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ForceGhostOfCozmic
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Last of The Few (OC Clone Wars Story) ~Updated: 05/04/08~
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Ok this is my second attempt at a fanfic, I may go back and finish my first story one day but I thought I'd try my hand at a short story first. Funny thing about this short story is that it was meant to be just made up of five parts but it's starting to to get bigger than I planed 
More is to come, hope you like.
Edit: Forgot to say thank you to RedGold for being my beta 
Title: Last of The Few
Author: ForceGhostOfCozmic
Timeframe: CW (Year Three)
Characters: OC's
Genre: Action
Summary: As the Clone Wars draws to a close, for two soldiers of the Republic, the real horrors of the war finally confront them.
Disclaimer: This is Lucas’s sandbox; I’m just playing in it.
Part 1:
Tellanroaeg, an almost hidden gem out in the Outer Rim, and though it was similar to Tatooine in many ways, it had the luxury of majestic oasis’s doted around the planets surface as well as a large sea. This is what brought the rich and the famous to this well avoided part of the galaxy. Even in the early days of the Republic many would flock there to sample the alleged healing waters of Tellanroaeg.
Though the myths of the waters power had died down, it did not stop the tourists descending on the numerous resorts that still offered healing and sanctuary to those who could afford it.
Of late, the beauty and the tranquillity had gone, healing replaced with war and death, resorts and hotels burnt in the sunset. Twisted metal that was once battle droids of the Confederacy and the blood-spattered remains of the Republics finest now littered the lifeless crater filled deserts.
Tellanroaeg was now part of the Outer Rim Sieges.
Both sides had dug in deep having been fighting since the start of the Sieges. The planet lacked any real strategic advantage to either side, what brought the Clones out here was a Republic medical facility and one that the CIS was not going to let go of easily.
Seth Farwell could see the facility quite clearly from his trench, or what was left of it. For weeks now his unit had been bombarding the oasis complex that housed it. Most if not all the buildings and foliage of the oasis was nothing more than burnt rubble, it frighten the young Jedi how much the enemy was taking from his battery of AT-AP’s. Though to have such thoughts was against his beliefs.
“At this rate,” Farwell said to no one in particular, “there will be nothing left to liberate.”
The Clone Lieutenant under his command just nodded in agreement.
“Do you ever get the feeling that we’re wasting our time out here, do we really need this forsaken med centre?” the Jedi frowned as he spoke.
“An order is an order, Sir,” answered the Lieutenant.
“Do you ever question your orders,” Seth stopped and rolled his eyes, “never mind stupid question.”
CL-1983 remained silent.
Seth sat back down and returned to his rations.
There wasn’t much to do out here apart from eating, sleeping, maintaining the Attack Pods and guarding the post. For weeks now, nothing had happened; nothing had moved into no man’s land, everything was silent and eerie. For most Jedi, this would be a good time to reflect and meditate, to hone their skills with the saber and truly use the time to connect with the Force. This Jedi Knight could not be bothered with any of that.
He just wanted to get this job done and go home, as of right now Seth did not care about the ways of the Jedi. He stopped being one once the war had started.
“This is no place for a Jedi”
This war had changed him, almost jaded him. From an idealistic child, Farwell was turning into a bitter young man.
CL-1983 looked upon his commanding officer mutely, his helmet concealing his expression of concern and curiosity. The lieutenant could almost sense the Jedi’s feelings as they almost matched his own. He frowned, deep down he knew what he was here for, why he existed, but he could never shake the feeling of being different. In a way, he wished he could answer Seth’s question.
Yes, he did question his orders.
Straightening himself up, the clone moved on to patrol the encampment. Slowly watching his men, he muttered to himself “Mindless drones”. As he continued his walk, CL-1983’s attention was caught by a few of his soldiers working without helmets. He hated that his face was not his own and seeing it on all of his colleagues was unnerving. Sharing it with Fett was bad enough, how it must be for non clones and the Jedi was not worth thinking about.
“You ok CL-1983?” a voice called over his shoulder, “you look like you’re deep in thought.”
“Hmmm?” He shook his head as if to wake from a deep sleep. The clone turned to see his commanding officer approach him.
“If you stood there any longer,” smirked Farwell, “you’d been hit by a sniper droid by now.”
In a flash, the trooper stood to attention “Sorry, Sir!”
“CL-1983, you can quit the formalities,” replied the Jedi, still smiling. “How long have we been together?”
“Five standard months, sir.”
“I think we’ve known each other long enough not to need to call me ‘sir’,” Farwell rubbed his chin in thought, “just call me Seth, though I can’t say I know your name?”
“Other than my serial number, I have no other name.”
Seth raised an eyebrow. “No?”
“My men and I have always used the last two digits of our serial number when addressing each other,” the soldier tilted his head as if saddened. “General Rivas had never bothered to initiate the use of personal names in his regiment, other than Commander Dex and Captain Lea.”
“Well, what would you like to be called the?”
CL-1983 paused for a moment to think, “Solus.”
“Nice,” Seth’s smirk returned, “I like.”
“Thank you, General.”
“Now I must file reports, I’ll leave you to your duties.”
“Aye.”
Part 2:
Though it was day, all light was eclipsed by the dirt and sand that hung in the air. The sound of artillery fire and blood curdled screams echoed through the smoke.
Farwell, surrounded by his men, fired upon the hordes of droids that came through the mist. Though constant blaster fire screamed over their heads, the trench that they made their stand gave them plenty of cover.
“Bet you’re loving this, Solus?” he shouted over the sounds of war.
“This is what we live for, General.”
The Jedi frowned “I wished I did.”
Like an unstoppable tide, wave after wave B1 and B2 battle droids hit the besieging forces. The intestacy of the attack was wearing Seth’s blaster down.
“Fraaaag!” He shouted as his weapon began to jam “Don’t do this to me!”
“Use this,” said Solus as he threw a DC-15s side arm blaster at him.
Just as the fresh weapon reached the Jedi’s grasp, his attention was captured by something through the Force.
“Get down!”
As the words left his mouth, the trench was hit by mortar fire. The ground shook with intestacy like never before, the sky was at its most illuminated, soldiers where thrown about. Sand, rock, blood and fire rained down on the inhabitants of the trench.
For a few second Solus lay on his back, slightly dazed and paralyzed by a burning stinging sensation. Shrapnel pierced his suit in places; they felt like small rusted daggers against his skin, the pain was nothing new; he had been use to it since Geonosis. Blood masked his camouflaged armour. Solus didn’t know if the blood was his or not, but that was an irrelevant thought and he knew it.
The clone looked up to see the battle still raging, fresh troops reinforcing the breach. What they were reinforcing looked more like a mass open grave than a trench, dead clones and body parts everywhere. The dead resembled grotesque pieces of art to Solus, and the ones that could still move looked no better.
He took some sick pleasure at seeing his fallen brethren; he didn’t and wouldn’t mourn their deaths like his brothers would.
“A few less of me in the universe.” Solus thought.
He caught a glimpse of his commanding officer, just as a doc arrived to tend after his wounds. If the medic wasn’t blocking his view, it was still hard to make out how the young Jedi was holding up through the haze. Solus called out to him but his own voice was not audible, he couldn’t even hear the medic speaking either.
Pulling himself upright, the clone tried to reach out to Farwell. But there was no way he could have; the Jedi lead a spontaneous charge into no man’s land.
Somehow he was still standing. Somehow how he was still alive. Shock etched on his face, Seth Farwell stood knee deep in dead troopers. The sight of it all brought back painful memories and a sickness to his stomach. His hand went straight to his mouth to stop himself vomiting.
After all this time, he still wasn’t use to the sight of the dead. At least not on this brutal scale. The Jedi stood for what felt like a lifetime finding it hard to look away because when he did, he was bombarded with more ghastly images.
Seth was reluctant to use the force to search for Solus but he managed to spot the lieutenant some way down the trench, he didn’t seem to happy being harassed by the medic.
“General!” Shouted a sergeant as he led the reinforcements to the breach “Get down!” The trooper wasn’t ordering the Jedi, but shouting out of concern for his commanding officer.
“Sir if you stand there any longer, you’ll get yourself killed” The sergeant paused next to Seth, and looked at him funny “Are you ok Sir?”
“I’m,” Farwell struggled to get his words out “fine.”
There was a sick, wet, thud. The clone’s head whipped backwards before his body slumped to the ground.
Seth Farwell just looked down at yet another dead clone. He was still stood there for a few moments longer, his right fist slowly tighten as the rage within was became too hard to suppress.
The Jedi Knight turned to face the next wave of droids, and let out a mighty bellow that almost drowned out the sound of fighting “Ke nu’jurkadir sha Mando’ade!!”
His lightsaber was in his hands and activated even before he could think about it, and before he could reconsider Farwell furled himself into the battle field, shouting “Charge!”
Part 3:
Flying through the dust and smoke like a mad Hrosma tiger, cutting down anything that stood in his way. Like a ball of pure anger and fury, the intestacy of his emotions fuelling Seth’s charge on the CIS units. Seth’s saber swung and twirled like a blue blur, blocking any blaster blots that came his way.
Taping into the Force like never before, Seth Farwell felt at his most powerful, like an unstoppable god reaping his wrath on the land. He enjoyed this power.
Only a few of his troops had kept up with Farwell’s charged, many had been gunned down but most could not keep up with the speed of the General’s attack.
“Come on men,” he turned to his comrades “We’ve got them on the run!”
As he spoke, a stray shot grazed his right shoulder. The pain was masked by the adrenalin rush he was on but that did not stop more anger being unlocked and unleashed. He turned to face where the shot came from and carried on his attack.
Even with the Force, it was still hard for the Jedi to pick out any droids in the smoke. And the further he advanced, the harder it was to push the Separatists back. Running into more and more droids, Farwell looked around to find himself alone, with no cover or clones.
”Frag,” he thought ”this isn’t good”
Four Super Battle Droids charged him with guns blazing furiously, the Jedi could not block every shot and was forced to duck and twist his body to avoid being hit. His Force fuelled adrenalin rush was coming to an end, every move Seth made became harder, his arms and legs felt like laminasteel. As much as he tried to fight it his breathing was becoming difficult, the dust and sand that hung in the air burnt his lungs. Though he was only grazed by the blaster shot, the pain was beginning to take hold. And painful it was.
The four droids where almost upon him. Seth could see his fear reflected in their beady photorecptors. In an act of desperation, with what strength he had left and with a hand gesture he pushed them through the Force. Their metallic bodies flew away as if picked up by a strong wind, taking some of the smoke clearing the air.
That move had given the Jedi some time but deep down he had a feeling he would not return to base tonight.
“So this is my destiny?” He said out loud.
Now on his knees and head hung in pity, his body slowly regained some of the power and hate he had before. He meditated somewhat, but one sound he dreaded to hear came into earshot and broke his trance.
The sound of a rolling Droideka.
Seth Farwell shot up in a flash and was shocked to see not one but two Destroyer Droids heading for him. He tried to get back onto his feet but even with this second wind of energy and determination, fear welded the Knight to the ground.
Though he had never seen them in the flesh before, the stories of the Droideka had been forever etched into his mind and those stories is what stopped him from acting. The words he just spoken echoed in his mind as he watched the droids unfold in front of him. Closing his eyes and taking one last breath, the Jedi readied himself for his destiny.
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Maggy
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hi ya!
great story so far 
you seem to have a talent to kill clones 
I like your OC ... the name is kind of foreboding ... Farwell
Would you drop me a PM when you update?
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Thanks Mags Funny thing is that I like clones lol
And I will keep you informed on the updates
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Wow, that was really great Coz  Hope you update soon, will be nice to read more
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let me join the other girls in praise of your story
please continue, dear!
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Very well done. 
You left such an ominous cliffie, please drop a PM when your update it.
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^What he said.
And I like clones too!
CL-1983 sounds a bit...aberrant
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His name or his character?
If you mean his character, then yes he is meant to be a bit different
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Finally got round to writng some more, took me long enough lol
Part4:
The blast of an EMP grenade woke Seth Farwell from his trance, his eyes open in time to see the sight of one of the Droideka falling to the ground, sparks flying like a firework. The other Destroyer Droid and the Jedi turned to look for the attacker.
Through a cloud of smoke charged Solus and a platoon of troopers, guns blazing.
Seth could barely make out the coming rescuers, their camouflaged armour deeply coated in sand and dirt, allowing them to blend into the surrounding better than the armour was designed to.
The wounded Jedi was surprised that his lieutenant had it in him to lead the charge; he had thought that the clone was either going home or spending time in a Bacta tank.
Even before the clones could reach him, the Droideka had begun to cut them down. It was no match now that it's shields where up.
"EMP it!" shouted Farwell.
"On it General" replied Solus.
But before the soldier could prime the grenade, their problems were going to get much worse. The smoke and dust that hung in the air was blown away, like curtains being opened to reveal an oncoming AAT tank. Everyone froze as they saw the armoured vehicle, even the Droideka stopped to see what was happing; but it was too late for the Destroyer. The AAT ran straight into the droid, sending it flying.
Solus was still stood there watching as the tank took out its own side, the grenade still in his hand. Sizing up the target, the clone calculated his chances then turned to his comrades.
"Get the General out of here now!"
A chorus of, "Yes Sir!" came back.
"No wait," shouted Farwell, as he struggled with his troops. "Don't do this."
That did not stop him, nor the sight of his leader being reluctantly dragged of the field of battle. He took a large gulp of air and threw himself at the tank.
The short-range antipersonnel blasters fired upon Solus relentlessly, but even for a wounded man he ran too fast and close to be hit. The only thing that seemed to bother him was his Kama hitting the back of his sore legs as he ran.
As he ran up the bow of the AAT, Solus paused once he reached its cannon. The tank started to pursue the retreating troops, firing everything at them.
”Frag,” Thought Solus ”this isn’t good”
Before he could continue his ascent, the lieutenant felt the barrel of a blaster in the back of his neck. Solus didn't feel any fear in this moment, just disappointment in allowing one of the tank crew take him like this.
In a split second, the clone spun round, relieving the droid of its weapon and swung the blaster like a club. The hit would have put a Greenputt player to shame.
As soon as the droid was down, the pin was out of the EMP grenade and inside of the AAT. Solus had thrown himself off the tank as soon as the grenade left his hand; the clone hit the sand.
The pain of the fall hit Solus hard, every wound hurt as if fresh. He tried to block it all, but the sensation still washed over him. Closing his eyes tightly and gritting his teeth, Solus moved back onto his feet.
Most of the smoke and dust had settled by now, the lieutenant had a clear view of the death and destruction that lined the deserts floor, he could even see General Farwell still being dragged kicking and screaming, even so the fighting was far from over.
Moving to the disabled AAT for cover, Solus checked around and ran as fast as he could back to the frontline. It wasn't much of a run, more of a walk. His legs were almost numb from all the pain and the rest of his body was no better.
This made the distance of the home run seem farther and farther.
“I bet a Sand louse could crawl faster than this.”
Blaster bolts flew by, nearly hitting him. Solus dived for cover again, using the remains of what looked like a Super Battle Droid. He couldn't tell which side had fired at him but right now the clone was happy to get a breather.
"Come on, come on" Solus said aloud as watched Farwell's rescue party get closer to the trench. Before he could follow them, CIS artillery rained down again, the ground rocked more violently then before making it impossible for the clone to stand up.
He just caught site of his commanding officer, when the artillery fire zeroed in on them. It looked like a direct hit, taking out Farwell and the rest of the men.
“Nooooooooo!”
Solus tried to get up again; his body trembled with shock and the pounding of the enemy bombardment. Just as he moved to run, the whole sky around him went bright white, blinding him; the air becoming super hot. He didn’t know what was happening until after his body hit the ground. His armour still warm from the blast, Solus felt like he was going to bake to death in the damn thing.
The clone didn’t try to move this time; he knew there was no point. He couldn’t feel anything other that the heat and the pain that surrounded his heart and lungs.
He did try to breathe, but this caused him to cough up blood. Lying there, for the first time in his short career, Solus readied himself for death.
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Hey this is real good and describes the horrors of war. and leaving us with a cliffie  Let those soldiers be alright.
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Temporary beta signing in. Keep up the good work, Cozmic.
And next time I'll send you the copy over Internet Explorer 
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Oh yes, shouldn't forget to give credit to my Temporary beta
And yeah, might help to do it in Explorer next time
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YES!!! UPDATE
<happy worm dance>
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*bump*
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I love the way you write action. Flows smoothly and awesome descriptions, plus just enough gore to keep it realistic. Please PM me when you update!
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Wow thanks MoeTharen, I didn't think it was that good but what do I know Will PM
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