Goodbye, my fellow brother......
Twilight Sparkle rose from her slumber, seeing the sun rise. She smiled, looking down to see Spike, sleeping. She stumbled out of her bed.
"Spike, it's time to wake up." She whispered into his ear. He sat up.
"Just five more minutes...." He said rolling over. She chuckled.
"Fine. Just a few more minutes." She walked downstairs to the door, opening it. A letter was sitting on the ground. She opened it.
"Dear Twilight,
You are invited to your one year anniversary party of being in ponyville. Oops! It WAS going to be a surprise, but it's cooler if YOU know.
Your friend,
Pinkie Pie.
Twilight smiled at this. Then she realized it.
"Wait a minute...." It hit her in the back like a fly swatter.
"That means it's the one year anniversary of our friendship!!!" She ran upstairs.
"Spike!!! We need to go, now!!!" He sat up.
"It's too early to do that, Rarity! We can't-" Twilight eyed Spike suspiciously.
"Heh..... Good morning Twilight!" She facehoofed.
"Come on Spike. We need to get presents for our friends, pronto!" He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. Just let me get some things done first." He said, walking by. He grabbed a broom and started sweeping. Twilight went back to the door.
"I'm going now. Can you handle the library by yourself?" Spike nodded, and Twilight headed out the door.
CT-3276, Oreo, sat up in the middle of a forest.
"What.... happened?" He looked around, seeing woodland creatures gather around him. They were the strangest things he had ever seen. He looked around, seeing his DC-17 pistol, along with his standard issue blaster. Further down, he saw his jet pack stuck in a bush. He went to grab it, and saw that it was still in tact. That was odd because.... he died via Jetpack explosion. He grabbed it, realizing that something was missing.
"Alpha!" He looked around, trying to find the hevy, not prevailing.
"Alpha?!? This isn't a good time to play games!!! Alpha!!!" He looked around, woodland creatures staring at him.
"Ummm.... Excuse me? Have you seen any clone troopers around here?" He asked one of them. It had a white, poofy tail, along with long ears. It shook it's head, and spit at the clones helmet. He backed away.
"That wasn't very nice!" He said. He continued to look around, seeing nothing. He grabbed his guns, putting the lone DC-17 in its holster.
"Now.... If I were Alpha, where would I be?" He asked himself, putting a finger to the chin of his helmet. He looked,over to the darkest part of this forest.
"Obviously, especially with the nut job he is...." Oreo said, shaking his head. He turned on the head lights, and saw an opening to a cave.
"Oh no...." He said, walking towards it. He raised his blaster as he walked forwards. There was only darkness, and cave creatures. They were hanging upside down on the ceiling, looking at him with their red eyes. He shuddered.
"Better not mess with those...." He said, shaking his head. As he proceeded on, he thought to himself. How could he possibly be alive? Didn't he JUST die from an explosion?
"I told Ya'll that this wasn't a good idea!" A voice said from inside the cave.
"Locals!" Oreo said in a quiet voice. He looked to the right seeing the silhouette of..... A cattle? The orange behind it quickly faded.
"Is a-anyone there?" It asked, horror in its voice. Oreo walked to the the corner, seeing three cattle. They each were different colors and were also physically different. One had a horn sticking out of its head, while the other one had wings. The third one didn't have any features, besides a bow on its head. Oreo walked up to them.
"Excuse me?" They looked to him in horror.
"Are you three lost?" He asked in a caring voice, only to be paid with shrieking. He shook his head in disappointment.
"I guess not...." He walked along, the three foals stopping the shrieking. He continued to press forward, until one of them walked up beside him, examining him.
"Are you gonna eat us?" It asked. He looked down, seeing the white unicorn.
"If I was gonna, I would have already." He said in a sarcastic voice. He looked back, seeing the two others, awe on their faces.
"Whatcha lookin' at, eh?" He asked, chuckling afterwards. The unicorn tugged on his leg, gaining his attention.
"Are you a nice monster?" He giggled at this, leaning down to pet the filly.
"I wouldn't say 'Monster', but I'd say that I'm pretty nice." He said, recieving a smile from it. She signaled her friends to come and join the conversation. They each sat on their bums.
"May we introduce ourselves?" The white one asked, a huge smile on her face. Oreo chuckled.
"Sure thing." They each spoke one at a time.
"I'm Applebloom!" The regular pony said.
"I'm Scootaloo!" Said the one with wings. It had a gigantic smile on it's face.
"And I'm Sweetie Belle!" The had to admit, the white one was the cutest.
"And together we make...." He looked on in curiosity.
"The Cutie Mark Crusaders!!!" They all shouted, surprising him. Scootaloo pounced on him, causing him to fall over.
"What's your name?" He stood up, dusting himself off.
"My name is Oreo, and I'm looking for my friend, Alpha. Have you seen him?" The three ponies shrugged.
"Just great...."
Author's Note
Well, here you go! My personal OC clone, Oreo!!! I'm so excited!
Yet I'm suuuuuuuper tired. I need to 
The sacrifice of a Wolffe.....
Alpha sat up, shaking his head. His glove touching his bare, scarred head, the heavy looked to see his helmet next to him.
"Stupid Wolffe...." He grumbled, before grabbing it. He looked around, seeing critters surrounding him, but one caught his attention. Cattle. A yellow horse with wings sticking out of its back. It had pink hair for a mane and pink hair for the tail. It looked at him in awe as he picked his helmet up and placed it on his head.
"Uhhh..... Hello?" He said, waving. It hid behind it's mane, a shy look on it's face. He looked around, seeing that he was in a house. On a dresser, he saw 'Judgement Day', his minigun. He stood up, about to walk to it, the horse looking towards him. He shook his head, chuckling.
"Probably just a house pet...." He said, grabbing 'Judgement Day'. He turned around seeing the horse follow him.
"Shoo! I'm not your owner!" He said, waving his hand away. The horse looked around, seeing nobody else, and looking back to Alpha.
"I'm not aware that I had an owner bu-" Alpha immediately got into a battle stance as the horse used her wings to fly. Under his helmet was a face of awe. A face that was confused, and normally used violence as a strategy. He didn't handle females well though. The horse immediately stood down.
"I will only ask this once: Are you the good guy or bad guy?" He mentally facepalmed at the question, knowing that the question wouldn't really get any info out of the horse. She covered her eyes, fearing the worst.
"Let me change the question up a bit." He said, dropping his gun next to him. He crossed his arms.
"Are you aligned with the Republic or Seperatists?" She looked up to Alpha in confusion.
"Fierfek....."
Wolffe hid behind a wall, along with Plo Koon. The soldiers around the two were dead, battle droids coming towards their hiding spot.
"Be sure to grab Plo Koon, and keep him as bait. Kill the clone. He is no use to us." A familiar Kaleesh cyborg said, the metallic clanging of his feet touching the ground echoing through the dark room. Wolffe and Plo heard four lightsabers igniting.
"Please, Plo. You have to escape. I can take them on!" He whispered, the droids getting closer.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are...." A metallic voice said, coughing afterwards. Plo Koon shook his head.
"I have to protect you. It will scar me if you die, much like the scar on your face, Wolffe." Wolffe took off his helmet.
"Would it be better for them to kill me and kidnap you, or...." Tears grew in his left eye.
"You escape, while I sacrifice myself for the republic...." He wiped the tears off of his face.
"For you....." Plo Koon looked to Wolffe, saddened by this. He knew that Wolffe would die anyways. Plo Koon put his hand on Wolffe's shoulder, as the fellow clone put his helmet on.
"Thank you sir. I promise that I'll miss you." Wolffe said, Plo Koon chuckling in response.
"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened...." Plo said, Wolffe saluting to this.
"Go, Master Jedi. Be safe now...." Plo bowed and force jumped in the air. He looked to Wolffe one more time, before leaving through an opened window of the abandoned factory that they were in. Wolffe peeked around the corner, seeing General Grievous with B1's following. They immediately caught sight of him and opened fire.
"Well, if it isn't commander Wolffe. It has been a while, hasn't it?" Grievous said, his metallic stomping getting louder. Wolffe's heart increased it's beat. He took one deep breath before he stepped out of the shadows, revealing himself in front of the General.
"Yes, it's me. I thought you wouldn't remember me, especially after you took my eye." He said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Grievous retracted his lightsabers.
"I was hoping for this day to come. Now I can make you pay...." Wolffe said. He got his guns and threw them onto the ground, putting his fists up. Grievous chuckled.
"You really think you can beat me? You'll never forget this." Grievous took his cloak off, letting it drop to the ground. The droids lowered their guns.
"Time to get some revenge...."
"So.... You have no idea what the Republic is?" Oreo asked the three fillies. They each looked at each other and shook their heads.
"I'm afraid we don't. Do you know any way out?" The Sweetiebelle asked. Oreo chuckled and nodded.
"I just came from over there. Do you know if there are any locals around?" The three nodded, and signaled Oreo to lead the three out of the cave.
Wolffe tried to pry the robotic hand of Grievous from his throat, not prevailing. Gagging, he let go, trying to reach for his pistols until he realized something. He threw them down as a sign of dignity. Grievous grabbed his lightsabers, igniting two of them. He crossed them over his neck.
"This is what you get when you mess with the Seperatists..." He said, decapitating Wolffe. The body fell to the ground, along with the head, stuck in the helmet. Grievous put his robe back on.
"He put up a tough fight..... He deserves my respect." Grievous said, looking back one more time before leaving the headless body on the ground.
Plo jumped from building to building, hoping that Wolffe had escaped. As he stood over a Trandosian slaver camp, he felt something. A sharp pain. Then it hit him.
"Wolffe is dead now, Plo. I'm sorry....." Said the familiar voice of Qui Gon Jin. Plo looked down, saddened by this.
"I understand Plo. Death is a tough thought. But he has joined the force. Soon you'll join him...."
