"General," the red haired clone with the side cut saluted. His mouth quirked in a smile and his slight beard gave him an almost mischievous look. All in all he could have been a parody of Ben. Only the thin braid was missing. That and the clone had a scar running over his right eye that had a milky colour. Obi-Wan suspected that it was blind. His gaze turned towards the helm the clone held under his right arm. The men's uniforms were black with a few white streaks. But this Blade had also a few red stripes on his chest plate, his leg armour and at the side of his helmet. The front of his helmet however, was undeniable a parody of Ben's mask.

The clone's smile fell not a moment later and his brown eye darted between the undoubtedly familiar form of his General and Obi-Wan.

"Sir?"

"That," Ben began and reached up to take off his mask, "is my brother Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight. Obi-Wan, meet my Commander CC-2226 also known as Blade."

The ginger haired Jedi had crossed his arms over his chest and nodded at the clone who was apparently judging him.

"How in the name of the Force did you get clones?" he asked amused. Ben shot him a mischievously glance.

"If I may General," a clone with side parted brown hair, which slightly hung over his right eye, stepped forward. His armour was different from that of the others. There was no heavy protection and he possessed a large and heavy looking belt with all kinds of tools and technical devices instead of weapons.

"Make it SHORT, Prattle," Ben all but growled, causing some of the other clones to start laughing and chuckling. Obi-Wan was left to wonder how this clone had come to such a name and he decided he probably did not want to really find out.

"Of course Sir, as always," Ben groaned and more chuckling war heard, but Prattle completely ignored it. "We are the discarded and malfunctioning."

"Excuse me?"

Before Prattle could answer the Jedi's question, Blade cut in, "We are the junk under the Kaminoans' feet. We are not to one-hundred percent working as we are supposed to, our DNA inhales mistakes."
"Blade has too much of a free will for example," Ben offered, "and in Prattle's DNA is the fighting and combat part missing. Other's have physical handicaps."

"But you took them?"

"Of course," Ben answered as if this were the most stupid question in the universe, "They are sentient human beings are they not? And just because Blade has a loose mouth, does not mean he is not a good soldier and only because Prattle has no idea how to aim, does not mean he cannot build weapons or hack into a system."

"And here I thought that Jedi were the only people in the galaxy, who see clones as people and not just as a product," the Council member said and he shot his brother a small and approving smile.

His grin was returned, "I am an advocate of the living Force, it's in my nature." Obi-Wan only hummed, again he was greatly reminded of Qui-Gon. "So guys," Ben directed his speech towards the clones, "my brother here has a little problem which is called Anakin Skywalker."

"Shall we kill him?" a clone with a short pony tail and black hair asked.

"No, you shall help him. You see, Skywalker got himself in peril and now the big boys have to help him," his eyes glowed golden, "Show the Ghost Company and the 212th Battalion how it is done."

"Yes Sir," the clones said as one and saluted simultaneously.

"You heard the General," Blade yelled and put his helmet on, "Let's show these amateurs what the Shadow Squad is capable of." Shouts and cheering erupted in the small hall and the troop moved out, leaving the two Kenobis behind.

"Aren't they great," the Sith Lord chuckled and put his mask back on.

"They certainly are something else," Obi-Wan admitted and followed the older male out.

"They are certainly not as drilled as yours. I for one enjoy their free wills and their 'handicaps' make it more challenging."

"Some people would call it handicap," Obi-Wan commented when a limping clone with a sniper rifle on his back, walked past them, "others would say that it gives them the opportunity to see things differently."

Ben hummed, "I would prefer one of them over a whole battalion of battle droids... and if it were Prattle at my side, well, then I WOULD have a battalion of droids under my command. Droids which are actually useful. They still don't have emotions, but at least they have SOME brain."

"Maybe you should introduce him to Anakin, he is a good mechanic too."

"In this case we better make sure that Skywalker survives," Ben's eyes sparkled.

"We are ready to depart," Blade had appeared at his General's side during the Kenobi's dialogue, but he had patiently waited until the speaking had ended.

"Good," he turned to the ginger haired Jedi, "Follow Blade, I will give you the authority for this one."

"What about you?" the Council member asked suspiciously.

"I make sure that Prattle, Headshot and Co will stay out of trouble," with these words the Sith vanished.

"Or in other words," Blade began when he and Obi-Wan were walking right next to each other, towards one of the transportation ships, "he stays low and off the screen." The red haired clone huffed, "Coward," but it was said with humour and Obi-Wan doubted that Blade really meant it this way.

"Let's show him that we are not cowards then," the Jedi replied.

Again the clone huffed, this time in amusement, "I think we'll get along quite well, Jedi."

"I'm glad, I would not want to have you as my enemy," he answered while they stepped up the ramp into the ship's belly.

"Glad to hear that," Blade simply commented and a moment later the cruiser took off.

I thought it appropriate to create a few clones too... tell me how you like them!^^

R&R^^