#clone trooper kall

[coruscantguard]

Well-Intentioned Sentences

Summary:

Clone Trooper Challi is killed in action in early 20BBY.

His novel is published eight months later.

(Ao3 Link)

Excerpt from the novel Avenge the Nation Above, written by Juasiz Maffess in the year 20BBY

"I am unarmed," Hainnip pleads, "I am beaten. I do not ask for mercy, but I beg of you, return my body to my family, and let them be." Hainnip pauses, breathes heavy. His eyes don't leave your feet. "Enough blood has been spilled, don't you agree?"

And-- you find yourself wavering at a precipice, your duty to the dead warring with the honor the living demand. Because the truth is that yes, you are tired, yes, you want this done. You're holding your vibrosword up, ready to kill, but you can feel the way you're trembling with exhaustion, with the relief of it being over, finally being over. You stare down at Hainnip-- your friend, your enemy, the man who's haunted both your best and worst dreams for years-- and you can feel your sword arm lowering--

And then you see the decorative jade pendant that used to dangle off of Kelou's hallikset gleaming on Hainnip's belt.

For a moment, the world turns red.

You remember how Kelou's cursing had taken on a whole new level of viciousness when Hainnip ripped his talisman off of his hallikset. Kelou was furious that Hainnip would dare take it as a trophy, vowed retribution, and Hainnip had responded to that by killing him.

Right here, right now, you realize that you are furious that it was taken as a trophy, that this demagolka stole both your chosen brother's talisman and life, and dares still to wear the former.

There is a swirling whirlpool of rage that's pulling you down, and as it beats in your chest, your heart burns. Your heart burns just as Kelou's body did on the pyre, burns just like your hands did when you ignored the way the flames licked at your hands and took his hallikset out so you could then put your own queterra in it's place. You'd watched the spiritual instrument you'd had since you were an infant go up in flames with dry eyes, because you knew you wouldn't need it anymore, would never play again now that the one who knew the sound of your heart is dead. You'd stood there, and watched Kelou burn, his hallikset clutched in your burnt hands, a song you'd never get to hear again.

You stand here now, sword at the ready, and your heart burns. You stand here now, and your eyes are dry, and you want this to be over, but Force hells, it seems like this will never be over. Because while the war might be won, there is no end to the fight, because your brother was betrayed, and your heart is still pumping with your rage.

You think this, you feel this, and moments later you are watching as Hainnip's body goes slack on the other end of your blade and his spirit joins the Force.

20 BBY, The Fortitude

Kall stares down at the holopad in his hands, tries to scroll to the next page. Fails, but-- no, that can't be the conclusion. It can't be. Challi wouldn't have ended it there. He's always been an di'kut who loves happy endings. Kall tries to find the next page again. And then he fails again.

“Well, kark,” he says, the words a little too rough, a little too real. He breathes in, breathes out. Swallows. He feels a little bit like he just got the wind knocked out of him, and it takes effort to tear his eyes away from the words, and look at Tice instead. “Kark. Karking hell. Is that seriously how it ends?”

Tice huffs, because Tice is a brat of a shiny who's just asking to scrub the mess hall with his toothbrush. “He didn’t exactly get to finish it, you know,” he replies, the words pointed. His tone of voice implies what he's not saying pretty clearly, and Kall bites back his anger at the easygoing tone, braces himself against the pang of grief that follows on it's heels. "This is where he ended it, and unless you want me to change it--"

"Absolutely not," Kall interrupts. His fingers tighten around the holopad against his will, which is ridiculous. He knows Tice isn't going to try and take it from him, knows he won't make changes unless Kall gives him express permission. There's no reason he should hold onto the 'pad like it's a lifeline. He needs to kriffing stop. Hell, even if Tice was a danger, he knows he could take him with one hand tied behind his back. "Kark."

Tice just watches him silently, the little weirdo. What is even up with these newer generations? There's no way Kall was this flippant as a shiny, no way he was as stupidly daring. If Tice had any sense, he would've delivered the holopad to Kall, and then taken the kark off.

It's not exactly a secret that Kall and Challi were chosen brothers. Anyone with sense would respect that, wouldn't try and stick their nose where it doesn't karking belong.

Karking shinies.

"You said there was a way to get this published under a pseudonym?" Kall asks

Tice nods enthusiastically. "Yeah! I've got an in with the Corries, and they--"

Kall holds up a hand, cutting him off. Karking idiot. "Do you want your contact to get reconditioned? Because that can happen. You keep running your mouth like that, and that will happen. I asked a yes or no question. Don't give me information I don't want."

Tice blinks at him, eyes wide, like being discrete is a new concept to him. Karking hell, Kall thinks, and presses the palm of his hand to his forehead, attempts to ward off the incoming headache. "Got it. Yes. I'm shutting up now."

Kall rolls his eyes, and drags his hand down his face.

"Yes, I'd like to do that," Kall forces out once he can trust himself to open his mouth and not say something stupid. Or rude. Or cruel.

The words that he says are technically lies. He knows that. The truth is-- Kall doesn't want to publish Challi's work. He certainly doesn't want to publish it under a karking pseudonym. He wants to kriffing keep it to himself! Challi's writing is the only thing he has that truly belonged to his chosen brother, the only thing the GAR can't karking requisition back. Kall doesn't want to karking share that with anyone, wants to keep the last remnants of his vod in a kriffing lockbox that electrocutes anyone who even looks at it, but--

But he can't. He can't, because Challi wouldn't want that, and for all that Kall hates even thinking about giving Challi's writing away, he hates thinking about not doing so more. Challi wanted his work shared, dreamed of having people besides his fellow clones read it. Getting it published under a pseudonym could accomplish both of those goals at once.

Kall sighs, and stares back down at the holopad in his hands. Reads over the last line one more time, commits it to his memory, because it might not be like Challi to end his story on such a bleak note, but he died, so he did, so Kall just has to accept that. Live with it. Move on.

You think this, you feel this, and moments later you are watching as Hainnip's body goes slack on the other end of your blade and his spirit joins the Force.

"Alright," Kall says, "Right. Let's get to it, then. How do we get in touch with your contact?"

[ciramaris]

Hut'uun

Mereel Skirata x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader- You are one of the Coruscant Guards Medics and treat all kind of People. For example the Skiratas, more specific Mereel. He is a flirt and has laid eyes on you. You did so too.😉

Wordcount: ca. 3'600

⚠️Warnings⚠️ Injuries🩹, Canon Typical Violence⚔ Reader gets hurt 🤕, Mention of Sex- if you read carefully max 2 Sentences🔞

Pls tell me, if I forgot to tag something

This is for you @carodealmeida for the Request💟

Working in the Coruscant Guard Medbay was interesting in many ways. You got to learn new techniques way before the regular Hospitals on Coruscant did. And your equipment was always the best. One of the Reasons was that Senators like Padme Amidala and Riyo Chuchi as well as blue blooded ones like the Duchess of Mandalore were prone to Injuries. They preferred to be treated by Humans rather than Droids.

Padme was a known Patient of yours, she called you by your name, as if you would a friend and the banter between the two of you, Anakin would never admit it, but he was jealous sometimes.

Senators and the Coruscant Guard were not the only ones you treated regularly, if Troopers got hurt while on Leave they were brought to you. The RC’s and ARC’s that were stationed on Coruscant had their Check ups with you and your fellow Medics. Klan Skirata, as Lina, your Nurse referred to them were outright hostile to everyone but Lina and you.

Lina often called you, when you had a longer break because Kal’s Boys got hurt again. You had only treated Kall once and you were glad he was unarmed, because you were just as nice to him as he was to you. Which was really rude and distant but since then, he called you Ad’ika and has a high regard for you. Which also brings us back to the Situation at hand.

Since Kal trusted you now, his Boys were sent to you, if they got hurt on one of their super secret Missions. But none of them were such a flirt as Mereel.

,,Heeey, Baar’ur’ika.” He laughed as he entered and winced when he laughed. ,,You, my little Princess are stunning.” He breathed out and leaned against your current Patients Bed.

When Hound heared him, he groaned and rolled his eyes. ,,Easy there Lover boy, she’s working on me now. Could you wait until I can not hear you anymore?”

You laughed at their behavior. ,,Now, now. Hound be nice. And you Mereel, sit on that Bed over there, I’ll be with you shortly.”

Mereel grinned. ,,What ever you say Mesh’la.” He winked and walked over to the Bed.

You shook your head while you grin.

Hound laughed. ,,Don’t you get tired from pretty boy’s flirtations?”

Shrugging you sowed him up. ,,No, it’s different, funny even. And I know it’s just the nerves. If he’d saw me outside of this Medbay he would react different. I’m sure of it.”

Hound looked at you disbelieving. ,,Right and Grizzer is a Loath cat.”

You slapped his Shoulder. ,,Hey you. Be nice. I’m right a lot of times. And I’m sure. Mereel is a Ladies Boy. He can have all of them. The pretty ones, the ones with a small Waist, the ones who got clearly helped to their beauty and the rich girls, so why should he settle for me?”

Hound shook his head. ,,I know this look.  He’s looking at you like Skywalker looks at Amidala.”

You ruffled his slightly longer hair. ,,Oh, you mean when he’s messing with her? Yeah I know that look. Thire wears it often.” You got up, replaced your Dirty Gloves, Materials and looked after Mereel. His distinctive blue Mandalorian Armor shined bright in the Medbay lights. ,,Mereel? Are you visiting or do you have an Injury?”

He grin at you, he sat on the Bed but since he was tall he could just look straight at you. ,,Aww Cyare, do I really need an Injury to visit you?” he asked and pulled you closer by your Stethoscope, which you wore around your neck.

You smirked, clearly unimpressed. ,,No, but that’s the only time I see you. So, where is it? Left or right?”

He looked confused. ,,Where is what, left or right?”

You sighed. ,,You probably have broken or at least bruised Rips. Left side of the Thorax or right side? And what else?”

He grinned. ,,You are so intelligent, Cyar’ika and so beautiful. How can you do that.” He asked and bit his lower lip as he looked you up and down.

,,I don’t know dear. It just happened, guess I’m lucky.” You shrugged and caressed his cheek. ,,Since were talking about luck. If you delay me any longer you need to be lucky with Kal. He won’t stand for you delaying me.”

Mereel swallowed. ,,Alright ner mesh’la Baar’ur’ika. I’ll be good.” He took off his armor and stocked it next to the Bed. ,,A Bountyhunter got me.” Was his only explanation to his bruised left side.

You sighed and glared at him. ,,How can you joke around like this, if you’re obviously in so much pain?” you shook your head and took out your scanners. It showed you that 3 of those Rips were fractured and the Spleen was bruised too. ,,Mereel you are on strict Bedrest. If you do not comply, your Spleen might rupture and you need to be operated on. Do you understand? No unnecessary moving around and you will stay here for the time being. We wouldn’t want my favorite Patient get seriously hurt for no reason, would we?”

Mereel looked unsure. ,,No definitely not, since I have a reputation to uphold as your favorite Patient.” He winked.

,,Good, I’ll send Lina over to you and she’ll give you a Bactainfusion. For now, you do not need to go in a Tank but you might be placed in one. Depending on how you’re healing.” You wanted to walk away but Mereel was holding your Scrubs Shirt on the end.

,,Do I at least get a Kiss for being good?” he whispered to you.

You grinned and turned back to him. ,, I’ll send Kal for the Kiss.” You said and walked away.

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After your Shift you had a Week of Vacation but your treacherous mind kept on replaying what Mereel said and what Hound explained. After your Vacation you got sent off with a relief mission to Ryloth and arrived back at the GAR Coruscant Guard Base 3 Weeks after.

Mereel was discharged while you were on the Relief Mission but you read his chart. He was healing nicely. You absently stroke his chart with your thumb while you starred out at Coruscant's busy night sky.

,,I knew you liked him.”

You spun around to find Hound leaning against your Office door. Grizzer laying next to him on the floor.

,,Who?”

He grin. ,,The Null-ARC, Mereel. You had a faraway look while you stroke his chart lovingly.”

You furrowed your brows. ,, Stroke lovingly?” you sighed. ,,Hound, I just care for my Patients, that is all.”

,,Mhm.” He moved towards you and pointed at the Chart and to your desk. ,,And why is my Chart no where here? Or did you already read it?”

You sighed. ,,Stop investigating, I know what this is about and no. I have not. It is still with Lina.”

Hound grin triumphant. ,,And why?”

You sighed hating where this was going. ,,Because my treacherous mind wandered off to a place where I would actually believe what he said.”

Hound applauded you. ,,So, you finally see it.”

You sighed, feeling that you did this way too often lately for such a Joyful Person. ,,No Hound. My Mind wandered off, I admit that, but I am also being honest with you, when I tell you, that I saw them with enough pretty and beautiful and rich girls surrounding them and him, last time I went to 79ˋs with Thire.”

Hounds face fell. ,,So, that is why you don’t believe him.”

Again you sighed and grew frustrated with your sighing. ,,Yes, that is why. Could you now please drop this?”

He nodded. ,,But whatever happens Vod’ika, you know Grizzer and I will always love you, right?”

You chuckled and hugged him tight. ,,I know you do, otherwise you would stop calling me Vod’ika.”

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As you walked away from his Bed he felt lost. And you said you would send his father for the kiss? Please no. He loved Kal truly, but kisses from his father was not what he wanted.

Your Nurse, Lina she later helped Sergeant Spawn to place him in a Tank, so he would heal faster. But the dull throbbing in his Chest whenever he thought of you and then again the Joyful leaps his heart would take when he saw you. It was not easy to live with that, if he would give fully into those feelings, he would kiss you on sight. But he didn’t want to ruin what you had together, but he didn’t want to stay like this either. So whenever he had an evening off or a morning he went to 79ˋs.

Once, he thought he had seen you but thought again. You were on Vacation, you would not stay here on Coruscant, would you? So he turned back to the pretty Togruta in his Lap, who seemed to like him rather much, with how she purred. He tried to distract himself from you but when he kissed another Girl, he thought of you. Whenever he touched a females Body he thought of how you would feel under his touch  or react to his touch. He closed his eyes as he felt a certain type of bliss and wished he would be doing this with you, instead of this other woman.

Mereel tried not to get hurt, even his brothers commented on it. He hadn’t seen you in 4 Months, but he got hurt badly again. He was not conscious when he arrived at your Medbay. The next thing he saw, was one of his Girls, the Pantoran lean over him and kiss his Forehead. ,,There you are, handsome.” She chuckled. ,,Thought you would let me wait longer, like you usually do.” She winked.

He grinned at the memory. ,,Jakala, where am I?”

She looked around. ,,The Army Medical Bay. Looks like you will stay here longer than I thought.” She pointed to his Chart in his Hands. ,,Fractured Clavicle and Fibia and Tibia. Laser shot wound Medial, Anterior and Proximal Medial. Whatever that means. Plus here it says something about second grade burns on your left leg, Distal posterior and a Concussion.”

,,Dear, please leave the  Chart. The Doctor will come as soon as she got time to explain everything to you two.” Lina said politely. She took the Chart back but Mereel caught her Hand.

,,Give me Spawn, Lina. I want to be treated by one of mine.”

Lina seemed taken aback. ,,Are- are you sure? I’m sure-“

,,I am sure, Lina. Please.”

She nodded sharp. ,,As you wish.” She walked towards Spawn who seemed equally confused.

,,Vod, what seems to be the Problem? Don’t like the good Doctor anymore?” he half joked.

,,That’s not it. I just feel more comfortable with you looking me through than the good Doctor, Vod.” Mereel tried to avoid why he didn’t wanted to be treated by you.

Spawn sensed something like that. ,,Okay Vod, but you remember that I don’t allow visitors here. It is the GAR Base after all, means your Girlfriend will have to leave.”

He looked apologetic to Jakala.

,,It’s okay, Honey. I understand. I’ll see you out there again.” She said and captured his Lips with hers, right as you entered the Medbay.

Lina had the decency to call you so you would turn to the wall, like you always did. ,, Hound is waiting for you, in the Messhall.” she lied so you would not see Mereel kiss his Girlfriend without a corner to gather yourself after.

Mereel saw you go, as he looked after Jakala. He was so stupid, why would he allow Jakala to kiss him, if you were right there? Only Lina’s quick thinking saved him. He looked at her and nodded her thanks.

She sighed and shook her head.

Spawn cleared his throat. ,,Care to explain why you lied to your Friend? We both know Hound is in the Messhall at this time but he did not ask for her. So?”

Lina shrugged. ,,He didn’t ask you.”

Spawn gave her a stern look. ,, Nor you, Lina? Has this something to do with Mereel and his Girlfriend?”

Lina looked to the floor. ,,You will have to ask Mereel about that.” With that she left.

Spawn crossed his arms. ,,I guess this also explains why you wanted me as your Doc and not her? What are you afraid of, Mereel?”

Mereel shook his head. ,,No I’m not scared. I just.” He sighed and winced. ,,I didn’t want to hurt her. I think she likes me and letting her see Jakala would be mean.”

Spawn looked not convinced. ,,If you say so. Bactatank for you.” He said and rolled up the I.V stopper so it could flow into his bloodstream.

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You received a call from Lina, that Hound would be waiting for you in the Messhall, so you run off.

You arrived at Hounds table and excused yourself for being late.

,,Late? Vod’ika we did not have a date today. Why, who said that?”

Perplexed you glanced at your Commlink. ,,Lina.” You said slowly.

Hounds confused features softened. He had seen Mereel enter with his Girlfriend. ,,Maybe, she thought you could use a break with me?” he winked.

You laughed. ,,Oh you.” You rolled your eyes. ,,I can’t. I don’t have Lunch break just yet. But I’ll join you an other day.” You got up again, kissed his cheek and went back to the Medbay.

Lina looked obviously nervous. So you approached her. ,,Lina, do you think I look hungry?” you said with mirth.

She relaxed as she realized you were not mad. ,,Just a bit, why?”

You held your Commlink high. ,,You called me, remember?”

She nodded and with no reason hugged you.  You accepted the hug but were curious as to why she behaved like that. The Day Mereel got out of the Bactatank you understood. He had a Girlfriend. You tried to look calm, joyful, even but your eyes gave you away.

Hurt was all you felt. Pain in your heart and your soul. Overpowering hurt, making it difficult to breathe because everything hurt. As you saw her so happy to see him, your little world shattered. He really did not mean any of what he said. Hound was wrong. Mereel did not love you, like he claimed he did. You turned and steady walked into your office. There you called one of your Friends.

,,Padme?”

,,So good to see you, love.” The Senator smiled at you but then her smile fell. ,,Somethings wrong. What is it?”

You shook your hear tears slowly filling your vision. ,, Nothing, really. I just heared you needed an emergency meeting with me. Here in my Office, where you can take your Datapad with you?” you pleaded her.

She nodded. ,,Yes you are right, I am not feeling well. I’ll need that meeting now. I’ll be down in a few minutes.” Padme said and 2 Minutes later she knocked at your door.

You explained everything to her and she sat there on the Couch with you, holding you while you cried.

Time heals all wounds, is a saying that not always is true to every situation.

After that Day you took a leave of absence, Padme let you stay in one of her Houses on Naboo. But when you closed your eyes, you could still see him and her.

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Mereel saw how much this hurt you. But what could he do? The damage was done and with how Jakala behaved, it gave off the impression that he loved her too. But he only loved you, how could he be so stupid? Jakala could never replace you and here he tried and only hurt the Woman he truly loved.

Later that Day his Father came to visit him. He did not say anything beyond. ,,You are my Son and I will always love you and be proud of you, but here you are a coward, Son.”

Hound had to be forcefully stopped by Spawn and Thire, so he would not hurt Mereel.

He did not see you again, not until one night in 79’s where the owner gave the dress code for Girls as ,,Maskerade.” They gave free Eye Masks to the women who did not know, so everyone would be concealed. He would recognize you everywhere. He glanced next to you Padme Amidala was in a tight fitting purple dress and she had a Purple Mask on. Her Lips red. And you? You looked absolutely ravishing. Your blue dress, with cutouts highlighted all that he loved so much about you. Your Waist and Breasts, it ended a hand over the knee. And even the shoes you wore, highlighted your legs. The most beautiful was your Smile, it was carefree and Joyful as he remembered you to be. He did not catch your eyes but the glittery Mask suited you perfect.

Hound circled around you, like a guard dog, expecting trouble.

Mereel sighed, he still loved you but could he just go to you and tell you so? Or should he pretend not to know you and feign first interests in you? He didn’t know what he should do, but his Father was right, he was a coward. And he hated cowards.

Mereel took a deep breath and walked towards you. You seemed too concentrated into the Conversation to see him.

Mereel took your Hand and slowly pulled you to him. First you laughed until you saw who it was, that pulled. You looked at him, as if he had slapped you. ,,Cyare, please let me explain.”

But you shook your head. Padme next to you looked ready to explode.

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As a Celebration to your leave finished Padme took you to 79’s, only because of the dress code it had today evening.

You were so happy to go out with your friend and into the Clone bar, where Commanders like Cody and Wolffe would be armored up and armed, nonetheless. It was save for Padme. You danced with her and she talked about how Bail helped her in certain occasions. And then someone pulled your Hand. You laughed until you saw Mereel. All the Pain you went through returned with one big BANG! In your heart.

You felt Padme ready to fight to your right.  ,,Cyare, please let me explain”. He asked. But the Tears already started to roll down your Cheek, without you noticing.

He carefully reached up with his freehand and gently wiped the tears away. ,, I am so sorry, Cyar’ika. Please let me explain.”

His touch was something you wished for many times, whether it was as gentle as this or rough grabbing your Hand because he helped you up somewhere. But now you couldn’t stop yourself, you flinched.

You saw his heart break there and then as you flinched. But his touch hurt in your heart. You took your Hand out of his. And wiped your tears away. You took a steady breath. ,,Why should I let you explain what looks clear to me?”

He sighed. ,,I know I am a Coward and I am sorry that I am. But Cyar’ika please listen to me.” He looked so unsure and sad. His Voice carried over the loud upbeat Music but you heared perfectly what he said.

,,Make it quick then, your Girlfriend just arrived. I bet she would not like you calling me what you did, when you should be calling her that.”

He nodded. ,,I broke up with her, I never was with her, she was just there and gave the Title to herself. I always wanted you, Cyare. I just went with her so I wouldn’t hurt you.”

You laughed humorless. ,,So you wouldn’t hurt me? How did that go?!” You asked seething.

He looked to the floor. ,,I am sorry Cyar’ika. When I was with her, when I kissed her, I thought of you. She was just a substitute for you. I love you, Cyare.”

Your heart hurt so much with what he said, but you hoped that he meant it. It was not up to you any longer whether you listened to him or not, your legs sagged away and you landed in his arms, the last thing you remember was Pain. Unforgiving, harsh and dark pain.

You woke up in one of your Med beds, I.V. placed as well as an EKG on you chest. Padme was on your left side and Mereel on your right side.

Spawn rounded the corner. ,,There you are, you scared us for a minute, little one.”

You smiler weekly. ,,Why, though?”

He set his Lips in a thin line. ,,Broken heart Syndrome, ever heared of that one?”

You nodded.

,,You got something similar. Instead of staying away, Mereel should stay close to you for now. I could say, dear. Your heart has chosen him and you really need to listen to it. Some of your heart strings ripped due to emotional trauma.”

You looked over at Mereel, he looked unsure of this. He got up and leaned over you. He took  a deep breath and without a warning, kissed you. Your EKG beeped furiously warnings out. Spawn was seconds away from pulling Mereel away and then it normalized.

As he pulled back you slapped him across his Face. Then you reached out and pulled him down for another kiss. After the first shook he kissed you back.

He let go of you again. ,,Cyar’ika?” he asked unsure, he looked to Padma who was squirming with glee, then back down at you.

Your heart did not hurt that much anymore. It’s as if Mereel’s kiss healed something inside of you. ,,Hmm?”

,,I love you and I’m sorry for hurting you. Can you forgive me?”

You nodded. ,,I think I can, pretty boy.”

He kissed you again and Padme hugged Spawn enthusiastically.

Translation from Mando’a :

Baar’ur’ika from Baar’ur ->Doctor/Medic

‘ika  -> little, added to a name as a very familiar or childhood form: Vodˋika, little Vod

Vod-> sibling /brother/ sister

Cyare-> beloved

Mesh’la-> Beautiful

My Stories:

[the-clones-and-me]

Need to express what ur going through without the judgement of others you live with? Use international/intergalactic terminologies!😇 and most of the clone troopers are british witch them zeb and kall have in comon.