End of Peace/Act 1

A loud buzzing rang throughout the officer's quarters as Trigg awoke with a jolt. In a sluggish motion combined with fatigue and sleepless hours, he pressed a button on the datapad sitting upon his nightstand, shutting the incessant ringing off. Haar'chak, he thought to himself quite irritably. He sat up, pushing his rather cheap covers to his right. He flexed his arms behind his head, loosening the muscles before moving to the edge of his bed.

With a grunt he took the datapad from his nightstand, dressed only in the lower portion of his black body glove. It had been almost three hours since the Reclaimer had departed from Coruscant's cruiser staging area. At this rate, Trigg guessed they would arrive at their designated coordinates in deep space within a half hour or so. And that means getting the kits ready, the grim commander thought. He sat his datapad down, having checked the manifest details two more times to ensure the supply counts were correct before locking the data.

Turning to his left, he walked past his room's view-port window and to the 'fresher adjacent his bed. He came up to the sink, turning the faucet on as warm water poured from the metal spigot, he cupped it in his hands and splashed it onto his face. The slight burn against his jaw and cheek bones brought relief to Trigg as he grabbed a hand towel and quickly dried his face. He took a look into the mirror, examining himself in the process.

His skin was as tan as ever, but he was still getting used to the minor changes he took upon himself over the course of the last few weeks. Trigg's hair was no longer black, but a dark brown undercut which had been groomed neatly close to his head. His chin and jawline were sporting thicker hair, as his beard and mustache were becoming more prominent. His muscles were tight and packed, both a combination of his strict training regimen and clone genetics. The commander placed his hand over a small scar on his right shoulder, where a Geonosian warrior had graced him with a war staff. Pesky bug, he chose the wrong target, Trigg thought to himself, knowing the wounds the bug had suffered were much worse.

Moving from the 'fresher back into his room, the commander touched a display on the side of his dresser, sending the first drawer open. In it was a neatly folded upper body glove, printed with the insignia of the Galactic Republic. With a slight stretch and a little discomfort, Trigg placed the body glove over his chest and down to his waist, where he connected the two pieces and made sure they were secure. Next, he moved towards a large cabinet on the wall close to the door, and pressed a button to slide the cabinet door open. He was met with an array of armor; a T-visor helmet with red markings and a range finder antenna attached, a set of chest armor accompanied with a pair of armored legging and boots beside a kama and pauldron, and a set of gauntlets and arm guards filling in what little space was left in the cabinet. We really need to upgrade these body-buckets, he thought to himself as he slowly began to grab each piece of his kit, and place them upon his body.