"Are you sure this looks good?" Obi Wan asked, looking himself over in the mirror. He shifted from one foot to the other, tugging on the clothing he was wearing, half expecting it to change colors.

"Very good," Hizashi said with a thumbs up. "If I weren't in a committed relationship I would be asking you out."

"I would turn you down," he said only for his eyes to go wide. "Not because there is a problem with you asking me. It's just, that is, being a Jedi-"

Anakin let out a laugh. "Look at you blushing, Master! I didn't know you could get tongue-tied."

Obi Wan took a calming breath, centering himself. "Yes, Anakin, you have discovered my weakness."

"Let's be glad Dooku isn't here to find out about that or he'd be replacing Ventress with male Twi'leks!"

"Yes, because if he were here he'd also be cloning Padme and making up an entire army of her to face you."

"To be fair, General, I think an army of the Senator would take down many of us," Rex commented.

The Jedi master smirked at that before looking himself over in the mirror once more. "I have to admit I do like these clothing," he said, tugging on the light brown jacket. It was made of a canvas-like material but looked rather nice; it didn't make him look like some poor farmer from the agri-corps who made their shirts out of any discarded piece of fabric they could find. Under that he had a darker brown vest (but made of a rather soft and supple material) and then finally something Hizashi told him was a 'turtle-neck'. All he knew was it came up rather high on his neck but he'd always preferred his clothes being tight around his throat. Qui Gon had gotten so annoyed when he'd requested new undergarments because they got stretched out. Completely the outfit was a pair of 'blue jeans' which seemed to be rather aptly named, and a pair of high quality boots.

"I figured since you have that whole college professor vibe that we should run with it," Hizashi stated.

"You do have that," Anakin said, sitting on a padded chair next to the dressing room. Hizashi had told them that the store had the best clothing for men and a lot of pro heroes shopped at the chain to get their casual duds.

"Do you even known what a college professor is, Anakin?" Obi Wan asked.

His former padawan scratched at his chin. "Well… no, but you totally have the vike."

"Vibe," Hizashi stated before walking over to a pile of clothing and tossing them to Anakin. "You're turn."

"Right, sure. You remember what-"

"You asked for?" Hizashi did finger guns. "Oh yeah! You like to tinker so they need to be heavy duty. Prefer darker colors. And the gloves. Though not sure why that's a big deal."

"Metal hand," Anakin said from within the dressing room, taking off his normal glove to reveal the metal that made up his right forearm and hand that he waved above the door for the pro to see.

Hizashi's eyes went wide at that and he let out a whistle. "Now THAT is something! There are support techs that would love to get a look at that!"

"I'll make them another one… not in the mood for them to pick at this one."

"You MADE that?" Hizashi asked in surprise. "I knew you were handy…"

"Oh yes, Anakin is very skilled," Obi Wan said. "Prosthetics like that aren't rare but they aren't common so he wasn't happy with what he was provided at first. He built that himself… the healers at the temple were just as eager to look at it as you are."

Hizashi shook his head. "I mean it, Anakin… stuff like that is real important. Can you feel with it?"

"Not great but I get a general sense. Though the force helps, honestly." They heard Anakin hopping about and then the rustle of cloth.

"It's easy to forget you guys are from space," Hizashi told Obi Wan softly. "Then you reveal that or those light swords of yours…"

"Yes," Obi Wan said, "I can imagine that we are as much of a culture shock as all of you are to us." He looked at his belt before picking up his lightsaber and tucking it into his coat, figuring that it would be better to keep it hidden. His tunic and other clothing was quickly stuffed in one of the bags that sat around; once he'd settled on that outfit Hizashi had sent in a request for similar designs and now Obi Wan had about 10 different outfits he would have to organize once he got back to his apartment. "I assure you I will find a way to pay you back for this."

"Its okay, UA is footing the bill. And I am sure Nedzu already has thought up ten ways you can pay us back even before you give us some tech ideas."

Obi Wan opened his mouth to say more only for Rex to walk out of another dressing room, arms full of clothing which he carefully set down before standing back up. "I'll stick with these," he said, gesturing to the simple blue t-shirt he was wearing which looked like it had been painted onto his muscular frame and the matching blue jeans.

"Nothing else?" Hizashi asked, looking at the pile.

"Won't work good with my armor. With these I can strap it on real quick if there is an emergency. Will get too hot with the rest of this."

Hizashi, to his credit, shrugged. "Hey, we want you to be comfortable." He went to get the clothing only for Rex to suddenly reach out and grab his coat. "Uh… problem?"

"This isn't normal fabric," he said, fingering it. "Heavy… with something else."

"Oh right," Hizashi said with a grin, standing back up. "It's armored."

"Armored? Really?" Obi Wan said in surprise.

"It won't stop explosive rounds but it does deal with bullets okay. Knives too."

Rex poked at the inside of his cheek. "How do I get one?"

"Well, my Agency gets a support company to custom make them for me… one moment." He pulled out his phone, something that Hizashi had mentioned the five would be getting as they would be rather handy to have on hand. "Okay, so fashion designers are always sending over clothing for free in hopes I'll wear them on give them some free publicity. When a hero changes their costume design that is a big deal. New posters, new action figures, all sorts of things. Here are a few that I got recently… like any of them?" He began to scroll through the photos of jackets until Rex suddenly pointed.

"That one," he said.

"Military style," Hizashi said, looking at the photo and then back at Rex, imagining him in it. It came down to just above the knee, was a dark gray, and had plenty of armor in it. A lot of pockets too. "Yeah… yeah I think it will work. We might need to have you get fitted but I can arrange for it to be brought over. If you like it you can just have it! Better than it sitting in my closet."

"Thank you, sir," Rex said formally.

"Well, I'd ask for an armored jacket too but I like what I found!" Anakin said as he stepped out. He'd gone with browns like Obi Wan but much darker in color, near black. A heavy long sleeve tee and thick work khakis that wouldn't tear as he worked on projects. He had on a dark coat that was made of a stiff and hardy canvas material, making it similar to Obi Wan's but also vastly different; longer and with a larger collar. He'd put on a new glove and reached down to tug at his boots, making sure that they were straight before giving a little spin. "Well?"

"Very nice Anakin," Obi Wan complimented. "Practical and fitting with people I see wandering about."

"Thank you," Anakin said with a smirk before tucking his own lightsaber in his jacket; he made a mental note to work out some kind of holster that would keep it from tumbling out. "What coat did you pick out, Rex?" He looked at the phone as Hizashi held it out. "Yeah, that will suit you well!"

"Thank you Ge…Anakin." He frowned. "That is going to take some getting used to.

"Yes it will but we know you'll manage," Ahsoka said, alerting the men that the ladies were back. Hizashi went to write up the orders for Anakin and Rex, leaving the three new arrivals to stare at their female companions.

"I see you honored your Jedi roots," Obi Wan said, looking over Ahsoka's outfit. She'd gone with a sleeveless turtleneck in a chocolate color with matching gloves that went up to her elbows.

"We talked her into pants," Nemuri said with a playful smile. "And out of the belly-bearing shirt."

"I don't see what the big deal is," Ahsoka pouted.

"I'm a teacher, Ahsoka, I like to look after my student. Especially the girls."

"And you're the +18 Superheroine?" she retorted.

"Which should tell you something."

Padme shook her head. "They've been like this the entire time."

"…"

"Anakin?"

"…"

Padme frowned, looking herself over. Nemuri had insisted she not worry about the cost of her clothing and gotten a number of outfits she could mix and match to give her a wide array of options. At the moment she had on a black long sleeve with a red knitted pull over, jeans that Nemuri assured her were 'designer' and a pair of matching sunglasses that the teacher had informed her she HAD to have.

"Do I look okay?"

"I think the problem is you look better than okay," Ahsoka teased.

"…"

Padme chuckled and kissed her utterly out of his husband. "Glad you approve. Now then, shall we head back to the apartment?"

Nemuri shook her head. "Oh no… you guys need SO much more!"

"More… what?" Rex asked, worried.

"Everything!" Nemuri said in glee.

Rex didn't need to Force to sense the danger he and the other were in.

~MC~MC~M~

"I still think you should have gotten something a bit more colorful, master," Ahsoka said, glancing at Obi Wan as he fiddled with the new phone Nemuri and Hizashi had gotten him. They'd just left the mobile store, each of the new arrivals now sporting brand new phones that had already been set up with each other's contact info as well as Nemuri, Hizashi, and Nedzu's personal numbers.

Ahsoka was fighting the urge to look over the phone, more focused on observing the world around her. She didn't have the situational awareness Obi Wan did so she couldn't give the phone the focus she wanted to give it and still look around at all the different things around her. And she would have all her focus on the phone as it was an amazing piece of technology that managed to actually put what they had in their galaxy to shame. It was like a datapad and a communicator merged together. There were weaknesses, as she'd been warned that there were areas where she wouldn't be able to connect to 'the net' and it held only a fraction of the data that a datapad could… but it was still nice to discover that this world wasn't utterly backwards.

"I prefer function to form," Obi Wan told her. Ahsoka and Hizashi had debated covers for her phone while Padme had selected several cheap but colorful ones that she could quickly change out to match whatever outfit she was wearing. Rex had been utterly overwhelmed by everything and finally just settled on a basic white cover that made his phone water/shock/drop proof.

"So what are these exactly?" Anakin said, having stopped to look at a small counter-shop. Hizashi couldn't help but grimace as he turned to see just what had caught the man's attention; Anakin had stopped at one of those Knock-Off booths. It was filled with merchandise not authorized by the different hero agencies… and not just because the seller wanted to make a bit of extra money. The booth mostly sold shirts and the depicted all manner of decidedly family-unfriendly images printed on them.

There was a chibi All Might flashing his winning grin… as he peed all over a knocked out Endeavour. Ryukyu in an outfit DECIDELY not approved by any of her support staff due to how it barely covered her up, the words 'Save Gas/Ride A Dragon' on it. There were the slapped together ones, such a shirt that was just a picture of Endeavour flipping the bird that had clearly been stolen from a photo some reporter had taken, and rather nice looking ones (still illegal due to lacking the rights to use the images) such as one of Gang Orca bursting through a wall, the style so nice that honestly Hizashi would have hired the artist to do some his merch if he could figure out who they were.

Thankfully it turned out Anakin wasn't looking at any of the shirts and instead was examining a basket on the top of the counter.

"Oh, those are patches," Hizashi said with a grin. He reached for one that had one of his own logo on it, his shades with the letters of his hero name making up the lenses, and flipped it over to find that it was official merch. "People like to get them and put them on hats and backpacks and stuff."

"And coats?" Anakin said as he began to rifle through the basket and pulled out one that had Midnight's M logo on it, shaped just like her belt buckle.

"Anakin…" Obi Wan said.

"What?" he asked. "It will let me personalize things. You don't mind when Rex and the clones do it."

"Yes but that is different," Obi Wan argued.

Padme spoke up. "Maybe a few days ago but now?"

Obi Wan opened his mouth before clicking it shut. "…I suppose you are right." He looked down at what he himself was wearing, to remind himself that he wasn't exactly in standard Jedi clothing. "I'm sorry Anakin, I had no right to judge."

His former Padawan stared at him for a long moment, startled that Obi Wan was giving in. He thought for a moment about teasing him only to mentally decide against that; his master had shown great maturity in backing down and it didn't feel right to pick on him for doing the right thing.

So instead he said, "That's okay, Obi Wan. This is… odd for all of us." He looked at the patches. "I just think this would be something fun to do."

"Perhaps whenever you meet a hero you get a patch?" Obi Wan suggested.

Anakin's eyes lit up at that and he laughed. "That's a great idea!" He began to dig through the basket. "Think they have some for the others?"

"Snipe perhaps but I doubt it," Nemuri stated. "Yamanda and I are the most famous of UA's teachers and get the most merch deals. Snipe has some fans but ones like Shouta? Not finding anything belonging to him."

"Well, unless we commission it!" Hizashi teased.

Anakin began to lay out the patches, asking Ashoka and Padme which one's they preferred while Obi Wan began to chat with Nemuri about their next stop; he wanted to get some books about the world so he could study up and find out more about Earth.

Rex looked around before leaning in towards Hizashi. "I need to hit the head."

"Over there," he said, pointing to a shop that sold comic books. "I've been in there before, they are good about letting people use the restrooms."

Nodding his thanks and promising not to wander off Rex headed to the bathroom. He did near to use it but he also needed to step away for a moment to calm himself. All the choices were making his head hurt and he didn't like feeling weak. He was a clone, one of many, and while he had done plenty to make himself stand out amongst his brothers he still could still look at them and see his own features. But picking out the clothing and his phone and hearing all the other suggestions that their new friends had given them… it was too much. It just reminded Rex that on this world… he wasn't a clone. He was just Rex. The only one like him on the entire planet. Possible the entire solar system. Maybe… maybe even the galaxy…

It was too much. He needed to ground himself.

"P-please give that b-b-back!"

Rex tensed as he pressed on the restroom door and hear the youthful voice stuttering and stammering.

He could make out three men, around Anakin's age or maybe a year or two younger. But close to his age, that was for sure. They were huddled around a figure who was on the floor, wearing dark clothing though Rex couldn't see much else due to their bodies blocking the young man's form. That he could tell though: the boy was young. Ahsoka's age if he had to guess from his voice.

"Aw, does the quirkless baby want his special shoes back?" one of the men, whose head looked a bit like one of the frilled lizards Rex had encountered on Geonosis, said with a laugh. He was dangling a red shoe up, the heavy-set man to his right lightly tossing the other shoe in the air.

"You think we didn't realize who you were? What you were?" the final man, who was rather tall and far too skinny to be healthy, cackled.

The first man leaned down. "I think they belong in the shitter. Just like you." He turned towards the stall… only to slam into Rex, who had snuck up behind him.

"You have three seconds to return the shoes," he warned them.

"Hey man," the lizard man said, jabbing his finger against Rex's chest, "no one tells me-"

Rex reached out, grabbing the man's finger and snapping it.

"BITCH!" the man screamed, dropping to his knees. That was a big mistake as Rex grabbed the lizard's head and drove it right into his knee, feeling the scaled snout crack from the blow. Lizard cried out, pressing his hands to his face, only for Rex to grab him by his shirt and haul him up… but only so he was in the perfect place for his fist to slam into his gut.

"Back off!" Fatty shouted, holding out his hands to reveal that the tips of his fingers had holes in them. He fired off blasts of air at Rex but the soldier dropped, lashing out with his foot into Fatty's ankle, causing him to topple back. Fatty cried out, the winds swirling around him as he fell, and Rex stomped down on his hand, feeling the bones break and cutting off the winds. Rex snatched the shoe his opponent had been tossing from the air, placing with the other one on the floor before turning towards Stick, narrowing his eyes as the tall man tried to puff up to look tough.

"You… I'm going to get the cops!" Stick shouted.

"Go," Rex told him. "I'd love to talk to'em."

Stick glared at him. "You… you think they'll care? He's quirkless!"

"I care. And Present Mic and Midnight, who I happen to be shopping with? They'll care."

"Present Mic?" Fatty moaned. "No way you fucking know Present MIc."

Rex held up his phone, pressing the contact button and hitting Hizashi's number. After two rings the man's voice filled the bathroom. "Hey Rex? You get loss?"

"Nah, just ran into some… fans."

"Fuck, that is Present Mic," Stick whispered, backing away from Rex.

"Need me to come in?" Hizashi asked worriedly when he heard that.

"We're going! We're going!" Stick cried out in fear, helping Lizard up, Fatty practically scrambling on the floor like a Kaminoian Crab in order to escape the restroom.

"Those three make Clankers look like geniuses," Rex rumbled as he hung up before moving to check on the victim of the attack. "You okay kid?"

The boy nodded, slowly reaching out for his shoes. He was wearing a uniform of some kind, hands trembling as he reached for his shoes and began to tug them on. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder and he seemed unsure if he wanted to cling to it or use it as a potential shield.

"I won't hurt you, okay?" Rex said, settling down on the tile floor. Thankfully it was clean so he wouldn't have to hear the others tease him about getting his new clothes dirty already. "I'll just sit here, okay? I'm Rex, by the way."

The boy nodded, reaching up and rubbing the tears from his eyes, his messy green hair sticky up in all direction. "Mi… Midoriya. I'm Midoriya."