"Oh, Uj cake!" Slicer exclaimed. Stealth had seen it at the same time, though, and they both reached for the last plate at the same time. "Hey!" Slicer said. "I saw it first."

"I'll Wookiee, Gungan, Ewok you for it," Stealth suggested. "Wookiee beats Gungan, Gungan beats Ewok, Ewok beats Wookiee."

The boys agreed. They stood with their backs facing each other, took three steps, then spun around. Stealth stood tall, his arms held up above his head, mocking claws. Slicer hung his arms by his ears and made a fish face.

"Aw, come on!" Slicer complained. "You got the uj cake last week!"

"You lost then, too!" Stealth said with a smile, picking up the plate. He spotted Prime across the room and went to sit by him. Slicer browsed the room, looking around for anyone he recognized. Not too difficult. They all looked the same. Over in the corner, however, a group of clones had gathered around in a circle. Slicer decided to go investigate.

Turns out two clones were arguing. One of them was in standard clone armor, the other was wearing green painted Clone Commando armor.

"Lurk!" Slicer yelled, pushing his way through the crowd. "What the fierfek are you doing?"

Lurk ignored him. He shoved the clone backwards. "You came out of the 'standard batch', di'kut. We're the Elite. We've had training. We know more about combat than you'll ever learn. That makes us superior."

The clone, Slicer finally recognized him as CT-364, swung a punch at Lurk. "We're all cloned from the same DNA, ik'aad, maybe you've had specialized training, but you're no better than the rest of us."

Lurk lunged forward and knocked Six-Four to the ground. The crowd pressed in, then, eager to see the fight. Slicer jumped forward, trying to pull Lurk away from Six-Four. He slipped out of Slicer's grip though, and swung another punch at the clone. By this time, the fight had attracted the attention of everyone else in the mess hall. Prime and Stealth elbowed their way through the fray. Prime grabbed Six-Four while Stealth helped Slicer hold Lurk back.

"Chakaar !" Lurk spat.

Slicer had enough. He grabbed Lurk by the armor and got in his face. "What's your problem, dinii? Six-Four is right! We all came from the same DNA, and your 'superior training' doesn't mean squat! Here you are picking fights with our brothers? What's wrong with you?"

"They aren't my brothers."

Slicer slapped Lurk's armor as a warning shot. "Of course they're your brothers! Just 'cause we're on the same squad doesn't make you and me any closer than you and any of the others in this room. Got that? The droid army isn't going to have much to do if you're in here beating up our army from the inside."

Slicer let go of Lurk and turned his back to him, going over to give Six-Four a pep talk.

"Hut'uun ."

Slicer stopped in his tracks. A tense silence fell over the group. He turned slowly. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Lurk growled. "You're a coward and a traitor. You'd side with the cannon fodder over your own brother--"

Slicer lunged forward, knocking over both Lurk and Stealth. He pulled out the vibroblade he kept tucked in his knuckleplate. The blade shot forward several times, cutting up Lurk's face. "Elite, are you?" Slicer roared. "I bet you think you belong on the same level as Jango Fett, don't you? Well then let's remove all doubt!"

Prime let go of Six-Four and rushed forward. He tried to get a grip on Slicer, but was knocked backwards by a sudden kick. Stealth tried to wrestle the vibroblade away from him, but only received a few dents in his knuckleplate. Lurk elbowed Slicer in the chest, sending him backwards. He swung himself up on to his feet and aimed a kick at Slicer's head. Slicer reached up and caught Lurk's foot, twisting and knocking him off balance. Lurk fell, slamming his shoulder hard against the ground. He bit back a cry of pain, gripping his injured shoulder. Slicer rushed forward and pinned Lurk to the spot. Slicer's blade was relentless. Only when he was quite satisfied with the final result was Prime able to pull him away. Stealth and a few of the troopers helped Lurk to his feet. Blood streamed down his face from the numerous deep gashes.

"With those scars, you could pass for Jango," Slicer growled. "How's it feel to be Elite now?"

Lurk lowered his head and glared at Slicer, fire in his eyes. He lurched forward, but Prime and Stealth caught him, holding him back.

"Come on," Stealth said, "let's get you to the medic. We need to get bacta on that right away."

Lurk tried to break free of Prime and Stealth's grip, but they held fast. Lurk spat at Slicer.

"You, demagolka, are dar'manda."

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Note from Rio: Oh! By the way, there's gonna be the occasional Mando'a phrase in all these stories. I highly reccomend you download the dictionary from The stories will make much more sense.