I rewrote Part I of this fanfiction.
There were thousands of them. Each one, one and the same. I couldn't tell them apart. The only difference between any of them was the yellow commander marking on its head. Only about ten of them had one.
A Sith lord, Count Dooku, was leading them into battle. Thousands of them, hundreds of us. Mace Windu and Master Yoda, the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy, led the me and the rest of the clones into battle against the droids.
"Get Down!" Rex yelled just as a B-2 Battle Droid threw a grenade in my direction. I didn't know who he was yelling at, so I didn't know about the grenade until it was too late. Almost too late, anyway. When it hit me, I was quite surprised. When I realized what it was, I threw the grenade in the other direction and as a few of the battle droids exploded, I felt like it was just me on the battlefield.
I fired on the droids like I didnít care whether or not I made it out alive. I took a shot in the arm. Then to the leg. I collapsed from pain.
I knew I wasnít going to make it. I was bleeding out too fast to get out of this alive. Unless I was able to get back to base quick, I would be left to die. I tried to get up, then stumbled and fell back to the hard ground.
The droids were moving quicker than I was. It was clear they would catch me if I didnít pick up the pace. I tried, without succeeding, to quicken my faltering limbs so I could move faster. The droids caught up to me, grabbing my legs and pulling me back.
What do they want from me, I thought to myself. There was no way of escaping, so screaming was of no use. And then I blacked out...
the truth is out there.
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