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Why me? he thought. Why ME?

"Sands! Hey, SANDS!"

Sands looked up from his holo-book, "Yeah?"

"Do you know where Del is?"

"Probly the Senate. Why?"

"Cause. The council needs to talk to her about some debriefing. She isn't picking up her com so they sent a padawan who told Don, who told me."

"So you're going to tell me," Sands said.

"Right. Don't you love the chain of command?" Grate/ Jamando, asked.

"Yeah, I do." There was silence as they stared at each other for a few minutes. "Soo what do you want me to do?"

"Get your butt over there and get her back here!"

"Okay. I'll try."

"Do or do not, there is no try," Jamando said, in his best Yoda impersonation.

Sands rolled his eyes and left.

The good thing about being the only blond haired, blue eyed clone is that no one noticed that he was a clone. Here, he was just an average citizen making his way through life. A couple of girls giggled and waved at him. He pretended he didn't notice them. It wasn't that he didn't like girls, he did. But these girls were flirts. Not the type of girl he was looking for. Looking around here he didn't feel cynicism coming over him. Unlike other clones, he didn't suspect every person here as a spy or killer. Sure, he saw people that probably had killed, but this was Coruscant. That was to be expected. He was on guard but relaxed. He was ready for a fight but he wasn't looking at everyone like they were the ones who were going to start it. He turned the corner and the Senate building came back into view.

The Senate building. It never failed to impress him. It was so... regal. It also made him wary, these were the people that helped order his brothers to their deaths. He wished he was a little more like Jamando. He knew where all his squad-mates were. Three of them were in the 566th and the other in the 212th under General Kenobi. Sands only knew where one was... Alarm. He'd have to have Neon help him find his other brothers.

Back to finding the General. He knew where she should be... but she never seemed to be there. Maybe he'd get lucky and only have to look for half an hour. He smirked at his dry humor. Ahh, there she was. Right where she should be, good.

"General, the council has been looking for you." She didn't turn around, a warning alarm went off in his head. "General?" He reached out hesitantly and touched her shoulder. She turned and he said the first thing that popped into his head. "You're not my general!" He instantly smacked himself mentally. You Di'kut!

"No I'm not," she smiled. "You must be looking for Tara."

"Ummm, yeah. I mean, yes Sir, I am," he said, trying get his brain out of the fog it was in. She gave him a funny look which then changed into an amused look. Why me? he thought. Why ME?

"You don't need to be formal around me. I'm no one important. Just a handmaid," her green eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Do you know where Tara is?" he asked, finally succeeding in thinking like normal.

"No, I don't. I've been looking for her too." The sunlight caught her brown hair, picking out certain strands and making them look gold colored.

Brown hair, green eyes... she's one of Tara's handmaids. No wonder she looks so much like her. "You're one of Tara's handmaids."

"Yes. I'm Katrina." She held out her hand and he shook it, mentally smacking himself for not figuring that out earlier. "So, what's your name?"

"Pardon?"

"What's your name?"

"I'm a clone."

"I know. But I don't like that term. Who are you?"

"Lieutenant Sandstorm of the 56th, Sir." Grrr, can't I ever function like normal? If I'm looking for Tara I must be from the 566th. Dur!

"Do you die your hair?"

Sands was taken aback, "Umm, no."

"Oh, you're the blond one." The blond one?

"Yeah, that's me."

"Well, I'm going to look for Tara." She started walking and he stood there trying to figure out what just happened. She turned around, "Are you coming?"

"Yeah." He caught up with her and they walked side by side. Every few seconds he could feel her staring at him. He'd look at her and she'd look away. General, where are you? Now would be a very good time to show up.

Sands? His eyes bugged, he hadn't expected someone to reply to his thoughts.

That was just creepy, he thought.

You're telling me? came the reply.

That did not just happen.

Umm, yeah, it did. How did you do that?

Do what?

Talk to me? I didn't initiate the conversation. I was sitting here studying when all of the sudden your voice is in my head. How in blazes did you do that?

I have no idea. You're sure you didn't do it. A glare came flying through their connection. Okay, you didn't do it.

Let's talk about this later. What'd you call me for?

Show up and I'll tell you. He felt her presence vanish and noticed that Katrina was giving him a weird look.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"No, you just looked really funny there for a second."

"Yeah, I found Tara. She'll be here shortly."

"What? How do you know that?"

"I just talked to her."

"No you didn't."

"Yeah, I did. Not sure how but I was definitely talking to her."

"You talked to her through the force?" Katrina's look was a cross between amazed and horrified.

"Umm, no, yes... maybe?" he said, looking sheepish.

"Wow, I gotta know. Are you force sensitive?"

"I have no idea. One of my brothers is."

"I know. I heard about that. Don wasn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Hey, what's up?" asked Tara.

"He talked to you through the force," Katrina stated.

"Yeah, I noticed," Tara's eyes drifted to Sands.

"The Jedi Council is looking for you. Something about a debriefing."

"Naturally. Sands, meet me later?"

"Barracks?"

"Yeah, where the 566th normally hangs out."

"Okay, around 1625?"

"Sounds good. See ya later Katrina," Tara said hugging her. "Sands, you should show her around the barracks. She's never been there." She grabbed her backpack, ran out of the room and jumped off the balcony.

"That wasn't a dramatic exit at all," Katrina said sarcastically.

"Was it just me or was she trying to hook us up?" Sands asked.

"She was definitely trying to hook us up."

"What about it?"

"What about what?"

"I could show you around. You could meet the rest of us crazies. Unless you have something else to do."

"Noo, I don't have anything to do. She knew that. I'd love to come with you." Katrina laughed at his startled look, "Unless you'd rather not."

"No. I'd love to show you around." He was pretty sure he was turning pink.