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theogfulcrum22 · 9 months

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Espionage | HunterxOC Story: Ch 5

Chapter 5 - Grief

Only Warning is emotions... A lot of emotions

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Character Artwork by xleintje

She cant believe it, one of her closest friends, who she believed to be dead, is standing right in front of her. She walks up to the former arc trooper, his facial expression is mixed with nervousness, sorrow, Pain and relief. Once Widow makes her way to Echo she slowly places her hands on both sides of his hollowed face, brown eyes staring into each other. After a moment she directs Echos head to lean forward a bit as she is leaning her head forward, their foreheads meet in the middle with both of their eyes closed. "Hey Echo." She says in a low tone with a Smile, Echo silently snorts "Hey Wid, miss me?" He smiles back at her.

Widow laughs as they pull away from another "I mean I spent the last almost two years thinking you were dead you di'kut, of course I missed you." Widows says as she grabs her gear, Echo holds his hand out motioning for her to hand him the gear bag. Widow shakes her head "no its alright Echo, Im more than capable to bring this onto the ship" she states calmly "Im not saying youre not capable I just want to have some sort of normalcy and to not be treated like some fragile Cadet, who is afraid of being broken." Echo states firmly as he takes her bag from her making his way up the ramp.

She looks over to Hunter with a shocked, confused and grateful look on her face. "H-how?" She asked as she walked back over to him. Hunter sighs "apparently the explosion did not kill him, and when the separatist found out, they sold him to the technical union." He pauses rubbing his face before continuing "he looks better than when we found him, Im glad you werent there to witness it. We werent sure if he were a corpse or a severely malnourished man" he finishes. Widow nods in understanding of the severity of the situation. "Thank you" she says as she looks up to the Sergeant , she carefully decides her next move as she places a hand against the sergeant's shoulder and gives him a small kiss on his cheek. "I mean it, thank you." She says as she steps away to head onto the ship. Leaving Hunter standing on the platform looking out to the horizon of Ryloth.

Later That Night

Widow is sitting with Echo telling him of the events that have transpired since his absence. Echo is absorbing every story she has told him from Umbra all the way to recent trip to Ryloth. She takes a long deep sigh "Did Rex happen to tell you what happened to Fives?" She questions the ARC trooper, "Not much except for the fact he died" Echo responded. Widow drops her head and looks back up to Echo, "I didn't think Rex would tell you what happened. I was there that night it happened" Widow pauses as she closes her eyes to recall the memory "Fives investigated the circumstances of Tup's death, apparently Tup killed a jedi on the mission they were on together. Tup was sent back to Tipoca City for further investigation but he did not survive the procedure from my understanding" She sighs "Its hard to recall because fives wasn't okay when he came by my apartment to explain what was happening."

She looks down once again not opening her eyes because of tears threatening to fill her eyes "He tried to tell me about how there are these inhibitor chips that are placed in every clone, but he wasn't able to go into full detail. He had received word that Rex and General Skywalker wanted to speak with him." She looks back up and opens her eyes, tears involuntarily leave her eyes as she starts to sniffle. Echo is looking at her in shock, he has never seen her in this emotional state before, he reaches out to hold her hand with his flesh hand, he grabs it and holds it firmly squeezing it to urge her to continue.

She smiles gently but sadly at him "He didn't tell me where he was going, so me being me I decided to follow him. Once I was able to find him I saw Rex and Skywalker in a ray shield. I heard how Fives was trying to explain himself but from the tones of their voices both Rex and Anakin didn't believe him, or even understand where he was coming from!" Her voice gradually gets louder as she continues to talk about it. Her anger is boiling at this point. She feels another gentle squeeze on her hand for reassurance. "He was gunned down by the Coruscant guards who had also followed him. They had gunned him down once he reached for his weapons Echo." She breaks down falling out of her chair loudly sobbing recalling the memory, she never grieved for Fives, she ran instead of confronting Rex and Anakin about this.

She wasn't aware that Echos hand had left hers and then his arms were wrapped around her tightly, he pulled her close to him as he settled on the floor next to her. He guides her to where her head is in the crook of his neck, she buries her head in the area trying to hide her cries but is failing since everyone had heard her break down and one other who had tried not to listen to conversation but he heard every single word, making him happy that Widow won't have to repeat it for him later.

Hunters heart broke hearing her break down like that, he had known her to not have her guard down, shes that bright light of the team who takes an interest in everyone's activities, she treats them like normal human beings, not like troopers, clones or anything. That is what he admires most about her, among many other things.

He gives them a moment before he gets up to check on her, he was able to find them in the Gunners seat. He saw Echo holding Widow closely to himself, Hunter can tell Echo is having a hard time containing his own emotions in order to keep the red headed agent from losing it even more. Hunter walks up to Echo quietly "Do you need me to take over?" He mouths and motions to her, Echo looks down at her and sees she calmed down slightly but clinging onto him. He shakes his head no "I cant leave her like this, her and I have been through a lot together. She's my sister Hunter and I won't leave her like this." The arc trooper says quietly as Widow and slowing drifting off to sleep. Hunter nods and walks away leaving them alone to grieve.

#bad batch hunter #star wars #fanfic #sw tbb #hunter x reader #star wars the bad batch #tbb echo

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mwolf0epsilon · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 4: Dead On Your Feet

Prompt: Waking Up Disoriented

Summary: Tup doesn't remember when it started. These strange dizzy spells that overtook him, and waking up confused in someplace he knows for sure that he shouldn't be. What he does remember is the fear these odd events always brought him...

[Ringo Vida couldn't have been the only place where Tup started feeling the effects of his decaying inhibitor chip. The question is whether or not he might have been hiding his deteriorating condition from the others.]

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Tup doesn't remember when it started. These strange dizzy spells that overtook him, and waking up confused in someplace he knows for sure that he shouldn't be. What he does remember is the fear these odd events always brought him.

Extraordinary circumstances were things to be feared. Kamino had taught him that lesson from his decanting to his deployment. And, even if he'd grown somewhat relaxed within the safety of the 501st, there was no denying that being uniquely special in a way that affected your performance negatively, could still very much end poorly for you.

What good was a soldier that got lost in their own head and wake up disoriented in some far off hallway they didn't remember traversing?

What good was a soldier that suffered constant headaches and barely slept due to night-terrors?

What good was a soldier who couldn't account for missing time, or strange injuries?

The Jedi should be safe. Should keep them safe. But Krell hadn't been safe and Umbara had given him new reason to hide his peculiar condition. Even from his vode. Peculiar brothers that don't fit in and act wrong, get cast aside and end up dead.

Dead dead dead like Dogma.

Because Tup was a coward and he hadn't tried enough to help his fellow misfit. His little brother. The little brother who was beaten to death thinking he was hated. Dogma died for the Jedi's sins.

H̸̙̊ȅ̷̘ ̷̻͝h̵̲̓a̵̜͝ț̸̽e̴̓ͅd̸̦̈́ ̷̫̚t̵̮̂h̷̑͜e̸̺͐m̵͙͑ ̸̲̓f̵͚̋ö̷͍r̴̛͎ ̴̧͝í̸̗t̸̮́.̴̨͒

T̷̫͝ḥ̴̇e̴̘͐y̷̨̐ ̴̣̅w̴̫̃e̷̢͊r̶̪͝é̸̺ ̷͔̽t̸̞͘ḣ̸͙e̴͖̽ ̸̬̃o̶̥̓n̵͙͝e̷̥͝s̶̹̿ ̵͚̅t̷͎̅h̸͚͊a̷̛̹ţ̸̑ ̵͓̈d̷̫̊ë̸̺ś̸̝ë̶̥r̶̺͠v̸̤͆ẹ̸̇ď̵̝ ̷̩̌t̴͝ͅo̴̗͐ ̶̧̀ď̵͇i̸͖̎ẻ̴̪.̸̋ͅ

Tup comes to in a storage room. Right temple throbbing so painfully with the force of his headache that he can barely think. There's the taste of blood on his tongue, drying tear tracks on his face, and blurry eyes full of anguish and anger.

Anger at what? He's not entirely sure.

There's a lot he's not sure about anymore. Not the state of his ailing body or his frayed mind. Nor the chances that this war will really end. He used to be hopeful for what might come next, but even Fives's encouraging smiles and teasing jokes have lost their affect on him.

He humors his ori'vod, and he knows he's a good liar when the ARC buys his fake smiles. Only his batchmate, his twin, had ever caught on when Tup was lying.

D̸͓̒ŏ̴̼g̶̟̈m̶͚̋a̸̯̐ ̶̮̀i̴̟̓s̴̙̑ ̸͙̈́g̶̱̚o̷̗͝n̶̝͐e̶̬͑ ̸̧̽y̶͈̅ó̵̩û̸͍ ̶̘͛l̵̹͌ḛ̶̌t̴̥̑ ̷̞̾ṱ̷͛ḩ̴͋ẽ̸͉ ̵̹̊J̴͙͛ȩ̵͝d̴̗͋i̷͔͠ ̷͔͝k̶̠͘ì̷̢l̶̩̃l̸̳͋ ̸̉͜h̶̰͝ĩ̵͜m̴̰̈́.̵̠͒

Whimpering pathetically, Tup clutches at his temples and curls in on himself as tightly as he can. No matter what he does the headaches won't leave him.

He hasn't gone to a medic about it. The medics wouldn't be able to help. Not with this. Matters of the mind were scary even for them.

All clones fear madness. Tup is sure he's going mad.

He can't ask for help that he won't get.

T̵͉͌h̷̗̏ę̷̌ ̶̰̊p̷̬͑a̸̐͜i̸̳̿n̶͈͗ ̷̖͝ẅ̷̢́ï̵͉l̴͖̍l̸̖̀ ̵̤͌ḃ̴͙ĕ̷̺ ̷̡̎g̶̲̏ỏ̸̻n̴̙̐e̸͉̚ ̸̰̆i̴̘̐f̴̨͊ ̸͖͆ẙ̵̳o̸̤̐ṵ̷̿ ̶̞̃k̷̠̃i̵̠͑l̴̨̽ľ̶͜ ̵̗̽ẗ̴̹́h̴̢͊ẹ̴͐ ̵͕̎J̷̺́ẹ̴̈́d̶̗͝i̸͙͘.̶͈̐

Nothing will make it stop. It's progressive. It's growing stronger. His patches of missing time growing more numerous. It's getting harder to lie about where he's been because he honestly doesn't know anymore.

Tup is going mad and he's so very very afraid.

G̸̲̀ỏ̸͙o̷̤͝d̶̩̅ ̷̮͌s̵̡̈o̷̯̿l̸͎̿d̶̹͒i̷͖͝e̵͔̓r̷̳͝s̴̹̊ ̶͙̅f̴̨̓ỏ̸̹l̷̹͐l̴̡̀o̸̡̐ẃ̸̼ ̷̗̅ó̴̟r̵͓̅d̵͚̔è̴͙r̶̮̔s̴̹̎.̸͖̐

#Eps Writes #star wars #the clone wars #whumptober2022 #clone trooper tup #inhibitor chips #survivor's guilt

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thememerman · 3 years

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Not gone

merely marching

far away

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rcfekjwtaardby-moved · 3 years

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@kavecika liked for starter

"Kave, you have to help me with one thing. I want to extract my inhibitor chip, which the long-necks put into my head. The problem is, no one knows what will happen to me when the chip is removed. Tup died after chip was removed, Fives has gone mad... But he was convinced that the chips were dangerous. I... I have to check. I don't belive that it was parasites. Parasites not that selective. Why only Jedi? You will perform the operation and watch me after I regained consciousness. If I do not go crazy, it will mean that Fives was right. You are the only person I could trust in this"

#kavecika #🏥 ▓ ▌caring medic ( muse: kix )#🏥 ▓ ▌caring medic ( kix interactions )#v: the clone wars

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clonewarslover55 · 4 years

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Fic where reader is a Republic officer (not a clone or jedi) who confronts Shaak Ti after learning about how poorly she handled the whole inhibitor chip investigation, and how that led to Fives's death? (Reader loved Fives, whether or not he knew/reciprocated is your choice). I understand if it's too intense or specific, but I figured it was worth asking.

Ohh! I like this request! Sorry it took me some time, hopefully it’s what you wanted! Also I love to write whatever, no matter how intense or specific! I hope you enjoy it!!

Notes: I didn’t really like how this came out, sorry. I hope it’s good enough.

Warnings: Angst! So much angst. Crying, mentions of death, yelling at Jedi, loss of a lover, shit talking the Jedi, wanting better for clones,

*Coruscant*

Fives was dead. He was your long term lover, and future husband. Well he was your future husband. You marched down the hallways of the senate building, on your way to Shaak Ti. You had no meeting with her, but you were too mad to listen to rules. Fives died yesterday, and she was at fault. She could have prevented his death.

You tried to keep from crying as you walked quickly, your Republic officer uniform making swishing noises at how fast you were walking. Fives came to you in the middle of the night, rambling and crying about the plot to kill the Jedi. You believed him after all, especially when he said he thought the Chancellor was behind it. He had to rush out, leaving after giving you a passionate kiss. His own brothers and the police were chasing him, which caused him to leave quickly. He didn’t want you getting involved.

You made it to the room where she sat, waiting to talk to more people about what happened. You knocked a few times, your blood boiling. Fives didn’t want you getting involved, but he wasn’t here to stop you. The peaceful Jedi opened the door, frowning at your expression. She could obviously feel the anger, sadness, and frustration that radiates off of you. Along with the many more heartbreaking emotions you felt.

Shaak Ti gently said your name, before inviting you in. You brushed past the Jedi angrily and stood in the middle of the room, “May I ask what this is about?” You couldn’t hold back your sneer, “It’s about Fives.” She blinked, “The situation was handled.” Her soft voice only pissed you off more.

You clenched your fists at your side, “Not very well! He was murdered!” Shaak Ti wasn’t stupid, so she quickly realized you were here because you were involved with the deceased clone trooper. “He was ill.” You snorted, “No he wasn’t! Neither was Tup! Something is going on!! You could have saved him! But you didn’t!!” She looked appalled.

Shaak Ti softly shook her head, “No.” You let out a sad laugh, the tears now streaking down your face. “You could have gone on with a deep investigation! Someone who wasn’t a Kaminoan should’ve taken care of the chips and checked them for their real purpose! You could have done so much more but you just let him die!!” Shaak Ti crossed her arms, “You need to calm down, you are not thinking straight.”

You wiped your eyes aggressively, “No I am. I see the truth now. The Chancellor is just as corrupt as you Jedi!! You only care about yourselves!” She shook her head, “We were not the cause of this.” You sneered more, your teeth bared, “Someone was. Someone terrible who paid the Kaminoans enough to play both sides!” She gave you a hard look, “They are very loyal to us. They would never turn our army against us. You must realize this.” You shook your head, your tears clouding your vision.

“Fives is right! You could have saved him!! You just let him die for nothing!! You won’t even take anything away from what he died for?!!” You were screaming loudly now. Shaak Ti sighed, “He was very ill, we tested him.” You threw up your hands, “It was a false test! They probably just burned him and called it a day!”

Shaak Ti frowned at you, “You say you care about your clones but you obviously don’t! They die for you petty Jedi! They die for nothing! Fives tried to save you all and you only brushed him off!” You stormed out quickly, done with screaming at the Jedi. You didn’t care what she thought happened, she only saw it from her point of view. The point of view of someone who had it all, not the point of view of a slave soldier.

You left the senate building sobbing. You didn’t know how, but someway you would evange Fives. No matter the cost. When Order 66 happened you watched the chaos happen, an emotionless look on your face. Fives was right, and no one believed him. He nearly prevented the rise of the Empire, and the death of millions.

#clone trooper fives #arc trooper fives #fives #fives x reader #fives x you #shaak ti

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whataboutthesecondbreakfast · 4 years

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Clone troopers as the Fellowship of the Ring

Cody/Gandalf: Cody gives off a wise, serious-but-occasionally-chill vibe. He’s no nonsense at work but very approachable off-duty. As a marshal commander he’s in charge of tons of stuff, just like Gandalf who organizes the plan to destroy Sauron and the ring.

Rex/Aragorn: A formidable fighter and a compassionate leader. Who’s better than Rex to represent Aragorn aka heir of Isildur aka King Elessar? His name literally means ‘king’ in Latin. He demonstrates his excellent leadership skills throughout the war.

Fives/Frodo: The tragic hero who saves everyone else err *spoilers* at least Rex and Ahsoka in Fives’ case. Fives tries his best to uncover Palpatine’s plot to prevent Order 66 even if it means losing his life. Frodo carries the One Ring and never fully recovers from this burden.

Echo/Sam: DOMINO TWINS. BROTP FOREVER. They’re together since the beginning. You can’t think of Echo without Fives and Sam without Frodo. Even their ending resemble each other: Fives dies and Echo lives, Frodo leaves for Valinor and Sam stays behind.

Gregor/Merry: The one who becomes more serious as the story progresses. Gregor thinks he’s just a normal guy at the beginning. When he knows he’s a clone commando he enters fighting mode immediately. Merry doesn’t understand the stakes at first but he matures as the War of the Ring draws to the end. Plus they wear yellow :D

Tup/Pippin: The Troublemaker. Tup kills a jedi albeit unintentionally and one thing leads to another. Pippin is constantly causing trouble e.g. waking the goblins in Moria, looking into the palantir, etc. Although the Pippin-stressing-Gandalf-tf-out dynamic fits Rex and Fives/Hardcase/Jesse better, idk 212th well enough to decide who causes Cody the most headaches. I’d say Obi-Wan if it’s not a post about clones.

Hardcase/Gimli: Super loud. Always complaining. He’s totally the kind of trooper who competes with his brothers for kill count like it’s a game. He’d probably said this during Umbara arc: “Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?”

Kix/Legolas: He’s beauty, he’s grace, he’ll punch you in the face. He’s the prettiest clone ever have you seen his high maintenance af haircut? He fights with elegance ok I just made this up but no one can change my mind. The elves are also said to be great healers and Kix is a medic so 1+1=2.

Jesse/Boromir: *spoilers* Betrays his friends. Yes I know they’re under the influence of some evil shit (inhibitor chip/the ring) and do this unwillingly. Jesse hesitates when Rex persuades him but he executes Order 66 anyway RIP fuck Palpatine. Boromir realizes his mistake and redeems himself by protecting Merry and Pippin RIP fuck Sauron fuck Saruman.

Some of them don’t match 100% but that’s just me trying to put two of my favourite things ever together. FYI I’m using the film version of the Fellowship. What do you think?

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phantom-of-the-501st · 1 year

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Rex and the Domino Twins

This is gonna be sad again :(

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Do you ever think about the fact that Rex being so desperate to save Echo was in part due to the fact that he was probably still reeling from Five's death? We don't know how long after his death Echo was found, but it can't have been an overly long time.

Rex was there when both of the Domino Twins were lost and now he has an opportunity to possibly save one of them, to know that he didn't completely fail them. He's holding onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, he can see one of his younger brothers again.

We were so close to a reunion. Just a few more weeks before the inhibitor chip incident and those two could have seen each other again.

But if Tup's chip had never been activated, Fives would have never discovered the truth, and no-one would know to remove them. And instead Echo would have watched his brother succumb to the chip.

Those two were doomed to never reunite, to never spend the rest of their lives together. Both sacrificed themselves to help protect their friends and their brothers. And because of that, they lost each other.

And even though Rex saves Echo, he knows that he has to tell him the truth.

That Fives died.

And it was only a short time ago.

Afterthoughts: Honestly, the amount of guilt that Rex probably feels about these two alone is heartbreaking. He knew how close those two were and he had to watch each of them survive without their other half, knowing that maybe he could have done something.

Rex was there when Fives was grieving Echo. And Rex was probably the one to tell Echo about Fives. And he was there when each of them were lost. He probably watches each of them and is reminded of his failings as a captain. He couldn't protect his men and seeing those two apart solidifies that.

Obviously, it's not his fault. Those two sacrificed themselves to protect their brothers. But that guilt probably eats away at him.

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Where did everybody go? | Whumptober2020

Abandoned | Isolation

TW: Death, Depression, Graphic Descriptions of Violence

Summary: Rex returns to the wreckage of the Venator once Ahsoka falls asleep to mourn his brothers.

AO3 Link | Whumptober Index

The phrase ‘silent as the grave’ is misleading. Not all graves are silent. Some are, the ones that gave rise to the term certainly were. But not this one. It wasn’t the crackling of the small fire that burned at his side that broke the silence, nor the breathing of Ahsoka on the other side of that fire. It was the sound of the Venator breaking into pieces against the moon. Creaking metal screamed with every gust of wind, often breaking off and falling to the ground with a clatter. But to Rex, still awake, it was the screaming of his brothers and the clatter of their bodies as the ship broke the surface of the moon. So many of his brothers dead, joining those he had lost before. Hez, Vere, Ayar, Lunn, Ged, Vaize, Ince, Denal, Oz, Ringo, Hardcase, Dogma, Tup, Fives, Kix, Vaughn, Sterling, Ridge, Jesse. From Torrent Company down to the 332nd Company. And more, brothers whose names he could no longer remember. Or maybe he did remember but chose not to. He’d killed four of them himself. The group who had held the door of the medical bay in which Ahsoka had desperately tried to save him. Rex had shot blindly, but he knew that he hadn’t missed. Maybe, in the end, he’d saved them from a far more painful death. By the time he and Ahsoka had been able to climb into the wreckage, everyone had died, but there had been signs that they hadn’t all died immediately upon impact.

Rex pushed himself up into a standing position and stepped out from their sheltered alcove under a stable portion of wreckage. The stars of the galaxy shone above them. A galaxy that was now different, how different Rex had yet to learn, but different nonetheless. The Jedi were gone, and for all that humanity mattered, so were the clones. Even with the chip gone, Rex could feel it, the sheer numbing nothingness that had consumed him. He’d tried to fight it, and Fives had almost pulled him out, but when he had slipped and fallen it had bit into him and the venom it had left behind still ran through his blood. He could still feel the fall into the abyss. He should’ve trusted Fives, protected him, somehow changed the outcome of that day. But Fives had picked up his blaster and Fives had died, and that would not be changed. And that was why Rex was here, because of Fives. The millions of lives he could have saved had become one, and that one didn’t want his life when it came at the cost of all the others.

He found himself wandering to their graveyard. It wasn’t done yet, there were still bodies to pull from the wreckage, and still bodies to bury. Rex sunk to his knees beside one of them and knelt over it, pressing his forehead against the cracked plastoid.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

Rex found himself wishing, and not for the first time, that the man beneath him had executed him in the hangar. When he slept, he dreamt of a different scenario. One where Ahsoka escaped in the shuttle before Maul could get to it and Rex had died at Jesse’s hands. A single shot. Just the one, and he wouldn’t have found himself here. He should have died with him. He should’ve died with them. Clones weren’t meant to live alone, let alone live.

Rex’s tears wettened the dried blood staining Jesse’s armor, starting red rivulets that traced across the white plastoid.

Sometimes in war, it’s hard to be the one that survives.

Cody.

Was he dead too? Had General Kenobi cut him down when he turned his gun to him? Or had Cody killed his General? Rex didn’t know which scenario he preferred at the moment. Perhaps, the scenario that never happened, when Cody died at Yerbana, still himself and not knowing of the betrayal that was to come. That was the fate Rex wished he could choose for his friend. And Echo. Did he still have an inhibitor chip, or had that been removed when he had been stripped of his humanity? Cody was right. It was hard to be the one that survives.

Rex’s grip across Jesse’s torso tightened as a sob wracked his body. He couldn’t break down in front of Ahsoka. Break? Yes. But breaking and falling to pieces are two separate motions, and he had to stay strong for her during the day. He was all she had left in the galaxy. Obi-Wan and Anakin were dead, half of the men she had served with were dead, the other half wanted to kill her, and the Jedi were gone. Rex couldn’t help but feel that their blood was on his hands. If he’d listened to Fives, if he’d really listened and deescalated the situation beforehand, they would all still be here. The Jedi, his men, Fives and Jesse, would be here. Rex was already broken, but he let himself fall to pieces amongst his brothers. In the morning, he would put himself back together for Ahsoka, but tonight, he would sleep among his brothers for the last time.

As Rex lay down in the dirt beside Jesse, he didn’t notice the slight figure watching him from the far edge of the wreckage behind him.

Ahsoka was still asleep when he returned to their camp. The rosy pastels of dawn were just beginning to streak across the sky, but the sun hadn’t risen yet to awake her. As Rex lowered himself back to the ground beside the fire she stirred, eyes blinking open to meet his when she sat up.

“Where’d you go?”

Rex fumbled for his canned response. “Had to take a leak.”

Ahsoka nodded, seeming disappointed by his response. “Will you hold me?”

“Yeah, I can hold you.”

Ahsoka stood up and made her way around to his side of the fire, lowering herself into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her. Rex wondered if she could sense his own emotions and buried his face into her lekku as he hid the pain of the night deeper within his soul. She didn’t need to know that he felt emptier with her than he had among the empty bodies of his brothers, where he had left his soul.

#captain rex #ahsoka tano #whumptober2020 #no.8 #abandoned #isolation #death tw #depression tw #graphic depictions of violence tw #star wars #the clone wars #fic #my fics

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mando-chicken · 4 years

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Dark Fives AU Timeline

The Dark Fives AU is an AU based on the concept of a force sensitive Fives. This will be a general overview of the draft timeline, it may be subject to change as I begin to develop the AU further, but it should give you a general idea of what happens.

This took me so long to write oof, putting it under a read more to save your dash space!

To begin with, Fives didn’t really see himself as being any different to his other brothers. For the most part he just assumed that everyone had finely tuned senses, and thanks to a bit of a small attention span during his younger years he didn’t really notice when strange things happened.

Items he’d placed in a certain location would move closer to him and he would just assume that he must have put it closer to himself than he’d originally thought, or he would anticipate something before it happened and just put it down as dumb luck or a funny coincidence. Echo was usually too buried in regs or whatever exercise they were completing to notice these small tells either.

This advantage in skill over the other cadets was one of the many reasons their squad was fast tracked to their final test at a young age.

His skills give him an edge during battle and later during ARC training, but for a long while his abilities remain largely dormant.

Fives, occasionally, unconsciously influences the emotions of his brothers when feeling a particularly strong emotion – when he was agitated about failing the test the first time his anger rubbed off onto Hevy and Echo who then began to fight – he’s entirely unaware when he’s doing it, but it seems to effect Echo the most prominently.

When Fives loses Echo his abilities cause almost the entire 501st to plunge into a deep sadness as a wave of depressing emotions crashes over them from Fives. The Jedi notice something is bothering their troops but can’t quite pinpoint it thanks to Fives withdrawing himself from everyone else for a while.

It’s on Umbara when Fives finally cracks. After all the stress and horror that Krell put them all through he finds himself alone in one of the unused hangars, pacing and muttering angrily to himself. He’s worked himself up and when his emotions reach their peak he can’t help shouting, releasing all of his pent-up emotions at once.

Everything surrounding him is suddenly all violently throw away from him in all directions and it’s like the floodgates have finally been opened. He can feel the force as it all pours into his mind for the first time, whispering, shouting, screaming at him all at once. His panic only makes things worse; his mind being filled with images, thoughts and feelings of brothers all throughout the galaxy.

And he can feel them all dying.

It isn’t until Rex decides to come looking for him almost half an hour later that he’s finally found. Everything within several meters of his person is floating in the air dangerously, but Rex only needs to take one look at the state his vod’ika is in to brave the danger. He’s shaking and finding it impossible to get down enough oxygen, begging for the horrible voices and feelings to get out of his head and leave him alone.

Rex holds him for what feels like hours, struggling to get through to the distressed trooper and fearful of making the situation any worse than it already is. Eventually, however, Fives is exhausted from his panicking and begins to slowly drift off, calming slightly as he does so. It’s only then that Rex decides to call Kix to give him a once over and is able to get a somewhat shaky explanation.

They decide that until they can completely confirm what is happening to Fives, they won’t speak to the Jedi, their trust too shaken after killing Krell earlier that very day.

It becomes very difficult for Fives to hide his abilities after that – clones are used to expressing their emotions with one another, but due to having received no training on force abilities Fives finds almost anything can set off his abilities and it begins to become a bit of a hazard during battle.

Deciding that he’s becoming a danger to his brothers, Fives begins to experiment with the force during his downtime in the hopes of being able to control his skills. Without instruction on how to use the force he finds himself getting easily frustrated by it, but as a result finds that getting agitated is perhaps the easiest way of getting the force to do as he wishes.

When Tup attacks a Jedi, Fives senses what he’s going to do just before he does it, but it still unable to reach his brother in time. For a long while afterwards he blames himself for not reacting fast enough, despite all the training he’d been doing with his abilities.

Much of the arc continues the same way as it is portrayed in the show, up until the final confrontation with the Coruscant Guard. Able to sense Fox’s intention to fire at him, Fives reaches out with the force, throwing back the approaching troopers into the side of the large crates behind them. While none of the Guard are seriously injured by his attack, they are rendered largely unconscious from the strength of the attack.

Without the Guard to disrupt them, Fives is able to pass on all the information he’d learned from his time on Kamino and from the chancellor. Anakin is still highly skeptical, but with the convincing of Rex he’s willing to at least let them do a little investigating on their own.

While Anakin and Rex inform the chancellor that Fives was killed during a shootout – alleging that his body was lost when it fell down a nearby shaft to the lower levels – Kix and Jesse are quick to escort their brother to a disused medical facility within the GAR where they can begin some tests.

Finding the presence of the inhibitor chip is easy enough, but after a lengthy discussion they decide to allow Kix some time to study the chip and try to figure out just how it works. Anakin is very much interested in Fives’ force sensitivity, but unfortunately is unable to find the time to try and help the trooper hone his abilities, especially when the outer rim sieges begin.

Unfortunately for Fives, he is barred from joining his brothers in battle and forced to remain back on Coruscant by himself, unable to leave certain areas in case he is discovered. During this alone time, he is able to channel his frustration into strengthening his abilities.

When Echo is saved by Rex, Anakin and the Bad Batch he returns to Coruscant after being informed that Fives is still alive and the two of them are finally able to reunite.

Anakin is more than angered when Kix later confirms their fears about just what the chips were intended for and he immediately gives the order for the 501st to have their chips removed as subtly as possible.

When Anakin confronts Palpatine, he brings with him Rex, Fives and Echo (who insists he won’t let Fives go without him). Palpatine is all too happy to admit to everything, deciding that it’s time to try and turn Anakin to the dark side. For the most part he succeeds, but makes the mistake of insulting the gathered clones. What he wasn’t expecting was for one of them to practically throw him across the room with the force. He especially wasn’t expecting his loyal trooper, Fox, to draw his blaster and shoot him squarely through the back.

Fox is loyal to the chancellor, but his loyalty is to the Republic first and foremost, and there’s no way he can allow someone who has openly admitted to manipulating both his brothers and both sides of the war. He’s never been so happy that people tend to forget his presence in the room.

Skywalker takes over as chancellor, stating that it was Palpatine’s last act before he died after being gunned down by a ‘rogue bounty hunter’. With a little bit of Echo’s newfound computer skills, they’re able to come up with a flawless video that they show in place of the actual security footage that has already been erased and replaced.

His first act as chancellor is to free all clones, offering them all rights as full Republic citizens and permanently ending all clone production, passing on the information about the chips to all medics in the GAR. The senate is in uproar over the decision, but there’s nothing they can do about it, Anakin has the entire clone army on his side.

The Jedi, too, are upset by this development, but they are quickly outlawed and chased from Coruscant. Many of them die, but not as many as in the original purge. Cody assists Obi-wan in leaving Coruscant in secret, but refuses to leave his brothers behind and elects to stay with them in the GAR. During all the chaos the wolfpack and a large portion of the 104th are able to flee Coruscant with their Jedi and several younglings in tow – while no reported sightings are ever confirmed, it’s suspected that they’re all living together somewhere in the outer rim. Many other commanders and captains decide to leave the army, sneaking their Jedi out with them as they go.

Without Dooku and Sidious to lead them and assist war efforts from behind the scenes the war is brought to a close, taking only a few months longer. The planets and systems that had defected from the Republic are brought back into the fold and quickly after the first Galactic Empire is formed.

The Kaminoans attempt to keep many of the young clones who are yet to be born, but Emperor Skywalker, who has recently become a father himself, refuses to allow these children to be kept as slaves and sends in his men to take them by force. Fives can’t recall a more glorious sight than watching Tipoca City burn, all his brothers safely by his side.

Anakin takes on training Fives personally and within a few years he is anointed as the first member and leader of their new Imperial Inquisition. He trains force sensitive younglings to use their gifts and even manages to find a few fellow force sensitive brothers who quickly become a part of a tight knit group of fearsome enforcers of the Empire’s will.

Rex and Cody share the burden of commanding the GAR, and Rex continues to serve as Anakin’s most trusted advisor. Cody on the other hand oversees the training of civillians who hope to join the GAR, ensuring that their skills are sharp enough to be considered for entry. It’s a hard job for them both, but they’re determined to ensure that standards are upkept for both the safety of the Empire and their brothers who chose to continue serving in the army.

Echo works closely with the special forces, reporting directly to Rex, Cody, and occasionally Anakin. He meets up with the Bad Batch and they quickly become a formidable team and good friends. He of course returns back to Coruscant regularly to meet up with Fives and the two of them often exchange crazy stories from their work.

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Captain and Commander

Did anyone ask for some angsty garbage about Ahsoka and Rex during Order 66 on Mandalore? No? Well, here, have some anyway.

“Ahsoka? Ahsoka!” Rex charged down the halls with both pistols drawn, looking for even a fleeting glimpse of blue stripes against white. Last he’d seen her, she’d been obscured by a screen of blasterfire, half of it aimed at her, half of it aimed a him because he’d stepped forward to help her. He heard movement up ahead, and began to jog. “Ashoka?”

He turned the corner, and she turned a rifle on him.

“Don’t come any closer!” She screamed, gripping the blaster with both hands. He stumbled to a halt and put up his hands, pistols pointed at the ceiling.

“Commander,” he said, lifting his fingers free of the triggers, “I’m not going to hurt you,”

“That’s what they said,” Ahsoka snapped back, tightening her grip on the blaster. There were three troopers dead at her feet, gaping stab wounds still smoldering. He tried to take a step forward and she fired a shot right past his ear, aim wavering from shaking hands. He stepped back.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he insisted, and lowered his blasters to the ground. “I’m on your side.”

“How do I know that?” Rex realized that there were tears streaming down her cheeks. He didn’t blame her.

“Fives,” he said, keeping his hands where she could see them. “Fives thought this could happen, he found out about these… these inhibitor chips they put in our brains, on Kamino, before we were born. That’s why Tup killed Tiplar, that’s why he went crazy. Some kind of mind control.” He saw the frown on her face, the wide eyes. They all remembered Tiplar, and all that had happened after. “Fives told me before he was killed. Said he thought someone could use them to control us, change us. I believed him.” Carefully, slowly, so every finger was still out in the open, Rex brushed away a thin layer of blond hair so Ahsoka could see the still-pink scar left by the surgery. “I had mine taken out during my last leave.” He watched her face, hoping she would believe him. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I swear to you I’m not part of it.”

Her hands shook, and her arms, and her chin. The blaster fell clattering to the floor. Her jaw unclenched and she heaved a gutrenching sob.

Rex had never seen a Jedi cry. Ahsoka wasn’t one of them anymore, but seeing her strength fade was seeing them all fade, all at once, all across the galaxy. Rex could feel his heart cracking into pieces.

She crumbled to kneel on the ground, as if she could gather herself from the roots up. “‘Soka,” he went to kneel beside her.

“Why do they want us dead?” She looked at the corpses of her men. She looked up at Rex. “Why?” She demanded again, anger and fear and sadness knotted together in a word.

He knew she must’ve felt the deaths through the Force. He’d heard them all reported on his comms, a litany of unbelievable casualties delivered before he could ask, before he fully understood what was happening. Something like a virus that had overtaken his brothers’ minds. The names of Jedi Generals echoed in his ears as if they were his own fault.

Ahsoka’s eyes were pleading for answers, but Fives had never speculated with him over the purpose of their biochips.

“I don’t know,” Rex said. “I-” He froze when he heard footsteps nearby. He took up Ahsoka’s discarded blaster and and swiveled into a crouch. Far down the corridor, he could make out the voices of his brothers, searching for the Jedi they’d missed.

“You two, take this hall. I’ll go upstairs.”

“Do you hear that?”

“She’s got to be here somewhere.”

“We have to get out of here,” Rex said quietly. He heard Ahsoka sniffling, and turned to see her cradling the face of one of the clones she’d killed.

“Ridge,” she smoothed down the clone’s hair and wiped dust off his face, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,”

“We have to go,” holding the blaster in his left hand, he grabbed her arm with his right.

“I’m so sorry-”

“We have to go now,” he pulled on her arm and bodily hauled her away. It was only after she’d let go of Ridge that she followed Rex. When he let go of her arm, she grabbed onto his, looking for whatever shreds of familiar trust remained between them. They fled the palace in silence, dodging from one shadow to the next, ducking past clone patrols and ships.

They took cover in an out-of-the-way garden shed. In the dim light, Rex checked his ammunition. Ahsoka curled her knees up to her face and cried, and he turned away so he wouldn’t see his commander fall apart.

They waited. Rex had thrown his comm away as soon as he’d realized they were using it to track him, so while they’d stayed hidden, they had no way of knowing where the 501st was or what they were doing.

“We need to get off this planet,” Rex said to the silent air. Mandalore’s sun had set hours ago. In the utter blackness of the shed, he couldn’t see Ahsoka, and he was glad that she couldn’t see the guilt in his eyes. They did not need to get off of Mandalore; she needed to get off of Mandalore.

“Master Di’s destroyer is still docked,” Ahsoka said, voice detached and hoarse. “He’s…” he was dead. “It’ll still be there.”

“They’ll have commandeered it,” Rex pointed out. ‘They’, his battalion, his legion. His brothers were ‘they’, now.

Ahsoka was silent. After a while, she said. “Not the escape pods.”

He turned to face her despite the darkness. “They don’t have the power to eject up through the atmosphere.”

“The medical pod can. If you reprogram it before takeoff.”

Rex blinked. He considered. It could work. “How are we going to get on board?”

He asked it as if they were only up against droids. The shock hadn’t worn off - it felt like they were up against nothing but droids. In that case, the answer would’ve been easy. They would fight their way through. But they were not up against droids, and the notion of fighting their way through the familiar faces of the 501st legion kept captain and commander silent for a long, painful moment.

“We’ll smuggle you in,” Rex said eventually. “I’ll show up and play along with… with whatever they’re doing. And I’ll smuggle you on board and we’ll get out of here.”

“Rex, are you sure-”

The normal lines of command had fallen alongside the Order, and Rex was too tired to argue. “Do you have a better idea?”

“No.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.”

They were silent for a while. It was too dark to go outside now; they’d have to wait until morning to move. “We should get some sleep,” he said to Ahsoka. “I’ll take first watch.”

She did not protest, and curled up on the floor right there beside him. He heard her unclip one of her lightsabers. They’d both be sleeping with their weapons in hand tonight.

Minutes after she’d started dozing, she’d accidentally brushed Rex with the hilt of her saber. “Careful with that,” he said, and she’d jumped so violently at the sound he thought she’d actually stab him.

“Easy, it’s me,” he told her, and caught her arm when she raised it instinctively to strike back. He took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. “Easy.” She hesitated, and relaxed.

“Sorry, you…” she stammered drowsily, “You sound just like-”

“It’s me, Ahsoka. Just Rex.”

“Sorry, Rexer.” She lay back down but didn’t let go of his hand. Part of her, tired and afraid, feared that if she let go he would turn into someone else.

He didn’t let go, either. “Go to sleep, commander.”

In the morning, they emerged from their hiding place to find the palace gardens abandoned. Rex wasn’t sure exactly where his men had taken their search, but they’d probably finished their sweep of the palace last night. They’d be lax about watching it today, all of Rex’s lectures on this habit be damned.

“Alright. There’s a cargo bay half a klick off the eastern wing of the palace, it should be empty. We started off on that side of the palace, so chances are they searched that bay hours ago, they’ll be long gone looking for us. So we sneak over there, find a ballistics-grade cargo crate, thick enough to block lifeform scanners. You can go in there, and I’ll make up some lie about stealing weapons from the armory, bring you on board, and we make a break for the escape pods. Sound good?” Rex turned to see Ahsoka, only to find she was lagging behind. “Ahsoka?”

She was standing with her back to him, staring at the lightsaber she held in her hand.

“They’ll have to believe I’m dead. They’ll all have to believe I’m dead,” she said. He glanced at her weapon. She was right. The Clones, the Empire, the Holonet - everyone would be on the hunt for lightsabers and anyone who owned them. Ahsoka turned to Rex. “Shoot these,” she presented him with her lightsaber, and then her shoto. “Both of them.”

He stared at them. He did not fully understand the tradition that surrounded lightsabers, but he did know that they were nigh sacred weapons. They were, in many ways, the life and soul of a Jedi. Shooting them seemed, even to him, wrong.

“Ahsoka, are you sure-”

“Destroy them both,” she insisted, face showing lines of worry and age that hadn’t been there yesterday. “They need to believe that I’m dead.”

He looked her in the eye, looked back down at the dirt, and nodded. She set the sabers on the ground, he turned the blaster up to the highest setting, and shot until they lie in pieces.

“You can say we fought,” Ahsoka said. “You won.”

They turned and left the carnage behind. As they walked, Rex worked hard to ignore how Ahsoka’s chin was trembling, how her hands clenched into fists at the empty spaces on her belt.

Their plan failed before it began. They hadn’t even made it to the cargo bay before someone spotted them. It was a shiny, walking from one shift to another who saw them and raised the alarm. Now, Rex and Ahsoka were running headlong toward the main dock, knowing that they wouldn’t get another chance at the Destroyer before they were killed.

“Here,” Rex shoved one of his pistols into her hands. She fumbled with it and turned off the safety.

“Stop right there!” Two clones - Oz and Charger, Rex recognized - came out from behind a gateway as they approached.

“Stand down, soldier!” Rex shouted, not slowing down. The clones raised their blasters, and the high-pitched whine of the charges told Rex that they were primed to kill. Operating purely on training, Rex raised his aim and shot them both in the head. They fell dead instantly. Rex nearly came to a stop beside them before Ahsoka pulled on his arm,

“Let’s go!”

He couldn’t hold in the horror as he stared at his fallen brothers. He’d killed them. He’d killed them. He stumbled over the pavement and had to look forward and keep running. Just ahead of him, Ahsoka looked how he felt; like an animal on the run, terrified and desperate.

He had to shoot three more men to get up the ramp of the Prestige, and watched as four more clones fell to Ahsoka’a gun.

“Escape pods are this way!” She shouted to him, waving him past so she could use the Force to barricade the corridor with cargo.

“Halt!”

“Stand down, traitor!”

Two clones were jogging down the hall, weapons raised. “I’m not a traitor,” Rex growled, and shot one in the leg, the other in the stomach. “Just listen to yourself!”

Incapacitated but not down, the first trooper raised his weapon and shot Ahsoka in the shoulder, just above her heart. She screamed and shot him in the chest. Rex caught him as he fell dying to the ground.

“They will kill you if you give them the chance, Rex,” Ahsoka growled, eyes pleading with him to keep moving. “They’re not who they were.”

Rex didn’t know how to articulate the pain of that thought, so he said nothing, stood, and followed his commander to the bay of escape pods.

“Here,” Ahsoka gestured to the largest pod on the row. It was outfitted like a medvac shuttle, with extra supplies and a generator. “The dispatch console is there,” she pointed. “We have to reprogram it for planetary evacuation.”

“I’ll get it,” Rex jogged toward the computer, gesturing to the pod as he passed. “Plug in coordinates for the nearest neutral system.” Ahsoka nodded and ducked into the small ship.

Rex glanced nervously over his shoulder as he worked, hoping and praying that Ahsoka’s barricades would hold. He didn’t have any sensitivity to the Force, but he swore he could feel them marching down the hallways, sense the hundreds of clones converging on their location. They’d have blasters and grenades with them, and starfighters waiting in the hangars, and this Destroyer on top of it all. And if, by some miracle, he and Ahsoka managed to get off planet, what then? There was a whole empire waiting out there. The entire Grand Army the Galactic Republic was waiting to kill them on sight.

It didn’t matter if they got off planet, Rex realized. They would die here, or they would die somewhere else.

“We have just enough fuel to get to Tierfon,” Ahsoka broke through his thoughts. “It’s a separatist planet. They’d have to break through defenses to follow us there.”

“Good,” Rex said, mind a thousand klicks away. “That’s good, go there.”

“We should send off all the pods, not just this one, to throw them off. Once were off planet, we can figure out what…”

Ahsoka’s voice faded into the background of Rex’s thoughts. She was frantically typing in commands to the onboard computer, gathering supplies and ripping out wires in an attempt to boost the sub-par engines.

He remembered, with surreal clarity, the moment they’d met on Christophsis. It seemed like eons ago, now. He remembered her fourteen-year-old sarcasm, the wit that made him laugh out of turn. He remembered how she was the only person besides General Kenobi who had could throw General Skywalker off of his game. He remembered giving her lessons on strategy and helping her do her homework, in the early days. She was taller now, so much older, wiser. Hunted. But, unlike her mentors, miraculously alive.

Ahsoka Tano was still a teenager, hardly more than a child. She still had years to grow, to change. Maybe, Rex thought, just maybe she would have a chance out there amongst the Empire. If she could hide long enough, change fast enough, she could blend in to the broad fabric of the Universe and slip past her pursuers - for the rest of her life, if she wanted.

But Rex? He had a number tattooed to his wrist, and a million brothers who knew his face from the mirror. They would hunt him, and one day, they’d find him. When they did, he didn’t want to lead them to her.

The sound of klaxons and shouting drawing nearer woke him from his reverie.

“Rex, come on, let’s go! They’re getting closer!” Ahsoka waved her hand frantically from inside the pod. Rex stared at her, trying to memorize her face so he would remember. Without looking, he began the launching sequence from the console.

“Rex?” She looked confused.

“May the Force be with you, Ahsoka,” he bid, and tossed the second of his two pistols to land at her feet. Ahsoka’s face transformed as she realized what he was doing.

“No!�� She lunged for the door.

“I’m sorry,” he pressed the ignition and the door to the pod slammed shut in front of her.

“No!” She screamed at him, voice muffled behind the thick glass. “Rex! Rex!” She beat in the window with her fist, and he had no doubt she would be beating him, if she’d been able. Before he could hear her say anything else, the medical pod shot from its moorings, followed in close sequence by the other escape pods. They shot off in all directions, just as Rex had programmed them to.

The shouts of the incoming troopers had grown louder, more agitated. They’d heard the pods leaving the ship. Rex knew they’d figure out which one she was on if he didn’t move fast. He looked at the computer module before promptly shooting it until it fell to pieces.

Retracing his steps, he found one of the clones they’d killed and stole his helmet. With the army-issue rifle and scraped-up armor, he could’ve been any member of the 501st.

He ran headlong toward the oncoming company.

“They’ve escaped! They’ve escaped!” He shouted. “They’re in Pod EV19! EV19!”

His assurance stopped the others short. The ARC trooper in command spoke into his comm. “Bridge, requesting visual on pod EV19.”

“Visual confirmed, headed planetary northwest at takeoff speed.”

“Are there any lifeforms on board?” The ARC trooper asked. Rex grabbed his wrist.

“There’s no time!” He insisted, and shouted into the comm, “shoot it down now!”

“Copy. Standby.” The reverberations of destroyer-class ion cannons fired from within an atmosphere were enough to make the ground shake. Moments later, the call came in: “Confirmed hit. Target destroyed.”

“Confirm no life forms,” Rex added for good measure.

“I repeat, target destroyed,” the bridge officer reported. “There’s nothing left to scan.”

“And what of the other pods?” Asked the ARC trooper, tearing his comm away from Rex.

“We’ll begin our scans now.”

And by the time they started, Rex prayed, Ahsoka would be well out of range, hurtling toward Tierfon.

“What’s your CT number, trooper?” Asked the ARC.

“8254,” Rex stole the number off the clone he’d killed.

“Finish your sweep and report to my cabin for debrief. I want to know exactly what you saw.”

“Sir, yes sir,” Rex saluted, and scurried away.

He never did report for debrief. He walked through the night to the outskirts of town, to a small shipping port. He hotwired a freighter, found the nearest hyperspace lane, and flew as far away from Mandalore and Tierfon as the fuel cells would take him.

The freighter had a radio unit built in, and he turned it to the newsbroadcasts coming in from Coruscant. Sitting there in the captain’s chair with the autopilot steering the ship, Rex sat, too numb to move, and listened. As he did, the reality that he’d been running from for three days caught up with him and sliced into his bones like a thousand needles, sucking him dry all at once.

He would never see Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker, or Obi-Wan Kenobi ever again. The other clones, once his brothers in arms, would hunt him down like a dog until they were sure he was dead. The Republic he’d served for his entire life was dead. The war itself was a farce. He, by nature of what he was, was a tool. Rex realized, with a sense of expanding insignificance, that his very life was built for this horror: the deaths of everyone he held most dear.

He hadn’t had the time to ensure they didn’t find Ahsoka. He hadn’t had time to properly say goodbye.

The newscasters read an updated list of all the Jedi who’d been killed for treason. They said Obi-Wan’s name twice by mistake. Ahsoka’s name came last. For the first time in his life, Rex cried.

#rex #ahsoka #obi-wan #anakin #tcw #sw #fanfic #to be continued?#my writing

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