Private Soldier Side

[Sid Berik]

THE ROOKIE

NABOO
70 Degrees and Sunny, Light Breeze.

Living Wasteland​

Shore leave.

He'd been given shore leave. He'd done a lot. Tython. Then Corsin. Two major battles, in such a short time. He'd been given a promotion, places on propaganda posters, interviews here and there. But he didn't want any of that. It didn't bring his dead friends back. He felt aged. He felt ugly. He was 20 years old, and his face was permanently scarred thanks to the Alliance.

His friends were dead, thanks to the Jedi.

They laughed when they killed them. Sang songs. They just wanted to survive that fight- but the Jedi, the motley crew of them, delighted in their slaughtered. Called them fascists, scum, inhuman. He looked out to the landscape, endless rolling fields of green. He was told by his new Captain to take a few weeks. His performance had been slipping, his mind elsewhere. That, and he was being considered for a special program- they wanted him rested and in the best shape possible. Mentally and physically.

He picked Naboo for several reasons. It was a historically beautiful planet, and it was in a neutral zone, free of outside influence, free of everything else. No politics, no Alliance patrols to dodge, nobody asking for his serial number, just-

Just peace.

But he wasn't going to get it. Probably not for the rest of his life.

But, he was going to sit on this bench outside the spaceport- a fresh arrival, a bag of all his clothes and the like next to him, and a lovely, locally made sandwich. He unwrapped his sandwich, taking a deep sigh. Naboo was nice. Even the view from just the spaceport was nice. He had a long list of things he wanted to see, and more importantly, to do. But, for now, he'd just sit there- alone, sitting in the bright sun, eating his sandwich.

Naomi Carolina

 

[Naomi Carolina]

Sid Berik would see a very familiar red-headed girl making a beeline for the speeder-taxi stand a little beyond and down from the bench he was sitting at and enjoying his sandwich. She was wearing some cargo pants, boots, utility belt, dark brown shirt with a deep green jacket. Making her eyes look greener than the swirls of blue, green, and hazel that were usually present. A small bag was slung over one shoulder. One hand clutched tightly to the strap.

She paused in the line and glanced around.

Busy day at the spaceport. Lots of new arrivals. Her attention turned back to the front of the line as she shuffled forward with the others. Anxious to get going. If her lead was right, she hoped the gungan she was going to meet wasn't going to be a dead end in a long line of dead ends. At least it was sunny out. A beautiful day.