Так, антиутопия начинает нравиться.
Anakin had disavowed any command position in this mission. He knew he couldn’t trust himself when it came to Obi-Wan and needing to save him, so he’d told Rex to give the orders. It seemed that some of the men hadn’t quite managed to grasp that very important fact.
“Don’t worry sir,” Oddball said as they left the hanger, “we know Rex is giving the orders. Crys just isn’t sure what rank you have.”
“And if I said none?” Anakin muttered.
“Oh, that wouldn’t work,” Oddball said, “you’re still a Commander.”
“How do you figure?” Anakin demanded.
“We voted,” Rex said. “You’re a Commander, no take backs.”
This was definitely one of those moments where Anakin remembered the clones were literally between ten and eleven years old.
“I should just leave after this,” Anakin muttered.
“Wouldn’t work,” Rex said, “we’re not giving you up, sir.”