I skidded into the mess hall and quickly scanned the sea of troopers, recognized a few and was able to pick Rebel out of the crowd. She sat alone at a table near the back, I assumed if there was anyone sitting there she'd scared them away when she got there. My heart pulled me towards Rebel, but my stomach drew my eyes to the assembly line for breakfast. I decided to give her a minute anyway to configure her emotions and grab some food. I made my way to the trays and, without looking, snatched one. I fell in line behind my organized but anxious troops. The line moved along quickly, we were nothing if not coordinated. Everywhere I looked I saw the same face, all clones filling the cafeteria and all I heard was the same voice, that was why it was difficult to remember they were all individuals, we weren't given the opportunity to have distinctiveness. I looked down at my tray and slid it along the shiny, slick, aluminum surface and when I looked up it was almost like staring back into a mirror, only it was a guy version. He poured some plain oat cereal onto my tray, I thanked him with a small smile and he responded with a gruff nod, it was still early in the morning and he hadn't exactly woken up yet. I moved along and picked up a miniature, individual milk carton that was in perfect uniform with the rest of the containers and sighed. Our life was full of routine and procedure, only last night did we realize that life was about to flip upside down. I made my way through the soldiers that were less formal in this comfortable setting, they joked with each other and ignored the looming threat that had been placed over the galaxy. I sat down next to Rebel and didn't have to fake a worried look as the thought settled on me that we would have to deal with this and perhaps no one else knew of this plot. "You okay?" I asked shyly, looking her way. She was slumped over and rested her head on one of her hands and I already knew the answer. She shook her head. "No, how could I be okay after last night? I just feel so betrayed." I slowly shifted my gaze toward my tray and lost my appetite suddenly. I gently pushed it away from me. Wrecker walked up behind us. He had heavy feet, so he stomped when he crept over to us, you could always tell when he was coming. He took a seat on the bench facing the opposite of Rebel. "You okay, Shorty?" She was not in the mood to deal with him right now. She gradually raised her head to him, glaring, and huffed at him, her left eye started to twitch too, all bad signs. I noticed my best friend's buttons were being pushed, Wrecker had to have seen it too, but he must've ignored it. He egged on. "Aww, what's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" She'd had it and snapped. I heard her snarl at him. The next thing I knew she had lunged at him.