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Chapter One - Intrigue

Waking up to a headache isn't the worst you've experienced but it’s still not the best.

Aching pain sears from your temples to the crown of your head, you assumed it was just that your bun was up too tight, until you remembered.

“fuck” you mutter as you realise you smoked way too much spice last night and have this so called group inspection in an hour and a half.

You wouldn't say you had formed a proper squad after training with the empire for a year and a half, people came and went very often.

It made sense, for some reason the empire wasn't in dire need for specialists like snipers, especially not trainee ones such as yourself.

Pushing yourself up twisting your hips and placing yourself at the edge of your bed you felt your head go woozy. Luckily it passed almost instantly and you relaxed knowing that a few painkillers would help ease the pain emanating from your temples.

Releasing the straps of your nightgown from your shoulders and letting it drop to the floor you stepped into the already steaming shower, hot water making your stiff muscles and bruised body melt.

That's what you get for overtime combat training with those droids, you thought to yourself.

Ever since the death of your parents, two years ago, spice and combat training were the only two things to numb the pain.

Stepping out of the shower and reaching for the towel you spot yourself in the mirror, “hm not bad’ feeling pride for the effects of keeping to a soldiers exercise routine. There were some lazy troopers out there and you were happy to show off that you weren't.

After tying your hair up into your usual ponytail and slipping into your empire blacks, you placed your armour over the top.

you were proud of they way it looked, empire black with a few gunmetal grey scratches and red details, you had taste.

After triple checking your sniper rifle knowing that it would probably be inspected by one of Rampart’s usual men you lugged it in its case onto your back and made your way to base.

It really wasn't far from your barracks and luckily you had your own transport only for troopers, you could imagine the strange looks from Coruscanti residents on public transport, soldiers were intimidating for a reason

Making your way into the large testing centre you spotted Rampart standing on the balcony, thirty meters above the grey tiled floor. The air just as cold as his patronising glare, it didn't hurt to be welcoming, you thought to yourself.

Before you could continue your thoughts Rampart spoke. “elite troopers” his voice echoed around the large room occupying only yourself, two other troopers who you hadn't met before, Rampart and his death trooper bodyguard.

“You have been called here today for your bi annual inspection and rating of your current skill level, if you do well, you may have the chance of promotion”

Promotion, your skin tingled, the thought of being out in the field and no longer a trainee had been on your mind for at least the last three months

“We will be joined later by some of your seniors who specialise in your areas and have far more experience than you” there goes that condescending tone again “They will be your mentors for the next three weeks”

Time had passed and the two other troopers had completed their tests and met their mentors

“Eyesight and reaction test will commence in 3, 2, 1” said the monotone voice coming from the droid below. Lazer focused, you were full of adrenaline and ready for this test.

Lying from a high vantage point, you aimed your Firepuncher down to the area, shooting at targets popping up occasionally, when out of the corner of your eye you spotted the automatic doors behind Rampart open and a figure appear, you assumed it was your mentor.

Ignoring distraction was normally very easy for you, except for now. This mentor looked very different from the others. He looked important. Rather than wearing the white model, his sleek grey amour was enticing and the green visor in his helmet magnetic to the eye. Who was he behind that helmet, you felt yourself being drawn to him.

Too distracted to realise you'd missed the signal for the reaction part of your test, you felt a zap in your shoulder, one of the droids below had shot a blank at you, right in front of your new, very distracting mentor, the test reset.

Rampart hadn't noticed luckily, he was looking at your mentor as they took off their helmet.

It was a clone, but he looked different than the usual, confusion was probably visible across your face as he looked your way and gave you a blank nod, nodding back you could see he had grey short hair, a defined jawline and high cheekbones.

Just before you could start the test again, and prove yourself to your new mentor, Rampart interrupted “We've seen enough thank you” Why did he always have to speak in that tone, had you just bottled your chance, the clone hadn't even watched you.

“Please come to the balcony”

Walking through the imposing grey sliding doorway you were once again met with Rampart and who you guessed was your new mentor.

A tingle shot up your spine, like a sign from the force, which had sadly now been banned from being spoken about all across the empire. This man was tall, very tall. You felt your neck crane slightly upwards to meet his face, which you now realised was very intriguing. He was attractive in the sense that is aura was dark and you felt even more drawn to him. His eyes a brown like the caf you drank this morning and the left one surrounded by the design of a crosshair, the same one you saw through your viewfinder every day

“Trooper this is CT-9904, he is a sniper, like yourself. He will be advising you on what you can improve on over the next three weeks, if all goes well, you may have the chance of promotion” Rampart said in an unbothered tone, he had clearly been repeating the same statement throughout the day, boredom emanating from him.

Whilst taking in what Rampart was saying, you could feel the gaze of CT-9904 on you, looking at him directly now, you could see he had a slight smirk, and his eyes trailed up and down your body. He’s checking me out you thought. “I am looking forward to working with you”

You had to stay calm, or he would notice your breath hitch up, this man’s voice was as sensual as the look he was giving you. It was adenoidal yet smooth, the first thing you could envision it to be like, was a snake, tentatively stalking it’s way towards its prey. You the prey, he the snake.

Snap out of it, realising you had taken a suspiciously long time to mutter out the words “Yes sir, me too”

Had that just come across like you were flirting with him, panic flushed your face, you were always so composed, what was happening.

He could tell you were flustered, slightly chuckling to himself then saying “773 Firepuncher?” Whilst looking at the rifle in your hand.

“772, Sir”

“Ah, let me see”

You handed him the rifle, this man clearly didn’t know the word please, but maybe that wasn’t a surprise, or to be expected from your senior. He couldn’t be to much older than yourself, even if his hair was grey, his face was supple, smooth excluding the slight stubble, he had minimal wrinkles. Such an attractive face you thought to yourself, you could feel your knees slightly weakening, so shifted your stance.

His slender fingers gently glided across your rifle, he was respecting your weapon. An eyebrow raised “not bad, but could be better” he leaned over you pointing to a few scuff marks on the underside of your rifle “These shouldn’t be there”

“If I may sir, these were from using it just now”

“Yet you were expecting me today, you could have cleaned her up whilst making your way up here”

He had a point.

“She deserves special attention, at all times” he said whilst towering over you looking deep into your eyes, it felt like he was talking about you and not your rifle.

“I understand sir” Saying whilst looking down.

Rampart had walked away by now, talking to his bodyguard, that gave the clone a chance to tap you on the bottom of your chin and say “Look at me and say that”

“I understand sir” It was highly inappropriate but your heart was racing and you were finding it exceptionally invigorating.

No man had ever spoken to you like this, they were always so intimidated by your stature and confidence yet this clone had reduced you to a thoughtless mess.

“Look at mine” he handed you back your rifle and as you swung yours onto your back, he reached for his and you got a good look at his build. He was was slim yet muscular, his shoulders wide and waist slender

Reaching out for his rifle you took a look, it was immaculate but unlike your red detailing, he had none, time to have a little fun you thought.

“Very good sir, pristine. But if I may”

“Go on”

“Well I just feel it’s quite boring”

His brows furrowed slightly and his eyes darkened, had you just crossed a line.

“I feel mine has more character”

“Character” he said through a chuckle “You want to see character sweetheart, I’ll show you character“

Sweetheart, you mused to yourself this man really was flirting with you, this could be a fun few weeks.

He reached for a pocket on his waistband and pulled out a collection of disks which he flung to different places across the hall below.

After taking the rifle from your hands he leaned his slender frame up against the balcony, as he was looking away you let your eyes trail his body focusing on his waist thinking what your hands would feel like gliding across his lower frame, pressing him down in combat training, that would be fun.

Quickly snapping out of your thoughts you watched as he shot at a disk which reflected the plasma bolt onto the next disk and so on until it smashed right into the head of one of the droids. Electricity coursed through your veins as he turned to look over to you.

“Impressive” you said

“Indeed, you will come back here tomorrow afternoon and I will inspect your visual accuracy”

“Okay Sir, thank you for the show” you smirked at him and made your way outside the doors.

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