SHARP SHOOTER [AUTOPLAY]

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❝ I’m not entirely sure that I am the best to do so. Why don’t you? ❞

FN-2020 watched the troopers in TRAINING as she contemplated his words and sighed. How she longed for the days where she could roam like they did, ARMOR no where in sight. She shifted in her gear before shaking her head slightly.

❝I have been ORDERED not to spar with the cadets. Last time I DID        Well, I proved my skill level to be higher than theirs. I would need a SPARRING partner above them.❞ 

Once again, she glances his way. FN-2020 will not ask again if he wants to, knowing it was dangerous enough the first time but still she wishes she could. If not ONLY for the reason of showing the cadets what a REAL fight was like. 

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It wasn’t until the female offered aid, to his surprise, that the notion of him being the presence of another hollow, inept shell began to dissipate. But the only guidance he had ever allowed himself to accept was from that of Leader Snoke. He was not a child and he was capable of dealing with his problems on his own. That was the way it had always been.

Carelessly, he tossed the holotape onto his desk alongside the  fragments of his saber; Hux could wait. He picks up his weapon once  again, running bare fingers against the cold, familiar metal pensively. Why won’t you work for me? What have I done wrong? He doesn’t notice how conflicted he truly is until his hands, like vices, begin to ache and throb from trying to crush the weapon with his touch. This turned his attention back to his guest, lips pursed together tightly as if the words he was about to speak were to become, at some point, regrettable.  

❝ Remove your helmet ━ I don’t trust people I can’t see. ❞

Upon hearing his COMMAND, FN-2020 begins to regret her words. She had ANGERED him by offering her help, the trooper was sure of it. Though his voice remained calm even as his lips pursed tightly together. A STRANGE reaction for one who had been angered she thought but still what else could he be feeling? What other reason would he have for wanting her to take her HELMET off? FN-2020 hesitates only for a moment before doing as she was told. They may have been in his private quarters, but such an action was dangerous while still on duty. And ORDER was an ORDER though, and she did well to follow it.

❝I’m sorry if I’ve overstepped my BOUNDARIES sir                           ❞ 

FN-2020 bows her head slightly in apology but otherwise remains still. She is unsure of his next move, and therefore decides to play it calm. Light HUES flicker up to gaze at him through dark lashes and for a moment she’s caught off guard once more at his state of dress. The pale skin is STARK against the usual black of his attire and she suddenly wonders what the fabric is HIDING below. Were there SCARS? Were there ROBOTIC limbs like the rumors said? FN-2020 tilted her head as the thoughts continued until she realized she was staring and then her gaze locked back onto his. She hadn’t meant to let her thoughts wander as they had. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed.

i punched you in the face because you were talking shit and shoved you into the wall and i’ve got my hands around your throat threatening to choke the shit out of you. but hey - you’ve got the prettiest eyes and did - did you just fucking moan? why are you smirking? are you enjoying this??? 

        WATCHING TROOPERS train was not his prerogative unless General Hux mentioned someone noteworthy. This trooper seemed to be. A quick shot and accurate, perhaps a natural talent that was ingrained in the soldier before she even came to their camp. 

      “ General Hux was right about you. ”

FN-2020 had been AWARE of his presence as she practiced, but knew better than to question him. He RARELY came around this part of the base, and while she wondered what had brought him around TODAY, the girl focused on the task at hand. It wasn’t until he spoke to her did the curiosity get the better of her and the blaster in hand was lowered in favor of turning her gaze onto him. 

❝     SIR?❞

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