Hey guys!

OneLittleSpark18: Yeah, I thought I'd treat you guys to a hefty chapter.

4thwallbreak: My dude, it was over 5,000 words! Maybe it just felt short lol. AZI is actually extremely fun to write.

Paladin Stormwind: I know, right? Omega's inherent goodness really supports my JANGO FETT WAS A REALLY GOOD PERSON HE JUST GOT REALLY SCREWED OVER theory.

Venomizer: Thank you! And this time you'll get the Bad Batch AND Rexsoka!

Of course we have to have the aftermath of poor Omega's ordeal. We'll be revisiting some characters today and we'll finally get some Rex and Ahsoka again!

TW: Self harm

Mando'a translations at the end!

The apartment was unbearable. Fives had to watch Tech and Echo wallow in their worry and in Tech's case, guilt.

"Lama Su said the situation had been resolved." Fives tried reminding them.

"Which could mean any number of things." Tech said.

He was curled in nearly the fetal position in a chair, clutching at his datapad like it was a life line. Echo paced nearby.

"He would have told us if they'd been hurt." Fives said, though he privately doubted that. "Listen, it'll be hours before Wrecker and Hunter get there. Let's go and do something."

"What're we supposed to do, Fives?" Echo snapped. "Go see a show? Go fight in your little fighting ring?"

Fives flinched at the harshness in Echo's voice. He didn't want to deal with this. He didn't want to feel the worry with them.

Then he had the solution. He looked at Echo.

"Let's go get kriffing wasted."

79's had returned to its former glory, it seemed. The place was packed with clones, laughing, drinking, and chatting with the girls. The place had obviously shut down during the clones' exodus and exile, but it looked like things were back to normal.

Fives dragged Tech and Echo to a back table, away from most of the chaos. A waitress came by, a pale green Theelin woman with more horns than clothes.

"What can I get you boys?" She chirped.

"A Fuzzy Tauntaun. Make it a double." Fives said immediately.

"I'll take a tihaar, please." Echo said.

"Accaragm." Tech said.

Fives and Echo looked at him. Accaragm was a Wookie drink and could take out a clone in minutes.

"We came here to become senseless through inebriation." Tech said. "Due to my high alcohol tolerance, accaragm is one of the few alcoholic beverages that will get me to that point in a reasonable amount of time."

"Okay, then." The waitress said. "Are there any other services you'd like tonight?"

Her voice dropped a few sultry degrees. Echo shook his head and Tech simply ignored her. Fives hesitated. He let his gaze wander over this woman's body, appreciating the ample curves barely contained by straps of fabric.

Fives hadn't been with one of the girls since right before the war was over. He remembered the night vividly, though he'd often tried to forget it. It had been his last night with Senna.

"That depends." Fives said to the waitress. "Has Senna come back?"

The waitress frowned.

"No. She quit right when the war ended, didn't she?"

"She quit?" Fives asked.

He'd only been told that she was gone. He'd hadn't seen her since before the chip conspiracy. And then after that was the execution of Palpatine and then the Last Battle of Coruscant.

The waitress shrugged.

"Or something. Just didn't show up to her shift one day."

Fives' stomach dropped. Senna hadn't lived in the nicest part of Coruscant. She'd told him all the terrible things that happened there. Had she fallen prey to them?

"There's another Devaronian girl here." The waitress suggested. "If you want."

"No." Fives said. "Senna's the only one I'll go to. She took care of me."

"Oh trust me," The waitress said with a smirk. "Bili can take care of you-"

"Not like that." Fives snapped. "She cared about me."

They'd been lying together, naked and breathless that last night, a luxury that Fives was sure she only awarded him.

"Promise you'll come back." She'd whispered in his ear.

"'Course I will." Fives had said with all the confidence of a drunk man who had just been pleasured by a beautiful woman.

She'd looked at him with uncharacteristically serious eyes.

"Please." She said. "I can't lose you too."

"I told you, I'll be fine!"

He regretted being so flippant. He'd never seen her again.

There had been no way to find her, so Fives had done his best to forget. Then he'd found feelings for Ahsoka.

"Thanks anyway." Fives muttered.

The waitress gave him an odd look before sauntering away.

Fives stewed as he waited for their drinks. How could he have forgotten Senna so easily? Was it because he was a clone, used to having those close to him ripped away to be replaced by another brother?

You should have looked for her. The insidious voice whispered. She's someone else you've failed.

To Fives' relief, their orders arrived. All three of them grabbed their drinks and began drowning themselves. Fives focused on the fizz of the drink and the burning of the alcohol. Luckily he could feel the effects come on him fairly quickly; he was drinking on an empty stomach.

He frowned at the strange hiccupping noises coming from next to him. It took another Fuzzy Tauntaun for him to realize it was Tech crying.

"Tech?" Fives slurred. "You okay?"

It was a dumb question. The usually stoic Tech's goggles were misted over and his breathing was hitched.

"No." Tech said. "No. I have sent my brother and my sister knowingly into danger. I left them alone. I did not have to sleep. I could have stayed awake."

Fives wasn't quite sure what Tech was talking about with the sleeping, but he sure was upset.

"They're okay." Fives managed, patting Tech on the shoulder. "It turned out okay."

"And what of the next time I am weak or stupid?" Tech said. "They rely on me. And I am fallible."

Tech said fallible as if it were the most vile curse in the galaxy. Fives could relate.

"Yeah. It sucks." Fives said. "Everyone relied on me to save the clones. And I couldn't. Omega and Echo had to do it."

The shame of his failure came crashing down on him. And he started crying too.

"And then- and then I tried to take Ahsoka from Rex. And I tried to- tried to-"

He couldn't say it and that made the shame worse.

A hand curled around his shoulders.

"Senna?" Fives mumbled.

He was drunk and crying. Senna was the one who helped him when he was like this.

"No, vod." That was Echo. "But it's okay. You're okay."

Then the hand was gone and Fives heard Echo muttering something to Tech.

Echo's comm beeped. Fives heard him scramble to answer it and a few crackling words.

"Hunter and Wrecker have gotten there." Echo said. "Crosshair's hurt, but they're alive. They're going to be okay."

Fives heard Tech give a broken gasp of relief.

Crosshair needed a few days to counteract the severe dehydration the illness had caused him. Lama Su agreed to allow him to be treated on Kamino so as to not risk any complications. Omega sat by his bedside, awaiting her doom. Hunter and Wrecker were on their way to Kamino.

"Stop looking as if you've been assigned to a suicide mission." Crosshair said testily. He was annoyed and maybe a little frightened with being stuck recovering on Kamino. "Hunter won't do anything but scold."

"He could tell me to stop being a Senator." Omega fretted. "Or keep me cooped up."

"The worst thing he'll do is insist that he be your bodyguard at all times now." Crosshair said.

Omega sighed and rested her arms and head on Crosshair's bed.

"It's not fun being treated like a child." She mumbled.

"You are a child." Crosshair said with a scoff.

Omega gave him a dirty look. She'd argue semantics with him, but he was still recovering and didn't need the excitement.

Then she heard voices.

"I don't give a damn, where are they?"

That was Hunter and Omega realized how desperately she had wanted her brother to come and take charge.

The door slid open and a flustered Wrecker and Hunter hurried in.

"Omega!" Hunter said.

Omega leapt from her chair and rushed into Hunter's arms.

"Hey." Hunter said, stroking her hair. "It's all right, we're here. Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine." Omega said against Hunter's armor. "It's Crosshair that nearly-"

She trailed off, unwilling to talk about what had happened to Crosshair.

"What the hell happened?" Hunter demanded of Crosshair. "Lama Su just said that he had found you in Nala Se's lab and Echo didn't know much else!"

"Nala Se threatened us." Crosshair said. "So we decided to take care of it."

"Crosshair!" Hunter said.

Omega let go of Hunter and let Wrecker scoop her up, like she knew he'd been waiting to do.

"I don't get how she nearly killed you!" Wrecker said. "'Snot like she's much of a fighter."

Crosshair remained silent. Omega knew he did not want to discuss his perceived weakness down in Nala Se's lab.

Hunter sighed, running his hand through his hair.

"Is the threat neutralized?" He asked.

Crosshair gave a short nod.

"Then the mission's a success then!" Wrecker said. "Good job, 'Mega!"

Omega didn't know if she felt pleased or embarrassed or still terrified. She had managed to save Crosshair and find the data. But she had caused undue worry for her brothers. She lay her head on Wrecker's chest and listened to his heartbeat. Nala Se would have cut the steady rhythm short, if she could have. Omega decided that she would have done it all again to ensure that her brothers were safe.

"Tech! Echo!"

Relief crashed down on Tech as Omega scurried down the ramp of the Marauder. Even at night on this lone, out of the way landing pad on the outskirts of the Undercity on Coruscant, he could see her clearly enough to determine she was unharmed. He allowed her to throw her arms around him. In fact, he hugged her back, if only to have it confirmed through touch that she was truly alive and well.

"I'm sorry we didn't listen to you." Omega said, muffled by his armor. Then she stepped back and held up a datastick. "But we got the data!"

For once Tech did not care one whit about the data.

"That does not matter." He said. "You are safe."

"Like hell it doesn't."

Tech looked up to see Crosshair being helped down the ramp by Hunter.

"I nearly died getting that kriffing data."

Tech studied Crosshair. He was ashen and actually allowing Hunter to assist him, but his eyes were bright and he was smirking slightly.

"Of course." Tech amended. "I am just expressing my relief."

"We should get back before the reporters catch wind of us." Echo said as Omega turned her affection to him.

On the ride back to the apartment, Tech did a quick scan of Crosshair.

"Your body is producing a high level of antibodies for Affliceria." He said with a frown. "Crosshair, how did-"

"Nala Se's a bitch." Crosshair said flatly.

Wrecker gave an exaggerated gasp.

"Hunter!" He said. "Crosshair said a naughty word!"

Omega giggled.

"I'll give him a pass this time." Hunter said.

Tech smiled to himself as he inserted the data stick into his pad. Nala Se's carefully detailed notes about their creation filled the screen. He ran the data through an algorithm he'd developed. Within seconds the files with any mention of a flaw in their DNA came to the forefront.

Tech began his search. It wasn't until long after they had returned to the apartment and the rest of them had gone to bed that he had his answer.

Nala Se did design a flaw in their DNA. However, it was unique to each member of the Batch and needed a direct injection in order to kill. Tech took a deep breath. He would be able to develop defenses against these, even if Nala Se was incarcerated. He could protect his family once more.

Tython was nice. Prime had been on three planets, and Tython was his favorite. On Kamino you couldn't go outside for long and too many people had been hurt there. Coruscant was better, especially the Jedi Temple, but it had been loud, both to his ears and in the Force. Besides, he wasn't sure he liked all the buildings.

There weren't any buildings on Tython, if you didn't count the old Jedi Temple and the small houses the clones were constructing. Instead of big skyscrapers, there were trees and bushes here. Prime had only seen those in pictures during flash training or a brief glance of a couple on the Jedi Temple grounds. Prime liked the trees. He could climb them, see for a long way, and feel the wind on his face.

He liked the wind here. It didn't whip his face with rain, like on Kamino. He liked practically everything here. He liked the rocks, the ground, the sun, the small insects that fluttered around.

He especially liked the feeling of the Force here. It was clean and warm and easier to feel than on Kamino. There wasn't the odd taint that he had felt on Coruscant.

The way the Force felt made it a little easier to meditate. It was hard today, though, as he sat on the sun warmed ground. General Skywalker was visiting today, and Prime was eager to see him. He liked General Skywalker. He was big in the Force.

"Be calm, Prime." General Plo said. "Young Skywalker is coming, whether you are looking for him as he arrives or not."

"Yes, sir." Prime replied.

He let out a breath and tried to focus on the Force. It came when he called out to it and he smiled as it filled him. It wasn't dangerous anymore. It was safe.

He became more aware of General Plo's thoughts through their little bond. He tried not to look. General Plo had told him that it was rude to look into people's minds on purpose. If the Force told him to look, that was okay, but just because he could didn't mean he should.

Prime turned his sight beyond Tython. He stretched his mind as far as he could, but he couldn't reach Coruscant, let alone Mandalore. He wanted to be able to feel his brothers, but General Plo said that interplanetary connections were difficult and rare. Prime would have to settle for writing letters on the datapad.

Prime opened his eyes as General Plo put his hand on his shoulder. He felt more tired than he thought he would.

"Were you trying to reach your brothers?" General Plo asked.

Prime nodded.

"I know you miss them, but you are overtaxing your abilities." General Plo said, and then paused. "Young Skywalker is almost here."

Prime perked up and scrambled to his feet. General Plo gave a rumbling laugh.

"It will be a few minutes." He said.

"But we still have to get to where he's landing!" Prime said. "No one can land near here!"

"I wouldn't put it past Skywalker to try." General Plo said. "But, if he remembers my request, he will not try to land directly on the temple."

"Which means we need to hurry if we want to meet him!" Prime pressed.

"You may go ahead." General Plo said. "I will be right behind you."

Prime grinned at General Plo and took off down the dirt path.

Soon the trees were replaced by the homes his brothers from the Wolf Pack were building. There were lots of clones here, trying to build a life.

"Hey, where are you going in such a hurry, Jet'ika?" One called.

"General Skywalker is coming!" Prime shouted back.

His brothers were laughing, but Prime could feel it was good natured. They teased him a lot about being a Jedi, but Prime knew they were like Rex. They loved him even though they hadn't spent much time together. Prime liked that about being a clone.

The Force twinged, so Prime wasn't surprised when he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Wolffe frowning at him.

"Slow down." Wolffe said sternly. "This is still a construction zone."

"Sorry, sir." Prime said.

Wolffe grunted.

"Don't call me 'sir.'" He said. "We're done with that."

Prime nodded.

"You said Skywalker's coming?" Wolffe said. "He's probably brought more clones. We'll have to prep for that."

"He has." Prime confirmed.

He could feel General Skywalker closing in already and he was joined by at least a dozen clonish minds. It wasn't just the Wolffe Pack that lived here. Any clone who had wanted this life was welcome. Tython didn't really belong to anyone, so no one could protest. Prime didn't know why the Jedi hadn't challenged them coming here.

Speaking of Jedi, Prime could feel two other bright presences that joined General Skywalker. He thought they felt maybe a little familiar. Maybe they had been at the Temple when Prime was being tested.

"Go on." Wolffe said, nudging Prime.

Prime smiled at him and broke into a run again. He could see General Skywalker's ship now. It landed in the stretch of dirt they used as a landing pad as Prime crested the overlooking hill.

By the time Prime reached them, clones were already disembarking. They were in yellow marked armor. Prime briefly wondered what legion they belonged to.

General Skywalker came next, followed by a blue Twi'lek, a clone, and a green Nautolan. Prime recognized the Nautolan. He'd been on the Council. The Twi'lek and the clone were holding hands.

"Hello, Prime!" General Skywalker said, smiling down at him.

"Hello, sir!" Prime said, then glanced at the other two Jedi.

"It is good to meet you, Prime." The Twi'lek said. "I am Aayla Secura."

"We have already met, young one." The Nautolan said. "I am afraid it was not a very good first impression for you. I am Kit Fisto."

Prime nodded. He had heard of both of them, especially General Secura.

"Young Skywalker!" General Plo's voice came from behind Prime. "Have you been recruiting?"

"No, Master." General Skywalker said with a chuckle. "They came to me."

General Secura whispered something in the clone by her side's ear. He nodded, kissed her cheek, and went in the same direction as the other clones. Prime watched him, confused. Was that what the other clones meant when they said General Secura and her Commander were 'doing it?'

"What brings you here?" General Plo asked, clasping hands with both General Secura and General Fisto.

"Is it not obvious, Master Plo?" General Secura asked. "We agree with you and young Skywalker. The Jedi Order is not what it is meant to be, and we believe that this may be a better way."

Prime could feel General Plo's emotions rise.

"You opened my eyes, Master Plo." General Fisto added. "You are right. They are afraid."

"Thank you." General Plo said quietly. "Though I must warn you, I am unsure of where this path leads."

General Fisto laughed.

"Is that not life?" He asked. "The Force will guide us, Master Plo. You and our young friend here have proved that when it speaks, you listen."

Prime straightened up proudly at General Fisto's words. General Plo put his hand on Prime's shoulder. Prime may not have been part of the Grand Army of the Republic, but he was starting to think he was part of something grander.

Ahsoka stepped out from the eaves of Kyrimorut, holding her datapad. A group of clones was coming in from the fields, laughing and joking. Ahsoka frowned. They were all too jovial. A subdued figure was missing.

"Darman!" Ahsoka called to them. "Where's Rex?"

Darman paused, his brow furrowed.

"He's not here?" He said. "I thought he'd come straight back."

A cold fear weighed Ahsoka's stomach down.

"What happened?" She asked. "When did he leave?"

"'Bout ten minutes ago." Darman said. "Asked if he could leave, best he could. I can get the boys to look for him-"

"No, I can find him." Ahsoka said. "Thank you."

Darman nodded.

"We'll keep an eye out in any case." He said. "Good luck."

Ahsoka focused on her and Rex's bond. A few strands had reconnected, leaving the bond fragile, but usable. She knew not to use it much, but a quick scan for his location wouldn't strain it too badly.

He was close, somewhere between the main compound and the fields. That was a relief. The fact that he had requested to leave was- Ahsoka didn't know if it was a good sign or worrisome. Rex, while recovering, barely spoke, and most decidedly did not display the autonomy to leave early. On the other hand, leaving without telling anyone where he was going was not a habit Ahsoka wanted to deal with.

She found him a little ways away, in a copse of Veshok trees. He was sitting at the base of one of the tall evergreens. He had brought his knees to his chest and his arms folded on top. His face was buried against them.

Ahsoka knew that posture. She'd seen plenty of clones take it after a hard battle, or after losing a close brother.

"Rex?" Ahsoka called.

He looked up. His eyes were red.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"It's all right." Ahsoka said as she came closer.

Ahsoka was glad that he recognized that just running off wasn't acceptable.

She carefully sat down next to him.

"What was wrong?" She asked.

Rex took a shaky breath.

"Too much interference." He said.

Ahsoka nodded and let things be quiet between them for a moment.

"We have messages from everyone." She said. "Would you like to read them with me?"

He glanced at her and nodded. Then he winced. Ahsoka immediately tensed.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

He didn't give an answer. Ahsoka thought she could see a hint of red above his blacks' collar.

"May I look at your neck, Rex?" Ahsoka asked, though her worries pushed her to command him.

"Yes." He whispered.

He didn't resist as she reached for his neck. The collar of his blacks was sticky with blood. She peeled them down as gently as she could, but he still hissed out a noise of pain. Underneath were scores of bloody marks. A quick glance at Rex's red fingernails told her what had happened.

Ahsoka knew Rex hated the scars around his neck. She'd even caught him scratching at them from time to time. But this-

Ahsoka took a deep breath and looked at Rex. He was staring at the ground.

"I'm going to go get some bacta." She said. "Can you stay here for me?"

He nodded again.

Ahsoka fought the cold pit in her stomach as she set back towards the compound. He had been getting better: making small choices, sleeping without sedation, having burgeoning conversations. Now it all seemed insignificant if he was clawing at his neck until he bled.

She managed to avoid any of the Skirata clan: they were all having dinner together. Ahsoka didn't want to have to explain this now. She raided Gilamar's med supplies and quickly came away with a bacta topical cream and bandages. She also dropped by his room to grab the shirt of the civvies he still refused to wear. He couldn't go around in blood soaked blacks.

She would have to tell Bardan, at the very least, and warn the others to keep an eye out for him scratching.

Bardan had told her that it would sometimes get bad again, but that it would never get as bad as it used to be. Ahsoka clung to that thought.

Rex was waiting for her when she returned. His head was still bowed in shame.

"Change into this, please." Ahsoka told him, handing him the looser shirt.

He obediently shed his blacks top and pulled on the shirt that better exposed his injuries. Ahsoka was relieved to see that the only marks seemed to be on his neck.

Ahsoka gently spread the bacta around the wounds. He made no noise, though Ahsoka knew it stung.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly.

Part of Ahsoka wanted to scold him, ask him why he would do this to himself. Instead she smiled at him.

"I'm not angry." She said. "Hold still."

She carefully wrapped the bandage around his scored skin. When she finished, he bowed his head again.

"Let-" He started and gestured to himself. "Let go."

Ahsoka stiffened. Was he telling her to abandon him?

"No." Ahsoka said after a moment.

He looked away from her.

"Do you want to read those messages now?" Ahsoka asked after a few more seconds of silence.

She knew he would react better to pretending nothing had happened, at least for now.

"Yes." He said.

Ahsoka pulled out her data pad and sat down next to him. She hesitated as she saw the first message.

"This one is from Fives." She said and read it aloud.

Rex and Ahsoka,

I hope you're doing okay. Echo said you called and that Rex is getting better. That's good. I'm doing fine. Tech is letting me fight in Grif's ring again.

Hope you come back soon.

Fives

It was short and terse, but it had been the first communication they had had from Fives. Ahsoka found herself tearing up at it. She wondered if Tech had made him write it. Even so, it sent a wave of relief over her. Fives' condition had been simmering in the back of her mind, but she had been so distracted by Rex, she hadn't realized how worried she'd been.

Ahsoka composed a reply, detailing a few more aspects of Rex's recovery and sending her well wishes to Grif.

"Do you want to say anything to him?" Ahsoka asked Rex.

He nodded.

"Be careful." He said.

Ahsoka nodded. He'd started providing these short, few word messages in the last couple of days, but it was another good sign.

She sent the reply and pulled up the next message. It was from Plo, and it was mostly for her. He wrote about how almost a dozen Jedi had joined their small Order now, including Master Ti. Master Ti had remained on Coruscant to assist with the young clones, but all the others had joined Plo on Tython. Plo went on to describe their peaceful life on Tython.

Ahsoka smiled. Plo seemed much happier now. He was with his sons and he no longer had to hold back from his love for them. Ahsoka missed him. She would have to see if she and Rex could visit soon. It might be good for Rex to see Prime again.

Speaking of which, the next message was from the young clone himself. She read this one aloud to Rex. It was mostly excited details of his training, but near the end, a little misspelled, was:

Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum, Rex.

When Ahsoka read the words aloud, she felt a strong rush of guilt from Rex. She looked over and saw tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Would you like to tell him anything?" She asked softly.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"Again?" Ahsoka asked.

"I'm sorry." He said again.

Ahsoka put an arm around his shaking shoulders. She sent gentle soothing waves through their bond as she opened their final message from Padme and Anakin.

Anakin mostly repeated what Plo had already sent: details of their new order and how it was faring. Apparently, the Jedi Order hadn't made any response to their actions, even when they moved to Tython. Ahsoka privately thought that the Council thought that if they ignored Anakin and Plo, they would just go away.

Padme's was a little more interesting and new. The cure for aging was widely available and had been administered to every clone who wanted it. Naboo and Ryloth had opened their borders, inviting any clone to their planets. There had been a fair exodus after the news, though many clones saw Coruscant as their new home. There had been a surge of adoptions for young clones and even for those not chosen, Padme had started construction for a sort of boarding school for them, where they could grow up in peace.

Rex calmed down as she read these parts. She could feel his pleasure at the good news.

Luke and Leia are doing well. They remember you, you know. Sometimes they'll stop what they're doing, look around and ask for 'So-so' and 'Ex.' I've attached some pictures. They're growing so fast, I don't think you'll recognize them!

We hope to make a visit soon,

Padme and Anakin

Ahsoka smiled and pulled up the attached holos. The twins were seven or eight months old, but Padme said they were more advanced due to their Force sensitivity. There were plenty of pictures of them toddling to Anakin's waiting arms. Leia was a master of pouting, but Luke seemed to be beaming in every picture. Every other holo featured at least one floating toy, or more likely something they weren't supposed to have. She tilted the screen so that Rex could see them. He stared at the twins, transfixed.

"My-" He said quietly. "Verd'ika. My bavod'e."

He looked at Ahsoka, his eyes so clearly Rex that she felt winded.

"Tell them I miss them." He said.

Then he turned back to the pad. A small smile graced his lips and he touched the screen.

Mando'a:

Jet'ika: affectionate diminutive of Jetii, or Jedi. Literally little Jedi.

verd'ika: little warrior. Rex's nickname for Leia

bavod'e: Nieces/nephews. Basically niblings.

What do you do when you've got a character that has a lot of control over their emotions? GET THEM DRUNK WOO. I have erroneouslystated in the past in this fic that Echo can't drink alcohol. The Bad Batch firmly disproved that, so I'm just gonna go with that he's fairly resistant to getting drunk.

I've always played with the idea that Fives had a specific girl he would go to at 79's. I finally implemented that idea. And who knows where it will go? In my mind, there were three types of escorts at 79's: the ones who were in it for the money, the droids, and the ones that actually cared about the clones. I also headcanon that the ones who cared didn't last long in a lot of cases, just because it would be hard to see less and less of them come back.

Crosshair will never tell anyone what happened in that lab. He sees it as weakness on his part. Hunter may or may not let him go anywhere by himself ever again.

I may have indulged myself a little with the Tech hug. I don't care. It's cute. I think that the idea of their genetic weaknesses being unique to each one makes sense. What if only one goes rogue? But now it's not really an issue. Tech can solve it now.

Hello Prime! It's been a minute! If you've forgotten, Tython is where Din takes Grogu in Season 2. It does indeed have a Jedi temple on it. I thought that since no one was really using it, Plo and Anakin would claim it. And the clones are quite happy to follow. Prime still calls Plo 'General' because one, he's used to it, and two, I was really uncomfortable with the child slave calling anyone Master. And people are dropping the Jedi Order left and right! I like to imagine that Aayla bust into the Council chambers with Bly, went 'This is my clone husband, I will not be getting rid of him, and screw you.' and then leaving.

I am sorry for what I do to Rex, but it makes sense to me that as he becomes reaware of his own emotions, that his scars would really be a source of trauma for him. His 7567 side hates them because it meant he wasn't being a good soldier. His Rex side obviously hates them for how they helped break him. But recovery is a messy process and it has its ups and downs. I changed it so that Ahsoka never orders him to do anything. He needs to learn how to make his own choices. Also he still feels so guilty about Prime. I still need to figure out how I'm going to resolve that. Luke and Leia are a huge help to him because they have no connection to the war or the Kaminoans.

Welp, I gotta go to class now.

Be safe, remember to review, and I'll see you next week for Guilty!