Thanks to AL0LT0, captainrexbest35 and Neon Templar for reviewing! Please review! I live on reviews! :D This chapter is just to prove that my soldiers are not indestructible. They do often get hurt. You just don't always hear about it.

Ct-76-9572 had been hoping the impossible hope that he would be able to go back to the 'room' he shared with his squadmates after training and sleep. However he knew that there was no way that would happen. He would end up helping patch up his squadmates and talking about the training they'd had that day. He paused and looked out the window at the never ending rain. Kamino was boring. Always the same. He'd read about other planets that had suns and moons. He'd even seen pictures of a few. He always wished that they were somewhere else. Someplace that didn't storm all the time. He hated storms. They always had to train during storms. At least he did. He, out of all his squadmates had been picked to train as an ARC trooper. Their training was intense and often painful. Many troopers didn't survive it. It was a high pressure situation. If you didn't focus on what you were doing you could cost a brother his life. He had learned how to handle the pressure early on in his life. It wasn't easy being different but it had taught him how to handle pressure.

He was walking back to his room. He knew what awaited him... some of his brothers would undoubtedly make fun of him. They didn't mean any harm. They were just stressed and they took it out on him. He could live with that. He took his stress out on the training droids. Later, he'd probably take it out on real droids. After all, he was trained to be a part of the Republic's army. He noticed a couple of brothers standing in the hall. NULL troopers. He gave them a casual nod and they smirked at him. Most brothers were afraid of them. They were bigger, badder and stronger but he wasn't afraid. He couldn't afford to be. Besides, he knew they wouldn't harm their brothers. It would go against their way of life.

He walked into his room and instantly every eye was on him. It was silent and everyone just stared at him.

"What? No jokes?" he asked. "I'm disappointed."

"You haven't heard?" Ct-87-9638 said.

"Heard what?"

"We're being split into battalions!" he said it like it was a curse.

"So? Doesn't this happen to everyone?"

"Yeah, but this means we will probably never see each other again!" another brother added.

"Oh come on; the facilities aren't THAT big."

"But that's not the only thing." said Ct-87-9638. "There are rumors that we're needed in battle."

"What?" he asked.

"Another Jedi came today and since that there has been talk of getting ready for a battle!"

He sat down trying to process this train of thoughts. His mind was boggled. Sure, he was 24 to 25 physically but mentally he was only 13. "I guess we get ready and hope for the best," he said. Sands had no clue what was lying ahead of him.

Sitting in the barracks wasn't his idea of a good day but they had 'training' today. Had to make sure those worthless clones were still in shape, he thought, cynically. His eye caught a bit of movement to his left and he turned to see who, or what, it was. He instantly regretted the move when pain shot up the right side of his body. Light was rooting through his stuff looking for something. He finally found it and smiled.

Sands stared at the object, a holobook. He supposed it wasn't odd for his brother to be reading a holobook but it was something that only Exhaust and he had done in the past. Most of them only read orders or lists.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Light looked over, "Going to read. That okay with you?"

Sands dismissed the sarcastic remark, "Why?"

"Because it's interesting."

"Okay."

"I was bored," Light said as an excuse.

"Where'd you get it?"

"The general." Sands rolled his eyes; it didn't surprise him.

"How'd you like 'training'?" Sands asked.

"That wasn't training. That was cruelty disguised as training," Light snarled. "Honestly! How am I supposed to fight droids when my left arm is stiff from being twisted? How was your training? I know we didn't get it as hard as the ARC troopers."

"It was okay."

"Why are you sitting here then?"

"Cause I want to."

"Yeah right."

"I'm not going to the medbay." Light didn't look surprised at this statement.

"I'm not planning on taking you to the medbay. But you should see someone."

"I know," Sands said.

"Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"To see the general." Sands followed him trying, in vain, not to limp. They walked through the long corridors in the Temple to, what everyone in the 566th knew, was Del's room. He knocked on the door and they both stood quietly trying to hear footsteps.

"I don't think she's home," Light said. "I don't hear anything." The door opened but no one was there. "Umm, General? Are you here?" Light asked in a tiny voice. "Let's go!"

"Wait, don't leave." The voice sounded like Del's but it had an accent. A figure walked to the door, "Come in. Sorry about the mess." They walked in and looked around. What mess? Sands thought. The room's spotless! Light looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. Sands nodded, showing that they were thinking the same thing. Tara walked further into the room. It was set up as a living room. It had a couch and two chairs. The couch's back was to them and the chairs were diagonal to the couch and straight across from each other. Fire was sitting on the couch looking at a holobook.

"Hi," Fire called. Sands eyes flitted to the floor. Ahh, that would be the mess, he thought. Holobooks were all over the floor in stacks and piles, some falling over.

"What are you doing?" Light asked.

"Researching," Fire replied. Light nodded and sat down in a chair. Sands stood, debating whether he should sit or stand. He knew that sitting would cause him pain but standing would bother his legs. He decided that he would stand, so he stood next to where Fire'sspray was sitting and read over her shoulder.

"You are in pain," Tara said, breaking the silence. Light and Fire both looked around to see who she was talking too. Sands didn't have to.

"Yeah, but it will go away."

"No it won't." Sands, Light and Fire all gave her confused looks. "Turning hurts you as does sitting, signs of a broken rib. You had training this morning so you probably have more than one. Broken ribs are not to be dismissed lightly. If they have moved out of position they can easily puncture your lung. Sit," she said pointing at a chair opposite the one Light was sitting on.

Sands sat and Tara stood next to the chair. She held her hands so they were hovering right above Sands left shoulder, one hand on top of the other. Sands closed his eyes and crossed his legs Indian style. If he concentrated he could feel the force flowing from her into him. He could feel her healing the left part of his collar bone and then he could feel her working on his ribs. It was creepy yet oddly fascinating. He focused on finding his broken ribs. There were two on his left side one on his right. One of the ones on the left side was broken and had moved out of it's place and the other two were broken but still in the spot they should be. He 'see' her trying to move the broken one back into it's place but her energy was running out. He focused on helping her move it and between the two of them it slowly moved back into it's proper place. They helped it mend a little and then helped the other two mend a little. They were still fractured but they had started healing.

He opened his eyes and saw that Tara had done the same. "Feeling better?" she asked. He nodded yes. It had hurt but he was feeling better now that it was back in place. Tara looked pale; like she was going to pass out.

"I think you should sit down."

"Agreed," she replied, moving toward the couch. Sands tried to stand but found he couldn't move his one leg. His knee had locked up on him. This had been happening since Shili. A result of having part of an Laat/i crushing you, he thought. He was surprised that he had lived. He had been partly paralyzed because of the crash. The paralysis was slowly wearing off but his knees locked every once in a while.

"Sands, you okay?" Tara asked.

"My knee locked," he replied.

Tara's hands hovered over his right knee and he could feel her coaxing his muscles to relax. They did and his knee unlocked and he stood.

"Do you have training tomorrow?" she asked, flopping onto the couch.

"Yes," he replied.

"I'll see if I can't get them to excuse you from it."

"And if they don't?" he asked.

"You won't go anyway. You can't train with three broken ribs and a fractured clavicle."

"A what?" Light asked. "What's a clavicle?"

"It's his collar bone," Fire said. "What's wrong with your arm?"

"What?" asked Light.

"Your arm; you've been holding it weird," she said.

"Oh, I twisted it."

"May I?" she asked.

"Sure, why not?" Fire mimicked Tara's stance and closed her eyes. Light felt the muscles relax and loosen. A few minutes later she opened her light blue eyes. "Better?"

"Much," he replied.

Sands checked his crono, "I think it's time for dinner."

"Agreed," Light said. "We'll see you later Del."

"See ya," she replied.