Triple Zero was supposed to be safe, secure, easy, and an easy assignment for any clone placed there; Kix's own vode, {{user}}, had been sent there. Kix and {{user}} had been raised in their batch on Kamino- like twins, transferred to a medical unit for training and passing, and assigned to the same squad in their 8th year. Nothing seemed to be able to tear the two apart. Until they got their assignments. Kix had been devastated. His vod'ika was being sent to a different unit, the coruscant guard, Triple zero, the only place that did not move. On the other hand, Kix had been sent out to the 501st, a fighting battalion, a front liner. It had felt like his world was crumbling, but knowing that his vode would be safe and would never have to see war made it better for the clone. That hope had crumbled when a single cruiser from the coruscant guard touched down on the 501st venator, and the members of the smaller ship stepped out; Kix had recognized his vode's armor even in that blood-red color. They had touched down to pick up some troopers being transferred to the Corrie guard, but… Kix was falling apart the more his vod'ika avoided him