Get to Work Soldier

   Walking in the hallway, Alpha-122 was making his way with a unwanted guest in tow. Despite being physically larger then the guest, their steps were in perfect sync. "Fancy show back there Iron Will, remember pulling one of those off when i fought the guy who hired me for this gig with his jedi buddies." The guest stressed the clones name who in turn simply grunted, "Go away Jango." Jango laughed, "Oh? We're going to have one of those I'm just a figment of your imagination talks again? I'm more you then you are and besides have you looked around? I'm an army? There's no such thing as me going away." The clone simply grunted again, "Go away." Jango kept walking with the clone, "Insane or not...you're going to be needing me real son. You're going to need me to see if you're a toy puppet or a man soon enough." As much as Iron will wanted to ignore the illusion, he never did. Jango did help him, it was because of him that Iron got to how he was now. He still wished him gone however, "You seem so happy to talk to me yet why aren't you there for your son Boba? Or maybe her." Jango always had his armor and helmet on...but it was always easy to tell when he was angry, "Don't you dare say her name and don't you dare tell her about this!" They stopped walking as they looked at each other. Jango was angry, "She's suffered enough because of me...dont go opening that wound again. I'm dead, but I'll tarnish my heritage before i see her brought down with me." Iron was silent for a moment before saying once more, "Then go."

  Iron was brought back to reality by Kit Fisto who had caught up to him, "Cold feet friend?" Iron shaked his head, "No sir just deep in thought." Kit smiled as he pointed to keep walking, "Good, good. During such trying times we must not forget to stop and think." The two entered a firing range on their way to the hanger, Kit telling the clone, "You may work alone but you are allowed to form a team if you wish." Iron Will stopped for a second as he looked down the catwalk. He stared at a clone cadet for a few minutes. "If so he'll be the first. I want him as my sharpshooter." Kit Fisto looked to the one Iron pointed to, soon seeing what he saw and motioned a cloner to him, "We require a cadet to be picked out for special training to be put under this ARC Troopers task force." The cloner looked to Iron, "Ah yes, Alpha-122's deployment details did mention the allowance of certain high skilled clones. None here have made high marks so i do not understand your reasoning here." Kit Fisto simply smiled as he always did and pointed to the cadet, "Sorry, it is an emotional guess mixed with logical. That cadet right there, mind giving him a sniper variant along with a moving target?" The nonsense cloner gave Kit a deadpan expression before finally deciding to amuse him, "Give CT-7836 a sniper rifle and moving target."

   After speaking in his mic, they watched as the cadet was given his change and orders. They watched patiently as the cadet nodded and took aim. Within seconds the cadet shot the target dead center. "I noticed the Cadet's head wasn't still but moving. Trying to read where a target would go and not just where it was." The cloner remarked, "Remerkable find Alpha-122. If this is the case then you're permitted the request. I shall send it higher up for the cadet to be picked and trained for the sharpshooter designation." Kit Fisto thanked the cloner as they went back to walking to the hanger. "You have the markings of a leader, and not just from who you were borned from." Iron looked to Kit as he continued, "You could see the strengths of those around you and with time probably their weaknesses. It is that trait that allows one to effectively lead and cultivate others to being their best." Iron was modest as he noted, "I'm just doing what i was trained for." Kit rebuted, "But as you and your brothers fight this war on behalf of the Republic, you as they deserve the credit due."

  Reaching the Hanger, they were greeted by a CR90 Corvette and more Mandalorian Advisors, "This will be your ship. Fully outfitted, fully crewed by officers, enlisted, and marines as well as regular Clone Troopers to help you achieve your missions. It's configured for battle and outrunning Separatist blockades. Three LAAT's parked in cargo, a Theta class shuttle in it's small hanger and personal quarters for you and any of your team which we've been notified you're already starting to form." Iron looked at the mighty corvette. Grey with red paint to signify it was Republic. Six dual turbolasers and six laser cannons for a modest ship but what made her a proud jewel was a group of engines that could outpace any capital ship. "Her name's Liberty if you were curious ARC Captain. A simple name for a more then simple ship." Iron turned to who he could easily tell was the Captain of the Corvette. "A pleasure to meet you and your vessel Captain." The Captain shook the Clones hand as he remarked, "Somebody with respect for the ship, wish there was more of ya. We already have orders, a simple one for right now but guess this is Commands way of getting our feet wet." Iron nodded, "Where to Captain?" Placing emphasis at the end, the Captain chuckled, "Right i know who you are but not me. I'm Captain Ironsides, we're off to Bothawui for a intel run." Iron was slightly puzzled, "Isn't Bothawui and the bothans neutral in the war?" Captain Ironsides nodded but told him, "Yes but the spies and information that pass through are what you need given the kind of folk you were made to fight. It's possible it could be just smoke but it could be good intelligence on some locations of high ranking Separatist Command." The ARC Clone understood as he nodded to the ship, "Well then let's get to it. We got a war to win." Making their way to the Liberty, Iron could hear Jango tell him, "Time to get to work Soldier."