— best to elaborate.
“. . . Whenever you’re around, I find myself getting 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥. It’s strange, but I’ll get past it, I won’t let it hinder my performance.”
Hands leave his work; fingers kneading the bridge of his nose to release the tension, though he’d let his shoulders rise and fall.
“. . . It’s difficult to explain, general.”
His face would flush with a darker hue; clearly this wasn’t his strong suit, yet he’d try his —
Eyes would glance up to the gray paneling of the ceiling.
A silent prayer followed by an almost 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘 exhale.
“. . . Ma’am. How do I put this gently? You tend to. . . Distract me.”
Oh how he almost cringes as he dives back into his work.
unable to 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 , aayla would certainly address it .
“ if not the workload , then what is the cause ? “
he was visibly uncomfortable , and if possible issues were occurring within the ranks , right under her nose , the general wished to be aware .
His armor felt scalding and restrictive; in fact he’d almost wriggle within the scuffed white armor, a brief yet almost 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 chuckle would escape.
“No ma’am, the workload isn’t the problem.”
𝙆𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙛. Now he’d have to elaborate on that, yet he’d wait until—
@GENERAL0NDECK — weren’t very good at it.
“. . . Unless you had another idea, General?”
Order and ranking. It was a concept he had memorized and understood, but uttering it felt foreign to him.
( STARTER FOR: @GENERAL0NDECK )
The beginning of the Clone War took its toll on the galaxy; but none more so than on the Jedi the clones were bred to serve alongside, most Jedi got along with their clones some did not. Bly and Aayla fell into a third category. An —
@GENERAL0NDECK — like you said. . . An alliance of sorts would benefit us more than scaring them.”
Negotiations and peace talks were a thing the Jedi did; not Clones, the opposite could be stated for them. They were warriors born and bred, if negotiations didn’t involve blasters? They likely —
The clone’s shoulders almost tensed—; a sharp breath being drawn in only to escape moments after, yet he shakes his head.
“𝙉𝙤—, no ma’am. I’m fine. I’m just extremely focused on the work. That’s it.”
shifting her attention from the monitor to his face , aayla’s concern fell upon his wellbeing . gently placing a hand to his temple , she questioned ,
" 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 , you're looking rather flushed . do you need to step out for the medbay ? "