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Old Friend, New Family (4)

Requested by Anon | Prompt:

Hey I was wondering if you’d take a prompt where the reader is an ex-padawan who’s master died pretty early on in order 66, and was instead saved by a clone that removed his inhibitor chip. Then maybe they get separated, and years later when the reader is a crew member on the Mantis, they come across the clone again? How would the crew, especially Cal and Cere, react to meeting a friendly ex-soldier clone who’s close with the reader? Could you make it full of angst then fluff? Love your writing!

Tags: Defected! Clone Trooper, Jedi Survivor! Reader, Order 66 Survivor

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4 of ?

The Mantis charted a course to Kashyyyk. For the rest of the trip, you sat on the couch, still finding yourself in deep thought. As you drew nearer to the planet, something in there was beckoning you, although you cannot say for sure what it was—it was a feeling, but of what?

Upon your arrival in the planet’s orbit, you’re met with a blockade of Star Destroyers. Cere made quick work of masking the ship’s signature in the Empire’s radar while entering the planet.

“[y/n], can you radars for me?”

“No problem, Cere,”

You watched the wall of monitors behind Greez’s seat, while the captain tries to fly casual, you kept a close eye on the radars—the blips indicating the Star Destroyers’ signature glowed in the same color as the Mantis.

“Okay, we’re good,” you breathed.

The shadow of the gargantuan command ship blanketed the smaller cruiser ship entering the planet. You weren’t sure if the pounding in your eardrums was your heart or the Star Destroyer’s thrusters pumping. You got through the blockade quietly and entered the sea of clouds of Kashyyyk’s atmosphere.

Once you’ve cut through the sheet of clouds and revealed the vast green landscape, you’re greeted by a TIE Fighter whooshing in only to be obliterated by a rebel gunship right in front of the Mantis’s windshield.

“What was that!?” you screeched.

“Kid, aren’t you supposed to be watching the monitors?!” Greez cries at Cal.

“Guerilla fighters! They’ve ambushed an assault convoy!”

“Walkers are approaching their position!” Cere added.

Keeping the objective of finding Tarfful in mind, Cal had to cook up a plan—and fast.

“Sabotage,” Cal said nonchalantly as he hopped out of his seat. “We used to scrap walkers in Bracca. I’ll just jack one.”

“Get a load of this kid, he think he’s back in the Clone Wars!” Greez scoffed.

“Babe, I love your confidence,” you start off with a blank, unreadable tone until Cal spotted your smirk. “But I say go for it!”

“You two kids are gonna do no good to my blood pressure and my ship, you know that!?”

Cere tells Greez to fly the Mantis closer to the AT-AT walkers rising up from the depths of the Origin River. You slammed the button and the door whizzes open.

“Cal, do me a favor? Stay alive down there,”

“I’ll add that to the plan,” he turned to you, a flirtatious smug plastered on his face. “See you around?”

You grab him by the scruff of his poncho and stole a kiss, “Sure, I’ll be alive at the next stop past that disaster.”

You and Cere braced the walls for balance, Cal slowly stepped out of the moving ship and timed his jump.

“Ready for a swim, BD!?”

“Trill, BEEEEP!!!”

You watched Cal spring from the entry ramp, his whooping howl echoed as he vanished in the wind. Cere then turned to you.

“There he goes,” you said casually.

“Come on, [y/n], you take Cal’s seat at the cockpit and help us out,”

“No problem!”

Cal and BD-1 safely dropped into the Origin River and swam towards the moss-draped AT-AT walkers. Meanwhile, the Mantis crew worked their way through the dogfight in the sky.

“Hey kid, you a good shot?” said Greez.

“Why?”

“You’re gonna help me get through those TIE Fighters!”

Greez activated the Mantis’s ion cannons for you. A device pops out of its hatch from the floor and erects in front of you—revealing a steering analog complete with a targeting computer. Your eyes widened in great amazement—ion cannon analogs and targeting computers weren’t new to you, but fairly enough, it has been five years since you’ve seen some aerial action.

“Does Cal know about this?!” you squealed.

“Naw, this is the first time I’ve turned that thing on after a while! Now go on and get ‘em!”

You wore the headset that came with the analog and computer, you kept your eye on the targeting device until the TIE Fighter’s blip stayed still in the circle.

Clack!

You crunched the trigger buttons and out comes twin lasers shooting out of the ship’s armaments, the TIE Fighter went down in the first shot.

“Not bad!” Greez commended, but then muttered under his breath, though in a good way. “Heh, beginner’s luck.”

Peering through the windshield, you spotted a single AT-AT attacking another AT-AT and immediately you knew that it was Cal maneuvering the friendly AT-AT.

“Looks like Cal’s sabotage plan worked,” you blurted and continued clearing the air out of hostiles.

“Kid’s having way too much with that thing!”

“Who wouldn’t?” a grin played along your lips.

Greez rolled his eyes when he saw the look on your face, “Oh, of course, peas in a pod, the pair of ya! Why do I even bother?!”

The Lateron steered clear of the skirmish in the ground as Cal slowly disappears into that trench pass, a larger TIE—which you guessed to be a shuttle-type—hovers low behind the high rock walls. The sabotaged walker trade blasters and cannons with that imposing, dark grey ship.

“Looks like we’ll have to push a little harder!” Cal exclaimed.

Cal pressed the buttons of the trigger hard, releasing a pair of ballistics out of the AT-AT’s twin barrels and meeting its mark on the TIE shuttle’s hull. The young Jedi, suddenly trigger-happy, continued sending blasts to the enemy hovering across him until it was beginning to burst in flames.

“Come on…!” Cal snarled through clenched teeth.

The wings of the TIE imploded, a firework of sparks sputtered out of the vehicle, Cal celebrated with a smug chuckle but instantaneously disappeared when he saw that the ship is spinning out of control towards him.

“BRACE YOURSELF, BD!!!”

The AT-AT went down when the damaged TIE shuttle collided with it. Fortunately, Cal and BD-1 popped out of the emergency exit hatch at the bridge unscathed.

“Yeah, I’m okay. And you?”

“Bee, trill!”

“No, we are not doing that again,” Cal wagged his finger at the little mischief of a droid.

A gruff, dark man clad in bulk armor approached him.

“You just wrecked a perfectly good walker!”

Cal shrugged his shoulders, merely translating to “What else would you want me to do?”

The hulking man introduced himself as Saw Gerrera and immediately asked the boy his purpose of going to Kashyyyk in such interesting timing.

Before Cal could even answer, the Mantis hovered and landed on the hangar; you’re overly eager to hop out of the ship and jumped off the entry ramp in the middle of its unfolding. Before you could run up to Cal, you surveyed the destruction of the landing pad—your enthusiastic smile dissolved at the sight of the guerilla fighters in pain and immobilized. It almost reminded you of that particular event.

You walked up to Cal and then introduced yourself to Saw.

“So, what’s your business with him?”

“Jedi business,”

“The Jedi are dead,”

“Not all,” Cere cut in.

You and Cal tugged your lightsabers off of your belts. When questioned with how you got those weapons, the two young Jedi took no offense and answered respectively.

“My master gave it to me,”

“It’s been on my hip ever since I was a kid,”

“Well, my companions and I are trying to liberate the enslaved Wookiees, some of them are bound to know where Tarfful is,”

“You don’t mind if we take a look around?”

The guerilla leader didn’t mind. He quickly returned his mind to his responsibilities in front of him.

“My scouts have reported an Imperial transport filled with medical supplies, we need it more than the Imperials do. Can one of you make a run for it?”

You stepped in, “I could do that.”

“Alright, take some companions with you. You’re not carrying all of those alone,”

There was no room in arguing about that so you let Saw’s fighters accompany you to where the medical supplies are held. Cal snatched your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Wait,”

“What is it?”

He gingerly cupped your cheek and snuck in a kiss before you go.

“See you around?” he throws back the question to you.

“Yeah,” you bite your lip as you failed miserably in hiding a flirtatious smile. “See you.”

Cal didn’t let go of your hand, it slipped away as you walked farther from him; you cleared your throat, collecting your bearings before following one of the partisans taking the lead. The redhead then walked to the opposite direction towards the elevator leading to the forest trench.

Meanwhile, you had no problem getting along with the partisans.

“Your boyfriend sure seems protective of you,” one of them commented after the two of you slid off the body of the fallen AT-AT to the other side of the path.

A reaction that ought to be a chuckle turned out to be an awkward, casual scoff. She didn’t

“I’m Adrina, by the way, we look like we’re ‘bout the same age,”

“Name’s [y/n]. Nice to meet you,”

“Likewise!”

“Come on now, we’re not that far!” the leader hollered from the front of the pack.

It was a good thing that Cal didn’t blow up that one supply bay stationed along the trench pass. It was almost too convenient.

“There they are!” the leader announced and then waved his hand in the direction of the bay’s veranda, calling the attention of the fighters waiting for them.

The soldiers on the platform kicked down two ladders for all of you. As soon as you hauled yourself up and met with the group securing the supplies, the next thing wasn’t exactly you weren’t anticipating ever since you got into this planet.

“Well, it’s about time you hauled your asses up here to get these supplies—otherwise, I’d have given it to those Imps!”

The voice that came with those words made your chest constrict and you heart beat out of rhythm.

You know that voice better than anyone else.

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