#ordo.threads

Ordo watched every person who passed by him very intently. He felt terribly paranoid but couldn’t figure out why. Something felt off. He wasn’t sure what yet, however. The bag of candied warra nuts he had been munching on was running dangerously low. He chugged the rest of his ale and got up to go back into the cantina to refill when he saw a flash in the window. 

There was no way one of them could be here, Kaminise. He dropped his bag of warra nuts and in the same motion, had turned, ejecting the vibro blade from his wrist gauntlet and holding it to their throat. 

Ordo knew he had to do something. He, being a soldier could taste the unrest in the air everywhere he went. He decided to go and get a drink, though the voice in the back of his head told him that’s a terrible idea. 

He grabbed Kal’s jacket and walked out of his room. The sun stung his eyes and made his head throb worse then it already did. Ordo knew he couldn’t do anything to help the damned first order. The thought of their ‘stormtroopers’ enraged him, made him think of his fallen brothers. The real ones. 

As he was about to walk into the cantina, again, when he noticed a poster on the wall next to the door. 

Truth be told, he cared for next to nothing and almost no one on this rock, but Ami was nice to him. 

“YES!” Ordo screamed, finally remembering, but also making the poor merchant nearly fly out of his boots. The Falcon. 

Ordo began to make his way over there. 

Ordo let go of the bottle of Corellian liquor he had just finished and watched it roll down the sand bank. He had been on the beach sitting in the suns for a while now, drinking, a lot. So far he’s finished off three bottles of the whiskey, and was feeling like absolute shit. And he didn’t care one bit. 

At this point, the sun was really beginning to get to him, “Wonder how long three suns would take to kill me?” he asked himself.

Ordo laid down on his blanket he had brought with him, the sand on it irritating his chest and stomach as he did so. His head began to swim and his stomach churned. He closed his eyes but that only seemed to make things worse. 

‘Maybe more,” he slurred. Ordo turned and grabbed for the bag of whiskey he brought with him, and as he did someone walked between his hand and the bag. 

Ordo yearned to not feel, to be completely incoherent, which was the only time he wasn’t thinking of Bessany. And now, his completely plastered mind told him that someone was trying to take his escape away and he couldn’t stand it. He grabbed for their ankles.

Ordo had woken up with a burning need for physical activity. Something, anything. He looked down at himself when he stood up and was irritated and upset. He was getting to be gross. He was be no means over weight, because of the advanced metabolism he had, however, he was losing his muscle tone, and on top of this he felt horrid. All the drinking was really starting to get to him and his body. 

He stepped away from his bed and decided to try out some calisthenics, and after his second set of push ups decided he would be okay to go for a run. He pulled on his sneakers and threw on his under shirt and took a step toward the door. Just as he was about to go out, he looked down and saw his vibro blade gauntlet.

Ordo stared at it for a moment and then picked it up and slid it onto his wrist. He engaged the blade and smiled slightly at the chunk it made as it ejected and then retracted. Ordo walked out into the sun’s light and of the late morning and took a few slow steps and began his run down the street toward the cantina where he planned to stop for caf and a quick bite to eat before heading back to shower. 

Not to far down the street he thought he had seen a ghost pass him going the other direction. Clones, looked almost completely the same, as far as their facial features go. The man he had just passed had the face, albeit he had longer hair then a clone kept, and facial hair. Ordo decided he was going to find out for sure. He turned sharply around, almost getting flattened by a small speeder in the process. 

He picked up his pace, and one he saw the man he recognized, he sprinted the last little bit to get to him. Ordo flew past the man and then turned to face him, kicking up dust in the process. 

He turned to face him, “Who are you?”