That is all the more relieving to hear, and it shows in the subtle sag in her shoulders, the tension she hadn't realized had crept up being released with in a slow breath.

"The Kaminoans put inhibitor chips inside their heads. So once that specific order was given, they didn't have a choice but to follow through," Omega says quietly, fiddling with the shell again, her fingers tracing its curves. "The troopers I know were considered defective, genetically enhanced so that they were a lot different from the other clones. The order didn't work on them..." She pauses, glancing down again. "...not all of them, anyway."