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"There wasn't much thought to it really. The station was under threat, security was minimal and inefficient while the fleet was engaged in ship-to-ship combat. We had just arrived less than 3 hours ago on our requisitioned craft and added to the maximum capacity this floating hospital was struggling to maintain. The halls were littered with walking wounded, blood-stained floors, unattended armor and men with clouded looks in their eyes. As we walked through the corridors, lights flickering from the immense power draw that the medical equipment must be demanding, many of the troopers stared at us in wonder. Not a surprise there, we were wearing a mixture of fatigues and plastoid all emblazoned in black. Some tried to extend out a question but was immediately halted by intense coughing- some air, some blood and some their last. I pressed forward to the station commanding officer's quarters, so as to relay as much unclassified information about our mission as possible- which could be akin to saying "We're here- don't ask questions. You won't get answers."

”The non-clone officer didn't ask questions. He was more focused on the handling of the station as every hour more and more casualties piled onto frigates and gunships- casualties the station couldnt supply enough medicine to treat. I wasn't a medical specialist, so as he rambled on I merely gave him an ear. Then suddenly the facility shook violently, causing our HVT's with us to fall to the floor as a result. My squad and I had our boots magnetized to the floor, something we picked up in training as a deterrent for any blind-siding moments. The officer stood from his chair and hailed his Command and Control center trying to ascertain what happened. Judging by the intensity of the impact, it had to have been a direct hit from something. A heavy cannon to be precise. The officer slumped against the window overlooking his desk, hand gripping his unkempt hair.”

"Our shields are down..."

"Dread began to fill the room as the squad and I processed the information. The room fell quiet- and that alone sparked a saving grace."

"Sir, we have a chance."

"The officer looked up and I proceeded to explain. The station would truly be doomed after the shield failure if the enemy continued their barrage until we were nothing but scrap and bodies floating in space. No, the enemy had bigger plans: boarding parties. The war just erupted and what better tool to demoralize a people than to raid a medical station and broadcast systemic executions to the holonet. Grim as it may be, ARC's had to take into account every possibility to control a situation and not turn into a mess like this medical officer. So my squad and I took it upon ourselves to mount a defense, since if this station goes down so does our mission. We were granted full access to the ship armory and command of the security personnel. We doffed our mission armor and opted for some of the streamlined plastoid, but keeping elements of the two for maneuverability and functionality. Establishing a direct line to C-2 (Command & Control), we were informed of the number of boarding ships that were inbound- too many. 5 ARCs, a platoon of security troopers and even some able-wounded formed our defense. Much to the station commander's protest, my squad and I split up to cover 5 levels while the remaining security were the final defense line. We knew what we were doing. Anybody else would get in our way. At this point, the boarding parties had already breached the facility and were pouring into the levels- B1s and B2s marching in formation. The squad was tuned into the same feed as mine, understanding the risk and severity of what we were getting ourselves into. Our last request to C2 was for a station-wide broadcast, something I wanted to try to pique my curiosity and just maybe throw a glitch into the Separatist's matrix. The lift counted down to the floor of operation and as the doors parted, the message started."

"//WARNING: CYPHER HAS ENTERED THE FACILITY.//"

Soundtrack: (As the elevator lowers and the doors open)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6BbvC…
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNkQMt…

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So thank you for waiting! I was ecstatic to final color this piece and even write it! I had just been listening to the Doom soundtrack and working out INTENSELY to the OST that this idea just coincided with how Tal and his squad were gonna make their entrance into the Clone Wars! And once again, YES- everyone in Tal's squad has a melee weapon, some clearly opt for heavier damage.

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"There wasn't much thought to it really. The station was under threat, security was minimal and inefficient while the fleet was engaged in ship-to-ship combat. We had just arrived less than 3 hours ago on our requisitioned craft and added to the maximum capacity this floating hospital was struggling to maintain. The halls were littered with walking wounded, blood-stained floors, unattended armor and men with clouded looks in their eyes. As we walked through the corridors, lights flickering from the immense power draw that the medical equipment must be demanding, many of the troopers stared at us in wonder. Not a surprise there, we were wearing a mixture of fatigues and plastoid all emblazoned in black. Some tried to extend out a question but was immediately halted by intense coughing- some air, some blood and some their last. I pressed forward to the station commanding officer's quarters, so as to relay as much unclassified information about our mission as possible- which could be akin to saying "We're here- don't ask questions. You won't get answers."

”The non-clone officer didn't ask questions. He was more focused on the handling of the station as every hour more and more casualties piled onto frigates and gunships- casualties the station couldnt supply enough medicine to treat. I wasn't a medical specialist, so as he rambled on I merely gave him an ear. Then suddenly the facility shook violently, causing our HVT's with us to fall to the floor as a result. My squad and I had our boots magnetized to the floor, something we picked up in training as a deterrent for any blind-siding moments. The officer stood from his chair and hailed his Command and Control center trying to ascertain what happened. Judging by the intensity of the impact, it had to have been a direct hit from something. A heavy cannon to be precise. The officer slumped against the window overlooking his desk, hand gripping his unkempt hair.”

"Our shields are down..."

"Dread began to fill the room as the squad and I processed the information. The room fell quiet- and that alone sparked a saving grace."

"Sir, we have a chance."

"The officer looked up and I proceeded to explain. The station would truly be doomed after the shield failure if the enemy continued their barrage until we were nothing but scrap and bodies floating in space. No, the enemy had bigger plans: boarding parties. The war just erupted and what better tool to demoralize a people than to raid a medical station and broadcast systemic executions to the holonet. Grim as it may be, ARC's had to take into account every possibility to control a situation and not turn into a mess like this medical officer. So my squad and I took it upon ourselves to mount a defense, since if this station goes down so does our mission. We were granted full access to the ship armory and command of the security personnel. We doffed our mission armor and opted for some of the streamlined plastoid, but keeping elements of the two for maneuverability and functionality. Establishing a direct line to C-2 (Command & Control), we were informed of the number of boarding ships that were inbound- too many. 5 ARCs, a platoon of security troopers and even some able-wounded formed our defense. Much to the station commander's protest, my squad and I split up to cover 5 levels while the remaining security were the final defense line. We knew what we were doing. Anybody else would get in our way. At this point, the boarding parties had already breached the facility and were pouring into the levels- B1s and B2s marching in formation. The squad was tuned into the same feed as mine, understanding the risk and severity of what we were getting ourselves into. Our last request to C2 was for a station-wide broadcast, something I wanted to try to pique my curiosity and just maybe throw a glitch into the Separatist's matrix. The lift counted down to the floor of operation and as the doors parted, the message started."

"//WARNING: CYPHER HAS ENTERED THE FACILITY.//"

Soundtrack: (As the elevator lowers and the doors open)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6BbvC…
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNkQMt…

-----------------

So thank you for waiting! I was ecstatic to final color this piece and even write it! I had just been listening to the Doom soundtrack and working out INTENSELY to the OST that this idea just coincided with how Tal and his squad were gonna make their entrance into the Clone Wars! And once again, YES- everyone in Tal's squad has a melee weapon, some clearly opt for heavier damage.