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This prologue is very short so bear with me.
“So when are we supposed to meet him?” Wrecker excitedly boomed.
“If you’re referring to the General, I believe you mean ‘her’-“ Tech replies.
“WHOAH. A GIRL?!”
Tech sighed.
“Yes. General (L/N). Padawan to Plo Koon. Raised in the temple with General Kenobi. The two are reportedly close. General (L/N) is known as a favorite among the clones. Her kindness and compassion is what makes her so popular. There isn’t much else regarding her history. She’s an elf from Mirkwood, which attributes incredible athleticism. She is also near immortal. Good friends with Senator Amidala, Senator Organa, Commander Cody, Commander Tano, and General Skywalker. She gets the job done well and her methods are known as ‘unpredictable yet highly effective’. ” Tech pulls out his notes about the Jedi.
“Near immortal? Tech, how do you know so much about the General?” Hunter questions.
“I merely was curious and looked into her file.”
“Ah, right.”
“Whatever. It’s not like we need a Jedi with us. She’ll slow us down.” Crosshair sneers.
“Cross…” Hunter says.
“Cody likes ‘er! She must be great!” Wrecker yells.
A ship could be heard landing on the platform next to the Marauder.
Clone Force 99 had a reason why no Jedi was General of their squad. Their methods on the battlefield are considered ‘unpredictable’ or ‘unexpected’. Yet they have a 100% success rate.
The group also didn’t particularly love working with others other than themselves. Sure, General Kenobi was kind and stern, General Skywalker was cool and reckless, and General Windu was stern and aggressive, but they didn’t need a Jedi bossing them around.
“Come on boys, let’s meet the General.”
The group of five leaves the Marauder and towards Hangar 7.
There, General Kenobi, Commander Cody, and the new General stand.
All three of them seem to be conversing quietly. As if on cue, they all turned to Clone Force 99. Beginning to walk away from the ship that landed.
“Sargent Hunter, General (L/N).”
“Pleasure, I’ve been looking forward to our meeting.” (Y/N) says casually.
“This is Wrecker. Our strength.”
The big clone waved.
“Heya General!”
“This is Crosshair. Our sharpshooter.”
Hunter pointed towards the silver haired clone sulking with a toothpick in his mouth.
“And this is Tech. Our brains.” Hunter pointed to a goggled clone.
The goggled clone looked up from his datapad and for a fleeting moment, there was something (Y/N) sensed that was gone as soon as she blinked. She could not put her finger on it. He shyly averted his gaze.
The change in Tech’s mood however, did not go unnoticed by Hunter. He could feel the heat in Tech’s face. Hunter made a mental note to ask Tech about it later.
“Your enhancement, Sargent Hunter-?” (Y/N) began.
“Heightened senses, General.” Hunter answered.
“I look forward to our future missions together.” (Y/N) said without missing a beat.
“As do we.” Says Hunter.
“Speak for yourself.” Crosshair sneers.
Hunter elbowed Crosshair, who grunted in response.
“Thank you for your honesty, Crosshair. I will be sure to account for your feelings.” (Y/N) snapped in a passive aggressive voice.
“(Y/N), we must be getting going, the council wants an emergency meeting.” Kenobi places a hand on her shoulder.
“Very well. Sargent Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair, I will see you in two standard days.”
Tech watches as their new General walks away with General Kenobi.
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“What the kriff Cross? We’re supposed to make a good impression!” Hunter sighs as they get back to the Marauder.
“We don’t need a Jedi to boss us around.” Crosshair seethes.
“I like ‘er! She seems cool!” Wrecker interrupted.
“You like anyone that has a sarcastic response to me.” Hissed Crosshair.
“Quiet you two. Tech, what’s wrong?” Hunter turns to his younger brother.
“Elaborate?” Tech asks quizzitive.
“He means you didn’t speak you dik’ut.” Crosshair spat.
“I do not understand. Am I not allowed to not speak?” Tech asked sarcastically.
“I saw you eying up the General. Don’t be so modest, my eyes never miss anything.” Crosshair smirks.
“I-I wasn’t-“ Tech’s cheeks now felt like they were burning.
“Aw, how touching, Techie’s got a crush and is blushing.” Crosshair continues.
“Enough. We have 48 standard hours to prepare for the General joining us.” Hunter dismissed.
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The ship was cleaned barely in time for the General’s arrival.
(Y/N) only had a small pack full of belongings. She never took the time to decorate her room back at the Jedi Temple. She said a couple of words in Quenya while clutching her pendant from her home.
“General.” Hunter greets.
“Sargent, there’s no need for formalities around me. I particularly do not enjoy the title ‘General’.” (Y/N) insists.
Hunter was confused to say the least.
“Are you sure?” He asks.
“Of course.”
“Well then you may call me Hunter.”
Hunter gives (Y/N) a tour of the ship.
“Heya General!” Wrecker boomed.
“Hello Wrecker. You may call me (Y/N). No need for formalities around me.”
“Oh alrigh’! Heya (Y/N)!”
(Y/N) grins kindly.
“Uhm, we have a bit of a situation.” Hunter said to (Y/N) as they left the common area.
“Yes?” (Y/N) replied nervously.
“Erm- we only have one other separate room that I use because my senses can go haywire with the boys. I can switch with you if you want-“
“Hunter. I appreciate the offer, but I’ll be fine. The squad’s health comes first always.” (Y/N) smiles.
Hunter was too stunned to speak. This was different. He didn’t expect the answer she gave.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. I understand what it’s like to be around others so much your senses go ‘haywire’.” Says (Y/N).
“Ah right, the uh-“ Hunter pauses, realizing his mistake in wording.
“Ears, eyes, smell, etc.” (Y/N) says, not offended.
“Heh, yeah.”
The pair make their way back to the common area.
“How touching… The General is giving up her privacy for the Captain.” Crosshair sneers.
(Y/N) pauses then turns her head to Crosshair.
“I told Hunter and Wrecker to call me (Y/N), despite your attitude towards me, I would like you to do the same.”
She turns on her heel and walks to the cockpit.
Tech didn’t even realize she was in the cockpit with him until she leaned forward to get a look at the controls.
“Apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you.” She said.
“Ah, I apologize for my reaction. I am not used to the stealth acquired by elves.” Tech pushed his goggles up to the bridge of his nose.
“I believe we haven’t been properly introduced. I’m (Y/N). You’re Tech, correct?” (Y/N) reached her hand out to Tech.
Tech took it and shook her hand.
“That is correct, General.” Tech tried really hard to conceal the redness in his cheeks.
“No need for formalities Tech. (Y/N) is just fine.”
“I-I see.”
“Tech, you know, I can sense you have questions for me.” (Y/N) said softly.
“Erm- yes I do. I did not know if it would be appropriate to ask about Elven culture, for we have only known each other for a short period of time.” Tech nervously put his hand on his head.
“Tech, I’d be more than happy to answer your questions.” (Y/N) smiles kindly.
Little did the two know, this would be the beginning of a beautiful friendship, blossoming into something more.