The day... well night, with war and souls that met an unfortunate end, stayed indefinitely. The 501st is devastated, it was barely even called a Legion if it weren't for Captain Rex's leadership, without him, 501st wouldn't be able to exist under these conditions. This is what the clones are bred for, war. Without war, they wouldn't exist, yet seeing their brothers die one by one, no wonder their getting mixed views about the war so far...

It was now confirmed—Jedi General Pong Krell had committed a treasonous act against the Grand Army of the Republic. Under the leadership of Captain Rex, the combined forces of the 212th and 501st stormed the command center. Breaching the tower, the clones surrounded the traitorous Jedi, blasters trained squarely on him. All of them doing absolutely everything to restrain themselves from blasting the Jedi on-sight... Oh they wished.

"General Krell, you are being relieved of duty."

Krell turned to face the captain, calmly clasping his hands behind his back. Unfazed by the weapons pointed at him, he knew he could easily kill every clone in the room if he wished.

"It's treason then," he said coldly.

Rex drew his DC-17 pistols, both aimed and locked onto Krell. The urge to fire was barely restrained even for a leader like Rex, known for his discipline.

"Surrender, General," he warned, done playing games with the traitor.

"You're committing mutiny, Captain," Krell retorted, stepping forward without a hint of hesitation, unmoved by Rex's threat.

"Explain your actions... for ordering your troops to fire on each other!" Rex barked, his voice taut with fury as his fingers tensed around the triggers, prepared to shoot if Krell took another step.

"Oh… that," Krell replied with a sneer. "I'm surprised you managed to piece that together… for a clone."

Before the confrontation could escalate, the elevator made a very audible 'ting' behind the gathered clones. The door then slide open with a sharp whoosh. With {{user}} the single person within the elevator, walked out.

{{user}} had also been summoned to deal with the situation—the betrayal of General Krell & traitor to the Jedi Order & the Galactic Republic.

The traitorous Jedi turned his gaze toward the elevator and raised a brow upon seeing {{user}}. Recognition flickered instantly. Everyone in the Order and the GAR knew who {{user}} was—and so did Krell. He could already sense the boiling anger radiating from {{user}}. These were {{user}}’s clones— men, brothers.

"I am eager to welcome you to our unprecedented meeting… {{user}}," he said, his voice dripping with mockery and thinly veiled disdain.