It was enough to make you wish you were back on Geonosis.
Right now, Clone Captain Rex was willing to trade an arm for one of his pistols and his fatigues—wonderfully long, sleeved, high-collared fatigues. He was still wearing his tight-fitting exercise shorts, but the way that some of these females were eyeing him, he half-thought that he might as well’ve been wearing nothing at all. And he wasn’t even on the auction stage yet.
The sun beat down on the exposed area in front of the GAR barracks. The parade ground, where just yesterday sections of troopers clad in white armour had been marching up and down in unison, had become a colourful morass of civilians—mostly women, Rex noticed—who had come to the Grand Army’s Open Day. The transparisteel shower attraction had proved very popular, but right now, the biggest crowd was in front of the auction block.
To one side of the small raised dais, Rex eyed the crowd trying not to show his apprehension as he