Hi again, guys! :)

To kick off the 'Misadventures of Jedi Generals', I'm publishing my section of a story that I co-authored with Griffin Stone. The idea was hers, and she wrote the first part. To avoid duplicating the entire story, I'm not publishing her section here, but I highly recommend you hop over to her profile and check out the first chapter of 'The Brief Adventure of General Skyguy and Commander Snips', which was the inspiration for this story. . .The premise of this chapter, if you want to jump right in, is that Anakin has temporary amnesia. He thinks his name is Skyguy (courtesy of Ahsoka), and that Ahsoka's name is Snips (courtesy of Rex).

You have been warned. May the Force be with you.

"Landing now, General Kenobi," reported the pilot, turning his head.

Obi-Wan nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Crash."

"Crash?" Ahsoka clamped her mouth shut after her surprised outburst, and Cody gave her a dry look – with his helmet still in place. It was actually rather impressive. He must be upset about being volunteered for 'make-Anakin-stay-in-his-quarters' duty.

"Yes, sir," said Crash cheerfully. "I had to crash-land my first time out. Vulture droid slammed into the gunship."

"Well, thank goodness you landed." Ahsoka glanced at her master as the ship settled into the hangar bay with a light thump. "Skyguy, ready to go?"

"Where are we going?"

"Just to your quarters," she said, grinning at Cody, who was making himself as inauspicious as possible. It didn't really work, since he was the only clone with yellow armor in a group of clones with blue.

Tup and Crawl helped Charger out and headed for medbay right away.

Obi-Wan sprang out after them and straightened his robes. "Well, I see you have this handled, Cody."

". . . Of course, sir." Cody's obedient answer was a bit forced, and Obi-Wan must have heard it, because he smirked.

Anakin waved cheerfully at him. "Thanks for coming to get us, General Kenobi."

There was a long pause as everyone processed the very un-General-Skywalkerish words, and then Obi-Wan nodded graciously. "Of course. Skyguy."

The sudden cough that Rex gave might have been from the chilly air, but somehow Ahsoka doubted it. "Well," she said brightly. "I'm off to get something to eat."

It was shirking her duty as a padawan, and she knew it; but then, Master Kenobi was shirking his duty as a general and as a master, so. . .

"Okay," her own master said. "See you later, Commander Snips."

Ahsoka glared at Rex and repeated to herself the mantra Jedi do not seek revenge five times. It was hard to do, since Master Kenobi was chortling to himself, but she finally succeeded. Feeling proud of herself, she sauntered off to the mess hall, leaving Cody and Rex standing on the boarding ramp with her master.

"So. . ." said Cody, glancing at Rex. "Medbay first."

"Eh, good luck." Rex started down the boarding ramp. "Oz, Ringo, help the commander out and –"

"No," said Cody, taking his helmet off and moving to block Rex's escape. "I might not outrank Commander Tano . . . or General Kenobi. . . but I outrank you, Rex, old boy."

Rex started in surprise. Cody never pulled rank unless in an emergency situation where he had to work with difficult subordinates. In a flash of insight, he understood. This is an emergency situation with . . . well, I wouldn't say I'm difficult, exactly, but . . . Rex thought. Eh, who am I kidding. I'm being difficult.

He acknowledged the fact and did nothing to change his attitude. Instead, he thought quickly, hoping for a way out. Cody's eyes bore into his, and Rex adopted his 'blank' expression. The battle of wills went on for approximately thirty seconds, with neither clone looking away.

Then Anakin slung an arm over his captain's shoulders and said, "Come on, guys, let's get something to eat. I'm starved."

Rex jolted in surprise and Cody smirked maliciously.

"Uh," said Rex. "Sir, the medics have to check you out first. You can't eat with a head injury."

"Medics?" Anakin froze, and an uncertain frown crossed his face. "Wait. I think I don't like medics."

Cody facepalmed. "Of all things for him to remember."

"Captain Rex, if you don't need us anymore. . ." Oz sidled away, Ringo mirroring his movements on the other side of the ramp.

Rex sighed loudly. "Dismissed."

They turned in perfect synchronization and vanished into the hall, rather more quickly than they usually did. Rex found he couldn't really blame them. They'd been present during the last round of amnesia.

Crash had already disappeared as well, which was odd. Pilots usually tended to hang around for a post-flight checkout of their ships. Oh, wait. He'd been around last time, too. A lot of strange things had happened.

Anakin seemed to reach a conclusion just then, because he released Rex and sprang down the ramp. He nearly fell over as he landed, but straightened quickly. "We've got to get out of here. Rex! Cody! Where do they keep the medics?"

"In storage," lied Rex.

"Where's that?"

Rex pointed in the general direction of the hold, which just so happened to be opposite to the medbay. Convenient.

General Skywalker wavered, then turned and started walking away from the hold at top speed.

Cody watched him vanish around the corner. "Good thinking. I guess we should go after him."

Rex grunted. "You first, Commander."

They started after the Jedi at a casual walk.

Something in the hallway slammed into the ground with terrific force, and a metallic clang reverberated throughout the ship. The two clones broke into a run and entered the hall to see Anakin doubled over, one hand against his face.

"General?" said Rex, not too concerned. He was probably feeling the effects of his head injury.

"I thig I'b sig," mumbled Anakin.

Cody lowered his gun. "Could you repeat that, sir?"

"Yub." Anakin looked up at him and lowered his hand. "I thig I'b sig."

"I think," said Rex slowly. "He's saying 'I think I'm sick'."

"Yeah, gathered that." Cody glanced down the hall and narrowed his eyes. "What I'm wondering is why that storage unit has fallen over."

Rex shrugged. The 501st had seen no action for two days. It could be anything, up to and including Fives and Echo testing out their superiors' reflexes. Scratch that. Fives, maybe. Echo would just be busy trying to keep Fives out of trouble.

Anakin suddenly sneezed. At the other end of the hall, another storage unit tipped over.

Cody and Rex rotated toward each other in shock and concern.

"Rex," said Cody, in tones of quiet panic. "There was no one near that storage unit, was there?"

"Hate to tell you this, but no," said Rex, fighting back memories of the last time this had happened. "Uh, the general, he, uh."

He gestured vaguely. Cody shut his eyes and set his helmet carefully on another shelf. "Rex. Is he unintentionally using the Force?"

". . . Yeah."

"Does General Kenobi, by any chance, know about this – tendency – of General Skywalker's?"

". . . No."

"But this has happened before?"

". . . Yeah."

"And you didn't report it?"

". . . No."

This entire time, Anakin had been sauntering back and forth, examining the plain walls with great interest. Now he stopped. "Well, this is boring."

His voice was back to normal, thankfully. Not sick, then. Apart from a very obvious head injury. . .

Anakin walked over, stopped in front of Cody, and stared thoughtfully at him. "Are you hurt?"

"NO," said Cody, but his eyes were squinted against a headache.

Rex sympathized, really he did. "General, come with us."

"This hallway's boring," Anakin told him seriously. "Is the whole ship like this?"

"Of course not, sir." Rex had a brilliant idea. "Actually, there's a very interesting room just a short distance from here. It's got, uh. Lights and stuff."

Anakin looked confused.

"Machines," Rex supplied. "You like machines, sir."

"Really?" Anakin brightened. "Like ship engines?"

"Sort of," Rex answered, casually slipping a hand beneath Anakin's right elbow while Cody took his left. "And there are even some droids there."

"Let's destroy them!" hollered Anakin, reaching for his lightsaber, which thank the Force was not there. Ahsoka must have hidden it.

"No, General!" said Cody sharply as Anakin made to run off. "These aren't enemy droids. They're just. . ."

He slanted a sideways look at Rex, waiting for him to replace 'medical droids' with something safer. Rex rose to the challenge. "Helper droids."

Cody didn't seem impressed, but Anakin relaxed. "Oh, okay."

They walked past the mess hall, and Rex considered diving through the sliding doors and abandoning Cody.

"Don't. You. Dare." The snarl hadn't even sounded like Cody, but to Rex's shock, it was.

Kriff.

"Come on, Cody," said Anakin cheerfully. "Relax."

That, at least, sounded like the general – though he didn't usually talk to Cody quite so casually. They entered the lift, and Rex turned Anakin toward the far wall so he couldn't see Cody press the button for the medbay deck where Kix worked.

"Where are we going?" said Anakin.

Neither clone answered.

"Well, okay, if you want it to be a surprise." Now Anakin sounded grumpy.

A surprise? Medbay surprising the general?

All sorts of horrible pictures arose in Rex's imagination. A general with battle-honed instincts, who was also a powerful Jedi who could access the Force unintentionally, being unhappily surprised –

Oh, no. NO.

Cody, his mouth set in a grim line, reached behind Anakin's back and drew one of Rex's pistols, putting it on stun.

Rex jumped for the lift controls, hoping against hope that he could stop it in time –

Too late.

The doors sprang open.

Anakin peered interestedly out. "Hey, this looks – familiar –"

Kix came out of the entrance to medbay, dressed in his grey fatigues. "Hey, Rex, what's up?"

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" shouted Anakin, leaping from the lift. "Rex! Cody! How could you betray me?"

Cody lifted his gun. "Stand down, General!"

"Cody, no –"

Rex got no further. Anakin sprang forward, kicked the gun from Cody's hand, drew Rex's free gun, threw both weapons in the lift, and hit the button, sending the lift off to who-knew-where. Rex made a mental note to put a ship-wide alert out for them. If any of the guys swiped them, they'd be on KP for a month.

Cody tried to force Anakin towards the ground. Anakin put him in an armlock. Cody swept his feet out from under him, and they went down in a tangle.

Under normal circumstances, Rex would have been very interested to see how Cody, a master of hand-to-hand, fared against a Force-sensitive like General Skywalker, but now was probably not a good time.

"Kix," he said. "Remember that mission to Vinnda Prime?"

Kix shut his eyes, went to the commstation, and said, "Jesse? Keep the other guys out of medbay level B."

"Well, I'll try, but Fives just –"

Cody grunted and Anakin yelped. Rex glanced down at them and grabbed Anakin's arm, pulling him off of Cody.

On the other side of the room, Kix shut his eyes in exasperation. "Jesse, I don't care. Take 'em to level A instead. And next time don't test grenades in the gym."

Rex whipped his head up so fast his neck cracked. "Kix?"

"No." The medic slapped the comm off. "You can get details later. Help me subdue him."

Anakin shoved Cody away and got up, his arms stretched to either side. "YOU!"

Kix's face grew cold. "Yes, General. Me."

And there went any hopes Rex might have had of resolving this without fatalities.

Anakin jumped towards Kix, and the medic slipped out of the way and put him in an armlock. Anakin shouted in fury, broke free, and rushed into medbay.

"Don't worry," Kix said, opening one of the four storage pouches on his belt and withdrawing a hypo. "No injured or sick in there."

They entered the medical bay in a rush. Anakin was standing in the middle of the room, swaying uncertainly, and the shelves of the storage cabinet were empty, the medical supplies scattered across the entire room. "I'm – dizzy –"

He sneezed. All the blankets and pillows in the room flew into the air and sailed across the room into the far wall. Kix walked forward, Rex and Cody automatically falling back to flank him.

Anakin dropped to his knees. Maybe he'd pass out on his own. . . Not likely.

"General," said Cody, holding out a hand placatingly. "Let us help you."

"NO!" Anakin shouted, struggling to his feet.

"Nice going, Cody," Rex muttered.

"Next time, warn me. I'd have shot him a lot earlier."

"Cody –!"

Anakin had heard. He lunged at Cody again, tackling him flat to the ground. Kix and Rex had no chance to go to his aid, because now the blankets and pillows rushed in their direction, tangling around their legs and arms and dragging them to the ground. Rolls of bandaging and sealed bacta patches flew every which way.

This had got to be one of the weirder situations Rex had been in.

Cody shoved Anakin's head against the ground, and Kix hollered at him to stop injuring the patient. The next instant, he was jerked into the air by about five blankets and tossed toward the nearest bed. Rex found himself literally hovering in mid-air.

"Cody!" yelled Rex, shouting through a blanket that had wound about his head and mouth. "Give in!"

Cody had already done so – that, or he'd been knocked out. Anakin stared down at his defeated opponent for a moment and got to his feet. He stared at Rex in utter confusion. "Why are you in the air?"

"Because I like it here," said Rex, desperate to distract him from Kix, who was now army-crawling beneath the beds, trying to get to Anakin. "You should try it, General."

"I don't think I can," Anakin mused, apparently forgetting that he was still in the hated medbay. "I – ah-choo!"

Rex hunched his shoulders and waited. The blankets yanked him across the room and pinned him to the main desk.

Cody flipped onto his stomach and grabbed Anakin's ankles, jerking so that he fell flat. Kix, in a move that proved his gymnastic abilities beyond all doubt, rolled out from under the nearest bed, vaulted onto his feet without using his hands, and stabbed the hypo into the general's neck.

"No!" gasped Anakin. "You've – no. . ." He lay there panting. "I won't stay here. . ."

"Oh, don't worry, General," Kix panted. "I absolutely agree with you there."

Rex finally struggled free of the limp blankets and watched as Kix wrangled the general onto the nearest bed and checked his vitals. "Mild concussion," he said. "Some congestion, probably from blood. He needs sleep, but I'll monitor him in his quarters, not here."

"Good idea," said Cody, who looked rather the worse for wear. He started for the doors. "I'm going to report to General Kenobi."

"Just a minute."

Rex turned, curious. Kix folded his arms and glanced at the disaster of a medbay.

"Commander, Captain. I'll get Jesse to help me move the general. While I'm busy monitoring him, you can get this medbay back in order. Everything's marked, so you shouldn't have too much trouble."

Rex glared at him. "Kix –"

"With all due respect, sir," Kix added, smirking.

He sauntered out to comm Jesse.

"Rex?" said Cody quietly.

"What?"

"Remind me to assign you to the most boring position in the Outer Rim next chance I get. You and the general and his padawan and your medic."

"Noted, Commander," said Rex.

As he and Cody took the tactically sound course and started following Kix's orders, Rex smirked. Poor Cody, the only 212th clone on a cruiser full of the 501st clones.

They wouldn't be meeting up with the Negotiator for a full rotation, at least.

Cody caught his smirk. "And Rex."

"What?"

"Remember you still have to go figure out what Fives and the other guys were doing with grenades."

"How'd you hear that?" Rex yelped in disbelief. This time, Cody smirked, and the gleeful malice in his gaze would have given Ventress a run for her money.

And there you have it!

Next up: Mace Windu is on the Defiant with Commander Ponds and his legion, the 187th. A slight logistical problem arises, as there was no time to resupply before traveling to the drop point. There are twice as many clones, and twice as many generals, and very little caf.

If anyone wants to put ideas for future one-shots in the review section, I'll be glad to consider them. :)