Coricle

Patrol. Jix hated it. But Rex had sent him and Sergeant Coric because there was no one else to spare. "Check for stragglers. We need to be sure all civilians have left the area. Things are going to get nasty soon." Rex had told them. The first three houses were clearly empty; they didn't even bother getting off their speeder bikes. The road they were traveling on was just a mere path with two ruts separated by a grassy hump in the center. Trees overhung it on both sides, some lower branches managing to slap out at the clone trooper pair as they road along. "Uhg.. no one is out here.. let's just get back sarge." Jix grumbled, slapping away

"They're talking about us again." "Well aren't you learning the language fast." Cody's voice rumbled. "Sir, what's taking General Kenobi so long?" "There's a war going on Boil. It's not going to pause for us." "Right.. well.. these tail-heads could at least turn a light on in here or something." Waxer felt exposed without his helmet. The twi'leks had insisted- more like forced- them to give their helmets to them. Not to mention it was dark. He couldn't see Boil or Cody, but heard them murmuring back and forth. "And these binders!" Boil complained. "You complain more than a shiny." Cody scoffed. "Yeah, well, your not the one pressed in