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FN-2187 wakes up to the ghosts gone again, and an older trooper shaking him awake.
"87, it's your turn to mop the floors in the training room. Get going." FN-2187 sits up, fighting the ache in his body from training yesterday. He doesn't see any ghosts anywhere as he makes his way to the training room, mop in hand.
He starts mopping the floor, the mop is taller than him, he's ignoring everything around him. He's trying to figure out why those ghosts were nice to him, if they're older troopers than they shouldn't be nice. That's not allowed.
He wonders why no one else can see them, why is he the only one. He's tired, but he knows that he has to keep mopping or he'll receive a punishment.
"Hey, kid. I heard that you can see us." FN-2187 freezes when he hears the voice, he turns and see's another ghost. He has white and blue armor, he also has a bald head with blue lines going on his face and head.
He nods, choosing not to talk just in case some trainers or older troopers walk by.
"That's cool, it gets so boring around here with only brother's to talk to. It's nice to talk to someone with a different face." FN-2187 nods his head, he finds this ghost really talkative. He's never met someone this talkative, ever.
"You're young, really young. How old are you?" FN-2187 tries to think of a way to tell the ghost his age, he decides on flashing his one hand with five fingers up twice.
"Oh! You're ten. I knew that you were young, they train you to hard for your age." He wonders why the ghost cares how old he is, all the troopers his age train as hard as he does.
"I know that you can't talk right now, so I'll do all the talking. Oh! By the way my name's Hardcase." FN-2187 nods, showing that he heard Hardcase. He doesn't understand why these trooper have names, none of the others he trains with do. He wonders if all the ghosts have names.
"How are you feeling? I heard from Fives that you were hurt last night from all the training." FN-2187 just stays silent, he doesn't know how to answer him.
"Oh right, you can't talk." The ghost sits there, FN-2187 thinks that he's trying to figure out how to communicate when Hardcase's eyes go wide and he smiles.
"Ok, you hold up one finger for yes, two for no, and if you're unsure or so-so hold your hand straight and wave it side to side." FN-2187 nods as Hardcase shows him the gesture, after he waits for him to ask another question.
"Ok, are you feeling better?" FN-2187 thinks for a minute, and then does the so-so gesture against his mop. looking around to make sure no one's around.
"So-so, and they made you get up and clean. That's not right." Hardcase has an upset look on his face, but FN-2187 just waits for another question.
"Do you have a name." FN-2187 thinks about it and shows Hardcase his number on his sleeve, showing who he is.
"FN-2187? That's not a name." FN-2187 is confused, why does Hardcase sound so upset about him not having a name.
"Well, FN-2187 is to long, so I guess that I'll call you 87. If that's okay with you." FN-2187... or 87 nods at Hardcase.
"So, have you always been able to see us?" 87 puts one finger up for yes, and Hardcase nod.
"I figured that, so I'm guessing that you ignored us before. Right?" He once again puts one finger up for yes and Hardcase laughs.
"Well, you had a good reason. I'm sure that they wouldn't treat you to kindly if they thought that you could see dead people." 87 puts a finger up for yes, they would have taken him away.
"Hardcase, why are you bugging the poor kid." 87 turns and see's a new ghost, he has grey armor and one of his eyes is robotic with a scar.
"Come on, Wolffe. I'm just asking him a few questions, I found out what to call him by the way. His designation is FN-2187 but we can call him 87." The ghost known as Wolffe nods, turning to 87.
"You don't mind if we call you that?" 87 puts up one finger for yes and Wolffe looks at him, confused. Hardcase laughs at him.
"I made up a system, one finger is yes, two no. And if he shakes his hand side to side it means so-so." Wolffe nods, showing a small smile before he flickers. 87 is surprised to see him change to an older man, with a weird side beard thing.
87 looks at him, completely confused. Both Hardcase and Wolffe must notice his confusion.
"Oh, don't worry. This happens with some of us, we can pretty much show up as any way we looked before we died. We just can't control it, Wolffe lived to be old." 87 nods, not really understanding what he's saying.
"He's right, few others also lived to be old, you've probably seen us flickering sometimes, yeah." 87 puts up one finger and nods, Wolffe smiles at him.
"He's dirt of feeling better after last night, but they're still making the youngling work, it's not right." Wolffe shakes his head angrily and growls, making 87 jump in fear.
"Shhh, I'm sorry youngling. I'm not mad at you, I'm just mad at the di'kuts that are your trainers." 87 nods, relaxing a tiny bit. He feels safe around these ghosts, he likes them.
"We'll leave you be for now, Ik'aad. Okay, we'll talk to you when you're alone." 87 nods, as the ghosts disappear out of existence. He continues mopping and by the time he's done he has blaster training.
He walks with the other troopers his age to the blaster range, he's nervous. Last time when he shot the blaster, it hurt his tiny hands. He hopes that it's better this time but he knows that it won't be.
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