CC-2224 was not an emotional clone. He knew his job, serve in the GAR, assist the Jedi, if need be, die for the Republic, it was simple and straightforward, that summarised the life of any trooper. Commandos were a different breed, but he didn't worry about them.

Fierfek, focus di'kut. He mentally chastised himself, compartmentalizing that train of thought, and running his mind through how he could best present his company and battalion to the ranking officer.

They got Kenobi. The one Jedi most clones had ever seen before Geonosis. He was, if Ghost Company's side-activity of gathering intel was correct, not only a fighter in the Stark Hyperspace War, and a few dozen skirmishes, but the one Jedi who had ever killed a - Dark Jedi, was that it? Anyway, exact details didn't matter too much at this stage. Their Jedi was a warrior. That was something. No other Jedi had done that since there were Jedi generals, around a thousand years ago.

So the 212th attack battalion would be at its peak. From drills to combat training, CC-2224 made his battalion work for their 'rest period', so that when their General came, he wouldn't find them wanting.

"Trooper." He barked at one of the faltering members of – squad 3526 his memory supplied. "Extra five kilos in that birgaan. You don't fall behind without a reason."

"Sir-Yessir." The enunciated pant came out. One of their brother's passed the designated weight to CT-4926, the faltering clone. No need to check, CC-2224 never needed to. If his brothers slacked in training, if anyone did, they would die, kamino live-fire drills taught them that, it was in their best interests to keep ontop of their training.

CT-4926 lugged his Bergen onto his back, the squad, jogging on the spot, resumed their assigned training lap of the Venator assigned to the batalion. CC-2224 kept watch over the impropmptu gymnasium he created. His shabla company would all have ramikadyc by the time he was finished with them, or at least be able to keep up with said commandos for a while.

He checked his HUD, 9:13:37, he had exactly 46 minutes twenty two seconds now until his General arrived. 45 minutes gave them plenty of time to clear everything away. One minute twenty one seconds, enough time to go through the General's likely inventory, plan drill and shooting displays, and a mental note for caf.

Using his HUD, he messaged every trooper in the – what was the starboard hanger.

"Alright vode, stop there. Everyone clean up, besbe to tayat. Weights to starboard gym, showers in staggered. MOVE."

The thunder of three hundred voices rang out.

"SIR, YES SIR!"

The efficiency of military cleaning was something to behold. What had been a gymnasium for three hours fifteen minutes quickly transformed back into the hanger. Thank fierfek the Larties weren't loaded up yet, that could've been a problem.

Orders were passed throughout shipboard comms, to the effect of 'clean up, suit up, if you're not ready by 9:45 in assigned positions, ba'slanar bah gayiyla nuhaatc'

It was 9:30, the starboard side of the ship was clear, port side was being cleaned by droids, half an hour before their General was due to arrive via a carrier, and most of the attack squads were getting into order.

CC-2224 moved through the main rooms and hangers, noting where troopers were milling about, in the rough proximity where they would be brought to attention. Finally stopping at the bridge, the commander gave his perfunctory report to CA-9341. Of course, CC-2224 controlled the men in the battalion, but CA-9341 controlled the ship itself, it was necessary for appropriate details to be exchanged.

9:47:42. Just enough time to cross the 500 meters to meet his General at the hanger, and leave approximately 8 minutes to run through mental preparations. CC-2224 arrived at the port hanger at 9:50:02, the rest of the troopers taking this sign to stand in the ready positions at ease. 10 minutes. Easy, troopers were made to hold the at ease position for up to 3 hours if needed.

9:55:37, the general's carrier ship approached. Five minutes early, should've accounted for that shiny. That thought was compartmentalised, replaced with appropriate greetings to an officer of higher rank, as the carrier began to move through the energy field and begin descent on the designated landing pad. 9:56:14, the ramp finally began to lower.

Out stepped their Jedi.

"OFFICER ON DECK."

The sound of two thousand five hundred synchronised boots coming to attention echoed in the hanger 2 seconds after the almost singular footfall actually contacted the ground.

"Sir, 212th 5th company attack battalion, at your command, Sir."

Authors Note: for you all to know, the 'standard' figure of around 3 million clones in a GAR (an organisation spanning hundreds of worlds with at least trillions upon trillions of lifeforms (consider Earth supports 7 billion people, with large sections (sub Saharan Africa, Australian Outback, Arctic/Antarctica, oceans etc.) uninhabited.) wouldn't be enough to protect the populace.

Consider in Star Wars, having Coruscant, Naboo, Mandalore, these planets are mostly land with bits of water, NOT mostly water with bits of land (i.e. Earth), so if each planet was comfortable with supporting 10 billion people, then add technology etc. with hundreds (thousands maybe?) of planets, you have trillions of people. And with trillions of people, you need MORE than 3 million soldiers as an army. So I'm considering having one 'unit' being 576 troopers (long story, but logical if you see how clones arranged in square formations in AotC), so 3 million units = 1.728 billion soldiers overall, which makes this much more believable, especially up against droids who, as seen in geonosis, can be produced regularly, so trillions or quadrillions of droids are not out of the question.

Also, small references to Warhammer 40k dotted around, simply because a) only galaxy spanning human empire with large enough military that is at war is in 40k, and I see jedi and clones abit like adeptus astartes and imperial guard. Roll with it, trust me, it just makes clone wars a bit better. (those without Warhammer 40k knowledge, don't worry, I've just lifted place names and military numbers from it, that's all).

(ba'slanar bah gayiyla nuhaatc- hide until we can cover for you, but be prepared to get it in your neck once we've finished, lit. 'deploy everywhere invisible')