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Walking through the garrison, Tora tried to enjoy the feeling of being free of her helmet. She was glad that the command wasn't so obsessed with the helmet as the academy had been. She could of course wear it when she chose to, but honestly she struggled to see out of it, she didn't care what anyone said about its optics, they agitated her eye where she'd been shot. Besides, it wasn't as if anyone cared within the walls of the garrison. There were plenty of others who didn't wear their helmets. The clone veterans especially didn't seem to wear their helmets nearly as much as the newer recruits like herself were told to. Turning a corner, Tora let out a little yelp as she nearly tripped over something that let out an electronic shriek of its own. Looking down at the polished floor, she found one of the base's many mouse droids knocked over on its side. “Oh, uh, hey there little guy.” Tora said as she knelt down and righted the droid. “I'm sorry.” The droid let out a little