When Roy finished telling his story, he expected to find great anger on his teacher's face, however, Pablo was so amazed by the story that he did not even think to draw his attention to it, even though he knew that what he had done was not Right, but after five years, maybe there wouldn't be much point in reprimanding him for something that's already in the past.

The Padawan watched with concern as his master looked at his purple lightsaber. It was simple, with a design so basic that it could easily go unnoticed as a food ration container, but considering that he had made it from broken parts it was truly surprising.

Pablo: - Well... That explains the origin of the saber but... Where did you learn the movements of form VII? -

Roy: - After spending so much time in the library, I was given access to books and scrolls for more advanced teachers. After all, everyone thought I would become a temple guard and they frowned upon my wanting to learn the different paths of the force even if I was never going to use them. -

Pablo: - So... What you did in the factory... Was it an imitation? -

Roy: - You could say yes. But it's really just another combat style. The Vaapad uses the force of emotions as support in each blow. I, on the other hand, use the strength of my robotic prosthetics to compensate for that. But that could never be considered form seven. In a way... It's just a cheap imitation. - He said something funny.

Pablo: - Cheap... But effective. -

Roy's astonishment was immediately noticeable. The padawan expected a scolding, a reprimand, something for his bad behavior. Instead, he only received a mocking comment as he caught his lightsaber after his master threw it at him. And so, not a word of the subject was raised again.

Pablo: - Masters Windu and Kenobi requested our support in the world of Rylot. It appears that a full-scale assault will be carried out to liberate the Twi'lek people from the separatist regime. We will be in the reserves, although things may get a little hectic given the strength of the Separatist Alliance in that sector. Are you ready to go, Lieutenant? - He said completely relaxed, without any trace of authority.

By this point, the Jedi master had understood. The talk with Master Yoda, the story he heard from Roy himself and the doubts he had in his head, everything converged into one point, into a single answer. Roy didn't need a training regimen, he was already over that. He didn't need to follow the path of the Force, that was something that was simply foreign to his existence. Roy needed a tutor, one to guide him along the path of humility, of which he seemed to have enough, and discipline. Emphasizing the latter. And if that was what he needed to be a good Jedi, then that was what Pablo, as his teacher, was supposed to help him improve.

Roy: - Yes, general. - He responded standing up.

After giving him a big smile, which was somewhat scary due to its peculiar shape, Pablo left the place, leaving the Padawan alone to organize himself in time. It wasn't long before they made the leap, and it would only be a matter of hours before they finally reached their destination. Roy stayed in his cabin, thinking about everything that had happened in just a few hours but, in a way, he felt happy about the result.

Now the Padawan was in a dilemma. He was wearing his peculiar black outfit that they wore inside the ship, and in his hands he held his Jedi robes that he wore on the battlefield. He contemplated them in silence, and wondered if... it was really correct to carry them. Or rather... He wondered if something more suited to him would be correct. And then... He made a decision that would change his life forever.

Roy left his cabin, while the clones ran from one place to another already wearing their classic white armor. In a few minutes they would reach their destination, so the Padawan wasted no time and headed to the armory, where several clones, including Hammer and Lieutenants Doss and Tesla were finishing preparing their equipment.

Tesla: - Fence. Look who we have here. -

Roy: - Hello guys. -

Hammer: - Lieutenant. I see that you are in a better mood now. -

Roy: - Yes, I'm sorry about that. And I would like to apologize. -

Hammer: - Ah... Don't worry about that. Instead, it should already be ready. We will arrive in a few minutes. Where is your suit? -

Roy: - I left it in the cabin. I discovered that it doesn't fit me very well. Where can I get some pieces of harness? -

Hammer: - Ah, that... There. lower the shelves. -

Tesla: - How does it not look very good? Isn't this the same thing you've been using all this time? -

Doss: - I think... it refers to a more figurative sense. -

Then, everyone present was stunned by what they saw. Roy approached where the pastoral armor pieces were and did something his yesterday self would never have done. The Padawan removed the garment that covered his chest, revealing his true self to everyone present. His mechanized body, more machine than man.

It was only two seconds, two seconds that Roy took to put the fiber suit where the plastoid plates would rest. Enough to leave all the clones present stunned, who couldn't even comment on it. Roy stood on his back, putting on a pair of shoulder pads, and a chest piece that complemented his back armor, which matched his Padawan clothes that he still wore. And when he turned around, he saw the dozens of faces looking at him curiously.

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Tesla: - Lieutenant Roy... you... - He tried to ask the obvious, but he was so amazed that the words did not come out of his mouth.

Roy: - I know you have many questions. But this is not the time. -

Everyone looked at each other with some concern, but luckily, a more sensible voice spoke to everyone.

Doss: - Very good, gentlemen. You already heard. Stop acting like old gossips and behave like what you are. Soldiers. -

Clones: - Yes, sir. - All those who were of lower rank responded.

Hammer: - You heard, gentlemen. Get ready. Because if you want to hear Lieutenant Roy's story, you're going to have to come back from this alive. They heard me? -

Clones: - Sir, yes sir! - This time everyone present responded with energy.

Once out of hyperspace, the command post windows of the flagship Venator showed the bloody space battlefield stretching across Ryloth's orbit. The Separatist Alliance deployed a massive blockade on the planet, and Republic forces were fighting fiercely in every sector to try to break through the blockade and send aid to its inhabitants.

As they had been informed, the three great fleets under the command of Jedi generals Mace Windu, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker were fighting in endless confrontations against the armada under the command of Captain Mar Tuuk, one of the best and most ambitious. Separatist officers.

Windu: - Master Pablo, your arrival was highly anticipated. -

He was speaking through the holoprojector in the command post of the Immaculate, where Master Pablo, Padawan Roy, and Commander Tukk were located.

Pablo: - We are heading here as soon as I request the advice. What is the situation? -

Windu: - At the moment we have the advantage. We managed to overcome the Separatist blockade and Master Obi-Wan is taking positions over the city of Nabat together with the 212th Attack Battalion. At this moment I am on a shuttle heading north with Lightning Squadron, towards a safe area where we can advance to take Lessu and capture the Separatist leader Wag Tambor. -

Pablo: - Good to hear it. What do you need me to do? -

Windu: - The blockade may have been breached, but the confederation ships are still in Ryloth's orbital space. Join General Skywalker and clear the sector. -

Pablo: - Understood, Master Windu. May the force be with you. -

Windu: - May the force be with you. - And the communication concluded.

Roy: - Well... It seems we're late to the party. -

Pablo: - Not at all. Commander, have the pilots prepare and activate all the Venators' combat systems. And prepare two interceptors. -

Tukk: - Yes sir. - And he left the place.

Roy: - Oh... We're going to see General Pablo piloting for the first time. -

Pablo: - Contrary to what you believe, young padawan, I already have experience in this kind of situation. On the other hand, let's see if all those hours of piloting training will be of any use to him. -

Roy: - Ha... Prepare to bite the dust, teacher. -

Pablo: - I don't know what that phrase means, but I assume it is a challenge. Very good. So be it. By the way, I see that you decided to make a small change. - He told her referring to his new look.

Roy: - That's right. This fits more with who I am. To what I really am. -

Pablo: - At least you don't deny it. That's a good first step. Come on young Padawan, we have a fleet to destroy. -

Roy: - I'm going after you, teacher. -

And so, teacher and student headed to the hangars of the Impoluto, where an incredible organization led to a chaotic preparation for battle. The clones went from one place to another preparing the fighter ships and bombers, while the pilots reviewed the last details before taking off.

Clone: ​​- General, lieutenant. Your fighters are ready. -

One of the flight crew clones said, guiding the peculiar pair towards their respective ships. A pair of Delta-7 light interceptors.

Roy: - I order the red one! - He exclaimed when he saw him.

The teacher could do nothing but laugh at his Padawan's energy, much better than that depressive state he was in a couple of hours ago. And of course, everyone likes red.

After sitting in the cockpit, Roy began to operate all the mechanisms and do small tests on the controls as easily as if it were something he did every day, and in part it was, since the academy's flight simulators were incredibly precise, so much so that you seemed to be piloting a fighter jet in a real battle. Still, this would be the first time the Padawan would find himself in a space battle.

Pablo: - Testing. Roy, listen to me. - He was talking on the radio.

Roy: - Loud and clear. Teacher. -

Pablo: - Very good. You will join my squad and follow us closely. Understood? -

Roy: - Royer. Royer. -

By imitating a B1 droid, all those clones that were connected on the same frequency could not resist laughing, but when the general spoke again everyone fell silent.

Pablo: - Ready to take off. Squad leaders. Report. -

Pilot 1: - Red leader. Prepared. -

Pilot 2: - Delta leader. Prepared. -

Pilot 3: - Green leader. Prepared. -

Pilot 4: - Orange leader. Prepared. -

Pilot 5: - Alpha bombers. Prepared. -

Pilot 6: - Omega bomber. Prepared. -

And in this way, all the squad leaders concluded giving their report.

Pablo: - Very good, gentlemen. To the battle. -