null-ordo.livejournal.comThe door slides open silently, and a young boy in a blue uniform enters. He looks to be about four or five years old with wide, staring eyes and curly dark hair.
Ordo stands there for a few moments, blinking as he takes in the room. These are not the clean, sterile white walls he's used to-- and there are no Kaminoans.
Above all, it most certainly is NOT Kal's 'fresher. He looks back over his shoulder to see if any of his brothers have followed him in, but he is alone.
[ooc: mun will have to slowtime at 3:30 EST but should be back to pick things up after 5. back]