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A friend in need
"excuse me. I'm searching for a certain trooper?" CT-5597 spun around hearing a female voice and froze, almost forgetting to breathe.
Before him stood a gorgeous Twi'lek female, dressed in red and gold. The enticing costume covered her curvy frame but not efficiently enough - it send the trooper's mind to gutter.
"Solider? You're with me?" her voice was laced with amuse and coyness.
"Yeah, yeah..." he nodded his head "which trooper? There are-"
"plenty of you. I'm aware" the woman smiled, showing CT-5597 a row of pearly white teeth "I don't remember his CT number, and he still doesn't have a name – he is from 501st? A medic. He has this elaborate haircut-"
"yeah, I think I know who are you talking about" CT-5597's interrupted, his eyes narrowed. "what do you need him for, girl?"
"I can't say... madam... it's confidential" she stumbled with what she could and should say "just please tell him it's an urgent matter"
CT-5597 eyed the woman from top to bottom for the last time, then brought a com-link to his face.
"6116, come in"
There was a dead silence on the other side.
"6116, respond"
Another few clicks of silence, the woman held her breath in anticipation.
"yeah, 5597?" CT-6116's voice was course and sleepy.
The working woman's face immediately faltered.
Oh, so she knew him well after all!
"there is a woman with me – Twi'lek, dressed in red and gold – said that her madam asks for you. Ring any bells?"
By the sudden sound of rustling bed sheets and clanking of the plastoid plating against concrete it was obvious the man was immediately on alert.
"now? So soon?" CT-6116 asked hastily.
"yes" the working woman scooted over to CT-5597 and spoke to the communication device, her face just centimetres from the clone trooper's. Her hand was resting on the man forearm to move the device closer to her lips.
"I'm sorry to wake you up."
"no. no. no." suddenly his voice got more audible and clearer. He must have put his helmet on - re-routing his call to his bucket. "I wasn't sleeping, just-uh... resting my eyes"
CT-5597 and the Twi'lek both rolled their eyes at the medic's obvious lie.
Just a few clicks later CT-6116 was running towards them. He knew the way to the place the woman came from. He didn't stop or even slow down when he run past the duo.
"Hi, doc." She greeted him sweetly as he sprinted past them.
"Hi, Kirmizi"
Both the solider and courtesan watched their mutual friend disappear in the crowd.
"thank you... CT-55... 97? Right?" she asked after a while of silence, turning toward the man "for trusting me."
CT-5597 blushed heavily.
The woman took out a small container that turned out to be a red lipstick. She wrote something on the plastoid arm guard then brought his forearm to her face leaving a perfect imprint of her lips next to the message.
"I hope to see you later... one day"
Then she spun around winking at the man. She went the same way, the medic run off to just few moments later.