Personal Log - A Troopers Story

[Angry Wookiee]

Personal log
Trooper 2249

Opening log

I have fought his war far too long, when will we achieve peace. I am a clone, I’m not suppose to think this way, but something inside of me wishes the fight were over.

Today we made camp on a planet that seems to be nothing but swamp, I have no idea why. The rumor is that we are looking for some sort of artifact, something to do with the Force. I doubt anyone has ever, or will ever, live here. What did they call this planet, Dugoba, Degeba, something like that? I should have been listing at the briefing, but I was thinking how nice it would be to have a break from all of the fighting, and killing.

Many times I have thought of slipping away during a battle, and just starting a new life on some backwater planet, somewhere where I would never be found, but I know it can never happen. On the planet Theed, I saw the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, I never even had a change to speak to her, but I know I would be happy to lie next to her, sleeping in late on a summer morning. That’s all I long for peace, and a chance to love someone. END LOG

[Angry Wookiee]

Personal log
Trooper 2249

Second log

Thank the maker, we have left Dagobah today, I don’t think I’ll ever dry out.
We will be traveling all day, making spot checks on several planets, using drop ships. It’s almost like a vacation, unless we find any trouble makers.
I need to find some other storage device for my logs, I have been keeping them on my com device, but I will soon run out of space, and if any commanding officers find these logs, I’m a dead man. I will try and find a small log device the next time we are planet side, if I have time. My hope is to find someone to give these logs to someday, so people will know that troopers are not just mindless killers, or worst case, someone finds the logs after I am dead. Our Drop Ship is ready, time to go to work. END LOG.

[Angry Wookiee]

Personal log
Trooper 2249

Third Log


Good luck for me, I now have a personal data device, one small enough to hide in my helmet. Bad luck for the store owner where I found it, he was hiding separatists, we took over his establishment, a kind of second hand store, and it was full of all sorts of things, from clothing to illegal arms.
It felt wrong to just take something, but I can’t pay a dead man, so I gave my lunch rations to a boy on the street who looked like he hadn’t had a decent meal in days. It’s kind of my way of thanking the universe for providing for me. We are going to stay planet side till this area has been swept, and any traces of separatists have been dealt with.
This planet seems familiar somehow, its lush hills seem to whisper to me, asking me to stay, this place feels like………… home.
Tomorrow I will try and get on sweep patrol, so I can see more of this planet. If I can come up with a plan, maybe this can be the place to start a new life, or, maybe I’m just crazy. END LOG




Personal log
Trooper 2249

Fourth Log


I got on to sweep duty, no problem, we have been on the outskirts all morning doing scans for life signs, and I have been taking in all the beauty around me.
This place is incredible, I’ve never seen water so blue, the wildlife is astounding, we saw a creature earlier that looked like a small horse, with the most beautiful coat of blue fur, a very elegant animal, and it seemed so tame, I’m sure I could have feed it, if I had the chance.
With any luck we will camp for the night, and I will try and get a chance to look around after everyone else is asleep, if I can slip away. I could swear I was born here, but I know I was not, what the hell is it about this place?
Looks like break time is over, here’s hoping we stay out here tonight. END LOG

[Miasmo]

You can shush me if you'd rather not be commented on. :P

I like stories like this. First person, small entries of insight. Every entry basically a cliffhanger. Yeah. Good job, keep it up.

[Angry Wookiee]

You can shush me if you'd rather not be commented on. :P

I like stories like this. First person, small entries of insight. Every entry basically a cliffhanger. Yeah. Good job, keep it up.

Thanks:)
Here's some more.


Personal log
Trooper 2249




Fifth Log



We have set up camp for the night, this area looks to be well traveled, we will be keeping an eye out for night movement, I have been put on border patrol, and this will give me an excellent chance to get an even better look at this place. I am going to set my P.D.D. for voice to script mode, this will let me look around and record what I see.
Tomorrow we are heading back to town, I want to see as much as I can before then, but for now I must get some sleep before I go on patrol. END LOG.

[Angry Wookiee]

Personal log

Trooper 2249

Sixth Log






I had the strangest dream while I slept; I was on a farm, overlooking a wide valley. This was my farm, I had finally found peace, and I was in love, I could feel it, everything was perfect.
Then something changed, I looked down and I was in my gear. My crops had changed into guns, landmines, and trooper armor. As I stood there looking over my land, a beautiful woman came out of the small house, the love of my life, but she started walking toward one of the landmines. I tried to yell to stop her but my voice was very quiet, no matter how hard I tried to yell, it came out as nothing but a small whisper. I ran toward her just as she neared the mine, but then my alarm went off, it was time to get up. I’m leaving for my patrol now, but the sadness from the dream is lingering, haunting me from the back of my mind. END LOG.

[Kal-El]

Oh boy, I haven't read your fic since a long time. Is as good as I remember. :)

[Angry Wookiee]

[Thanks Kal-El]





Personal log

Trooper 2249


Seventh Log


Wow, that was a close one, I was talking into my P.D.D., and forgot to shut off my COM link mic, the Sergeant thought I was loosing my mind, I told him I was just thinking out loud, and he seemed to buy it.
Some of the plants on this planet glow faintly at night; it truly is an amazing site, wow now I’m a poet.
My patrol is out of site of the camp, so I can move around more than usual, if anyone asks, I’ll just say I thought I say something.


A small lizard like creature seems to find me as fascination as I find this place. The look on his face is like that of an intelligent species, but the bio scan shows nothing out of the ordinary, still he knows more about his place than I do, and right now that gives him the advantage.

I’m checking over the next hill to see what I can find. I see a shadow; someone is here, better pay attention.
It’s a woman, wearing a brown cloak, she has the hood over her head, I’m sure she can’t see me. I need to draw back and watch what she is doing.
Looks like some sort of hidden door in the base of this hill, what is she up to out here this time of night.

She has gone inside, this could very well be a trap, but my instincts tell me no. I’m going down to investigate, need to turn off my P.D.D. and keep quiet. END LOG.

[Angry Wookiee]

Personal log

Trooper 2249

Eighth Log






I’m inside the base, it’s been here for a very long time, but some updates have been made. I need to find out if this place is a threat to us.

I’m further in now; it looks to me as if this place is some sort of shelter. The woman, there she is, looks like she is taking some sort of syringe with her, into the room on the right. I’ll wait till she comes out.

The door is opening. It’s her! The woman from my dream, I feel like she is in danger, or is it just leftover fear from the dream I had? I must talk to her, no, I can’t I’m a trooper, I have a job to do, I must put this foolishness behind me. I must have seen her in town, that’s how she got into my dream, right?
At best she seems to be running some sort of underground hospital here, no threat, no need to investigate further, I need to get out of here, it’s time for me to report in. END LOG.

[Angry Wookiee]

Personal log
Trooper 2249

Ninth Log


I’ve reported in, but I didn’t tell the Sarge about the hidden base, some how it just seemed wrong to do so, as if I were betraying someone. I know I have never seen that woman before, so why did I dream of her? I’m a soldier, but I need to be true to myself, I’m more than just a piece of property. Don’t I have the right to make decisions for myself, not according to the training I received on Kamino.
I need to clear my head, need to decide what to do. If I tell anyone how I feel, they will ship me back for reprogramming, man, I have seen guys come back after that…it’s spooky. Six months ago one of my squad mates was sent back after he refused to eat his rations, he was convinced they were made of Rancor meat. After he got back it seemed like he had forgotten all that we had been through. He also had a hard time sleeping, said he had nightmares, but he would never discuss them. Then one day he just walked out into the battlefield, no weapon drawn, and was cut down in a matter of seconds. I’m not letting that happen to me, but if I get caught deserting my squad; they will reprogram me on sight, with a shot to the head.
I will need to fake my death, or simply disappear. After they are done sweeps of this area, they will move to the next planet. If I make my move at just the right time, they will calculate the cost of coming back for me, and I know it will be too high. One trooper stuck on a planet, or dead, is not worth coming back for; at best they will make a note of the incident, and check for me if they come back this way.

My heart rate is way up, the thought of actually breaking free, and the risk of getting caught is both terrifying and exhilarating, all at the same time. I feel like a virgin, on the brink of losing virginity, but gaining adulthood. It scares the hell out of me. My shift is almost over; I’ll get some sleep soon and make a plan in the morning. END LOG.

[Oscar the Grouch]

Wooooooo. More please. :D

[Marko Ragnos]

Yeah, this is great!

[Angry Wookiee]

Personal log
Trooper 2249

Tenth Log


Morning…finally. I had more dreams last night, but one in peculiar is still with me. I dreamt that I had told my commanding officer I was quitting, and staying on this planet. We began to argue, and I began to shrink. The more I argued with him, the smaller I got, and then he simply lifted his foot and stepped on me. After his boot came down on me, I was crushed into the dirt, and I fell into a small hole in the ground. The ship left the planet, and there I was, out of the army, on the planet I was so attached to, but only half an inch tall. It was almost funny. I guess it’s true what they say, be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.

The town we first arrived in is very busy at noon time. I think I can get lost in the crowd, change clothing, and disappear. But first I will need to find a place to get some local garb, and maybe, just maybe, find a friend.

[Cydon]

Nice! I'm enjoying it!

[Angry Wookiee]

Personal log
Trooper 2249

Eleventh Log

Can I do this? Can I make a clean break, and never worry about looking over my shoulder. I’m not sure, but I’m ready to try.
It’s almost noon. I saw a used clothing store on the main drag. Our drop ship is prepping to leave by, 1300 hours, if I don’t get well out of sight, I’m done for. I’m switching the P.D.D. to voice to text mode, so I can keep an ongoing record of how this goes, just in case it does not go well.

~Voice to text on~

I’m getting ready to make the final sweep, it will be a walk through, just to see if we spot any suspicious behavior in the crowds, if I can just find a dark alley and get out of this gear…here comes the noon crowd in the east end of town. We are starting the sweep now…damn, Sarge needs a hand with some ordinance, and I NEED to get into that crowd. I have to help Sarge, if I don’t he will wonder what is going on.
PAUSE LOG

RESTART LOG
Ok, it’s been 40 minutes, Sarge is in the ship now; the sweep is almost done, if I don’t go now I’ll never get another chance.

I’m in the crowd, it’s still quite thick. Just need to get out of sight of the drop ship. Just around this next corner…oh no, this is not good!
~Voice to text off~ END LOG.

[Cydon]

Why did you end it there?! :censored:

[Miasmo]

Nice. Question, is this already complete or are you currently working on it?

[Angry Wookiee]

Why did you end it there?! :censored:

LOL, Sorry I was without a PC all weekend, and I have been busy getting my new PC all set up this week.

And Miasmo, the answer to your question is, this story is half done, so here is some more for you:


Personal log
Trooper 2249

Twelfth Log



~Voice to text on~

I just met two troopers on the street, they said the sweep was done, and we were to report back. I told them I had orders to check on a shop, they bought it, but they are going to wait for me. I need to get to the used clothing store and find a way out the back, but I can’t go in, not with my armor on.
Perfect. A large local transport ship is coming up the street, it will block the view between the other troopers and me, and that will give me time to get into the alley and get out of this suit.

OK, here I go, I’m in the alley, and I’ll set my P.D.D. down. It seems to take forever to get this armor off when you are scared to death; my heart is beating so hard, I think someone on the street might hear it.

All right, I’m down to my bodysuit. Now I need to find something in this alley to wear. Oops, I need to loose the bodysuit as well, almost forgot about my ID number on the back, not good to flash that around.

Well here you have it, a clone in his birthday suit. Well if I get caught now maybe I can plead insanity.

Found some old clothes in a bin, OH! They smell awful. Good, the tunic has got a hood, got to hide my face at least until I get inside. I sure hope the shop keeper has never seen the face of a clone trooper.
If I can keep from losing my lunch maybe I can get inside the store and buy something better. I’ll tuck the P.D.D. in this breast pocket.

I’ve made it to the street, the troopers look agitated. I’m going into the store.

(Unknown voice) Oh! You smell, my friend, we need to get you out of those clothes

Yes, thank you, I have some credits here.

(Unknown voice) Come with me to the back room, I don’t want your smell to scare off the other customers, ha ha ha.

Sorry for the smell, but this was all I had to wear

(Unknown voice) No problem, can’t have you walking around in the nude now can we? Get out of those rags and I will drop them in the incinerator. Now let’s get you something nice.

Nothing flashy if you don’t mind.

(Unknown voice) Something understated, but comfortable, a man after my own heart. Here, this undergarment will keep you cool in the heat, and warm at night, put it on, and I will go get you some more clothing.

Thank you.

This guy seems very nice, I think this going to work after all, if I can just get somewhere till the drop ship leaves.

(Unknown voice) Take these and go to the dressing room in the back, a couple of troopers are here to ask me some questions, I’ll be right back.

Thank you again.

I’m in the dressing room now, this is not good, I can’t risk going out there till the troopers leave, I’m so close, just need a bit of luck.

Wow, they sure are giving him a hard time. Here they come, if they identify me I’m in big trouble. Maybe I can cause a distraction, but how?

Thank goodness, they have been called back to the drop ship, now if they will just go and forget about me.

Well the luck I wished for must have kicked in; they are going out the door. The store owner is coming back.

(Unknown voice) Pesky troopers, claimed one of the other troopers had come in here, and they wanted to know where he was, as if I would misplace one of them. If a trooper came in here butt naked, I would know who he was. I can smell them ya know. Yup, you can’t hide a trooper on me, I’ve seen too many of them lately. But enough of that, let see how you look, turn around….. Well, that looks very good, Mister…?

Umm, Windfell, Mister, Burst, Windfell. Yes this will do nicely, thank you, how much do I owe you.

(Unknown voice) Nothing, it’s on the house.

But why? I can pay you.

(Unknown voice) You look like an honest man Mister Windfell, one who could use a break, so just remember me when you strike it rich.

Oh trust me I will, and by the way I never got your name

(Unknown voice) Folks just call me Pacer.

~voice recondition, storing voice~

Well Pacer, can you point me in the direction of an inn, or some place to stay for a few days

(Pacer)Well, the Blue Stone down the street has some rooms, but the price is way too high as far as I’m concerned. why don’t you just stay in the extra room upstairs, in return I’ll work you some through the day. At night it will be nice to have someone here, in case of any break-ins, if you don’t mind me being so forward.

I don’t know what to say. I’ll take your offer, but I don’t really know much about clothes.

(Pacer)Oh no worry son, you’ll learn, and besides, most times all you need to do is tell folks the truth.

Thanks again, if you show me to my room, I can get settled. I… ah… have some things in the alley. I left them there before I came in, just incase my smell got me thrown out.

(Pacer)Go ahead, get your stuff. I’ll go on upstairs and get the room ready.


I’m outside now; I can’t believe this went so well. I’ll have to hide my trooper armor for now. Maybe someday I can tell Pacer the truth, but not just yet. END LOG.

[Machievelli]

Posted 29 June 2007 on StarwarsKnights under The Critic returns and LucasForums under the Critic’s Two Cents

During Clone Wars: A trooper keeps a private journal.

Forgot question mark (when will we achieve peace?) You made the same mistake in other places, but that is something easily corrected.

Technical note: When in camp you are on perimeter watch, not border.

It’s interesting to see the divergence in the base material of the clones. The original Republic Commandos were considered divergent enough to be worthy of destruction until they were rescued. To see the man who Jango Fett might have become if he had let go of his self-control is astonishing and delightful.

[nefertiti]

Agree.... I like it. Short burst of personal insight and then longer beefy ones. Very enjoyable.

[sharyntyre]

interesting style, looking forward to more