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Regs!? Why always the regs?!?
In the before, during the Clone Wars:
“Regs? We’re working with regs again?”
“Regular clones! Pft! We don’t need them! We’re superior!”
“Kriffing hell! I hate the regs!!!”
In the present, on Pabu:
“Heya there Fam!” Crosshair greeted the others. “So yeah, this is my…heh, this is Mayday.”
“Crosshair! That… that’s a…“
“Yeah Cross, he’s clearly a reg!”
“Mayday, is a regular clone? A reg?”
“Crosshair befriended a reg???”
“What’s going on here?”
“The galaxy is about to end!”
“Good one, Echo!”
“Heya folks. I’m Mayday.” The former Commander made his own introduction.
“Yeah we know. Cross just said it.”
“Yeah, Mayday.”
“A reg."
“You’re… his friend?”
“Unbelievable! Totally and utterly unbelievable!”
“I’m in shock!”
“Diddo!”
“A reg and Crosshair???”
“I… am so confused.”
“Me too, Tech. Me, too.”
“You like him? I mean Crosshair?”
“Heh, guess I have to. He’s my boyfriend.”
“Your wot?”
“Wot now?”
“Cross and a reg?”
“Yes well, we two are together.”
Cross makes googly eyes at Mayday. A smile emerging too. It was, uncanny, eerie perhaps.
“Sure are! Gotta love this guy!” Mayday drew Crosshair in for a hug.
Confused murmurs and stares were shared all around though, among the rest of them.
“Definitely the end of everything!”
“Echo!”
“Wot? Am I wrong?”