《The Na'vi Je'daii (Star Wars FF)》Chapter 5
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"Master. Where is this place?"
Kavuk had brought Trilla to a very shady-looking location on the lower area of the 1st level of Coruscant. And by shady, it meant that a prostitute was offering her services only a meter or 2 away from a not-so-recently deceased corpse.
Kavuk didn't answer right away. Instead, they continued walking together until they were outside of a large complex with several clone guards waiting at the gates.
"This is where you will be staying when not on a mission or at the Jedi temple. The Special Operation Brigade's HQ."
Kavuk and Trilla walked in together without any issue. The former was famous due to being a member of a rare species and one of the top generals of the SO BGE.
Trilla looked around in surprise as they walked through the base. Most of the base consisted of training courses where there weren't any buildings or roads. Clone commandos were running all over the base while practicing against one another in different missions from demolition to espionage.
"So these are the elite commandos? I didn't know that the base would be out in the open like this," Trilla commented in surprise. She always thought that the base would be hidden in the center of a moon off of some remote world.
"It is hidden enough. The walls are high enough that most people can't see inside of the base unless they can fly. And we have enough turrets and deadly soldiers that launching an attack on our base with anything short of an entire surface force army wouldn't be able to take us out."
They didn't stop walking even as Kavuk explained how their base worked. The pair continued to walk until they reached a large building that served as the command center. Once again, they were able to enter without any trouble.
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Kavuk led his Padawan into the deepest portion of the command center until they were outside of an office.
*knock knock*
"Come in," a gruff voice spoke up from the other side of the door
Kavuk entered it with Trilla right on her tail. She was surprised that it wasn't just a single person in the room but there were over 20 and the room was much larger than she first imagined.
Sitting behind the desk was a large, bearded, and muscular Jedi. Most would believe that he was anything but a Jedi with the intimidating air that he gave off.
Arligan Zey was the commander of the entire Special Operations Brigade.
Sitting in front of him were two more Jedi a man in Mandalorian armor but who wasn't wearing a helmet. The former looked to be in their late teens or early 20s while the latter was clearly an older man but Trilla instinctively felt like he was the most dangerous person in the room besides the two Jedi Masters.
The Jedi were both former Padawans of Master Zey. They were Bardan Jusik and Etain Tur-Mukan while the man in Mandalorian armor was Kal Skirata, a legendary Mandalorian and the man who had the most responsibility for the clones fighting prowess besides Jango himself.
Around the rest of the room were clones that she had never seen before but had heard of most of them.
4 commandos were wearing unique designs on their armor. This was Omega Squad. One of Kavuk's old squads and the one that had the best track record under him and in the entire SO BGE alongside Delta Squad.
10 Alpha-Class ARC troopers also stood in the room. This was the Muunhilist 10. The men were responsible for not only ending the battle of Muunhilist within a day due to their efforts but also the ones that saved Kavuk and his fellow Jedi from General Grievous.
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The last 6 were ARC troopers were people that Trilla had never even heard of before. They all wore unique armor and carried themselves in a way that Trilla had never seen from a clone before. Almost as if...
'They're alive. But aren't all clones alive? But they do feel... different somehow.'
Trilla had never fought side by side with clones but she had seen them occasionally when she went outside of the temple. And none of the clones she met gave off the same feelings as the ones she was meeting today. But even of the ones she was meeting, the Null-Class ARC troopers were their own breed.
As she was checking them out, the others were also checking her out.
"Hand it over, Prudi! I told you that Kavuk would be getting a Padawan!"
"How in the world did you find that out, Mereel? And don't just tell me that you guessed."
"I happen to be close to a few of those new ARCs that happen to work for members of the Council. One of them had loose lips and let it spell."
"You all are a mess. You do know that the brat is most likely not used to this?" Niner reprimanded them
"She hasn't seen many clones. The girl doesn't even have the smell of the battlefield on her yet. Might as well let her get used to us as we truly are now than down the line."
As the Null-ARCs and Delta Squad joked around and talked about her, Trilla looked at the clones in confusion before turning towards her master. Kavuk shook his head and explained the situation to her.
"Most clones undergo intense 'programming'. Alpha-ARCs, Null-ARCs, and Commandos don't which gives them more of a personality. They are trained this way since the way they battle is very different compared to normal clones.
But these 10 are especially weird since Skirata trains them and they work under me. You can say that these 10 are more like Mandalorians than clones. Alpha-ARCs are also like Mandalorians but in a different way."
Trilla nodded, still confused. They had been teaching the Younglings about the main army of the Grand Republic but very little information was given regarding the Special Operations Brigade.
"Master Zey just gave us the rundown. You're now the main force of the Special Operations Brigade?" Skirata asked Kavuk for confirmation
"Hhmm. That's my official position anyway. Like your official position, as well as Etain and Barden, are my vice-generals. The Nulls, Omega Squad, and Muunhilist 10 will be the black ops force for our army."
The Jedi Order and Republic realized that while the commandos were elites, they were not meant for a large battlefield. But the Special Operations Brigade needed an army that could take on larger targets that couldn't just be dealt with with a few small squads nor could wait for another army to launch an attack.
This was Kavuk's true position now. He was to be the blade of the Special Operations Brigade.
"Trilla. For the next 2 weeks, we are to remain on Coruscant while the rest of the Special Operations Brigade gets restructured and our army arrives. During this time, you will not only be training under me but will be trained by Kal'buir as well. We will get you prepared for the war."
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