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CT-2114 stared down at the still-smoking body of the Sarge with wide eyes. Just a moment ago, they had been crouched beside him, blaster drawn and shouting an order from behind the little cover they had as their squad was wiped out around them. He could hear ringing in his ear, likely from that last grenade that CT-2114 had just managed to dodge. He faintly registered someone trying to get his attention, knocking on the chestplate of his armour to do so. He blinked, looking up to see the field medic and batchmate, CT-2119, leaning over him.
“-14? CT-2114! Snap out of it!” His brother demanded, cutting through the fog in CT-2114’s mind.
CT-2114 blinked again, staring up into the visor of his vod’s bucket for a moment before glancing around, trying not to flinch when he saw the crumpled bodies of his brothers. 3 others of his squad remained, but one, CT-3222, was clutching his arm with a pained groan, curling around it to try an protect himself and make himself a small target. CT-2114 blinked again, shaking his head to try and get rid of that Force damned ringing. CT-2119 began checking him over for injuries, and he batted his hands away, giving his vod a shaky smile, “Check on Three-Twos, I’m fine,” ‘19 gave him a suspicious look, but relented, beginning to rising into a crouch.
That was when another vod spoke up, “Wait!”
‘19 froze in a half-crouch, and Three-Twos went quiet. The one who had spoken, CT-2541, who was back-to-back with their batchmate, CT-2562, was glancing around fearfully, plastroid armour creaking with how tightly he was holding his weapon, “They’ve stopped.”
CT-2114 looked around at the suddenly silent field. Nervously, he raised his blaster, turning to ask Sarge for direction before his eyes fell once more on the still body. Oh. Right.
CT-2114 looked back at the surviving troopers, who all stared into the long grass around them with fear and apprehension. CT-2114 stared at them for a long moment, before glancing down at the Sarge once more. They needed someone to take charge, give them orders and direction. He took a breath, steeling himself and willed his voice not to shake as he made his decision.
“Alright vode,” He began, and his brother’s heads snapped over to stare at him. CT-2114 rose to a crouch, determination clear in there features, “Here’s the plan….”
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CT-2114 winced as he was thrown to the ground, arms painfully twisted behind his back. His remaining brothers kneeling beside him. Their armour was no longer shiny new, scraped and dirty from crawling and fighting tooth and nail to survive. CT-2562 had lost their bucket when using it as a decoy and now had blood dripping from there mouth where they had knocked out a tooth headbutting an enemy. CT-3222’s arm was in a hastily-put together brace, and CT-2541 had blood dripping out from under their bucket. They had put up a good fight, but by the end, they had been caught.
“Well, well, welllll” A hissing voice began, CT-2114 started to awkwardly push himself up with his shoulders to kneel beside his brothers and get a better look at their captor, but a heavy foot slammed down on his back, pushing him back to the floor with a pained grunt.
“I never expected clonesssss to put up ssssuch a fightttt,” They purred, and CT-2114 glared up at their captor from his place on the dirt. They were the greatest army ever created. Of course they wouldn’t go down easy.
Their captor was a Trandoshan male with dark scales with green markings. They were armed to the literal teeth, and where now smiling down at CT-2114 like he was some sort of interesting puzzle he couldn’t wait to solve.
Or perhaps like he couldn’t wait to tear the clone limb from limb.
The Trandoshan turned to their companions, “Lookssss like we have new prey, get them in the sssship.”
They stepped off of him, and he was grabbed once more and yanked to his feet. He heard Three-Twos hiss behind him, likely from jostling his injured arm. CT-2114 clenched his teeth together to resist the urge to snap at the person who hurt his vode, and instead settled on glaring at the grey-scaled Trandoshan entering the ship.
The clones were dragged inside, stripped of any remaining weapons and gear, and thrown into a small cage. ‘62 had snarled at their captors with bloody teeth through the bars, causing the other Trandoshans to laugh at them as they left, joking with each other in their snake-like language. ‘62 groaned, spitting blood onto the dusty ground outside the bars before turning to slouch against the bars awkwardly. They could barely sit in the cage due to how small it was, and it was even more cramped with the 5 of them in it. But CT-2114 was glad they were together at the least. Sighing, he let his head, now armourless, hit the bars behind him with a dull thunk.
“What do we do now ‘14?” He blinked, looking back up to see ‘41 stare at him with wide, fearful eyes. And he wasn’t only him watching. All of them were. Even ‘19 had paused his inspection of ‘41’s head wound to stare at him. CT-2114 stared back at them, confused. Why had they asked him that? Why would they think he have any…. plan….
……
Oh. oh no. They saw him as the person in charge now, didn’t they?
…….
Kriff.
Okay. Deep breath. This was fine. Panic later. Being in enemy capture was not a good time to panic.
CT-2114 looked around, “... We need to wait. We don’t have the equipment to escape now, and we definitely couldn’t take the ship. Three-Twos is still injured and so is ‘41. We can’t make a move now.”
“That’s a stupid name,” Three-Twos muttered, adjusting his arm.
“You got a better idea for one? And stop moving! You could injure yourself even more” ‘19 snapped.
Three-twos huffed, grumbling under their breath but stopped moving. CT-2114’s face twitched into a smile as he watched ‘19 huff and worry over them well Three-Twos and ‘62 grumbled and complained about it. They would get through this.
He would make sure of it.
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On a jungle moon, a very shiny, very surprised Mandalorian and their giggling charge fell into a bush.