The flames of the fire danced in the cold air, a squad of clones lounging around as they accepted its warmth. Standing at the entrance of the cave stood their Squad Leader, their green visor scouring the land as a dark green cloak moved with the wind behind him. A groan and complaint was heard by one of the clones, quickly followed by a smack upside the head from their Fireteam Leader sitting next to them. His helmet sitting on his lap, the flames accenting the Fireteam Leader’s purple visor. Laughter erupted as the remaining clones took joy from their teammates scolding, quickly shutting up as soon as his gaze shifted to them. The all too familiar sound of a republic jetpack was heard, and the squads SNCO landed at the entrance.
“Find anything?” the Squad Leader asked, his arms crossed as he leant against the cave wall. He saw him shake his head, and quickly sighed before looking back at the squad. “Is the Radio working?” He heard the rather vulgar response, from the one person he was expecting to hear it from.
“Fuck no it isn’t working, what do you think we are engineers?” the heavy trooper in question replied. He had the same cloak as their squad leader, along with enhanced mobility gear attached to his belt. “The thing was shot to holy hell when we had to get Eerie out of the hole he dug himself into.”
A middle finger was promptly raised from the clone named Eerie, along with a string of words that another soldier winced at. The Squad Leader facepalmed, before telling the jetpack wearing clone to go back out and see if he can’t find anything useful for fixing the radio. He also ordered a group of four clones, calling them by their codenames of Cubes, Tchami, Mazer, and Eerie, to accompany him from the ground. Grabbing their blasters, they quickly departed the cave and their Squad Leader took a seat around the campfire.
“It can’t get any worse than this,” the heavy said, nudging his Squad Leader with his shoulder. “At least it’s not Operation SNAFU…”
Artwork Rendered by: Gabriel V.
Story Written by: Evan L.