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"What are we having today?" Omega walked in and tossed her helmet in her room.
Echo finished whistling his tune in the kitchen before replying, "Pancakes, with bantha milk butter and Jogan fruit jam."
"I will just have two," said Tech. "My stomach is still not fully recovered from Wrecker's landing job."
"Hey! I got us here without crashing, didn't I?" Wrecker replied defensively.
"Well I don't care how many you eat as long as someone else washes the dishes," came Echo's reply. "First pancake's up. Omega first."
Hunter rushed in. "Guys! AZ has some vital information..."
AZ spun through the door with a "Greetings! I am AZ- 34521189..."
"WE KNOW!"
Hunter grabbed the droid with both arms and looked him in the eye. "Quickly tell them what you just told me!"
"CT-9904, erm, Crosshair, still has his chip. The Kaminoans only removed one chip that I am aware of and it was not his."
Everyone stopped. The next pancake started to burn before Echo snapped out of it and tossed it on a plate.
"AZ, why didn't you say anything sooner?" asked Omega.
"You did not ask."
Hunter was the next to speak. "That must be why the side of his head looks like he got in a lava ball fight on Mustafar."
AZ replied as a matter of fact. "The beam used to enhance his chip could do severe damage to his epidermis after prolonged enhancement, but I believe an ion cannon more likely. Regardless, with his chip enhanced, he may truly believe it was removed if told so."
Everyone looked at each other, stunned, and trying to process the information.
"So, what do we do? ...And can I have a pancake?" asked Wrecker.
"Umm, sure," said Echo, handing over the plate and putting fresh batter on the pan.
"We could go after him," offered Hunter.
Tech replied, "It will not be easy to find him and essentially force him through surgery, knowing this information. Our odds of success are slim."
"But he's our brother." Omega had always felt the bond of family. Even with Crosshair. Even with all that had happened. "Shouldn't we try?"
Tech was the first to answer. "We can try. We will need a plan."
"Odds are also that we will run into him again, if he ever got off that platform," replied Echo. He paused before adding, "Hey AZ, what else do you know about that you're not telling us. What else should we ask?"
"I have met thousands of clones," AZ said. "I can tell you about all of them."
Hunter interrupted, "Umm, maybe we just ask about specific ones if you're looking for intel, Echo."
Echo nodded. He certainly didn't need to know about every clone AZ had come into contact with. And with as many clones as were made, he wasn't sure who had been where during the war while he was hooked up to the machines for the Techno Union.
It was time to eat, though. Everyone was hungry and had a lot to process as it was.