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Captain Rex of the 501st has a trooper who is not a trooper in his battalion's midst. He thought his general would drop his other identity after they settled on an Admiral, until he saw Ahsoka Tano, their new Commander (and little sister, the battalion had almost adopted her on sight, and they had only been able to hold out for so long) talking to Sand.
Now, Rex could do two things in this situation. He could call his general out, and help out Ahsoka by telling her who, exactly, she was giving orders to. Or he could sit back and watch.
Rex, with little debate, settled on the second option.
His general had a surprisingly good impression of a clone's voice. If Rex didn't know who had claimed the name 'Sand', he wouldn't have noticed anything. He even acted like a clone, picking up on little tells and replicating them. It was foolproof, if you didn't know who he was. Rex was impressed, not just that the general could do it, but that he cared enough to pay this much attention instead of assuming they were just droids.
Rex was liking his general more and more.
But Rex was getting bored of Ahsoka not knowing who she was talking to, so he called out, "Trooper!"
Sand turned, saw him- probably felt his amusement too, Jedi could do that- and turned to Ahsoka. "Sorry, Commander, looks like I've got to go."
"Sure, Sand, no problem," the Commander said, still blissfully unaware of what she'd fallen for. Just as Sand got to Rex, he turned back.
"Hey, Commander!"
"Yeah?" Ahsoka turned back.
Sand pulled off his helmet, revealing Skywalker's face. "Always make sure you know who you're talking to, Padawan," he called, before turning and walking off ahead of Rex.
The look on the Commander's face was something that Rex could tease her about for weeks.