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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/3/2016 4:43:40 AM
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[b][i][u]Hard Times and Holidays[/u][/i][/b]
The snow was falling, dusting the dojo a pleasant white. People were wandering around enjoying the holiday seasons, sharing time with friends and lived ones, or simply walking around the snowy dojo.
Cannon sat on the ramp of his ship, helmet in hand, and sighed.
[i]Well, this isn't your finest moment.[/i]
He traces a finger across the scarred face plate of his helmet, puffing a breath of steam in the cold air.
It had been a few days since the party and his... Unfortunate conversation with Isorropia.
He'd wait for her, just like he'd promised, but in the meantime it still hurt.
He leaned back against the ship and gazed up, watching the snowflakes drift lazily down in an attempt to distract himself from his own mind.
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[quote]their lived ones[/quote] [b]Nathaniel sat by him, not wearing anything in particular to protect against the cold [/b] "You okay there - how do you say it? You okay there Vod?"
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"Been better. I'll live." He dosent bother glancing at you.
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"What happened? You look love stricken."
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Edited by Cannon011: 12/3/2016 7:35:57 PM"I had a hard past few days..." He trails off, running his fingers over the dented surface of his helmet dome to dust the snow off.
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"It's alright, Vod. It gets better. Trust me"
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"Speak for yourself. Everything seems to go down hill for me. Has been every since I left Mandalore."
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"You're just not used to life outside Mandalorian life."
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Cannon laughs bitterly at that. "I wasn't used to the Mandalorian life either. Haran, I never got a bloody chance at any kind of life! The Republic literally made me to be an expendable asset, and tossed me out the window when they finished their war!"
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"So man up! Sounds like it's been pretty shit, so you can handle the shit it's throwing at you now."
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He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, his jaw clenching. "I coped with it by shutting off my emotions and closing myself to everything outside. I can't keep doing that."
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"Hey I was just messing with you... I wasn't actually serious." [b]He looks downs[/b] "Sorry."
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Cannon takes a few deep breaths, his face shifting back to it's usually emotionless mask. "I'm sorry. I over reacted."
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"Just trying to cheer you up..."
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"...thanks."
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"It's not a problem."
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"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do now. I said I'd wait, so I guess I'm stuck waiting."
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"Waiting for what exactly?"
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"I... Long story." He turns the helmet over, gazing at the inside.
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"So it is love?"
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"... I think so."
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"Heh. I knew it. Love is very complicated my friend."
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"So I realise. I wish sarge had taught on this back in training. Guess the idea of someone loving a stupid clone was too far fetched."
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"Hey man its alright, you were designed to be expendable. You proved those BASTARDS wrong."
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Cannon laughs. "Yeah, I suppose I did."
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"Look at you now! A Gorram member of the great and powerful dojo."
