"Hi! This is, 'Question Corner' you're watching and I'm your host, Kale!" I see the crowd has a particular group of people today. Fans of an older age are in the back while parents and their children sit in the front rows. All the kids were seated on the floor with their fake plastic blaster in their hands and a couple wearing the trademark clone helmets. It made my heart sink, but now was no time to go aw, so I pick up my composure and continue staring onto the camera. "Today with me, we have, ARC TROOPER FIVES!" My arm flings to the right where a six foot tall man, decked out in his ARC trooper armor, steps on stage; twirling his pistols before putting them away. The kids stared in astonishment, while the fan girls squealed and swooned in his wake. Screaming, 'I LOVE YOU' and and begging for his autograph.

He approaches me and gives me a friendly hug, saying, "Good to see you again, Kale. Just like old times," he then gestures to the rebuilt set, "Only with better circumstances."

I chuckle, "Yes, no Separatist scum here." and I lead him towards the dark blue chairs. It was Mini's, my set designer, way of showing appreciation for the 501st legion.

Fives sits and places both his arms on the armrests, while I cross my legs and begin to shuffle the, 'Question Corner' cards in my hands.

I look at the camera and sweetly, smile, "Before we begin, let me say thank you, Fives, for coming here today. It means so much to us." The whole crowd screams their agreement, while the kiddies start showing off their plastic blasters and firing at each other and at Fives. Probably hoping Fives would notice. Well, He did and he made his fist look like a gun and pretended to make fake blaster shot noises. One of the kids shoot at him and he acts like he's been hit. Sinking into his chair and rolling his eyes in the back of his head, he even sticks out his tongue to add more effect. I begin to giggle. What a character!

"Okay, okay." I laughed, "We should probably begin," I look up from my cards and see he's propped himself back up into sitting position and is smirking. He's clearly won the crowd and he's happy with it. He's so fun, I should have had him on weeks ago! "Our first question is from, spikala, 'We don't get to see our favourite company as much as we'd like to. Could you put us out of our misery and tell us a bit about the ARC trooper training you and Echo did together?"

Fives chuckles, "Well, I'll tell you one thing. It's not easy!"

The people chuckle, and he then props his ankle up on his knee and leans back into his chair, replying, "You can go on the Holonet and see the same thing over and over again." He straightens his limbs as stiff as a board as he imitates a droid, "The Alpha training program was a program designed to equip clone trooper commanders with ARC training. During this training, the ARC trained clone commanders were taught to think more creatively and to bring out their independence and tactical genius." He then slouched back to his formal position, "Aside from the latter compliment of creativity and genius, you guys have never been told how hard it takes to become an ARC trooper. Well here's a hint, we don't get creative by a someone tossing us a piece of paper and crayons saying, paint us a pretty picture."

I lean my head against my fist and ask, "How do you get creative? Battle tactic wise, how do they train you?"

He stiffly places his hands out in front of his, "Think of it like this, you're in a large arena-sized, room, and we'll make it easy and say our mission is just to get to the other side of the map, okay?"

I nod.

"Well, take that, have objects in your way:" He begins to list them off with his fingers, "towers, buildings, fake droid like civilians, and clankers, especially the clankers, tanks, anything you can imagine in a war-zone. What do you think will happen when you complete your mission?" He raises his brow to me, clearly, not being hypothetical.

I answer the most obvious of answers, "You...get a pat on your back and they move you onto the next assignment...or level training, I guess. I don't know, what?"

"They start you all over again and this time they block out all the exits you used to get to the other side, strengthen the droids you killed, and make it a thousand times more difficult. So they practically rewind the whole event and put everything that you used to your advantage against you and you have to come up with a different way out each time. This happens again and again, all up until you've exhausted all options."

I childishly raise my hand, "Then I'd just ask for the paper and the crayons ahead of time."

Fives laughs and asks, "So, Rex told me you took self defense classes?"

I sheepishly nod, "Yeah, but I can't take out any droids yet."

"What do you think you could do on the field then?" He's clearly not teasing me on this. Well, as far as not teasing goes for Fives.

I shrugged, "Let's just say I could make a mean meat-shield."

Everyone's laughing at the thought and then I turn to the next question. "From, Ahsokatano191, 'are you and Jesse close brothers now after what happened with Krell. Your reply."

"Jesse has become a great brother. I'd fight beside him any day."

"And he's got a good sense of humor," I add, "I've met him. He's great."

Fives chuckles, "Yeah, that's Jesse for you."

"Okay, this next question is from, JediChick101, 'Did you think that breaking into the Citadel to rescue Master Piell was a suicide mission?"

"We all did." he replied, "No one ever broke into the Citadel before we did and we didn't even have a reliable map to go by at the time. So yeah, it was about as suicidal as you could get."

"Would you rather go back into the Citadel again or serve under General Krell?" I asked out of my own pure curiosity.

"I'll live in the Citadel if it means not seeing that ugly frog, face again."

I nod in agreement before turning to the next question, "From, 'dogma23, 'Fives, are you friends with Jesse and Rex?' And since you already said you're friends with Jesse, what about Rex? Are you friends with him?" I ask, shifting in my seat.

"Yes." He nodded, "You can't even visit that with the Captain without walking away wanting to improve yourself more. Well," HE pretends to brush off fake, dust from his ARC trooper armor, "Except when I became an ARC trooper, now he's trying to keep up."

The crowds laughing as I say, "I'll be sure to inform him of this unspoken rivalry. This next question is from, 'ShadowMaster77, ' If you work for the Jedi, but you are under Palpatine's command, and you were asked by Palpatine to kill the Jedi, and a Jedi told you to kill Palpatine...which would you do?"

"Urh, that's not an easy one..."

He gives me a look that screams he'll refuse to reply, so to catch him before he says anything I blurt out, "How about instead of replying, because I can respect that you don't want to be under such pressure, you and everyone of your brothers that come on, 'Question Corner' makes a vote backstage before he leaves. At the end of Brotherhood Weeks we'll tally up the votes and give out the results. Palpatine of Jedi Generals. What do you say?"

He ruffly raised his shoulders and dropped them, "I suppose."

"Great," I chirp, "So this next question is from, NobelMeta, 'Fives, your squad is part of the 501st legion, right? So that must
mean you guys are some of the best out there, but my main question is if you guys are all clones of one person, how do you all have unique personalities?" I look up from the card and ask, "So what is your reply?"

"We are all made from one person, but still individuals. Would you ask that to a twin? You wouldn't, because they look the same, but are completely different."

I switch to the next card, "This one is from, JediChick101, 'Do you find it exceptionally cool that you are Clone Trooper twenty seven, five thousand, five hundred, and fifty-five? (I do!)" I giggled and look up at his shocked face.

"I never thought about it that way. It's good someone's keeping count; because I'm oblivious."

"I think it's cute. Okay, so from, 'ShadowMaster77, 'Have you ever thought that the clones were truly slaves to the Republic?"

I could see him biting the inside of his mouth as he moiled it over. Finally he shook his head, "I do question certain things like that, but really, I still haven't come up with an answer to this day. I felt like a slave under General Krell, if that offers any conclusion."

I flip to the next question, "From, spikala, 'Fives, you have been assigned to Captain Rex's missions a couple of times now, but what do you do the rest of the time? Do you get to work with other companies? Other ARCs? Nulls? And on that note, what do you like the most, and the least, about being an ARC trooper?" I look up at Fives expectantly.

"Because I'm an ARC, I'm far more independent and even though I still belong to the 501st legion, I, in a way, belong to everyone. I get called for many different missions in different legions."

"Sounds like a lot of travel."

He laughed, "You can meet a lot of people that way, that's for sure. And as for the latter question, I haven't found anything to be disappointed of yet."

I look onto the next question, "JediChick101 asks, 'What were you thinking when Anakin Skywalker revealed his plot for getting past the life scanners was freezing yourself in carbonate?"

Fives began to laugh, "I hated it. As you know, I thought I'd end up as a wall decoration."

I laughed well, "I can't blame you. I'd opt out at the last second."

"Ah, you're tough, Miss Kale." he punched my shoulder, "I saw what you did when General Krell was here. I wouldn't mess with you in a thousand years."

I smile, and thank him before continuing, 'This next ones from, Celtice and Dukakis 2016, 'What weapons do you like to use and what is the main weapon of a Clone Soldier?"

Fives eyes practically lit up at the question. He pulls out his dual pistols from their holsters and laid them on the coffee table, "Well, the primary weapon used is a DC-15 blaster rifle," he gestured to the twin pistols, "but I prefer these two, ah DC-17 hand blasters. Their capacity is 50 shots, and it's just a smaller version of the DC-15S blaster, and it shares many similarities with the DC-15's side arm blaster used by clone commandos..."

After about another three minutes of hearing more DC-17 hand blasters, I found it notably cute to see him so well versed in his weapon. I pondered on whether or not every one of Fives brother's knew about guns like he did, but I relented from asking.

"That's fascinating, Fives." I smile sweetly and he smiles back before retrieving his weapons and putting them back in their holsters. I flipped to the next card, "From, ShadowMaster77, 'How badly do you wish your fallen brothers were still fighting with you?"

His mood quickly changed and he replied, solemnly, "Badly. I've lost a lot brothers, like: Echo, Hevy, Droidbait, and Cutup. They were there with me from the beginning and I'd do anything to fight beside one them more time."

"I'm sorry, Fives. At least they are in a better place," I gravely say, laying a hand on his knee as I gave him a sympathetic smile.

"I hope so."

I let go of his knee and lean back into my chair to turn to the next card, "From Gamergirl, 'Why say what you did when you were about to be executed even though there was only about a 40% chance it would work? Don't get me wrong, you were totally right and I think you're AWESOME but I'm just curious."

No ones asked him to talk about his execution before now, and I wonder what's he thinking. Probably his brothers directing blasters at him and Jesse, and not to mention that brute Krell. I find myself interested in what he's thoughts are on the matter; because I have a family of my own and it makes my soul fracture at the very design of them executing me. Deposing of me as Krell put it. The inquire had to be made sometime, but I'm about to crack and pat him on the knee to tell him that he didn't have to reply. Though, he beats me to it by breaking the silence.

"If you're about to die, you'll do anything to survive." He grunted, "And even if I knew there was a 100 % chance of my imminent death, I still would have done it. I wanted them to think on their terms. Not the Jedi's terms, not any commander's terms, not the next guy on deck that says he's in charge, and not when we're in the need of a creative battle strategy either. I wanted them to think whether our superiors wanted them to or not. Whether I was going to die or not."

My head tilts to the side and I'm tedious when on what I'm about to say, but this was the only time to really ask, so I pushed for it. "Fives, I have to know, and I can't get it out of my head so I'll ask...what happened to your sense of brotherhood after the incident with Krell. I mean, your planned execution..."

There's a long pause and I can feel that thing inside me telling me I went too far. But I try to remind myself that this silence might not be what I'm fearing it is. This answer had to be thought through because it wasn't a yes, it wasn't a no, and it wouldn't have anything funny to do with it. So for my question to be answered it involved contemplation...

"They were led by fear." His brows knitted and his eyes cast off to the side. The idea of Krell clearly squirming through his mind to this day, "I never held anything against them. We clones hold onto one thing more than winning any battle, because while a mission can thrive or deteriorate, brotherhood would always stand." His thumbs slowly begin to touch and bob back and forth while staring at them keenly, "I thought it was the strongest thing until I saw what the boundaries really were. Rex felt it too. We fight, shoulder to shoulder, each day because when this war ends we wanted to be together to tell the tale, but to see that bond used against us..." He then looked up at me and gave almost a half smile, "We only grew stronger. you haven't seen yet how close I and my brothers had gotten since then. Am I friends with anyone of those guys who pointed a blaster at me and Jesse? No. I'm more. I'm their brother."

I tilt my head and smile, "You guys are so close and when I was talking with you backstage, after Krell and the set getting destroyed, you can feel the brotherhood between you guys. When we were rehashing the turn of events, the jokes everyone told, you guys making puns on each other, you have real faith in each other. You feel like a sense of home when you're around your brothers. I respect that a lot."

"We appreciate it."

I shake my head, "Gosh, you're going to make me cry, Fives." wiping my finger against my eye.

He laughs, "I can shed a few tears here and there if I put my mind to it." the crowd chuckles and I stand up from the chair, laughing. I say, "Okay, okay. While I grab a few tissues, I'll give you 2-2-7!"

The curtains rise and 2-2-7's there with a blue dotted bow-tie and a blue top hat. He waves at the crowd wildly and says, "HEEEEELLLLLOOOOO, MY PEOPLE!"

The people cheered in reply before he began his first joke, "A woman gets on a bus with her baby. The bus driver says: ''Ugh, that's the ugliest baby I've ever seen!'' The woman walks to the rear of the bus and sits down, fuming. She says to a man next to her: ''The driver just insulted me!'' The man says: ''You go up there and tell him off. Go on, I'll hold your monkey for you.''

The crowd laughs and he moved onto another joke, "The other day I sent my girlfriend a huge pile of snow. I rang her up, I said ''Did you get my drift?''

He even chuckled himself, and it was adorable to see him like this. He went onto his last joke of the day, "A young boy enters a barber shop and the barber whispers to his customer, "This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch, while I prove it to you." The barber puts a dollar bill in one hand and two quarters in the other, then calls the boy over and asks, "Which do you want, Son?" The boy takes the quarters and leaves. "What did I tell you?" said the barber. "That kid never learns!" Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming out of the ice cream store. "Hey, son! May I ask you a question? Why did you take the quarters instead of the dollar bill?" The boy licked his cone and replied, "Because the day I take the dollar, the game is over!"

The crowd cheers on as the curtains slowly lower and 2-2-7 begins to crouch lower and lower so he can continue on waving. Once the curtain has touched the ground, that's my cue and I shift my person to Fives and shake his hand. "Thank you for coming here, Fives. It means a lot to us." He gets up to leave and begins to step off stage when I stop him.

"Oh, Fives!" I run up to him and pull him back on stage by his forearm, "I'm so sorry! I completely forgot. Boy, is my face red."

He stares at me perplexedly, while I take a few steps towards the audience, "Is there a spikala in the crowd tonight?" I peer at them for a moment, hands on my hips, until I see a hand shakily rise. She has beautiful Asian black hair and dark brown eyes which widen in shock.

I wave her over to us, "Come here, come here." and as she stands to come down the steps, the crowd is cheering her on, and she's excessively blushing. I begin to explain, "You see, spikala has made a special early, Christmas request to, 'Question Corner' and we intend to keep it."

Fives asks, "Well, what is it?"

My crew begins to snicker and I have to maintain a simple smile as I say, "You'll see."

Spikala comes to the stage steps and I lead her by the hand towards Fives. They face each other, Fives utterly confused, and spikala blushing harder than ever. I stand close enough to hold out an object between them. Everyone breaks out laughing as they see the mistletoe with the three red dots in the middle. Spikala places her hands behind her back and points her head down, her blushing still unbreakable. Fives laughs at the sight of the mistletoe and she feels him wrap his arms around her waist. She looks up just in time to see him lean towards her to place a small delicate, kiss on her lips. Now I'm blushing, since I'm holding the mistletoe between them, I back away and hide the mistletoe behind my back. From the far corner of my eye I see, Mini and Ashley staring in aw. Several seconds pass before he pulls away.

I smile and say, "I guess that means you guys are the new couple then, huh? 'Cause that kiss did go longer than expected, Fives." I wave a finger at him, "Just remember, I want her home of 6:00 pm." Surprisingly, he blushes even harder than spikala and they both instantaneously pull apart from each other.

I walk up to the camera and squeal, "Ah, what's a show without a kiss, huh?" the crowd laughs and so I continue, "So next week will be Cody! He's pleased to come on, but remember to make your Brotherhood Weeks choice!"

"I'd also like to thank: Dovahkiin154, Dogma23, Rexsgirl123, purplewillowtrees, NobelMeta, Kickincupcakebutts6, Guest, glabierules, Ahsokatano191, JediChick101, Shadowmaster77, Celtice and Dukakis 2016, AaylaKit, Bookreaderninja, Yaya The Elf, AaylaKitofNiflheim, Dogmatup23, Spikala, Shadowclanwarrior, Snip1212, Captainrexbest35, Rex133668, monsterhuntergod-Ratholas Mkl, Gamergirl052, Nat13cat, AaylaKit, Avalonyx, AL0LT0, just another fanfic author, Angel's anthem, Anakin Ahsoka, Azalea, Rose, Tessika 14, Queen, Thearistacats, Skywalker02, Onryo, KitFisto'sGirl, Alex Tsukino, lady gaga, lefty blondy, Ahsoka33, and TCTrent45!"

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