My sweet baby girl looks so beautiful!!!!

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But then I came upon the information that, as an adult, Numa got Boil's name written on her arm armor as well as the golden 212th colors painted on it.
So if you all excuse me, I gona go cry in a corner.

So one of the most common things to see in The Negotiator was the tall Alpha Class medic carrying around like a backpack their tiny menace of a commander.

The first one was actually Bones, the medic was getting more than used to the General stunts even after only some months of working together. But when the mini version of the Jedi was added to the battalion, he became twice as protective.

Rare were the times he could tag along with his dad to see them, but it was magical every single time.
The first time Cal called Fox his mom, he cried and kissed Quinlan, not caring at all about anything for the first time ever. Just that he was happy.

But there was one good thing about the Jedi, more than one thing definitely but Fox was never going to admit to that, and that thing was the little ad that sometimes came along.
Cal Kenobi was like a light in the middle of the darkness that was the Senate, all the men in the guard loved the kid.

And like most of the time, Fox wasn't wrong, Quiland was a walking nightmare of a headache. More than the kriffing Chancellor and his whining.

Life was hard for the clones, it didn’t matter how much he tried to protect his ad’ika, one man was nothing against a darjetii and the long necks that lived in the labs.
But then again, he was not just one man and he was going to take his boys out of this osik’la planet even if it meant his death."

"The little ones had just gotten ready for bed, even tough there were hundreds of them, Jango tries his best to say good night to all of his boys. Even the tiny tubies flouting around their tubes without knowing what awaits for them after they’re born.

Being like fathers to him, even being called dad by him on accident sometimes.
Now they are the danger?
Cal is confused and scared, lost alongside ten other kids in a ship with no destination.
So he waits for his mom to get to him, something he knows that's he always do.

His mom somehow looks even more tired than during battles, the message tells then to hide and avoid the Temple, to not trust the clones.
How could he not trust the clones?
The men that has been taking care of his and his mom, teaching everything that he knows.