The Amazing Jman

26/05/2026

First

When The Clone Wars began, the 442nd were deployed to Taris. All the synthetic tastes, smells, sounds, feelings couldn’t prepare us for it. But it was our first. We were eager to fight.

I remember watching the casualty numbers flow in after zero hour back on Kamino. The silence in the mess hall as we gathered around the terminals. With hushed voices and reverence we searched for our brothers names. I still hold on to so many of them.

CT- 7799 “Odds” MIA, presumed dead.

CT- 1210 “Wetly” WIA, transferred to Coruscant.

CT-9000 “Nines” KIA, body not yet recovered.

Thousands more flowed across the screen. They were the first of us to give their lives for this war. Even the greatest of stoics couldn’t help but break. The death was not a surprise. What shocked me the most was the loss. The great absence was impossible to train for. We were bred for this, trained by the best to be the blood of the Republic. We knew from the start we were lambs for slaughter. All I wanted was to get out there, get some payback. Make the Separatists feel it in their circuits. But deep down, they aren’t alive. We are. And they were programmed for war just as we were born for it. They may be killing us, but they aren’t the cause of our dying.

Log entry from CT-3234 “Branch”

23/05/2026

Over The Top

11/05/2026

A Helping Hand

“I got you,” Kalvis grunted pulling Theo to safety. His armor added an extra thousand pounds, but he wasn’t heavy to Kalvis. All he cared about was getting Theo to safety. He had fallen under the pressure of enemy fire. Their suits rattled from suppressive rebel fire. With one final pull, Theo was gathering himself behind cover

“Im sorry, I know you said don’t stop-“ Theo panicked getting the words out, but Kalvis wouldn’t hear it. He put his hand on his brother’s back.

“We all fall sometimes. All Im thinking about is how glad I am you got back up.”

Theo’s gratitude could be felt through his armor. He nodded a thank you to Kalvis.

“They are about to reload. Get ready to move to next cover,” Sergeant Avon broke the moment with subtle precision. If they wanted to survive, they couldn’t stay in the moment. With silent appreciation for one another, Kalvis and Theo got ready to head back into enemy fire.

08/05/2026

The Hammer

Beneath Coruscant, a massive criminal organization rules the underworld. The Republic drew its line above ground, leaving the dark to fend for itself. But the Empire had other plans. It needed fodder for example.

Four commandos are dropped into the heart of darkness to dispense order through a laser cartridge. Their blasters, hammers of order to make all submit to the Imperial boot.

The Empire is cold, ruthless, unfeeling. Its tolerance for the denizens beneath the law is zero. Unrelenting law, attempting to erase any former grace.

First the criminals were hung, and the crowds applauded. But as the Empire widened the noose, many were made criminals.
It attempted to legislate whats bad as good, infecting the public understanding. It tried to erase the Jedi faith, leaving many in despair. Law by law, a great fear spread across the galaxy.

As The Emperor began to drape the world in darkness, the hope on Tatooine grew warmer. Twin suns acclimatized the hope of the galaxy, who would bring light to the darkness.

But for now, the hammer breaks the back of what was,
And the world spirals into chaos. Like the mother of a son sent to war, it awaits the return. It groans in longing to be made right again.

07/05/2026

Unseen

16/04/2026

The Deep End

A 442nd Ranger moments before crossing into enemy territory. Their mission is to recover a downed ARC-170 pilot with vital information about Separatist forces on Canto. If this information is proven correct, it could justify an assault on the capital city.

07/04/2026

05/11/2025

Passing Through

Neyo always taught us that we had to be comfortable knowing we rest our head where we tread. This place is not our home. As Recon, we would always be on the fringes. Our home was symbolic, relational even. It was in each other. Thats why we could go so far, yet always feel so close. We were strangers in a strange land, but never without each other.

It always comforted me to think about the big picture. Our present struggles would never s***f out the hope we represent. It may change, but the truth remains.

- Clone Trooper “Walker,” 91st Recon

24/10/2025

Too Good To Be True

The first red flag should have been the pay. The Empire never paid well, but this job came with an endless amount of zeroes. Boba knew this going in, but he was the best. It should have scared him off, but his pride took the bounty puck.

The first red flag should have been the pay. The Empire never paid well, but this job came with an endless amount of zeroes. Boba knew this going in, but he was the best. It should have scared him off, but his pride took the bounty puck.

It was a simple job; retrieve former Science Officer Drok Malice. The outpost had gone dark a full rotation before the job listing. Boba grimaced when he saw the fine print; “reward forfeited if brought back dead.” Boba knew this was a bad idea. He should’ve left it for Dengar.

Normally, Boba didn’t think too much about his skill. He’d either get the job done, or die trying. Up until this point he’d made it. But this bounty felt off. Something sat perched behind his shoulder, and it grew.

The feeling followed him on his journey. It told
Him to run. Raw fear circled behind him. He pushed it away when he landed.

The planet was quiet, unusually quiet. The Empire had this effect, draining vibrant planets to death, but this was colder. As Boba moved towards the outpost, the feeling came back. This time it felt real. It felt ten feet tall. Boba tried to shake it off, but all he could do was turn around.

Bloody dog tags dangled in Its teeth with the name “Officer Drok Malice.” Boba wasn’t afraid anymore. He was angry. Angry that he wasn’t getting paid.