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"Hey that was good shooting. I didnt catch your name." Omikron said as he stepped down from the ladder and scooped up his helmet off the floor.

The Jedi finally returned to Zeta. He claimed to have trouble finding the medic, but Zeta thought that was impossible, given that he was the only one standing in an area of about 20 square meters. But he wasn't born to believe his superiors, just follow their orders.

"You did good, 006."

"Thank you, sir."

"You rescued 23 jedi and 54 troopers."

"I know, sir."

"You should be proud of yourself, 006."

Zeta stared at him from behind the visor of his helmet. "I can't, sir."

The Jedi had a look of understanding dawning on him suddenly, and stepped back a bit in embarrasment. "Oh, right. Well... we're going back now. Come with me."

"Yes, sir. Should I be on the recovery team?"

"No, 006. You've done enough for today."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

They boarded an LAAT and flew back to the closest assault ship.

Gamma 204 was staggering. he left an amazing number of mines behind with a single jedi helping him along the way.

We're almost there!

"We won't make it."

"WE WILL!"

"We won't-"

And out of nowhere a dropship came swooping by and took them both into the air, leaving the bantha fodder that is Geonosis.

((Is anyone else in this AT-XT with me?))

Omikron listened in on some of the channels in his helmet and they all said that the clones were pulling out. 'Damn,' He thought 'I barely got to see any action.' "Hey we better get off this rock or well get left behind, Does this thing have any flares or anything onboard?" He said searching the vehicle.

Zeta 006 was greeted by a dozen or so saluting clonetroopers. He took of his helmet to get a good look at them. They all appeared extremely haggard, so instead of saluting back, Zeta merely tucked his helmet under his arm and spoke quietly, "Everyone get some rest. That's an order."

They nodded, turned, turned back to salute again, and then turned again to do as they were told. The words of the fatally wounded medic flashed briefly back to 006, but they were easily disregarded.

Zeta strode unassumingly behind the Jedi, his helmet attatched to his back via an unused hook meant to be a mount for a hover stretcher. the Jedi opened a door and ushered him inside, where another Jedi was there to greet them. One of the Jedi appeared alien, with a cone-shaped head. The other was human, from what Zeta could see. They were talking in hushed tones about an "Obi-Wan" and "Anikin." Zeta was dismayed that he could not have saved them from injury, as they seemed to be talking about terrible damage they both sustained.

The Jedi stopped their hushed conversation and looked at the jedi who had been Zeta's companion. "What are you doing here?" the cone-headed one demanded softly.

"I'm here to report-"

"You were assigned to a different ship, were you not?" The human was speaking now, and his voice was less calm, more critical.

"I don't know, Master. The data sent to me was rather confusing. I assumed I'd be assigned to the same ship as yourself."

"Well, that is clearly not the case. Relocate to the..." the human jedi checked a datapad, "Republic Dream."

Zeta's Jedi bowed his head, hiding his face red with embarassment. "Yes, master."

The two departed for their originally assigned ship.

Sigma arrived in the hangar of the Acclamator-class cruiser, Republic Dream. He knew exactly what would happen now. His armor would be sent to servicing, and he would be sent back into cyrogenics to preserve his aging, right after he was sent for mind reprogramming.

Sigma shuddered. It wasn't that any of that hurt him, it just felt odd to see the Jedi generals, able to do whatever they wanted, when he was forced to obey orders. No matter how hard he tried, he was not able to, his mind simply stopped sending signals to his body if that ever occured.

Sighing, he lifted off his helmet, and a service droid came to take his armor away. Stretching in his black jumpsuit, he looked around the hangar and realized that there was no one else from JetTeam, and in fact, there were only a few clones there.

Sigma recognized one of them as Zeta, the medic who had helped him in the Colosseum.

"Zeta? Are you here also? I wonder why no one else is here..."

Omega felt like he had been hit by a speeder going to speed. He heard some one call him.

" Delta.....Good to see your alive. Come....there seving a feast.....Well kinda, in the mess hall."

Omega started walking off.

The LAAT made it way to the cruiser called Republic Dream. Omikron kinda thought it was a dumb name but what was he going to do about it? The dropship boraded and Omikron saluted the other clones farewell as he walked out of the docking bay and made his way into the mess hall.

On his way there he saw two jedi walking the other way. Omikron had never seen one so he stopped to looked at them and smiled under his helmet a little before his stomach reminded him where he was suppose to be going.