Cody watched his General leave with a strange tumult of emotion. None of his training at Kamino had prepared him for anything of this nature. They'd been told many things about what the Jedi would be like. All powerful. (Not true.) Incapable of making mistakes. (Also not true.) But, what had surprised him the most was the friendship he had formed with General Kenobi. And, it was because of this friendship that Cody had been willing to risk everything and leave Ord Cestus.

"Good to see the Generals up and about," Rex said. He looked about, seemingly at a loss as to what to do without a Legion to command. He shook his head as if accepting the whole thing even though he didn't like it. "Eh... guess... I'll... eh...hit the rack." He hesitated then, for the briefest moment. "You... eh... good?" He seemed to sense Cody had a lot on his mind, but Rex also didn't look in a talking mood. Deep lines shadowed his eyes. Cody was a commander first and foremost and knew when to put the good of the troops first.

"You go on. I'm going to stay up for a bit." In truth, he'd lost track of the time since he'd been locked up, which was a strange concept since his "normal" life was dictated by schedules.

Rex nodded and somehow just his presence there in the cell was reassuring. Rex settled into his bunk, and within seconds he was out. His breathing evened and in the quiet of the cell, Cody was left alone with his thoughts. The cell was spacious. More so than his quarters aboard the Negotiator.

I get an upgrade to my living conditions when I'm locked up. Great.

He pushed thoughts of his General aside for the moment and returned to the conversation with Fox and the magnitude of the holobroadcast. His intent had been to bring home the 212th, including his General. It was his duty, and as a clone, that was what he'd been born and bred to do. So, how did he get caught up in all of this?

What the fek was he caught up in? Fox implied something big was going on. Someone wanted him dead. And, this was much more than someone trying to shiv him because he was a high-ranking officer locked up in the RMB. This was a sophisticated attack involving bounty hunters impersonating clones. Who could pull off such an elaboration deception and why?

Cody was too restless to sit still. He was healing quickly, thanks to the efforts of the RMB medic, Silver. (Cody still thought the fellow reminded him of Keen.) He eased himself off his bunk, careful to avoid putting too much weight on his most injured bits, and started pacing. He counted out steps back and forth across the cell, again and again. And again. Then, he started going up and down the step, even though it pinched at his injuries a bit. It was worth it. His guards ignored him as if this was normal behavior for a prisoner in the confines of a cell. Somehow the mild pain helped ease his restlessness. It reminded him of the burning ache of training.

How many clones have gone mad being locked up in this place?

Why are they locking up clones anyway? We are supposed to be fighting for the Republic?

He took several deep breaths.

Easy there, Cody, he chastised himself. The 212th was locked up and came out in fighting shape. Hold it together.

He continued to pace, trying to burn off some energy.

He'd slept fine when Barriss was around-

Fek it all. Why he'd have to think of her? Think of something else. Anything. Gah. Think. Think. Think.

He turned his attention to Rex, studying him as he slept. His stern features evened out when he slept. He didn't look all that different considering he'd been gone three months. Rex hadn't gotten into too many specifics about where he'd been and what he'd done during that time. He'd left with a horrific injury and come back in fighting form with his own private army. Cody didn't press the issue, since he had his own secrets to keep.

Something had happened, though. The Rex he'd known before could be counted on to always follow orders.

This Rex was different, though. He wanted to question everything.

Cody shook his head. A fine pair they made now. The commander of the venerable 212th and the Captain of the mighty 501st. Both locked up at the RMB.

Everything seemed to have changed in the past few months. And Cody had a feeling there was no going back.

His thoughts were interrupted by the lead guard.

"Commander, sir?" Orli called from the entrance of the cell. "We have meals here for you and the Captain."

Cody glanced over at Rex. He'd gone from sound asleep to instant wakefulness in a moment. Cody always figured the Kaminoans bred it into them, a desirable trait so incoming munitions didn't kill them in their sleep.

But, the genetics weren't selective. "Food?" Rex said, accepting a tray Orli slid through an opening in the ray shield. "Tell me there's caf."

"But, of course, Captain. A trooper needs their caf."

"Orli, you're a good man." Rex's tone was outright cheerful, likely from a bit of desperately needed rest, and the prospect of food that wasn't a rations bar or Kazzie fruit. "Remind me to put you in for a promotion at the earliest opportunity. This is fine work."

"Eh, thank you, sir. But, you can't do that."

Rex snorted. He handed the first tray to Cody, before accepting the second one for himself. "Forget every disparaging thing I've ever said about the Guard. You're alright." He headed back to his bunk to eat his meal.

"Heh. You two aren't so bad for ground pounders," Orli said. "The Commander ordered us to give you extra dessert rations, so enjoy it."

Cody exchanged an amused glance with Rex. "I think he still feels bad about shooting me."

"Good, if it gets us extra dessert, keep that going," Rex said, his mouth full of huge bits of dessert. Rex drained his caf cup in a single gulp. "Orli, I'll pledge my full forces to defend Corrie if you can requisition more caf."

Orli snorted. "Fek. Hope it never comes. They keep saying this war is almost over. But, I'll send for more caf. You two are alright."

"Maybe more of these, too?" Rex held up his empty dessert plate.

Cody shook his head, looking over at Rex.

"What?" Rex replied looking back. "You said Fox was feeling guilty."

"Eat your food, you di'kut." But, inwardly, Cody was smiling. Maybe it was the food. Maybe it was the caf. Maybe it was the banter. But, for the first time, he had hope maybe they would get out of this alright.

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