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Theta entered the door, rolling along the floor, and taking refuge behind the desk. However, his genetic programming forced him to salute like everyone else.

"Damnit!" He cursed aloud. He noticed the glare of people staring at him. "Aww... crap. I'm boned."

Something gave him the feeling of that today was going to be one of those days that you really never wanted, but they came, and you had to take the kitty litter out, even though it wasn't your kitty, but your friend's, when you find out your friend has been cheating with your girlfriend, who decided to go 66 on camera and accidentally sent the video to you instead of to the pornofest on coruscant, instead sending your baby movies abotu you running around the playground naked after finding out that diapers can come off, and so you become a public icon that everyone identifies as "mr. Baby Nakie", and have many flash videos made about you till everyone is so sick that they make a video about how sick they are, while in the meantime you are a 45 year old bachaelor that has never gotten laid since you were in college, and you find that your life has been a total waste, and commit suicide, but forgot to write a note or a will, so the pharmicist will get arrested for murder, but only to be aquitted, which makes the prosecuting attorney commit suicide like you because he's lost 98 different cases in a row.

This sucks.

Zeta stood quietly at attention, waiting for the Jedi to speak. He gave Delta a warning look, a silent order to shut up. They were in the presence of superior officers.

Omega didnt say any thing. He simply waited to be told he could go eat.


".........Man im hungry." He thought of what was in the mess hall.

"At ease," Rabble muttered, looking at each of them in turn. "as you know, we, Republic command, monitor, through your helmets, the electromagnetic pulses of your brains. All of you," he opened his hands to extend the generalization to all clones, "for the purpose of making sure there are no problems, or... complications." He folded his hands. "We noticed during this operation that your respective waves, quite overtly, showed a great degree of dynamic development. However, you obviously have retained your programming to follow all orders we give you."

He stood up and began walking around the table, looking at all of them and none of them in particular. "Instead of sending you to be reprocessed, we have decided to take advantage of this opportunity. Though clones think creatively, they are restricted very much. We would like to try an... experiment to see what happens when we remove those restrictions."

He stopped pacing and folded his arms behind his back, standing straight. "As the force would have it, you already have a certain degree o freedom, about the right levels we'd like to work with. Therefore, you have been selected to be a part of an experimental team for... special operations." He sat down and checked something on a datapad. Not looking up, he finished. "You're being sent to Coruscant. Chancelor Palpatine has requested a special audience with you." He looked up, "Those of you who can feel honored should. A shuttle's waiting for you. You will take it to Coruscant."

Zeta took the lead by standing at attention once again, his hand brought up in salute. "Yes, sir."

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Theta moaned. Upon hearing the request of the audience, he really got irritated.

"Bite my Shiny White Cloned..." But before Theta could finish, instinct kicked back in, forcing a salute and attention. "Yes Sir! DAMNIT, not again! Farkling genetic programming!"

"Yea. I keep finding myself in dangerous situations and saluting assholes, and neither are by my choice. Farkwads..." Theta grumbled, still saluting. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull his arm down until the senior officer left the room or was commanded to.

As he saluted as well, Gamma glanced at Omikron and said.
"How true. And by interesting, I have the same gut feeling as Theta, I feel troubled. The chancellor has been acting odd these days."

"Look. Why would the chancellor, supreme power in the senate, pick a small group of Troopers like us, when he could just clone a battalion in mere parsecs, twice the power of us, the intelligence, the free though, etc.?"