The Song of Infinity

Inter Arma

So, the mission was simple. Rescue a Crime Lord's son from a Separatist force on a remote planet. Richard had heard of weirder missions, quite honestly. He shifted uneasily, however, when he realized he was going to be working with Blue Team. The Spartans had departed for the bridge, leaving him alone in the hangar of the Republic Assault Ship Guardian with the Clones and Jedi. He was sat on a set of boxes under the shade of one of their LAAT Gunships, a rather interesting beast to look upon, all while tending to his weapons.

With a screwdriver in one hand and the cleaning kit sat beside him, the young man continued working away at the weapon, out of sight of the patrolling Clones or his supposed new 'partner'. He eyed the young, orange-skinned girl as she regaled a platoon of 501st Legion clones, plus a pair of strange 'AstroMech' droids, with tales of how she saved her master during the battle on Christophsis.

He stared, then set the screwdriver down as soon as he'd finished what he needed to finish on calibrating his scope, before turning a dial and thumbing the activation button of the PEQ-style laser sight mounted to the weapon's side. He saw a scarlet beam trail along the path, his HUD's crosshair following it with a maximum degree of accuracy possible from handmade calibration.

He hummed, shouldered the weapon and racked the bolt a couple of times after he had reassembled the weapon. Glad with how it was gliding on the rails, he set it aside and drew his M6 SOCOM pistol, racking back the slide and looking inside. It was a 'fresh-off-the-line' pistol, so grim and muck hadn't acquired, but his rifle had been with him since his earliest days as a Headhunter.

Casting another glance toward Tano, the young man wondered just what? Seriously, she looked decently human, but was an obvious, dead-to-rights alien. Why were they even working with the lot if they used an army of clone slaves and Aliens? Then again, he was one to complain about that, even mentally, considering they were allied with the bastards who burned his homeworld down via plasma.

He saw the team of Clones scatter in the corner of his eye, most of them laughing, before he heard the clap of low-heeled boots against the metallic floor of the hangar. He looked up from his fiddling once again, noting that the alien girl had come up to him, a smile on her face. She waved, "Hey," and leaned against the LAAT's rear with one hand, "I don't think we got to meet properly. I'm Ahsoka."

"I know," He replied with half a mouth, then stood up. The girl blanked for a moment, noting that the boy, in full MJOLNIR GEN-III armor with the SPI attachments stood at seven feet tall. Well above her height. As in her face was at around chest height with the boy in full armor. She had to stare up at him, a hint stunned at the sight. He, however, didn't seem phased. He spoke, "Proper introductions, then. Warrant Officer Richard. Call me whatever." with disregard.

Ahsoka crossed her arms to her chest and quipped, "You don't seem too fond of me, big guy."

"Observant, for an alien," He shot back.

"Oh, that kind of person..." Ahsoka murmured, scratching her chin. She hummed and sighed, before telling him, "Listen, we're on the same side and I do wanna learn to work with you and your new team, which I feel is a considerably good idea for someone who witnessed one of'em take a shot that was impossible. If it's good with you, I maybe wanna bury the hatchet preemptively, before we wind up at each-other's throats."

... He hummed, nodded and said, his voice denoting how impressed he was, "Well, that's a good start at least," He told her calmly, "Though don't expect me to get used to you quickly. We lost family thanks to aliens like you. Hell, it's no wonder they're keeping me away from the Elites." All while checking over his silenced pistol. The girl had to take a moment to register that one.