25th November 2013 Monday
Day 329
36 days to go!
Fanfiction isn't working right now, but hopefully it will by the time I get back tonight.
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"So, is there anywhere we can join soon?" the leader asked at the control desk. Jenny spun around in her chair to face him, delivering a disappointed stare.
"Do you really have to do this? I mean, hopping like he does, Tung is really fast," she catches Dex's glance downwards, feeling the pang of guilt. "He's just…built like a frog; it's him."
"It wouldn't hurt to get some more training though," he sticks to his argument, and his tone sounds as though he is decided. "Learn how to outmanoeuvre insects, or whoever is troubling us. Maybe you could bring a few of your weapons, we could find a safer practice range to test them on."
Jenny rolled her eyes downwards in a thoughtful manner. "Yeah, and by the way there is somewhere. This boot camp runs near the edge of the spiral galaxy on Scopa Hydra. They accept beginners and teams continuously."
"Well sign us up," he said, with a tone of dejection. "I'll start to herd the team and we'll prep the ship."
"Why do I have to do this?" the tracker pleaded with his leader as they made their way to the ship. "Even if I'm not fast, my nose has tracked down more insects than my feet ever have."
"You're feet have been the problem sometimes," Zap interrupted, hardly trying to fight off his smirk as the group entered the helm. "You know how many times you've tripped on your own feet? Or failed to get the scent of a bug because of the stench in your stocks?"
"That has nothing to do with my fitness-"
"Enough," Dex ordered in a slightly raised voice. Even Jenny turned around to hear what he had to say. "Tung, we're not doing this solely because of you. We're all going, we're all participating for improvement so we can all contribute better as a team."
Everyone kept their mouths shut as they took their seats, deciding not to argue with Dex anymore.
"We're here," the clone announced, resulting in the team to lean forward in their seats to get a better look. Zap merely shot her a look.
"How did you get us here so fast?"
The ship landed with a squelch in the mud, sinking a little further than normal and resting the craft on an angle. Dex opened the port, pulling a puzzled look at the surrounding environment. The rest of his team were no different.
All around, people in black shirts and camo-print pants were jumping over obstacles and running laps. They were all red faced and panting, and certain groups were being shouted at by a group leader.
"Are you sure it's not too late to turn back?" Tung whispered to Dex. The leader began to bite his lower lip, seriously considering racing back in to the ship. That is, until they were approached by their drill instructor.
"Hey guys, welcome to my camp. I'll be your instructor-" the girl lifted her head up, raising an eyebrow at the shocked stares from the three boys.
"What?"
They parted, revealing Jenny with the same expression. "Jenny?"
The other clone allowed her mouth to open slowly at the sight, before it stretched in to a huge grin.
"Oh my gosh, Jenny?" she leapt forward, wrapping her strong arms around the smaller clone's neck. "I had no idea any of us escaped. How are you?"
"I'm fine," she said while inhaling sharps doses of fresh air. Her sister grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry," she apologized, but Jenny 10 was quick to wave it off.
"Don't be," she smiled, standing in front of the team. "This is my team; Dex, the leader, Zap the pilot and Tung our tracker. Guys, this is Jenny 5, she's-"
"Combat expert," the clone interrupted quickly with a huge smirk. "And since you've landed on this planet, I'm here to get you and your crew in to shape."
Everyone looked nervous, but were quickly put to rest by Jenny 10's reassuring smile.
"Are there any questions before we begin?" she asked, taking a clipboard from another drill sergeant as they started handing out the proper uniform. A green glove gingerly raised itself in to the air.
"Yeah, one; where's the buffet table?"
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