Commander Cody woke with one hand cuffed to a bedpost. The room was small and the walls were tan with small, green flower designs. The clone wore only grey fatigues. He wasn't sure what had occurred from point A to point B, all he could remember was returning after another battle... And apparently, he had arrived here instead of where he had intended to arrive. Wherever here was.

He could hear a city outside - speeder lights flashing outside of the closed window. The noise made its way through the thin walls. He dropped his head back against the pillow, trying to make sense of the last few hours. He just... couldn't remember. It was like his head was light - too light.

The door flung open. He jerked upright, the metal pressing into his flesh. His heart thumped in his chest, his skin crawling. The newcomer came into the room, paying him no mind. He deposited a bag on the table before grabbing a controller, flicking on the holoscreen. The man flung himself backwards onto the bed that was across the room, hands clasping behind his head.

Familiar brown eyes watched the movie playing before him.

Cody shuddered.

"What is this?" he growled. Whoever it was still paid him no mind, only continued watching the film. It was another clone. Confusion threatened to cloud his senses. The nameless brother gave a hearty laugh at something one of the characters said, before falling back into silence.

The room smelled sickly sweet. Cody nearly gagged. "What is your name and rank, trooper?"

"I'll get to you in a minute," the man replied, putting his hand in the air. For whatever reason, it sent cold down the commander's spine. He scowled.

"Haar'chak, what is this?"

Finally, he had gotten the other clone's attention. Amber eyes met his own. A small smile spread across the man's expression before he looked back at the holoscreen. "We'll have a little fun."

"...Slick." The betrayer. Cody's look of disgust deepened.

Slick didn't acknowledge him. Again. He just went back to watching his movie, blue colors flashing against the wall before them.

Cody ground his teeth together, trying to pull his hand free. "Don't bother with that. You can't get out of those - even if you broke your thumb."

Cody was the one to ignore him this time. He would break the whole bedpost off if he had to...

"You won't be able to break the bedpost off, either. Before you try that."

"Why are you doing this, Slick?"

"I want... I want you to feel afraid."

A foreign sick feeling twisted in Cody's gut. His scowl deepened - if that was possible. Slick finally moved off of the bed, beginning to cross the room. He tilted his head, a smile growing on the man's face. The face he shared with millions of brothers. The face Cody saw in the mirror.

His brother, the betrayer.

All any of them did was fight the war that other's couldn't fight on their own.

The man wanted to do him harm.

And he knew exactly what.

AN: This is more of a prologue; and there will be no actual descriptions of Slick's act. Feedback is always wonderful, thank you for reading, and I do hope you enjoyed. Gramercy! Bonne chance et God bless!