I'm real sorry that i havn't updated in 3 months! I kind of lost interest after i finished reading the Republic Commando Series. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. I do own my "mature" sense of humor.

"What's going to happen to us now?"

"I don't know."

"Can you believe the size of this casualty list? We lost a lot of men."

"Are the Jedi really up to the job? I thought they were unstoppable, and yet we lost quite a few of them on Genosis too. Sarge, what do you think?"

"I don't know, I'm just your sergeant."

"Ya, and we're just your privates. No, wait. That didn't come out right."

"Think before you speak," said Zil. Zil was the explosive specialist from the squad. He was also known for being serious most of the time.

"Next your going to tell me look before I shoot," said Stud. Stud was sort of the squad's comedian. He could crack a joke even under fire. His name was a squad joke too. The one time the squad watched the holovids they saw an old show. During the show someone was called a stud. Everyone wanted to know what a stud was. When they found out they decided to nickname someone Stud. The only one who didn't mind the nickname was Stud.

"No wonder you couldn't hit that droid. I saw hundreds of bolts hitting all around him. I decided to put him out of his misery. Maybe you should go to the shooting range Stud." That is Sarge. He was the Sergeant of the squad from the beginning, so they didn't try to nickname him anything else.

"I'd go with you, but I really don't have to hit droids. They're so small. I prefer larger targets," said Pat. Pat was short for Patton. During some early tests he scored high in the tactics section. They decided to name him after a general from another planet. Pat was the man with the rocket launcher. He loved to blow things up with it.

"I think all of us should go ahead and get some sleep. In the morning we should be getting reassigned. Our company got so banged up that we have to be assigned to another one."

"Awesome some new meat. I can try out my jokes on them. Do you think they ever heard the one about the nerf and the hut?"

"I think they would hear it and have to be sent to the med bay."

"Why? Because they'll be laughing so hard?"

"No, because they're ears will be bleeding."

"That's enough! Go to sleep!"

The next morning the four squad mates got up and went through their morning routine. They all got up, brushed their teeth, got dressed, and ate breakfast. After a breakfast of eggs, bacon, and hash browns they went off for some private time before their meeting.

At 1100 hours they all met outside of the briefing room. "Ready guys?"

"Yes Sarge," the other three replied. They all walked in to the room and selected four seats next to each other in the middle of the room. A few seconds later a female Jedi walked in. Every clone in the room stood up at the same time. They all stood at attention. The Jedi was visibly surprised at this.

"What's wrong with her?" asked Zil, "She acts like she's never seen clones at attention before."

"Maybe she hasn't," replied Sarge. The general seemed to have gotten over her surprise and moved to the front of the room.

"Relax and helmets off," was her first order. Pat could hear the unsteadiness in her voice. The clones were a little hesitant to take off their helmets although they relaxed almost immediately. "Come on, I don't bite."

The clones, one by one, took of their helmets. Pat noticed that it took a few seconds, 4.73 to be exact, for the general to register that every clone looked exactly the same. It took her another 4.33 seconds to recompose herself.

"Now then, you all know you are here to be resigned to new squads and companies. There are eighty of you in here. Forty of you will become members of K Company and forty will become L Company. You will also be put into a squad. Each company will have four squads of ten each. I'm going to call role now." No clones were absent, which really wasn't a surprise.

"Ok, now I am going to call out every one who is in K Company. The first people are: 2424, 2425, 2426, and 2427." Those numbers were the numbers of Stud, Sarge, Zil, and Pat. The general continued to call out the remaining thirty-six men of K Company. It was a little haunting to hear some of the numbers being called. 5678, 9908, 11102, 11445, 11992. These were the last five numbers called. Going from 2424 to 11992 was surprising. Either they had lost hundreds of men in between each number, or a bunch of different clones from many different squads were assembled here.

"If everyone from K Company would step into the other room, you will be sorted into your different squads." The Sarge got up first followed by Stud, Zil, then Pat. They stepped into the next room, which looked a lot like the first one, but with a large board on the wall across from the entrance.

"Well, it looks like we're all in first squad," said Sarge.

"Were are the barracks?"

"We are assigned to the northeastern barracks."

"Wait, isn't that were we were before?"

"Ya, that's the exact room we were in."

"I guess the GAR is getting lazy."

"Well let's go meet our new squad mates!"

"Maybe one will have a sense of humor!"

"Maybe one of them will punch you!"

"I'll do it," said Pat.

"Thanks buddy! Remind me to let you assault some droids alone."

"That would be great!"

"If you don't watch it I'll steal your rockets."

"If you don't watch it I'll steal your…. Wait you don't have anything I can steal."

"That's just part of being a member of the GAR."

Kind of a filler chapter, but i will hopfully get another chapter up soon. I finally introduced some characters. I just have to come up with 6 more! Ya. R&R please! I only have 2, count'um, 2 reviews!