Aayla Shan said:
"What it IS, is the GrandMaster of the Order just told us to prepare to extricate the younglings of Silver Rest. Or were you not around for that
Address?" there was definitely a bit of venom behind her words, but she didn't seem too heavy on pressing it beyond that.
The Clone winced internally as he realizes his mistake, looking like a trained nexu that had just gotten a timeout from its master of chewing up the couch. How was he, a clone had little experience talking to strangers and had little social boundaries supposed to know that was a forbidden topic. He could only remind himself that life was not a shipping holodrama that he had fallen into watching in his downtime and that these Jedi were not the ones he had served within the GAR. They did know him nor did they probably care for him, especially since he had looked up what was ultimately the GAR's purpose on a borrowed datapad. He dreaded knowing what his brothers had done to innocents, especially innocent children of the old Jedi order but they were too far gone at that point for anyone to do anything about it. Besides, some of the Jedi didn't exactly treat clones as human beings with the Jedi Master Pong Krell popping up right away in his mind. The message that the rogue Jedi had been captured after sending false orders for his clones to shoot at one another had been one of the last messages he had received before going out on his last fatal patrol. But that didn't matter to the Jedi who had almost been wiped out and the Silver Jedi Order might be along that same path
. Time to try to repair this...
"Yes I heard and I'm truly sorry... No kid should have to have to deal with their home being threatened, Jedi or none... It's hard to look at the Younglings packing up all their stuff in the dorms and seeing the sad and dejected looks on their faces as they think if they are ever going to sleep in their bed again... I felt the same thing when we were trying to help the Sarkan when they lost their planet. All those lost souls..."
He paused for a second, remembering the Sarkan and Sneevel children playing outside the grounded medical frigate and thinking about all those filled cots that blanketed the open field with beings moaning for food and water before starting again slowly.
"At least the younglings will be guaranteed to fed and taken care of since they are the future of the Order and all unlike a lot of other refugees in this galaxy. The ones that die in alleyways because they can't walk on the brittle malnourished bones in their legs and no one will help them..."
The clone moved out of the glare range of the padawan before starting his own stretches, trying to talk as honestly as possible.
"I'm sorry I can't help more by obliterating the entire Bryn race but I'm betting that you already would have taken care of the demagolka by now if that were possible... I'm also sorry bringing something up that clearly should have stayed buried..."
Aayla Shan said:
"Like I said... We aren't clones. We have to work for what we have..." Aayla mumbled aloud, not necessarily having a problem with Clones, but Kadan would easily be able to discern why she didn't trust this particular clone.
Now that sparked something that had lay in Omen's heart of hearts for a long time, anger. Anger and hurt that the impassive stone-faced Jedi had the gull to say he didn't work for what he had. He had worked every day on the Temple grounds, trying to help out wherever he could to the point of exhaustion. Even back then, he had suffered being entombed, shot at, and almost was put down when the kaminii thought they thought he wasn't worth the price of his upkeep anymore after he had lost his limbs in the accident. The clone was lucky the
Cuy'val Dar had managed to persuade the gihaal to keep him alive and train him as an ARC. With a low growl, his pain and bitterness could be heard in his voice as he struggled not to punch the female nerf herder in the gut.
"Oh, we worked alright. We were blow up, shot through till we had as many holes in us as a piece of Corellian Swiss Cheese, and were killed by the hundreds of thousands. The job even had the perks of no pay, no benefits, and half a lifespan. We clones were a lucky bunch, being lead by a bunch of Jedi generals who didn't have a clue how to lead a war except leading their clones like sheep into a meat grinder..."
He paused again, his voice getting weaker as he remembered the Kamionian medical staff talk about how he, the slave that existed only to fill up their big wallets, needed to be euthanized because of the power on his life support system had better uses elsewhere and how the Jedi had just nodded and let them go on with it before the
Cuy'val Dar stopped them. The rage that filled his eyes wasn't on Aayla but on those terrible clone makers and how they should of all been swallowed up when their planet was drowned alive along with the Jedi of the time. With a shake of his head, his voice could barely be heard as he continued.
"Look, I get it, I shouldn't have gone into your personal issues but you don't have to insult me by saying I haven't worked for what I have. I'm trying to make a new life in this galaxy and have been trying to help the SJC just like everyone else in the ways I can, just like you are Padawan... Jokes are the only thing I have that makes me have a hint of hope for the future after having my whole galaxy being ripped out from under me so have some sympathy huh. Maybe some jokes and laughter would help you too because it looks like training is only making your sad existence as the Silver Jedi Order's stick in the mud worse..."
Omen didn't even react when Kadan tried to talk to him, the thoughts in his mind blaming the clone for being captured and being powerless to stop himself from being sent to a new galaxy he knew nothing about. He only could stand up on the rusty springs humans in his universe had called legs and move over to an ice machine, filling a plastic bag with ice and tossing it and a roll of tape to the padawan in pain.
"That will help with the swelling..."
Without another word he left with his fists clenched, heading for the only sanctuary he knew, the ship he had been captured in. As he walked, he only could think about the brothers he had lost in the Clone Wars and what would they do if they were in his place.
Probably would do the same thing as I am now, screaming and yelling that it was unfair, that it all is unfair. I really am all alone in this big galaxy, aren't I... I guess the only thing I can do keep on keeping on... As the clone shut the bulkhead to the freighter's entrance behind him, all he felt was one thing... Dispair...