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Song 6. Mean

Captain Rex—

You, with your words like knives and your light sabers and weapons that you used against me! You have knocked me off my feet again and got me feeling like a nothing.

I glared at the descending body of the late Pong Krell into a hole that the boys have dug up. I didn't know what would happen if we reported to General Skywalker that our 'substitute' was a turncoat, but I knew that my brothers didn't have a problem with kicking that sleemo into the hole that we dug out.

"That's a relief." I heard one of the troopers behind me mutter as we kicked the dirt back over him. True, Krell was never likable, even before we discovered that he was a traitor.

He thought that just because we were all clone troopers of the same face, we weren't capable of thoughts or emotions—just to compute, like we were an army of clankers.

You, with your voice like nails on a metal board calling us out when we're wounded! You, picking on the 'weaker' man.

Krell had considered us as weaklings, that we were nothing more than disposable robots. In a way, I suppose we are…after all, that's the main reason we are born. We were created to help save the Republic and frankly, that's what I think our duty should be.

But privately, I didn't think that gave anyone—especially not the Jedi, who were most frequently our generals and superiors—should look down on us about it.

Now, I'm not one to become philosophical about this entire concept, and didn't need to spend too much time thinking over this. I knew that I shouldn't be reacting over something as low as an offensive comment, but it irked me—no, it irked everyone—how one could act so selfish and disrespectful at the same time.

Well, you could take me down in just one single blow. But you don't know, what you don't know!

I allowed a small smirk to myself as the last of the dirt was kicked over his lifeless body. Sure, Krell was strong in physical strength, I could grant him that, but even with all of his knowledge in Jedi training, he didn't know or understand a single thing about us clones.

Someday, we'll be leading a big ol' army and all you're ever gonna be is mean. Someday, we'll all be big enough so you can't hit us and all you're ever gonna be is mean! Why'd ya gotta be so mean?

"Well, Rex, old boy, seems like you've had a rough time." A familiar voice says from behind me and I turned around.

Cody was giving me a smirk as he hung his helmet at his belt. I sighed. "That's frankly an understatement." I replied tiredly.

General Kenobi's team and our team had finally managed to meet and needless to say, it was a large relief on everyone. Cody shrugs and grinned. "Think of it this way, Rex…that criminal brought it down on himself…and he'll know how wrong he is later." He said and I let out a sigh again.

Cody frowned. "Well, that's one hell of an attitude you've got there." He says. "Usually, it'd be the other way around." I finally smirked and said, "If you've been through the same hell as I've been through, you'd be the same."

Cody nods thoughtfully and we began to walk around the perimeter of the base.

You, with your wildfire lies and your constant switching sides and your humiliation! You have pointed out our flaws again as if we don't already see them!

"So…how bad was it?" Cody asks me at last and I snorted, kicking at the ground. "Cody, he made us kill our own brothers. How bad do you think it was?" I asked, closing my eyes.

Cody was silent and then he shook his head.

I walk with my head down and I'm trying to block you out 'cause I don't really want to impress you but I just want to feel okay again.

"He paid me a compliment at one point." I muttered bitterly. "But honestly, I didn't find him very likable even then. If he was turning our brothers against each other, then…I just can't respect him."

"Even if he was our general?" Cody inquires.

I bit the inside of my cheek. "Orders are orders, Cody, but Krell was not ever a real general/" I said at last.

Cody nodded. "A reasonable answer." He said, giving me a light punch in the arm.

I bet you got pushed around. Somebody made you this cold but the cycle ends right now (literally) 'cause you can't lead me down that road and you don't know what you don't know!

"You're never gonna be the same, aren't you?" Cody asked me quietly and I scowled. "What do you think?" I asked, crossing my arms. "No, Cody, I'll never be the same."

"Don't turn sour, though…honestly, you're grumpy as it already is." Cody tells me.

I frowned. "No worries, Cody." I said quietly. "I've learned my lesson from that guy."

Someday, we'll be leading a big ol' army and all you're ever gonna be is mean. Someday, we'll be big enough so you can't hit us and all you're ever gonna be is mean. Why'd you gotta be so mean? And I would see you years from now in a bar talking over a long, hard game with that same, old, loud opinion but nobody's listening! You would be washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things…drunk and groaning on about how we can't win.

But all you are is mean.

I finally let out a small chuckle and Cody looked over at me, surprised.

"You know, you should've heard him…all he did was flap open his big mouth and continue shouting at us about order this, order that, pay attention to this, it was his way…I've seen three year olds with more maturity than him." I said, laughing.

Cody smirked and replies, "To be fair, we don't know many three year olds."

I shrugged.

All you are is mean and a liar and pathetic and now you're alone in life and mean…and mean…and mean…and mean!

"He was a lonely guy, though, even before he was dead. That much was what I could tell." I said quietly. I glanced over at Cody. "But we're not alone." I said.

"No, we're not." Cody replied, slinging an arm over my shoulder. "We're brothers. We watch out for each other."

But someday we'll be leading a big ol' army and all you're ever gonna be is mean…yeah! Someday, we'll be big enough so you can't hit us and all you're ever gonna be is mean!

I chuckled and said, "We shouldn't exactly be boo-hooing over this."

"Eh…when will we ever get this chance again?" Cody asks, laughing.

Why'd you gotta be so—someday, we'll be leading a big ol'—why'd you gotta be so mean—army and all you're ever gonna be is mean! Why'd you gotta be so mean?

"Well, Cody…" I said, punching a fist in the air, doing something that I have not done in a long time. "There's always going to be sleemos out there…but we'll face 'em with the proudest look on our faces."

Cody grins and says, "Amen, Rex. Amen."