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A comm chirped and Ahsoka snapped awake. She was confused at first. The room was unfamiliar, the bed strange.
That's right. Ahsoka ran her hand over the sheets. This was Rex's bed. She had found comfort here after Rhys had left. Ahsoka had rejected her help. She wasn't quite sure why.
The comm beeped again and Ahsoka looked around. She picked it up from the bedside table. Rex's.
On a whim Ahsoka clicked it on.
"Hello?" She said.
"Oh, kriff, this ain't Rex, is it?" An oddly familiar voice said.
"Pol?" Ahsoka asked.
How had Pol gotten Rex's frequency? Pol's bar had been her favorite hangout in the undercity. Pol didn't ask questions and had a good ear.
"Yeah it's Pol. Who's this? I thought this was that clone boy's frequency."
"This is Ah- Ashla." Ahsoka amended quickly. "This is Rex's frequency. He left his comm behind."
Ahsoka trailed off.
"He left with the rest, huh?" Pol said. "Should have known you were his friend, Ashla. You were always friendly about clones."
Pol's voice softened.
"I'm sorry, child."
Tears were coming to Ahsoka's eyes and she quickly pushed them away.
"Never mind that. What were you calling about?" Ahsoka said. Pol could still probably hear the tears in her voice.
"He asked me to. He was looking for Grif, you know?" Pol said. "He was worried about you. I told him I'd tell him when Grif came back. Well, Grif's back."
Grif. The fighting ring. Pain, both received and dealt out. A release of anger and frustration.
Ahsoka made a choice.
"I'm coming down. Tell Grif to wait." She said.
"Sure, honey." Pol said. "See you in a minute."
Ahsoka was glad she kept her old undercity outfit. It kept her from standing out too much. As much as it had been a shock going back up, it was just as much of a surprise to plunge back into the dreary dirty darkness of level 1313. Ahsoka resumed using the Force to turn lecherous minds away from her figure as she made her way down the streets. It was unfortunately a familiar feeling.
Pol's bar was busy as usual, but it was easy to spot Grif. He just as quickly spotted her.
"Ashla!" He called.
Several heads turned her way, some familiar to her. A few shot smiles, and a few sent scowls.
Grif's face was split into a wide grin at the sight of her. The Besalisk was built more like Krell than Dex, but had the latter's geniality. He was on the greener end of the spectrum for his species and kept his hair shaved, though he sported an impressive mustache.
Ahsoka made her way to Grif and was immediately crushed in a four armed hug. He seemed to know the exact pressure it would take to break her ribs and stopped just short of it.
"Hi Grif!" Ahsoka managed as he let go.
"Where have you been, girl?" He boomed. "We've been worried sick!"
Grif sat back down and Ahsoka joined him. She found herself slipping easily into the persona of 'Ashla', the former waitress turned street fighter.
"I told you when I left. Some old friends offered me a leg up to the Upper Levels and I took the opportunity." Ahsoka said, lacing her fingers in front of her. "And it's not the kind of arrangement you're thinking of."
Grif studied her with a skeptical eye.
"Those old friends happen to be clones?" He asked.
"Yeah." Ahsoka said. "From my time as a waitress at 79's. Same ones who taught me to defend myself."
"You do more than defend yourself." Grif said with a raised eyebrow. "All the clones are gone now. Do you need help? Have you got a place to stay?"
Ahsoka smiled. Grif was such a worrywart.
"Yes, I'm fine. I still have the job they helped me get and I have an apartment."
Grif relaxed and downed his drink. Pol swept by with a replacement for him and placed a glass in front of Ahsoka. Ahsoka glanced at Pol, who shrugged.
"It seems like you need it, Ash."
Ahsoka sipped at it. It was a Supernova, her favorite.
"Thanks, Pol."
Pol patted her on the shoulder and hustled off. Grif and Ahsoka drank together for a few moments in silence. Ahsoka felt the pleasant buzz of the alcohol start in her veins.
"So why are you back down here, Ash?" Grif asked. "If everything's all right topside?"
Ahsoka ran a finger around the rim of her glass.
"I didn't say everything's all right."
She was saying more than she had meant to, but the Supernova didn't care.
Grif didn't say anything, but leaned forward.
"They took the clones, Grif." Ahsoka whispered. "They took my-my friends."
She had nearly said brothers.
"I'm sorry, Ash." Grif said. "I didn't know many, but they seemed all right."
"They're the best men I've ever known." Ahsoka muttered. "And they just took them."
She took another swig of her drink. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to get drunk as a Weequay and forget all of this. She raised a hand at one of Pol's waitresses.
It took too long for the new Supernova to arrive and Ahsoka took to it like a man on Tatooine at a well. Then the effects of the first Supernova hit her. The drink was known for its slow start and explosion of intoxication. It'd been too long since she'd had one and it felt like she'd been in the aftermath of a real explosion. She reeled, but still went after the second drink. They were doing their job.
Ahsoka could feel Grif watching her carefully.
"Do you need anything?" He finally asked.
Ahsoka stared at him and her eyes began to burn. A sob escaped her throat and she found herself crying into the table with Grif patting her back.
"Stop that, you'll break her spine." She heard Pol say, and a smaller, gentler hand took over the gesture.
What did Ahsoka need? She needed the clones back. She needed Rex back. She needed her heart to stop feeling like it was tearing itself apart. She needed a Zillo beast with a taste for sadistic long necks to be set loose on Kamino.
"What, hun?" Pol asked.
Ahsoka realized she'd been sobbing her thoughts out loud. Luckily the tears and the drunken weight on her tongue seemed to have made her words incomprehensible.
Ahsoka sniffed and lifted her head to look at Grif.
"I need to get back in the ring." She said.
Grif choked on his drink.
"Hun, that's the S.N. talking." Pol said.
"No," Ahsoka said. Her mind had cleared enough to know this had been her intention the whole time. "Listen, Grif. I'm pissed."
"Yup." Grif said, looking at the two empty glasses in front of her.
"Not like that." Ahsoka said. Words were difficult all of a sudden. "I'm angry. They took my friends and I can't do a damn thing about it. Let me back in the ring so I can at least punch something."
Grif still frowned at her.
"I don' need pay or nothing." Ahsoka went on. "Just a few bouts a night."
"What about your day job?" Grif asked. "I'm pretty sure they'll notice the, er, marks of our trade."
Ahsoka snorted. The three people most likely to notice were gone. And the others would hopefully be too busy trying to get the clones home to take note of a few bruises.
"I can handle it." She said.
Grif leaned back and sighed.
"Fine. On one condition." He said. "No coming here after. You come, you fight, you go home. No drinking yourself into damnation."
Ahsoka scowled.
"Fine." She said. "Not fighting tonight though. Pol-"
"Nope." Pol said. "You've had enough. You gotta get yourself home."
Ahsoka's frown deepened. She had come down here, in the most heartless part of the city, and the only two people who would have cared happened to be right there, keeping her from getting wasted. Their concern was reminding her of Rex and the tears were burning her eyes again.
"Kriff off." She muttered.
She stared at her empty glasses and it hit her that that's what she was returning to. An empty apartment. She was back where she was a few months ago.
Ahsoka, Padme, and Anakin stared at the message on Padme's personal datapad. Not a message sent by any normal means, but found written in the middle of a clone rights bill draft. It named a time and place. A very odd time, mid morning, and a very shady place, Qibbu's Hut. That was all. No threats, no demands, no incentives to meet.
Padme had found it as she went over her notes at home.
"I don't like it." Anakin said. "It's a trap."
"It could be an ally." Padme retorted.
"What kind of ally sends a message like that?" Anakin protested. "Besides, we've got plenty of allies."
Not nearly enough, Ahsoka thought, though many had come in just the first day. Aayla Secura had come storming up the Senate steps, lekku flying, and demanding to be given any task that would help bring the boys home. She had been joined by a quietly furious Depa Bilaba and her more openly furious apprentice Caleb Dume. Combined with Master Plo, that gave them three and a half Jedi present for their cause.
But the Jedi Council had stonewalled any attempt of discussion of the matter, declaring it all 'the will of the Force.' If Ahsoka hadn't already left the Order, she would have done so again at their response. Of course, they hadn't said the kidnapping of the younglings was the will of the Force. And they still hadn't had word from Master Obi Wan, who as a member of the Council, would have great influence.
Though Master Secura informed them that Obi Wan had gone on his mission without the council's permission, so even if he was back, he'd probably have been removed.
They had the standbys of Mon Mothma, Bail Organa, and Riyo Chuchi, along with several other systems. Oddly, they had gotten a call from Captain Jaller Obrim of the Coruscant Security Force. He'd pledged whatever help he could give.
On the other hand, there had been no word from Ryloth, who Padme had been counting on as a resource. There really hadn't been anything from the planet after the week before, when Senator Orn Free Taa had been arrested by a team from the new Ryl government.
Yes, they had allies, but it wasn't enough.
"I'll take both of you." Padme said.
"And leave the kids unprotected?" Anakin protested.
"Master Plo has said he'd love to watch them." Ahsoka said. "I think it'd help him keep his mind off things."
"Anakin, if they have the ability to slice into my personal system, and then only leave that note, I don't think they wish me harm." Padme said. "They could do much more damage to me using the confidential information there than any physical harm."
"So they're either idiots, or on our side." Ahsoka concluded. "And if they're idiots, I think we can handle them."
"I don't like it!" Anakin protested. "Padme, I forbid you-"
"Anakin." Padme interrupted with a firm tone.
Anakin looked away.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled. "I just- I'm on edge."
"I know." Padme soothed. "But think of it this way. We either gain an ally, or defeat someone who would do us harm."
Anakin looked at her, sighed, and nodded.
"Fine." He said.
Ahsoka adjusted her hood. She was still convinced the brown cloaks of the Jedi made them more conspicuous, especially on her. She'd learned in the Undercity that it was more the constant influence the Jedi put out to avoid detection than it was the silly cloaks that kept Jedi out of sight. But Anakin was convinced that the cloaks would help and had bullied Ahsoka into wearing one too. Padme got away with simpler clothing than her usual impressive wardrobe and a plain hairstyle. She was nearly unrecognizable. And with Anakin and Ahsoka constantly turning heads away from her, no one in the entertainment district would be able to pin her as the Chancellor.
Hopefully.
Ahsoka was keeping their rear guarded. She didn't notice the young man barreling towards them, with a hood on incidentally, until Anakin grabbed his arm before he reached Padme.
"Watch where you're going!" Anakin snapped. He seemed more annoyed than alarmed at the man.
"Sorry." The man muttered.
In a very familiar voice.
Ahsoka and Padme stiffened and Anakin peered under the man's hood. The man pulled his head away, trying to hide his features.
A clone.
Ahsoka fought the urge to run up and examine the man's face.
"I'm sorry." The clone said again. "I-"
He glanced at Padme and froze. His breathing quickened and he pulled against Anakin's grip.
Padme stepped forward and took the clone's arm.
"Are you safe?" She whispered.
"I- what?" The clone stammered.
"Are you safe?" Padme repeated. "Do you have a place to stay? Do you have people you can trust?"
"Yes ma'am." The clone said after a moment.
"Good." Padme breathed. "I don't know why you didn't leave. But I trust you have a good reason. It shouldn't be long before you'll be able to go back to normal."
The clone stared at her. Then he nodded. Padme pressed something into his hand.
"It should help. We didn't see you."
Anakin let the clone go and he stumbled away. He gave a last glance behind him before disappearing into the crowds.
Distress wavered off of Padme.
"He must think the Kaminoans would decommission him." She murmured. "I hate this."
Ahsoka walked forward to put a hand on Padme's shoulder.
"We should go." Ahsoka said.
She tried to forget the clone and the way her heart had pounded at the sound of his voice.
They managed to get to the shady looking cantina without more incidents. Anakin looked at the building with dismay, but Padme marched in without hesitation.
Ahsoka didn't like Qibbu's Hut. It was empty now, but Ahsoka could guess at the unsavory types and activities that would happen come nightfall. Which would be completely different from the unsavory types and activities she was involved in. She pulled her hood down, as did Anakin.
A helmeted Mandalorian in blue armor came in from the back. Ahsoka guessed it was a male, though it was always hard to tell with Mandos. He beckoned to them and the three followed carefully. Ahsoka couldn't sense much, only that there were less than ten people in the building. There was no intent to kill, and she got very little from the Mando they followed, though he felt familiar somehow.
He led them to a back room and ushered them in. Two more Mandalorians, one in gold and one in red, waited for them and Ahsoka's heart sank. This would be about Mandalore, not the clones. Padme had lamented the fact that there was little the Republic could do for Mandalore. It was still considered a neutral system, Maul was technically the legal ruler of the planet, and the Jedi Council was still refusing to support any Republic endeavor.
The blue Mando closed the door behind them and Ahsoka tensed. It was now or never for these Mandalorians. If they wanted to attack, it was now.
The one leading them moved to stand behind the Mando in gold armor, who sat at a table.
"Chancellor Amidala." The Mando in gold said in a gruff voice. "Glad you could make it."
"May I have the pleasure of knowing with whom I am speaking?" Padme said.
The gold Mando pulled off his helmet, revealing a buzzed head of greying brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and rough, weathered features.
"I'm Kal Skirata." He said. "This is Ordo and Mereel Skirata. My sons."
Ahsoka wondered why he said 'sons' as if expecting to be the other two took their helmets off.
Dark, curly hair. Intense brown eyes. Tan skin and high cheekbones. Identical.
Clones.
Seeing the face she held so dear again felt like a punch to her stomach. Ordo's serious, attentive expression reminded Ahsoka achingly of Rex. Mereel wore a sly grin and winked at Ahsoka in a way that was so much like Fives, that Ahsoka forgot to reply with a rude hand gesture.
Padme stared at Mereel.
"You're the clone from the street." She said.
Mereel raised an eyebrow.
"Impressive, ma'am." He said. He leaned forward and dropped a handful of credits in front of her. "And these are really appreciated, but not necessary."
Padme stared at the credits.
"Apologies for the deception." Skirata said.
"I told the truth, Kal'buir!" Mereel protested. "I am safe!"
"You know what I mean, son." Skirata said. "Anyway, you said some pretty words up in the senate. But most politicians can spout star dust out their shebs. We wanted to see if you put your credits where your mouth is."
"I see." Padme said. "Kal Skirata. I know that name. You are wanted for the theft of Republic property."
Padme's eyes flicked to the two clones. Skirata's brow furrowed slightly and the two clones placed their hands on their blasters. Anakin stepped forward, lightsaber in hand.
Padme suddenly smiled.
"Is it stealing if the property wants to be stolen?" She asked.
Mereel's face split into a grin.
"A question for the philosophers, ma'am." He said.
Skirata had relaxed with a slight smile. Ordo didn't seem so sure.
"Sit down." Skirata said. "And let's talk business."
Ahsoka and Padme sat, as well as Mereel, but Anakin and Ordo stayed standing. Mereel began munching on a bowl of candied nuts on the table.
"I assume this is about the clones, Mr. Skirata." Padme said.
Skirata waved his hand.
"Kal or Skirata. None of that 'mister' osik." He said. "And yes, this is about the clones. I want them off Kamino as soon as possible."
Padme studied Skirata with a thoughtful expression.
"Mr.- Kal, when you left, you took a significant amount of clones. I assume the ones that went with you were the ones that were important to you specifically." Padme said. "Why then would you wish for the other clones to be free?"
"What kind of question is that?" Skirata asked with a frown.
"Humor me. You gauged my intentions. Allow me to assess yours."
Skirata leaned forward on his elbows, studying Padme in turn.
"Not all of my boys came with me." He said. "Some of them stayed in the army. Don't know if I blame them, it's all they've ever known."
He seemed upset by this.
"A couple of them wanted out, and a few of their brothers came to extract them at the wrong time. They got taken pretty early on. From what I understand, they were taken by surprise by a special force. They didn't expect their own shabla brothers to come at them."
Skirata's voice was tight with repressed rage. Ordo placed a hand on his shoulder. Skirata reached up and grabbed it. He took a breath, then looked at Padme with an intense gaze.
"Even if none of my boys had been taken, you bet your shebs I'd want any clone off Kamino. Have you been there, Amidala? Really been there? Not some sanitized tour for politicians."
Padme stayed silent.
"I have." Ahsoka said. "I served there with General Ti."
Skirata's gaze turned to her.
"And?"
Ahsoka thought of the pristine white walls soaked with the stifled cries of children and silent suffering of men. The Force was black there, a stark comparison to the shining rooms.
"I left the Jedi Order because of what happens there." Ahsoka said.
Skirata nodded.
"Good for you." He said with a sort of fierce approval.
He turned back to Padme.
"Those clones have done nothing to deserve the osik those Demagolka do to them."
Skirata said Demagolka as if it were the most vile thing to ever scourge the galaxy.
Ahsoka had heard the word only in relation to one being: Krell. She'd caught the word in the whispered conversations the men had. Rex had muttered it while sitting on the floor with his head in his hands.
"I'll be honest with you, Amidala." Skirata said. "When I heard the news, I wanted to go and slot every piece of aiwha-bait in Tipoca City.
"Then why didn't you?" Padme asked. "From your reputation, I feel safe in saying you have no qualms about doing things your way."
"Someone wiser than me made a good point." Skirata said. "If you're honest, and somehow I think you are, you plan on not only freeing the clones, but making them legal citizens of the Republic."
He leaned forward.
"I say that I've freed my sons and any other clone that followed me. But that's not quite true. Right now, they either have to stay hidden at our compound, or live a life of pretending to be someone else. That's not freedom." Skirata said. "But if we do things your way, my boys will be free. So I've decided to do things semi-legally."
"Semi?" Padme said with a frown.
Skirata gave a snort of laughter.
"By the stars, girl, how did you become a politician?" He said. "You think you'll be able to do this by following the law to a T? The Kaminoans are smart, they've got resources, and they are not going to let go of their product easily."
"So you're offering your help." Padme said.
"All of my resources." Skirata said. "Which includes myself, my Nulls and their skills, a few Mandalorians, quite a fair bit of credits, two ex-Jedi, and a former Treasury worker who knows the system very well."
He leaned back in his chair.
"Don't forget the fact the Kaminii'se are terrified of you, Buir." Mereel put in.
Padme studied Skirata for a moment longer.
"I gladly accept your help." She said. "But there must be something more that you want."
Skirata tapped at the table.
"There is." He said. "Do you know any good geneticists?"
"Kenobi! Vos!"
Obi Wan and Quinlan looked up from their transmitter at Asajj's call. She was strutting towards them in her usual way down the halls of the Tribe's covert.
They'd been there for three weeks. All transmissions had been blocked and the Tribe didn't have ready access to any ships at the moment. A group had been sent out a few days ago to gauge the recoverability of Slave I. Obi Wan and the others were slowly getting used to these formal Mandalorians that never showed their faces.
Only now the Council had been able to get through with both a reprimand for Obi Wan and sobering news.
Younglings had been taken from the Temple. And all signs pointed to Maul being the culprit.
"Asajj." Obi Wan replied. "We have news from the council."
Asajj rolled her eyes.
"I'm dying to hear it." She said. "I have news as well. I managed to connect to the holonet with Boba's help."
She stopped in front of them with a hand on her hip.
"Apparently your entire clone army has been returned to Kamino."
Obi Wan's stomach plummeted.
"It would explain that ripple through the Force a few days back." Asajj went on, as if she hadn't just delivered a well placed blow to Obi Wan's gut. "I would say they were not happy about it."
Cody. And Boil. All of his men. Cody had spoken of Kamino. They shouldn't have to return there.
She didn't seem to notice Obi Wan's expression as she continued.
"A pity though, to lose such useful pets."
"They are men, Ventress!" Obi Wan snapped. "Not playthings!"
To Obi Wan's surprise, Ventress flinched slightly.
"I'll meet you in the forge." She said and left.
There was a moment of silence as Obi Wan tried to process his men's fate.
"She killed a lot of clones during the war, didn't she?" Quinlan said.
"What?" Obi Wan said. His mind was still on Kamino.
"Asajj. She was Dooku's assassin and killed a lot of clones." Quinlan said.
"Er, yes." Obi Wan said, unsure why Quinlan was bringing this up.
It was uncomfortable to remember Asajj's quite literally Dark past.
"She's changed quite a bit since then." Quinlan went on. "I can't really sense Darkness from her."
He turned to look at Obi Wan.
"I'd say she might feel guilty about what she's done. It might be easier for her to pretend that the clones aren't quite sentient." Quinlan said in a musing tone.
"You mean like you do, Vos?" Obi Wan said.
Quinlan blinked.
"What do you mean?" He asked carefully.
"You just admitted to knowing the clones are sentient." Obi Wan said. "Why then did you treat them as you did during the war?"
One of the reasons Obi Wan had struggled with Quinlan was the Kiffar man's disdain of the clone troopers. Quinlan didn't respond, merely looking away.
"We should probably go share the news." He said.
Obi Wan still felt off balance when they met with Bo, Asajj, Boba, and Koa Tes in the forge.
"We've got good news and bad news." Quinlan announced. "What do you want first?"
Obi Wan frowned. This was not how briefings normally went, even with Anakin.
"Oh, let's do bad." Ventress said with a smirk. "Get it out of the way."
Obi Wan cleared his throat.
"We have received grave news from the council." Obi Wan said. "There was an attack on the Jedi Temple. Three younglings were taken."
"And how does that affect us?" Bo asked with folded arms.
Obi Wan gave her a withering look.
"It was Maul's super commandos who did the kidnapping." Obi Wan said. "The younglings are now our priority."
"You mean your priority." Bo said with a frown. "Maul is mine."
"Understandable." Obi Wan said.
"The good news!" Quinlan said, clapping his hands together. "The council is sending Master Shaak Ti to support us."
Bo Katan raised an eyebrow.
"If she can get here." She commented.
"The blockade should be easier to pass with a one person ship." Boba supplied.
Obi Wan was impressed with how the boy had resigned himself to be part of the team, though he had demanded half of Maul's bounty. Boba's leg was mostly healed thanks to the few weeks and Tribe's supply of bacta.
"Four force users." Ventress said thoughtfully. "We'll be able to split off into two groups. One for the younglings, one for Maul."
"I don't know if only two of us can handle Maul and Savage." Obi Wan said with a frown.
"If you are speaking of that yellow monster, he has not been seen for months." Koa Tes said.
Bo narrowed her eyes.
"And how would you know?" She asked.
"I care for Mandalore too, sister." Koa Tes said. "I am in contact with the covert on Mandalore. The Armorer has asked them to watch Maul and all his doings."
Obi Wan frowned, thinking.
"Master Ti will have a focus on the younglings. Quinlan, you should join her as the council's priority is to retrieve them." He said.
"And you, Kenobi?" Quinlan asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Seeing as I am not officially sanctioned by the council, I am not as restricted in my actions." Obi Wan said. "And Asajj and I have experience with fighting Maul."
"My men and I will support you, Kenobi." Bo Katan said.
"Me too." Boba piped up.
"I will provide members of my Tribe to support those retrieving the younglings." Koa said quietly.
They all turned to her. It was one thing to agree to shelter them for this time and help them get to the surface. It was quite another to provide forces to help rescue unknown children.
"Those adiik'e need to be with their people." Koa said simply. "This is the way."
Bo made a 'tch'-ing noise, but Obi Wan looked at the helmeted woman.
"Thank you." He said.
"So we're agreed." Quinlan said. "When Master Ti arrives, we will go to Mandalore.
Obi Wan nodded, stroking his beard. This would be tricky.
Mando'a translations:Kal'buir: Papa Kalosik: crapshabla: effingshebs: backsideDemagolka: a monster, literal war criminal. Reference to Demagol, a horrific scientist in Mandalore's historyKaminii'se: KaminoansBuir: parentadiik'e: childrenOkay! So Ahsoka is going to not be dealing with this very healthily. And introducing: Kal Skirata and his boys! I absolutely love Kal. He's my third favorite character in all of Star Wars, after Rex and Din. For those who don't know: Kal is in Legends one of the Mandalorians brought in to train the clones, especially the commandos. He adopts all the clones he's trained and saved the lives of the Nulls, who were the first and extremely dangerous set of clones. His goal in life is to make sure his boys get the lives they deserve, including cracking their genetic code to fix their accelerated aging. He has a chip on his shoulder about the Jedi, and will give every thing and every one snacks. I highly recommend the books he's in, the Republic Commando books by Karen Traviss. It was written before our Filoni canon, but it's clear that Dave took a lot of her ideas with the characters of clones and ran with them. Again, I HIGHLY recommend it. I love Kal so much that I wanted to get him in here. And as a supporter of clone rights, he'd definitely be dealing with this.And yes, Quinlan is still a clone racist. He was in Legends and I don't have any reason to think it's changed. I uh haven't read Dark Disciple so tell me if he interacts with clones in that.Okay, wear your masks if you're not vaccinated, remember to review, and have a great few weeks!