The Runaways

New Ideas

Ryloth, 21 BBY

I had Rider staying in the ship, because he's the pilot. Verity had to be ready to move at any time. It was nice having him as a medic. Picker and Breezer were ARC backup when needed. Crack-up was our spy. As boisterous as he was, he sure could sneak. He could also strategize like no other, and he agreed with my plan.

"It's the safest and most effective plan we have." 

Once we finished planning, I sent the ARC's to check in with the tailor. When they came back, they said that they would all be ready by mid-morning tomorrow. 

"I have a question." Verity stuttered lightly. He's a huge worrywart. I turned to him and nodded. "How are we going to hide the fact that we are clones? They can see our faces and hear our voices."

"You have a point." I fidget with my hands as ideas fly around my head. "Well, your outfits have face coverings, so that's covered. Crack-up chuckled softly at my non-intended pun.

"We are all sworn to silence. As is the custom of your slaves." Ranahan crossed his legs.

"That's brilliant, Ranahan!" I replied. "Let's get some sleep."

***

When dawn broke on my favorite planet, I sucked in a deep breath. This could be the last Ryloth sunrise I ever see. What if my plan didn't work? I was also more than certain that I would be kicked from the order upon my arrival back to the temple. What could become of the Runaways? I turned over to see them all sleeping peacefully, helmets tossed to the side. I smiled faintly. These men bring me so much happiness and hope, as they do to so many others. All the same, yet so different. My eyes lingered on Spitfire. The top of his hair was undone, the leather band curled tightly in his fingers. It was a sweet sight. I sat up and began to munch on a ration bar. R-9 began chattering in the corner. I shushed him and motioned for the little droid to meet me outside so we didn't wake the clones.