The origins of Stake’s father, Vandal, and his transformation from a Clone trooper to one of the galaxy’s most wanted vigilantes.
Vandal. Wanted for deserting the Grand Army of the Republic. His reason? To avoid the biggest friendly fire catastrophe to ever occur during the Clone Wars, the battle of Umbara. General Krell’s betrayal cost many clones their lives, and Vandal escaped by the skin of his teeth.
He was apart of the 779th Sentinel task force, a highly adaptable squadrons of clone troopers border-lining commando status. They were trained to strangle wildlife with their bare hands, and to resist all forms of force attacks, through equipment, combat maneuvers, or sheer will. Stake was the assault specialist, and was in charge of munitions and heavy weapons. He was said to be a living war machine.
The 779th preformed a joint op on Umbara with the 501st to take it’s capital city. Vandal sniffed out Krell’s betrayal from the start. But when he found out about Krell, Krell found him out as well. The general asked that he take point, expecting him to die quickly, but Vandal took this to his advantage. He disappeared into the mist, and let out a dying cry of agony, fooling everyone into thinking that he was done for. He was hidden under the dense foliage, since there wasn’t a predator for miles that could kill a clone. He stayed hidden until he was sure Krell had passed, which was a 5 hours long. By the time he got up, the battalion was long gone. He wanted to warn the others, but they got too far, and a firefight broke out where they were. Vandal had seen far too many battles go astray because of leaders like Krell. He decided it was time to leave. He was alone and fleeing capture by Umbaran militants and death by wildlife, the usual walk in the park, when he dawned upon a small camp of militants. They were talking about his team.
"[I heard they started killing each other! What a bunch of idiots!]" one said.
"[A fool of a leader they have! We’ll beat them in no time]" The second laughed.
Vandal appeared between them, breaking one’s neck and stabbing the other in the chest.
"Do tell." He said.
He walked to their Intel center and was horrified to find out that they were right. Krell’s plan had gone through.
"Damn it…" He scowled behind his helmet. He could have prevented this, couldn’t he? He then looked at the casualty reports. Oh, never mind. He would have been another mark on the floor, just like his many unfortunate brothers. Vandal had seen enough, this was the last in a long line of defeats because of over zealous di’kut. He left the camp wired with timed explosives. He killed ten men with the blast that ensued and stole their vehicle.
There was a space port far from where he was, which had ships capable of jumps to other planets. Next stop, Mandalore.