"We're clones sir. We're meant to be expendable."
A soldier of the 501st
A smartass at times but he knows how to get things done
A nightmare to all droids
Serious/crack/lewd RP
Story before lewd
"RT this so those clankers know that we're here."
"One thing I usually keep under wraps is my secondary job as a clone. I work in the assassin corps at times... ...If you tell anyone, I'll slit your throat."
Cyrus had most of his armor off and was cleaning it, mostly just getting the dirt off, he didn't want the dents and scars gone as they set him apart from a shiny. With his armor off, it just left him in the black undersuit.
-Did we have any doubts? Any private, traitorous thoughts? Perhaps, but no one said a word. Not on the flight to Coruscant, not when Order 66 came down, and not when we marched into the Jedi Temple. Not a word." -Battlefront II, 501st journal.
"What I remember about the rise of the Empire is... is how quiet it was. During the waning hours of the Clone Wars, the 501st Legion was discreetly transferred back to Coruscant. It was a silent trip. We all knew what was about to happen, what we were about to do."-