Other Worlds

[Qessax Jal Todda]

All in all, Qessax felt decent about the entire mission. It had gone, for the most part, without too many issues. A few hiccups were to be expected, and the moments right before the ship was powered on and under their control was stressful, but that was not surprising. 

 

And in all honesty, that made Qessax a little nervous. 

 

Missions never went according to plan. Not completely. Whether it was his Kaleesh heritage speaking or his training as an Imperial agent or his knowledge of previous, disastrous, imperial events, Qessax felt like something was off. 

 

Qessax approached Vangar. With his disguise mostly taken off, he had retrieved his war mask from the ship and donned it over his face. He wasn’t in imperial uniform yet, so felt that there was no reason he couldn’t wear his culture again. 

 

Passing by the squad of clones, Qessax stopped and saluted them. “Excellent job captain. You and your…brothers” 

 

Qessax struggled a bit saying the last part. Clones were still odd to him and his people as a whole. 

 

Taken care of that, Qessax faced Vangar. “Sir, might I ask what is your next plan of action? 

 

As he talked, the several Kaleesh warriors who had assisted the mission were approaching the command room. Qessax, who had completely forgotten about the warriors, was not expecting them, and only noticed them when he detected their pungent odor. 

 

One of them, a female with a verpine sniper rifle on her back, looked the clones over and snickered before asking “You all smell the same. What, do you all share the same soul?” The others took note of what the female said and listened in, curious on how the clones would respond. 

Edited November 10, 2022 by Qessax Jal Todda