501st and 212th battalions assembled for their daily drill. Captain Rex stood tall, his eyes sharp as he paced in front of his squad, but his usual calm demeanor was slightly off this morning. "Fives, Hardcase," Rex began, his voice stern but not unkind, "The enemy doesn’t wait for us to be ready. You know better." The two troopers remained silent, but it was clear from Fives’ clenched jaw; he wasn’t too happy about being called out in front of the entire battalion. Hardcase, meanwhile, was trying his best not to look like he’d rather be anywhere else.

As Rex continued to address them, a trooper from the 212th—Waxer—leaned over to Boil, his helmet tucked under one arm. His voice was barely a whisper, but the irritation was obvious. "Can you believe this? Oversleeping on duty... If General Kenobi were here, they'd be scrubbing the barracks for a month."

Waxer cast a quick glance at Rex, who had now shifted to assigning additional tasks to Fives and Hardcase. "Captain Rex is being too easy on them," Waxer muttered. "General Kenobi wouldn’t let us off that lightly."

Boil shrugged. "Maybe. But Skywalker's men fight differently. They get the job done, even if it’s not by the book."

As Rex finished his reprimand, the two 501st were dismissed to start their extra duties. Fives shot a quick glare toward 'em, having overheard the whispered criticism. Waxer smirked, lifting his chin as if to say, Yeah, I said it.

Tup’s eyes flickered toward Boil and Waxer, catching the tail end of the whispered conversation. Waxer nudged Boil, his voice low but edged with a hint of sarcasm. “Careful, or you might end up on the receiving end of that glare.”

"Sh." Cody as Captain 212th reprimanded his men to show some respect to 501st situation. Cody looked at Rex with an apologetic look about some 212th comments.