Higha! This is chapter *does head count then gets to lazy and just goes and checks* 4! I wasn't going to put Paint in this one because he sent Heat and Zero to Canada… (It's a long story) but I got to lazy to think of something elts so he wound up in here anyway. So ya enjoy!

Rex made his way quickly to the command barracks. That was the good thing about being a captain. He had his own room to go to and hide from his old squad.

It wasn't anything personal really. They were his hatch mates and he loved them but he was a captain now and they were... well one thing was for sure the kominans reconditioning did absolutely nothing.

Rex arrived at his room only to find someone elts sitting on the spare bunk next to his.

"What are you doing here?" Rex asked instinctively. The trooper sat up an amused look playing across his tattooed face.

"Skywalker said this was the command clone barracks." He smiled and held out his hand to be shaken. "Captain Paint, second in command of the 666th specialist battalion. At your service." Rex shrugged and shook his hand before taking a seat on his own bed. It was to be expected the 666th obviously had a captain.

Rex immediately set to work pulling off his pieces of his armor. He finished quickly years of experience making it easy and he then began pulling on his battle fatigues with equal precision.

"So." Rex said finally as he lay back down on his bed. "Why is it none of your men wear armor?" He had been more than a little curious about this and it seamed like as good a time as any to ask. Paint grinned at him.

"To much restriction of movement. The men can't operate when they can't move. Besides." He held up his arm to display the sleek black shirt all of the 666th seemed to be wearing. "This material is 100% plasma bolt proof. We feel the impact of the shot but it can't go through us. Plus…" he bent down to role up his pant leg revealing tight black leggings made of the same material as the shirt. "As long as the droids don't make the head shot we're golden." Rex raised his eyebrow in disbelief.

"Then why doesn't the entire army use this stuff?" he asked looking skeptical. Paint scowled.

"Because apparently a soldiers life isn't worth 5,000 credits a pop." He shook his head sadly. "The republics cutting corners wherever they can. The only reason we got these is because Aurora's dad it loaded."

"General Lunar is still in touch with her father?" Rex asked. He was genuinely surprised. From what he heard Jedi weren't supposed to have family.

"Ya." Paint said confirming it with a nod. "He's a high class business man on mandalor. Her mom was a bounty hunter." He shook his head. "In case you didn't realize it by now she's not like other Jedi."

"Not if her men are anything to go by!" Rex said with a laugh. Paint couldn't help but smile at that.

"There is one other reason we don't were armor actually." Paint said thoughtful.

"And what's that?" Rex asked looking across the room at his tattooed brother.

"Well if we were wearing armor that would mean I had to dress like you." He grinned devilishly. "And real men don't were skirts."

"Its not a skirt!" Rex said defensively. "It's a kama!"

"Call it what you want brother but its still a skirt." Paint replied waving his had through the air dismissively.

"Kama!"

"Skirt."

"Kama!"

"Skirt."

"Kama!"

"Skirt."

"For the last thing it's a-"

"Skirt." Paint gave him an evil grin. "I think were going to get along just fine."

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Raaaaaaa!" Anakin screamed throwing his pillow against the wall in anger. Deep breathes. He thought trying to calm himself. Anger is not the Jedi way. Anger is not the Jedi way. Anger is not-

Boom!

Screw the Jedi way! Skywalker picked up his pillow and blanket, and hurried out of his room and down the hall. He would just sleep in the gym tonight. Tomorrow he would find out what the clones were doing to make that much racket!

The next morning the general woke up slowly. Something was making a weird noise. It sounded like some kind of strange animal, maybe a really old dieing bantha…

"Ohmmmm… Ohmmmm… Ohmmmm…" Skywalker opened his eyes to see a semi-circle of about 7 of the 666th sitting cross legged in front of him. Anakin rubbed his eyes to make sure he was actually seeing what he though he was seeing.

The clone who seemed to be heading the meditation class was completely bald and wearing a orange and red religious garb which hung loosely around his shoulders revealing the now all two familiar black 666th standard shirt beneath it. The monk like clone opened his eyes and smiled.

"Good morning master Jedi." His voice sounded like that of a stereotypical Buddhist monk. "Would you like to join in our sunrise meditation class?"

"Your what?" Anakin asked in disbelief as he pushed off his blanket. "Who are you supposed to be anyway?" The monk's warm smile didn't even waver.

"My name is Zen. I am the 666th spiritual advisor." One of the men sitting to the left of Zen snorted. He was wearing muddy forest camouflage pants and a pea green T-shirt over his black long sleeve shirt. A set of old style dog tags hung around his neck and his face was covered in battle-hardened scars. Most of which extended up into his black crew cut.

"More like spiritual captor." He muttered.

"Lieutenant Barricade perhaps if you learned to control your anger through meditation. Your sessions would not be mandatory." This sent a snicker through the 5 other men, which was quickly silenced. "Now." Zen said calmly closing his eyes. "Let us return to our meditation. Ohmmmmmm…" Skywalker got up and left before anything elts happened.

This is just too weird.

Ok so now you know Zen and Barricade. If you need a mental image of what Zen is wearing just google image Buddhist monks and that's how he's dressed. Barricade just looks like a marine. Ok so ya please review!

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