Glory didn't have time to approach Dameron and ask if he wanted any support, seven enthusiastic squad members needed their courtesy calls and a tour of the Resolute. In a short amount of time, Glory learned everything she could about the men under her command.

Jesse, Kix and Twenty-Seven were straight off Kamino, the other half of their original squad were put with Zeer. Then there were Ringo and Oz from Tango Company and finally, Attie and Del were veterans from Master Kenobi's Battalion.

"We tend to use the hanger to train in formations against programmed battle droids." Glory informed as they walked between the LAATs, "It's more disorientating than the training rooms, and we can alter the gravity levels to really kick things up a notch."

"How often is training, ma'am?" Twenty-Seven asked, Glory knew he was taking notes of her tour on his HUD.

"Depends who's leading the session, honey." Glory glanced over her shoulder to the shiny who still had his hair in the classic, cropped style, "Sergeant Honour might train the men three times in one cycle, Captain Rex generally sticks to training every other cycle. For conditioning, it's your own responsibility to stay at the top of your game, but I could establish a routine for our squad if that's preferred."

She glanced at the older four, "I'd quite like to see how things are done back in Tango and the 212th."

In the corner of her eye, she could see Dameron approaching at some speed, she could almost sense his agitation. "Out of my way, shinies!"

Every clone jumped when he barked the order at them, scrambling to get out of the way before he barged into any of them. He only managed to lightly knock Glory's shoulder as he passed with Dodger closely following, she was too focused on how his speech had changed, he almost sounded normal.

"Captain Slate Dameron." She told the confused group of men, the shinies looked slightly afraid, "I would recommend staying out of his way until further notice."

"He was the one in the picture." Attie declared, nudging Del. He looked back at Glory, "The one where- oh…"

"Don't worry about it." Glory waved her hand, not wanting her men to think she was ashamed or embarrassed about the picture that reached the headlines. "The media entirely misunderstood the situation, accidents can happen."

"I heard he was on probation." Ringo stated, to which Glory raised an eyebrow. If Coruscant Aviation Academy were going to put Dameron on probation for something that was her fault, then she had some explaining to do.

"It's probably not your fault." Rex explained when she questioned the rumour in the privacy of his office. "Captain Dameron hasn't exactly been making a good impression since he joined Torrent, perhaps it's better that he's grounded."

"He deserves a chance, sir, he hasn't even had the opportunity to prove himself." Glory argued. "General Skywalker thinks he's got what it takes, he just needs some help."

Rex scrubbed his hands down his face, he needed some sleeping meds. "If there's one person on this cruiser who could help him, it would be you."

"Me?"

Her friend stood and patted her shoulder, "Yes, most definitely. You're the most compassionate and caring clone I've ever met, Skywalker shares my opinion."

Glory's chest swelled with pride, "Then I'll try to help Captain Dameron in any way I can."

It was strange to have her own barracks, with her name on the door panel and another desk for her to do work at, but this would be mission reports instead of detailing injuries. The room was just the right size for a squad of eight, with its own fresher and computer console; perfect for Jesse and Attie who were the most technologically talented of the group.

"I won't spend too many nights in here." She said as the men unloaded their kit, she was showing Twenty-Seven how to make his bunk to Torrent's standards. "I'll have nightshifts and Project PM to carry out."

"Project PM?" Oz asked, sharing a confused look with Ridge.

"It's a safe space for troopers to address issues, whether it concerns their own wellbeing or any other help they need." Glory tried to gauge their reactions, none seemed convinced. "The General noticed that our success rates increased when soldiers could discuss their problems in an informal environment."

"That makes sense." Jesse broke the tension with a casual shrug of his shoulders, "How are we supposed to fight to the best of our ability if our heads aren't in the right place?"

"Exactly, treasure." Glory beamed, "Pastoral care is just as important as physical, it requires just as much attention."

"So, you sit up at night to listen to clones whining?" Del asked with an eyebrow raised.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." Glory smiled at all her men, "It's an honour to care for every soldier in this Company, I consider it a privilege."

Every clone under her command didn't seem anywhere near as tense as they were when they arrived, and Glory couldn't have been prouder with herself for making them feel welcome. She intended to visit Honour's men later, they were under the designated Second's command, but it was always nice to have someone who could answer their burning questions.

"It's throbbing." Honour sounded like she was about to cry as she clutched her ankle. "It really kriffing hurts."

"Get ice on it, ASAP." Glory hated being in this position of treating injuries over holograms, all she could do was advise, "Ice, pain meds and rest is the best thing you can do right now."

Honour was taking deep breaths; it took a lot to force the she-clone to have to control her pain like that. This is was Glory's biggest fear of Honour doing espionage missions without her.

With as much confidentiality as possible, Honour had told her that she was learning to figure skate for her mission, the reason for this baffled the medic. Her inversion ankle sprain had occurred after a jump, Honour had slightly overturned inwards, causing the lateral ligaments to be overstretched.

As far as Glory could tell, the talofibular ligament had taken the worst of it. Honour had managed to transport herself back to the barracks after all, but she was still in enough pain to contact a medic. Still, Glory didn't know if the calcaneofibular and the posterior talofibular ligaments had also been injured, only a scan would be able to confirm.

"Can you call someone?" Glory would feel much more comfortable if Honour wasn't alone in this mess, "Perhaps that… Senator Roohd, wasn't it?"

Honour could only nod and Glory resorted to begging, "Please don't do this mission."

"I have to." Honour wiped her eyes and flicked her hair over her shoulder, it almost looked pink over the hologram, "Do you think it'll heal by tomorrow?"

Glory's eyebrow rose without her realising, "I don't think it's broken, judging by what you've told me, but it's definitely sprained. If I were you, I wouldn't go through with it, but if this mission is so important, make sure you wrap it tightly and take a lot of pain meds, keep icing it every hour for fifteen minutes until then."

"Thank you." Even with just her reassurance, Honour seemed better. "You're the best, Glory, did you know that? If you're intrigued, my mission will be broadcasted to the universe tomorrow at 1600."

Glory's eyes narrowed; this couldn't be something good. "We might be on Aargonar by then, but I'll ask someone from tech to record it for us."

She was forced to say goodbye then, not before wishing Honour good luck on her mission, because a familiar face popped around the medbay office door. "Did you find the Corrie Guard too boring, Tight?"

He snorted and lifted his chin as he entered the room, "How'd you know I didn't transfer to give you some company, Glory?"

Glory shook her head, laughing. It felt good to have a full team of medics again, even if Kix needed some guidance. "Tell me about the happy reunion of little Kes and his parents then."

Tight's face fell, his features quickly turned to anger, "Some scum his parents were."

Glory frowned, "What do you-"

"They abandoned the kid on the Subway." Glory clamped her mouth closed, "We couldn't find them, CCTV couldn't track them down after they went down to the lower levels. Addicts, probably."

Glory was quiet for a moment, she feared this affected her friend as much as it affected her, "I'm sorry, Tight, that must've been difficult to comprehend with the child in your arms."

"Yeah." Tight forced a laugh but it was too watery for Glory's liking, "I had to tell a four-year-old that his parents didn't want him."

Glory stood and opened her arms to her fellow medic, "You look like you could use a hug."

"You're damn right I could." Tight wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, crouching a little. Glory held them upright, swaying slightly to prevent either of them getting lightheaded, she could hear Tight taking steady breaths over her back.

"Where's Kes now?" She asked quietly.

"Civvie social services took him off to one of the lower level orphanages, most likely a shabby and run-down one." Tight was being pessimistic, but the lower levels were no place for an orphan.

"I'll speak to Senator Amidala." Glory declared as he pulled away, "She's involved with the city's orphaned children, there may be a more suitable home off-planet, somewhere safer."

"Yeah, I would appreciate that." Tight exhaled slowly, "So, this Captain Dameron…"

"Is everyone going to be like this today?" Tight just smiled sheepishly, "Whatever rumours are going around, they're far from the truth."

"Sure, whatever you say, Glory." Tight was still smiling as he backed out of the office, "Just know that if you're not going for him, I will."

"He's straight, Tight!" Glory called out, "And engaged!"

Tight just laughed loudly in response, Glory hoped everyone didn't share his misunderstanding of a perfectly innocent and accidental picture. She never had and never wouldshow romantic attraction to someone, especially someone like Dameron.

In her opinion, the only point of being in a relationship was to reproduce. Male and female bodies were biologically designed to breed children and the chemical imbalance in their brains was what made them feel 'in love'.

"I'm intrigued, Jesse." Glory peered over the bald clone's shoulder at the piece of flimsy on the table. "Will it go on your back?"

"I was thinking here." The shiny ran a hand over his forehead and reaching over the top of his head, favouring the left side. "And then have it painted on my helmet as well."

Glory hummed, looking over the huge cog-shaped symbol of the Galactic Republic that he had drawn. "Will you draw one for me?"

Kix, Twenty-Seven and Jesse all spun to look at her and the latter stuttered, "Ma'am?"

"Not that particular one." She pointed to his design and though it was credible, she'd rather not have something so big. She nodded at the bench, "May I sit beside you, Twenty-Seven?"

"U-uh, sure, ma'am." Twenty-Seven had a noticeable awkwardness around the opposite sex, especially in proximity, so Glory tried to be gentle. He blushed uncontrollably whenever she called him a term of endearment. "I'll go and get you some caf."

"Oh, there's no-" Twenty-Seven had dashed off before she'd even sat on the bench, at some point she would have to break the news that she despised caf.

"He isn't used to being around females." Kix explained, "Apologies for his… unusual behaviour, ma'am."

"Don't apologise, Kix, I get that with a lot of clones." Glory looked at Jesse and underlined the mark on her forehead. "This is from Teth, I was hoping to get it covered up, but my artistry skills are rather unimpressive."

"Say no more." Jesse licked the point of his pencil, "I have an idea."

Jesse was insanely talented, but he couldn't get his head around Glory's desire to have a tattoo of something that wasn't a weapon. So far, he'd drawn three rifles and a spear, Glory had turned them all down with an apologetic smile. Having a weapon inked across her forehead would most likely give civilians and other clones the wrong impression.

"Medic!" The call from across the mess hall had Glory leaping to her feet, signalling for Kix to follow her, and running to where a group of clones were gathered.

Once she got through the crowd, Glory kneeled beside an unconscious clone pilot with blood staining their lips. "Unresponsive with a pulse, Kix, can you call Coric for a gurney, please?"

"On it, ma'am."

As she took observations, Glory spared a glance the a very quiet Dameron who was stood over one of his men who was evidently very unwell, "What's his name, sir?"

"Uh, Sawge?" Dameron glanced at Dodger, "It is, ain't it?"

Glory tried not to roll her eyes as Dodger confirmed, she lightly tapped Sawge's cheek, "Sweetheart, we're going to take you down to the medbay in just a second."

Usually, a CO would be asking what was wrong with one of their men, but Dameron was silent. Glory glanced up at him as they secured Sawge to the gurney, "Do you know what's caused this, Captain?"

"Always accusin', ain't you?" Dameron spat, "I ain't got a foggy what's wrong with him."

He didn't drop the 'h' from 'him' like he usually did, but Glory had bigger priorities. For now, Sawge's condition wasn't life threatening, but the blood he threw up was too dark for the medic's liking, she just hoped an answer would be evident soon.

"Hazing?" She wanted to know if Dodger was serious, so she used her strict voice. "I'm sure Captain Dameron wouldn't force a pilot to drink gasoline in order to join Chaos Squadron."

"I wish I was joking." Dodger's eyes were filled with concern as he looked at Sawge who was stable and resting, only thanks to the medics' hard work to pump his stomach free of the toxin. "He did it with all of us, this is the first time it's gone wrong."

"I beg to differ." Glory rubbed her forehead, "The effects of gasoline poisoning go far beyond vomiting blood and loss of consciousness."

She didn't want to scare Dodger, seeing as he had also participated in the ritual, but Glory made a mental note to do thorough examinations of every pilots, there were just too many risks to Dameron's dangerous hazing.

She found herself stood before Dameron in his office, "Ventricular fibrillation, oral mucosal ulceration, esophagitis with severe gastritis, renal failure, contact dermatitis, burns, blisters and retinal damage with vision abnormalities are all major and common issues associated with gasoline poisoning."

He just stared at her, clearly unconcerned about Sawge's health as he hadn't even gone to the medbay to see him. "I'll need that in Basic."

Glory kept her voice level, "You're seriously endangering the lives and wellbeing of your pilots, sir."

Dameron pushed himself off the edge of his desk and when he stood close to her, Glory was suddenly intimidated by his buff and tall physique. She didn't even know she was backing away until her back hit the wall and his hands pinned her elbows to the metal. Glory could've probably broken his hold, but she'd never been as confident as Honour was when it came to hand-to-hand.

"I suggest you step away from me, sir." Glory craned her head up to look in his eyes, "Don't do something you'll regret later."

"Who says I'll regret it?" Dameron was smirking and tears brimmed in Glory's eyes when she realised what he was implying.

"Please, don't do this." She begged, "You're better than this."

"You don't know me." It may have been her imagination, but the grip on her elbows lessened.

"You're right, I don't." Glory searched his eyes, they carried as much pain as Ventress' memories did. "But I know there's a brilliant pilot and an even better man within you."

He didn't say anything, so she carried on, "I don't think you completely understand how extraordinary you could be, if you treated everyone as kindly as you treated your Eta-2 Actis-class light interceptor."

"You're bad at readin' people, we weren't all made to be goody-two-shoes." For some reason, Dameron released her and took a step back, giving her some space. "Some of us were born to be bad."

Glory shook her head a little, "Nobody was born to be bad."

Dameron laughed, but it was humorous and not defensive. He chucked his head towards the door with a teasing smile, "Get outta here, Glory."

Glory's final task, before they deployed to Aargonar, was to attempt to fix her mental shields. She sat on the medbay office floor with her legs crossed and eyes closed, trying her hardest to remember Jango's teachings.

Her mind used to be a safe space full of positivity and medical knowledge, but now Ventress' memories had stained every corner with pain and hatred. She continued to see Narec being shot, Ventress' agonised scream as she caught her Master's body echoed around her head.

-stop thinking about him-

Glory snapped her eyes open, it sounded like Ventress was yelling in her ear but the office was empty still. She closed her eyes once more and tried to concentrate. She couldn't help Narec, he died years ago from an unsalvageable injury.

-get out of my head-

Ventress' memories seemed more painful like normal, Glory felt a stabbing pain in her chest whenever she encountered the scenes. She could see fire as red as blood and when she blinked, she was certain that the medbay office was alight with flames, but she could feel no heat.

-stay away from me-

Glory could detect the odd hiss of human pain, it was female, and her medic instincts went haywire. She located the source of Ventress' pain and it made her dizzy; blood loss. It didn't matter if it wasn't possible, Glory reached out and applied pressure.

-why are you helping me-

Glory wished she could respond but the more she tried to heal the wound, the more tired she became. She had heard of Force-healing, never been lucky enough to witness it in action, but she knew that it was not a skill she could just learn and practise.

Ventress grew stronger as she healed and with one big push, Glory was thrown from her mind and woke up on the office floor, chest heaving and sweating as if she'd been doing CPR for hours.

She raised her hand to wipe her forehead but stopped with a red mark caught her eye. The palm of her right hand was covered in a thin layer of blood, it was already dry. What she just accomplished was not something a clone should ever be capable of, not even one trained by Jango himself.