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That evening Roan and Danilo share a gymnastics session. It is their last peaceful evening for the foreseeable future. Tomorrow Roan is expected at Black Spire Outpost and Danilo holds true to his plan to accompany him.
Danilo has switched out his lower left arm now, too, and is eager to see what his new artificial limbs are capable of. However, the joy in the shiny new toys wanes quickly when the man realizes something…
Danilo: “I’ve only ever been able to do this because of the Force, right, Roan? Not because First Order tech was any good.”
Roan: “Ey, it’s decent, I guess. I mean, they can destroy whole solar systems and stuff, that should account for something. But, yes, those pathetic little tubes of plastic could not steady you without force assistance.”
Danilo: “Thought so. So if I were whole, and wouldn’t need to channel most of my power into basic locomotive functions, I could accomplish so much more…”
Roan: “Feeling angry? Left out? Betrayed? That’s good! Keep those emotions close to your heart! Feed of them and with fuel like that you’ll attain heights of power that sneer at your physical limitations!”
Danilo: “Okay, that’s enough for me for today. I’ll go back in and dispatch a handful of troopers to round up the thieves who stole our aqua jets. If they set off right now, they should arrive at Jericho by morning.”
Roan: “But wouldn’t the scoundrels be well rested and combat-ready by then? Better wait half a day longer and take them in the night!”
Danilo: “No offense meant, Sir Roan, but you do not get out much, don’t you? Zero six hundred is when everyone in Jericho goes to bed. Even I know that.”
Even the commander of a First Order military base has to relinquish his bed to honored guests - especially the commander of a First Order military base.
Danilo doesn’t mind the arrangement. His little flat offers more space than all of his soldiers have together and it is certainly more than he has ever known as a trooper.
Danilo doesn’t remember the chamber above a cantina that he had shared with his mother, or what the family’s living conditions had been like when his father had still been alive…
Danilo had been an only child and because that was a sad fate for a kid, he had invented an imaginary friend to play with. The make believe little boy had looked exactly like him, because Danilo had once seen his reflection in a puddle. At least that was how the drill sergeant had explained things to Danilo, to which the toddler had replied that he pitied the adult for being so poor that he didn’t even know what a mirror was. But whether a puddle or a mirror had been the cause, having an imaginary friend was childish and didn’t befit an elite soldier of the First Order.
That was Danilo’s first memory of having cried. He was dimly aware that he must have cried for other reasons, back before joining the squad. But this one occasion stuck in his memory up to this very day: Other child cadets had cried from fear of punishment or homesickness - Danilo had cried because he was afraid he’d get sent away. He had WANTED to be an elite soldier and in service of none other than Supreme Leader Snoke!
Fortunately his instructors had helped the youngest stormtrooper get over his silly notions. In time Danilo not only stopped talking to his imaginary friend, today he only vaguely recalled having had one in the first place…
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