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wizardofrozz · 1 year

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"Do I look like I've moved on?" with Cody

Always Yours

Commander Cody x fem!reader, Original Clone Troopers (Zero and Lith)

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: NSFW +18, smut, slight dubcon, possessive behavior (Cody's a little toxic in this), rough handling, exhibitionism

A/N: Happy Star Wars Day! Writing for Cody is new for me but this turned out better than I expected lol. I want to thank @homie-one-kenobi for letting me borrow her OC Lith for this fic and for all the encouragement and help from her, @a-single-tulip and @techs-feral-wife 💕

If anyone had told you that your night at 79’s would’ve ended with your cheek pressed into the wall of some dark corner with a panting commander at your back, you might’ve hit them.

You were the idiot for thinking it would’ve ended any other way.

It had started like any other night when you visited 79’s with a few of your friends, except this time there wasn’t a gold-painted commander ready to drag you to bed. You were almost sure he wasn’t even on Coruscant and that was the main reason you agreed to the night out. You had been playing this back and forth with Cody for a while now. Fucking like ashrabbits at every opportunity only to never hear from him until he blew back into 79’s after another campaign. It was an exhausting routine that got harder each time. Especially when you found yourself wanting…more from him. Something that seemed impossible for a man like him.

You shoved away any thoughts of the 212th in general and leaned against the bar, half-heartedly listening to the conversation your friends were having. Luckily, it didn’t take long to catch a curious eye, although his red armor made you hesitate. Your job in the Republic Detention Center meant you worked closely with the Guard, and most notably, Commander Fox.

Fox, who happened to speak to Cody at least once a week and couldn’t resist indulging in good gossip.

You allowed yourself to be pulled in by a sweet smile for the night knowing that Fox, and eventually Cody, would know about it in no time. You smirked to yourself as you approached the trooper, wishing you could see the look on Cody’s face when Fox undoubtedly called him.

The trooper in question, Zero, truly was a sweetheart, and you felt a little guilty that you couldn’t give him what he deserved, but he seemed to understand on some level. You were currently perched on Zero’s lap, mindlessly playing with his fingers while he recounted the story of how he got his name. He was the kind of man you should’ve gravitated toward, but when did life ever make sense?

“So, you’re proud of, as you put it, having zero brain cells,” you giggled, smiling when Zero’s cheeks took on a faint pink color.

“Well, when you say it that way,” he mumbled, twisting his mouth to the side. You laughed a bit louder, swaying close enough to catch a glimpse of his cheeky grin and unintentionally bringing your tangled hands closer to your chest. His gloved thumb grazed your collarbone, the warmth of his skin under the fabric had goosebumps trailing behind his touch, turning your laughter to ash on your tongue. He was close enough that you could feel his breath against your lips.

“I think it’s cute,” you whispered, your eyes trained on his mouth.

“And I think you’re beautiful,” Zero countered. You watched the smile form on his lips, transfixed by how it fell somewhere between flirtatious and sweet. There was a gentle pressure against the underside of your chin, tilting your head back to force you to meet his eyes. Your lashes fluttered as he closed the gap, his lips finding yours in a soft, hesitant kiss.

An explosion of whoops and cheers had you jerking back, years of working in a prison meant that loud bursts of noise had you whipping around in a panic to look at the door on instinct. Your heart immediately hit the floor when your brain registered that, you weren’t at work, and it wasn’t prisoners but waves of orange armored soldiers blowing through the doors. 212th troopers flooded the bar and you were blatantly staring, looking for that distinct sunburst that you had hoped you’d make it through one night without seeing.

But when would you ever be that lucky?

He was the last through the door, keeping a slow, unbothered pace as he wandered toward the bar, eyes scanning the room. A small part of you hoped he wouldn’t notice you but you could see the exact moment his eyes landed on you. Cody’s mellow expression steadily darkened, his jaw flexing as his eyes ran the length of your body, noting the trooper you were perched on. Suddenly you were almost scared for the poor, naive shock trooper.

“Hey,” Zero mumbled, cautiously cradling your hand. “What’s wrong?” You turned your head, finding genuine concern shining in his eyes and it broke your heart; this man had no idea what kind of mess he’d walked into.

“Uh, I know some of the 212th,” you admitted with a shrug. The white lie was obvious but Zero let it slide, nodding as he shifted his eyes to the battalion getting louder by the minute. Cody had moved to an empty spot at the bar but you could still feel his eyes burying holes into your skin. “We could get out of here if you want?”

“Sure,” Zero replied, a small smile on his face, “I can walk you home.”

“I’d like that.” Zero’s smile brightened as he helped you to your feet before sliding out of his seat and leaning down next to your ear.

“Let me run to the bathroom before we go,” he yelled over the music. You nodded, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek as you handed over his helmet. The dusting of pink in his cheeks was back and you wished that it could last but you knew the second you were alone, all hell was going to break loose. Maybe one day he’d find someone that could give him what he deserved. You watched Zero work his way through the crowd until he disappeared into the sea of brothers, squirming under the heavy stare you could feel on your back.

“You know he’s gonna be pissed.” You spun around at the voice next to your ear, blinking rapidly at Lith’s smug expression.

“Hi, nice to see you too, Lith. How’ve you been?” you sassed, rolling your eyes. Lith just arched a brow, loudly sipping his drink, waiting for you to break the stalemate first. “It’s none of his business. He made it glaringly obvious that he doesn’t care.”

“Ha! That’s cute, you thinking he doesn’t care,” Lith laughed, shaking his head and you couldn’t ignore the way your stomach somersaulted at the thought. He leaned into your personal space, the acidic stench of cheap liquor on his breath. “Looks like you’ll find out for yourself.” His eyes lifted to something over your shoulder before he backed away, doing a terrible job of hiding his smirk behind the rim of his cup. The unforgiving hand that closed around your bicep had you going rigid, muscles locking up when his grip tightened.

You refused to even look at him, trying to tug your arm away but Cody was relentless. You knew there was no use in fighting it, giving up and letting him drag you through the writhing crowd of bodies. He still wore all of his armor, sans helmet, allowing you to glare at the back of his head, occasionally catching a glimpse of his profile. You stumbled to a stop when Cody pulled you into one of the back hallways of the bar that was blessedly empty, something you knew wouldn’t last long as 79’s grew busier.

“What do you want, Cody?” you snapped as soon as he released your arm. He turned a sharp look in your direction but you stood your ground, crossing your arms. It was infuriating that despite how irritated you were with him, there was a tiny part of you that was relieved to see him alive.

“What the fuck was that?”

“None of your damn business,” you hissed, taking a step closer to him. You expected anger, maybe even contempt, but Cody letting out a harsh, unamused laugh was probably at the bottom of your expectations for this conversation.

“Aw, you really liked Fox’s shiny, huh?” Cody taunted, a cruel edge to his voice that you hated more with each passing second.

“Maybe I did,” you spat, stifling the urge to shove him. “Maybe I had plans to show him what us natborns have to offer.” Cody’s expression twisted into something dangerous and he stalked toward you, backing you into a dark corner, looming over you.

“You wouldn’t dare,” he snarled, face barely inches from yours.

“And why not? You didn’t seem to have a problem sticking your dick in the closest breathing life form.” He jerked back like you’d hit him, a familiar crease forming between his brows, and for a moment you faltered.

“What are you talking about?” he huffed, pressing two fingers into his right eye, an action you knew meant he had a headache building.

“I saw you with that Mirialan last time you were on-world,” you admitted, grinding your teeth at the image of the barely dressed woman draped across his lap. “You moved on, so I planned to do the same.” The words were barely out of your mouth before he surged forward, trapping you against the wall with a bruising kiss. Your immediate reaction was to push him away but your strength was no match for him, and if you were being honest, you had been craving this: the dominating sweep of his tongue, the way his presence demanded your attention, and the borderline possessive grip on the back of your neck.

You ached for him no matter how hard you tried to fight it, despite the hurt that came with his presence.

Cody broke away first, resting his forehead against yours. “Do I look like I’ve moved on?”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you huffed, turning your face away from him. Cody growled, the hand curled around your neck tightening as he wedged his armored leg between yours, pressing the rigid plastoid tight against your suddenly aching pussy.

“Guess I’ll have to prove it,” Cody breathed against your lips. You yelped at the sudden movement, gasping when your cheek met the cool wall, and your thigh clenched to satiate your throbbing clit. His body molded against your back, his warm breath puffing against your cheek, similar to how Zero’s had not even 15 minutes ago, but this promised something far less innocent than a chaste kiss. “For the record, I didn’t fuck that Mirialan.”

“Why?” you couldn’t help but ask. You weren’t expecting much, maybe an irritated huff but your lashes fluttered when his tense muscles softened against your back, his grip loosening slightly.

“She’s not my sunshine,” he whispered, his pinched expression barely visible in your periphery. He didn’t even give you a second to absorb his confession before he was yanking your pants down, knocking the air from your lungs when his finger slid through your soaked folds. “Stars, you’re dripping.”

“Are you really surprised? It’s you,” you panted, blindly searching for his belt buckle. Cody chuckled against your shoulder, expertly sinking his finger into you down to the second knuckle from behind and resting his other hand on the curve of your waist. Stars exploded behind your eyelids, a soft whine working its way up your throat when it was just shy of what you had been craving.

“Oh, cyare, you have no idea what you do to me,” he mumbled, pumping his finger.

“How - how about you show me instead of talking about it,” you taunted, rocking back into his hand. It really shouldn’t have been a surprise when he shoved two fingers inside you as far as they would go; you had asked for it.

“I’m starting to wonder if I should fill that bratty mouth instead,” he mused, curling his fingers in a way that had your knees threatening to give out. You were quickly hurtling toward your first orgasm, your thoughts running together as pleasure tore through every cell in your body.

“Fuck - I don’t care, just fill something,” you pleaded, meeting the slow thrust of his fingers. Cody groaned against your hair when you clenched around his fingers, your body unable to decide if you wanted his fingers or his cock. An involuntary whimper left your lips when you were suddenly empty and the clatter of plastoid behind you was enough to leave you squirming.

“Ready?” Cody whispered against your cheek, his lips just barely brushing over your skin.

“Cody,” you whined, pushing against the head of his cock that was resting against your entrance. He didn’t seem to care about your pleading, sliding his cock through your soaked folds, the head nudging your clit with just the right amount of pressure. Stars danced behind your eyes, the drag of his cock taunting you with the one thing you wanted. Cody wasted too fucking long coating himself in your arousal only to sink into you without warning; the stretch was almost too much, bordering on painful. He didn’t stop until there was nothing left for you to take and his armored chest was flush against your back. He may as well have been in your lungs with how hard it was to pull in a full breath, your head feeling a little fuzzy.

“Maker, you - you take me so well,” Cody panted, kissing down the length of your neck. You turned your head, resting your forehead against the wall, simply trying to breathe as the pain started to blossom into pleasure. The hand on your waist tightened, likely leaving finger-shaped bruises behind, a thought that made your head spin. Cody stood perfectly still as if he wasn’t balls deep in your fluttering pussy and if you could think straight, you’d have been a little peeved at his control.

Just as you opened your mouth to beg him to start moving, Cody rolled his hips, forcing a surprised moan past your lips. Of course, that fucker could read you like an open book. However, that was the only warning he gave you before he pulled all the way out only to deliver a pointed thrust to exactly where you needed it most. Cody started at a brutal pace, the edges of his thigh armor biting into the back of your legs but you couldn’t find the brain power to give a shit, solely focusing on not drawing other patron’s attention.

You jerked when something brushed against your lips, peeling your eyes open to find his free hand near your face.

“Open,” Cody ordered hoarsely in your ear, lightly tapping your bottom lip again. “And no biting.” You hesitated for a moment, this apparently being the thing that made your cheeks feel warm, not the fact that he was fucking you senseless with hundreds of his brothers a few feet away. And yet, your lips parted for him, taking two fingers into your mouth. You weren’t paying attention to what hand it was so when the faint taste of your own arousal hit your tongue you whimpered, clenching around him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his pace faltering. “Good– good girl. You like that, huh?” You could only hum in response, earning a soft, shaky chuckle from the man behind you, and in some twisted way it felt like this piece of him belonged to you. A part of himself he willingly shared with you when he didn’t need to, allowing you to see the effect you had on him. “I - I know…I do too.”

You moaned around his fingers, doing your best to meet his unforgiving thrusts just to hear the pinched-off moan he muffled against your shoulder, sending you closer to your tipping point. The heat building under your skin continued to grow but there was a disconnect, you could only just brush against it, leaving the mind-blowing orgasm out of reach. You squirmed trying to change the angle but Cody’s hand on your hips kept you trapped; this asshole knew it wasn’t enough. Worst of all, to make his point, he started to pump his fingers in time with his thrusts and you moaned desperately, debating on just touching yourself if he wasn’t going to.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled, teeth grazing your jaw. “You told me to fill something, so I’m giving you what you wanted, cyare.” Cody pressed down on your tongue, slamming into you before going still, his slightly labored breathing puffing against your cheek. “I’d find a way to fill all three if I had the time.”

The pathetic cry of his name was muffled against his fingers, tears starting to well up as you teetered on the edge, so close yet so far. There was a moment of stillness, his cock twitching inside you before he started to lazily grind against your ass, the pressure on your tongue letting up.

“I’ll give you what you want if you give me what I want,” he proposed, nuzzling against the bolt of your jaw. It was a much sweeter gesture than the rest of his demeanor would suggest and you couldn’t decide between being irritated or flustered. Either way, you nodded as best as you could, ready to give him whatever he wanted. “You’re mine - fuck - you hear me?” he panted, struggling to keep the lazy pace, his hips stuttering. “Some - some wet-behind-the-ears shiny wouldn’t know how to do this for you. He’s not me.” The desperation in his voice resonated in your soul, reminding you of why there was no one that could captivate you quite like Cody. “Please, just - just say it.”

His fingers slid out of your mouth, trailing spit down your chin. Cody gave you a minute to catch your breath, his presence lingering over your shoulder expectantly. Later, when your brain was back online, maybe you’d regret saying it, but deep down you knew it was true; you belonged to Commander Cody no matter how badly you tried to fight it.

“I’m yours, Cody,” you whispered, turning your head enough to bump your forehead against him. There was another weighted pause before he craned his neck, blindly kissing the corner of your mouth.

“And I’m yours,” he breathed, the admission making your throat feel tight. There were very few times Cody let this type of vulnerability through and you treasured each one but this one was easily the most profound. He was telling you the one thing you never thought possible from a man of his position and it was equally as beautiful as it was arousing. “Always yours.”

“Then show me,” you pleaded, pressing back into him. The soft laugh that bubbled past his lips made your stomach somersault, only making your barely coherent thoughts feel more disjointed, yet your lips parted on instinct at the soft tap of his finger. Cody kissed your cheek in a final sweet gesture before bucking his hips, punching what would’ve been a loud cry from you if it weren’t for his fingers stuffed in your mouth. Cody resumed his previous, punishing pace, yet this time the hand keeping a vise grip on your waist loosened, trailing lower.

Your knees buckled at the lightning-quick tap against your clit, somehow pushing him deeper and the tears finally fell. Thank the heavens above that he didn’t stop there though, pressing with the perfect amount of pressure, drawing tight, fast circles that made each of your stunted inhales grow shorter until you were forced to unseal your lips from around his fingers.

“Let go, sunshine,” Cody coaxed, sounding a bit desperate. You had been known to push his buttons, disobeying when the urge struck, but this was not one of those times. Your hands clawed at the wall, your back arching as the coil finally snapped, the pleasure lighting up every nerve ending from your head to your toes. Cody used the fingers still filling your mouth to tilt your head back, doing his best to muffle your sobs as he moaned openly against your shoulder. He made it through a few more pumps before going rigid, a barely audible whine leaving his lips as he came.

You both slumped forward simultaneously, Cody’s fingers slipping from your mouth as his weight pressed you into the wall. The warm panting against your throat slowly brought you back to the land of the living, realizing Cody was still buried inside your sensitive cunt, his cum starting to leak down the inside of your thigh.

“You’re fucking heavy,” you complained half-heartedly. Cody littered your shoulder with light, playful kisses, his arms moving to wrap around your waist as his shoulders shook with laughter.

“Not usually wearing 80 pounds of armor,” he chuckled, kissing the base of your throat. That reminded you of where you were, realizing that the harsh lines of his thigh plates were still biting into the back of your legs, making you wonder if you’d have bruises for days to come.

“Finding that I don’t really mind it,” you confessed, wiggling your arms out from where they were pinned to the wall so you could gently stroke his arm. “Sometimes at least.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Cody snorted, one of his hands snagging your fingers as they trailed up his arm. A calm, intimate silence settled around you, letting you just bask in Cody’s presence but all good things had to come to an end.

“We should go before someone finds us,” you sighed, dropping your cheek against the side of his head.

“Waxer and Lith are standing guard.”

“Of course they are,” you giggled, rolling your eyes fondly. Then you remembered a poor shock trooper most likely looking for you. “Did you at least tell Zero I didn’t get kidnapped?”

“No,” Cody grunted, squeezing your fingers in a way that definitely felt possessive. Oh, you had a bad feeling about what that meant.

“Is Fox going to be calling to rip you a new one?”

“...maybe.” As if on cue, the comlink on Cody’s vambrace started to chirp softly and you had to stifle a laugh.

“Come on,” you urged, voice wavering in an attempt to hide your amusement, “I want to go curl up in bed with a lot less plastoid, and you have the consequences of your actions to deal with.” Cody grumbled for a few seconds but inevitably untangled himself from you, bending down to grab his codpiece as you hiked your pants up again. You almost regretted wearing one of your favorite outfits now that they’d been stained with remnants of Cody. Almost. You glanced over at him once he finished clipping his codpiece in place, grinning at the scowl he was aiming at his comlink.

“What?” Cody grumbled. Fox barely let him finish answering the call before ripping into his brother.

“I’m coming for your fucking kneecaps,” Fox said, sounding eerily calm. “See how well you fuck without ‘em.” Cody shot you a dark look when you giggled but it didn’t hold its usual weight seeing that his brother’s disembodied voice was still chewing him out. You shot him a wink as you backed down the hallway, ignoring the warning in his beautiful brown eyes.

“Reap what you sow, dear,” you called, blowing him a kiss before slipping through the door. You would definitely pay for that later and the idea that there would be a later with Cody made all the heartache worth it.

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tcwmatchmakingau · 10 months

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Date Night Pt 1

Pairing: Rex x f!Reader

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Just fluff, snogging is as far as it goes.

W/C: 3,300 (And my ficlet phase has passed).

Summary: Captain Rex of the 501st Legion led men into numerous battles. He had fought by the side of one of the galaxy’s greatest Jedi and received commendation from the Republic’s top leadership. And nothing terrified him more than the newest challenge Anakin Skywalker laid at his feet ... a date.

A/N: This was inspired by D's lovely ask as I was trapped in the airport about a double date with Rex and Cody. Here's the Rex chapter, featuring Cody, who will be up next.

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“Rex, you know I’d do anything for you. But this?”

Rex knew this would likely be the outcome, but he wasn’t admitting defeat just yet.

“Please Cody? I just … I have to go, but I just can’t get myself to go alone.”

His closest brother and commanding officer sat across from him in the mess hall of the Coruscant barracks, the 501st and 212th being on shore leave. All units not engaged in relief missions or suppressing the remaining Seppie forces were actually on leave, meaning Rex felt himself almost whispering, not wanting the wrong ears to overhear their conversation in the crowded room.

He’d never live it down if Torrent Company especially got wind that he was considering a trip to the matchmaker set up specifically for clones.

“You don’t have to go, though. It’s not mandatory. I know the transition to peace time is going to be tough, but they’re not forcing us into civvie life just yet.”

“It’s not that. General Skywalker is … insisting.”

“He can’t command you to go on a date. Just tell him no.”

“I can’t, Cody! You know the face he makes when you tell him no.”

“Then look the other way.”

Rex doesn’t have a rebuttal. Strictly speaking, Cody is right. But …

“Unless you actually want to go?” his brother nudges.

“I …” Rex paused, holding still as a statue for a moment until he released his breath in a huff. “Ever since his relationship with the Senator came out, Skywalker has changed. He’s lighter, happier. And I can’t help but wonder what that feels like. It was never in the cards for us before. I know some had it, like Cut, but I could never abandon my duty. Now that I don’t have to … I don’t know. What if Anakin is right?”

Cody smiles at him warmly before answering simply, “Then you should go.”

Rex levels his friend with a blank stare. They both knew that Rex would never take this leap without a wingman.

“FINE I WILL GO WITH YOU.”

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The office was nicer than he had imagined. Not that he thought it would be a dump, but it would seem his anxiety colored his expectations.

Cody sat by his side, the pair having already filled out the required paperwork digitally. He thanked his brother again for coming with him and though the only response was a dry side eye, Rex knew Cody understood what this meant to him.

The door behind them opened, and both men jumped to attention.

“At ease, gentlemen. You’re off duty, remember?”

A woman walked past to take a seat opposite the desk from them as they settled back into their own seats. Her casual attire betrayed the slightly impressive decor of the top-level office, but the warmth she exuded made it clear she belonged here.

“I’m Yen, and I’ll be the matchmaker assigned to you both,” she said, reaching across to shake both their hands. “Now, I’ve reviewed your applications and I have a few potential matches in mind, but first I want to hear from you, your expectations — both of this first date and overall.”

Rex turned to look to Cody, defaulting to letting his CO answer first, only to see his brother returning the expectant look. So, he started, laying it all on the table and earning a few laughs from the other trooper.

Cody followed suit, his own answer much shorter, though it’s a testament to the professional that she was able to even get as much out of the Marshal Commander as possible.

“Okay, well, I believe I now have everything I need. I’ll send over one profile each to avoid overwhelming you both, and if you’re amenable, I’ll set up the time and place and comm that over,” Yen confirmed.

Rex appreciated her approach, calm yet confident. He was still hesitant about stepping this far out of his comfort zone, but if she was leading the way, he could at least follow.

“Now, I do have to warn you that while I understand the appeal of a double date, I’ve found it can often lead to … unnecessary problems. I can see if the partners I have in mind would be open to going to the same venue, but I strongly recommend focusing on your date and not spending time as a group.”

“Problems?” This time, it was Cody who spoke up.

“Yes, assigned dates wanting to switch has been known to happen, which just creates bad feelings all around. Or people tend to focus more on their friend since that’s familiar and end up alienating their dates. I’ve found that outcome more common with troopers.”

The two clones share a look, and when Rex turns back to Yen, a knowing smile graces her face.

“Well, this is your area of expertise. We’ll play this your way.”

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A week later, Rex watched Cody walk to the floor with his date, trying to push down his annoyance over the fact that you still hadn’t appeared.

If he was being completely fair, you weren’t late. But he was already second guessing himself and each moment he stood there, on the edge of the room unsure of what to do with his hands, was another moment adding to his anxiety.

Rex was just about at his limit when the door slammed open. The woman in the threshold peered into the crowd, scouting as if she expected danger rather than dancing to greet her.

And suddenly, his nerves got better and worse.

It was you. He recognized you from the profile image Yen had sent him. You hadn’t stood him up and left him looking a fool. But he had a feeling he’d act like one because stars above he had never seen any creature quite as lovely. What the kark was he supposed to say to someone so pretty?

While Skywalker seemed to revel in going into situations blind, Rex usually did everything to avoid it. But he didn’t plan for this. Your holo was taken by a buffoon since clearly it did not do you justice.

Absently, Rex realized he should probably introduce himself. But he decided taking advantage of this opportunity to gather intel was the smarter option.

You weren’t timid so much as cautious in your movements as you slowly made your way through the room, clearly looking for someone but oddly insistent on not making eye contact, quickly looking away once people noticed your staring.

Finally, you turned and caught his eye across the room, looking away just as quickly. In only took a moment before you snuck another glance, but this time, you kept eye contact and tilted your head in question. Nothing could stop him from smiling softly at the gesture as he gave a quick, efficient nod. You sported a matching one as you made your way through the crowd to him.

“Are you Rex?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

You giggled, and it was so sweet he almost missed what you said. “Do I look that old?”

Shock flooded Rex like ice water. “Huh? N-No, you don’t. I mean, not that that’s bad. But you definitely don’t. You look lovely. Not that old isn’t lovely, but I, uh,” he floundered, trying to understand what just happened.

Your eyes grew wide as plates as you raised your hands, waiving them in front of you frantically. “Ah, no, don’t worry about it! I was just teasing since you said ‘ma’am’ and I’ve never been called that before and in fact the only people who’ve been called ma’am, at least that I’ve heard, have been older, so that was the first thing that came to mind and …”

Rex had never heard anyone speak that fast. He was impressed you had enough breath for it, but your rambling made your abrupt stop into pure silence jarring.

“Sorry, I was trying to be clever but I’m a bit too nervous for that, it seems.” You looked up at him but stopped just shy of actually catching his gaze. He wasn’t sure if that or the way you bit the corner of your lip as you offered a sheepish smile was more endearing.

“Please don’t apologize. I’m a bit out of my depth here, too.”

Rex had never and likely would never understand the Force as the Jedi talk about it. But as you shared a small, understanding smile with him, he swore he could feel something shift. It was significant, even if he couldn’t understand why.

“Well then, since neither of us seem to be doing too well with conversation, want to try dancing?”

“I doubt that’ll go better on my end, but let’s give it a try,” he says lightly, holding out a hand to allow you to pass.

You led the way to the dance floor, and his heart stuttered when you turned, looking up at him expectantly with bright eyes. He was only half listening to the instructor, just enough to get the gist of what to do. The rest of his attention was firmly occupied with getting lost in how you looked at him.

You looked at him like he was someone worth staring at.

Karabast, I’m in trouble.

“Ready?” You ask, sweet but pushy, nudging him out of his stupor.

“Uh, yeah,” Rex nods, stepping closer and taking hold of your hands. They were cold in his, so he held them just a bit tighter.

Fortunately, the class was geared for beginners, so the instructor started with basic footwork which solved one problem of his – he could focus on his feet instead of trying not to stare at you like a creep.

At least, for a bit. Damn his enhanced training; the steps were barely a challenge, leaving him looking down unnecessarily, unwilling to look up just yet but also aware that the longer he looked down the more awkward it was.

Why was dancing at 79s hard but this was too easy? Maybe it was his brothers’ fault. Yeah, that had to be it. They complicated everything else, why would dancing be different?

“I’m glad they’re really breaking down the basics. I usually have two left feet,” you offered, and it felt like relief in the midst of battle washing over him.

“Same. I’m not usually much of a dancer,” Rex replied, beyond grateful that he wouldn’t have to rely on one of the awful pickup lines Jesse had insisted on teaching him when word inevitably got around what he would be up to tonight.

“Oh? Then what made you choose dance lessons for tonight?”

“I, uh …” He hesitated. The truth was it was an option that Cody was open to and both Boil and Fives insisted it was the best idea. “Honestly, my brothers talked me into it. Said it would strike the right mood.”

“The right mood?”

“N-not like that! Well, actually, I’m sure Fives meant exactly that. But that’s not what I mean. I mean —”

“It’s OK, Rex.” He should be more upset that you’re laughing at him, but there’s no malice in your eyes as they smile along with your lips. “I know what you mean. It’s fun, but easy enough that we can talk.”

“Not sure I’m doing so well with that second part,” he grumbled.

“I’ve got no complaints,” you reassure with a soft squeeze to his hands. “Besides, I’m very much enjoying being on this side.”

“This side?”

“Oh yeah. I’m usually the one tripping over my tongue meeting new people. It’s not just my feet — I’m clumsy all over,” you proclaim almost proudly, earning a chuckle from him.

“You don’t seem clumsy to me.”

“You’re sweet, but I’m literally holding onto you right now. Hard to be clumsy with support, though I do like to consider myself an overachiever.”

Rex let out what was probably his first genuine laugh since starting this whole endeavor. “Well, I’m happy to act as support as long as needed.”

Your lips twitch to the side, and if not for the mischievous spark in your eyes — a sight Rex had learned from his men usually meant nothing but trouble — he’d assume you were upset. Confused, he waited for you to continue.

“Happy to act as support? Are you sure?”

Everything about your tone is screaming that he’s out of his depths. You’re plotting something, that much is clear, and he’s not sure what. And he certainly can’t reprimand you the way he does wayward troopers.

Still, nothing to do but jump in at this point.

“Yes …?”

Your smile broke free from the tight, wry curve of your lips to engulf your entire face.

“In that case …” You stepped closer to him, pulling your joined hands behind your back, forcing yourself into his arms. Chills slid up his arms along with your touch as your hands finally settled on his shoulders, leaving his splayed out against the expanse of your back. “Better that we dance like this. More secure, you know.”

The boys would often tease Rex for how easily he would flush. It was something he cursed his whole life, always envious of Cody for his incredible composure. Now, however, despite feeling the heat in his own cheeks, the sight of your eyes refusing to settle on one place, least of all him, and the awkward shift in your stance, he understood the teasing.

You were adorable when flustered.

But more than he enjoyed seeing you worked up, he desperately wanted you to be comfortable with him. And he wanted to show his appreciation that you took the first leap of faith. So he stepped just a little further into your space, slightly tightening his hold on you so you could feel him support you.

“Sure. Just tell me if you want me to let go.”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen.”

It wouldn’t be right to say conversation flowed. There were still awkward bumps and turns. But you were gracious about them, and honestly guilty of a few yourself, which helped Rex lower his guard even more.

It didn’t hurt that you seemed to pick up the footwork just as easily as he did, letting him lead you around the floor easier than he anticipated so he could fully indulge in how you pressed ever so lightly against him as you lead the conversation.

It was mostly small talk, getting to know you staples. But you never made him feel awkward or like you didn’t care for his answer.

In fact, he had never felt so tall before being the center of your attention.

Sooner than he realized, the class ended, and the dancers began dispersing. A quick scan of the room made clear that Cody and his date already cleared out. When, he wasn’t sure. But it left Rex standing in the middle of the floor with you in his arms, looking at him expectantly … and he had no clue what to do.

All he knew was he wasn’t quite ready to let you go.

“Do you walk home?” he asked, immediately realizing what he had said and groaning. “No, not that. I mean, do you mind if I walk you home?”

You laughed at him, but again, it was a soft thing without a trace of mockery. “I’d love that, thank you.”

If asked right then, Rex would say that laugh was his favorite sound. But he didn’t let that thought linger too long.

You looped your arm through his and laid your opposite hand on top, taking him aback with how comfortable you seemed around him even without the pretense of dancing. Though you stopped right at the line of too forward, a courtesy he was grateful for.

And it appeared a more strategic choice than he first gave you credit for. With your arms woven through his, you were able to lead the way and keep pace with him easier. You walked to the inter-level lift and rode it down a few levels to more modest apartments before meandering through the streets for a few blocks, chatting softly the whole time.

“This is me.” You waved your hand absently to the building behind you as you turned to face him. You were looking at him like that again, like he was the only thing in this galaxy worth looking at. If he wasn’t careful, Rex could easily grow addicted to that look. “I had a really nice night. Thank you, Rex.”

“No thanks needed, mesh’la,” Rex said softly, hearing the endearment slip in before he really registered it. It fit, though, and he was willing to bet you didn’t speak Mando’a. “I had a good time, too.”

He felt like time itself was suspended. Like the two of you existed within a ray shield and nothing outside mattered. He felt himself pulled closer to you until he was standing with barely an inch between you. Glancing past your eyes for just a moment, he felt his breath catch at the sight of your chest just missing brushing his as you take heavy breaths.

Usually, clarity felt cold when it washed over him. This, however, was warm, fueling his courage just as much as the realization that you could feel the gravitational pull between you as well.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, bolder than he felt as he leaned down but still not trusting his voice as he invaded your space and reveled in the proximity, eyes constantly searching for any sign of hesitation.

There never was one. You tilted your head back, bringing your plush lips almost up to his.

“Please.”

It was the sweet, needy, breathlessness of your plea that made Rex vow then and there to do anything to hear you beg for his kisses again.

It was the soft give of your lips, the insistent yet gentle pressure you applied and the succulent yet swift swipe of your tongue against his that made him vow to give them to you as often as you asked.

Gods above, there was nothing so wonderful in that moment as your kiss. It wasn’t hot and heavy, as his past experiences had been; those one-night stands nothing more than moments of stolen pleasure speaking only to present need.

This was the opposite, chaste in all but promise, speaking without words of your passionate intentions.

You pulled away, and he should have let you go. Rex had always prided himself on being respectful, doing the right thing. And yet, the only thing that felt right was to chase your lips with his, looping his arm around your waist to pull you in closer.

Reason eventually won out, as it always did for him. Keeping his hold on you, Rex pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. “Sorry.” His breathing was heavier than expected, and he questioned if his conditioning was really lacking, or if your kisses would always steal his breath. “Got a little carried away.”

You shook your head against his, and only then did he realize you had tangled your hands in his jacket, fisting in the fabric tightly. He couldn’t pull away without applying some force, and that knowledge buzzed pleasantly through him.

“No you didn’t. Not that I didn’t want, anyway.”

A worry line appeared on your forehead as you turned to glance at your front door over your shoulder. Your lips pursed, and while he wouldn’t claim to know you well, he could hazard a guess to your conundrum.

Gently, Rex lifted a hand to turn your face back to him before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He wasn’t sure, but he could swear he heard you sigh.

“Goodnight, mesh’la,” he offered, and to his relief, he saw you relax. You stepped back, out of his arms, and he was surprised by how much he didn’t like that. “I’ll comm you tomorrow?”

Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough if that’s how you would smile for him every time. “Yeah, I’d like that. Goodnight, Rex.”

Captain Rex of the 501st Legion led men into numerous battles. He had fought by the side of one of the galaxy’s greatest Jedi and received commendation from the Republic’s top leadership.

But no victory had ever felt as good as walking away from your apartment that night, one successful date under his belt and hopefully many more with you on the horizon.

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toomanybandstocare · 1 year

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but the thot of 79s having a burlesque night??? you know during war there would be these travelling groups of singers and dancers for morale boost???

unlike usual the dance and techno beats, upbeat show music fills the club tonight. every booth overflows with troopers as the lightly shove their brothers for a better view. bar stools are reserved for COs to give them a front row seat to the show- some of the more bold men leave a small pile of credit in feont of them to watch the showstoppers bend down and shoot them a devestating wink before bending back into the dance routine. cheers, well-loving wolff calls, and hands drumming on tables send an electric energy through the air.

the mix of the troopers appreciation and buzz of show excitement makes you buzz as you twirl underneath the neon lights. tiny gemstones catch the light and exentuate your body movements in time with the rhythm. carefully strutting past the pint glasses and resting arms, you dance further to the end of the bar as the other performers move to let everyone get a glimpse.

you bat your eyelashes as you survey the new group of troopers. yet your gaze falls on three men sitting directly in front of you. each lean back in their seat, resting their drinks on the top of their armored thighs, as they meet your gaze with expressions of awestruck, attraction. dipping lower onto the table, you make out chipped yellow, blue, and gray paint that devorate their plastoid. twirling back up right, you land the final pose in time with your company and recieve thunderous applause, whistles, and cheers. when the lights flare and flood the room, you see that the clone in orange has a hooked scar on the left side of his temple, the man in the middle has a blonde buzz cut, and the third has a cybernetic eye. each man looks up at you with pride and adoration.

two of the clones offer their hands to help you off the bar. the other lightly rests his hand on your waist to stablize you once on the floor again. with a grateful smile you look each of them over and you heart pounds from their fleeting touches.

you join the rest of the show company to the make shift dressing room in one of the upper floor spare rooms and ler out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding once sat at your station. everyone’s buzzing and dying to join the boys downstairs once more for some dancing and chats. yet the molten gold gazes of the three men burn in the back of your memory as you try to relax and change into your club outfit. until one of the managers calls your name and places three roses onto your table with a water bottle and note. “compliments from the CO section,” she says with a excited smile.

you open the note and bite your nail to try to stop the growing smile forming on your face.

Thank you for show, mesh’la. Care to join us for an encore and drinks?

- Commander Cody of the 212th

- Commander Wolffe of the 104th

- Captain Rex of the 501st

quickly fixing yourself up and spritzing your signature fragrance, you dart out the door with shouts of encouragement behind you. weaving through the mass of club goers, some troopers stop to compliment you and thank you. some very confident who beam when you laugh in appreciation while some are flustered just by a flash of your smile. after chatting with one trooper for a few moments, a hand trails across your lower back and rests at the small.

“Don’t mean to cut this short, Fives, but I’m afraid they’re spoken for already,” Rex shoots you a small smile before nodding to his brother. his hand slips to your waist and gives you a tight squeeze while the two of you move away. he pulls you close to his side and one of your hands falls to rest where his compression top tucks into his utility belt. “Can’t let anyone else try to steal you away,” Rex explains with a devestating smirk tugging at his lips. you feel a wave of dizziness build the longer his hand rests on you.

Guiding you to a table on the raise level, you catch sight of Cody and Wolffe in a casual conversation. but the moment Wolffe sees you, his expression melts into ease. Cody’s gaze follows and the tip of mouth quirks into a soft smile as he get up to let you into the middle of the booth.

“There they are- Courescant’s star,” Cody says and rests his arm on the back of the booth behind you. his leg grazes against yours as he leans back into the seat. “Absolutely breathtaking,” he murmurs, almost to himself, as he takes you in. his golden eyes trail across your body and takes your breath away.

“What can we get you to drink, cy’are?” Wolffe asks. he leans forward and presses into your back. he hooks his chin on your shoulder. your cheeks blaze and you try not to squirm from the attention. his hot breath fans scross your neck and his nose trails up your jaw before he pauses at the shell of your ear. “The night’s only just beginning”.

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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just a little something i wrote after watching tbb 2x03. commander cody x fem!reader. it doesn't include spoilers per se, but i wouldn't read it unless you've seen the episode and i'll tag it to be safe. i might be interested in continuing this, but i'm not really sure yet.

But Not Lost

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summary: Your new life wasn't glamorous by any means, but it was better than serving the Empire. You just didn't expect such a potent reminder of the past to come waltzing through the doors of the cantina you worked at.

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The Outer Rim had always been home to those that wanted to disappear but could never truly make it in Wild Space. It was where criminals and fugitives ran from those who wanted to create a more “civilized” galaxy, and it was where the seeds of the rebellion were just starting to settle.

You were no exception to the rule, a former GAR official who never wanted to be part of anything but the Republic, who saw the dark shadow of the Empire start to grow and managed to get out before it was too late. You knew your name was probably on a list somewhere, and you couldn’t exactly walk through Coruscant in broad daylight or knock on the door of a Senator, but you were unimportant enough that you could get by as a waitress in a cantina with a new name and a prepared story for anyone who asked where you were from.

Only one person from your old life knew where you were and how to contact you, and he was constantly traveling. You had worked closely with Captain Rex during your time in the GAR, and it had been a complete fluke that you ran into him again after you both began your new lives. You didn’t contact each other often, but it was still nice to know that if you ever did need anything, you had someone who could help.

The door to the cantina opened and you saw someone step inside, but you hadn’t really gotten a good look at them. “I’ll be with you in a moment!” you called, wiping up a spill from before.

“Take your time,” the man said, and you could recognize that voice anywhere. You looked up to see the back of a clone trooper’s head as he took in the surroundings. His armor was mostly white with gray accents, but it lacked all the personal touches that the gray of the 104th battalion had on their armor. No, this was an imperial clone, likely one of higher rank due to the fact that he had any accents on his armor, rather than just the simple and stark white that the rest of the clone army had been forced to adopt.

Your entire body stiffened. Why was this man here? If he was here to take you in, why was he being so polite about it? What had you done here that put you on the Empire’s radar?

Trying not to seem like you were guilty of anything (if on the off chance he was not here to take you in you did not want to give him a reason to), you put the smile back on your face. “What can I help you with today?” you asked, and he turned around to face you.

“Can I get some water?” the clone asked, and you nodded.

So far it didn’t seem like this was any kind of hostile visit. As much as you disliked the Empire, you were not one to deny a tired soldier a drink, so you nodded and grabbed a glass from behind the bar. It was as you leaned down that you caught sight of a recognizable scar around the man’s eye, and you tried to keep yourself calm as you handed the full glass of water to him, along with a small container of snacks that you usually put out on the tables.

You had only worked with the 212th a handful of times, but you could recognize Commander Cody anywhere. The men of the 501st used to tease you about your little crush on the marshal commander, something they were not wrong about. But instead of positive feelings and a tearful reunion, worry took hold of your body at the sight of him. You had always been content to imagine that Cody got out just as Rex did, that he was somewhere living in the shadows like you, but this just disproved it in the worst way. You looked closely at his armor, and you could even see what you thought was some of the outlines that he used to have, and it broke your heart that the individuality you loved so much had been stripped away from him.

It didn’t seem like he had recognized you, so you took that as a blessing and continued to work around the cantina, stacking plates, preparing for the midday rush, and telling yourself to stop sneaking glances at Cody sitting at the bar. “Is the rest of your company here too?” you asked politely, hoping to get some more information out of him.

“No, it’s just me,” he said.

“You’re not lost, are you?”

He shook his head, the ghost of a smile crossing over his face. “I used to be, but not so much anymore. I could use directions to the nearest inn though.”

You nodded and directed him to the building three doors down, and he thanked you for the suggestion and asked for another glass of water. A coworker of yours had just arrived for work, so you just nodded and quickly filled the cup in front of him, still desperately hoping that he didn't recognize you. Now that you weren’t alone in the cantina, you quickly ducked into the back room and pulled out your comlink, immediately putting in Rex’s frequency.

When the holo-image of your friend appeared, he had a worried expression on his face. “Is everything okay?”

“Cody is here,” you said, head still reeling from the shock of it all.

Rex’s eyes widened. “Did he recognize you?”

You shook your head. “So far I don’t think so,” you said. “I asked if his entire company was here as well, and he said that he was alone, but not lost. It doesn’t seem like he’s here to take me in, but it almost seems like too crazy to be a coincidence.”

Rex paused before responding. “Is he still here?”

“Yes, and he asked me for directions to an inn, so I don’t think he’s going anywhere.”

“I’m barely two systems away, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Do you still work in the same place?” You nodded, and Rex continued to speak. “From what you said he doesn’t seem hostile, and I wouldn’t have put it past him to desert. Once the truth about the Empire comes out, I wouldn’t have expected him to stay.”

“But what about the chip?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” Rex responded. “That’s why I’m on my way, I don’t want to put you in any more danger than you are already.”

The comm cut out not long after, and you once again stepped into the main room of the cantina. Cody was still there, and you just watched him out of the corner of your eye as you attended to other things. The next time you looked over, he was gone, and you walked over to find a few credits on the table, along with a scribbled note on a spare napkin.

Thank you for your help.

It wasn’t signed, and it didn’t have your name on it, but you knew what it meant, and all you could do was hope that you would be able to see him again, in a situation where a more friendly reunion was on the table.

- the end -

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is-there-an-echo-in-here · 2 years

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"Cyar'ika"

Based on that post by @vclkyrxe

. . .

The pride Anakin constantly felt for his men was doubled with their latest victory and he swaggered down the hallways of the cruiser in an excellent mood.

The 501st had worked seamlessly alongside their brothers of the 212th, thriving under the joint leadership of Rex and Cody and making it out of their latest battle relatively unscathed, with minor injuries and zero fatalities. It was a tragically uncommon outcome.

Anakin congratulated the men he passed in the corridors, clasping shoulders and forearms, cherishing their smiles. Too often, they had so little to smile about. There were less and less troopers to greet as he neared the Jedi quarters; they had little need to venture down such hallways after all. Their absence saddened Anakin greatly, so used to their presence, wishing once again that he could be permitted to bunk with his men. The dog-piles of clones he often found himself in when resting mid-battle were surprisingly comfortable.

It wasn’t appropriate, however. Not for a Jedi.

Voices startled him, having expected that familiar, lonely silence, and curious at why it was broken.

“… more careful, general. Today could have gone much differently.”

It was Cody. Anakin knew the timbre of his voice. He must be debriefing with his general and, from what Anakin was overhearing, this particular debrief was more along the lines of a lecture. He smirked, leaned back against the wall outside his master’s room to listen to him get told off for once.

“You needn’t worry, Commander. I had it under control.”

“Sometimes I wonder if you know what that word means,” Cody huffed in reply to his general’s airy dismissal. “Fine. Don’t be careful. Just, keep in mind, someday I might not be there. I could get shot down mid battle and you may not notice for the duration—”

“Cody,” said Obi-Wan, quite firm, and Anakin recognised that tone: chiding, but ultimately so gentle. “I would feel your loss instantly.”

Anakin nodded, so enthused with agreement that he forgot briefly that he wasn’t a part of the conversation. The clones had a habit of downplaying their worth. They couldn’t be blamed, of course, having been created by those who believed they were expendable, but Anakin knew different. He knew that, if Rex should fall, he would feel it.

There was silence following Obi-Wan’s words but it broke now with Cody’s softened voice.

“It does not… invalidate my point, sir.”

“Cyar’ika,” Obi-Wan sighed and the word stuck in Anakin’s mind, knowing in his heart that it was important, feeling the weight and emotion behind it. “I hear you… and I will do my upmost to ease your anxiety.”

“That feels like a weak promise.”

“Well, I know if I tell you I’ll stop being reckless, you’ll just see right through me.”

Cody chuckled, completely genuine, untainted with bitterness or exasperation. It was such an unfamiliar sound. “I suppose it will do for now.”

There was a moment of silence. Anakin had to hold himself back from prying, from reaching out into the force to know what was happening in that room.

“I need to see to the men,” said Cody. “For some of them, a victory is just as hard as a defeat.”

“Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

“Of course, general.”

The door opened and Anakin almost tripped over himself, realising quickly that he would not get away in time and simply leaning back against the wall, resting his chin in his hand with as much feigned nonchalance as he could muster. His goal had been to not draw attention. When Cody exited the room, however, the commander looked right at him.

His helmet was tucked under one arm, his eyes widening a moment, just a fraction, in surprise, before he set himself a carefully neutral expression.

“General Skywalker,” he acknowledged, setting off down the corridor, and Anakin grimaced a smile through his fingers.

“Cody,” he said in reply, closing his eyes in self-frustration when the man was out of sight because he definitely knew Anakin had been eavesdropping.

He wasn’t the only one.

“Anakin.”

Slowly, he turned his head. His hand lowered from his mouth. “Hey…?”

“What are you doing out here?” Obi-Wan asked, looking slightly alarmed, though it may have been because his hair was slightly out of place.

“I was coming to change out of my armour,” said Anakin honestly, “and then, well, I wasn’t expecting Cody to be down here and it, y’know, caught me off guard for a minute.”

Obi-Wan had a thoroughly unconvinced expression on his face, but he said nothing to contradict his former apprentice. “Cody was debriefing me on the battle. The men did well; the Seventh Sky Corps were very effective… Although, he was unhappy with the way I handled myself towards the end.”

“You mean when you were free falling between gunships?”

Obi-Wan’s jaw shifted. “Yes, precisely.”

An uncertain silence stretched out and Anakin shifted his weight between his feet. “So,” said Anakin, hoping to ease his master’s obvious and uncharacteristic discomfort, “‘cyar’ika’…? Haven’t heard that one before.”

“Ah, yes,” replied Obi-Wan, aiming for nonchalant, but no less tense. “It’s a Mando’a word. A… term of endearment, I suppose, for someone I admire and respect very much. Cody—all the clones, in fact—they aren’t used to praise. It’s good for him to know that he is valued.”

Anakin nodded, eager to validate him. “Of course, Master. I agree.”

In Anakin’s mind at least, Obi-Wan wasn’t doing anything wrong. Anakin loved his men like brothers, valued each and every one of them and hoped he conveyed that as much as possible. He knew his master had qualms about attachment, but it was a difficult thing to avoid in war. Without their friends in the clones, they would be lost.

It seemed, however, that—despite his master’s disapproval of such things—he was making a special effort to relate to his men, using words of their heritage language to address them, to assure them they were important. The older clones were fluent in Mando’a and many made it their mission to pass that knowledge on to the younger generations, now that Jango Fett was no longer there to train them. They would rarely have full conversations, but Anakin heard them speak the language often, words and phrases in passing. It had become so natural that he hadn’t thought twice about it.

He was unfamiliar with this new word, however. Rex had never said that before. Anakin new the Kaminoans had not treated the clones well, but he saw Rex with his brothers—with their younger troopers especially—and he knew his captain had not taken much personality from his creators. He was good with the men. He was less willing to accept praise himself, however.

Anakin made a silent vow to change that.

. . .

Anakin spent the rest of the day honouring his vow, honouring his men left and right.

He did as he usually would, praising men in the corridors with “good work today”, and calling up to the clone mechanics atop the damaged gunships with “looking good”, and stopping by the infirmary with “rest up”. “Men” or “troops” would normally round off each encouraging call, but today he left them with “cyar’ika”. It earned him a lot of rapid blinking and confused smiles. Fives laughed aloud when he heard it.

“You too, sir!” he chortled when Anakin praised him in passing for a job well done, but he had always been boisterous. Jesse, walking beside him, stopped and stared, gaping a moment before Fives dragged him along.

Anakin knew the men must be accustomed to his praise by now, so he attributed their surprise to his newly learned term of affection and honour. He hadn’t spoken Mando’a before, it was true, and it clearly came as a surprise to his men. Anakin hoped they would become used to it. Each and every one of them deserved admiration.

“Captain,” Anakin greeted, settled in the debriefing chamber after an hour or so of practicing his new compliment, watching Rex enter, still fully armour-clad.

When the helmets were on, most clones preferred correct procedure and, as independently minded as Rex was, he was no different in that respect.

“Sir,” said Rex in return, lifted his hands to remove his helmet and it put Anakin at ease. “I spoke to the engineers. We only lost one gunship this time. The rest are repairable; some will need more time than others, but they’ll fly again.”

Anakin let him rattle on, listening patiently as his captain filled him in on battle time and potential changes. Rex was very much a man who believed his strategies could always be improved upon, no matter how much Anakin tried to praise him and his intelligence. It was just further proof of his humble, self-critical nature.

“Rex,” said Anakin, half interrupting his talk of rations and mentally kicking himself because he should have used that word. He would slip in in somewhere. “How are you? How are the men?”

“Very well, sir,” Rex replied with a small nod, not seeming surprised to be asked such a thing and that could only be good. “It’s not often we get out without losing anyone, so we’re all feeling very grateful. Worst injury out there are some second-degree burns. Kix is saying they’ll scar but won’t leave any lasting damage. We got lucky.”

“Luck has nothing to do with it. Your skill and tactical mind helped a lot of people today, cyar’ika. You should be proud.”

Rex didn’t brush off the praise as he usually would, and Anakin frowned as Rex stared, a slight flush to his cheeks.

“Sir,” he said eventually, cleared his throat, “if I may, where did you pick up that word?”

“Do the 501st not use Mando’a?” Anakin asked, worried now that Rex may have chosen to cut his Mandalorian ties and Anakin had just offended him. “I thought I heard you sometimes—”

“We—We do, sir. Many phrases are part of our daily… lingo, I suppose, but that…”

“Did I pronounce it wrong?”

“Sir… do you know what it means?”

It dawned on Anakin suddenly that it was an intimate thing to compliment someone in their own language. “Rex,” he said through an exhale, rising to his feet to take Rex’s shoulders. The captain’s flush deepened, keeping searching eyes on his general. “You deserve admiration. I know the Kaminoans taught you otherwise, but I make it a point not to listen to those who treat people like property… I know it’s a Mando’a word and I’m not a clone, so tell me if I’m overstepping, but I see us as brothers. I had hoped you felt the same.”

Rex gaped a moment, closing his mouth with a click. “Sir, I don’t think you know, so I’m just going to tell it to you straight. ‘Cyar’ika’ is a term of romantic endearment. Loosely translated it means ‘darling’ or… ‘sweetheart’.”

Anakin stared at him, slowly releasing his shoulders. The blushing was making sense now. “That can’t be right…”

“It’s what Fives calls his lovers… They seem to like it, I suppose, but—”

“That’s what Fives calls…?” Anakin echoed, trailing in disbelief because Fives’ response to being called Cyar’ika suddenly made a lot more sense now that he had that flirtatious context.

“What did you think it meant?”

“Well, I didn’t think that!” exclaimed Anakin, waving a hand because Rex’s lips were twitching in the beginnings of a grin. “Okay, no, there has to be some other context to it. Surely it can be used platonically.”

“It really can’t,” said Rex, tilted his head in interest. “Who taught you that word, sir?”

It clicked suddenly—properly this time—and Anakin exhaled in disbelief because there was no doubt in his mind that Obi-Wan knew the real meaning of that word. There was no question now that Obi-Wan had lied to him, or—at the very least—twisted the truth enough not to be honest at all.

“I made… an assumption,” said Anakin slowly, “and I was very mistaken.”

He wondered how deep his misunderstanding ran.

If it had reached a point where Obi-Wan was calling Cody by a name that could only be awarded to lovers, then the image he had created of his master in his mind must be very mistaken indeed.

#yeah fives is bisexual I don’t care #the clone wars #this idea grabbed me by the brain and wouldn’t let go #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #codywan #anakin skywalker #captain rex #arc trooper fives #fanfiction #tcw #kit writes

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chopper-base · 2 years

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In the Vents

212TH ONE-SHOT

@metalhusbands :one of the clones gets stuck in a vent - chaos insues

As you wish!!!!

(got the idea from @212th-chaos and @obiwanshusband tooka chaos)

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"What do you mean it's IN the vent?!?!" Cody practically yelled, throwing his arms up in exaggeration.

Waxer bowed his head, hiding his hands behind his back. "I didn't realize the vent cover was off so it sprinted towards it, I tried to grab it and it bit me and disappeared…"

Cody pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a drawn-out sigh. "There's a tooka loose in the ven- wait did you say it bit you?"

Waxer shrugged, still hiding his hands. "It's not that bad, sir."

Cody gave him an unbelieving glare. "Nice try. Med bay. Now," He pointed down the hall. "I'll go find someone to help find the damned thing."

Waxer nodded, heading towards the medbay as Cody started towards the barracks.

As the Commander got closer, he could hear laughing and yelling coming from beyond the door to the barracks. He wasn't sure what he expected to see beyond the door but he definitely didn't expect what he did find.

"Commander!" Boil shot up from where he was crouched on the floor. Next to him, someone was sticking halfway out of a vent, their waist up hidden inside. Boil looked from Cody to whoever was in the vent, back to Cody.

Cody crossed his arms, trying his best to refrain from laughing. "What the hell happened?"

Around Boil, other troopers were failing to control their laughter. "Well, sir," Boil started, barely containing his own laughter, "Waxer lost a tooka in the vent and Wooley saw it and tried to grab it and well…" he motioned to the pair of legs, "he got stuck."

Cody couldn't stop the amused chuckle as Wooley started to kicked his legs.

"Will you stop karking laughing and get me the kriff out?!?" Wooley's muffled yell only caused the boys to keel over laughing once more.

"I'm assuming pulling him out didn't work, then?" Cody asked, leaning against the door frame.

"We tried," Longshot piped up. "But his squeaking as we tried to pull him out-" he fell into a fit of giggles.

"So what you're saying is you bunch of di'kuts were all laughing too hard to pull him out?" Cody asked, his amused smirk never leaving his face.

"No, yeah. That about sums it up sir," Trapper put in between wheeze.

Cody was more laughing at his troopers trying their best to say things in a professional manner all while doubled over wheezing than Wooley screaming profanities through the vent.

"So," Cody made his way over, lightly kicking Wooley's leg. "How bout you lot get him out of the vent so we can find the missing tooka before it bites someone else?"

"I like that plan!" Wooley called out, kicking his legs again, accidentally hitting Cody in the process.

Unfortunately for Wooley, that just sent them all laughing again. Crys, who hadn't said a word since Cody arrived, was now struggling to breath, curled into a ball on the floor.

"What the kriff did I miss?"

Cody turned to see Waxer now standing in the open doorway, a bandage wrapped neatly around his hand.

Cody leaned his back against the wall, sparing a glance at Wooley. "Seems your tooka caused a bit of chaos in your absence."

Waxer chuckled to himself before walking over to Wooley, grabbing his leg and yanking hard. Wooley slid free from the vent and Waxer landed on his ass, wincing as his bandaged hand hit the floor.

Wooley rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling before getting up and launching himself at Boil who practically screamed. Wooley wrestled his vod to the floor. "This is for not getting me out, you karking di'kut!" He yelled as he put Boil in a headlock.

No one came to Boil's rescue and he squirmed to attempt to free himself.

Cody didn't move from his spot against the wall, content to watch the chaos unfold.

Wooley released Boil and latched himself to Longshot who started screaming at Crys to help him. Crys was of no help, still fighting to catch his breath.

Waxer stood up, stopping beside his Commander and his vode rolled around on the floor. "Should we-?"

"Nah," Cody interrupted. "They'll figure it out,"

Cody's attention was quickly drawn back to the vent as a soft meow was heard. Beside his foot the tabby tooka, also watching the chaos it had unknowingly caused.

"There's the little shit!" Wooley's voice called out.

"GET IT!"

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How Battle Changes: Forgiveness

Chapter 5

Pairing: Dogma x Jedi!reader, platonic Wolfpack,

Chapter description: You deal with the immediate aftermath of Umbara and make a decision that alters many lives

Warnings: unhealthy eating habits, reader has very little mental health stability, Umbara, chip arc doesn't happen for reasons in plot, mentions of decommissioning and death

Wordcount: 2 k

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Jedi attuned to the living force could see auras. People’s emotions manifested into the force around them, seeping into the air. You learned about colours, what they mean, and the blanks where colours unseen to the human eye mesh with the seen ones. Aura readers were often quick to rise to Jedi Council members for their ability to see lies and emotions when difficult choices were being made.

You remember reading of aura readers and interpreters as a youngling in the temple library. Madam Nu was ecstatic to have a curious child such as you exploring the library as soon as you could read.

You felt respected because of this ability.

That was before the war.

Afterwards, you learned to turn it off more and more. The overwhelming presence of black, death, was weighing you down and drowning you in an ocean of your own creation.

It’s the middle of the night when you receive the news.

You are hurried into your former master’s chamber by Comet and Sinker and sat across from him on a meditation pillow on the ground. Being woken up by a wide-eyed Wolffe when your chrono reads 2:04 AM, nearly carried out of the men’s barracks to the Jedi Temple under disguise without so much as a single reason why is frightening.

Both leave the room and let the door slide shut automatically behind him. But before it does, you hear a shaky exhale.

You shudder at what kind of news you are about to receive that it leaves them in this state.

“Master Plo?” you squeak out. The Kel Dor has no expression, the tox mask doesn’t allow it.

“At 11:47 PM I was summoned into the Jedi Council chamber with urgent news. The Council members forbade me from comming you or saying anything until the session came to an end fifteen minutes ago.” The voice in which he starts explaining runs a chill down your spine. This tone has only been used once in your life.

The battle in the Abregado system.

“Pong Krell, a revered Jedi Master, has betrayed the Republic and the Jedi Order by giving battle plans about the current siege on the planet Umbara to the Separatists. He has pitted two of the battalions under his command against each other with orders that the other is made of droids wearing clone armour.”

Your head starts spinning. Umbara. That’s where 501st are fighting now.

That’s where Dogma, the second half of your heart, is.

“He has accused two clones of treason and nearly had them executed, before being executed himself by a rogue clone trooper.”

It feels like you’re having a heart attack. Your throat hurts, your stomach swallows itself whole and every muscle in your hands goes haywire.

You don’t even have to ask the question. Your former master, the closest thing you have to a father, already knows. You don’t know whether Wolffe told him when you and Dogma grew closer or if he figured it out on his own, and you don’t care.

“Clone trooper Dogma is the one who executed him.”

The next thing you remember is happening several days later. You’re looking at a mirror in the bathroom adjacent to the Jedi Council room.

Your eye bags stretch to your cheeks. Your eyes look ghostly and dead, yet still hold unbeatable determination. You don’t remember how you got where you are, but you’re holding a paper filled with miniscule handwriting.

YOUR handwriting.

You search your mind but there is only black. A pharmacist tells you several days later that you’ve experienced stress-induced memory loss.

Dogma is on trial for treason, and general Skywalker, commander Tano and general Kenobi are supposed to be character witnesses for the 501st and 212th. You’re here because you can determine if he’s lying, based on the changes and colours of his aura.

You throw up quietly into the sink. It’s mainly stomach acid.

You haven’t eaten in days.

By the time you’re called to the stand, the paper you have written is wrinkled and damp with sweat.

You let it flow to the ground the second you lay eyes upon Dogma. The light of your life, your other half. Handcuffed at a public trial for shooting down the man who orchestrated the deaths of thousands of his brothers.

No one in this room but you, Wolffe, Rex and Plo know about the relationship.

“Now, we call to the stand Jedi Knight (Y/N) (L/N), an aura reader,” says the speaker with a powerful voice.

You step up and look at the people on trial. Fives, Jesse and Dogma.

A single glance on the jury makes you shudder. Jedi Council members and several non-jedi Admirals and Governor-generals.

“We ask you to tell us the truth and only the truth, for the sanctity…” the speaker drones on, but you stop listening after the first sentence. The three look so pale and scared…

“-now, swear under the oath of the Republic, Jedi Knight (L/N).” The very last sentence rings clear in your mind.

You resist the urge to bark out a laugh. Jedi having to swear under the Republic, having to go to court and interrogate witnesses- and potential criminals.

Oh how the mighty have fallen.

“I swear.”

The speaker looks to you and nods. He opens a datapad, but it’s too far away for you to see anything.

“We will now ask the accused a series of questions and you are required to tell us if his baseline colour changes.”

“I understand.”

You repeat everything back like a robot. ‘Colour remains unchanged, colour shifted towards warmer tones, the accused is telling the truth…’

It all blends together. All you see is Dogma’s face, refusing to look at you to not arouse suspicion, eyes burning into a spot on the ground. He only answers with a curt ‘yes’ or ‘no’ here and there, as the speaker walks them through the timeline of the Umbaran battles. Towards the end, the questions start leaning towards more psychological purposes.

You know the speaker is about to ask the final question. You know exactly what that question is going to be.

Your voice cuts through the monotone questioning like a lightsaber and rings into the expansive chamber, housing hundreds of witnesses to the trial.

“Don’t you dare ask them if they regret what they did.”

The speaker looks taken aback as you hold his gaze with a glare of steel. Out of your peripheral vision, you see all three troopers snap their heads towards you and you hear one of them gasp. You know it’s Dogma.

“I beg your pardon, Jedi Knight (L/N)?” the speaker sounds offended. You know that he should have no stakes in a trial like this and be impartial, but the further the questioning went the more his aura showed reddened and yellowed hues. Anger, want for justice, passion.

He was enjoying this.

“I said, don’t you dare ask them if they regret what they did. If you had executed a separatist spy, nobody would care. The trial is only happening because the person behind the blaster was a clone!” you snarl out. The speaker flinches as if slapped and his aura flares up with red and grey. Anger and fear.

“If it came out today that a respected senator had been feeding civilians to the separatist forces, the traitor would be executed and the person who did it would be seen as a hero. Hell, if I had killed Krell, I would be PRAISED, while they have to BEG for forgiveness!” you practically scream out.

You turn away from the speaker into the crowd, pointing an accusatory finger. You deliberately avoid eye contact with the clones to alleviate any suspicion of your intent. As much as you want to scream into the world that you want to marry him and run away, you know it wouldn’t do him any good. He would be executed and you would be dismissed from the order.

“Look at you, people demanding justice for the general! So quick to dismiss the clones’ humanity! They fight for you, they are the reason you can go sleep in your beds every night and enjoy living in the Republic!”

In the corner of your eye in the security of the court, you see a single Coruscant guard soldier move, as if to stop you from speaking further for inappropriate behaviour, but another guard puts a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“There were times when a Jedi doing this would be seen as a much bigger problem. How did the system manage to not see it sooner? How did we fail at raising him? BUT NOW, now we just put our head in our hands and cry, because they were always bound to be traitors! The whole system is FUCKED if our PEACEKEEPERS are GENERALS! Jedi Padawans as young as THIRTEEN are sent to command on a battlefield.”

You are completely numb on the surface, but the rage threatens to snap out like a stretched rope.

“I LOVED being a Jedi! But this war has soured all this for me, and for many others. So many Jedi Commanders and Generals want to end the war and yet it continues, only to fill the pockets of the ones trading OUR FUCKING LIVES!”

Almost three years of war have torn down any gentle feeling you might have towards the galaxy.

Your lip trembles. A single sweep over the chamber gives you a look at all the cameras pointed at you, no doubt streaming your ghastly face to billions of people on the holonet. Fives looks astonished with his bound hands against his chest. Jesse’s eyes are wide and even from this distance you can see his whole body shaking.

You don’t even want to glance at Dogma. You might break.

You look at the audience, seething.

“I know the sentence the clone troopers would have gotten. ARC-Trooper Jesse and ARC-Trooper Fives would be demoted to Kamino and reconditioned. Clone Trooper Dogma would be decommissioned as an example.”

You stretch your hands and make a show of spinning around, showing your sick appearance to the public eye.

“So rejoice people, as you execute THE HEROES of this story. But let me tell you something.”

There are numerous Kamino representatives in the crowd and in the jury. You know exactly where to look.

“If anything nefarious were to happen to these three troopers, I will never stop being your problem,” you scoff very loudly, over-exaggerated, and bare your teeth in a snarl, “but you probably don’t even think it’s worth it, because what’s three more clones out of commission.”

In the seated journalists from the public, you spot the chancellor in his formal attire, outside his official robes.

The rope snaps.

You take your lightsaber out of your belt loop. The Coruscant guard soldiers start moving the second the weapon is brought into the play, even if they agree with your rage-filled accusations towards the public.

Holding it in hand is a familiar feeling. You toss it in the air once, as if to figure out its weight for show, and then you throw it toward the Jedi Council in the jury in a beautiful arc that lands it directly into the hand Mace Windu stretches out to catch.

“Now I will be your monster no longer. I will walk out of this chamber a free person, and so will they.”

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After the trial has ended and the media has been sent into a frenzy, the Chancellor retires to his living quarters.

Under the guise of the night, he opens a secure comm channel. His robe is thrown over his face, leaving him shrouded in the same darkness that surrounds him in the Force.

The moving image of Count Dooku immediately picks up.

"I believe we have found ourselves another Inquisitor. They have made quite the enemy of the Kaminoans today. We have to employ some protective measures."

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A Gentleman Walks The Lady Home

Pairing: Jammer x reader

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Word count: 1,034

A/N: I found this fic a while back; I’m not entirely sure when I wrote it, but it’s cute so here you go

You were accustomed to sleepless nights. You had to be, with a war going on. There was always more work to be done and apparently you were the only one who would do it. No one ever said working in the Senate would be a low stress occupation, so you’d brought this on yourself really.

Whenever Jammer was on leave, he’d come visit you in your little office. The Guard was familiar with the sight of his blue and gray armor slipping through the halls and dodging senators and did their best to steer clear of him. His battalion had arrived on Coruscant late one night while you were still going over a new motion introduced that day by a rambling senator who just couldn’t seem to arrive at their point.

“It’s late, you know.”

You didn’t even flinch at the sound of his voice. Even when you didn’t know he was coming, he couldn’t surprise you anymore.

“So go to bed.”

Jammer’s helmet entered your field of vision when he set it on the edge of your desk and moved to stand behind you.

“You should sleep. I hear it’s pretty important for nat-borns.”

“You’re still human, Jammer. You need it too.”

His breath fanned over the back of your neck as he leaned forward to read the files you were going over.

“Hey. Senate business.”

You jerked the datapad away from him and glanced back with narrowed eyes. He always thought it was fun to try to sneak a peek at whatever confidential files you were working with, though you both knew he’d never say a word about it. He was loyal that way, avoiding anything that could get you in trouble.

“Then leave it here in the Senate building and go get some rest.”

“I still have more to do.”

“And you always will. A senator’s work is never done.”

You rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m not a senator.”

“You may as well be. Maybe when the war is over, you can be the senator for the clones. Represent our voice here.”

“Wouldn’t you want a clone to do that?”

“We aren’t meant for mind numbing politics. Odds are, we’d end up picking fights with the wrong people and ruining everything.”

You laughed softly at that. It was true that none of the clones were political. Even the Guard members would likely be a disaster in a senatorial setting; especially Fox or Staley.

“That’ll just have to be a conversation for another day then.”

Jammer took your concession and stepped back from your chair to grab his helmet again. Once you were standing as well, he offered his arm.

“C’mere sweetheart. Let me walk you home.”

You slipped your arm through his and turned off the lights, closing the door behind you as you left. Staley was posted by the nearest exit and gave you a little wave as you walked past. You returned it and Jammer did the same.

“See you tomorrow, Commander.”

“You’ll see Bex, Staley.” Under his breath, he added, “With any luck, I’ll be far away from both of you.”

You smirked at the memory of the first time you’d seen the chaotic guard and the troublesome trooper together. They’d been running at full speed away from a trooper in the 212th who was threatening to strangle them with the blacks they’d covered with itching powder. Bex had nearly crashed right into you, but Staley yanked him aside just in time. Despite your moment of surprise, you’d recovered quickly and let them slip through your open door to hide in your office. Jammer had been more annoyed than anyone when he found out about it later.

Jammer knew the way to your apartment by heart. You made your way through the dark in comfortable silence, taking in the cool air and distant sounds of traffic. You were lucky to have a relatively close place. Extravagance had never been your style, so it was a small and simple apartment. You were rather sentimental though, so each shelf was crowded with figurines, statues, or old toys. The walls were covered with pictures of your loved ones and friends. Jammer had hardly been able to speak when he noticed the most common figure after yourself was him.

When you reached your door, Jammer waited for you to unlock it. He never left until he was sure you’d made it safely into your apartment.

“Thank you for walking me home Jammer. You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. Can’t have my future senator getting mugged or something. The city is a dangerous place.”

“Pretty sure the warzones you go to are worse.”

“I’d say it’s up for debate.”

He gave you one of his rare smiles. The one that made his scar look softer and seemed to shine in the dim light.

“Now go to bed for me. Please.”

You gave a dramatic sigh as you threw your head back.

“I suppose I can do that. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Absolutely. I’ll have meditation with the general, and I’ll have to write up a report.”

“Well you’re always welcome to do that in my office. I didn’t put a cozy chair in there for nothing.”

The commander nodded. He was always a little thrown off when you did things like that. He just wasn’t used to someone going out of their way to do something kind for him.

“Alright. Now go inside and lock the door.”

You did so and leaned back against it. As quiet as it was, it was easy to hear Jammer’s voice through the door.

“It’s locked?”

“Yep.”

“And you’re going to bed now?”

“Yes, mom.”

You didn’t need to see him to know he was rolling his eyes.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Jammer.”

You drifted off to sleep soon after, thinking of the commander you so dearly loved. Jammer made his way back to the barracks, where his brothers were settling into their cuddle pile. They shifted around until he was in the middle with them. None of them needed to ask where he’d been and he was glad they didn’t. It just gave him the peace and quiet necessary to fall asleep thinking of you.

#jammer x reader #commander jammer #my clone oc #commander jammer x reader #reader insert #female reader #my writing #haven writes #old fic from my docs

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cc-cobalt-1043 · 2 years

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Star wars the clone wars Valor of war (my star wars AU)

Episode 1: Seige of Adora:

War rages on, with the seperatist army attacking planets all over the galaxy the Republic and their powerful Clone army alongside the Jedi order must stop them.

On the planet of Ardoa, the 501st and 212th as well as Jedi generals Obi wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker as well as padawan Ahsoka Tano must Repell them.

In the Republic base Obi wan, Anakin, Ashoka, as well as captian Rex and commander Cody were in the briefing room discussing their next move.

"The capital city is the final part of our objective, we take that and we've freed the city." Cody said.

"However the large amount of droids, plus the sheer size of the city is going to make that a harder task, as such we shall split into groups." Obi wan.

He then looked at the group.

"Anakin and a squad of men will focus on this area, Ahsoka and Rex eill converge here and me and Cody will take the middle, if all goes well we should all meet together at the end and finish off any remaining droids that are still around." Obi wan said.

"You should also know that Dooku is here as well, so you should take great care when facing him, and call either me, general Kenobi or commander Tano for assistance, understood." Anakin said.

"Yes sir." All the clones chorused at once.

"Alright then, everyone prepare for battle, we move it in one hour." Rex said.

All the other clones filed out and Anakin, Obi wan, Cody, Rex and Ashoka followed a moment later.

Later:

With obi wan:

The 212th were fighting a number of droids in the Street.

Blaster shots went everywhere and there were several small explosions as grenades and rockets from both sides were fired.

"General, on your left." Cody called.

Obi wan jumped out of the way just as shot from an AAT exploded right where Obi wan was standing.

"Thank you Cody." Obi wan said to Cody who nodded.

Obi wan looked at the tank.

"That tank is certainly putting a damper on my day." Obi wan said.

"It's no good sir, our troops can't get a good shot at it from here." Cody said.

Obi wan hummed and quickly thought up a plan.

"Waxer, Boil come with me". Obi wan said.

"We're with you sir." Waxer said as he and Boil followed Obi wan.

The three Went onto a large roof directly above the AAT.

"Waxer, prepare to jump." Obi wan said.

"Sir?" Waxer asked nervously.

"Don't worry I have a plan." Obi wan reassured him.

Waxer nodded.

"I'm ready sir." He said.

"Now." Obi wan called.

Waxer jumped and Obi wan used the force to lower him onto the hatch of the tank.

Waxer gave Obi wan a thumbs up before opening the hatch.

"Hey, what are you doing, this is my tank." The droid pilot protested before Waxer shot him and threw him out the tank.

Waxer quickly got to the gun controls.

"Your turn Boil." Obi wan said.

"Yes sir." Boil said.

He jumped and Obi wan used the force to lower him behind the tank.

Obi wan then jumped down himself.

Obi wan cut open the door to the tank to find three droids there.

"You said we'd be safe in here." One said.

"Come on, there's three of us and only two of them." The second droid said defensively.

"It won't matter." The third replied gloomily.

Obi wan cut two of the droids down with his lightsaber and boil shot the third.

Boil then took the controls of the tank.

Boil piloted the tank so it was directly behind the droids.

"Alright Waxer, let e'm have it." Boil said.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE." Waxer yelled.

Waxer fired the main turret a few times and the droids were practically decimated.

Obi wan, Waxer and Boil got out the tank and Cody came over.

"Nice work general." Cody said.

"Thank you Cody, now let's get moving, we've got a battle to win here." Obi wan said.

"Yes sir, you heard him men, let's go." Cody ordered.

The 212th started moving again.

Meanwhile:

A group of commando droids were fighting against a team of 501st troopers but were starting to be overwhelmed.

The captian got on his commlink and a hologram of Dooku appeared.

"Count Dooku, we're recieving a high amount of resistance, we're being overwhelmed." The droid said.

"Then retreat, and lure the clones into the trap I have set." Dooku ordered.

"Roger Roger." The captian said before cutting off the hollogram.

The clone lieutenant leading the clones fired more shots at the droids hitting one.

The droids started retreating and the clones followed still firing at them.

With Rex and Ahsoka:

Rex and Ashoka were fighting off the last few droids at their position.

"This looks like the last of the driods here." Ahsoka said.

"Yeah, hopefully general Skywalker and general Kenobi show up soon." Rex said blasting another droid.

Rex's comm went off.

"Captian Rex, this is CT-0212, we think we have something." A clones voice said over the comm.

"I'll be right there lieutenant." Ahsoka said.

She looked at Rex.

"You think you can handle the rest of these driods?" Ahsoka asked.

"Yeah, you go ahead commander." Rex said.

Ahsoka nodded and left with a few troops.

Not long later Ahsoka arrived where the lieutenant and his troops were waiting.

"Lieutenant Trix, what have you got?" Ahsoka asked.

"We were following a group of commando droids when they went down this alleyway, we heard it may be rigged with a boobytrap so we decided to call for help." Trix informed her.

"What do you reckon the trap is?" Ahsoka asked.

"Mines, tanks, bombs, knowing the seppies it could be anything." Trix said.

"Okay then, we'll proceed forward, but be cautious." Ahsoka said.

"Yes commander, let's move men." Trix said signalling to the troops behind him.

They hadn't been walking long when suddenly a number of blaster turrets opened up and started firing at them.

At the same time the squad of commando droids returned and added their blasterfire to the barrage.

"Ambush!" Trix exclaimed firing his own blaster back at the droids.

"Get to cover." Ahsoka ordered deflecting shots with her lightsabers.

The clones and Ahsoka spread out and found cover.

One commando droid lunged at Trix brandishing a vibroblade but the lieutenant fought against the droid and in the end stabbed it through the chest with it's own weapon.

A flurry of sparks flew from the droid as it's body crumpled to the ground like a rock.

The fierce battle kept on for several minutes but soon the droids were pushing forward.

"I don't think we can hold this position any longer sir." Trix said.

"Alright Trix, tell the men to fall back." Ahsoka said.

"That won't be necessary snips." A voice said over the comm.

Just then Anakin, Fives, and Echo appeared.

The droids instantly started firing upon their new foes and Anakin jumped over to Ahsoka.

"Thanks for the assist master, but what are you doing here?" Ahsoka asked.

"Well we already finished our battle so I thought we'd just pop over here and help you with yours." Anakin said.

With the help of their reinforcements the group finished up the last of the droids.

"That'll teach those clankers to never mess with the 501st." Fives said.

"You got that right Fives." Echo agreed.

"We'd better meet up with Obi wan, or he'll think we're dead or something." Anakin joked.

They got to the staging area where Obi wan, Cody, Rex and the others were all waiting.

"Well it's nice to see you finally made it Anakin, good to see you again Ahsoka." Obi wan said.

"General, all platoons have reported in." Cody said.

"Thank you Cody, order all the men to block all the exits in and out of the base, we don't want anyone escaping." Obi wan said.

"Yes sir." Cody said walking over to the troops.

"So what now?" Anakin asked.

"We will all rest for a while and attend to our Wounded, then we shall plan a strategy for attacking the base, and possibly capturing Dooku." Obi wan said.

"If we capture him he could prove essential to ending the war." Ahsoka said.

"Precisely why we must plan accordingly, for now you are both dismissed." Obi wan said smiling at both Anakin and Ahdoka.

"Yes master." Anakin said before walking over to Rex with Ahsoka in tour.

Obi wan then went over to Cody and the 212th.

With the captial city taken the 501st and 212th were able to surround the seperatist outpost in a seige.

After resting they preceded on inside where they would receive heavy resistance from a skilled seperatist commander.

One who has been commanding battle droids since before they even joined the seperatists.

Just before the Republic attacked Adora they'd been recycling some of the old OOM series droids, you'll remember these as the ones who attacked Naboo about eleven years before the clone wars began.

Anyways, as I said they've been recycling and upgrading a number of these and placing them into their already massive army.

The commander I'm referring to, was one of these droids.

A commander that went by the name of, OOM-9.

Seperatist base, two weeks before the battle:

In a workshop a Seperatist engineer was working on repairing a droid lying on the table in front of him.

Dooku watched with interest as the engineer worked.

After a few minutes the engineer put away his tools and turned to Dooku.

"He is ready my lord." The engineer said.

"Switch him on." Dooku ordered.

"Yes sir." The engineer said before pressing the droids on switch.

There was a whir of mechanics following by the slight creaking of metal bolts and armour as the droid activated and stood on it's feet.

"Commander OOM-9 reporting for duty, my lord." The droid said standing at attention.

"Welcome to the seperatist army OOM-9, I am sure you shall do your purpose proudly." Dooku said.

"Roger Roger." OOM-9 said nodding.

Dooku smirked.

The present day:

The 501st were walking down a corridor when several bronze and black battle droids attacked.

"Blast em' boys." Anakin said force pulling a blaster into his hands and opening fire.

Trix fired a few shots at a droid and it went down but then it simply got up again and continued firing.

"Damm, these clankers have tough armour." Trix said firing at the droid again.

This time the droid went down and stayed down.

Several droids started firing from behind.

"We're cut off." Echo said.

The clones got behind cover as they continued firing at the droids.

The command center:

OOM-9 watched this from one of the security cameras before turning his attention to the 212th who were marching down another corridor.

"We have them now, send in the super commandoes." OOM-9 said.

"Roger Roger." A battle droid said pressing a button.

With the 212th:

The 212th were going down another corridor when several commando droids with blue and gold markings appeared, they were followed by a commando with gold markings who was obviously their commander.

"Commando droids." Cody growled aiming his blaster.

"Show no mercy." The commander ordered.

The droids opened fire at the the clones who promptly fired back.

One commando droid had its blaster shot from it's hand but it simply activated a laser sword on it's arm and lunged at Obi wan, attacking with a flurry of fury and precision that actually had Obi wan surprised.

One point for seperatist engineering I guess.

"Wow, they've really stepped up their engineering haven't they." A young shiny commented.

"You can say that again kid." Cody said nodding in agreement.

After several minutes of fighting the commandoes were destroyed.

Obi wan looked and saw a men men dead and serval wounded, he looked to his chief medical officer Helix.

"Helix, you and some men take the injured back outside, the rest off of us will press on." Obi wan said.

"Yes sir." Helix said nodding before moving over to the injured troopers.

"What now general?" Cody asked.

"We're going to head to the command center and disable the commander there, I'll send Anakin after Dooku." Obi wan said.

Obi wan activated his commlink.

"Anakin, Anakin come in." Obi wan said.

With the 501st:

Anakin and the 501st were still fighting off the advanced OOM droids when Anakin's comm beeped.

"Anakin, Anakin come in." Obi wan's voice said.

"Master I'm kinda in the middle of something here." Anakin said.

"I'm heading to the command center, I want you to go to the main hangar and hold your position there, do not let anyone escape, and take extreme care, Dooku may be on his way there." Obi wan said.

"All over it master." Anakin said.

With that Anakin cut down the last droid.

"Everyone, too the hangar." Anakin said.

The clones and Ahsoka nodded and ran to the hangar.

With the 212th:

Obi wan and his clones arrived outside the command center.

"This is it general." Cody said.

"Right, is everybody ready?" Obi wan asked.

The clones nodded.

"NOW!" Obi wan exclaimed opening the door.

The clones burst into the command center blasters blazing.

OOM-9 and the droids inside fired back with their own blasters.

Obi wan force pushed a droid at OOM-9 who simply caught it and threw it aside.

"Hello there." Obi wan said.

"General Kenobi, you certainly are brave." OOM-9 said.

"Your move." Obi wan said.

"Jedi, we fight to the death." OOM-9 said throwing aside his blaster and withdrawing a vibroblade.

Obi wan drew his drew his lightsaber and he and the droid began to Duel.

With the 501st:

The 501st had just finished securing the hangar when Anakin looked apprehensive.

"It's Dooku, he's on his way."

"We'll take him together." Ahsoka said.

"No, I have a plan, but I need you to follow it to the letter." Anakin said his face serious.

Ahsoka nodded.

Not long later they were set.

Dooku walked in and didn't look surprised at the sight of Anakin.

"Skywalker, I should have expected you'd be here." Dooku said calmly.

"You've one chance to stand down now Dooku, or I'll bring you to justice myself." Anakin said.

"You should know I'll never surrender to the likes of you jedi." Dooku said pulling his lightsaber from his belt and igniting it.

"So be it." Anakin said withdrawing his own lightsaber and charging at Dooku.

Jedi Knight and sith lord fought, red blade meeting blue and several times it seemed one would end the other but nothing happened.

Ahsoka, Rex, Echo, Fives and Trix watched this from the corners.

"Wait for his mark, the moment he gives the word, we attack." Ahsoka said.

With Obi wan:

Obi wan and OOM-9 were still fighting.

"You know this war isn't necessary, all it has brought it the deaths of so many people, you will gain nothing by continuing it." Obi wan said as he dodged a strike from the droid's vibroblade.

"I'm not in this war to take over the galaxy jedi, I'm in it for the glory of my droid brethren, we will bring an age of peace and security to the galaxy." OOM-9 said.

Obi wan disarmed the droid and a couple of clones grabbed him.

"Not like this you won't, all your brothers are doing is bringing suffering and pain to the galaxy." Obi wan said.

"Jedi, elitist scum." OOM-9 growled breaking free of the clones. "Do you have any idea just how many beings suffered because of your Republic."

Obi wan was silent at the droid's words.

"Of course you don't, you were just sitting there in your precious temple running after your precious senate, just like puppets in a play." OOM-9 said.

Before anyone could stop him OOM-9 threw a flash grenade into the air and ran from the room grabbing his vibroblade and punching aside a couple of clones as he went.

"All droids retreat to the hangar, Adora is lost, we most retreat while we are still standing." OOM-9 ordered.

Obi wan rubbed his eyes and once he could see somewhat clearly and the ringing in his ears stopped he got on the commlink.

"Anakin, the droid commander is headed your way, his name is OOM-9, try and stop him." Obi wan said.

In the hangar:

Anakin and Dooku we're still dueling when Dooku threw Anakin to the ground.

"A bold but foolish fight my boy, but you have lost, give qui Gon my regards." Dooku said raising his lightsaber.

"NOW." Anakin yelled.

The clones all emerged firing stun blasts and Dooku after taking several shots was brought to his knees.

Anakin grabbed Dooku and jumped into the air before force slamming him hard into the floor.

The clones and Ahsoka surrounded Dooku weapons raised, Anakin stood in front of him.

Dooku got to his feet but after walking a few steps forward fell to his knees in front of Anakin.

"It seems I'm unarmed and at your mercy, so tell me Anakin, do you intend to bring me in, or to end this here and now." Dooku said.

Anakin didn't say anything and pulled out his blaster aiming at Dooku's head.

The sir suddenly exploded with shots as OOM-9 and the remaining battle droids ran into the room and surrounded the group, OOM-9 had his blaster aimed directly at Anakin's head.

"Oh kriff." Trix cursed.

After a minute of tense silence OOM-9 broke it.

"Return count Dooku to us and I will allow you to live." OOM-9 said.

"Never trust a clanker, kick Dooku's shebs." Trix said aiming his blaster at OOM-9.

Anakin looked at Dooku then at his men and Ashoka, then OOM-9.

"OOM-9, do I have your word?" Anakin asked.

There was a tense standoff that lasted several seconds as both factions had blasters ready to fire but then to everyone's suprise OOM-9 lowered his blaster.

Anakin lowered his own and allowed Dooku to trudge over to OOM-9.

"My lord." OOM-9 said.

Dooku looked at the jedi and clones.

"OOM-9 may have given you his word, but I did not, DESTROY THEM." Dooku said.

The battle droids all opened fire which was quickly returned by the clones.

Dooku and OOM-9 ran into the shuttle which quickly took off.

On the shuttle:

"You sacrificed a minor objective to save your superior officer, you shall make a fine general." Dooku said before walking away.

OOM-9 followed.

In the hangar:

The last of the droids had been destroyed and Obi wan and the others had got there just in time to clear up.

"I'm afraid Dooku and OOM-9 escaped master." Anakin said.

"Yes I'm afraid they have, but we have freed the planet." Obi wan said.

"Now the seperatists have a new general, what do you think they'll do with him?" Ashoka asked.

"Use him no doubts about it, Dooku would be a fool if he didn't, and Dooku is many things, a fool is not one of them." Obi wan said.

I'm sorry to say he was right, many times over the war OOM-9 and his forces were deployed and under his influence the seperatist military structure improved greatly, gaining many more victories to their belt.

And to their credit, these victories as much as I hate to say it, were very well earned.

OOM-9's forces in particular operated with both power, efficiency and brilliant tactics.

Not long after the battle of Adora ended the 501st and 212th were sent to several new battles in the surrounding system, some of them more vital than others, one in particular was almost lost to the seperatists.

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THE BAD BATCH: THE RUNAWAY

Chapter 56 - On the Wings of Keeradaks

So I realized I'm a couple chapters behind on this story on Tumblr and I apologize for never updating. I kind of went on a hiatus as life was hectic, and it was a much needed break. But I'm gettin' that writing itch and REALLY want to get to the Bad Batch series!! So I'm back baby!!

Enjoy!!!

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It was quiet in the room as Tech began working on the consoles again to get Echo unplugged from the tubes and wires attached to him. They couldn't just simply pull them out, otherwise it would cause considerable damage to both his body and mind, and the results could be fatal.

A surge of anger went through Calli as she looked at all the cybernetics the Techno Union had implanted in Echo, basically turning him into a machine. And the parts of him that were still human weren't any better looking. He was extremely skinny, his ribs visible and cheeks and stomach sunken in, not to mention his skin was a terrible gray color and Calli couldn't help but think he resembled a live skeleton (not in a cruel way, it was just an observation).

Calli felt at a loss for what to do. Tech obviously didn't need her help and Rex tasked himself with keeping Echo calm. She considered doing a scan of his human body to see what state it was in internally, but something stopped her from taking out the scanner from Tech's backpack where she knew it was. Maybe it's because she knew how she felt around any medical device/medic droids after her experience with being experimented on. It was likely that Echo was an experiment for the Techno Union, and even though he's disoriented, he may still panic when Calli approached him with the scanner and she didn't want to put him through that.

So she awkwardly sat by as Rex tried to ask Echo some questions, such as how he got here, but the ARC Trooper could only offer a weak "I don't know" to all of Rex's queries. Calli then noticed he began shivering a little as he became more conscious of his surroundings and the fact that his internal body temperature was lower than it should be, if the frost on his skin that WASN'T melting was any indication.

In a feeble attempt to warm him, Calli took off her cape and draped it over Echo's shoulders, which made the ARC Trooper feebly turn his head to look at her, yet all he saw was a trooper helmet with markings that were unfamiliar to him. It wasn't the classic white armor with blue decals, nor orange like the 212th - in fact he'd never seen black clone trooper armor. And despite being out of it he was able to realize the small, lean (yet still with a slight muscle) build of the trooper, unlike his other brothers.

"Who... Who are you?" He asked slowly, still very groggy and dazed. Calli smiled warmly, then remembered she had her helmet on and lifted it to where it rested atop her head and gave Echo a two finger salute while introducing herself.

"ARC Trooper Scar, at your service." She said with a chipper voice to lighten the mood. Echo now looked more confused and Calli wished she'd left out the ARC Trooper part. She was about to go into a whole spiel, even if in his current state Echo wouldn't be able to process the narrative of her life and why she was an ARC trooper. Thankfully before she could embarrass herself, the doors to the room opened and Skywalker jogged in. The doors remained open and Calli had a clear view of the others who continued holding off the droids.

"Situation's almost under control out there." He said, stopping in front of the trio sitting on the floor, looking at them then to Tech, "How's it going in here?"

"I'm still trying to decrypt Echo's cerebral interface. Until I do, we cannot disconnect him from this computer system." Tech informed without looking up from the console. Skywalker nodded and his expression softened as he focused back on Echo.

"How is he, Rex?"

"He's too weak to walk." Rex said grimly while standing up to talk to the General face to face, trusting Calli to remain at Echo's side temporarily. Echo was staring blankly at nothing, forgetting about the stranger next to him, "Very disoriented. Doesn't even remember how he got here. He remembers being at the Citadel, but that's about it."

"Any word on the extraction squad?"

"We called it in, but no word back." Calli piped up from the floor and Skywalker sighed but didn't seem too disappointed at that statement.

"Well, that's no surprise. We knew when we got into this we'd be on our own."

"It's gonna get more difficult to get out of here." Calli's expression became one of concern and she looked at Echo with pursed lips as she wracked her mind for a brilliant plan. One glance at the door showed that the others were falling back. Eventually they walked backwards into the small hallway and Crosshair jabbed his wrist gauntlet into the control panel, which made the doors close. A few seconds later the doors began being pried open by droids and Hunter and Crosshair tried to close them but one droid managed to get their head through. Wrecker proceeded to rip the head off and while Hunter and Crosshair were using all their strength to keep the doors closed, Wrecker stepped in and easily closed them with minimal effort. Hunter and Crosshair began fusing the doors together soon after that.

"There are several squads of droids closing in." Hunter said once they were finished, loud enough so the ones by the chamber could hear. Crosshair took a couple steps back and flipped down his rangefinder along with a second disc that allowed him to see more than just heat signatures, in this case droids.

"Enemy approaching. Droids lots of 'em." Crosshair informed, flipping the rangefinder back up and looking back at the others.

"How long can you hold them off?" Skywalker asked the Bad Batch.

"How long do you need?" Was Hunter's smooth answer, basically saying they still had a few tricks up their sleeves and could provide more time if necessary. This didn't ease the General's concern and he asked Tech how much longer it was going to take.

"Not yet. I need more time." Calli could hear Tech's frantic heartbeat, not exactly panicking but he knew the time crunch and was getting frustrated.

Outside their temporary safe haven, the Techno Union sent a decimator droid to take care of the clones and Jedi. It was circular, and had up to twelve electrical tendrils that searched for organic matter (i.e. humans) and if one was found the rest of the tendrils would group together and vaporize the target.

As the minutes ticked by, Hunter and the others had to close and seal the second set of doors, as the decimator droid had laser cutters and breached the first ones. Just when everyone thought they'd have to take on the hundreds of droids on the other side of the doors, Tech typed in one last command into the computer.

"I've got it." He declared, looking at Rex, "We can unplug him now." Calli grabbed ahold of Echo's arm and helped him stand. He leaned over the console and Rex brushed Calli's cape out of the way and reluctantly grasped one of the wires attached to Echo. After a slight hesitation, he yanked the wire and Echo's face screwed up in pain but he remained standing, gripping his human hand on the console to steady himself as Rex moved to another wire. Calli wondered if she should have been the one to do this, as Rex wasn't being gentle in the slightest. She at least had some experience with cybernetics and such. Her point was proven as Rex pulled the second then third wire and Echo collapsed to the floor. He let out a few haggard breaths before looking back up at Rex, saying the Captain's name weakly.

"What is it?" Rex asked with worry, fearing something had gone wrong when he removed the wires. Echo looked serious for a second - then the smallest of smiles appeared on his face.

"I got a big headache." He said, chuckling lightly and Rex couldn't help but break out in a smile at his brother's humor. It showed that his vod was going to be OK.

"Better to feel something than nothing, old buddy." For two seconds the atmosphere was lighthearted as the brothers smiled at each other, only for Anakin to bring reality crashing down.

"It's a touching reunion, guys, but we need to get out of here, now!"

"There's an exhaust vent that leads to the cooling systems right there." Echo said, pointing a shaky finger to the ceiling and everyone's heads lifted to look and sure enough, there was a circular vent. "I-I just need to plug into the dataport over there-" Echo tried lifting himself off the ground, yet much to his frustration he was still too weak to even get on his feet - and they weren't even real feet! Calli offered to help and Echo begrudgingly accepted it, letting her guide him over to the datasocket that he would plug his scomplink into and get the vent open.

"They've breached the front door. It won't be long before they're through the second." Hunter informed from the other end of the room, if the laser currently burning a circle into the thick metal was any indication. Just as soon as Hunter said this, the vent opened.

"That should get it open." Echo said, unplugging from the dataport and Rex gave him a hearty pat on the shoulder. There was one slight problem with the plan though, and Crosshair was the one to point it out.

"Great. Now how do we get up there?" The sniper asked with a hint of attitude. Wrecker was the one to provide a solution, having left the area by the doors and joined the rest of the group.

"Oh, I can help with that." He remarked while sneaking up behind a certain Sergeant and Calli knew Wrecker was wearing a mischievous smirk underneath that helmet and if she wasn't mad at the lot of them she'd join alongside Crosshair who chuckled as Hunter began panicking when the strong clone grabbed him by the shoulder and his belt.

"Wait, what?" Hunter begins sputtering as he's lifted off his feet in a very undignified manner, "Wrecker, what are you doing-" Before Hunter could finish his question he's launched upwards into the vent. Hunter barely had two seconds to process what happened and thankfully he was able to think fast enough and when he entered the vent he caught himself before falling, digging his heels into the sides, same with his hands. After letting out a shaky breath, Hunter angrily shouted down to Wrecker, "A heads-up would've been nice!"

While Wrecker tossed everyone else up one by one, Calli looked around at all the machinery that in many ways had been a prison for the ARC Trooper they rescued, and an idea struck her. There's no way this could be left intact, because then all the Techno Union had to do was capture another unfortunate soul and start the whole process over again. Calli couldn't - and wouldn't - allow this to happen. She knew all too well the feeling of being treated as an object at the hands of so-called scientists and Mustafar would have to freeze over before Calli would let someone else suffer what she, her squadmates, and Echo have gone through. Not if she had the power to stop that from happening.

Once Wrecker had gotten everyone else up into the vent(minus the Jedi who could use the force to jump up high), he made a move to grab Calli but she stopped him.

"You got grenades on you?" She asked, and Wrecker scoffed, sounding almost insulted by the inquiry.

"What kinda question is that?" Calli didn't offer a sarcastic reply back, turning and hurrying over to the console nearest to her, taking out the three grenades she had stashed in one of the many pouches attached to her belt. When Wrecker saw Calli start placing them on the consoles he didn't need her to say anything, catching on to what his sister was doing. The giant clone grew excited and was quick to take out the stash of grenades in his backpack. While Calli had placed her grenades roughly twenty feet apart from each other to make sure they took out as much as possible, Wrecker just threw them to where they attached to random parts of the room without any sort of strategic placing whatsoever.

Anakin had noticed that the two clones hadn't joined the others in the vent. "What are you doing?" He yelled down to them

"We're putting an end to Tambor's little science experiment." Wrecker shouted back before throwing the last of his grenades and they landed on the cryochamber.

"Are you done?" Anakin asked and there was a sense of urgency in his tone that made Calli look over at the door and she gasped when seeing that whatever was trying to get in had almost breached the second door. Wrecker noticed this as well. "Time's up!" The General announced and Calli didn't need to be told twice and she wondered how both her and Wrecker would be able to get up to the vent. But she didn't have to wonder long as the strong clone picked Calli up by the strap of her belt and she had no chance to voice a protest like her other brothers before she was launched up. Pressing her hands and feet against the walls, Calli glared down at Wrecker. Ok that took care of her - what about him?

Above her, the General put a hand out and before long, Wrecker was slowly being lifted off the ground and inching closer to the vent where the rest of them were.

Calli watched with horror as bolts of electricity filled the room, searching for an organic being they could hone on and decimate. They drifted towards Wrecker who shouted in fear as the electricity licked closer and closer to him.

"I don't like it! I don't like it! It's trying to get me!!" Calli would have found his shouts of fear amusing if his life wasn't threatened and she held her breath as she could only watch helplessly as her brother's life was in the hands of the General. Only when Wrecker was safely in the vent and the doors slid closed did Calli allow herself to breathe again.

"You alright?" Calli couldn't help but ask, and after letting out a shaky breath he nodded, saying he was fine. After that reassurance, Calli allowed herself to start climbing up the vent once Skywalker started to. After Skywalker was helped out, Jace's hand reached down again and Calli accepted his assistance.

Once everyone was out of the vent, Wrecker, in an attempt to be in Calli's good graces again, handed her the detonator, and the teen couldn't help but smile in appreciation underneath her helmet. She accepted his offer and wasted no time in pressing the button that promptly set the bombs off - it's too bad they couldn't actually see the explosion and she could only imagine the looks on the Techno Union cronies faces once they were able to observe the carnage and millions upon millions of credits in damage they caused. Plus their little experiment and all their research would be ruined. It was enough to make the two pyromaniacs of the group smile as they began making their way through the corridors.

After all that, Calli felt some of the adrenaline wear off and felt the need to take her helmet off, taking a big gulp of the chilly air that filled the area they were now in. Calli welcomed the way the frigid air nipped at her already reddened cheeks

"This ventilation corridor acts as a cooling system for all the computers in the facility." Tech said to no one in particular, moving his flashlight around to see as much as possible while simultaneously watching out for any surprise droids that might attack. Anakin who was walking behind him, looked over his shoulder at Rex and Echo, more specifically Echo.

"How did you know it was up here, Echo?"

"Well, they got access to my memory, and I got access to the Techno Union database." Echo explained and he chuckled lightly, "All their plans, inventory, building schematics," He chuckled again, "-everything."

Calli shook her head, not understanding how Echo was being so lighthearted about the whole thing. These Techno Union people practically stole his mind and turned him into a machine! She chalked it up to him still being slightly delirious, after all his body temperature was still so low that frost was still coating the skin not covered by the cloak she lended him.

"You mean you can find us a safe way out of here?" Rex asked as they stopped at an intersection in the maze of hallways. Echo's eyes glanced anxiously at everyone when they all looked at him expectantly. He removed his arm that had been around Rex's shoulders to stabilize him and straightened his posture to portray confidence as he answered, knowing that his plan might be met with some level of skepticism.

"Well, there is a way... but you're not gonna like it." Was Echo's vague reply which made everyone's already wary expressions deepen. Calli looked at the group then at Echo, who was clearly nervous about what the others were going to say, and decided to back him up.

"How bad can it be?" She asked. Famous last words.

Five minutes later...

Echo had led them to a door and when it opened, Calli quickly figured out why he'd said they wouldn't like the plan. Echo said that one building over was a landing platform and that there might be a ship they could take to get out of the city. However, he failed to mention how they'd get to the other building.

Connecting the two buildings was a pipe, and they'd have to walk on it... with the harsh wind speeds from the storm .. that could easily send one or all of them falling to the ground hundreds of feet below, which they couldn't even see with the dust storm.

"How bad can it be, she asked?" Crosshair retorted, and Calli found herself unable to say something snarky in return because in truth she felt nervous. She was used to doing death defying stunts - enjoyed it even - but this was downright crazy, even for their squad.

"I don't know about this." Rex said, voicing his concern.

"I'm telling you, there's a landing pad on that other building!" Echo insisted, having to yell over the wind in order to be heard.

"So you think there's a ship there we can steal?" Was Hunter's question while the General was the first one to start walking along the pipe. Echo hesitated.

"Well, I hope there's a ship we can steal," He finally admitted while smiling sheepishly over his shoulder at the Sergeant before following Skywalker, and Rex followed suite while the Bad Batch remained at the threshold of the door and watched the trio take tentative, slow steps across the pipe without looking back.

"Let's hope this trip isn't for nothing." Hunter grumbled as his brothers who all gathered behind him, waiting for him to start walking, Crosshair even nudged him a little and he could just imagine the taunting smirk the sniper must be wearing, silently asking "Are you afraid, Sarge?"

Sometimes Hunter really hated being the leader of the group. After internally heaving a big sigh, he left the safety of the building, and like the loyal brothers they were, Crosshair, Tech, then finally though a bit more reluctantly, Wrecker.

Jace was next and made it a few steps before sensing that a certain someone hadn't followed after him and after stopping he turned to find Calli standing frozen in place and looking down at the large emptiness beneath them. There would be nothing, absolutely nothing, to stop their descent if they fell from the pipe. Her jetpack had been damaged in the firefight before finding Echo. Jace could feel the anxiety she was experiencing and made his way back to her, saying her name just loud enough to be heard over the howling wind. The young clone began shaking her head and took a step back from the edge of the platform.

"I can't do this." She stated, and there was a slight tremor in her voice that made Jace's eyes soften but he couldn't let Calli give into her fears.

"We have to if we want to escape this place." Calli again violently shook her head, utter fear taking over and thus she was unable to reason with the fact that their only chance of making it out of here was by walking along the tightrope of death. Calli didn't understand - she's never been afraid of heights before!

Through the force, a sudden wave of dread washed over Jace and he knew that the droids were only minutes, if not seconds away from reaching them and some of his patience went away as his fight or flight instincts kicked in yet he wasn't about to leave Calli.

"Calli, look at me. We don't have time - we've gotta get out of here."

"I-I know-"

"Hey, just look at me," Jace said with a little more force, and he pointed to his eyes, "- focus on me." Once he was sure Calli was making eye contact - it was kinda hard to tell with her helmet in the way, Jace continued in a more soothing, encouraging tone, "You can do this." Without thinking, Jace held out his hand in Calli's direction, and he just hoped she wouldn't be put off by the gesture, now that he'd already out and done it. He watched as Calli's helmet tilted down at his hand, and he could tell she was contemplating his offer.

Not a second later, her smaller, gloved hand slipped into his, which surprised the both of them. Calli blamed the time crunch that made her rashly decide to hold the young Jedi's hand - perhaps desperation even because as her hand reached out to him she wondered how handholding could possibly be an effective way to calm her sudden panic. There's no possible way it could-

Any doubt Calli had died away when their hands touched.

Sure, it didn't take the impending doom away, but it brought... comfort? Enough at least to where she was able to leave the safety of her spot and start taking small, tentative steps onto the pipe, doing everything in her power to not look down. Valli kept her free hand out to the side to keep her balanced and kept her focus on the back of Jace's head, trying to mirror his calmness.

Up ahead, Calli could hear Wrecker was having just as hard a time as she was.

"Oh, boy. I can't even look." He said in an almost shaky voice, "Just-Just keep walking, Tech."

"That's fine, but if you fall, don't take me with you." Tech said in reply, not sounding the least bit concerned. Despite feeling terrified herself, Calli encouraged Wrecker.

"You're doing great, Wrecker, just don't look down-'' Calli should have known better. When you tell someone to not look down, it's gonna make them look! And that is precisely what Wrecker did and he felt his stomach drop, much like he would if he lost his balance.

"Uh-oh. I looked!" Wrecker began teetering on his feet and Calli was worried he'd actually fall! "I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Hang on, Wrecker. We're almost there." Hunter called out over his shoulder and Wrecker nodded while beginning to reassure himself, mumbling that everything was going to be OK and to breathe.

Just as everyone reached the halfway mark and thought maybe they were going to make it without any trouble, the doors leading into the building they were headed towards opened and surprise surprise they were ambushed by droids. Guns were aimed and General Skywalker ignited his lightsaber in just enough time to start deflecting the blaster bolts as they hurled towards the group.

"Turn around! Go back!" He shouted out and no one needed to be ordered twice. At the other end Calli and Jace started heading back the way they came along with everyone else, only for more droids to appear at the other end. On both sides the droids began walking single file onto the pipe while preparing their weapons to fire.

Before Calli could reach for her own blaster, an arm wrapped around her waist and she was lifted up by Jace who spun around to set her behind him while his other hand ignited one of his lightsabers to deflect the other onslaught of blaster bolts, acting as a shield for Calli so she didn't get hit. She had mixed feelings about this, but was at the very least grateful because those droids could easily have shot her down and Calli wasn't a Jedi, therefore couldn't deflect the laser bullets.

As if things weren't bad enough, a particularly strong gust of wind knocked Crosshair off balance and he did his best to not lose his footing, but in the end he did. Without thinking twice Wrecker dove after his brother, barely able to grab Crosshair's ankle while maneuvering his legs to wrap around the light fixture underneath the pipe, effectively preventing the pair from falling. Calli would be lying if she didn't say her heart skipped a beat as she watched this transpire, in fact it almost paralyzed her when she saw Crosshair fall to what would have been his death. It made her want to find a way out of here even faster and she wracked her mind for a solution while finally returning fire with her own blaster around Jace and his lightsaber. She succeeded in hitting one right after Tech who was behind her did and the two unfortunate droids cried out "WHY" as they fell to their demise.

"Anybody got a brilliant idea?" Anakin asked while deflecting another shot that nearly grazed his face.

"I do have a brilliant idea!" Tech piped up and he flipped open the screen on his wrist guard and began typing away on it.

"I'm hanging here!" Wrecker announced, feeling the need to voice as much as if everyone else didn't know this already.

"When the locals attacked us, I recorded the creatures' distress call." Tech began to explain while continuing to scroll through the files on his device.

"Why?" Jace questioned, not understanding why Tech would record such a thing. Who records random things like that - or anything period on a mission?

"He records everything. It's a hobby." Calli told him, and before Jace could ask a second time why Tech did such a thing Tech spoke up again.

"Which allows us to call those flying creatures to us." After setting the volume to its maximum level, Tech played the sound and immediately everyone winced at the shrill cries that filled the area - for those with enhanced hearing it was especially irritating and hurt their ears - even their helmets did little to protect their eardrums.

Wrecker shouted his protests about the noise while simultaneously shooting at droids and he paused his yelling to bark out a laugh when he successfully hit one, "Take that!" Crosshair of course couldn't let Wrecker have all the glory and fired his small blaster and rifle in each designated hand at both groups of droids and he managed to hit two but when one that got shot jumped backwards from the impact and rammed into the one behind him and sent the two falling, making it a total of three the sniper took out.

Wrecker's childish groan at this was like music to Crosshair's ears.

As they waited for the flying creatures to appear - if they would appear - the Bad Batch did their best to continue firing back at the enemy to keep them at bay, and while the defective clones still preferred to work alone, they were great full in this instance to have Jedi at both the front and back of the group to deflect the enemy's fire.

On Calli and Jace's side, half a dozen more droids joined the ones already there and in a split-second decision the former took off her jetpack that had been rendered useless save for the rockets which she now planned to utilize. Instead of launching them with the press of a button, Calli simply threw the entire thing at the droids since it was basically dead weight once the rockets were used so might as well get rid of it right?

It was caught by a droid who looked down at foreign object he miraculously caught with confusion, yet he wasn't given a chance to compute what had happened as Calli detonated the rockets and turned the droid and a majority of the others into a scrap pile - what was left of them anyways. While pieces of droid carnage fell on the rest that were unharmed and continued to shoot, suddenly the flying creatures came barreling up from the storm below, answering the distress call like Tech had said they would.

"There is our ride out of here!" Tech said as the creatures circled around them, avoiding blaster fire as some of the droids took to shooting at the new flying assailants. The General then asked the question on everyone's minds - except Tech of course.

"Now, how do we get on them?"

"How else?" Tech asked, before answering what was apparently a rhetorical question, "We jump!" Cue the shocked looks from everyone. Calli looked down at the reptiles circling below them, ignoring the sinking feeling when doing so as she was reminded of how high up they were. Her eyes zeroed in on the saddles located on the reptiles' back and an idea struck in her mind.

Aiming her arm carefully, Calli activated her whipcord launcher, and it successfully flew across the air and imbedded itself in the saddle, ensuring that if she jumped, she wouldn't accidentally miss the saddle and fall to her death.

"Later losers!" Calli hollered - whether she said this to the droids or her team no one knew. She still had Jace's hand in a death grip so he was free falling next to her and an undignified shriek might have left his mouth when he suddenly was yanked from his spot and now had nothing but Calli's hand to hold onto.

For a brief second there was nothing but the sensation of falling, the air whipping around them as they descended, before safely landing on the flying reptile. Jace suffered whiplash briefly, having landed on his stomach, while Calli had somehow expertly landed on her feet in a crouched position. The young Jedi blamed the fact that he hadn't had time to process and prepare for the jump and that's why he landed in such an undignified way. Despite being in a tense, dangerous situation, Jace couldn't help but blush, especially after Calli chuckled at him.

"Heh, sorry, guess I shoulda warned you." She apologized sheepishly before using her free hand to grab ahold of the reins attached to bridle in the reptile's mouths, the other still attached to Jace's until he got situated in the saddle behind her.

Swiftly, two at a time, the rest of the group also jumped off and claimed a flying reptile to pilot, they followed the keerdak Anakin was on that he steered to lead the rest of them away from the droids. For two seconds, it seemed like everything was going to be ok... Then wings suddenly sprouted from the droid's arms and were now pursuing the group.

"Uh, that wasn't part of the plan." Tech said, "Those things can fly!" Calli looked over her shoulder and sure enough, the droids were in fact following them. Great, just great.

"Kriffing hells!" Calli couldn't help but swear, earning a surprised look from Jace behind her. Calli ignored him and focused on guiding the reptile out of the line of fire.

"We have to shake those droids!" General Skywalker shouted, deflecting the blaster bolts while keeping one hand tightly on the reins and he made a noise of frustration as he almost fell off the reptile when it made a sharp turn unexpectedly, being spooked by the blaster fire, "How do I steer this thing?" The others weren't having as hard a time, as one would steer the reptile while the others provided cover fire. Luckily these droids seemed to have just as bad of aim as any other Separatist droid, and it was even worse when they flew.

"How you holding up, Echo?" Rex asked his brother, who smiled up at him.

"Never better, sir!" Was Echo's chipper reply, and Rex chuckled. Despite the fact they had droids trying to shoot them down he was happy as can be with Echo at his side. Eventually they managed to evade the droids through the maze of rock formations, with one not noticing a ledge and going SPLAT on it like a bug on a windshield.

"Let's head back to the village." Anakin suggested - well it was more of an order. And Calli couldn't help but voice her concern because she saw several red flags about that plan.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? What if they find us and send reinforcements? We'd be endangering the Poletecs!"

"We need to bring these guys back to them safely (referring to the reptiles)." Anakin told her, "It's also where the ship is!" Despite the fact about the ship which Calli had somehow forgotten, she still felt it was a bad idea and was going to protest further if not for Jace's hand being placed on her shoulder which made her stop and glance questioningly at him.

"It'll be fine." He assured her, and Calli contemplated this, that nagging feeling in her gut shrinking a little but not entirely going away. She eventually relented with a sigh and faced forward again, and she couldn't help but notice how Jace kept his hand on her shoulder the entire ride back.

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They landed in the middle of the Poletec village, and the Chief was quick to make his way to the front of the crowd that gathered and by his frantic arm movements and unmistakable angry tone, it was plain as day to everyone that he was none too pleased of the soldier's return. It took everything in Calli to not tell the General "I told you so".

Tech swiftly made a translation of the Chief's words. "Their leader is impressed we tamed the Keeradaks, - but he wants to know why we returned here."

"Tell him we had no choice. Tell him that we wore out our welcome in Purkoll." Anakin explained and Tech nodded and started to repeat the General's words in the Poletec's tongue, yet he was rudely interrupted when a series of blaster bolts rained down from the sky as the two surviving droids they thought they'd outsmarted and left in the dust flew above them.

Crosshair who always had his rifle ready began shooting back, but only managed to hit one of the droids and it hurled into one of the rock formations surrounding the village while it's companion managed to escape and that sinking feeling Calli had earlier came back when her previous concerns about returning to the village came back in full force.

Crosshair's head shook. "Not good. If I know Tambor, he'll come after us, us and the Poletecs, with everything he's got." On top of the dread Calli felt, there was now also guilt as she glared up at the General.

"Hence the reason why I said it would be bad to come back here!" Calli snapped, hating the fact that now the Poletecs were in danger because of them. Anakin briefly scowled down at her but wasn't able to say anything as the Chief was back to yelling at them. The General however remained calm as he asked Tech to translate once more, ignoring the moody huff he heard come from Calli when her statement wasn't acknowledged by any of the adults. Jace at least showed he heard and understood her frustrations by repeating his earlier gesture of placing a hand on her pauldron and while she was still frustrated, she looked at Jace appreciatively.

"He says that we have broken our word." Tech explained, and he paused for a second while translating the rest, "We have brought the war to his village." From her spot Calli threw her hands up in an "I told you so" way, earning another warning look from Anakin and also Hunter this time. Even Jace had to quietly tell her to calm down and if it had been anyone else, she would have told them to kark off. But she couldn't bring herself to say that to the guy who's been more than patient and kind with her up until now and did her best to calm the raging fire within her, reasoning that going into a full-blown argument in front of the Poletecs wouldn't help the situation at all.

"You're right." Rex said suddenly, taking everyone aback as he stepped forward and slipped off his helmet, revealing his determined expression beneath as he addressed the Chief then the goggled clone beside him, "Tell him he's right, Tech." Rex briefly glanced at Calli, "And so are you, Scar." Calli blinked, not expecting that and remained quiet as the Captain turned to face the Chief again, "Tell him we didn't plan to drag his people into war." His companions were all wondering where he was going with this, but didn't have to wonder long when he pointed to Echo, a fire igniting in his eyes as he spoke again, "But look what the Separatists did to one of our people!" Despite the call out, Echo straightened his posture to appear more confident as the attention was now on him, "They took away his freedom, his humanity. They tried to turn him into a machine." Rex was getting more and more fired up with each passing sentence, "The Techno Union claims it's neutral, but they have chosen sides. Now your people have to choose." Once he finished, Rex stepped back and waited for his words to sink in, and Anakin smiled slightly at his longtime friend.

"Couldn't have said it better, Rex."

"Let's hope it works, because I see forces coming more than we can handle alone." Calli said grimly, gesturing with her head in the direction the flying droid that avoided being hit flew back in the direction of the city, no doubt to bring back some friends. While she still didn't agree with dragging innocent bystanders into their battle, it seemed they would have to fight regardless because the Techno Union will definitely retaliate now that they thought the Poletecs were with the Republic.

Several of the Poletecs were now walking up to the Chief and by the looks of it they were prepared to do anything to protect their home. While Calli felt bad that the Poletecs were being dragged into what technically wasn't their fight, she still felt some relief in the fact that there would be more numbers on their side. As long as they were here with their more efficient weaponry, Calli would do everything in her power to ensure these Poletecs kept their humble village and continued to be here long after they'd left. She supposed it's the least she could do now that fighting was inevitable.

In the calm before the upcoming battle, they prepared. Calli helped Wrecker find some large boulders and place them on the rock formations surrounding the village where they could easily be pushed and sent tumbling, effectively taking out multiple targets. The other clones made sure all their weapons had fresh ammo packs before going to their designated hiding spots to wait for the enemy to arrive.

The Poletecs prepared as well, gathering all their own warriors and weapons while also hiding their more vulnerable people in the intricate set of tunnels that ran beneath the surface. After Calli finished helping the others, she was pulled aside by the general who also had asked Jace to come as well. He led them over to the entrance to the tunnels.

"I want you two to protect the elderly and children." He told the two teens in a tone that pretty much said there would be no arguing on the subject.

That of course didn't stop Calli from doing just that. She wasn't after all the model soldier who took orders without question, no matter how much the Kaminoans had tried to condition her to be that way. Five years on her own was enough time for her to grow more of a backbone and such was the result: if someone said something Calli didn't agree with, she voiced her opinion. Only this time it wasn't out of pure stubbornness because she thought it was unfair, no there was a deeper reason she immediately disagreed with Anakin's order.

"W-What? No, I need to be out here, with my team!" The thought of not being beside her brothers in what was definitely going to be a messy fight and no hope of back up from the Republic made her anxiety go to levels it's never been before. If something happened to them and she wasn't there...

"And I'm saying you and Jace are going to protect the elderly and children. End of story." Calli let out a dry scoff and followed the General when he turned and began heading for the exit.

"You've got another thing coming if you think you can just say 'End of story' and walk away, General." The way she was questioning his orders and blatantly testing his nerves reminded Anakin of someone he once knew that was now no longer a part of his life, and for that reason he didn't lose his temper right away with Calli blatantly disrespecting his orders.

"Scar..." Jace said in a warning tone, but Calli shut him up with one glare.

"No!" She said venomously, "I'm not going to just sit back, I can help! My brothers need me!"

"And I need you here. The Chief asked me to have someone protect the elderly and children and I'm trusting the two of you to do just that. You're the last line of defense, and it's our job to protect those who can't fight. If anything goes wrong, it's up to you guys to get them out of here. There's a tunnel that leads near the Havoc Marauder and I hear you're a hell of a pilot. The two of you will be fine."

"But-" Anakin crossed his arms and he and Calli had a stare off, and the latter was determined to win. She wasn't about to let some Jedi tell her she couldn't be with her brothers. She took orders from only one person, Hunter, and that in itself took a while for her to be ok with. Now she heard Hunter's voice at the back of her mind, telling her to follow orders. Calli continued to stare for a full minute before she ground her teeth and shook her head angrily, "Fine!" she spat out, and she put her helmet back on to hide her scowl as she stated she needed to go to the ship to quickly grab something.

"Sorry about her. She's... very strong willed." Jace apologized on Calli's behalf to Anakin, and the latter made a 'hmph' sound as they watched Calli's retreating form.

"I've noticed." Anakin said gruffly, and another pang came from his heart as he again thought of his former padawan, and all the times she stood up to him and/or completely disobeyed orders. "But I know this is the best course of action." Anakin turned to look back at Jace, "I trust you can get through to her?" Jace's expression turned to one of confusion as his eyes left Calli and met Anakins.

"Why me, Master?" He asked.

"I sense a special connection between you two." Anakin had to hide the smile that threatened to appear on his face while saying this. It goes without saying that he and Padme had talked about the young man's interest in Calli, and he couldn't help but tease him a little. Jace's eyes widened and became filled with panic, yet there was still some confusion in them.

"What-What do you mean by that?" Jace asked, and he cursed himself for stuttering. He couldn't be that obvious, could he?

"Oh nothing. And Echo will be joining you as well. Just escaping the Techno building took a lot out of him and Rex and I both agree he needs to be down here." It was a sudden change in conversation, but a welcome one for the padawan, who nodded.

"Yes, Master."

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Calli returned, still in a sour mood, with her backpack restocked with supplies and Scruffy who rode on her shoulder.

"Why'd you bring him?" Jace asked, though he smiled upon seeing the little tooka and when Calli walked past him, Scruffy was quick to nudge his face happily with a chirp.

"He was getting antsy on the ship and I figured he could maybe keep the Poletec kids calm. I'm pretty sure they've never had to live through a battle like this." Already some of the children were eyeing Scruffy curiously and you could hear them talking amongst themselves while pointing in the direction of the teens. Jace hummed.

"That's actually a great idea."

"Yep." Calli replied shortly, taking off the backpack while her feline companion also jumped off his perch and both were now on the dirt floor. Scruffy looked up when Calli made a clicking noise with her tongue, and she motioned for him to jump back up in her arms, which he of course did so with another little chirp. Once secure in her grasp, Calli walked over to the group of Poletecs who looked curiously at both her and the little furry creature in her arms. Some of them tensed as the female clone got closer, and she assured them in a soothing tone that they were ok, though they probably didn't understand her. But it seemed to get through that the two weren't a threat and a few of the younger Poletecs inched closer, with their big dark eyes looking at Scruffy with both skepticism and wonder. When some of them looked at Calli she smiled and nodded encouragingly, silently saying it's ok.

The child closest to Calli reached out one of its long fingered, tentative hands and held it in front of Scruffy's face, and the latter began to sniff the young Poletecs hand. Eventually after a few short sniffs, Scruffy deemed the stranger an acceptable being and licked the child's hand while letting out a trill, followed by loud purring. One second later Scruffy is out of Calli's arms and he climbed up the extended appendage of the Poletec and was now perched on the child's shoulder, happy as can be.

Soon after Scruffy was the star of the show, entertaining the young ones and reveling in all of the attention, making some of Calli's anger over being stuck down here melt away.

It was short lived however, when suddenly the ground above them rattled and she received a message from Tech soon after that said the Techno Union's reinforcements had arrived. Now the anxiety she'd felt earlier was back in full force as they heard the beginnings of a battle. By now Wrecker must have rolled one or more of the boulders they had collected to start the fight, which should have taken some of the droids by surprise and momentarily stunned them.

It took everything in Calli to not make a mad dash for the surface so she could be at her brother's side. She leaned against the wall and Jace joined her and for a while it was awkward silence as neither knew what to say. Eventually Calli nudged her boot against Jace's to get his attention. Emerald green eyes met brown, and Calli tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear as she cleared her throat nervously.

"Uh, sorry for snapping at you earlier, you know, when the General and I were arguing. Didn't mean to have you in the crossfire." She apologized quietly, embarrassed to have lost her temper and snapped at the one person who's always been nothing but nice to her.

"It's ok. I know you were just worried about your brothers." Another explosion could be heard and Calli shook the dirt that fell on her hair and face, then dropped her head back until it hit the wall while letting out a quiet groan.

"I just hate the idea of not being there with them. We do everything together." Jace's lips pursed as he stood there, wracking his mind for something to say that might help ease Calli's nerves. But he was never good at this sort of thing. He thought about what Master Windu might say, but quickly stopped that train of thought as nothing good came to mind. While he appreciated the Jedi Master taking him on as a padawan after Kuda Vyn's death, let's just say that they didn't exactly mesh well together.He thought his former master had been strict, well Windu was worse.

Jace then wondered what Master Vyn might've said. But he wasn't one for soothing words. He really was flying blind here. Guess he'd have to just wing it and rely on what he'd been taught. The young Jedi cleared his throat to get the attention of Calli, who'd been staring off into space. When she looked back at him, he began wringing his hands as nerves set in but plowed through and forced his mouth to form words before he lost whatever little bit of courage he had.

"You know, one of the first things the Jedi teach you is that you have to let go of your attachments, otherwise fear of losing them can lead to the dark side." He could see Calli's eyebrow raise, silently asking where he was going with this, "Master Yoda said to train ourselves to let go of everything we fear to lose." Calli took this the wrong way and was immediately on the defensive.

"I'm not like you guys." She argued, "I can't just 'let go', they're my brothers and I won't ever brush them off easily like you do." Jace sighed while shaking his head.

"I didn't say brush them off and forget about them." He said and his voice raised slightly in annoyance, but not because of Calli but because despite his best efforts he'd inadvertently said the wrong thing.

"Then what are you saying?" Calli asked, also getting frustrated.

"I don't know!" Jace admitted angrily and there was a pause as he tried to think of something else. He wanted to ease Calli's anxiety since Scruffy was too busy being doted on by the Poletec children. "They're capable of doing things no one has ever heard of and if they care as much about you as you do for them - and I know they do," This made Calli smile lightly, and those weird butterflies fluttered around in his stomach. "- then I guess you just have to trust that your brothers will do everything they can to survive and come back to you. But," Call's smile dropped at his use of the word 'but' and she dreaded what he was about to say, "- they can only focus if they know that you're doing your job and not letting your worry get the better of you and you wind up doing something irrational."

"He's right." Echo's voice chimed in as he'd separated from the Poletecs and chose to join the two teens, unintentionally listening in on their conversation and deciding to put in his two credits on the subject. Calli couldn't help but scoff at the ARC Trooper.

"Oh, so you're telling me you're ok with just sitting around here?" Echo opened his mouth, prepared to say yes, but stopped when he realized he'd be lying. Ok, maybe he wasn't ok with being put down here when he'd prefer being up there fighting with Rex and Anakin.

"Orders are orders." He finally said, always being a stickler for rules and such. He knew better than to go against his commanding officer's wishes, "You should be used to that by now, huh?" Calli chuckled nervously and went back to playing with her hair.

"I usually only listen to Hunter, and even then, it's a 50/50 chance I'll listen to that - off the battlefield that is." She admitted, earning raised eyebrows from both the guys.

The conversation was cut short when Calli thought she heard a sound come from the direction the entrance of the tunnels were. Not a second later Jace received a comm from Rex, saying that a few droids managed to slip past their defenses and were now heading into the tunnels.

Calli was about to contact her brothers and ask if they were alright, only to be stopped by Echo.

"Remember what the Commander said." He told her in a stern yet gentle voice, "We focus and do our job and this'll be over before you know it." Calli took a deep breath and nodded, though the pit in her stomach didn't go away.

"What's the plan?" She asked Jace, and he looked surprised at her question.

"Aren't you usually the one with a plan?" Calli shrugged indifferently.

"I'm taking a page from Echo's book and following whatever orders that will get this over with quicker." Jace began stroking his chin as he thought out loud.

"All I know is, there's going to be a lot of blaster fire, and we can't let it hit any of them." He told the pair, gesturing to the group of Poletecs that were still doting on Scruffy.

"We can't use bombs, otherwise this whole place will fall down on top of us." Calli said, continuing the train of thought.

"What about droid poppers?" Echo inputted, but Calli shook her head at that suggestion.

"I pretty much figured the other guys would need it more than us and let them keep what was left of our stock, which wasn't that much to begin with." Calli said, placing her hands on her hips and looking to the floor as she thought of what they had to work with. Blasters, her electrostaff, Jace had his lightsabers. She did bring some bombs, and extra mini rockets for her wrist rocket launcher, but those were a last resort. Her flame projector wouldn't do much against metal droids except scorch the metal, and she had a limited number of darts, which again probably wouldn't be super effective on targets that don't feel pain.

The sound of approaching footsteps was getting closer and closer, putting pressure on the Jedi and clones to figure out something, and fast.

A figurative lightbulb went off in Calli's mind and she reached behind her into one of the many pouches attached to her belt, catching the attention of her companions who looked at her in question at the sudden movement and glint in her eyes.

"What if we took away their ability to see?" Calli said mysteriously before pulling out a single smoke bomb and she was now wearing her signature smirk.

"But then we wouldn't be able to see either." Jace pointed out, and Calli crossed her arms and scoffed mockingly.

"I thought the Jedi used the force to "see" when their eyes couldn't?" Jace wanted to say that while Jedi could sense other living things, they couldn't actually do the same with non living things like droids, but now wasn't the time for that. It did heighten his other senses, so in a way Calli was right, "And with my enhanced senses, the two of us could make our way through the smoke and wipe out the droids before they knew what hit them. And if any stragglers make it through, Echo can stop them - if he's feeling well enough and up to the task." Echo puffed out his chest and said with confidence,

"Just give me a blaster and I'll take down any clanker to the best of my ability!" Calli liked his enthusiasm and just like with Fives, knew right off the bat that they were going to get along.

"Hey, you can have both of my blasters," She offered, taking both of said weapons out of their holsters and she didn't see his face fall and Jace's eyes widen as he glanced at Echo's right arm which no longer had a hand, then back at Calli who again was oblivious as she checked the power packs on her blasters, all the while still talking, "-one in each hand would be more effective -" Jace coughed loudly to get her attention and Calli looked at him, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she didn't understand why the young Jedi was now giving her a pointed look, "What?" She asked dumbly, and when Jace subtly pointed to Echo's prosthetic, Calli's face fell, all the while Echo was now looking neither of the teens in the eye as he'd grown embarrassed, though now Calli probably rivaled it at this point, "- oh." Was all she could say after that. Now Calli was mortified at making Echo probably feel awful about his implants that were most likely not put on him with his consent. Great, he probably thinks I'm a heartless jerk now.

Thankfully the awkwardness she created was short lived when just up ahead where there was a curve in the tunnel droids started to appear. Calli, Jace, and Echo were immediately spotted.

"Blast them!"

"Get behind me!" Jace shouted while taking out his lightsabers to start deflecting the onslaught of blaster bolts. Echo did as told but Calli instead pressed a button on her wrist guard, and she looked at the clone Jedi duo with a smirk when a small circular combat shield appeared, resembling ones that Mandalorian warriors utilized in battle. The only difference is, a regular one that was roughly a foot in diameter, hers was twice the size which maximized her protection, courtesy of Tech who suped it up as a surprise for her.

Any thoughts of their previous plan were forgotten as Calli began shooting back, and she stopped briefly only to toss her spare blaster to Echo so he could join in on the action while Jace continued to deflect what blasts he could.

But there were some that made it past his and Calli's defenses. One bolt hit the roof above them and caused a chunk of the rock to break off and land dangerously close to a small group of children. Their cries of fear temporarily distracted Calli and she couldn't stop herself from looking backwards in worry, unintentionally lowering her shield in the process as she made sure no one was injured.

That was a fatal mistake on her part. And if it hadn't been for Jace, it would've been her last.

It was just Calli's luck that one droid would have enough good circuits to actually be observant, and even rarer taking a few extra seconds to aim their blaster pistol before firing, to make sure they actually hit the enemy target dead-on.

Calli was unaware, adrenaline kicked in for Jace, and the Force was unintentionally called upon.

Having to duck behind a protrusion in the wall for a breather, Jace didn't really think about what he did when seeing a droid take notice of Calli. All he did was cry out "NO!" when the droid aimed their blaster, and thrust a handout in Calli's direction.

The only explanation was that the Force must have taken his desperate cry as a prayer, and granted him the mercy of having the power to stop someone he really cared about from taking a deadly blaster bolt to the heart.

The hairs on the back of Calli's neck raised to signal danger milliseconds too late, and whipping around she was met with a red blaster bolt zipping right towards her-

Then a strange reverberation shook her to the core and just like she did the red bolt came to standstill.

Only it unnaturally did in midair.

Just mere centimeters from her chest.

The frantic crackling of the energy bolt mimicked her thumping pulse, and the waves of heat from the unsteady hold on it as it fought to be released were also in tune with her panic-stricken breaths of disbelief. Her entire face slack in terror was omniously shadowed by the intmidating red glow of blaster bolt that should have been her end, and enhanced the petrified glint in her wide eyes.

From his position on sidelines and through the haphazard blaster fire, Echo had watched what happened with awe and disbelief and downright pure terror himself. But unable to do anything himself, he was also thankful.

Teeth painfully gritted, Jace's entire face was contorted as he focused all his energy in keeping the bullet from hitting his friend/crush in what would have been a fatal shot. The split-second decision to stop the bullet with the Force was made completely on the energy field itself, not his own. Still only a padawan, nowhere near as skilled as a Knight or Master, the strength granted to him could rival anyone of those he knew. But somehow, he found the strength to process and wield this power enough if it meant the difference between life and death of someone he cared about.

The Force also granted him the power to change the trajectory of the bullet, and with a bead of sweat forming on his painfully furrowed brow, he flicked his hand in the direction of the droids, and the energies of both powers followed.

It may have not hit the pack of droids directly, but it did impact with the ground in front of them and created a poof of dust and smoke that blinded several, and with a gasp from exertion Jace was still coherent enough to recall what they had planned and with more resolve than before shouted impatiently to frozen Calli, "Throw the bomb!" Taking the opportunity of the droids being also temporarily stunned by his actions.

Jace's frantic voice Calli broke out of her reverie and once it registered what he'd said, Calli broke into action. Taking out the device, she pressed the button to release the smoke in exactly two seconds before throwing it at the small company of droids, landing smack dab in the middle of them. Their little brainless heads all looked down at the device with curiosity that was dumb on their part.

"What's that?" One of the droids asked stupidly as they all looked at the bomb, their circuits not able to compute fast enough what was about to happen, even though a second ago one had been able to almost put a bullet through Calli's chest. They got their unfortunate answer when there was a small click, and smoke began violently spewing out, engulfing that part of the cave in a matter of seconds.

"Let's go!" Jace shouted to Calli as soon as there was ample enough smoke to cover them, having recovered some from the exertion of stopping and redirecting the energy bullet and ready to end this battle before there were any more close calls.

Nodding, two teens ran full force into the smoke without hesitation, trusting they're abilities and each other to ensure they made it out soon and in one piece.

Calli squinted as the smoke stung her eyes, not having her helmet on which would have only held her back as she relied on her impeccable hearing to navigate the dense smoke that surrounded her. She reached over her shoulder and grabbed a hold of her electro staff, bringing it around and pressing the button that made electricity appear on both ends of the weapon.

She could feel Jace's presence still beside her and without having to say a word to each other they got to work.

Calli strained her ears and heard the familiar creaking of a droid close to her left and swung her staff in that direction, rewarded with a satisfying CLANK as her weapon made contact with metal. Her senses picked up another one behind her, she wretched the bladed tip of her staff out of the first droid and after kicking that one to the ground she spun on her feet, sliced off the head of the second and then did a spinning back kick that knocked a third that tried to sneak up on her. When it fell to the ground, Calli stabbed her electrostaff into its body and electricity sparked as she amped up the setting to ensure it fried the droid's circuits.

She could hear Jace's lightsabers slice through droids and felt that familiar spark of competition and a smirk graced her lips as she began working more swiftly with the goal of taking down more droids than her Jedi companion.

Jace sensed the playful shift in her mood and decided to go along with it, pretty much knowing what Calli was thinking if the way she doubled her speed and kill count was any indication.

Despite the flurry of lightsabers and her staff, neither came close to hitting the other despite their close proximity. In some cases Calli would stun a droid with her electrostaff and Jace would follow by swiftly cutting its head off. It was as if their fighting styles and minds became one as they made their way through the dense smoke, taking out droids left and right, each helping the other. When Calli was focused on taking down a droid and another tried to sneak up behind her, Jace rushed into action and took it down before it could harm Calli, and she came to the rescue for him at one point as well. The glow of his lightsabers gave away his position, so several had at one point closed in on him and began shooting. Those droids didn't know what hit them when Calli unleashed her fury on them, and saved Jace's butt in the process.

For those few minutes, Calli didn't think/worry about her brothers, instead focusing on the fight and the boy fighting beside her. Never in a million years did she think she would ever work as well as she was now with a Jedi - a people she used to despise with a passion. Now one of her closest friends was a Jedi and she wondered what Boba or even Jango (if he was still alive) would think!

In a span of a minute and thirty seconds, the fight was over. The smoke began to dissipate and revealed Calli and Jace standing side by side, surrounded by the carnage of their enemy they'd worked as a team to destroy. Both were breathing heavily and Calli wiped the back of her gloved hand across her forehead where sweat had begun to form. She blamed the rush and the fact that Jace had saved her earlier for what she did next. Sometimes after a battle, Wrecker and Calli had a habit of hugging, especially if one or the other had a close brush with death.

Turning off his lightsabers, Jace had barely clipped them back on his belt when he was suddenly tackled into a hug by Calli, and he let out a grunt of surprise while stumbling back a couple steps. After regaining his footing, Jace could only stand stock still as his brain had a tough time computing what was happening.

Calli is hugging me.

We're hugging.

Calli didn't think about how awkward she might have made Jace feel by doing this, in fact she wasn't thinking at all. All she focused on was the fact she just finished a battle and did so without her brothers, and it felt amazing. Up until now Calli thought she always needed her brothers at her side for everything, and as it turns out, she could do just fine on her own. And there was one person she had to thank for that, and she now had him in a bone crushing hug.

Jace has been hugged very few times in his life, in fact he's only hugged one other person and that person was his cousin - and she had initiated every single one of them. He'd always felt weird and awkward receiving hugs, thinking that it went hand in hand with attachment and attachment was forbidden. That phrase had been ingrained in his mind since a youngling.

Attachment was forbidden because it would lead to the dark side. But Jace was now questioning this because the growing attachment he was feeling towards Calli didn't make him feel dark and angry, instead it made his stomach flutter and put a stupid grin on his face whenever he thought about this girl. How can feelings of happiness and warmth turn someone to the dark side?

When Jace couldn't think of a good enough reason that would make him shove Calli away, he had his answer. This would be the only time Jace would curse as he finally wrapped his arms around Calli's armored waist, reciprocating the hug as tightly as he could, lifting her up a few inches off the ground in the process, and unknowingly making Calli internally sigh with relief that her display of affection wasn't rebuffed.

You know what, to hell the Jedi Code. I like this, and I like Calli. He finally admitted it to himself and didn't feel bad. He liked Calli.

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Ahhhhhhhhhh. Jace finally admitted to himself that he likes Calli!!!!!!! YAY! FINALLY!!

Also thank you so much @antisocial-mariposa for helping me write the scene where Jace stops the blaster bolt!! Your flair made it really awesome!!!

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thistechnologicalterror · 2 years

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So... what were the chips about? Did you know of them before... everything?

FROM A CERTAIN POINT OF VIEW.

I DID.

I WAS ASSURED ONCE, THAT IT WAS POSSIBLY A MERE PARASITE THAT TURNED TROOPERS AGAINST THEIR GENERALS, OR DROVE ONE MY CLOSEST... ONE OF MY FINEST SOLDIERS, MAD.

THAT IT WAS NOT DUE TO SOMETHING CORRUPT IN THE HEART OF THE REPUBLIC.

BUT, OVER A PERIOD OF TIME, AS... "TRUST", FROM A ILL-GOTTEN MENTOR, WAS BUILT, I WAS LET IN ON THE SECRET AND ITS BONDS.

THE CHIP MADE A JANGO-CLONE TROOPER HOSTILE AND IT IS BASED ON PERCEPTION. IF THEY PERCEIVED YOU AS A JEDI, EVEN IF YOU HAD LONG LEFT, THEN YOU WOULD BE TARGETED.

AND IT CAME AT A COST OF INDIVIDUALITY. THERE WAS NO MORE NAMES, NO MORE PAINTING ARMOR, NO MORE PERSONAL TATTOOS. IT WIPED THE SLATE CLEAN. IN FACT, MANY VETERAN CLONES WASHED AWAY THEIR UNIQUE PATTERNS AND DESIGNS-- FOR COMMAND REQUIRE ABSOLUTE UNIFORMITY.

A SHAME, AND A GREATER REGRET, AS A I NOW REMEMBER THIS.

BUT THERE IS MORE HORROR TO COME.

BECAUSE AS MANY OF YOU WHO HAVE SEEN THE HOLO-DOCUMENTARY OF ONE SKYWALKER, THAT HE WAS... TAKEN TO THE DARKSIDE BEHIND CLOSED DOORS,

HOW WOULD HE, THE...

[ vocorder sigh ]

... GOLDEN BOY OF THE REPUBLIC.

TAKE COMMAND OF THE WHOLE OF THE 501ST AND 212TH WITHOUT GETTING SHOT IMMEDIATELY? ALL THE EMPEROR SAID WAS EXECUTE... THAT ORDER, AND SKYWALKER WAS A PERCEIVED JEDI. THOUGH HE WAS NO LONGER GOING BY THAT NAME.

NOT EVERYTHING IS SO PLANNED IN ADVANCED (AND THAT HOLO-DOCUMENTARY WAS SCRIPTED AWFULLY. NOT EVEN SKYLWALKER IS NORMALLY THAT WHINY.)

... THE CHIP IS NOT JUST A PHYSICAL COMPROMISE. IT IS A META-PHYSICAL COMPROMISE AS WELL. IT IS DRENCHED IN DARK-SIDE, AND ALL CLONES WHO HAD A WORKING CHIP, HAD THAT HOLE IN THEIR INDIVIDUAL FORCE PATTERNS.

ALL SKYWALKER HAD TO DO WAS REACH OUT AND TOUCH IT. AND SUDDENLY, ONE CAN HOLD MILLIONS IN THE PALM OF ONE'S HAND, AND THEY WOULD LOOK AT YOU, AND NEVER THINK ONCE THAT YOU HAD EVER BEEN A JEDI.

THEY WOULD DIE AND SLAY FOR YOU, AS THEY HUNTED THEIR ONCE CLOSE COMPANIONS, COMRADES, GENERALS... LOVED ONES.

ALL THIS, GIVEN TO HIM BY A MENTOR WHO POISONED HIM FOR YEARS, TO A POINT WHERE AN OLD FRIEND'S MAD-WARNING WAS WILLFULLY IGNORED FOR SOME... "GREATER PURPOSE".

...

... MY SON AND DAUGHTER TRIED, AND EVER TIME I THINK BACK, I CAN NOT HELP BUT FEEL THAT IT WAS A PALE VICTORY TO ALL THAT WAS LOST, EVERY HORROR WROUGHT, EVER TERROR REIGNED.

IT TOOK YEARS TO CLIMB FROM THE DARK.

IT WILL TAKE LONGER STILL TO BALANCE IT ALL OUT.

#THIS LIES BASED ON LOGIC ASSUMED AND NOT BY HOLO-DOCS GATHERED #THINK OF IT AS YOU WILL #(aka its half speculation on the rper's part)

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literallydontlook · 2 years

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Things could be different

Pairing: Captain Rex x f!reader

Rating: Mature/explicit (a lemon, if you’ve also been transported back to 2003, so no minors)

WC: 4k+

Warnings: pining and smut, unprotected PiV, oral (m receiving), fingering

Summary: Post-Saleucami Rex gets what he wants.

A/N: Y’all. Apparently your girl your girl wrote something. Listen, day dreaming about Rex, jotting down notes on my phone and thinking of reasons to buy this dress is a lot more accessible around nonstop family time than drawing smut, so here we are. I’m in as much disbelief as you. You can imagine whatever hot-ass outfit would make you look sexy AF but this is what I’m imagining. Did my best to make reader inclusive but if there’s something I screwed up on that front, please let me know!

Part 2 >

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Rex really doesn’t want to spend his evening at 79s but Cody had somehow convinced him to help babysit keep the 501st and 212th in line. It’s too hot outside to be in a room that packed and he’s *tired*. The return from Saleucami left him with a blaster shot to the chest and his head swimming with confusing, selfish ideas about his purpose as a soldier and his worth as a person — Couldn’t he have one full night’s sleep to himself?

A familiar voice grumbling and swearing close by interrupts his spiraling internal turmoil, but he thinks he’s imagined it. Quickly looking around, he confirms the reality of your presence and Rex’s heart nearly beats out of his chest.

You’re standing in front of a restaurant angrily mashing the buttons on your commlink in a dress just barely skimming the middle of your thighs, shimmer silk cut to tantalize your best features. He’s always thought you were well dressed in professional settings, and Maker knows he thinks you’re beautiful, but he’s never seen you like this before. Even while indulging himself in the privacy of a deserted shower, imagining the feeling of your bare legs tangled with his or your lips wrapped around his cock, his own debauched fantasies never conjured up a picture of you looking this stunning.

It’s already been months - maybe even a whole year since Rex first started pining after you. He isn’t stupid and General Skywalker isn’t as sneaky as he thinks. There’s no reason a Jedi knight needs to meet with a senator this many times in a week, but Rex finds that their trips to the senate building coincidentally end in Padme’s office 90% of the time. And that’s how he first meets you: accompanying the general as he barges into your completely legitimate meeting with the senator to deliver an “important message from the council”. You looked a little peeved, but the senator - graceful as ever - took the interruption in stride, smoothly introducing you to the two men before asking for a private moment with the general.

Exiled behind closed doors, Rex apologized on behalf of his friend expecting a condescending lecture about respect typical of staff working in the senate building. He was surprised when you instead criticized his babysitting abilities. As if he exercised any control over the general - a karking Jedi.

“You can’t let him come by five times a week you know - he’s not subtle and they’re going to get caught.”

Rex huffed out something between a laugh and a scoff when you met his surprised look with an impish smirk, eyes sparkling mischievously. You broke the ice so casually Rex didnt even realize he was traveling the path forged through the broken, melting shards. He had never enjoyed such easy-flowing conversation or friendly banter with a civilian before, but your aura pulsed in time with his, glowing with a warmth that drew him in like an Alderaanian flare-wing to a flame. You were genuinely curious about Rex’s experiences as a clone trooper, but more importantly as a person. The earnestness of your questioning encouraged him to share stories from his time as a cadet and cherished moments with his brothers that not even the general knew about. You were so engrossed, laughing uncontrollably at a story about his first catastrophic day of jet pack training with Cody, that Rex was unable to reciprocate with his own questions before General Skywalker was collecting him to return to base.

After that first introduction, it turned out Rex had plenty of opportunities to ask about your role as Senator Amidala’s press manager and learn about your surprisingly privileged upbringing on Coruscant whenever he was planet-side. He could see how you were drawn to Padme’s politics and admired your duty to the galactic community - to use your skills, connections, and financial resources to help make life better for everyone, not just the Corusanti elite. Accompanying General Skywalker’s frequent trips to the senator’s office on “official Jedi business” afforded him plenty of these chance encounters and he began looking forward to meetings at the Senate building.

By the time Rex realized he was actively finding excuses to end up at the senator’s office with hopes of an accidental encounter, his cadet’s crush had fully evolved into something much more serious.

It was at a group interview and photoshoot you’d organized with the Coruscant News Network that Rex’s vode began raising eyebrows and shooting each other knowing grins. Padme’s proposed new bill granting clones personhood needed an emotional appeal - a way for the public to connect to the troopers’ humanity — so your friendship with Captain Rex and Padme’s close “working” relationship with General Skywalker made it only logical to conscript some men from the 501st to the cause.

Rex isn’t much of a Sabaac player and his soft heart radiated so warmly in your presence that if the way he so easily conversed with you didn’t betray his newly self-admitted feelings, anyone could see the adoration in his lingering gaze and stolen glances.

And this is where his problems began. Rex had hoped to keep this forbidden treasure for himself, hiding you away in his dreams to visit while off planet or in quiet moments of solitude. As a loyal Republic soldier, he’d accepted that his kind aren’t permitted to form romantic relationships with nat borns, but he figured that he could allow himself this one small luxury - one secret, unrequited crush to admire from afar, the memories of who he could use to fuel not just erotic but domestic fantasies in private. Rex had convinced himself that he could toe this line because his feelings only existed hypothetically, in a place that could be buried underground and denied if he were ever questioned. But as soon as his brothers had caught on, his secret was unearthed and he was unable to deny the reality of those feelings solidifying and knocking him on his ass: He was hopelessly smitten and Torrent company wasn’t going to let this go.

Despite the non-stop teasing, the boys were truly happy to see their by-the-books captain show some interest in someone and Fives in particular had made it his personal mission to get Rex laid.

“None of us would report you for asking her out you know.”

Rex stiffened. This was the first time any of his vode had addressed the issue so straightforwardly and even though he did his best to project a professional neutrality, the way he couldn’t meet Fives’ eyes betrayed the intense sense of longing he felt in his heart.

“Senator Amidala’s press manager and I are nothing more than friends. Our duty is to the Republic and anything that could jeopardize our loyalty to the GAR is tantamount to treason.”

But that was before Saleucami. And now…now Rex doesn’t know where he stands.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on this because you’ve suddenly looked up from your commlink, eyebrows still knit and lips in a pout but karking hells, your face actually lights up when you spot him.

“Well well well - look what the tooka dragged in. Fancy seeing you here, Captain.” You love addressing Rex by his rank in mock formality, and he always plays along. In the past, he’s thought briefly, hoped, that the playful way you banter with him could be flirting, that the look in your eyes might mean you feel something for him too. Not that he would or should do anything about it.

“Where are you headed this fine evening?”

Rex huffs out a laugh as he approaches, “I’d hardly call it a ‘fine’ evening — you looked ready to kill a man.”

You cross your arms while averting your gaze. “Yeah, well you’d be mad too if your date left you waiting for over an hour.”

Oh.

Something in Rex’s stomach drops and he visibly deflates; any small flicker of hope he’d ever dared to entertain snuffed out in a moment. Of course you’re seeing someone — of course. And the di’kut apparently doesn’t know what he has because Rex would never take your time and company for granted. He feels indignant on your behalf.

“Well then with all due respect, ma’am —he’s an idiot.”

You can’t help but laugh at the conviction with which he declares this and Rex can’t help the little swell of pride that makes his chest puff — that he was the one to bring you some happiness this evening. He flashes you a lopsided grin.

“I’m never going on a blind date again,” you chuckle while looking away in silent consideration, worrying your lower lip between your teeth before shyly asking, “Have…have you had dinner yet?”

With those two sentences Rex can feel his spirits lift, a little spark lighting the torch he’s been carrying for you. You’re not really seeing anyone, and what’s more, you’re sort of asking him on a date?

“Ma’am? Are you… asking me out?” He asks playfully, hoping you wouldn’t sense the desire burning within him.

Rex knows he shouldn’t even be entertaining this. He knows it’s against regulation, but fuck did seeing Cut with a family awaken new possibilities for him.

You smile at him with a look that’s both coy and uncertain and Rex can’t believe the next words out of your mouth.

“I guess that depends on what your answer is.”

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You hadn’t been working with Padme for long before you met the handsome captain, moments after his Jedi barged into your meeting unannounced. Rex had the decency to look sheepish as he apologized later in the hallway and you couldn’t help but think he was cute. It’s not often you click with new people, but you could feel a chemistry with Rex as soon as he huffed out a laugh at your stupid joke.

It only took three more chance encounters in her office and a few of your less-than-subtle questions about him before Padme figured out your feelings towards Rex. You were both obviously aware of the restrictions surrounding romantic entanglements with clones, but the senator, herself in a secret, forbidden marriage, isn’t one to let regulation stand in the way of love — not that I love him, you thought to yourself (that would be insane - you barely know the man) but you think that you could.

Padme approached matchmaking like she did politics: with diplomatic strategy. In short, she was the ultimate wingwoman. Somehow, Rex and Anakin’s interruptions became even more frequent after she gently confronted you about your crush and her private conversations with the general seemed to last a little longer, leaving you and the trooper alone to socialize.

While you were beginning to gain some confidence that the captain may return your interest, you were nervous to make a move because of the highly illegal nature of such a proposition. Even with Padme’s help and encouragement, Rex was a well respected, loyal trooper and you weren’t confident he’d be willing to risk his rank and life for…what - a date? After several months, Anakin had been able to gather pretty definitive evidence that Rex had no intention of crossing that line.

Padme was the one to deliver the news and you did your best to keep the disappointment and hurt from your face.

“Why don’t I set you up? I know Senator Clovis has a few friends that you’d like,” Padme had gently suggested. “You’ll forget all about Rex after a few fun nights out.”

Five failed dates later and you found yourself being stood up by a senatorial aid in front of a swanky restaurant feeling one part humiliated and one part irate.

And then he was there - helmetless but dressed in full armor - and you couldn’t help how the sight of him made your heart flip flop in your chest. You’re not sure what gave you the courage to finally make a move but something about his energy was different tonight.

“Have…have you had dinner yet?”

—

“I’m sorry but this…this is disgusting.”

Rex looks truly repulsed as he stares at the slop on his plate before finally pushing it away. Not many respectable establishments on the surface serve clones so you’d opted to order in. Unfortunately there was a mix up at the restaurant and you ended up with someone else’s food. They had terrible taste.

“I’m never letting you pick the restaurant ever again,” you tease while setting aside your plate and turning your body towards Rex. What started out as a rotten evening was turning out to be one of the most fun nights you’d had in awhile. After the initial awkwardness of navigating being on a “date”, the two of you slipped back into your familiar, playful dynamic. Rex was as kind and considerate as always and you couldn’t help but think about how handsome he is. He had stripped down to his blacks after entering your apartment and Maker did he look good.

He pauses before turning to face you, his arm bent, resting over the back of the couch “…’again’ huh?”

Rex had meant for it to come out more playful but his voice betrayed the hope and longing gripping his heart.

You would normally fire back with something witty and flirtatious but you’re just now realizing how close he’s sitting to you. The energy between you has suddenly shifted; what was friendly and comfortable now felt charged with possibility, the air electric. Your mouth feels too dry and you swallow thickly before managing to nod once.

“Yeah…Again.” You breathe.

The seconds seem to stagnate, stretching to impossible lengths as he leans in slowly and licks his lips, eyes darting down towards yours before meeting your gaze again.

“Can I - can I kiss you?”

And just like that, the heat building between the two of you over the last year boils over and rushes straight to your core. You crash your lips into his and he snakes a hand around your waist while the other grips the back of your head, pulling you impossibly closer. Your hands rove the firm planes of his chest, traveling over his broad shoulders and then up behind his neck before scratching your nails over his scalp. He moans into your mouth, sending shivers down your spine and another flood of warmth to your center.

He chases your lips as you pull away momentarily to straddle his hips. Rex’s pupils are blown wide with lust as he cups your face and pulls you into another bruising kiss, his tongue licking into your mouth, hands moving to squeeze your waist and bunch the silky fabric in his fists. You breathe a desperate whine when he breaks away and you know you should feel pathetic, whimpering as he kisses down your neck and sucks a mark at the base, but your body is on fire and burning too hot to care. He pauses his lips above the dip between your breasts, eyes glancing up to you for permission.

“Is this ok?” He asks while rubbing soothing circles into your waist. Maker he’s so cute, you think.

“Yes,” you breathe, “you can touch me anywhere.”

Rex palms at your tits, swiping the pads of his thumbs over your pebbled nipples before pulling down the front of your dress and sucking a sensitive bud into his mouth and releasing it with a lewd pop. Your back arches as you grind yourself over his hardening bulge, whimpering for more.

“F-fuck I’ve wanted you for so long,” he growls into your jaw as his hands travel the length of your thighs, sliding under the hem of your dress and bunching it up around your waist as he gropes the plush of your ass, fingers moving to tease the band of your panties.

You cup his jaw in your hands, tilt his face up towards yours and, pressing your forehead to his you whisper, “then have me.” His cock twitches as he takes you in — kiss bruised lips smeared with lipstick are parted, chest heaving, breasts exposed and heavy lidded eyes leave you looking completely debauched. You’re a vision plucked straight from his dreams and Rex reaches cautiously, hands trembling — as if any sudden movements could cause him to wake in his bunk, alone and painfully hard — to unzip your dress. And when you’re finally bare before him his breath hitches.

You lean forward, nipping at his ear and whisper, “Take me to bed, captain.”

Rex completely short circuits. He doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve this. He can’t believe you’re real. Maybe he actually died from that blaster wound on Saleucami and he’s gone to some paradise in the afterlife. Somehow he finds the wherewithal to grip under your thighs and lift you, standing as you mouth at his jaw.

Your apartment is small so Rex finds the bed room easily. He tosses you gently onto the bed and he pulls the top of his blacks over his head. Your eyes widen. It’s not like you didn’t know he’d have a body like this; after all, he’s basically a genetically modified super soldier and Maker knows you’ve fantasized about it. But you’re still shocked into an awestruck silence when you actually see him. Rex is built like a god — defined upper body, corded muscles under golden skin begging to be touched. You watch with bated breath as he peels off his bottoms, freeing his stiff cock and for the first time you thank the Kaminoans because fuck — he’s huge.

You must have been staring because he’s stopped undressing, eyes worried and eyebrows knit. He self consciously looks down at himself and back to you.

“Uh…is th – am I not what you expected?” He asks and the hurt that flashes in his eyes breaks your heart.

“What? No! I mean fuck, Rex,” you stammer out as you rise up to your knees and run your hand down his chest and over his abdomen appreciatively, “Maker, you’re just… you’re way hotter than I imagined,” you admit with a nervous chuckle. Your eyes meet his and you bite your lip, sinking back down until your face is level with his cock. You wrap a hand around the base and lick a stripe up the underside and Rex struggles to control his breathing. Without breaking eye contact, you take him into your mouth, swiping your tongue over the bead of precum leaking from the tip and his hands fly to grip the back of your head as he throws his head back and groans.

“F-fuck.”

You could get addicted to this kind of power. Rex, venerable clone captain of the 501st, falling apart and trembling because of your mouth. You take him in further until he’s touching the back of your throat and your nose brushes against the coarse hairs at the base of his cock. You can feel him tensing and fisting your hair as he struggles not to buck into your mouth. Breathing through your nose you gag on his length before pulling off to replace your mouth with your hand and stroke him languidly.

“Maker — Fuck. C’mere,” he grits out while pulling you up into another searing kiss. Rex’s hands desperately roam your body, groping and feeling and squeezing, pushing you down gently to lay on your back as he crawls over you. He slides one hand down to your center and runs a finger through your folds.

“You’re so wet.” Rex moans appreciatively as he swipes a finger over your clit.

“Yes,” you whimper into his mouth, “All ‘cause of you. I want you so bad, Rex.”

He pushes two fingers into your hole and the stretch has you throbbing with need and sets your nerve endings alight. As he pumps in and out, you slip a hand down to rub tight circles over your clit.

“That’s my girl,” he praises as he adds a third finger, “you can come for me like this, yeah?”

You can feel yourself edging closer and closer to your climax but you don’t want it to end yet. “Rex please — I want you…. I wanna feel you inside me,” you moan pathetically.

“Just give me one. Just give me one like this and you can have whatever you want.” He grits out and with that, he curls his fingers, hitting that spot that makes you scream. Your vision goes white and you fist the sheets as Rex fucks you through your orgasm, his fingers now dripping with your release. And when you finally come down from your high, panting and boneless, he crawls up onto the bed to kiss you sweetly, cupping your cheek in his hand and gently caressing the skin with his thumb. He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to yours, gazing into your eyes with an awe-struck look that melts your heart.

You huff out an incredulous laugh. “Wow,” you breath. Rex responds with a dopey, crooked smile and you reach out to cup his face in your hands. “Fuck me, Rex.”

His eyes darken before he crashes his lips to yours, tongue swiping into your mouth as he reaches down to blindly notch himself at your entrance and push in slowly. You can feel every ridge and vein as he breeches your tight walls and you both groan in unison when he’s buried to the hilt. You wrap your legs around him and dig your heels into his ass, begging for him to move.

You’d normally like to be fucked fast and rough but there’s something about the slow, deep way Rex thrusts into you that feels reverential, like you’re a goddess and he’s worshipping at your altar. The feeling clouds your mind and sparks something deep inside and when he threads his fingers through yours you feel like your heart could burst out of your chest. He kisses along your jaw and babbles incoherently into your ear.

“Th-think about you all the time.”

“F-fuck, mesh’la.”

“Feel better than I imagined.”

He picks up his pace, grinding into you when his hips meet yours. You never thought such vanilla sex could feel so mind meltingly good but the new pace he’s set, the way his coarse hairs rub against your clit, and his mumbled confessions send you to another plane of existence, building and building and building.

“Oh stars, Rex, please don’t stop,” you beg. “I’m so close.” You frantically reach around his back, nails sinking into his skin as the heat building in your core finally ignites and —

“Oh gods Rex, I—FUCK”

You’re sobbing his name as he ruts into you, fucking you through your orgasm and desperately seeking his own release. Your walls grip his cock like a vice and he follows soon after, choking out a strangled moan as he rips himself from your warmth to take himself in hand and cover your breasts in his release.

The moments that follow are quiet. There’s only the sound of your heavy breaths, both of your chests heaving as you come down from your highs, taking each other in. Your faces are mirrors of incredulity.

Did that actually just happen?

As the fog of lust dissipates, you remember the confessions he moaned into your ear. Could he have feelings for you too? Was any of that true?

You’re at a loss for words, stunned into silence until Rex clears his throat, “Ah uh where can I find —“ he motions at the mess he’s made.

“Oh,” you mentally shake yourself out of your stupor.

“Towels and stuff are in the ‘fresher under the sink,” you say as you prop yourself up on your forearms, “…thanks.”

He’s back in a moment with a warm, damp washcloth, gently wiping away his spend from your chest. His eyes make contact with yours. They’re full of adoration and uncertainty and he opens his mouth to speak just when the sound of his commlink chirps from the other room.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t massively disappointed when he reluctantly left to answer it; you can hear him being called away, an order to return to base immediately.

When he returns to your room, Rex is wearing an expression you can’t read. It’s serious but the way his eyebrows are knit together betrays a sense of…sadness? Regret? Your heart is in your throat. Maybe he’s realized what a massive mistake this was. That he could be court martialed if this progressed any further.

“So you’re being summoned. Duty calls?” You tease, trying to find familiar ground, an attempt to return to your old dynamic and calm your nerves.

“That’s right.” His voice is tight and he nods once in your direction before finding his discarded blacks and redressing. You watch him silently from your bed, admiring the shadowy outline of his muscles rippling in the dim light as he pulls on his top. He pauses for a moment and turns his head to look at you in consideration before walking out of the room. You hear the snaps of claps and the clanking of plastoid as he puts on his armor and briefly consider whether you should get up to see him out when he returns fully dressed. Rex nervously adjusts his vambraces before breaking the silence.

“Can I…see you again?” He asks shyly.

Your chest squeezes and you can’t help the smile that’s plastering your face.

“Yeah,” you breathe. “I’d like that.” Rex’s face lights up with your acceptance and he thanks the Maker for the scar at the center of his chest, for the near-death experience that led him to Cut. For the Lawquanes. For opening his eyes to look past his programming and showing him that maybe…

Maybe things could be different.

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Part 2 >

A/N: WOW my respect for fic writers on this hellsite has increased tenfold. Formatting in this editor is a bitch. Why are all the paragraph breaks different sizes? I can’t.

Tagging some Rex sluts: @djarinsbeskar @asta-lily @book-of-baba-fett @djarrex @rowansparrow

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