Galactic Republic Capital, Coruscant, Barracks District.
"Sorry, Rex. I never thought things would turn out like this..." Anakin Skywalker let out a long sigh. "But given the current situation, you really can't return to the battlefield."
He looked at the Clone Troopers standing before him. They were all his good friends, his trusted comrades... the 501st Legion, Torrent Company.
Rex, Echo, Longbow, Heavy, Fox, Hertz, Piel...
These men had followed him through life-and-death struggles, fought bravely across countless battlefields, liberated dozens of planets, and destroyed an incalculable number of battle droids.
But now, they finally faced separation—
On the battlefield of Semirres Planet, the Separatists had deployed a genetic weapon. The consequences of Kamino being raided by the Separatists had finally been laid bare.
Before this genetic weapon, the Clone Army had no means of resistance. They would instantly be broken down at the genetic level into a puddle of sludge.
The appearance of the genetic weapon meant that this batch of Clone Troopers had completely lost their value. They could no longer return to the battlefield.
From the Galactic Republic's perspective, they were not even worth being issued a Pistol. Give a Pistol to even a child, and they might get the chance to fire two shots. But give one to these clones, and they might not even get the chance to reach the front lines.
Rex shook his head. "General Skywalker, even if we die, we are still your soldiers! Have you forgotten everything we went through together? Now, all we ask is to die on the battlefield, by your side."
Anakin Skywalker shook his head. "I also wish I could keep spilling blood with you on the battlefield, time and time again... Whether in victory or defeat, we would face it together. But... but this time... according