I was bored. Really, really, bored. I may have also been procrastinating on finishing this. If any of you have an idea for a story you'd like to see in here, run it by me. I might just make it.

"… are you going to tell him? He needs to know who his parents really are, and the sooner we tell him the better he's going to take it."

"I know, I know, but how do you even begin to tell your child that. 'Hey, son, just thought I'd tell you I am a clone named Fruity and your mother is the padawan I fell in love with. Also, we fought in the Clone War alongside my fellow clones, some of which still live, but we ran away when Order 66 was issued. So don't be surprised if you ever see someone who looks identical to me.' Yeah that will go over so well."

Ezra, who had turned seven only a few days ago, froze. His father was a clone. A clone. The serious thoughts took an abrupt halt when a thought occurred to him. If his father had people who were genetically identical to him out there, did that mean that he technically had multiple fathers as they had the same genetic code? And if they had any children, were they considered Ezra's half-siblings or his cousins? And what was a 'padawan'? Urgh, so confusing.

Anyway, it didn't matter. His father was his father, and nothing could change that. He should go back to bed. Maybe he'd talk to him tomorrow. Or maybe the day after that. No need to rush, his father was going to be there tomorrow and the day after that, right? ((Nohewon'ttheEmpirecomesthenextday.))

"Bent, what the hell are you doing?"

"Uhh…. Looking for some fruit to give to Top?"

"Bent…"

"What? No, don't give me that look! You can't say anything SN, I've caught you doing the same thing."

"Bent, you've been staring at that gadget shop for the past half an hour. I stare at things for maybe ten minutes."

Bent shot a glare at his companion. The two were nearly identical, but SN had a scar that went along under his right eye. Bent had longer hair than SN's close cut brown hair, and it was dyed red. SN also was wearing contacts that made his eyes appear to be Hazel colored. SN shot a smirk at him in reply, going as far as to blow a kiss at him.

SN, Bent concluded, was lucky they were in public, or he would have been hit over the head. A tense moment passed before the two heard a commotion from a nearby fruit stand. A young boy lay terrified beneath a snarling Zabrak shop keeper, a bright red mark on his cheek. The two shared a look before moving closer to see the event better.

"Damn Loth-Rat! Trying to steal from me, big mistake. Make you pay!"

"No, please, I'm sorry sir! I was just so hungry, and you could afford to part with a few…"

Now that they were close enough, the two marveled at how similar the kid looked to a young clone. If it weren't for his eye and hair color, he could have passed for one. He was young enough that he could have been a second gen, but it was incredibly unlikely. Not many clones had been able to resist Order 66, and those that had were extremely lucky if they managed to escape with their life.

As the angry shop keeper raised his fist, Bent moved to stop it. Even if it turned out he wasn't a second gen, he couldn't just stand by and watch a kid who couldn't have been any older than eight get beaten. SN, noticing what Bent was doing, moved to scoop up the kid. Better to go in and get out fast, than to get stuck and caught by Stormtroopers.

A few quick movements and they were out, the boy securely held in SN's arms. They ran all the way back to the ship, the kid too surprised to protest. They raced past Top, who turned to stare as they ran into the ship. His brows furrowed while he scratched his bald head, trying to figure out what they were doing. Eventually he gave up and went inside.

"Bent, SN, report. Who is the kid?"

"I'm Ezra Bridger! You all look like my Daddy!"

"W-we do?"

"Mhm, he was a clone. Are you guys clones too?"

"Yes…"

So, the kid was confirmed to be a second gen. But was he a child of one of the clones they knew? Only one way to find out.

"What was your father's name?"

"His name was Ephraim, but I once heard him say it was Fruity."

The answer to that question was yes, he was a child of a clone they had known. Fruity had been one of their fellow batches' commander, and had never lived down the event that gave him his name. He had never wanted to look at another Meiloorun again. Explains why he went to Lothal…

"How old are you?"

"I'm seven and a half!"

"And where are your parents?"

The previously light-hearted mood plummeted at the same time Ezra's smile fell. His lip began wobbling and his eyes started watering. His breath began hitching, trying in vain to hold back a sob.

"T-the Empire t-took them a-away!"

Ouch. Probably should have avoided that question. By the sounds of it this wound was fresh. But that meant he had no one to look out for him, and no safety.

"Bent, go get Avi. I have to talk to all of you."

"You got it!"

Bent, Top, and SN were standing or sitting around a table when Avi walked in. He walked over and took a seat across from Top. He had longer hair dyed black with blue highlights, and a tattoo over his left eye. The tattoo resembled a flame and was the same blue as his hair.

"So I heard you wanted to talk to me."

"Yes. I know this is sudden, and frankly completely insane, but I want to take the kid with us."

"Well, you were right. It is sudden AND insane. What's so important about this kid?"

"He's Fruity's kid. Both Fruity and the kid's mother were taken away by the Empire, leaving him on the streets, alone."

"I suppose it would be the right thing to do, after all we still owe Fruity a favor. And we all know he isn't able to cash it in."

"What do you two think?"

"Kid's great with quite a few things. Besides, he'll breathe life back into our little group. I say we keep him. How about you, Bent?"

"Keep him."

"Then it's decided. We, Specialist Squad Omega-9, are adopting Ezra Bridger."