Ordo wasn’t even sure why he was going to this party. Or masquerade, he said to himself, mockingly. He knew hardly anyone here, and he was no closer to finding out anything about his family, or how he could get back home.
Ordo sighed deeply, stood from his chair, picked up his [Kal’s] jacket and left. Who knows, maybe there will be a fight.
As he approached the party he could see what looked like more of these fake, bitch clones. Their armor was hideous, their mannerisms shit. Ordo grunted as he walked past them. Thinking only of his brothers. Ordo mumbled curses in Mando’a as he walked inside. There were people everywhere. More of those shinys, some who looked like officers or people of importance. Red flags hung all over the place. He looked for the bar, and as he did, he saw someone familiar.
Ordo walked over and took a spot next to her at the counter. It was Ami, the girl from the beach whom he’d almost gotten into a fight with.
“What’s goin on?” Ordo was never a good talker, but he tries.
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