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The former clone troopers – now just clones – had been on beaches before, but there was a galaxy of difference between a beach under occupation and a beach visited for leisure. Now, in peacetime, they no longer had to worry about waterproofed droids rising out of the depths, or mines buried in the sand, or the salt water corroding their gear, or ships flying overhead.
Now, there was just the warm sun and the cool water, on a planet thriving in its pleasant summer. The war was a distant memory, and the clones could enjoy all the galaxy had to offer.