Cyrene Miles
Sniper
The big bad Sith was here to squash the rebellion, with his fleet and legions of clone troopers. Cyrene wasn't quite sure how she felt about clones. The little her and her squadmates had seen of these ones they were a grim, humorless lot, but mostly she just felt a bit bad for them. No one had asked if they wanted to sign up. They were mostly thought of on the same level as droids. They were built the same as people though, they moved the same, they talked the same, they thought the same. Maybe it was on account of her just being a simple farm girl, but she reckoned they were people. Not all the other stormtroopers stationed here originally felt the same. There'd been no fights though, there was too much wariness.
And despite all that, the rebellion remained uncrushed. Cyrene should know. For all that she wore the snow white of the stormtroopers when on duty, she was firmly committed to the rebellion. And the man leading it.
This thought had brown eyes turning to the man in question. [member="Cyril Grayson"]. Member of the Galactic Republic. Jedi. Rebel. None of this was on her mind however. She saw only the man, and it was a man she loved. Perhaps because they both knew they could die at any time, or perhaps simply because she at least was practical and didn't bother mucking about, things had progressed and continued to progress fairly quickly. What had they known each other for now? Weeks maybe? It felt right though, and that was enough for her.
Time off hadn't been recalled, thankfully, and while they were making sure everything was one hundred percent up to standards and done by the book with the Sith around, she was still able to get off base. She'd even decided to risk staying overnight again. It wasn't uncommon. A good handful of the men had locals they visited so it wasn't as if it would be remarked upon too much. No more than the usual ribbing soldiers always gave each other. All of which had her back in the little semi-shack he was currently calling home.
Not that she cared about the decor. Current threats aside, there was always the risk she'd get deployed elsewhere. She'd take her time with him where and when she could.
"What's goin' through that head o' yours now?"
she asked him with a grin, it was a safe bet he was thinking about something. He usually was.
And despite all that, the rebellion remained uncrushed. Cyrene should know. For all that she wore the snow white of the stormtroopers when on duty, she was firmly committed to the rebellion. And the man leading it.
This thought had brown eyes turning to the man in question. [member="Cyril Grayson"]. Member of the Galactic Republic. Jedi. Rebel. None of this was on her mind however. She saw only the man, and it was a man she loved. Perhaps because they both knew they could die at any time, or perhaps simply because she at least was practical and didn't bother mucking about, things had progressed and continued to progress fairly quickly. What had they known each other for now? Weeks maybe? It felt right though, and that was enough for her.
Time off hadn't been recalled, thankfully, and while they were making sure everything was one hundred percent up to standards and done by the book with the Sith around, she was still able to get off base. She'd even decided to risk staying overnight again. It wasn't uncommon. A good handful of the men had locals they visited so it wasn't as if it would be remarked upon too much. No more than the usual ribbing soldiers always gave each other. All of which had her back in the little semi-shack he was currently calling home.
Not that she cared about the decor. Current threats aside, there was always the risk she'd get deployed elsewhere. She'd take her time with him where and when she could.
"What's goin' through that head o' yours now?"
she asked him with a grin, it was a safe bet he was thinking about something. He usually was.