Star Wars: Rebels of the Stars (COMPLETED/BEING EDITED)

Chapter 5: Swoth

"There it is. Swoth." My master pointed out of the window, which I immediately pressed my face to.

Swoth was a jungle planet, with an ocean only covering a quarter of the planet in what seemed like very large lakes.  The one moon, Resard, was along the dark side. The long 31 hour rotational period covered 15 and a half hours of day and 15 and half of night.

The bright sun, Folas, of the Duria system was far enough away from it, to allow all the plant life, and other life to thrive, as well as to their sister planet, the desert planet of Wathcoct.

We landed on a landing bay in the mountains, and the 16 clone troopers we brought along were already being to set up camp, as I ran out to the platform, clinging to a safety rail as I stared down below to the forests.

"So much green..." I whispered in awe.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" A clone trooper walked up behind me, and leaned against the post. "CT-483-23. " He held out his hand. "You can call me Two-Three."

"I'm Mira." I took it and shook it.

"Mi, a little help?!" Monjarby shouted, and I turned to look my master to see him hopelessly tangled in the bedding he brought.

I giggled and ran over, getting him free after a few minutes. "It's so green here master."

"And full of life. Watch out for the carnivorous plants."

"THERE'S PLANTS THAT EAT US?!?! PLANTS?!" I shouted shocked.

All the troops laughed, as for my master. I flustered embarrassed.

"You would've known that if you listened to the report silly. " He scooped me up into his arms. "Why don't we introduce you to the guys?"

I silently nodded.

"Guys! Line up!" He shouted. Monjarby wasn't one for calling them soldiers or clones. They were all friends. "Mira, introduce yourself." He smiled softly at me.

The 16 clones scrambled into a sloppy line. All they knew that Monjarby expected five things:

Listen to him.
Don't be all sir and stuff.
Stay alive.
When other Jedis are around the second rule is invalid.
And don't be afraid to be unique.

"I'm.... I'm Mira. Master Monjarby's padawan." I spoke loud enough that only they could hear.

"Go ahead and say your names." Monjarby nodded.

" Jewel." The first one in line said, a little gem in his helmet, and a scar running threw a bad eye which had been replaced with a jewel.

"Zhaf." The second grinned and held out his hand. His armor had a large Z on the right side of his chest.

"Bal." He nodded, holding a machine gun.

"What does Bal stand for?" I whispered to my master.

"Battle Action Leader. Long story." He whispered back.

"Wivern." Wivern held out his hand in a polite gesture to shake it. I shook it. He had little wings on his temples.

"2-3." He smiled at me softly. His 2-3 tattoo was the same as on his helmet.       

"Wurth and Andros." The two looked exactly the same, but mirrored. One had green paint on one side, the other had it on the other side.

"Terek." He nodded. He had several scars along his face, and had dyed his hair blonde.

"Llic." He handed over a flower he picked up. He had a few streaks of green tattoos on his cheeks.

I took it and held it, smiling softly.

"Paint." Paint had elaborately decorated armor, several colors streaked everywhere in elaborate designs. He was a camouflage master.

"Bolt." He had a lightning bolt on his back. He also had rocket boots and a jet pack.

"Arm." Arm was sporting a homemade prospectic arm. He had a metal arm covered by his armor.

"Green Thumb." Thumb had a tattooed leaf on his shoulder, and a vine trailing up his left arm.

"CT-6931-09."

"Just say your name." Monjarby chuckled.

"109." 109 was unmarked entirely.

"CT- 1414-41, or 141."  141 had 1 and 4 all over his armor, being groups of tally marks.

"CT- 7101-01. Binary." Binary was the last one in the line. He had binary written on his arm.

"Well, that's all 16 of them. The whole 43rd Air Attack Command Quadrant." Monjarby chuckled.

The men's armor was marked with green and black with a slight dash of yellow.

"Hey Master?" I asked.

"Yes Mi?"

"What's that incoming ship?" I pointed into the sky to have the others see an incoming Republic drop ship.

"I didn't ask for more troops." Monjarby looked confused as he put me down and walked over to the ship as it landed.

Four commando clones came out. The leader took off his helmet, and the others followed the suit.

"Ion Team, General Monjarby. Attached to the 22nd. We came to help." The commander held out his hand. "Captain Climber."

Monjarby shook it. "Good to see some volunteers, and please. Drop the formalities. Isn't the 22nd on leave?"

"Yes, but we believed we should be helping the best we could." Climber explained.

"Well, will you introduce your team Climber?"

"Sure." Climber nodded. I noticed he had a lithium ion with four electrons on his armor and forehead, and that all their armor had one long orange and one long black stripe running from top of helmet to the end of their belt. Climber also had a red one.

"Trace. Small arms expert." Trace had a  cartoon treasure map etched into his helmet and forehead.

"Ras." Ras had a small outline of a crown on the side of his forehead, and was unmarked otherwise.

"And Wen, our munitions expert." Wen was covered in scars along his face, and had a tattooed star with bullet holes on his right side of his forehead and on his armor, along with a star shaped scar next to it.

"Well, welcome aboard." Monjarby smiled.

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AN: The ion team and its members (except for Wen) can be found in Star Wars: Dark Lord by James Luceno. If anyone knows how to contact him, please message me! And Wen is mine. When you read the book, Climber, Ras, and Trace are named, but there is a fourth unnamed member, hence, Wen!
Thanks and enjoy the book!