In which the clones wait for Ahsoka to leave, sneak into Darth Vader's Imperial ship with the aid of Sabine Wren and spray paint the Sith's fighter bright pink. Why? Same reason as usual. Because they could.

A thanks to Songbird's Call for the suggestion.

Now, Sabine prided herself on being a sensible, if somewhat pyro-manic, person. So when Rex and Gregor approached her, asking if they could borrow a tin or two of the brightest colour that she had, she was naturally curious. There were the men (and woman because Ahsoka had to be counted) who had hijacked a Star Destroyer not two weeks before and then completely destroyed simply because they could. If they were going to prank someone, she wanted in.

So, staring at the two clone soldiers, Sabine leant back in her chair, crossed her arms and smirked. "What's in it for me?"

She knew she made the right choice when the clones smirked right back at her. What she hadn't been expecting was to sneak off the Ghost while Kanan, Ezra and Ahsoka were away on Jedi business and Hera and Zeb had been doing supply runs, to join the clones on whatever ship they were using at the time. Normally, she'd hate to leave the Ghost completely unprotected but the clones helped her put up massive amounts of traps and alarms that could only be passed by those who either lived on the ship, knew someone and trusted them or a combination of the two. Sabine left a note on the table, before sprinting to meet up with the clones.

In addition to this, everyone in the rebellion knew that the clones, specifically Rex, Cody and Bly had basically written the handbook for the Empire's communications so they were cleared in moments, Hawk casually directing the ship towards the Star Destroyer's hanger bay. Rex gave Sabine a smile. "Okay, we've got five Buckethead uniforms. You, me, Nax, Dogma and Rookie will be Storm Troopers for the day while the other lot drives everyone away from the hangar bay."

"How do you want to paint the TIE?" Sabine replied, nodding to Rex's plan. "We can just dump the cans on it, but that's never very fun. We can use a few of my bombs but that might get paint everywhere else and that might ruin the surprise. Or we can use all the paint and just go crazy on the hangar."

"I like the way this one thinks!" One of the clones called from the bridge as he loaded his blaster. Sabine glanced over at him, identifying him as Boomer, while the clone continued; "I say, if we're pranking one, we might as well prank them all."

There was a laugh in response from Coric. "Can you imagine if an Inquisitor was on board and we got their TIE as well?"

There were several laughing discussions from then on as they flew into the hangar. Sabine glared hatefully at the Storm Trooper helmet, earning another laugh from one of the clones and they disembarked calmly.

"Okay, keep calm," Nax muttered over the comms. "We've got to head towards the main hallway."

"On the count of ten, the others will begin their raid." Rex continued. He glanced towards Sabine. "Sabine, got the paint?"

Sabine shrugged her shoulders, causing her backpack to rattle. "All good."

"Remember, Vader's TIE is the main target." Rex explained. "Once that's done; you can finish the rest. We only have five minutes to get this done."

"The commander's going to be so angry when she finds out." Dogma groaned, receiving snickers from Rookie and Nax in response.

"Nah." Rookie responded. "She'll be mad we didn't invite her."

Sabine decided that she would ask Hera if she could spend a week with these guys. Rex led the group off the ramp and turned, heading towards one of the exits. Sabine trotted after him, excitedly counting down in her head. Five seconds left.

Five.

The lead Buckethead greeted them, asking what they needed and how long until they were on their way again.

Four.

Rex replied calmly, gesturing to who Sabine assumed was Nax, and discussed the possibility of an infirmary run due to a rebel attack.

Three.

Nax immediately began to sway as he stood, trying to appear as though he was suffering from an injury.

Two.

Nax collapsed and the lead Buckethead moved forward, gesturing behind him to call over medics.

One.

Kano burst out of the ship with what could only be described as explosive enthusiasm, several clones that Sabine couldn't place from the distance joining him. They yelled out a rally cry and began to fire, stunning several of the bucketheads in their moment of surprise. Who Sabine assumed to be Attie led the second charge; his group sprinting passed Kano and charged for the far-off door, taking down any and all Storm Troopers.

Nax leapt to his feet, slamming the butt of his blaster against the lead Buckethead's head; a movement echoed by Rex, Dogma and Rookie. Sabine slipped the backpack off her shoulders, dumping it on the floor, and immediately dug out the spray cans she'd brought with her. She tossed one to each of the clones and they took off, sprinting towards the large TIE fighter that had been identified as Darth Vader's.

Sabine grabbed her own spray can in one hand, her backpack in the other, and sprinted after them. Rex turned to face her, boosting her up to an area where she could clamber onto the top of the TIE. Getting a grip on the TIE, Sabine bent over the dark metal and set to work.

She could hear the sound of blaster exchange and barely flinched as a bolt whizzed past her ear. Dogma yelled something over his shoulder as he sprayed the bottom of the TIE, his tone more teasing than angry, which got a laughing response from Hawk. The pilot was refuelling the ship they'd commandeered to get onto the ship, casually watching the fight with vague amusement.

Sabine stuffed the pink spray can into her bag and dug out one of her miracles. She planted the bomb carefully in the middle of the TIE before sitting back on her knees and admiring her work. The miracle wouldn't destroy the TIE; it would just short-circuit all the other fighters and decorate the hangar bay with the same neon pink that Darth Vader's fighter now sported.

"Sabine! You finished?" Rookie called up. She poked her head over the side. "Yeah, coming down."

She slid off the TIE, careful to avoid disturb the wet paint too much, and landed right by the clone. He shared a wicked grin before Kano caught their attention. "Oi! Time to go."

Sabine quickly zipped her backpack closed, grabbing the spray cans from each of the clones, and they sprinted across the hangar bay and into the ship. Hawk was sitting in the pilot seat, still with the expression of mild amusement decorating his face, ready to go. He glanced at Rex. "Let me know when the last one's in."

Rex nodded in agreement, already heading back towards the ramp while Bow slipped into the co-pilot seat. Commander Bly stood by the cockpit door while Sabine could hear the clones rushing around, preparing for take-off.

"We're all free. Go." Rex called through the comms and Hawk flew them out of the hangar. Sabine shared a glance with Boomer, who was standing next to her, and began to count down from five. She received a strange glance from Bly and Cody, but only gave them a smirk in response. Upon reaching zero, she pressed the button on the detonator in her hand.

"What did that do?" Cody asked, curious. Sabine gave him a smile. "It worked a miracle. I just wish I could've seen it."

Darth Vader stormed into the hangar bay of the Star Destroyer and took in the state of destruction. There were several injured Storm Troopers, all the fighters and even the Star Destroyer itself had been shot, currently leaving them stranded in space until they could restart the engines.

But what annoyed him the most was the fact that his TIE fighter had been painted bright neon pink and an explosion had rocked the hangar bay not one minute after those traitorous clones had left. Every member of the Imperial forces knew of the 'Artist' but now they got to see her work up close and personal. Splattered against the roof above his fighter was the symbol of the rebellion in orange paint. That alone was insulting and Darth Vader was absolutely livid at the actions that the clones had done that resulted in the blasted symbol being there. However, it didn't end there. The clones had left one final present for him; one he doubted even the 'Artist' knew about.

Splashed smugly across the front of his TIE fighter and on several other places around the hangar bay, in bold black paint sat the symbol of the Galactic Republic.

Yeah, I have no excuse for being late with updating and for the rather shite work this one-shot is. Honestly all I can say is sorry.

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