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Choyel vs The Clone Killer CT 8884, AKA "Axe", walked his patrol with three others around the perimeter of Jedha city.  The planet had been ravaged in the early first year of the war, and the Clone troopers were constantly sweeping the territories of stray droids left behind when the CIS occupational forces were driven out. But there was one lingering problem that caused the GAR high command to always be on alert.  Axe was about to face that problem the hard way. A noise distracted the squad, and before they could react, a blast of light flashed.  Axe fell dead before anyone knew what had happened.  It was the same as every attack.  "The C

Wary sat on a short rock fence not far from his brothers who waited for him ready to leave. He felt something in his boots and before it could drive him crazy he had to get it out. Ah there it was, a tiny but sharp gravel ready to torture his feet all day long... As he got rid of the little intruder and put his boots back on he heard a faint voice from his right. "H-hello." Looking up he glanced a little girl standing beside him. She was short and scrawny, wearing a funny shirt with a creature's drawing on it, her flaming red hair cut in a cute style. Her face showed clearly that she was embarrassed as her green eyes glistened uncertainly.

 The light from the study filtered out to fill the rest of the house as Hymeria pushed open the door and peeked inside to see what her master was doing up at so late an hour. The aged elf was bent over his desk and gazing at and manipulating something that Hymeria could not make out from the door as he scribbled something in one of his numerous notebooks with his free hand. Swallowing, Hymeria looked around at her master's study curiously. It was filled with endless scrolls, tomes and notebooks and smelt of smoked wood and old paper. She often tried to sneak in when her master wasn't in it to explore the vast array of knowledge hidden within

 The burnt and bombed cityscape was still alight with the fires of the Covenant attack as the ODST troops moved through the destruction. The sounds of combat were long since silent and the troopers' weapon mounted lights swept over the ruins in a sweeping search pattern as they entered a large roundabout bracketed on all sides by high rise apartments. “I don't like this.” Morales muttered under her breath over their helmet comms. “We're too exposed.” “You don't have to like it.” Lieutenant Thiebald responded. “This is the last signal position and we're here to retrieve the package. Now fan out, hope