"Move it you useless maggots!" screamed the Commander from underneath his plain white helmet. He stared at the several faceless humans increasing their rapid pace to please their Commander; all of them were skeletons when they wore their identical armour. Was it to scare people? He didn't know. All he knew was that it was his duty to train these useless beings. On his home world. Rain shattered down from the violent sky. It wore a façade of destruction, horror and depression. His golden eyes focused on the soaking wet training platform, homing in on the troops as they ran from one end of the platform to the other. He hated drills; nobody lived up to his expectations, at least, not anymore. "I said move it!"

He felt himself sweating underneath his helmet like he lived on a dust ball in the middle of nowhere. Desperately resisting the troublesome urge to take off his helmet, he continued to watch these idiotic excuses of soldiers as if he was a droid that was about to explode. Anger screamed from his eyes like the violent storm brewing above him.  He wanted to pull the trigger on all of them; to put them and himself out of misery. He wanted to trade them in for his own blood. The blood that lived to the high expectations and legacy they had left.  "Get inside!" He yelled, not wanting to endure anymore of this pain they were putting him through. "You're all pathetic useless idiots!"  He gazed at them throughout his helmet with an impressed look as they swiftly fell into a sloppy formation and marched inside. He watched as the rain continued to shatter down the soaking wet armour. He followed them inside. 

After yelling at his troops in training, he stormed off to his private quarters.  With a cold heart, he pulled the helmet from his head, revealing the face of Jango Fett. No wait that's wrong. It was the face of the legendary Commander Cody, with his huge scar running down his face. He looked at himself in the mirror. A stressed and tired face stared back at him. Two desperate golden eyes wanted him to stop doing this. But he had no choice. He was bound by orders, like every other Trooper in the Empire.  What had he become? He sighed as he carelessly slumped on the rock hard thing that was called a bed. He felt his armour creak as he did so. Useless for protection, this nasty looking armour was nothing like the armour he was once proud to wear. Now, he was just another faceless skeleton like the rest of his fellow Stormtroopers. Glaring at his reflection, he remembered the honour he once had...and his brothers fighting beside him. Now it was all gone - by a single command he mindlessly obeyed. And that cost him the life of his old friend...Obi-Wan Kenobi. He should've listened to them. He should've trusted them. But no, he ignored them. Seeing his helmet, he picked it up before harshly throwing it against the wall.

Slowly, he sank to the floor in tears.

A few hours slowly ticked by. They  happily tortured Cody with memories of the past. They stabbed him in the heart like a blade piercing through him. Staring at the helmet  only made things worse. It forced him to see what he had lost; his brothers, his friends, his general and his freedom to be who he was. He wanted to end this. He wanted to curl up in a ball and fade away, like every other clone on this planet. He wanted to be where his brothers where - where they could all be happy. Or at least, together. He wanted to go back to the good old days, yet he couldn't because it was simply impossible. He had witnessed the Force do some weird and whacky things in the past, but he doubted it could send him back in time. He wanted to fix everything.

Bleep. Bleep. Bleep.

He looked at his wrist to see a white light impatiently flashing on his comlink. Putting on his best professional Commander face, he anxiously activated it like a Loth Cat toying with something new. "This is Commander Cody."

"Lord Vader urgently requests your presence," replied a startled voice. 

"Tell him I'm on my way." Cody deactivated the comlink as he sighed stressfully. His golden eyes wondered around the dully lit room; he carelessly thought of all of the reasons why Vader would want to see a meat droid.  He swiftly stood up and mechanically forced himself to put the claustrophobic helmet back over his head, stealing his identity. Blaster in hands, he marched out of his room to join the streaming hallways of idiotic  Stormtroopers. Silently he marched past several droids as they totted or rolled to their various destinations, like the humans on this planet. the impractically designed helmet that sat on his head made life far more difficult as he couldn't see where he was going half of the time. Eventhough they said the visor would improve visual range, many troopers had casually walked into the walls and into eachother. 

Sighing, he put that thought to the side. He focused on getting through the maze of hallways and walking away from Vader still in one piece. The walk quietly passed as he approached an office. This hallway he anxiously stood in was off limits to any one who wasn't an officer. Cody disguised his anxiousness with determination and loyalty, just like every other Trooper does. Keeping a straight face, he stood in front of the door. Just as he was going to push the buzzer to alert his presence to this Sith Lord he'd heard so much about, the door swiftly moved aside...

Heavy mechanical breathing forcefully boomed through his ears; fear struck him in the back as if it was a Lightsaber. Immediately intimidated by this monstrous noise, he carefully searched the door way to find where it was coming from. Instantly he could make out a shadowy figure that blended in with the dark, musty room he was staring into; the shadowy figure glared back at him. Suddenly, it valiantly stormed to him. All he did was stand and stare at it. Towering higher and higher with each step it took, the figure peered over everything, including him.  A cloak flowed behind the figure like a ghost that had attached itself to its latest victim. Several buttons casually flashed on the figure's belt and chest. The figure stopped less than a foot from him. Leather encased the tall figure. A samurai like helmet encased the mysterious figure's face. Two translucent visors blankly stared at him, whist the grilled part, that covered the mouth and nose faintly breathed out smoke.

"Commander Cody." A robotic voice blared out of the figured mask, making the clone Commander jump. "We have much to discuss."

"Y-yes My L-lord," shakily agreed Cody as he watched the Sith Lord dramatically turn around; his cloak flowed as he did so, matching his every move. Knowing it was best to follow the clone quick marched into the dark office. Darkness oozed off the walls, sending a spine chilling thought down his back. Seeing his helmet reflecting in the faded light that refracted off the Sith's helmet, he shifted the vile thoughts in his head aside and made himself seem loyal, brave and disciplined. Entering the main part of the office, he watched as the Sith Lord casually retreated to his chair behind a desk. 

"Do you know why I summoned you?" asked the Sith.

"No sir," replied Cody in military mode.

"There has been a shift in the Force," simply stated Vader, "And it's only growing stronger by the minute. This is due to the remaining Jedi who weren't killed during Order 66. I had a vision last night of Kenobi...he is alive and well."  His emotionless façade simply watched the aging clone as his jawline dropped, revealing a small hint of shock to the masked Sith. "You reported that you killed him, soldier. Why did you lie to your Emperor?"

"Sir," replied Cody, fearing for his own life (and secretly relieved that Kenobi was supposedly alive), "The fall he took when the AT-TE shot him is impossible for anyone, let alone a Force sensitive, to survive. We searched for his body and found nothing."

"You think you can out smart me?" ferociously demanded Vader, slamming a hand on his desk. "You are an insolent traitor to the Empire. I knew I should have put you down, like most of your other...brothers." He paused; he stood up from his desk and paced around the clone Commander, like a predator ready to strike its prey down.  Confidently circling him, he continued to strike fear into his heart. "I would make you suffer like you deserve to. You deserve to rot in a cell where no one will ever see or hear you again. However, I'm in a generous mood. I'm willing to give you a single chance to redeem yourself."

Cody looked at him with confused eyes. Was this monsterous machine about to kill him or let him live, knowing how much he feared him? Who the heck was behind that mask? Cody shuddered at all of the possibilities of who it could be behind the mask. Maybe it was just a droid? Maybe it was Anakin Skywalker? No. That sounded far too extreme; Skywalker would have never betrayed the Republic or the Jedi. 

"I am sending you off world," informed Vader, still circling the Clone, as he stared into his soul. "You will travel to Lothal. There you will find an ancient Jedi Temple. There is something in there I want you to retrieve...precious cargo that must be brought to me alive."

"What is this precious cargo?" asked Cody, slightly alarmed. 

"You will know it when you see it." replied Vader as he circled his prey one final time. He stormed valiantly out of the devilish office, leaving the poor clone to fear for his life.