"This must be the base they're referring to, in sector 7B." The clone advisor Ned pointed towards a point on the map that depicted the same forest landscape the entire map showed, telling Weela nothing. Her master nodded though, apparently agreeing. "It's one of the largest droid bases in the area sir, responsible for much of the air forces harassing our forces."

Fourth grunted something unintelligible, the clone was in full armour except for the helmet, which she seriously wished the clone would put on since the face of the clone was such a fearsome depiction of the battles the clone had suffered through...and more specifically the constant scowl Fourth wore was wearing her thin. "Will be hard to find a single man in that mess." Was that...satisfaction in Fourth's voice?

The sound of a laugh got her to look away though, finding a far nicer sight outside the building they were in. Outside the other three commandos were in their dress uniforms, their clothes mostly brown instead of red due to the mud stuck to them. The clones had placed a few crates around their little 'plaground', forming a rough circle.

As she watched one...Wrench or Cutter she wasn't sure...sat on a crate, laughing as the clone watched the other two circle one another, rubber knives in their hands.

She didn't know what to think of it, in a way it was creepy to see them 'play' while obviously training in killing...but it was also sort of cute. Which immediately made it creepy again since clones playing just seemed...unnatural.

"Worry not, we will find him." Boc Fac replied, confident as he was, Weela wasn't all that worried about that part either, when they found him however... Fourth just snorted however, showing what the clone thought of such statements.

With a half roar half laugh Lip launched himself at his opponent, the clone's knife tossed aside for some strange reason. Weela watched in confusion as the other clone for some reason didn't simply stab the charging opponent, nor step aside, instead simply taking the charge in the stomach, sending them both tumbling into the mud.

Weela raised an eyebrow, struggling with her amusement. Clones acting like children! She should be furious with them! Or not care...blast these clones were confusing!

"Entrance will be difficult though." The advisor clone replied, even with the helmet on Weela was sure Ned was frowning.

"I'm sure it will, that's why we want the help of the best." Boc Fac replied, drawing another snort from Fourth. "Padawan Weela..." She could sense the feather touch through the force, her master pushing her towards the door, towards the other clones. "...would you?"

She bowed her head, understanding. "Yes master." Squaring her shoulders she moved towards the other clones, letting her master plan the mission as she went to confront her problems. Force she hated being a jedi at time...

By now the other clone was resting a knee on Lip's chest, making the clone gasp for breath. The one on the crate laughed, slapping his thigh. "That's it! Show him Cutter!"

"Surrender." The clone that apparently was Cutter growled, how did they tell each other apart!?

Lip actually managed a weak laugh with whatever little air he had left. "Stupid...fool!" Then the clone's hand shot up.

Weela found her eyes bulging as Cutter fell forward, landing face first into the mud while clutching his crotch, muttered curses escaping him. The one on the crates laughed even harder, to the point of crying, as Lip sat up, gasping for breath. "Lip you wonderful jerk...you cheated!"

"I thought Fourth said there was no rules..." Lip replied with a wry grin, a grin that disappeared when the prone clone behind him tossed a handful of mud into the back of his skull. Then the grin returned. "Oh you son of a sith!" Whirling about he replied the thrown mud with a projectile of his own, missing Cutter with several feet.

"That's a funny thing to say." The clone remarked, swiftly getting on his feet and rushing towards Lip, as did Wrench.

Leaning against a crate Weela cringed at the sight of Lip being thrown face first into the mud, his arms pinned behind him by his two 'brothers' as they with wide grins tried to drown him. "Surrender now!" Wrench laughed, kicking his brother in the ankle. "Or we could pin your legs too...? Maybe we'll tie you up and give you over to the fifty-thirds?"

"Damn you two!" Lip managed, struggling a little, which earned him another face full of mud. "Fine! Fine I surrender!"

The two clones stepped away, letting Lip roll over unto his back as they all laughed. Weela too to her surprise.

Instantly the three clones fell silent, all eyes drawn to her...she fell silent as well, suddenly nervous.

"Erm...I think you've ruined your uniforms." She said, wincing at her meek voice.

The three clones shared a look, then shrugged as Lip said: "We always do."

"Oh really? Maybe I should order you guys to wear them for the rest of the day?" Weela smirked at the way the three clones flinched at that. "To teach you some manners of course, how do you think it would look if you're forced to go in a parade in that?" She pointed at the uniforms, not only dirty but also torn by now.

The three clones shared another look, this time an amused one.

Persevering Weela shrugged. "I mean, I heard that soldiers likes girls...and girls uniforms...clean uniforms. Or perhaps you'd like to hit on a of the swamp creatures here? I'm sure they'll find your choice of clothing perfect..."

That got an effect. Lip laughed while Wrench chuckled, the one named Cutter settled for a smirk. Whew...

"What? You don't think I look dashing?" Lip grinned as he puffed his chest, putting up a heroic stance that might have looked dashing if it wasn't for the ironic smirk and the way his pockets was torn open and his entire face covered in dark mud. "I'm the great swamp commando after all."

Weela laughed. "Well...perhaps you could charm a trandoshan...maybe."

"Oh? He haven't told you about our pirate campaign?" Wrench chuckled as Lip got an embarrassed look on his face. "He kissed one of those lizards!"

"No way!?" Weela laughed, trying to imagine how that would even work. Cutter smirked as well, apparently the greatest show of amusement he was allowed or something... "Have you been lying about your choice of name Lip?"

"Hey! First of all, the thing kissed me! Second of all, the thing did it to save its sorry skin!" He grimaced, apparently remembering the taste. "Just hope it was a girl..."

"Yes, because that makes it so much better." Wrench chuckled as he crossed his arms, shooting Lip a smirk. "Because then the only...thing you've ever kissed...was a girl...because you like shooting girls after kissing them? Because that's what I heard happened."

Weela grimaced, watching as Lip visibly struggled under the scrutiny of the others. "Well...erm...that is...erm...I stabbed...her?" He sighed, a slight flush creeping up his cheeks. "Erm...that's not better is it? Erm...oh shut up!" He took a step back and dramatically turned his back to the others, suddenly reminding her of a sulking child.

The others shared a laugh at his expense even as Weela realised what she had begun to think of them as persons rather than clones. All it had taken was a silly game and actually joking with them....Weela suddenly felt a little ashamed. She didn't let it show though. "Aww, calm down Lip, I'm sure the trandoshan loved that shared moment of love."

"Love? Love!?" Lip spluttered, making the others smirk. "Blast I hate you people..." He kicked at the dirt, pouting.

Weela shook her head. "Oh come now, just because you are a bit on the freaky side is no reason to be rude."

"She's got a point." Wrench chuckled, glancing at Cutter who simply shrugged. "By the way little padawan, if you wish you could show us some of...ah..." He suddenly became very interested in his feet, making Weela frown, Lip was also looking at his feet...the only one looking at her was Cutter. Well, not really at her but rather...

Feeling a chill creeping up her spine Weela turned...and found herself looking up at an angry looking Fourth, the man glaring down at her as if she was some annoying little insect. Jeez the clones were tall when one stood right next to them...

"Why are you distracting my brothers in their training?" The anger emanating from him seemed to envelope her too...like a cloud of the dark side that was about to swallow her whole.

"Erm...well..." Weela swallowed, well aware that it showed all too well. "They weren't really training...well...not in the sense that it-"

Somehow Fourth managed to get closer, his chipped chest plate almost hitting her in the face. "I don't want you distracting my troopers." The anger...it was suffocating...choking her.

"Sir she was only-"

"Silence Lip!" Fourth barked, making Weela flinch despite her efforts to stay calm, his gaze quickly returned to her, freezing her in place. "Stay. Away. From. My. Men."

"W...why?" Weela stuttered, surprised that she could even speak anymore, or that any air still remained in her lungs.

Somehow Fourth's gaze got harder, the cloud of the dark side grasped her lungs, making her gasp in sudden pain. "Because I care about them, that's why. Now bugger off."

"H...hey you can't-"

"Move!"

Weela found herself scuttling off, despite her pride, despite other clones laughing at the site of a jedi running away...she ran.