Okay, here's the new one. And it seems people (some anyway) like Pion the most - medics always seem to take the cake :P
And, as requested (since I know it's probably necessary too xD) here's the clone's specialization (Included Rex because I can :P)

Guest: Thank you so much for the review! I'm glad you're finding the story to your liking!

Team Chess:
Rex - leader and jack-of-all-trades
Bishop - sniper and calculating type
Turm - muscle and 'meat shield'
Pion - medic and calm keeper
Jezdec - joker and jack-of-all-trades (but not as versatile as Rex)

Hope that cleared up =3 And sorry if this one seems... weird? I had a writers block around it and this is what came out... Sorry ^^'

Same old same old... Read, review and enjoy ^^

Chapter 14

"Man this is boring…" Pion muttered, for a change feeling like doing something.

"Rex, can I do something?" he asked in the com. seeing the blonde swim up.

"Like what?" he asked back, head popping out of the water and refilling the air.

"Anything!" the 'pawn' murmured, doing some flips in the water.

"I'm sure something-," Rex started but cut himself off when he saw Mortimer at the edge of the pool dropping something in. It looked like a bag of sorts and sunk quickly. When Laquin looked up at the clone, he seemed shocked, but only for a moment before going back.

"…Pion, I think I found something for you to do," the blonde spoke, waiting a second before doing back down and seeing the bag disappear from view.

Bishop's eyes started to blur and breathing became hard. He had noticed his air indicator beep, but ignored it, spotting two pieces around here. He used all his energy to try and find them, swimming close to the ground and not taking notice above. At least not until it was too late.

Jet and Lander pulled him upwards, making the sniper panic, but he couldn't do anything as he carried a part in one hand. The quick movement forced him to take a deep breath and in turn, he started to suffocate. Eyes going dark, he lost feeling in his hands and dropped the part. He heard beeps and signals, but couldn't do anything. The last thing he saw was Turm behind the two without his helmet, before the sniper lost consciousness.

"Pion, anything?" Rex asked, swimming towards the middle of the pool.

"Nothing yet. You sure you saw something?" the 'pawn' sounded unsure.

"…No, but if I'm right, it could help – a lot," the blonde had decided to check on the three team members, since they weren't back yet and he was a bit worried.

"I got a bad feeling about this…" he said to himself, swallowing and swimming faster.

"Still nothing?" Cody asked in the com. and looking ahead of himself.

"No. Bishop hasn't checked in and I'm pretty sure he's low on oxygen," Jewels answered. He was sent to try and find their missing member, but ended up with nothing.

"Um, Cody, I…I think I might've found him," Bull spoke, fear and worry in his words.

"Where?!" Jezdec almost shouted, having been worried for his brother.

"Well, not just him, but I see four figures going up… one is being carried," the two cadets who were closest shared a look and Cody gave a nod, a sign that the bearded one could leave.

Turm was starting to slow down and losing oxygen. He didn't think it would be this hard to carry his bother up to the surface. When he saw the sniper going limb, he removed his helmet and Bishop's to exchange them. His still had some oxygen – hopefully enough to get him through this. Jet and Lander were helping, but had also taken the parts – can't really blame them.

When they finally broke the surface, Turm took in greedy breaths and shoved the sniper on his shoulder and took of the bucket, hoping he'd get some air in as well. Mortimer was by the edge where they came up quickly, first aid already prepared.

"He's not breathing!" Turm yelled, panting as his body screamed in pain. He couldn't swim anymore.

"Give him," Lander almost ordered, both hands open for the cadet.

With only slight hesitation, the 'rook' gave him over, watching as the older clone swam to the edge. Laquin quickly turned Bishop over to the side and patted his back. After a few pats, the sniper took in a deep breath and entered a coughing fit. That was enough for the bald clone as he relaxed, almost sinking again, if a pair of strong arms hadn't pulled him up. It seemed Jet released the parts and swam with the 'rook' to the edge.

"The… the parts…" he mumbled, being lifted onto the ground.

"I got 'em," another head popped up, blonde, and a smile on his face. "You two alright?" Rex's expression quickly changed when another cadet broke the surface and rushed to their side.

"We'll…live…" Bishop managed, still weak, but with the help of the Lasat, managed to sit up.

"You kriffing idiot!" Jezdec yelled, panting as he looked at the two.

"Err, Rex? Is this a bad time?" Pion came in the comm. link, sounded confused.

"Not really," the blonde muttered back, seeing his brothers argue. As long as it was out of worry it was fine with him. Jet and Lander also seemed to be taking a break and Mortimer didn't know if he should continue the session or not.

"Because I found the bag – and another five parts of the thing in it," at that, Rex opened his eyes wide and put on his bucket.

"Another five?"

"Yeah and four more on the way. They were kinda lined up. I don't get it."

"…Right. Head back to the platform and set it up. I have a delivery to make," the 'king' currently had seven parts with him, so he knew what to do.

"You alright Bish?" Turm asked, a smirk on his face, as he looked at the sniper.

"My pride is in shambles… but otherwise fine… Thanks," the sniper gave a weak smile back.

"Well, I must say, I didn't expect you to be so reckless…" Mortimer sighed. These Chess members have been surprising and shocking him since day one. He has to step up his game.

"We're full of surprises," the two managed a laugh, but everything hurt after.

"Are we going on with the session?" Jet asked, looking at the trainer.

"…We have to. This can happen in battle – you can't call it off then," Mortimer didn't like it, but it was true, and the cadets understood.

"Get better you two!" the Ghost Squad members called before jumping back into the water.

"Cody, I see incoming!" Bull called, making the two clones at the platform go on alert.

"Who is it?" they asked, unaware of what had happened.

"No idea, but he's fast and… carrying something?" confusion was in his voice as Bull descended.

Rex could see the three of them and let out a breath. He was starting to feel sore and tired and wanted this to end.

"Cody," he connected the comm. links, stopping a bit above them.

"Rex. Why are you here?" the commander cadet asked, before seeing the parts in his hands.

"Just to make a delivery. You should head up now anyway – this thing is over," the blonde explained and dropped the parts, allowing them to sink onto the platform.

"What are you talking about?" Jewels asked, looking from the parts to the clone.

"Finish that and come up – everything should be explained then."

"…I don't know what to say…" Mortimer spoke, seeing the ten cadets stand before him. It's been about fifteen minutes since the session ended, most of the clones confused and shocked that both teams won. They were now expecting an explanation Laquin didn't know he'd have to make.

"I guess I should explain how it's possible you both won. But I know at least two of you already know that," he sent a small look at Rex and Pion, who returned small smiles.

"Some time during the session, I dropped a bag of five extra parts. It was to see if you kept tabs on your surroundings and re-checked any areas, as you will need to. No one probably would have noticed, but someone was lucky and came up for air just in time," there was disbelieve in his voice that luck won the day, but hell, even that has to happen.

"The bag was found and the other five pieces – not sure how and it doesn't matter. They had the whole set plus if I remember right, seven extra. But then, from what I hear, this nanny," he pointed at Rex, "Went and gave the parts he had to the other team. I'll be honest – I didn't believe he would. It was an easy win for them and yet…" he sighed as he recalled Ciel and how he always expected the best from the clones.

"You have changed my view on a lot of things. From clones, to their training. I see now, that you aren't soldiers – you're brothers. And…" he paused, looking at them. "You aren't even in your teen years yet," the clones had accelerated aging, meaning a cadet who looked twenty, was just about ten. It made these… soldiers, children, fighting a war they had no choice but to partake.

"These two Squads… I am extremely proud to be able to train you, see you grow and understand you. I have little doubt you'll all be great soldiers and all of you are probably getting a command rank. For that, I am grateful."

Annnnd cut! That's that for now folks! More to come in time :P

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