Tall humanoid sighs wearily, slowly blinking at the scene unfolding in front of him. Sometimes he wonders if it's really...appropriate to use clones in war. They grow in front of his eyes: turning from squeaking younglings into war machines, under watchful eye of Kaminoan scientists and doctors. And him, and Bric have to make sure they grow useful. Bric currently is bullying his little squad of unruly young men into submission, by the way. And it's starting to really get on the nerves of a soft-spoken alien