Whisper Squadron

Chpt. 1: Brothers

Sly peered to his left, and saw someone just like him. He looked to his right, yet again someone who is a copy of him, a clone. He stole a piece of food from a clone sitting to the right him, and turned his head back over to see the one sitting across from him pretend to do the same.

"You didn't see anything." Sly told him.

"You didn't see anything." The clone replied.

"What?" Confused at his pod brother.

"What?" He annoyingly replied once more.

"Stop it!"

"Stop it!"

"Never mind! Ergh!" Sly groaned. The clone snickered looking at him. Sly looked to his left and saw a clone grinning at both of them. His back wasn't straight, he was laid back, and very calm.

The clone that Sly stole the food from was arguing with the one next to him, "I know you stole it!"

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes, you did!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

The clone to the left of Sly lurched over the table towards the two arguing, "Fellas, calm down! It doesn't matter who stole it. You can always go up and get more." The two clones looked at him, grunted, and the one nearest to Sly got up to get more food.

FIVE YEARS LATER

Sly was 10 now, but the size of a full grown adult.

"Having you studied for the evaluation AC 20?" Brite asked.

"Have you studied for the evaluation AC 20?" Mok replied.

"You can't keep doing that every time you don't want to answer me!"

"Why do you worry about him AC 88?" Lax questioned.

"Why don't you seem to be worried AC 65? This will make us airborne commandos!" Brite said, obviously excited.

"Woah there." Sly chimed, "We aren't airborne until we actually pass the live action tests."

"I know AC 09 , but I'm just looking on the bright side."

"You always do AC 88." He laughed, "By the way, are you missing something?" Sly had a huge grin on his face with his hands behind his back.

"No, why? What did you take AC 09?!" Brite became visibly red.

Sly chuckled "Here's your holopad." He tossed it to him.

"Good night boys." Sly said as he climbed into his bunk.

ONE WEEK LATER

"Line it up!" Jango Fett stood tall, "Good job Delta squad, you'll make fine commandos. You've passed training."

"You hear that Sev? Someone thinks I'm a fine commando." A yellow painted republic commando with a high voice snickered.

"Yeah, well that makes two of you, Scorch." A red faced commando with a hand print on his helmet bellowed a deep chuckle.

"Cut the chatter you two. Stand tall for the CO." A green plated commando, stood the straightest of them all.

"Thanks Fixer." An orange commando spoke with swagger.

"No problem, Boss." Fixer replied as Jango pinned medals on each of them.

"Move out Delta!"

"Sir!" They all replied in unison.

"Get a load of them." Mok grinned.

"You think they're afraid of heights?" Lax smirked.

"Come on guys pay attention!" Brite was right behind them.

"Echo squad, your test is up. Jate jate'kara." Fett wished us.

"Come on boys, quick and quiet like always." Sly ordered, and the rest followed in unison. They had their DC 17Ms out. The course changed so they were at the top elevation. "On my mark. One. Two. Mark!" Sly said and they all used their jump jets to land silently as one.

"That was smooth." Lax said over comms.

"That's just the beginning." Sly replied, "Lax and Brite take the right. Mok, you're with me on the left."

"With you on the left." He silently laughed as Sly sighed.

TWO MINUTES LATER

"A little help guys?" Brite asked.

"Relax, I got this." Lax fired at the droids dummies and they fell.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it." He replied, and they all met at the end of the course.

"The objective is up there." Sly said "Jump on my mark...MARK!" They all jumped to the highest level and raised the flag as a squad.

"Very well Echo Squadron. Come here for your debrief and pins. You're now officially airborne commandos." All of them ran to the room and got their pins

"This is awesome! Commandos!" Mok was excited.

"Hey kid." Jango looks at him "This is only the beginning of a never ending hell." He took his helmet off, revealing himself. A slightly older version than them.

"Yes sir!" Brite chimes.

"Jate oya'karir commandos."

"Jate oya'karir." They respectfully answered.