Dral and Calor meet the 301st
@pixelchaos00 , @suja-janee , @thatfunkyopossum
Dral, the mando in blue and grey looked for Calor the clone trooper. A blast at the nearby building scattered rubble across the battleground. And with it, he lost track of the clone with the orange helmet.
After a moment of searching, he finds the 332nd trooper. Though alive, he has his leg under a chunk of wall.
"I'm calling help for you...Your friends are on their way."
"Thanks..." The clone managed to say.
With the call in, Dral stays with the clone.
In the base, the mando hangs around the medical center watching the clones. They did what they could with the right leg. But it was futile and the leg had to go.
"What will they do for him sir?" Dral had to ask. Looking in the bacta tank, he can see his clone friend. His right leg is half gone and scarred.
Captain Med looks up from the datapad, "As the war is drawing to a close, I don't know. Even if we get him a new leg, who's to say that he will be back in service?" Med would like to comfort him, but what can he say?
"I could take him in if the republic doesn't." Dral replied. Still looking at his friend in the tank. Though they only recently met, Calor's warm personality grew on him.
"I'm happy to hear that, not a lot of people outside our own would be so kind." Med smiles. But it also makes him miss his Jedi Agne. "I too have someone that I hold dear. But, the war made her leave, and I could've went with her."
"What made you stay?" Dral looks at Med with curiosity.
"I'm not sure, perhaps my job isn't finished yet with the war. Though, the war may be over soon. Look, you can stay with us till he recovers."
With nothing left to do but wait, Dral heads to the rec room. There, he finds Armz making some adjustments to his mechanical arm.
"Are you busy?" The Mando sits at the table looking at the arm.
"Nah, I can talk. What's up?" Armz always wanted to be social with someone.
"How does having a mechanical arm affect your life?"
Armz took a moment "Well, I got my name from it. Hehehe. But really, there were quite a few changes. I had to get used to dealing with the dirt, hada to relearn how to use it. But I have my brothers with me the whole time." He got serious with his tone.
"I'm sure that Cal is gonna to be fine with you." Armz gave a big smile.
Dral felt like hiding under his helmet, was it that obvious?
"If you're his friend, we are your friends too. Us warriors got to stick together." Armz hugs him.
Dral wonders what Armz is on something to be loopy.
Days later, Calor was out of the tank and fitted with the mechanical leg. Conveniently, the leg wasn't too bulky and could fit the leg armor.
"Just one step at a time..." Med is overseeing Calor's physical therapy. And, as always, Dral is there for Calor to lean on.
"As well as your recovery is going, the rest of your team had to go it seems. Maul was just captured and they're bringing him to Coruscant for information." Med said going over the notes, dodging the disappointment from Calor.
"Wait what? When did this happen?" Calor couldn't believe it, to be left behind like that.
"Pretty recently really."
"I coulda went!" Cal tried to run out of the room, but stumbled over with Dral catching him.
"Cal, it's ok. I'm sure that they will return for you in time. Isn't loyalty a thing about you guys?" Dral tried not to be too awkward.
"Yes, you are right Dral. I'm sure that they will come back for me."
The messhall was quite busy with not only the clones, but the Mando Protectors as well. Though they have fought for Mandalor, they would sit separately. How shallow of them.
Dral and Calor find Boom manning the lunch line. "Hey Calor, Med said that you were doing good!"
"Yeah, I feel great. I will be running in no time! I just wish that I could have gotten to go with them though."
"Ah, I believe that you will be back with them soon."
Dral was too smitten to realize that his fellow mandos are snickering behind his back.
"I hope we did mandalorian food justice, we don't usually have the opportunity to cook." Boom said filling their trays.
"Looks good to me!" One of the hungry mandos said. "We just wish that he snaps out of it though."
Dral is still there in line having daydreams about Calor. Everyone else behind him isn't too happy about that. Realizing that he is holding up the line, he quickly gets his lunch and moves out of the way. All the while the mandos give him the look of disapproval.
"Hey Dral! Over here." Calor waves at him to the table. Taking his seat, Dral joins his friend. None of the clones don't seem to mind him eating with them. Dral doesn't know why his mando people hold bloodlines in such high regards when their own culture welcomes outsiders.
After lunch, the couple find Ditt and Seek at it again with betting at the shooting range.
"I dare you to hit that ten times without missing." Seek points to the target at the far end of the range.
"How much are you willing to bet?" Ditt said accepting the challenge.
"We like to see you try!" Calor called out.
"Are you going to bet on that with me?" Seek looking at the couple.
"Sure." Both of them said.
"Ten credits, each." Seek hopes to get more credits out of this.
"Uhh... I didn't bring any credits with me." Dral admits.
"I can cover it for you." Calor said getting out twenty credits.
"Place your bets. Will he hit it ten times or not?"
"We're going to bet that he will."
With their bets placed, the challenge is on. Ditt lines up his scope, and a moment later his rifle blasts ten shots.
"Check the target, ten shots."
"Don't gloat until we count it."
Seek pushed a button and the target slides forward. Apon inspection, the target has nine and a half hits.
"Half a hit still counts." Ditt pointed out.
Dral and Calor snuck out of there before a fight breaks out between the clones.
Dral plans on paying Calor back for the bet one day.