Day 29: Rec Field
'Visitors'? That didn't exactly conjure up happy thoughts for 622. It sounded more like code for a date with a torture droid or two. And even if it really was just a visitor, TK didn't even think for a moment that anyone could come to see him. His only real friend had been Commander Akobi, and he was dead... and the rest of the people he'd been on good terms with were other stormtroopers, and they were really dead, unless they had gotten snatched out of the Death Star's explosion like he had.
622 requested to head out to the Rec Field so he could get some exercise. He started doing push-ups, trying to get his mind off of 'what ifs'. Hypotheticals never did him any good at all. He just wished that things could go back to being simple, before all that mess had started on Raltiir. It wasn't as if he was no longer loyal. He still knew what the Empire stood for. But he wasn't sure how many of his superiors really cared about things the same way. They'd given Akobi a medal to cover up the fact that he'd ordered bombing runs while the rebels had jammed their sensors, and a medcenter had been hit in the process. Akobi had cared about it. He'd used up his last words telling 622 what really happened. But Akobi's superiors hadn't cared. They'd tried to make the whole issue just go away. TK didn't really think that was what was supposed to happen...
Fierfek, my brain won't shut up. TK stopped his warm-ups, grimacing slightly and running a hand through his short, dark hair. He'd hoped that things would be less complicated once he was dead.
622 requested to head out to the Rec Field so he could get some exercise. He started doing push-ups, trying to get his mind off of 'what ifs'. Hypotheticals never did him any good at all. He just wished that things could go back to being simple, before all that mess had started on Raltiir. It wasn't as if he was no longer loyal. He still knew what the Empire stood for. But he wasn't sure how many of his superiors really cared about things the same way. They'd given Akobi a medal to cover up the fact that he'd ordered bombing runs while the rebels had jammed their sensors, and a medcenter had been hit in the process. Akobi had cared about it. He'd used up his last words telling 622 what really happened. But Akobi's superiors hadn't cared. They'd tried to make the whole issue just go away. TK didn't really think that was what was supposed to happen...
Fierfek, my brain won't shut up. TK stopped his warm-ups, grimacing slightly and running a hand through his short, dark hair. He'd hoped that things would be less complicated once he was dead.