Finding Myself
It's ironic, I joined this ragtag crew so I could be different. Only to find that I'm no different than a blade of grass on Eldrid. Being a clone isn't so bad when your surrounded by clones who are exactly like you. You don't have to check yourself, you don't have to explain yourself. You don't have to watch what you say about a certain rogue leader's fine ass. And you don't get chased around by a twelve year old with 4 arms shooting off shadow pillars at you, when you say something about her leaders fine ass.
Being a part of Battleborn isn't so bad all the time. I have Montana, he's been the best friend I would hope for. He actually understands my odd tendencies and he's never afraid to get into trouble. Plus he won't hesitate to catch that Orendi bitch before she sets my ass on fire and that is definitely a bonus. All in all, it's not so bad, except that I still don't have much of an identity. I'm still just a number in a sea of numbers. Only in this case the sea of numbers calls me Oscar Mike, and I have to remember more names. I guess I'll just have to live with being a cog in the machine as always, after all, that's what I was made for.
"Oscar Mike! GET YOUR ASS TO MY OFFICE NOW AND BRING MONTANA WITH YOU!"
Well I guess Gault finally found the present Montana and I left in his drawer last week. "Hey bro get yo ass outta bed ya lazy sonofa bitch! Caps callin'!" I'm surprised Montana hasn't knocked the door to my quarters straight off its hinges with his banging yet. "Yeah yeah I'm comin'" It's a pity I have to get up, I was comfortable laying in bed. But we all know when Gault says jump you better be jumping. "Hey man how's it going dude? You come up with a way to get back at the witch yet? I was thinking we could…" this is one of my favorite things about Montana, he can talk and talk and talk about anything and he doesn't particularly care if you reply, or if your even listening it reminds me of being back on the field with the clones. I wonder how pissed off Gault is going to be at us. It was only a little explosive.
Montana and I walked into Gault's office to find a destroyed desk with shredded papers and soot all over the place. I could barely hold back my laughter. "THE FUCK ARE YOU BOYS TRYING TO DO? GET THROWN OUT THE AIRLOCK?" Wow he must be real pissed. "Naw man we just tryin' ta 'ave some fun up in this shit" aaaaand here's Montana running his mouth again. And Gault berating us… as usual. And no doubt he'll send us on a mission to get us out of his hair just like always. Oh, he said my name I should probably listen up. "... With Benedict"
Oh fuck…