Sergeant Omen
Arc Trooper Sergeant of the 41st Elite Corps
I nerfed that one up nicely... And this is why a beacon calls us out here, we stay home. Flirting had always been a nervous tick, and it didn't help that he had a blaster aimed at his head when saying the words. Well, nothing he could do to fix it now and this Twilek definitely wasn't going out of to make it easier on him. She definitely was an ice queen, the force help whoever shared her bed at night. It was too bad he didn't bring a flamethrower along. The clone could only follow her deeper into the ship, not wanting to get shot for not walking fast enough. At least he had his weapon back, that was blessing enough.
Omen just shook his head as they walked. If he had brought him willingly he would've said he had another friend on board. "I didn't bring him willingly. He was searching around the ship, looking for a way inside. I don't have the power to arrest him for that or at all so, I lead him inside and offered to let him check the rear of the craft for survivors. To be honest, I didn't think there were any survivors but I'm just a guy who got frozen in a popsicle for 800 years so what do I know..." And you're talking too much... The ARC shut down and stayed silent for the rest of the trip, letting the clattering coming from the back of the vessel fill his ears. At least the Ubese didn't have the skills of the assassin, they all might have been in trouble then.''I'll keep the pleasure part for a moment, until we'll find out what or who your brought with you.''
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