Yoru

Age: 21

Sexuality: homosexuell

Height: 1.75 m

"... exist, we lived, we weren't taken by the... is lying..." -Yoru

Blue. That was the first thing CC-2413 noticed when he met his general. Now there was an abundance of blue on Kamino, with his home world being an ocean planet. But it wasn't this kind of blue.

No, the Generals eyes were such a vibrant color that it would even put a star in its shadow, as the Jedi smiled at him with such a genuine expression that it was almost overwhelming. They weren't taught how to deal with this in training. What an oversight.

"You must be my new Commander?", General Hisago asked, and even his voice seemed to be glowing with genuine positivity. Was this a test? Perhaps, after all the vode had been thought that the Jedi would be constantly testing them, that the requirements on Kamino were nothing compared to what would be expected from them in the GAR. But CC-2413 was the best of the best, always had been. He'd go above and beyond to prove that as well.

"Yes sir, I'm CC-2413", he said perfectly timed, perfectly studied, while saluting. But as a response he only got an "At ease Commander, I'm not going to bite if your head for breathing wrong", from his general. How odd ... Surely yet another test. For a moment they absorbed each other quietly and suddenly CC-2413 wasn't so sure if he had reacted correctly.

The flight to the venator was... Odd as well. His new general didn't seem to be mad at him, yet his gaze seemed focused on the clone trooper the entire time. It was unnerving, but he tried his best to not let his feelings of anxiousness take the upper hand. He was a soldier first and foremost, his purpose was to die for his General and serve him in the war effort. The issue was, if it was true what the Kaminoans had said about the Jedi, they could feel their feelings. And he didn't want to make general Hisago think he was a paranoid shiny.

"Is there anything else besides your designation you'd like to be called?", the brunette suddenly asked, breaking the long silence between them. Perhaps CC-2413 took too long to answer, because he then added, "it's okay if it's too private. But I've noticed some of the troopers of my battalion call each other by names."

Well now it was too awkward to say his name, so CC-2413 simply muttered an "My designation is fine, sir."

Working with the General proved different from what he had expected, in the first few days it was nothing but paperwork. Which was not necessarily surprising considering the fact that CC-2413 had joined the battalion as a Marshal Commander just because Lev had gotten injured enough to be called back to Kamino. So while CC-2413 had become Marshall Commander Lev had become a trainer to the cadets. And although the alpha class clone could be quite intimidating, he was still glad that there was a brother looking out for his vod'ika.

But it still felt a little odd, working together with a jetti and CC-2413 still wasn't entirely sure his General wasn't just testing him. It had all began when General Hisago had offered him some caf when they were doing some paperwork during the Venator classe's night cycle.

"Please Commander, if you wish to, go to sleep I can also finish this on my own", the Jedi had offered when the both of the had sat crammed into the Generals office, looking over a report for requested materials from this battalion and a few others. Even if most of the items were quite obvious, considering they were in a literall galaxy wide war, the senate still wanted each and every penny justified.  As if money was the most precious thing on earth. "Sir?"

"Ive dealt with those penny pinchers often enough, surely I can also finish this on my own." CC-2413 looked into his blue eyes searching for any sign of doubt in his abilities. But there was nothing. Well not nothing, he saw exhaustion but also care. Care like vode had for one another, as if they were worth the same. And in that moment he was sure, he had to make sure to finish quickly so the General could rest. "Sir, I can't leave all the work to you, that would be preposterous."

And then the general laughed. "Oh dear, preposterous? Well I can't force you..." Technically he could, the General could just give the orders and the clones had to follow. It was the simple way of things, follow orders or get decommissioned. Perhaps reconditioned if they were lucky, but either way refusing orders ended up in the vode being wiped away. Not that CC-2413 could do anything about that. To the republic they weren't even sentient.

But the General wasnt done yet: "... But let me at least treat you to a drink. What do you prefer? Caf? Tea? I must apologize, I don't have a big assortment of teas but maybe I'll find something you like?"

"Something I like, Sir? Does it matter what I like?" For a moment he saw a shadow make its way over the Jedis face, a deep frown with something that seemed like anger bubbling under the surface. CC-2413 wanted to apologize, even though he wasn't quite sure what he did wrong, but the brunett across from him was faster. "Of course it matters what you like. No matter what the Kaminoans or the Republic might say, you are all people. People forced to fight in a war that isn't theirs, sure, but if anything we have to make it up to you."

That was surprisng and before really realising he stated: "I- I'd like a tea, please." He remembered Lev  always enjoying those and due to his ori'vod being a part of the 372th attack battalion before him he assumed that perhaps their cantina had good tea. The General seemed satisfied and quickly walked over to rummage through his own cuppard, so it actually was his own tea instead of whatever the GAR was kind enough to provide.

"Hmm, I have a black tea blend that should help you stay awake if you so desire. Or this green tea... Honestly I don't know a lot about teas." Huh, so they had been exclusively for Lev? Or perhaps for the Generals former padawan or another natborn? "Uhm, yeah black tea is fine", CC-2413 quickly said, not wanting to cause too much trouble.

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Translation for the mando'a:

Vod - sibling, brother, sister, close mate, comrade

Vod'ika - dear sibling, dear friend, younger sibling

Blue. That was the first thing CC-2413 noticed when he met his general. Now there was an abundance of blue on Kamino, with his home world being an ocean planet. But it wasn't this kind of blue.

No, the Generals eyes were such a vibrant color that it would even put a star in its shadow, as the Jedi smiled at him with such a genuine expression that it was almost overwhelming. They weren't taught how to deal with this in training. What an oversight.

"You must be my new Commander?", General Hisago asked, and even his voice seemed to be glowing with genuine positivity. Was this a test? Perhaps, after all the vode had been thought that the Jedi would be constantly testing them, that the requirements on Kamino were nothing compared to what would be expected from them in the GAR. But CC-2413 was the best of the best, always had been. He'd go above and beyond to prove that as well.

"Yes sir, I'm CC-2413", he said perfectly timed, perfectly studied, while saluting. But as a response he only got an "At ease Commander, I'm not going to bite if your head for breathing wrong", from his general. How odd ... Surely yet another test. For a moment they absorbed each other quietly and suddenly CC-2413 wasn't so sure if he had reacted correctly.

The flight to the venator was... Odd as well. His new general didn't seem to be mad at him, yet his gaze seemed focused on the clone trooper the entire time. It was unnerving, but he tried his best to not let his feelings of anxiousness take the upper hand. He was a soldier first and foremost, his purpose was to die for his General and serve him in the war effort. The issue was, if it was true what the Kaminoans had said about the Jedi, they could feel their feelings. And he didn't want to make general Hisago think he was a paranoid shiny.

"Is there anything else besides your designation you'd like to be called?", the brunette suddenly asked, breaking the long silence between them. Perhaps CC-2413 took too long to answer, because he then added, "it's okay if it's too private. But I've noticed some of the troopers of my battalion call each other by names."

Well now it was too awkward to say his name, so CC-2413 simply muttered an "My designation is fine, sir."

Working with the General proved different from what he had expected, in the first few days it was nothing but paperwork. Which was not necessarily surprising considering the fact that CC-2413 had joined the battalion as a Marshal Commander just because Lev had gotten injured enough to be called back to Kamino. So while CC-2413 had become Marshall Commander Lev had become a trainer to the cadets. And although the alpha class clone could be quite intimidating, he was still glad that there was a brother looking out for his vod'ika.

But it still felt a little odd, working together with a jetti and CC-2413 still wasn't entirely sure his General wasn't just testing him. It had all began when General Hisago had offered him some caf when they were doing some paperwork during the Venator classe's night cycle.

"Please Commander, if you wish to, go to sleep I can also finish this on my own", the Jedi had offered when the both of the had sat crammed into the Generals office, looking over a report for requested materials from this battalion and a few others. Even if most of the items were quite obvious, considering they were in a literall galaxy wide war, the senate still wanted each and every penny justified.  As if money was the most precious thing on earth. "Sir?"

"Ive dealt with those penny pinchers often enough, surely I can also finish this on my own." CC-2413 looked into his blue eyes searching for any sign of doubt in his abilities. But there was nothing. Well not nothing, he saw exhaustion but also care. Care like vode had for one another, as if they were worth the same. And in that moment he was sure, he had to make sure to finish quickly so the General could rest. "Sir, I can't leave all the work to you, that would be preposterous."

And then the general laughed. "Oh dear, preposterous? Well I can't force you..." Technically he could, the General could just give the orders and the clones had to follow. It was the simple way of things, follow orders or get decommissioned. Perhaps reconditioned if they were lucky, but either way refusing orders ended up in the vode being wiped away. Not that CC-2413 could do anything about that. To the republic they weren't even sentient.

But the General wasnt done yet: "... But let me at least treat you to a drink. What do you prefer? Caf? Tea? I must apologize, I don't have a big assortment of teas but maybe I'll find something you like?"

"Something I like, Sir? Does it matter what I like?" For a moment he saw a shadow make its way over the Jedis face, a deep frown with something that seemed like anger bubbling under the surface. CC-2413 wanted to apologize, even though he wasn't quite sure what he did wrong, but the brunett across from him was faster. "Of course it matters what you like. No matter what the Kaminoans or the Republic might say, you are all people. People forced to fight in a war that isn't theirs, sure, but if anything we have to make it up to you."

That was surprisng and before really realising he stated: "I- I'd like a tea, please." He remembered Lev  always enjoying those and due to his ori'vod being a part of the 372th attack battalion before him he assumed that perhaps their cantina had good tea. The General seemed satisfied and quickly walked over to rummage through his own cuppard, so it actually was his own tea instead of whatever the GAR was kind enough to provide.

"Hmm, I have a black tea blend that should help you stay awake if you so desire. Or this green tea... Honestly I don't know a lot about teas." Huh, so they had been exclusively for Lev? Or perhaps for the Generals former padawan or another natborn? "Uhm, yeah black tea is fine", CC-2413 quickly said, not wanting to cause too much trouble.

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Translation for the mando'a:

Vod - sibling, brother, sister, close mate, comrade

Vod'ika - dear sibling, dear friend, younger sibling

Blue. That was the first thing CC-2413 noticed when he met his general. Now there was an abundance of blue on Kamino, with his home world being an ocean planet. But it wasn't this kind of blue.

No, the Generals eyes were such a vibrant color that it would even put a star in its shadow, as the Jedi smiled at him with such a genuine expression that it was almost overwhelming. They weren't taught how to deal with this in training. What an oversight.

"You must be my new Commander?", General Hisago asked, and even his voice seemed to be glowing with genuine positivity. Was this a test? Perhaps, after all the vode had been thought that the Jedi would be constantly testing them, that the requirements on Kamino were nothing compared to what would be expected from them in the GAR. But CC-2413 was the best of the best, always had been. He'd go above and beyond to prove that as well.

"Yes sir, I'm CC-2413", he said perfectly timed, perfectly studied, while saluting. But as a response he only got an "At ease Commander, I'm not going to bite if your head for breathing wrong", from his general. How odd ... Surely yet another test. For a moment they absorbed each other quietly and suddenly CC-2413 wasn't so sure if he had reacted correctly.

The flight to the venator was... Odd as well. His new general didn't seem to be mad at him, yet his gaze seemed focused on the clone trooper the entire time. It was unnerving, but he tried his best to not let his feelings of anxiousness take the upper hand. He was a soldier first and foremost, his purpose was to die for his General and serve him in the war effort. The issue was, if it was true what the Kaminoans had said about the Jedi, they could feel their feelings. And he didn't want to make general Hisago think he was a paranoid shiny.

"Is there anything else besides your designation you'd like to be called?", the brunette suddenly asked, breaking the long silence between them. Perhaps CC-2413 took too long to answer, because he then added, "it's okay if it's too private. But I've noticed some of the troopers of my battalion call each other by names."

Well now it was too awkward to say his name, so CC-2413 simply muttered an "My designation is fine, sir."

Working with the General proved different from what he had expected, in the first few days it was nothing but paperwork. Which was not necessarily surprising considering the fact that CC-2413 had joined the battalion as a Marshal Commander just because Lev had gotten injured enough to be called back to Kamino. So while CC-2413 had become Marshall Commander Lev had become a trainer to the cadets. And although the alpha class clone could be quite intimidating, he was still glad that there was a brother looking out for his vod'ika.

But it still felt a little odd, working together with a jetti and CC-2413 still wasn't entirely sure his General wasn't just testing him. It had all began when General Hisago had offered him some caf when they were doing some paperwork during the Venator classe's night cycle.

"Please Commander, if you wish to, go to sleep I can also finish this on my own", the Jedi had offered when the both of the had sat crammed into the Generals office, looking over a report for requested materials from this battalion and a few others. Even if most of the items were quite obvious, considering they were in a literall galaxy wide war, the senate still wanted each and every penny justified.  As if money was the most precious thing on earth. "Sir?"

"Ive dealt with those penny pinchers often enough, surely I can also finish this on my own." CC-2413 looked into his blue eyes searching for any sign of doubt in his abilities. But there was nothing. Well not nothing, he saw exhaustion but also care. Care like vode had for one another, as if they were worth the same. And in that moment he was sure, he had to make sure to finish quickly so the General could rest. "Sir, I can't leave all the work to you, that would be preposterous."

And then the general laughed. "Oh dear, preposterous? Well I can't force you..." Technically he could, the General could just give the orders and the clones had to follow. It was the simple way of things, follow orders or get decommissioned. Perhaps reconditioned if they were lucky, but either way refusing orders ended up in the vode being wiped away. Not that CC-2413 could do anything about that. To the republic they weren't even sentient.

But the General wasnt done yet: "... But let me at least treat you to a drink. What do you prefer? Caf? Tea? I must apologize, I don't have a big assortment of teas but maybe I'll find something you like?"

"Something I like, Sir? Does it matter what I like?" For a moment he saw a shadow make its way over the Jedis face, a deep frown with something that seemed like anger bubbling under the surface. CC-2413 wanted to apologize, even though he wasn't quite sure what he did wrong, but the brunett across from him was faster. "Of course it matters what you like. No matter what the Kaminoans or the Republic might say, you are all people. People forced to fight in a war that isn't theirs, sure, but if anything we have to make it up to you."

That was surprisng and before really realising he stated: "I- I'd like a tea, please." He remembered Lev  always enjoying those and due to his ori'vod being a part of the 372th attack battalion before him he assumed that perhaps their cantina had good tea. The General seemed satisfied and quickly walked over to rummage through his own cuppard, so it actually was his own tea instead of whatever the GAR was kind enough to provide.

"Hmm, I have a black tea blend that should help you stay awake if you so desire. Or this green tea... Honestly I don't know a lot about teas." Huh, so they had been exclusively for Lev? Or perhaps for the Generals former padawan or another natborn? "Uhm, yeah black tea is fine", CC-2413 quickly said, not wanting to cause too much trouble.

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Translation for the mando'a:

Vod - sibling, brother, sister, close mate, comrade

Vod'ika - dear sibling, dear friend, younger sibling

Blue. That was the first thing CC-2413 noticed when he met his general. Now there was an abundance of blue on Kamino, with his home world being an ocean planet. But it wasn't this kind of blue.

No, the Generals eyes were such a vibrant color that it would even put a star in its shadow, as the Jedi smiled at him with such a genuine expression that it was almost overwhelming. They weren't taught how to deal with this in training. What an oversight.

"You must be my new Commander?", General Hisago asked, and even his voice seemed to be glowing with genuine positivity. Was this a test? Perhaps, after all the vode had been thought that the Jedi would be constantly testing them, that the requirements on Kamino were nothing compared to what would be expected from them in the GAR. But CC-2413 was the best of the best, always had been. He'd go above and beyond to prove that as well.

"Yes sir, I'm CC-2413", he said perfectly timed, perfectly studied, while saluting. But as a response he only got an "At ease Commander, I'm not going to bite if your head for breathing wrong", from his general. How odd ... Surely yet another test. For a moment they absorbed each other quietly and suddenly CC-2413 wasn't so sure if he had reacted correctly.

The flight to the venator was... Odd as well. His new general didn't seem to be mad at him, yet his gaze seemed focused on the clone trooper the entire time. It was unnerving, but he tried his best to not let his feelings of anxiousness take the upper hand. He was a soldier first and foremost, his purpose was to die for his General and serve him in the war effort. The issue was, if it was true what the Kaminoans had said about the Jedi, they could feel their feelings. And he didn't want to make general Hisago think he was a paranoid shiny.

"Is there anything else besides your designation you'd like to be called?", the brunette suddenly asked, breaking the long silence between them. Perhaps CC-2413 took too long to answer, because he then added, "it's okay if it's too private. But I've noticed some of the troopers of my battalion call each other by names."

Well now it was too awkward to say his name, so CC-2413 simply muttered an "My designation is fine, sir."

Working with the General proved different from what he had expected, in the first few days it was nothing but paperwork. Which was not necessarily surprising considering the fact that CC-2413 had joined the battalion as a Marshal Commander just because Lev had gotten injured enough to be called back to Kamino. So while CC-2413 had become Marshall Commander Lev had become a trainer to the cadets. And although the alpha class clone could be quite intimidating, he was still glad that there was a brother looking out for his vod'ika.

But it still felt a little odd, working together with a jetti and CC-2413 still wasn't entirely sure his General wasn't just testing him. It had all began when General Hisago had offered him some caf when they were doing some paperwork during the Venator classe's night cycle.

"Please Commander, if you wish to, go to sleep I can also finish this on my own", the Jedi had offered when the both of the had sat crammed into the Generals office, looking over a report for requested materials from this battalion and a few others. Even if most of the items were quite obvious, considering they were in a literall galaxy wide war, the senate still wanted each and every penny justified.  As if money was the most precious thing on earth. "Sir?"

"Ive dealt with those penny pinchers often enough, surely I can also finish this on my own." CC-2413 looked into his blue eyes searching for any sign of doubt in his abilities. But there was nothing. Well not nothing, he saw exhaustion but also care. Care like vode had for one another, as if they were worth the same. And in that moment he was sure, he had to make sure to finish quickly so the General could rest. "Sir, I can't leave all the work to you, that would be preposterous."

And then the general laughed. "Oh dear, preposterous? Well I can't force you..." Technically he could, the General could just give the orders and the clones had to follow. It was the simple way of things, follow orders or get decommissioned. Perhaps reconditioned if they were lucky, but either way refusing orders ended up in the vode being wiped away. Not that CC-2413 could do anything about that. To the republic they weren't even sentient.

But the General wasnt done yet: "... But let me at least treat you to a drink. What do you prefer? Caf? Tea? I must apologize, I don't have a big assortment of teas but maybe I'll find something you like?"

"Something I like, Sir? Does it matter what I like?" For a moment he saw a shadow make its way over the Jedis face, a deep frown with something that seemed like anger bubbling under the surface. CC-2413 wanted to apologize, even though he wasn't quite sure what he did wrong, but the brunett across from him was faster. "Of course it matters what you like. No matter what the Kaminoans or the Republic might say, you are all people. People forced to fight in a war that isn't theirs, sure, but if anything we have to make it up to you."

That was surprisng and before really realising he stated: "I- I'd like a tea, please." He remembered Lev  always enjoying those and due to his ori'vod being a part of the 372th attack battalion before him he assumed that perhaps their cantina had good tea. The General seemed satisfied and quickly walked over to rummage through his own cuppard, so it actually was his own tea instead of whatever the GAR was kind enough to provide.

"Hmm, I have a black tea blend that should help you stay awake if you so desire. Or this green tea... Honestly I don't know a lot about teas." Huh, so they had been exclusively for Lev? Or perhaps for the Generals former padawan or another natborn? "Uhm, yeah black tea is fine", CC-2413 quickly said, not wanting to cause too much trouble.

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Translation for the mando'a:

Vod - sibling, brother, sister, close mate, comrade

Vod'ika - dear sibling, dear friend, younger sibling

Blue. That was the first thing CC-2413 noticed when he met his general. Now there was an abundance of blue on Kamino, with his home world being an ocean planet. But it wasn't this kind of blue.

No, the Generals eyes were such a vibrant color that it would even put a star in its shadow, as the Jedi smiled at him with such a genuine expression that it was almost overwhelming. They weren't taught how to deal with this in training. What an oversight.

"You must be my new Commander?", General Hisago asked, and even his voice seemed to be glowing with genuine positivity. Was this a test? Perhaps, after all the vode had been thought that the Jedi would be constantly testing them, that the requirements on Kamino were nothing compared to what would be expected from them in the GAR. But CC-2413 was the best of the best, always had been. He'd go above and beyond to prove that as well.

"Yes sir, I'm CC-2413", he said perfectly timed, perfectly studied, while saluting. But as a response he only got an "At ease Commander, I'm not going to bite if your head for breathing wrong", from his general. How odd ... Surely yet another test. For a moment they absorbed each other quietly and suddenly CC-2413 wasn't so sure if he had reacted correctly.

The flight to the venator was... Odd as well. His new general didn't seem to be mad at him, yet his gaze seemed focused on the clone trooper the entire time. It was unnerving, but he tried his best to not let his feelings of anxiousness take the upper hand. He was a soldier first and foremost, his purpose was to die for his General and serve him in the war effort. The issue was, if it was true what the Kaminoans had said about the Jedi, they could feel their feelings. And he didn't want to make general Hisago think he was a paranoid shiny.

"Is there anything else besides your designation you'd like to be called?", the brunette suddenly asked, breaking the long silence between them. Perhaps CC-2413 took too long to answer, because he then added, "it's okay if it's too private. But I've noticed some of the troopers of my battalion call each other by names."

Well now it was too awkward to say his name, so CC-2413 simply muttered an "My designation is fine, sir."

Working with the General proved different from what he had expected, in the first few days it was nothing but paperwork. Which was not necessarily surprising considering the fact that CC-2413 had joined the battalion as a Marshal Commander just because Lev had gotten injured enough to be called back to Kamino. So while CC-2413 had become Marshall Commander Lev had become a trainer to the cadets. And although the alpha class clone could be quite intimidating, he was still glad that there was a brother looking out for his vod'ika.

But it still felt a little odd, working together with a jetti and CC-2413 still wasn't entirely sure his General wasn't just testing him. It had all began when General Hisago had offered him some caf when they were doing some paperwork during the Venator classe's night cycle.

"Please Commander, if you wish to, go to sleep I can also finish this on my own", the Jedi had offered when the both of the had sat crammed into the Generals office, looking over a report for requested materials from this battalion and a few others. Even if most of the items were quite obvious, considering they were in a literall galaxy wide war, the senate still wanted each and every penny justified.  As if money was the most precious thing on earth. "Sir?"

"Ive dealt with those penny pinchers often enough, surely I can also finish this on my own." CC-2413 looked into his blue eyes searching for any sign of doubt in his abilities. But there was nothing. Well not nothing, he saw exhaustion but also care. Care like vode had for one another, as if they were worth the same. And in that moment he was sure, he had to make sure to finish quickly so the General could rest. "Sir, I can't leave all the work to you, that would be preposterous."

And then the general laughed. "Oh dear, preposterous? Well I can't force you..." Technically he could, the General could just give the orders and the clones had to follow. It was the simple way of things, follow orders or get decommissioned. Perhaps reconditioned if they were lucky, but either way refusing orders ended up in the vode being wiped away. Not that CC-2413 could do anything about that. To the republic they weren't even sentient.

But the General wasnt done yet: "... But let me at least treat you to a drink. What do you prefer? Caf? Tea? I must apologize, I don't have a big assortment of teas but maybe I'll find something you like?"

"Something I like, Sir? Does it matter what I like?" For a moment he saw a shadow make its way over the Jedis face, a deep frown with something that seemed like anger bubbling under the surface. CC-2413 wanted to apologize, even though he wasn't quite sure what he did wrong, but the brunett across from him was faster. "Of course it matters what you like. No matter what the Kaminoans or the Republic might say, you are all people. People forced to fight in a war that isn't theirs, sure, but if anything we have to make it up to you."

That was surprisng and before really realising he stated: "I- I'd like a tea, please." He remembered Lev  always enjoying those and due to his ori'vod being a part of the 372th attack battalion before him he assumed that perhaps their cantina had good tea. The General seemed satisfied and quickly walked over to rummage through his own cuppard, so it actually was his own tea instead of whatever the GAR was kind enough to provide.

"Hmm, I have a black tea blend that should help you stay awake if you so desire. Or this green tea... Honestly I don't know a lot about teas." Huh, so they had been exclusively for Lev? Or perhaps for the Generals former padawan or another natborn? "Uhm, yeah black tea is fine", CC-2413 quickly said, not wanting to cause too much trouble.

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Translation for the mando'a:

Vod - sibling, brother, sister, close mate, comrade

Vod'ika - dear sibling, dear friend, younger sibling

Blue. That was the first thing CC-2413 noticed when he met his general. Now there was an abundance of blue on Kamino, with his home world being an ocean planet. But it wasn't this kind of blue.

No, the Generals eyes were such a vibrant color that it would even put a star in its shadow, as the Jedi smiled at him with such a genuine expression that it was almost overwhelming. They weren't taught how to deal with this in training. What an oversight.

"You must be my new Commander?", General Hisago asked, and even his voice seemed to be glowing with genuine positivity. Was this a test? Perhaps, after all the vode had been thought that the Jedi would be constantly testing them, that the requirements on Kamino were nothing compared to what would be expected from them in the GAR. But CC-2413 was the best of the best, always had been. He'd go above and beyond to prove that as well.

"Yes sir, I'm CC-2413", he said perfectly timed, perfectly studied, while saluting. But as a response he only got an "At ease Commander, I'm not going to bite if your head for breathing wrong", from his general. How odd ... Surely yet another test. For a moment they absorbed each other quietly and suddenly CC-2413 wasn't so sure if he had reacted correctly.

The flight to the venator was... Odd as well. His new general didn't seem to be mad at him, yet his gaze seemed focused on the clone trooper the entire time. It was unnerving, but he tried his best to not let his feelings of anxiousness take the upper hand. He was a soldier first and foremost, his purpose was to die for his General and serve him in the war effort. The issue was, if it was true what the Kaminoans had said about the Jedi, they could feel their feelings. And he didn't want to make general Hisago think he was a paranoid shiny.

"Is there anything else besides your designation you'd like to be called?", the brunette suddenly asked, breaking the long silence between them. Perhaps CC-2413 took too long to answer, because he then added, "it's okay if it's too private. But I've noticed some of the troopers of my battalion call each other by names."

Well now it was too awkward to say his name, so CC-2413 simply muttered an "My designation is fine, sir."

Working with the General proved different from what he had expected, in the first few days it was nothing but paperwork. Which was not necessarily surprising considering the fact that CC-2413 had joined the battalion as a Marshal Commander just because Lev had gotten injured enough to be called back to Kamino. So while CC-2413 had become Marshall Commander Lev had become a trainer to the cadets. And although the alpha class clone could be quite intimidating, he was still glad that there was a brother looking out for his vod'ika.

But it still felt a little odd, working together with a jetti and CC-2413 still wasn't entirely sure his General wasn't just testing him. It had all began when General Hisago had offered him some caf when they were doing some paperwork during the Venator classe's night cycle.

"Please Commander, if you wish to, go to sleep I can also finish this on my own", the Jedi had offered when the both of the had sat crammed into the Generals office, looking over a report for requested materials from this battalion and a few others. Even if most of the items were quite obvious, considering they were in a literall galaxy wide war, the senate still wanted each and every penny justified.  As if money was the most precious thing on earth. "Sir?"

"Ive dealt with those penny pinchers often enough, surely I can also finish this on my own." CC-2413 looked into his blue eyes searching for any sign of doubt in his abilities. But there was nothing. Well not nothing, he saw exhaustion but also care. Care like vode had for one another, as if they were worth the same. And in that moment he was sure, he had to make sure to finish quickly so the General could rest. "Sir, I can't leave all the work to you, that would be preposterous."

And then the general laughed. "Oh dear, preposterous? Well I can't force you..." Technically he could, the General could just give the orders and the clones had to follow. It was the simple way of things, follow orders or get decommissioned. Perhaps reconditioned if they were lucky, but either way refusing orders ended up in the vode being wiped away. Not that CC-2413 could do anything about that. To the republic they weren't even sentient.

But the General wasnt done yet: "... But let me at least treat you to a drink. What do you prefer? Caf? Tea? I must apologize, I don't have a big assortment of teas but maybe I'll find something you like?"

"Something I like, Sir? Does it matter what I like?" For a moment he saw a shadow make its way over the Jedis face, a deep frown with something that seemed like anger bubbling under the surface. CC-2413 wanted to apologize, even though he wasn't quite sure what he did wrong, but the brunett across from him was faster. "Of course it matters what you like. No matter what the Kaminoans or the Republic might say, you are all people. People forced to fight in a war that isn't theirs, sure, but if anything we have to make it up to you."

That was surprisng and before really realising he stated: "I- I'd like a tea, please." He remembered Lev  always enjoying those and due to his ori'vod being a part of the 372th attack battalion before him he assumed that perhaps their cantina had good tea. The General seemed satisfied and quickly walked over to rummage through his own cuppard, so it actually was his own tea instead of whatever the GAR was kind enough to provide.

"Hmm, I have a black tea blend that should help you stay awake if you so desire. Or this green tea... Honestly I don't know a lot about teas." Huh, so they had been exclusively for Lev? Or perhaps for the Generals former padawan or another natborn? "Uhm, yeah black tea is fine", CC-2413 quickly said, not wanting to cause too much trouble.

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Translation for the mando'a:

Vod - sibling, brother, sister, close mate, comrade

Vod'ika - dear sibling, dear friend, younger sibling

Blue. That was the first thing CC-2413 noticed when he met his general. Now there was an abundance of blue on Kamino, with his home world being an ocean planet. But it wasn't this kind of blue.

No, the Generals eyes were such a vibrant color that it would even put a star in its shadow, as the Jedi smiled at him with such a genuine expression that it was almost overwhelming. They weren't taught how to deal with this in training. What an oversight.

"You must be my new Commander?", General Hisago asked, and even his voice seemed to be glowing with genuine positivity. Was this a test? Perhaps, after all the vode had been thought that the Jedi would be constantly testing them, that the requirements on Kamino were nothing compared to what would be expected from them in the GAR. But CC-2413 was the best of the best, always had been. He'd go above and beyond to prove that as well.

"Yes sir, I'm CC-2413", he said perfectly timed, perfectly studied, while saluting. But as a response he only got an "At ease Commander, I'm not going to bite if your head for breathing wrong", from his general. How odd ... Surely yet another test. For a moment they absorbed each other quietly and suddenly CC-2413 wasn't so sure if he had reacted correctly.

The flight to the venator was... Odd as well. His new general didn't seem to be mad at him, yet his gaze seemed focused on the clone trooper the entire time. It was unnerving, but he tried his best to not let his feelings of anxiousness take the upper hand. He was a soldier first and foremost, his purpose was to die for his General and serve him in the war effort. The issue was, if it was true what the Kaminoans had said about the Jedi, they could feel their feelings. And he didn't want to make general Hisago think he was a paranoid shiny.

"Is there anything else besides your designation you'd like to be called?", the brunette suddenly asked, breaking the long silence between them. Perhaps CC-2413 took too long to answer, because he then added, "it's okay if it's too private. But I've noticed some of the troopers of my battalion call each other by names."

Well now it was too awkward to say his name, so CC-2413 simply muttered an "My designation is fine, sir."

Working with the General proved different from what he had expected, in the first few days it was nothing but paperwork. Which was not necessarily surprising considering the fact that CC-2413 had joined the battalion as a Marshal Commander just because Lev had gotten injured enough to be called back to Kamino. So while CC-2413 had become Marshall Commander Lev had become a trainer to the cadets. And although the alpha class clone could be quite intimidating, he was still glad that there was a brother looking out for his vod'ika.

But it still felt a little odd, working together with a jetti and CC-2413 still wasn't entirely sure his General wasn't just testing him. It had all began when General Hisago had offered him some caf when they were doing some paperwork during the Venator classe's night cycle.

"Please Commander, if you wish to, go to sleep I can also finish this on my own", the Jedi had offered when the both of the had sat crammed into the Generals office, looking over a report for requested materials from this battalion and a few others. Even if most of the items were quite obvious, considering they were in a literall galaxy wide war, the senate still wanted each and every penny justified.  As if money was the most precious thing on earth. "Sir?"

"Ive dealt with those penny pinchers often enough, surely I can also finish this on my own." CC-2413 looked into his blue eyes searching for any sign of doubt in his abilities. But there was nothing. Well not nothing, he saw exhaustion but also care. Care like vode had for one another, as if they were worth the same. And in that moment he was sure, he had to make sure to finish quickly so the General could rest. "Sir, I can't leave all the work to you, that would be preposterous."

And then the general laughed. "Oh dear, preposterous? Well I can't force you..." Technically he could, the General could just give the orders and the clones had to follow. It was the simple way of things, follow orders or get decommissioned. Perhaps reconditioned if they were lucky, but either way refusing orders ended up in the vode being wiped away. Not that CC-2413 could do anything about that. To the republic they weren't even sentient.

But the General wasnt done yet: "... But let me at least treat you to a drink. What do you prefer? Caf? Tea? I must apologize, I don't have a big assortment of teas but maybe I'll find something you like?"

"Something I like, Sir? Does it matter what I like?" For a moment he saw a shadow make its way over the Jedis face, a deep frown with something that seemed like anger bubbling under the surface. CC-2413 wanted to apologize, even though he wasn't quite sure what he did wrong, but the brunett across from him was faster. "Of course it matters what you like. No matter what the Kaminoans or the Republic might say, you are all people. People forced to fight in a war that isn't theirs, sure, but if anything we have to make it up to you."

That was surprisng and before really realising he stated: "I- I'd like a tea, please." He remembered Lev  always enjoying those and due to his ori'vod being a part of the 372th attack battalion before him he assumed that perhaps their cantina had good tea. The General seemed satisfied and quickly walked over to rummage through his own cuppard, so it actually was his own tea instead of whatever the GAR was kind enough to provide.

"Hmm, I have a black tea blend that should help you stay awake if you so desire. Or this green tea... Honestly I don't know a lot about teas." Huh, so they had been exclusively for Lev? Or perhaps for the Generals former padawan or another natborn? "Uhm, yeah black tea is fine", CC-2413 quickly said, not wanting to cause too much trouble.

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Translation for the mando'a:

Vod - sibling, brother, sister, close mate, comrade

Vod'ika - dear sibling, dear friend, younger sibling