(A/N: Another chapter. :P Enjoy.)

Chapter 4:

Ordo was silent as he walked through the pristine white of Kamio's halls, their boots making a soft sound as they walked, completely silent... He knew that most of them were most likely being silent because he was. They tended to follow him, although he didn't know why.

As he walked, the young clone thought about the other they had just met, Darman of Omega Squad... He and his hatchmates ordinarily did not interact with their clone counterparts due to the fact that they had been taken in by a Mandalorian trainer, and none of them had. They didn't want to create jealousy or uneasiness between themselves and their brothers.

Looking at his right, Ordo smiled slightly at Mereel. "That was one of the better times." He said with his half-smile. Mereel looked at him with his trademark, lopsided grin. "Yeah. You were rude though." He added.

Ordo looked at him. His brother was half serious, half joking. He rolled his eyes. "You know better than anyone, Mereel, that I do not like interacting with our other brothers." He responded calmly, keeping his face clear of any and all emotion.

Rolling his eyes and sighing, Mereel nodded. "I know that, and you know that I myself and the others don't want to either." He answered. "That doesn't mean that we ignore them when we see them." He looked at the ground. "They're in worse boats than we are."

"Yeah!" Korm'kk got into the conversation now. "They have the chance of being recycled the moment they make a simple slip up." He said, reading a datapad about mechanics and hacking that Kal Skirata, their Mandalorian caretaker, had supplied him with.

Ordo sighed and kept walking, not looking at them. "We should be avoiding them." He answered.

Niner was in front of him now, walking backwards so that Ordo wouldn't run into him. "C'mon, Ordo. Darman isn't all that bad." He said, running a hand through his hair like he usually did when he was annoyed or surprised.

"I never said he was bad." Ordo said slowly. "I only commented on how we had agreed to avoid our brothers."

Jaing sighed from behind him. "But we never have anyone else to hang out with!" He answered. "All we've got is each other and that little brat Boba."

The others all frowned at the mention of their template's son... Lately, he had taken to making comments about the superiority of his father to theirs.

"I swear, if he says one more thing about buir..." Mereel grumbled under his breath.

The others each filled in his sentence with their own method of teaching the smaller boy a lesson in who was better and stronger.

Silence fell over the group now as they walked, each thinking about their own things and about when they would be able to take their place in the Republic army as an special ops squad. Kal had been teaching them a lot, more than he trained his elite trainees.

Ordo looked at the others now. "Lets go find buir." He said, picking up his pace to a trot as he moved down the halls, his brothers picking up their own pace to follow in to neat columns beside and behind him.

Thinking to himself, Ordo decided that maybe Darman wasn't all that bad... And that they could maybe befriend him... But only him. They didn't need any more than that.