I'm going to cry. They canceled season 6 of the clone wars. After everything. All the people saying no, and writing letters. They still canceled it. I was waiting and waiting for it. Now I'm depressed. So, there. If you didn't know, now you do. Oh, and I officially hate this guy who said that I shouldn't post that I feel like I'm going to die since no more clone wars, cuz people will tell me to grow up. But you know what,screw him. He's a hater and he doesn't deserve to be answered, so, I'm ignoring him.

Little language, not enough for a warning, but still.

(Trixter POV)

I flopped onto my designated bunk. A bottom one in the corner, away from the door, and the other side of the room from where the guys would put their armor on. I put my bag down, looking around the room. Everyone was talking and laughing, having fun, looking at each other's faces. A sudden sorrow went through me. I could never have my brothers look at me.

I opened the bag. All it had was the special body glove I wore, and some extra foam for my armor incase I had to get new ones. I closed it, putting it under the bunk. Hyde turned, watching me, half listening to what one of the other Rookies was saying. I walked out of the room, walking among the other troops. I heard some of them muttering 'Shinny' when I got in their way once or twice.

Whatever. I don't care. "Wondering the halls of the ship alone, Shinney?" It was one of the others. I think he was a weapon specialist. I'm not sure. I kept walking past him. He was leaning against the wall, eating some fruit, left leg bent so that his left foot was level with his right knee. His back rested against the wall, his sun bonnet on the floor.

He took a bite of the fruit. "No need to be rude." He picked up his helmet and held it under his arm. He walked after me.

"Like you were?" I kept walking. Out of the corner of my eye, I observed his armor. On his shoulder plates, there were backward F's in gold and the rest red. The main of his breast plates, they were red, and the under side gold, and the color was gold. There was a horizontal, vertical, and two diagonal stripes, meeting in the center of the helmet's forehead part, it was like the republic sign, but in gold. The rest of the top was red, along with the dipped in cheeks part. The part around the visor was gold, the rest of the helmet white, minus the gold strip going from the dip in the chin part to the upside-down V.

His belt had gold strips, and the others white. There was a red stripe on the smaller plate between the shoulder and the lower arm. The upper of the lower arm plates were gold, the lower red, and the plate on his hand, the main section on the back of his hand was gold. The very bottom of his shoes were red, then gold, a red strip up the shoe in the middle, the rest white, and gold above that. Over that was white, then two stripes of red, and near his knee was gold, then red, the knee plate center was red, and the surrounding was gold. There was a section of white, forming an upside-down V with a flat little line instead of a point, and above that was a small section of gold, then the most of his upper calf was red.

He must have seen the slight turn of my head for the minute that we walked in silence since he gave me a waggish smile. "Like what you see."

"I'm seeing the exact thing I see all day, everyday, 7 days a week."

"I like you. You've got spunk, unlike the other Shinneys. They're all, ordinary."

"Is that bad?"

"Not really. Just, kinda hard to see how they're like that, all uptight, like they have a stick up their ass." He paused, smirking, "Like Commander Wolffe."

I choked on my saliva, mostly from surprise, then I stared to chuckle slightly. "How nice."

"Where're you walking to anyway?"

"Just, around, seeing the ship myself and not in a group, like tourists."

"Didn't catch your name, Rookie."

I turned my head to him. "Didn't give it." He smirked.

"Gunner, Weapon Specialist, and third in clone command. Fourth over all."

"Well, Sir," I teased, making his smirk grow, "Trixter, Rookie from the Trixter's Squad." He raised an eyebrow, "The others voted on it." I said defensively.

"Wait. Trixter, as in the 'Help defend Kamino against Seppie invasion' Trix?"

"One and only."

"Well," He laughed, "you're quite famous throughout the entire Republic. Especially if Gallifry learns about you being assigned to the squad. He would kiss the ground you walk on."

"That's weird."

"Not really, since, as it said in the reports, you saved Captain Rex from getting shot in the head, then took over command, and using a hidden arsenal, taking out most of the droids, saving the Captain again, after you broke them out of Seppie control, when you jumped into the water, going back to get him when you could have gone to save yourself, then lead Echo, Fives, Cody, Boil and Waxer to a room where Ventress and the other traitors were, then Echo saved you from being killed, ending up in a coma for a few months. And then after that, you just barely passed the final tests."

"God. That was all in the report?"

"Yep."

"Well, that must have been a long ass report."

"It was. But everyone read it, since it was about Kamino, and how a bunch of rookies, one Captain, two bounty hunters, and a jedi fought off over 5 battalions of droids."

"Was it 5, I thought is was 2."

"Said 5."

"Well, then I guess it was 5."

We continued to talk for a while, then a bell went through the ship, and everyone headed to the mess. Once in there, I looked around, not seeing Hyde. I looked at Saber. "Where's Saber?"

"He said that he was only going to be a minute." My stomach dropped. Something was wrong. "Trix. What's wrong?"

"I don't know, something's off." I walked quickly through the ship, glancing into the war room, seeing the General, Commander Film, and the 3rd in command talking. As I rushed, my stomach twisted, and I felt like I was going to be sick, the only other time I felt like that was when one of the guys had been badly beaten by Bric.

I pressed the button to open the door, but it didn't. I felt even more nauseated. I hacked the door, opening it, immediately feeling the bile in the back of my throat. I smelled blood. I heard someone behind me, and I saw a flash of red. It was Gunner. He made a choked noise.

There was a soft groan in the corner, by my bunk, like someone was trying to hide but was in too much pain to keep quiet. I walked in, seeing Saber huddled at the foot of my bunk. I was by his side in a second. "Saber?" I said softly, pulling him to me, slowly taking his armor plates off. It was obvious, he'd been beaten, again, like what Bric had done, only 10 times worse. There was blood, and bruises already forming. He let a pained whimper out.

"Saber, who?" My voice was dark. I wasn't going to let anyone do this. Not to a brother, much less my group. He didn't reply. "Saber!" I snapped, and he cringed. "Who did this!?"

I could hear the tears in his voice. "He wouldn't stop. I begged him. He just kept saying, 'You won't disobey a command, Shiney, you do what's asked of you'." I growled softly, putting Saber on my bunk.

"Trix?" I pushed past Gunner, anger raising in my blood. I don't care that he was higher ranked, or that he was more than likely going to get me into trouble, I had to do this, for Saber. No one was going to get away with it. I walked back to the war room, Gunner running after me.

The door opened, and I stormed in. I yanked his shoulder, making him turn to face me, and I decked him, right in front of the General, and the hologram of Anakin, Rex, Echo and Fives. I punched him again. And again, and again, till Gunner came, pulling me off him. There was yelling, then dead silence. Everyone's jaw was dropped. "The first one was for Saber, the rest as a warning."

"ROOKIE!" The Commander exploded, looking down at the 3rd in command, his face starting to bleed. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!"

"Ask him," I pointed at the 3rd on the ground, "why he beat Saber within inches of his life?!"

"Trix." Fives stared at me, shaking his head.

"You would have done the same if it was Heavy, or Echo, or Droidbait or Cutup." He opened his mouth to deny. "And don't say you wouldn't, cause I know you would have gotten more punches in before someone pulled you away."

Film looked at the 3rd in command. "Is it true? Did you beat one of the Rookies?"

"No! This one's just crazy!"

"I'M CRAZY!? I knew from the minute I saw you, what you did to the men. You beat them, that's why they would cringe when you motioned in their direction. Their afraid of you, and no one would do anything cause you're one of the top, and it was their word against yours."

"Now you're making things up." He stood, wiping blood from his lip.

"Am I?" I looked at Film, I had my arms pinned behind my from Gunner, just to make sure that I didn't go and attack anyone. "Or have you been too caught up in thinking that he couldn't do anything like that?" I turned to the General, "And have you been too blind to see what he's been doing, General?" I put as much venom in the last word as possible. I wrenched my arms from Gunner's grip.

"I have an injured brother I have to go fix up." I turned, walking out, back to where I left Saber. Apparently, word spread quickly, as in, a whole 5 seconds quickly cause everyone was staring at me as I walked back. I opened the door, and saw Saber watching me, his caramel eyes wide.

"What did you do?" He rasped.

"What I had to." I grabbed a packet of Baca from my belt, moving his head onto my lap. He was still bleeding. I used a swab to put the Baca on his face, putting some bandages on his cheeks where he got cut up. I looked at his chest and stomach. He got a lot of injuries from being kicked and punched, repeatedly. "This is going to be cold."

He nodded softly, and I wrapped a baca filled bandage around the worst of the gashes. His legs were fine, and so were his arms, just his face and stomach. "This is my fault. I should have stayed, not walked off." I injected him with some pain meds and stuff to fight infection right as Gunner walked in.

"General and Commander want to see you in the war room."

Hehe, I put some motherly instinct in there. I don't know that it's like, since I'm still technically not an adult, but it's what I thought it would be like, he squad as her kids, and cleaning their wounds.