Yes, absolutely agree with this one

Cadet Batch

Just something cute and fun

It was raining on Kamino. As usual. The drops of water was tapping furiously on Tipoca City, lighting fell every other minute or so, and the ocean was wild.
But none of that mattered in one of the many training grounds, located so far inside the city that the rain couldn’t even be heard from there.

On said ground, more specifically, during one of the many training exercises, a clone squad unlike any was moving in what could only be described as perfect harmony. The four clones varied in appearance, but they knew exactly how, when, and where to move, and it came to no surprise that they aced the exercise in record time.

“Hah, that was it?” The large one said, his voice booming over the training grounds, effectively earning a few nasty looks from other clones.

“Actually, this exercise was 4.2 minutes longer than usual and they dispatched 16 more droids in order to create a longer and thus, more difficult exercise for us” the brainy one said, his hands coming up to tug at his round goggles.

“Well it sure didn’t feel more difficult” the large one spoke again, his laughter coming all the way down from his stomach.

The silver-haired clone glared at his brother, although the the ghost of a smirk tugged at his lips. The last clone stepped forward and placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“I think, we should go over plan 22 again. It felt a bit rusty, don’t you agree, Tech?” The leader of their squad spoke. Tech looked at his brother and nodded.

“And perhaps go over the hand signals one more time, just so everyone’s clear on those” Tech glanced at the larger clone who was too busy punching his silver-haired brother who, in return, snarked at him although he made no effort to move away.

“Congratulations Squad, you made an excellent run” Jedi Master Shaak Ti greeted the squad after their drills, a calming expression on her face.

The leader, Hunter, nodded in thanks and soon the squad was dismissed.

“Ugh, I’m starving!” The large clone, Wrecker, complained as the squad moved through Tipoca City and towards the mess hall.

“You’re always starving” Crosshair rolled his eyes.

“After taking down the clankers” He grinned widely. “Training makes me hungry”

“Let’s hope they serve something other than soup today” Crosshair mumbled, his stomach slightly rumbling.

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up” Hunter pointed out.

“Statistically speaking, the chances of soup being the main course, again, is approximately 91%” Tech chimed in, his head buried in a datapad.

When their mealtime was over, the squad moved towards their barracks. Hunter had been whisked away for sergeant drills, leaving the remaining three brothers to themselves.

So of course chaos broke out.

“Oh look, here comes the defect squad. Careful boys, wouldn’t wanna catch whatever weirdness, they carry” another cadet who walked with his own squad down the halls commented when his eyes landed upon the three clones who stood out like a sore thumb.

The other regular clones laughed at their brother’s comment, throwing nasty looks toward Tech, Wrecker, and Crosshair. Even though the comment hurt, Tech had busied himself with his datapad again, but Crosshair and Wrecker weren’t as fortunate. Or perhaps it merely stemmed from the way those two usually attracted problems and fights.

“Oh look, Wrecker, here comes the ‘regs’” Crosshair spat out, disgust painted on his face. Wrecker laughed at his brother’s words.

The other squad paused in their tracks.

“Say that again… freak” the leader spoke up.

Crosshair smirked wickedly.

“Reg”

The first punch was delivered by the regular clone. Crosshair stumbled back a few steps, clutching his already bleeding nose, while anger seeped out from his eyes.

“Oh no you didn’t” Wrecker grunted, his fist meeting the unfortunate regular clone’s ribs. He was forced to double over as a pained sound escaped him.

And thus, the fight broke out.

At first, only Crosshair and Wrecker engaged in the fight, delivering blow after blow at the regs while trying to hold their own.

Tech stood to the side, watching, for once his datapad was forgotten.

“Guys… let’s not do this… again… please” he was stuttering a bit, trying to defuse the tension, but clearly no one listened.

Suddenly, one of the regs realized that Tech hadn’t engaged in the fight, and decided to make that decision for him. Running up, and while Tech didn’t notice, the regular clone delivered a kick to the back of Tech’s knees while pushing him on the ground. Tech let out a surprised grunt, and when he lifted himself from the ground, he saw that his datapad had a cracked screen. Turning, he faced the clone and all logic flew out the window as he jumped him. Tech might have been more eager to stay out of the fight, but he was a soldier after all. He knew how to throw a punch.

A few broken ribs, bleeding noses, bleeding knuckles and bruised faces later, and the fight had died down when Master Shaak Ti and a few bounty hunters had shown up to break up the fight and ordered all clones back to their barracks.

When they returned to their barracks, Hunter had come back from his own drills, yet when he saw the cuts and bruises on his brothers, his eyes widened in shock (but not surprise).

“What happened?” He jogged over, his first instinct was to take a look at Crosshair’s split lip that was still bleeding. Although he first tried to pry off his brothers concern, he quickly gave in and let him drag him and his brothers to the table in the middle of the barracks, already pulling out the med-kit.

“Same as always” Crosshair scowled, crossing his arms to hide the fact that he was in pain.

Hunter stood in front of his brothers, a hand on his hip and a guilty look on his face. Crosshair looked like he had taken the worst of it. Especially with his bleeding lip, bruises on his cheeks, a cut across his nose and the obvious fact that he’s clutching his ribs. Wrecker looked somewhat normal except for a bit of bruises around his eyebrow, and Tech had a bleeding nose and a few bruises on his face but otherwise fine.

Still, Hunter hated the sight of his brothers like this.

If Hunter really wanted to, he could pass as a regular clone, and most of them usually left him alone because of that fact. His brothers, however, weren’t as fortunate. And it pained him each time they got into a fight because the regs had called them bad names or done something to piss them off.

“Well, we should-”

Hunter was interrupted at the sound of the door hissing open. Four different head turned to look and whomever had open their door, and each clone visibly relaxed at the sight of 99. Often times, they felt like 99 was the only one who truly understood them.

The clone walked into their barracks, holding a black box in his hand and a soft smile on his lips.

“Fighting again, are we?” He asked, not accusing, just curious.

“They started it” Wrecker pouted.

99 just smiled and sat down at the table, placing the box on it, which caused the four of them to look with curiosity. Although Hunter could definitely already smell, what was inside.

“Well, I believe a situation like this can only be cured by one thing” 99 explained, amusement on his face as he opened the box, revealing the inside.

Wrecker gasped, “Aw cookies?!” A large grin was already plastered on his face as 99 handed out a cookie to each clone.

“How did you even get these?” Tech asked.

“That’s a secret, Tech” 99 grinned, ruffling Tech’s curls.

All four clones mumbled a 'thank you’, and no one asked questions about the cookies again.

This was just something quick and fun to write, but still really cute because I absolutely love 99 and cadet batch <3

If you wanna see more like this, feel free to send me a request, and I’ll get to it <3

Also, I have been posting quite often these past few days, mainly because I have had some free time out of work, but next week will be busy, so I might not be as active then. Still, I will try to put out a fic or two!!!