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The ships landed. The soldiers marched out. This wasn’t Savri’s first time seeing a formal army, but something about them was very different. In a physical sense, they were all identical. White sterile armor consisted of all the same shapes at the same sizes, across soldier after soldier. In the force, like every living being, they were unique. Plumes of color and harmony swirled around with anxiety and apprehension.
Jaieh Pinluc stepped up to meet one of the clones who stepped forward, “CC-1010, at your service” He said with a solute. Discomfort rippled through the air. Two letters and a number, a serial number. Valehanan probably had the second most encounters with slavers. Ochlan had the most encounters. In areas of the galaxy where chattel slavery was more than just common, serial numbers were easier to track than names. Despite this discomfort, no one pushed back, because it was not supportive to push back on how one introduced themselves.
“It’s good to meet you. I am Jaieh Pinluc, they/them, a Jedi Shadow,”
“It’s an honor to meet you, sir,” CC-1010 said.
“It’s and honor to meet you as well,” Jaieh Pinluc said. None of the soldiers looked any more discomforted. That must be a good way to respond to them, “Everyone else here is either a Jedi Shadow, or one of their students. Let’s get you all settled,”
The Coruscant Guard had a lot of responsibilities. Everyone tried to make themselves useful. The building they were using would also be home base for the rest of the GAR (Grand Army of the Republic, not the worst name, but certainly not good) when the other battalions were on planet, but the building was completely empty, which is how Savri and many others spent several hours assembling furniture. Shitty plastic and metal furniture that looked as uncomfortable as the instructions were confusing. Pointy bed frames, thin mattresses, barely standing tables and chairs. The Jedi probably had better stuff in storage that the clones could use. Savri made a mental note to put in a suggestion to resource distribution.
Savri ended up setting up storage closets and was deputized by CT-8706, Quarter Master CT-8706? Savri was still getting used to the whole military structure and titles. She had been in a few war zones, but the highest rank she had ever achieved was specialized private, or whatever the current rebellion’s equivalent was to that.
Either way Quarter Master CT-8706 had asked her, or she volunteered to man the store closet that was mostly boxes waiting to be unpacked. The only ones open were the shelves she was building, and various extra screws, nails, rivets an other construction materials (because there were no more tools left, and she didn’t need them. Small intricate movements were easier for her) with open boxes because the force-dam furniture didn’t come with the right number of anything.
“Hey, Cabel, are you– oh, sorry sir,” Someone said. Another clones stood there at attention.
“At ease? No need for that,” Savri said, sliding out from between an awkward spot between the half assembled shelves, “What do you need?”
“I was trying to see if there were any extra screws. We- uh sleeping quarters besh 7- we ran out of screws, and…” He trailed off.
“Well my good sir, you’ve come to the right place. Theoretical this should be the storage room for hardware replacements. Let’s see what’s in these boxes. I’m Padawan Savri Nam, she/her, and what may I call you?” She started opening up a box with a promising label.
“CT-9158,”
“Aright CT-9158,” She pulled out a few bags of screws, “Which size did you need?”
“Uh 1-⅝ inch,”
“These should be the ones you need, give me a sec,” Savri grabbed a data pad, and marked off the bag of screws “Just bring back the extras if there are any,”
“Thank you sir,” CT-9158 said before skittering away. That was a trend with them. Skittish and egar to leave. Anyone else, and Savri would have been suspicious, but they weren’t just anyone. The reading she had done on them said they were only about 10 to 13, despite developmentally being about 20 standard, and were genetically modified to stay in the range of 20 or so for as long as possible. There were a number of very disturbing things, most disturbing of all was that this was all wrapped up neatly in a series of product development reports, patents, and a sales pitch.
Time flew. Savri finished setting up this, and three other storage rooms, gave out screws and nails, and committed about 30 numbers to force signatures. Leaving the base at night, it was cold. She had passed the barracks on the way out. It looked far to cold in there. Maybe they were still setting up. Hopefully they were still setting up.
“You’re back late, how was it?” Jaieh Brosam asked.
“Fine, a lot got built. Quarter Master CT-8706 said everything should be set up in the next few days,”
“That’s good. I was talking with CT-1010. We were talking about where we would be of most use,”
“What did they say?”
“Not much of anything. We are both very unsure,”
“There’s a lot of that going around,”
“The Senate dose want something specific,”
“Oh great,”
“I think you’ll like it. A list of potential enemies, who might join the Separatist,”
“And how are we supposed to make that list?
“A collective file has been opened. A group from the archives are managing it, we just have to input data. They believe anyone with grievances against the Republic to be potential threats,”
“Anyone?”
“Anyone,”
The building got done early. Apparently the force made construction much easier and it was all done by the next day. The barracks were still too cold. Ice cold. They were in desperate need more blankets.
There were a few different departments. Jaieh Pinluc and CT-1010 sent out a message with temporary assignments. Savri was assigned to data analysis, with and extra note to start working on the list.
“Excuse me, is this Resh 7? Data analysis?” She asked at the labeled room.
“Yes, sir,” One of the soldiers said.
“Thank you. I’m Padawan Savri Nam, she/her. I’m being assigned here, at least temporarily,”
“Right, uh, come in sir,”
“Thank you. What can I call you two?
“CT-9340,” He said.
“CT-1608,” The other one said.
“There’s not a lot here,” CT-9340 said, “We’re currently trying to confirm who has left the republic,”
“I can help with that, where do we start,”
“Uh, well, there’s conflicing reports about the Pitu System,” CT-1608 said.
“Master Magnu said Ibirum and their colonies officially joined the Separatist this morning,” Savri said pulling up her data pad.
“What about Estet? Same system, different senetor, right?”
“Yeah, they’ve been having a lot of the same fiancial aid issues and Ibirum, but they haven’t said anything officially,” And that’s how the day went. They went down a list, Savri checked them against news sources, internal sources, financial records, and anything else Savri could find.