Razre was mulling about in the crowd, wearing a new cloak. this one was a black color, his grey robes strangely matching the new black cloak as well as his old white cloak. he tilted his head to the left as a wookie slave was ushered past in the swill and noticed the rouge trooper, and somehow recognised three extremely faint force ghosts. he knew that clone commando training was rigorous, but to go as far as to become slightly aligned with the force enough to haunt Kal was a bit strange. he would need to check into Kamino combat training techniques. he decided not to mention them, but he could swear he had seen the faintest one to the left in green armor somewhere before... Razre blinked and cursed, bumping into the stressed wookie slave. it must've been a bit much for the estranged sentient, because the furry creature's paw lashed out and siezed a clone that had come up behind Razre to question him. Razre had ducked at the last second and the white armored trooper dropped his weapon as the wookies grip closed his trachea. Razre darted away as the trooper's sputtering echoed into the square, and the crowd began to panic.

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This world of ours is his to save or throw away.
And we don't know why, But his power is his pain..."

"One day, the world will cry out, "Save us!", and I'll whisper, "...No."

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