When I don't know what to write, I always write the boys in the 566th. They are my favorite. :D Thanks to Aurora Lunar 0Love This0 and Neon Templar for reviewing! Please review and do my poll! I live on reviews! :D
Go away, was Laurie's first thought. The footsteps sounded like Exhaust's.
"What do you want?"
"I'll ignore that comment."
Laurie's next thought was; you di'kut. "Lieutenant Sandstorm," he said snapping to attention.
"Relax; neither of us are on duty. Besides it's annoying when people are constantly saluting me." Laurie relaxed but his eyes never left Sand's face. How he envied his brother's blond hair and blue eyes. Sands was as lucky as a troop got. Having both recessive genes made him unique.
"You wish you were me." Laurie was startled, how did Sands know that? "You're probably wondering how I know that. And no, I am not reading your mind. Do you have any idea how many brothers come up and tell me that? Of course not, you're not me. I'd trade in a heartbeat."
"Why?" Sands had NO idea how lucky he was.
"I'm always getting kicked out of training exercises. Everyone claims my hair is distracting and the blue eyes are unnerving."
"They're just jealous."
"Maybe."
Sands looked so sad that Laurie tried to cheer him up. "At least no one complains that you're so tall they can't see over you." He was rewarded with a snort.
"Did they live to regret it?" Sands asked.
"Yeah; I'm not allowed to beat up an arc trooper." That made Sands burst into laughter and Laurie joined him. They were still laughing when Chopper walked in a few moments later.
"What's so funny?"
"Laurie's story," replied Sands.
"Anyway, General called us for dinner," said Chopper.
"Ration sticks?" asked Laurie.
"You'll have to see," he replied, walking out of the tent. Laurie and Sands shrugged and followed him. They saw Del talking with a guy around her age. Maybe a little older. Laurie didn't pay too much attention. He did notice, however, that Sandstorm stiffened and seemed to size him up. This was probably the second Jedi they had been told about.
Sands saw them sitting there and instantly recognized the guy as a Jedi. He wasn't wearing robes or a lightsaber but it was in the way he was standing. He was about 5 inches taller then Del. He had brown hair with a golden steak in the front, brown eyes, and a nice smile. He seemed nice enough. Sand relaxed and approached slowly so that it's look unintentional. He noticed that Del looked his way and raised her eyebrow. She definitely noticed his approach.
He did the little bow thing she often did when meeting someone, "Del. Who's your friend?"
The Jedi spoke, "I see."
Del rolled her eyes at him, "Sandstorm, this is Jedi Knight Ferus Olin."
"What am I supposed to call him?"
Del looked at Ferus, telling him that he was to answer that question. "Off duty, Ferus. On duty, General Olin."
"Understood Sir." Sands walked toward the food and thought about Ferus Olin. He was unsure of what to think. He was different from Del. Having them call him general was proof. He smiled to himself; this was going to be interesting.
"You didn't dismiss him?"
"Why would I?" she cocked her head and it made him want to kiss her. He was pretty sure that if he tried, he'd get slapped.
"I was under the impression that it was standered procedure."
"For normal battalions, yes. The 566th is special. I don't like the whole formal thing."
"He looked at me funny when I said he was to call me General Olin while on duty."
"I detest the name General Canachi and I hate it when they call me Sir. That is probably why. The 501st shouldn't have a problem with that."
"I thought Skywalker was the reckless one."
"He is. I'm the casual one. I detest titles."
"You always detested titles."
"Did you really think I'd change that much?"
"I don't know. It's been, what? Three years?"
"Almost. I wonder how our padawans are getting along."
"Why do you always change the subject when we talk about then?"
"I do?"
"Yeah; don't feel bad. You didn't know."
"I shouldn't have lectured you."
"That's all over now. How's life on your home world?"
"The Seps were there but the 566th got assigned and now they are no longer under attack."
"How's the Senate?"
"You asked that just to bug me didn't you?"
He feigned surprise, "I didn't know it'd bug you!" Del threw her lightsaber hilt at him and he ducked, causing it to hit the wall and bounce away. "Are you prone to throwing things when people bug you?"
"Only when it's you."
"Okay, let's talk about something else. Do you still dance?"
"I don't have much time to but I do when I have the chance."
"Does your homeworld still dance?"
"Of course, dancing is part of our culture. We could not stop any more than a Twi'lek could."
"When was the last time you danced there?"
"Two months ago. I missed the most recant one."
"When was it?"
"Yesterday."
"That figures."
"So what do you do out here? Other than spy on seps."
"I play card games with Azalea. She loves the calm. Are you still A.D.D.?"
"It's not something you grow out of."
"This would drive you crazy."
"I bet. Is Azalea a Consular?"
"Yes; what's Fire'sspray?"
"Sentinel."
"I see. How's Dark Side?"
"Driving Sesha crazy."
"I miss temple life."
"Why? You can do anything out here!"
"You would love it. I miss everyone."
"Even Skywalker?"
"Even Skywalker."
"I'm here."
"And I am SO thankful."
"Come on. Let's do something."
"We need to stay here."
"The troops will stay here and Azalea and Fire'sspray are old enough to take care of themselves."
"But."
"Are you telling me you don't trust your padawan?"
"Are you sure?"
"I've left Fire'sspray alone with the men several times. They always handle themselves just fine. And besides I'm going to go crazy if I sit here one more minute."
"Okay, let's go!"
"Why are you so excited all the sudden?"
"I've seen you when you're normal. That's scary enough. I don't want to know what you're like when you've gone crazy."
