We're closing in on the land now. The citadels too hot to land, they're dropping us over the forest of ka'ayka. It's pretty dense. Honestly,... I'm terrified. I've heard rumors about the mando's,.. And hoped never to fight them in my life. Then again, what would the republic care? One clone is no different to a billion of us to them. I dunno, maybe I think to much. "Yellow light! Prepare yourselves!" Our Captain yells. We read your gear, I sling my blaster and check my belt, all ready to go. I pause, I look to the clone next to me. "Hey, what do they call you?" I ask. He replies: They call me uh,.. Spark. And you?" "Don't got a name." I say, Spark then says "Then make one on the battlefield."