*typing away on several other Star Wars fanfics at ten pm* Gee, Era, you should update General Kanine.

"But I just updated!" *checks update date* "Okay, so maybe it has been a little while. But not that long!"

You should still update.

Fine. I must be really tired.

To everyone, I have a fun little announcement at the end of this, albeit, short update. See you down there. In the meantime, please enjoy this... well, filler chapter? But hey, we have some fun with names.

On The Negotiator, Cody woke up to a high shrill sound. He rolled over on his sleeper and tried to block it out, but to no avail.

Someone in the barracks groaned, "What is that?"

A moan from the right told Cody that Woolley was up as well. "I don't know, but whatever it is, make it stop."

Boil groaned from the left, "Waxer, check it out."

"Why me?"

"You're on the bottom bunk…" Cody heard Boil roll over with a groan.

Waxer protested again, "It's too early to get up."

"It's almost five anyway. Get up."

"Why don't you get up?"

Cody gave up trying to block out the sounds and opened his eyes, blinking to get the sleep blur to fade. Everyone in the barracks was rolling and groaning about the noise, but not a single one was out of bed.

'The joy of being a commander…' Cody sat up and slung his legs over the side, standing up with a stretch. He groaned and rubbed the remaining sleep out of his eyes. "Alright men, everyone up."

A large protest rose up from the men, but Cody waved them all aside. Time to find the source of the whining.

He walked around the barracks, ignoring the groans and moans from the men. To his surprise, the cause was rather easy to find.

Obi-Wan was sitting at the foot of the door, whining. His head turned towards Cody and ran over, placing his front paws on the Commander's legs and looking up with his big eyes.

Cody stared, too shocked to respond. "General… is something wrong?"

A cute bark responded and Obi-Wan turned around and ran back to the door, scratching on the metal surface.

"Do you… want out?"

Obi-Wan wagged his tail furiously.

"Okay…" Cody opened the door and the dog shot out like a bullet as soon as he was able. Cody stood there for a moment before shaking his head slowly.

'So that just happened.'

The shinies were enjoying the puppy General.

Probably more than they should be.

CT-5711 was holding him in his lap, scratching him behind the ears, rubbing his tummy, and basically spoiling him rotten. His squadmates were gathered around trying to get their turns, but no one wanting to grab the dog away from their happy younger brother.

Finally, Buzzer had enough and attempted to pry the dog out of his brother's arms. "Alright fifty-seven eleven, my turn."

The clone in question made a pouty face but handed the dog over.

Obi-Wan immediately began to squirm, eager to get away. Buzzer growled softly and pinned the dog to his lap before looking the General over. "I don't see any cuts or anything."

Cliff rolled his eyes. "Buzzer, Bacta can take care of the dog's check-up. He is the head medic, after all."

"Well, did you hear his freak out the other day?" Buzzer argued, his medic instincts kicking into high gear. His voice became louder as he 'mimicked' Bacta (which was kind of pointless since they had the same voice). "'What do I look like? A vet? I work with humans! CLONES to be exact! A dog? A puppy!? Kriff, send me back to medical training!' He was about to chuck the dog into hyperspace!" Buzzer looked down, his eyes slightly narrowed, "And I see why. Hold still, Kenobi!"

Obi-Wan gave out a soft growl and lept out of Buzzer's hands before crouching to the ground, his eyes narrowed at the young medic.

Marsh rolled his eyes, placing his hand on Buzzer's shoulder, "You keep this up and you'll be the next Bacta…"

Buzzer seemed to brighten at these words. "Do you really think so? I want to be a good medic, and Bacta is one of the best!"

Dodge groaned from the corner and buried his head in his hands. "Kriff, there's two of them…"

CT-5711 tried to pick up Obi-Wan again, but it appeared that the Jedi had gone into his 'puppy mindset' and decided to play keep away. The clone attempted to grab the dog several times and found himself on the ground or simply missing. Meanwhile, Marsh and Buzzer were getting into an argument about the difference between a good medic and Bacta. Cliff rolled his eyes and was about to join Dodge in the corner when the other shiny squad that had arrived with them knocked.

"Hey! Checkered!" Click poked his head in, "Mind if we join you?"

Cliff grinned. "Hey, Light. As long as you don't mind Marsh and Buzz."

Trigger and Soft Shot, well, shot into the room and tried to grab Obi-Wan, but the dog ran under one of the bunks. Rift started to rant in Mando'a (again) at his brother Zee (who ignored him) something about proper dog training, but everyone else in the room couldn't keep up with the fast spouted words and phrases. Click shook his head and shifted through the scattered clones, avoiding anyone bumping into him as he tore the old communicator in his hands apart.

"Whatcha doin' over there, Click?" Cliff tried to grab the com, but Click made sure to keep it out of reach of his reckless brother.

Trigger popped up from underneath a bed, "He is still working on that transmitter collar. He won't leave it alone for a second."

"Well, I am getting sick of trying to find the General when he is missing. A missing person is hard enough, but a dog? Poor Commander Cody has almost lost it three times in the past week!" Click pried the com apart and examined the metal, checking its condition. "And a stressed Commander is a stressed unit."

Marsh patted his brother on the back. "Apparently, this is normal for Commander Pillow."

Rift plopped down on the barracks bed, watching CT-5711 run and slip around on the floor chasing the dog. "Alright, we need to get you a name!"

The announcement caught everyone off guard causing the youngest, nameless clone to drop the captured puppy back on the ground.

Marsh agreed immediately. "I honestly do not know why you do not have one."

Trigger grinned. "How about Shiny?"

"Uh, no." Soft Shot glared at his batchmate, "We don't want him to be a shiny forever!"

"But he already is!" Trigger argued back. The rest of the conversation did not include either of them because they were too busy arguing.

Rift suggested 'Hound' since CT-5711 loved the dog so much. Both Cliff and Dodge agreed that it was too fierce for their youngest brother. Buzzer brought up Fluffy, which was vetoed by everyone immediately. Marsh began suggesting names that had to do with communicating since that was what he was training to do. But no one really liked 'Knob' or 'Antena'. Meanwhile, their nameless brother continued to chase the puppy around the room, slipping and sliding on the freshly waxed tile of the ship.

Zee watched him, keeping silent, but growing frustrated with his brothers. A name was important and no one seemed to notice that the brother in question was not even paying attention. Zee was kind of withdrawn, but he cared about his brothers just as much, if not more than any clone, and CT-5711 was more than an average brother. He was the bright-eyed youth that survived the vigorous training that all clones went through, but somehow kept all of his childish cheer. But he was strong and would survive for many battles to come. Strong and bright…

The clone in question suddenly fell on the ground as he dove for the insane puppy, sliding across the waxed tile.

Something clicked in Zee's head and before he could stop himself, he yelled, "Tile! Leave the dog alone!"

'Tile' froze and looked at Zee, a peculiar expression on his face. He slowly grinned. "But General Kanine is so fluffy!"

Zee facepalmed as Tile ran around the room again, the dog barking and growling playfully with the clone. "Ti, you are going to-"

Marsh interrupted tapping his chin. "Tile… why Tile?"

Tile dove for the dog again. "I like it!"

Everyone else rolled their eyes but decided it suited their little brother. The nine of them went back to their activities (aka, one of them pulled out Sabak) and Tile finally gave up to go work on knitting.

Obi-Wan looked out from under the bed and internally smiled at the shinies. He enjoyed playing with them a little too much and would never admit how often he did it even in his normal mindset. But he loved watching their dynamic with each other. The general couldn't be prouder of his men.

Hallo again! Sorry about the wait, but I'm trying to finish this story. Good news! I got past the angsty part! Bad news! I'm putting off the ending. Ugh...

On better news, Commander Pillow is going to be getting some more chapters in the foreseeable future! They will be taking place before General Kanine and near the beginning of the Clone Wars. Aka, we get to meet the medic before Bacta. I'm actually really excited to post it so it will hopefully be done in the next little while. Hopefully. Who knows, I may get distracted by my other fanfics. Ugh.

Anyway, please leave a review about Tile's name. Do you like it? Do you think it would be better if he was just Shiny? Originally, my Padawan and I made him Tile because he was Waxer's "apprentice" in pranks. Waxer... Tile... get it? But that wasn't a good enough reason in the actual story so we had to come up with another explanation. I rather like it. Also, Tile is the one who started the whole "General Kanine" thing.

Gosh, I love these clones. *hugs the clones tightly* Why must I torture you all?

May the Force Be With You until next time!