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"Too far behind enemy lines for retrieval. Situation too dangerous to risk further lives and resources to attempt rescue. Delay Separatist forces as long as possible"

That's what the message from command said. They were going to abandon us there to die, hoping we'd slow the Separatists down long enough for some other unit to swoop in grab the hostile VIP's and project materials and bug out. All part of the job, right?

We were supposed to delay an incoming Separatist assault force of unknown size with two gunships, two TX-130 Saber-class fighter tanks and thirty three troopers. Didn't matter that we were dangerously low on ammunition and there to provide security for a group of medical volunteers giving aid to civilians injured during the fighting. Our lives are expendable, been told that since they took us out of the pods on Kamino, but civilians? Aid workers? Children? The Lieutenant gave the order to prep the the wounded for evac, said they didn't need to know that none was coming, said that giving them hope was kinder than telling them the truth.

The droids didn't discriminate between civilian and trooper, they just started shelling the building and firing rockets at us. One hit the wall I was taking cover behind and threw me across the room. Right before I blacked out I saw the Lieutenant get hit as he popped up to come get me. When I woke up I was on a stretcher on board a Venator class star destroyer being tended to by medics from the 184th. I didn't know what the hell was going on but I couldn't move.

"udesii! Easy, easy, You're gonna be fine. You took a blow to the head and you have some shrapnel near your spine, we can take it out no problem. I'll send your brothers in, I can give you ten minutes then we've got to get you into surgery"

All I could see was the ceiling above me but I heard footsteps and armour plates clacking as my brothers entered the room. They looked like they'd been through hell, covered in scratches bruises and blaster burns. They filled me in on what happened after I had lost consciousness. The other unit we'd been ordered to buy time for hadn't taken kindly to the news that a field hospital was being sacrificed just so they could snatch some high profile Seps and came to get us. Apparently command had ordered them to leave us and jump out of system with their prisoners but their CO had used some colourful Mandalorian phrases to explain how that wasn't going to happen. The 184th had blasted the droid column from orbit then airlifted us out and had set course for Coruscant. The civvies and what was left of our platoon were going to the GAR barracks for treatment and debrief while the 184th were being reassigned.

"Time's up, gotta get you into surgery now... unless you like not being able to move? No? Right then, you lads get yourselves seen to. By the time we're done with him he'll be good as new, you can pick him up from the med bay in the barracks."

I tried the fight the anaesthesia long enough to ask someone to tell their CO thank you but those were some powerful drugs.

"No need, ner'vod, we don't leave people behind"

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Hopefully that makes sense, if it doesn't I apologise, I kept getting distracted and forgot the back story I'd thought up.
Couldn't think of any clone units besides the 212th, 187th or Neyo's troops then a quick google search brought up the 442nd and they didn't seem to do much so I thought I'd stick them in. Sorry if they're your favourite unit but most of them survived

Description
"Too far behind enemy lines for retrieval. Situation too dangerous to risk further lives and resources to attempt rescue. Delay Separatist forces as long as possible"

That's what the message from command said. They were going to abandon us there to die, hoping we'd slow the Separatists down long enough for some other unit to swoop in grab the hostile VIP's and project materials and bug out. All part of the job, right?

We were supposed to delay an incoming Separatist assault force of unknown size with two gunships, two TX-130 Saber-class fighter tanks and thirty three troopers. Didn't matter that we were dangerously low on ammunition and there to provide security for a group of medical volunteers giving aid to civilians injured during the fighting. Our lives are expendable, been told that since they took us out of the pods on Kamino, but civilians? Aid workers? Children? The Lieutenant gave the order to prep the the wounded for evac, said they didn't need to know that none was coming, said that giving them hope was kinder than telling them the truth.

The droids didn't discriminate between civilian and trooper, they just started shelling the building and firing rockets at us. One hit the wall I was taking cover behind and threw me across the room. Right before I blacked out I saw the Lieutenant get hit as he popped up to come get me. When I woke up I was on a stretcher on board a Venator class star destroyer being tended to by medics from the 184th. I didn't know what the hell was going on but I couldn't move.

"udesii! Easy, easy, You're gonna be fine. You took a blow to the head and you have some shrapnel near your spine, we can take it out no problem. I'll send your brothers in, I can give you ten minutes then we've got to get you into surgery"

All I could see was the ceiling above me but I heard footsteps and armour plates clacking as my brothers entered the room. They looked like they'd been through hell, covered in scratches bruises and blaster burns. They filled me in on what happened after I had lost consciousness. The other unit we'd been ordered to buy time for hadn't taken kindly to the news that a field hospital was being sacrificed just so they could snatch some high profile Seps and came to get us. Apparently command had ordered them to leave us and jump out of system with their prisoners but their CO had used some colourful Mandalorian phrases to explain how that wasn't going to happen. The 184th had blasted the droid column from orbit then airlifted us out and had set course for Coruscant. The civvies and what was left of our platoon were going to the GAR barracks for treatment and debrief while the 184th were being reassigned.

"Time's up, gotta get you into surgery now... unless you like not being able to move? No? Right then, you lads get yourselves seen to. By the time we're done with him he'll be good as new, you can pick him up from the med bay in the barracks."

I tried the fight the anaesthesia long enough to ask someone to tell their CO thank you but those were some powerful drugs.

"No need, ner'vod, we don't leave people behind"

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Hopefully that makes sense, if it doesn't I apologise, I kept getting distracted and forgot the back story I'd thought up.
Couldn't think of any clone units besides the 212th, 187th or Neyo's troops then a quick google search brought up the 442nd and they didn't seem to do much so I thought I'd stick them in. Sorry if they're your favourite unit but most of them survived