❛ I think the worst of it’s over now. ❜
@starbrd :\\ Meme
Ex ARC scanned the area, hidden gaze shifting to her only when he deemed it safe.Careful movements are taken, the man soon after spinning the twin blasters so that he could holster them. “I think you’re right.” A soft exhale from modulators and the trooper shifted, tapping a nearby storm trooper’s cracked armor with his foot.. watching as it crumbled off their arm. “Poor kriffer’s armor can’t handle the beating it takes in these situations.” His head shook, Some part of him wondered when they changed the armor to be this brittle.. and another part wondered if there was a way... that the clones taken in.. would have been shown some mercy.. but a larger part of him decided they probably didn’t spare a single trooper.
Head tilted, neck popping some before he turned his attention back on the mandalorian. “I appreciate the assist, kid.” Shoulder rolled, the joints popping before he shifted his weight. “What brings you out here?” Not that it was unusual for him.. but he didn’t go to missions much anymore. Mercenary work was easy at first, but now it was getting to being difficult.. The storm troopers thought they could overrun the ARC. They didn’t know who he was.. but he feared the day they found out the truth. There would be more people trying to kill him than there already were.
Obvious clone armor, though the colors didn’t indicate a battalion. Black and white with red accents.. in many cases it was a memorial to do it. For him, it was to remember those that had fallen along his way.. and those that lost who they were before they were killed. ARC Pauldrons settled over shoulder pieces, something many wouldn’t recognize had they not seen clones before the fall of the republic.
