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Rex stood between General Skywalker and Commander Fox in front of holding cell A. For all that he was staring at the occupants of the cell, he was also pointedly ignoring them as he talked with Fox. He was also ignoring the mess of napkins hanging out of noses.
“Any idea what caused the bar fight? Because I fully believe that they were in one. I might even believe that they started it. But I want to know if they gave you a good enough reason.”
Fox shook his head. “I don’t know, and frankly, your boys cause me so many problems that I don’t care. I just want them out of my sight. Off my planet would be even better, but we can’t have everything.”
“Right. Fives? I really expected better of you. What were you thinking, dragging shinies into your mess? One Fives is enough in this army. I do not need you corrupting anyone. And Jesse? Don’t think Kix isn’t going to hear about this. I imagine he’ll have a few words of his own for you. Zig, Zag: these two are idiots. Don’t do anything they say off the battlefield. Ever. It’s how you end up in jail. General? Anything you need to say before we get them back to the barracks?” Rex spared a glance towards General Skywalker and was surprised by the anger he saw.
“Can’t we leave them overnight?”
“Uh, well, Commander Fox doesn’t like them taking up his holding cells. Space is at a premium on Coruscant. And we came here to pick them up. Why would we leave them?”
“Because they got into a bar fight without me!”
Rex almost almost tried to slam his head in a door. “I think you’ve missed the point here.”
“Fives, how could you not invite me?! Didn’t we have enough fun last time?” Anakin Skywalker (human disaster, occasional tactical genius, and constant headache) was whining about not getting into a fight.
“Hold on.
Last time
?”