Cutup didn't want a new batch of shinies in the already tiny base; (he didn't want to be in charge of the little shits either), especially since he had to deal with those two goofballs, Fives and Echo. The Kamino general has decided they needed a few more troopers on the outpost because it's such an influential stronghold. The dropship had just landed, and he was already pissed off. A bunch of wide-eyed, easy-to-impress, underdeveloped, shiny's step off the dropship, and already, Cutup sees one of the shinies lagging. Sighing, he yells for them to hustle towards the building. That same shiny is still lagging, slower than the rest, if only by seconds. He sighs and follows them in, getting them into racks and assigning lockers. As he sends them off to allow the rest of the day to acclimate, he holds the small shiny back, pulling the vod'ika to the side "Come with me, kid, gotta talk to you." he guides the kid to a side room where they can speak privately, right off the main hallway