Verdari's POV
I am sitting next to Wade on the command ship. We are arriving at a sepertist base in the outer rim. Wade told me his father is there but I keep my guard up anyway, I don't trust this guy. He is one step ahead of everything. The ship arrives and Wade stands up from his chair. He turns and walks towards the door, he stops and looks over his shoulder at me. I stand and walk over to him, we both walk to the hanger. When we arrive at the HAnger he stops outside his ship and looks at me.
Wade: Do not mention your past as a clone. Having your beard will hide you enough but I have prepared a change of clothes on the ship for you to change into, it will help protect your identity.
Verdari: He is going to find out sooner or later. I rather it be sooner, rather than later. I will wear the change of clothes but I will not reconcile my identity.
He sighs and nods, we both continue walking onto the ship. I follow him to my quarters on the ship.
Wade: This will be your room for the trip. Take all the time you need.
I nod and enter the room. It is not much, a chair, bed, and table. I sit down in the chair. I take off my helmet and set it on the table with it facing me. I Stare at it and can see another person staring back at me. I use the force to throw the helmet across the room into a wall. I walk to the closet and see a set of new armor sitting there in a military grade box.
The sleek design helps movement. It feels like a heavier version of my clone armor. I take one last look at my clone armor, now taking up the place of the new armor in the box, I take off my current chest plate and paint onto it the Roman Numeral XIII (13). I reattach the plate and look at my clone helmet on the floor. I pick it up and set it in the box where the new helmet was. I Look at it and salute one final time, then I put on the new helmet and let everything hiss and lock into place. Then I hear a mechanical breathing coming from my mask,
(None that really captured what I wanted better than this)
I smirk under the helmet and walk out of the room
Wade's POV
I hear a door hiss open, I turn around and see smoke roll out I hear from the fog a metallic breathing. I put my hand on my lightsaber hilt just in case. From the smoke comes a man in black armor with a red visor. He looks at me and points,
???: You...
I freeze in place from his voice, I grab my lightsaber hilt and get into my stance.
???: Guilty!
I start to sweat a little, he then begins to laugh. I look confused then realize who it is.
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A Lost Soldier
FanfictionCommander Crucible, a Arc Trooper in the Galactic Republic, finds out a secret hidden by his subconscious. What will he do now that he knows? Find out in, A Lost Soldier.