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Chapter 3 - Fall

Reconvening after a brief break, the women fast forwarded through the empty barracks and Trax and Korbin’s return to cleaning the showers. Though they did slow it down when Korbin found a discarded towel and whipped it at Trax.

Trax’s only retort was to catch the end of the towel and yank it free with the briefest flash of a faint smile. “Later.”

Shortly thereafter, there was nothing more to see and the camera moved, Anakin’s squeaky clean image reappearing in the viewer with a grin. “Well, Padmé, I hope your beta testers got what you wanted from that because I refuse to review it - and so should you.”

“I never took Anakin for a prude.”

Kalinda laughed at Aala’s surprised tone. “Among the enlightened Jedi, the so-called Hero with no Fear is known as He of the Massive Inhibitions. You should have Padmé get him drunk; it might be good for him to loosen up a little and experiment." Her eyes sparkled. "Good for her too.”

Laughter drowned out whatever Anakin was saying next as he quick stepped out of the shower area and into the barracks. He crossed into a hallway and then paused outside a door. Lifting his hand, he pushed it open to reveal several of the men - Echo, Weave and Kix - examining something on a table.

“Any luck, Kix?”

“No, sir,” the Medic replied without a glance. “Weave thinks he can run it through a specialized type of scanner he developed, but the best guess is a microorganism.”

“That eats cloth.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Particularly the kind of cloth used in clone body gloves.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Where can I find some of that muck and a bodysuit?”

The camera zoomed in on the mucky fabric on the table and, as the women watched, the fabric shifted, seeming to diminish. Anakin’s voice was a mumble as he placed the camera on the table next to the fabric, only every other word or so coming through to his viewers.

“Orders came through,” as if answering Behri’s question, Anakin picked up the recorder and his voice came through clearly. “They want a step by step instructional on each piece and what it’s for.”

"What's Anakin doing?

“Hardly a tough task, sir,” Kix returned as the vid turned his way. Behind him, Weave was putting more of the mud into an analyzer. “We can do it while suiting up-”

"He's talking to the men about modeling their gear," Karyn told Behri in an aside. "One piece at a time."

“Individually, Kix,” Anakin’s tone was almost apologetic. “Without the bodysuit.”

"That seems... impractical."

Kix blinked. Once. Twice. “Without the suit, sir?”

Barriss pointed at the scene as Kix’s tone implied the same as her previous statement. “Kix agrees with me; I bet it would chafe!”

"Of course it would," Ahsoka's eyes gleamed. "Bet it'd be fun to kiss it all better though."

Anakin’s hand appeared in the frame and Echo, the closest to Anakin, accepted the datapad. Scrolling through it, there was a distinctive crinkle as he glanced up at Anakin and back. "Orders, sir? Really?"

"I can't make this stuff up," Anakin returned dryly. "Comes straight from Coruscant; the Chancellor's office. Apparently it's a special directive of the Senate."

"The command codes check out," Echo agreed after a moment.

"Padmé got the Senate involved?"

"I'm impressed she got the Chancellor involved," Aala interjected at Ahsoka's incredulity. "My sister might be fearless, but I would have loved to be a bug on the wall for that conversation."

"You sure you're reading that right Echo?"

Echo cast Kix a look and handed over the datapad. "See for yourself."

Kix perused the datapad and then offered it to Weave who took a look, both men registering their surprise and then their expressions turning stoic. It was Weave who finally commented. "Sir, they may be a problem with this."

"Just one?"

"It says here there are four styles and colors in kama," lifting his head, Weave's frown was evident. "If they want one of each, we've only four officers who've opted to wear kamas."

"Only four!?"

"Criminal!"

"Have Padmé make it a Senate decree - all clones must wear kamas!"

To the women's delight, Anakin appeared to agree. "Then we'll just have to volunteer a few of the men. Rex, Stonewall, Echo and Fives can wear their own."

"Uh, sir?"

"Yes, Echo?"

"How do you intend to break this to the men?"

"Mandatory Medical exams."

The laughter of the women at Anakin's deadpan drowned out whatever Kix and Weave had to say in response along with the enthusiastic replies.

"Hey, I'll volunteer!"

"Me too!"

"Need another set of hands?"

"Medical exams - really Skyguy?"

Anakin was talking again when the women had calmed enough to hear. "-be. I figure we can post the orders and ask for volunteers."

"Poor Fives," Behri lamented.

"I know," Sheresh agreed. "He'd have jumped on that if he didn't already wear one."

"And dragged Echo into it?" Suisen sounded amused. "At least this way it's not Fives convincing Echo."

"Echo's rarely needed convincing," Sheresh returned with a wink.

"Is asking for volunteers wise, sir?"

"Why not?"

Kix exchanged looks with Echo and Weave and straightened his shoulders. "Orders may be orders, sir, but not all of the men would be comfortable wearing one."

"You and Weave, as resident medics, are going to have to perform the 'exams'," Anakin, surprisingly, jumped straight to the heart of the matter. "You're both excused from needing to be visible in one."

Kix visibly relaxed. "Thank you, sir."

"A skirt not your thing, Kix?" Anakin's smirk was in his voice. "I'll round up volunteers-"

"Respectfully sir, we'll do it. Echo?"

"On it." The ARC trooper took the datapad and disappeared.

The vid cut out as Anakin was handing the recorder to Kix. Before the women could make more than a token protest - they wanted to see the tactics Echo would use to 'convince' his brothers - it kicked back in with an empty room but for Anakin and Kix. Kix was in the middle of checking something on a table before the vid recorder. Beyond them there was a series of screen where various clones could be seen in silhouette pulling on a certain piece of their armor.

"Are you sure about this, sir?"

A snicker came from Ahsoka.

"It's easy Rex," Anakin assured him. "We just want to get a comparison."

"Sir-"

"Let me know when you're done."

Anakin nodded to Kix and disappeared off screen. There was the sound of a door opened and closing, leaving the medic to straighten.

"He didn't stay to watch?"

The interjection from Nadeh was quickly silenced as two men appeared from behind the screen, looking distinctly uncomfortable. Not a stitch of white could be seen anywhere and they were barefoot. Barefoot and smooth. Other than their heads - hair and facial hair - clones didn't tend to have body hair and left everything on display in all its glory.

When not being shielded.

Stonewall frowned, glancing to his left and right, his hands folded at crotch level to keep some of his modesty as he moved towards the center of the room with Rex, apprehensively eyeing the vid recorder. "Somehow, I don't think Kali will understand this."

"We'll edit out the private stuff," another voice assured them from the side - Weave.

"I meant not being here for this," Stonewall told his brother dryly. "If she ever finds out about this, I'll be walking around in nothing but my kama for a week!"

"Or two!" agree Kalinda eagerly. "Move the hands, Stone!"

"She'll never know, sir," Weave assured him again. "They just want an image of the different Kama styles on something other than white or black."

"And we couldn't steal pants from the Jedi? There are only four of us."

"And two of them," reasoned Fives, striding out confidently to join the others. "Wouldn't do to have General Skywalker going around half naked; the boys would never respect him again."

Snickers from the audience.

"They'll never see you face’s, guys." Weave assure them as Kix stepped back behind the recorder and Weave into the frame. He was dressed as normal, in his armor with Shadow Squad colors, his helmet clipped to his belt. "Careful editing will be done to ensure no one actually sees anything but the kamas."

"Not that it would matter anyway?" quipped Fives. He stretched, his kama settling low on his hips to frame his crotch nicely. Clones were showers, large even when not excited, and Five’s posture drew an appreciative whistle from several of the ladies even as Rex and Stonewall exchanged looks, their hands still folded over their groins.

They hadn’t minded being naked in the showers or bunk rooms, but somehow the knowledge of the vid recorder had rendered them almost... shy. It was a surprising revelation.

"We're all brothers here anyway; made equal and all that, right?"

"Maybe the General left because he didn't want to be shown up?"

There was general laughter on the vid and by the watchers. Fives side stepped and placed himself squarely between Rex and Stonewall, slinging an arm around each one's shoulders and dislodging their stance and hands and, unknown to them, whistles from the watching women. Both men brought their arms up to try and remove Fives, leaving them hanging open to view and drawing more whistles.

"I do love my man in that kama!"

"Don't worry," Fives cajoled. "Weave said they'd edit for content; has to be kid friendly by the end."

"Could have found brown fatigues," Rex rumbled disgruntled, self-consciously adjusting his kama so it hung closer to the way Fives' was.

Stonewall did the same. "Why do they need a live showcase of each armor piece by itself?"

"Something about troop support," Kix interjected from behind the camera. "Weave, adjust Stonewall's kama would you? It's crooked."

"Sorry, Capt," Weave looked far from apologetic as he grasped the fabric and tugged it down on his commanding officer's hips to sit further down. "Don't want thing hanging wrong and ruining the shot."

"I still think this is bogus," Fives tease his fellow kama wearing brothers, not taking his arms away, "but who are we to deny the ladies of the Republic a thrill if they so wish one?"

"We wish, we wish!!" Was the immediate chant from their unseen and unknown viewers.

"How you ever talked me into this..."

"You wouldn't be here if you'd dropped the kama as planned with the armor upgrade, Capt," Weave teased. "If you'd been thinking with your head..."

Stonewall smirked. "I was."

"Wrong head, sir; and stop thinking about Kali; you're running the shot."

Stonewall's smirk disappeared as he scowled at the camera; at Kix.

"Just go with it and be thankful Crest isn't behind the camera."

Groans were immediate from Rex and Stonewall.

"Don't worry, sirs," was the immediate assurance, "Kali and Ahsoka will never know."

“That’s what you think; Jedi know everything."

It was a tandem response. The vid was paused with Rex and Stonewall looking pained and Fives as if he were enjoying himself, the men as naked as the day they'd emerged from their growth chambers except for their kamas. Muscles rippled across their torsos, the kamas bisecting the naturally tanned flesh with the almost stark contrast and making the men seem... bigger. As they shifted and moved, the play of muscles under the lights, from shoulders to ankles, made the women sigh.

"And I'm still stuck here!" bemoaned Kalinda dramatically. "This isn't fair!"

Beyond Rex, Fives and Stonewall there were several more silhouettes of clones who'd yet to enter the screen for viewing.

The kamas on the hips of the trio were slung dangerously low, as if they were to fall off without the support of the armor. Muscled, powerful thighs lent the kama's a backdrop they didn't normally have and there was a general murmur of appreciation that ran through the room with the still shot.

"Hey! That's supposed to be for my eyes only!"

Laughter sprinkled the room.

"Seriously? After the shower vid?"

Ahsoka tilted her head and then shrugged sheepishly, not taking her eyes from the naked men. "I concede the looking, but no touching - Rexster is mine!"

From across the room, Kalinda laughed. "Be flattered they want to look, Ahsoka; Stone would probably die if he knew we were all viewing it, but once he got over the embarrassment, he'd want to know just who it was that wanted to touch just so he could assure me they never would." Her eyes sparkled. "Of course if I asked..."

"I'm not sharing Rex."

"I would share Fives," Sheresh asserted eagerly, "he's always up for a little adventure. And besides, if it's with another clone it's more like... masturbation than incest anyway!"

There were a series of groans and laughs from the rest of the women. "Only you, Sheresh, would justify a devil's three-way with two of the boys like that."

"And why not? They're fundamentally all genetically identical for all they differ and masturbation is defined by playing with oneself."

"Stop, stop," Aala covered her ears, "I don't need to hear this."

"Don't worry," Kalinda assured her, "Obi-Wan has had his adventures too; that stuff in the shower was nothing."

"What are you talking about?"

"I wish Cody wore a kama."

Laughter broke out at the dejected comment along with a series of 'helpful' comments that deflected Aala's indignant question.

"They were all made equal from the waist down for all their minute differences!"

"Just use your imagination, Barriss."

"Yeah." Ahsoka nudged Barriss. "He'd be like Echo; all serious and stuffy. Just visualize Echo with the facial scar."

Barriss wrinkled her nose, squinting at the screen. "I don't... wait... okay..." she sighed and then shook her head. "I'd still prefer the real thing."

"Don't worry, sweetie, we all do," Kali assured her. "I can't wait to get Stone back here so I can get my hands on that kama!"

"Not what's between the kama?"

"Oh, that and more," Kali assured them with a wicked grin. "He's right; having seen this, he'll be under orders!"

More laughter.

"Not just under you?"

"I thought that went without saying?"

"Back to the vid," cut in Karyn, directing their attention back to the action on screen. "More clone nakedness!"

The vid resumed and showed Fives, Stonewall and Rex being joined by an equally exposed Echo - to the delight of the women present - followed by the recruited men who'd come to pose with the other officers. Travis, Edge, Maki and Cody with Jesse and Whisky.

Barriss' squeal of delight overrode every sound as Cody stopped next to Rex and said something in an aside to the other officer which made them both smile faintly, Rex shaking his head.

"Is this sitting right, guys?"

"Any lower and it'll be hitting the floor," Travis told Jesses dryly as they took their place in line.

"Haul it up about six inches," Weave advised him with a quirk of his lips. "It's supposed to sit on your hips, not under them."

"An aesthetically pleasing frame and not third leg rest?" He sounded almost disappointed. Jesse's crass statement made the others laugh and broke the tension somewhat. "Criminal!"

"Yes; criminal!"

"Aren't the rest of you men read yet?" Rex's voice was almost stern. "I feel ridiculous!"

"I guess feeling and looking are two different things," Ahsoka sighed. "I might have to take a page out of your book Kali."

"Oh do," the older Jedi agreed eagerly. "The boys never believe anything until we hammer it home. Again and again and-"

To the delight of the women, the men were then asked to check one another, with Stonewall assisting Whisky and Rex reluctantly helping Cody shift the kama on his hips so it sat right, Weave going up and down the line to offer advice with Fives and Echo jumping in to assist as needed.

Rex's hands were firm on the fabric as he pulled and tugged to get it into place, swearing again before glancing at his commanding officer. "No offense, sir," he told the other clone dryly, barely audible among the rest of the conversations in the room. "But I think I'd rather divest Ahsoka of her clothes than help you with yours."

Cody, attempting to help Rex move the heavy fabric, quirked an eyebrow. "I'd rather have Barriss' help than yours anyway. Softer hands."

Ahsoka and Barriss exchanged looks, their eyes wide. "Are you...?"

"I think..."

"Would they...?"

"Like-"

"Yeah."

"I don't know; maybe if we...?"

There was silence between the two friends for a heartbeat before they slammed their hands together in a high five, sharing a devious look.

"Something you ladies want to share?"

Barriss flashed Sheresh a look and then colored. "Not really."

Ahsoka's grin was unrepentant as she contradicted her friend. "We were just wondering if we could get Cody and Rex to play like Trax and Korbin. That'd be so hot."

"Cody and... Rex?"

On the vid the men were being lined up by style of kama, resulting in a little jockeying before the four kinds were separated. There were eight missing - likely due to the necessity of a wardrobe change from lack of volunteers the women collectively decided - as Maki placed one bare forearm across Fives' back and leaned in.

"Why a kama?"

"Why not?"

The collective cry from the women was echoed by Fives'. "The practical purpose aside, women love a man in a kama."

"And they say men don't listen."

"Really?"

"Trust me," Fives told Maki with a grin and a wink. "As Kura; you'll see."

"Karyn's not big on the kama," Travis shot over his shoulder as the men were made to turn to the left leaving his back to Fives and Maki as the men moved with drill like precision.

"Karyn!"

"It's a preference thing; reminds me too much of Rex." And that explained everything - but didn't stop her from looking.

"It's not a bad thing to be reminded of Rex," Ahsoka pointed out before scowling fiercely. "But no touching!"

The men were being run through a series of poses to show off their kama's to the maximum effect. The side effect the dozen and a half equally well endowed males turning this way and that, swinging in tandem, drove their audience to sighs and long, appreciative whistles the men couldn't hear.

"They should make this part of the drills in center square," Mari observed as she propped her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands with a sigh. "Can you imagine how inspired the women of the Republic would be to know that men such as these exist?"

"Not to mention that they'd be willing to risk all that just to give us a chance at a better future?" Sheresh shook her head mournfully. "Such a waste."

The rest of the women commiserated, Karyn interjecting another lamentable fact. "Especially since most of them die virgins; can you imagine the uproar if people actually stopped to think?"

"By people I assume you mean women?"

"And men," Sheresh and Kalinda chorused.

"Well," Mari conceded, getting back to her original point. "I can't think of a single woman I know who wouldn't drop everything to be there."

"I wouldn't drop Obi-Wan."

"Put Obi in a kama and I'm so there." retorted Mari. "And so would you, Aala." Aala began to sputter but Mari cut her off. "Don't deny it; the man is built for it."

The precision drills ended and the eight stand-ins disappeared off 'set', leaving Fives, Echo, Rex and Stonewall once again by themselves as the others went through another wardrobe change.

"Is there a reason we don't have to change?"

"You four are a natural in them," Weave retorted. "Must come from wearing the skirt on a regular basis."

Kalinda burst out laughing. "I'd almost pay to see Weave in a kama after that crack; would serve him right."

"Just because you're jealous..."

"Respectfully, sir," Weave returned dryly, "I'm not the one trying to impress the lady."

"Maybe he should be?"

"Maybe that's why you're still single?"

The ladies laughed as Stonewall and Kalinda said the same thing in different ways, the Jedi grinning unrepentantly. "I love the way that man thinks!"

"I call it choice, sir; if you'd..."

The four showed their tolerance for this particular assignment in various ways but complied with Weave and Kix's instructions, going through a series of more advanced maneuvers that brought them closer to the video camera. Almost as one, the women leaned forward, watching as everything from the waist down swung in time with the sway of their hips and the measured, even strides.

"Someone pinch me."

"I think I'm dreaming!"

The eight other clones appeared, retaking their places among the original four as they backed to their original positions. "What was that?"

"It's called heart attack in a kama!"

"Something you'll have to wear a kama for a long time to get right," Stonewall told Jesse with a droll grin. "Especially without the armor."

"Something you practiced a lot, Stone?"

Stonewall shot his medic a frown. "There a problem with that, soldier?"

"No sir," Weave grinned. "But you'll have to excuse me if I'm having trouble taking you seriously in just a skirt."

Kalinda's scowl echoed Stonewall's. "That's it; he's on 'fresher duty for a month!"

"Sirs, would you mind helping the rest again?" Kix's tone came across as resigned. "We'll run through these drills once more and move onto the rest."

"Helmets?"

"Greaves?"

"Chest plates?"

"Gauntlets?"

"Everything sans codpiece?"

The last was from Sheresh but the men on screen didn't hear the women calling for their next favorite piece of equipment as Weave Fives and Echo assisted those Stonewall and Rex couldn't reach. Again Stonewall helped Whisky and Rex helped Cody.

"I'm so talking Rexster into that!"

"Catch it on vid, kid," Karyn told her with a wink. "No one will believe you otherwise."

More laughter from the women which was quickly cut off by the men being told to stand at attention. Mari letting out a giggle, which she quickly smothered as they seemed to hesitate and then, as one, snapped their heels together. Fives, having become erect during the last series of drills, couldn't resist a cheeky comment.

"At attention sir, or at attention?"

"Fives!" Kix stepped into the frame, his back to the camera, blocking Fives from view. "You're ruining the shot!"

"Get out of the way Kix!"

"Down in front!"

"Just making sure I had the order straight, Kix," Fives returned easily.

"Well think of something other than Sheresh or Behri so we can finish without having to start over."

Fives saluted smartly as Kix stepped out of frame, but his erection didn't diminish and, to the amusement of the girls, Echo and Jesse were now also sporting erections.

"Jesse! Echo!"

"Is this where they're supposed to yell 'Cut'?"

"I hope not."

"Sorry, sir," Echo shrugged with a little half smile that was anything but repentant. "You mentioned Sheresh which got me thinking about Suisen."

There was a moment's pause as if they were looking at Jesse expectantly and Jesse shrugged. "They're excited, I figured I should be too."

"Oh Jesse," Cass giggled. "He's such a hornball!"

"Maki!"

The Captain crossed his arms over his chest. "He said Suisen; you can't blame me for thinking of Kura."

Kix turned, covering his face with his hands and dragging them downwards, attempting to wipe a half smile from his lips. "Discipline," snapped the medic over his shoulder though it was obvious to the women watching he was struggling to keep from laughing. "Control yourselves!"

Giggling and laughter erupted on the women's side of things.

"I think Kix is repressed."

"Or frustrated," Karyn agreed. "He needs a little stress relief."

"Korbin might be willing-"

"Or I would!" Cass interjected. "I'd be happy to have a medic on my crew."

There was a moment of silence.

"Uh, Cass..."

Kix moved off screen at that moment and Weave's voice cut in. "That's enough, I think; thanks for your time guys - sirs."

Turning almost as one, the men headed for their respective change areas to dress once more and the women sighed.

"And so ends my little slice of bliss," Kalinda lamented. "I really will have to get Stone into that thing for a week or two."

"Who'd have thought they'd look so good in just a Kama?"

"Still think Travis doesn't need a Kama, Karyn?" Nadeh inquired slyly.

"One less piece to tear off him when I see him next," Karyn answered loftily.

"Who says I'm letting him take it off next time we-"

"Kali!"

"Wouldn't it chafe?"

She grinned, unrepentant, her answer confident. "It'd be worth it, Aala. Worth every burn and mind blowing moment that followed."

"Well, I guess that's a wrap; I hope we have what we need. I don't want to go through that again."

All eyes turned towards the screen at Kix's disgusted words and, as one, the women once again burst out laughing. "We need to find that man a play-toy."

"If we do," Weave interjected dryly as he reached for the video, "I say we have Kalinda organize it; at least she'd appreciate the view."

Another round of laughter.

"How about it Kali," teased Cass. "Know someone who'd appreciate the view on Kix's side of things?"

"Maybe."

The vid clicked off.

"What? That's it?!"

"What about outtakes and second shots?"

"Kix did just say I should lead it," Kalinda turned towards the rest of the women who were jeering and cheering that comment. "Can I have volunteers?"

The eleven hands of the other women shot into the air eagerly as if to lay to rest any doubt she might have had. A redo of the kama vid? Need she even ask?
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