Clone Trooper Gregor Novels & Stories

“Yes, come on Noah. Stick your hand out and you'll see the wind has changed directions. Maybe if we move the target towards the fountain, I’ll get a better shot.” “But I made my shot perfectly.” Noah chuckled at me and I growled and started to reach for him playfully when a voice sounded behind us. “Focus, pup. You are always making excuses.” The gruff voice of Gregor made me freeze. He was our family's longtime combat trainer. He had his hand crossed in front of him, his hair was gray and he had a stern glare that always scared me, but not as much as the long scar that travelled down his right eye, completely blinding it that it was white.