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MsLanna Title: CR GSFF Central Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 6/22 12:43pm Subject: Theta Squad Viggies; 9/3: ~Baptism of Fire~ - Date Edited: 9/3 1:23am (9 edits total) Edited By: MsLanna
	Title: Theta Squad Viggies Author: MsLanna Timeframe: Clone Wars Characters: Haleen and Theta Squad (OCs) Summary: Glimpses of Haleen and her Thetas getting on with business almost as usual. Notes: The vigs are not posted in chonological order. Verda It took some effort to stand under the battering she received from all sides, but she gave as good as she got, and by now she even had the minute timing down pat. Haleen slammed her fists onto her breastplate. duum motir She was amazed that she was still alive. Of course, she owed it all to Theta. Her fists connected with Mirsh's back plate repeatedly before she turned. Theta had not surrendered her, more than that, they had kept her. And no matter how tiring life as a clone was, by now, Haleen felt at home among them. Blows rained down on her body armour as she sailed through the moves. This was going on too long; Haleen felt her muscles acutely. But at the same time, she felt at peace. The steady rhythm thrummed in her bones, and with each time her hands flew out another beat affirmed the pattern. Security, home, order, it said, and more importantly, we're all still alive. But she could feel herself slacken, a hit almost too slow, almost too hard, almost missed. Forcing herself to concentrate Haleen gathered her last bits of strength. Strike out and shout, her fists crashed into her neighbour in the same rhythm she was assaulted. She knew, it looked impressive, but it felt better to be a part of it, even if you got knocked out by accident. Turning on her heels, she caught sight of Gan, a huge grin on his face as he dealt out blows in all directions. nyn ures adenn Her hands lashed out, almost catching Gan at the chin, but he was in perfect harmony with her, with all of them. Her fist connected with his armoured shoulder, and she caught a wink before he turned away. The pattern began anew, another round in a dance that could last forever - if you could. And there was this golden moment when you felt you could. The world was nothing but rhythm and movement, the mind completely engulfed in the repetitive pattern. It was a kind of battle meditation, if she had ever seen one. But you could ride the ridge of an avalanche only so long before it swallowed you. The trooper next to her was ever so slightly off beat, too, but Haleen knew the sparkle in his eyes was hers, too. Only that nobody could see it, or ever would. Hal was strange. Hal liked his privacy. Hal had such a disfigured face, he never showed it. * * * In the privacy of their room, Haleen finally released the seal of her helmet. Taking a deep, unfiltered breath, she looked at her brothers; sweaty, exhilarated, tired - just as herself. "No concussion this time, vod?" Gob teased. She ribbed him friendly. "I can help that, you know." He swung his helmet at her, but Haleen ducked away under it, ramming her shoulder into his belly. They crashed to the floor and Haleen used her momentum to roll over him. Coming to a halt behind Gob, she slapped him over the head. "Don't mess with the trooper-wannabe," she told him, stretching her shoulders. "She's got no honour." "And no chance." With a few languid moves, he had her pinned on her belly, her arm pulled across her back. Gob smirked shamelessly. "Stop kidding around," Mirsh interrupted, pulling Gob up. "There's a long day waiting tomorrow." Which day wasn't? Haleen thought sadly, but he was right. She got up and headed for the shower. "You only help her to get favoured when she's baking," Gob muttered. Mirsh slapped him on the back. "Which shows why I am the head of this squad, and you are not." The door closed behind Haleen. ka'rta. The past months seemed longer than her whole life time before. Everything was more vibrant, intense and important here. And her new squad had become her heart - and soul. The only time she had ever felt as aggressively protective of anything, it had been Ice, Eyes - Eyes. Those men were her boys, and she would look out for them. Even if they had to protect her more than she could ever repay them, there was things she could do. Small things, trifles. And yet-. Her ability to turn anything into a decent meal had impressed them a lot, not as much as being able to turn vaguely anything floury into cake, but they felt like the best catered squad in the army. Seeing what their usual fare was, Haleen tended to agree. Theta was quickly becoming highly specialised on missions that included going under cover. Time to hide was time to cook; it was an easy equation. And with Haleen in their midst, the options of infiltration became tremendous. Haleen looked at the vaguely familiar face in the mirror. There was a woman looking back, but last time she knew, there had still been a girl. Sadness and fire burned in the eyes of her reflection, mingling like the green and brown she remembered. She was not a girl anymore, she was a trooper. hett su dralshy'a Haleen rolled up content, the rhythm of Dha Werda Verde still humming in her bones. Notes: The Mando, as it appears: Verda - warriors Duum motir - allowed to stand Ny ures adenn - hit without mercy Ka'rta - heart Hett su dralshy'a - burn brighter still If you wonder how Haleen ended up as a clone trooper, here's the story: Dreams And Anguish Bring Us Together -----signature----- Padawan owned by Corellian_Ale Master of CloneCaptainRex. Proud FanFic Master of Darth_Sathanos Why so serious? Accidentally e-married to sinre?
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katriene Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 6/28 9:33pm Subject: RE: ~ Verda ~ ; viggie, Haleen and Theta Squad; Dha Werda Verde
	Looks like Haleen is adjusting to life with the troops just fine. No doubt she'll be popular if she can cook...it seems like the one true way to a clone's heart is through his stomach :P Hal has a sparkle for her, hmmm? Oya! -----signature----- Padawan of Toastmaster Etain In training to be 'well-done!'
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 7/1 6:47am Subject: RE: ~ Verda ~ ; viggie, Haleen and Theta Squad; Dha Werda Verde
	Wonderful! You always write such vivid characters! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
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MsLanna Title: CR GSFF Central Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 7/8 3:20am Subject: RE: Theta Squad Viggies; 7/8: ~ Never ~ - Date Edited: 7/12 8:52am (2 edits total) Edited By: MsLanna
	katriene - She's doing her best, who wouldn't? And I think you're right about the way to a clones heart. Good thing, I'm very good at baking. Vadey - Can't help it; I just love them. Note: These vigs will not be chronological. Never "She will never make it," Mirsh commented looking down at the sleeping girl. She had again, fallen asleep before she had even managed to pull her blanket up. Exhaustion had etched deep lines into the young face, though she was double their age. Gan stood next to him, looking down on the sleeping from and shrugged. "At least, she doesn't break down in exercise. It could be worse." "Our performance is thirty percent below normal." "It's not," Gob objected. "It is above normal, because we're still all here. And so is she." Mirsh looked at his vod doubtfully. Gob had taken a shine to the girl immediately, but he was the leader, he could not let his judgement be clouded by personal preference. There was no doubt they liked Haleen. Her attempts at getting through the daily routines were hilarious and heart-breaking. She struggled with her gear as valiant as vain, and it was hard to say who had been hurt more by cutting off her hair: the squad or the girl. Now, the red-brown stubble covered her head like a fur cap. The evening routines could sweep the matter from Mirsh's mind only a short while and even here, Haleen's presence lingered. In silent agreement, the three men had shifted the schedule around her, allowing her to be the first to shower and drop into bed. She was asleep long before any of them, and nothing short of a battle alarm could wake her. She was too weak, too soft, too alien. She would never make it. Not turning her in had been a group decision that had surprised the young woman most of all. Haleen knew she did not have anything useful to offer to the squad, that she would be but a burden. But she had the one thing that mattered - the only thing that mattered - the will to fight and die for her brothers. We don't have much, but we protect what is ours, Mirsh thought. We have but us. And now, somehow, 'us' included Haleen. She gurgled softly in her sleep, turned, and managed to get half a foot under the blanket. With a sigh, Gan went to covered her up before swinging himself onto the upper bunk. Propping himself up on his elbows he looked down at Gob and Mirsh. "It getting better, you know," he mused. "She's already carrying half her gear now." This meant that the other half was lugged around by the three of them. Mirsh shook his head. It was no good. "Don't worry, vod," Gob laid his hand on Mirsh's shoulder. "We know you just want the best for the squad." Mirsh sat down on his bunk, putting his face in his hands. He wanted Haleen gone far and fast. She was not a trained soldier and this war knew no mercy. Sooner, or sooner yet the battle field would claim her. Even with his eyes shut, Mirsh could see her face. No, the battlefield did not deserve her. But he could never change their minds, Mirsh knew. Haleen had taken them on in an act of desperate commitment, and there was but one way to react to such unwavering loyalty. Still he felt obliged to try. He was the leader; he was responsible; and if any of them died protecting the girl, it would be his burden. So he would point out what was the best for the squad, even if the other two didn't want to hear it. Even if he didn't want to hear it himself. They could not hide her forever; that was a fact. He could see it in the eyes of Gob and Gan, they knew it. But he could also see their determination to fight the truth for as long as possible. He wondered what they saw in his face, he wanted her gone; he wanted her - gone. Lying back in the darkness he promised himself to try convincing his brothers again tomorrow. There was always another day, always another chance; and in the end reason had to win out. Closing his eyes, Mirsh just hoped he wouldn't be there when it happened. * * * Three men rose in unison and began the well-choreographed dance of people used to very little space. Gan shaved, while Gob washed his jumpsuit, and Mirsh went to wake Haleen. The lines in her face had vanished overnight; instead of exhausted she now looked peaceful, almost happy. Mirsh realised that like his brothers, he knew when the exact moment was to give her up. Never. -----signature----- Padawan owned by Corellian_Ale Master of CloneCaptainRex. Proud FanFic Master of Darth_Sathanos Why so serious? Accidentally e-married to sinre?
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/11 10:03pm Subject: RE: Theta Squad Viggies; 7/8: ~ Never ~
	The trooper next to her was ever so slightly off beat, too, but Haleen knew the sparkle in his eyes was hers, too. Only that nobody could see it, or ever would. Hal was strange. Hal liked his privacy. Hal had such a disfigured face, he never showed it. Loved the Twelfth Night vibe Haleen had going on in the first vig. All she seems to want is to be accepted. Beautiful. Mirsh sat down on his bunk, putting his face in his hands. He wanted Haleen gone far and fast. She was not a trained soldier and this war knew no mercy. Sooner, or sooner yet the battle field would claim her. Even with his eyes shut, Mirsh could see her face. No, the battlefield did not deserve her. And the role reversal in the second, gone is the usual girlfriend worrying about her husband on the front lines. This time its the potential boyfriend fretting, lovely, very Mando. -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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MsLanna Title: CR GSFF Central Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 7/25 7:18am Subject: RE: Theta Squad Viggies; 7/8: ~ Never ~
	Thanks, Rob. She's fighting hard to be a trooper, and considering what clones are, that will take everything. Potential boyfriend? Too bad nobody took the time to explain the concept of incest to the boys. Poor Mirsh. One Last Wish in a Million There was an eerie silence hanging over the battlefield, unreal and creepy. Haleen struggled forwards slowly, picking her way carefully. The comm frequency to Theta was still active, but the voices were subdued, remote, more like whispers in her head. They had left her behind, taking care of the last cleaning up with everybody else, but Haleen was at the end of her strength. It had been a long day, a long battle, and they had decided that she had done enough for one day. The young woman felt guilty, but only a little. She was much too exhausted to feel much of anything. Slowly, she followed in the direction the others had left. It had been enough for a day - enough for a lifetime. The ground was strewn with debris, broken droids and among them the white forms of the fallen clones. It seemed impossible to Haleen that she should not kneel down next to each and bury him. It seemed impossible that they should lie scattered like this, unheeded, like human droids - damaged, destroyed, discarded. Her exhaustion was a blessing, numbing her to the turmoil her mind tried to throw up. She stepped over another white-armoured body, the ache in her heart but a dull throbbing. So many, too many. It seemed like a miracle that her boys were still all there. Three small icons blinked in her HUD, three men alive in an army of millions. Haleen wanted to fall asleep on the spot, fall asleep and just forget. Her boots clattered against twisted metal. She stopped, untangling the remains of a droid's arm from her foot. When she straightened again, a movement caught the attention of her HUD, which zoomed in on the source directly. But there was no danger. Only one of the white forms that moved slightly - Haleen was at his side before thinking, taking his hand in hers. "Udesii, ner vod." He didn't seem to hear her. She pressed his hand against her chest plate, and he turned his head to face her. He said something, but Haleen didn't hear a word. "One moment, vod," she laid her other hand on his chest. "One moment." Carefully, she reached for the seals of his helmet, releasing them, and softly removing it. The features of her brothers stared right back at her, Ice's features, the same dark eyes, the same curly hair, the same pain - she swallowed. "Udesii," Haleen repeated, and then, almost like an afterthought, "we won." His features relaxed a little, but the pain was still there. Haleen knew there was nothing she could do for him. Nothing she could do - again. She wished there was anything to say. "You're an RC," he said suddenly. Haleen nodded. "Is it different, being an RC?" Haleen tilted her head. How could she know? She was no RC, not really, but then, she was not even a clone. Looking down at the well-known face, she finally nodded. "I would say so." "Better?" "Different." Haleen thought back to her life before the GAR. "I don't think any kind of life is better than another. Not as long as is means something." She wanted to say that his life meant something to her, but she couldn't. You could not just tell a stranger, even if he was one of your own, or could you? She watched him take another laboured breath. "I was there, Triple Zero, when so many of us got shore leave." A shine appeared in his eyes. "Do you know shore leave?" Haleen shook her head. Since the day she had taken the armour of Eyes, she had not had a day off. But the idea that some troopers had gotten so lucky pleased her. "Tell me about Triple Zero, vod." He coughed, but his features softened. "It huge, beautiful and full of people. So many people looking all so different. You would not believe it. Not two alike." He paused and Haleen wondered how the diversity she knew as normal would affect a clone. Immensely, it seemed. Finally he went on, his voice almost inaudible. "There were girls, too, in Qibbu's Hut." Longing and wonder resounded in his tone. "They are so beautiful, girls, you know. Their eyes shining like a new deecee and their laughter -" He broke off, coughing again. "like being from a different dream. I liked them. I think, I think they might have liked me." Haleen squeezed his hand, unable to say something. She was sure that there had been more than one girl more than happy about him. Clones were - irresistible. Too innocent, to capable, too cheerful with their sad eyes. "I am sure they did." He shook his head slightly. "Not like that." He fell silent and Haleen could say nothing. The filters of the helmet allowed much leeway with her voice, but if she opened her mouth now, she was sure to cry. Clone Troopers didn't cry. Ever. "I wonder what it is like, to kiss one of them. But I will not find out, right, vod?" Haleen shook her head sadly. He would not live, he would never find out how it was like. "Too bad." It was but a sigh, as he closed his eyes. "I would have liked to know." Haleen swallowed hard, realising she was about to break the man's hand. His eyes in a million faces, fighting in a thousand places. To end like this. His face was taut, and she could only guess what amount of pain was necessary to make a clone suffer. Too much, too little, too much. And now he would die without knowing - No! No, he would not. Suppressing the shaking of her hands, Haleen released the seals of her helmet. He looked up at the hiss of released air and eyes went wide, when her face appeared from under the armour. "And you will," she decided vehemently. Softly, she pressed her lips to his. When she withdrew, a smile was on his face. Haleen returned it, running her hand through his hair. The amazement on his face was precious as he tried to work out what just happened. He touched his gloved hand to his lips, then to hers, and suddenly, he pulled her close in a desperate embrace. Haleen laid still, her face squeezed against his breastplate. Pressing her eyes and lips closed tightly, she tried to chase the images of Eyes from her mind, his face, his grave, his sleeping form and his laughter. But those images were only followed by pictures of Theta Squad: Mirsh frowning at Gob; Gan assembling his deecee, Dha Werda Verda; Gob cracking another joke; the hail of blaster fire in the battle; Mirsh correcting her posture while shooting; droids turning into shrapnel; Gan assembling his deecee, Gob about to charge at her; rows and rows of droids marching at them; Mirsh frowning at her; Haleen felt her mind begin to swim, suffocating under the maelstrom of impressions. Suddenly, the pressure across her shoulders vanished; the arm that had just held her fell limply to the trooper's side. Haleen snapped back into the presence, gasping for air like a drowning man. She straightened up, looking at the now dead trooper. The expression on his face was a strange mix of wonder and pain, as if he wasn't sure if her presence had been a blessing or a curse. Closing his eyes softly, Haleen realized she had no answer to that either. It might have been kind to let him experience this so he would know, but knowing might have been cruel because now he also knew what he had missed. With shaking hands, Haleen replaced his helmet and her own. Standing up, she scanned the battlefield. How many dead troopers were there? How many last wishes unmet? Looking down at the dead clone she realised that whatever she did, it would never be enough. -----signature----- Padawan owned by Corellian_Ale Master of CloneCaptainRex. Proud FanFic Master of Darth_Sathanos Why so serious? Accidentally e-married to sinre?
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MsLanna Title: CR GSFF Central Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 8/11 10:04am Subject: RE: Theta Squad Viggies; 7/25: ~One Last Wish In A Million~
	No comment, huh? Whenever did that stop me? On with the show! Note: Yes, it is indeed 'As the World falls Down' from the Labyrinth soundtrack, written by David Bowie. It works well, just listen to that while you read. As the world falls down She sat curled up in front of the makeshift hut, hugging her knees and rocking herself desperately. She did not know what to do. She wanted to weep, cry and wake the whole planet with the noise, but on top of that she wanted to lash out at any given number of people; lash out and kill. All of them. As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Haleen inhaled deeply, holding the breath, forcing the pressure into her taut body; her fists clenched and unclenched in time with her rocking motions. She hurt all over, and it was nothing physical. She felt ready to storm any place, any place - the chancellor's office, the Jedi Council, the Sep's home base, any place - and ram the vibroblades of her knuckle plates into the throat of the responsible persons. Chuck it in right under the jaw and watch the blood and life spurt out. Instead, she exhaled, fighting down her tears. There was nobody around to kill. "Oh, do move back." Haleen elbowed in all directions, hitting random parts of Theta's armour plates. The three men gathered tightly around her the moment she turned back to her work. It was driving her up the wall. "If you don't give me breathing space this second," she turned around raising the kitchen knife at them, "I'll cut it myself. Disregarding vital bits!" They moved a step backwards, never taking their eyes of the tray. Haleen gave up all attempts of pretty looks and just glued the topping onto the cake. It would not live long enough to see scrutiny anyway. She sliced it roughly into big chunks before placing it in reach of her vode. "Good," Gob asserted with his mouth full. Gan and Mirsh didn't bother with talking at all. Carefully, she took a small bite. She had been too generous on the sugar, the local flour just didn't absorb the sweetness as much as she was used. Accordingly, the icing was sugary hell with nuts. But they didn't even notice. Without a word, the whole cake vanished in a matter of minutes. "So, do you still need dinner after that?" Haleen regarded the empty tray. They looked at her as if she had suggested leaving their mission be and just return home. They didn't know cake. They didn't know dinner. They knew nothing. And they didn't even know it. Everything Haleen considered normal was foreign to them. As disorienting she had considered the HUD to be, they appeared just as lost confronted with normal life. Mealtimes, common foods, the concept of cooking as something more than killing something and roasting it; that was just the beginning. Oh, they had plenty of theory on almost everything, but experience, that was a whole different thing. It might just be easier to list what they did know. War. War, death, and destruction. What kind of counterbalance could the intimacy of the squad be to all the suffering? She had seen scars on all of them, white lines of pain that broke her heart. How did they all come by them in such a young age? Vau. That was what Eyes had said. Many of the scars were due to Vau. No matter that the squad still worshipped the ground he walked on; Haleen wished she'd never meet him. She was sure she could not contain herself. And considering the talk, she might well be dead a little later. Falling "Hey, vod'ika," it was Gan, sitting down next her, putting a protective arm around her shoulders. "You okay?" Haleen shook her head without lifting it from her knees. "Is it something we did? Mirsh is very upset about the thought it could have been him." "Of course not!" She raise her head to look at him. "You could never -" She swallowed a sob, watching the shock on Gan's face morph into helpless determination. "You will be," he assured her, patting her back. "And you?" she asked back. "Will you be okay? Are you? You don't even know what they took from you!" That obviously made him uneasy. He did no see himself as a deprived man, he considered himself gifted, perfected. "It's so unfair!" "Whatever you say, vod'ika," he held her. "Whatever you say." Falling in love -----signature----- Padawan owned by Corellian_Ale Master of CloneCaptainRex. Proud FanFic Master of Darth_Sathanos Why so serious? Accidentally e-married to sinre?
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Thorn058 Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 8/11 3:01pm Subject: RE: Theta Squad Viggies; 8/11: ~As The World Falls Down~
	Inspired truly inspired. His eyes in a million faces, fighting in a thousand places. poetry and moving to the core. Theta squad seem so real you have really hit the core of a commando team only ? why does everone have to get down on Walon Vau? j/k more please -----signature----- I've out run Imperial Starships kid, and not the local bulk cruisers, I'm talking the big Correllian ships Y-wing: Behind Enemy Lines -http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28920769/p1/?4
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 8/12 12:21am Subject: RE: Theta Squad Viggies; 8/11: ~As The World Falls Down~
	So I'm trying to touch up my own Mando for a coming Fic,( well started fic though not much Mando'a in it yet). . Here goes.... Kandosii, vod. Haleen jorso'ran lo kaysh karta' kadla kando.[face_cry] No promises that it makes any sense , I have enough trouble with english........ The ground was strewn with debris, broken droids and among them the white forms of the fallen clones. It seemed impossible to Haleen that she should not kneel down next to each and bury him. It seemed impossible that they should lie scattered like this, unheeded, like human droids - damaged, destroyed, discarded. Her exhaustion was a blessing, numbing her to the turmoil her mind tried to throw up. Just vivid battle ground descriptions, and Haleen's turmoil and sorrow is so thick, beautiful job . Loved how the Clone was asking her if she knew what "shore leave" was. Sad but true that many of them would never experience anything we all take forgranted everyday. No comment, huh? Whenever did that stop me? Please don't stop , PM me if you think of it, otherwise I'll always find you again with my trolling anyway , just not as quickly. -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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MsLanna Title: CR GSFF Central Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 8/26 5:31am Subject: RE: Theta Squad Viggies; 8/11: ~As The World Falls Down~ - Date Edited: 8/30 6:45am (1 edits total) Edited By: MsLanna
	Thorn The line is from a clone poem that never amounted to anything. sigh But that line just haunted me. Glad you like it. It's also good to hear that my Thetas do not come across like big fairies. Vau? I think I might just like him, but Haleen is rather prejudiced. She will get along with him - finally, I'd say. But 'argument' will be unavoidable. Good thing she's just a girl. It is making kinda sense, Rob. I have difficulties with placing the relations, stupid Mando for not having more grammar. I am working on my battle descriptions. I have no firsthand experience (thank the Force), still I want it ot be 'real'. There's a lot of work waiting for me, next up I hope to have a scene during a battle... And I can pm you, I have a list for each thread. Depending on the cooperation of my Muse and my Master, I should be able to put up the next viggie in a week or two. -----signature----- Padawan owned by Corellian_Ale Master of CloneCaptainRex. Proud FanFic Master of Darth_Sathanos Why so serious? Accidentally e-married to sinre?
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MsLanna Title: CR GSFF Central Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 9/3 1:22am Subject: RE: Theta Squad Viggies; 8/11: ~As The World Falls Down~ - Date Edited: 9/3 12:01pm (1 edits total) Edited By: MsLanna
	Here goes another. Notes: 1) Yes, sorry, another songfic, but don't worry if you don't foind the song. I will hope that the Dire Straits aren't on here and don't find it either. 2) There's a * in the text; explanation is at the bottom, but might be spoilers for the CW book, so it's highlighted. Baptism of Fire They came marching at them row after row after row. An endless ocean of metal, a tide to swallow them all. There were to many droids; and they were so few. Six out of one-hundred and forty-four,* Haleen thought, replacing the power pack of her blaster almost without missing a shot. Six out of one hundred and forty-four, and no telling what this will amount to. The din of the battle was muffled by her helmet, but the channels of the intercom were a mess of noise, too. Worst of all were the sounds of the wounded or even dying. You could not see them in the fury of the battle, but you heard them; and there was no escape. In the periphery of her vision Haleen saw another white shape thrown backwards by a blaster bolt, but there was no new scream in her helmet. Instant death. She emptied the next power pack into the approaching droids. She knew her hit ratio was below clone standard, but even if each shot had been a hit, it would not have mattered. The droids kept coming. They didn't care over how much shrapnel they went; they just. Kept. Coming. Recharging her weapon again, she checked the viewport icons in her HUD. She knew that her brother's HUDs bristled with those, but she had to cut herself some slack. Handling the display okay was one thing, actually using it, something else completely. She had only the most important things on her screen, and Mirsh had a direct override for all functions. There were only three views displayed in her HUD, but those were the only that mattered. Mirsh, Gan, Gob. Three out of an army of millions. Three men out of a legion. Only three. Brothers in arms. And still there were so many fighting at her side. It seemed unfair towards them somehow. Did they deserve her loyalty any less? Did they care at all? Or were they, as she was, caught up in the closely knit communities, each company for its own, each commando, each clone fighting first and foremost for the brothers he had been raised with? She ducked instinctively as a gunship came up from behind, ripping through the droid lines. Air cover; finally. Haleen could not help it. Where have you been until now? she thought even as she jumped up in unison with the others, making for the enemy stronghold. The ranks of tinnies showed holes now, neat lines where the gunship had ploughed a wave of blaster fire through them. Still they kept coming. As if they didn't see it, or worse, as if it didn't matter at all. They charged into the field, filling the empty space with white armour, gutting the droid's ranks from within. They were not only shooting, either. Haleen had never seen so many ways to use a deecee to destroy a droid; most did not include firing it. That might have been all the better now. Close up, there were white-armoured figures in all directions. Friendly fire might sound all nice, but the mere thought gave her she creeps. Shot by your own. Shot nevertheless. Someday you'll return to your valleys and your farms... Very unlikely. Haleen never thought of going home. Not because it had been a bad place. It had been a good place, actually; quite, rural. Growing up in peace was a privilege very few appreciated for the gift it was. At her side another trooper fell, and in the broken heartbeat she stopped, almost crouching down in disbelief, a barrage of fire whipped through the space she would have taken up otherwise. She saved his number, in case she survived and found thoughts to thank him properly. There were no words big enough anyway. And there was nowhere to go to. The GAR was a huge war machine with no place for sentimentality, but it held all that was dear to her. Without her brothers, where would she go? Who would she be? Theta squad was not a place, but still. They are a home now for me. And with them, all clones, all commandos, and even ARCs had turned into a priority group. Us first. It didn't matter what they fought for, they'd never see the benefits of any of it. What mattered were your vode, the men that fought next to you, that covered your six, and laid down their lives. Haleen fired another barrage, lying down a clean line of tinnies. She didn't like the front line. It scared her, it broke her. She was not made to see so many die. And she knew, she would never have stood a chance as a normal trooper. But then, they'd never have had a chance of meeting her either. Another salvo reached them and a bolt grazed her shoulder. Her armour held, but she stumbled. Cries of pain echoed through her head as she got up again, batted away the legs of an approaching droid and gutted it with her vibroblade. She had to get them all if she wanted to silence the screams on her HUD. She fired her rifle into the tide of metal. Why are we here? Why am I here? We're the specialists, we don't do this. I don't do this. I cannot do this! And yet her rifle butted into the next droid in her path, and yet her blaster spit fire at them as fast as it could. Me or them; me or them. She had never been so scared in her life. And then she was up against the wall next to Mirsh and Gob, laying down cover while Gan prepared for rapid entry. There was no time for an encouraging word, a gesture of acknowledgement. They were running on reflexes and adrenaline, all conscious thought wiped out by the mere fight for survival. The wall shook, dust and debris raining down on them, and before she realised that they were through, she had already followed her vode into the building. The lights on their HUDs flicked on, bathing the interior in soft blue light while their sensors overlaid the visuals with their own data. A storeroom. Nobody around. Yet. They moved off into the direction off the control centre and Haleen flinched as a white armoured arm overtook them and stopped crashing against a wall. Through these fields of destruction... . She didn't dare close her eyes however shortly, but pointed her deecee into a crossing corridor which was thankfully as empty as the HUD had predicted. Time stood still as they made their way into the heart of the building, the silence around them cast an eerie contrast to the noise still reaching through their helmet intercoms. In the dark corridors the noise of the ongoing battle seemed to magnify; a suffocating curtain of sound that would return to haunt her dreams. Haleen couldn't even hear her own rasping breath as she stood guard for the squad. The constant roar of orders, affirmations, and general screams deafened her as she peered into the darkness. As much as she tried to concentrate on her surroundings, the images the noise evoked almost blinded her. Let nobody come, she prayed. Let nobody come because I might shoot them or me. A severed arm kept crashing against her inner eye, and only when it was suddenly cut short, she realised the wail for what if had been. One down - six out of one hundred and forty-four. Time seemed endless and her heart stood still. Mirsh passed her by, and by the time Haleen reacted, she was the last of the squad again, fighting to keep up with their pace. She was one of them now, treated like a commando, expected to perform like a commando, and if she got killed it would simply prove that she had not been good enough for a commando after all. It was not a conscious though. It was okay. They broke free of the building deecees ready. The legion was already retreating, putting a front of tinnies between them. Haleen didn't fire. There was nothing friendly about it. Her vode showered blaster bolts into the droids still, their aim never off. The shockwave hit them, smacking them into the ground face first. Haleen was already getting up again, ignoring the ringing in her ears and bones. "Stay down!" Mirsh's voice; recognisable in a million other voices almost like his. Haleen flattened herself again. There were still three viewport icons shown on her HUD, the only thing that mattered. She closed her eyes as the gunships roared over the battlefield. The command centre was down, this was just cleaning up. She remained on the ground, images of casualties piling up behind her lids. With a gasp her eyes snapped open as a heavy hand descended onto her shoulder. Gan; grabbing her, pulling her up, and the sound of the larty drowning out everything else. She kept counting three, repeating herself over and over; three, all there; three, all safe; three unwounded; three - brothers in arms. She couldn't stop shaking. * The number of clones of the 501st Torrent Company that came out of the mission to save Rotta alive. Rex, Coric, Zeer, Nax, Attie, Del. -----signature----- Padawan owned by Corellian_Ale Master of CloneCaptainRex. Proud FanFic Master of Darth_Sathanos Why so serious? Accidentally e-married to sinre?
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 9/3 8:43pm Subject: RE: Theta Squad Viggies; 9/3: ~Baptism of Fire~
	Loved the update Mirsh, Gan, Gob. Three out of an army of millions. Three men out of a legion. Only three. Brothers in arms. Though I haven't read all of Clone Wars yet I liked to comparrison. I'm about 100 pages in My above quote was an attempt at..... Haleen is bearing a sharp weight in her heart, or some such nonsense Again, lovely job! -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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AzureAngel2 Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 9/20 3:47am Subject: RE: Theta Squad Viggies; 9/3: ~Baptism of Fire~
	You are not only a good friend, Mel, you are a treasure chest of stories. Thanks for giving me the links! You are a wonderful story teller, a seanachie. Your story carries strong emotions and indredible characters. And please put an overworked and underpaid teacher on your PM list! -----signature----- "There is good in him. I felt it." "Y a-t-il un coeur sous ton armure? Le mien est pur comme l'azure." My be darlings DU & Chilla: http://img428.imageshack.us/img428/1433/theemperorlivescopy0pv.jpg e-mom of DG
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