Sergeant Omen
Arc Trooper Sergeant of the 41st Elite Corps
Omen tossed and turned in his sleep. He was in a horrible dream, worse than anything else that he had ever borne witness to before and that was saying a lot. He dreamt of the whole galaxy getting swallowed up in one huge gulp by the monstrous creatures known popularly as the Bryn. He envisioned the creatures swallowing up whole planets and stars, the screams of those species being snuffed out in an instant, eventually swallowing the whole galaxy in their collective maw, and then... and then they came for him. He ran as fast as he can but he could never get away from the gaping mouth of the beast. He popped out of bed with a scream that echos through the room of the dormitory, afterwards thanking the force that he wasn't bunking with anyone in his room. He really didn't want to bang his head on the bed above him every night. He slowly got up and sorted through his gear, bringing out his prized Bes'bev, the one that he played to soothe him and get him through these restless nights. Soon, flute music echoed throughout the room as the out of place clone trooper tried his hardest to lull himself to a peaceful sleep.