He marches out to the battlefield, ready to fight his heart out, ready to prove that he is more than just a clone. He watches as the first shot is fired, grazing another man's shoulder. He sees, in slow motion, the battle begin, hears the buzz and crackle of transmission and orders to shoot all around him. He's ready to dominate this battle, to be a hero. He crouches down behind a boulder and raises his brand new sniper rifle to his shoulder. He rests a single finger on the trigger. He sets his sights on his target, an assassin droid. He prepares to shoot, when suddenly, a droid's open fire strikes and burns a smoking hole in his in his white armor. An expression of shock and pain crosses his face, hidden behind the white helmet. Before he even can feel disappointed, before he hits the ground, he has breathed his last breath.