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pro-fangirls-unsocial-life · 3 years

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The Duty of a Captain

A/N: Hello everyone! I would like to introduce you all to Doc. One of my ocs! I know that I usually post a character “outline” first, but I really felt like introducing him this way would be the best. If you guys want to know more about him after this, please feel free to ask! I love getting questions about my ocs! Also a big thank you to @captainrexisboo and @bad-batch-of-fics for listening to me ramble on about Doc while I was making this!

Length: ~1300 words

Warnings: mentions of death but nothing too serious for Doc... yet😇😈

Finally.

It was finally over. Another battle that should have had minimal losses that turned into a massacre. Over half of the battalion, nearly eight thousand men, killed because of the actions of one person.

No one dared to disagree. They were all too terrified to even think of challenging the direct orders from their general. So, they marched forward into the battle. Some holding out hope that this time, it would be different. All knowing that it wouldn’t be.

Doc didn’t know why he felt hope this time. He had no reason to. He had no reason to believe that this time would be any different. But something told him that he would survive and that something big was going to happen and that when it did, it would be a good thing.

Something big had happened, but it was far from being anything good. Seeing all of the destruction and misery and death as he walked through the aftermath of the battlefield, Doc couldn’t shake the hopeful turned anxious thought from the back of his mind.

Why hadn’t the feeling gone away? Was losing so much not enough? Did their effort to win this planet fail? Was there still a battle to be fought?

“CT-5770,” a voice boomed out, pulling Doc from his thoughts.

Doc shook his head and looked around, his eyes falling upon the Jedi who was storming up to him. He straightened his back and pulled his helmet of, bringing it to his side. “Yes General,” he acknowledged.

A datapad was shoved into his chest, his hand scrambling up to grasp it. “I want these requisitions for new clones done first thing! Then I want the mission report so that I may look over it before addressing the Jedi council. You may continue with your other work once that has been finished,” he finished with a dismissive wave before turning and walking away.

“Wha- I,” Doc began sputtering. “Wait, General Krell! I don’t understand!”

Krell stopped and turned to look at him with disgust. “And what don’t you understand you feeble minded clone?”

Doc straightened again and swallowed. “I- I don’t understand. I’m just a private sir.”

Krell’s lips turned up into a snarl-like smile making Doc have to suppress a shiver. “Not anymore. Congratulations,” he said as he turned. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, the grim smile not yet leaving his face. “-Captain.”

“Captain,” he shakily breathed out.

All at once, the realization of what had happened came crashing down onto Doc. His mind began to spiral as he thought about all the men that had to have died for him to have been promoted to captain. Every lieutenant. Every sergeant. Every corporal. He wasn’t even one of the highest-ranking privates. How many of them had died along with the others? And the captain. The captain he had been serving under for almost four months now. The captain that everyone thought was going to last.

He had been promoted from lieutenant after a battle all to similar to this one. A battle that had cost them countless lives when it should have cost them barely any.

Doc looked down at the datapad he was clutching in his hand, his breath coming out in a sharp exhale. He was shaking.

No. No, he didn’t want this. He didn’t want any of this. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be happening. He was just a private. He was just a clone. He’s nothing. He is not worth enough to be a captain.

Slowly, Doc looked up to find the visors of all the troopers around him focused on his face. One by one, they all removed their helmets to reveal their eyes that were filled with sorrow and “I’m so sorry”’s.

They all knew what being captain meant. It was a death sentence for whoever was unwillingly promoted to the position, especially when the one taking it up had not been given any kind of specialty trooper training.

Doc looked back down at his still shaking hand, taking a breath as he tries to come to grips with his new reality. He was so distracted by his thoughts, that he did not hear the light footsteps that approached him from the side.

“Sir,” a small voice questioned beside him.

He turned, seeing the face of a shinie that had been sent to the 904th just three weeks ago.

He hadn’t earned his paint yet but, looking at all of the men in the 904th, you wouldn’t be able to tell that any of them had.

All they were allowed was a single blood red line down the center of their helmets and an outline around their visor. After all, that’s all that was needed to identify that they were a part of the infamous 904th battalion. The battalion that won so many battles under the command of Jedi General Pong Krell. The battalion that lost more men than any other.

Doc shook his head. “What is it,” he asked, trying to keep his voce steady as he gazed at the terrified trooper in front of him.

“He’s just a kid,” he thought. “Can’t be older than eighteen physically.”

He was one to talk. He was only twenty. Because men were lost so regularly, Kamino would send thousands of new troopers to replace them, each time the men arriving becoming younger and younger.

The shinie had yet to say anything. His eyes now finding solace on the ground at his feet.

Doc switched the datapad in his left hand over to the one that had been holding his helmet at his side. He placed a hand on the shinies shoulder, prompting him to look up at Doc. “What is it trooper?” He kept his voice low and soft, trying his best to offer what little comfort he could.

The shinie sniffled, his eyes beginning to fill with tears. “W-What do we do now? I-I mean,” he stuttered, trying to strengthen his voice. “What are your orders, sir?”

Doc looked around at the men who had now surrounded them, all of them with an expectant look on their tired faces. He lightly squeezed the shoulder of the man in front of him before stepping back and taking a deep breath.

“We are going to gather all of the field equipment and bring it to the gunships. Everyone try to find,” he stopped for a moment, feeling his chest tightening at what he was about to say. “Everyone try to find what is left of your squads and carry out your usual post-battle orders. And then,” he looked around, making sure that Krell was not within earshot. He lowered his voice slightly. “Once we get back to the ship, the older troopers will quietly give the shinies the geode protocol. Congratulations to all of you.” He gave a soft smile, trying to reassure the saddened men around him. “You have all just earned your paint.”

With that he gave them all a nod and put his helmet on. They all began to move away and group up with the remanence of their squads.

Doc watched them. Seeing them group together and look around at the few troopers that remained. Putting their helmets on and foreheads together, silently crying for the brothers that they had all lost before moving to complete their orders.

It was then Doc decided something. He would not let this keep happening. He felt all of his pain and anger bubbling up inside of him. He may not have wanted this position, but he would be damned if he wasn’t going to use it. He would be damned if he did not try and save as many of his brothers as possible.

He took a deep breath and looked up to the sky, closing his eyes. “I promise,” he thought. “I promise I will make you all proud.”

He nodded to himself, solidifying his promise to his fallen brothers. Then, bringing the datapad in his hand up to reading level, he began his work.

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pro-fangirls-unsocial-life · 3 years

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The Duty of a Captain - Part Two

A/N: Hello Everyone! So this is the first fic that I have written like this. Posting chapters once I’m finished with them. I usually try and write the whole thing and then post each chapter on a schedule, but I was just so excited to tell Doc’s story that I thought I’d try this! If you want to be tagged whenever I post a new chapter of Doc’s story, please message me and let me know! Oh! Ad the italics are Docs thoughts (sorry if thats not clear, Im still a learner lol).

Length: ~2600 words (damn I did not mean to make it that long. I thought maybe 1000 lol)

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, abuse, pong krell, angst

It had taken more time than usual to get all of the field equipment back to the Jedi cruiser Tolerance. With so many men being lost, there were not as many hands to get the usual post battle procedures done and General Krell was not happy with the delay.

Doc had been called back to the cruiser before the rest of his men down on the surface to deliver the mission report to the Jedi council alongside the Besalisk Jedi. He had finished the troop requisitions and mission report hours ago and had begun helping the others load up equipment when he got the transmission.

Now, as he held onto the handle of the gunship that had been sent to pick him up, he held his breath. He had never spoken to the Jedi council before, but he had heard stories. He remembered hearing his captain talking about how intimidating it was. How even from across the galaxy, they could feel the slightest thing. How the combined power of all of those Jedi masters was a force to be reckoned with. At least, that is what the general had told his former captain.

He was afraid to face that much power. If the other Jedi were anything like his general, he wanted the meeting with them to go by as fast as possible.

He imagined what they might be like. He envisioned powerful warriors, all huge and intimidating like his general. With merciless eyes and a scowl that sent fear through the bodies of anyone who dared to look upon it. He imagined their lightsabers never being too far away from their hands, ready to be ignited and run through something or someone at a moment’s notice.

Doc was pulled from his thoughts when the voice of the pilot came through his comms and he felt the ship being maneuvered into the main hanger. “We’re here sir.” The doors opened as the ship was set down, revealing Krell waiting in the hanger with his arms crossed behind his back.

“Thanks for the lift Short-stuff,” Doc said as he stepped out onto the metal floor of the hanger.

“Anytime sir.” The doors to the ship closed behind Doc as he began walking away, his hands reaching up to take off his helmet. “Oh, and sir?”

Doc briefly stopped and looked up toward the cockpit, his hands halting on the sides of his head as the man stared back at him.

“Good luck.”

Doc finished pulling off his helmet, a small smile gracing his features as he gave the pilot a quick nod.

“CT-5770, start moving! I have a mission report to give and will not be blamed for you making me late.”

Doc spun around, quickly making his way to follow the general out of the hanger. “Yes, sir. My apologies, sir.”

Krell dismissively waved his hand, not bothering to look behind him at Doc as he spoke. “Am I correct in assuming that you are ill equipped for this situation?”

Doc furrowed his brow, thinking through what he had already done. He had already turned in the mission report, and the casualty and damage reports. What more could he do to be prepared? “Excuse me, sir,” he asked, confusion lightly lacing his voice.

“Feeble minded clones,” Krell muttered under his breath. He stopped and spun around, looming over the captain. “You have never given a mission report to any Jedi before? Correct?”

Doc swallowed and stood straighter, coming to attention. “Yes, sir. That is correct, but all troops are trained on Kamino to be knowledgeable about—”

“Enough. I do not care about the laboratory that bred you or what you claim to know. Since you have never done it, let me give you some rules that I expect you to follow exactly. Is that understood?”

“Of course, sir.”

“Good.” Krell turned back around and kept walking toward the bridge. “You are to stand behind me at all times unless told otherwise. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You will remain silent and will only speak when spoken to directly by myself or the council.”

“Yes, sir.”

“When you are asked a question, you stick to the description of the battle that I give. The council does not have time to listen to your view of the smaller picture. Is that clear?”

Doc hesitated for a moment. “Why would the battle descriptions be different?”

The door to the bridge whooshed open and Krell walked up to the command table. “Do I make myself clear CT-5770,” Krell snapped over his shoulder.

“Yes, sir,” Doc said, the hesitation still apparent in his voice.

Krell threw a cold look over his shoulder as he stepped back, waiting for the transmission to begin. “Good.”

Doc felt a shiver run down his back as he came to attention behind Krell. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, afraid that the Jedi council would be able to sense his fear of them. Or worse, that Krell would be able to sense his unease about his presence alone.

“Incoming transmission from Coruscant, sir.”

“Put it through.”

Nine blue figures suddenly appeared on the table and Doc’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise before he catches himself and returns to a neutral face.

They don’t look anything like Doc had imagined them. All of them are wearing soft looking robes with their hands resting gently in front of them. Their lightsabers are tucked away, either out on a hip, or hidden within the fabrics they wear, far away from the hands that might wield them.

They do not dress like warriors, not wearing any armor. Those that do only wear basic arm and leg guards.

None of them look particularly threatening, especially considering that one is not even as tall as Doc’s knee.

They all share the peaceful demeanor and kind eyes that one would find in the company of an old friend.

“This can’t be right,” he thinks to himself. “This has to be some kind of trick to get me to slip up. Jedi aren’t kind.”

Krell does a small bow. “Shall we wait for the other three members of the council to arrive, Master Yoda?”

Doc once again has to keep himself from making a face when the small creature directly across from Krell speaks.

“Masters Shaak Ti, Kenobi, and Billaba, busy they are with other matters. Hear your report without them, we will.”

“That’s Grand Master Yoda? The head of the Jedi Council? The Jedi who leveled nearly one thousand battle droids by himself?”

“Very well,” Krell said. “The mission was a success. The planet Castell is now under Republic control and a treaty has been drafted for the mining resources that the planet possesses. They have also agreed to a Republic base being built there should we desire it.”

The Jedi to the left of Master Yoda shifts. “Yes, however this battle did take longer than expected. This has set our timeline for the entire system back.”

“I am aware, Master Windu.”

“And, many casualties your battalion has suffered,” Yoda said gravely.

“Yes,” Krell considered. “There were some… unforeseen circumstances that could not be avoided.”

“Liar.”

“Hmm. A new captain you have gained I see,” Yoda said as he gestured to Doc.

Doc stiffened, the fear he had before returning to him.

“Yes,” Krell said. “The previous captain was killed on this campaign.”

“Hmm.” Yoda brought his hand up to his chin as he looked over Doc. “Step forward Captain.”

Doc swallowed and stepped forward, his body never leaving attention as he stared directly in front of him.

All the eyes of the council were on him. He could feel them looking over him, taking in everything that they could see of his fear filled body.

“What is your name trooper?”

“My designation is CT-5770, sir,” he replied stiffly, not turning his eyes away from directly in front of him to look at the Jedi who had addressed him.

“Your name son,” came a different voice. It was soft and gentle, like the person it came from actually cared.

Doc faltered slightly, turning toward the voice to face the Kel-Dor Jedi. “It’s- It’s uhh, Doc, sir,” he said cautiously before turning back to attention.

“Please, at ease be Captain.”

Doc looked back at Krell and was met with a neutral face, giving him no indication to stay at attention. Looking back at Yoda, he awkwardly shuffled into a stiff parade rest.

“Captain Doc,”

Doc’s eyebrows shot up at the sound of his name being said by someone other than his brothers before he quickly forced them back down, hoping that none of the Jedi noticed. All of them did.

“Agree with Master Krell’s description of the battle, do you?”

“No.”

“Yes, sir,” he said without hesitation, his fear of disobeying Krell’s rules pulsing in the back of his mind.

The council hesitated for a moment, all of the members on it exchanging quick glances before looking back at Doc.

“I sense much fear in you Captain,” the Kel-Dor Jedi said lightly.

Doc sucked in a breath, trying to quiet his mind.

The Kel-Dor leans forward, pointing at Doc. “You mustn’t be afraid to tell us information that we may not be pleased to hear.”

“Yes,” Yoda says. “Tell us the truth you must, so that better prepared we can be for future battles.”

Doc swallows, looking between the three Jedi who look at him with questioning faces.

“I do not fear telling you the truth Master Jedi,” he lies as he looks at each member of the council.

“So then Captain, tell us,” Windu says. “Do you agree with Master Krell’s description of the battle?”

Doc hesitates for a moment, looking back at Krell and seeing hard eyes staring back at him. He takes a deep breath, turning his attention back toward Master Windu.

“Well… I…” He quickly looks down, before bringing his head back up high.

The members of the council lean forward, urging him to finish his thought.

“I do think that there were ways we could have avoided so many casualties had we tried… different strategies.”

The Jedi all look at each other, nodding. “Then discuss that with your general, you will,” Yoda says.

He looks at Krell, whose expression Doc cannot see. “A discussion with your new captain, you will have. Then reassess the information you give in reports, you will. A discussion with you, I will have at a later date. Talk about what you and your captain agreed on, we will.”

Krell’s voice cuts through the tight tension that has taken over the bridge as the deck officers take turns staring at the meeting. “Yes, master.”

“Very good.” Master Windu looks around at all of the Jedi, who give him a soft nod. “Your next assignment will be transmitted to you within a few days. In that time, you are to travel to Kamino to pick up your new troopers.”

“Understood.”

Windu nodded at Krell and then Doc. “May the Force be with you.”

One by one, the blue images of the Jedi faded out until only Yoda remained. “Much fear there is in you young one,” he said as he pointed at Doc. “Know not what it is you fear, but learn to control it, you must. Yes.”

Doc looks at the ground before looking back at Yoda, nodding his head. “I will try sir.”

“You will. Of that, certain I am.” He gives one final smile to Doc, and then his image disappears.

Doc steps back from the table and instantly spins around toward his general, frantically trying to apologize. “Sir, I am so sorry. I didn’t know that they would—”

Doc yelps as a huge arm hits him hard across the face, sending him tumbling backwards onto the ground. His helmet clatters as it hits the ground and is sent flying across the floor.

He can feel his left eye pulsing as blood rushes to the area that was hit. He looks up to see his general towering over him with rage filling his eyes and a snarl covering his face.

“Sir, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

“You will stand at attention when you speak to me clone!” Krell’s voice booms out across the silent bridge.

Every pair of eyes stares at him in fear, while breath is held in anticipation.

Doc begins pushing himself off of the floor, sucking in a sharp breath. “Yes, sir,” he says meekly.

He comes back to attention, looking up at the furious Jedi, before Krell’s left arm comes up to backhand Doc once again, sending him to the floor.

“How dare you embarrass me in front of the council!”

Doc begins standing up once again, trying to come to attention. “I’m sorry sir! I didn’t mean to—”

He feels Krell’s fist on his face again before he can fully get up and is sent to the floor once again.

“Consider this a warning clone,” Krell says, his voice a menacing growl. “You will learn your place. Understood?”

Doc brings his hand to his lip as he slowly gets up. He pulls it away to see blood on his glove before pulling his hand down to come to attention. He looks up at Krell defiantly, his left eye already beginning to swell and obstruct his vision. “Yes, sir.”

Krell looks around at the troopers on the bridge that have been staring at them with wide eyes. “Understood?”

As quick as lightning, they all snap to attention before saying in unison, “Sir, yes sir!”

With that, Krell turned and began storming out of the bridge, stopping just before he got to the door. He turned around walking back up to Doc and getting in his space. “I still expect those reports to be filled out on time, Captain.”

“Of course, sir,” Doc says, keeping his voice level.

He watches Krell leave before looking around at the shocked and terrified faces of his brothers. He sighs, bringing his hand back up to his bleeding lip. “It’s alright,” he says softly, trying to comfort them. “Everyone just try to get back to your work so that this day might end a bit better than it began.”

He looks around, seeing all of the fear on his brothers faces as they silently turn back to their duties. None of them are much older than him. Maybe three of the men he can see are the same age as him, but the rest are all younger.

He sighs, trying not to think about how terrified they must be. He needs to be strong for them like his brothers were for him when he first began the never-ending nightmare of serving in the 904th.

“Lieutenant,” he says.

“Yes, sir?”

“I am going to go to the med bay. Could you have someone go to the captain’s quarters and bring the data pad here? I am going to work on the bridge once I am done.”

“Of course, sir.”

Doc gives a small smile. “Thank you.” He lowers his voice. “Have someone notify me once the General has returned to his quarters for the night cycle. Once it has been cleared with me, begin phase one of the geode protocol. Can you do that?”

The lieutenant pulls back, his eyes lighting up slightly at the mention of the secret order. “Of course, sir.”

Doc puts his hand on the trooper’s shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “Thank you.” He began to walk out of the bridge, stopping to turn back toward the lieutenant. “Comm me if anything is needed. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

With that, Doc began his walk toward the medbay, his lip dripping blood onto his plain white armor the entire time.

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