"Chhhht... This is Commander Veers, we are scanning sector 9929 for Titans. Ready the experimental walkers now! Over" The radio fizzled with static before a voice broke it.

"Copy that, sergeant Dom out. " The other voice turned his com link off and walked of to order the men to prep the 'new' walkers,"AT-ATs they called em" Dom thought as he looked at the massive four legged all terrain anti-Titan walkers. Where would there next destination be? No idea. definitely not some land filled with sentient ponies and no transport above it.

He readied himself as he approached his destination in the vast hangar, shinies he repeated as he tried to remember his old clone vocabulary. As he walked into the vast hangar he inspected the troops being trained, one of them was laying on the floor clutching his stomach. "Great, another retard..."