Whooooo guess who's still alive? ME! For now anyway. School is breathing down my neck, but I only have this next week left and then I AM FREE (assuming I passed all my tests that is)
I am so sorry for the super late Update, especially since it feels kinda short for the wait, but I tried working on it as much as I could and I think it says a lot but not too much (which will be shown next time)
SO yeah, I'm back! Hopefully, I'll be able to get my regular irregular updates up soon as well. And again, there's plenty of you lovely reviewers so I went from oldest to newest on my reply thingy.

Darth Pancake: Who?

YetAnotherGuest: I Feel so bad, especially since it took this long for the next chapter xD

Guest: Who?

LightAndDarkGoodAndEvil: Glad you like it! And sorry for the wait ^^"

Andrew: I do watch anime yeah, but not just BnhA - plenty others as well =)

Guest: We're all worried about everyone - let's worry together eh?

Oceanera12: I laughed way too hard at your reaction xD But rest assured, he'll get his - not too soon, but he will. At least Umbridge never sent children to suicidal missions... But yeah, they are equally detestable. Tell me how the murder goes! =D

Guest: Glad you're enjoying it! Updates are spooty at best, sorry 'bout that. But Reeve does deserve a hug and Fives... well, we'll just have to wait and see won't we =P

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Now, onwards to the thing you've all been waiting for! Hopefully there's still people left who read it. Also, this is where my own story for Rex's past comes into play, so if you haven't read it yet, feel free to do so - It's Aliit Ori'shya tal'din (Family is more than blood) but it's not really necessary to understand this story.

Chapter 12

Despite how tired they were; they knew this would likely be the last battle. So, they pressed on. With reinforcements here as well, it made it bearable and probably the only reason they were still alive.

"They're retreating!" the voice came over all the com. links and everyone relaxed ever so slightly. The Umbarans were leaving and the Separatists were destroyed. They've won.

"Cody, any luck with reaching the surface?" Obi-Wan asked, steadily flying back to the Negotiator. They won this battle, finally, but the war isn't over.

"No, only static. We can't reach anyone," the worry in the Commander's voice couldn't be missed. And the feeling he was getting through the Force didn't bode any better.

"We should get these men back on the ships – they deserve rest," Kenobi glanced around at the pilots and saw their tired but relieved smiles.

"Perhaps-" Cody started, cutting himself off. Just as the General was going to prompt him to continue, he spoke again. "Perhaps we could send a small party down, to check on things? Maybe going there with a fresh communicator could break this static?" He didn't sound like his usual self, less confidant, but given what was happening, it was understandable.

"I second that," Tiin's voice cut through as he flew closer to Obi-Wan. "We need to organize with ground forces as soon as able."

"It's settled then," Kenobi gave a small grin. "Cody, take a squad of your best men and see what's happening down there. Report back as soon as you are able."

"Waxer, Boil! Get the boys organized – we're heading to the surface!" Cody called as he briskly walked through the ship. He needed experts – Umbara was no place for rookies. Trapper and Hunt are a must and he was hoping Nighteye was feeling better.

"Sir!" the duo quickly saluted and scurried off in a rush to tell the others. They've all been itching for a fight and some action, but they weren't fools – they need to be ready for anything down there.

"Hang on brothers, we're on our way."

As Reeve stepped out the tent again, he let out a sad and trembling sigh. He hadn't meant to do that - to tell them everything like that. He was supposed to be better than that. And yet… And yet he too was broken and looked to these men as heroes, as guides to something better and something more. And maybe, maybe he wanted them to understand, to see just how bad things were here. Maybe he wanted to let it all out, all the pain and suffering he's felt since everything had gone to hell. After all, he was broken as well…

"Captain?" his eyes snapped up at the voices and he saw three brothers standing there, looking anxious and worried. Then again, when didn't any of them look that way?

"Yes?" his voice was stuffy and weak so he cleared his voice and straightened his back. He remembers these three - they're a bit younger than him, but older than most here. And there were five of them, back then… He remembers one of theirs was the first to take his own life rather than wait for Krell to do so. Many more followed.

"Is - is it true? That, they're from the 501st?" their eyes were wide and hoping and he didn't know why.

"Yes," was his simple answer. He can't blame them from hoping - who wouldn't want to meet their hero? Someone they looked up to so much. "Go in if you want, just don't overwhelm them, okay?"

"Thank you sir!" their lips formed weak smiles, but smiles nonetheless. When was the last time any of them had really been able to smile?

"Is this everyone?" Ahsoka asked, looking at the gathered soldiers. Many were tired and wounded, and those able, took watch over their small resting spot. They needed a camp and fast.

"Yes. About 50 made it, the rest either captured or dead," Appo's voice was cold and curt, but she sensed the anger and sadness from the Force around him.

"We need to find a defensible spot and soon - we got lucky no Umbaran's attacked us so far," Kano said, looking around at the men.

"I need to know," Tano stared up at them, eyes hard, "what happened here." It wasn't a question.

"...We'll explain everything as we move," Appo seemed to promise, but the pain in his tone made her question it. Just how much would they really tell?

"Then we better get moving…"

"Hey… Hey! Heeeey!" he heard someone calling, but it was like he was underwater. What happened?

"Cut it out! Let him sleep," a shove, a grunt and a snicker. He knew those voices.

"He's usually the first one up…" a third one now, and they sounded closer.

"Rough week – it's understandable," a fourth one and he swallowed hard to keep his panic in control. This can't be real.

"Hey, Rexy, can you hear us?" a hand on his shoulder and he managed to open his eyes.

"Welcome back to the living!" he was greeted by four brothers – one with long hair, a bald one, a bearded one and a tattooed one.

"…" he opened his mouth, but no words came out. No, no, this can't be… It can't.

"Why are you crying?" they looked in worry and concern, but they seemed real.

"…You died," his voice was barely above a whisper and he could feel the tears running down his face.

Jezdec, or was it Fives, laughed as Bishop, why does he look like Jesse, shook his head. Pion, since when does Kix have long hair, gave a weak smile and Turm, is that Hardcase, seemed highly amused. Then, they each bent down, aiming to pick him up, when a bright light blinded him, hurting his eyes and he had to close them. But just before he could, he saw Echo again, or what they made him into.

"Good morning, Captain," he heard and the voice boomed in his head, enhancing his headache. But he knew instantly who the speaker was, as if the way he said his rank wasn't indication enough.

Rex quickly managed to turn his pain into hate as he glared at the Besalisk, who stood in front of him, grinning. It was then that he noticed he was trapped – his hands were raised above him and held there with a small containment field, encasing both his fists, as his feet barely touched the floor. The top of his armour has been stripped off, so at least he had more manoeuvrability. It did little to ease him though, as he tried to struggle against his bonds. And as he did, he felt something on his head - felt like a metal ring, with small boxes on his temples. What is it?

"None of that," the activation of a lightsaber and it's light next to his head gave the soldier pause as he glared at the Jedi. "You are making this needlessly harder for yourself."

"…" the Captain remained silent and saw the glint of annoyance in Krell's eyes. Good.

"So be it," Pong hissed and raised one arm. As soon as he did, Rex felt his airway close and couldn't breathe properly. He started choking, even closing his eyes, before suddenly being released and automatically gasped for air.

"Sir," his vision was blurry, but he managed to see… an Umbaran? Why was he-

"What?" Krell snapped, turning back to the native.

"The clones are ready for the implants – you said you wished to remain updated?" the Umbaran's voice was more mechanical than he remembers – must be using a translator.

"…Of course, I'll be there momentarily," Krell waved him off and turned back to the captured soldier. "Don't go anywhere now," the sadistic smirk on his face made Rex sick and he actually swallowed. The power coming off the bastard was… immense. With a fleeting glare Rex let out a deep breath and hung his head, feeling exhausted.

They sat in silence, their eyes focused on some random point in the tent as they tried to swallow and process what they've been told. To think their distant brothers had it so bad? It just… seemed too unreal to imagine. Their eyes met briefly, and they both saw the sadness and sorrow in the others, while their faces were unable to hide worry. What are they going to do?

Just then, they noticed the trio of brothers entering the tent, looking skittish but excited as they seem to whisper among each other about something.

"Can we help you?" Fives decided to ask, still sitting by his brother's legs.

"Um…" the middle one, maybe a little bit taller than his companions, shifted his weight. "You're the 501st men, right?" his voice was weak and his words quick as he avoided looking either of them in the eyes.

"Yeah," Jesse spoke up, leaning on his elbows to get a proper view of the rookies.

The middle one craned his neck, whispering to his friends again as they seemed to get into a small argument. But their eyes always drifted back to the duo.

"Okay, okay!" the far left one, a bandage over his left shoulder, hissed more loudly and took a small step forward. "We were… um…" he mumbled, biting his lip.

"Captain!" the far right one, holding his bucket in his hands, added to his friend, almost in fear.

"R-Right… Um," the bandaged one started again. "Your Captain… He's still the same, right?"

"…There's only been one captain in the 501st," Fives clarified, but he looked confused. A look at Jesse, but the man only shrugged.

"So it's still him…" the middle one whispered, eyes widening slightly. "We don't… get much news out here." At that, the ARC winced internally. That's right. If anything did happen, these soldiers wouldn't know about it.

"Why do you ask?" Jesse mange to speak and made the boys jump slightly.

"Well…"

"Dogma…" Tup whispered, looking up from where he was sitting. "What's going on out there?" He was tired but dared not sleep. Ever since… since Krell captured them, they were brought to one of the Umbaran secret bunkers. Looked like a lab of some sorts. There were many others too – they were together with Kite, Jigsaw and Griff in the second one from the entrance as Umbarans kept milling about. When they were brought in here, strange collars were placed on their napes and so far, no one was sure what they did. Nothing good, that was for sure.

"…I don't know…" Dogma's quite voice sounded defeated as the man stood by the prison field-gate, trying to understand.

"There's a lot of the others… Probably half of everyone who was at the base…" Kite's eyes followed the movement outside and inside the cells.

"How many more do you think were killed?" Jigsaw didn't mean to sound so angry, but the hopelessness of the situation put him in a dark mood.

"From what we heard, some are still left," Griff spoke up for the first time in a while, voice low and weak. "The medics barricaded themselves and the wounded in one of the hangers."

"Krell would've been able to open them without much problem…" Tup mumbled, resting his chin on his arms as he wrapped them around his knees.

"What?" Kite asked, turning his attention to the rookie. The others gave a similar confused expression, with Dogma clenching his fists.

"Krell betrayed us," Tup didn't raise his voice, but he felt sick as the words left his mouth.

"…" the silence in the cell was broken only by the Umbarans outside, as the others were too shocked to give a verbal answer.

"I knew he was a bastard but…" Griff didn't even finish, shaking his head.

"How long? How long has he been working with them?" Jigsaw looked from one brother to the other, trying to keep his anger from growing.

"Who knows…? But think about what's happened here? It's all on him…" Dogma spoke up, but the sheer anger and hate beneath his words made his brothers pause. For someone who seems to always be in control, he was losing the battle against his feelings quickly.

Before anyone was able to say any more, the door opened and through it walked the Besalisk himself and a group of Umbarans. Suddenly, everyone's attention was on the Jedi.

They landed carefully and as quietly as they could. The deadly silence around them as they disembarked put them all on high alert.

"Communications?" Cody asked, looking at Jetstream as he worked on the transmitter.

"Losing fast – there has to be something here blocking any outgoing or incoming transmission," Jetstream explained, clearly annoyed.

"How much time till we're compactly in the dark?" Boil glanced from one brother to the other.

"I'd give it half an hour, maybe less. The closer we're going to get to this thing, the sooner it'll all be gibberish."

"Then we better work fast – are our group links still operational?" the Commander activated his and saw his brothers doing the same.

"Read you sir," they chimed in. At least they had something.

"Good – spread out into three groups, but not too far away. This is enemy territory. We need to be able to take them out quickly and neatly, otherwise these woods will be swarmed with Umbaran patrols," Cody saw the boys already moving into squads as he spoke.

"What's our main objective?" Trapper asked as all eyes turned on their superior.

"Find the airbase and our brothers," was the simple reply as Cody himself joined a squad.

"How are we supposed to do that?" Waxer tried to make it sound humours, but the Commander's answer killed any of the joy.

"Follow the bodies."

He was tired, in pain and couldn't properly focus. So much happened so quickly… he could hardly wrap his mind around it. Echo was alive – if he could call it that. Krell's been a traitor for who knows how long. Fives, Jesse and Hardcase – what happened to them? What happened to all his brothers in the hanger? When was the last time he dreamt of them…

But maybe more than anything, he wanted to know why he was here. Why was Krell keeping him locked up, but very much alive? What does he plan to gain, that he can't get himself. It made Rex shiver where he hung, just thinking about it. Letting out a deep breath, he tried to focus, to remember what happened. He found Echo, Krell saw him and then…

He fired off his blaster, but the Jedi used one of his lightsabers to deflect the shots. He didn't have much room to manoeuvre, so Krell easily crashed into him, sending him flying into the nearest wall and knocking the air out of his lungs. For a second, the world turned dark and in the next, blight lights almost blinded him. The weapons were inches from his neck on both sides – if he even tried to move up, he'd behead himself.

"How troublesome," the Besalisk had said, frowning as he looked down on the clone. "This makes things… complicated."

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask something, he felt his head knocked back against the wall and everything was spinning and there were black dots in his vision. A second shove and his head hit the wall again, this time he could feel something dripping down his neck. A third, and he was knocked unconscious.

Another deep sigh and Rex frowned as he could hardly feel his arms any longer. Looking up, the field holding him was solid and seemed to be connected to a panel on the outside of his cell. So much for trying to break free. He was worried about everyone – especially since he had no idea how long he was unconscious. Just what madness has Krell done in that time?

"This seems like a good enough place," Kano said quietly as what was gathered of the escapees arrived at a small clearing in the forest. They've ran into a scouting group of Umbarans, but managed to take them out while not losing anyone.

"…" Appo said nothing as he stared off in the distance, but he clenched his fists. The others were quietly whispering to themselves and Ahsoka glanced from group to group. Then, she followed the Sergeant's gaze and felt the air in her throat choke.

"…What happened here?" her voice was a quiver, her eyes wide and a hand going up to cover her mouth. Tears, sudden and unbidden, started falling down her cheeks as she took in the white amour lying in the red and black fields of flora. Brothers. Vode. Dead. All of them.

"…War," someone, she didn't know who, said back quietly. Only then did she notice the destroyed shells of Umbaran walkers and tanks, as well as the dark suits of the natives. But the amount of white clad bodies she saw. Never before had she seen such a number of dead.

The emotions radiating off the others did little to help her ease her mind and control her emotions as she tried to stifle a sob.

"Commander…" a hand on her shoulder – probably Appo – but she didn't react. She didn't want to be commander. Not right now. She can't be. She was Ahsoka, padawan learner and youngling.

A sudden noise near them put everyone on edge as they reached for their weapons, and Ahoka just barely had time to collect herself to yell a warning before the first shot was fired.

"Everything is ready," an Umbaran said as he walked up to the Jedi, handing a datapad.

"Then prepare the first two volunteers," a smirk came to the Besalisk's face as he looked down and then looked at the imprisoned soldiers.

The Umbaran turned around, said something in their tongue, and the fifth cell was opened up. Instantly, the soldiers inside tried to fight it off, but the natives had long, electric staffs and shocked any brother who would fight.

The first two, being torn away from their group, were Lad and Himo – rookies. Yells and shouts of the older ones were heard as the two were dragged forward, forced on their knees with their backs bent. The electric shocks must have cramped up their muscles as they clearly had problems moving at all.

"Do it," Krell said and two Umbarans, wearing black and yellow instead of the usual gear, walked over and behind the two rookies, holding blue boxes. Once there, they pressed a button on the collar and it opened up a small compartment. It was like a small cage only on the nape. And then… then they took something from those blue boxes. It looked like bugs – small and glowing blue, with long antennas and a tail with a sting at the end of it.
The men only saw them for a second, before those things were placed in the collars – compartments more like – and it was closed. But not a second later, and the two rookies started screaming and thrashing, their bloody cries shaking many of their brothers to the core. Yet just as quickly as it started, it ended and the two calmed down, head hung and eyes void. The Umbarans released them and they collapsed forward, still unmoving.

"Well?" Krell was impatient as he asked, frowning down.

"…Dead," an Umbaran checked their pulses and shook his head. "We need to fix it so it works properly."

"Well, do it. You have all the lab rats you may need and I'll be fetching those who thought they could hide soon. I want this working."

"Understood."

As Pong turned to leave, the still imprisoned soldiers couldn't breathe or even really react. Some went to touch the collars on their napes, swallowing in fear. Others simply dropped down, unable to stand any longer. Few of the rookies turned away, trying to fight the emotions boiling inside. But they were all scared.

"Alright, you should be able to move now, but don't go rock jumping yet," a medic said as he did a final check on Jesse. "But…" he cut himself off, a weak sigh escaping.

"But?" Jesse asked as he slowly and carefully put his feet off the bed.

"You'll never be able to move like you did before. Running should be fine, but any more complex movement and you risk injury again," there was sadness and pity in his eyes as he spoke that.

"It can't be that bad!" Jesse tried to protest, but as he stepped on his feet, he nearly lost his balance. Luckily, Fives caught him quickly enough. "I can hardly feel my legs…" the words left his mouth before he could stop them.

"That's what I was talking about – they're still damaged. I'm not… I'm not sure how long, if even ever, they will fully heal."

"…" another silence in the tent as the two 501st boys let this sink in.

"Hey," came a voice as someone entered the tent. It was the bandaged rookie from before. "They said he's woken up – you can see him now."

"Thank whoever," Fives breathed out, a small smile of relief on his face. But still, one look at Jesse put him back into a sad mood.

"Let's go… He'll be lonely soon," Jesse managed, but didn't deny the support Fives gave him as they slowly walked towards the exit.

"Just follow me – the Captain is already there. He'll probably have some more questions for all of you."

Cut! Hehe, things are probably still confusing and all over the place, but I think we're getting somewhere! Hopefully, anyway.
Jumped a lot all around again, so I hope it didn't make anyone space sick or anything - you can always ask me about something, and I'll do my best to try and clarify, without spoling the story
ANYWAY! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Please, do review what you thought - I love hearing from you lovely people!
Till next time~