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Chapter Three: The General

Sparkler stood stock still as he waited for his General. Apparently he had asked to see the facility, which he had interpreted as his general wanting to see the fruits of their order. No matter how much his fellow commanders told him how kind the Jedi were, or how much Bly gushed about his general, he was never going to believe that they could be so stupid as to see clones as people. Sparkler had tried that once, and it almost got him decommissioned.

He wiped a hand along his cheekbone and bit back a groan of annoyance at the glitter on his glove. He could never quite get rid of the glitter from when he was a cadet. It didn't help that one of his men had mixed glitter into his paint without him realizing.

"Commander."

Sparkler's gaze snapped towards General Ti and the rather tall man in blue robes. He wore a mask, and had long blond hair. A long tail which swished along behind him that had it's own long tuft of hair. Sparkler made a motion for his troopers to stand at attention.

The man stopped in front of Sparkler and pulled his mask off, holding it behind his back and extending a double thumbed hand. "Commander, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm General Sal. What's your name?"
"CC—"
"No, not your designation. Your name."

The commander was taken aback. He caught General Sal's wrist with his hand, feeling his general's grip tighten around his own wrist like it was familiar.
"Sparkler. My brothers call me Sparkler."

Humor lit up his general's amber-green eyes. "Because of the glitter?"
Sparkler let out a sigh and nodded.
"Because of the glitter."

General Sal released Sparkler's vambrace and made a small motion for the 201st legion to finally board the transports. Sparkler recognized it as ARC sign, which confused him, until he slipped his helmet on and relayed the order to his ARCs, who relayed the order back to everyone else. Sparkler and the ARCs were in the same transport as General Sal, who offhandedly explained that they would be going to join the Open Circle fleet in open space.

He was, admittedly, very intimidating. General Sal had as much muscle mass as the ARCs next to him, and had more weight to throw around for that matter, since he stood almost eighteen centimeters taller than any of the clones. His mask was streaked with a dark blue, and Sparkler was secretly happy to have gotten the shade on his armor slightly darker than General Sal had it.

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Sparkler collapsed into a chair, letting his head tip back. He opened up the group comm on his HUD.

—Command Chat—

Glory: Bly we don't want to hear about your general's ass.

Bly-nded: :(
Bly-nded: but its such a nice one

Twinkle Toes: Seriously? Again Bly?

Glory: Sparkler! How's it on Kamino?

Twinkle Toes: Not like I'd know.

Glory: ???

Bly-nded: ^

Rexster: ^^

Sly Bastard: At 0800, Sparkler got a new General. He's headed for Open Circle.