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Small Troopers We Truly Be
They come in all shapes and sizes, the clone troopers do. At least, now they do.
Some of them oh so very small, you cannot really spot them with the naked eye, unless you’re a great spy! Those mini minions of the Republic. These very small soldiers bred and born, fighting in the war to the very core.
They're really good that way, staying out of sight. As said, they’re totally invisible, well, almost, cause, you know, they’re so small, so the enemy cannot see them. But despite their very small size, they will get the job done, greatly so. And guess, having some fun while doing that, life never around them dull or slow!
There is nothing these mini troopers cannot do, while getting together in hoards. The good thing of being so small, is to grow to a big one in numbers though. They are there, always for the win, one large size trooper's skin as they're efforts as a group, a hive mind of sorts, does thrive.
As small as a word, does not mean much to these troopers, as if not even heard when being called that. Small. Size matters not, as a wise Jedi once had said. And for the mini troopers this is the exact motto, their marching order in a way. As even huge war machines, together these troopers will sway.
Going strong, never, ever alone. They work, they play, they are here to slay!
The Republic would never be the same without them. The lot of them coming together with their larger size counter parts, as they’re all the same. The small clones are as respected as any of the soldiers having come before them plenty.
Brotherhood, sisterhood, through and through. The small, the bigger, size is no issue, alas, being small, has certainly its benefits.
And so, as the war goes on, as do the small clones march on.
For the Republic, for victory, for themselves and their kindred. Their war rant rages on and on.