A Clone and his Jedi Ch.1

Chapter 1: "So you think you can handle a degenerate like me?"

The first time he met one of the two Jedi he would one day call vod, it was in the Brig of the Endurance. He'd been thrown in there again after taking matters into his own hands, and as a result had disobeyed a direct order. Never mind the fact they had won the battle or anything like that, Jedi didn't seem to like it when they were told just where to go by a mere clone. Yes, it was possible he'd been showing off in the hope of impressing Outcast Company; that feared and respected Company of last chancers and renegade clones who were currently hitching a ride with them on the Endurance. But Windu didn't need to know that. The high ranking Jedi didn't need to know that Sunny had been trying to get the attention of the Outcasts in the hope of getting a transfer.

The Corporal placed his head in his hand and cursed quietly. Things were looking really bad for him right now. Instead of commending him for limiting casualties and sticking it to the Seppies, they'd thrown him down here to await yet another court martial. They couldn't even just ignore him and get on with trying to win the war, he apparently had to be made an example of. He was going to be sent back to Kamino for reconditioning this time for sure, he'd been told this was his last chance to not screw up. He had looked up when loud voices had suddenly sounded along the corridor outside his cell.

"He saved several clones from being shot by clankers and you lot just threw him in here?! What's the kriffin' matter with you?"

"Weapon Master Fett …"

"Zip it, I don't want to fekkin' hear it. If no-one else will have him, I will. Unlike you Master, I know the value of free thinking."

"How dare you …"

The door opened to reveal two Jedi shouting at each other. One of them he recognised as Jedi General Windu, however the other he did not recognise right away. He suspected the other Jedi might be the Outcasts General but seeing how he'd never so much as seen the elusive Jedi, probably because the Outcasts had kept to themselves, he couldn't be sure. Side shaved blond hair framed a pair of mismatched eyes and a proud, scarred face that was currently twisted in irritation. The unknown Jedi was wearing battered Phase 1 armour that definitely had seen better days. Unusually, this Jedi didn't appear to have done what most of the other Jedi generals had done which was supplement their robes with armour. In fact if it wasn't for the two lightsabers (were those teeth on the ends?!) at his belt he could have easily passed for a clone if he was wearing a helmet. He even had a Z-6 rotary gun slung over his back and a DC-15 strapped to one hip, unusual weapons for a Jedi to be carrying. The two Jedi paused in their argument and looked at him; General Windu with disgust, the unknown Jedi with a mixture of curiosity and amused acceptance. Sunny took the time to analyse the unknown Jedi further. He seemed young for a master, around thirty at the most, and didn't seem to give off the same harsh aloof aura like most of the other Jedi Sunny had met. His amber and blue eyes were open and honest in comparison to General Windu's cold brown eyes. Sunny didn't know why but he liked this Jedi, at least more than any of the others he'd served under do far.

"CT-5991 …"

He couldn't help but interrupt Windu, he never did like the uptight, rule loving Jedi anyway.

"Sunny."

"Excuse me?!"

A slight smirk flickered across his face. Windu looked like he was about to bust a blood vessel.

"My name is Sunny."

General Windu glared at Sunny as the other Jedi made a vain attempt not to laugh.

"CT-5991 (oh he just had to put the emphasis on his number didn't he?) If I had my way you would be shipped back to Kamino for reconditioning right now. However … Weapon Master Fett here seems to think you deserve another chance. Force knows why, this will be your final chance before I have you sent back to be dealt with by your creators. I'm not sure how a clone like you managed to leave Kamino in the first place."

Sunny looked at General Fett in surprise, ignoring General Windu's rather unsubtle dig. A Jedi sticking up for him? Such a thing was unheard of for him, he'd just been shoved from Jedi to Jedi whenever they'd gotten sick of his methods and attitude. Some Jedi had kept him around longer than others but in the end they all gave up and passed him on to someone else. Even the infamous General Skywalker had eventually requested his transfer to another General. Some of the braver clones had even debated changing his name to 'Transfer' considering how many times that had happened. He'd set them straight, his name was all he had left of his original squad and he was keeping it. A reminder of a time when he hadn't been the trigger happy, bitter sociopath he was today. A time when his armour was shiny and new, and he had the 'sunny' personality to match his name. The scar faced General grinned at him, mismatched eyes sparkling with mischief. He held out an arm.

"Hey I'm Dagorlad Fett. Unlike some (here he threw a loaded look at Master Windu, who flushed impressively) I don't really stand much on formalities."

Sunny blinked in surprise as he grasped the offered arm tight in greeting. The Jedi nodded, an impressed look passing over his face.

"Heh, good grip. Listen Sunny, I need a Captain for my company… one that can think for himself and, when necessary, take matters into his own hands. You'll have a tough time, the vode you'll be working with all came from similar situations so you'll have to earn their respect. You game?"

Sunny had to admit it was a tempting offer. Get out of this stinking cell, a promotion and free reign on the battlefield. It sounded almost too good to be true. So much so that Sunny's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he looked up at the General.

"What's the catch … sir?"

General Fett rolled his eyes.

"Don't call me sir, I work for a living. If you really have to be formal then it's General. Other than that you can call me anything but late for dinner. The only catches I can think of is that you still answer to me, and you'll have to follow orders when necessary. That and … we spend a lot, and I mean a lot, of time on the more dangerous battlefields. There is an abnormally high chance you'll get yourself killed. Still in?"

Sunny grinned; certainty of death, small chance of survival, what was there not to like? Plus a General that didn't seem to have a problem with his history and a decent sense of humour, Jedi like that were about as common as a dry day on Kamino.

"I'm game General. Think you can handle a worthless, degenerate clone like me?"

The Jedi smirked, a somewhat unusual spark in his eyes. Sunny looked at the Jedi warily, that spark seemed to convey that the General knew something he didn't, which was definitely true but still. A conniving smirk twisted the General's scars slightly.

"You ain't the worst, you think you can handle a group of troopers like the Outcasts?"

Sunny's heart skipped a beat as he stared at the Jedi. The Outcasts?! He was being invited to join the Outcasts?! Not only that, but as their Captain! Sunny didn't know what to say at first, this was what he'd been hoping for. He'd got his chance now, all he had to do was not screw it all up.

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"Outcasts fall in!"

Sunny blinked as the colourful bunch of clones in the hangar completely ignored the Jedi he was stood next to. This was his new company? There weren't even enough clones here to form a platoon. Come to think of it there weren't that many clones in the hangar at all. Shaking his head and cursing enough to make a Hutt blush General Fett placed two fingers to his lips, seemingly unaware of his Captain's confusion.

"Cover your ears."

"Wha' …"

Sunny barely had time to do as his General instructed before the Jedi let loose an ear shattering whistle, causing several of the unwarned troopers to slam their hands over their now ringing ears and curse as it echoed around the hangar. As the high pitched noise died away the ragtag group of clones all threw irritated glares at the now smug faced General as they fell into ranks. The General quickly did a headcount and let out a fluent outburst of Mando'a; and as far as Sunny could translate, none of it was suited for polite company. Good thing he was anything but.

"Fekking haran, where the kriff is everyone?! Aw forget it, might as well introduce you to everyone here. Captain Sunny meet some of your new crew, the others are around somewhere. Outcasts, meet your new vod … Captain Sunny."

The clones present all switched their glares from General Fett to Sunny and it was only the knowledge that he'd never backed down under a glare before that kept Sunny from flinching. One of the clones stepped forward, running a hand through his red streaked hair. Dagorlad raised an eyebrow at the pauldron wearing clone.

"There a problem Lieutenant Swipes?"

The Lieutenant set his tattooed jaw and nodded.

"With all due respect, we've done fine so far without a Captain General, why do we need this fekkin' aruetii now?"

The Jedi's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"K'atini Swipes! I can' always keep an eye on you lot on the battlefield. Sunny here has a history of keeping men alive and the Outcasts are his last chance. Unless you forgot vod, the Outcasts were your last chance as well and look at you now."

Swipes stiffened, eyes flashing angrily, before nodding and falling back into the ranks. Dagorlad loosed a heavy, irritated sigh before turning to Sunny. The new Captain noticed that for the first time since he'd met the Jedi, General Fett's eyes were completely serious.

"They're all yours Captain. Just … watch yourself. These guys may be a pain in my shebs but they're my aliit. I look after them, they look after me. Now you're also a part of our little aliit ner vod. Mandokarla Sunny, don't screw up."

Leaving those gruff somewhat threatening words hanging, the tall Jedi left the hangar. Sunny was left facing some very unfriendly looking clones, and more were entering the hangar even now.

I hope you enjoyed this re-written chapter 1.

Translations!

Seeing as there is a lot, and I do mean a lot, of Mando'a (the Mandalorian language for those not in the know) used in this fic, I shall be posting the translations at the bottom of each chapter from now on. I don't really know why I never did this in the first place but oh well.

Kriff / kriffing: Hell/heck etc.

Fek / fekking: F**k/F**king etc.

Haran: Hell (literal)

Vod / vode: Brother, sister, friend/brothers, sisters, friends

Aruetii: Traitor/foreigner/outsider (in this particular situation outsider)

K'atini: Suck it up!

Shebs: Backside

Allit: Family (can also mean clan name)

Ner vod: My brother/friend/sister

Mandokarla: Having the 'right stuff'/showing guts and spirit/ the state of being the epitome of Mando virtue

Personally I find that mandoa.org is the best site for translating/learning/using Mando'a, so that's what I've used in this fic. I don't own the website or the language, they belong to their respective owners.