Normal speech: "Hello there..."

Loud speech: "WATCH THOSE WRIST ROCKETS"

Angy spech: "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE, YOU DAMN CON?"

Internal comms(Between CST-3342 and Phoenix and for the "recordings"): {"You ever wonder why we're here?"} {"No, because I know that you're here for war crimes and I'm just along for the ride"}

External comms, long range: <<Strider 1, Fox 2>>

Whispering, quietly complaining, grumbling: "grumble, grumble, grumbldy grumble"

Thoughts: 'So if one smol boi in yellow ship added to a trade federation donut ship and a shit load of battle droids is equal to one smol boi in a yellow ship, not donut ship, and no battle droids, what the fuck were the rest of the pilots doing? Also, what the hell did Naboo do with those droids?'

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Hyperspace

22 BBY

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Phoenix: {"Recording software online, helmet mic and cams active"}

CST-3342: {"Thanks Nyx."}

Alright, so the 444th is being sent into combat, and we're inbound to an undisclosed location, but were going to be putting boots on the ground soon-ish.

After the initial round of training, the group got a bit separated, but we still mostly work as a group when possible. Command did put a buddy system in place, so that's nice, but they're waiting until after the fight to solidify things. Qyk and Noksird got moved to another squad, but that's it in terms of more permanent changes. Nenla got moved to be a field medic, but she's still on the team. Scrap Queen got moved to engineering, no big surprise. She still fights, but she's modded her armor so that it's lighter and she's got a shield generator in a backpack that didn't officially make it to production because the higher ups don't trust her to work her magic.

But the key word is officially.

She's been working on making some more to give to the battalion's medics, with Nenla helping her out with it, because even though we're all scum here, we have a code. 

We get locked up together, we live together, we fight together, we die together.

Everyone who knows about the 444th knows that the chances of our survival is slim at best, so we do our best to not kill each other, so we cover our people till the end. Fuck the Republic, fuck the enemy, we ain't doin' this for them. We fight for each other. We fight for our homes, for our families, for our friends. You insult one of us, we ignore you. You hit one of us, we hit back. You even think about attack our homes or hurting our friends, families, and loved ones, we don't just kill you. We kill your mind, your body, your soul. Depending on the severity of the action, we'll tear down everything you hold dear and make you watch as it burns down around you.

One advantage of not being expected to survive and working with and even developing experimental weapons is that you have to build your own blaster of find someone to do it for you. But they don't ever look at what we make with the parts and materials that we have unless we're submitting an experimental design.

Which is the situation with my weapons, which got to the point where they were taken into consideration and live testing was done, but they didn't get further than that because of shit like plasma being "too dangerous," the recoil suppression and firing system being "too complicated," "why the hell would you ever need a 'droid' to help with a sniper," and giving that heavy of a rifle to the masses is "too dangerous" for the NT-242-a2 prototype that I made and tested with Linn, Avril, Kkh'ukr, and, surprisingly, Nik. Little bastard has stopped trying to scam anyone in the 444th out of anything(except for the oh so high and mighty higherup, cause fuck 'em), but is the guy to go to when you need a hard to find part or resource.

A similar situation also came up with the MA15L prototypes that we made. Review team once again said it was "too dangerous" and "too complicated," but this time we also got the feed back of "you don't need a rifle that can easily fit in a cockpit," which is bullshit, "a bayonet is obsolete if you can aim," and finally "why the fuck did you idiots put an electric chainsaw on the end of this hunk of junk?" But I still use the only NT-242-a2 prototype that we ever made, due to Nyx being the only one who can operate the recoil suppressors and cooling systems to maximum efficiency without breaking, and the whole squad uses, or at least can use, the MA15Ls, because being able to use the one of the five MA15Ls is kind of like an elite members only club, because we also integrated a locking system into then so that A) the enemy can't use it, and B) members only club.

Another part of our little member's only club is our armor coloration, nice gray-green base, the two green stripes, and the orange accents that are some where on our armor, and the scrap metal that we bolt onto our gear. Get called "The Scrappers" for that one, but it's a cool name.

CST-3342: {"Alright, Nyx, can you pause recording, it's briefing time"}

Nyx: {"Can do, my friend."}

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The blades and outer assembly of the MA15L's bayonet are coated in a layer of phrik to improve performance and durability and to make the whole weapon lighter. Just don't ask Nik where he got it.

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Space above Geonosis

22 BBY

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{Recording resumed}

Bon Gad: "Alright cons, here's the deal. The Confederacy on Independent Systems, or CIS, has split from the Republic, has taken a VIP, and plans to execute said VIP. Your jobs are to start the process of softening up the enemy for the main force by sabotaging and openly attacking targets and by crating a diversion to delay the execution. Once that's complete, meet up with the main force and continue the assault. Due to the focus of this mission, you'll be using drop pods instead of dropships. With the exceptions of CSTs 0312 and 3342, you are all dismissed. Get to your pods, you're dropping in 15."

CST-3342: "You wanted to speak with us?"

Bon Gad: "Do it correctly, 3342."

CST-3342: "You wanted to speak with us, sir?"

Bon Gad: "Much better. Now that you're back in line, you two will have a different objective, and you two will be partners for the rest of the war if, if you last longer than five minutes. You'll be dropping outside of an arena. Your primary objective is to identify any HVTs and eliminate them if possible. You have the secondary objective of finding and releasing the VIP. If you come into contact with the VIP or any other Republic force that has the same or similar goals, you follow their orders, but the elimination of HVTs takes priority. Go show those bugs what you cut throat cons can do."

CST-3342 and CST-0312: "Yes sir..."

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A Drop pod can carry up to four soldiers, with the doors having the option of being opened slowly, being releasing to be kicked out, or to be blown away from the pod by a directional charge

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Geonosis, 30 seconds till impact

22 BBY

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CST-3342: Linn, Nyx, you two ready?

CST-0312(Linn): you, know it, yah [REDACTED] bastard

Phoenix: "All systems green. Impact in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... we're down, give 'em hell."

As we exited the pod, we saw our destination and climbed up the outer walls, making sure to watch out for any patrols. When we reached the top, we realized that the the VIP was in the process of being brought out for execution.

CST-3342: "Think the guys on the balcony with the angry grandpa and the Mandalorian are the guys were looking for?"

Linn: "Probably, but we should wait and confirm that they aren't just decoys."

CST-3342: "Alright, but we should still be ready to take them out."

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The saw on Nenla's MA15L has been customized with a larger number of smaller blades that have an integrated heating system so that she can quickly and effectively preform battle field amputation.

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Phoenix: "There are two more VIPs in transit. Comm chatter indicates that the VIPs will be executed as soon as possible."

CST-3342: "Seriously? Linn, you ready?"

Linn: "Ready as I'll ever be." 

While Linn and I were waiting for the execution to start, we preformed last minute checks on their current weapons, with Linn checking her daggers and taking out her energy bow and myself making sure my weapons were loaded and then lined up the sights of my NT-242-a2 on the Mandalorian.

Being perfectly honest, the Geonosian method of execution is really entertaining when the animals can't even do what the handlers want them to. But the bugs just sent in destroyer droids, so we had to decide on the primary or secondary objective, until...

CST-3342: "Hold up, is that a fucking Jedi?"

Yep. Jedi was holding a lightsaber to Mr. Mando's neck, and a lot more were just popping up out of the crowd.

Linn: "So, what now?"

CST-3342: "I guess we wait?... Ah, fuck it, let's go."

CST-3342: 'Hmm... Leroy Jenk... actually wait, that's not my name. I've got an even better idea'

CST-3342: "FEET FIRST INTO HELL"

I switched back to my MA15L and we jumped off the side and onto the pillar.

I don't think anyone expected a Nightsister and a [REDACTED] in Mandalorianesque armor that had scrap metal bolted onto it to jump from the roof onto a pillar to start shooting at the bugs and battle droids.

And then the pillar got hit. So whoptie-fuckin'-doo. We're on the ground, situation is crappy. Guess it's time, for us to fight scrappy.

Phoenix(to Linn and CST-3342): {"Command changed the orders. Orders are to now follow the Jedi's orders and to survive."}

Linn: {"Got it Nyx.} Guess the saw's being field tested"

CST-3342: "You know it"

So while Linn is shooting through a couple of B1s at a time with her bow, I'm starting the saw. Once its turned on and ready to go, I start cackling like a mad man because...

CST-3342: "Phoenix give me a boost... It's showtime."

I'm pretty sure my rampage freaked out both the bugs and the Jedi, because I was given a wide radius by everyone except for Linn and the battle droids. First droids went down to the blaster, but then Linn and I decided to get up close and personal. The MA15L is an absolute success, with the saw cutting through the droids easily, the blaster hitting harder than the DC-15A that we took the base firing from, and the lighter material on the front end balancing it out.

Linn: "Nyx, when's the main force arriving?"

Phoenix: "Right about... now, get back to the Jedi."

CST-3342: "Copy that."

As we were getting back to the middle, I noticed a that a sniper was aiming at one of the Jedi. So I did the sensible thing, and took the shot to the chest after slamming into the Jedi. The last thing I heard was said Jedi screaming about the dead body that was on top of them and Linn sighing and preparing for the incoming dumb fuckery. Time to once again fuck with Death.

And the I felt it. 

The heat... 

The rush... 

The adrenaline... 

The cocktail of drugs flowing through my veins...

And then I heard it...

<<PHOENIX PROTOCOL ONLINE>>

<<Rise from the ashes Scrapper...>>

 <<We have a system to burn>>

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Customization is possible on all MA15Ls, due to thing like the under barrel attachments being interchangeable, since it never reached production and there's only one model, so extra work was put into making it versatile.

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On a gunship in 'Nam... 

A/N: wait wrong place *Proceeds to scribble out "in 'Nam" with a sharpie and write "over Geonosis"* There we go, that's all better now, take 2, action.

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On a gunship over Geonosis

22 BBY

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???: "Who the hell was that, this is supposed to be a restricted channel?"

???2: "Yeah, and what the fuck is a scrapper?"

???3: "Hey guys, is the body that the scary lady's next to supposed to be moving?"

???2: "The body's dead, why do you ask?"

???3: "Because I just saw it move."

???: "That's a load of bantha fodder, he's obviously dead."

CST-3342: "Actually, I'm not."

I look around to see a three guys in a cleaner and more refined version of the armor that we tested in the 444th standing near a door way that probably led to the cockpit

Linn: "Good to see you up dumbass, what took you so long?"

CST-3342: "Nyx, how long did it take?"

Phoenix: "It took a minute less than last time."

CST-3342: "See, faster than last time. Who are those guys?"

???: "'Those guys' are soldiers of the Republic, now where did you get that armor?"

CST-3342: "So y'all are the guys that the 444th were testing gear for. Man I hated the some of those tests. So, what're your names, soldiers?"

???: "I'm CT-6534, and the two guys next to me are my brothers CT-7062 and CT-5056"

CST-3342: "Well if we're introducing our selves like that, I'm CST-3342, also known as the guy who's to high to die."

CT-5056: "What's a CST?"

CST-3342: "Don't worry about it, now let's get back in the fight."

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A/N: Alright so part one of Geonosis is done, first time writing actual dialogue and attempting a fight scene. So, if you could give me some constructive feed back that would be great.

Anyways, have an abso-fucking-lutely wonderful rest of your day.