CT-0 stares blankly into the grey wall of the cell like room he was staying in. This new room was not as wide as his last, nor as long, not even as high. Why had he decided to stay here. Switching from his comfy old post was a dumb idea he thought. But staying in that place forever was an even dumber idea. Its time to eat but he decides not to go. training isn't worth it either in his mind. He lazes back. plumping onto his bed. Ill go tomorrow, that will be OK right? 

He motions his hands in the air imagining a battlefield and his large gun in his hands the weight pulling his hands down, the tough grip keeping his hands wrapped around its black handle, looking down its large scope which had served him well in most battles. In some battles he had to be closer than that of which his scope is really meant for even at its lowest zoom scale, and being this was his only weapon besides the inactive saber on his hip and his smaller size, he can't really handle a one on one fight with a well trained individual. His imagination brought him to a room looking out at a battlefield killing enemies. One, two, three, bodies dropping like flies. It was so relaxing he thought.

His dream ends with him being shot directly in the head. Why does it end that way? Was he scared of being shot or was it his minds way of making him come back to reality?