Rogato was much like Kamino in the sense that it seemed to rain about ninety nine percent of the time, the only difference was that this planet was covered in swamps instead of endless ocean, Slick could still remember only two times off the top of his head that he ever saw the sun. Once was when he was very young, about nine years ago, which wouldn't seem like many years to the average man, but clones were bred with accelerated ageing. Nine years to anyone else in the galaxy would be eighteen years to a clone, an entire lifetime ago, he remembered how a door malfunction had caused he and his batch brothers to take a detour across one of the bridges connecting Tipoca City to one of it's smaller hubs.

He remembered the warmth as the heat from the sun hit his face, he remembered how his brothers stopped with him to look up directly at the flaming gas giant, he remembered how he could actually see beyond the city at the endless ocean, it was all so peaceful. The second time he saw the sun was the day he graduated, the very same day he shipped out with the rest of his squad. Through the shade of his visor, he could barely tell, but he knew it was there. What he didn't know was that he would grow tired of the sun, especially on Genonosis, but he didn't want to relive that memory.

Slick turned to see Hound resting on the floating medical bed, the hard falling rain smacking against his armour. "Hold on brother, we're almost there..." He tried to reassure him with a forced optimism.

Right now, the galaxy has turned on its head, Slick didn't know what he can do to change that. What he did know, was that he could save Hound. He only wished he could have saved him with Barriss, but she was on her own path with that child. The more he thought about it, the more he regretted leaving her behind, but he needed answers, if she wasn't going to help, then that was enough to show him where she stood.

He'd be lying to himself if he said that he didn't regret his decision to leave the ship behind too. The torrential rain and high winds made navigating the marshlands impossible by technological means, they were left with no choice but to follow the coordinates Vindi had given him on foot. He latched the medical bed to his belt and dragged Hound for the last hour, struggling with every step, driven by his desire to break his brother's chains.

The sudden dreaded feeling of loosing his footing made Slick panic as his forward placed foot had sunk through the mud as well as a metal casing. He fell down several feet, dragging Hound's unconscious body along with him, fortunately landing atop a pile of old mattresses. He lifted his head and quickly tried to gather his bearings, figure out where they landed, the momentary flickering of lights illuminating the room indicated that they were on a sensor. Upon the lights igniting, Slick could see that this was a barracks, this was someone's living quarters, someone's home.

He barely had time to turn and check on Hound before a set of doors opened before him, revealing a pair of distinctly Kaminoan silhouettes along with a human that appeared tall and physically in shape. One of the kaminoans stepped forward towards the downed clones and reached out his hand to aid them. "Are you alright?" He asked in his monotone voice.

Slick was overwhelmed at the sudden show hospitality, usually kaminoans were cold and calculated, apathetic and void of emotion. For this alien to show even the slightest piece of kindness was in itself, alien to him. "Thanks." He grumbled as he took the thin white hand and pulled himself up thanks to the clone expert.

"Why are you here?" The second Kaminoan asked, stepping between Slick and the humanoid figure, as if protecting him.

Slick lifted Hound up and gently placed him on the medical bed. "My brother has a tumor… I need to take it out."

"A tumor?" A third voice spoke up, coming from the mystery figure in the doorway. Stepping past the Kaminoan and into the light, revealing him to be a clone with incredibly short hair and an intricate set of tattoos forming a V pattern across his face.

Slick narrowed his eyes, analysing the brother before him. "Yes. If I'm right, then every clone has one that needs to be removed. Including you."

The protective Kaminoan once again stood between the two. "That won't be necessary. Dogma has already had his inhibitor chip removed for analysis."

"Dogma?" He then asked, looking at his unknown brother.

The Kaminoan spoke again. "Yes. He was sent to us for analysis after he executed his Jedi General. Our facility oversaw renegade clones for a long time up until a year ago when our funding was cut. I believe that you were to be sent to us upon your arrest, CT-3904… but you went incarcerated on Coruscant before we could study you."

Slick couldn't believe it. This was were he was supposed to be? "You know who I am?"

The eel like being nodded his head. "I studied your file extensively, regardless."

"What did you find with him?" He asked, gesturing towards Dogma. The Clone in question appeared vacant in thought, staring past him towards a wall, he seemed a little off.

"After our studies, protocol dictated that we wipe the mind. Unfortunately, the combination of the removal of his chip along with the memory wipe led to cognitive difficulties. His mind is like that of a child, full of wonder and curiosity, he is not ready for the rest of the galaxy."

"You… care about him." Slick understood to an extent, he was beginning to see that these kaminoans were unlike any others he had met.

He nodded again. "I am Faun Shae. This is my colleague, Torma Yen." He gestured towards the Kaminoan who helped him up, placing Hound onto a new medical bed.

"We have the facilities necessary to remove this clone's inhibitor chip, but I must warn you, repeated concussive rounds from your blaster along with the surgery will most likely result in complications in his brain." Torma explained.

"I'm prepared to deal with that. I just want him to be free." The Sergeant answered. This was already more than what he had expected, but he vowed to help his brothers however he could, anything would be better than being a slave.

"Understood. Preparing inhibitor extraction." Torma announced as he pressed at several buttons in a nearby console, activating an AZ droid to emerge from a tube from the opposite side of the room. The process was incredibly quick, in half a minute, Hound's chip was in a glass container held by the droid.

"Surgery successful. Administering adrenaline." The droid said as he injected Hound's neck with a glowing blue liquid.

Instantly, Hound shot up from the medical bed, his eyes quickly darting around the room, taking in his surroundings. "What in the dang kriff is goin on here?" He asked in a strange accent that was unfamiliar to everyone else in the room.

Slick raised a brow and looked to Torma for some sort of answer, but the Kaminoan returned the confused look and raised his hands as if to say 'I don't know.' He then approached his brother slowly. "Hound?"

He shot his face toward him. "Yeah, son?"

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"Hmm. I remember feedin the dogs, then I got a holocall, then… Argh!" He exhaled in pain as he gripped his head with one hand. "Sorry, son. I don't remember much after that."

"It's alright, brother. You're safe now." Slick reassured his fellow Sergeant with a firm grasp on his shoulder.

"Where're we? Kamino? How'd we get here?" He asked, looking around the room.

"Hound, I need you to listen to me, okay? This is a place called Rogato. The kaminoans send defective clones here to be studied… it was the only safe place for us. The- The other clones, they're under some sort of mind control thanks to an artificial tumor they put in our heads." He tried to explain.

Hound just looks blankly at the floor, clearly processing the information. "Woah, that's a lot to take in. I uh… Are we the only three without it?" He asked, putting two and two together seeing the droid holding the tumor.

Slick then looked back to Faun Shae on regards to Dogma, the Kaminoan simply nodded before elaborating. "After his wipe, the inhibitor chip was rendered defective."

"Defective? Are we?-" Hound began before Slick raised his hand to stop him.

"No, bother. I escaped during the change, took you with me and brought you here. I-" Slick himself was cut off by a thundering roar echoing throughout the facility. "What was that?"

Torma brought up a holo projection of another section of the facility above ground, revealing a clone planting thermal detonators against the wall. Slick inspected the video closely, seeing a set of Jaig eyes painted above the visor. There was no mistake as to who it could be, the armour may have been upgraded from the last time they met, but Slick could never forget that pattern.

"Rex…"

"Captain Rex?" Hound then asked for clarification.

"It would appear that you are not the only rogue clones looking for answers." Torma then commented before leading everyone to the wall in the holo.

As they rushed through the dark corridors, poorly illuminated by emergency lighting, Slick looked to Faun Shae. "Where are the rest of the staff?" He asked in between breaths.

"Funding was cut off months ago. We elected to stay to continue our research independently." He explained.

"Did you know about the tumors?" Hound then asked.

The look on both beings faces made it painfully obvious that they knew, but there was also a look of shame shared between them. The clones collectively elected to overlook that fact as they finally reached the other end of the facility. Torma brought his wrist up to his dace so that he could adrsss the captain over the external speakers. "Clone, this is a secure facility. If you simply cease your assault, we shall grant you access."

"Forgive me if I don't believe you." The captain said bluntly. His tone was aggressive, but there was no doubt in Slick's mind that this was indeed Rex.

The Sergeant then grabbed the kaminoan's wrist. "Rex! This is Slick. Please, stand down and we can talk about this."

There was a pause after the last explosion before the next noise that they heard was a light knocking. Torma pressed away at his wrist console and opened a nearby door for the lost clone, Rex slowly stepped in and immediately took off his helmet to show that he posed no threat. "Dogma?" His eyes darted to the innocent natured clone, who cautiously stepped back after by being referred to by name.

"I- I'm sorry. I don't think I know you. Have we met?" He asked with a surprisingly sunny disposition despite being visibly anxious.

Rex looked to Slick, who in turn looked to the kaminoans. "Dogma was sent to us after his… incident. His mind was wiped for his own safety."

Rex kept his head completely still as he analysed the two aliens standing before him, there was something he couldn't figure out and he was going to ask why. "You call him by his name, not his CT number." This was more of a statement rather than a question.

"He is… unique to us." Faun said quietly, but loud enough for Rex to hear. He heard unique, but what he also heard was the word 'Important', which was much more comforting.

Rex then turned to the former Sergeant. "Slick, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead."

"Dead?" He asked in return, clearly confused.

"We were told that you were taken back to Kamino to be… decommissioned." He said calmly, never breaking eye contact. Slick could tell he wasn't lying, but someone had clearly lied to him.

"Decommissioned? N- No! Rex, I was in prison. I was on Coruscant! I wrote to you! I… " He explained before he began to trail off, still processing what he just heard. He had spent months wondering why none of the messages he sent out were never met with replies. He had written to his squad, to Chopper, apologising for setting him up to take the fall. He had even written to Cody and Rex, to explain himself in hopes that they understood that he knew what he did was wrong. "I…" He was finally lost for words.

Rex slowly walked towards his former comrade and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Slick. I never got any messages. If you want, we can talk about it later but right now, I need your help. All of your help." He said as he looked to the remaining clones and kaminoans.

Hound stepped forward and removed his helmet. "Well shoot, son. Whatcha need?" He asked as Rex once again gave a confused look to Slick, who mimicked Torma's gesture.

"Right… Okay, I need AZ droids, a lot of them. How many do you have here?"

"Unfortunately, AZ-1601 is our only unit." Faun Shae answered before asking. "What do you plan to do with them?"

Rex pulled out a holodisk and revealed medical records, specifically brain scans from two clones, CT-5385 and ARC-5555. "These are scans from two of my men, Tup and Fives. Tup's chip malfunctioned, causing him to execute Jedi General Tip'lar. Fives removed his and his own chips to study them, he left the files for me somewhere only I could find them, that's how I knew how to remove mine. We didn't know it at the time, but the chips were designed to make us obey direct orders from the supreme chancellor. Well, I guess you could call him the Emperor now. Something felt wrong about them as soon as we found out about them, so when order sixty six occurred, I didn't obey. These chips are in every single clone trooper in the galaxy, and I'll remove them one by one if I have to, but in order to do that, I need the facilities to do that."

"Why can't you just stun the clones you find and bring them here?" Dogma then asked, understanding the situation.

"No, I need to stay mobile. I'm- I'm sorry, men. But me being here has put you all at risk. For the past two days, I've been followed by the 104th, Wolffe is leading the strike team. We all need to go, now!"

Just as the captain gave his orders, a secondary alarm blurted from Torma's wrist console. The eel like being brought his wrist up and projected a hologram of a Nu class Republic shuttle with the Wolfpack insignia on both wings. "It appears that your brothers have found us already. Dogma, take your clan and fetch AZ-1601, then wait in the lower tunnels for my command."

"What're you gonna do?" Asked Hound as he prepared his weapon.

For the first time in his life, the clone saw a Kaminoan smile. "Order sixty six isn't the only command that you clones are unable to obey."

Wolffe studied the scans of the facility closely with his good eye, planning his method of attack. He then turned to his men, the three elite troopers he personally handpicked for this mission, his wolves. Comet, Boost and Sinker. "Men, the heat trail from CT-7567's Y wing has lead us to this compound. Now, the base is under the swamps, with several entrances on the surface. We will make our way into the facility simultaneously and individually. Time management is key to this operation, synchronise your HUDs, we go on my mark. Tonight, the wolves hunt."