The Tales of Clan Danakar

Ch 6: Alor'ad

Beroya gets to meet the Generals leading the battle on Christophsis, and the clones as well.
Mando'a:
alor'ad=captain
verd'ika=little soldier
nuhun=joke
Wer'cuy=It doesn't matter.
Jetii=Jedi [seriously, why do I keep translating this?]
shabuir=jerk, but with a stronger connotation
darjetii=Sith

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The R2 unto opens a door for me and I enter what appears to be a war room and communications hub. Smart of them to keep these in the same room. The first thing I spot is the tall white and blue striped hair. I realize that it's a Togruta after I spot the orange skin. The Togruta is a 5'7" female teenager by the looks of things.

She's talking with a 6' man with light brown hair and a beard, a 6'2" man with dark brown hair, and two clones. One of the clones has yellow paint, and the other has blue paint. Neither has their helmets on. The one in yellow has the same hairstyle as the clone cadets with a few small scars marring his face.

The clone in blue appears to have shaved off his hair, or at least cut it really short. They seem to be having a heated debate about something. Possibly a recent battle. I stand in parade rest near the door as the R2 unit rolls over to the non-clones who I now see are wearing robes. Jedi. The astromech rolls over to the taller one in darker robes and the man smiles.

"Hey R2. Where'd you roll off to buddy?" The droid chirps and the man in lighter robes sighs in relief. "Good. We need those supplies." The girl turns and sees me by the door. In a flash, her lightsaber is drawn and she's leaping towards me. I know it's a bad idea to fight, but who could blame me for defending myself?

She aims at my neck. So, I hold up my right arm and activate the energy buckler on my vambrace, blocking her lightsaber from threatening my neck. In the split second that her lightsaber hits my buckler, I grab the handle of her weapon and kick her diaphragm. She stumbles back from the impact. To be clear, I just disarmed her and created some distance between us in one move.

I was trained to fight Jedi after all (and I have fought them). "Hey!" She yells as the other Jedi draw their lightsabers, and the clone in yellow aims his gun at me. The only one not ready to attack me is the one in blue. The clone in yellow demands "What are you doing here?" The Jedi in dark robes practically growls "How did you get here?" The Jedi in lighter robes asks calmly "Why are you here?"

Before I can answer, the clone in blue stutters out "B-Beroya?" My head snaps towards him. Unfortunately, I have no way of knowing which clone this is. He's clearly one of the troopers I trained, but beyond that I can't tell. He seems to realize this and he takes a step forward, putting a hand on his chest while pushing the other clone's gun down "CT-7567. Do you remember?"

Do I remember? That's a stupid question. Of course I remember! He was one of my favorite cadets! I chuckle in disbelief. "I'll be damned!" I say, as I walk towards him, turning off and tossing the lightsaber to the Togruta (without looking at her). I stand in front of him and look at his armor. He's got a kama, a shoulder pauldron, and a pair of DC-17m pistols strapped to his sides.

"You've gone up in the world verd'ika." I motion towards his pistols. "An officer I see." He chuckles and nods "Yeah. A Captain." I nod, pleased to see my pupil has succeeded thus far. "Also, it's Rex now." I smile "Good. I'd hate to have to embarrass you in front of your comrades." He chuckles.

"Somehow, I doubt that sir. Though it would be a strange thing to explain." He says, scratching the back of his head. I stare at his hair. His eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Somethin' wrong?" Only at this proximity do I realize what he did with his hair. Apparently, he dyed his hair blonde, and then cut it down to a military buzz cut.