I'm back, yarders, after months of waiting, a new story idea has come to me! Without any further ado, here is the first part of , "Onyx Squad"!
Captain Stark, once formerly an honorable Republic commando, now one of the few clones still serving the Empire. He used to be kind, only killing when it was needed. All that was knocked out of him after three months as an Imperial commando. The armor reminded him to much of the past, but he still wore is. The red paint on the armor represented death. Death to any who would resist the might of the Empire. He commanded a squad of commandos just like he did during the times of the Republic. His former comrades in Gamma squad had resigned from service, they were physically and emotionally wounded by Nagi Springfield. Their wounds were to great, so they left him without a squad to command. Stark did, however, love watching the new recruits train. Whenever he appeared to supervise them, they would salute him like he was a general. He liked that.
Stark was the MVP in the game of war. Any mission he partook in, it succeeded. His squad, Onyx Squad, was the best commando group in the entire Empire. Stark knew this was true because of the hard work of his squadmates. His second-in-command Lieutenant Riley Birch was, is, and will always be the best demolitions expert in the history of the commandos. Ask him to storm a Rebel base and set charges by himself, he'd come back with the base a smoldering ruin in 5 minutes flat. Corporal Daniel Lockhart is one of the most accurate snipers in the galaxy. Give him a laser carbine and a target at 1000 yards, it's gone. Private Julianne Smith, one of the few female soldiers in the Empire, is the squad's medic. Usually half of the mission's success goes to Julianne's treating of injuries. Last, but certainly not least is Nathan Thornburg. As the squad's technician and engineer, he can hack a supercomputer in 2 minutes and hotwire a ship to use as a get away during operations on a Rebel cruiser. Now that you know about Onyx Squad, let's see how their next mission goes.
"Onyx Squad. Good to see you back in combat again," General Terra said over the holo projector. He saluted them, and Stark was the only one saluting, his prosthetic arm raised to his forehead. "Now, your objective is to do a little reconnaissance on a small rebel outpost on the planet of Ord Mantell. After you recon the base, return to the drop site immediately. A shuttle will be there to pick you up and the 501st will handle the rest. Good luck." Said Terra after he briefed them.
"Bloody 501st. They get all the glory just because they're in Vader's legion." Lieutenant Birch said with disgust.
"You must learn to respect your allies, or someday they may not be there when you need them the most." Corporal Lockhart said, polishing his sniper rifle.
"Thank you for enlightening us, philosopher," Private Thornburg said while chuckling.
"Are we expecting much resistance?" Private Smith asked.
"I wouldn't worry about it. We're going to destroy the base anyways. Birch is right, those buggers in the 501st get all the glory." Stark said.
"But, that goes against our orders, Captain," Private Thornburg said.
"I know that," Stark said hile pounding his prosthetic fist against the gunship doors, "I just want to prove us five can do what an entire battalion can do."
The doors of the gunship hissed open. "Onyx Squad," Stark said while putting on his helmet, "move out!"
