Fun and games in the 501st

Cooking clones

Rex had been in the medbay for three days now. He thought the zygerrians were bad, listening to Kix drone on almost topped it. The second he was able to stand he was gone. But currently the world was still spinning so he just internally screamed and slapped his pillow over his head.
These three days felt like three years.

He layed there contemplating life when Echo creeped in holding something.
"Hey dad (•ᴗ•)❤ ."
"You only call me dad when you want something."
"No I don't," he pulled the puppy eyes, "the whole 501st calls you dad."
He gave echo a look "And you know dam well you're the favourite."
"yep ^^"
"So what dya want now?"
Although he had gotten alot of visits by everyone, Echo was by far the most clingy. Rex was his idol and he didn't quite know how to function without him.
He held up the cat, "we are doing stuff for (y/n)'s birthday and I need someone to take care of thorin."
Rex's face dropped, "its today?"
"yep. Nonono lay back down you're staying here. You can help get later. Anyway kitty needs cuddles." he set thorin down on the bed.
Thorin wasn't overly bothered and crawled under the covers and snuggled into Rex's side. Apparently all ya had to do for a pregnant cat was feed it and keep it warm, however Echo, Fives and Tup still wouldn't stop researching everything and trying to think of any reason to keep the kittens when they were born.
Rex was instantly taken over by the cuteness and fell asleep again while Echo grinned: that's one parent distracted.

"(y/n)?!" it was time to run after his other parent, trying to find this one though is a little harder.
"Yes?" naturally she was hanging upside down from an air vent.
"I need your help." he grinned.
She raised an eyebrow, "With what? And where is the cat?"
"She's with Rex. I wanted help with the weapons. I've come up with some new designs for our-"
"Show me," she read it, "Echo it's amazing but if we screw this up the base is going to explode."
"Exactly. Thats why I need your help."
The pair of them stared at eachother grinning. Gotcha.

"Okay Echo has her distracted we have a few hours at the very least," Fives closed down his datapad, "We can get started now."
Fives, Jesse and Hardcase, to Tups dismay and horror, had been left to try and cook a birthday cake. Why? Because the three could be trusted more in a military kitchen rather than try and put decorations up. Although Kix was adamant that it was impossible to blow up a military kitchen Tup was sure they could do it. On one of their private missions Hardcase had managed to blow a base sky high by literally sneezing on the control pad.

"So what type of cake are we making?" Hardcase asked.
"(favourite cake name)." Jesse was looking through the book wearing a 'kiss the chef' apron on.
"Well that can't be hard," he shrugged, "let me see."
"Nananananana Shelly this contains words and numbers you stay back." Fives and Jesse pushed him aside so only they could see the book.
Hardcase pouted, "My name isn't Shelly ):<"
The two arcs ignored him.
"So we need 250g of butter."
"Let me see!"
"Do we even have that much flour?"
"LET ME SEE!"
"Yeah, Tup went out and already bought everything we just have to measure it out."
"I CAN READ YA KNOW?!"
"Jesse can you hear something?"
"Na must be the wind."
"GUYS STOP IT 😭😭😭😭!"
"Hardcase can you shut up we are trying to get stuff done?"
"LET ME DO SOMETHING!"
"NO!"
"PLEASE!"
"SHELLY NO!"
Jesse sighed, "Fine ya can make the dinner."
"Yes!" Hardcase jumped in the air and accidentally punched a light, "oops..."
Fives just face palmed, "We are gonna regret this aren't we?"
"Yep." Jesse grabbed the dustpan and brush.

- two hours later -

Fives and Jesse weren't doing too bad. The cake was in the oven with minimal spillage on the work tops. Hardcase was strangely doing well as well. Too well...
Hardcase was quite proud of himself, "I might actually have a dish to serve."

Fives was lost for words.
"What the hell were you trying to cook?!"
"Nothing major! Just abit of chicken!"
Jesse was 100% done "Really?"
"REALLY!"
"WHAT DID YOU SEASON IT WITH?! KRIFFING GASOLINE?!"
Hardcase paused, "May have."
Fives groaned and smacked his head up against a wall.
"I wondered why it smelt funny..."
"What were you trying to use?!"
"It said oil so I just grabbed the nearest clear liquid- grow up." he glared at Jesse who was red in the face trying to stop himself laughing.
"HOW DID GASOLINE GET INTO A BOTTLE THAT LOOKS LIKE OIL?!"
"HOW SHOULD I KNOW?! START GETTING THE DOOR BACK ON!"
Hardcase held two halves of the door, "I think it's going to take abit more than superglue and flex tape-"
"SUPER GLUE AND FLEX TAPE IS ALL WE HAVE NOW I DON'T WANT TO GET IN TROUBLE SO MOVE IT!"
Hardcase went to the oven and removed the now charr grilled food and yeeted it in the bin, "Here lies Hardcase's hope of ever being a chef."
"Yeah while you're at it put yourself in the bin as well."