A clone trooper named Petrichor.

For those who don’t know, word petrichor refers to the scent that lingers after the rain is gone.

And, well, it’s always raining on Kamino. There is no after the rain.

Petrichor named themself after that scent, even without knowing what it smelled like. Because it’s always raining on Kamino. And someday they want to know what it’s like after the rain.

The troops of General Pong Krell - A peek into life under his command

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Spooks doesn't hear footsteps behind him - never does, everyone here knows how to walk silently - but he knows he's being followed. And he isn't surprised when there's a tap on his shoulder. He tilts his helmet to indicate he's paying attention and Lace quickens his pace to match Spooks.

You should be nicer, Lace signs, every gesture as small as he can make it while still being readable. They're scared.

Spooks scowls under his helmet and flicks his hand dismissively. Not a sign, but his meaning is clear- They should be.

Lace persists. They're just Shinies.

This time, Spooks does sign back, his movements sharp and quick. The sooner they learn, the better their chances. You know that.

Yes, but we should be gentle-

Spooks stops and turns to fully face Lace. He has to bite his tongue to keep himself silent. There is no gentle here. His fingers twist around the words as if ripping them from the air. They need to know that.

There's a barely-suppressed wince from Lace, but Spooks catches it. He feels a little bad, but he won't apologize. He's right, and Lace knows it.

You've seen the plans for tomorrow, he continues, hands slower now, movements softer. He's putting them on the front. They're going to get eaten alive.

Then we should give them as much comfort as we can. Lace matches his tone, though his hands droop with resignation. They deserve that much.

Spooks isn't good at comfort. That had always been Wish's thing, until his fighter had been shot into a lake and he'd drowned with the wreckage, so far from the stars he'd reached for.

He looks away, hands still at his sides. He has nothing to say to that.

Lace's shoulders slump ever so slightly; a nonverbal sigh. I know. Head back to the barracks. I'll meet you there after I show them around.

Spooks nods. Quick as a flash, Lace grabs his hands, squeezes, then scurries away. Spooks doesn't watch him go. He turns on his heel and goes on his way, back to the barracks, as ordered.

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