WotH-2 Chpt 16

==War on the Horizon - Chapter 16 / Book 2==
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===Practice with Grenades===
Date: 05.12.7956 CRC (Coruscant Reckoning Calendar)Location: Kamino, Hidden system
Inside of a base sitting on top of the massive ocean world that was Kamino was a room. This room was full of sand, trees, and other things to simulate an attempt to claim a beach. It was there, in this room, that a battle was being undertaken.
 
CC-20783 reacted to noise, turning and firing his blaster at the training droid that had moved out of cover.
 
"Kriff," CC-20783 swore as he realized he'd overexposed himself, shifting back into cover just as one of the gun emplacements began to fire on the fallen tree he'd hidden himself behind.
 
A hand then reached out and threw him out of a stun grenade's radius.
 
"Thanks," CA-20783 dragged himself back up and dusted off the earthen colored plastoid armor. "Is Spaz still down?"
 
"Yeah, boss," CC-1859 (Steady) replied. "He's down for the exercise"
 
"We're going to lose if we stay here," CA-20783 checked the status of his blaster. "Steady, you still got those heavy munitions we stole earlier?"
 
"Ain't used 'em yet," Steady moved the launcher and bandolier of grenades into view. "What're you thinking?"
 
"As long as they have those mounted guns, we'll always be on the back foot. But we have a grenade launcher."
 
"Want me to arc it over their cover?" Steady asked.
 
"If Spaz isn't able to provide overwatch, then we're going to have to," CA-20783 shrugged. "I'll carry Spaz and let Sparks know what the plan is."
 
"If this doesn't work, then Sparks is going to kill us."
 
"He'll have to catch me first."
 
"Your funeral, boss," Steady shrugged, helping sling Spaz over CA-20783's shoulder. "Give me a few minutes, I'll deal with the turrets, you just get clear."
 
Hefting the grenade launcher, Steady peeked out of cover and propped his barrel on a nearby tree limb. Firing once, he noted where it landed and began adjusting his shots, walking them into the open-topped heavy-blaster nest.
 
"Sparks, this is Gamma Squad, we're pinned down and short three men, we're pulling back to Rally Point Delta!"
 
"You stay where you're at, Gambler!" their CO screamed back. "I have people coming in to relieve you. But I need that line held."
 
As Gambler went to respond, his internal comms simply erupted with static.
 
"Steady, we're being jammed!" Gambler yelled to the heavy weapons expert.
 
Steady didn't respond, and Gambler turned to see an armored vehicle had pulled up to their position.
 
The last thing that Gambler saw was a stun grenade being thrown at his feet.
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===What Went Wrong===
"Anyone care to explain to me what went wrong?" CA-102 (Planner) asked, his armored form stalking the classroom that was used for debriefing the older clones.
 
"My unit was pinned down and instead of doing something, we remained where we were, giving the momentum to the enemy," Sparks replied, answering for his entire platoon. "I should have had my units push forward into the forest, we could have lost them and regrouped as needed."
 
"That's one option you had," Planner replied, his close cropped blond hair shimmering in the artificial light. "But you also forgot that you had other assets that were assigned to you for this exercise. We don't often grant the use of artillery in exercises because we want you to train as if you don't have it. But you did indeed have access to it for this exercise. In the future, make sure that you use all of the assets that you're granted access to. Now, you're all dismissed, get a meal in you and make sure you clean your gear. You won't have access to terrain data on the next exercise, so pick your armor paint appropriately."
 
"Sorry guys," Sparks sagged in his chair as the older model Aubek-Series clone left the room. "I really screwed up on that one."
 
"It is what it is," Steady shrugged. The C-Series' massive shoulders moving up and down. "Not like the rest of us would have done any better."
 
"Alright," Sparks sighed. "We won't have terrain data on the next training session, so what do we go with for paint?"
 
"So far we've done pretty much everything," Gambler shrugged. "A dull brown might work best if we end up in another desert."
 
The entire platoon shuddered at the thought of sand getting inside of the plastoid armor.
 
"Yeah," Spaz agreed. "And we need to go over seals. I'm pretty sure I broke the environmental seal when I got thrown into that tree."
 
"Lot's of work to do," Sparks began tapping at a datapad. "Alright, squad leaders, you have your orders. See to them and meet me for debrief in three hours. We'll go over everything in depth then."
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===The Preparations Status===
"As you can see, going with multiple clone variants has been for the best," Specialist Mon Kiria inclined his neck to the cloaked figure. "With the varied genetic material from multiple origins, we are able to do much more. The larger phenotype is not lesser in intelligence, but being from larger stock means that we are able to boost their musculature."
 
"And the reason for the smaller clones," the figure gestured towards Spaz, the female being nearly half a meter smaller than the usual "Aubek" pattern clones.
 
"They make for better long range snipers and scouts," the Kaminoan began walking. "While the costs have increased because of this, we are able to test a wider range of genetic variety and tune things to for better performance in the field. And with the weapons and imports you have provided us with, we are able to field a better training experience as well."
 
"What is the estimate on the completion of the first order?"
 
"Given we were restricted to Aubek-pattern clones, we were able to produce over the amount requested for the original order. And we are now using them as supplemental trainers for the later generations."
 
"Good," the figure replied. "I estimate that within five years they will be called upon to defend the Republic."
 
"Of course, Master Syfo-Dyas," Kiria replied. "Our product will be ready when the call comes."
 
The Jedi Master stalked away, heading for the landing pad where his small freighter waited.
 
An astromech droid wheeled down the ramp and whistled at the Jedi.
 
"I know R8, but we still have much to do," Dyas sighed. "Chart us a course to Coruscant, I have someone to contact."
 
"Master Syfo-Dyas!" A voice greeted him as he plugged in the codes to directly transmit to his ally. "I assume things are as planned?"
 
"Indeed they are, Sheev," the Jedi replied. "The Kaminoans have things well in hand. I believe that it is time to focus on the other aspects of preparations."
 
"Right you are," Palpatine replied. "Unfortunately, you assistance is no longer needed. I will handle the rest of this… Personally."
 
With that last word, the Force screamed at Dyas to move and protect himself, but it was too late. An explosion from the core consumed the ship as it leapt into hyperdrive. Scattering the ship into nothing but debris across the light years.
 
And back on Coruscant, an old man grinned underneath his hooded cloak. It was all starting to come together. Soon, he would have unlimited power!
==Info: Republic Identification Chat==
Republic Identification Chart
-Subsection
–Clones
The Clones within the Grand Army of the Republic (referred to as GAR) are mainly referred to as their ranks as well as the nicknames that they have given themselves in place of their alphanumeric designations. But for records keeping purposes, we have the designations listed below.
 
 CA (Aubek)-Series clones are human male in appearance, around 1.9 meters tall, and are usually blond haired with blue or brown eyes. These are the commanders, commandos, and most common clones to be found among the GAR.
 
 CB-Series Clones were discontinued aside from a few minor batches. Units with this designation are typically used in supporting and logistical roles.
 
 CC-Series Clones are large, 2.5 meters tall and are bulky. They are used in support roles involving heavy weapons and material.
 
 CD-CL-Series Clones were failed batches. You will not encounter them.
 
 CM-Series Clones are short female humans approximately 1.25 meters in height. They are short, but are extremely versatile with superior eyesight and reflexes. They are typically used in scouting, sniping, and piloting roles.
 
 CN-CS Series Clones are offsets of the Aubek-Series that were specifically altered for space combat and surface-warfare combat. Typically used for assault ships and piloting Low Altitude Assault Transports.
 
 CR-CT series Clones are REDACTED 
 
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