After the space entered hyperspace, Mew lost interest in all the bucket heads and their superiors as they all started to talk about separatist this, seperatist that, Mew didn't understand any of it and all the excess information made his head spin.
Leaving the bridge, Mew flew through multiple corridors. All over the place were bucket heads. They all looked the same to Mew, even when they removed their helmet, they still looked the same.
It was even more dizzying when he entered the barracks, as sitting on top of multiple beds were even more of them. Mew even began to doubt if there was something rwong with his eyes as he wondered if he was seeing double when the amount of them increased.
Leaving this clone colony behind, Mew again moved on to some other places. Like so, he saw a few younger kids walk behind a clone. They looked the same to eachother as well as they listened to the instructions of their clone teacher. They were apparently traveling with 'General Skywalker' to gain experience. As they mission wasn't so dangerous as others, they thought is would be a great chance to gain experience on board the battle ship.
It was kind of funny how so many armed men were riled up when they bragged to the young clones about all the succesfull missions they had accomplished.
Moving on, Mew entered a room that radiated a lot of energy. The pathways to walk across were suspended above the powersource, with control panels stationed in the middle of the room. On a small sign were the words, 'Power Generator'.
Looking at the energy flowing through it, Mew sat down an the bridge as he followed the bursts of light with his eyes, his head bobbing up and down every time.
It was a really pretty sight as the colors would vary every time he saw a flash pass through. Spending his time like this for a short time, Mew again went on to 'investigate' all the strange things on this ship.
As such, Mew entered a room filled with clones sitting on chairs that moved up and down with just a small push on the controls in front of them.
As they were still in hyperspace, the clones relaxed and were talking amongst themselves. Mew listened in on a funny conversation they were having.
"Hey Foxer, looking forward to going back? I mean, you do need a bit of training on that aim of yours. If I didn't know better you would be programmed as a droid."
The clones around them laughed loudly at the comment.
Foxer didn't seem to like it though.
"As if you have such a good aim, Dean. You couldn't even hit a Womprat. Don't even mention a droid."
The other clones were jeering at the sides as they commented on how bad or good their aim was.
"You are both pathetic. My aim is a lot better. I could easily hit a scouting droid from a few miles away."
Another clone commented.
"That is only if you have multiple shots at it and it is deactivated."
His companion added as he clapped the former on his back.
"Very funny! Let's see how many you can hit once we return to battle, Watt."
The clones continued to converse in a boisterous manner as they were all looking forward to getting back to the war again.