Four Months until War End
"Sparkler!" Kaar greeted cheerfully, as Sparkler trudged off the shuttle with his brothers, son, and an unfamiliar Mandalorian.
His Commander didn't fight the hug, giving Kaar a one armed hug, since he had his helmet under the other arm. He stepped back, looking towards the unfamiliar Mandalorian — a Pantoran, he realized when she removed her helmet — and humming, "I don't suppose you'd introduce me, Commander?"
"Oh, right. General, this is Tehyfa Sephyr. She's from a clan of True Mandalorians based on Coruscant. Tehyfa, this is Jedi General Kaar sal Sunna, I trust him like I'd trust any brother." Sparkler explained, then turned to face Kaar. "So sir, what's happened in my absence?"
Kaar made a Walk With Me motion, and they began to walk the hall towards Sparkler's quarters.
"In your absence, we've had a few more disappearances. Several more Clone'ade have entered the galaxy, including Hardcase's daughter and very soon Commander Kotir's son. She's sheltered in the Temple currently. And—..."
He paused in front of Satahl's door, and briefly knocked. He could feel the roiling emotions being tightly reigned and yanked back into control. "Padawan, you aren't training the Sunset Eyes by yourself again, correct? I can't feel beneath your emotions."
"Not to worry sir!" Came the shout from inside, "Dogma and I are helping her!"
"Good. Be careful Tup!"
"Of course General!"
Kaar smiled, and continued on his way. He glanced at Sparkler, dropping his voice lower, "We're on a time crunch now Sparkler. The war ended five months after Cybele was born and we've got four months left."
Sparkler nodded.
"Then we've got work to do sir."
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——GAR COMMAND CHAT—
Nightmare: Kotir_Kote.png
Nightmare: Vode, she did it. Meet Kote VeryrFoxy: he looks like he's wearing a bike helmet
Nerd: Actually! That's kinda the point! It acts as extra protection until the montrals really grow out! So in a way, Fox, you're right!
Nightmare: Yes, thanks for that Gree
Mr. Secura: Aayla squealed, she said to give General Veryr and Kotir her congratulations
Glory: wait did she name him after me since I bastardized my name
Nightmare: Probably
[Rexster changed Glory to Bastardized Glory]
Bastardized Glory: >:(
Nightmare: Oh and he's probably force sensitive
Mand'alor the Di'kutla: ugh please let that be the last one
Ankle Biter: yeah about that
Ankle Biter: one of my natborn medics and my CMO are expecting sometime soonNightmare: at least she's got the CMO
Ankle Biter: Fingers crossed she doesn't pop on the battlefield
Ankle Biter: Oh and how was the senate little brother?Mand'alor the Di'kutla: From the bottom of my lab grown soul
Mand'alor the Di'kutla: FUCK THE SENATEFoxy: THATS MY BABY BROTHER
Foxy: FRIENDSHIP ENDED WITH BLY, SPARKLER IS MY FAVORITE VOD NOW[Rexster changed Mand'alor the Di'kutla to Salty]
Salty: THEY CAN KISS THE SWEATY SHEBS PLATE OF MY BESKAR'GAM. I HATE ALL OF THEM EXCEPT RIYO CHUCHI, BAIL ORGANA, SELLEI, CHIIS, AMIDALA, AND MOTHMA
Salty: I DON'T HATE EASILY BUT CHANCELLOR PALPATINE IS A WRINKLY OLD PRUNE WHO NEEDS TO KEEP HIS RANCID VIBES TO HIMSELFFoxy: i love you so much right now Sparkler you are officially my favorite
Foxy: PREACH BROTHERSalty: PEOPLE WERE HONEST TO FORCE GLARING AT MISU AS SHE PASSED AFTER HER SANCTIONS BILL GOT PASSED AND SHE WAS DEALING WITH HER LOSS I'VE NEVER WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE MORE
Salty: AND I WAS A VICTIM OF DRED PRIEST, THAT SHOULD SAY SOMETHINGFoxy: Speaking of Priest, do you think he's foaming at the mouth over you being Mand'alor?
Salty: Oh absolutely, no doubt.
Salty: He never liked usBastardized Glory: Oh yeah speaking of Mand'alor
Bastardized Glory: Boba said you've got a Mando courting you???Salty: Oh yeah, Tehyfa
Salty: She headbutted me when I met her in Little Keldabe lmaoSEVERAL PEOPLE ARE TYPING...
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Science Fiction24 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...