Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26272311-20150608163610/@comment-25975584-20150609202657

Arahadtheranger wrote: (Well, too late to change it now. Now that I think about it, you can all have supportive characters. Mostly I'm saying this because I want Jorus to have a clone captain.)

Serial number: CT-463215

Nickname: Cross

Gender: Male (duh)

Age (chronological): 11

Age (biological): 22

Faction: Galactic Republic/G.A.R.

Rank: Captain

Equipment: DC-17 blaster rifle (he qualified for it.) with ACOG scope, twin DC-17 heavy blaster pistols, vibroblade, EMP grenades, thermal detonators. Clone trooper armor with purple markings.

Skills: Clone trooper training, also cross-trained in clone commando skills (hence the nickname Cross), leadership skills.

Backstory: Not much to tell. He was grown in a at like the rest of the  Clones, was trained from the day he could walk, and was eventually shipped out with the rest of the 602nd.

"Whatever's down there Sir, it can't be good. Maybe some sort of new clanker design? We are here to take out a Droid factory." Said Cross. "No, battle droids don't mutilate corpses. We're dealing with an organic enemy. Cross, put together a squadron. We're going down there. Skywalker, move ahead with the assault." Said Jorus. "Will do Sir!" Said Cross. "Now, what were you going to ask about, Tano?" Asked Jorus. "I was just going to ask, have you ever thought about getting a Padawan?" Asked Ashoka. "No. I haven't." Said Jorus.

The attack shuttle broke off from the stream of LAAT/i gunships exiting the Resolute. Soon, it landed in an area unoccupied by the enemy. It was beside a river. "This is the site where the body was found." Said Cross. He projected a hologram of the body as it had been found, at the spot where it had been. "Hmmm.... there's marks in the mud, indicative of dragging. Then, there's char marks where the body was found. Observation: He was probably dragged here by the killer or killers, after being shot, then burned with an incendiary grenade or a flamethrower. Or just the plain old fashioned oil and match. We follow the drag marks, we find the scene of the murder. Be prepared for anything when we get there." Said Jorus.. They go forward a bit and find the rest of the squad, arms, legs, heads and torsos are hanging from the trees. When they look around they find cigar stubs and a mocking note written in the blood of the brutally butchered clones.