The GRA training was quickly put on pause as Midec attempted to gently pop Dy'hag's shoulder back into place. Whilst this was happening, Tabura met up with Scorch, 42 and Fixer to get lunch and to get far away from the screaming and screeching near her quarters. Boss wasn't able to join her and sadly had to once again skip lunch. He was too occupied with apologising to the Horned Viper squad, reprimanding Sev, along with passing Chief Sen'luh's critical information to Captain Martz.

Scorch, 42 and Fixer had already finished eating and were just taking a break as Scorch was showing off his latest souvenir. "Four ladles stolen straight from the kitchen!" Tabura pretended to be listen to the commando's daring heist story but she was far more interested in whatever Fixer was occupied with on his datapad.

At 1400 hours, Sev finally arrived from his telling off and began quickly eating his very late lunch. As he kept making excuses about weak Geonosian anatomy, Tabura was busy observing Fixer with intrigue. The slicer would study a clone trooper's personal file, carefully read the profile, before finally swiping to the left of his datapad to receive the next file and repeat the process. "What you got there, Fixer?" She finally asked.

"…Potential candidates for Delta Squad's second in command." He reluctantly answered.

This immediately grabbed the squad's attention who sat closer to Fixer. "Let us see!" They all demanded. To Tabura's surprise, Fixer made no effort to stop Scorch taking the datapad and rapidly going through the potential squad members.

"To replace me." Fixer added.

The squad read the bio of an ordnance specialist with bronze armour markings, a great sense of humour and a distain for authority. "Bad batcher." Scorch concluded before swiping left.

"Since I won't be here anymore." Fixer continued.

Next was an ARC trooper in blue who had a history of rescuing troopers out of tight spots and was always willing to break the rules to do so. "Kriffhead." 42 declared as Scorch went to the next one.

"Because I was offered to join Gamma Squad." Fixer mentioned to no one in particular.

Then came a clone commando covered in flame decals. Brutal fighter, incredible weapons proficiency with an extreme hatred against droids, computers and all things tech-related. "Asshole." Sev declared.

"And leave Delta Squad…" Fixer's felt like his words were falling on deaf ears.

"Hey, he seems nice!" Tabura remarked about an intelligent engineer specialising in computers.

Sev shook his head. "Nah skip him. Bullseye and I have fought beside him before. You know that clone who got stabbed with his own blade?"

"...didn't you tell meyoustab-" Scorch asked.

"I said skip him!" Sev demanded before swiping right on the unreliable soldier. No one was the right replacement for Fixer.

"And I'll probably never see you again." Fixer sighed. Tabura finally took notice and realised what Fixer was implying. Before she could say anything, Scorch shoved the datapad towards Fixer's face.

"Can we have this one? Corporal Mender."

"Mender?" Fixer quickly took the pad and studied the bio. Reserved, studious and reliable with a strong belief to do things by the book. Fixer skipped past that to read his actual training and combat experience. A pure and simple soldier with nothing special. Clearly, he was the least qualified out of all the candidates. "Why do you want him?" Fixer asked.

"Seems like the perfect replacement for you." Scorch explained with a smile like it was obvious.

Fixer looked at his squad-mate in disbelief. He was expecting him to say it was another dumb joke but for once Scorch seemed to be serious. Fixer couldn't believe what he had just heard. He tossed the datapad back onto the table "I'm going back to my quarters, pick whoever you want." He said through gritted teeth before leaving the table.

As he walked away, Tabura caught up with him outside the canteen entrance.

"Fixer wait. I meant to say earlier, congrats on your big promotion!" She said with a friendly smile.

"Thanks." Fixer said with a fake smile.

"You excited?"

"Yeah." he replied under his breath.

"…The squad's really going to miss you-"

"What is the matter with them!" he shouted, finally losing his composure.

Fixer couldn't take it anymore. "Could they not show any sign of being sorry to lose me? Instead, the only thing they're saying is 'Bye bye Four-Oh, don't worry about the integrity of the squad, we can just replace you with Corporal Moron!'"

Tabura was shocked. She had never heard Fixer speak like this. "I don't think-"

"Have they not noticed that we have fought together and saved each other's lives on a weekly kriffing basis? Does that not mean anything to them!? I don't even want to move to Gamma Squad. I love Sparks and better equipment and everything, but I'd happily stay if they'd just ask me! But they haven't, so fine!... If that's what they want, I'll leave."

Fixer's outburst had finally broken his stoic attitude. His gaze met the floor as he almost looked like he was about to cry. Tabura flew closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Look, I'm not defending them, but we both know clone commandos aren't the most emotionally mature species in the galaxy. I know they really suck at showing it, but I promise you that Delta squad do care about you. And I swear weareall going to miss you, especially Scorch."

Fixer gave a scoff. "Sure."

"I'm serious, he's going to miss you the most. Look whatever happens, this is the final day for everyone. Talk to them, you don't want to waste your final moments with them being angry."

"I'll talk to them tonight before I leave." Fixer muttered.

"Do it now."

"I'll do it at dinner." The slicer said in a dismissive tone.

"Trust me, do it now. If there's one thing I've learnt, it's you aren't guaranteed any amount of time with your fam-."

Fixer looked up at the merchant with skepticism. "With all respect Tabura, what's going to happen in the next 10 hours?"

As soon as he said this, he received an announcement via the squad comms unit.

"This is Captain Martz calling an emergency battle meeting! All commandos to the bridge now. This is not a drill. Repeat, emergency battle meeting!"

Tabura looked at her stunned squad mate and gave a sigh. "I hate it when I'm right."