Luna signed her name onto the sheet, once the program accepted her signature, it sent the file to the main server. Thankfully, that was the last file, meaning she could finally relax. There was only one place where she could relax tonight. Time to take a trip to 99’s.

The alicorn stood up from her seat and walked over to her closet. She opened the door to reveal several officer uniforms hung up neatly on a rack and a large mirror on the door. Luna looked herself over in the mirror, realizing that she was still wearing her armor. How busy was she that she didn’t notice that she was still wearing her armor, her dirty armor that needed a wash more than anything. But that could be dealt with later; for now, she needed a drink. Using her magic, she unhooked the latches on her suit. The bottom chest piece immediately fell off. Next went her foreleg pieces, then the hind leg pants. All that was left was the undersuit. She stopped for a moment to stare at it.

It was pitch black with a gray symbol of the Republic on the chest. Making sure that no one was coming in, she removed the suit. Now she was left in the bare, her dark blue fur was flat from being in that suit for several days. Her body never breathed so well in her life.

For some reason, this felt more natural to her, but for now, she decided to ignore that feeling. With a shrug, she grabbed her officer uniform and placed it on. It was gray, with the symbol of her captain status pinned onto her chest. There was even a little hat that she would wear, but knowing how tonight would go, she’d lose it lickety split.

Speaking of which, she needed to get her hooves on a ride. She knew just the clone to give her one.

99s was the famous Clone Bar on Coruscant. Most restaurants and other places refused to serve the troopers, despite the fact that they were dying by the thousands each day to keep them safe. The owner of 99s was a former Republic soldier before the Clone Wars, and he held every clone with the highest respect.

Inside the bar was a scene of pure entertainment. Troopers were in their off duty uniforms, drinking away as the drinks were half off on certain days. Twi'lek females walked around, serving drinks to the troopers who occasionally flirted with them. Sitting around one of the few tables were a group of troopers with papers in their hands. One of them looked especially disappointed with his orders, as he was currently hunched over the paper that contained them.

“You gotta be kriffing kidding me!” He exclaimed. The others looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“Not happy with your orders, Ronan?” One of them asked before taking a swig of his drink. The trooper named Ronan sighed before sitting up straight.

“No, I was hoping to join up with the 501st, those guys are as tough as Tuskans from what I heard.” Ronan explained. “My squad did the best on the training course, and we’re put with the 187th?!”

Another trooper raised an eyebrow, as well as his orders. “What’s wrong with the 187th? I’m heading there too.”

“They don’t do much, mostly recon and Jedi business.” The third clone said as he chugged down the last of his drink. This trooper was different from the clean shinies. He had a thick mustache that covered his upper lip and dragged down the side of his mouth before connecting to sideburns, however his chin remained nice and clean. This was a trooper that obviously cared less about regulation.

“Which can be some of the most boring assignments in the GAR.” He finished after putting down his glass. The second trooper looked at him.

“Really? I thought Jedi business was exciting.”

“It depends on the Jedi, trooper.” All three turned to see a pink alicorn alicorn walking up to them, more drinks being held within her magic. All three stood up and saluted, although the bearded one’s was more lopsided. Cadence rolled her eyes as she caught the gesture and handed him a drink.

“The Jedi I serve with always somehow end up in the most bizarre of circumstances.” She said knowingly as he handed the bearded trooper another drink, which he happily accepted. “The 187th is under General Windu’s direct command, and he tends to be a very by the books, only doing work for the Council kind of Jedi. The only time you see action is when your unit is placed under another Jedi’s Command, or if his help is desperately required. Otherwise, they’re mostly a recon oriented unit.”

The Captain looked to Ronan. “Let me see your orders.” Ronon obliged, handing her the sheet. She quickly read it over before handing it back with a smile. “Don’t worry about being bored Ronan, you’ll be seeing plenty of action.”

Ronan raised an eyebrow. “You’re being placed in ARF, those guys go everywhere, more so than the rest of the 187th, so you’ll see plenty of action.” Ronan perked up, but still didn’t smile. It wasn’t what he was hoping for, but he supposed it was the cards he was dealt.

A group of clones at another table called out for Cadence, who turned her head before shaking it with amusement. The clones of the 212th were doing strange gestures that the three troopers could only guess was them begging for drinks.

“I better go before my boys decide to assault me for these babies.” She said, jiggling the full glasses to emphasize her point. “Good luck, boys. You’ll do great.” With that, the Captain walked away, leaving the three to chat once more.

Luna stepped into the bar, taking a long glance around the area to see if there was a place to sit. There were none, every seat had troopers in various states of intoxication; from slightly buzzed to passed out on the bench with a twi’lek servent checking to make sure they weren’t dead. Her eyes fell on a particular group of troopers who were sitting at a table, particularly the one with the way out of regulation facial hair. The alicorn thought back to where she saw this face before, which was hard considering that 90% of the people she knew all shared the same exact one. Then she remembered, one of the new transfers to her platoon.

She walked over to the group as the mustache trooper told his story.

“... So I was out on patrol outside the base perimeter, when suddenly WHAM! Razorwolf jumps out from the brush to chew my head off. But I made sure he wouldn’t.” He pulled out a large hunting knife, no doubt one he bought from the village that the base protected. “Sliced right through his spinal cord and he was dead. Made for some good meat.” Luna held in her giggle as she saw one of the troopers look ready to vomit. The trooper telling the story didn’t seem to notice as he added “Too bad regulation only lets us change the uniform so much, otherwise I would’ve used the fur to make some cool cloak for my armor.” The sick trooper only got worse as he got up and ran for the nearest bathroom. The mustache trooper laughed as the Shiny ran off to puke his guts out, taking a swig of his drink.

But before the glass made contact with his lips, it was yanked away by some unforeseen force. He head turned to see Captain Luna guzzling it down in massive gulps. Within seconds the entire glass was empty, shocking the two troopers who witnessed this event. Once the last of the refreshing alcohol passed her lips, Luna exhaled and put the glass back on the table. She then looked to the victim of her robbery.

“I’d better not find you trying to take my fur off my skin, Corporal Razorwolf, otherwise we’ll have a serious problem.” The trooper now known as Razorwolf spluttered to find a response before the alicorn let out a slightly adorable laugh. “Relax corporal, I’m only teasing.” She gestured to an empty seat. “May I?”

“O-oh, of course, Captain.” Razorwolf spluttered. Luna smiled and sat down.

“Thank you. I’m glad I ran into you. I was hoping to meet the trooper who was well known for killing a razorwolf and accidently blowing up one of the training facilities on Kamino.”

“Uh, those charges were never proven, ma’am.” Razorwolf argued, although his flushing cheeks betrayed his embarrassment. Luna giggled again.

“Of course.” She then turned to the other trooper sitting across from her. “And who might you be?”

The trooper straightened up. “Sneak, ma’am. 187th ARF Unit.” Luna’s eyes widened. “An ARF, eh? You must be good at what you do.” Sneaks rubbed the back of his head. “I try my best, ma’am.”

“That’s good, My sister expects the best, so give her yours and you’ll be fine.”

“I hope so, ma’am.” Silence fell between the three before the alicorn spotted a familiar captain a few tables away.

“Sorry to leave you like this, troopers. But I need to talk to my sister.” She turned to Sneaks. “Good luck, ARF Trooper, you’ll do great things for the Republic.” Then turned to Razorwolf. “And make sure when you return to the barracks to keep quiet, most of my men are getting some well deserved sleep.”

“Yes ma’am.” Both said at the same time. Luna nodded, then left. It was after she disappeared into the crowd the crowd that the sick member of their group returned.

“So,” Ronan said slowly. “What did I miss?”

Author's Note

Another extra complete, just a quick welcome to three of our newest troopers. Hope you all enjoyed this little dribble at 99's. I'll see you next time.