Star Wars Shorts- Clone Wars

Weight Time

"Come on Tup. 10 pounds is easy. Stop acting like it is a 150," Echo groaned.

"I... am.... TRYING... and dying...." Tup groaned.

"We should transfer you to a new job, like let's say... a medic. Kix is stronger than you and he doesn't have to fight nearly as much," Dogma suggested.

"I hate blood."

"A pilot?"

"I can't fly well."

"A janitor?"

"I hate those guys."

"Ummm... I don't know."

"Me neither. And that is why I am here."

"There are definitely other jobs but I know you won't like them."

"Again, that is why I am here."

"I give up."

"Can you lower the weights down to 3 pounds? Please?"

Dogma cranks it up to 100. Tup falls in the floor and Echo picks him up.

"Seriously? I can shoot but not carry anything."

"Your armor must be lightweight if you can't carry that."

"It is, but I got used to it."

"Of course. The Kaminoans would have thrown you out if you didn't."

"Ok this conversation is pointless."

"No, Tup, it isn't. You need practice."

"Uggghhhh."

"That's how I wake up every morning," Fives said.

"You also sing your song about Kamino," Echo complained.

"That too, I guess. You are right."

"I always am," Echo boasted.

"Nope. You said that human blood was blue when we were cadets. Nice try, Echo," Fives taunted.

"Ugh fine."

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"I am tired," Tup said.

"Same," Echo replied.

"I am never tired nor do I ever sleep," Rex told them from behind.

"Oh, hello, sir," Fives said.

"You guys know that this time of day is for sleeping, right?" Rex said.

"Um, then go sleep, Captain," Fives replied.

"Again, I have work. Now go sleep. That is an order."

"Yes sir!" everyone but Rex said in unison.

"I will tell General Skywalker to order Rex to sleep. That man is literally dead," Echo said.

"Let's go to sleep, Echo. The General is asleep, and it is our orders," Dogma said.

The men head to sleep, and then they have dreams about the next day.

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(I will start posting some longer story arcs tomorrow.)