Your POV 

I sat alone on a crate, checking over my assigned weapon. A Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon. It, and the few mags of ammo in my belt, were my only way to fight. And because of that, I checked it over again and again. 

I heard the whispers of the Kaminoans on the rail overhead, looking over the hanger where other clones were waiting with me. "Are you sure about this? None are full squads." One said. "That's why they're a full company." The other explained. 

It was true, none of the troopers here were a part of a full squad. My squad were defective, and were sent to either death, or cleaning duties. Though I'm not sure about the 143 other trooper's squads. What I WAS sure of, was that we're all apart of the same company. 

The 115th Infantry Company. 

I was told that we're gonna be sent to a small fleet. I admit, I'll miss the ever white halls of these facilities, but it's life. I wasn't gonna stay here forever. I checked the kyber cells on my shoulder one last time as three LAAT's entered the hanger. 

"115th Infantry Company, your LAAT transports have arrived. May you serve the Republic and your Jedi General Well." One of the Kaminoans from above announced. I thought it weird that they didn't take any cargo with us, but then again, they might have already taken it. 

I watched through the slits in the LAAT side doors as the facility got ever so farther away, before being replaced by the grey of another hanger. The transports landed, allowing us out. I held the handle of my blaster in one hand as I stretched my back. 

Some pops resounded as I cracked my neck next. "Didn't stretch before leaving?" A brother with only a satchel to compliment his standard armor, along with a DC-15S Blaster Carbine. "Nope. Forgot." I answered. The trooper hummed as another clone with a naval uniform on stood on a crate. 

"Alright! If you're in the 115th! Follow me to your barracks! And welcome to the Kasha!" He announced as he hopped off the crate. "Best we follow. Number's CT-3742." He introduced himself as we followed the others. "CT-3977." I said. 

"Nice to meet you seventy seven." 3742 greeted as we walked to our barracks. The barracks room had rows of double beds, a line of lockers on one of the walls, some chairs and tables, and a door obviously leading to a mass refresher room. 

"Chairs and tables? Thought we weren't gonna have those." I said. "But we do. It's best we make use of it." 3742 said as he chose a bunk. I chose one as well, the one directly above him. All I had to do was put my weapon on the bed. 

Suddenly, a objective popped up on my helmet. "Wait for the fleet to reach the battle." I said aloud. 3742 shrugged. "Everyone! Get over here so we can establish some sort of squad leadership!" A clone wearing the red accents of a captain on his armor announced. 

"Not bad of an idea." I said. 

And like that, we spent the rest of our trip doing who leads who and stuff like that. The captain even introduced himself, CT-3333. Me and 3742 decided to just stick together. 

I spent some of the trip wondering what our first battle would be like. I've heard stories from the injured returning to Kamino, and none were pretty. 

Guess I'll just have to wait and see. 

(592 Words. I just decided to end it here instead of having a long, drawn out, empty chapter.)