It was Rex's day off when he had got called in to train some new kid but hey whatever. It was only his equivalent of Sunday, "I swear to glob I will burn this place." he said in a frustrated voice. His new student was not in the lobby or the garden. Hell he wasn't even in the head. But Rex would find him, oh how Rex would find him and give him an ass chewing if he was ungrateful, Rex didn't like to brag or anything but he had gotten really good at slaying the hearts and souls of privates and lance corporals in the storm trooper corps. He had even perfected his knife hand, he would break that out later if need be.
Walking around in the garden looking for this James Rexus sighed and pulled on his dreads. He wasn't really dressed for work, it was his day off after all. He looked liked Xzibit was about to pimp his ride with his baggy clothes and twisted hat. Though Rex didn't need his ride pimped, it was dope enough as is. Rex looked around some more then sat down on a bench in the garden letting off a large sigh.
Then that's when it happened, he looked up and saw the hooded man. Standing up in almost a rage he looked up and pointed his knife hand up at James "HEY SECRET SQUIRREL!! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE BEFORE I CALL MARACO TO BEAT YOU!!" Rex yelled at the top of his lungs then looked over his hand. It was perfect, fingers extended and conjoined, thumb not sticking out at an angle. "The perfect knife hand." he whispered as a single year rolled down his left cheek.
@James Mathison