I'm reposting this because I added a cover :)

Quick Info: Elmer is a clone trooper who was trained as an Undercover Agent (spy). He's one of only about 10-ish other clones who were trained as spies, so there is NOT a lot of them in the galaxy. He also has a British accent :)

His outfit is a knee-length trench coat, brown knicker pants, boots, and a tweed flatcap. He loves the Edwardian style :D

If you'd like more info, don't hesitate to ask for some!

Elmer Dictionary- because he is a very old-fashioned man and this slang is from the 1800s to 1900s

Grifter- con artist

Pretty well over the bay- drunk

Knockout- very beautiful female

Hammer and Tongs- serious intent, angry, acting energetic

Go chase yourself- get out of here!

Tight Scratch- difficult fight

Be what it would- in any case, be as it may

Raggedy- in bad condition

Razzle Dazzle- fancy

Graveled- perplexed, confused

To curtains with you- good ridance (made this one up)

If I have any grammatical errors, please please please let me know so I don't keep embarrassing myself in later stories :) Also, constructive criticism is more than welcome!

He's being followed.

Elmer's known this for some time, of course-when you're trained as an undercover spy your entire life, you're taught to know when you're being followed- but until now there hadn't been a good time to face his stalker.

Now is a good time.

Elmer strides into an alley, knowing it's a dead end before he sees the wall, quietly reaching into his trench coat for his blaster.

His stalker follows him. Good.

Three, two, one...

Elmer turns around swiftly, gun raised and expression sly. "Why are you following m-"

And then he stops, because right in front of him, his stalker stares. But it's not a mugger, or a grifter, or even a Separatist come to relieve him of his duties.

It's a bird. A bird.

One of those native ones, about a foot and a half tall, with a black beak and feet, white underside, and speckled grey wings.

Sighing, he holsters his blaster in a mixture of releif and annoyance. The Speckett chirps, in a high pitched, loud way that animal lovers would've called adorable.

Elmer is not an animal lover.

"Care to get out of my way and let me do my job?" Elmer asks, adjusting his cap.

The Speckett blinks, cocking his head. Elmer narrows his eyes, staring back.

The bird chirps again.

I don't believe I have time for this, Elmer thinks, checking his watch. He's supposed to be receiving some long awaited information today, but he'll only have a limited amount of time to receive it, if he's at a certain location.

Ah, the joys of being a spy.

Elmer tips his cap at the Speckett. "If you don't mind, I have work to do. Good day." He says, making his way out of the alley and towards the park, where his info is due.

He dearly hopes the Speckett dosen't follow him.

The Speckett follows him, watching intently as Elmer receives the info on his datapad. Elmer glances around in paranoia, half-convinced that the Speckett is some spy-bird sort of thing.

"Do you not have better things to do?" Elmer asks angerly, glaring at the Speckett before storming off.

It's dusk when Elmer finally takes a rest on a bench, rubbing at his face tiredly. It's been quite a stressful day. Rushing to get info, rushing to get more info, seeking out a contact, pretending to be a civilian, more rushing...

All in the life of a spy, he supposes.

A noise causes Elmer to open one eye, and he stares, half dreading what he's going to see in front of him.

The cursed Speckett. Again.

"Don't." Elmer says dangerously in a low voice.

A second passes. Then another.

"Chirp!" The Speckett squeaks, infuriatingly innocent.

That's it.

"WILL YOU NOT LEAVE ME BE?!" Elmer screams, all the many frustrations of the day exploding into a wave of rage. "GO CHASE YOURSELF! SHOO!"

The Speckett scurries several feet away on webbed feet, letting out distressed chirps as he goes. But then he stops and turns back around, staring at Elmer longingly.

"RAAAAA!" Elmer explodes, blood boiling, making his way hammer and tongs to the stubborn little nuisance. The Speckett starts to waddle away, but far too slowly to escape Elmer's hands, which latch onto the bird and hoist him into the air. "I told you to go AWAY!"

For just a moment, a short moment before Elmer throws the bird as far away as he can, their eyes catch each other. The Speckett's wide brown eyes stare into the clone's, and Elmer no longer sees frustrating innocence. He sees fear. Pure, frenzied fear.

Elmer continues to stare for several more seconds, then sighs in defeat, setting the Speckett down quietly. The bird nearly trips over himself in his haste to to escape, scrurrying several yards away before coming to a stop by a tree.

"To curtains with you, dirty bird." Elmer mutters, not nearly as satisfied as he would like to be at seeing the bird flee. He just feels... tired.

Sitting back down on his bench, Elmer places his head in his hands, taking deep, ragged breaths. He just... he wishes very badly for this day to be over. He wants to go back to his illegally bought house, lay down in his illegally bought bed, and sleep.

And pray that he dosen't receive any late night assignments. Again.

"Chirp?"

Elmer lifts his head.

The Speckett blinks, standing just in front of him and cocking his head in a curious looking way.

Elmer sighs deeply. "Why do you wish to follow me, anyway? You don't want to follow a spy. Do you even know what a spy is?"

The Speckett blinks.

Why am I talking to bird?

Ah, let me have myself a moment.

"Alright then, let me tell you what a spy is not. It is not like the cool characters in those spy movies. It is not filled with action or thrill or men in black suits. No, the life of a spy is hard, stressful, and exhausting. A tight scratch, it is." Elmer counts off the points on his fingers as he talks. "And it's..."

Elmer's voice grows quieter, and he removes his cap to play with it in his hands. "It's lonely. It's really, truly lonely. Especially when I talk to people. When I pretend to be their friends. Make them think I'm their friend. But I'm not. It's all fake. All part of the glorious life of a spy."

Elmer goes still, staring at his lonely cap in his lonely hands. "I've got lots of pretend friends, you know. Mellie's one of them. She believes I care for ahrisa- thats a food, by the way- so she always gives me some whenever I stop by her shop. I've never liked ahrisa, though. Just part of my act. Then there's Ayden. He's always trying to find me a girl, because he thinks I came here to find a lover. I did not, though. There's also Jyn-Si. I believe she likes me. Well, Aleki, anyway. That's what she thinks my name is. What everyone thinks my name is."

Elmer stops for a moment, working his cap in his hands. "To tell you the truth," He says quietly, almost a whisper. "I don't believe I've ever had any friends before. Real ones, that is. Brothers, either. Technically, I've got three million of them, but I've never..."

Elmer clears his throat. "I've never known any of them. Never even trained with any of them. Oh, another thing about spies: we train alone. How else would we learn to take care of ourselves? Thats what my instructer told me, anyway.

"But sometimes... a lot of times, I wonder... what it would be like, to have brothers. To have friends. But as long as I'm in the GAR I'll never know. What about you, bird? Have you ever had any friends before?"

Elmer lifts his eyes to gaze at the Speckett, who's moved closer to stand at Elmer's feet. Elmer must be going mad, because he could swear that the bird looks sympathetic.

"So," Elmer continues, slapping his knees to make a point. "Be what it would, you don't want to follow a man like me around. Go find someone better. Okay?"

The Speckett chirps, flapping his wings several times in... Agreement? Disagreement?

Elmer smiles, beginning to think that maybe this bird isn't all that raggedy after all, but then something catches his eye.

"Hold on a moment, bird." Elmer leans down, carefully grabbing the Speckett's right wing in his hand and stretching it out. The Speckett chirps, but otherwise dosen't react to the touch.

There's blood all over the underside of his wing, along with several feathers missing.

Suddenly, it clicks in Elmer's mind. The Speckett hadn't been following him for no reason. He'd been following Elmer because he'd been injured, and probably thought that Elmer could help him.

Guilt washes over Elmer like a wave. I almost threw him, for crying out loud.

"I'm truly sorry, bird." Elmer murmurs, regret clawing it's way through his heart . "I'm the one thats raggedy, not you."

He's got medical supplies at his house, for whenever he's injured on the job. There should be something there for injured Specketts.

"Alright, listen up." Elmer announces, making up his mind before his reasonable side can argue. "We're going to my place so I can tidy up your wing. If anyone asks, you're a childhood friend of mine, okay?"

The Speckett chirps, and Elmer smiles, reaching forwards to pick him up. "Okay."

Holding the Speckett close to his chest, Elmer points dramatically towards his house. "Let's be off, then!"

As he walks towards his home, Elmer realizes he dosen't feel all that tired anymore. Odd... he'd felt exhausted but a moment ago.

"Alright, bird... since you'll be staying with me for the moment, we need a better name for you. How does... Speck sound?"

Silence.

"Too basic, I agree. Ummm... Stalker?"

Silence.

"Sure, too razzle dazzle. Let me think..."

A character comes to mind, from one of those old holo-movies that no one but Elmer seems to watch anymore. "Oh! How do you like... Alaber?"

"Chirp!" The Speckett sounds... Force, Elmer really is going mad, the Speckett sounds happy.

"Alaber it is! You know, call me a graveled fool, but I reckon that this is the start of a fine friendship! If you're interested, of course."

"Chirp!"