CC-1058 "Ramikad"

"The only people I trust are the men who got my back out in the field." - CC-1058, Commander Ramikad Galaxywave.

Prologue
CS-1058 watched as the explosions lit up the night sky in the distance. His squad watched in awe as the red-orange light imitated a sunrise on the horizon. The sergeant motioned the troopers to follow using hand signals, and without saying a word, the soldiers obeyed. CS-1058, Ramikad Galaxywave, looked behind him as they trudged through the rain towards a complex militia base. All the troopers watched Ram's every move as if they would point out the slightest flaw in his tactic. Just as they neared the fortified wall, Ramikad, using different signals than before, ordered the troops into the bushes. Two teams were created in the process as the ducked to the sides of the open pathway. As Ram took a count of the troopers, he soon saw that they had gained a trooper when they split apart. He soon realized who it was causing his confusion. His superior was waiting on the other side of him with the second team. The clone was a captain, definitely outranking the sergeant. Ram knew a lot of captains, but he didn't know this one all too well. In fact, he hadn't known this trooper until the mission briefing. The sergeant nodded to the captain as a sign that they were all ready. The captain gave signals that the team all knew were to stealthily take out the droid guards on the wall. Ram remembered firing cables above the wall and waiting for the corporal to give an all clear. He snapped his head back to the present as his team crouched by the wall. He began to wonder why the Separatists didn't have infrared scanners. As they waited on the wall, the captain fired a single bolt into the head of a droid. The droid's body fell to the ground outside of the wall. Ram instantly went into an instinctive attack mode as he launched a cable up the wall. His team did the same. The troopers pulled themselves on top of the wall as several blasts barely missed them. The sergeant used another hand signal to order the troopers to stay put on the wall as he slid down towards the gate console. He tapped the buttons and keys furiously, struggling to open the gate. Ram soon gave up and blasted the controls with his DC-15s carbine. The gate slowly lowered as the other team finally made their way into the base. Ram took cover behind a few ration crates as he returned fire at the hidden enemy. Soon, all fire had ceased; the droids seemed to be defeated. Only a few casualties for the Republic troops. So far so good, Ram thought as they walked to the Headquarters. About halfway between the wall and the HQ, Ram felt uneasy about something. Perhaps he was just becoming paranoid. Suddenly, spotlights from the four towers at the corners of the wall lit up the area they now stood in. They had been caught. Ram looked around watching as droids appeared everywhere, surrounding them. There was no escaping this one by the looks of the odds. The troops opened fire on the enemy as the droids did the same. Ram grabbed a Z-6 rotary blaster cannon from a fallen trooper and began blasting away. This was the last stand for the unit. A trooper next to the sergeant was firing perpendicular to him when he suddenly turned around to find a B2 droid with it's arm pointed towards his head. The blast stunned Ram, even though it hadn't even hit him. He soon found that only a few troopers including himself and the captain were all that remained. The massive force of the droids soon ceased fire, as well as the defeated clones. Ram dropped the Z-6 and DC-15s that had been sheathed on his back. The captain nodded to the rest of the men and they too dropped their weapons. As they did, CS-1058, slid his helmet off (something he rarely did, especially in combat) and began to hum the tune to the Republic's version of Vode An. As he was only a few words into it, the captain joined in and then the rest of the troopers. The humming quickly became actual words as the droids drew closer to them, blasters raised and in arms. This was the end for all of them...

Betrayal
"It takes a lot to make a man cry... but it also takes a man to admit he did."

- CT-1058, Ramikad Galaxywave

Sleep was impossible. As part of one of the the newest battalions, Ramikad Galaxywave couldn't find the need to rest. He was anxious. He could hardly believe that in approximately five hours, he would finally get to see live combat on Dantooine. The voice of his training Sergeant could still be heard with the quote said numerous times: "You are all a part of something great. Teamwork is what makes you better than any other army." Ram's thoughts swirled and he felt like vomiting on the spot. He felt his head pulse and thump as kept trying to recall any helpful advice from his past. It occurred to him that the republic trooper Galaxywave, whom he based his last name on, had been just like him right now: nervous. He suddenly felt an unusual sensation. It was calm and relaxed, but also serious. He realized what it was. It was the captain of the unit behind him. Every time he had a weird thought, it would describe someone's personality, allowing him to detect people that can't be seen. Back on Kamino, people had called this odd way of detecting someone a "gift". Ram thought it was more of a 6th sense or something. He was told that his clone batch was part of a new experiment that used a sample of a Force sensitive being (they were never sure if the person was Sith or Jedi). Unfortunately, the operation was a failure; all the troops suffered major brain damage and were terminated. Ram was the lucky one and had no signs of any deformation or other problems. All that was different was that he had the weird way of detecting someone. The door finally opened after several long minutes of silence. The captain looked at Ram, staring him down. "We're approaching the landing zone," the captain said, "so be ready in the next couple of hours. I'm counting on you to ensure that your troops are loaded on the gunships and ready for action." Ram felt like scratching his nose since the itch was unbearable, but he overcame the temptation. "Yes sir," Ramikad replied,"I'll be sure the men know what the mission is." The captain suddenly looked like he was shocked to hear that, even though Ram thought this was what the captain wanted to hear. "Actually," the captain began,"we're not going to tell them. Morale is a great tool, but since you're all new, I don't want you overestimating the enemy. We're capable of more than what you think, but we're not invincible. This may be confusing, I know, but trust me, this is better for them." Ramikad made no sense out of what the captain said. He felt enraged that his troops weren't going to be told what they were facing. "Sir, with all do respect, the men need to know what we're doing," Ram said,"If we don't tell them, they may be unprepared and we'll lose. The men will die, and we'll fail, just because you wanted to keep Special Operations missions a secret... and from your own men." The captain turned for the door. "Goodnight, See Es ten fifty-eight," he said as the doors parted and he vanished behind them. The sense was now faint, but still there. Ram forced himself to stop thinking of the captain as he sat on his bunk. Stress suddenly devoured him. What was this battle really going to feel like? He would just have to wait and see.

Ramikad hadn't really thought about it much, but what would occur if a civilian village were caught between the battle, or even worse, the war itself? Would they become refugees or ashes? The sound of the LAAT's humming disrupted his thoughts as he entered the hangar. Ram had never seen so many gunships aligned together. He counted at least a dozen before he put himself in his very own: a teal and cyan striped one, designated as the secondary command vessel (the primary command was completely teal and cyan). As he looked back, he saw the flight officers waving the ships out of the hangar. The doors suddenly closed, and Ram jumped back, startled. He felt like a scared child, afraid of everything in the galaxy. He looked at the other troops. All privates and private first classes. Their white, colorless armor hurt his eyes. He wasn't sure why, but he felt like he was a lower rank than all of them. Ram took his helmet off and glared into the visor. It's black shiny color reflected his face. He could see the scars he received when he was still a child. The LAAT rocked from left to right. They were hit. Ram slid the helmet back on and tapped the buttons on his wrist to contact the pilots. "CT-2385, Phix, what's going on out there?" Ram asked. He heard static and then a short pause. After just ten seconds, he heard static again. "Phix, are you there? Do you copy?" he tried once more. Another static and pause. Ram accepted the fact that Phix was dead and tried to contact the co-pilot. "Tyze, I can't get a hold of Phix, can you explain why the ship is losing altitude?" he said to his arm. No reply. "CT-1149, do you read me?" Ram asked furiously. Still nothing. So the pilots were dead and the ship was just moments from wrecking into the ground. He turned to face his men, who were already equipping rocket packs and opening the doors. One by one, they left the ship and landed on the surface. As the last trooper jumped off, Ram heard something coming closer to them. Then he looked at the engines and saw engine coolant and fuel dripping down the sides. In the distance he identified an enemy fighter closing in on the gunship as it opened fired. One shot seemed to be lucky enough to spark the fuel into igniting the liquid into flames and roaring towards the still burning engines. Ram grabbed the last rocket pack and held it tightly in his arms. He looked down and saw that the gunship was already scraping the bottom panel. He was too late; the engines suddenly blew apart and shattered the gunship as it hurdled towards a large rock formation. Ram felt the impact and was thrown into the rear bulkhead. Watching helplessly from his position, he tried to take a quick inventory on his supplies before bracing for a harder impact. The LAAT slammed into a large tree before dragging through the dirt and coming to a halt. The sound and smell of burning fuel and metal made him nauseous as he pulled himself away from the wreckage. Ramikad Galaxywave, experiencing his first live combat, wasn't enjoying the Clone War at all... . More coming soon...

Unearthing
After the long sleepless mission on Dantooine, Ramikad Galaxywave, struggling to control his thoughts and emotions, returned to Coruscant for answers to his unnatural talents. As he entered the Jedi Temple, he noticed how many other clones roamed the halls. Strangely, he already knew where he was going, even though he'd never been inside the temple before. Only a month into the Clone War and Ram already started to despise it. The stress was just to much for him. As he neared the temple's library, he felt a nudge on his shoulder, a mental nudge. He turned around and saw a Jedi he thought knew rather well. "General Plo Koon," Ram said,"It's an honor to meet you." The Jedi looked confused, and suddenly started to chuckle. Ram slid his helmet off, something he rarely did. "I'm Sarien Primecrater," the Jedi said,"and this is my Company: Wolfpack Unit." The troopers Ram hadn't seen began sliding their helmets off. He looked at the design of the armor: blue-grey color in a pattern similar to that of the 104th. Ram studied the troopers carefully, and soon he noticed that some of them weren't clones at all. However, the only non-clones appeared to be female. "I assume you want to recruit me to join your unit?" Ram questioned. Sarien looked stunned to hear this. "Yes, but..." Sarien paused,"Nevermind, but would you join us, Sergeant?" Ram looked at the library again, then back at the general. "I don't see why not," Ram said. Truthfully, Ram hadn't wanted to join at all, but he did so anyways, as if he was forced to do so. The Jedi and his troopers walked away, leaving Ram to get to the library without anymore interruptions. Suddenly, he noticed that Sarien never said where or when they were going so Ram could learn more on the unit. He just continued into the library. An elderly human female made her way towards him. "Welcome to the Jedi Archives," she said,"Let me know if you need help finding anything." Ram nodded a confirmation and looked around the shelves. He felt another mental poke, and turned to a vault at the end of the library. He looked back at the elder woman, who was talking to another person. Ram crept towards the vault controls and tried to hack his way through. The door opened just slightly. Thankfully, it was enough to slip past. As he entered, Ram saw a large array of blue lights and cubes. He let the mental poking guide him to one of the cubes glowing brighter than the rest. Ram grabbed the cube and hid it in his pack. As he was slipping the pack back on, he heard chattering and what appeared to be the sound of lightsabers activating. This isn't good... Ram thought. He looked up and saw an air duct just above him. He looked back down the aisle and saw the light of a lightsaber coming closer. He jumped to the vent, an almost impossible jump to most people, and sealed the entry with a fusion cutter in his pack. Ram crawled down the vent back into the Archives, where the shaft let out on the bottom of the second floor. He stood up and put the covering back over the vent and acted like nothing happened. Something about the cube had made him want to take it like this. He felt guilt consume him as he left the library. Ram chose to return to his quarters back at the barracks and examine the cube himself. He had a feeling this was worth the trouble, despite that it was just a glowing block.

"This is the Coruscant Guard. Come out with your hands up," said a voice from behind the door. Ramikad quickly gathered all of his essentials into one backpack. He slid his helmet over his head and made his way to the one window in his room. Proceeding to break it open, he soon began gripping the edge of the exterior side as he shuffled slowly across the building. When he finally reached another, he removed it from its frame and slid into the room. Then, he put the window back to its original position and walked out of the room he was now in. The Guards were still examining his quarters by the time he left the building. As he sat in the seat of a Y-wing bomber, Ram continued to study the blue cube. Suddenly, it began to glow brighter, but only slightly. Something told him that he should use the bomber to navigate to wherever the block glowed its brightest. He began to power on the ship's systems and take off. It was then that he looked back at the astromech seated in the socket. It was an R3 series droid by it's looks, but Ram already knew not to judge something by its looks. "Hey there little guy," Ram said to the droid as it powered on. The droid appeared to have been left behind when the bomber returned before Ram hijacked it. The droid responded with text flashing onto the screen. ''Hello Republic trooper. I = R7-G1. You = hero, I = pleased to meet you'', it replied. Ram couldn't help but smile as the ship left the Coruscant atmosphere. He began putting in coordinates in which he had never imagined. They lead to a planet by the name of Voss. The ship soon made the jump into the blue and white lighting of hyperspace.

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"Jedi Crash"
"Greed and fear of loss are the roots that lead to the tree of evil."

- Clone Wars Season 1 Ep.13

Coming soon.

History
As part of an experimental clone batch designed specifically to hunt down Jedi and rouge Sith, CC-1058 - or more commonly referred to as Ramikad Galaxywave - excelled in training, which resulted in a premature promotion to Staff Sergeant. When creating the template, an unknown Force Sensitive "donated" a large midichlorian-filled sample for the process. During the first few stages of development, as the inhibitor chip was being placed into the embryos, an error occurred in the system which caused all but one of the clones to die before being released from their growth jars. Being the only survivor of this batch and the Kaminoans unsure of any defects with the design, CC-1058 was quickly placed into advanced training along with a Republic Commando squad. With his training advancing in Spec Ops and a larger demand for infantry troopers, CC-1058, after finishing memorizing Mando'a from his trainer, was placed under a training infantry unit code named Cadet Beta squad. Cadet Beta squad was a combination of highly advanced and intelligent clone troops, but kept secret until after the First Battle of Geonosis. From there, they were separated: CC-1058 appeared to be more advanced than anticipated. As an excellent tool and weapon, CC-1058's programming wouldn't activate at the same time as the other clones (it was insisted that this would be programmed on a timer rather than a remote). He would betray the Jedi Order sooner than Order 66 would even be activated. However, this programming was flawed and rather than correcting the issue when he returned to Kamino after assisting in the Battle of Ringo Vinda while escorting a clone who suffered a damaged inhibitor chip, the Kaminoans chose to wait until after the Clone Wars to terminate CC-1058 remotely by inserting the programming while doing his routine check-up that all clones who were in contact with the ill one had to take. Fortunately, this would never happen due to many "incidents" which miraculously damaged only the remote termination programming, but nothing more.

Intel Investigation
"...the mission won't be an easy feat," the admiral was saying as Ramikad suddenly woke from a daydream. "Right," Ram said, trying to sound like he had been paying attention. He had just closed his eyes and visioned a massive tank about to fire at him in Mandalorian armor. He had a darksaber and a blue lightsaber, which wouldn't fair well for him. The admiral must have known that Ram was still half awake since she restated the mission for the fifth time. "This is a one-way operation, you'll each be tasked with taking out one support wire out of the five," she said. "Together, you'll inflict enough damage to cause the base to collapse into the deep crater it was built on. Since there are three of you, I recommend that you focus on the northern-most section. But I trust that you will...". Ram lost interest again and looked at the crew. Juley and Wedge were staring into each other's eyes. Ram rolled his eyes at the sight of them. He hadn't forgiven them for the incident on Coruscant. Confiscating most of his weapons, wasn't how Ram thought he'd befriend them. Nonetheless, they were to work together and destroy the outpost. Ram suddenly realized that the admiral had said this was a one-way mission. That meant they would either die during the attack, or they would have to find their own way back to the Republic. He was now completely stressed out. The admiral was still babbling when he left the room. A nice covert operation LAAT painted a full black color was waiting for them. Ram slid his helmet on and gripped the handle on the ceiling. Juley and Wedge were walking side-by-side and smiling at each other. Ram made a sickening gesture as if he was pretending to vomit at the scene then waving them to hurry into the gunship. They got aboard and looked at who their pilot was. Actually, the pilot was nonexistent. The ship itself was powered by a remote system. Ram looked at the two Jedi who shared the same theory as himself: the LAAT was going to be destroyed. Hopefully, the pair of Jedi he was with knew what Ram had in mind for that. A red glow emanated from the roof. Ram knew this was the stand-by light. The two Jedi seemed to not care or know that. As they arrived, the doors opened, revealing a large station suspended by five wires over a deep hole. The Jedi, in their space combat suits and helmets, stood confused as three anti-vehicle batteries opened fire at the gunship. Ram grabbed jump packs from the footlocker and equipped one on himself, and the others on the Jedi, who were still stunned by the amount of laser fire. He looked at both of them, expecting them to see what he was about to do, but saw no spark in their minds. One of the batteries, all of them still firing away, seemed to be locked on to the gunship, taking aim at the poorly cloaked vessel. Ram knew the next shot it made would destroy the ship with everyone inside if they didn't do something. He shoved each Jedi off the ship before jumping off himself. The fall was about 125 feet above the base (the asteroid was large and heavy enough to contain its own gravitational pull). Ram saw the batteries successfully hit the ship. Debris rained from the explosion and he dodged each each large chunk of fiery metal. He looked around to find the Jedi, who were apparently separated from him and each other. Raising his wrist to the bottom of his chin, Ram activated the communications and began to speak. "Juley, Wedge, what's your location? And do you guys need help?" he asked them. He felt a long pause as he cut a hole into the ventilation systems and hopped in beginning to crawl. "Yeah, we're fine, but we got separated," he heard Juley say. Probably for the best at this point Ram thought. "Strange," Ram said, looking at his datapad. "According to the trackers, you're both positioned accurate to where we need to be. Just follow the air ducts, you're on your own from here. Comm silence, y'know," he finished. Wedge and Juley's colored dots on his datapad began to move before coming to a halt, then moving again in straight paths slowly. Ram continued through his duct before reaching a vent cover above a control room. It was likely that data was stored there. He lifted off the cover and looked around at the unsuspecting droids. He tossed a droid popper in the middle of them all (hoping to save EMPs and the data) and watched as the electricity deactivated them. He jumped down and blasted the door controls, sealing them to ensure a counter-attack wasn't possible. Ram started to scan the terminal for valuable information. Nothing was seen except records of casualties, bank withdrawals, and Separatist senators. Suddenly, something caught his eye. A blueprint of a heavily armored tank was lit up on the screen. The tank was just like the one Ram had envisioned not too long ago. It was a large magnificent machine, and could be easily manufactured. If the Republic could use these tanks, their chances of winning the war would skyrocket. He looked more into the data. It turned out the data was going to be deleted from the terminal anyways and be sent to someone by the name of Poggle the Lesser. Poggle's terminal was located on Geonosis from the remaining data. This could be extremely helpful if he could remember telling the Republic officers. He downloaded the blueprint to a separate datapad before deleting it from the terminal. Ram suddenly remembered the mission objective he was originally assigned to do. He left the room by climbing back into the ducts and made his way to a marked position on his datapad. Ram began cutting a hole into the side of the vent with his fussion cutter. His view was perfect. The wire was just below him. All he needed to do was set a charge outside and detonate it remotely from a Separatist cargo ship. After placing the detonator, he began to crawly even further down the vents until he reached a hangar filled with supply ships. He picked one that was small and empty. As he began to exit the hangar in the ship, he contacted Juley and Wedge, whom he hoped they had finished their job. "Generals, I've finished placing my detonator," he said,"if you guy are done, I'll swing around and try to pick you up." Ram flew around the base in a circular pattern, drawing the attention of the turrets as Juley and Wedge jumped aboard the cargo vessel. Ram hit the detonation switch and heard a loud explosion behind him, and then the sound of crashing metal. The ship's rear door closed while laser fire missed the ship as the vessel jumped into hyperspace. Juley and Wedge sat next to Ram as he navigated the ship out of hyperspace and towards a Republic cruiser. "I found this while exploring the base," Ram said handing over the datapad to Juley who passed it to Wedge. "We're gonna have to lock this thing up tight once we get aboard the Accumulator," Ram continued. The Separatists were sure to notice that the data wasn't sent. And whoever this Poggle the Lesser was, he was about to be discovered by the entire Republic military.

"Let me see what you've uncovered this time," Juley said as the group left the shuttle. Captain Caper came to report to them just as they were exiting the hangar. "Great work Juley and Wedge," he said. Then he looked to Ramikad. "I uncovered this from the base just before we blew it apart," he said before handing the datapad to Caper. The captain examined it thoroughly before switching it off and handing it back. Ram was puzzled by this. Caper just nodded and left the group to rest. Of course, Juley and Wedge returned to their quarters while Ram went into the most technological part of the ship: the bridge. As he arrived, Ram plugged the datapad into the holoterminal and began to tern it on. The image of a massive tank appeared before him. From the words now visible on the datapad, the tank was going to be ray shielded with heavy armor concealing an array of terrifying weapons of mass destruction. Missile launchers, rotating turrets, and only a crew of two pilots made this weapon more impressive to Ram than even an AT-TE or AV (anti-vehicle) cannon. If the Republic Senate would just allow him to make a large loan to build these things, the war would end in a heart beat. All they had to do was navigate the Accumulator all the way back to Coruscant.

"Defensive positions!" Ramikad said to his men as they made their way to the main hangar. A Separatist landing party had arrived abruptly after Ram studied the blueprints and the Jedi and Caper were transported to Kamino for trooper selection (the Jedi were told to pick from the several ARC troopers there who had no general to serve). They certainly wanted it back it seemed. As the men began kneeling behind whatever they could find as cover, Ram held up his fist to signal that they should stay back from the docking station's doors. Just as he did so, four bright lights started cutting a circular shape on the durasteel doors. The men aimed directly at them, ready to fire at a moment's notice. After the door was completely breached, the circular shape that was cut from the durasteel was launched into two men in the far back, killing them on impact. Ram looked over back at the door while hearing the sound of loud metal feet coming closer. He watched as the well-known General Grievous stomped through the hole in the still burning metal durasteel door. The general threw his cape onto a few unfortunate clones in the front, blinding them as he activated two lightsaber blades - one green, the other blue - and swung them through the blind troopers. Then, he pushed one of the bodies away from him and separated his other two arms and threw the other bodies at the men, whom all had just come to the realization to open fire. Ram couldn't resist a fight with the general. He quickly grabbed his lightsaber from his belt and watched the blade activate and come into contact with Grievous's. The general made a grunt before using his claw-like feet to push Ramikad away from the blades that were now activating in Grievous's other two arms, creating a total of four blades against Ram's single blade. Ram wouldn't go without a fight though. He swung his blade as hard as he most possibly could while the general was distracted with two other troopers whom he killed both. The blue blade managed to sever one of Grievous's arms. As the hand fell to the ground, Ram caught the lightsaber it was holding. Its green glow amazed him to the point that he left himself vulnerable. The general's three blades clashed once more with the newly claimed green blade. Ram took the opportunity to use his one free blade to cut another arm off, leaving the general's left side completely unarmed. The general stepped back as several magnaguards and BX-series commando droids marched out of the hole. "Sir, they've breached our position on the bridge," said the admiral's voice that Ram heard on his wrist comms,"they've sent in SBD's and destroyers, we won't stand much longer." Ram could only imagine what would happen to them. "Just hold them for as long as you can," he said to them,"and admiral... It was an honor to serve with you." The admiral sounded like she was crying. However, she appeared to collect herself and focus on the conversation. "Please, the honor was mine," she said before the sound of a blaster bolt hitting something and then a groan cut off the comms. Ram began blocking the electrostaffs from the incoming magnaguards. They were now overwhelming the rest of the troopers, killing them off one-by-one until Ram was all that stood. After he finished cutting down the two magnaguards in front of him, Ram looked over to Grievous who was now turning to the the hole in the door. Ramikad forced another contact between their sabers as the droids being described arrived from behind him. The magnaguards which Ram forgot to decimate, began to push their staffs into his back. The electricity pulsed through his body. He couldn't take much more. Ram felt like passing out on the spot, but he forced himself to stay conscious. His physical self eventually gave in and collapsed. He fell to the floor and turned his head to the side as if he were actually dead. Remaining conscious, Ram felt the droids dragging his body into the Separatist cruiser and closing the door behind them as they entered their own ship and detached from the Accumulator.

The prison cell was smaller than he expected. Ramikad let himself fall to the floor as the guards activated the red ray shield and moved into a guarding position with their blasters ready. It was going to be a long journey to Geonosis, but Ram knew that once they landed, he would be able to make his escape with the datapad. Wait, he thought, where was the datapad? He started to panic in his mind as he sat up and checked all over for it. Then he remembered that the droids took it away and locked it up. He would have to be insane to go after it now. And by the time they landed, it may be too late to escape. Ram quickly (he actually took about an hour and a half) came up with an escape plan by silently cutting and removing a bulkhead from the wall with his lightsaber - which he couldn't figure why they didn't take it after taking his ARC trooper armor - revealing a ventilation shaft parallel to his room. He crawled in as quietly as he most possibly could while looking back to ensure he wasn't being pursued. After reaching the end of the vent, Ram left the shaft and watched as squads of battledroids from different variants march and patrol the halls. Saving the datapad would not only be foolish, but it would also be a suicide attempt. He crept to the Separatist's main hangar where he saw the unimaginable: the prototype of the tank was waiting in the hangar, its crew was obviously getting ready to show it off. Strangely, the pilots were droids and not sentient beings as the schematics had shown before. Ram took so long admiring the weapon that he saw them begin to aim at him. He suddenly began to live the vision he had just one day ago. However, he wasn't in Mandalorian armor, nor did he have a darksaber. Ram sprinted to the tank with his saber ignited not even considering going back for his armor. Jumping onto the cabin and cutting a hole into the metal after evading the several missile lauchers and blaster cannons, Ram made his way into the tank and cut down the droids. Soon, he found that the tank was easier to drive than he thought. The missiles he fired destroyed the doors, preventing any droids from entering. After having his fun destroying all but one of the starfighters, Ram hopped out of the tank and entered a Separatist shuttle, steering it away from the cruiser and setting a hyperspace course for Coruscant. The blue and white light covered the viewport as the ship made the jump. He sat back in his chair, disappointed that the Separatists had won and achieved getting the blueprints to Geonosis. "This is very unfortunate news to hear, Sergeant," the Supreme Chancellor said to the trooper as he entered the office. Ramikad felt timid around the Jedi Council, who was also with the Chancellor. Stuck in his alternative armor - plain trooper armor only with his rank painted in the center in green and gold - Ram was embarrassed that he failed such an easy objective. The Council was observing him closely, which made him feel even more shy and afraid. They nodded to the Chancellor as he left the office before glaring down at Ram. He felt the armor start to collect his sweat. The one who appeared to be Mace Windu with a stern but generous look, began to eye him curiously and with particular interest. "Sergeant," Mace began to say,"you mentioned something about a... vision?" Ram looked up at the general. "Y-yes sir," he stuttered,"it was just like when I encountered the tank on their cruiser." A small green wrinkled Jedi - no doubt the Grand Master Yoda - walked towards them with two other Jedi as an escort - one with red hair and a beard and the other with dark brown hair, but a clean shaven face and a scar running down the side of his head. Ram emanated his disappointment in himself, and could be seen easily. "I sense fear in him Master Yoda," Anakin Skywalker said to the Jedi. "Much fear, yes. Your thoughts, Master Windu," Yoda said. Ram stood quietly while listening to the conversation going on. "I think he's a good choice, but will he hold the values of a true Jedi Knight is what concerns me," Mace replied. Just then, the doors opened and a group of clones entered the room. One of which was wearing blue armor that arranged into Jar'kai eyes who was, without a doubt, Captain Rex of the legendary 501st legion. "Generals," the captain said,"we're all prepared to leave for Geonosis on your command." Ram looked at Anakin, whom he knew by instinct was in command of them. Anakin glared back at Ram and smiled. "Masters," he said,"would it be appropriate to allow this Sergeant into my command?" Yoda looked up at Mace, who turned to Anakin and frowned. "No," he said."We can't risk this soldier's life in infantry ranks. Not yet at least." Mace then looked at Ramikad and smiled. "Take this time on Coruscant to rest, Sergeant." Yoda took a few steps forward towards Ram. "Your past, uncovered it has been. Your future, uncertain it will be. Focus, you will require. To see more visions, guidance in the Jedi Temple we will allow," Yoda finished before he and the rest of the Jedi left the room. Rex let his men exit first. He looked at Ram who was now out of the position of attention and taking off his helmet. "If it were up to me, I'd let you into the Five-oh-first. You're a good soldier, don't change that," he said before following the rest of the group. Ramikad sat on one of the couches and looked at the helmet in his lap. He didn't see the warrior everyone thought he was; he saw a failure who doomed the Republic.

"Weapons Factory"
"No gift is more precious than trust."

- Clone Wars Season 2 Ep.6

"It's all my fault. All of it is my fault," Ramikad was saying while in another dream. This dream was much like the one before, but this time it wasn't a tank he was fighting: it was Grievous. To think that encountering the general so early in his war career would give him nightmares was odd. However, in the vision, he was wearing the same armor as the one where he fought the tank. Two sabers - the darksaber and blue lightsaber - were once more the only weapons in hand. Confronting General Grievous again would wreak havoc on his stress levels. Though designed to avoid any stress, Ram was prone to being exhausted from it after battles and sometimes before them. One of the troopers in the room started to shake him to wake him up. Ram woke up so quickly, startled by the abrupt end to his dream, that he hit his head on the upper bunk. He felt his head fall back onto the pillow as it turned to look at the trooper. Suddenly, Ram's eyes widened in surprise. Commander Cody and Captain Rex stood before him and stared at the amazed sergeant. "This is him right?" Cody asked. Rex just nodded as a reply. Their helmets were on and the room appeared empty. "You alright, Sergeant?" Rex asked the still stunned Ram. "Y-yes, Captain. I-I'm fine," he responded. Having two of the most legendary clone officers even speak to him was a great honor itself. But then he realized: they weren't really talking to him, they were talking about him. Was he going to be punished for his failure? Would he be court-martialed? It was only a matter of when the news would be brought then. "Generals Kenobi, Mundi, and Skywalker have acknowledged a request for you to stay on Coruscant for a while," Cody said. "They've also requested your presence at the Temple, but they wouldn't say what exactly." Ram felt pleased that he wasn't receiving a punishment, but now he had to face his superiors before even thinking about taking down the tanks Poggle had already manufactured.

The Temple was as glorious as he remembered it. Jedi and their soldiers were everywhere; the halls, the library, the hangar, even the training room. As he entered the Council chambers, there sat almost all of its members - Anakin, Obi-wan, and Mundi were heading for Geonosis. It really was intimidating, all of the Jedi staring him down from their seats. The holoprojections were the only thing keeping him from feeling too nervous. "Sergeant, please step forward," Mace Windu said. Ram obeyed without hesitation. Some of the Council eyed him as if he'd done something wrong. Sure enough, Yoda sat just in front of him. Ram felt he knees shutter for just a moment as he snapped into the position of attention and saluted the Grand Master. "Follow me, you should," Yoda said as he grabbed his cane and began walking out of the room. Ram, assuming he was dismissed, followed the Jedi to a small and secluded room. The blinds were shut and only two seats were visible in the dark. Ram let Yoda take his choice between the two before allowing himself to sit. He watched the Jedi cross his legs and he too did the same. The master's eyes were shut, but his mind looked and felt focused. Wait, felt? Ram hadn't forgotten his 'gift' from the Kaminoans, but he just never thought he could feel something so... calm. Something focused, tranquil, and at peace. Ram's eyes shut as well, but he struggled to find what he was supposed to be focused on. Then, the vision resumed. There, just in front of his face, was the dreaded General Grievous. The sound of Yoda speaking interrupted the vision. "Hmm, a predictable future this may be. But, always in motion, the future is," he said. Ram couldn't help but speak. He was afraid. "General, with all do respect, why do you want me for this?" was the exact sentence that escaped his mouth. Yoda's eyes opened slowly. "A great future, you may have. Your past, a mystery, it may be. But your future... A Jedi, you can become," he told the clone. Ram felt shocked by this news, even though he already knew that his ancestor - who was the addition to the Jango template - had a high midichlorian count but left the Jedi Order when she was just a Padawan. "To Dantooine, you must return," Yoda finished before he left the clone alone in the room. Ram concentrated once more with his eyes closed. An image of Dantooine filled his vision. The entrance to an ancient temple with two Jedi statues on the sides soon opened. Inside, the caves were dark and filled with fear. Skeletal remains of former Jedi and Sith alike covered its floors. The main room was large with five pillars on the left and right sides leading a path to a small door. Just then, the vision ended with the sound of a lightsaber activating the last thing Ram remembered from the dream. Dream. They were visions, not dreams: actual occurrences of future events. That temple was just so intriguing to him. Ram suddenly heard his wrist comms alert him of a contact. "Sergeant," said a female voice."You will be assisting me, my Padawan and my soldiers on Geonosis after the shield is down on Poggle's factory." Ram responded by asking,"Which general are you, ma'am?" The comms resumed instantly afterwards. "I am Master Luminara Unduli, Sergeant. Be ready to leave in the next hour." Ramikad knew now that the Temple would have to wait.

More coming soon.

Exploration
Coming soon.

"Grievous Intrigue"
"For everything you gain, you lose something else."

- Clone Wars Season 2 Ep.9

Coming soon.

"ARC Troopers"
"Fighting a war tests a soldier's skills, defending his home tests a soldier's heart."

- Clone Wars Season 3 Ep.2

Coming soon.

Negotiations
"There's many things that separate me from these Mandalorians, the main one is a duty to something more than a handful of people. I live to serve an entire republic, but they are the terrorists to us. We won't be pushed around by these ancient warriors. Their time is over..."

- Ramikad Galaxywave's rally speech to the 374th on Carlac, 2 hours and 49 minutes before engaging in combat.

The snow-covered planet, Carlac, was unbearable. After ordering his troops to kill off any Mandalorians they encountered, Ramikad Galaxywave developed a new hate for the honor-loving warriors. Though he knew plenty about his template donor, he still despised them. Jango Fett, an extraordinary bounty hunter, had been a Mandalorian. Ram knew, though, that to Mandos, family was more than bloodline. That eased the guilt of exterminating them off his shoulders. The cold still ate his flesh from inside the armor. The wind was blowing as Ram watched the last gunship finally arrive. Sarien, Juley, and Caper all stepped out in arctic weather gear. The Jedi wore heavy coats while the two captains had custom painted snow trooper armor. Ram watched the remaining troops enter the base for warmth. Ram looked back out into the approaching blizzard in the distance. "Those Mandalorians aren't gonna like what I have for them," Ram uttered. "What exactly do you have planned for them, Captain?" Caper asked. Ram turned to face him and looked at the equipment being unloaded. He opened one of the crates that two troopers were carrying. They stopped as his looked at the contents. Ram motioned for them to go ahead and leave the crate here. He pulled out a large heavily-modified blaster cannon. It was close to the looks of a Z-6 rotary cannon, but this one looked more tech involved with long lines of bright blue light streaming down from the handle to the barrels. It was his old cannon from Umbara that he modified with Umbaran tech parts from the airfield. "This," Ram said,"will keep those Mandos in their place." He watched the barrels rotate quickly. "Ram, why do you hate Mandalorians so much?" Juley asked. Ram spun and stared at her from inside his helmet. He felt anger and hate coarse through his blood. "They don't get out of our way. They attack our ships, slaughter our men, what further evidence must I show that these terrorists are a threat to us." Ram felt his voice suddenly deepen. "A threat that will be ripped apart." His head pulsed and hurt. Putting the weapon back in the crate, Ram trudged through the accumulating snow to the inside of the base. As passed, he saw a Mandalorian helmet that was taken as a trophy by one of the men. "Honor," Ram said to himself. "Pfft, you had your time thousands of years ago Mandos..." He glared at the helmet on top of the ration crates. The black T-shape visor and rounded design looked mostly like the frame of his very own helmet. Ram took his own helmet off and replaced it with the Mandalorian one. The contents inside were definitely out-dated and useless. I certainly have the upper-hand now Ram thought.

"Fire!" Ramikad yelled as he saw shadows of the Mandalorians approach. The three cannons launched a barrage of anti-vehicle rounds at the mass of infantry struggling to cross the frozen lake. He watched as the chunks of ice and compact snow was flung into the air. It took a few moments for it to return and crush a few of the Mandalorians. Had they not been so predictable, according to Ram, they might have actually stood a chance against the forces on Carlac. The AT-RTs remained next the cannons as the troopers leaped into the trench and aiming their long blaster rifles towards the blizzard. Ramikad pulled himself above the trench onto the opposite side from the cannons and walkers. The men all turned to look at him with great intrest. He couldn't feel anyone still alive on the lake, but he sensed that an ambush was ready and waiting just behind them. "Cannon one three nine dash six and cannon seven four two, turn to the South and stop any ambushing troops. Cannon five zero one, continue to fire at anyone coming from the North," Ramikad ordered. He continued to drag his feet through the snow as he moved North. The men still watched him even as he vanished behind the blizzard. Ram had to feel his way to find anyone through the storm. Thankfully, he detected a large amount of people just to his East. As he arrived, the storm suddenly ceased and revealed a large camp surrounded by a wall and containing many tents and speeders. After a Jedi Padawan encountered them, Ram felt that their way of hospitality was more harsh to the Republic. He took off his helmet from the bulky Katarn armor. It was the only thing he felt was menacing, protective and warm enough for confronting the Mandalorians. Looking around, Ramikad noticed that the Mandalorians were just staring at him, not attacking like he planned. The tents were torn to shreds, the walls were littered with blaster marks, Mandalorian warriors carrying their fallen friends to mourn over them. He waited and watched the poverty for several minutes. Eventually, a few of the Mandalorian - each with individual armor patterns but a similar color - greeted him. Ram, still grasping a DC-17 blaster in his hand, glared at the armored men and women before him. The motioned him to the tent they had just came from without saying a word. Ram sat with them at their table as they all kept their helmets on, he kept his own helmet in his lap. The silence was not reassuring to Ram as his still clasped the blaster under the table, ready to draw it at any moment. The female Mando whom was sitting directly across from him decided to speak. "Gar copyc bal jagyc. Ni ganar copad par mhi bah cuyir o'r kar'taylir darasuum," she said. Ram knew exactly, or at least he thought, what was about to go on with the leader sitting two seats from him. An older female Mando behind the girl tapped her shoulder and whispered (actually said with a quiet but audible voice) into her ear,"Ner ad, gar partaylir mhi unduumyc bah kar'taylir darasuum aruetiise." Ram already knew Mando'a so translating wasn't an issue. He felt bad that they had those kinds of rules and restrictions here. Working up the courage to speak, Ram tried to use Mando'a to the best of his ablilities. "Ner gai alor'ad Ramikad Galaxywave. Ni vaabir uncopaanir gar Mando'ade bah jurkadir cuun verde nu draar tug'yc bid mhi motir bat ibic me'suum. Tayli'bac?" he said, ending his words aggressively. The leader, or rather Mand'alor, blinked at him, as did the other Mandalorians who were completely amazed at how fluent Ramikad was with their language. At last the leader began to talk. "I wasn't expecting a Republic officer to come here at all, and I sure didn't think that we would be so viciously and verbally attacked after we've been raided by our enemy," he said in clear Basic. Now, even Ram was surprised. He quickly came up with a response. "What do you mean 'raided'? We never attacked this camp or any others for that matter," he replied. The leader scratched his chin covered in whiskers. "You don't know of Kyr'tsad then, do you?" the leader said. Ram shook his head. "They are our most cruel enemy. They show no mercy by slaughtering our children and women," the older woman said. She appeared to be in her mid 40's, but Ram was never great at guessing ages. "You thought it was us that killed your men months ago. It was Kyr'tsad. We tried to come warn you by coming from the South, but we saw the cannons and decided not to interfere," the leader continued. "If you can eliminate one of their leaders, they won't last long. We will even help you defeat them if you wish," he finished. Ramikad thought it through for a moment. Everything he knew about Mandalorians was a lie then: they weren't heartless criminals, but their enemy was. Ram soon turned back to face the leader and nodded in confirmation. The younger woman gave him a datapad and started to pucker her lips as if something had been sour, but pleasant. She was just about to reach Ram's cheek when he abruptly stood from his seat putting his helmet on, grabbing his blaster, and pushing the seat back under the table. She soon pulled herself back into her seat as her cheeks turned a warm red from embarrassment. "Oya! Ret'urcye mhi!" the Mandalorians cheered as Ramikad left the camp. He looked at the image on the datapad: a female Death Watch soldier with light blue and dark grey armor and a sharp pointed visor. According to the information, this was Shira Validwar, a female Death Watch sergeant stationed just a few klicks away. A new rival was now made as Ram trudged through the collecting snow.

"Jaon ogir! Tra'cyar mav!" Not even past the outer wall and yet Ramikad had already been spotted by the Death Watch. He had just finished checking the third base out of the five that the sergeant had been reported at and was getting annoyed. Ram couldn't help it; he tossed a thermal detonator from his pack over the wall. Shattered armor metal and wood pallets rained down upon him. He began to scale the wall after firing a cable from his belt. As Ram overlooked the base, he saw a target that matched the one on the datapad. She was just one tent away from him, and getting across wasn't the easiest thing he could do. The sergeant now moved just below him. Ram let out a yell as he jumped off the wall and onto the sergeant. He put his boot on her chest and grabbed the blasters she dropped. His blaster was pointed at the temple of her helmet as she struggled to get free. "Surrender, Shira Validwar," Ram said at the still squirming woman. She looked at Ramikad within the helmet and tilted her head slightly. "I don't know what you think you are, but I'm not that poor excuse for a Death Watch," she replied. Ram checked again at the datapad. He was wrong: this armor was a lighter blue and had light grey, not dark. He tried searching for an image of the woman under his foot. At last there was a match: Lieutenant Bo-Katan Kryze. She was a more important target, but this wasn't what he was after. Ram pulled his boot off from her chest and held out his hand to help her up. Bo-Katan just looked at it in disgust as she pulled herself to her feet and dusted the snow off. "You've got some nerve to mess with us," she said. Suddenly Bo-Katan kicked Ram directly in his chest knocking him flat on his back. He looked up at her as she was ready to come in for a punch, but it never came. Ram looked as she took off her helmet, revealing short red hair and freckles dotted across her cheeks. Though he was on the ground and studying the details of Bo-Katan's face, Ram swiped her off her feet by swinging his left foot into contact with hers. He saw that the jetpack she was wearing was completely useless now. "K'olar! Ni mirdir ni susulur ash'ad," a voice said in the distance. As much as he wanted to kill the lieutenant, he wouldn't make it out of the base without being spotted. Bo-Katan, lying unconscious in the snow, was going to live to fight another day it seemed. Ram scaled the wall once more and disappeared into the woods.

"Ni rutrattok'or. Ni ceta," Ramikad said as he greeted the leader back in the camp. After searching all of the bases, he never did find the sergeant. The only possibility was that she managed to get off-world. He was hanging his head as he looked at the leader with sorrow. "There is no need for an apology, ner vod. You haven't failed either," the leader said. The young female who had been the first to speak to Ram bounded her way to see him this time, with her helmet off. He examined her with care. Dark brown hair ending at her shoulders, hazel eyes, and a red head band keeping it from getting in her face. She hugged him and began to talk once more. "Ni guuror gar, Ramikad. Ni gai Cin'ciri (Snow). Ni rudigur bah rejorhaa'ir gar," Cin'ciri said. She continued to hug him as Ram, helpless in her grasp, allowed it. He too seemed to have missed her. The leader, only saying that his name was Arpat (seed), lead them to a reconstructed tent. Ram had just noticed that they had already begun reconstruction. Arpat opened the flap and motioned them inside. Although hesitant at first, Cin'ciri eventually coaxed Ram to come inside. He set his helmet on the table next to the bed which could hold two persons. Ramikad began undoing his armor and setting it on the table. Soon, all that was left on him was the jumpsuit and the thermal under suit to keep him from freezing. Cin'ciri began to unequip her armor as well, setting the gear underneath the bed before browsing a small wardrobe and putting on a light brown robe over her jumpsuit and climbing into bed. She patted the space next to her lightly. "K'olar cyar'ika," Cin'ciri said with a grin spread across her face. Ram shrugged and made his way to the bed. As he began to lay down, he turned the light out and pulled the covers over his chest looking at Cin'ciri who smiled back and shut her eyes. Ram let his heavy eyes shut and a deep sleep soon following.

"Cyar'ika, olaror bat. Bic ca'nara bah shaadlar," Cin'ciri whispered. Ramikad turned to face her. She was already fully armored and was hanging up the robe in the wardrobe. He was confused. It was still dark outside of the tent. It had to a least be 0400. Things weren't looking to great outside. The cannons Ramikad left unattended had been moved within range of the camp and were now firing and hitting just a few feet from the main entrance. He felt that Juley and Caper were behind the assault. "I should have known leaving the men for so long without notifying them would come to this..." Ram uttered under his breath after equipping everything except his helmet. The bright blue balls of energy lit the sky just enough to see around the camp. He looked at the walls. Not a single Mandalorian was taking arms against the Republic forces. Ram glanced back at Cin'ciri who was looking back at him waving for him to come with them. He shook his head 'no' after he slid on the helmet with its blue visor glowing. "Ni taylir haar jetiise trat'ade olar. Gar slanar bat bal eyaytir," Ram said to her. She raised her hand out to him as a female Mandalorian grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the direction the rest of them were running. A tear ran down his face as Ramikad opened his wrist comms into Juley's channel. "General, this is See See ten fifty-eight, cease fire, I'm in the base that you are currently trying to destroy." Juley seemed to be preoccupied since she didn't reply for several minutes. At that time everyone had escaped. No Mandalorians could be seen for many klicks. "Ram? Thank the stars that we found you. What happened?" she said. "I was wrong... They're not the murderers I thought they were," he replied. "I think I understand. I'll tell the men to stand down," Juley said. "Vor entye," Ram finished with a sigh as he looked back at the tent he and Cin'ciri had been in. Another tear ran down his face followed by more. He had to take off his helmet as he let the tears fall down into the snow and the sound of gunships came closer to take him away from his new home.

Saving the Accumulator
"She has been loyal and trustworthy since I first saw her on Ord Mantell, so I'm returning the favor for her..."

- Ramikad Galaxywave, referring to the Accumulator after recovering it from being abandoned for over a year.

Coming soon.

Diplomacy


Coruscant hadn't changed since Ramikad had last been on the planet. In fact, it looked exactly the way it was before. He suddenly felt someone's presence: innocent, caring, and loyal. It took a long time before he could remember someone like that. He looked off into the distance towards the direction of the emanating presence on one of the sky-rises. Using macrobinoculars, Ram looked at three female Mandalorians in red armor observing the civilians passing by. He smiled at the one in the center as he made the quickest way possible to reach them. Cin'ciri, the girl he met on Carlac, had returned.

"Cin'ciri, it's good to see you alive and well," Ramikad said. She turned towards him as her other friends did so, taking aim at Ram. Cin'ciri smiled and motioned for the others to not attack. "Cyar'ika, it's good to see you too," she replied. It appeared that she was straying from the Mandalorian language in order to communicate better with Ram. He was impressed with how much she had matured over the span of only a year. Seeing her once more was what Ram needed after dealing with a horrifying experience. The terrifying image of a dying clone grasped by his captain was now forever haunting his mind. Cin'ciri was the only one who could make things like that vanish from someone's mind easily, at least to Ram. As the other two Mandos left, Ram and Cin'ciri - both with their helmets on now - suddenly tapped each others foreheads. A Keldabe kiss. They soon stopped and slid off their helmets in a synchronized manner. Out of nowhere, both leaned forward, closed their eyes, and felt each others lips press against their own. Cin'ciri and Ram stepped back in shock, which soon turned into embarrassment as the setting sun began reducing their visibility. "I-I don't know w-what came over me," Cin'ciri said sadly. Ram couldn't help but smile and respond to her softly. "I think we both know what happened," Ram replied. They soon returned to an apartment room which seemed to be owned by Cin'ciri. "I should probably mention that I'm spying on the Republic," she said to him. Ram stared impolitely at her in disbelief. He suddenly knew it was true by the look in her eyes. "What's your cover name?" he asked. She returned a stare at him for a while. "I guess it would be... Maria? Yes, Maria Gale," she said aloud. Ram tried holding back a laugh, but when Cin'ciri turned and looked at him with a crossed face, he quickly retracted a smile and looked back down at his helmet. "I guess I've got to get you into a Republic base then?" Ramikad said to her while cleaning the helmet. She looked confused for a second. "No, I need to borrow one of your friends on a trip to Umbara," Cin'ciri said as she slid on her helmet. More coming soon.

"Darkness on Umbara"
"The first step towards loyalty is trust."

- Clone Wars Season 4 Ep.7

Coming soon.

"The General"
"The path of ignorance is guided by fear."

- Clone Wars Season 4 Ep.8

Coming soon.

"Carnage of Krell"
"Our actions define our legacy."

- Clone Wars Season 4 Ep.10

Coming soon.

Virus
"Ramikad: Its no good trying to make weapons made of metal and scrap, but with chemistry... Yes, now there we have weapons.

Juley: This is insane. Why make weapons so lethal that we would be harmed as well?

Caper: I concur with the general, Ram.

Ramikad: Trust me on this, alright?

Juley and Caper: (together) We don't..."

- Ramikad introducing a new toxic missile to Caper and Juley

Coming soon.

Quarantine
Coming soon.

Infected
Coming soon.

Weapons
Coming soon.

The Captain
Coming soon.

Honor and Heroism
By showing he was a great soldier on Dantooine, Ramikad Galaxywave began to build a reputation with one of the Republic's finest: the 501st. In recognition for his services Captain Rex insisted that a similar armor design be used for his troopers trained specifically with the use of jetpacks. The armor consisted of a replica of Ramikad's own helmet and gloves, dark blue standard phase 2 boots, and no ARC trooper additions. Honored by this respect, but feeling a loss of individuality, Ramikad created an alternative version that would be used after the first and last battle with the design Rex had come up with. The newer design, similar to the standard 501st trooper, only had the same standard blue stripe down the center, but with a green visor to be set on different settings (mostly thermal scanners and night vision) and a less colorful yet more effective jetpack. The Ramikad design was only used once before being recalled by Ram himself.

"Sabotage"
"Sometimes even the smallest doubt can shake the greatest belief."

- Clone Wars Season 5 Ep.17

Coming soon.

"The Jedi Who Knew Too Much"
"Courage begins by trusting one's self."

- Clone Wars Season 5 Ep.18

Coming soon.

Frozen Frenzy
Coming soon.

Captain Caper
Coming soon.

Wedge Fractalbreak
Coming soon.

Kai Bauer
Coming soon.

Juley Skywalker
Coming soon.

The CLXXV Regiment
Coming soon.

The Night Ravens
Coming soon.

Wolfpack Unit
Coming soon.

"The Unknown"
"The truth about yourself is always the hardest to accept."

- Clone Wars Season 6 Ep.1

Coming soon.

Conspiracy and Commands
"To: Supreme Chancellor Palpatine

From: Poggle the Lesser

During recent events, it has been analyzed and approved by the Separatist senate that the creation of a massive station capable of destroying entire planets will be carried through to prevent a Republic victory. Schematics and data are included with this file as you've requested."

- File 13 message with attached schematics

Coming soon.

"Orders"
"The popular belief isn't always the correct one."

- Clone Wars Season 6 Ep.4

Coming soon.

The Tranquility
"Unidentified vessel," Ramikad was saying into the communications console,"this is the Tranquility, please return to neutral space or we will move to block you." The ship causing the commotion was not a Separatist ship, nor Republic. No one knew who it was, but they were trespassing in a Republic Navy area, which was strictly prohibited. Ram watched as the ship slowed its speed slightly, but still stayed on its coarse. "Turn the radar on to maximum range," he ordered the men. He watched the console next to him light up and show a glowing dot moving slowly towards the larger dot int the center. The Tranquility - which was the ship tasked with the operation of guarding the fueling station - was only armed with the crew inside, not any cannons or weapons of any kind. Ramikad couldn't handle this alone; however, he had the Accumulator standing by as a last-resort option. He was trying to go without killing anything this time (only because Kai Bauer had ordered him not to). He watched the cargo vessel near the Accumulator 's cannon range, but didn't issue the kill order. Ram struggled to think of something that would prevent the ship from getting to the refueling station. If the ship had weapons or rammed into it, any ship around it would be obliterated in mere seconds. Just at that moment, Ram thought of something. For a ship without weapons, there were few choices to choose from. "Move the Tranquility to where we are perpendicular to them. If they want through us, then they'll have to destroy this ship," he said. The crew looked at him as if he had lost all common sense, but they soon obeyed. "Sir," a crew member said,"the unidentified ship is contacting us." Ram walked back over to the console and put the comms back to an open frequency. Sure enough, there was a transmission from an unknown source.

The message soon began to play as the image of three different people came into view: one was a female Twi'lek, one was a male human with several cybernetics, and the one in the center was a male Togruta with a cybernetic arm. ''"Attention Republic dogs, this is the Marauder, surrender yourselves over to us and we will consider sparing your lives... As you've may have noticed, we aren't here to refuel and we are certainly not allied with your enemies, the Separatists. If you wish to stop us with an unarmed cruiser, go on ahead, but it will only delay the inevitable..." ''The message and holo-recording soon ended with the crew chattering amongst themselves. "We won't be bullied by these weak mercenaries!" someone shouted. "We need to open fire on them now!" another voice said. "They'll slip right past us with that small ship!" said someone else. Ramikad couldn't think with all the talking and yelling. "At ease!" he heard himself yell. "We will stop that ship, and we will survive. Now, just remain quiet while I think of the rest of the plan..." Ram finished. "We're still going to pull perpendicular to them, sir?" a crew member asked. Ram nodded and watched the ship turned sharply, exposing its starboard side. It took several minutes for the Marauder to effect the Tranquility. The ship soon started to tilt towards it's port side. Ram's expression was that of someone seeing the impossible being done. A small cargo ship had knocked a large Venator class cruiser to one side with no trouble. The sound of scraping metal irritated the entire crew as the covered their ears. Ramikad knew this group was cruel, but he felt that they had a light side to them. "Sir, we've sustained a large amount of damage which is causing our systems to become offline," the same crew member reported. Ram just shook his head. If they didn't move out of the way now, the cargo ship would actually tear straight through the cruiser, causing it to vent all its oxygen into the void of space. "Patch us into an open frequency," Ramikad said,"I want to see if they truly have a heart." A crew member nodded and pressed the console next to him. "Marauder, this is the Tranquility, we've lost our systems. I repeat, we've lost our systems, we will not move." After several moments, the ship soon continued to tilt, this time more drastically. Some of the crew slipped and started to slide to the port side. Ram magnetized his boots to the durasteel floor just as he felt he was losing balance. He tried again. "Marauder, we're unarmed and defenseless, we will not move. I repeat, we will not move!" Ramikad said into the console. Just then, the Tranquility returned to its original position as it leveled out. Ram felt himself panting and letting out a long sigh of relief. The comms soon replied,"Tranquility, we are returning to neutral space. We won't cause any more harm. No more." That was all that Ramikad needed to hear as he felt the stress finally reduced from his head. "Sir, the ship turning back. And it's trying to contact us again," the crew member interrupted. Everyone stopped cheering and smiling as Ramikad turned the comms back up. This time, the three mercenaries were lying on the floor behind a new figure, one that was easily recognizable: General Grievous. The general's deep robotic voice echoed in the bridge. "Your weakness will lead to your downfall as it always will." That was all the message said before fading out. Ram put his hand to his forehead. This was just all too much. Not only did the mercenaries lie about being involved with the Separatists, they were also carrying the most wanted Separatist general. This was the Republic's next chance at capturing Grievous once and for all. Ram remembered when they first attempted to capture the general and rescue a Jedi Master, only to succeed in the latter of the two objectives. "Bring the ship around to the Marauder," Ram said to the crew,"I want Grievous to board us so we can capture him." The troopers all looked at him with concern. "But sir, we need to defend the fueling station," one of them said. Suddenly, the alert of incoming cruisers sounded and the crew returned to try and figure out who it was. "Four Munificent frigates, two Lucrehulk battleships, and one Providence-class Dreadnaught are emerging from hyperspace," another member said. Looking out of the viewport, Ram watched all of the ships the trooper said appear out of nowhere. Clever trick, General, Ram thought. "Get me a shuttle to the Accumulator," Ram said to the crew. They acknowledged this time with no hesitation or response. The Accumulator was their only hope of destroying the Separatist ships.

She was more beautiful than Ramikad remembered. The Accumulator after it was finally repaired, was put to guard rather than search and destroy. It suffered a heavy blow when Ram ordered the ship to turn around, exposing her engines and allowing a defenseless rear to be exploited. If not for a secondary cruiser, the Accumulator wouldn't exist today. Nor would it be the last hope of protecting the fuel depot. The floors were now littered with rust and scratches, but to Ram, they were like home. Most people saw an ugly cruiser, but Ram always saw a reliable friend. This was her big moment to shine and be noticed by everyone. The first time she fought, Ram remembered that the Separatists never came close to victory. Now, after the major repairs and upgrades, she was even more devastating than before. With a hyperspace cannon recovered from the wreckage of the Gauntlet, which was destroyed by Havoc squad, several more turbolaser batteries, and armoring that could tear straight through a whole cruiser with ease, she was sure to win this one. As he arrived on the bridge, Ram smiled at the crew (he was not known for being happy with most anything in the Republic). "Aim starboard cannons at their ships. Concentrate fire on the Dreadnaught, but if any other ships come in range, blast them into oblivion," he told them as he watched several squadrons of fighters emerge from the hangars - there were a total of five different areas: the main one in the center and two on each side. At last, the Separatists would be dealt a crippling blow and would soon fall to the knees of the Republic.

More coming soon.

"Crisis at the Heart"
"Deceit is the weapon of greed."

- Clone Wars Season 6 Ep.7

Coming soon.

Priorities
Coming soon.

Authority
"It is with great honor that I here-by announce that CC-1058 is now promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. Remember that this is not an award, but a higher position of responsibility. Battalion! Present arms!"

- Imperial General upon officially declaring Ramikad Galaxywave as a Lieutenant Colonel.

Coming soon.

Ice Warriors
Coming soon.

Hope
"One with the Force, they are. And our job it is, to remember that we will, in time, also pass on. Luminous beings are we, but temporary vessels, our bodies are. And we shall all find ourselves here in time. A moment of silence I ask, to remember and to move on... Live for the living Jedi, we must. Live through us, forever they will."

- Master Yoda's speech

Coming soon.

Preferences
Favorite starfighter(s): ARC-170s, Z-95 headhunter, TIE bombers

Weapon(s) of choice: Z-6 rotary blaster cannon, DC-17 pistols, DC-15s carbine

Favorite battles: Battle of Coruscant, The "Dantooine Campaign", Battle of Hoth

Preferred squad unit: CLXXV Regiment

Armor choices: Republic Commando Katarn Armor, Beskar armoring

Favorite class ships: standard Imperial Star Destroyers, Acclamator cruisers

Enemies: N/A

Uniforms/equipment

 * 1 Full grey and navy blue phase 2 armor set complete with matching kama and pauldron
 * 2 Red, white and blue armor sets (ARC trooper and Sergeant) later including a kama and pauldron
 * 1 Full digital light green camouflage armor set with cyan visor and matching kama
 * 1 Full navy blue and orange Mandalorian armor set, also known as Beskar'gam.
 * 3 Sets of officer garbs ranging from white, light grey, and dark grey
 * 1 Z-6 rotary blaster cannon
 * 2 DC-17 pistols
 * 1 DC-17 blaster
 * 1 DC-15s carbine
 * 1 Darksaber - handcrafted
 * 1 Orange Lightsaber - hand crafted
 * 1 Blue Lightsaber - recovered
 * 1 fussion cutter
 * 7 wrenches, each of different sizes
 * 1 R5 series astromech unit
 * 1 tool and maintenance kit

Ships

 * Accumulator - Republic capital ship named for being made from scrap parts, commanded by Ramikad Galaxywave
 * Tranquility - A republic attack cruiser commanded by Ramikad and named for not having any weaponry
 * Hunter - Republic flag ship under command of Captain Caper named for being fast and lethal
 * Assassinator - Imperial frigate also commanded by Ramikad and named for being focused mostly on offensive tactics
 * The Witch - A custom made fighter (similar to an X-wing and Z-95 headhunter) named for being thought by some to be the resting place of a Nightsister
 * The Dagger - Ramikad's personal Z-95 headhunter complete with a blue coloring

People

 * Juley Skywalker
 * Captain Caper
 * Jamillia Kragdream
 * Sarien Primecrater
 * Kole Magwind
 * Kai Bauer
 * Stinger Niceshot
 * Raiden Huttbroker

Codex

 * ZC 36 - 2: an area located on a large sized asteroid in the Outer Rim that is inhabited by a Separatist base.
 * Major Galaxywave: a legend and hero of Frenzy Squad during the Old Republic, provides Ramikad with inspiration and courage during the Clone Wars.
 * Ijaat'ika (little honor): female Mandalorian who joined Frenzy Squad after it's success in destroying an Imperial station and betraying the Mandalorian Enclave, later marries Major Galaxywave.
 * Frenzy Squad: AKA infantry unit 327, used for special operations and advanced tactical warfare
 * ZR-57: an orbital strike bomb deactivated (or thought to be) by Havoc Squad, later to be discovered on Voss
 * Cin'ciri (Snow): female Mandalorian who shows a strong bond to Ramikad Galaxywave, nicknamed for being born and raised on arctic weathered planets (and enjoying it more than anyone else)

Sequential order
-Does not include other character sections.
 * 1) History
 * 2) Betrayal
 * 3) Prologue
 * 4) Respect
 * 5) Unearthing
 * 6) "Jedi Crash"
 * 7) Intel Investigation
 * 8)  "Weapons Factory"
 * 9)  Exploration
 * 10)  "Grievous Intrigue"
 * 11) "ARC Troopers"
 * 12) Frozen Frenzy
 * 13) Saving the Accumulator
 * 14) "Darkness on Umbara"
 * 15) "The General"
 * 16) "Carnage of Krell"
 * 17) Negotiations
 * 18) The Commander
 * 19) Honor and Heroism
 * 20) "Sabotage"
 * 21) "The Jedi Who Knew Too Much"
 * 22) "The Unknown"
 * 23) Conspiracy and Commands
 * 24) "Orders"
 * 25) Diplomacy
 * 26) "Crisis at the Heart"
 * 27) The Tranquility
 * 28) Priorities
 * 29) Ice Warriors
 * 30) Authority
 * 31) Hope