It's not even a whole ship. It's a very small section of a ship that survived explosion that destroyed the rest of the ship. But scans did indicate that it did have useful materials on board, so with great caution it was pulled into the Resistance new battlecruiser's landing bay.

It did have useful material on board; it also had eight clone-troopers frozen in carbonite.


To say Finn was curious about the clone-troopers in carbonite was like saying water was wet, fire was hot and the General was cranky if she didn't get her morning cup of cafe. He had learned a little about them prior to joining the Resistance, mostly that they had been the precursors to the Stormtrooper corps, and after, well, he learned enough to know they would not have been happy with the New Order's Corps. Poe had even known a few when he was little. So had the General, and she advised caution.

Which was why the Resistance was being so careful in their deliberations on what to do. Unfreeze them? Leave them be? Destroy them? In the end, BB-8 accidently solved the issue.

The little astro-mech droid had swerved to avoid a large load-mover on BB-8's way to where Finn and Poe were examining the carbonite blocks, and bumped into one of the frozen blocks. Maybe it was BB-8's apologetic beep in binary triggered something, maybe the bump jostled a loose part in the control mechanism, but the carbonite started to melt.

Finn was the first one at the side of the trooper who stumbled out. Finn almost instinctively unlatched the helmet when he felt panic thrumming from armored form. Finn held him as he coughed and shook.

The young man gave a final shake, broke free from Finn, and looked at him in surprise before snapping to attention.

"Sorry, sir, wasn't expecting that, sir. CT 11011 reporting, sir," the clone said nervously, then hesitantly, hopefully added, "are… are you our General, sir?"

Finn started to answer but the other blocks of carbonite were beginning to melt, and the other troopers were as stumbling and confused as the first. Later they would learn there was a trigger to unfreeze the others if one was unfrozen. Poe and other Resistance members rushed to help, but somehow, somehow the troopers all, blinking and gawking, seemed to end up clustered around Finn.

"Do you have names?" he asked, ready to name them on the spot.

"Sir?" CT 11011 asked, glancing back at his fellow clones. He seemed to be the leader.

"Something other than your identification numbers? I will give you names if you want," Finn answered earnestly, "You are more than numbers."

The troopers clustered tighter together, a communication shared with a look.

"I..I'm Dub Ones, or just Dubs, sir," he pulled himself up even straighter than before, something Finn and Poe wouldn't have thought possible, "These are Dee-dee, Prak, Moaner, Tooka, Gillee, Hi-Lite, and Spit-Take, sir."

"Spit-Take?"

Spit-Take smiled, and seven hands clapped over his mouth.

"All right, all right," Finn grinned, "I think I can guess."

"Yes Sir!" They all, except Spit-Take, answered.

"Okay, let's get you to the med bay for check-ups," Poe interjected.

The troopers didn't seem thrilled with that.

"We'll get some food in the mess afterwards," Finn assured them.

That did help get them all down to the medical bay with a minimum of confusion.

"No, you don't need to put your helmets back on, in fact please don't put them back on," Finn said, as he and Poe and BB-8 lead the eight young men through the corridor, with only one incident of one of the troopers starting off when he saw something interesting. Finn turned around in time to hear:

"…not now Deedee…"

And the trooper with a closely-cropped single stripe of hair on his head, Prak, pulled another clone back into line behind him and gave Finn a nervous smile. He shifted so Finn's view of the other clone was almost completely blocked.

Finn just gave him a friendly grin and a nod.

Once they reached the med bay, and the Clone Troopers were settle, Poe pulled Finn aside, flashing a reassuring smile at the clones.

"These are what I remember Uncle Rex referring to as 'shinies'" he said quietly, "I don't think they seen much combat."

Finn looked at the clones. They were all very stoic as the med-droids administered updated vaccines, and used a very precise needle-like instrument to destroy the bio-chips in their heads. But he saw the one who called himself Tooka smile and bump shoulders with Gillee and Moaner; he quietly said something and Finn could see nervousness lifting from them.

"They're just kids, aren't they?" Finn asked.

Poe considered that.

"I don't think they see themselves that way, and I'm not certain they would appreciate being viewed as kids," he admitted, "Now that they're unfrozen, we're synthesizing the anti-virus to slow their aging down to normal. General Organa's going to want to meet them."

Finn nodded.

"But I am going to be there," he looked at the clones again, "They're my responsibility."