Trooper

Oppression

Corellia: 14 BBY
"Oppressor"
Jess

    "Hey, get up!" Jess swatted the hand away, groaning. He blinked his eyes open. Dak raised his eyebrows, throwing on his helmet. "Suit yourself. You can explain to the commander why you aren't there when we land."

    "I'm coming." Jess leaped off his bunk and quickly threw on his armor. He grabbed his helmet and blaster last, following Dak into the hallway.

    "Have the dream again?" They skirted towards the edge of the hallway as a few officers marched past.

    "Yeah." It had been almost five years since the Clone Wars had ended. Jess still found himself looking around for the familiar faces of his brothers, even though he knew he wouldn't see them. They had all been killed on planetary invasions, or decommissioned as the Empire trained new recruits.

    He knew he had only lasted this long because of the lack of alterations he had, as well as his skills. As the need for clones had increased towards the end of the war, the Kaminoans had cut corners.

   As such, Jess had received less mental tampering and accelerated aging than most of his brothers. His commando training had also been cut short, leaving him with skills more advanced than the average trooper, but not enough to gain the full status he'd been created for.

    "Hey, Dak to Jess. Wake up, please." Dak smacked a hand on the side of Jess's helmet, drawing him out of his memories.

    "Sorry, what were you saying?" Jess shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

    "I said that this should be a fun trip. The Corellians have been acting up so we're supposed to start enforcing the curfew and mandatory raids," Dak repeated.

    Jess groaned. "We do the same thing everytime there's issues on Corellia. It doesn't solve anything. It just makes them afraid of us, or angry."

    "Yeah, that's the point?"

    Jess didn't bother with a reply as they reached a lift. They were joined by a few more troopers, heading down to the main hangar. The lift slid open after a few minutes. Already, the troop transports were being filled.

    "I'll see you down there." Dak clapped a hand on his shoulder briefly, before heading towards his assigned transport. Jess watched him for a moment, then boarded his.

    "TK-9976, nice of you to finally join us." Jess stiffened as his commander blocked his path. "I don't have to remind you what will happen if you stall again today, do I?"

    "No, Sir. It was a weapon's malfunction last time. It's sorted out now," Jess replied. He was grateful for his helmet. The look he gave the commander was sure to put him in processing.

    "Sure it was. Get in there." The commander stepped aside. Jess took his place beside a few of the other troopers. After a few moments, the boarding ramp sealed. The ship rocked as they took off. Static crackled through his comm, occasionally clearing into individual voices.

    Commander was pushing his way back through the troops. He paused occasionally, handing out assignments. At last, he reached Jess. "You're going to join the raid squad," Commander said.

    "Yes, Sir."

    The commander nodded, heading towards the next trooper. Jess gritted his teeth. What is the point of all this? It doesn't do anything! He drew himself out of his thoughts as the ship jolted again. They touched down on the planet surface within minutes. The boarding ramp opened with a whoosh of steam as the life support system purged itself.