CT-5003 Creed

This is my rifle...

CT-5003 is a clone trooper serving in the 31st garrison of Everfall Base. He is a member of SRT Hydra as their long-range support specialist.

## Personality

Creed is notably deadpan and grumpy when compared to most clones, though he makes an effort to be polite to his fellow soldiers. He takes great satisfaction in performing his duties as an MP, particularly interrogations and long-range support.

## Appearance

Creed sports the armor pattern of hydra squad with a couple personal touches. His chest armor has a vertical stripe going from the bottom to the top of his midsection, and his left breast plate displays the phrase "this is my rifle" in aurebesh. His helmet has two parallel stripes on either side of its crest, and a downward arrow at the front end of the crest. Beneath the helmet he looks identical to all other clones, with his head fully shaven.

## Early Service

### HVT - Everfall Base, 20BBY

After capturing and interrogating a CIS officer, the forces of Everfall Base were made aware of a dangerous new Separatist general in the area. One that the prisoner appeared confident would overrun the base soon. A large force of 501st, 41st and 212th were posted on the walls to repel the incoming force. Before long the siege had begun and, though the brave soldiers guarding the walls neutralized the bulk of the droid opposition, one managed to slip through their ranks-- the general himself. Word had reached the detention center that a lightsaber-wielding opponent had breached the base and the 31st prepared to guard the prisoner at all costs. As he stood guard, Creed saw the entrance to the brig open and caught a glimpse of something slinking in. He recoiled in shock as a clawed hand slammed into the transperisteel window of the checkpoint, followed by a ghastly pale, skull-like visage with slitted yellow eyes. A muffled, gravelly laugh could barely be heard before the intruder began attempting to cut through the door with a green lightsaber, but after failing to cut through the blast door the general disappeared into the shadows. After waiting in tense silence for what felt like hours, the soldiers of Hydra squad and the 31st were all too eager to open the door for their reenforcements which had finally arrived. But before the door could be closed behind their friends, the enemy found his way in and finally revealed himself to the horrified soldiers. He was a hulking metal beast, standing at least 7 feet tall. His arms had split along their length into four separate limbs, each wielding their own lightsaber. A raspy laugh escaped his slotted mouthpiece as he charged forward towards Creed at the back of the small room. Creed stumbled backwards into the dark bunk room, bringing up his DC-15S and firing off several shots only to realize that his weapon was set to stun. Even more baffling, the stun charges seemed to be effective against this foe, despite him seeming to be a droid. In a stroke of luck, the doors to the bunks closed automatically as the general was momentarily paralyzed between them, buying the others in the checkpoint just enough time to cuff two of his hands and begin shooting before he regained his strength and forced the doors open again. He broke the cuffs and threw himself towards the exit, but the heavy fire from the soldiers overwhelmed him and forced him to the windowed wall of the checkpoint. Galen saw an opportunity and quickly ordered a Logistics Corps trooper to cut off the target's legs with his plasma torch, which he was just able to do before the general began crawling away on his four remaining limbs and disappeared into a nearby ventilation shaft. Though the enemy general had escaped, the prisoner remained secure and the Logistics Corps and 31st had earned themselves a nice pair of trophies which they would later display in their respective bunks.

## Trivia

* Creed's name comes from the same source as his armor decoration, the Rifleman's Creed.
	+ This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will ... My rifle and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit ... My rifle is human, even as I [am human], because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will ... Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and I are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but peace!