Words were speaking overhead, Ajax whined moving away from the sound. Hands moved his head back to where it was before.

"-on't -ve -is -ad." Ajax only caught the endings of the words that were spoken. He peeled open his eyes, relieved that the lights were dimmed. What is happening? He thought. There was a commotion around the med-bay, he believed he was in.

A face identical to his own came into view. "The shiny is awake sir!" the croaky voice said loudly. They backed away, Ajax tried to follow the clone. Hands immediately touched his chin, he flinched slightly at someone touching his face.

"Easy there, don't want your head to move just in case you have a concussion," a voice spoke above him. He was surprised at the soft look the fellow clone had on his face. Ajax tried his best to glare at him but looked like a saddened puppy.

"I just got shot in the arm no big deal, I can still move," Ajax grumbled. How rude are these medics anyway, how could I get a concussion when I got shot in the arm! he thought while he grumbled. He moved his eyes to see who was in the next cot on the right side of him. A shiver ran through him as he saw his commander lying there unconscious.

The medic above him snapped his fingers making his eyes follow the snap. "Don't look over there, not a good sight to see." Huh, I really should ask his name instead of calling him a medic. Ajax's eyes gilded back over to his commander, the medic decided to move to the other side of the bed.

"Not letting your mind swirl with thoughts, okay kid," the medic mumbled, Ajax just looked at him without a single clue. "Now where are my manners, oh wait I don't have any. Anyway, my name is Helix, General Kenobi's battalion."

Oh! That's his name. I swore he looked familiar! Ajax thought he let out a little giggle at his joke. Helix looked at him funny before deciding to ignore it.

"Look kid, your arm is shot to hell. You will be off the battlefield for a while." Helix was fixing his IV, and Ajax's eyes widened at the mention of not being on the battlefield. But! I'll go crazy staying knowing my brothers are fighting while I'm being useless!

Helix noticed the change in state that Ajax was in. "Kid it's better you stay off the battlefield so you don't burden your brothers." Ajax thought about what he said for a second before sighing. He knew Helix was right. He finished fiddling with the IV, he grabbed Ajax's chin with his fingers. He flashed a light into Ajax's eyes making him squint.

"That was for checking if you have a concussion, to see if your pupils were dilating to the flash of light," Helix murmured, trying to soothe Ajax's nerves. "Looks like you don't have one."

There was a sudden ruckus outside the tent, Ajax flinched. He turned on his side knowing he didn't have a concussion, the cot on the left held a clone with a weird tattoo on his face and a bald head. He touched his own face, one he hadn't seen in at least two weeks. His hair had grown, he could make a tiny ponytail if he had an elastic band. There seemed to be lots of grime and dirt in his hair and on his face.

He huffed in distress before he relaxed back into the cot. His eyes blinked slowly as exhaustion settled back in. I don't wanna go to bed though! Just even thinking is tiring. Sleep began to pull him into oblivion, and Ajax followed into the darkness.

A shake made Ajax wake up, he grumbled at the disturbance.

"Kid wake up, you're hogging the cot now," a voice spoke through his sleepy haze. He struggled to sit up, hands grabbed his body and made him sit up. "Come on. Hey, Fives! Help this shiny!" the newly identified Helix yelled.

Ajax opened his eyes at the sudden movement, he saw a clone with a tattoo of the number five in the corner of his forehead looking up. He smiled brightly before trotting over to help Ajax stand. I don't need help, I just got shot in the arm. Ajax followed the so-called Fives.

"Sorry about Helix, when he needs a cot, he needs a cot," Fives whispered, lowering his head to reach Ajax's ear. He grumbled in distress. Other troopers nodded to Fives as they passed by. The camp was spread around, the med bay was situated in the middle where everyone could protect it. To the right of the camp were the commander and the captain's tent. To the left are the Jedi generals and commanders' tent. In a massive gigantic tent is the clone barracks.

Fives were leading Ajax to the barracks, where everyone from all three of the battalions was grouped. Ajax entered the barracks noticing that some clones were cleaning their blasters, and armour or relaxing without their armour on playing games. Aren't they gonna get into trouble? Ajax thought he was led over to the bunk in the corner. As soon as he touched the fabric with his hands, he moved his hand away.

"Woah! You, okay," Fives asked. Ajax subtly flinched forgetting he was there for a second. He didn't like the feel of the bedspread. It was way too scratchy and he wouldn't be able to sleep on it. Ajax was about to speak up before someone beat him to it.

"The bed sheets are scratchy," a trooper on the floor said. He seemed to have Republic symbol tattoos over his eye and a bit of his forehead. Ajax revealed a small smile. Finally someone with common sense. He sat down on the floor where his stack of armour was. He grabbed his filthy helmet, it was pure white not even getting a speck of colour like the other battalions. The Commander and older superior troopers were the only ones who wore the signature colour, which was a very dark green called Juniper.

The trooper with the republic symbol tossed a rag. "Here, it'll help clean the muck off your armour, and my name's Jesse by the way." Jesse went back to playing cards with his brothers. Ajax noticed Fives had left to go somewhere unsurprisingly. They were using names? Wouldn't they get punished? He tipped his head back so his hair could touch his neck. He moved his head side to side, liking the way his hair felt against his blacks. Ajax stopped what he was doing and began to clean off his helmet. He sat cross-legged and rocked side to side liking the motion. The other clones glanced over at him but decided he wasn't a bother.

Time flew by, troopers were in and out. Ajax finally finished cleaning his armour. Before deciding to look at his arm which was still covered in bacta gel and bandages. He started to peel off the bandages, the wound itself was healing up nicely but there was a lot of pain. Wincing he threw the disgusting bandages in front of him, he grabbed a new roll of bandages that was in a box next to each bunk. Ajax carefully began wrapping his arm tightly, not too tight for it to cut off circulation.

Once he finished he stacked the armour differently, the helmet was always on the bottom nowhere near the rest of the armour. The chest plate and crotch were on the bottom stabilizing everything, then the leg armour and then arms and shoulder padding and finally the boots at the top when he wasn't wearing them. He stared at his stacked armour proudly, it worked efficiently. The other clones did it, from boots to the top, it was not Ajax's way of doing it and he wasn't comfortable with it.

"Hey! Quiet mouth!" Fives shouted, Ajax looked up at him. "Come on, there's food ready." Oh! That's why he was calling me! Ajax realized. He stood up and followed. Wait, why did he call me Quiet Mouth?

He hurried over to stand beside Fives, he quickly noticed there was a massive height difference between the two of them. Ajax stood at a height of 5ft 4, and a regular clone stood at a regular height of 6ft.

Ajax sighed. "My designation you shall know is CT-4572," he mumbled trying to be quiet but Fives wasn't talking. Ajax looked at his facial expressions, seeing distraught on his face.

"Do you have a name and not a designation?" Fives asked calmly. Ajax cocked his head and nodded. "Well tell me I can't go around calling you quiet mouth now can I?"

"It's Ajax," he replied, Fives took that as an answer and they set off to the mess hall. Ajax was nervous to see so many new faces but also old ones as well.