Perfect was amongst the ones that honored the fallen. He watched silently as the dead got stamped, and how the soldiers placed his helmet on the stack. He made a cross in the air to honor the fallen and walked to the pile of hemlets. The others were mostly gone, and the scene was quiet, apart from Scar who was looting the dead. He frowned inside the helmet and depised the man. He was a living animal, a puppet of the Sith. Thought he introduced himself as Scar, some of the troopers already began calling him Wacky. He turned away and looked at the fresh blood dripping from the helmet, as it was soaked into the dry sand of the beach. The blood was slowly drying, but until it would finish, the crimson color stood vividly amongst the black and white, or the faded reds, of the other markings. Perfect kneeled down and put his hand on top of the helmet carefully, not to smear the blood. He closed his eyes and leaned his head forwards, muttering to the dead. "Kipps I won't let you die in vain. I will not fail to kill the Jedi, and give your death a meaning, to make you stand as a hero, who ended a heroic death in the glorious vicotry that brought peace to the galaxy."

For a minute Perfect kneeled there and held the helmet. After he finished his prayers he stood up and made his way to camp. He walked down the main road that led through the middle of the encampement. It was busy with stormtropers who were all going somewhere in a rush, carrying crates, or looking over data. Of course there were those who patrolled the area, and those who stood guard in certain places. He walked past them, until he reached a big, flat sandy field that laid behind the camp. He turned right from the main road, and onto the sandy field. there were a few benches and target dummies that indicated the use of this facility. He walked to a bench near the shore and put his shield down. He sat down and pulled out the bottom of the bench. There was a small box in it, along with other sparring equipment, which he grabbed up, and pushed the container back in with his legs. The box conatined 3 small psarring drones that are used to train the the sharshooters, or the young Jedi's. At least that is what his captain told him back in the days. 

He sighed heavely and activated the drones, which immediately flew away, in a second, and continued to orbit him at a close distance. Their steel plates glimmered as the sun shone on them, and they silently slipped through the air, constantly watching him. He stood up and disabled the HUD in his helmet, then he walked down into the middle of the field. Perfect activated his baton and pressed a button on his wrist, which made the drones become aggressice. He closed his eyes, and waited for the drones. They were designed to be silent, but Perfect noticed that they stop, and make a small noise before firing. But now, it was only the silence of the waves hitting thr beach. For the fracture of a second there was a small guzzling noise from his right ear, and he eaned backwards to avoid a shot. At the same time he swinged his arm backwards, rotating his whole body clockwise, and hitting the drone, who dare took a shot on him. With the dying electronic noises the air fell silent once again. This time both of the remaining drones fired at the same time. As they were charging up, Perfect kneeled down to avoid the shots, and uppercut one of the drones. Now that it was dealt with, there was only one drone left. A small gust of wind came, and made a ghastly noise as it rushed into the last drone. It only took a second for the drone to realise it, and correct his trajectory to stay quiet, which was not enouigh time for him to attack. being a good warrior not only means how to strike, but to also know when to strike. Perfect was fully aware of this fact, as he continued to listen for the familiar sound of charging shockers. But it jsut didn't come. It seemed like the droid was waiting for him to make a mistake. He frowned and took a deep breath, and then let it out. He concentrated on the drone's soubd amongst the others, slowly closing them out until he would find the innoticable one that was his target. He concentrated for a minute, until he let out a loud groan and disactivated the drone. He wasn't a fricking Sith to know where the drone was. Both of his parents could use the force to an extent that led them move small objects, and to aid them hunt, but it seems that those genes didn't pass down. he packed up his gear, and put the last drone back int he box, before heading bcak to camp in an irritated mood.