[ Leading an army, huh? Cal straightens a little, his gaze sweeping over Claude as if in reassessment—not wary or judgmental, just curious. Claude looks to be around his own age, if he had to guess, which is usually not the age most people become generals. At least, the generals Cal knew of during the war tended to be Jedi Masters—older, wiser, more experienced.
Then again, Cal himself was, technically, a Commander. And that was ten cycles ago.
But Claude did say he went to an officer's academy—and for nobles, no less. Still... it's a lot of responsibility. It's war. Cal's been there. ]
No. [ This is one of those fraught spots. His expression falls, which he tries to obscure by wrestling the overeager hatchling from his shoulder. ] But not by choice. War came to us too, and... everything changed.
[ Though it still stands, the Jedi Temple he knew is gone. ]
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Then again, Cal himself was, technically, a Commander. And that was ten cycles ago.
But Claude did say he went to an officer's academy—and for nobles, no less. Still... it's a lot of responsibility. It's war. Cal's been there. ]
No. [ This is one of those fraught spots. His expression falls, which he tries to obscure by wrestling the overeager hatchling from his shoulder. ] But not by choice. War came to us too, and... everything changed.
[ Though it still stands, the Jedi Temple he knew is gone. ]