He had a name before he was assigned to a battalion, even though everyone called him Shiny until he proved himself in battle. Though once he did earn the right, he decided to stick with the name given to him by the other cadets.

“I’m called Two Tone,” he told his Captain, who raised an eyebrow. To the silent question, he shrugged. “No one told me why.”

And that was the truth. He wasn’t inclined to whistle or sing. He got the name long before he reached the age of his voice cracking in forced puberty. Just one day in class, one of his batchmates laughed and called him Two Tone, and it stuck.

Somehow, he never figured out why he was called that until after a joint battle with General Unduli and General Kenobi, fighting to take back a planet from the Separatists, at the request of the local government. Everyone was giving him weird looks ever since he had painted his armor, and he just told himself it was probably because of the design. He always had problems getting it correct on his armor, and he didn’t want to ask someone for help, so he was stuck with his own quality.

Cleaning up after the fight was normal, trudging around the battlefield to find any fallen comrades and equipment, seeing the medic if hurt, packing things away again. Two Tone thought it was weird when he didn’t bump into anyone from the 212th, but figured it was because they might have been on the other side of the battlefield. He did his best sticking to his brothers as things began to get loaded into the LAAT/is, tired and quiet as he road the drop ship up to the Venator.

He assisted with unloading things, feeling the ship shudder faintly as it transitioned into hyperspace, though his movements came to a halt as he saw General Kenobi walking by the area. Frowning, he turned to the Clone beside him.

“Why isn’t General Kenobi with the 212th?”

The Clone frowned at him. “This is the 212th…”

Two Tone prided himself on being levelheaded, so when he started to panic so hard that General Kenobi came to an abrupt stop and looked at him, he was proud that he didn’t run away or collapse or simply imploded.

“Are you all right, dear one?” General Kenobi asked and a part of Two Tone’s mind was amused to learn that the rumors were correct about the endearing terms the man used.

“I apologize, sir,” Two Tone managed to squeak out. “But… I was assigned to General Unduli… I’m on the wrong ship.”

General Kenobi’s head tilted to the side curiously, glancing over Two Tone’s armor.

“Have you been tested for colorblindness?” the General asked curiously.

***

“Deuteranopia colorblindness,” Obi-Wan said, giving Luminara a faint smile. “The poor man was so embarrassed. Evac tested him and decided to do a ship wide test. Apparently colorblindness isn’t too uncommon among the Clones.”

The holo of the Jedi Master shook her head, a fond sigh escaping her. “When he painted his armor orange and green, I thought he was living up to his name. I am glad to hear that we hadn’t lost him in battle.”

“No, just temporarily misplaced,” Obi-Wan said with a chuckle.

“Joint custody then, until you can return him to me?”

“Well keep him safe, I promise you.”

Vambraces

Din simply hummed in reply to that, watching as the others got themselves moved around and sitting. His gaze moved between them before finally stopping on Obi-Wan and Cody.  Obi-Wan was sitting rather close to the Commander, practically pressed against his side without being too obvious, and Cody already had his helmet on. Which made it easier for Din to quietly ask over a private comm, [Does anyone else know?] [Know what?] Cody asked back, body completely still. [That you and Kenobi have exchanged vambraces.] That got an external reaction from the Commander, even if it was a small head tilt.  There was a moment of silence before he said, [Everyone was distracted by your paint.] The ship began to jolt faintly, nothing alarming, just enough that the occupants knew they were going through atmosphere. [How can you tell?] Cody asked. [I've been in armor for longer than you’ve been alive.  Scrapes and dents are as much of identifiers as paint. The edges of the left vambrace are too smooth for a verd that goes after droids with their hands. The amount of wear doesn’t match the right.] [And here we thought we were being sneaky.] Din smiled at that.  [Luke will be happy.] - Chapter 23, No Fate But That Of Which We Make by SkybreakPrime Part 1 of From Tomorrow that Never Came

Sorry y'all had to throw in another for this great story and fantastic series. Luke and Din seriously made some people think about what "No attachments" really means.

@skybreakprimeonao3 (OG Comment- Struggluing with the coloring and sleep ) October Art #18

“Help.”

Echo paused, glancing around for a moment He thought-

“Help me.”

It took a few steps until he located the source, and when he did, he grinned widely.

Fives was sitting on a crate, looking rather uncomfortable, and it was easy to see that it was because of the young clone curled up beside him, he pillowed on Fives’s thigh. Poor kid looked barely old enough to be off of Kamino, let alone already painted.

Orange paint. Don’t know why the kid thought Fives was a safe spot, but he wasn’t necessarily wrong.

“General Kenobi told me to keep an eye on him.”

Despite the requests for help, Fives was keeping his voice low so as not to wake the other up.

“Does he have a name?” Echo asked, amusement coloring his voice. He looked around the area, opening a crate and inspecting the contents before moving to the next.

“I think it was Wooley? What are you doing?”

Echo made a noise of triumph as he pulled out a blanket, flipping it open easily and tucked it around the kid-Wooley.

“No! You’re supposed to rescue me!”

“General Kenobi trusted you with him. I won’t rob you of that experience.”

“No! Echo! Get back here! No! Don’t leave me with the baby!”