Republic Commando Series 1

                                                                    Book 1
                                                      The Fires of Geonosis

Republic Commando RG-117 stared in a mixture of awe and fear and the battle torn ground that was flying beneath his gunship. The planet was called Geonosis and apparently the Separatist army had made its base here, and had allied themselves with the battle-crazed Geonosion warriors. The fighting had been going on for weeks and as far as RG-117 thought, it would never end. His gunship landed in a large square area where AT-TE's had blasted a hole in the ground. It was the command center for the RC's. He climbed out of the gunship, waved the pilot off and walked over to a yellow armor clad commando and saluted. " RC RG-117 reporting for duty sir". The armor clad soldier hardly turned from his holographic display of the battle a couple klicks west of the command center. Finally when he did turn around he eyed RG-117 warily. At least he thought that he did, you can't really tell with those big clunky helmets. " At ease", the yellow clad commando said. " I am Commander Greet, and I will be your senior officer, is that understood"? RG-117 replied with a hasty " Sir Yes Sir"! The commander pointed to a black camoflauged tent underneath a rocky outcropping. " Those will be your quarters for now RG-117, once we have a more permanent presence here on Geonosis we will be getting a little more comfortable, Dismissed." RG-117 threw a hasty salute, then hauled his bags towards the black camo tent. He opened the flap and was surprised to see three other commando's with the same color scheme as himself, black with white on the shoulder-guards. The nearest on to RG-117 was cleaning his weapon, a weapon that nearly all the commando used a DC-17. They all looked up at him when he walked in and set his things on the nearest bunk. " Hey shiny, the one nearest to RG-117, the one cleaning his gun, what's your name?" He asked. "RG-117, he replied". The commando's scoffed, " Not your number your name". RG-117 said, " I was never given one". " Well then the nearest on said again, we will just have to give you one". But before they could introduce themselves a long high pitched sound that seemed to cut through the dust storm caught everyone's attention. MORTAR! Then everything went black as the mortar hit the tent.
                                                                                         
                                                                   TO BE CONTINUED!!!!