Sergeant Omen
Arc Trooper Sergeant of the 41st Elite Corps
One step in front of the other, Omen looked like any other man. With a paper bag in his hand, the Clone walked through Empress Teta's many parks. Aren had her shop, Jett and Korda had their training together and he had his walks. The spring winds swirled around him as he found a park bench, the Clone sitting down with a bag in his hand. Soon enough a flock of Kiros Birds flocked at his feet, happily chirping as they bounced around him. "Hey fellas, don't worry I got your food." Unwrapping the brown paper bag, he unraveled the paper bags in his hands and started to toss out bread crumbs and small berries for the birds to feast on. Even with the food, their was something strange the right person who notice that attracted them. If he wasn't covered in them in a few minutes, he would be surprised.
As he glanced around while indluging the birds, he noticed two policemen walking past not far away in the colors of the Sith Covenant. It was the only sign anything was different on this world then when he and Aren settled on this world. Atleast they usually were respectable to the average person who didn't get in their way. And Omen diffently didn't want too. Not that he couldn't deal with them but it would wreak that life they all had created and he doubted Aren would forgive him for that... So he was here to stay and there was wrose company than the cripping birds.
Braze
As he glanced around while indluging the birds, he noticed two policemen walking past not far away in the colors of the Sith Covenant. It was the only sign anything was different on this world then when he and Aren settled on this world. Atleast they usually were respectable to the average person who didn't get in their way. And Omen diffently didn't want too. Not that he couldn't deal with them but it would wreak that life they all had created and he doubted Aren would forgive him for that... So he was here to stay and there was wrose company than the cripping birds.
Braze