Clone trooper stories

Music and chores

Nara was tasked with cleaning the mess hall one day after she and Fives started a paintball war, against Rex and Cody.

They never stood a chance.

When the generals found out who started the ruckus Kenobi being the responsible one (seeing that anakin and Ahsoka had joined) gave out the punishment, For an all out paint war. However he found it hilarious seeing the two stoic commanders act like little boys covered in paint,As they ruthlessly fought against Nara and Fives.

The mess hall was a complete mess with paint covering the ceiling and tables. There where dents where paintballs had hit ,there was even spilled drinks and dinner dishes across the room. She put in her head phones that Tic had built her and began to scrub. She began nodding her head as the music began to grow in the bass.

"Ay, ay, ay

Good to see you

Come on in, let's go".

Her body slowly began to sway as she dusted and picked up the trays on the floor.

"Yeah, let's go, hahaha

Alright, alright, okay, uh

Alright, okay, alright, okay"

She turned the volume up.

Her body moved to the beat as she began to dance across the room using the broom as her dance partner.

"Thrift Shop, pimp strut walking

Little bit of humble, little bit of cautious

Somewhere between like Rocky and Cosby

Sweater game, nope, nope, y'all can't copy, yup

Bad, moonwalking, and this here is our party

My posse's been on Broadway, and we did it our way, grown music

I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it

And yet I'm on"

She leaped onto a table and began stomping and laughing as danced to the beat.

However what she didn't know was that she had an audience. Fives,Rex,Cody, including spades, Jex,and Hu, where hiding behind some tables watching. They had been sent to go help clean up the mess hall, however they didn't expect this.

"Let that stage light go and shine on down

Got that Bob Barker suit game and Plinko in my style

Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds

But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town

Trust me, on my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit hustlin'

Chasing dreams since I was fourteen with the four-track buzzing

Halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crushin'

Labels out here, nah, they can't tell me nothing

We give that to the people, spread it across the country

Labels out here, nah, they can't tell me nothing

We give it to the people, spread it across the country

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us

Like the ceiling can't hold us

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over