Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20170213053613/@comment-24416658-20170216082422

Tanner was calmly walking around the ship, stepping out of the elevator just as he saw iaran walking by.

"Ah, Ciaran!" he called, jogging over, "I was just taking a stroll around the ship. We heading down now?" This Jedi Knight wasn't particularly formal with his language. His commoner accent from his days as a child was still there, but very vague. He had definitely improved his tone.

Meanwhile, in the canteen, Anastasia was just finishing her food when she felt her hair being ruffled by someone she couldn't see.

"Hey!" she said, shaking her head. She heard laughter, and turned, unsurprised to see two of the clones from Tombstone Squad: Rasp, their engineer, and Squall, the sniper.

"Very funny, guys," she said, pretending to be angry, but she couldn't help but crack a smile. The clones had their helmets underneath their arms, cradled against their bodies.

"I think you'll want to find your master, Ana," Rasp said, his frayed voice a painful sound to all but those in his squad, along with Anastasia and Tanner, "We're headed to the dropships, doubt that he'd want you to be late." The girl's eyes widened, and she finished her cup of water, using the force to push the tray and cup into the cleaning bin.

"Thanks for the warning, you two!" she said thankfully, running off in the direction of the elevators. Squall looked at Rasp with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't think she needed to run so fast," he commented, "We're not heading down for another 15 minutes." Rasp smirked, shrugging, and Squall chuckled. The two clones left the canteen, headed for their squad.