Wrecker walked past my bunk, stopping as I put my hand out in front of him. I felt other clones eyes watch us like hawks, the air suddenly becoming tense. "What Shorty?" Wrecker asked, sounding nervous. "Sorry Tall Guy." I looked up at him apologetic of what I had done. We made up, hugging, however our sweet sibling moment was interrupted by the blaring of alarms, attack alarms. We did what was programed of us, grabbing our blasters and running out of the room, ready to defend anything and everything.