Classes have finally started for me again, and I'm excited. However, this takes away time for me to work on my stories, and so I may only update this story every two weeks. I'll try to keep my updating consistent from now on.

I don't own anything.
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The green sun forces your eyes awake. Why did this window have to face the sunrise? Of all days you could have slept in, you're up early now. You glance at the clock. 08:35. Okay... maybe you did sleep in considering most of the time you had to wake up three hours earlier.

You force yourself to a sitting position. The air smells crisp, like it usually does in the morning. Poking your head out the window, you gaze at the greenish lighting that has spread across the plains. It's rather calming in a way. Who knew a green sun could have such nice lighting?

Suddenly, you hear yelling from down the hall. Sounds like the stormtroopers were at it again. You pull yourself away from the window and run down the hall to the main room. Len is the first one to greet you with a large pan and an egg carton in hand. "Good morning, Officer (Name)," she says brightly. "I hope you slept well."

"Very," you said. You peek past her shoulder to see Matsuda carrying an angry Mello bridal style. Mello is shouting incoherent words while Matsuda is singing and prancing around the room. At the kitchen table, Orson is ignoring them while Near and Ryuzaki are watching the two with deep interest.

You take your seat next to Orson. "What's going on with them today?"

"I honestly don't know. I lost track of their conversation. Hey! DT-MA!" Krennic claps his hands together, making Matsuda drop Mello as she saluted. "That's enough. Come sit down for breakfast." She does so eagerly, pushing Near off his chair to sit next to Ryuzaki so she can describe the rock she found during her night watch. Ryuzaki mutters some things to her while Krennic pinches the bridge of his nose. "I've gotta teach her some manners."

"Does she do this around the higher ups?" You ask. He shakes his head, stating that she mostly stands on guard nearby. "Then don't change her. Len doesn't seem to mind and I don't mind. Let her be herself."

"It's true," Len called from the kitchen. "I don't mind."

Orson nods in agreement, however he still had a slightly concerned look on his face. Perhaps he knew something you didn't, but you didn't want him changing Matusda into someone she wasn't. She wasn't the most adaptable person anyway. You tried to teach her how to use a computer and she couldn't concentrate. Her mind has been elsewhere, possibly on the clay jar she broke and tried to fix with tape.

Might as well leave things where they were and only keep her from becoming even more rowdy.

The smell of food drifting from the kitchen makes your mouth water. You watch Len build up a hearty morning breakfast. She serves it to you before anything has a chance to cool. "There you go, (Ms./Mr.) (Name). I hope you enjoy."

"Thank you, Len." You take a bite of your food. Savory flavor a rush over your tongue, making you smile. For such a deserted place, Len could cook.

Matsuda suddenly bangs her fork against the table. "Happy Anniversary, Director!" She says.

Your heart stopped. Was Krennic married and you didn't know about it?

Apparently not, because Orson is as confused as you are. "For what?"

"Since you met (L/Name)!"

Len raises an eyebrow as she sets everyone else and her own breakfast on the table. "You two are married?"

Wouldn't you like to say yes. Instead you hurriedly deny her. "No, no, we not married. I'm just his apprentice."

She shrugs. "That's too bad. It seems you two have a closer relationship than just master and apprentice."

"It's because they do," Near said, stabbing his egg with his fork. "Far too close."

You glare at Near, who had that dumb smirk on his face. Meanwhile, Orson tries to straighten out everything. "We're not married, but we do tend to have a close relationship. And it's only been eight months since we officially met."

"Isn't that what anniversaries are?" Matsuda glanced back and forth between Orson and Len. Mello rolls his eyes and Near continues eating while Ryuzaki explains what anniversary means. The frown of confusion quickly changes to a delighted smile and you swear you saw a lightbulb flick on above Matsuda's head. "Ohhhhh... so it's not every month. It's every year."

"What a great observation!" Mello chimes sarcastically. "Why don't you share your newfound knowledge with the group?"

"Mello!" Ryuzaki snaps. "That's not very nice!"

"Are you the nice police?" Mello snarled.

Krennic and Ryuzaki both go to say something but Matsuda speaks first. "It okay, he can be mean if he want. I kick his butt if he mean." It was no secret Matsuda, despite her lean figure, was the strongest of the four Death Troopers. Even Near, who could beat anyone in hand-to-hand combat, stood no chance against Matsuda. She would simply pick her opponent up and carry them over her shoulder to wherever she pleased.

The entire time through breakfast, the Death Troopers talked, insulting each other or actually talking about something important. Either way, their conversations usually made you want to laugh, and Len seemed to think the same. She ate faster than the rest of you, and was the first to get up and bring her plate back to the kitchen. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw her shoulders shaking. You didn't blame her. Some of their arguments and insults rivalled junior high children.

Orson was the second one to get up. He stacked the troops and your plate on one hand, then set his other one on your shoulder as he passed. "Keep an eye on the troops for a minute. Make sure they don't resolve to fists or blasters."

"Yes, sir," you said, smiling slightly. He flashed one back before heading over to give Len the dishes and talk to her about something.

You strained to hear their conversation, but the troop's voices blocked the sounds. So you followed their lips. Orson mentioned a ship and Len nodded. She then told him about going somewhere, nodding her head off to the left. Orson seemed confused, and Len continued talking, clarifying whatever he wanted.

Then Len mentioned hunting, which you thought was odd. You couldn't decipher Orson's reply except it looked like he said 'Part come.' Grammatically, that didn't make any sense.

Suddenly, the Death Trooper's shouts caught your ears and you turned your attention away from Orson and Len. Ryuzaki was denying something, looking awfully flustered. Mello looked disgusted, though he remained perfectly still while Matsuda studied his hair. Near had that dumb smirk that said he was up to something.

"You got lotta hair!" Matsuda said to Mello.

"You've already told me that," Mello said.

"But you do. I got none." It was true. She still had a buzz cut look whereas Mello's had grown just enough that he had to tuck it behind his ears.

To the side, Ryuzaki grabbed Near. "Sh-shut up!" He shouted.

"Haha! Wait until Director Krennic hears about this!" Near laughed.

"Hear about what?" The voice came from behind you, causing you to jump. Krennic stood behind you, though his eyes were not focused on his troops. They were down to you. But only for a second. As soon as you locked eyes, he reverted his gaze.

Ryuzaki tackles Near before the brown-haired troop could say anything. "Mello has nice hair!" Matsuda chimes as Mello huffs. "Also, Near wanna know if Ryuzaki likes me!"

"Matsuda!" Ryuzaki shouts.

That was the final straw for Len, who burst out laughing from the kitchen. Orson doesn't seem as fazed by the news. "Well, if you want to work with your comrades, you have to like one another. Otherwise, things don't work out well, as I'm sure you're aware with me and Governor Tarkin."

'Gosh, Orson. Don't be a stickler,' you thought.

Orson claps his hands, making his troops snap to a saluting position, right in a straight line. "Get your things together. Len is bringing us to the city of Jiara. We're going to meet with a friend of hers who can negotiate a ship for us to get back."

"Yes, sir!" The four shout.

"Dismissed." The troops scramble around, grabbing the few belongings they scattered about. Orson turns to you and says "You better do the same, (Name). The longer we take, the more we'll have to clean up after Barcalon."

"Yes sir," you say, saluting. Though it feels rather unimpressive compared to the troop's performance.
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