[ EU ] You 're a clone scout trooper acting as a sniper . Your target holds a device that will release a deadly neuro-toxin on the galaxy . However , the target is idealistic child . Describe , what goes through your head as you wrestle with pulling the trigger .

CC-371 was always a peculiar clone. Never a minute late on the field. Never nervous under the visor. Never questioned orders. You see, the Kamino operators always expected their accomplishments to have his moments of doubts and rebellion. That's what training was for. 
 
 `` Target acquired. Awaiting signal.'' 
 
 `` Roger, soldier. Remain on standby until further notice.'' 
 
 Coruscant was particularly hot in the poorer districts below the shops and Imperial Palace. Clones kept up their patrols down the planet, though not in the numerous swarms that guarded the senators and diplomats. On this night, CC-371 was perched up in some rooftop, staring down at his scope. His crosshairs were fixed upon the head of a little girl, tossing a little cube around in the air. 
 
 This small cube, however, was in fact very, very dangerous. Though neither she nor the bystanders wandering the little vendor stands noticed, it held a certain set of codes. This little string of numbers was the linked to some obscure planet under CIS control. A recipe for a rather deadly poisonous chemical. Able to become airborne or waterborne, the concoction was a modified stimulant that held its origins in the era of the Old Republic, of war between Republic and Empire. Upon consumption, it would drive the subject into a fit unimaginable rage, modifying his or her strength. 
 
 One incident saw an isolated city on Tatooine buried under sand dunes. Recovered Tusken corpses revealed mutilated insides and infected circulatory organs with little point of focus. The townsfolk were all but missing. The Republic and Confederacy were both under agreement to keep this incident under wraps, for fear of independent parties discovering such an event.That was the single recorded observation when it was tested on a pack of wamprats. 
 
 CC-371 pulled his head away from his rifle, stretching his neck. He quickly resumed to his task, diligent as ever, now focusing out his scope to get a better view of the full scene. 
 
 The girl down below, supposedly Human, had set the little cube down on a bench and had wandered off with her friends. Five minutes passed as the clone watched the girl run off to get some blue milk treat from a little salesman on the streets. To the war-ragged clone, it was a strangely mundane sight. Strange in that he felt it odd that some citizen could be so calm and carefree during wartime. Mundane in the sense that he had not moved from his spot in the last four hours. 
 
 If this were any other clone sniper, then they'd have waited another hour before they had gotten the call to shoot. Then, standard procedure would ensue to clean up the mess down below and retrieve the device. Unfortunately for the Republic Army, this was the one day where CC-371 had his little act of rebellion. 
 
 Hungry from handing his share of rations over to some crippled soldier about to be shipped off to space-knows-where, he decided to head down to look for something to eat, his sniper slung over his back. He kept his communicator in his hand as he scaled down the building, taking careful measure to avoid being seen. His helmet stayed on the rooftop, as he was aware of just how much he would stand out looking like a Republic trooper down below. 
 
 As he walked up to a little vendor selling `` Alderaan stew,'' he heard a quiet yell coming from the alleyways between the massive buildings of the city. CC swallowed the soup with a long gulp and ran off towards the source of that shriek. His foot ended up stuck as he came across a narrow crevice in the walls. The boot covering it went flying as he pulled himself away from it. 
 
 The clone saw that same little girl from before, his target. She was shrieking at a large, burly Rodian boy, who was holding the cube in his hands. Joining his side was an equally large Twi'lek... girl? Girl. As well as a Hutt. If you had expected us to know whether or not Hutts even have genders, then you'd be sorely mistaken. 
 
 `` Give it back, Felix!'' 
 
 `` Nah.'' 
 
 `` Give it, please!'' 
 
 `` Nope.'' 
 
 `` Why not?'' 
 
 `` No.'' 
 
 `` Come on!'' 
 
 `` Not happening.'' 
 
 To CC, it was perhaps the most illogically bizarre exchange he'd ever heard in his life. That is, besides the discussion regarding Holonet'prawnography' he had overheard between his colleagues. Seeing the boy's thick fingers run over the cube, the clone's trained instincts kicked in and he pounced at the boy. The girl's eyes grew wide as she saw the white-armored soldier slam into the Rodian, knocking the wind out of the alien's lungs. 
 
 The cube fell to the ground as the alien gang ran away, hot tears running down their face. The little girl swooped in and gathered the cube in her hand, ready to run off through the alleyways. The clone, seeing the girl break into a run, blocked off her exit. Her brown eyes staring up at the soldier, she started mumbling. 
 
 `` Umm... Hello?'' 
 
 ``... Thank you for giving me my toy back, sir?'' 
 
 `` You're welcome... citizen.'' 
 
 `` Why'd you tackle my friend?'' 
 
 The thought of the four children being friends did n't cross CC's mind. He had assumed that they were a bunch of ruffians scouring the streets like any other day of the month. 
 
 `` He was hurting your toy.'' 
 
 `` How can you hurt a toy?'' 
 
 `` You could break it.'' 
 
 `` Break... a building block?'' 
 
 `` Break a building block, yes.'' 
 
 The girl looked at the soldier's sides, trying to spot someone she recognized in the crowd. There was n't anyone. She was trapped at the mercy of some deranged soldier who had just nearly beaten a child for a toy building back. At least, that's how it seemed in her eyes. 
 
 `` What's your name, sir?'' 
 
 `` My name?'' The soldier stood in silence. He had never given the idea of a name any thought before. He had always been CC-371 to anyone who had asked. `` It's CC-371, Republic Soldier of the 29th Elite Corp.'' 
 
 `` That's a name?'' 
 
 `` That's what my superiors call me.'' 
 
 `` Your superiors seem awfully boring. What do your friends call you?'' The girl asked, taking a seat cross-legged on the ground. She assumed that this was going to take a while, as most police interrogations down in Coruscant would. 
 
 `` 371.'' 
 
 `` CC sounds like a nicer name. You should use that instead.'' 
 
 `` CC is n't a name, that's an... identification code.'' 
 
 `` So, like a name.'' The girl rolled her eyes, starting to play around with the cube again. It rolled between her fingers and spun and twirled as she tossed it in the air. 
 
 The clone, spotting this, moved to grab the cube from the girl's hand, though she clung tight onto it and pulled it away. 
 
 `` What's your name?'' asked CC. 
 
 `` Shaddaa. After that pretty moon.'' 
 
 
 ( To be continued tomorrow. I need to sleep. Also read more on the lore. Someone correct me if I did something wrong here. ) 
 

