Fives rolled his eyes within his helmet, finding it a bit incredulous that despite the displacement, the man was still eager to throw his weight around. Or maybe it was just that he was used to it, and given the situation, the clone trooper supposed that it wasn't too surprising for someone to try and grasp what command they could, even when everything else around them was impossible.

     "My commanding officer is General Skywalker, sir," he replied, not able to keep a bit of attitude from coloring his tone. "Although right now, it doesn't matter much considerin' we're far from th' war. ...not to mention we're not all exactly from along th' same timeframe."