Topic: Commander Cody Fanfiction
I wrote this a long time ago and before you start...I know, it's very crumby.
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Commander Cody Raised his rangefinder, inserting it swiftly in his helment.The remains of Uthapa burned a blaze in the night sky.Order Sixty Six still stood. Kill all Jedi. He filled his lungs letting out a relentless sigh. Was he sorry for what he'd done?, should he be?.
Turning on a Friend, Firing on him as he attempted to escape. Should he be sorrowed for doing his Job?. He could hear heavy footsteps approching." Sir." Said a voice very simalur to his own. Cody turned rapidly almost ramming into his Trooper Captain." Any sign of Kenobi?." He asked Sternly, with a unfaltering gaze. The Captain shook his head." No Sir, orders?." Cody let his gaze fall but it quickly regained." Get you men to a Transport, Move it!." The Captain snapped to attention." Yes Sir!." He saluted almost without thinking. Cody casully return his gesture and returned to the balcany. Genaral Kenobi was Dead. He had carried out his orders. Yet why did he regret it?. It was his Job. He had killed before without a second thought. Why did this hurt.
Inside a flame of Conflict and Confussion sprouted. He was the enemy. He told himself. He was a betrayer. He felt his Deece which hung fasten to his Bandaler. He deserved to die. He switched his comlink channel with a rapid blink." Captain, Requesting private Transport tonight." The Battle hardened voice of his Captain rushed through the Comlink." Yes Sir, Right away Sir!." Cody let his Comlink Switch off again before sliding into a uncontroled slump. He let his head fall back against the balcany wall. His helment scrapped against the rough surface leaving fresh new scratches on his faded yellow helment. He popped the seal and lifted the helment from his battered head. He rolled it around in his hands despite the electronics that could come loose from lack of care. His cold gaze fell upon the darken T shaped Slit.
The Uthapa Moon Cast a glow bouncing his reflection back at him. For once all he saw was a eleven year old forced into the world to fight for a senate he knew nothing about, nor where they stood in the diplamatic world. He finally took notice of the Scar that ran clean across from his right eye. And with that Scar was a Memory......
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There is more to the Story, and i will post the rest as soon as i can...namely as soon as i finish it.