Kaminoan breakfast was not to Riyo's taste. It was all raw fish, squid, and shellfish chopped up and mixed together with some kind of acidic syrup and, as a native of a marshy moon with no oceans, Riyo found it disagreeable. Still, she dutifully slurped down the food and nodded along to Prime Minister Lama Su's unhurried conversation.

"As you can see, our facilities are state-of-the-art, and the Republic is reaping the benefits of our skilled army," he said.

Riyo nodded and picked up the last spoonful of her breakfast, hesitating only a moment before putting the tentacled mystery in her mouth. The food they fed the clones at the cafeteria had looked different, like a nutritional paste or some kind of fortified starch. This seafood hash was no doubt a delicacy meant to honor her visit, but she'd honestly prefer the paste.

"This is quite an impressive operation you have here, Prime Minister," she said. "I look forward to discussing the future of the Republic's relationship with Kamino at the summit."

She set her spoon down and left her napkin on top of her plate, signaling that she was done with the meal—finally. She'd spent most of the previous night making last-minute preparations with Maja, and she didn't think she could handle another moment of small talk and crustaceans.

Lama Su inclined his long neck. "Shall we?"

He rose to his feet and Riyo, flanked by Maja, Captain Rex, and Commander Fox, followed him out of the dining hall and into a spare, white conference room. Nala Se, Senator Burtoni and several other Kaminoan dignitaries were already seated inside, and the Prime Minister showed Riyo to her seat at the head of the table. Rex and Maja found their own spots at the far end of the group, and Fox stationed himself at the door.

Lama Su took the chair next to Riyo and cleared his throat, drawing the eyes of all the attendees to him. "I want to thank Chancellor Chuchi for visiting with us today. I am eager to discuss Kamino's role in the Republic's military moving forward, and to build upon the foundation of goodwill and trust that we have already established."

"Thank you for having me, Prime Minister," Riyo said. She waited for him to extend his welcome to Rex and Maja, too, but he moved right on to business.

"I'll begin with the basics. As we on Kamino have provided the Republic with an excellent military in the past, no doubt contributing greatly to the Republic's victory in the war, we believe the Republic would be amenable to extending our contracts. Perhaps the Republic no longer has need of such a large army, but surely some standing military force is necessary for the defense of our systems, and we are also in the process of developing new technologies and personnel specializing in peacekeeping and violence deterrence."

Riyo's mouth twisted. The phrase "peacekeeping" had been too-often used throughout the war to justify acts of aggression, and was he really going to completely ignore the clone legislation the Senate had just passed? Senator Burtoni had to have told him.

"The Republic does indeed owe a large debt of gratitude to its clone army," she said, gesturing to Rex, "who protected citizens and defended our sovereignty at the risk and often expense of their own lives. However, you must understand that, given recent legislation involving the legality of pressing clones into military service, we cannot continue to use your services in the same way."

Lama Su leaned over the table and laced his long fingers together. "Yes, Senator Burtoni informed us of this legislation. I fail to see why a practice that ensured the Republic's victory in the war could so conveniently be deemed illegal after the fact."

"The criticism is valid, Prime Minister, but unfortunately we cannot change the past. We can only try to move forward in a way that is consistent with our values, and creating sentient life only for it to be forced into military service is not consistent with our values."

Lama Su's giant eyes narrowed 'til only a thin slice of grey iris peeked through. "What are you proposing, Chancellor?"

Riyo inclined her head towards Rex.

"All production of clone soldiers needs to end immediately," Rex said. "The Republic has already paid, so it's no harm to you. The Republic won't commission any clone soldiers in the future, either."

"This is outrageous!" Senator Burtoni said, addressing Riyo and ignoring Rex. "It is an insult to our relationship with the Republic!"

"The Senate's vote is final," Rex said. "Kamino is free to do what they wish, but all member systems of the Republic have to abide by Republic laws, which now prohibit the enslavement of any sentient beings for any reason."

"Where was all this talk of slavery when the Republic ordered the army?" Senator Burtoni demanded. "I must say, Chancellor, this law feels rather pointed. If Kamino is to be singled out like this, perhaps we would not wish to remain-"

Lama Su held up a hand and Senator Burtoni closed her mouth, nodding in deference to the Prime Minister. "Chancellor Chuchi, we of course would wish to remain in the Republic, but you must understand how much our economy is tied to the cloning industry. We have invested decades of education, technology, and infrastructure into this endeavor. What you are asking is not so simple as turning a switch from on to off."

Riyo nodded sympathetically, though it irked her to no end the way they continued to ignore Rex. "I understand your concern, Prime Minister, which is why I have already negotiated several agricultural contracts on your behalf. The nerf industry is very interested in your work isolating desirable genetic traits. Etrat Industries is also willing to hire Kaminoan geneticists to develop more drought-resistant grains." Riyo passed a datapad to Lama Su and gave him a moment to look it over. "The current value of these contracts is about 75% of what the clone army generated for Kamino, but I believe these contracts can grow into a sustained economy that does not rely on one product, and no longer requires widespread war to be profitable."

Lama Su's dark eyes darted across the screen and he nodded thoughtfully. "We will need time to consider and speak with these contacts of yours before formally agreeing, but I find your proposal to be a compelling one, Chancellor."

Riyo held back a sigh of relief. Maja had insisted that Kamino valued membership in the Republic enough to play hardball, but Riyo still hadn't been sure the agricultural contracts would be tempting enough to soothe any hurt feelings. And as abhorrent as she found the Human factory here on Kamino, Riyo still didn't want the Kaminoans to leave the Republic. For one thing, leaving the Republic would leave them free to create clone armies for other people.

The summit moved on and they first went through the new clone legislation and what exactly it meant. No, cloning wasn't entirely illegal. Yes, cloning sentient beings for servitude was illegal. Then they went through each of the agricultural contracts line by line and Lama Su and his advisors discussed which ones they could easily take on with minimal capital expense. Lama Su was difficult to read, but Riyo thought she could see a pleased glimmer in his eye as he examined the proposed quotes for each contract. She made a mental note to throw a party for Maja later for pulling so much of that together.

"Well," Lama Su said after several hours of debate, "You are our customer, so of course we will halt production as you requested. We are tentatively willing to commit to never producing clone soldiers again, but it will take some time before we can formalize the agreement. This was, as you know, the foundation of our economy for some time. We wish to remain in the Republic, but leaving is an option if we feel we are not being treated fairly."

"I can assure you, Prime Minister, we will do everything we can to ensure that all citizens of the Republic—Kaminoan and Clone alike—will be treated fairly," Riyo said.

"Excellent. That brings our summit to a close-"

"One more thing, if I may," Riyo interjected.

Lama Su looked up at her, a frown of mild indifference on his face. "Yes, Chancellor Chuchi?"

Riyo's eyes darted quickly to Rex at the end of the table, then over to Fox. She hadn't had a chance to consult them about this part, but she was reasonably sure they'd approve. "As the price for the clones' production and cultivation until adulthood has already been paid for, the Republic is willing to assume responsibility for the care and raising of all clones aged zero to three effective immediately, and for only half the cost the Kaminoan facility would have spent on their training."

The grey brows above Lama Su's eyes rose. "What do you mean, for only half the cost?"

"Your people would pay the Republic to take over the raising of these clones half of the estimated cost of training them here on Kamino. You would still come out ahead, financially."

Lama Su's nostril slits flared slightly and his eyes turned over to Senator Burtoni.

"They were created for the Republic. I suppose the Republic can claim them at any time," Senator Burtoni said.

Lama Su's expression remained impassive, but years of experience in politics told Riyo what he was thinking. He didn't like the idea of capitulating to yet another Republic demand, but he was counting credits, and she knew the calculus would end up in her favor.

"If you insist, then of course we are willing to oblige our loyal customer," he said. "It will take time to sort out logistics, so let's say tentatively the handover will take place in six months-"

"I've already worked out most of the logistics on my end. We should be able to pick up the children in one month."

A brief silence filled the conference room at her words, and Lama Su stared down at her. "As you wish, Chancellor."

They closed the summit with all the necessary formalities, and Riyo walked from the room, her shoulders tucked back and her chin held high all the way until they reached the safety of her rooms. Then she let the tension of the negotiations go and her placid expression dropped.

"Oh my goodness, I wasn't at all sure that was going to work, Maja."

Maja patted her shoulder. "I told you they're desperate to stay in the Republic. As an extragalactic planet, the Republic is vital in connecting them to trade and the political life of the rest of the galaxy."

"Yes, but I really thought demanding all that, plus the younger clones—I was worried they'd reject us just out of spite."

Maja smirked. "Pride is one thing, but credits are king."

"You, my friend, are a genius."

"Who am I to contradict the Chancellor?"

Riyo laughed, but her laugh quickly morphed into a sigh. "And now the work begins. Can you call back our contact with the Child Services Agency on Coruscant? And get in touch with those other agricultural conglomerates we haven't heard back from yet."

"On it, boss."

Riyo started for the office near the back of her quarters, but a low cough turned her attention behind her. Commander Fox was standing there, helmet on and blaster still in hand, his posture stiff and formal. Next to him was Rex, helmetless, with a warm smile on his face.

"Yes, Commander? Captain? I'm sorry, I probably should have asked your opinion on this, first. I just had so many holo calls to make to work things out, and I couldn't find either of you anywhere-"

"It's not a problem, Madam Chancellor," Rex said. "Thank you for caring. I know it means a lot to the boys."

Riyo smiled at him. "Of course, Captain," she said, then her smile fell. "After coming here, I couldn't do nothing. I… I had some idea what it would be like here, but nothing prepared me for actually seeing it."

"We're clones. How else do you think we were raised?" Rex said.

"I know, it's just… different when you actually see the trichbasa stuffed."

"The what?"

"Oh, it's a Pantoran phrase. Sometimes you don't want to see the messy details of how something gets made. It's… easier not knowing."

"I'm glad you were willing to stomach it for us, ma'am," Rex said.

"Ma'am?" Maja said, poking her head back into the hallway from the study. "The Chief Administrator of the Child Services Agency is on the holo."

"I'll be right there!"

She bade the two clones a hasty farewell and threw herself right into work. Committing to finding safe and nurturing permanent homes for thousands of young clones had meant taking on a huge amount of logistics in a short time, but she was determined to succeed. The clones deserved nothing less.


Riyo and Maja toiled late into the night and hardly slept before their scheduled departure the next morning. Riyo spent almost the entire flight back to Coruscant drafting up letters looking for donations and support for the child clones. She'd found enough backers the night before the summit to make the ask, but there were still so many more details to work out and more funding never hurt.

About halfway through composing a letter to a wealthy philanthropist from Bespin, Riyo's eyes began to droop. She was so tired, if she just rested her eyes a moment she could finish this up. Yes… Just a moment was all she needed...

"Ma'am?" A gloved hand gently tapped Riyo on the shoulder, and she opened her eyes only to find her face smooshed up against the transparisteel of the observation window. She blinked blearily up at Fox, identifying him as the tapper.

"Yes, Fox?"

"We're starting the landing sequence, Madam Chancellor."

"Oh…" She sat up and rubbed at her eyes, then hastily swiped at the puddle of drool that had collected on her datapad. "Why didn't anyone wake me!"

"We were informed that it would be unwise…" Rex said.

"I told them if they did I'd murder them," Maja said from where she sat in the corner, her gaze never budging from the datapad in her hand.

Riyo laughed, then buckled herself in for landing. "And that's why I picked you as my assistant."

Maja raised the stylus she was holding and tipped it in Riyo's direction. "Exactly."

They landed and Rex offered to escort Maja to her apartment, which Riyo appreciated. Maja didn't get the same security detail that Riyo did, but she could just as easily be targeted by political enemies.

Fox and Riyo took the high-speed lift up to Riyo's secure apartment in Coruscant's upper levels, and Riyo's focus wavered as the lights of the city blurred by through the lift's transparisteel windows.

"...Madam Chancellor?"

Riyo shook her head to rouse herself and looked to Fox, concentrating hard to make sure she wasn't dreaming up his sudden desire to talk. "Yes?"

Fox's helmet was clipped to his belt, but his expression was as opaque as ever. "Thank you," he said. Then he spread his arms to the side, letting them hover awkwardly away from his hips.

Riyo furrowed her brow at him. She'd had way too little sleep in the past 48 hours to believe she was interpreting this correctly. "Fox?"

Fox cleared his throat, a ruddy flush spreading across his cheeks. "You can hug me, if you want."

"Oh. Oh!"

That certainly woke Riyo up. She stood dumbfounded for a moment, then saw in the twitch under Fox's eye that if she didn't do something quick he might break the lift open and jump out. She fell forward into what she now recognized as open arms and wrapped herself around his torso. Her fingers barely met around the bulky backplate, but she would not be deterred.

Fox's gloved hands rested uncertainly on Riyo's shoulders, and she smiled into his chestplate. Not too long ago Fox had been alone and untouched in one of those awful nurseries on Kamino, just like all of his other brothers. She wasn't about to let that travesty continue.

"I only wish I could have done more," she said, her voice muffled by his chest.

He didn't respond for a beat. Riyo was glad he didn't lie to her, didn't tell her that she'd done more than enough. There was still so much to do, so many wrongs to right. And she'd only been able to rescue the youngest clones.

"There's still time," he said eventually.

She squeezed him tight, her arms full of unyielding plastoid. Through all the armor, though, she thought she could feel a beating heart.


"But where are we going to get the money? This is the question nobody seems interested in but me," Senator Taam said.

"Maybe because we are more concerned with sentient lives than with credits," Senator Organa snapped.

Fox suppressed a sigh behind his helmet. These Armed Services Committee meetings got things done, but the process was painfully slow. Palpatine had been one evil piece of Sithspit, but at least he'd been able to move quickly. If he'd wanted a fully-funded clone retirement program he'd have just called a meeting, made a few benevolent threats, and been done with it.

"Concern doesn't pay for programs! The budget does, and I want to get this bill funded as much as any of you. So we can actually provide something to these clones."

"Whenever we needed new flagships we managed to find the money from somewhere-" Senator Organa said.

"Ok, ok, we're not getting anywhere arguing," Chancellor Chuchi said. "Senator Taam is right—it doesn't matter how great our ideas are if we can't fund them."

"Exactly-" Senator Taam said.

"But Senator Organa is right that we can't use that as an excuse for inaction. This is going to cost major credits, and the budget is going to feel it. So we need to make sure that the public sees it as the necessity it is."

The table fell silent and the committee exchanged apologetic glances. The corner of Fox's mouth turned up. Palpatine may have been more efficient, but moments like these reminded him of why he preferred Chancellor Chuchi's methods. Aside from the obvious fact that she didn't abuse his brothers and send them to their deaths.

"In my experience, the more civilians know about us the more they're willing to support us," Rex said.

Senator Organa nodded. "That's an excellent point. Up until now the GAR has been used for propaganda, but soldiers have mostly been portrayed as distant, heroic figures. We can run a publicity campaign that highlights your individuality."

"As well as your practical skills," Senator Paulness said. "Clones should find more employers willing to hire them and invest in their training if they understand the clones' unique qualifications."

Chancellor Chuchi tapped her stylus in her assistant's direction. "Maja, have Talia Tantipani draw up preliminary ideas for a publicity campaign, would you?"

"On it, ma'am."

"That's all well and good, but publicity alone won't be enough," said Senator Taam.

"You're right. We need to also demonstrate the ways in which a retired clone army can benefit the populace," Senator Paulness said.

"Plenty of the systems we fought on are in desperate need of reconstruction. The locals already know us and most are friendly to us—they might be open to clone workers coming to help rebuild," Rex said.

"Hmm…" Senator Taam said. "We could expand the Relief and Recovery Agency and have it give hiring precedence to former clone soldiers."

"I can work on incorporating more job training into the Relief and Recovery Agency, too," said Senator Organa.

The senators began talking excitedly amongst themself and the energy in the room lifted. Fox recognized a breakthrough when he saw it, and he found himself tuning the chatter out. A twinge of guilt nudged at his conscience, that he wasn't paying more attention to legislation that would affect the livelihoods of so many of his brothers, but there was only so much of this endless talk he could force himself to focus through. Besides, he had other things to worry about.

Like Daw Saetang. He was an agricultural lobbyist, and though he'd attended several meetings with the Chancellor already, he was slated for a one-on-one right after the Armed Services Committee finished up. One-on-one meetings called for more thorough background checks, and though Saetang's check hadn't raised any red flags, something about him still bugged Fox. Was it his smarmy smile? Or maybe the way he didn't have face tattoos like all the other Pantorans Fox had met. Not that he'd met that many…

"Ok then, Senator Taam will reach out to the Relief and Recovery Agency, Senator Organa will focus on the publicity campaign, and Senator Paulness will head up our contacts in various employment and job training organizations." Captain Rex said.

The senators all nodded their agreement, and Chancellor Chuchi started gathering up her datapads. "Excellent. I know progress can seem slow, but we need to give our veterans support as soon as possible."

The meeting adjourned and Fox waited while Maja and Chancellor Chuchi chatted and collected their supplies together. The Chancellor was close enough to her assistant that Maja must be able to smell her perfume—a citrusy scent that Fox only knew because his damned helmet filter didn't work very well any more. He'd have to request a new one, which would be a royal pain now that his position fell outside of typical command structures.

Yes, he'd have to get it replaced. That way, if the Chancellor ever wanted to hug him again, he wouldn't be cursed with the memory of her perfume following him around all day. Though, who was he kidding? Why on earth would she ever want to hug him again? He'd been as stiff as a clanker. He'd heard the Kaminoans describe the clones as "droids but better," before, and thinking back to his painfully awkward hug, he believed there might be some truth to it.

Maja and the Chancellor left the conference room and Fox trailed them a few steps behind. They followed the well-trod path to the Chancellor's office, where Saetang was already waiting outside for them.

"Madam Chancellor! An honor to see you again," the tall Pantoran man said, holding his hand out towards Chancellor Chuchi with confidence.

"It's good to see you, too, Mr. Saetang," the Chancellor said.

"Please, it's Daw. And Ms. Joyo, always a pleasure," he said to Maja.

"Likewise," Maja said.

Saetang ignored Fox, which suited Fox just fine.

They stepped into the Chancellor's office and Fox stationed himself by the door. He prepared himself to tune out yet another circular policy argument, but Saetang and his skeezy smile drew his attention. He kept his eyes locked on the Pantoran man and scanned for unusual traits that might signal some sinister motive.

Saetang's eyes flitted to Fox, and for a moment Fox could swear the man could see his gaze through the tinted visor. But that was impossible.

The negotiations continued, and Saetang had a way of getting what he wanted while making it seem like he was losing that got under Fox's skin. Still, he trusted Chancellor Chuchi to be able to deal with snakes like Saetang. She'd been around the Senate long enough to recognize the type.

"I'll be sure to communicate your terms to my colleagues," Saetang said smoothly. "We've had our eyes on that Kaminoan gene selection technology for some time now, and I'm sure we can strike a mutually beneficial deal with them."

"Thank you, Daw. I very much appreciate your time," Chancellor Chuchi said, rising to her feet to signal the end of the meeting.

"The pleasure was all mine," he said. He stood, but made no move towards the door.

"...Is there something else, Mr. Saetang?" Chancellor Chuchi said.

"My apologies, Madam Chancellor, I was working up the nerve to ask you… I nabbed a reservation at Pantiat Ichi for tomorrow and was hoping you might accompany me."

Fox's hands held his blaster a little too tightly, and he had to make a conscious effort to loosen his grip. It was just an invitation. Why did it feel like a threat?

Chancellor Chuchi's eyebrows rose. "Oh! I'm afraid I'll be busy tomorrow evening. It's such a shame, I've heard they have the best Pantoran food on the planet."

Saetang offered her a rueful smile. "I understand, it's so last minute. If your evening frees up, though, please let me know."

"Of course."

She walked him to the door of her office and he bowed over her hand before he left, bringing a bluish blush to her cheeks. Then he left and the door finally shut on the bastard.

When the Chancellor turned back to her desk, Maja was grinning at her like a tooka with a convor.

"Stop it!" Chancellor Chuchi said, and she shoved Maja playfully.

"Stop what?" Maja asked, eyes wide with innocence.

"He's just a smooth-talking lobbyist. It's not a big deal."

"You know I actually could carve out time for dinner for you tomorrow night."

The Chancellor eyed her friend doubtfully. "Are you serious?"

"Why not? He seems nice enough, and I've heard Pantiat Ichi is to die for."

"He's a lobbyist!"

"Yes, there are rules you'd have to follow, but I can make sure everything is square. Really, Riyo, why not get out and have a little fun? You haven't taken a single personal day since taking office."

"I… I suppose I could…"

Maja's smile grew. "You want me to send him a message?"

Chancellor Chuchi threw up her hands. "Fine. Why not?"

"That's the spirit!" Maja said, rushing the Chancellor for a surprise hug.

Chancellor Chuchi laughed and pushed at her friend, and soon Fox could no longer make out exactly what they were saying. He sighed and commed Thorn through his helmet's built-in system. His helmet might be old and falling apart, but at least it was still soundproof with the dampers on.

"Thorn? Can we get another background check on Daw Saetang? Dig a bit deeper this time."


The first human Bacara ever killed couldn't have been much older than he was. At least, biologically. If he just went by years then Bacara was likely at least a decade younger. Regardless, the Twi'lek man Bacara shot in the chest was too thinking, too breathing, too sentient for comfort.

Bacara had never before thought to be grateful to be fighting droids, but he had to admit it was much easier to blow a clanker's head off than a Twi'lek's.

"Sir, the remaining Separatists have been cleared out," Solus told him over the comms.

"Do a thorough sweep of the area. I don't want any stragglers to catch us off guard," Bacara said.

General Mundi joined Bacara at the top of the ridge overlooking the wooded battlefield. "Excellent work, Commander."

"Just doing our jobs, sir."

"Still, I know fighting against sentients isn't quite the same. You've adapted well."

Bacara nodded and put his hands behind his back. "What's our next move, sir?"

"Once everything's sorted here, we only have one more assignment before returning to Coruscant."

Bacara smiled. He'd get to see his batchmates for the first time in months. And more importantly, he'd be able to tell them what he'd learned about their inhibitor chips.

"It is difficult to be away from the ones we love, isn't it?" General Mundi said.

Bacara's smile faded. He didn't like when the General said things that seemed to respond to the thoughts in his head, especially not when his thoughts strayed too close to the inhibitor chips. "Captain Peke's waiting to report in the command center," he said, ignoring the General's question. It had been rhetorical, anyway.

"Excellent," General Mundi said, and together they headed for the command center, a collapsible durasteel bunker that had seen plenty of wear in all different kinds of terrain and atmospheres.

They stepped through the automatic doors and Bacara immediately sensed something was wrong. The doors slammed shut behind them and the lights extinguished. When they turned on again the General was surrounded by insurgents, one of them with a blaster held to his head.

"Don't move! Or the Jedi gets it!" the man said, dirt and blood on his face and desperation in his eyes.

"Let's just stay calm…" Bacara said, slowly setting his blaster on the ground.

"I tried to warn you, sir!" Captain Peke said from across the room. He was tied up to a chair, and another one of the insurgents held him at blaster-point.

"Everybody quiet!" the man with his blaster to Mundi's head said.

Peke shut his mouth and Bacara slowly rose from his crouch, his hands held high with his palms open.

"We don't want trouble with the Republic," the lead insurgent said. "And we aren't with the Separatists, either. We just want our planet to be in peace, we just want to live free without Republic interference."

Bacara's eyes darted to General Mundi's, but the General seemed unconcerned. "This is not something you want to do, son."

"Shut up!" the man shouted. "I know all about your Jedi tricks, and that won't work on us!"

"This is not going to end well for you. If you leave now we won't follow you," Mundi said.

"We're not leaving until you order all Republic forces out of this system!"

"This is your last warning."

"Kriff you and your warnings! I'm the one with the blaster!"

With a sudden whoosh of power, General Mundi pushed outward from himself, knocking everything away from him in a perfect wave of energy. Bacara fell backwards and scrambled to grab his blaster before any of the rebels could get to it first. He grabbed the grip and rolled onto his back, aiming up at whoever might have followed his movements. But there was no one there.

General Mundi stood in the middle of the room, the blue glow of his lightsaber illuminating the carnage around him. The insurgents were dead. All of them. Eight bodies lay scattered around the room, burning wounds bearing testament to their singular cause of death. General Mundi looked down at their prone bodies, his mouth turned downwards and his eyes sad.

"...General? Are you alright?" Bacara asked.

General Mundi turned yellow eyes to Bacara. "Yes, Bacara, thank you. It's just a shame."

"...Yes, sir."

"Well then. Let's free Captain Peke, shall we?"

Bacara got to his feet and he and General Mundi untied Captain Peke from the chair. Bacara called for help with cleanup through his comm, and in only a half hour they were debriefing in that very same command center as if nothing had happened. All throughout the debrief, though, Bacara could see the shadows of the bodies around the room.