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A set of shiny white armor, topped with a helmet, was handed to me by the Imperial officer before me. "Welcome to the new Empire." He smiled, patting my shoulder as I took the armor from him. He motioned me towards another trooper, who nodded and shook my hand as the officer left.
"We don't get many recruits, so you're a bit of a rarity. What's your name, kid?" He asked in a light accent, taking his helmet off.
"Canis, Canis Zol." I replied, noticing that the man was a clone trooper. "And yours?"
"Everyone calls me Sai, and hey, it's better than a serial number, so I guess that works." He laughed, as we walked down a long corridor, which was, you guessed it, white. Very, blindingly, white.
Everything was so shiny, and honestly, it hurt my eyes. Even the armor was a shiny white. Jeez, these guys were bigger on the color white than the old republic, which was really saying something. But it was a job, and I sort of need the money, not to mention the only thing I'm really good at is fighting. And the new empire really seemed to need fighters.
"So, I'm guessing you're my CO?" I asked, noting the extra red on his armor. We turned around a corner I barely noticed, and entered what seemed to be a bunkroom, complete with a few other clone troopers relaxing.
"Yes, I'm guessing the armor gave me away?" he joked, motioning at the troopers. "These guys will be your new squadmates, but if they give you any trouble, don't take it personally. They have never worked with anyone but Jedi, and more clones. So pick a bunk and rest up, tomorrow is going to be a long day." He finished, turning around the corner and continuing down the hallway.
All eyes were on me as I waved at the clones nervously, taking an empty bunk nearest to the door. I placed the shiny white armor on the bed, and slid my duffel bag off onto the floor beside it.
"Hey, newbie, you sure you got the right room?" One of the troopers called, glaring at me.
"Uh…yeah?" I replied quietly. This was just nerve wracking, and I really wasn't looking forward to any awkward confrontation.
The trooper stood up, making his way over to me, glaring at me the entire time.
"You think you got what it takes to be a soldier?" he said cockily, poking me in the chest. He was a bit taller than me, but I wasn't backing down.
"Yeah, aren't you a little short to be a Stormtrooper?" one of the other clones shouted, causing the room to erupt with laughter.
'Oh great, they all laugh the same. That isn't creepy at all.'
"You know, I used to hear all these stories about the brave clones and how fierce they were in battle. Either I heard wrong, or you guys must be new at this 'soldier' thing." I smirked, keeping eye contact with the clone in front of me. The room grew quiet, quick. 'Good.'
He smirked, and punched me in the arm. "You're a smartass. I think we'll get along just fine." He said, putting his hand out. "Name's Wright, glad to have you aboard."
"I'm Canis, glad to be aboard." I replied, shaking his hand. 'Whew, I'm glad that didn't blow up in my face' I thought to myself as Wright made his way back to his bunk.
I placed my armor in the locker beside my bed, which, in fact, was also white. I was really beginning to hate the color.
"ATTEN-TION!" a voice boomed at the entrance, and I quickly stood at the edge of my bunk, next to a trooper. The drill sergeant made his way slowly down the aisle in between our bunks, going back and forth as he inspected us. Much to my disdain, he stopped at me.
"Well I'll be damned!" He boomed, staring me dead in the face, "A new face around here! Just when I thought everyone else was ugly, I see you! You've got a face only a mother could love, and that's more than most of these maggots have!" he insulted, trying to get at me. But I had heard it all before, all the insults, all the yelling. Needless to say, it didn't bother me at all.
"Why are you here son?!" he yelled again, placing his arms behind his back.
"Sir, I needed a job, sir!" I replied, keeping my stance.
"Well hot damn, aren't you honest?! None of that 'glory for the empire bullshit', huh?! I think you will fit in just well!" he roared, turning and walking away, leaving me very confused. "At ease!" he shouted before leaving the room. We all relaxed, and the troopers around me continued their previous activities.
'And so it begins.' I thought to myself, as I began to polish my incredibly white boots.
(I absolutely HATED this chapter; I looked over and changed it a thousand times. I may not even continue the story, but I'll see what you guys think of it first. Please review, or message me and tell me what you think.)