» Coruscant Dreams

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The sprawling streets of Coruscant's Uscru Entertainment District where densely packed with swarms of various alien and human life forms.Holograms promoting various bars, cantinas, nightclubs, holo-cinema and restaurants had lit up the night sky.Far from the front lines, the citizens of the Galactic capital went about there daily lives without concern about what was happening on the countless far flung planets of the galaxy. Gentes, the Ugnaught home world had just fallen to the vast droid armies of the CIS, under the command of the cunning and ruthless General Grievous. But life continued. The Galaxies Opera house was in the middle of a performance by the Togruta Shadow Dancers, in which many of Coruscant's high flyers were attending. Inside the Snapping septoid cantina alien and human alike both indulge in meals and idle conversation,rarely mentioning the war. Terror and fear seemed countless light-years away. Next door in the Outlander Nightclub, a meeting that was taking place would soon change that....


CT-0000/1010, aka Sgt Fox relaxed in his bunk aboard the the landed Acclamator I-class assault transport "Trojan". He had just been outfitted with his new phase two armor that was fresh of the rack. Unlike his phase one armour that had featured green colour markings on the helmet and arms, his phase two armour had blue markings that designated that he was a member of the revered 501st legion. His helmet featured a new and improved HUD or "heads up display" as well as night vision. A feature that was rarely used on Coruscant. The Clone wars had raged for just over two years and Fox had seen countless battles and had began to dream of a life beyond the Grand Army of the Republic and the Clone Wars. He was keen to follow in the footsteps of his "grandfather", Jango Fett's biological father, and his adopted "grandfather" Jaster Mereel, and become a journeyman protector of Concord Dawn. He had heard the stories of the Journeymen and Jaster Mereel from the various Mandalorian training instructors he had been taught by on Kamino and later on Coruscant. Something about a more simple life appealed to Fox. He could be his own man, live a life away from war, but still serve justice and protect those who couldn't protect themselves. Not that he was un-happy with his current direction. He was a Sgt in the greatest fighting force the galaxy had ever seen. A clone of the greatest Mandalorian ever. And unlike the vast majority of the galaxy, he knew what his purpose was. Even though he was a trooper, since he had a command rank he had been allowed more independence than his squad mates. That independence had allowed him to appreciate small things in life such as Naboo tea, which he had discovered during some rare down time in Courscant. He had just finished cleaning his armour and neatly placing it in his dorm when the communicator on his wrist gauntlet started to buzz. He clicked it to "on". A small, holographic image of Commander Appo fizzed up. It shimmered, before the signal cleared up.

"Sgt Fox. Report to the briefing immediately. We have a mission for you and your squad."

"Yes Sir, right away," replied Fox.

The image of Appo shimmered and fizzed out and Fox quickly reached for his armour.


In the briefing room on the "Trojan", Fox and his squad of nine, sat contentedly while a lemuroid Mygeetan Jedi, called Dus-tay and Commander Appo addressed them. They each sat in full armour, including helmets. Holo images displayed their target, "The Outlander" nightclub in the Uscru Entertainment District, which was a stones throw away from the prestigious senate district. Jedi Knight Dus-tay was about half the size of the clones, but had long arms and legs, and long prehenstal tail that could be used as a limb. Her furry body was covered by the simple attire of the Jedi order. Plain brown tunic and trousers with a neatly woven, brown, hooded robe. The visible fur on her arms was light brown but had darker more prominent horizontal stripes running along. She had a round face, which was covered in neat short brown hair. She had a short snout which was black and a small, rounded black nose, that shined when the light hit it. Her mouth was lined with short, sharp teeth, which were useful for eating fruit. Her short brown, pointed ears where at the top of her head and could move at various angles so that she could get a better fix on sound. Above her eyes and on her snout she had long white whiskers that could detect movement, but this was greatly increased by her strong connection with the force. She sat bow legged on a short stool, her tail curled around her legs. Next to her, Appo stood ridged and straight, in his right hand he held a remote that flicked between holo-images. His face was hidden behind his helmet. But it was the same face that belonged to Sgt Fox and his men, and every other solider in the GAR.

"Gentlemen, I have called you here on such short notice because of an extremely dangerous and volatile situation." Stated Dust-ay. She spoke in a soft, calm voice, that seemed to sound more like a cat purring than the voice of a sentient being. She continued. "In the Outlander nightclub, a situation has broken out. Two rival deathstick dealer gangs where conducting a meeting, when for an unknown reason hostilities between the two factions erupted".

Commander Appo began to speak, his tone was distinctly different from Dust-ay's. He had quite a strong Concord Dawn accent. Identical to Fox's and his men. "Your mission is a simple one troopers. Apprehend both gangs if possible, but you are authorized to use lethal force if necessary. You are to prevent any civilian casualties at all cost. Any questions?"

Fox spoke up. "With respect, why are a squad of troopers been assigned this mission, when it would appear to fall under the jurisdiction of the CFP?"

Before Appo could reply, Dust-ay spoke. "Indeed Sgt. Courscant Police forces have been dispatched, but due to the number of hostiles and their heavy armaments, they have been unable to get close to the club. They have evacuated citizens from the surrounding areas. But also as you are aware Sgt, the Uscru Entertainment District is along one of the patrol routes that you helped established. I'm also aware that you have spent some time amongst Courscant civilians."

"I wasn't aware that was an issue Commander."

"It isn't," replied Dust-ay in calm and reassuring tone. "Rather I find it useful to this mission. With your experiences, it leaves you highly qualified for the job".

"Anymore questions?" asked Appo. He paused waiting, before he continued. "Any other information has been relayed to your HUDS, you will depart immediately in the Gunship Corsa. Sgt Fox, I will leave the planning and execution of the mission in your cable hands. Do you believe that you may require another squad as backup?"

"No sir", Fox replied full of confidence.

"As I expected. Dismissed". Appo said.



The Republic gunship Corsa streaked through the Courcsant sky lanes. In emergency situations, gunships had the authority to weave in between traffic. In these cases, regular traffic had to let them pass, unrestricted. Inside the Corsa, Sgt Fox inspected the weapons cache that his men had brought along. A collection of DC-15S blasters, there larger cousins, the DC-15A rifles, a Merr-Sonn Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon, flash bang grenades,which Fox suspected would come in useful, and a Merr-Sonn PLX, or 'Plex', missile launcher. Unlike the flash bang detonators, Fox doubted the usefulness of it on the mission, but he would rather have it and not need it, than need it and not have it. They also had thermal imaging devices that would allow them to detect "wets" through the solid walls of the Outlander. Information that had been uploaded to his HUD, told him that they were facing 12 hostiles. They were split into two gangs, of equal number. That could be useful if hostilities did break out, perhaps the two gangs would take each other out, rather than civilians or him and his brothers. They were a mix of species, Human, Rodian, Trandoshan, Quarren, Aqualish and Durosians. The Juarez cartel, led by the Gran,Terrec Joonster had attempted to muscle in on the Banstac cartel's territory. The Banstac cartel led by a Trandoshan, named P'iock had retaliated, leading to a number of deaths on both sides and more importantly to the cartels, loss of profits. In an attempt to cease the hostilities, both sides had agreed to meet in a neutral site, The Outlander, to discuss terms. But somewhere along the line the discussions had broken down and violence had broken out. The HUD hadn't told him what had went wrong, chances are that was because no one knew why. Not that it mattered anyway, WHY didn't figure into his mission. Fox looked up and saw his squad, Peugot squad, were clicking power packs into blasters and flicking safety's to "off". Trooper CT-0015/6254, or Fifo as he was known by his brothers, was attaching the Z-6 rotary blaster cannon to his armour.

CT-0162/5842, nicknamed Orto, approached Fox. "Sgt, we are about to set down at the CFP's defense perimeter. The squad is armed and ready sir," reported Orto.

"Excellent, prepare to land and receive orders, once we have gotten a situation update then we will decided how to proceed".

"Yes sir", Orto nodded as he replied.

The Corsa began to drop altitude and rapidly descended to the CFP's secondary defense perimeter. It's troop bays doors opened as it began to land. They where 12 feet behind the actual barricade. When it came to a stand still, Fox and Peugot squad stepped out and headed towards the security forces. It was still night in the entertainment district. The normal holograms that where used for promotion had been switched off, but large spot lights from the security forces speeders had lit up the area. The commander of the security forces saw Fox and his men and walked to meet them. The commander was a Iktotchi, the same species as Jedi Master, Saesee Tiin. He wore a light blue tunic and matching trousers, that were tucked into his plain black military boots. He wore black leather gloves on his hands.

"Ah I see the cavalry has arrived. I'm Lieutenant Phatin, of the Coruscant police force. As I tired to explain to your superiors, we have the situation under control, you are not necessary, clone." explained Phatin, in a rather rude tone. He seemed to make a point of the word "clone" as if to make it into an insult.

"I am Sgt CT-0000/1010, but you may address me as Sgt Fox" he replied in a confident tone. "My superiors have decided that you obviously haven't got the situation under control, that is why WE are here. You are to fully co-operate with me and my men, Lieutenant. The situation is now under military control. You and your men will follow my orders. If you have any problems with that please feel free to take it up with Jedi knight, Dust-ay or Commander Appo, I'm sure they will be pleased to hear your objections. Do I make myself clear?"

Phatin gave Fox a frown, he wasn't pleased by the way Fox had put him down. Fox didn't care, Phatin like the majority of the galaxy regarded clones as cannon fodder, no different from the battle droids used by the CIS. Fox had realized along time ago, that there was a great deal of racism directed at his kind. Too many, clones were just bred for war. They had no real rights or real lives. They where a batch number or a product. Fox knew differently, even though they were genetically identical, each clone was an individual, some had more individuality than others but they were not the same as droids. Fox had more independence than his men, but not as much as a clone commander. He wasn't permitted to wear a kama for example, not that it mattered to Fox, his basic armour was good enough for him, but he understood why others wore them. They also had lives, but they where radically different to the lives of Phatin or the trillions of other life forms in the galaxy. He also understood Phatin's attitude to the clones, they were so different from himself, and what is different is wrong to so many. He also suspected that Phatin more than likely resented Fox and his kind. For a long time security officers like Phatin were in charge of Coruscant security and played important roles, but since the Clone wars and the arrival of troopers
on Courscant, Phatin's kind had become a secondary force behind the GAR. The 65th Shock trooper legion had replaced them in protecting key buildings and landing platforms, and more than likely after this incident, troopers would handle more day to day security issues.

"I....Understand Sgt, what are your orders" replied Phatin, in a rather reluctant tone.

"What is the current status of the gang members?" asked Fox.

"They are in a stand-off still Sgt, none of the club's patrons have been allowed to leave and in my opinion the cartels will take advantage of this and use them as hostages."

"Understood. Lt. Return to your men, Pull them all back to the secondary defense perimeter. Make sure to keep the surrounding area clear".

"Yes Sgt". With that Phatin walked the short distance from the gunship back to the barricade of security blocks and parked CFP gunships. Fox motioned for his troopers to follow him, they walked up to a barricade close to the Outlander. Local security forces where falling back from the primary defense barricade. Once Peugot squad got into position, Fox made a simple series of hand gestures and one of his troopers lifted a set of thermal imaging binoculars up to his helmeted face and began scanning the club. After a minute he stopped and reported to Fox.

"Sgt, it is hard to get a clear reading since there is so many wets inside. But I can roughly make out 12 wets stood up whilst the rest appear to be prone on the floor".

Fox nodded in acknowledgment, he turned and scanned the surround CFP gunships and found what he was looking for, he walked briskly to the speeder and picked up a comlink attached to a speaker. He trotted back to his men, and began to speak.

"This is Sgt Fox of the 501st, members of the Banstac and Juarez cartels I'm giving you 3 standard minutes to stand down and come out with you arms above you heads, if you do not comply then I am authorized to use any means necessary to protect the lives of the civilians you have endangered. 3
minutes that is all".

Fox wasn't expecting them to stand down though. Chances are they would be coming out in body bags. Hopefully none of his troopers or any civilians would be. In his own private thoughts though, he valued the lives of his men more and wanted them to survive. They where his brothers. He knew that they would die sometime, some even today and it they didn't, well troopers don't have long life spans. And for any trooper, death in battle was all most of them could hope for. A warriors death. He didn't dwell on such thoughts, merely accepted them, but before battle they raced through his head like a podracer. He didn't enjoy killing, but he coldly thought to himself that it was what he was bred for. But if he didn't have to kill then he wouldn't. But in this day and age most of the time it was kill or be killed. But that was life. Such thoughts on Kamino would have meant reconditioning or worse. On Coruscant however and as part of the 501st, independent thinking was encouraged, especially by the Jedi, who viewed the troopers as comrades in arms rather than products or batches. Fox greatly respected them for that. He wondered if the more enlighted Senators like Amidala, Mon Mothma and Bail Organa of Alderaan and even Chancellor Palpatine had such thoughts.

Fox put the speaker down, and turned to his squad. "Ideas?" He asked.


"Hear that Terrec, clone scum here. There not like the normal pigs, can't bride em and fighting out don't seem to be much of an option. No matter how many of the scum ya whack, there always more. Don't look so good," said P'iock in a deep, aged and heavy reptilian voice.

As much as Terreck Joonster hated to admit, P'iock was right. It was a mistake having this meeting in such a public place. Joonster had expected a trap, that's why he had came armed himself. P'iock had insisted that everything was on the level, but Joonster doubted it. As he had expected, once Joonster and P'iock were face to face, P'iock and his thugs raised there weapons. But he had expected it, and was prepared. Once their weapons were raised though, neither side had attempted to fire a shot. Each was trying to stare down the other side. That was 30 minutes ago. Joonster had attempted to talk his way out of the situation, but P'iock wasn't having any of it.P'iock was a old and weathered Trandoshan. P'iock insisted that the only way the Joonster was leaving this bar alive was if he lowered his weapon and was escorted to the nearest transport that was headed off world. Something which wasn't going to happen. Even if he did agree to P'iock's terms, he would be committing suicide.He doubted that P'iock would let him live. And now this, clones. And clones of Jango Fett. Joonster had seen what Fett could do when he was hired help on Malastare to the drug lord Sebolto. That was over 12 years ago. Joonster had been been lucky not to come anywhere near Fett, but had seen the carnage he had left behind. And if you believed the stories, it had taken countless Jedi to take Fett down at Geonosis. And Joonster believed the stories! Now there was a squad of his clones outside. Even if they were mother-less vat grown soldiers, imagine what they could do if given the chance. There was little or no chance out of here, perhaps surrender, but if he lowered his weapon then P'iock would waste him. Joonster wondered how long there was left, then it happened, there was blinding flash, and weapons started firing....


Fox and his squad had came up with a plan of attack. Trooper 89 had lobed in a pair of flash bang dets, that had blinded all if the occupants of the Outlander. Peugot squad's t-visors had cut 70% of the glare, but they had looked away anyway. They filed in, Fox took point, leading his men in. Fifo armed with the Z-6 rotary blaster cannon brought up the rear. But in the confusion cartel members from both sides had started firing blindly.

"Everyone down NOW," shouted Fox in his thick Concord Dawn accent. No one complied though. A rodian lay prone on the floor, a smoking hole in his chest. Fox recognized the wound was from a ACP array gun, nasty piece of kit. A quarren had his left hand covering his face in a vain attempt to block out the effects of the flash bangs. He was firing wildly into the club. His disrupter, an illegal and a real di'kut of a weapon was blowing chunks out of the club. Fox raised his short stocked DC-15S blaster and fired a quick burst. The quarren squealed in pain and dropped to the floor. It was a necessity. Sooner of later the quarren would of hit either a civilian, a trooper or Fox, the squid like quarren was to far away to physically take down. A Gran in a finely tailored alderaan suit was firing his verpine shatter gun, not picking out any targets. One of the projectiles hit a tall durosian at almost point blank range, squarely in the face, shattering it on impact. Poor di'kut, thought Fox. Unlike the quarren, the 3 eyed gran was quite close, Fox bolted straight for him. He raised his short stocked dc-15 and slammed the butt straight into the gran's face. The gran screamed in pain, blood poured from his face, his goat like snout had been shattered. He collapsed to the floor still screaming. That must be Terrec Joonster, Fox thought to himself. He looked around, his squad had taken down four hostiles. He mentally calculated that they had been in the club for nearly a minute and already half of the cartel members had been neutralized, either non-lethally or lethally. Everything was going to plan, until the most unpredictable element lived up to its namesake.


A young female twi'lek, who was the beautiful shade of light purple, dressed in a gold, revealing outfit that was made from the silk of the web of the Spider people of Ord Cestus, had gotten up and bolted for the door. Bloody marvelous, Fox thought to himself. She appeared to be very agile and flexible, a dancer at the club perhaps. She hadn't got far when a blast bolt ripped through her left shoulder. She collapsed to the floor screaming in pain. Blood pumped from her left shoulder. A trandoshan, presumably P'iock, lumbered towards her, drooling as he went. P'iock raised his weapon, he had appeared to have recovered from the effects of the flash bang dets. He was gloating at the twi'lek in trandoshan seemingly unaware of the clones around him. Huge mistake. Out of no where, Trooper Orto appeared, he grabbed P'iock by his right arm, which he was holding his blaster pistol, and quickly disarmed him, by bringing his left knee into P'iock's elbow. P'iock bellowed in agony, dropping his blaster. P'iock stumbled back from Orto's attack, but he quickly composed himself. He had obviously spent a life time in fights across bars, clubs and back alleys across the entire galaxy, and he knew how to fight through the pain. He lunged at Orto and swung his good left arm at Orto's helmeted head. Orto ducked and made a couple of blows right to P'iocks abdomen. P'iock wheezed in pain, dropping to one knee. He had Orto fixed in his cold reptilian gaze. He managed to get back to his feet as Orto closed in. P'iock dived straight into Orto, sending them both to the floor, with P'iock landing on top. He started smacking Orto in the head with his good arm. During the collision Orto had lost his helmet, and P'iock's fist was making a right mess or Orto's broad features. Blood splattered from Orto's face. There was a large crunch, and Orto yelped in pain, his nose broken. Fox was about to assist his brother, when Orto brought his elbow right into P'iocks throat.The trandoshan thrashed in pain, he fell back of Orto, struggling to breathe. Orto rose to his feet, and advanced on P'iock, his face had began to swell. Blood dripped from several cuts on his face and from his broken nose, and onto his white armour which was no longer in pristine condition. P'iock still withered on the floor gasping for air. He glared at Orto and in a vain attempt of self defense, thrashed out with a clawed hand. Orto simply swung a booted foot right into P'iock's jaw. The impact knocked him unconscious and he slumped to the ground. Orto reached into his equipment belt and removed a pair of binders. He rolled the unconscious P'iock onto his stomach and cuffed his hands behind his back, before rolling him onto his side, so that P'iock wouldn't choke on any of the blood pouring from his mouth. Fox walked over to the injured twi'lek, blaster ready. He wasn't taking any chances. P'iock had made a point of targeting her, Fox wasn't sure why and that made him uneasy. During the years of training on Kamino, it had been drilled into him that not all soldiers where young males, and not all soldiers wore uniforms. He had also heard of the deadly reputations of Aurra Sing, Sev'rance Tann and the infamous assassin, Asajj Ventress. So it would of been foolish of him to believe that females weren't as dangerous as males. The twi'lek had tears pouring from her face, a ruse perhaps, so that Fox would drop his guard. It was unlikely but it would of been foolhardy for him to dismiss the possibility.

"What is your name"? Fox asked.

The twi'lek looked at him still sobbing. Blood from her wound had stained her outfit. "Demma Avis," she replied in a weak, soft voice. "Please don't hurt me. You have Terrec, just please leave me."

It dawned on Fox why P'iock had went after her. She was an acquaintance of Joonster. A wife or lover perhaps. Joonster had been foolish enough to bring her into such a hostile environment. Perhaps he had brought her as a symbol of his power. Not that it really mattered why. She didn't appear to have any weapons on her, and from her angst ridden voice and condition, she didn't appear to be able to out up a fight even if she had wanted to.

"Your wound isn't critical. You'll be okay, keep your head down and apply pressure to your shoulder," said Fox in the most reassuring tone he could muster. She seemed to understand. Fox briefly scanned the club, a tall human in a long, brown coat and black suede pants, with short, spiked blonde hair and short goatee was pointing a blaster at two troopers. He kept switching aim from trooper to trooper, it was more of a gesture to keep them away rather than a actual threat. The only thing stopping the troopers from firing was the order to take the cartel members alive if possible. An order they had carried out well. Including P'iock and Joonster, Peugot squad had successfully apprehended six cartel members, whilst they had been forced to use lethal force twice and whilst the rest of the cartel members had been killed fighting one another. If the tall human forced them though, they would make it a third time.

"Keep, keep away from me, you, you motherless vat-grown abominations," warned the cartel member. His voice like his arm, was shaky. He was scared. Being surrounded by a squad from the greatest army that ever existed had that affect on all of individuals.

Fox walked forward in between the two troopers cornering the cartel member. "Lower your weapon now and put your hands up or we will open fire," said Fox. There was no malice in his voice, but his tone was firm and exuded control. The two troopers by his side raised there DC-15 blaster rifles.

Sweat was dripping from the cartel members face. He pointed his weapon at Fox, then back and fourth onto the other troopers.

"This is your last chance," said Fox, raising his own weapon. "Drop the gun".

The cartel member pointed his gun at Fox. Fox suspected that he wasn't going to surrender peacefully. He had given the tall man enough chances to drop his weapon, but now he was a danger to to Fox, his men and more importantly the mission. Fox was about to give the order to fire, but the tall man began to lower his weapon. Once it was on the floor, he raised both hands above his head. A wise choice. One of the troopers bustled forward and forced the man to the ground. He checked him for any concealed weapons and once he was satisfied he was unarmed, the trooper slapped a pair of binders on him. Fox reached for his comlink and contacted the Trojan. And image of Commander Appo appeared.

"Commander, we have secured the Outlander, there are no civilian casualties, and we have arrested seven cartel members including P'iock and Terrec Joonster. The rest were killed in the raid," said Fox.

"Excellent work Sgt. Alert the Coruscant police force and they will finish up. Has your squad suffered any losses?" ssked Appo.

"No Sir. But trooper 42 has got some minor injuries. Nothing a course of bacta won't cure. Might have some nasty scars though."

Appo nodded and his transmission fizzled out. Fox then communicated to Phatin and relayed Appo's order and ordered him to bring a Republic Mobile Surgical Unit or rimsoo for short, to treat the injured. Phatin seemed less than pleased about having to clean up the mess but he complied anyway. Fox turned around and saw trooper Orto kneeled over Demma Avis. He was reassuring her as he applied a small, square bandage to her shoulder. She seemed to be more relaxed with him rather than she had been with Fox. That wasn't much of a shock, after all Orto had risked his life to save hers. It was quite strange to see still. To many, clones where identical, yet where she had appeared scared of Fox, she seemed at ease with Orto.Well at ease as one could be who had just been shot. Perhaps she saw them as individuals. Phatin, his men, and a cerean medic cautiously arrived in the club. Phatin and his men had there rifles raised, while the medic headed towards the injured Demma Avis. Phatin and his men began to escort the cartel members out of the club. More medics had arrived and where attending to civilians who where suffering from shock. A young female dug medic began to attended to Orto's wounds. Fox checked on the rest of his squad, none had suffered any injures, well apart from the fact that trooper Fifo, who was disappointed that he hadn't had chance to use his Z-6 blaster cannon. Fox ordered Peugot squad to return to the Corsa, while he checked on Orto.

"Looks like you could use a brew, trooper. You took a right beating," Fox said in a joking manor.

"Beating? I decked that Trando. Not all of us can just stay back from the action sarge," replied Orto in a less than serious tone. A smirk crept onto his blooded face. He continued. "The medic says I'll be fine, just need a bit of bacta, and I'll be back to action. Might have a few memories though, Sarge," said Orto pointing to his face.

"Seems you proved quite a hit with the twi'lek, saving her hide and all."

Orto smirked. "Just doing my job, Sarge."

"Very well trooper. We're leaving, by the way, so say good bye to your little friend and we'll get you some bacta once we return to the Trojan, Understood?"

"Yes Sir."

Orto reached for his helmet and tucked it under his arm, and followed Fox out of the Outlander.Holo-net news had arrived and wanted to ask the troopers a few questions about their mission. Phatin's forces kept them behind the barriers however. Not that it mattered since Fox and Orto had no intention of answering questions. Camera men snapped holo-images of the two troopers, trying to get the best images for holo-net news. Perhaps after this mission, civilian's attitudes might change towards the clones, Fox thought to himself. Not that it mattered though. Fox and the rest of the Grand Army of the Republic didn't care about people's opinions. That's not what they were created for and none of their training covered it. Fox and Orto climbed into the waiting Corsa. It's engines whined and lifted the ship up. Fox stared out of the troop bay. Holonet reporters where still desperately trying to get interviews with Coruscant police officers, medics, the former hostages and even cartel members. Rimsoo medical transports had began airlifting out the casualties, which where followed by flanking security gunships, the predecessors to the clone's gunships. Fox saw P'iock been hauled into a medical transport, by two CPF officers. He had taken a beating at the hands of Orto, and the medics hadn't deemed him ready for a prison cell just yet. The Corsa picked up altitude and speeded away. The troopers had gripped the safety grips in the Corsa. In among themselves they exchanged chatter about the mission. The squad's medic, Lamps, examined Orto's face. Whilst all troopers were trained in basic battlefield first-aid, Lamps was one of the many troopers who had had extra training to supplement his squad. Fox gazed out into the Courscant night sky. He had only been on the planet for a few standard months, most of which was on the Trojan, but he began to feel like he had a home, a real home too. He smiled to himself, he had a family and home, like a birth born human. What ever the rest of the galaxy thought of them, Fox and his brothers knew they where real men, with thoughts, dreams, desires and emotions. Fox let out a deep breath, his squad and himself had performed well, extremely well, they had completed their mission and they would soon have another, which Fox was confident they would complete. With an entire army of these men, Fox thought that no matter what the CIS, deathstick gangs, terrorists or who ever else dared try the might of the Republic, then the Grand army would prevail. And with any luck, the war would be won and Fox would leave the GAR, settle down on Concord Dawn, and follow his own dreams.