"Man, are you alright in the head?" Cassian asked as he stepped out of the carriage, finally arriving at the newly established camp near the jungle. The entire ride had been a test of his patience, thanks to Robert and his relentless string of jokes.
At first, it was just harmless teasing, but when it escalated to unnecessary touching, Cassian had reached his limit. Now, as Robert hopped out behind him, grinning from ear to ear, Cassian exhaled in frustration.
"Where would Sergeant Dallas be…?" he muttered to himself, scanning the camp. But before he could look around properly, his eyes widened in shock.
Standing with Dallas was someone familiar.
And that same someone was also standing right behind him.
Memories of the countless clones he had fought last month flooded Cassian's mind. Instinct kicked in, and without hesitation, he brandished his sword, pointing it directly at the Robert standing behind him.
