𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉.
Joseta Pro'oz, a pilot/medic with a sunny disposition is thrown into a war bigger than she ever imagined. As she fights alongside Ca...
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The meal inthe caf was a strange experience. Kallo was right. The clones were all good looking. Joseta felt cheated. The propaganda did NOT do them justice. If it had, she was sure every girl in the galaxy would be donating all their money to them. And not to mention that the clones didn't all look exactly the same. Some had thinner noses, more chiseled jawlines, good hair, bad hair—she could go on. But she wouldn't go on. The smirk from Kallo shut her up quick. So, the whole first week of her being here had set her off in a bad mood because Kallo was right.
Joseta sat in the mess hall of the Resolute, trying her best to slurp down the bland soup quickly. She would have thought that a military spacecraft would serve food that would be easier to eat quickly in case of an emergency. The academy on Corellia always had solid food so you could mix it up, eat quickly, and get back to training. But why the soup here? Did the clones really love soup that much in order to risk a whole army of soldiers with burned tongues?
An alarm went off, scaring the living daylights out of her. "Rishi outpost, terminated." A robotic voice rasped from the intercoms as the lights dimmed, slowly becoming brighter over and over again.
"What does that mean?" Joseta asked, pushing away her nasty soup, to stand up quickly.
"Did you not pay attention in Strategy IV?" Kallo asked, stuffing his mouth with bread before they rushed out the door to the hallway.
"Of course I did, I got an A+," Joseta said, out of breath as she slowed to a stop. "But do you expect me to remember every single name that we memorized—one out of, I don't know, 4,328?"
Kallo only sent her a look as he ran off to go to his barracks, Joseta rushing into her own. She threw on her navy Corellian military jacket, zipping it up quickly. Her stomach rumbled as she pulled her hair into the uniform slick bun, groaning to herself. She didn't get to finish her nasty soup. She spotted Kallo's box of sour chews that he left in her room, grabbing a handful of them to stuff in her jacket pocket. She grabbed her wrist comm and ran from the room right into someone.
Looking up, it was the tour-guide jedi from the week before. Joseta straightened, saluting her. "Commander Tetra!"
Commander Tetra looked at her, scratching her mane of hair. "Uh," the jedi muttered before she glanced at Joseta's jacket, noting the embroidered name on it. "Sergeant J. Pro'oz?" She then snapped her fingers. "Oh, yeah, the cool chick who totally stood up to that jerk."
"Yes, sir," Joseta said, nodding as she clasped her hands behind her back.
"You're a part of the 501st, right?" Commander Tetra asked, turning on her heel, her dark jedi robes flowing behind her. Joseta matched her quick steps, looking down at the ground in thought. She had no idea what was going on. "You're confused."
