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Trooper! Felicity! : Small Frustrations

Yeah, that's the title you get when you initially didn't mean to come up with one much less publish this. XD I'm doing so in order to make the locating of this earlier, if ever we one day want to check back on this for some reason. ALSO WELL THANKS FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY CLONE TROOPER SHIT--

Trooper! Felicity! : Small Frustrations

     The light brown locks danced against the somber evening sky as the cool breezes tossed them about. The young woman's hair would constantly hit against her face, forcing her to give off a faint huff as she'd hurriedly slap them away to give way to the settling night for her narrowed eyes. If the weather was in any way teasing her to try to cheer the soldier up a bit, it unfortunately wasn't working.

When one of her bangs ended up finding its way right into her eye, she decided she finally had had enough. With an uncontained groan of annoyance, she reached back to trap the disturbance back into a ponytail, one not half as tight and sophisticated as the ones she'd massacre her poor head with almost everyday, but it'd do. As long as she actually got to cool down a bit.

After a moment of just gazing at the thin, ghostly strips dotting the dark blanket up above her head, the girl ultimately gave off one of many defeated sighs, turning around so she could now lean back against the rail keeping fellow observers from falling off the elevated platform. She didn't have to glance down to know her right leg was surely jiggling about restlessly, aching just as much as she did for a good workout, anything that would get her moving, really. She was surprised she wasn't diagnosed with hyperactivity, judging how she couldn't seem to ever be able to just sit down and take a breather after a long, boring day of patrolling. No way. She was born, err, well, created was perhaps a more appropriate term, to run. Many of her brothers used to be like her back when they were shinies, but had lost that trait to sleepless nights in clanker-flooded battlefields and improvised beds other than theirs, instead having learned to appreciate what felt to them like time off whenever they could. But she couldn't quite seem to assimilate that logic. Even if she tried to, which believe me she had for the sake of her burnt-down comrades, her body wouldn't allow it.

She tilted her head back, opening her blue eyes to the stars slowly fading into view. The sight was definitely soothing. As much as she'd love to be able to greet the friendly white twinkles every sundown, she didn't have that chance. Some planets had atmospheres too dense, or some had damp forests with trees whose leaves would block the view, or, much like in her most recent outing, some had far too many cities to count dwelling on its surface and coughing up smoke into the polluted sky.

She turned her mind away to such thoughts, simply taking in the reality she was in at the moment, the present moment. Gusts of wind, making stray hairs of her ponytail tickle at her neck. They were getting stronger and stronger, a warning that dusk would very soon fall upon Kamino, and perhaps a storm as well. Her comfortable red attire, one she could wear when out of service, rustled but protected her from the biting and humid evening cold nevertheless. The not-so-distant of the water surface's waves, rough and dangerous, were surprisingly just like a mother's singing voice to her, welcoming her home, and the salty ocean's scent, replacing what would usually be a warm, milky one. What could be considered the facility's stale, clean stench only reinforced the happy, familiar swell in the soldier's heart, as did the muffled sound of her laughing brothers playing table games just past the grand automatic doors looming just a few meters out in front of her. Despite how dark it had gotten, she could clearly see the entrance from where she stood, calling out to her, calling for her to return to those who were surely to welcome whatever goofy remark she'd make upon joining them again.

But she wasn't sure she wanted to go in. Not yet, anyway. She was still moody. She wasn't the type to take her grumpiness out on others, but she didn't want to take the chance. Either way, she'd be better off going to play with them if she managed to calm herself down first.
Recalling why she was out here in the first place, the perturbed woman gave out a loud grunt as she turned to face the Kaminoan waters. It felt like there was no solution, no way to satisfy this agonizing grave deep within her. It'd snap its jaws at her mood until it'd get what it wanted.
She closed her eyes helplessly as she leaned her forehead down against the icy rail. She hated this...