Lost Troopers

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I let out a sigh as I stayed clear of Ahsoka. It hadn't been long since we joined them and I kept my distance from her so she wouldn't learn who I was.

"Hiding won't help." Hera said as she sent me a smile.

"Who says I'm hiding?" I asked as I let out a sigh.

"Everyone, Ahsoka is starting to think she did something to you." She said as she leaned against the wall.

"Besides abandon me, why would she think that?" I asked sarcastically.

"She doesn't know who you are, tell her and maybe you will learn the truth. Maybe it isn't what you think." She said softly.

"I'd rather not." I said as I walked away.

I made it to the Phantom and plopped down on the seat. Soon Ezra came in and dropped a droid helmet on the table.

"What's that?" I asked with a frown.

"Ahsoka wants us to use it to find her friend." Ezra explained.

"Great." I said with a groan.

"Well, let's fire this thing up. I think it's scanning for a signal of some kind." Sabine said softly.

"Good luck. You could really get lost out here." Ezra said calmly.

"Maybe that was the idea. What if this great commander we're looking for doesn't want to be found?" Zeb asked calmly.

"7567. 7567." The droid repeated.

"It's homing in on something." Sabine said calmly.

"7567." It repeated.

We soon made it to a planet and I frowned as I saw a tanker of sorts.

"There. Up ahead." I said as I pointed at it.

"Looks like an old Republic tank, used during the Clone Wars." Kanan said calmly.

We got out and I stayed beside Zeb.

"Ezra, be on guard." Kanan said calmly.

Soon three men came out of the tank and I watched them.

"It's just a bunch of old geezers." Zeb said with a frown.

"Well-armed old geezers." Sabine said sternly.

"What do you want?" One of them asked.

"We're looking for someone." Kanan explained.

"Well, that's too bad, 'cause there's nobody out here."

"Hey, uh, does the number 7567 mean anything to you?" Ezra asked calmly.

"What did you just say?"

"Uh, I said 7567."

"I haven't heard those digits in... Well, that's my birth number." The man said in shock.

"Birth number?" Ezra asked with a frown.

"They're clones!" Kanan exclaimed as he activated his lightsaber.

"Kanan, wait. Stop!" I yelled as I got in front of him.

"Jedi. They've come for revenge." One of them yelled as he aimed his blaster.

"Drop the blaster, old man." Zeb ordered.

"Don't try it, boyo! I'll gun you down."

"Stand down, troopers. Now! That's an order, soldier." The man snapped.

"But he's a Jedi. A Jedi!"

"I know. I know. But they weren't the ones that betrayed us. Remember? Wolffe, remember?" He asked softly.

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