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Fordo, was a Captain, leading his own special ops team of clone troopers. Them taking on all those missions the regular troopers could only dream of.
And yet those Fordo had trained with back in the day looked down on him in some ways.
The Alphas. In name truly the top dogs of the clone troopers created.
Fordo pretended like he wasn’t fazed by it all though, the fact that his old mates teased him with the intent of hurting him with their words. Trying to rile Fordo up with their ill remarks.
But Fordo did care. Feeling the sting each time he had dealings with his old team, his so called friends. And they were that, friends despite it all. The five of them having remained good friends after all this time and guess the teasing too.
“Oh come on Fordes, you can’t be serious you’re simply content in herding a bunch of shinies through missions to some Force forsaken planets.” Decks, the oldest of Fordo’s cadet squad kept on bringing up the same old topic every time they had a get-together.
“There’s nothing wrong with the ops me and my squad are doing. On the contrary! We get to see places not many vod’e do.”
As Fordo certainly was getting a tad tired of defending his choices to his friends every single time.
“And my teammates are not shinies any more. They’re highly trained special ops soldiers, the lot of them.”
Fordo having given some training for his squad himself as well. But most importantly, Fordo having been in the position to choose the team members himself. And these troopers were the best of the best.
After all, being and Alpha had it’s perks. They all knew that!
“Fordo, Fordo, Fordo! If you only joined our gang…”
Bulls, one of them was always trying to recruit Fordo, perhaps more so than Decks did. As it was, Fordo’s friends having a tight knit team mentality even if they each had their own teams to command. But mostly they worked together still.
“You could have a taste of heaven for sure!”
Fordo rolled his eyes. This was the same old song and dance routine his friends pulled on him every first hour of their meet-up. Thankfully, they got passed it soon enough, the sales pitches among the burns for Fordo’s choices. Fordo finding himself on the defence side of things.
True, the rest of the Alpha’s had their pick of the litter and other perks Fordo did not enjoy currently. But they were not that much better compared to Fordo’s autonomy over his missions and team.
And yet here he was, always ended up explaining himself and his professional, guess life choices to the rest of them. Why he even bothered was beyond Fordo.
But, after thinking for a spell as to how to get the others of his back for once and for all, well…
“Yeah? Well what if I took on your offer? What then? To show me your heaven boys?”
Fordo wasn’t about to change things, his life, his team. But it did not hurt to keep his options open either, right? Even for a few rotations, a short mission with the boys could prove something for them, but perhaps for Fordo as well?
“You serious Fordes?”
“Well, couldn’t harm to test the waters. To prove me wrong, right?”
They all stared at Fordo, exited true but with some disbelief in their eyes.
And yet, the offer was there. On the table.
*
“Karking Shitspits of a Hellspell!”
Fordo was spewing out cuss words as fast than blaster fire.
Lying there as he was, on his back, wounded, hurting like hell.
“Yeah, real sorry ‘bout that Frodes.”
His temp team, the Alphas certainly having shown Fordo something, that much was true!
But it certainly wasn’t heaven! Far from it. The mission having gone awry so fast… and so here Fordo was, lying helpless with a broken leg and major bleeding wound on his side.
“Well, guess this proved something at least.” Fordo wasn’t too mad, only hurting like hell.
“Wot?”
“That your missions aren’t better than mine are.”
“Yeah well, guess there was a slight over sell for that one, heh.” Bulls sounded a tad embarrassed.
“A slight?!“ Fordo’s pitch raised an octave or few.
“Yeah, well, not all missions are as great as that.” Decks had to admit as much.
“So, guess you won’t be joining us any time soon then?” Bulls dared to ask Fordo.
“Yeah, no. Not gonna happen.”
His friends were trying to cheer Fordo up though.
The lot of them having pretty much grown together and they were still good friends, family even, despite everything. Even a bad mission and a broken leg.
“Well, at least we can keep ya company while you, um, recuperate Fordes.”
Yeah, Fordo was being pampered alright. His friends truly feeling very badly about the whole ordeal. And guess it would take some time before Fordo would rethink joining them. If at all.