Over the following years we won countless battles and rescued hundreds of our clone brethren. Tay often asked what it was like to be a clone, I told her it was a lot like being a droid except that we got fancier armor, I grew very fond of Tay. We even once celebrated her eighteenth birthday in a traditional Twi'lek manner, when she asked me to dance I couldn't refuse it would have been rude. Capt J. and Geoff almost seemed like brothers with the way they talked. I even overheard them once talking during the middle of an assault about Tay, it seemed that next year she would become a Jedi Knight I didn't know why, but I was proud of her, she deserved it, she had earned it. The men in my unit had also developed a bond, something that was stronger than the Grand Army of the Republic. We had become brothers. Even with a war raging on it seemed everything was perfect in our own little world, until one day.