A/N: Alright, this might be like kinda shit while I'm still figuring things out, but stick with me here, I'm learning

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: <<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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In a prison somewhere in the unknown regions near republic controlled space

23 BBY

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???: {"RECORDING SOFTWARE ONLINE, HELMET MIC AND CAMS ACTIVE"}

???: {"Damnit Phoenix, not so loud. You're in my head, I don't need you yelling in there"}

Phoenix: {"Apologies, I..."}

Bon Gad: Alright you filthy cons, we're landing.

???: "Ugly ass man spider..."

That's Bon Gad. Disgusting bastards in charge of our illegal army, the oh so perfect 444th. He's an ugly motherfucker too. Cyber modded Harch, does nothing to help anyone's arachnophobia, just can't tell if his mods make him look better or worse. Being perfectly honest, a little slicing and dicing of his bits and pieces would be fun, I won...

Phoenix: {"Don't do it (yet), wait till the war comes. Also, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"}

???: {"Oh yeah, I forgot about that, thanks for the reminder Nyx"}

Phoenix: {"You're welcome, but please get back on track"}

???: {"Yes ma'am"}

*Phoenix's avatar proceeds to face palm*

CST-3342: {"Right, so anyways I'm [REDACTED] [REDACTED], also known as ConScript Trooper 3342 and that guy who's to high to die. I'm here as a part of the 444th because of a couple of small crimes"}

Phoenix: {"Those weren't small and you know it"}

CST-3342: {"Fine, I'm here because I may or may not have committed a [REDACTED] or two, because I was involved with some [REDACTED], and because of my personal slug thrower was illegal because it "didn't follow the Republic's codes." How the hell was I supposed to know that those security dumbasses didn't know the first thing about slug throwers and thought that the safety was the option to switch to stun. Anyways, you can suck it now assholes, I've got access to bigger and better toys now all thanks to your tax dollars. Anyways, I've gotta go now, need to get acquainted with my squad and what not soon."}

<{Time Skip}>

CST-3342: 'Alright, so this is awkward'

I'm currently in my squads "barracks," which is a ferrocrete box with five bunkbeds in it and an empty crate that's both bolted and welded to the floor in the middle of the room, and it's all people I know or know of in one way or another. 

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CST-3342: "Aye, It's Scrappy!"

{"So first off there's Avril "Scrap Queen" Mead, or CST-1043. Lady can make anything fly if given enough time, and can get you hooked up with parts and munitions that you probably shouldn't have. Is it illegal? Yes. Are some of her personal designs for fighters ahead of their time? Also yes. Would I willingly test pilot one? Hell yeah I would, both because it's Scrap Queen, and because I owe her. She's one of the people who replaced part of my left arm when it got cut off by a blast door cutting it in half, and also half of the reason why my EX_CIDS doesn't kill me."}

CST-3342 and ???: *exchanging various greetings in tusken*

{"Next, there's Kkh'ukr, or CST-2021. He's a Tusken buddy that I made on a public shuttle from Tatooine to Coruscant, and , get this, he was my partner on a job there and we were sitting near each other in awkward silence for most of the time because my Tusken vocabulary at the time limited to one extremely terrible insult, and he was still figuring out how to speak basic. Ended up trading ideas and stuff for slug throwers on the way back to Tatooine to collect our payment, and I was introduced to the satisfaction of firing a slug throwing rifle at some Jawas too."}

Phoenix: {"Keep a close eye on your arm, the scammers here"}

{"Ah shit it's the scammer. Nik Fec, or CST-6131. Asshole extraordinaire. Fucker isn't even loyal to their tribe. Heard they got their ass into a shit load of debt for trying to scam both the Pykes and the Hutts, and then got their ass put in jail after they robbed a bank to pay the debt, which was paid, and the Hutts and the Pykes turned them in and split the damn bounty that the Republic put on him. Damn Jawa tried to scam my out of my damn arm as well. On another note, the mission to hunt their ass down was the one where Kkh'ukr and I met."}

CST-3342: {"Hey look Mr. Fuzzy Pants is here too"}

{"Noksird Trek, CST-2175. Or as a couple of the guards call him "Mr. Fuzzy Pants." Pisses him off so much, but it's funny as hell watching him try and rip their throats out. Guy's a Zygerrian, that was enslaved by Zygerrians, who then escaped and blew up part of a republic ship yard because he mistook some of them for Zygerrians. Met him on the ride here.

Next on this list is Stustigi, CST-7141, the Zabrak. Nice lady, scary as fuck when she's angry. Watched her stab a guy with one of her horns that had been partially broken off by said guy in a bar fight. Said bar fight stopped after she stabbed the guy to death and was arrested, but it was cool to watch."}

???: "How's the arm doing?"

CST-3342: "Arms doin' well, Nenla."

{"That's Nenla Gis, Arkanian, CST-1822, and the other person who helped replace my arm. Cybernetically enhanced, strong, has a reputation for kinda being the team mom for any team she's on, and is a certified badass. No, seriously, she actually has a certificate for being a badass. Supposedly it's from job where she was the team's combat medic, and she stomped a Neimoidian's head into a paste on the floor for throwing a grenade that almost killed the whole team, but I don't know all the details.

Guy on the bunk in the back left corner is Qyk Rash, CST-6378. Kaleesh, really fucking scary. Heard he's a master interrogator, but I don't know the guy."}

???: "Still alive, you [REDACTED] bastard?"

CST-3342: "You know it, yah Night witch bitch"

*The room is completely silent for a couple of second until the two burst out laughing while everyone else is just sitting there confused* 

"{"That was Linn Agos, CST-0312. Only Dathomirian you'll find in these parts. Capable of doing magic that has effects on things like how to [REDACTED] witchcraft make the best weapons. Hell of a shot with an energy bow, can disappear like she was never there when stealth is needed and one of my go to partners for jobs. Wonderful person as well."}

???: "Hello, my name is Michael J. Caboose, do you have cookies?"

CST-3342: "Uhh, sorry, but I don't have any right now."

CST-3342: {"And finally, we have Caboose, who is literally registered as CST-Cab00s3, because he somehow managed to convince Chancellor Palpatine himself, who I swear is a bad guy, not to release him or his friends, who he's on a team with, but to change his registration number to his name because he couldn't remember his CST number most of the time and to put him on a team with his friends and to give him back Freckles the confetti gun. Also, the only reason why he's bunking with us is because he's a special case due to his cell needing overflow.

But yeah, that's the grou..."}

Bon Gad(over radio): "Alright you damn dirty cons, get you asses ready for being taken to training and testing. It won't a bit. For me that is." *Proceeds to start mainically cackling*

CST-3342: {"Damn. Hey Nyx, can you end and save that recording with the rest of the logs and then start a new folder for testing and logs?"}

Phoenix: {"Can do, buckaroo"}

CST-3342: {"Thanks?"}'what the hell is a buckaroo?'

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