Here we go with the chapter to start the week off! Don't have much to say so im going to just get into !
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS!
Cresh paced the hallways of the Venator, pulling at the collar of his uniform. He felt weird being outside of his beskar, and this kriffin tight uniform didn't make it any better. Despite his "actions'' on Cerea his tactical genius and contribution to the planet's reclamation earned him a promotion. He was Commander Cresh now.
Heh, that would sure make it easier to differentiate between him and Tracyn now. Regardless that essentially meant he was over the entirety of the 222nd now. They were his and Karr's to command now.
He was making his way to the mess now, hoping to get a bite to eat, all this official stuff was making him hungry. Troopers he passed snapped into salutes as he passed. He simply nodded at each, giving them a simple "carry on" as a response. Since they had taken on their official colors, he had seen his vod customizing their armors in various manners.
For the most part, most troopers in the legion had painted their armor as such: Black shoulder pads , hands and leg guards with scarlet colored forearms and shin guards. The helmet's faceplate was colored black as well, with a scarlet accent to cover it.
He had started to learn his brothers by how they customized their armor when they were in battle gear. These two were Null and Lok. He knew this due to the two being the only ones to have painted black stripes down their arms,and put the republic insignia upon both shoulders in scarlet. They had also painted small triangles upon the crowns of their helmets.
"Mind if I join you on the way to the mess..commander?" he heard a voice bellow from behind, following the question up with a snicker.
Cresh turned around to be greeted by Garm leaning against the wall, helmet at his side. He was doing his unique smile again. He spent enough time around him to know when he was truly smiling, even with the glasgow smile he had received.
Like the others, Garm had taken the time once they left Cerea to better personalize his armor.
He had added a rounded pauldron to his armor, which was attached to a bandoleer holding spare cartridges for his shotgun. The arms of his armor had black markings connected to a scarlet forearm like the others, and the pauldron had a similar coloration. His helmet was colored entirely black, save for the scarlet jaiig eyes and the scarlet jagged row of sharp teeth painted upon his helm, right where his glasgow smile was.
Cresh reached his arm out, wrapping around Garm and laughing.
"Come on ya Di'kut! You're always welcome to join me!" Cresh chuckled as he pulled Garm along.
"Let's see what they're serving us up today ner vod!" he continued.
The two walked in seeing various clones in different areas. Some were standing around conversing, while others were just stuffing their faces at the dining tables.
"Ah look at that! It's the boys all together! Hiya fellas!" yelled Garm as he waved happily at a table.
Sitting at the table he saw the rest of the Jabiim 9 out of their armor, save for Sif and Talon who happened to be in a rather intense arm wrestle. Talon was distracted for a moment, smiling and waving at the two. Sif used that opportunity to win the arm wrestle, slamming Talon's arm into the ground. He then proceeded to fist pump triumphantly..in silence.
"HEY! No fair you cheated! That's not fair!" proclaimed Talon, shaking his fist at his mute brother.
Sif just gave him a wicked smile, raising his middle finger in disrespectful jest. This only served to infuriate Talon more. He just turned his back to him, grumbling nonsense while stuffing his face with food,
Sif's shoulders moved up and down, signifying laughter as he pointed at the pouting Talon, and began to mimic crying. Kir, sitting right beside him, lightly tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey now Sif, cut that out. It's not nice. Go apologize to Talon." Demanded Kir.
Sif simply huffed in response. He was standing his ground until Kir took out a small bar, wrapped in a golden wrapper.
"Do it and I'll give you your favorite candyyyyy~" Cooed the clone as he waved the bar in front of his face.
Sif's eyes lit up. He then made a grab for it only for Kir to snatch it back from him, wagging his finger in a parental manner.
"Aht aht. Apologize first then I'll give you your candy." Said Kir with a warm smile on his face.
Accepting defeat, Sif began to tap Talon on the shoulder to get his attention. Right across from them sat Springer and Cliffjumper.
Springer and Cliffjumper were laughing at the debacle while simultaneously stuffing their faces. Midway through the laughter Springer started to choke, while holding his throat.
"Oh no! Springer's choking! Somebody help!" yelled Cliffjumper in panic.
Stag came over, grabbing Springer, trying to help him clear his throat. Springer seemed responsive, turning over to belch in his face. This brought laughter out of the entire table.
Stag grumbled, whacking both Springer and Cliffjumper on the head and walking back to his seat.
"Kriffin bastards.." he mumbled as he sat down, finishing his food.
Mags, who was sitting by Stag before he left, just started to shake his head. Cresh released Garm as he approached the table. He had his fist over his mouth, covering his smile as he tried to stifle his laughter.
"Gentlemen." He managed to utter as he sat down in front of Kir.
Garm came up behind him, shaking his head at the chaos.
"Up to no good now are we..On our Commander's special day?" he asked jokingly, getting a chorus of No's from the group.
Cresh had spent enough time around them to get a feel of the different personalities in the group.
The eight of them were an interesting bunch to say the least.
Garm was the older brother of the group, getting them in line and also making sure everyone was ok. Sif, despite his high ranking, is rather childish. He enjoyed pestering his brothers and also had a sweet tooth. They usually used candy to get him to listen and calm down.
Talon was the loveable oaf of the group and the strongest. He had a love of heavy weaponry and explosives and was also easy to trick. He was also very clumsy.
Kir was the peacemaker. He loved all his brothers equally and tried his best to stop conflict even if it came down to using their weaknesses against them.
Springer and Cliffjumper were the troublemakers of the group and also the closet of the eight. They never left the other's side and did nearly everything together.
Stag was caring as well but not as much as Kir and didn't take the nonsense..Especially from the dynamic duo who seemed to enjoy pranking him.
Lastly, there was Mags who just preferred to keep to himself. He didn't like to get into shenanigans like the others and thus tried to avoid the conflict as much as he could.
Regardless, he was glad to call them his vod. Though he had friends within his fellow Arcs, it was individuals. This was his first time having a large group of friends and by extension vod to call his own.
He smiled, and laughed alongside the others as they all watched Sif try his best to get Talon's attention. Sif was trying his hardest to get his attention. When he finally succeeded, he opened up his arms for a hug.
"Grrrrrr...fine come ere ya meanie." said Talon as he closed the hug in with Sif.
Mission accomplished, Sif turned back towards Kir, excitement in his eyes. He finally earned the candy.
"Yea I know Sif here you go." said Kir as he went to hand Sif his reward..only issue was..the candy bar wasn't in his hands.
"Hey! Who took the candy?" he asked looking around at the others.
Each of them shrugged their shoulders and shook their heads. Nobody knew who the culprit was until all heard the sound of munching from underneath the table. Sif raised a finger to his lips.
"Shhhhhhh." he mouthed as he leaned under the table.
The others followed suit and were greeted by a very peculiar sight. Sitting down, legs crossed was Padawan Haru chowing down on the candy bar happily. He was completely unaware of the onlookers.
"It was the squirt!" yelled Cliffjumper.
"Let's get him!" added Springer.
"EEP!" exclaimed Haru obviously startled from being caught.
He looked around as they went to get under the table then bolted out, running away. Everyone save for Cresh, Garm, Mags and Stag chased after him.
Garm sat down beside Cresh, just shaking his head at the foolery going on in the mess.
" So commander, where's our next stop?" Asked Garm as he put his helmet on the table.
Cresh smiled widely as he looked around the table.
"I hope you boys like the dirt because we're going to Ryloth!"
Hope you all are ready! Next arc will see our boys of the 222nd fighting on Ryloth. Be prepared for a series of twists, shocks and more development. The Ryloth arc kicks off this friday! Remember to rate, review and fave! See ya then!