Chap. 65 - The Weight of the Past.

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Mirana: - Tiffany! Good to see you! -

Mirana screamed with excitement when she saw the Rodian. Apparently she knew her before, but instead of responding to her greeting in a friendly manner, she turned to her with annoyed eyes and ordered her to shut up. Or rather to lower his voice.

Tiffany: - Shhh. Can't you see they're trying to rest? -

Mirana: - Oh, I'm sorry. The excitement of dominoes. How have you been? -

Tifany: - As you can see. The situation here is almost... -

Boil: - You! - The demanding voice of the clone caught the attention of everyone, who watched the situation in amazement and how Boil pointed his finger towards the one in the clone armor with red stripes. - Where did you get that armor!? -

There was no doubt. The clone had no intention of calming down despite Mirana's attempts to make him see reason. But... How could he calm down? Every clone recognizes Commander Thorn's armor. A hero among heroes. And a symbol to the clones of their former glory.

?????: - Hey hey friend. Calm down. -

The voice asking to calm things down was heard coming from the armor with red details. From his voice it was clear that he was not a clone, which made Boil even angrier.

Boil: - Who the hell are you!? And where did you get that armor!? -

At this point Mirana had to hold Boil down so that he wouldn't make a mistake, because although the helmet he was wearing did not reveal his identity or his facial expression, you could tell that he was not very happy. Although the rest of those present couldn't understand why.

?????: - Let's calm down for a moment. Want? -

Boil: - What I want is an explanation. -

Then, the mysterious individual wearing Commander Thorn's armor revealed his identity, revealing that he was none other than a boy of only about twenty or thirty years old. Although he had several marks on his face that expressed part of his past.

 Although he had several marks on his face that expressed part of his past

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Tifany: - Please, Mirana. Calm down your friend. If they discover us we will be lost. -

Mirana: - You heard Boil. You want to calm down for a moment and say what the hell is wrong with you. -

Boy: - That's a good question. Maybe you have a problem with this armor. -

Boil: - Yes. I have it. -

His voice was hard and cold as rock, as he removed his helmet revealing his identity. When everyone saw that the enraged madman was a clone, they were amazed, although it seems that they were able to relate the issue of the armor with his anger.

Boil: - That armor belonged to Commander Thorn. One of the greatest heroes of the Republic. -

Boy: - A dead hero who doesn't need her. And a Republic that no longer exists. I found this armor in the Vulpter dumps, and nothing stopped me from claiming it. -

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