beloved my beloved

This is actually the speech Rex made, right after the badass line "But you'll call me Captain or Sir"

This character has received 3 out of the 4 iconic pieces that show up in every artwork of them!

Green Coat

Silver fox medallion

Huge, fuck-off polearm

how the fuck do the chips work. what the fuck. I'm not even talking about how they make 3m+ people all suddenly mind controlled zombie murder-bots, I mean on a purely mechanically level, how the fuck do they work. what in the goddamn fuck kind of latency prevention do they have.

Skeevy sheevy calls Cody*, who is on the ass end of the fucking galaxy, and is like 'execute genocide.exe, toodles'. Cody then, presumably, somehow immediately transmits genocide.exe to every clone around him without saying shit - so the chips presumably have a short wave blutooth sort of ping capacity, all clones are wifi-enabled all the time - and then also presumably somehow transmits the genocide.exe order to like. the rest of his command? which is like half the GAR?? fast enough that it beats, presumably, jedi to jedi communication about 'what the fuck I'm getting murdered???', aka the whole wave of death in the force thing. Skeevilicious also (maybe?) calls other high level commanders - unclear if everyone gets the personal touch vis-à-vis names or if cody is just the Most Specialist Boy --fast enough to, again, beat the reply-all via the force that RE:Hey Rancid Vibes And Death Mostly Death. One has to assume the other commanders are also on the ass ends of the galaxy, but like, different ones, because of the whole galaxy spanning war thing.

Like the lag has to be approaching nothing. Instantaneous deployment across the entire fucking galaxy, or close enough to not really matter, plus some level of short wave chip-to-chip ping that requires no verbal component, given we see cody take the call from ol' mate skeev and then immediately successfully order the 212th to merk their general without a moment's hesitation from anyone.

what the fuck kind of magic ass tech runs the chips. forget the force, the real scifi magic is the communications capabilities in the GFFA.