Revenchent
Dungeon Master
"Well...I'm certainly glad he did." The well of confusion stirring within Calico suddenly stilled. The bit about the speeder made him laugh, quietly, of course, but it wasn't the thing that made him stop.
There were few beings who would openly acknowledge seeing the clones as people, not property. Many of them had died a long time ago. Visri had died. Jain had died. The whole Skirata clan--as he knew them, not the corporate abomination that was the Mandalor-- were all gone. He was still here though, and so was Keziah, and she had the right ideals.
"I am a clone, yeah." All the anxiety, the worry, was gone. "The way you fe--" He stopped himself, instead giving the girl's hand a gentle squeeze. It was a show of affection, a start, and he was happy not for the first time that she couldn't sense his emotions. The soldier would have been embarrassed. I'll make it short.
"Well, to keep it simple, I was bred on Kamino with the rest of the initial Clone Army. I was supposed to be an ARC, failed, was gonna get terminated for such, one of the Sergeants, Rav Bralor, saved my shebs. Shipped me off to the Republic Commando battle groups. I ended up leading a squad, fought on Geonosis, Dxun, and a lot of other worlds. Made it through the war, actually." He paused for a moment, taking only a second to swallow. He spoke quickly to avoid an emotional outburst. "Had a lady, Jedi slotted her during Operation Knightfall. Served the Empire for some time, my boys and I were deployed to recover some ghost ships. It was filled with droids. They overpowered us, shoved us in carbonite."
The Marshal took a moment to look over back into the treeline. To his relief, no one was eavesdropping. He hadn't bothered to check, a possibly fatal mistake. He was distracted, and suddenly, he understood Bralor's warnings about your sense being nulled by an attractive woman. "Got out, banged out of Corrie, ended up in the Confederacy. Now I...lead things."
The soldier took the moment to slip his arms around the girl's waist. If he was going to do this, he would do it right, Mando style. "So....you were interested in me, is what I'm guessing, hmm?" He flashed the goofy, disarming smile again. He could go from the stone cold field marshal to the sappy kid in the blink of an eye. Some people found it disturbing. When he himself saw it in the other clones, it broke his heart.
@[member="Keziah Denko"]
There were few beings who would openly acknowledge seeing the clones as people, not property. Many of them had died a long time ago. Visri had died. Jain had died. The whole Skirata clan--as he knew them, not the corporate abomination that was the Mandalor-- were all gone. He was still here though, and so was Keziah, and she had the right ideals.
"I am a clone, yeah." All the anxiety, the worry, was gone. "The way you fe--" He stopped himself, instead giving the girl's hand a gentle squeeze. It was a show of affection, a start, and he was happy not for the first time that she couldn't sense his emotions. The soldier would have been embarrassed. I'll make it short.
"Well, to keep it simple, I was bred on Kamino with the rest of the initial Clone Army. I was supposed to be an ARC, failed, was gonna get terminated for such, one of the Sergeants, Rav Bralor, saved my shebs. Shipped me off to the Republic Commando battle groups. I ended up leading a squad, fought on Geonosis, Dxun, and a lot of other worlds. Made it through the war, actually." He paused for a moment, taking only a second to swallow. He spoke quickly to avoid an emotional outburst. "Had a lady, Jedi slotted her during Operation Knightfall. Served the Empire for some time, my boys and I were deployed to recover some ghost ships. It was filled with droids. They overpowered us, shoved us in carbonite."
The Marshal took a moment to look over back into the treeline. To his relief, no one was eavesdropping. He hadn't bothered to check, a possibly fatal mistake. He was distracted, and suddenly, he understood Bralor's warnings about your sense being nulled by an attractive woman. "Got out, banged out of Corrie, ended up in the Confederacy. Now I...lead things."
The soldier took the moment to slip his arms around the girl's waist. If he was going to do this, he would do it right, Mando style. "So....you were interested in me, is what I'm guessing, hmm?" He flashed the goofy, disarming smile again. He could go from the stone cold field marshal to the sappy kid in the blink of an eye. Some people found it disturbing. When he himself saw it in the other clones, it broke his heart.
@[member="Keziah Denko"]