Leif stepped out into the hall from his small office. "General…Unduli, is it?"

She paused, turning to face him, and nodded. "Yes Commander?"

"If you don't mind my asking, which battalion do you serve with?"

"No, of course I don't mind. Both my padawan and I serve with the 41st Elite Corps. They are currently grounded since both Barriss and myself are out of action for the time being. Gree is my Clone Commander."

"Thanks. They down in the barracks?"

"I believe so. I've never inquired. What my troopers do when they're on leave is their business, not mine. As long as they're not in jail, the news, or the hospital, I prefer to leave them to their own devices when we aren't in the field." She folded her hands in front of her, wearing the same light half-smile she almost always had.

"Good policy. Thank you. I might drop by. Say hi to them."

"Of course. They play a mean game of sabacc. Gree has tried to teach me, to no avail. Barriss, on the other hand, is actually quite good, but she overestimates her chances and tends to lose all her credits, so I don't let her play very often." She chuckled.

"Ah, I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the advice, General." He ducked back into his office and radioed one of his trusted men to take over his guard duty temporarily.


Six clones were sitting around a low table playing sabacc when he stopped by. Commander Gree was open and direct like most clones and every face in the room perked up when he mentioned he had news about Barriss Offee.

And all those faces turned murderous when he told them about what had gone down the day before. A few of them reached for their blasters, but Commander Gree waved them down. "Commander Leif, you mind if we…knock heads together?"

He grinned. "That's actually why I'm here. They're being shipped back to Kamino for disciplinary action in a few days, but for now they're still in our barracks. I was going to go tell them what I think of their behavior, if you get what I mean. You're welcome to come with me."

"You don't even have to ask. Who's coming along?"

Most of the men stood.

Leif sighed. "Max four of you please. The rest of my troopers haven't exactly been nice to them and sadly we have to leave them alive. I know, I'd love to bash their skulls in too, but the Kaminoans want them back alive. Although General Ti may arrange an 'accident', given some of the comments they were making about her."

They grumbled and sat back down. Three others came to stand near Gree. "We'll go."

"Alright." Leif pulled his helmet back on. "Let's go kick some shebs."

"One second." Gree pulled out his comm. "Let me let the General know where we're going. Who knows, she might want to join us."

General Unduli took a few moments to answer and looked a little ruffled when she did. "Commander, is everything alright?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. Just wanted to tell you me, Trap, Chip, Blaze, and Fluke are headed out. Commander Leif stopped by, told us what happened with the Commander Offee. We're…gonna dish out a bit of punishment."

"Where is that? With permission, may I join?"


Payt and Staabi were lounging in the barracks common room, despite strict orders to stay in their bunkroom until they were shipped back. They were lazily playing a game of cards and from their expressions their topic of conversation probably wasn't particularly decent.

"Attention!"

Everyone else in the room stood to attention immediately, those who weren't wearing their helmets putting them on. The two in question took a few seconds to climb to their feet.

"Everyone is dismissed, except for the two of you."

As the rest of the clones were filing out, the smooth voice of General Unduli floated from the door. "Starting without me?"

Leif noted the sound of clicking heels was noticeably absent and as she walked up beside him, he noticed something else. "Um, General?"

"Yes Commander?"

"Since…when are you this short?"

She laughed, as did her troopers. "Oh, I've always been this short."

Gree chuckled fondly. "Neither of them like to admit they're almost a foot shorter than us, so both of them wear these big chunky heels everywhere. I don't know how dangerous doing flips in three-inch heels is, but we can't stop them."

"So, Commander," Payt grinned. "to what do we owe the pleasure?"

Leif could practically hear the General's blood boiling. She clenched her hands into fists at her side. "Not a word of this to anyone."

"'Course, General." Gree seemed a little excited for this.

She strode forward, still a foreboding figure despite her height. Payt and Staabi grinned down at her. "Helmets off, if you please."

"Well, we don't please, sweetheart." Staabi's voice was sickly sweet.

She flicked one hand up and their helmets flew off their heads, clanging into the ceiling and falling down again bonking their owners on the head. "I am no one's sweetheart."

Two quick slam-crack combination and both troopers stumbled backwards, hands flying to their bloody noses. General Unduli turned and walked back to them, shaking out her hand and wiping the blood off on her skirt. It vanished into the black fabric. "Thank you for the opportunity, gentlemen. I will return to my meditation with my mind eased." She gave Leif a short nod and left.

Gree chuckled, darker and dangerous this time, cracking his knuckles. "Guess they're all ours then."


Shaak was a little confused to see the two troopers sent for disciplinary action be rushed to the medbay instead of sent to a cell.

The short message she received from Luminara provided a bit of clarification. "Don't ask questions. They deserved it."

If her hologram self happened to have bruised knuckles, well, Shaak was just too busy to notice.