fandomhigh | Summer Games, Wednesday Morning

Today the park was set up with the normal bleachers for observers, and also thoughtfully provided cheap plastic rain ponchos for people who wished to observe without being in the blast zone. There didn't seem to be a single adult manning any of the food stations, which could explain the choices: heavy on super spicy junk food and no salad to be seen anywhere.

The most noticeable difference from last week, though, was probably the weedy teenager with the, frankly, hilarious haircut wielding the megaphone today. He had a little ponytail and a braid looping down over his right ear. It was a lot of look. "Right!" he yelled. "So I woke up today with this set of instructions next to my bed: apparently I'm in charge of doing paintball today, which sounds surprisgly not-stupid for a school event! We're going to be in two teams, so listen for your name since I don't recognize...most of them."

He shrugged that off. Must be another weird Fandom amnesia day or something. And paintball was way more important than giant gaps in his memory, right? "Okay, this is Team Red: you wear the ugly red jumpsuits over there--" he pointed helpfully, "--and your paintball guns and don't forget your eye protection and blah blah don't poke your eyes out, etc. Team members are: Ahsoka, Verity, Kaidan, Miguel, Paris, Aloy, Vanessa, Peter, Jaylah, Peridot, Tip. Alec, Amaya, Steve, Cara, Seivarden, Tony, Sabine, Jason, Summer, and Theron."

He waited for those team members to get moving. "Okay. Team Blue is: Aphra, Astrid, Rosa, Jaina, Kanan, Eliot, Beaker, Liam, Hannibal, Manfred, Hera, Kathy, Sidon, Magnus, Uma, Cristina, Breq, Bobby, Wade, Reno, and me." He consulted his paper again, then made a face. "Okay, we were supposed to just stay in the park, but that sounds incredibly boring, so I'm going to give us five minutes to make a quick plan with our team and then say that the entire island is fair game for as long as it takes one team to take out the other team."

Complete anniliation. Surely that boded well for his future life choices! "Last man, woman, or--" his eyes drifted to Beaker, confused, "--other...standing wins for their team and gets to take home the--" he squinted at the paper again. "Terrifying fish thing?"

On cue, the fish flew into his hand. Over the past week, it had been modified again: now to smell like pumpkin spice, put off small fireworks and holographic projections of flowers with smiley faces as it flew, and telepathically project "The Song That Never Ends" into the minds of anyone too close to it.

Anakin hated this thing on sight.

"For the first time in my life, I'm considering losing," he said, staring at the fish. "Anyway! Teams, get together and plan! You have five minutes and...go!"

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Turns out Ahsoka's bad feeling about whatever had happened for the squirrels to palm radio off on her was completely justified.

Hopefully Anakin wouldn't try hitting on her this time.

"I didn't get a warning about this one," Sabine greeted her. "So, what happened here?"

Congratulations, you were someone she recognized as having been here a while.

"As far as I know it's only happened once or twice before," Ahsoka said, and at least she was in a far better place now than she'd been then. "Master Skywalker's hair looked just as terrible then too."

How could you make a Padawan braid look so ridiculous, how?

To be fair, the braids were always ridiculous.

"So... that's really him? And all the other new kids are... old non-kids?"

It was one of the many advantages of not having hair, as far as Ahsoka was concerned.

"Yeah, and pretty much," Ahsoka said. "More usually everyone turns into younglings."

In case Sabine hadn't been warned about that one.

Sabine sighed. "You know, just when I start thinking being stuck here's not so bad..."'

Like Sabine wasn't going to be the right age and babysitting everybody.

She could get them to finger-paint.

"It beats some of the alternatives," Ahsoka said. "There's no Empire for a start."

What child didn't want to learn how to make a glitter bomb?

"That's something. You still have troopers, though. Not exactly comforting." She was probably going to glitter bomb them too, eventually.

They'd probably appreciate it if they were anything like the 501st.

"There's troopers and there's troopers." The ones on the island didn't seem to have the chips in their head that made them kill their friends, so that was a plus in Ahsoka's book.

"And what's the difference?" she asked, genuinely curious.

They weren't trying to shoot at her for a start. "They're clones, not whoever the Emnpire's filling its ranks with now." Most of her attention had been on avoiding troopers before she came here, but she'd noticed when they started acting less and less like clones.

"Conscripts, mostly," Sabine replied. "At least in my time."

"Well, you'd know it if you were ever fighting with a clone." Force, she missed Rex.

"How?" Not that clones were in active service in Sabine's time, but with this place, you never knew.

Ahsoka considered the best way to explain it. "It's not that they fought the same way as Mandalorians," she said. "But they were all brothers, so there was a similar feeling of clan to them."

She sad not exkected that answer.

"Okay. I can understand that."

Ahsoka shrugged. "It's not like many people were in a position to compare the two, with Mandalore staying out of the war." And the Siege of Mandalore was not a memory she liked to revisit. "But you were, you could see it."

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