#arc blitz

Clone-Tober Day 31

Prompts: Character - Blitz |  Word - Blaster Link to OP Post HERE | OP Blog Link HERE @/threetinyshinies

——————– Arc Commander Blitz x Gender Neutral Jedi Reader ——————–

"This is ARC Commander Blitz of the Rancor Battalion, you'll be working alongside him and the other ARC troopers to assist in the training programs," Master Shaak Ti said motioning you over to greet him. His armor was unlike any other clone you had seen before, there were more attachments and colors, the beautiful bright yellow stood out among the rather white and clean ascetic the rest of Kamino had. The other ARC's were busy at the moment and were unable to greet you for your arrival to Kamino, but you were happy to have him be here for your arrival. "Nice to meet you ARC Commander Blitz, my name is Y/N. It’s a pleasure to be working alongside you and your bothers," you say bowing down your head. After some discussions of where you would be staying and where the training rooms were, Master Shaak Ti left you two alone as she headed off to more important business. He motioned his hand for you to come and follow him, showing you to your quarters before heading off from the training facility. 

"This is where we train the troopers who have the potential of reaching ARC rank." He said pointing to the large room below, there was some kind of fight taking place there, drawing your interest. "It's the citadel mission," Blitz states, noticing your gaze fixing on the blaster fire. "Is that like the final exam?" You ask, looking at the intensity of the fighting.  "Yes, there is a practice test like this and then one where ARC's will watch and judge the trooper's skill." "What happens to those who fail?"  "Depends on why they fail, some go to maintenance, some are stationed here, and we send the others off to the front lines." "To be used as cannon fodder?" For a Jedi your response was quite cold, and he certainly didn't expect it, letting your words sink in he realizes how harsh it really was, but there was no other life for clones, and if they didn't meet up to the Kaminoans expectations they'd be killed and tested on to find out what went wrong, a fate no clone wanted. They'd rather just get killed in a fight than receive that fate. Even though his helmet still covers his face, you can feel the anguish inside him, his head tilts down to look at the ground, a movement most others wouldn't pick up on. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken like that, I didn't mean to upset you," you said placing a hand on his shoulder. He turns to face you, but all you see is your face's reflection in his visor, the sadness shared in your eyes. "It's fine, it's not like you said anything that was untrue..." His voice is low, attempting to hide the sadness that lurked beneath. "Regardless, my words affected you negatively, and I should have kept it to myself." His hands reached up, pulling his helmet from his head so you could see his face, the harsh white light reflected off of his brown eyes which were looking right at you. Without thinking your hand moves up and cups his cheek, he's surprised at first but leans into it soon, eyes closing slightly. He'd never felt something so tender before, it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced; it felt so nice, so comforting. Comfort was a rare thing on Kamino... Reaching his hand up, he places it around yours, squishing it further against his cheek and now fully closing his eyes. You watch him, not saying anything, just feeling his feelings and presence. --- He decided it was best to continue the tour as it was getting late, reluctantly pulling away from your gentle and warming touch. Going into one of the shooting rooms, you excitedly walked over to one of the racks, grabbing a weapon. "Have you ever used a blaster before?" He asks with a small smirk on his face.  "No, not something they taught us at the Jedi temple." "Well, if you'd like, I can show you." "Really?"  "Yes, come here," he replied while walking over to one of the target areas. He instructs you to stand in front of him, feet placed firmly on the line. His arms slide across yours, helping you to position the blaster properly before raising it up and aiming. It was a little distracting having him this close to you. His warm breath tickled your skin and you could feel his chest against your back as he leaned closer. Focusing your attention back to the blaster and target, you take the shot and it hits the center mark, surprising both of you. "I guess you don't need my help," he joked with a smile on his face.  "Hey if you didn't help me hold it properly I would have missed." "Thank you for trying to make me feel better, but honestly I think I was just distracting you," he said with a laugh, making your face heat up. "It's getting late I should show you to your quarters." Looking at the clock displayed on the wall, you agreed with him and followed him out of the room and down the halls. — While walking you remembered it had been a few hours since you last ate, so you asked him if there was a messhall you could grab some food from. With a smile he happily took you there, sitting with you in the empty room, talking about each other's lives and how different they were. You enjoyed getting to know him better and looked forward to the time the both of you would share now that they stationed you here.