Clone trooper, scout, silent and not that deadly. Killer sweet tooth, skittish to a fault. Great with a knife.
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->"Sir, Yes Sir."<-
CT-2323, also known as Pointer.
Silent, stealthy scout.
Star Wars/MV RP, 18+
Lewd unlikely, mature themes probable
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With surprising silence, given he's in full armor, Pointer pulls off a vent cover and slips inside, pulling the cover back on behind him.
It's his favorite hiding spot.
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Sitting in the mess hall Pointer had his helmet tilted just enough to get food in his mouth, his chin barely visible. It was the most skin he'd shown in public in ages.
He must be slipping.
Tired from a long day of training Pointer crawled into his usual air duct, into the nest he'd made for himself. It was cramped and confined, but it made it virtually impossible for anyone to sneak up on him while he was sleeping.
Ahhh, safety.
||: God I hate this hellsite.
All of my replies from @Tale0fTwoSuns vanished from my @'s tab, and I was immediately horrified that I'd done something awful and gotten blocked.
Nope, they're just hiding the replies/RTs. -_-
Pointer shook his head, expression unreadable with his helmet on. <No sir, no more questions. And that's fine, we were all shinies at one point or another.>
Ignoring the fact that Pointer was still relatively green in his experience, not quite a shiny but definitely not a--
<You would not be the first to recommend it, Sir. The only reason I haven't been sent back to Kamino is Kix vouching for me and... Fudging some of my paperwork.> He hunkered down at that, knowing what he was saying incriminated an officer.
<There isn't anything I need right--
Nodding silently Pointer stepped into the room and sat opposite BBQ's desk, perched on the edge of it as if he was prepared to bolt for the door at any moment. Pointer was always jumpy, even before the incident, but having his head on a swivel kept him and his vode safe more--
A tiny sigh escaped Pointer's nose beneath his helmet, it was a story he'd told dozens of times and one he would likely tell dozens more. But if this trooper was going to be his new CO, he couldn't begin his tenure by copping an attitude.
<I can hear you fine, Sir, and it is--
-anyone else anything. Ever again.>
He waited, half-expecting to be dismissed. Several of the commanding officers he'd been assigned to in the past had been livid at the idea of being given a 'defective' clone, or one that wasn't at maximum efficacy. --
Pointer gave BBQ a quick salute, before signing <CT-2323, Sir. Or Pointer, if you prefer.>
Despite the speed and precision of his movements Pointer didn't make a sound, it was almost disconcerting how quiet he was as his gloved fingers signed his response.
@Tale0fTwoSuns
Pointer made his way silently through the base's corridors, staring down at the datapad in his hands. Unlike almost all of the troopers he passed the scout was still in full armor, reflecting the screen with his new orders. He'd finally been reassigned to a new--
-squad, under CT-8093. They weren't a clone Pointer was acquainted with, even by reputation, but he'd been out on intel-gathering missions for long enough a lot of the clones around here were new faces.
Stopping outside BBQ's quarters Pointer hesitated, before lifting a gloved--