"Well-done cadets, "EL-Les announced to them. Mishap squad was lined up at attention. Each of the five troopers bore a badge, and were presently becoming what they were born to be. Soldiers.
"As of today, you are officially soldiers in the Republics Grand Army."
"Sir yes Sir," The newly made troopers said in unison.
"Dismissed."
EL-Les and Bric moved on to another squad.
"So boys," CT-4691 or Licks said "Where are you all heading? I heard this year we are each being assigned accordingly. I am in the 501st."
CT-4688, or Zen, and Eavs are heading to the 212th. Mishap's heading with Licks to the 501st.
Plank looked at his data-pad. His profile had everything that ever happened to him on it and held his future. The moment had arrived. Plank opened up his file... and frowned. Licks, seeing his displeasure came over.
"Where are you heading Plank?"
Holding out the data-pad, he began getting worried. "It only says Legion XYZ."
"Odd. Your gonna have to ask Lama Su. It's likely a typo."
"Yeah, I'll go now."
Is it genuinely a typo? Plank was beginning to see that things weren't going to be easy for him. Before long he arrived at his destination and entered Lama Su's office. The blinding white of the Tipoca city had never really bothered him but coming into her office the glaring white of it all just hit him.
"Let me guess; there's something wrong with your report."The Prime minister drawled, clearly agitated.
"Yes S-sir," Plank stuttered.
"Let me see" Lama Su extended his long-fingered hand expectantly.
Handing it over Plank held his breath as Lama scanned his profile. He knew he was an average clone trooper and was likely going to be of the first to die. Frowning Plank was tempted to glance over the Prime Ministers' shoulder because Lama Su too was looking at his designated legion perplexed.
"Well... It must be a typo. Head over to Master Mliss's ship and ask her what legion your in, she distributed all the cadets this year."
Planks hopes rose. Finally, Master Mliss will properly sort things out. Starting down the long walk from the centre of Tipoca City to the hanger bay, Plank had a long time to think. What will life on the battlefield be like? Who exactly is Master Mliss? Thank the force that she can sort this out. Heading into the docking bay he was met by another clone,
"Hey there brother!" Another benefit of being brothers is if their name is unknown to you."Where are you headed?"
A gravelly voice unlike any trooper Plank had ever heard protruded out of his helmet. "I'm going to Master Mliss's ship. You?"
They began walking through the empty hanger together to get to her ship.
"I'm also going there, why are you going?
"I have a typo and I heard She was doing the assigning this year."
"You went to see the prime minister too?" Plank asked, not remembering seeing anyone head in or out.
"Nah, I just came straight here. Couldn't be bothered to go all the way over there."
As they walked up the ramp two other clone troopers came down. Both were quite odd, one had armour a size larger than usual, and the other's helmet was dented heavily on the right side. They offered a polite nod to the companions as they descended the boarding ramp.
Sliding through the narrow doorway they were met by the smiling Jedi Master.
"Sly, Plank I was expecting to see you here soon" Plank and Sly looked at each other, mulling on their acquaintances' newfound names.
"Yes, "Sly got right to the point, "My legion says XYZ and that doesn't exist."
Eyeing the Jedi Master he added on," Or does it?"
"Actually the Jedi council has decided to create a small Legion, of only 10, to become elite soldiers under the command of a Jedi who has devoted her entire life to the art of war."
Plank looked at Master Mliss baffled. Him? Elite? Sly carried on relentlessly asking questions suspiciously.
"So who is this mysterious Jedi?" Plank had to hear this.
Mliss smirked.
"Me"