CC-420 "Doc"
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Doc had been recovering from his injuries from the latest battle with the Sith Remnants in a CIS Naval Hospital when he'd received the holonet call. He could hardly believe his ears. Many of his fellow Dreads and nearly all OSTs had left the Confederate Military for what seemed to be forever. While Doc wasn't the most social of his brothers and sisters, he wondered how things could've deteriorated so quickly without him finding out about it. It probably had to do with the fact that he'd been laid up for the past few months over a resulting injury from a thermal detonator.
The force dead clone exited the hospital with his ALICE pack placed on his back and a newly made robotic leg. The bright Bothawui sun felt hot on the guard's leather jacket and boots as he stepped into the busy streets.
All his life he'd had a purpose. Now the medic seemed at a loss. What the hell was he to do now? Abandon like his fellows? Try to resume his duties?
Doc just didn't know.
The clone walked to a diner across the road from the hospital and ordered himself a meal and a beer. The only thing he could think to do at the moment.
The force dead clone exited the hospital with his ALICE pack placed on his back and a newly made robotic leg. The bright Bothawui sun felt hot on the guard's leather jacket and boots as he stepped into the busy streets.
All his life he'd had a purpose. Now the medic seemed at a loss. What the hell was he to do now? Abandon like his fellows? Try to resume his duties?
Doc just didn't know.
The clone walked to a diner across the road from the hospital and ordered himself a meal and a beer. The only thing he could think to do at the moment.