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Zeta, still helmetless, smiled slightly. "I believe you're forgetting your place, sergeant. Even as acting leader of this squad, I outrank you as a lieutenant and doctor. I say he needs rest, so I am affording him that. You, who have no real training in medical treatment, have no obligation to tell him how to get better. I do."

Copy just stared at him.
"Im not a Seargent boy. Im a Captain. And that means I Outrank you. While I understand that as medic you have a valueable opinion on matters pertaning to my men, Im forced to consider your Medical abilities suspect. If this Man "needs Rest" as you say he does, why is he not in the infirmary? as acting commander and medic, the first thing you should have done was tend to your men. that also throws your responsibility as a leader into question."
Copy started walking towards Zeta, his face unreadble under his helmit.
"Being that he's going to be more valuable to me hale and hearty than half dead, I'll allow this slacker rest. You will take him to the infirmary imediately."
upon getting in arms length of Zeta he grabbed the clone's chestplate and pulled him close to him.
In Dark tones he uttered unto Zeta. "Assumption is the first step to a shallow grave, "Doc." You pull this kind of crap on me in the field and I will personaly burn your flesh off your bones and piss on your charred skeleton. This is my Comand now, boy. And until the smoke or the tinnies kill me, every clone in this squad is on My time. You don't give Orders "doc." I do."
He released the medic and turned away to resume his position in front of the troops. "Take sleeping beauty to the infirmary ASAP then get your a** back here Double time. The Rest of you fall in!" He ordered.

"No sir!Just eager to get out there and fly somthing with big guns."He replyed eagerly,sheathing the blade.

"Psi,sir!Rifleman and pilot.Need somthing Hi-jacked,shot down, or flown that's my job."He answersed.This guy might be just a bit crazy,but it's better then theta.I just hope he dosn't try and shoot me.

"I dont count droids,I count clips.And I can shoot this thing better then you'll ever be able to."He narrowed his eyes and nodded towards the DC-17s.Okay,now this guy is pissing me off.His eye twitched a bit.

"Rifleman sir."He grunted.Deciding that invoking this guy's rage may not be the best idea,and even if they pulled their guns he wouldn't survive.Sure he might get in a good stab or two but he wouldn't be abel to afflict any immediate damage and would only get himself killed.

Zeta remained unphased by Copy's outbursts, and listening to him only made his smile widen more into a kind of grin. Having heard enough, he found a Kaminoan that could lead him to a medical bay, which was kind of overkill, as all he needed was a bed. He worked with them to see if he had caught any airborne diseases from the climate while out in the rain and, satisfied, was about to leave him to their doctors when a thought occurred to him. Waking up with a bunch of aliens prodding you could be construed as uncomfortable. Zeta sat next to Theta, motioning the kaminoan doctors away whenever they came too close.

Cannon fodder?You better watch your back on the field s**t head.I might just accidentaly shoot you in the back of the head.Or I might 'accidentaly' crash the LAAT into the ground.Whoa,hold it Psi,your getting maniacle.Just keep it cool and slowly plan his demise in combat.No one calls me cannon fodder and gets to live.He followed Copy with his eyes,millions of plans revolved around in his mind,each one giving him a perfect idea in various situations.But none where good enough.Psi wanted this one to die grotesqley.And he will.He thought,suppresing the chuckle of it all.