They didn't have to take out the supply ship this time. Something changed. Call it a butterfly effect if you will. The 212th took out the supply ship with ease, but Fives was still on edge. Krell put the 501st against the 212th last time, and he was sure he was going to do it this time. Fives was beneath an Umbaran Star-fighter when his thoughts were derailed by someone calling his name.

"Yeah," Fives asked sliding out from underneath the ship to see Dogma standing there.

"General Krell wants to see you in the command center, sir," Dogma reported easily looking down at the ARC.

Fives' blood turned to ice at the words. Just me? Why? What is he planning? Should I contact Rex? The ARC nodded and stood up from his position on the ground.

"Just me," the older clone asked cocking an eyebrow lightly.

"Yes sir," Dogma nodded dutifully.

Warning! Warning! Danger! Danger! The words flashed across Fives' mind briefly before he steeled himself. The ARC gave a small 'thank you' to Dogma before heading towards the command center. Each step Fives took seemed to put a larger weight on his shoulders, and by the time he got to the command center his heart was pounding in his throat and his stomach was coiled up with anxiety.

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Warning the next scene contains mental (mind rape) and physical abuse by the use of the force. You have been warned. This is not sexual.

"ARC-5555 your recklessness on the field has been something I've been able to tolerate for the time being. I will continue to tolerate if you can complete this mission without getting shot. Again," Krell coldly spoke as he circled Fives who was highly tense.

"It's Fives," the ARC trooper said through gritted teeth immediately knowing something was wrong when he felt a tightness around his mind.

"I'm sorry? Do you have a malfunction in your design ARC-5555? Your file clearly states that your designation is ARC-5555," Krell sneered as he stood in front of the clone who was becoming more uncomfortable by the second.

"My name is Fives," the brunette repeated his voice strained lightly due to the pushes and pulls at his mind.

Fives was doing his best to remain calm on the outside while on the inside he was being pulled apart at the seams. It was like Krell was taking every muscle and bone in his body and pulling them all in different directions. It wasn't too painful. Yet.

"You don't have a name clone," Krell snarled stepping into Fives' space.

Fives flinched backwards as the pain got exceedingly worse. His mind was shattering and there was nothing he could do to stop it. As the ARC tried to regain his bearings he felt his airway shut off. It was like his lungs stopped working. Panic rose in the ARC as he backed up; his back hitting the walk; his knees giving out on him as he hit the ground.

The fear, pain, and panic radiating off of Fives made Krell smirk in delight. Yes this is exactly what he needed. The big bad ARC to be afraid and useless. Krell normally never stooped to the level of torturing troops into submission, but this one was different.

"Your name is ARC-5555, and you will follow my command," Krell stated clearly as Fives pressed up against the wall suffocating slowly.

Fives was clawing at his throat his vision swimming. Denial was in his eyes as he stared up a Krell. The jedi rose his hand and Fives was being lifted up choking against the wall. Krell repeated his orders to Fives and the ARC lulled his head back a 'yes sir' dying on his lips as he passed out.

Sorry it's over. It's for plot purposes. You'll understand later.

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Fives was shaking. Tears were spilling over his cheeks as he stared into the sink of the freshers watching the water run. He felt violated in every way possible. The ARC felt like he wanted to throw up as he stared into the sink. Surprisingly it was built just like a human fresher.

"Fives?"

The normally rebellious ARC flinched at the voice. The brunette didn't dare look up at Rex as swallowed down sobs. He knew he didn't present a good picture by the way he was shaking. Feeling a hand fall on his shoulder slowly the ARC tensed up badly and didn't relax. Normally he relaxes underneath Rex's touch, but this…this was different.

"Sorry. Had an episode," Fives lied plain and straight not meeting Rex's gaze still facing the sink.

"Fives—"

"Don't. Please," Fives begged cutting Rex off knowing that it was a terrible lie.

He felt dirty. Ashamed. He felt wrong. Out of all the torture he's been through in the past this had been the worst. At least the other times he still felt whole afterwards. He still felt clean. This had just stripped everything away from him.

He was an individual. He had a name. He had a name day. He had a personality. He had friends and enemies. He was a person. Right?

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"Don't. Please."

He's heard Fives sound broken before. He's heard him sound afraid. He's heard him sound betrayed. Never in his life had he ever heard Fives beg like that. Like someone had taken everything that Fives was and tossed it out the kriffing window.

Rex pulled Fives into a tight hug allowing the ARC to shake apart in his hold. One thing was certain. The first chance he got he was calling Cody to get his sorry ass down to planer side. Reason one was he was going to kill Krell and he wanted to make sure Cody got his fair shot too. Reason two being that he really needed to talk to Kenobi about Krell. No jedi did whatever this was to any clone. No matter the deed. Krell was no jedi, and that was obvious.

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I managed to get this one out before I go into a light hibernation. This chapter hurt to write, but it's for plot purposes. Remember I'm taking questions too so don't be afraid to ask about the plot or other head-canons or even small pieces that haven't been published.

Glogirl signing off!