“Are you sure you want to do this?”, Doctor Gida Fam crossed her arms as she watched her mentor toss a duffle bag on the couch before disappearing into the bedroom.
“There’s no reason for me to stay.” The retired Medic Commander responded grimly as he brought out his Clone Trooper uniform and started to inspect, and discard a few pieces.
“Anywhere they will let me work. There are worlds out there for me to be of use.”
Taking one look at the small thigh guards, and crotch piece, he shakes his head and tosses it aside, “Gida, I’m only forty-five.”
“Your body is seventy-five. You’re mind-“
The Commander looks up at her with steely golden brown eyes, “What are you saying? I’m senile?”
“Unable to care for myself?”
“Listen, I accept that I have limitations, but Kamino is a prison for me now. Has been for years. Understand?”
Her friend sighed as he adjusted the straps on the breastplate, “You’re just being observant. Can’t fault you for that.”
“Seriously? You’re going to wear that?”
“Wyn, it’s not going to fit.”
The Commander smirked before he took a breath, sucked in his gut, and put on his upper armor.
“Oh…ugh… no.” He squirmed uncomfortably within the armor, “This… isn’t going to work.”
Gida tried not to snicker while she watched her friend turn several shades of red as he tried unsuccessfully to unfasten the tight torso plate.
“For cry’ in out loud! Ugh…Help me…”
Gida tried to remove the torso plate, but the Commander moved before she could grasp it, “Hold still.”
“Kriff'in…” He leaned against his desk pulling at one side of the plate while Gida worked at the other.
“Hurry up!” he pants, “I’m go‘in ta pass out!”
The torso plate pops open, hanging loosely at one side as the Commanders belly filled the open space, “Whoo! That was close.” The Commander laughed as he took a few relieved breaths, scratching his belly.
“I thought I’d have to get maintenance to cut you out.” She laughed, patting his shoulder.
“Would have taken too long.” Wyn chuckled, wiping nervous sweat from his brow, “Alpha Phase armor is tough.” He grinned tapping the breastplate, “This piece is coming with me.” He unhooks the torso plate and discards it.
“Wait…you were Alpha class?”
“Yeah.” Wyn noticed his friend’s confusion,”I was an aberration. A little too independent minded. I wanted to preserve life more than take it, but I always did my duty.” The Commander stood there for a split second remembering his early years, “Always.” He whispered. With a sniff he brought himself to the present. “They found that it would be beneficial to have a Medic within the Alpha Class to keep us in the field longer. When the Alpha’s were phased out, I was trained for command of the 367th Medic battalion to disperse Specialized Medics and Doctors throughout the GAR.”
Wyn looked at his desk holo calendar. Forty-seven days since the explosion at Onderon.
“They may be gone, Wyn -”
“Don’t say that!” The Commander steps aside, opening his duffle bag, “We don’t know that. Not for sure.”
“They won’t allow transport -”
“I just have to get off Kamino.” The Commander’s tone deepened, “I’ll find my own way.”
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