All of XYZ was sitting on their new beds- and who knew it could feel so good! It was their home and they were together! They hadn't seen Cody yet, but Waxer and Boil had shown them the way here. They were staying in an average room. There were bunk beds on the sides of the room with the perfect amount of beds for all of them. They had a table in the centre of the room that was collapsible, so they had set it up, Ram bringing out a pack of sabacc cards he claimed that he'd swindled from a filthy spice trader. But Calmer and Spek exchanged a look that probably meant he just bought them from somewhere. No one commented though, letting him have his fun. They each chose their own bunks and made it theirs by flopping on it. Sly, they joked, had forfeited the right to their half of XYZ when he chose to have the bunk above Calmer. That in turn left Camera to go below Plank - which Plank didn't mind. Camera seemed a nice person.

His armour, like all of XYZ's, was uncoloured, ranging only from white to black.

Now they were all lounging on the bunks. A slight murmur filled the room as they chatted casually. Plank thought it was high time they got to know these guys. "So," he started, and the room looked at him.

Oof, a bit of pressure.

Plank gestured to Calmer, "How'd you get your name?"

That got a laugh from Calmer and he grinned evilly at Sly, whose eyes widened significantly, an odd sight for the usually uncaring trooper. Completely ignoring Sly's tiny alarm, Calmer grinned even wider. Plank could feel a similar expression spread across his face. With all the... Mynoc talk that had, to his great misfortune, been spread around rather eagerly, Plank KNEW that look by this time.

"That is a HILARIOUS story, I actually got my name because of Sly!" Calmer spoke as he gestured to his batchmate; Calmer casually leaned back and picked up his helmet absentmindedly. Sly poked his head down the top bunk so he was looking directly at Calmer; he narrowed his eyes at him in a warning fashion.

"Calmer - Vod, I'm SURE you aren't going to tell them that? Riiiiight?" he said in a smooth tone, turning his head ever so slightly.

That immediately got everyone else's attention and they sat up straighter. Apparently one of the greater parts of becoming a team was gossip. Eavs would be pleased. Plank eagerly shifted to give Sly and this update his full attention. "Sly- Are you saying there is an embarrassing story about you? The great sly one?"

Sly said, "No!" At the same time, Calmer said, "Yes!"

Sly flipped around once again so he was still hanging down, but he was able to see the whole room, and all of their expressions. He crossed his arms. "You will NOT ask about that!"

"Oh, we DEFINITELY will!" Snipe said, chuckling at the reversed roles. Though Sly's face was mostly covered in tattoos, the remaining parts that were his golden bronze skin, were blushed.

Then his gaze came to Plank and he pointed to him, "If Calmer's telling that story to you- Then I'll tell you the story of the Mynocs."

Plank immediately jerked, scrambling off his bed and into the middle of the room, eyes wide. "No!"

The room looked towards him with a curious smile, Camo and Crusher laughing at his antics. Camera, whom he was still hoping to make a good impression on, looked at him from the bottom bunk, raising an amused brow, "Does our Commander have a similar story for how he got his name?"

Plank straightened up in an attempts to fix it and started talking at the speed of light. "No I just mean we PROBABLY shouldn't share stories that people don't want to be shared and that we should DEFINITELY move on to someone else and how about you Camera - how'd you get your name?" He ended, hoping to move away from that conversation. No one in the room looked convinced at all but Camera obliged with a small chuckle.

"I have a photographic memory, I remember everything I've ever seen!" He said mimicking the snapping of a camera shutter. "I was named Camera because my batch mate did art secretly- and I could tell him every detail of what he wanted to draw. As if I was a camera!" He laughed at the end of it, as if imagining it.

"That's so cool!" Camo exclaimed. "That must have helped you a lot on Kamino!"

Camera nodded. "It did help - but since they didn't teach new stuff I got bored a LOT. And you know the saying - Idle hands are the devil's playground!"

Snipe cocked his head. "So what did you do to appease your boredom?"

At that Camera blushed slightly. Though it was faint on his skin, it was still prominent. Plank spoke up, smiling slightly. "We won't judge - I'm pretty sure we all do weird things."

There was a giggle from Camo, who was now lying with his head on Crusher's lap, Plank gave him a sideways look. The mynoc story really WAS out in the open.

Camera seemed to take his word for it and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I started doing origami."

The room looked surprised, and Datas, who had been silent until then, spoke up. "Origami enhances the ability to be aware of what is happening in the moment and focus. Origami has also been studied as a tool for children to develop spatial and perception skills, learn mathematics, refine dexterity and hand-eye coordination, as well as improve concentration." Then Plank suddenly felt a wave of anxiety roll off of him as Data jerked slightly. Not enough for the others to see, but enough for Plank to sense so. He spoke again with a laugh. "I think they don't consider the number of papercuts you could get though!"

Camera laughed in agreement.

"You knew that off the top of your head?" Plank asked, his feeling of being impressed triumphing over his curiosity about the cause of Data nerves. Plank hadn't really reached to gather anyone's general feelings with the Force before - and he was curious about Calmer's half of XYZ as well as his own. What were they actually feeling that he couldn't see on the outside?

Data laughed. Currently he was on the bottom bunk below Ram and could barely be seen from beneath his legs. Ram seemed to notice and offered Data a hand, which he took, and pulled himself up to the top bunk to sit next to him.

In full light, they could fully see him and what was most astonishing- was the cybernetics that went around the top of his head. They were rather bulky, and stuck out a few centimetres. Now Plank hadn't really noticed him before, even when they had gathered last time - and he'd had a helmet on, so the cybernetics hadn't been noticeable previously. They were quite startling.

They sat right above his brow, wrapping all the way around his head.

I wonder - what would happen if he tried to raise his eyebrows?

Datas noticed them staring and laughed again. "I just read stuff off of the holonet." He grinned. "So my name is preeeety obvious. I LITERALLY am a swirling cloud of data."

So far - Camera seems to be a more cheerful trooper, with a calm side. Data is the smarter one, but maybe… tried to hide it by acting normal. Whoa - that's actually good Plank. Feeling what my men are feeling. Whoa! They ARE my men. WAC.

"I am curious," Snipe started, head cocked. "Did Mliss give you those?"

Data shook his head. "No, actually. I already had them on Kamino."

That raised more questions because the Kammies were NOT the nicest of beings. They would NEVER give a normal clone cybernetics. At all. For 'clones are disposable' as they would always tell them. Plank shook his head lightly to get rid of those depressing thoughts that were still so engraved in his head. Kamino hadn't been but a few months ago, and it was all still so clear. Personally - Plank has always believed they were worth something more, but only to other clones. Anyone else, any other being in the galaxy looked down on them and probably hates them. And Mliss. At least that thought was a nice one. Looking around briefly, he saw that the others seemed to be trapped in their own thoughts about that matter as well.

"Sorry," Data said, also shaking out of his own thoughts. "Didn't mean to bring everyone down."

More anxiety rolled off of him and Plank sought to amend it. "It's alright - I am curious, why did they give you those?"

Data seemed relieved at the change of pace and spoke as he looked off to the right. "Well, when I was a cadet I was tasked with cleaning one of the medical bays after… something happened earlier that day. And I fell headfirst into the open computer. I don't remember what really happened, but I woke up a few weeks later and they told me that some wires from the system had attached to my brain waves and they gave me these so that I could be of help. Then of course XYZ came along and it was the perfect opportunity."

There was silence as they mulled on that then Crusher spoke up for the first time, his deeper baritone filling the room. "Are you interfaced with Kamino's system?"

A certain unease, Plank noted, came off of Crusher. But it was gone before Plank could properly find out what it meant.

Hm - A task for later.

Data nodded. "Yeah, I am.

The room nodded in appreciation before Ram spoke. His voice had a slightly higher note to it. "And I'm called Ram because I accidentally got trapped in my sleeping pad, and I used my head as a ram to get myself out!"

That got a laugh out of everyone and Data gave Ram a playful shove in which Ram did a playful knocking with his head to emphasize his point.

The room turned to the last part of the other half of XYZ, Spec. Spec was the only one in the group that had yet to take off his helmet.

Seeing everyone looking at him expectantly, Spec sighed deeply and pointed at them. "Okay, I've already told Calmer, Data, Camera, and Ram, but you have to promise you won't laugh."

Something silly then? Honestly- I don't think you can get sillier than Plank. I mean - it's a LITERAL BLOCK OF WOOD. I'm a woodblock.

Plank raised his hands and surrendered. "I promise. My name says I'm a block of wood, so I won't laugh at all."

That got a few laughs that made Plank happy and Spec nodded, then lifted his hands to take off his helmet. There was a suspenseful silence, then Spec took it off.

"I'm named Spec," he said, embarrassed. "Because I need glasses."

It was true! A pair of round thin-rimmed glasses were over his eyes- making him look like a genius.

"That's nothing to be embarrassed about," Snipe assured him with a small smile. "Plenty of civvies wear Glasses."

"Yeah, but not clones," Spec explained the source of his embarrassment. Calmer stood and then sat next to the weapons expert and slung an arm around his shoulders.

"Trust me Vod - there are some MUCH more embarrassing things to be named. Then he grinned and turned to Plank. "Now how about you lot - how'd you get your names?"

Plank decided it was best to get him out of the way first. "So, I was named Plank because I used to have NO sense of balance."

When he didn't elaborate Camo turned to him puppy-eyed.

Oh, evil move, Camo. So evil.

Plank sighed and elaborated further. "My batchmates wanted to do a test to see ACTUALLY how off my equilibrium was - so they convinced 99 to bring us a Plank of wood-"

"Why in the galaxy would the Kammies have Wood?" Camera remarked," I'm pretty sure the place is all durasteel."

Plank shrugged. "I have no idea- but they got the Plank of wood and convinced me to try and walk across it. Um - needless to say, I 100% fell flat on my face." Now that Plank had a home he didn't mind sharing THIS embarrassing moment. The Mybics though - too far. Then he grinned. "I actually broke my nose falling - which led to an even more embarrassing trip to the medbay - and then the medics asked how I broke my nose. And of course, they had to tell, to my great mortification. And then the medic called my Plank, and it stuck!"

By that time, everyone was looking both as though they were trying not to laugh, and a bit pityingly.

Calmer slapped Spec on the shoulder. "See? You could have been named after something like that."

Plank laughed again, amused by his own misfortune. "Yeah! It was HORRIFIC and especially when you were now known to the medics as Plankie boy."

That pretty much set off a mountain slide of laughter, Spec had to take off his glasses as they fogged up. "Okay okay," Spec said as he finished laughing. "I must admit I feel much better about my name."

Plank shook his head, torn between embarrassment and amusement. "Yup. So, that's me!"

Camera grinned and turned to Data. "Tell me you have a picture of that as part of your system!"

Plank sat up straight, alarmed. That would be…

"I do!" Data exclaimed excitedly. Plank's expression dropped into one of horror as the room rushed over to where Data pulled out a datapad and synced it with his cybernetics.

"Sorry Plank," Sly grinned. "This is FAR too good to pass up." Camo was standing on his tiptoes to peer over Snipe's shoulder, Snipe stepped out of the way to let him through and he stepped in eagerly. "Agreed!" he said cheerfully.

"Camo," Plank said with mock shock. "I expected this from SOME of these guys-" he looked at them pointedly- "But you?"

Camp gave a small shrug, still grinning cheekily.

Hmph- this is the LAST time I fall for Camo's puppy eyes. . . Yeah - probably not.

Then Data brought up the picture and Plank had to face the wall in shame, imagining himself wearing a pointed hat. It wasn't a picture. In fact, it was a video. And, boy, did he look like a clumsy wimp. Mishap was encouraging him to walk across the plank of wood and he refused only to have Eavs shove him on it. He LITERALLY took one step and fell flat on his face. Then Plank starched the pad from Data.

"I don't think . . ." Plank said holding it close to him. "We shouldn't be watching this."

Data nodded, a small crooked grin on his face. "Of course - we need to let the others tell them how THEY got their names!"

"Yeeeeeees," Plank said, playing on his obvious lifeline. "Slyyyyyyyy you go next!"

Sly wiped a tear of laughter out of his eye and slapped Plank on the shoulders. "Vod - you are amazing,"

Plank honestly didn't know what to think of that so he crossed his arms and gestured for him to continue as if none of this had ever happened. Sly laughed and turned to the room as they all returned to their beds.

"Okay, I was nicknamed Sly because I have an affinity for sneaking up on people," he said, eyes drifting away in memory, until Calmer snickered.

"Yeah, like on Zalu Ze," he said in a low voice.

The effect was instantaneous. Plank stiffened, the hairs on his neck rising. Sly whipped around to glare at Calmer, looking betrayed. "Calmer- that was a SERIOUS issue! I LITERALLY almost got reconditioned! And you said you wouldn't say anything!"

Calmer laughed. "Hey, you kept your head, didn't you? Oh, and since it's out- I managed to calm down Zalu when he was in a complete rage by diverting his attention, so Sly nicknamed me Calmer because of my amazing pacifying skills of a surprisingly angry Kaminoan."

Of course that kriffin' Kammie was angry - he was probably high on spice!

Plank was still seething at him, remembering the painful gnawing of hunger after being deprived of food. He glared into space. He had almost made them fail their final test. If it wasn't for Mliss… Sly seemed to pick up on Plank's mood and looked at him questioningly, which in turn made Calmer look at him questioningly, then the entire room looked at him questioningly. Plank blinked at how quickly everyone had turned to look at him, they were all quite in sync.

"Heh. He grinned sheepishly. "I have a thing against Zalu."

Even the word tasted bitter on his tongue.

Sly nodded. "Understandable - what happened?"

Plank pulled his legs up into a cross-legged position, finding it more comfortable. "I can't actually say." He rubbed the back of his neck as he recalled. "But, in short, I've decided that Zalu is evil. I hate him."

He could send the surprise of Camo, Crusher, Snipe and Sly. It was true - he wasn't the type to hate people. But Zalu wasn't a person - he was a kriffing monster.

After a few seconds of silence, Sly nodded once again. "That is 100% believable."

There was another moment of silence before Calmer gestured to Camo. "So, how'd you get your name, kid?"

Camo turned his head back to the room. From his position on Crusher's lap, he shifted slightly, clearly a bit uncomfortable about sharing the story. "Uh, it's nothing special. I was nicknamed Camo because I blended in with everyone else - just sorta faded into the background." He looked down to his gloves and absentmindedly began picking at them. "So, yeah. At one of the last training exercises, they forgot I was late, and they completely didn't realize anything was different. Later when they found out, they nicknamed me Camo and it stuck." He blushed and glanced up to the room to see what they were thinking. For Camo, Plank didn't need the Force to tell what he was feeling. He stood up, walked over and hugged him.

"You're always appreciated with us, Camo," he said. Crusher stood up too and hugged both of them, then Snipe, Sly, Calmer, Spec, Ram and Data joined in for a huge group hug. When they broke apart, Camo wipes his eyes a bit.

"Thank you," he mumbled, blushing. Crusher patted his lap and Camo smiled and lay back down. "You guys are the best family I ever could have hoped for."

A warm feeling filled Plank's heart as he looked around the room, in complete agreement. There was a moment of happy silence before Data gestured to the large trooper Camo was using as a glorified pillow.

"I think I can guess the origin of your name." He said with a small smile.

Crusher gave a slow nod, and spoke in his unusually low baritone. "Yeah - I got my name pretty early. I didn't know my own strength for a while, and would accidentally crush anything I was holding."

Plank reached out into the Force towards him, and noticed his immense guilt. Plank frowned ever so slightly; what was that about?

Camo seemed to pick up on it and smiled warmly at Crusher who gave a small grin back.

"And your name is also pretty self-explanatory," Camera said, gesturing to Snipe as he flopped himself down lazily.

Snipe nodded and jabbed a thumb at his chest," Yup! Snipe cause I'm a sniper!"

"But," Plank interjected. "If I recall, your name was changed during our training."

"Yeah," Calmer said slowly. "I remember that."

Snipe slumped slightly and nodded. "I hoped you wouldn't remember, but I was originally called Slip-Up. A quite literal name. I'll be honest and say it was because I fell in a giant gelatinous cube," he finished rather matter-of-factly.

Plank blinked. He had done a LOT of accidental things, but a giant gelatinous cube seemed a bit unrealistic.

"Basically the Kammies," Apparently they had now decided that was their nickname. "Were creating a new type of bacta, or experimenting with it at least, and I literally fell into it when it was a giant gelatinous cube." Snipe spoke flatly.

XYZ was regarding him with a cocked head and Spec spoke first. "I must say, I wasn't expecting that."

Snipe nodded. "Yup - so you can imagine that at the first possible opportunity I changed my name to represent who I actually am."

Plank nodded, and not for the first time considered changing his own name. Each time though, he decided not to. Plank was now who he was! He couldn't just change that.

"You know-" Calmer started, but before he could say whatever he was going to say, the door to their room slid open and they all turned to it, not expecting anyone.

Their favourite troopers- Boil and Waxer- were standing there grinning.

"So, here I am walking along," Waxer started, walking in like he owned the place, to the great amusement of the others. "And I realize that you are ALL still shinies, am I right?" He looked around the room, clearly expecting a sort of reaction, so XYZ obliged and all nodded - except for Sly, who gave an eyeroll instead. "And I ALSO came to the conclusion," Waxer continued matter-of-factly, "that this is your first break for R&R on Coruscant - and that you've never actually seen it. That is right again?"

Again they all humoured him, even Sly, out of pure interest of where this was going.

"So I was thinking you could come out with us!" Waxer finished excitedly. "I've asked Cody, and he said that he trusted Plank as a commander, and it was up to him!"

Plank couldn't help swallowing a bit at that, and he tried not to look astounded at that statement.

Oof - pressure! Ahh! Decisions! Gagh - trust!

Waxer turned to him excitedly. "Ya up for it?"

Trying to play it cool, Plank looked around the room for the others' reactions. Snipe, Crusher, and Data shrugged and the others flopped back on their beds.

"I think I'm getting some shut-eye," Calmer said, leaning comfortably against the bedpost. "You guys can live it up, though."

Plank literally had no idea how to enact those words.

"So, who wants to go?" Plank asked, mentally trying to decide whether this was a good idea. Could he balance being a Commander and Brother? Could he still be a good Commander? Will I feel like a freak? Will everyone avoid me? This whole thing quickened his heart rate but he stretched into the Force for peace, covering up his presence like Mliss taught him.

"Sounds fun," Data said, standing up and stretching out his arms. Snipe and Crusher stood as well. "I agree," Snipe said with a nod.

Camo looked rather sad that Crusher was leaving, but didn't seem willing to get out of bed. Sly was the only member from his half of XYZ that would be staying and it was clear they didn't really get on. Not because of anything particular - just because of different personalities.

Plank turned back to Waxer who had his hands clasped in front of him pleadingly. "Sure, we can go, then."

Waxer exploded into a happy dance and Boil rolled his eyes at his brother's antics. Plank hopped off of the top bunk, smiling. Crusher and Camo were sorta like that.

"We'll be going with a few other 212th people," Boil informed them, significantly calmer than his counterpart.

Plank smiled, having a sneaking suspicion his batchmates would be amongst them. "Sounds good."

Come to think of it, amongst the 10 members of XYZ, they have to have… He was impressed at the number: 49 batchmates spread across the legions. He would have to ask the others who their batchmates are, though he would NOT be able to memorize all their names. That was his one (he almost rolled his eyes at that thought) weakness - names.

Sure enough, when he came into the hall behind Boil and Waxer, there were many troopers, and among them his batchmates, who gave enthusiastic waves to which he smiled.

There were also some faces he didn't recognise. Waxer was grinning like a madman, and in all honesty, Plank was rather wary of the trooper. He seemed the mischievous sort. They stopped at the group and Boil gestured to them," Wooley, Crys, Zen and Eavs will be joining us tonight-"

Each trooper gave a wave and or head nod as his name was called out. Then he addressed those said people. "And for those who don't know, this is Plank, Crusher, Snipe, and Data."

Plank dipped his head good-naturedly. "Nice to meet you."

Wooley seemed to be scanning them, but returned the gesture. "Likewise."

Waxer grinned widely. "Now that we've been acquainted, let's get goooooooooing!"

His excitement was contagious and Plank found himself laughing as they started down the halls. They went to the docking bay and took two speeders, exiting the barrack.

Though he tried to hide it, Plank was excited. He had never SEEN Coruscant. The last time he was here, he only went from transport to the training area. Glancing beside him, Crusher looked calm as usual, but Snipe was grinning madly.

Boil was driving their speeder, much to their relief, as Waxer's speeders occupants, Crys, Zen and Eavs, looked like they were holding onto their seats for dear life as they zoomed ahead of them.

Wooley and Boil were in the front and the other three at the back. They drove through a large intersection and came out on the other side. Plank looked in hidden awe at all the lights. The business, and all the COLOUR! Kamino was all white, Mliss' ship was grey. But this - this was so BRIGHT! Plank didn't think he could name half the colours he saw!

"Wow-" He heard the awestruck whisper from Snipe next to him. From the passenger seat beside the driver, Wooley turned to face them, laughing. "Yup - I almost forget how new it is to shinies!"

Snipe nodded, unable to tear his eyes away. "Yeah - There's so much colour!"

Crusher gave a low chuckle," I honestly didn't think there were this many colours in the galaxy."

Wooley laughed again before turning a grin to Plank. "Ya know, just because you're a Commander, it doesn't mean you can't be amazed with Coruscant."

That was all the prompting Plank needed, because his eyes widened instantaneously as he took in everything. That made everyone laugh, Snipe nudging him playfully with his elbow.

"So, we're heading to 79's," Boil informed them. "It's a clone bar, drinks, games, and all, made for us. It's great there - you'll love it!"

Then Plank got a sobering thought. He couldn't drink without a risk of him doing something crazy with the Force. He turned back to the twinkling lights of the galaxy's largest city, and smiled.

Ah well, I'll still have fun. If it's only laughing at my Vods' hangovers.

The speeder swung a corner and they parked a small ways away. Boil hopped out of the driver's seat. "We're here!"

A/N OH MY GOODNESS I WAS UNDER S ROCK FOR A WEEK! Okay- anyways. I FINALLY finished this chapter. It's a funny one :) I think. Siiiiiiiigh. There is one thing though... I decided to write about 79's... without having been to a bar in like a year... Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I WONDER HOW THAT WILL GO! Anyways :) Thanks to all who read this XX