"What in the world did you just sign us up for!" Hardcase yelled.
The betting pool had been broken up and the last of the betters had left, leaving the room clear for a 501st meeting. They'd gathered near the front where Fives and Echo stood. The only light in the room came from the men's headlights in the circle.
Redeye blanched. "I'm sorry, it just slipped out."
"It slipped out?" Hardcase pinched his nose. "Redeye, we can't even convince the Captain to stay away from cheese pretzels for a week. What makes you think we can control his love life?"
"We can ask nicely?"
Jesse rolled his eyes. "Sure. Like we can just waltz on up to Rex and ask him that," His voice rose to a mocking tone. "Hey Captain, Do you think you can break regulations and convince Commander to fall in love with you before the months up?"
"Actually, that does have a nice ring to it." Dogma said thoughtfully.
Jesse facepalmed. "No. We are not doing that."
"I don't want to ruin you guys fun or anything," Echo held up the data pad. "But you do realize that the 501st stands to lose a ton of credits if you guys don't succeed? All the clones there bet against you. "
"I am hurt by their lack of confidence in our matchmaking skills." Tup sniffed.
Fives shook his head. "Tup, this is our leaders that you're talking about. Despite our track record of recklessness, they do follow the code and regulations outside of battle."
Tup waved at the group surrounding him. "And we are the 501st. If anyone could bring them together, it's us."
"You do realize that you're the only one who believes that." Oz said softly.
"Think about it," Tup pressed on. "Kix's a medic, so he could heal us if anything goes wrong. "
"Assuming that I would help you, but go on." Kix shoved his bucket back on his head.
"Echo, Jesse, and Fives are ARC troopers, so they'd know where the Captain and Commander are at all times. And we all serve with Skyguy," Tup shook his head. "I may only be a rookie, but it only took one mission for me to get my act together. I believe that we can think up of something together."
"He's right," Fives stepped forward. "We should do this."
"Fives." Echo said.
"It was stupid of Redeye to make the bet without consulting us. But our entire legion would look stupid if we didn't even attempt to win it. We must try." Fives took the data pad from him. "Plus, that is a lot of credits that we don't have." He turned it around to show everyone.
They groaned. "Oof," Oz muttered. "We gotta do it now." Fives gave it back to Echo and resumed his official stance.
"We'll divide into two teams. Surely one of our ideas will work before the month is up." Fives said.
"Tup, Oz, Mixer, Coric, Denal, and Ringo; you guys get the subtle missions. Cover the Captain's room with pictures of Ahsoka, create a loop track of the Captain's voice, anything that involves psychology. "
"Hardcase, Kix, Jesse, Echo, and Dogma; you all are with me. We'll take the more dangerous missions which will involve actually talking to them. They'll go easy on us if we're caught."
Fives turned to the remaining 501st members. "The rest of you, make sure they don't suspect us. If we need help in any form or shape, lend a hand."
He picked up his helmet and looked at his brothers. "Are you with me?"
The men snapped to attention and shouted. "Sir, yes sir!"
I found this doc in my archives and thought, "Why not?" It's a direct sequel to 'the betting pool'. And yes, I am referencing a fic involving that time when Rex met a cheese pretzel.
If you have any ideas on what sort of shenanigans they should get up to next, let me know! I hope you have a lovely day!
