Chapter 2 - CT-4063

CT-4063 could hear laser shots and explosions all around him, but inside the Laat and with the doors closed he could only imagine what was happening outside.

As for now the only thing he knew was for whose side he was fighting for.

He looked down to his weapon, a DC-15A long blaster rifle, the clone army standard weapon. During his training he was told countless times that his weapon is his life. That a clone without his weapon is a dead clone.

Moving his eyes up he saw a clone helmet, identical to his. He could not see the face under the helmet, but he didn't need to. It was the same face he saw everyday after he woke up for the last five years.

He, like the other twenty-nine clones on the Laat, and also like the millions of clones that were taking part on the war, was a clone. Breed on Kamino, clones were copies of the bounty hunter Jango Fett. Ten years before Jedi Master Zaifo-Vias has gone to Kamino and payed the Kaminoans to make the strongest army the galaxy have ever seen. This way the clones were born.

The clone in front of CT-4063, CT-4198 punched him on the shoulder.

"Hey brother. What are you thinking so much for? All we have to do is destroy some droids and then we are done here."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's make it quick. I don't want to waste to much time here and lose everything General Di talked about."

This got a few laughs from the surrounding clones, but after that they stood quiet. Jokes apart, they were going to their first combat, and they weren't sure if they would make it out. Or if their brothers would.

Everytime CT-4063 looked at his brothers a strong feeling of belonging took over him. He would give his life for them, and he was sure that they would hive theirs for him. This feeling wasn't just the camaraderie of brothers who spent their whole life together, there was also an even bigger loyalty to his commanders and the jedi.

But stronger than anything was his loyalty to a figure in his mind. Although he couldn't see it clearly, he would do anything to this person. Sometimes he had dreams about it. More like nightmares. That image would ask him to do something terrible, like killing his brothers, but in the dreams he did it with a smile.

The communication device on the sergent wrist whistled, taking him alway from his thoughts. From it the voice of Commander Keeli come.

"Sergent, we are under heavy fire! Land your Laat now or you will be blown to pieces!"

"Right away sir. Pilot, Get us to the ground!"