24 ABY, Hevy Town on the planet Uthem
Kaar Sal, a Jedi Paladin of the New Republic and member of the Hurricane Initiative of the Clone'ade, finds himself thrown to the Past in the beginnings of the Clone Wars. Armed with his future knowledge, and en...
Kaar's tail swished with excitement as he stood on the bridge of The Mumuu. He glanced down at Sparkler and Satahl, who were discussing rank.
"If it helps, junior Padawans rank lower than a Clone Commander."
He glanced back, a grin appearing on his face as he caught sight of the newly titled Admiral Lasmoso Lij Tedam. "Admiral." He said, dipping his head respectfully. Sparkler and Satahl went back up to join Kaar, and Commander Sparkler saluted Admiral Tedam.
"Sir." "Commander! Good to see you're still in one piece."
Her gaze flicked down to Satahl, a soft grin appearing beneath her mask. "So, you took on a student, Sunna? I didn't think you would." "Well I am full of surprises Tedam. But I couldn't pass her up, not when the Force called me. A padawan so very like myself couldn't be allowed to have her talents wasted on some farm in the Agricorps."
He ruffled Satahl's hair, able to feel her blind gaze. The braid encircling her bun was of his own making, since Satahl seemed to struggle with it on her own.
"Sir! Going into hyperspace as soon as the final supply ship is clear!" An officer informed.
Kaar nodded, "We'll make good time then." He then, quietly and to himself, added, "Year two is upon us."
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Droidbait had not expected to see so many brothers crouched behind a wall and watching something in the gym. Nor had he expected the accented Mando'a reaching his ears that made his face turn a darker shade.
He finally caught sight of what his brothers were staring at. The general, with his hair pinned up out of his face, green blade humming as he put himself back into his first form. He was shirtless, just like each sparring match since the gym was kept warmer than the rest of the ship, but instead of having just removed his tunics, he had just let his blue tunics hang at his waist. General Sunna had scars trailing across his arms and chest. Droidbait couldn't help a soft gasp, almost reverent, when he saw the stylized symbol of the Jedi Order on the Kaleesh's back.
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It was silver and blue, like the crest on the back of General Sunna's neck of a stylized flower. Stylized Jaig eyes stared back at him, as his general once again started singing in Kaleeshi accented Mando'a.
"Kote. Kandosii sa kar'ta, Vode an."
It felt weird to hear the familiar war song sung so softly, yet somehow still so strongly. General Sunna's movements flowed with the song smoothly, as if he'd been taught to go through his motions to the tune.
