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Mia had just told you to not draw attention to yourself, but she also couldn’t see the rainbow of footprints heading away from where you stood. And the more you looked at them, you realize they are slowly fading. 

You can’t help the pull of curiosity and you follow the footprints.  You’re a Jedi or… grew up as one.  It didn’t much matter.  Sneaking around should be no problem at all. You follow the footprints through the corridors when they passed a bank of lifts and kept going you sigh with relief.  When you had started following them you hadn’t considered the possibility of going to another level. 

Eventually you hear three men talking from beyond the next turn of the corridor. 

“How much longer are we in hyperspace for again?” You could hear one ask.  

“Rex said another standard rotation,” another clone answered. 

“Hey ‘Case…” the first began and your eyes went round as you froze. 

“I am not spending hours spotting you lifting weights Jess,” you presumed it was Hardcase. 

“We could spar?” Jesse offered. 

“I have work to do, I am not reffing for you two,” a third answered.  

“Range then?”

“Sure” 

You hear them move off down the corridor and you check your chrono.  You still have time if you hurry back to not be late or do you follow the three? 

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You smile and say “Hello” to the shiny, following Safirea to a table. 

“Don’t stare at them!” she hisses at Nettie.

“I can’t help it… we are really here,” Nettie responds, turning her attention back to the food on her tray. 

This meal is surprisingly more appetizing at first take than the general Fanon leaned on. It was porridge like, something like…

“Space oatmeal,” Thysia says, picking up a container of fruit preserves evidently meant as a topping. Or judging by the way the men at the near tables were using it. 

“So do you think they are here?” Mia asks.

Something catches your attention from across the mess hall. Golden close cropped hair.  Your first thought is, there are other blonde clones.  It was rare, sure, but they exist.  Then the man stood and you knew for sure. You knew that pauldron, that shade of blue. 

Kyan'itte pokes you in the side, “are you okay, it looks like you’ve seen a ghost?”

“Oh, he is not a ghost,” you answer. 

The others go to look and you say, “Don’t look! We stand out enough as is. We just have to make it through the day without causing suspicion,”

“You’re right,” Mia sighs.

You finish your food, not as bad as you had feared.  The caf was okay and the juice, though clearly from a powdered form, was drinkable.

“I think we might be close to time for our shifts?” Thysia said, almost finished eating, she wrinkled her forehead.  “This memory-not memory thing.  I thought maybe it would get clearer the longer we were awake.”

You shake your head, “I don’t know what’s going on,”

You head off to one of the bays where the walkers were kept, Mia walking with you as far as one of the computer rooms.  You notice footprints in bright colors, almost as if someone had walked in paint that changed color with every step.  With your inbetween knowledge of earth life and star wars life… it didn’t seem familiar.

You elbow Mia, “Look, weird space paint.  Looks like  trooper walked through some,”

She gives you a weird look, “What do you mean?”

“You don’t see it?” you ask.

“No,maybe a force thing?” Mia answers. “Hey, remember to keep your head down.  We can figure out what to do later.”

With a little wave she disappears into a room.

You look after her, then the trail of footprints down the hallway, then back the way you need to go to work.

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