Part two of my battlefront diary series.In this series, I incorporate many of my favorite players of the game, and make a pretty good story out of it.enjoy.(image credit to Google search).

100 days ABG
Republic Agent-2492/9824
“agentX”
personal log.
I have escaped my shakels which binded me to this corrupt republic.Now I stand alone, the sole survivor of a brutal experiment , to try and perfect , the ultimate soldier.I may have been clone’d from Jango Fett , but that doesnt mean I am him.The first few months of solitude taught me that backup is an essential commodity when found trustworthy.But who in the galaxy who’d trust a clone soldier besides the republic . The answer came , when I heard news of an escaped ARC trooper , named “Spar” , who was the first to escape from Kamino , and that he had survived being terminated for going AWOL . I sought him out , so as to gain from him , what truth I could.
Learning from an ARC trooper is quite painfull , especially with their “creative” obstacle courses , and their hidden suprises. Never the less , Spar trained me till I could look in the eye and face him head on.We might have been bred as simple soldiers, but the interesting fact was, we were bred to be adaptable.Spar trained me and taught me all i knew.And he even managed to secure me some black mandalorian iron armor.The best in the galaxy.But while giving me it , he said, “remember , its not the armor that makes the soldier , its his heart and training”.I left spar , the same day.It was not emotional , but merely as understanding comrads.Spar just said . “stay alive out there”.
I arrived on the planet Mandalore days later.Spar said it would be a good place to gain allies and information.Two things I really needed at that time.The planet seemed pretty primitive in galactic standards , but from it , rose the most strongest warriors in the galaxy.The mandalorians.In my armor, no one payed much heed to me , but the moment I saw other warriors , like myself , I felt the urge to become , a true mandalorian. It was a calling.I could not explain it.I wanted , a sense of belonging again.And thats when I heard a sound , that was all too familiar to a trooper, who’s been on the front line.A blaster shot.
My body reacted for me.I instantly sprinted as fast as I could toward the source of the sound.And there I was , watching a seen that looked like it was from a holovid.Two mandalorian men where on the ground unconcious , and what seemed to be their family, where quivering next to a nearby wall .As i looked for the reason , I suddenly felt something hard and metallic pressing on my neck.It was a verpine shatter rifle.I wasn’t that confident of my armor , as soon as I saw it.Those things could go through starship armor if you fired enough , and this was point black.”well well well” said the gun holder.”what do we have here , don’t you know its not safe to roam the streets of mandalore when there’s 2 deathwatch agents reported in the area?”.”how sad”.
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