-32 BBY, DAY OF ORDER 66

Commander Appo was suprised to be recalled to Coruscant, but was relieved to be given some down time after the crisis on Mandalore, after all, a posting to Corscant was always quiet, with Shock Troopers policing the surface levels, the 501sts role was purely support, and nothing of note ever happened...

When he recieved the order through his communicator, everything started to move quickly, from the moment of hearing the Emperors words, "Execute Order 66." to the arrival of Lord Vader, to the march of on the Jedi Temple, everything was a blur. A distant voice in his subconscious was questioning what he was doing, telling him to stop, asking him why he was mowing down the generals and padawans that had saved his life countless times, and who he had fought alongside for so long, but that voice was only getting quieter and quieter, as the pure rage and hatred for the Jedi Order grew and grew, his memories becoming more distant as he fired each shot, cutting down younglings that he had once sworn to protect, he began to think less and less, turning more emotionless by the minute, more droid like...

It was at that moment CT-1119 saw him, Grogu, the child of Yoda and Yaddle kept secret and hidden from the public chambers of the order for decades, as usual it was one rule for the masters, another for the rest, he was guarded by three jedi knights, but Appo was not worried, they dropped one by one as he led the charge forward, pointing towards the child for which he had orders to capture- it was imperative for the Emperor that he be brought forth to him, alive. It felt strange to the clone commander, he felt proud that the assignment had fallen to him, and he was not going to disappoint his majesty.

But at that moment, after the knights fell, seconds away from victory, out from the dust and grit of the dark crevess of the temple, a glistening purple blade ignited, and out stepped Mace Windu, robes tattered and bloodshed, but with a stone cold look of anger, and focus on his face, he raised an injured hand, pushing the commander down the hallway, he began to rip through the remaining clones with ease, striking them all down in a matter of seconds.

Then, he clicked off his blade and stumbled over to the child, picking him up and mounting the infant on his back, he disappeared back into the darkness almost as quickly as he appeared, leaving the hallway ablaze in ruin, Commander CT-1119 took a moment to take in the scene before him, he had hit his head on impact and now his mind was racing, remembering all the friends he had shot down, all the younglings he had slain, and in the moment, it all faded to black.