Star Wars the Clone Wars - One shots

It's an inside joke - Part 2

It didn't take long for Fives to get used to Skywalker's loud and chaotic personality.

As cadets, clones were taught that they would have an easy life if they answered every order from their superiors with clipped, 'Yes, sir!'

They had to snap to attention every time an officer stepped into the room, and avoid bothering their Generals unless it was absolutely urgent.

Skywalker wasn't like that. He actively encouraged his men to make suggestions about his strategies, once joking that Rex had saved his shebs at least a dozen times by double-checking his plans.

He was clearly fond of the men under his command, and in Fives' eyes, that only made him a better leader.

His Padawan took after him. She was sparky and headstrong, which complimented Skywalker, though they often butted heads if one of their tempers grew short.

"Snips, chill out," Skywalker called out, causing Fives to glance up from where he was counting inventory.

Regardless of his quickly progressing skills on the battlefield, he tended to find himself getting into trouble frequently, hence he'd gotten used to completing extra inventory duty as a punishment.

The older Jedi was widening his strides to catch up with his Padawan as she attempted to walk away. "All pilots have to start somewhere."

Ahsoka whirled around, irritation etched onto her face that was just visible through her helmet. She'd been training with Gold Squadron today, and apparently it hadn't gone as well as she hoped.

"How am I supposed to improve when you-" she pointed at his chest, "can't give me clear instructions?"

Skywalker gawked at her, "How was I not clear?"

"You were screaming conflicting orders at me!" Tano argued, her voice rising in volume and pitch with every word. "Push forwards- no, pull back! U-turn, U-turn! Why are you U-turning, Snips? Push forwards!"

It was quite amusing to watch Tano attempt to mimic her Master, even if she was furious.

"Come on, Ahsoka," Skywalker rolled his eyes, and Fives thought he might be attending his General's funeral by the end of the cycle, judging by the redness growing on the Commander's face.

"Just accept it, Master!" She growled, "I won't ever be as good a pilot as you! Togrutas weren't built for space combat!"

She tore off her helmet and threw it at her mentor's chest, winding him, "This stupid helmet messes with my echolocation!"

With that, the teenager spun on her heel and began to storm away, splitting through the sea of clones who had gathered to spectate.

Fives watched Skywalker closely. He almost expected him to chase the girl down and chastise her for storming away from him, or at least scold her language. He'd seen Kenobi lecture the pair of them enough times to know that Jedi didn't permit that type of behaviour.

So he was surprised when Skywalker sat on the crate near where he was counting supplies, taking a small servodriver from his belt to begin fiddling with the Commander's helmet.

Fives glanced around. He was alone, but he wasn't sure if that gave him permission to approach the Jedi after such a heated exchange.

He paused when he was about halfway to the Jedi, contemplating if he should drop the entire idea. He didn't know anything about the relationship between Jedi Masters and their Padawans, nor did he know the slightest thing about teenage girls.

"You'll get used to that soon enough, Fives," the General startled him, not lifting his head from his work. "She's stubborn."

Fives exhaled slowly, impressed that the Jedi had noticed him nearby even without looking.