A/N Hi friends! Thank you so much for reading. I wanted to start branching out a little further to include more POVs as I continue. I hope you like this one from the young clone's perspective!

29 BBY - Kamino

RC-17-074 walked through the mess hall with the other clones in 2nd lunch. He was sporting a black eye from training in hand to hand combat with the new Klatooinian instructor. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to learn, other than how to take a beating. The other cadets in his group fared no better.

"What happened to you?" RC-19-022 asked as he sat down with his tray.

"New instructor," RC-17-074 replied. "He's really hands on."

"No, he's a bully." Another clone sat beside him. It was another of his brothers in the training squad. He winced and covered his ribs. "None of the other trainers treat us like that. It's not right." RC-17-074 remembered this one. He kept using the name he calls himself instead of his number.

"Tip, right?" he asked. The clone nodded. "They hired him to help us become soldiers."

"But he didn't even train us. He just called us up and started railing on us. How are we supposed to learn anything if we're all banged up?"

"You have a point there, Tip." RC-17-074 said. He didn't want to question his trainer, especially since he only just started PT. But if it was like that all the time he might not be able to fight at all. "We'll figure something out."

"You mean he did that to all of you?" RC-19-094 asked.

Tip nodded. "Look, there's the rest of our brothers." He pointed to the clones coming out of the line with their trays.

Another cadet, RC-19-102, shook his head. "I hope my group won't have to train with him."

"I think they are doing rotations," RC-17-074 said. "So you probably will eventually."

The mood was sullen as the news spread through the mess hall. They discussed options to try and defend themselves from the Klatooinian or defeating him with numbers instead of letting him beat them one at a time. They decided that preemptively attacking could get them decommed, but they could and should defend their brothers.

"Look," RC-19-022 spoke in a whisper. "That's Jango Fett!" Other cadets were making the same observation in hushed murmurs.

"I wonder who that is with him." Tip said quietly.

Their progenitor walked into the mess talking with a black haired human woman. The first thing RC-17-074 noticed was that she wasn't wearing bland training fatigues. She wasn't wearing much at all. A tight long sleeved red shirt that only just covered her ribs and a matching skirt that was just as short with black mid-calf soft leather boots. She looked to be younger than him, maybe early thirties. She was just about as tall as Fett, almost as broad, and walked with the same sense of purpose. RC-17-074 couldn't help but stare. She looked powerful and dangerous.

"I dunno," RC-19-094 said. "But she's jacked."

Fett said something and the woman laughed. She said something back in Mando'a that made the man chuckle. He seemed to be showing her around the facility. "Maybe she's another trainer," RC-17-074 said. "I wonder what her expertise is."

"Other than being smoking hot?" Tip asked with a smirk.

"Calm down, vod," RC-19-102 said, "She's too old for you."

"Won't be forever. Give me a few years. I'll be man enough." They started bickering over whether they'd get the chance to meet someone like her when they were old enough, or at least looked old enough. RC-17-074 watched Fett and the woman as a droid approached them. He couldn't hear what was said, but Fett nodded and said something to the woman before following the droid out of the mess hall.

She looked around at the cadets as she headed to the chow line. She was smiling when her eyes locked on RC-17-074 and he quickly looked away. When he glanced up she was still looking at him, but the smile was gone, her frowning eyes bore into him. Then she started walking his way.

"Shut up," he hissed at his brothers. "Shut up she's coming over here!"

They all sat up straight and looked at their trays as she approached their table. She was a lot more intimidating up close. She circled to RC-17-074's side and he dared to look up. She wasn't looking at him but at the other faces around them. She was looking for something. Then she kneeled down to be level with them.

The woman had an old, faint, web like scar that spread on the right side of her face from her temple to under her cheek bone. As he looked down again he was close enough to see many scars over her exposed skin. She was almost as muscular as a man, not at all delicate like the Kaminoans.

"What happened here?" Her voice was both hard and deeply feminine. The female Kaminoan scientists spoke with condescending, airy tones. She spoke with tempered authority.

"Nothing, miss," he managed to sputter. "Just a training accident."

"Mhmm."

She turned his face towards her with calloused fingers. She was no stranger to a fight by the feel of it. She inspected his eye closely, then touched the bruising just under his eye and pushed. RC-17-074 hissed in pain and jerked away.

"You probably have a fracture there," she stated calmly. "What is your name?"

"RC-17-074," he replied, covering his eye with his hand.

"I didn't ask for your number, kid. I asked for your name."

"I, uh, I don't have one. Yet." He was glad the bruise covered his embarrassed blush.

"I see. Who did this to you?"

"It was that Klatooinian trainer," Tip piped up. "The new guy that was supposed to be teaching us. But all he did was beat the osik out of us."

"Tip!" RC-19-102 said in a shocked whisper. "You can't talk like that!"

"Explain, Tip," she ordered. It was definitely an order, RC-17-074 thought.

"Well, the guy called us up one at a time and just started hitting us. He beat us up until we were on the ground and couldn't fight back."

"Is this true, kid?" She asked looking back at RC-17-074.

"Yes, miss. The other cadets in our squad can confirm it as well. We all have injuries."

The rage behind her deep brown eyes matched the intensity of her scowl.

"What do we have here, boys?" A male voice called out. It was the Klatooinian, and he was with two Weequay, more bounty hunter trainers by the look of them. "Is this what the nurses on this island look like? Remind me to have an accident later."

The other two laughed at his poor joke as the rest of the mess hall went silent. The woman didn't react to them directly. Instead she took a deep breath.

"Hey, sexy nurse, he's talking to you," one of the Weequay said.

She looked at RC-17-074, "Give me your fork, cadet," she muttered. "Discreetly."

He did as he was told, hiding his actions from the three men who were walking towards the table. She hid it up her shirt sleeve. When she looked up again she winked at him as she stood up.

The Klatooinian leered as she turned around. "Why don't you come spend some time with a real man instead of these fake little boys?" He looked at her in a way that made the clone's stomach turn. "I could use some of your bedside manner."

She moved like a predator stalking her prey. "I don't have a bedside manner, unless you want me to put you on your deathbed."

"Oh you're feisty," he said back. "I'm gonna like that when I get you alone later."

"I don't 'fek hut'uun who hurt kids." Her words dripped with disgust. "Especially ones who get off on it. Did you enjoy showing off as you beat them, ori'jagyc?"

They could have heard a pin drop in the cafeteria. RC-17-074 saw Jango Fett in the entrance to the mess hall, carrying a small child asleep in one arm, a blaster in the other. Beside him was an older human male a head shorter than Fett and six other clones.

"I'm gonna make you eat those words before you eat my-"

"Not likely," she cut him off with a growl as she prowled towards him.

His hand moved towards the stun baton on his belt and he stepped towards her. She grabbed a tray of food from the table and threw it at him. He slapped it away as the food spilled over him. He drew the baton over his head and brought it down as the woman reached him. She threw his arm back by his elbow and kicked his kneecap. There was a heavy crunch and he shouted in pain. She wasted no time, twisting her body, hooking his arm and bending it backwards causing the baton to fall from his hand.

She caught it before it hit the ground and rocked her head back, cracking him in the chest. The air left him and he collapsed as she turned and kicked one of the Weequays in the side, then bashed the other in the head with the stun baton. His body tensed and spasmed before he collapsed to the ground. The Weequay still standing swung at her, connecting with her side causing her to shout in pain. She growled as she grabbed his arm and yanked him towards her. He made a squelching yelp as she punched his throat. Then she gripped him by his braid and kneed him in the neck. He fell back, choking on blood with the fork stabbed through his throat.

The Klatooinian kicked her feet out from under her and her head slammed on the ground. Before she could shake it off he rolled on top of her, straddling her and punched her in the head. "I knew I'd get you on your back, slitch!" he grunted as he took a fistful of her hair and slammed her head on the floor again.

Droid guards and more adults were gathered by the door. The older male had a knife in his hand and the six clone boys moved forward as if to help. Fett had his hand up, the motion stopping them from interfering in the fight. The woman tucked her legs under her and as he rocked back to punch her again she forced him off balance by pushing up with her hips into his crotch so he fell forward over her. She continued her momentum to roll backwards and threw him to the ground.

He tried to twist away but was met with a boot to the face. She straddled his chest, pinning his arms with her knees. She bawled her fists together, slamming him in the face and his nose crunched. She hit him again and cracked his jaw. He kicked enough to throw her off balance, but before he could pin her she twisted her body around so she pressed herself against his back and wrapped her legs around his waist, pinning him. The Klatooinian struggled in her grip. When he elbowed her she pressed his arm between her bloodied ribs and bicep, and made a quick movement that was rewarded with a pop and a scream from him.

"What's the matter?" she growled. "You don't like my bedside manner?"

He spat blood as he sputtered and thrashed against her. "I'm gonna kill you!" He bellowed with impotent rage. "I'm gonna fekking kill you."

"Not likely."

RC-17-074 heard the cold rage in her voice like a coming storm. In one swift motion she released his dislocated arm, wrapped hers around his forehead, and jerked it to the left. With a quick snap the Klatooinian's shout was cut short and he went limp.

She pushed his corpse off her and sat up. Jango Fett entered the silent mess hall as he holstered his blaster, his heavy footfall the only sound as he walked over to the woman. He held out his free hand and helped her to her feet. They touched foreheads, and then he inspected her head and side for immediate injury.

"You really know how to make friends, Cye," Fett said. "Me'vaar ti gar?"

"I'm fine, just popped my stitches. That one," she pointed to the dead Klatooinian, "he abused those children under the guise of training. He also threatened to rape me." Where her cold rage was intimidating, the way Fett's features darkened was downright terrifying.

"And the other two?"

"Supported him."

"I understand." Fett shifted the sleeping child on his hip and walked over to the Weequay who was beginning to wake from the stun baton. He looked up at Fett, glassy eyed. "You shouldn't have threatened my sister." He pulled his blaster and before the prone Weequay could protest he shot him in the head. He looked to the droid guards who followed him in. "Clean up this mess."

They carried the bodies away as the 2nd lunch chime indicated that it was time to move on to flash training. The clone cadets filed out looking at Jango Fett and the woman he called Cye as they talked quietly. RC-17-074 was leaving with the others when he turned around and walked back towards the two Mandalorians. They were still talking as she pressed her hand against the gash along her ribs.

"Are you sure?" Fett asked.

"Yes. Honestly, I shouldn't have left," she replied. "I've missed you and Boba. Plus, you're down a few trainers. And it will be nice to disappear for a while."

"Alright then. I'll have you moved into my-"

Cye made a motion to cut him off as she noticed the young cadet. "Yes?" She asked.

"I just wanted to say thank you," RC-17-074 said, "for sticking up for us."

"Of course," she replied. "Thank you for your help."

"Help?" Fett asked.

"Yes, he slipped me the fork I used on the Weequay scum."

The man nodded. "Take my sister to the infirmary. And get that eye checked."

"Yes, sir!"

"We'll talk more later." She touched Fett's arm before turning to the cadet. "Lead the way."

Mando'a Translations:

Vod - brother/sister/comrade *mate*

Osik - shit

Hut'uun - coward, worst possible insult to Mandalorians

Ori'jagyc - bullying; also bully, swaggering big-mouth - someone who picks on someone smaller - lit. *big man* said sarcastically, applied equally to women