Chapter 3 - Clone Trooper

Chapter 3 of my Star Wars fanfic

Chapter 3 - Clone Trooper

The clone trooper landed hard, boots skidding on the ground as he tried stop himself from crashing into �"

Bang. The two troopers collided hard. Both of them were sent sprawling, their helmets bouncing away.

The clone paused to get a better look around now. The corridor around him was unfamiliar �" dim lights, humming machinery, walls lined with Separatist�'style conduits and control panels. But the layout was wrong. The architecture was wrong. The air even smelled wrong, like ozone and overheated circuitry.

He didn’t have time to question it.

The clone scrambled to his feet, instincts kicking in. Blaster fire echoed somewhere deeper in the facility. Alarms blared overhead. The whole place shook like it was under attack and falling apart.

He grabbed the nearest helmet �" smooth, glossy �" and snapped it onto his head.

Instantly, a flood of data filled his visor.

SQUAD: 5 

DIRECTIVE: REPORT TO COMMAND CENTER WITH SQUAD 

STATUS: PRIORITY

He froze.

Squad 5?  

What battalion is that in?  

What kind of helmet is this?

But he was being given orders. And orders were orders.

He straightened automatically as a group of white�'armored soldiers jogged past.

“Trooper! With us!” one barked.

“Yes sir!” the clone replied without hesitation, falling into step.

None of them questioned him.

None of them noticed the slight differences in his armor.

None of them noticed that he moved with the precision of a clone bred for war.

The helmet told them he belonged.

So he did.

They ran through a corridor that looked like a Separatist outpost but… off. The walls were too clean. The lighting too dim. The machinery too advanced. It was like someone had taken a Separatist facility and rebuilt it with strange parts from another galaxy.

The clone’s stomach tightened.

Where was he?

He tried to access the comms, but the helmet’s systems were like nothing he had ever used. Every menu he opened led to another he didn’t understand. He closed them quickly, afraid he’d trigger something.

Stay calm. Follow orders. Adapt.

That was what he’d been trained for.

The squad reached a blast door. It slid open with a hiss, revealing a large control room filled with consoles. White�'armored soldiers and gray uniformed officers moved between them, shouting status reports.

“Power fluctuations in the east wing!”

“Keep the perimeter secure!”

“We’ve lost contact with the commander!”

The clone blinked behind the helmet.

The commander? Who’s that? What is going on?

Someone rushed up to the lead trooper and said, “Squad 2 was ambushed in the southern corridors. The enemy is armed.”

“Huh. Only a rebel would be foolish enough to try that. We’ll take care of them.” The trooper said. “Squad, move out. Even in unfamiliar territory, you can always count on there being some rebels lurking about, just waiting to be found by our forces.”

The squad cheered loudly before following their leader through the corridors at a jog.

The clone felt very misplaced now. Then again, the helmet was still telling him to follow along, so he did. To engage the rebels, whoever they are. He swallowed hard. Nothing here made sense, but again, orders were orders

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[Hi55123]

Legit good soldiers follow orders so hard, no?

[Elsa 123]

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