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"Don, oh Don. DON!"

"AHH," Don sat up fast and slammed his head against the bunk above his. "Man, I hate this ship. What do you want?" he snapped at an unsuspecting Tre.

"Del wants us in the training room; in five minutes. You should probably hurry." Don jumped out of bed and struggled with his armor for several minutes. He was hopping down the hallway while pulling on his leg armor. He managed to get it on and be in the training room on time. Del was sitting on a mysterious crate that hadn't been there last night. When he entered she looked up and smiled.

"Nice to see you're on time. I had my doubts," she gave him a killer grin. He wasn't sure why she was doing that but it was scaring him. She had a purely evil smirk on her face, the kind that meant, look out here comes trouble. "I'm sure all of you have heard about my little secret, someway or another. Well, today that secret shall be revealed. I noticed that some of you have issues with your armor." Don shifted uncomfortably, "So I brainstormed with a friend and we came up with this." He felt the men shift and look surprised. It looked like normal clothing except they were all black. How was that going to keep them safe? At least the armor they had on now kept the blasts from being as bad.

"Umm general, are those normal clothes?"

"No, it is armor."

"That's the oddest armor I've ever seen!" Don was appalled that his brothers were being so critical of the general.

"Come up here, Merly. Now touch it," he hesitated. "It's not going to bite you." He reached out and touched it.

He looked surprised, "This doesn't feel like material or plastic." All the brothers crowded and touched it.

"That's because it isn't either."

"Then what is it?"

"Dragon scales."

"Dragon scales?" the men chorused.

"Yes, they happen to be blaster proof."

"Where did you get this from?"

"My home planet; and no, we do not kill dragons for it. We only kill dragons when they attack our villages relentlessly. These scales are from dead dragons. Well, go try them on!" They were semi-tight fitting so the men wore their workout clothes over them. They all exclaimed that they fit well and were comfortable.

"I'll have to take you shopping to get clothes to wear over them." The men all laughed.

"Del, you may not want to do that. I promise I'll behave, but my brothers will be bad!" Laure said. They all laughed because if any of them were going to be bad it would be him. Del dismissed them and they walked to the mess to get something to eat. Grate noticed Del stayed behind and so he stayed too.

"Do you have a question?"

"No," he replied. "Aren't you heading to the mess?"

"And let Flip poison my food again? No way."

"Sorry about that."

"That's alright; you were adjusting. It's not easy being passed around with out your consent. It's even harder to not resent the person over you."

"You've been in a situation like this?" he asked in surprise.

"Yes, I was 14 before I was chosen to be a padawan. And to top it all I wasn't picked by my master. The council picked me for her. We had a rocky start."

"Did it ever get better?"

"Yup," she stopped there and he decided not to push it. "I'm going to go to the mess now to get my food poisoned. Coming?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Because you don't want poisoned," she said. They both laughed and walked toward the mess.

Okay guys, for those of you who are dying of curiosity about Del's new padawan. You'll meet her in a couple chapters more! I know I'm cruel. I was going to have her in this one but I got an brilliant idea and I have to delay her arrival. :D