<strong>Destiny Pool:</strong>Dark Side:* | Light Side:*<br/><hr/><br/>Laera let out a squeak as she was pulled out into the hall, her face going a vibrant shade of violet. "L-Lass! Wait!" she called, but only put up the most token of struggles. As much as it embarrassed her, the embarrassment was itself part of the excitement.<br/><br/>Sure enough, out in the hallway Sgt. Fluke was addressing one of his subordinates.<br/><br/>"Once we're aboard the<em>Resilience,</em>you'll be responsible for-" the Sergeant cut off abruptly as the Trooper turned to regard the two padawans, flabbergasted. Fluke's eyes narrowed. He looked over to the Padawans, then back to the soldier.<br/><br/>"Well, Trooper?" Fluke said, his voice sharp. "Commander on deck!"<br/><br/>The clone snapped to attention immediately, his eyes wide. "Sorry Sir!" Then, realizing he might have bigger problems, he addressed Lass and Laera. "Er... Sorry, Sirs!"<br/><br/>Fluke snapped a crisp salute of his own. "Apologies, Commanders," he said. "I'll make sure he remembers his protocol by the time we rendezvous with the fleet."