(Star Wars X Attack on Titan) Attack of the Clones on Titan

Kangaroo Court

The once joyous and numerous residents of Wall Maria now stood cramped as refugees in Trost District. The sudden surge in bodies rapidly caused a shortage in food and a surplus in tensions. It was still among the waning ours of the morning when Trost's Garrison soldiers set up tables for the residents to collect a loaf of bread. Mar, of course, oversaw the occasion with Banshee to put down any riots should one occur. Ever since the fall the day before, however, the gazes they received ranged from sad relief to anger. The residents of Trost hadn't seen a clone and it wasn't as if Shinganshina's survivors were in any hurry to sing their praises either.

"Hey, you in the armor," one of the soldiers snapped his fingers at him. "Can you do anything besides make the people nervous?"

"You want me to sing?" Banshee retorted. "They don't call me Banshee for nothing. Granted it's not for my singing ability, but I can give it a shot. I know Vode An and Buy'ce gal, buy'ce tal. Which one do you want?"

"How about you pass out some bread, eh?" the young man was having none of it and shoved a bag of bread into their arms.

"To be fair, I think I might've decked you if you started singing," Mar gested. "That is if Geist didn't do it first."

"I'd have wanted you to deck me if I did," Banshee sounded dead serious. The banter between the two was all they had to shut out the thoughts of the day before. Mar would never admit it, but he wished Ani would start cracking jokes over the comms.

"Mar?" a high-pitched voice asked him. He spun around and looked down and saw Armin.

"Arlert!" he cried in relief and knelt down in front of him, giving the boy a one-armed hug. "After I took you to the gate, I didn't know if you and your grandpa got on that ferry in time and Chess didn't tell me he saw you. How are you? Are your friends here?"

"I'm okay, really," Armin assured him after his release. "Hannes got Eren and Mikasa out. Eren's sleeping right now and Mikasa is with him."

"I knew those two would get on eventually," Banshee sighed and put a proud hand over his heart.

"Not like that, di'kit," Mar chuckled. "But I can't blame you for being hopeful for them. Here, you must be hungry," Mar grabbed four loaves of bread and handed them to the boy. "Take those to your friends and make sure your grandpa gets that last one." Armin's eyes went wide.

"Mar, I can't possibly-" he started.

"Sure you can," Mar shrugged and stood up. He removed his helmet and winked at the boy while he said, "Just don't eat all four of them by yourself. Then I'll get in trouble." He kindly shooed him away and put his helmet back on.

"He seems to be taking this well," Banshee noted. They noticed an audience had begun to gather as they dispersed. A few particularly bold souls began lining up in front of them. "Time to earn our paychecks." Whether they held the clones in a positive light or not, none of them showed it for the sake of receiving nourishment. Mar tried to make small talk with a few, but no one entertained the gesture.

Banshee took a different approach by asking people their names with similar success. However, when a young blond-haired woman who couldn't have been much older than Armin approached and Banshee said, "I'm Banshee. What's your name?" she froze for a moment and looked him over.

She quickly regained her composure and said, "Annie."

"Annie, eh?" he jeered and relinquished a loaf. "I've got a brother named Ani. Probably spelled different. I'll be sure to poke fun at him for having a- oh okay. Bye." The girl left and melted into the crowd as soon as she received her loaf. Banshee looked to him and asked, "Was it something I said?"