I'm kind of having a writers block at the moment, so I decided to put a few chapters of some of my fics here in hopes of getting a little feedback. I don't mind criticism so please don't hold back
Ca’nara at slanar- Time to Go
The waves of stormy Kamino battered the smooth-edged platforms which made up the Prime Minister’s cloning facility. Inside, the facility remained unshaken, the bright white lights illuminated halls whose inhabitants moved like clockwork with every hour of the rotation. Battalions of Fett clones marched to the simulators, or drills, or returned to their barracks when they’d finished with either. At the head of his battalion, Cody, a tall, amber-eyed youth, like all of his brothers, did his best to march in step as he returned from drills, though his mind was occupied elsewhere.
Two weeks, Jango had told him, when even a month wouldn’t be enough to pull off something of the scale he had in mind. Often, despite being the man’s genetic clone, Cody still found himself surprised by the bounty hunter’s recklessness.
“Kote!” a little voice drew him out of his thoughts, accompanied by a tug on his sleeve.
“Me’copa’ni*, Boba?” he asked without looking. There were only two people who still called him by his given name, though he preferred his nickname many times over..
“A Jetii came to see Buir,” the boy whispered in a voice heavy with fear, “He sent me to tell you, Ca’nara at slanar**.”
Cody nearly stumbled into the the vod’e behind him.
“That’s impossible” he whispered, crouching nearer the boy’s height, “We were supposed to have two weeks at least!”
“The plan’s changed,” Boba shrugged, “Buir says now.”
As they rounded the corner into the armory, Cody pulled off his helmet, and reached up to ruffle the mess of sweaty hair beneath,
“Kriff!” he murmured under his breath. In comparison to this, two weeks to plan seemed like a lifetime. Why couldn’t the jetii di’kut have held off just a little longer? Cody drew a long breath and leaned back onto the wall of the armory. Jango would tell him he couldn’t change the past, only learn from it. The Jetii had come, and there would be no turning back.
“Boba,” he sighed as he crouched to the boy’s height. This had better work, or they’d all be karked, “Go on, and find Omega. We’re getting off this dump.”
Boba nodded and hurried cautiously away. Cody stood, watching him until he’d turned into the hallway, before returning a few of his brother’s curious glances with a nod.
“Ca’nara at slanar,” he whispered the phrase they’d learned from Jango, and listened as the vod’e to his left and right took up the whispered cheer as they set their armor away.
*What is it? or What do you want?
