AN: Oh man, this and chapter 12, and then we are DONE with part 3! And apart from the delay which shall not be spoken of earlier, there was literally no moment of 'oh shit am I gonna actually fill this many chapters'. Things are really picking up!

And yeah, this chapter was delayed on account of me getting sick. It was awful and everything is awful. Except this chapter which is good and fun, and also enough of a bombshell kinda that once again I explain it all at the bottom.

Also, I accidentally plotted! Remember that stuff at the start of chapter 8 about how the treatment for her blaster wound desensitized her to people seeing her breasts? Yeah. Yeahhh. That wasn't supposed to be plot but it IS. Just gonna file all of it under 'things that would never be allowed to air on the actual cartoon'. Luckily we're not there yet, considering Anakin's still a padawan. So yeah I didn't mean for there to be a plot point centered around Michelle's tits, but that's certainly where we have ended up. It… it's not graphic or anything, it's more for the fact that naked/partially naked people are funny. There are no flowery descriptions, just a lot of internal screaming.

And we have a first here! The entire chapter's from Evie's POV. No Michelle in sight! Well, plenty of Michelle in sight, but we don't get to know how her head's working, so whatever.

Enjoy!

Part 3, Chapter 11: And Of Pleasure

The first explosion rocked the base, the emergency claxon's following a moment later. In the officers mess, the sabbac game was immediately abandoned, blasters and helmets being grabbed. On his part, Evie was up like a shot, sprinting straight for the command center.

"Report!" He snapped as soon as he was in.

"Sneak attack by the Seppies, commando droids destroyed all our turrets on the North side. All clankers on base destroyed, but there's a hell of a lot coming in from the North!" A shiny reported, alarm leaking through the professionalism. Evie clapped the kid on the shoulder.

"Chin up rookie, we'll make it through. Where's the General?"

"What's the sitch!?" General Ketros yelled, bursting in through the doors. Speak of the devil.

"Commando droids took out the turrets on the North side before being destroyed, but we've got an attack coming in from there. Sir, what should we… do..."

Evie's voice trailed off after he turned around, eyes wide beneath his helmet. The command center went dead silent, except for the clatter of several troopers dropping whatever they were holding. Beside Evie, the shiny that had reported made an undignified squeaking sound.

"What? I was in the shower." Ketros explained, sounding slightly defensive. This would explain why she had shown up soaking wet, and wearing a towel. Just a towel. And there was not a lot of it.

And it was only wrapped around her waist. Leaving her entire torso very naked, and on full display.

She was athletic. She was ripped. She had a fucking six pack.

And breasts.

Evie was not ashamed to admit that, like most of his brothers, his experience with naked women came entirely from the holonet. In person was more than a bit different, especially considering the fact that she was still dripping water on the floor. A large scar sat in the place of honour between her breasts, looking like it was from a blaster shot, and a dozen other smaller scars littered her torso, speaking of about a decade worth of Jedi missions and combat.

In short, she was quite possibly the most attractive person Evie had ever seen.

He wanted her.

He wanted to be her.

It was all very confusing.

"Hot damn." Someone muttered, snapping Evie out of his staring.

"Right. Er, your orders, General Ketros?" He said, slightly louder than necessary to remind the men that this was their General they were all blatantly eyeing up. Never mind the fact that he had just been doing so as well.

"What's the usual plan? Go fuck shit up. I mean, no turrets, so… this ones on manual. Get the biggest rocket launchers and ammo we've got, have them get set up on the North wall shooting at the Seppies. When they get a bit close for comfort, switch to some of our bigger blaster guns. I want them decimated before they get to us. Meanwhile, since they're coming right at us, I'll cut around through the forest, one woman army them from behind. Be good kids, Evie's in charge until I get back, I want to hear good things from the babysitter."

And with that, Ketros swept out of the room, her usual battle grin already forming.

After a moment to process everything, Evie ran out after her, somehow unsurprised to find that she was not detouring towards the personal rooms.

"General!" He called, jogging to catch up with her long strides. "You're not actually going straight out there?"

She raised an eyebrow in amusement, walk not pausing in the slightest.

"The Seppies aren't exactly going to give me time for my moisturizing routine."

"Sir, you are literally wearing nothing but a towel."

Ketros paused at that, looking down at her body with mild bemusement, as if she genuinely hadn't noticed her state of undress yet.

"Huh. So I am. … No shoes might be a problem. Nice catch! Supply rooms on the way out, right? I'll grab some boots while I'm moving, it'll be fine. Don't worry about me, you've got some explosions to coordinate!"

And with that, the General was off, Jedi speed carrying her down the hallway before Evie could point out the whole naked detail.

Well. She was an adult. And a General. She could make her own decisions, and if one of those was to fight an entire legion of clankers wearing nothing but a towel and stolen boots, then that was her own problem. The best thing Evie could do for her was follow her orders and get his men in place as pseudo-turrets.

…Even if he would kill to see Ketros fighting in just a towel.

After the battle was won, Evie was unsurprised to see a tired looking General Ketros limp in through the front gates, looking exhausted yet triumphant, towel filthy, but still firmly in place. And from her dishevelled, mud covered appearance, her usual insane fighting style had involved sliding around on the ground, which the mud would have helped with… but gotten all over her in the process. It was almost impossible to tell that the towel had been white, and her hair was caked with the stuff.

And she was not wearing the promised boots.

She caught sight of him, and approached with a grin, ignoring the many stares around her.

"So, that was a thing that worked, and it was amazing." She said cheerfully.

"And you're still barefoot." He deadpanned. Ketros shrugged, having the decency to look slightly ashamed about it.

"Yeah, turns out that my feet are too big, the boots did not fit, couldn't get my ankle in. For some reason I thought that there'd be like… different sizes. I don't know why I thought that, but I did. I'm tired, little details slip through sometimes. It's fine, I'm only bleeding from my feet, I'll be okay. Need another shower though, that's going to suck. I hate sleeping on wet hair. Mine's thick enough I wake up with it all damp still, eugh. Worst thing. Ever. Still, beats sleeping in ten pounds of mud, so I'll suck it up." General Ketros complained, gingerly making her way back into the base. Looking immediately behind her was enough to show that she was leaving a trail of blood, barely visible in the mud, but still there.

According to the Jedi, the clones were all different levels of Force sensitive, although none were strong enough to be able to actively harness it and move things. As an overall fact, if you asked any brother on the battlefield where his general was, he'd immediately point in the right direction. On the part of the Jedi, it was easier for them to do their mind-reading on the troops, and for the more sensitive ones, to occasionally speak right into their minds. Evie was not one of the more sensitive ones, and if even if he had been, none of the clones could get that psychic reading off of each other.

Despite this, Evie could have sworn he felt Doc screaming in horror and rage at the fact that their General was walking on whatever the fuck she had done to her feet. And that he was letting her walk on whatever the fuck she had done to her feet.

And, well. Evie was a good brother, and he would never admit it, but he was slightly intimidated by the medic.

"General? I don't think you should be walking right now." He pointed out, making sure to match her slow, uneven pace. She gave an amused grin in response.

"What, you offering to carry me?"

"Yes. To the medics."

General Ketros gave him a long look, before staring at the muddy ground, generously speckled with rocks. Finally, she sighed.

"Just until we get inside."

The good-natured jeering as he did so was mostly ignored, considering that Evie couldn't glare them into submission with his helmet on, and Ketros didn't seem to care enough to do it herself. Instead, she was resting her head against his chest (which definitely wasn't distracting at all), and seemed to be occupying herself with quietly humming something, eyes closed, and a small grin on her face.

Despite her instructions, he ended up carrying her all the way to the medics. Which she didn't notice until they got there.

"Alright, so the Seppies know we're here. More specifically, they know I'm here. So they're currently preparing for a massive assault, and like… good for them. So, I think it's time we inform them that I'm not actually as stupid as I like to act. We're playing this one stealthy. They've occupied the legislature, this big ass building in the middle. What they don't seem to have noticed is that they are literally surrounded by apartment buildings, all around 15 or 20 stories taller than them. Dumbasses. So, we're going to do this carefully. All the apartment buildings are deserted – the civilians are at various labour camps around the planet. Teams of two sharpshooters sneak into every building, and set up near the top floors with sniper rifles. At sunrise, the main forces march into the city. As soon as the droids notice, the snipers unload. Main target is the commander, but take out as many as possible before being found. When the droids figure it out, and send people up after the teams, they'll head up to search the floor that shots came from. The snipers destroy the elevators on the way in, and set up silent motion sensors on the entry. When the droids enter, slide down the elevator shaft to a random floor, let off a couple dozen shots, then back to the elevator shafts. Keep randomizing it. Really fuck with them. Aaaand once they catch on to you, bail out and join the fighting on the streets. So! Here's the teams and locations. Whiskey, Joy, you're going to this building. Red, Drive, this one. Ticker, Click, you take…"

Evie tuned out as the General went on assigning buildings, as the plan had already been laid out by the two of them earlier. He was fairly certain his General was completely insane, but she was a brilliant tactician. When she felt like it.

When she didn't, her ideas tended to start and stop with 'explode everything'. Evie would admit it on his fucking deathbed, but he loved missions like those. As long as the General wasn't flinging herself head first into said explosions. Occasionally while wearing only a towel around her waist.

No, that wasn't a recurring dream Evie was having, that would be ridiculous.

"And me and Evie will be in this building. Evie will be sniping, and I'll sneak out before sunrise, get inside of their base, and just generally raise hell. Any questions?"

Evie watched as the General gave the last few orders, and started divvying up the different teams for entry times. Business as usual.

At least she was a very hands on sort of General. Terrible at delegating though, she would have worked herself to death in the first week of the war if it wasn't for Evie conspiring with Doc to make her eat and sleep. Evie's arms were getting awfully sore from carrying his battalion.

"Hey! Ready to head out?" Michelle asked, her cheerful grin having a slight edge of mania to it. Standard pre-battle fare for her.

"Good to go whenever, sir."

"Awesome. Let's roll out."

Evie settled into the abandoned living room, dropping his sniper rifle on the couch, and checking the windows for the best angle to use with his shooting in the morning.

"Let's try not to turn on lights while we're here, supposedly abandoned and all. Moonlight will do fine to see by. So! Dinner?" The General said cheerfully, rifling through the cabinets.

Evie removed his helmet, mostly so that the General could see his raised eyebrow.

"Sir, isn't that technically stealing?"

General Ketros shrugged, not overly deterred.

"Technically speaking, we're breaking and entering right now. We're saving their planet, least they can do is feed us for the night. ...I'll leave some credits and a note, it'll be fine. I mean, the autograph alone would sell for millions with some of the weirder and richer members of my fanclub. Still can't believe I have one of those, seriously. So, what do you want? Ooh, pancakes? I can make some mean pancakes."

Evie sighed, and entered the kitchen with her, figuring the General was in need of some adult supervision. Despite her being older than him.

"General, I'm not sure if I trust you with food preparation. And I say that as someone that has never even boiled a pot of water, but I still think I might be more trusted with that sort of thing."

"First of all, wow, rude. Secondly, it's just us, we're taking a break to have dinner, you can call me Michelle. It's okay. And third, I'm actually an awesome cook, sit down and watch how it's done." Michelle said cheerfully. Behind Evie, a chair slid out from the table, seemingly all on its own, and a gentle, invisible nudge sent him sitting down in it.

...Damn Force powers.

Evie may have been entirely more fond of his General than he was supposed to be, but the Force stuff was creepy sometimes.

Not that it changed anything. If the Towel Incident had given Evie any great insights, it had definitely made it clear that he had some feelings for the General that he was really not supposed to have. On a double layer, considering that she was both his commanding officer, and very much a lesbian. As the clone of a man, that made Evie right out for options.

As for the weird envy about seeing her shirtless… Evie was fairly certain that was something about her abs. Definitely. Anything else would be weird. Right? Besides, they were very impressive abs.

Michelle mumbled to herself while cooked, apparently trying to verbally track her recipe while making it. The light from two of the planets moons filtered in through the window, illuminating the room with soft light.

It was really unfortunate that clone training did not include a module of 'what to do when you're alone with your very attractive General who is making food for both of you and there's mood lighting and the entire thing feels like soft music will start any second now'. Because that was a module Evie was suddenly in desperate need of.

He was startled out of his increasingly alarmed thoughts by Michelle placing a plate of pancakes in front of him.

"Food!" She said cheerfully, before taking another chair beside him, and pouring something over her meal.

Evie poked his with a fork.

A few bites in, Michelle seemed to notice something was wrong.

"You good, man?" She asked, looking mildly concerned. "I can actually cook well, that's good food right there."

"I've never had pancakes before. It's usually just… ration bars, or mess hall stuff." He admitted reluctantly.

"...Oh, right. Well, they're not poison, my dude. Put some of this on it, and then go for it." Michelle said, shoving the bottle she'd used over to him. Evie dubiously added it, and then joined her in eating.

"...Holy fucking shit, that's better than commissary food." Evie declared, eyes wide.

"Right!? God, I miss the Temple. My kitchen is so nice, and only has a few scorch marks. Whenever we both get leave to Coruscaunt, you should come over, it'll be great. We can be all… non-military. Like, more than I usually am."

Evie snorted, and went back to eating.

Once they were finished, Michelle pushed her plate back, and sighed.

"Okay. So, I'm going to be totally honest here. I had some ulterior motives for doing this. I… kinda want to have a real talk with you, and it's mostly some guess work, and I want you to hear me out."

Evie paused, giving her a suspicious look.

"If this is you trying to convince me to try and get you some of the more interesting explosives-"

"No, no, this is serious. And I know I'm not allowed to get the good explosives anymore after the Kazac Incident. I'm still very sorry for that by the way. ...That's not the point. So, y'know how I think I've mentioned that despite the whole clone thing, you and your brothers all have completely different Force signatures, right? Like, you're all very different people, physical appearance aside. And well, that much variation, some things are just inevitable in some clones-"

"Sir, what are you getting at?" Evie demanded, trying to keep his face blank while pushing his General to get to the point.

"Look, I've been noticing something different about you literally since we met, and it's taken me awhile to figure out what it was. And it didn't really start to like… get really obvious until the Towel Incident, and it's been more of a thing lately, and I don't think you've totally noticed, and I'm very fond of you so I figured I would help, because I've got the background to explain this sort of thing and you… don't?"

"General. What's going on?" Evie said, voice flat.

"I'm… kind of pretty sure that you're a girl?"

"...Sir, I was grown in a lab. I think someone would have noticed that particular deviation about… twelve years ago."

Michelle let out a long sigh, blowing her bangs back away from her face.

"I mean… that's like, your sex, and that's something that I don't pretend to have the science background to understand because it's such a complicated subject. But gender, that's something I get, and that's all head stuff, y'know? So, technically speaking, I'm pretty sure your physical stuff is standard clone - aka basically Jango Fett - but I think your head stuff is Evie, and I think that Evie is… yknow. Not a guy." She explained awkwardly, not making eye contact and giving vague wave of her hand at the end.

Evie stared, lost for words.

"So… yeah. I think you're transgender. And that's okay! I mean… I don't know. I'm really bad at this. I… can hook you up with some reading on the subject? And like, you can get surgery and hormone replacements to be more 'female' or whatever, or not, but either way you're still whatever gender you want to be. And I've been talking for too long, and this is getting awkward, so I'm gonna… go. The droids won't infiltrate themselves. …Or, maybe they could, but today I'm doing it. So like… maybe think about using she/her as your pronouns? If that works for you. I'm going to run away now, you have fun with your sniping enjoy your night!"

And with that, Evie's brave and noble General ran from the apartment like Dooku himself was chasing after her.

…On second thought, wrong metaphor. Michelle would probably try to fight him too. She was stupid like that. And amazing.

And what the hell was all that about Evie being a girl? He would have noticed that. …Wouldn't he?

It wasn't like he'd had a lot of examples of human women in his life. Michelle had been the first one he'd met.

And after he had met her, Evie had talked about the idea of long hair so much, Doc had gotten fed up and pulled some strings to get him some hair growth enhancer, and told him to do his own thing. The result of which was long enough Michelle had needed to teach him how to braid so that it wasn't constantly in his face.

And then there was the Towel Incident, and the inexplicable envy from it. From Michelle's torso. Specifically the breasts. In that he wanted… his own?

She wanted her own.

"…Oh fuck. I think I'm a girl." Evie said blankly, sitting down heavily on the couch beside her abandoned sniper rifle.

Goddamn Jedi making her goddamn life complicated.

"Well, we liberated the shit out of this place. Did you see me rip that one droids head off with my foot? That was awesome and so am I." Michelle said cheerfully, leaning against a crashed tank while talking with Clip.

"I think that's called kicking a head off, sir."

"Okay but consider this: it sounds cooler if I say I ripped it off with my bare feet."

"…I thought Evie banned you from fighting barefoot after the Towel Incident?"

"Yes, yes I did, if your boots so much as need re-tying on a battlefield I will do something treasonous. Sir." Evie said, walking up to the pair. Clip jumped about a foot in the air, and the General flat out flinched in surprise.

Good to see she still had it. It being the ability to scare the shit out of people.

"Hey Evie! How… us, how's it going?" The General asked, clearly trying to subtly ask if Evie had decided on a gender.

"It's going fine General. By the way, about what you said last night? I think you were right."

And with that, Evie made her dramatic exit, leaving Michelle staring, expression shifting from shock to joy, while Clip tried to ask what she had meant.

Yeah. She definitely still had it.

Surprisingly little changed after that.

Clones were a lot of things, but family was one of the top priorities for all of them. Word spread fast around the 420th, and pretty soon it was a common fact that Commander Evie was a sister.

Not even the only sister, as she was pleased and surprised to discover. After Evie had passed along the news, General Ketros had followed it by casually sending every clone in the battalion a quick explanation on the matters of gender and sexuality (correctly) guessing that they had not had any sort of education on the matter. Within the week, the 420th battalion contained eight sisters, including Evie, and three siblings. And General Ketros, who might as well have been a sister from the way she got along with them all.

And sure, there was still a war going on, but that wasn't going anywhere, so same business as usual.

Well, for the most part.

"Hey, Commander? Commander! Sir, message for the General, priority communication from the Temple. It's not classified or anything it just… said that she should know before it hits the holonet." Heya reported, handing over a small sheet of flimsiplast, face pale.

Due to the 'not classified' thing, Evie felt justified in checking the message before handing it over, figuring her General wouldn't appreciate being distracted during her downtime for nothing.

Reading the message, Evie was fairly certain that under her helmet, she was also going pale.

Oh.

Shit.

"I'll tell her at once. She's… going to take it badly, I think." She said, some grief of her own surprising her at the news. She may have only really known the man from what Michelle said about him, but his death was going to devastate Michelle. She had been close to him.

Well, better get it over with. Michelle deserved to know immediately, so she could have the most of her downtime to mourn, or meditate, or whatever Jedi did after losing one of their own.

"General? Sorry to disturb, but… bad news from the Temple for you." Evie began, knocking on the door to Michelle's personal quarters, calling through the door. It was opened almost immediately, the woman in question dressed in her sleep clothes, clearly just about to get into bed. Despite this, her eyes were sharp.

"What's wrong?" Michelle asked, worry in her expression. Evie sighed.

"I'm sorry Michelle, but… General Kenobi was killed in battle a few hours ago."

AN: Well that was a boring ending, I don't even have anything interesting to say here. Wow. Not a wham line in sight. See you all later.

So, those of you familiar with certain EU comic events will know exactly what's going on here. As for the rest of you… well, google is your friend, or you could stew in it until next Tuesday. Your call really, I'm not the boss of you.

And on a happier note, surprise! Evie's a girl!

Okay so where this aaall started. Once upon a time I saw a post on my dash about how maybe some clones would have a mutation that made them come out as girls, due to there being a very small difference between the sexes in early development. And my knee jerk reflex was 'yeah that's not likely the Kaminoans probably wouldn't let such an obvious anomaly develop. BUT with so many clones, all specifically stated to be individuals, there's probably a fair amount of clones that are trans girls, they just… probably don't get educated on the matter. And there is, and they don't! So that was what Michelle found different about Evie at first. Subconciously being a girl. Who is crushing on Michelle – now with compatible genders! I figure that statistically speaking, there's around a three or four thousand sisters in the clone army, and juuust over a thousand siblings (aka non-binary clones). Gender is complicated. You can't be cis in space. You just can't. So I started writing a oneshot for trans clone, who was originally a rank and file soldier (still named Evie), and decided fuck it, random old OC is good enough for the General. Then I started outlining Displacement, realised I needed a clone Commander for Michelle, and hey, why not move Evie on over there. So this chapter is basically part of the one shot I was originally going to do. Kinda got away from me, didn't it?

Does Evie ever go for the surgery? Well, she'd need some good sized leave to do it, recovery time and all. So it's not impossible, but not for a while. And only then if she wants it enough to use up a large chunk of leave time on just surgery recovery, along with voluntarily going into surgery, which isn't a thing clones do often. So we'll have to wait and see just how strong her body dysphoria turns out to be, and if there's anything she realllly wants/needs it for.

And THAT is my reasoning for female clone Michelle had a vision of during her trials. Surprise fools, she was trans all along!

Also for the record while Michelle was being carried to medical at the end of the Towel Incident, she was humming the bridal march to herself, because she was slightly loopy, that was the only position she could be carried in without a risk of flashing other parts, and honestly she found it funny. I'm very proud of the Towel Incident. Also, unless an Incident is specifically gone over in story, it's just a noodle incident, and feel free to ignore it. Like, the Kazac Incident? Kazac is probably a planet, and all that means is Michelle did something with explosives there, and it was probably insane. Insanely awesome, that is.

Any transphobic reviewers who want to stop in are formally invited to fuck themselves, as Evie will be a part of the main cast for a very long time.

See you Tuesday!