The man soon stopped a few feet from the Queen and her daughter and took a deep breath. He straightened his legs and saluted the Queen with his right hand straight and barely above the black plate for his vision.He carried two pistols and the mohawk like top was striped in yellow. His armor looked like it had been in many battles, and that he sufferred hardships, but Crystaall could only imagine what he faced.
"RC-113910, at your service M'lady."
"John, you will watch my daughter while she partakes in the party. I want you to stick close to her and keep her safe."
"No need to worry M'lady. She is in safe hands."
"Crystaall, don't do anything rash while I go talk to visitors from other planets. I need to keep the Empire off our backs don't I?"
The Quee smiled and then dissappeared in the crowd. The circle dissipated and everyone went their own way as Crystaall just stood there with the clone. She felt uncomfortable standing someone that was born to serve, or rather created. There were no expressions that came from his voice earlier, and she could not see through his helmet to tell what lay within his face and what he felt. This was a disadvantage she never had, for she was great with telling someone's emotions, something she guessed was a power in the Force most Jedi had. She supposed she learned it early, but she still was halted by the mask and the voice. The clone was unreadable.
"Having trouble with something ma'am?"
"No, its just..... Most clones still serve the Empire."
"Unfortunately, my squad and I served them for a time. We did exactly what your captain tried to do. Eliminate the remaining Jedi."
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