102 days ABG

agent-2392/9824

“agentX”

personal log

Some people say that clones feel no fear.Not even in the face of impending destruction.The truth is, we feel fear alright.Its cold pang is almost a regular addition to each of our battles.The difference is, fear does not consume us , rather we use it to our advantage.It gives us faster reflexes, and allows us to make those split second movements that save our lives and countless others.Show me a soldier who does not feel fear, and I will show you a man who is a danger to his fellow soldiers.There is a fine line between pure bravery and complete insanity. Rumors spread quickly in the grand army, and the tales told, where usually true.My story was probably being told right now, by some clone trooper.  I have felt the cold brush of fear ever since they put a weapon in my hand. I feared being reconditioned.I feared for my brothers safety.

Right now , the only thing I feared was the hulking figure towering over me.But , my fear was only an asset to me , and a threat to him.I crouched low, keeping my center of gravity at my core, just as my training sergeant taught me.”your opponent may be taller, stronger and sharper than you, but no being has the determination I see in your eyes, son.You lose that fire and you lose the fight”.I stood on my heels, almost willing Zarock to attack me.

And then, without any warning, he charged me.”Charged” seemed to be a pretty poor choice of words in hindsight.I would say “cannoned”.He moved with shocking speed for a person of his size.Though it must have been only a few seconds, it felt like a few hours.With each step he seemingly shook the ground and he raised his hands to try and crush me between them.I wouldn’t last long if he managed to get hold of me.Then he leaped into the air, again surprising me.It was almost a graceful sight, if he wasn’t getting ready to stomp me into non existence.Being hit by him at that speed would be like being hit by a tank.