Your POV 

"You have suffered." A voice rings out as a device hooked onto my head causes me to cry out, many needles penetrated my body soon afterwards and injected a black substance. 

"Like those who rescued you." The voice said as a clone commando carried me onto a LAAT, another commando pulled a dead one onto another LAAT. 

"You were turned away because they could'nt see what you could do." I walked out of the council room. Eyes stared at my back as I tossed away a datapad. 

"You proved yourself capable of still fighting." I raised my blaster into the air, clone troopers with red highlights cheering as a mass of gang members lied dead around us. 

"And so, you were offerred a chance to become something more than a vigilante. A Commando." I fired at a holographic drarwf spider droid with the anti armor attachment of a DC-17m. I ducked behind cover as it fired back. 

"You got the implants and training, then, joined Warlord Squad. Your rescuors." I stood with my squadmates around a holographic table, a mission briefing going on. 

"You fought alongside them for many missions." I threw a thermal detnator into a group of B1 battle droids, Faun shooting a commando droid who jumped above me. Whip suplexed a B2 beside us somehow. A vulture droid locked onto us, but was sent out of control when Shadow sent a round into it's engine. 

"That just leaves me with one question." 

"Are you ready for the next mission?" The voice asked.