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CT2913 filed into the mess hall with his brothers, still a bit sore from the training of the day previous. He sat alone with his bland food, sighing. He didn't have the energy to put up with the teasing today. All that time spent toiling in basic training to finally get his nickname, and he'd ended up with-
"Jynx! Come join us!" Called Dropper. 2913 cringed.
"Nah, don't bring him over here, we don't need that bad luck," grunted Headshot.
The three at the table chuckled. 2913 just stared at his food as he chewed, trying to remain stoic.
"Aw, don't feel so bad, Jynx. At least you didn't get his nickname. Inn't that right, Stump?"
The third clone stopped laughing and slumped in his seat a little. "'s not my fault…"
Dropper clapped him on the shoulder consolingly.
"Yeah, those fourth-gen defects are no joke, Stumpy. It's alright. Here's hopin' you only get on-world missions where you don't need ta use a piss hose."
Stump sighed, nodding. "It is a struggle."
Jynx had to smile. At least he wasn't Stump. And he had to admit, the nickname did lend itself to a degree of isolation that he did, in fact, enjoy to a point.
The PA sounded a chime.
"CT2913, please report to mission assignment at your earliest convenience."
He was almost done eating anyway. He dropped his tray in the provided receptacle and strode out with his helmet under one arm. He hadn’t gotten the opportunity to customize it yet, and was unsure now what he would put on it when he could.
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Fully briefed on his mission, he boarded the next transport to Coruscant. He was distantly grateful that no one from his sector was on the same mission. Simple enough- escort a Jedi to one of the front line planets. He wasn't even staying to fight. He had mixed feelings about this. While he wasn't particularly bad at shooting, or any of his other combat styles for that matter… things just went… wrong around him. It was ridiculous to believe that he was unlucky, but how else could one explain it?
He saluted the general as she boarded, and followed her to her station on the bridge.
His captain saluted her in kind, introducing himself and Jynx by their numbers.
She bowed to them in return.
"Daro. No need for all the formality. We fight side by side, do we not? You fall, I fall. We are siblings in strife."
This sparked Jynx's interest. He paid more attention to her, after that.
She was a tan Togorian, her short fur striped in dark brown and cream. Her eyes were a stormy blue-green that reminded Jynx of the skies of Kamino. Her feline pupils dilated and contracted as her attention shifted from person to console, and her long tail twitched as she spoke to other workers on the ship. For his first contact with a Jedi, Jynx had to admit he was impressed. He'd heard stories about hard generals, strict in their commands and as careless with clones as though they were disposable… which he supposed they were, in a way. But not Daro. She looked him in his eyes, something fairly impossible to do with his helmet in place.
It was for this reason he stayed by her side, even as the ship was plummeting toward an unnamed planet's surface.