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(Before The Force Awakens)
As Amarus prepared for another day she caught a hint of her reflection in the mirror and was stopped in her tracts. Is that really me? Her own reflection often startled her, when she was little there was nothing like it around, no way to know what your own face looked like.. She checked each article of her face, her left eye, the unnerving blue one, then her left, the normal brown one. her short brown hair, her once tan complexion had turned paler, everything was where it was supposed to be and she took a deep breath trying to shake off these feelings. Amarus had a job to do, it was her duty, to the Supreme Leader, to the Knight, and to the First Order.
AN-3481, a Stormtrooper, nothing more, nothing less. Ain, the name Amarus Ren had given him after he had been brought in to be her personal escort. An Admiral had ordered this change after what he called a close call with a slime bag, Amarus had insisted that the whole thing was ridiculous and that she could handle herself, which he did not doubt, but orders were what they were.
(I don’t know where this tid-bit is going, but I promised myself that if I felt inspired to wright I would and then post it no matter what... Though Ain will be important later on, if I ever get that far with this story.)