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Maybe this was a bad idea.
As he watched Madeline sitting across the table, digging into what looked like mashed potatoes, chicken, and gravy, Prudii wondered if it was a good idea to have brought her here at all. She raised a lot of questions, and his brother Clones weren’t wise enough to stay away from her.
They’d bugged her with questions; asking her where she was from, why she was there, when her and Prudii were going to get married, etc., etc. The last one bugged Prudii quite a bit, and needless to say, that unlucky trooper had been assigned latrine duty for a week. A few of his fellow Clones had also pestered her about card games. he wasn’t sure why, but they seemed strangely interested in getting Maddi to play something called “Strip Poker” with them. Knowing the Clones around here, it couldn’t be anything good. So Prudii had forbidden them from asking her again.
Now, as he watched her dig into her food, Prudii wondered if he should’ve just taken her home. Or better yet, taken her to some nearby town and let them deal with her. It might’ve just been easier. He sighed into his hand, poking at his plate listlessly with a fork. Madeline was nothing but trouble. She rankled, she annoyed him, she drove him crazy...
And at the same time, he sort of respected her. She was tough, the little bugger, and she could take just about anything anyone dished out. Although it could be a pain in the shebs sometimes, mostly it was pretty astounding. He wondered how uneventful his life would be if or when he had to send her back. So far, she wasn’t really noticed or even cared about. Even the Mongrels stayed away from her, though they knew quite well that she was there. No one but Prudii and a few brave Clones seemed to want to deal with her.
Prudii sighed again, and made ready to stab a piece of meat with his fork when he felt something bounce off his nose. He looked down to see a small green pea roll across the table. Looking up, he narrowed his eyes as he saw Maddi grinning across at him.
“Stop being so depressing. I’m trying to eat,” she said curtly, before resuming her battle with a tough piece of steak.
Of course, Prudii couldn’t let this offense go unpunished. He reached down and dug up a spoonful of mashed potatoes, before pulling the spoon back with his finger, and letting it fly. It landed on Maddi’s forehead with a very satisfying ‘splat,’ and Prudii found himself staring at a startled and confused Madeline.
She looked back up at him, then at his spoon, and then up at her forehead. Her eyes narrowed as she connected it all together, and then she glared at him from across the table.
They were in the mess hall, and they weren’t alone. A bunch of troopers, some sergeants, some privates, sat all around them at various tables. A few even occupied their own, daring to sit close to their now ill-tempered lieutenant and his fiery little friend. They scooted away when they saw the look on Maddi’s face, not wanting to get involved in the war they knew was about to start.
“Is that how you wanna play the game?” Maddi asked, her eyes narrowing further as she loaded up her own spoon with mashed potatoes. “Fine. Then its on!”
Unluckily for her, Prudii saw it coming, and ducked in time to avoid a face full of potatoes. The trooper behind him, however, was not so lucky, and was beaned in the back of the head with Madeline’s ammo. Madeline’s eyes went wide, and Prudii couldn’t help but let out a laugh as the trooper slowly turned around, his left eye twitching.
“All right! Who did that?”
The mess hall went completely silent, save for Prudii’s laughter, and Madeline’s soft squeak as she tried to hide herself from sight. Normally, she was tough, and could take anything. but even she knew not to mess with some of these guys. The trooper stood up, reached own to grab a glob of mashed potatoes, and tossed it at Prudii’s head.
Prudii, unable to dodge, was left with a face full of potatoes, and a very cross expression. “Hey!” he shouted. “I’m your shabla lieutenant. You can’t do that!”
The trooper smirked, and crossed his arms. “Sorry lieutenant. But with all due respect, you started it.”
As he watched Madeline sitting across the table, digging into what looked like mashed potatoes, chicken, and gravy, Prudii wondered if it was a good idea to have brought her here at all. She raised a lot of questions, and his brother Clones weren’t wise enough to stay away from her.
They’d bugged her with questions; asking her where she was from, why she was there, when her and Prudii were going to get married, etc., etc. The last one bugged Prudii quite a bit, and needless to say, that unlucky trooper had been assigned latrine duty for a week. A few of his fellow Clones had also pestered her about card games. he wasn’t sure why, but they seemed strangely interested in getting Maddi to play something called “Strip Poker” with them. Knowing the Clones around here, it couldn’t be anything good. So Prudii had forbidden them from asking her again.
Now, as he watched her dig into her food, Prudii wondered if he should’ve just taken her home. Or better yet, taken her to some nearby town and let them deal with her. It might’ve just been easier. He sighed into his hand, poking at his plate listlessly with a fork. Madeline was nothing but trouble. She rankled, she annoyed him, she drove him crazy...
And at the same time, he sort of respected her. She was tough, the little bugger, and she could take just about anything anyone dished out. Although it could be a pain in the shebs sometimes, mostly it was pretty astounding. He wondered how uneventful his life would be if or when he had to send her back. So far, she wasn’t really noticed or even cared about. Even the Mongrels stayed away from her, though they knew quite well that she was there. No one but Prudii and a few brave Clones seemed to want to deal with her.
Prudii sighed again, and made ready to stab a piece of meat with his fork when he felt something bounce off his nose. He looked down to see a small green pea roll across the table. Looking up, he narrowed his eyes as he saw Maddi grinning across at him.
“Stop being so depressing. I’m trying to eat,” she said curtly, before resuming her battle with a tough piece of steak.
Of course, Prudii couldn’t let this offense go unpunished. He reached down and dug up a spoonful of mashed potatoes, before pulling the spoon back with his finger, and letting it fly. It landed on Maddi’s forehead with a very satisfying ‘splat,’ and Prudii found himself staring at a startled and confused Madeline.
She looked back up at him, then at his spoon, and then up at her forehead. Her eyes narrowed as she connected it all together, and then she glared at him from across the table.
They were in the mess hall, and they weren’t alone. A bunch of troopers, some sergeants, some privates, sat all around them at various tables. A few even occupied their own, daring to sit close to their now ill-tempered lieutenant and his fiery little friend. They scooted away when they saw the look on Maddi’s face, not wanting to get involved in the war they knew was about to start.
“Is that how you wanna play the game?” Maddi asked, her eyes narrowing further as she loaded up her own spoon with mashed potatoes. “Fine. Then its on!”
Unluckily for her, Prudii saw it coming, and ducked in time to avoid a face full of potatoes. The trooper behind him, however, was not so lucky, and was beaned in the back of the head with Madeline’s ammo. Madeline’s eyes went wide, and Prudii couldn’t help but let out a laugh as the trooper slowly turned around, his left eye twitching.
“All right! Who did that?”
The mess hall went completely silent, save for Prudii’s laughter, and Madeline’s soft squeak as she tried to hide herself from sight. Normally, she was tough, and could take anything. but even she knew not to mess with some of these guys. The trooper stood up, reached own to grab a glob of mashed potatoes, and tossed it at Prudii’s head.
Prudii, unable to dodge, was left with a face full of potatoes, and a very cross expression. “Hey!” he shouted. “I’m your shabla lieutenant. You can’t do that!”
The trooper smirked, and crossed his arms. “Sorry lieutenant. But with all due respect, you started it.”
Madeline and Prudii met in an unconventional way. Prudii was off scouting the area for local plant life, and Madeline was being accosted by Slave traders. Prudii stepped in and saved her, but received no thanks or gratitude. Annoyed, Prudii mouthed off to the woman, who promptly smacked him upside the head.
A scuffle ensued, broken up only by an attack by a battalion of Super Battle Droids. Prudii gave one of his pistols to Madeline, and took on the battalion. Between the two of them, they managed to take them all out, but Prudii’s pulled his shoulder and Madeline’s arm was scorched.
Prudii told Madeline to come with him back to the base so he could look after her and be sure no more droids came after her, and she did so grudgingly. The two bickered and fought, and eventually had to stop for the night. They built a fire, and Prudii promptly learned of Madeline’s intense fear of spiders. After a prolonged conversation, both revealed that they had feelings for one another, and ended up sharing a heated kiss.
They went to sleep (Prudii using Maddi’s lap as a pillow) and in the morning, set out for the base. On the way there, they talked and joked and laughed with one another, playfully poking fun. But a sniper cut their fun short; Prudii was shot through the shoulder blade, and was nearly killed. Madeline took out the sniper and ended up calling Prudii’s squad to come pick him up.
They did, brought him back to base, patched both of them up, and Prudii promptly explained what he was, how old he was, and everything about a Clone’s life, which freaked Madeline out. But she decided to stay with him, a fact that relieved Prudii greatly. What follows takes place after their initial meeting and beyond.
Madeline Copyrighted to Kallile
Prudii Copyrighted to Karen Traviss
Prudii’s personality Copyrighted to me (In the RP, of course)
A scuffle ensued, broken up only by an attack by a battalion of Super Battle Droids. Prudii gave one of his pistols to Madeline, and took on the battalion. Between the two of them, they managed to take them all out, but Prudii’s pulled his shoulder and Madeline’s arm was scorched.
Prudii told Madeline to come with him back to the base so he could look after her and be sure no more droids came after her, and she did so grudgingly. The two bickered and fought, and eventually had to stop for the night. They built a fire, and Prudii promptly learned of Madeline’s intense fear of spiders. After a prolonged conversation, both revealed that they had feelings for one another, and ended up sharing a heated kiss.
They went to sleep (Prudii using Maddi’s lap as a pillow) and in the morning, set out for the base. On the way there, they talked and joked and laughed with one another, playfully poking fun. But a sniper cut their fun short; Prudii was shot through the shoulder blade, and was nearly killed. Madeline took out the sniper and ended up calling Prudii’s squad to come pick him up.
They did, brought him back to base, patched both of them up, and Prudii promptly explained what he was, how old he was, and everything about a Clone’s life, which freaked Madeline out. But she decided to stay with him, a fact that relieved Prudii greatly. What follows takes place after their initial meeting and beyond.
Madeline Copyrighted to Kallile
Prudii Copyrighted to Karen Traviss
Prudii’s personality Copyrighted to me (In the RP, of course)
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Let the food fight begin!. I absolutely loved it very funny. Keep it up 😄