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Gamma went to the storage compartment to accompany Doc.

"Y'know the best thing for the cold, Doc? A nice hot cup' o' Juma juice. I dont suppose there's any here, eh?"
He cracked his neck and helped Doc with the supplies.

"Explain why the hell I have to wear this crap? Is it not plausible to have me stay in the LAAT, not only for quicker getaway purposes, but also to maintain myself in a dignified flying posture?" Theta asked. "And one more thing. Why must I, a regular pilot, be forced to go with you kids?"

Psi figedted.He had become quieter and more distant since that last battle.Sure he was entertained ever since he got his guantlet working and his attitude has been the same.He was the same sure same attitude,just...farther away.Maby this was just his own personality fully developing,or atleast that's what he told him self.Rhen Var eh?Talk about an ice box of a planet.He scraped his knife against the heel of his boot a few times and sheathed it.He had carved one small mark on the side of the blade.This was his own way of reminding him of how many missions they'd been on.One tick mark for every battle.One gash for every story.He checked his guantlet once again.Flamthrower,EMP caster,whip cord,mini fusion cutter,target tracker,Retinal Combat implant,And Adrenal Alaracity stim system.All good all working.With that he begun to examin his pistol and rifle.

Chi stood, wobbled unsteadily under the gear, and righted herself. "Aghh...I need to stretch. Is it true the gravity's slightly better on Rhen Var? Or is that just an optimistic rumor?" She began checking over her demolitions gear, trying to figure out what she didn't need. "They sure didn't put much thought into this, the higher ups, did they?"

Copy sat on a bench in the hold, watching the rest of his squad shift about and make necessary adjustments.
a Cigarette was perched in his lips, a thin stream of smoke rising from its slowly burning tip.
The war was progressing. Which was Poli-talk for "we're not winning." The quick knock 'em up victory Seinor Republic analysts expected never materialized. hell it wasn't even close. The pre-emptive strike the jedi and the Grand Army made on Genosis was, while strategically sound, only painted the republic as the bad guys. never mind the terror tactics and forced labor policies of the CIS, the Republic and the Jedi had started the war so everything was their fault.
And so every day another dozen worlds in the rim signed on with the CIS, the Senate bitched and moaned about what they didn't understand, and the Jedi, Clones and Regulars that made up the Grand Army steeled themelves for what was shaping up to be a long war.
Copy's squad was still unofficialy recognized in the military. They were an open secret; everyone knew they existed, but no one wanted to admit it. they were dead men, a Squad of Ghosts.
By all rights they should have been dead. Genosis, Raxus Prime, two of the worst meat grinder assignments in the war and they had survived them with only minimal casualties. They had survived because they were all different. Different skills, different personalities, They were a hodgepodge of other units' cast off members. While those clones who had grown up together died together, Ghost Squad didn't.
Thats why the legions didn't like 'em. Copy's squad was different, well as different as one could get in an army of clones.
Raxus Prime, their first mission, gave the squad a bad rep. Out of all the troopers that died, only they lived. The army called it cowardice.
To prove themselves, the higher ups sent them to another hell hole, the Ice Ball known as Rhen Var. Copy had heard about it, but he wasn't too sure why he was being sent there.
Rumor had it that the CIS were resurecting an old Sith weapon. a chunk of it, or something relating to it was supposed be on Rhen Var. And thats how it went. The Republic wanted Rhen Var, so like good little soldiers, Ghost Squad and a fresh platoon of meat were sent on a military backed ski trip.
what fun.
Copy finished his Cig and stepped it out. He flicked his eyes to the whiny pilot.
"Because the minute a stray bolt comes flying your way, you'd either waste all our rockets on one droid or run away. besides, if the Tinnies have any neat toys, we'll need you to hijack 'em for us. not every clone here can operate vehicles you know. so quit bellyaching."

Gamma went to the hold with a platter with Cups o' Juma juice in them and offered his comrades some with his hearty sarcastic tone.

"Well, we're going to a freezing place where we might die, actually! Who wants Juma Juice?" He looked at Copy. "Sir?"

"Waste all our rockets AND run away. Last time I checked, you and pretty much every other clone isn't scared to waste shots. I don't see what your problem with killing things dead is though. Perhaps you are scared. You're going to die sooner or later. And ammo's cheap and bountiful. No point gettign worked up over bantha like that. If you don't like my strategy, don't bellyache to me. It works. If you want someone stupider, go follow your own advice. If I remember correctly, you're the barve who said that 'pilots are a dime a dozen'. So quit being a cheap spacehappy miser and go spend the damn dime, and quit wasting my time." Theta responded, still indignant at the comment of being wasteful. It wasn't waste. It was confirmation of the kill.

He looked at the modifications he would have to wear to his armor. Clearly, people thought all clones were beefy guys. He began to put on one or two items, but he was weighed down so much just from them, he quickly threw them off.

"Even if I was stupid enough to actually do my so-called "job", I can't move in that damnable gear... Isn't that why the put heaters in LAATs, so we don't have to freeze our a** off playing soldier? Freeze, or be frozen. Boy, what choices they give," He mumbled, sitting down.

"Quit bitching. You're a soldier, not some Gamorrean's mother in law. Best wrap your head around that fact in a hurry unless you want it shot off even sooner." Copy grimly told him as he slid his helmit on and sealed it. he gave a seris of rapid eyeblinks and the faceplate HUD activated. as he checked his systems he became aware of the trooper next to him offering hm a cup of some warm liquid.
"No thanks trooper." he told him as he continued to check through his suit's computer systems. "Why don't you ask Theta. He looks like he could use something stiff."