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Idk why but I miss Josh O'Connor

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I think one of the main points of The Clone Wars: No Prisoners (2009) is to question the rules surrounding attachment and marriage in the Jedi Order and show it’s hypocrisy. We get Anakin having to hide his marriage with Padme from everyone he knows (although Rex already suspects them), as well as them meeting Jedi who are married and haven’t fallen to the dark side. You have Jedi who are married and it’s not talked about, so there’s a double standard for everything. I really didn’t notice it until my second reread.

From Chapter 2

“Have you heard the one about the Trandoshan who goes into a tapcaf?” “Don't make me laugh.” “Well, the Trando goes up to the barkeep and says...” “Don't.” “—he says, 'I'll have four mugs of—’” “Don't!” Padme froze for a moment and then burst into giggles, hands pressed hard to her face. When she took them away, chunks of the mask fell off like the collapsing facade of a building. "Oh, I've cracked it... great. All that waiting, and now I've got to apply it all over again.”

Padme turned on the faucet and splashed her face with water. "You do place a lot of responsibility on Rex, Ani. Above and beyond." "He can handle it." Anakin watched the white-faced stranger transform back into his wife. He had so little time with her, and it was always furtive time, stolen time, so even these silly moments felt intense and precious. "Ahsoka might talk like she's the Grand Admiral of the Fleet, but she respects Rex. And I suspect some lessons are easier when learned from him instead of me.”

“They say love turns a Jedi to the dark side," he said at last. "I can't see how love can do that. But being forced to skulk around and lie—that's a recipe for trouble.”

Ki-Adi-Mundi's got wives. Not just one. Five. And lots of daughters. Usual for a Cerean. But a Jedi? The Cerean didn't look as if he'd been corrupted by attachment. Nobody mentioned it; Jedi did marry, then, and the galaxy didn't implode. This fact was the bantha in the dining room, the huge, silent, looming thing that everyone could see but nobody talked about, as if it wasn't there at all, and had to be ignored at all costs. Just because Cereans had a low birthrate, and too few males, they had to take wives. So Ki-Adi-Mundi could remain a Jedi, serve on the Council, and have a family. Suddenly none of this made sense to Anakin. The needs of Cerea had no bearing on it. Either attachment was a bad idea for Jedi, or it wasn't.

From Chapter 3

“Just popping back to the messdeck, Captain," he said, heading for the passageway. Coric was showing the new boys the schematics of the new targeting arrays when Rex walked into the compartment. The troopers were all minus helmets, looking earnest, black hair meticulously trimmed. Rex suddenly regretted his novelty haircut and decided to shave it off when he got a chance. He didn't want to be that different from his lads. It was a dumb fad anyway, rather undignified for an officer. And they were Torrent Company, 501st Legion, the elite within the elite, the backbone of the infantry—Anakin Skywalker's own. Ahsoka was sitting on one of the bunks against the port bulkhead, knees drawn up to her chin, arms clasped around her legs. She had that far-away look again; the one that said she was tuning in to something distant that Force-users alone could sense. Well, at least she doesn't have faulty wiring. That's something. Rex folded down a seat and joined his troopers. They all looked at him. "Sep vessels clustering around Fath," Rex said. "We're going to hang around in stealth mode and keep an eye on them. Not much else we can do at the moment. Some critical systems are down, and anyway, there's just one of us." "Never stopped us before," said Coric. "If there was a fight worth having, Pellaeon would be right on it, believe me." Joc glanced at Hil. "Is it true he keeps getting passed over on promotion boards because he likes the ladies too much?" "You're in this tub five minutes and already you're listening to gossip." "Sorry, sir." Joc paused. "But why has an officer's personal business got anything to do with his promotion? Unless he likes Sep females, of course. I can see that would be a bit of a problem." Rex had to admire Joc's persistence. And that unblinking naivete might well have been a dry sense of humor emerging. "It's conduct unbecoming to an officer," Rex said. "They're supposed to be squeaky clean and upstanding." "He's not married." Joc should be in Intel. The kid has a natural talent. "But maybe his lady friends are," said Rex.

Ahsoka chimed in. "Attachment leads to the dark side. Because it leads to fear, jealousy, and anger." "Yeah, but that's just for Jedi," Coric said, seeming to give up on his carefully prepped talk on electronic warfare. "Not everyone else." Nobody asked the obvious—whether clone troopers were everyone else or not. Joc looked from Ahsoka to Rex and back again. "What's wrong with attachment?" he asked. "Why can't you have attachments? You mean love, right?" Ahsoka looked at the clones wide-eyed but in slight defocus, as if she was trying to recall something. "Love is acceptable," she said at last. "But not attachment." "What's love if it isn't attachment?" "Attachment is... putting personal relationships first, caring about the people you love so that it influences how you act." Ahsoka seemed to be picking her words carefully. Coric stared back at her. "You know, it affects your judgment." "But ol' Pellaeon's just having a spot of romance, if you know what I mean. It's not like he gets attachedto any of them, is it? Is romance allowed? Can you have a spot of romance if you don't get attached?" Ahsoka's stripes became more vividly colored, embarrassed. Yes, she obviously did know what Coric meant by romance. It wasn't the word he usually used for it, but Ahsoka was only a kid, and Rex had decided from the start that talking about that sort of thing was something best left to her Jedi Masters. Yes, General Skywalker, I think that's a job for you, sir. It wasn't a clone's duty at all. "Romance," Ahsoka said stiffly, "is acceptable. Jedi are not... celibate. Just... no attachment." Ince adopted a wonderful frown of apparent bewilderment. "That's a bit cold, ma'am. Love 'em and leave 'em?" Not that he knows what that means, poor lad, but… "What about all the negative things Jedi might feel without attachment?" Boro asked. They were all piling in now. "You know… bitterness. Resentment. Jealousy. Loneliness. Anger." "Yeah," Ross said. "It's not normal. Can't be healthy." Ahsoka was under siege. Rex debated whether to stop the baiting or see where it was going. These were kids, all of them. If Ahsoka wanted to command—and she did, it was clear—then she had to learn that young officers got a rough ride. His young clones, regardless of the constant training that told them Jedi were invincible and omniscient, saw her as a novice like them, projecting no real authority. I don't remember being like that. I'm maybe a year older than them, if that. And it's only months since Geonosis, not even a year. It feels like a lifetime ago.

Ahsoka let go of her fierce defensive grip around her legs and sat up straight, boots on the floor. "I don't make the rules," she said at last. Her voice was very different; there was a faint, rasping undertone, like the echo of a sand panther's growl, and Rex was reminded yet again that the Togrutas' primal ancestors were predators. "But I accept that wiser beings made them, and so I'll follow them." "We follow orders, too," Hil said. "We understand. Except we can usually see what goes wrong when we don't." "Yeah, you get hurt," Ross said. "Or worse." "I have to deal in the unseen," Ahsoka said quietly. Coric looked as if he was going to say something, and then thought better of it. He went back to his datapad. Rex decided the maneuvering was over and that Ahsoka had at least maintained her dignity. "Okay, I want you all to be ready for enemy contact," he said. "And this is not a drill." It was a cue for Ahsoka to leave if she wanted to. He knew her well enough by now to spot the ebb and flow of her moods, and he was guessing that she probably felt outnumbered; she would want to find a quiet spot to meditate. "Shall I check out the ops room, Rex?" she asked. "Yes, good idea." When he first met her, she'd tried to pull rank on him as a Jedi. Now she'd matured enough to understand that she got a lot more respect by using a little restraint. "Lieutenant Meriones probably needs cheering up. I think he's the wardroom outcast. I'm not good at that kind of thing, but you are…” Ahsoka gave him a sad smile that said she knew perfectly well what he was doing and why. It was a good understanding to reach. After she was well out of earshot—Togruta Jedi earshot, which was a lotfarther than a regular being's range—Rex folded his arms and leaned on the narrow table that was bolted to the deck between the bunks. "Okay, why are you on her case?" he asked. "Ince? Vere?" Vere hadn't said much at all since he'd arrived at the 501st barracks. "Just making her feel part of the team, sir. She likes joining in.” “And she's a bit of a know-it-all, sir," said Ince. "Even if she is an officer. Even if she's a Jedi." "I think she knows that. Go easy on her. We've no way of knowing just how touchy some Jedi are about their regulations." Rex realized he'd inherited a tight-knit group of new troopers who were now settling in even better than he'd expected. He needn't have worried about them. "She means well. Jedi were never trained to lead troops." "Well, at least she understands orders," Joc said. "Even if she's lonely." Yes, she did. Rex thought back to the look on Skywalker's face whenever he saw Senator Amidala on the HNE newscasts or heard her name mentioned. Now, there was a man dealing with attachment. Nothing overt, just the small giveaways that another man noticed if he spent enough time with his boss: the way Skywalker didn't look away from the Senator quite soon enough, the way he always seemed to snap to attention when he heard her name. Must be hard for him to know he can never do a thing about it. Rex put the thought out of his head. Gossip was for the ranks, and dwelling on life's restrictions didn't do much for anyone's morale. "Come on," he said, standing up. "Get down to the hangar deck. I want fifteen circuits of the deck, in full fighting order, record time, and then we'll familiarize ourselves with all the planets in the Fath system. We'll be in range soon. Get to it." Busy. That was the way to deal with everything. Stay busy. And clones were never short of tasks to complete.

From Chapter 9

“Jedi Callista Masana," Callista said, "and this is my fiance, Geith Eris." Oh… dear. Skywalker's face didn't betray the massive flare of shock that Altis felt rise up in him. Only the clones wouldn't have known how much the revelation wounded him. I wish I weren't right this time. But Rex seemed to understand that perfectly well even without Force senses. Altis watched the chin piece of his helmet dip for a fraction of a second as if he'd shut his eyes and winced. Skywalker just bowed his head politely, moving along the group that had gathered in the cover of the archway. "Ahsoka," he said. "And you, troopers?”

From Chapter 12

“I'm sorry about your men, General," Altis said. "Yes, we lose far too many." Anakin put the datapad away. There was no point trying to fool Altis into thinking he wasn't rattled by his eccentric ways, and by one way in particular. "I know Rex is especially disturbed. I'll talk to him later—he tends to prefer a little space at times like these.”

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From Chapter 1 of The Clone Wars: No Prisoners (2009)

The six new clones—Ross, Boro, Joc, Hil, Vere, and Ince—didn't move a muscle. Rex switched to his internal helmet comlink so Ahsoka couldn't hear him. "Gentlemen, show me some life signs before I resort to CPR…” "Receiving, sir," Ince said. "Just… awaiting orders." "You can move, you know. And talk "Yes, sir." Rex decided he'd have to factor some social time into the training. His new boys needed to loosen up. Maybe they were nervous about being 501st Legion now because a certain cachet—a certain responsibility—came with that cap-badge. And if they didn't start talking and giving him all the little clues of individuality that helped one clone trooper recognize another in a sea of near-identical faces and armor, then he'd have to resort to checking who was who with his tally sensor. That was somehow discourteous—like having to read an officer's name tag every time—and an admission that, as a commander, Rex didn't know his men. "Permission to engage in witty banter—in your own time, go on." "Witty banter commencing, sir… stand by." So Ince had a sense of humor after all. Rex smiled to himself and let them mull over the fact that they weren't on Kamino any longer.

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