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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Joseta looked at the outside of 79s and took a deep breath. She'd never really been to a joint like this. She winced as a loitering clone threw up on the side-walk, another clone patting his back awkwardly.
"It's not too late to back out," Rex said, placing a hand on her shoulder. Joseta met his brown eyes, unsure of what to do. She wanted to take him up on that offer, but she was a woman of her word.
"No, let's do this," Joseta said, gulping back the fear. "I don't have to worry with the captain of the 501st at my side."
Rex only smiled, leading the way to the front door. Which he held open for her, by the way. What a gent.
Joseta squinted her eyes as they adjusted to the duller lighting. Neon signs lit up the room as well as a couple of arcade machines. There was a long line of people getting drinks at the bar in the center of the room, so Joseta's gaze drifted to the booths along the walls, immediately spotting a familiar face.
"Rex, it's Rylann and Crosshair," Joseta said, a grin forming on her face as she weaved through the crowd towards them.
"I'll get in line," Rex stated, heading towards the bar.
"Rylann!" Joseta said, waving at her friend who had met her gaze. "I didn't know you'd be here."
Rylann shrugged. "Oh, yeah. Living life and all."
Joseta tapped her fingers on the empty booth across from Rylann and Crosshair. "Have you gotten anything to drink yet?" she asked, looking back at Rex who was standing in line in a very professional manner. She wanted to laugh at his uptight behavior.
"Nope," Rylann said, leaning forward on the table. "I am having too much fun winning today. Played sabacc, darts, and danced. It's been a good day."
There was an uproar of voices and Joseta heard familiar laughter. It was Wrecker. She turned to see the burly clone flip two clones off their seats in a two-against-one arm wrestling battle. Hunter was there, holding angry clones back only with a look. He looked over suddenly, as if feeling her gaze.
Joseta averted her eyes, leaning on the booth, trying to avoid looking at the now-approaching clones. She stepped back from the booth to let Wrecker's big frame past as he almost toppled the table trying to scoot into the booth.
"Lanny, I just destroyed two regs at the same time!" Wrecker exclaimed, putting two fingers up as a deep laugh rumbled in his chest.
Hunter chuckled, walking past Joseta to sit beside his brother. "Destroyed them more than in the game," Hunter said, looking over at Joseta to shoot her a smile.
Joseta grinned, fighting the urge to avert her eyes. What was with her? "I am betting they were destroyed in the emotional department," Joseta said, offering Wrecker a fist bump. a fist bump.
