Prequel to the impossibleHe had several burnmarks on his white and orange armor, but he couldn’t care less about his appearance. They had a battle to win, to mention just one of his problems.Prequel to the impossible by Krande
“What is it, Cody?” The Jedi steered his mount (a large, turquoise lizard of some local breed) to the makeshift command center.
“First of all, this!” The clone managed to keep a straight face as he handed the fallen lightsabre back to his superior.
“Thank you, commander.” He slipped off the animal’s back, and joined the trooper on the ground. “Why do I have the feeling you have something more important, too?”
“After we secured this level, the technicians managed to decode fragments of the last few transmissions from the communication center” The clone seemed smug and terrified at the same time, and Obi-Wan followed him to the former Separatist outpost just as nervously. Whatever the 212th had found, it had to be of great
An impossibly happy reunionHe wiped an invisible smear off his pristine white and blue armor. He’d been to the Jedi Temple a few times in the part two decades, but this was a special occasion. He’d been invited to a knighting ceremony, which was a rare gesture even for his rank and his position. He made sure his ‘Savour of the Republic’ badge was set right on the chestpiece, and wondered if anyone else would be wearing this medal during the ceremony. It wouldn’t be like General Kenobi not to invite his best trooper to the knighting of his own padawan, but for a brief moment he wondered if Cody was too old for this type of parade, and maybe he turned down the invitation. In a biological sense, they were over seventy years old, and he heard that his brother kept collecting battle wounds long after the Clone Wars had ended.An impossibly happy reunion by Krande
He was drumming an old march on his helmet under his right arm, patiently waiting for the other guests to arrive. He couldn’t hide a proud smile over the memo
If you really knew himThe blonde walked the Republic Central Medcenter’s immaculate corridors with confidence. Her luggage might have gathered some unwanted attention as she maneuvered the repulsorlift handtruck around the corners, but she managed gracefully.If you really knew him by Krande
“May I help you, Ma’am?”
She couldn’t tell the function or the type of the droid in front of her, but as long as it was wearing the neurology unit’s markings, it could probably be of good use to her.
“I’d like to see Fi Skirata. He was brought in approximately five hours ago with a concussion.”
The droid gave the unusual cargo a suspicious look, then directed her to level eleven, third corridor, eighth room. The small pistol she was carrying went completely unnoted. Maybe it was a usual addition to hospital visitors, Besany mused. She thanked the droid, and moved her luggage towards the indicated room.
Once there, she rested a caring hand on the impassive commando’s forehead. He was so calm no
Could not prevent thisOrdo Skirata stared at the Problem in front of him. What should he do now?Could not prevent this by Krande
He took a deep breath of the chilly morning breeze. It was quite cold for early summer (or late spring) but Kyrimorut wasn’t built in the warmest region of Mandalore to start with.
He was on one of his last patrols here, as Kal decided to move the entire clan to a safer place where they were less likely to be found. In fact, most of their belongings had already been transported to one of the new fortresses, and his brothers were busy packing. But someone had to keep an eye on their surroundings, they couldn’t trust the surveillance system with everything. They had been trained how to slip through such defenses without springing the alarm, so they all very well knew it was possible. And currently they shared the planet with the Death Watch.
Well. Had he run into them, Ordo would have known how to handle the situation. But facing what he had found out here in the forest, he was completely out of ideas.