Sad Machine {RexXocXAnakinXFives}

Chapter Seven

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"Hello, I'm looking for Senator Padmé Amidala," Ceres stood confidently in front of the confused looking secretary. "She specifically requested an audience with me to discuss my work in clonology."

"Clonology?" The clone who stood behind the secretary spoke up, Ceres recognizing him as a member of the special task force assigned to protecting the senators while they were on Coruscant.

"Yes, I study different clones and their health and wellness. For example, helping clones that have been decommissioned adapt to an easier and more relaxing lifestyle or helping those who suffer any sort of mental strain from what they see on the field. I also study those who are dubbed defective so we can see if there are preventive measures to take to prevent it from happening again." He looked impressed, as did the secretary who was seated before him.

"Alright and what was your name again?" The seated woman questions, hand hovering over the keyboard at her desk.

"Ceres Grey," She started typing, her blue eyes flickering briefly up to Ceres before she waved her closer.

"This will be your ID card," she gave a nod, violet eyes squinting slightly as the flash went off. A small rectangular card popped out of the machine, the older woman offering her a kind smile as she hand her the card. "Jet will escort you to the Senator. She's in a meeting with a few others senators. It shouldn't be a problem for you to sit in on since it has to do with your studies." She gave a nod, the silver haired clone, now called Jet, stepped forward to join her.

"Jet, was it?" He gave a nod, his dark eyes casually running over her as she did the same. He wore the standard armor. His chest plate, legs, and helmet were red while other parts remained white. Looking at his shoulder plates she noted that they had the face of a fox painted on them. 'He reports to Commander Fox, I'm assuming,'

"Yes, Captain Jet, I work with Commander Fox protecting senators and other council members, including the chancellor. You were Doctor Grey?" She offered him a large smile, reaching up to tuck a strained of snow white hair behind her ear.

"Please, you can just call me Ceres, it's a pleasure to meet you, Captain." He smiled just as warmly back as they stepped into the elevator that would take them to the correct floor.

"Ceres? Well, then you can feel free to call me Jet." He fell into step with her, the man running a hand through his silver hair. "So, what got you interested in the study of clones?" His question briefly surprised her but she recovered quickly.

"Well, besides that you're all quite attractive," she winked playfully, the clone blushing brightly. "I've always hated how people think that you're all the same person, like there aren't any differences between you all and honestly, it pissed me off. I mean, just cause you're clones doesn't mean different things don't affect you differently or that there aren't just general differences between all of you." Jet smiled softly, his hazel eyes moving from her face as a soft blush flushed his cheeks.

"I'm surprised you think like that. Everyone else seems to see us as things or actors. Like we're not real people or we don't have dreams or goals or ambitions." Her hand closed lightly around his, his hazel eyes meeting her warm violet ones.

"I'm sorry but I'm hoping my work will be a step in the right direction. That's why I'm meeting with these senators to stress the point to them that you're people and that you deserve more than this." They came to a halt outside the meeting room, two clones standing outside the door as guard. "Thank you for escorting me, Jet, I hope we can see each other again soon." She stepped away briefly, only for his hand to close lightly around hers.