"Hello," I say, wearing a white blouse and blue skirt, "You're watching 'Question Corner' and I'm your host, Kale. Today is officially the kick off to another one of our Brotherhood weeks, so what does that mean? It means, we'll be interviewing the troopers we missed last time. We already have our choices, but, if you have anyone we missed, feel free to send in a suggestion.

"Now, for the person you've all been waiting for!" I outstretched my arm to point at the left side of the stage, "He's a trooper from the 212th Attack Battalion. Everyone, please welcome, Boil!"

The people cheered as the Trooper in orange armor strode across the stage to greet me. I reached my hand out to shake his, but restrained a pathetic squeak when his bone, crushing grip grasped my hand. Suddenly, I remembered why I didn't like shaking hands with these guys. Offering him a seat, I waited until he sat down before I went to my own.

"Thank you for coming on the show, Boil." I grabbed the deck of cards from the coffee table to begin shuffle them, "We're really glad you came."

"Thank you for having me." He answered, "The boys back home told me to come and see if half the things you do here are real or just TV stunts."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. And I've been ordered to give a full report of the experience afterwards."

"Now, you're just teasing me."

"Well, Wooley paid me five credits to say that." He gave a faint smirk, but it was hard to see if he was or wasn't serious. But, one thing that was obvious was that he hated the plush seat he sat in, now. Even after adjusting himself a handful of times, he still seemed to be phoning a smile. The poor trooper looked like the kind that would prefer a battle over an interview.

"Well...okay, then." I said, before looking down at the first card with the 'Question Corner' logo printed in the back, "Our first question is from 'Darth tyrone' and he asks, 'What's it like getting to shoot droids every day?'"

"I wouldn't say it happens every day, but enough to make it show up in your dreams." He replied, nonchalantly, "Basically, droids are stupid, tin-canned, rike-weeds that need to be taken out. So, I can get a kick out of it. Can't list off anyone of my men who don't enjoy taking out a little scrap metal here and there."

I read, "'Skyrela the Angel' wants to know what it's like to be a soldier?"

"It's a life." He answered, simply, "It's not an easy one, but it's a life."

I got up and went behind my chair to grab a gift for Boil. Picking up the blaster riffle, I presented it to him; saying, "This is from 'Skyrela the Angel'. She thought you might need it."

Taking the blaster in his own hands, Boil shot me a lopsided grin, "I thought you guys told me no weapons were allowed on 'Question Corner'?"

I paused for a moment, then gently, shifting my eyes from left to right, took the riffle back. "No touchie," I warned, waving my finger at him, before I placed it at the side of his chair, "until after show, Boil." The audience chuckled as Boil made a face and touched the bud of the riffle with his index finger while I went back to my seat. "Hey!" I whipped around and pointed a finger at him, "I'm watching you."

Sitting back down, I took back the cards and read from the top, "'Spikala' asks, 'Where did you get the idea for the chopper-mustache?'"

His eyes lit up at this and bracing one hand on his knee and resting his elbow on the other; he said, "It's about time someone noticed. I don't know where I got the idea from; I've just known I've always wanted one."

"You don't know at all?" I leaned back into my chair and crossed one leg over the other, "Come on, Boil. You can't possibly tell me, you knew what mustache you wanted even when you were taking your first baby steps?"

Boil had a sudden smug look on his face, "Alright, fine." He said, trying to hide a smile, "I knew a brother back at Kamino. He was older than me and was getting close to finishing his training, but I looked up to him. A lot."

"And he must have had the same mustache." I said, searching for another card.

"No," He answered, mischievously, "He was as bald as a Gamorrean due to a mutation that went far beyond blue eyes for the brown-eyed army. He couldn't grow hair."

I stopped searching the cards and looked up at him with my mouth agape, "Then, how did that inspire you?"

"He mentioned once or twice that if he could have hair, he'd have a mustache."

"So...you grew a beard to honor him?"

He paused for a moment, then nodded, "Sounds a little too sentimental when you put it like that, but sure. In a sense."

"What was his name?"

"Uh-" He licked his lips, "Gamorr...for Gamorrean..."

I became wise-eyed at his hesitation and asked, "There is no trooper named, Gamorr is there?"

"No." He said, "But, in all fairness, Trapper paid me to say that one."

"How much?" I raised a brow.

"Seven credits."

Cautiously, I asked, "How did Trapper know someone would ask about your mustache?"

He gave a casual shoulder raise. "Apparently, it's a popular topic." I shook my head as I heard the audience chuckling in the background.

Grabbing another card, I said, "Let's just let that one die for a little while then. From, 'TheDoctorCT-21-0408'. 'Do you like working under Commander Cody? Or would you rather be with a different battalion?'"

"Never." He grinned, "212th Attack Battalion is my home." jabbing his armored chest with his thumb as he went on, "Wouldn't trade them in for anyone other battalion in the verse."

"'Ahsokatano191' asks, 'What do you think of Twi'leks now, after you met Numa?'"

He frowned at this, and his brows knitted together as he said, "If their like Numa, they have a lot more in them than I once thought."

"Okay, so 'Dark Angel' asks, 'General Skywalker called a shiny by his nickname; can the Jedi tell who a trooper is even if their amour looks the same? Or is it just force powers?'"

"I don't now, I'm...not a Jedi."

"True, but, it is a good question, though." I noted as I was re-reading the question on the card, "That's a good one to save for future Force using guests, don't you think?"

"Well, I would like to know."

Afterwards, I reached to the side of the chair to pull out a large, chocolate bar wrapped in orange tissue. Handing it to him, I explained, "This is from 'Dark Angel'."

Eying the sweet with the orange ribbon wrapped around it, his gaze shifted back to me; he was probably wondering if it was a joke. But, figuring troopers didn't get offered sweets very often, I nodded to the piece; saying, "Go on. She gave it to you." With his guard up, he hesitated in grasping the sweet before placing it on his lap. I think, he still wasn't sure whether this was a trick for leading me on about the Gamorr Trooper.

"It's yours, Boil." I laughed, "No ones going to take it from you."

"Well," He said; beginning to believe in me, "then, on behalf of the 212th Battalion, thank you." as his smile grew a little bigger. Boil was about to put it down when he noticed a 'Read Me' tag on the upper, right corner. I was in the middle of trafficking the questions when I heard him read out-loud, "'You're mustache is kind of adorable.'"

My shoulders slumped, and I let out a groan of frustration that made the entire audience begin to giggle. That tag shouldn't have been there. I checked twice! Twice! But, then again, I remember giving that tag to John for him to throw away. Leaning back in my chair, I craned my neck as far as humanly possibly just to see John and Greg laughing their heads off backstage. Greg using the wall to brace himself as he clutched his stomach while John was on all fours with his head down. I should seriously threaten to fire people more.

"Moving on." I cleared my throat, "'Dark Star' says, 'There's a rumor that Waxer and you designed the phase II, 212th battalion markings; Is this true?'"

"I don't know about that." He shrugged, "I noticed a lot of shinnies started wearing markings similiar to ours, but Waxer and I never bothered to really think about it. It'd be an honor if that were the case, though."

"Well, you'll know for sure that they're copying you if a lot of Numa drawings start showing." I pointed out as I went onto another question, "'Captainrexbest35' asks, 'If you had to wear any color besides orange, what would it be?'"

"Orange." He answered bluntly.

"Boil," I rolled my eyes, "Just say what color you'd want to be if you couldn't be orange. Keep in mind of the word, couldn't."

I sent him a glare to let him know I wasn't about to back down on this, and, after he saw it, he started running all the battalion's colors through his head. Finally, he answered, "Blue."

"That wasn't so hard, now was it." I chirped as I turned to the side of my chair to get another gift. "This is from 'Captainrexbest35'." Quickly checking to make sure there were no fangirl notes on the tag, I passed him a heart, shaped chocolate box. "She says happy Valentine's day."

Boil couldn't help but laugh as he handled the gift. "I'm guessing by all the sweets, someone leaked about the terrible field rations?"

I raised my shoulders, "And that you guys have a bit of a sweet tooth."

"My men are going to look forward to this." He said, placing the item down with the candy bar, "This is much obliged, thank you."

Smiling broadly, I slipped the card to the back and read from the next. I said, "'Ahsokatano191' asks, 'Are you close to any of your brothers in the 501st?'"

"No." He answered, "My missions are mostly with 212th Battalion, so I haven't met many. I've met some, but not enough to actually them."

"Well then, 'Jedi-TARDIS-Chick101' wants to know who is your closet brother besides Waxer?"

"I'm sorry," He began as I watched him run his thumb across his fingertips, "I'm not about to answer that. Waxer is still my brother."

In a hurried fashion, I switched cards and read, "'Hazardous By Instinct' asks, 'After the war, what do you think you and your brothers will end up doing?'"

"I'd like to know, myself. The Senators try to reassure us that we have something beyond warfare, but we haven't heard anything, yet." Boil quickly added, "Don't get me wrong, I and my brothers are proud to fight for the Republic, but what happens after the war ends? Some of us are worried we're just going to be turned into slaves; because the Republic owns us. They bought us, so we're a product to them. Who going to just let their product walk away?"

"I hope that doesn't happen to you guys." I replied, "You guys have gone through enough with this world. It would be nice to see you guys actually get rewarded."

"I don't need to be rewarded. I just want to be able to walk away after it's all over."

"As you should." I turned to face the crowd as I said, "Don't you guys agree?" The audience called back in response by clapping and whistling.

Boil gave a brief thank you, but after it died down, I said, "Now, I believe, is the perfect time to bring in our comedy act."

On my que, the curtain raised, and the droid yelled out immediately into his microphone. "Heelloo, eeeveryboody!" When the people greeted him back he said, "You know, I was talking with Miss Kale this morning, and we both agreed I should add in a child awareness segment. So, here's my piece of advice, kids. Don't trust atoms! They make up everything." Everyone chuckled as he went on to say his joke,

"The Minister, the Rabbi, and the Pope were all sitting in a boat when the Minister said he was thirsty. So, standing up, he walked across the lake to shore where he purchased himself a soda. When he came back, he stepped back into the boat and sat down.

Afterwards the Rabbi thought a soda was a good idea, too, so he stepped out of the boat and walked to shore. When he bought himself a soda, the Rabbi came back across the water and got back into the boat as well. Deciding to follow both their examples, the Pope stands and steps out of the boat, but falls into the water immediately.

The Minister leans over and whispers to the Rabbi, "Should we tell him where the rocks are?"

The audience chuckled as 2-2-7 waved goodbye, and when the curtain fell, I went onto the next card, "Alright, back the questions. 'Sithlord8665' wants to know if you ever think about Numa from time to time?" After I read it, I grabbed a small black case by my chair and stood up.

"I do." He smiled, "She's a good kid."

Just as I was about to hand him the gift, I pointed to his helmet, "I love the Numa drawing, by the way. Very sentimental."

"I guess it is. Waxer came up with the idea."

Gnawing at the side of my lip, I looked down at the case one last time before extending my arms to give it to him. "From 'Sithlord'." When he took the gift, he opened the lid only to find a silver medal attached to a navy, blue ribbon laying side. He looked up at me with a stunned expression, "I-wow. Thank you."

"Read the tag." I told him as I re-took my seat. Secretly, though, I hoped that Greg and John hadn't switched that tag with a fangirl note, too.

Flipping up the piece of paper, he read, 'The greatest solider isn't always the toughest, but the kindest'. Smiling a little more, Boil closed the lid and placed it with the other items,"I don't know what to say, but thank you."

Seeing his cheeks begin to flush, I felt kind of bad that I had to ask the next question. He just looked so happy right now, and it seemed wrong to dig up old wounds when he was in such a good mood. But, despite my worries, we had to ask sometime, so it was either now or never. "'Captainrexbest35'...wants to know how did you felt about Waxer's death, and do you feel if you were there you could have prevented it?'"

A led weight dropped into the pit of my stomach as I watched his features darken at the sudden change in inquires. I don't know whether Boil decided willingly to come on our show, or if he was encouraged by his brothers, but if he had decided not to, I think this would be his excuse.

However, like the true soldier he was, he didn't hesitate when he said, "Waxer was my brother, and I will never forget that. He died due to a Republic traitor who tricked our brothers into massacring each other. Waxer was cheated into his death, and no clone should have gone out that way."

"And..." I drove my nail into my thumb as I pushed on, "do you feel if you were there you would have been able to prevent it?"

"One thing we were taught on Kamino," He replied, "is never to play the 'what if' game on a brother's death."

Nodding once, I stood and handed him a bouquet of orange roses; saying, "These are from 'Captainrexbest35' and they are in honor of Waxer."

Taking the flowers he gaped at the growing gifts beside him. "Thank you." He muttered solemnly, "Waxer would have liked that."

"He was a great man," I said before looking down to read, "'Rexorz' wants to know who broke the news to you about Waxer?'"

"No one." He answered, plainly, "You find out a brother didn't make it when he doesn't step off the ship. You find out what happened through a trooper who was there."

"Oh...I didn't know that." I licked my lips and considered this for a moment. I would hate to lose one of my brothers and have to find out they were gone because they didn't step off a ship.

"You're far from being the first."

Finally, I asked the last question. "'Weathergirl17248' wants to know if you had to pick between your general or the Republic, which would you choose?"

"Both."

I placed the card on the coffee table, "Boil, you have to pick one-"

"This isn't like the armor color, Miss Kale. I receive orders from the General, I listen, I receive orders from the Republic, I listen. It's as simple as that."

Biting my lip on that last remark, I stood up; saying, "That was our last question, but we have some girls that would like a hug from you. Would that be an issue?"

"I wouldn't hate it." He joked as he pushed himself up and out of the chair by the armrests, "I'll probably be labled for life for it, but I wouldn't hate it."

"Please welcome, Sithlord8668 and Ahsokatano191!" The audience clapped as the two girls stood up and came down the steps. As the girls came up the stage, I watched Arnold giving me the two-minute sign, and mentally I freaked. We had a lot more questions than usual this week, and I suppose we just took up more time than usual. Thinking quickly, I said, "You know, we've never done a group hug on 'Question Corner' before. What do you guys say?"

The two girls shared a confused look, but as I glanced at Arnold counting down, I didn't give them a chance to say no. Nudging them both towards Boil, I said, "Go on." Upon my urging, Boil awkwardly opened his arms and waited for the two girls to hug him. Hesitantly, they eventually complied and hugged the Trooper. While still in the embrace, Sithlord said, "Thank you for being nice to Numa." before they parted from him and I waved them off as they left.

With Arnold counting down from one, I shook Boil's hand and said, "Thank you for coming on the show, Boil. It was a pleasure."

"Shouldn't I get my stuff?" He pointed to the items on the floor, and with Arnold reaching thirty seconds, I frantically shook my head.

"No, no! Don't worry. We'll bring them to you after the show."

"Oh. Thank you." He smiled, giving a quick wave to the audience as they screamed and cheered before he walked off stage. After he was gone, I said, "We'll be interviewing another brother for the Brotherhood week soon, but if you have any suggestions feel free to suggest them."

"Before we go, I'd like to thank: Rexorz, darth tyrone, TheDoctorCT-21-0408, Grace, Dark Angel and Dark Star, Jhinx1, Emerald the Warrior Princess, Rogue 2k8, Sithlord8665, AngelAxexinf, Dark Brother 16, jediclonecowgirl, Comrade, TripleThreat123, weathergirl17248, Dovahkiin154, Dogma23, Rexsgirl123, purplewillowtrees, NobelMeta, Kickincupcakebutts6, glabierules, Ahsokatano191, JediChick101, Hazardous By Instinct, Celtice and Dukakis 2016, AaylaKit, Bookreaderninja, Yaya The Elf, AaylaKitofNiflheim, Dogmatup24, Spikala, Shadowclanwarrior, Snip1212, Captainrexbest35, Rex133668, monsterhuntergod-Ratholas Mkl, TolkienGirl052, 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!"

I sucked in a deep, greedy breathe when Arnold called out cut.