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Chalwaar leaned up against the cool stone wall of Coruscant's barracks, absently surveying the surrounding landscape. The recent rain had created brown puddles that littered the packed dirt ground and reflected a dreary shade of grey onto Coruscant's cloudy sky. In front of him, drops from the barrack's roof steadilly dropped to the ground a foot from his nose in a rhythmyc pattern, drip, drip, drip.
Occasionally, a drop would hit one of his big, hairy feet, but he didn't mind: Even if he could have felt it through the fur, he would have been to macho to do anything about it. His bored eyes lazily followed all of the soldiers - trainees, mostly - as they ambled along their various, menial tasks. Chalwaar would have sympathized with them - but not today.
Today was a big day for Chalwaar - today, he was to learn how to fight for the Republic. Chalwaar's usually matted hair was neatly combed and glossy, attesting a grueling hour he had spent in the fresher with a steel comb. He wore a clean, camouflage poncho, in preperation for more rain. He had tried to make his ratty old bowcaster presentable, but alas, no such luck. the poor thing had gone too much to ever look remotely valuable, but that was okay. Usually, he found himself in the same boat.
With his claws he drummed the concrete wall. An impatient sigh escaped through his nose.
Occasionally, a drop would hit one of his big, hairy feet, but he didn't mind: Even if he could have felt it through the fur, he would have been to macho to do anything about it. His bored eyes lazily followed all of the soldiers - trainees, mostly - as they ambled along their various, menial tasks. Chalwaar would have sympathized with them - but not today.
Today was a big day for Chalwaar - today, he was to learn how to fight for the Republic. Chalwaar's usually matted hair was neatly combed and glossy, attesting a grueling hour he had spent in the fresher with a steel comb. He wore a clean, camouflage poncho, in preperation for more rain. He had tried to make his ratty old bowcaster presentable, but alas, no such luck. the poor thing had gone too much to ever look remotely valuable, but that was okay. Usually, he found himself in the same boat.
With his claws he drummed the concrete wall. An impatient sigh escaped through his nose.