#original clone trooper x reader

[wizardofrozz]

hi, Rozz!!! from the kiss prompts, can I please request:

"i'm sorry, i had to." with Sawbones (simping uncontrollably for him tbh)

can’t wait to see how the mean one handles a first kiss 😅

Love It When You Hate Me

OC Sawbones x reader, Original Clone Troopers

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: mention of injury, Sawbones being an asshole. I think that's it lol

A/N: Thank you for the ask Sev 🖤 I get so unbelievably happy when anyone simps of Sawbones lmao I got a little carried away with this but I don't even care, it was worth it 😂

Before the war, you hadn’t traveled much, staying busy in the emergency wing of Coruscant General. Then Geonosis happened, millions of troopers materializing out of thin air to fight a war most people hadn’t even been expecting. That was how you ended up working for the GAR, traveling around the galaxy to lend your medical knowledge to the troops that needed it most. You had visited several medical centers and worked alongside combat medics across numerous battalions.  

The Ord Cestus Medical Center was your most recent assignment, offering an extra set of hands after a large influx of troopers came in. You smiled at the clone stretched out on the bed before you as you checked his vitals. You didn’t even know his name but it didn’t seem to matter to him. 

“Am I gonna make it, doc?” he asked, a smirk lifting the side of his mouth. The trooper’s arm was secured to his chest, his right shoulder still healing after being violently ripped from the socket. 

“Mm, I don’t know,” you teased, smiling when he laughed. It was a welcomed sound in a place so steeped in pain, meaning you noticed when it cut off abruptly. You checked for any sign that he was in pain but his expression gave nothing away; you followed his eyes across the room and held in a sigh. 

As a civilian, you hadn’t been sent into combat areas, making relief missions your most common assignment. Most of the time you spent with a battalion was fleeting but there was one that was an exception: the 104th battalion, the Wolfpack. General Plo Koon’s men still fought infantry battles but they also spent the most time rescuing other troops or offering aid to civilians. If it was by accident or due to a request from the general, you were called in, along with a few other civilians, to offer their medics a few extra hands. 

Now, seeing one of those medics, most notably the chief medical officer, wasn’t what you were expecting.

Sawbones looked just as stormy as ever despite the crutches he was hobbling around on. You had heard the stories, the things he’d done in the name of the Republic but your inner idealist wrote them off as exaggerations. Although, when he trooper beside you shifted uncomfortably, glancing at you, it made you wonder. You followed Sawbones’ journey across the room, letting your eyes linger when he stopped at another Wolfpack member’s bed. You huffed under your breath and turned back to the trooper you were treating, gently patting his arm. 

“Get some rest,” you ordered with a smile. The trooper flashed you a tense smile before shuffling down, stretching out on his bed. The next patient on your list was a few beds down, closer to where Sawbones was still lingering and you slowed your pace. You had your fair share of run-ins with the Wolfpack’s mean CMO and while his attitude made you want to steer clear of him, there was something about him that had your mind wandering back to him.

Sawbones was harsh on a good day but you had also witnessed a side to him that you’d almost consider...soft. He threw nasty comments around, scaring off anyone who dared get too close but he cared for his injured men with a gentle hand. You had a feeling his threats weren’t empty, but he wanted to help more than hurt, even if he had a funny way of showing it. 

Sawbones turned his head slightly as you neared your next patient. His beard was neatly trimmed and you could only remember seeing it long and unruly out on the field. Now that you thought about it, that was the first time you had seen him in anything but his armor; the starchy, gray scrubs made him look softer, less abrasive. You offered the trooper, Dodger, a smile as you approached his bed. It was hard to miss the anxiety lining his expression and you hoped the simple gesture helped a little bit. Dodger’s jaw flexed but he squared his shoulders, taking a deep breath in preparation. 

“How are you feeling, Dodger?” you asked, perching on the corner of his bed near his feet.

“Been better,” he mumbled, pointedly not looking at the hip-to-ankle cast he wore. You could feel eyes on your back and ignored the curious glances as you reached for his hand. Recovery was going to take some time but there was nothing unrepairable. 

“Enough babying them.” You jumped at the voice from over your shoulder, twisting around to find Sawbones leaning on his crutches, his face twisted in a scowl. “They’re soldiers, not children.” There was a tense silence as you just gaped at him, taken aback by the bitter edge to his voice. Endless, dark eyes bore into yours and it took you a second to shake off the shock.

“Excuse me?” Sawbones arched a brow before shifting his attention to Dodger over your shoulder.

“You live to fight another day. Congratulations,” Sawbones said, his tone flat and uninterested. Dodger blinked a few times before letting out a long, slow breath, and slumping down in his bed. 

“Uh, thank you, sir,” he murmured, nodding at the medic. Sawbones grunted before making a slow turn, heading back across the room and all you could do was stare after him. When you looked back at Dodger, there was a half-smile on his face that only grew when he caught the flabbergasted expression on your face. 

Then the anger started to build, swelling like an impending storm and you stood so fast you staggered. Dodger tried to get your attention but you were already stalking toward the door Sawbones disappeared through. Finding him was easy, seeing that he could only move so fast and you picked up your pace. You could only imagine the look on your face but it must’ve been ominous enough for any passing staff to step out of your way. 

You caught a glimpse of Sawbones disappearing into one of the smaller labs scattered around the medical center and hurried after him. There was one other clone sitting at one of the benches when you stepped inside, the pair turning to look at you. 

“Leave,” you ordered, stepping away from the door. The clone hesitated, glancing at Sawbones and it only made your anger spike. “Out.” Sawbones leaned against the workbench, taking some of the weight off his broken leg, his head turning to follow the other clone as he stomped out of the room.

“What?” he asked, arching a brow. 

“How dare you," you hissed, storming across the room, carelessly invading his personal space. “I am not one of your subordinates that you can talk down to. You had no right to step in like that.”

“And?” The unbothered air around him made you seethe; any crush you thought you might’ve had on him got shoved to the back of your mind. You ground your teeth together, taking another step closer.

“I don’t care what your problem is. I don’t care why you act like an asshole as if it’s your job but you will not treat me like some incompetent moof-milker.” You jabbed a finger into his chest, relishing in the quiet grunt he let out. “I’ve worked my ass off all my life and if you’re so emotionally constipated that my kindness bothers you, then I’d suggest sucking it the fuck up.” 

Sawbones blinked at you, his eyes flickering down to where your finger was still pressed into his chest; when his eyes lifted again they seemed shadowed and it sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. Suddenly, you felt your confidence withering as his expression darkened, his head tilting down, bringing your faces closer together. Just as you were about to take a step back, Sawbones surged forward, slanting his mouth against yours as he cradled the back of your head.

Your eyes widened comically but it didn’t deter him and before you knew it you were melting against him. His mustache tickled your skin and you found that you liked it, closing your fist, tugging him closer by his scrub top. Sawbones rumbled deep in his chest, parting your lips to slip his tongue into your mouth and you whined involuntarily.

It was just a kiss and yet it felt more erotic than any other kiss you’d shared with another person. The movement of his tongue was a mockery of what you desperately wished his hips were doing and it made you shiver. Sawbones broke the kiss so suddenly your head spun and you swayed closer, following his lips before you could catch yourself. 

“Sorry,” Sawbones panted, his hand sliding down to your neck, “I had to. I like it when you get mean.” 

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” you whispered, still trying to catch your breath. “You only speak one language: asshole.” It felt like a monumental accomplishment when Sawbones laughed; it was a sharp, harsh sound but it brought a smile to your face nonetheless.

“I speak another language too,” he murmured, bumping your noses together. 

“Yeah? What’s that?” You barely finished the sentence before he pulled you into another dizzying kiss. Yeah, you would happily speak this language too.

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

A glorious idea has spawned in my brain

Hunter x Criminal!reader where they have a Batman/Catwoman relationship, however this time Omega meets the reader and absolutely adores her so the reader decides to stick around a bit (despite Hunter's protests). During this time, the reader and Omega form a mother/daughter and Hunter secretly loves it and falls for the reader everytime he sees her with Omega

Hello my lovely anon,

Thank you for such a fantastic request. I hope I did your request justice. The setting is Season 1 of Bad Batch, so hopefully you don't mind too much. I wrote with f!Criminal!reader, hope that's okay. Reader has a nickname.

Enjoy.

Also, since this isn't part of the Fic Roulette request, it'll be filed under the One Shots Master List. It's a little longer almost at 2400 words.

Love oo,

Not Ready

Warnings: Slight thieving, Omega in danger, dangling from a tower, banter, angst, fluff, shooting, dangerous driving, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.

Part Two

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“Give it back, and we can just both walk away.”

You twirled the rather large knife in your hand, “Hmmm, no.”

Hunter clenched his fists, “I said, hand it over.”

“And I said no.” You smirked underneath your mask, the only thing visible on your face were your eyes. Eyes so full of cockiness, determination and experience. “I gotta ask though, why so long?” You chuckled, “Compensating for something?” You flipped it back and forth in your hand, twirling it around your palm and the back of your hand. “Has good weight.” You smirked as you arched your brow, “If you know what I mean.”

“I don’t have time for your nonsense!” Hunter looked behind, sensing the Imperial troopers closing in, he let out a sigh, and before you even realized what was happening he tried to stun you. 

Unfortunately, he missed thanks to your ability to sense when danger was imminent. Without even thinking your body back-handspringed away from the blue stun blast. “That was rude.”

“Listen, I need to get to my sister, and I don’t have time to mess around!” Hunter could hear Tech on his comms as he described Omega hanging from the tower. 

“Your sister’s in trouble?” All teasing and flirting died on your lips as soon as you heard that.

“Yes!”

You nodded and tossed the knife back to the chiseled red-bandana wearing man in front of you, “Let me help.”

“No. You’ve helped enough.” His tone full of annoyance and frustration. He grabbed the knife and took off running towards Omega, ignoring the pang of regret from his tone. It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t know he was running to help Omega. Yet, the frustration from having to waste even a minute on you was more than enough to make him worry about Omega’s safety and that’s all that mattered. 

His feet came to a sudden halt when you appeared in front of him with a speeder bike, “Hop on!”

“What?”

“Just … I feel bad, ok! Now shut up, and get on!”

He didn’t delay, jumping on the back of the speeder holding on to your waist tightly as you weaved through traffic.

“Where is she?” You shouted over the noise of the air rushing past your ears. 

Hunter didn’t respond and simply pointed to the person dangling from the tower, as another helmeted person neared her position. 

You sped up the speeder, you’d know Fennec’s helmet anywhere. You weaved and dodged against the oncoming traffic, almost as though you could see where and when the next vehicle was going to be turning or shifting. Your heart nearly dropped as you saw the tiny person slip, driving faster and more dangerous to catch her in time. 

Hunter reached out his hand and grabbed a hold of Omega’s in midair, tossing her onto his lap, pinning her between the two of you. “You okay, back there?” You shouted to make sure everyone was safe as you saw Fennec jump down and commandeer a vehicle of her own chasing after the three of you. 

“We’re fine. Get us out of here!” He shouted as he quickly checked over Omega to make sure she was uninjured and safe. He couldn’t see much from how she was clutching to his chest plate, but it didn’t seem like she was in pain either. 

“You got this?”

“What?” 

“I’m asking if you know how to drive a speeder?”

“Yeah! Why?” He didn’t clue in to what you were preparing to do until you flipped over him and landed on Fennec’s vehicle.

“Hey gorgeous!” You smirked as you looked at her.

“Ugh! Should’ve known you’d be here.” Fennec answered, rolling her eyes as she tried to keep her eyes on her target.

“Wasn’t supposed but I sort of owed him one. Back off.” You stood aiming your blaster into the hood.

“No can do, little Butterfly.”

Force you hated that nickname, somehow it had stuck among the bounty hunters and assassins, simply because you were quick and light on your feet. Dazzling them with your antics and before they even realized you slipped out of their sight, blending into the crowds more often than not. 

“Fennec, I like you, but you need to back off!”

“What’s in it for you?”

“Nothing.”

“I’ll split the reward with you, if you help me capture the little girl.”

You tried to stay balanced as Fennec tilted the vehicle side to side, “You disappoint me, going after a child.”

“Jobs a job, honey.”

You shook your head, “I warned you,” you shot your blaster into her engine, jumping off onto a nearby transport, watching as her engine began to sputter. She jumped to safety standing on the closest terrace she could find, as she watched you and her target move further away. You jumped down, finding your way back to the ground, hoping from one transport to the next. 

Once you touched solid ground, you looked back up to see Fennec turn and walk away. ‘Until next time, gorgeous.’ You mumbled as you headed back to the marketplace, before you even got five feet away, you felt your body jerk forward as tiny hands wrapped around your waist. You looked down to see the blonde girl, the rather striking man had rescued, his sister. 

“Uh… thanks, kid. I think…” you giggled as you pulled her arms away from you. 

“You saved me!” She beamed with a brilliant smile as she looked at you.

“I think your brother did that. I just drove.” You subtly shook your head, subtly moving away from the overwhelming bundle of joy.

“She has a point,” Hunter offered, “if you didn’t show up with a speeder when you did …” you could tell on his face he didn’t want to think about what might’ve happened.

“Listen, Fennec would’ve come up with something. She’s a bounty hunter, but she’s a fairly decent one. Anyway I’m glad you’re safe,” you patted the little girl’s head, “take care of yourself and your brother. Seems like he gets into trouble easily.” You turned to walk away when she gripped your fingers.

“Come with us.” She pleaded looking at you with big eyes that were asking for more than you were prepared to give, or have given to anyone since you could actually remember. It was nice to feel needed, but it was too much. 

Hunter wanted to grab Omega and pull her away from this woman who showed up, and was constantly surprising and making him feel uneasy at every turn. “Omega, we don’t know her circumstances. She’s probably already committed to something else, right?” Hunter narrowed his eyes on the helmeted woman in front of him, not wanting her to take the invitation Omega offered.

You’ve seen that look a thousand times before. It said everything that really mattered, you weren’t welcome, and he wanted you to leave as soon as possible. 

“Don’t worry,” you started keeping your eyes locked on the man standing behind Omega, “your brother is right, I’m … currently … occupied with other matters.” You smiled as you turned your attention to Omega, and kneeled before her, “Omega, right?”

She nodded, not letting your fingers go. 

You smiled and pulled out a collapsable vibroblade, “This is Vala,” you flicked your wrist and opened the vibroblade, “my father gave me this when I was about your age, he told me ‘this galaxy is full of good and bad people. Sometimes the good outweighs the bad, and sometimes there are too many bad, you won’t be able to find a good one. Vala, will always be there to protect you.’” You turned her hand palm-up and placed the vibroblade in her tiny hand. “It will protect you. Ask your brother to train you on how to use it. Never rely on someone else to save you, in this galaxy, sometimes the only person you can count on is yourself. Take care, Omega.” You ruffled her hair one more time, before standing up and walking away without looking back. 

It felt strangely comforting to be wanted, even if it was for a brief second. 

“Wait!” Hunter shouted, causing you to turn around, “We left your speeder that way” he pointed over his shoulder, you couldn’t help laughing.

“Don’t worry about it, handsome, it’s not mine.” You smiled and walked away.

Omega turned to Hunter, a saddened smile on her face, “Why couldn’t she come with us?”

“Omega,” Hunter kneeled, “we don’t know who she is. Whether she can even be trusted? It’s best if she goes her way and we meet up with Wrecker, Echo and Tech.”

“But…”

“Omega, I know you have a good heart, but you’re too trusting. It’s best if we keep a low profile and avoid entangling ourselves with people we don’t know. Come on, we gotta meet back up with the others.”

He guided her back to the hangar trying to avoid the Pantoran police force and the troopers that seemed to be searching for someone. 

Omega kept watching as one Pantoran guard held up a picture to a passerby, it was a picture of you. She pulled on Hunter’s sleeve and pointed to the Pantoran’s datapad. 

“They’re looking for her.”

“We should go…” Hunter tightened his grip on her hand, but she refused to move.

“We have to help her.”

“We don’t know why they’re looking for her. She could be a wanted criminal or a murderer, a thief.”

“Hunter, please. She saved me, it’s the least we can do.”

He looked at the picture and commed Wrecker, “Wrecker, where are you?”

“Just entering the marketplace right now, why?” 

“I need you to take Omega back to the ship, I …” he turned his head to look at Omega, “I have to repay someone who helped us get Omega back.”

Wrecker walked through the crowd faster than the others as people naturally moved out of his way, he stood in front of the both of them, tilting his head. “Who, you helping?”

“Don’t worry about it, just get Omega back to the ship and tell Tech we need to take off the minute I get back. Make sure Echo makes it back to the ship too. We may have to get out of here faster than expected.”

“Copy that” Wrecker picked up Omega and had her sitting on his shoulder as he headed back to the hangar with her. 

Hunter could hear the comm chatter between Wrecker, Tech and Echo. He let out a huff and shook his head, this was just asking for trouble. He ran back, heading the way you were walking. It wasn’t long before he found you sitting at a cafe sipping on something warm. 

“Came back to tell me you love me?” You teased him.

“Came back to tell you, you’re in danger.”

“Shocker.” You didn’t react or flinch, as you kept your eyes locked on the man’s eyes. 

“I need to know, are you a murderer?”

“No.”

“Do you have a bounty on your head with some crime boss or something?”

“No.”

“Then get up” he grabbed your arm and forced you to stand, grabbing your helmet as he pulled you along, running behind him. 

“Wait… hey!” You stopped in your tracks and pulled your arm out of his hold, “Who the hell do you think you are, pulling me like that? You know I have the right …” he put a hand over your mouth and pushed you into a darkened alley, hiding you with his body as a Pantoran patrol passed the two of you.

“They’re searching for you, and not just the police. The Imperial troopers are looking for you too.” He stepped away and handed you your helmet, “Listen, I don’t care what happens to you, but Omega was worried, and I’m not going to disappoint her. You’re warned. So you can either go back out there and try and avoid whatever trouble you got yourself into or…” he let out a sigh regretting the words that were about to come out of his mouth, “You can come with us and we can drop you off somewhere.”

“Us?”

“My brothers, Omega and myself.”

“Why are you helping?”

“Like I said, I don’t want to disappoint Omega. So what’s it going to be?”

You looked at him and then at the increased patrols you hadn’t realized were slowly filling up the streets, they all seemed to be looking for you. You closed your eyes and tapped your helmeted head against the wall, “Alright. I’ll trust you. Lead the way.”

He stepped closer to you, “I’m taking a chance on you, you put any of us in danger, and you and I are going to go another round, understood?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Fine. What do I call you anyway? Because I don’t think ‘stuck up jackass’ would work.”

“It’s Hunter, and what do I call you? Because I don’t think ‘crazy tooka’ works.”

You smirked as you looked at him, “You can just call me Butterfly. Hunter.”

“Fine. Now let’s go. Butterfly.”

“You know I’m not as bad as you think.”

“And hell is just a sauna, shut up and follow me.”

As much as you tried to fight the urge to smile, you couldn’t help but enjoy the banter you two had. You also couldn’t help but examine his physique as you followed behind him, moving around the crowd, ducking and avoiding capture until you made it to his ship. 

Omega ran to you and hugged you again, “I knew he’d find you, come on. Let me show you inside.” 

She gripped your hand and dragged you along. You weren’t looking for family, but … as you moved closer to the ship, there was a strange sense of belonging that came from meeting the rest of her brothers. For the first time in a long time, you felt at home. 

Hunter watched you and the way Omega gripped your hand, as you introduced yourself to Wrecker, Tech and Echo. He had to admit, you were attractive, when he saw you without your helmet, he almost felt his tongue getting all tied up. Not to mention, the outfit you wore also drew attention to your physique which didn’t help. He didn’t know why but he had a feeling this could either be a really horrible idea, or it would be a very pleasant surprise. 

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Another You (1)

an anakin skywalker/jedi consular!reader fic set during the clone wars

the pitch: best friends with anakin since he had joined the jedi order, you hadn’t expected to catch feelings for him, not that hard, at least. his intentions were clear — his heart already enraptured by the nubian senator, leaving you to ruminate about the prospect of letting go of not just him, but maybe everything. until another anakin shows up, and your — your universe’s anakin starts behaving strangely.

A/N: this is a gift for my padawan, @kaizsche! happy birthday, kai! i hope you enjoy this fic! i return from an unexpectedly long hiatus with a three-part fic and i hope that all my other readers enjoy this short-fic too! a note to all readers — there’s no y/n here, the reader’s nickname for the fic is sky. that’s all from my end! happy reading!

part one — and you are?

word count: 3, 380

part one (here) | two | ....

As a Consular, you were trained to study the deepest abyss of the Living and the shrouded myths of the Cosmic. Albeit well-trained with a lightsaber, being a Jedi meant forsaking weapons for words. Diplomacy over bloodshed. Knowledge, insights, and lessons instead of learning the different ways of besting war-mongering droids and bureaucrats.

You look back at the looming hallways of the Temple, letting out a sigh as you turn around to watch the warships meander above the setting skies through the windows. The sun used to shine brighter, you think, but perhaps it’s the shadows that don’t let the light reach the galaxy anymore.

A Nubian ship soars between where the indigo darkens the pale orange in the sky and another wave of longing and sorrow digs deeper into your heart.

It had been almost a standard week since the Five Hundred and First Legion had arrived for their monthly rotation to protect Coruscant.

“Let’s hope we make it a week and not get called back to bust some Seppies since the 501st seems to be the only competent one to get some wins.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that had tugged at your lips.

“Don’t let Obi-Wan hear you say that.”

A deep rumble of laughter had echoed through Anakin’s chest and he’d pulled you into his embrace. It hadn’t taken a Force-sensitive to sense the happiness spread through your body, or that the same happiness had made him glow in the sea of shadows drowning the Force. He smelled just like he always did — fuel, probably the one from Malastare, since the scent always tingled your skin, and kyber, his bond with the second crystal coursing through his year-old arm. The spark of the Force, you called it, the crystal accepting the machine as a part of him.

But there was something more. You stiffened, the soft, sweet scent making you sneeze, making you draw back and—

“Since when in the name of Maker did you start wearing nlorna fruit-scented perfume?”

His cheekbones immediately stained red, shock dripping from every inch of his face until the charm and delight took over for the damage control.

“Some reporter tried to get up too close while I was on my way to the Temple.”

You laughed it off, knowing very well the Chancellor had banned journalists to enter the Temple after an incident involving three women, two men, and a food fight in the barracks had ended with Commander Cody coming off with a sprained neck and handing nearly half of the 212th two days’ worth of time of cleaning the trooper barracks on Coruscant. There were admirers of General Kenobi and on the other hand, well, admirers even Kenobi couldn’t negotiate with.

Obviously, it wouldn’t take an idiot to know. Anakin had always confided everything to you. He’d considered you as the best of his friends — the point which had exactly been the problem for the past two years. But you knew he was keeping something. You knew it, and the realization of it had cracked through whatever strength you always mustered whenever he smiled at you with those blue eyes — always so tired. Ones that had come to no one else to you for caf, for stories about your mind-blowing inventions, always teasing you about the time you had created such a fluffy pillow for Master Yoda’s backaches that it had taken him the collective efforts of the Council to wake him up from his slumber. You had never known what had happened in Master Yoda’s chambers, but the Council had learned not to disturb the centuries-old master from his sleep ever since then.

Anakin would continue on and on, narrating the tales of his adventures across the galaxy, while you kept on wondering when he’d slip like he usually did and confirm your worst fears.

But you never got the chance. The war grew on, spreading its tentacles to the corners of the Outer Rim to the point where the once full hallways of the Temple had never been so desolate, so hollow and abandoned. Every attempt of studying the Force your meditation had ended up just easing the mighty power as it writhed under the screams of terror, of the losses of life and the constant blasts and booms of missiles and bombs.

Just when you wished for some peace in the Temple, word had spread of spies in the Senate. You had joined Anakin and Obi-Wan to watch another one of the Senate’s heated sessions. The Chancellor’s bony fingers extended across the air, his steel voice commanding Senator Orn Free-Taa to shut down his baseless arguing against Senator Organa. But the senator from Ryloth simply refused to back down, until another pod smoothly drifted to join the three, the air ringing with the determination and tranquility brought forth by none other than Padmé Amidala.

The bond between you and Anakin flared up, something so bright and looming, such beauty and danger filling your soul till it vanished with a spark. You looked at Anakin, who had been clapping with the surrounding senators, his radiant smile only and only for no one but the occupant of the Nubian pod.

For so long, you had wondered who it was he’d found, had been so desperate for an opportunity to see, maybe echo some made-up protest or remark that’d dull his interest and make him come back to you no matter how selfish it sounded. But it was hard for you to ignore the goodness in Padmé’s heart, her resilience easing the Force in a way you never could, no matter how much time you spent studying it, meditating to repair its cracks and tear apart the veins of darkness shrouding its light.

Anakin Skywalker had fallen in love, and it wasn’t you. It was someone else and you… you were simply too late.

You let out a sigh, watching the Nubian ship disappear between the tall skyscrapers of the ecumenopolis. The scrolls on your table rustle for your attention, and you heavy-heartedly oblige, going back to once again analyze another countermeasure against the Separatists, who were now rumored to have created some sort of machine that could decimate entire civilizations — a planet-killer, the informant had said, before being poisoned to death.

You set down the scrolls with a heavy thump. Ever since Padmé, Anakin hardly ever came to visit. Ever since this stupid rumor of the Separatists’ planet-killer, the governing body of the entire galaxy looked up to you for solutions, for answers. They had offered you a chunk of kyber crystal retrieved from Ilum stolen by the Separatists and then recovered by Master Yoda himself. They demanded a weapon, sharply silencing your idea of diplomacy.

You wished for Anakin to maybe visit you, to just… just forget the karking war for five freaking minutes and let his childhood lullabies lull you to a restful slumber. Instead, you were drilling your gaze on the kyber crystal covering under a massive rug, the strength of the Force humming within a wonder for your meditation, the crystal’s deathly blue glow the bane of your sleep.

But that was the point. Maybe just forget the war. It did seem never-ending; one day the Republic won, the Separatists in the other. There was simply no end in sight. The number of lives to save was steeply increasing, missing civilians and dead soldiers bruising the Republic’s morale. Your master had been one of the unfortunate Jedi to pass into the Cosmic Force on Geonosis. Some of the padawans you had formed friendships with were now soldiers scattered across the galaxy. The Council was too busy arguing about matters behind closed doors, matters in half of which you were indirectly involved in. Anakin was away most of the time, the Hero With No Fear too busy to worry about his best friend who had so foolishly violated her morals and had fallen in love with him.

Isn’t that what you had exactly trained yourself to avoid?

“It’ll pass.”

You scoff at your Master’s words ringing in your head. The anger simmering in your bones builds up to a crescendo, and makes its presence known with the shatter of your sensor arrays on the opposite wall. Glass shards litter your laboratory, blood trickling down the lines of your palms, your exhausted tears joining the red dripping on the floor.

A soft twang bends the air in the room and echoes through the Force. The hair on the back of the neck rises sharply, and you watch the kyber in bewilderment. The deathly blue behind the rug hums stronger. Your equipment breathes to life, and your teary eyes squint in confusion, rushing toward the kyber as an invisible force possesses your machinery to run diagnostics on its own.

The deathly blue turns as bright as the Coruscanti sun shining at the Core, lighting up the edges of the galaxy with a power rivaling the one you and so many others before you control. You shield your eyes, stumbling over boxes and books detailing advancements of the past. Your equipment spits electric sparks, and you cower behind your arms.

“Stop it—STOP!”

The glow dies, the light in your laboratory returning to just as it was before. You launch into a fit of coughs, waving your hands to disperse the smoke filling the lab. You tune your senses and reach out into the Force.

The wave of a horrifying scream slams into you, knocking you off your feet. You summon the Force again, hoping the mystical power can help you steady yourself. But you freefall toward the table of sharp-edged screws and bolts until you’re pulled forward headlong towards a figure.

You regain your balance, fingernails digging into a smooth fabric covering a rock-hard chest. A tendril of warmth and concern wraps around your Force signature, and you look up at your savior.

“Anakin!”

You wrap your arms around his neck, breathing him in, all of him— wait, was that cabbage and banthaweed? Oh, who in the maker gave a shit — was he alright? Was he—

Your train of thought crashed to a halt as you draw back, gazing at Anakin before you. Your heart rate accelerates to a speed you can’t bring yourself to control, and you pray to the Maker he doesn’t hear it.

He’d done something to his hair. It was longer now, falling just below his shoulder and partly tied back, streaks of light brown and grey near his temples. Loose shirts and trousers and softer tones of beige and brown had replaced his dark, billowing robes. Most of all, you’re aware of his stormy blue eyes roving over you, wide-eyed in absolute shock.

“Hi.”

There’s a strange breath in the greeting that escapes him, one that makes you gulp; his throat visibly bobs as he clenches his jaw. The movement makes you realize there are two feet between you and him. Two feet away from the thunderous storm that is always Anakin Skywalker.

To your surprise, there’s no storm raging before you, nothing but a serene sun shining bright, its warm tranquillity reminding you of the one time you and Anakin had snuck off-world to Naboo as padawans. He’d promised the summers there at the time were delightful, and true to his words, they really were.

You reach out, intertwining your fingers with his, and meet flesh instead of cold metal.

You yelp, harshly flinching backwards. Anakin’s eyebrows shoot up in concern and he raises both his hands in an attempt to placate you. You’re horrified as you see his right arm, no longer a prosthetic but actual flesh.

“Sky!”

A sharp voice rings through the dimly-lit hallways, footsteps running their way towards you, and Anakin Skywalker skids to a stop at the threshold of your laboratory.

“Sky, are you—”

He halts his question mid-way, acknowledging the presence of the man standing right beside you.

There’s a moment of silence that passes between the two stunned men, before the Jedi-clad Anakin ignites his lightsaber, pointing the laser tip toward his long-haired double.

“Sky, get behind me.”

“Wha—” You whirl toward him with an indignant expression and your hands on your hips. “Do you think I’m incapable of defending myself?”

“No, I don’t—”

“On the contrary,” the long-haired Anakin speaks, his voice mellifluous and silvery, “I think not.”

You and Anakin pause in beginning another one of your bickering sessions, Anakin’s lightsaber still leveled against his double.

“Who in the hell are you?”

“Anakin Skywalker?” the long-haired Anakin answers again in the same tone, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. “And you must be…”

“Anakin Skywalker,” says your Anakin, the height of his lightsaber inching slowly to the ground, utterly confused.

Shit.

“Well, this is interesting.”

The three of you swerve toward Obi-Wan standing in the doorway, arms crossed as he strokes his beard while Cody’s eyes are going to pop right off of his skull, witnessing one Anakin standing on each of your sides. Captain Rex, on the other hand, just aged a standard decade more with the lines appearing on his forehead.

“Stand down, Anakin. There’s no need for… that,” Obi-Wan ends rather admonishingly, though stunningly failing, still roiling from his possible lack of sleep — or the shock of seeing a copy of his former padawan.

Anakin’s lightsaber retracts into its hilt, and Obi-Wan turns to you.

“Consular Sky.”

Double shit.

“Are you alright?”

Oh, thank Maker—“Yes, Master Kenobi,” you nod fervently, not knowing whether you’re doing a good job of convincing Obi-Wan or yourself. “I’m completely fine, all thanks to Anakin.”

“It’s no problem, Sky.”

“You’re welcome.”

Anakin shoots a glare at, well, the long-haired Anakin, who shrugs with a relaxed raise of his eyebrows.

Obi-Wan looks like he’s about to faint right then and there, but the negotiator that he’s always been, he schools his expression just in time before anyone else can comment on it.

“Could you tell us what happened here, Sky?”

You look around your laboratory, trying to find an answer to the same question evidently ringing loud in everyone else’s minds.

Something along the lines of your nighttime reading pops up in your mind, and you cringe inwardly.

Double shit.

Obi-Wan’s expression settles into the one he’s always worn whenever he’s attending another one of the Council’s meetings.

Triple shit.

“Well, I don’t think I need to tell you where we’re going next, are we?”

“Which is the point here—”

The room’s attention turns back to the long-haired Anakin, eyes twinkling bright with the same softness as the time of his appearance.

“Where exactly are we going?”

Maker, he had to ask.

“From another universe, this version of Skywalker is?”

You grit your teeth and find the courage to nod.

Master Yoda grips his cane even tighter. Honestly, you really want to pity the old master, but Master Windu sits right next to him, clearly grouchy at being disturbed from the sleep he probably got after weeks and weeks of leading attack and rescue campaigns.

“How is this even possible?” Master Koon’s voice rumbles through his mask, sharp and alert despite the drowsiness emanating from a majority of the Jedi Council.

“Well, Master Koon, there’s the multiverse theory,” you speak, voice slightly quivering. “It’s clear our universe isn’t the only one that exists. There are thousands of worlds out there with billions and trillions of lifeforms. But they’re distantly separated from ours, just like all others. For all we know, they might have their own laws of physics, their own collections of stars and galaxies — that is, if stars and galaxies can exist in those universes,” you stop a nervous hiccup and continue. “—and maybe even their own intelligent civilizations.”

“Is this true, then?” Master Windu leans forward with his signature soul-scanning glare. “Are you truly from another universe? Or just another shapeshifter?”

All other Council members swerve their heads toward the long-haired Anakin standing on your right.

“I assure you, Master Windu,” the other Anakin shrugs lightly. “I am not from here. I—”

He takes a second to look around, his gaze turning distant.

“I will admit I have been here before, in the Temple, though this one does look incredibly different from the one I was raised and trained in.”

Several pairs of eyebrows shoot up in surprise, even Anakin’s, who stands just in the corner behind where Obi-Wan has himself perched on another one of the Council chairs.

Master Windu recovers from his internal heart attack and focuses his line of sight on you.

“How did this happen?”

“Honestly, even I’m not sure, Master Windu,” you admit. “I did nothing of any sort to the crystal, it just started to glow, and the next thing I know—”

“I’m here,” the other Anakin finishes, eyes twinkling in some sort of amused annoyance.

Master Yoda taps his cane, and the Council’s incoming deliberations surrender to silence.

“Will of the Force, it seems, that this Skywalker has been sent here. Aid us, harm us, know that, I do not.”

He flutters his eyes close for a brief second, tendrils of his power hesitantly coiling around you and the other — long-haired — Anakin before refocusing them on you.

“Consular—” you stiffen as Master Yoda blurts out your name. “—find a way to send this Skywalker to his home, your task it is. Help you, our Skywalker will. Lead Captain Rex and the Five-Oh-First, Master Kenobi will—”

Behind Obi-Wan, Anakin steps forward to protest.

“—Temporarily, till resolved, the situation is.”

Anakin stops to stand on your left, the slight touch from his elbow a sign of comfort and reassurance.

“Important I feel, it is, to send this Skywalker home. Stay longer, he must not. At war, we already are. Already upon us, the shadows of the Sith are.”

The long-haired Anakin’s eyebrows raise.

You sigh inwardly. I’ll explain it to you later.

He relaxes, and you turn toward your Anakin, who gazes at his counterpart with a strange mixture of suspicion and something along the lines of annoyance.

“Send him home quickly, you must, Consular,” Master Yoda speaks with an inspired urgency. “Terrible it will be, I sense if the Sith find him. Not just for Jedi, but for the Galaxy, also.”

Your Anakin moves closer, his fingertips brushing yours, a tingling sensation itching yours to touch his.

You focus your gaze on the masters before you and bow down with both Anakins, nodding towards Yoda and Windu.

“Master Kenobi will show our guest to his new quarters.”

Obi-Wan seems relieved at finally being allowed to stretch his legs as he strides over to the long-haired Anakin.

“Come along,” the master pauses before smiling in his wise and incredibly tired ways. “Anakin.”

The other Anakin offers a cordial nod and turns to you.

“I suppose I’ll be seeing you later.”

He poses it as a question of sorts. You don’t take time to dissect his intentions, having no energy to do so with the day’s certainly turbulent events and give him a nod.

“Thank you.”

Your eyes slightly twitch in alertness as he offers you a bright, albeit tired smile. Before you can respond or react, he’s already followed Obi-Wan to his quarters, having long disappeared around the nearby corner.

“Sky?”

Your Anakin puts his hand — the metal hand — on your shoulder.

You can practically feel the gears of his joints creaking to ensure his touch stays gentle, despite knowing very well he could easily crush your lung right now with the frustration nagging at his veins.

“It’s nothing, Anakin,” you answer before he can voice his worries out loud. “I’ll be fine—we better get some sleep, lots of work to do.”

Anakin nods, letting go of you with a soft smile. With a sweep of his robes, he walks out of the Council chambers.

You finally let out the breath you’d been holding; the image of both of their smiles filling your vision much clearer than they were supposed to.

Quadruple shit.

to be continued...

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[ilcuoreardendo-fic]

Staring Contest

When you walk into the barracks to ask sergeant Hunter about some requisitions to transfer gear from the flagship Phalanx to the Marauder, the room, which had been eerily quiet, erupts in a raucous mixture of jeers and cheers, the sound practically vibrating the walls.

All in good fun. You can feel that in the Force. The battle had gone well and the troops were taking a moment to wind down from the adrenaline. Though through what means, you weren't entirely sure.

Looking toward the center of the room, you watch Deck shake his head and push away from a stack of crates set between him and the Bad Batch's sniper, introduced to you as Crosshair, who smirks like a tooka who's just gotten into the cream.

Next to you, Cerrix passes a couple of cred chips to Tech, who slips them into one of the many pouches on his belt, touches a forefinger to the bridge of his goggles, then swipes something on his datapad.

"That's five, zero," Tech says. "Who's next?"

From somewhere in the crowd of 7th Legion troopers, you hear an eager shout of "The commander!" followed by a wave of murmured agreement.

Every face in the room turns to you and if you were any less sure of yourself, you might find that intimidating.

Instead, you glance at Cerrix for an explanation. "What's going on?"

Cerrix rolls his eyes. "One di'kut bet another di'kut he couldn't out stare Crosshair and it's become a whole thing. You could win us back some money, commander..." Cerrix tone turns hopeful.

"Ha! These guys need all the help they can get." The boisterous voice you recognize as Wrecker's.

You look to Crosshair, who stands, arms crossed, rolling a toothpick slowly between his lips, sizing you up. His eyes are narrowed, calculating and you can practically feel the weight of his gaze on your skin. Something in it tweaks your competitive side.

"Hm." You hand your datapad to a grinning Cerrix. "Okay. I can do that," you say, as you head toward Crosshair, your men parting around you like water as you step up to the crates.

You take a cleansing breathe, letting it out in a soft chuckle as A'den, who you're half surprised to see in the crowd, leans close, whispers in your ear, "Get him, commander," before moving to hold up a wall, letting the rest of his brothers crowd in around you.

"Right," says Cerrix, "I've got eyes on Crosshair. Who's got the commander?"

"I do," the voice is warm and smokey. Sergeant Hunter; after your first meeting, you'd recognize his voice anywhere. He comes into view, standing just behind Crosshair, where he can watch your face throughout the contest. He gives the tiniest nod of his head.

"Okay," Cerrix continues, "first one to blink or look away loses. Draw is at four minutes on the timer." Cerrix motions to Tech, who taps his datapad and gives a thumbs up.

"No Force tricks," rasps Crosshair.

You smile. "I don't need Force tricks. Tech, start the clock."

And so it begins.

The weight you felt from his gaze when you were across the room is nothing compared to what you feel now, staring directly into Crosshair's eyes. His focus is pointed. When he's not tense or scowling, Crosshair's eyes take on a heavy lidded quality that seem to make the color of them darker, deeper.

All the clones have brown eyes.

And you've stared into many sets of them in many different contexts. Issuing orders before leaving for battle. Listening to stories in the mess or at 79's when you've been invited along. Sitting at bedsides in Med Bay. In dark corners of the ship, telling someone their brother didn't make it back. In the middle of firefights, choking on dust and wrapping the Force around you and the clones, who you can do nothing for except hold their hands...

But this is new. Different.

The last time you stared into someone's eyes this closely, for this long, they had been a lover.

With a soft sigh, you keep eye contact but let your vision take in the full, slightly out of focus, expanse of Crosshair's face.

He has the high cheekbones that all clones share, but they're more pronounced on his lean face. His jawline is narrow, chin strong. His lips are thin and between them he holds the ever captive toothpick.

You catch a teasing flash of his tongue as the toothpick rolls from one side of his mouth to the other.

It gives you an idea. You said you didn't need Force tricks. You never said you'd play fair.

You bring your full attention back to his eyes, notice one of his eyebrows has drawn up; it doesn't take the Force to know he's been examining you in much the same way.

Making sure to keep eye contact, you lean forward, place your left elbow on the stack of crates and rest your chin on your curled knuckles.

Curiosity flares in Crosshair's eyes, but he stays focused. Sharp. Assessing.

Until you slowly part your lips, as if you're about the speak. Instead of words, you let the tip of your tongue play along the inside edge of your lower lip and watch the subtle widening of his eyes. You can feel the control he exerts over himself to not break eye contact to look fully at your mouth.

You reach out with your free hand — slowly; he could stop you if he wanted to — and pluck the toothpick from his mouth. His lips part, you hear the slightest uptick of his breathing.

There's a low rumble throughout the room. Hushed conversation. Maybe constrained laughter.

You flip the toothpick, bring the end of it that had been between Crosshair's lips to the center of your own.

Your tongue slips out, curls around it and you tuck it up against the corner of your mouth with a sly smile that you know reaches your eyes.

Crosshair blinks.

Cerrix cry is instantaneous. "The commander wins!"

"Secret weapon?" Hunter says to him.

"We do tend to bring her out when we really need the win, on the battlefield or off."

You cast a sidelong look at Cerrix, one eyebrow raised. He doesn't even have the decency to look cowed.

You turn back Crosshair, who's arms remain crossed over his chest. His chin is tucked. He's still watching you.

You lean in close, balanced against the crates. "I told you I didn't need Force tricks."

"Perhaps," he reaches out, forefinger under your chin, thumb pressing into the sensitive skin just below your lip where his toothpick still sits, "we need a rematch. Without an audience."

I...haven't done a reader insert ficlet in a long time and never for Star Wars.

But I just had this idea bubble up at random. It was an okay word workout and it let me think more about Crosshair's face. So, win.

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[kastarastark]

Cody: Can you go to a meeting with the 501st with me?

Wolffe: ...you just don't want to deal with Anakin's bullshit yourself...

Cody: I will admit that Anakin can be very annoying at times, at this point it wouldn't surprise me if even Obi-Wan secretly wants to hit Anakin with a chair.

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[cornfowercowboy]

HI GUYS!!!

Soooo..I wasn’t expecting people to actually like my story Soo..in the mean time while I write chapter two of When can I be free? I thought since I AM going to probably take a long time writing it I’d show what Star/Reader and Michael look like! And I did put some little extra drawing at the end!😼Of course this is a x Reader story so if you don’t like what reader looks like you are happily welcome to change how she looks! So until next chapter

Much love

-CornflowerCowboy <3

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[clonemedickix]

hey howdy hey, may we get some first kiss goodness with Primer with the prompt "the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one." 🥺💙

Hey there!! This is my first time writing from the x reader perspective, so bear with me, but here is a little blurb of a first kiss with Primer 💕

Rating: M

Word count: 890

Pairing: Lieutenant Primer x Reader

Warnings: clone first kiss, mention of adult alcoholic beverage imbibing, mention of being at a bar, otherwise alllll fluff

You’d met the somewhat aloof Dragon Company commander at 79’s one night, when they were back on shore leave from their latest mission. The Dragons were a mysterious group; whispers would follow them as they passed by, their black armor with gold accents making them stand out darkly in the crowd of clones. They all wore kamas, but only the Lieutenant bore a single pauldron over his left shoulder, the dragon on his right shoulder guard proudly displayed for all to see. He had a small tattoo on his right temple, with a slightly elongated, forked scar on his right cheek that made him look weathered and experienced.

As he was alone, you took the chance to slide quietly up next to him at the bar, your eyes on his handsome profile as he studied the drink before him. He glanced over at you, noticing your proximity, and when he realized whom he was looking at, Primer smiled. He had a beautiful, endearing smile that always reached his warm, rich brown eyes. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Well, hello. What brings you here tonight,” he said happily.

“I fancied a little dancing and loud music,” you replied with a smile.

“That’s a fair enough reason. How about I satisfy that urge to dance right now?,” Primer said, offering a hand and stepping back from the bar slightly. You smile even brighter, taking the warm, tan hand and letting him lead you to the dance floor.

Primer was a good dancer, but an even better singer. As he moved with you across the floor, he sang along with the lyrics smoothly, and you delighted to hear his rich baritone voice keep harmony with the words. The bar lights strobed along with the music, making the flash and sheen of clothes, bright eyes and smiling mouths appear and disappear in a blur as Primer twirled you around the space along with the other clones and their dates. It was strange, but you felt completely alone with him, the only two people in the world at that moment.

After dancing for a solid hour and enjoying every second, Primer led you back to the bar for a drink. This time he pulled you to the end, near the back wall of the bar. It was darker here, a little more private and subdued. You could actually hear him speak without shouting. You made small talk, laughing at small jokes and enjoying watching the light play across the high cheekbones of his handsome face. You found your gaze drawn to his full bottom lip as he spoke, distracted at the thought of how it might feel to press your own lips to his. Suddenly, you realized Primer had stopped speaking for some time, and was looking at you with a mixture of amusement, curiosity and want.

He leaned into your space carefully, his eyes leaving your own lips to stare into your blue eyes. As he moved closer, you could smell the scent of his clean skin, the soap he washed with, the faint tang of his alcoholic drink on his breath. You felt his lips brush against yours briefly, the lightest pressure of the soft skin touching yours in a light peck, then he drew back as if to ask, ‘Is this okay?’ Primer could see the hunger in your own eyes, the confirmation of your own wish, and he immediately moved back in to kiss you once more, a strong, passionate gesture of feelings deep within his heart.

The sensation of his soft, full lips crushed to yours took your breath away, and you pressed back into him, feeling his lips part, as the tip of his tongue brushed your top lip. The tips of his fingers brushed your shoulder, then traced up your neck to your cheek, cupping your jaw carefully. Your lips parted and you slipped your own tongue over his, the kiss deepening to one of sweet exploration and tenderness, a perfect first kiss.

When the two of you finally parted, you stared into his deep liquid brown eyes, studying the flecks of amber and gold that reflected in the shine and glitter of the bar lights. You smiled, watching him, hoping there would be more kisses like that to come. Primer returned your smile, his hand covering yours resting on the bar. He looked like he wanted to speak, perhaps ask you something, but he hesitated for a moment. You did your best to look encouragingly back at him, waiting to hear what you hoped might be an invitation for more time with him.

His face broke into a rueful, slightly shy one sided grin and he finally squeezed your hand lightly. “Wanna get out of this joint? Walk with me for a while?”

“Lead the way! So long as you promise to kiss me again like that..,” you replied with a smile.

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[monako-jinn-stories]

Crosshair X Fem!Reader FanFic

Rebel

Just a little sneak peak at Cyar’ika’s future, rhat takes place after It Started With a Vacation

Main Master List

OC Master List

Angst Master List

Warnings: brief mention of miscarriage

“I’m 19, I can make decisions for myself now, buir!”

“But you don’t need to go off and give your life up for war!”

“But it’s what I’m meant to do!”

“No, it’s not. Just because you have it in your blood, that doesn’t mean you have to be a soldier as well.”

“Mom would let me, she actually encouraged me to!”

“You what?” Crosshair snaps his head to look at you, and you let out a sigh as you stand and unfold your arms.

“I didn’t encourage you, Cyar’ika,” you say, “I told you that you need to look inside and meditate, try to find the best path for you to take.”

“But that’s so boring. I know that this would be a good decision! I want to help the Rebels!”

“It may be a good decision, but it might not be the best,” you say. “Cross, you also need to realize that she has a good point.”

“What do you mean?” he asks, a look of betrayal flashing in his eyes. It’s as though he can’t believe you’re taking her side over his. “She’s still young!”

“She’s old enough to make her own decisions,” you counter. “Neither of us ever had that option when we were growing up, and so we need to let her have it.”

“I’m not going to let my daughter run off and join a war against the Empire,” he says, and before you can respond, he storms out of the room. You sigh again, looking back at your daughter. Her silver hair has fallen in front of her eyes, and you walk over and brush it to the side. She keeps her gaze averted as you look at her.

“Cyar’ika,” you say gently, “please look at me?” Slowly, she moves her eyes to meet yours, and you can see the angry tears she’s trying to hold back. “He just wants you to be safe. He’s scared. He knows what it’s like to lose people in war. We both do.”

“But I’m the daughter of a Jedi and a clone trooper. I’m meant for this! Not to mention, you’re Dohbarian and he’s Mandalorian. Even more warrior blood!”

“Just because your ancestors were warriors, and your parents were soldiers, does not mean that’s what you’re meant to be. You are your own person. Isn’t that what you were just arguing about?” “Well, yeah, but I want to make a difference! I want to help!”

“And we won’t stop you if you want to go, but I just want you to understand the risk and what it will be like.” You look at your daughter as she groans, and you laugh slightly to yourself before poking her nose. She scrunches her face in annoyance, trying to swat your hand away. “Why don’t you go for a walk with Major? He hasn’t been exercised in a while.” Your dark furred loth wolf lifts his head from the bed and looks curiously at the two of you when he hears his name.

“Fine,” Cyar’ika responds, and she calls Major to follow as she leaves the palace. He jumps up and lets out a bark of excitement before running to join her.

When the door closes, you sigh for a third time and walk around to find Crosshair. You don’t have to search long, though, as your feeling about him being in the blaster range is correct. He doesn’t notice when you walk in, so you head over to get your own blaster. You press a button so that targets will pop up for you, and then you begin firing. It doesn’t take long until all the targets are down, and when you finish, you look over to see Crosshair watching you.

“Hey Snarky,” you say, and he huffs before looking back towards where the targets had been.

“Not too bad, but I’m still a better shot.”

“I’ll beat you one day. It’s not like you’re getting any younger.”

“Neither are you,” he responds, and you both share a small laugh before you decide to bring up what you know he’s avoiding.

“Look, I know you don’t like it-”

“Really? Is it that obvious?” Crosshair says, picking up his rifle and aiming down range at his own targets.

“Cross, just listen, okay?”

“Why?” he says, hitting two targets with one shot.

“Because, that’s how this works. That’s how we work.”

“I’m not letting my only child run off to get herself killed by some imperial scum.” The words leave Crosshair in a growl, and you see his shoulders tensing with each second.

“I have contacts-”

“It’s not safe!” he nearly yells, and he puts his rifle down before turning back to you. “I nearly lost everything in the beginning of the Empire,” he says, “I messed up with you, I nearly had my brothers killed, I lost all free will, and then we lost our other baby. I can’t risk something like that happening to Cyar’ika, or losing her.”

“It’s not your decision to make on what our daughter does.” Your words are firm, and Crosshair bites down on his toothpick as he looks away. “I have contacts, Crosshair. Sans and Hex are out there, Ahsoka is out there, Caleb and Hera. Even Bail is fighting against the Empire. We can trust any one of them to keep Cyar’ika safe.”

“She’s a princess,” Crosshair mumbles, “she’s not meant to be in a war.”

“I was a princess once too, you know. I trained as any other Dohbarian. I became a fighter while also becoming a Jedi. As queen, I fought as a general in the war that led us together. It does not matter what status she holds, she has her own right to choose what to be.”

“I already missed so much of her life before, when she was young. I can’t risk missing anymore.”

“It’s not your choice to make.”

“Well it karking should be!”

“Crosshair,” you say, resting your hand on his shoulder. His jaw tenses, and you move your hand to his cheek to make him look at you. “I know it’s hard, and that it’s not what you want. But you have to let her grow up and be her own person.”

“Why?” he says quietly, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch. “Why do I have to let go?”

“You don’t have to let go, you just have to let her be free. You know how it felt to not have any free will. Now, it’s not the same, but you’re still limiting her choices.”

“I just want to protect her, to protect our family.”

“I know, but she doesn’t need our constant protection anymore. We’ve both trained her well, she’s a magnificent warrior and soldier. She can take care of herself.”

“I know…”

“Come on,” you say, grabbing his hand and stepping backwards, “let’s go start dinner. We can eat with Ahni and Kwol as well.”

“Alright,” he says, grabbing his rifle before letting you lead him out of the room.

As you walk, you let silence fill the air between you. The halls have seemed much lonelier ever since you returned after rescuing him from the Empire. It had been long since Tayah fell to the darkside and ran off to follow the Sith, and no other children were around the palace except Cyar’ika. 

“Has anyone heard anything?” Crosshair asks as you begin to prepare dinner. Ahni and Kwol have joined you, and they each sadly shake their heads.

“We’ve informed everyone who we can trust, but…there’s been nothing.”

“I can still feel her out there,” you assure them, “it’s just…not the same feeling. It’s cold, sad, and lost.”

“I can understand the feeling. If I had lost my brothers, I too would probably have gone…” Crosshair stops his sentence there, not wanting to say the word he’d been thinking. But everyone knows what he was going to say.

“If she’s found, do you think-”

“No,” you say, cutting Kwol off before he can finish his sentence. Tears brim at your eyes as you remember your own encounter with someone you’d loved and tried to bring back to the light. “There’s no chance to bring her back. Not even if you guys try.”

“How do you know, you haven’t even tried,” Kwol defends, and your grip is so tight that your utensil snaps in your hand, but you don’t flinch.

“Because. The strongest Jedi I ever knew, the bravest one, he couldn’t be saved. I tried. I begged him. Anakin-no, Vader, didn’t even falter when I called out to him. We weren’t exactly close as family, but Obi Wan hadn’t been able to help him either. Tayah can’t be saved.”

“So you’ve already given up hope before you’ve even tried?”

“Look, I’ve been in enough arguments for today, can we all just relax and talk about something nice? Like the weather?”

“Sure,” Kwol says, though you can hear the bitterness in his voice. You sigh, looking apologetically at Ahni who offers you a small understanding smile in return.

“Where’s Cyar’ika?” Ahni asks as you all sit down to eat. 

“She took Major out for a walk. I’m going to assume they’ll be out for a while.”

“That loth wolf definitely needs exercise. He’s been digging a crater in my garden,” Ahni says, and you laugh before apologizing.

“I don’t know why Cyar’ika hasn’t been taking him out lately, but hopefully she’ll start to again. We got that pup for her.”

“And yet you named him,” Kwol points out.

“I feel like naming him after my fallen trooper was a good decision,” you defend. Kwol snaps his mouth shut then, remembering what had happened.

“Steele would have been honored,” Crosshair says, “and he probably would have tried to steal him for himself.”

“That’s true,” you laugh, fighting back the sadness that threatens to overcome you.

You all continue to talk about random things as you eat your dinner, and soon after you find yourself on your balcony watching the sun set over Dohbar. You sense Crosshair quietly coming up behind you, but you don’t turn to acknowledge him.

“I remember the first time I saw a Dohbarian sunset,” he says quietly as he stops beside you. “It was the most gorgeous one I had ever seen, and yet, it wasn’t the most gorgeous thing I saw.”

“Hmm,” you hum, a corner of your lips turning up in a smirk. “And what was the most gorgeous thing?”

“Mrs. Duree,” Crosshair responds, earning a playful nudge and glare from you. He chuckles before gently tilting your chin up so that he can place a soft kiss on your lips. “You, my Princess Cyar’ika, are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re never going to drop that nickname, are you?” you ask, and he shakes his head no. “I didn’t think so.”

“Speaking of Princess Cyar’ika, have you seen her come back yet?” he asks, and it’s your turn for you to shake your head. “I feel like she should have returned by now.”

“She’s fine, Crosshair,” you say, taking his hands gently in his. But as you speak the words, something doesn’t feel quite right to you. You don’t let this feeling show, though, because you want Crosshair to remain calm and relaxed. “If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll send her a transmission telling her that she has to make you breakfast in bed tomorrow.”

“That sounds perfect,” Crosshair says, and you laugh before pushing him back inside.

“Now, can my Snarky Sniper turn on a holovideo for us to watch before bed?”

“Anything for you, my Princess Cyar’ika,” he responds, and after he turns his back, you throw a pillow at him. Instantly after being hit, he throws it right back and jumps onto the bed. Your giggles fill the room as he bombards you with pillows, and when he’s sure you’re too preoccupied to notice, he begins to tickle you.

“C-Crosshair!” you manage to stutter out, “you know I-I hate be-ing tickled!”

“You started it,” he says through a chuckle.

“N-no!”

“Oh yes you did,” he replies. “I’ll stop if you promise to act like an adult and behave.”

“F-fine!” you say, and his tickling stops instantly. You take a few moments to catch your breath before reaching out to the side and whacking him with a pillow. He grabs it from your hand and whaps you in the face with it before getting up and putting a holovideo in. You get settled on the bed and wait for him to join you. When he does, you instantly cuddle up to his side and let his warmth surround you.

“She’ll be back, Crosshair,” you say, and you feel him exhale deeply.

“I know.”

The next morning, the sound of Major pawing at the door wakes you up. His whines are incessant, and so you groggily throw the sheets off and go to see what he wants. Before you can even speak, he lets out a small bark and begins to run down the hall. Something in the way he’s acting is off, and so you follow him quickly. 

When you catch up to him, he’s whining at Cyar’ika’s door. You knock and call out to her, but get no response. You reach out through the force to see if she’s sleeping, but she’s not there. A chill runs through you, and you open the door and see that everything looks normal.

“What’s going on, Major?” you ask, and he immediately begins sniffing around. His nose leads him to her balcony, where he barks to get your attention. The door is unlocked, and Major seems to be following a scent that leads out of the palace.

You quickly go back inside and open her closet, and you notice that clothes and boots are missing. You run to her bedside table and open the drawer, and her lightsaber and blasters are gone. Panic fills you, and you frantically look around before seeing a droid that is never in her room. You press a button and a recording shows, and it’s Cyar’ika.

“Hey, mom, or buir, or whoever finds this. Look, I know that I need to choose my own path, and so I am. I’m sorry that I had to leave like this, but…I just couldn’t bear to see your tears. I know this is going to hurt, and I wish I could have said a proper goodbye, but…but I’m going to join the Rebellion. I’ve already contacted uncles Sans and Hex, and they agreed to meet me somewhere safe. I also lied to them, so, you’ll probably be getting a transmission from them. Oh kriff, I hope you didn’t see that before this. Either way, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be safe and smart. I promise I’ll make you proud. I love you all. Goodbye.”

When the message ends, you close your eyes and let out a breath. You wish she hadn’t gone in the middle of the night. You wish you could have made sure she was properly prepared. But you were thankful her uncles would be helping her, and they’d make sure she’s alright.

“I did this,” a voice says from behind you, and you turn around to see Crosshair. There’s fear and hurt and heartbreak in his eyes, and you immediately rush over to hold him.

“No, Crosshair. This is not your fault.”

“If I would have just supported her, she’d have said goodbye in person.”

“We don’t know that, Crosshair.”

“Yes we do. It was all because of me. I drove her away.”

“No, Crosshair,” you say, pulling back to look him in the eye. “You did not drive her away. She wants to fight, she wants to help. One way or another, she was going to join the Rebellion. You can’t hold the blame for this.”

“Why did she have to go?” The question is broken as Crosshair asks it, and you hold him tighter in your arms. You can feel his anguish through the force, and you wish there was a way you could relieve the feeling. You wish you could say words that would make him feel alright, but you can’t think of anything. All that comes to mind is a simple phrase.

“She’ll be back, Crosshair.”

“I know.”

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Congrats on your following!! You more than deserve the attention for the skill and care you put into your writing. It’s always lovely to read and see where things go— on that note—

I would like to request “The Angst TM“ or “Hurt/Comfort”

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48 —"You're the stars to my galaxy, without you there is no light."

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Hello my lovely @kavecika

I hope things are going well for you. You're always in my thoughts, even if I don't have time to reach out. I went with the Angst, so I hope you love it, and thank you for the congratulations, that means a lot.

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Smoke surrounded you as you did your best to tie off a wound, it was never easy working the front lines, not during the GAR and especially not now as an Imperial medic. You didn’t even know if what you were doing was right, not the medical part, but staying with the Empire. 

Really the only reason you stayed was because of Crosshair, you couldn’t leave him. You’d never leave him. Not when his chip activated, not when he made the decision to abandon his brothers, not even when he became a killing machine for the Empire. He wasn’t the Crosshair you knew and loved, but you still couldn’t leave him. 

“Someone get the medic. Get the medic!”

Another shout for help, another injured soldier that you would have to do your best to take care of; force how you missed Crosshair. How you missed how he would hold you so tight, afraid that you would slip through his grasp, almost as though you would disappear if he didn’t hold you. 

You missed how his lips traced your jaw, memorizing your shape, your every outline in the comfort of your quarters. 

But it all changed, all because of that stupid chip, that stupid old prune who somehow felt he was entitled to become an Emperor. If you only had a chance to deal with him hand-to-hand, then there would be no Empire, no chip, no soldiers still dying. Dying from something as ridiculous as a war that was supposed to be over. You remember because there was a parade and a declaration saying the war was over, so … then why were you here trying to save another young man from dying. 

You fought back the tears, fought back the anger, the hatred, you just wanted to be home. To be in Crosshair’s arms again, to hear him call you his baar’ur’ika, his little medic. You wanted to be lying beside him as he chewed his toothpick, something he stopped doing when he joined the Imperial ranks. 

Somehow through the smoke, through the tears, you finished your duty, and saved one more life. The fighting seemed to have finished at least for now. You trudged your way slowly towards the med tent, you needed to wash your hands and look after the patients you sent earlier. 

You were almost there when you saw Crosshair standing there, his armour looked pristine, the black shining even in the moonlight. He stared at you, and you just stared right back at him. You wanted to run into his arms, you wanted to hold him, bury your face in the crook of his neck. God, how you wanted to feel his fingers in your hair. To feel his breath on your neck, but there was no reaction from him. 

Nothing. 

There was nothing but him just standing guard. 

“Something you need, medic?”

The way he spat out the word medic, the way he just stared, it was all too much. Tears welled up in your eyes as you swallowed the lump in your throat back. He wasn’t your Crosshair, regardless of the fact you stayed for him, you followed him wherever he went, he wasn’t yours anymore. 

You simply shook your head, and walked into the tent. 

Why? Why did it have to be him? Why did you have to lose the one bright star in your life, that one shining, brilliant, spot in your miserable, dreary life? You gripped the field sink that had been set up and fought back the tears, fought back the misery. He was alive, regardless of everything else. He was here. He was alive, and maybe one day, somehow you’d be able to bring him back to you. 

Crosshair walked into the med tent and watched you, it’s all he could do. How could he possibly reach out to you? How could he do anything to comfort you? You were here because of him, when he tried his hardest to get you to leave you didn’t. So he did the next best thing, he distanced himself, he needed to save you even if that meant he had to break his promise to never leave you. His heart broke seeing you on the verge of breaking down, but if he intervened now, all the pain and hurt he caused you would’ve been for nothing. This was how he could save you, how he could keep you alive. 

He exited the tent, you none the wiser he’d even been there. 

You closed your eyes as a tear slid down your cheek, all you could think about was the last time you two were together, how he looked at you. How his fingers gently caressed the side of your face, the smile on his face as he declared his love to you, in the most perfect way possible.

“You’re the stars to my galaxy, without you there is no light” Crosshair smiled, “I mean it baar’ur’ika, you are my everything. If you’re not by my side, I wouldn’t even know what life is. I love you.”

Your trembling hand cupped his cheek as you smiled tears of joy, “I love you, my beautiful sniper.”

“I have a bad feeling about this next mission, just … just promise me, you’ll never stop loving me.” He pleaded as though his very life depended on your answer, he turned his head, kissing your palm, and holding it to his face.

“I promise. I’ll love you until I have no breath left in me. I may be the stars to your galaxy, but you’re the reason I even exist. Without you, I’d have no reason to live.”

“No you would, because you promised me all those months ago, you’d never stop living. So you’re not allowed to stop, even if I’m gone. I need you to keep going. For me.” He pressed another kiss to your palm, “Promise me?”

You simply nodded as you pulled him close, kissing his lips, “I promise. I promise to always love you and to never give up living.”

“I love you”

It was all that was said that night, as he held you so close. And now, he wouldn’t even dare to stand next to you, much less acknowledge your presence. You pulled yourself together, washed your face, and focused on the next soldier that needed you. 

As you moved to your next patient, you vowed you would find a way to bring Crosshair back to you. Someway or in some form, you’d find the Crosshair you knew and loved.

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Star Wars the Clone Wars: Bloodline

Impulse : Chapter 3

Timeline: 22bby

Summary: After a daring battle, Vera and Cody spent the night together over good wine and homemade food, something he often doesn't get to experience and after the night filled with laughter and happiness, Vera finally had a taste of belonging. Someone she knew she could turn to. Will this night determine the next steps towards the future or will she deny the opportunity for a safer life? 

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Warnings: 18+, soft smut, a bad word? maybe 2?

Rating: NSFW

Notes:

*caf = coffee

A soft ringing began to fill Veras ears as she slowly wakes up from deep within her dreams. The sound became clearer as she pulled herself into consciousness, gently tapping the power button on her alarm clock.  "Hmph", she rolls over, checking out the other side of the bed to make sure HE wasn't there, -sigh- "thank the stars". After last nights... activities, she was trying hard not to...well, have him end up in her bed. Which was shocking to say the least because they were both very, VERY drunk and mostly flirty but, she knew the commander wouldn't push limits and honestly that was one of the things that she appreciated most about him. He's a gentleman, very polite, funny, responsible and possibly checked all the boxes but for some reason, she didn't have that initial spark like she did when she first saw Rex. Who knows, maybe after her decision today she might be able to see him again which was something she kinda looked forward to. All she had to do now is ACTUALLY get up and get ready before Cody comes back to take her to the GAR.         

The cold air outside the blanket was of no help to her trying getting out of bed however, she needed to. Thus was deemed her first mission; "I need to get ready before he picks me up". She slowly rolled up and sat at the edge of her bed, gently putting her hands on her thighs- basking in the morning sun. Her bedroom consisted of one large single pane window about the size of a wall and a large king sized bed directly in the center of the room with nothing else but a mirror. Her and her sister lived a simple but elegant life and held those standards growing up. She sat at the edge of her bed taking in the warm sunlight, gathering her thoughts and preparing her mind for the day. Her skin was already a deep olive tone but the morning sunrise made her glow like sweet Corellian caramel. "I feel different..", she admitted, standing up realizing she somehow managed to get into her nightgown after last nights... events. "Strange... I don't remember putting these on..", and there she stood in her navy blue satin nightgown, the straps gently descending down her shoulders disappearing in her wavy strands of hair falling from her loose updo. She walked to the mirror next to her closet and gazed at herself.... Aside from the obvious, her bottom lip had a small cut that nearly looked healed, remembering that Cody had put bacta cream on the wound earlier that night before they cooked dinner. "He was so gentle.." she whispered, lightly touching the rim of the cut grinning as she began reminiscing about her moment with him.

When he sat her down on the edge of the couch gently applying the cream to her wound there was a moment they met each others gaze and just stared. She didn't know how long but she knew that at that present time but it didn't matter. There was a warmth to Cody that she had never felt before and a comfort that wrapped around her constricting her deepest breath but if only she knew.. that the feeling was mutual. 

Despite both their strict rules on relationships, that quickly ended with their intimate moment and the more she thought about it, still standing in the mirror; Her entire life was filled with serving her people. There was always rules that barred her from even basic social standards. So having some care for her in this way, without them knowing about her true identity, made her smile. Since she often kept to herself and did not have any friends, having that moment with him changed her perspective in ways that she herself didn't understand and that was something she was okay with. 

As Vera went to grab her brush, she heard scuffling in the living room. The sound made her freeze. "What the...", she slowly cautioned to the door opening it inch by inch to peak who was there, thinking about where the closest weapon would be in case things went sour. When she managed to get enough leeway to see, she quickly opened the door all the way, "CODY?!", she shouted. The pony tail had already fallen out of her hair as she stood there in her very alluring nightgown observing the commander with two cups of caf in hand. He was dressed in his blacks with his armor stacked neatly by the couch having evidence, like a blanket and a pillow, pointing to his extended stay. "Um, I...-I um... made some caf....was that... okay?", he said as both their cheeks began to flush. He couldn't help but stare, she was beautiful to look at- no.. more than that, she was stunning. Thoughts began to courtesy its way through his brain, making it harder to compose himself. Her beauty was beyond any other woman he had seen. Her long black wavy hair and golden yellow eyes sparkled like a gem and the way the sun hit her skin… He froze in place realizing that each breath he took was chasitized the closer she got. 

"I.. wait.. what? Why are you still here? You're supposed to pick me up in like an hour..", She said walking down the few steps that lead up to her bedroom to meet the commander face to face. She lifted the straps on her grown and folded her arms to cover her breasts. She felt very bare but sooner realized their comfortability with each other. He set the glasses down on the side table, regaining his composure and began to explain himself. "Im not sure if you remember but..", he leaned against the couch trying hard not to make eye contact, "Well.... we drank... a lot and you offered for me to stay. I took you up on the offer because I couldn't manage to make it to the door myself-". She was baffled and even giggled a bit because last night got way out of hand and it was funny to think about. "-eventually I got my armor off and fell asleep on the couch". 

Although she would never offer a sleep over to a person she doesn't quiet know, she surely remembered having that conversation with him. "You're right Im sorry, I forgot. I don't normally let people I just met to sleep over..", she looked down realizing she was still in her nightgown as her cheeks turned a darker red. The gown itself barely contained her curves, her butt poked out just a little from under the fine silk and her breasts were plump enough to spill out from the hemmed v cut.. Honestly, she was lucky her hair was long enough to cover such areas. "I- I should probably get changed-", she stuttered fully embarrassed from the odd interaction they just had and right before she turned back to her room, he grabbed her hand. Everything fell silent as she looked back at him slowly approaching her, gently holding her hand in his, gripping it just a little tighter indicating his need. 

Veras heart raced as butterflies began to tingle in her stomach and maybe even a bit lower. "Thank you for last night, I appreciate your kindness meshl'a". She ignored the fact that she still didn't know what that meant and was a bit more irritated that even after last night she still didn't get her answer but never mind that, she was more curious about the sudden change in affection. The early morning sunrise changed the tone and impulse had never been stronger. Despite not knowing what to say she wanted something else, something more. She stepped up to him, putting her hand on his chest, "No commander... thank you", she said softly, "for everything-". The words that rolled off her lips, filled with lust as she meets his soft look, "I would've been in a lot of trouble if it wasn't for you. I owe you my life commander", and hugged him, letting go slightly- still shying her body away.

The commanders blood began to race as he cautiously puts one of his hands on her waist feeling the silk fabric between his fingers, gazing upon her hourglass body- looking straight into her eyes as they got closer and closer, their lips inches from each other. Once he gained enough courage he threw his responsibility out the window and placed his other hand on her waist gripping the love handles that she was hiding under the gown. He squeezed just a little before proceeding, silently asking if what they were about to do next was okay. She released her arms from her chest, as she slowly found herself falling into the rabbit hole of curiosity and slowly began to slide her hand up his abdomen feeling every built muscle and scar up to his chest. The wonder of what each scar represented and the story behind it was intriguing but never mind that, she was genuinely curious about his body as she gripped a small piece of fabric and began to tug. She couldn't help but wonder if this was the right choice but the heat growing in between her thighs took control of her mind. She desired him... 

"Vera..", he whispered under his breath, both his hands gripping her waist tighter indicating his need for her. He didn't want to push past his limits thus letting her decide the next move. She brushed her hair to one side of her shoulder, revealing her chest to him. He looked down seeing the plump mounds rising each breath she took, begging to be touched as he felt himself twitch with anticipation. She took a step forward and pressed herself up against him; body on body, feeling his growing bulge against her center as she felt herself dripping, wanting all of him inside her. She got on the tip of her toes and kissed him, deeper and deeper as she slowly began to wrap her arms around his neck. He finally let his guard down as he began sliding his hands behind her, tightly gripping the mounds behind her that swelled for him... showing what she was getting into. 

She began to ask herself what she was doing. Mainly because she's never gone past this point with anyone before despite the many suitors who begged for her attention but the second he gripped her from behind nothing else mattered. She was driven by an entirely new entity, picturing Rex as the perpetrator. 

She felt the peak of her breast begin to harden the more he grabbed her as she pressed up against his chest showing him how he made her feel... Cody well, his restraint began to weaken. The blood coursed through his body making his need grow harder and while what was happening is great, he wanted more. He lifted her onto him as she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding on him in mid air. There was no bliss sweeter than this. Their kisses grew deeper and deeper as Cody slowly began walking them to the couch.  He laid her down and although they were still lost in the kissing, he began to spread her thighs and continued pushing them up by he shoulders to make leeway to her center. He slowly pushing into her, mimicking what could be. 

Despite having clothes on, Vera could feel herself pooling. If this feels good, sex will too and she's been waiting for the right person to share that with but she couldn't help but wonder if Cody is the right person. However, she knew if it wasn't meant to be the Gods would let her know and since nothing seemed unordinary she believed that maybe this was her moment. She finally let herself go. 

"Commander I...-", she softly moaned while he began kissing her neck, bringing his hand up to knead at her breasts, testing the sensitive buds that he so desperately wanted in his mouth. 

"What is it Meshl'a?", he slides his free hand down pulling her nightgown up touching the bare skin of her abdomen. 

"I... I want-", she moaned again as his fingers slid in between her panties playing at her slick. She gasped as her eyes rolled to the back of her head grinding against his fingers. 

"Speak up meshl'a... Tell me what you want". He commanded in husky voice that drove her off the edge. She wanted this man so bad even though she knew she shouldn't. She was so captivated by his movements that it almost became unbearable. He played and teased her as a faint beeping started to fill their ears. She began to mutter, unable to control her thoughts. 

"I.. I want... you", the beeping continued getting louder pulling them out of something they could never come back from. He stopped and shot his head up grasping the concept that time was not their ally and most importantly... it was General Kenobi pinging his comm, "dammit...", he got up and ran to his armor picking up the call;

"General-", 

"Ah, Cody I was beginning to think you weren't going to answer. I hope you're on your way to pick up the Doctor?", His heart was still racing as he took a second to gather his bearings before exhaling with an answer. 

He turns to look at Vera peeking over the top of the couch, "Yes General, I am on my way there right now.",

"Good, we will wait for your arrival",

"Yes Sir...",

He looked at her dumbstruck that they just spent the past hour violating all sorts of codes, even personal ones. He needed to regain himself because being a commander means responsibility and all of that went out the door the moment he spent the night there. He couldn't help but admit to himself that it was worth it. She was worth it. 

"Vera-", he said gently as he watched her get up to fix her nightgown. The glimpse of her body from behind made him want to come up with the best excuse of why they were late and there was a moment he almost did. 

"I know commander-", She started to walk towards the door to her bedroom and before she walked in, she looked back with a small grin, "10 minutes... sir",  and proceeded to get changed. 'damn..', he thought 'what a fine woman', as he slowly gripped the bulge that grew even harder.

After a few moments, Cody calmed down and began to put on his armor. The cod piece was the hardest for him. Although it was still throbbing for her, it didn't seem like it was going away which was frustrating to say the least but he needed to because they were due at the GAR 5 minutes ago. He forced himself in, experiencing all sorts of discomfort as he continued putting himself back together piece by piece. 

After he readied himself, he sat on a chair in Vera's kitchen fully composed, she came out of her room in a burnt yellow tunic, black pants and brown boots. Despite her relatively plain outfit, she was still electrifying, "You ready to go doc?" he smiled heading to open the front door for her. 

"I am commander... Are you?", she winked blushing just enough for Cody to catch on

"yes-", he said hustling her out of the door. They headed towards his speeder, quickly hopping on and readjusting positions for comfort, "Hold on tight doc, were kinda late...", Cody said throwing his helmet on as he gripping the handles on the speeders 

"yeah I wonder why.." she smirked as she slid her hands around his waist. He shot a sly grin as he put on his helmet and began to speed off into the distance towards the GAR.

-

Vera stood in front of the door where she first met the Jedi thinking about Codys sound advice before he dropped her off; "Don't worry about what the future will bring it will always be undetermined. What you do in the moment impacts the time ahead. Stay in the present." She knew very well what he meant, her biggest flaw was overthinking and it made her smile that even in the little amount of time they spent together, he was still able to notice such things. She let out a small giggle realizing the words he said, sending a shift of confidence in her. She slowly reached for the green button next to the door; closing her eyes and began to realize that this was the first critical decision she had ever made that directly impacts her life and even her sister's. However... something about it~ felt right.

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[keravnos-kori]

return to sender - chapter three: best and brightest

ofc x tech (eventual)

word count: 5.1k

rts masterlist // ao3 link

summary: halla has been alone for the past three years. as it turns out, relocating to coruscant and attending a prestigious university hasn’t been as glamorous as she originally expected - but when a new opportunity comes along for her to prove the republic’s injustices committed against clone troopers, she might get more than she bargained for when the power structure suddenly collapses and is replaced by something far more sinister…

a/n:...let's pretend it hasn't been almost three years since i've updated

~~~~~~

“Are we there yet?”

A collective sigh reverberated throughout the cabin. Tech bit his tongue, but couldn’t help his eyes from rolling. “For the eighth time, Wrecker, you’ll know we have reached our destination when we drop out of hyperspace.”

The largest member of the Batch released an irritable groan from his position on the floor, resting his head on the cool durasteel siding that made up the Marauder’s interior.

“Does it always take this long? I never have to pay attention since Crosshair-…” Wrecker trailed off, the circumstances that led them to Saleucami in the first place overtaking his thoughts.

There was a tense silence that spread between the cockpit and main hold, cut through after a moment by the newest member of the crew. “I’m sure it can’t be that much longer!” Omega reassured. The young girl swiveled around in the co-pilot’s seat to face the rest of her companions, feet barely brushing the ground.

Tech glanced up from his datapad to assess the chronometer on the console closest to him. “Your intuition is correct. We are expected to make the drop in approximately one-half standard hour.”

Turning to follow Omega’s gaze, Tech noticed Echo nodding somewhat absently at the communications panel. Hunter continued to pace the length of the ship’s main compartment, fingers twitching near the holster of his vibroblade: a habit only initiated when his patience was wearing thin.

Staying glued to his datapad was the most effective way to keep Tech’s mind occupied in the moment. There was a lot to process from the past few days, and while he was mentally capable of doing so, he was not sure he was prepared to open up emotionally in front of his brothers about his concerns.

This seemed just fine with the others, as they had yet to discuss the implications of Crosshair’s departure either.

Having to leave their brother behind was a difficult decision, to say the least. Though Crosshair began to act strangely on Kaller, the Batch chalked it up to his severe disposition and assumed he was in a sour mood from all the contradictory orders. It wasn’t until their mission in the Onderon sector that things got out of hand.

Disobeying Hunter to his face. Threatening civilians. A total lack of disregard for how they always operated.

All in all, Tech felt as if he’d failed Crosshair, and not just from departing without him.

For not being able to see the warning signs sooner.

They’d always been close. As close as anyone could be to Tech, and vice versa with Crosshair.

Flashes of their days as cadets flashed in Tech’s mind. Everything that they’d gone through together, first as a quartet for the majority of their enhanced lifespans, then with the welcome addition of Echo to their squad. What was it all for if they left each other behind?

Wasn’t that what made them who they were from the very beginning?

Tech inhaled deeply, clearing his thoughts.

Crosshair’s absence wasn’t the only thing troubling him. Nearly 12,400 parsecs away was a civilian he had, for weeks now, kept contact with.

Against Republic regulation.

Tech had his own creative methods of bending the rules, but this went against his training completely.

He accepted her request for academic assistance on a whim. Resisting pursuits of knowledge was not where his strengths lie.

But that wasn’t all…

This civvie, this woman, was in the very heart of Imperial territory from what Tech was able to glean from scattered radio waves. In his last transmission, he was able to relay recent events to her and provide a warning to escape before anything worse happened in her vicinity.

Her.

Halla.

Contact attempts would have to be few and far between them now. He was effectively on the run from his creators and she was subject to increased surveillance in the capital.

The thought was not a pleasant one.

He was confident in his ability to take care of himself despite the circumstances, but she was just a student - albeit a rather intelligent one. Tech knew, though, that intellect and survival skills were nowhere close to being in the same category. The best he could hope for would be that she keeps her head down and book passage to a system not known for its ties with the centralized government; much like his own plan.

Redirecting his attention back towards his screen, Tech’s heel began to bounce beneath the control yoke as he began to brainstorm potential solutions. How could he provide assistance from such a distance away? What good would he be to her if they had no method of communication?

Straightening his back, Tech decided to compose a new message before he had to switch back to piloting manually.

If he was capable of modifying his signal to become untraceable (which he was and did), and he provided instructions to Halla to do the same, would it not be logical to assume their transmissions could resume without external interference?

There was a flurry of typing as Tech did all he could to explain, down to the minutiae, the process of concealing one’s transmission identifier, holonet mask, and localized device positioning mechanism.

Child’s play for him, in the grand scheme of things, but not for an individual with no engineering experience whatsoever and who had once admitted to him that she’d once fallen for a basic malware ploy that resulted in unsavory Neimoidian images to be downloaded on to a University-owned device.

On that note, Tech made an effort to be as thorough with his directions as possible.

Once the list was drawn up and revised for clarity, Tech took a moment to check the chrono once more: T-minus four minutes until the drop. Satisfied with the results of his work, Tech wrote a quick note near the top of the message and addressed it before sending it off.

Clipping the datapad back onto his utility belt, Tech began his routine of sublight prechecks.

If Crosshair couldn’t be helped right now, maybe Halla could.

~~~

Halla was not a morning person.

She did not enjoy drinking caf or planning how she was supposed to be productive that day. Most of all, she hated waking up before noon on a good day. If it weren’t for the bitterness she felt at the news she received yesterday, Halla would still gladly be nestled in bed.

But no. Here she was, bright and early at 08:00 hours, waiting for an audience with her new graduate advisor.

The administrative complex was just as big and expensive as the rest of the buildings across campus, filled with similar indoor-friendly greenery and back-breaking duraplast seating. The newest addition, besides the drab gray and white uniforms milling about, was the massive tapestries emblazoned with the newly minted Imperial cog draped liberally both in and outside all University structures.

Halla imagined they were meant to display “indomitable allegiance to the cause” or something of the like, but the only impression she was left with was how badly the shades of black clashed with the pristine white and emerald interior.

From her position in the foyer, Halla could still hear the protestors on the steps outside only meters away. It was a diverse bunch, much like the former populace of the college, all holding signs and chanting something along the lines of “hey hey, ho ho, racism’s got to go!”

It had been embarrassing to walk past them, entering the building with her loose hair as a partition between herself and the crowd. She would have joined in, and might’ve said as much to them if she weren’t trying to avoid the scrutiny of the security guards holding a barrier in place.

She was a traitor.

Halla’s meeting with the Dean was not exactly on his daily agenda. She had figured his last message counted as an open invitation, leading her to plaster on a cheerful smile at the check-in center and con her way onto the visitor list.

A list. For who exactly?

Besides a few spare personnel milling about, there was a distinct lack of student activity taking place inside. Halla never saw anyone go into the Admin Complex ahead of her, and there was no one else in the lobby to follow her up either.

They’re just wasting your time to establish authority. Be patient.

Patience was never Halla’s strong suit.

Eons (or maybe just another handful of minutes) passed before the receptionist flagged her down and led her to the lift. Riding up to the story hosting the Dean’s Offices, Halla was cast off to the next administrator who directed her to stand outside a room labeled Aurek Suite.

The pneumatic door opened, though no one was standing at the control panel. Instead, a man was sitting behind a barren desk, the high back of his chair rising over his head.

Arlin Sreetus looked to be the poster boy of the imposing aesthetic his employer was implementing across the planet. Perfectly parted hair, piercing blue eyes, and not a speck on his uniform. Neat, clean, manicured down to a level that was almost unsettling to gaze upon.

Halla felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

She wasn’t prepared for when he opened his mouth.

“Miss Ismaren, so nice to finally match a face to its name. Please, come in and sit.” He greeted her from across the room.

Halla had to bite the inside of her mouth to prevent herself from doing something she’d regret. The Dean’s voice was not suited for the body that produced it, much too nasally and broken to fit the façade that went along with his flawless white jacket.

Once she trusted herself to speak again, Halla released the inside of her cheek from between her molars, quickly striding across the office and finding her seat across from the Dean.

How am I supposed to stay angry with this slime when I’m too busy trying to keep myself from laughing?

“Good morning,” Halla greeted, tone as stiff as she could manage.

Sreetus glanced at the terminal in front of him before addressing Halla again.

“I see you’ve received my message,” he said.

“I have,” she responded.

He raised his eyebrows, and Halla had to wonder if he even knew she wasn’t here to be on friendly terms.

"I've reviewed your academic profile," he started. “Impressive credentials you have here… near-perfect grade point, published research commendations, federal volunteer work.” His eyes continued to flit back and forth between her and his screen as he spoke. “Very impressive, indeed.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Halla deadpanned.

The Dean’s nose twitched, barely noticeable but present nonetheless.

“I also noticed while reviewing your file that you have yet to register for your chain code. Every Imperial citizen is required to have one. Is there a reason you don’t?” He asked patronizingly.

Register? Chain codes?

Halla froze for only a half second before she attempted to brush the question off.

“I was planning on getting around to it soon. I’ve been rather busy with my research, as you could imagine.” She said pointedly.

Sreetus leaned back in his chair, blue-and-red rank plaque upon his chest shining under the bright fluorescent lighting. “Ah, yes. Your clone studies. I’m glad you decided to visit today so we can redirect you towards more…productive outlets.”

Halla bristled, “With all due respect,” which is none, “I believe my current track is the most productive use of my time. You can see from my portfolio, I’ve worked in this area for the past few yea-”.

Sreetus spoke up, effectively steamrolling over her protests before she could even elaborate on her position.

“Yes, yes, I’m aware of your past endeavors Miss Ismaren,” he groused. “No need to recount every detail.”

“But, I-”.

“There are better opportunities for you now, Miss Ismaren. I understand you hold special interests, but it is time to leave them in the past. The present is where you need to be, with the rest of us - helping to drive society forward.”

More like helping to send it into an authoritarian backslide.

Her silence prompted him to keep speaking, not that there was much time to pipe up anyway.

“You’re lucky, you know. To have such connections in your life capable of putting your name forward for such an exclusive position.”

If anything in the past twenty-four hours took Halla off guard, that comment was it.

“I’m…not sure what you mean.”

“An in. An assignment within the Imperial Service Corps. - the Security Bureau.” Despite the smug look on his face, Halla got the sense that behind his words lay a twinge of envy. “A personal recommendation from your father.”

No.

That couldn't be right.

“Sorry, you must be mistaken. My father, my biological father - we don’t speak. I haven’t seen him since I was eleven, haven’t heard anything from him directly since the start of the war. And besides, he has nothing to do with Security or whatever Service Corps. you’re talking about. He’s been in the Navy his entire career.”

Sreetus pushed on, “Forgive me then, for assuming you held contact. His surname was never redacted from your official record,” He cleared his throat and began reading off his screen. “Age: twenty-two, birthplace: Coruscant, full legal name: Hal’lazorinda Naimina Sileas Ismaren-Y-”.

Before he had the chance to finish his recitation, Halla found herself cutting him off, “I don’t go by that name. Ever.”

“And yet you use the rest…” He huffed under his breath. “Despite your…strained familial relationship, I am not mistaken. Your father’s honorable service during these past years has earned him his new position within the ISB. The request has been logged and attached to your file.” Reaching into a side drawer, Sreetus pulled out a datapad and set it squarely in front of her, already loaded with a page full of text displayed.

Taking a deep breath, Halla kept her gaze steady on the man in front of her as she reached for the device, only lowering her gaze once it was in her possession. She took a moment to skim through the first paragraph, then scrolled down to the bottom to see her father’s digital signature signing off.

Halla was dumbfounded. Why would he do something like this for her? Why now?

Feeling that she’d seen enough, Halla returned the datapad to the desk in front of her. During her review of the document, her brows had furrowed so deeply that she knew she would have a headache coming on later. All she could think about was her father’s blurry face imposed on the body of the grumpy UC archive officer.

“Now that you understand the full extent of the situation, I must counsel you to follow through with this offer. Not many your age have the chance to pass directly into the Corps. with the minimal training you have. Your only requirement would be to fulfill the Royal Imperial Academy’s junior officer preparation, maybe a basic close combat course once you are stationed. From there, you can climb to any other position you deem worthy.

Given your father’s status and the Emperor’s need for the brightest minds to fulfill his vision, the position has been tailored for you, specifically. Despite the nature of your outdated research,” Halla had to bite back a scathing remark at that comment, “you will be a perfect fit for what has been reserved.”

Halla found her head shaking ever so slightly as he finished his tirade. She had to play this safe to avoid skepticism of her loyalty, but was finding that harder and harder to do the longer this meeting went on.

“While that sounds…promising, I really have no intention of relocating anywhere without knowing where it is. Is this position intended to keep me on Coruscant?”

Sreetus pressed his thin lips together before speaking, “I am not at liberty to say. Given the confidential nature of this assignment, even I am not privy to its location. The ISB would be the organization briefing you, not the University.”

And yet you know so much about everything else…

The air around them was tense as a stare-off commenced across the desk, Halla schooling her features to match his.

He broke first. Halla’s one victory of the day.

“I sense we may be at an impasse right now. Take the day to think of what I’ve said, I will confer with the Bureau Chief and let him know I’ve spoken with you.”

Halla tilted her head and grinned, though she was sure it came off a little more sarcastically than she intended. “No issue.”

Rising from her seat, Halla turned her back on the whiny sycophant and made her way back toward the exit.

“Miss Ismaren.” Halla halted inches from the door, but did not turn around. His voice was the most severe it had been all morning.

“You would do well to learn just how far His Majesty’s power reaches. You will either join and thrive, or you may only get far enough to learn what it means to be against him. Do choose wisely, young lady. Oh, and don’t forget to register for your chain code.”

Halla didn’t remember how she found herself back downstairs, head overtaken by the dense fog of the Dean’s hidden threats.

The streets were mysteriously empty of protestors when Halla left the lobby.

~~~

Date of Transmission: 1,013:04:18

Recipient: Tech

Subject: Re: Comms Assistance

I followed your instructions to the letter, I hope I did everything right. Thought it was funny you bothered to assign me a code name - remind me to ask you about it some other time. Wanted to send a quick message to tell you my line is secure now, though I don’t know for how long now after this morning.

I met with a Uni rep who tried to recruit me into a service corps. Asked about a chain code? Didn’t know if you had any info. Either way, I’m on my way to the port to book passage off-world like you said. Will update you when done.

Stay safe out there,

Zenith

*Transceiver Identification: 02-91-31.cv.modified*

~~~

“What do you mean my credits aren’t valid? They’re galactic standard!”

A tinny response came from behind the transparisteel partition, the attendant droid repeating its earlier message: “Please be advised: your payment method has been declined. We ask that you exchange your outdated currency at the Commerce Bureau and return with the correct tender, along with a valid chain code to access the flight directory. Have a pleasant day!”

“I don’t know what you mean by outdated. Credits are credits!”

The droid’s optical sensors seemed to bore into her. Halla crossed her arms.

“Please be advised: your payment method has been declined. We ask that you exchange your outdated currency at the Commerce Bureau and return with the correct tender, along with a valid chain code to access the flight directory. Have a pleasant day!”

Halla glared up at the booth, scooping her credit chit back with more force than necessary. Pushing away from the service shelf, she couldn’t help but throw a venomous “Go to Hell!” over her shoulder. The droid only called the next person in line to come forward.

Turning on her heel, Halla stalked back to the self-checkout kiosk and punched in her information again.

And again.

And again.

Each time, a blinking red alert popped up with a message similar to that from the service desk.

Invalid Identification. Please see an attendant for assistance. Have a pleasant day!

“Blast it!” No matter the destination, no matter the departure date, all itineraries were locked behind a paywall, accessible only by, you guessed it, the correct tender and a valid chain code.

Before she could make a scene by tearing her hair out in the middle of the Spaceport, Halla stowed her chits and stalked out of the Boarding Registry.

~~~

Looking back on that awful day, Halla didn’t know why she expected it to get any better once she left the port.

Arriving back at her apartment went about the same as it normally would, except for when she stepped off the 19th-floor lift and rounded the corner to find her front door missing.

Or rather, her front door was wide open for the whole building to see inside.

Surging forward, Halla gripped her doorjamb and surveyed the interior.

“Hello? Who’s there?” Her voice shook against her will.

No reply.

With great caution, Halla entered her sitting room.

Silence.

She began to check out every inch of the space, from the floor to the ceiling and everything in between to find anything amiss.

Bewildered, Halla took a step back.

If someone had entered her home, they’d done a lousy job of burglarizing her.

Everything was as it should’ve been. Her plants, her holovids, the art on the walls, all still in their rightful place. Even Boonta was still floating around his tank without a care in the world.

Did the door just…malfunction?

For all the grief it’d given Halla over the years, the entrance’s one redeeming quality was that it was secure. It had never just opened up on its own accord before.

Padding into her bedroom, she continued to look around and take her valuables into account.

That was until she came upon her workspace.

On the ground beneath her desk was a large gap.

A large, empty gap where her holoterminal used to be.

Halla felt the blood drain from her face as her eyes went wide behind her specs.

Kriff.

Fuck!

There’s no way this is happening…

Wheeling around, she began searching every nook and cranny of her apartment for the missing console, even the spots she knew would be too small to fit it.

Halla had everything on that machine. Everything.

Her contacts, her financial information, the full draft of her dissertation.

Her entire life’s research.

Gone. All gone.

Halla stopped looking. She considered her options before going back out into the main hallway. She was sure her neighbors didn’t appreciate the way she was repeatedly punching their buzzers, but she didn’t know what else to do. Half of them didn’t open up and those that did claimed nothing out of the ordinary happened that day when asked if they had any clue what happened.

Dejected, Halla returned to her apartment making sure to enforce another lock if only to create a false sense of safety.

Safety, my ass.

She paced around for about a minute or two, running her hands over her forearms. Two minutes turned into ten.

Then twenty.

Then thirty.

She could only reach one conclusion, as paranoid as it made her come across; the same person - or group - that did this was the same as who she should’ve been reporting the crime to.

This was no petty theft. This had to be intentional.

Recollections began to invade her mind; Sreetus’ ominous warning, the apparent leeriness around her not being a registered citizen, and the Imperial officer she’d seen occupy her terminal in the UC archive.

She’d given no thought about the latter since it happened, but now she couldn’t help but think he was following her digital trail, digging into whatever he could scavenge from her session.

Halla had wiped her search history, but…

Leave it to the security agency to be able to pull it back up.

Letting out a defeated moan, she slapped her palm across her forehead.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

~

Halla ended up hunkered down in the sitting room for the rest of the night. She felt like a stranger in her own home, vigilant of intruders that might return at any time.

Lying on her sofa, she kept a hand on the go-bag she packed earlier in the evening. The pack included any and all essentials she would need in case a quick getaway was needed: her personal datapad (that still had all the supplemental research she downloaded, thank the Maker), its powerpack, her data and credit chits, and a hygiene bag containing her toothbrush, dental gel, deodorant, hair brush, a travel razor, and other similar items.

Her extra set of glasses, contact pods, and a small medkit she kept stowed under her kitchen sink were also shoved down too. An extra set of boots were folded up at the bottom of the main compartment with as many leggings, tunics, sweaters, camisoles, and underwear as she could roll up laying on top of them. The side pockets were bulging with her filtered water bottle on one side and non-perishable snack foods on the other.

It was hard to prioritize what to leave behind, even in a hypothetical scenario. Halla treasured her possessions: her makeup, her jewelry, her art, and her music collection, not to mention her collection of flimsi-bound books she’d accumulated over the years, uncommon as they were.

In the end, she decided to place only the earrings she’d inherited from her grandmonna in a small pouch and wear the matching pendant around her neck for safekeeping. The music was already downloaded onto her datapad, and most of the art was obviously too large to fit in the pack, sans her sketch diary and a pouch of drawing implements which she included on impulse. After careful deliberation, Halla decided to choose one particular flimsi novel from her shelf to keep with her, due to its objective value as an antique as well as the number of times it’d been read since the initial purchase.

Halla had practiced walking around her apartment with the go-bag strapped to her back, adjusting the order of its contents as needed. Once she was satisfied, she decided to make camp out where she could be the most aware of her surroundings.

Every sudden noise made her flinch as she tossed and turned her head, never shifting from the position on her back as uncomfortable as it was. No amount of breathing exercises or words of affirmation made her feel any more secure.

How do I know I’m not being watched right now?

Time passed slowly in the dark as Halla thought of her odds of escape.

In her mind, she created a chart of pros and cons when it came to registering herself, if only to have the opportunity to get off-planet.

Pro: I’ll have access to credits that work again.

Con: Who knows what they’ll do with the information I give them?

Pro: I’ll be able to book passage out of here.

Con: What if they’re able to track where I go?

Pro: It’ll get everyone who thinks I’m against them off my back.

Con: I am against them.

Pro: It would draw attention away from-

Halla gasped, eyes flying open to stare at the ceiling.

From Tech. It would draw attention away from Tech.

He was on the run right now with the rest of his squad with a little girl in the mix now. If Halla submitted to the registry, the suspicion of her (and them by proxy) would ease up. For the Maker’s sake, she had regular correspondence with him stored on her now-confiscated holoterminal! The last few messages were never uploaded to the main drive, as they only existed on her portable device, but she couldn’t risk their safety for her own selfishness. She was risking potential charges of treason or conspiracy at this point.

If I just go and do it, maybe they won’t feel the need to snoop around more than they already have…

The decision began solidifying in her mind, despite the apprehension of what might come after.

Halla fell into a fitful sleep, fingers still clutched around the strap of the bag that rested below her.

~~~

The local Coruscanti star’s natural light didn’t reach the level Halla’s apartment resided on, so she had to rely on the day cycle atmospheric controls to tell when daybreak was.

Back aching and eyes half open, Halla bathed and dressed while her morning tea was heating up. Travel mug and protein bar in hand, she made her way to the Commerce Bureau before the line could get too long.

Spending more time there than she had anticipated, she emerged hours later with a pit in her stomach, a pouch full of polished silver credits, and a new chaincode embedded in a rather unambiguous ID card.

Soon after she returned home, Halla composed a message from her school address:

Date of Transmission: 1,013:04:19

Recipient: Arlin Sreetus, Dean

Subject: Chain Code Acquisition

Dean Sreetus,

This morning I was able to obtain my chain code, I thought you would have liked to know. I’ve considered the offer you conveyed to me and have chosen to accept. Please inform the appropriate figures in this matter that I am able to begin as soon as is convenient.

Good day,

Halla Ismaren

University of Coruscant

College of Interplanetary Law & Relations

Capital Campus

Halla wanted to feel confident in her decision, but all she felt was numb all over.

Like she had just signed her own death warrant.

She didn’t look at her datapad for the rest of the day.

This is for them.

This is the right thing to do.

~~~

Inbox: (1) Unread

Date of Transmission: 1,013:04:19

Recipient: Zenith

Subject: Chain Codes

Zenith,

I am pleased you found my instructions comprehensible, however, this is not the main issue I wish to address.

I assume you encountered difficulties while at your local spaceport due to not having a chain code in your possession. We also have run into trouble because of this new database. We were able to rectify this issue for ourselves, but I must warn you about the dangers surrounding these identifiers. If you provide me additional time, I will come up with a solution for you to get around these requirements as well.

I do not presume to direct your actions; I can only provide my opinion based on what I have seen during my latest travels.

Under no circumstances should you obtain one of these codes voluntarily. I will be able to elaborate at a later date, all I ask is that in the meantime you take my judgment into account.

-Tech

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Crossed Paths Pt. 4 | Captain Rex x OFC

Table of Contents: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

“Anakin Skywalker,”  I said as I stepped up behind my old friend. With a smug grin, my fellow knight turned around from the window looking out over the lower half of the temple. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked me up and down as though he was sizing me up. Just like old times.

“Kit Tolsim,” he said, voice full of his normal teasing bravado. “If the council summoned you too, I must be in for quite the grueling mission.”

I smiled back at him and mirrored his stance. “Who said my missions were grueling?” I asked.

“Captain Rex,” Anakin replied, jutting his chin to motion to someone behind me. I twisted round to look over my shoulder. Walking towards us strode Rex, back straight helmet at this side. I raised an eyebrow.

Stoic as ever.

“Captain,” I greeted, crossing my arms as he stood beside Anakin.

If possible, he seemed to straighten his back more and I wasn’t sure it would take the strain. “General Tolsim,” he said.

“I wasn’t expecting you here,” I said, glancing at Anakin, “either of you really.”

Anakin’s hands fell to clasp behind his back and he shrugged. “The council requested us both specifically. I didn’t know they were bringing you in as well.”

I shook my head. “Not just me,” I said, glancing at the doorway behind me. “They wanted me to bring two of my own along,” I said, turning back to face Rex and Anakin. Anakin’s mouth opened to say something, but Rex beat him.

“You were recently given your own Battalion,” he said, nodding his head. I bit back a smile.

“Careful, Rex, Kit will think you’re keeping tabs on her,” Anakin chuckled.

A look of embarrassment and slight horror passed over Rex’s face as he glanced up at Anakin. “I just---”

“You’re alright, Rex. I took over the specialist corps,” I said, cutting him off before he popped a blood vessel. He fell quiet, eyes glancing from my face to the floor. I continued speaking. “I’m primarily overseeing ARC troopers on special assignment.” The feeling of two familiar presences appeared behind me and I raised my eyes to the ceiling as the door slid open. “They’re quite talented,” I said turning around, “though they seem to struggle with showing up on time.” We watched as two troopers made their way towards us. I couldn’t help the smile on my face as they snapped to attention.

“General Tolsim,” they said in sync.

“General Skywalker, meet Fives and Echo,” I said as I turned back around. “Two of my best. Rex, I think you know each other?” I asked with a quick glance at the captain. “You recommended them personally for ARC training.”

Rex looked… proud? “Yes, I did,” he said, smiling briefly at the two troopers next to me. Under their helmets, I was sure there were identical grins plastered on their faces.

“Well,” Anakin said, glancing at the door leading to the council’s war room. “I’ve got my trooper and you’ve got yours, Kit.” He stepped back and held his hand out to the door. “Shall we?”

Slipping his helmet on, Rex stepped out of the way and joined Fives and Echo as I followed after Anakin.

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“Someone has been kidnapping clones and we’re only hearing of this now?” I asked, arms folded over my chest as Master Koth finished his presentation.

“It took time for anyone to detect a pattern,” Master Koth replied as he turned off the holo projector before facing us once again. “Out of a million units, the amount of desertions and the missing in action reports ---”

“No one noticed that a few men were missing here and there after shore leave,” Anakin said next to me.

I glanced at him, a bitter frown on my face as I crossed my arms. Or no one cared. Raising my head, I glanced up at the ceiling. “And these men --- do we know where they are?”

Koth nodded his head. “Our investigative teams discovered them in a nerf freeze facility in the undercity.” He paused. “There were… no survivors.”

“And no leads?”

“Not from that facility,” Koth replied. “But we’ve received reports that someone is looking to buy ARC troopers. So far the offer is 75 thousand credits.” Anakin and I shared a look before turning our gaze on the troopers standing at attention along the far wall.

“ARC troopers specifically?” Anakin asked.

“The clones that we found were lower ranking, which is probably why their absence went unnoticed for as long as it did. However, they wouldn’t have had access to the same intel or know our weaknesses as well as an officer---”

“Or an ARC trooper,” I finished for him, finally catching on. I glanced at Anakin. “I’m starting to see why your summons was so specific, Master Koth.”

“Skywalker has a history of undertaking unconventional missions, and Tolsim, your men are some of the best.”

“So, our mission…”

“Discover who is behind this, what they’re after,” Koth said. “And deter them.”

I glanced at Anakin. “Any ideas on how we do that?”

The knight fell silent for a moment, before turning to look at the troopers along the wall. I glanced around his side, and found Rex still as a statue, Fives with his hands on his hips and Echo with rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. Anakin turned back to me.

“I have a few ideas.”

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“Excuse me, ma’am, but what?”

I held up my hands as three troopers stared at me, Echo and Fives with wide eyes, Rex just as calm as ever, except for the way his eyes flitted from me to Anakin, who was standing behind me. “Don’t get mad at me, Fives,” I said throwing my thumb over my shoulder, “it’s Skywalker’s plan.”

“Hey, Master Koth had the idea first,” Anakin groused. I looked over my shoulder as he shrugged. “I just refined it.”

Echo and Fives shared a look. “Selling us doesn’t sound like much of a plan from where we’re standing,” Fives said, looking at me and I felt as though my skin might explode into flames beneath his gaze. He was always the one that told it straight, and I had a feeling that had he spoken to any other commander as he did to me, he’d be in a hot seat.

“We’re not selling you,” I said, squinting as I waved my hands, searching for someway to make this plan sound better than it was. “It’s more like --- like a rental. We are not going to leave you,” I told them both, making eye contact as I said it. “I promise.”

“And honestly, I doubt Kit could sell water to a farmer on Tatooine,” Anakin said, as he moved to stand next to me, “so you don’t really have anything to worry about.”

“Is that a challenge?” I asked, hands falling to my hips. I waved a hand to Echo and Fives. “Because these two graduated at the top of their class in ARC training.”

“So did Rex.”

“But I have two,” I shot back. I glanced at Rex. “No offense.”

The corner of Rex’s mouth quirked. “No offense taken,” he said setting his helmet down on the seat next to him. “But perhaps we can discuss the mission plan?”

Anakin and I shared a look before he took the lead. Punching in the intel holodisk, he began to speak as a planet with three moons was projected above us. “The coordinates for the broker are on Ajan Kloss. We will meet them there and attempt to complete the transaction.” He looked over the men. “You’ll each be fitted with subcutaneous trackers. When you’re… sold,” Anakin’s voice deepened into a breathy growl for a moment, “we’ll be able to track you. We want to find out who is at the top of these dealings.”

“And what if the trackers don’t work?” Echo asked.

“They will,” I said setting a hand on his shoulder. “That’s not the hard part.” Echo gave me a nod and I let my hand fall away. Across the table, my eyes found Rex watching my hand, his gaze fixed on my fingers. I cleared my throat as I hid my hands behind my back. Rex looked to Anakin who was adding on to my previous statement.

“The hard part is that if we spook the broker at all, the entire deal is off.”

“And because one of us is a little well known…” I looked at Anakin, “having two people trying to make a sale should give the whole ordeal more credence.” Crossing my arms, I looked each man in the eye. “There are a lot of unknowns to this mission. We don’t know who the broker is, or their buyer. We don’t know where they will take you. We don’t even know which one of you it will be.”

“But if we don’t do it, then more of our men could --- will end up in a slaughter house,” Rex said, jaw tense, eyes staring up at the hologram. I wasn’t sure anyone else noticed how he pressed his fist against the table.

My stomach lurched at the thought of not only what we were sending these three into, but what the other clones, those missing had gone through. What if one of them had been my men? Or Rex? Always the first one into the fray, I thought sadly as Echo and Fives listened to their brother. Rex was a great leader, and I had borrowed from his playbook quite a bit since taking over the specialist troopers. They needed that leadership now and I wasn’t sure Anakin or I was going to cut it. They need him to lead.

“Not that I get an opinion, as these are orders,” Echo said, drawing my attention off Rex. I turned to Echo as he looked between myself and Anakin. “But I’d do anything for my brothers.”

Fives crossed his arms, but gave a firm nod. “We all would.”

“Then we all understand our roles?” Anakin said, looking us each in the eye. “Kit and I will play the part of trader, and you three will be the goods.”

With stiff nods, I turned to my two ARCs. “Gather you gear and be ready to move out within the hour,” I told them as Anakin stepped to the side to speak with Rex. Echo and Fives gave a quick salute before turning on their heels and leaving the room. Crossing my arms, I glanced at Anakin and Rex before moving to join them.

“I have an errand I need to attend to before we go,” Anakin was telling Rex. “Can you make sure the shuttle is prepared?”

“Yes, sir,” Rex said as Anakin left him, walking towards me.

He smirked. “It’ll be just like old times, Kit.”

“You mean the two of us trying to outdo one another until we create such a huge mess our masters will have to come save us.”

Anakin’s nose scrunched up. “We won’t need Obi-Wan or Master Krell this time.”

I smiled as he stepped past me. “So, a gentleman’s bet then?” I asked.

Anakin scowled. “You’re no gentleman, Kit.”

“Well, thanks for noticing, but neither are you.”

“Whoever gets the broker to take their ARC trooper wins?” he asked. I nodded in agreement. Rolling his eyes, Anakin began making his way towards the door once more. “I can do that in my sleep, Kit. Get ready to lose.”

“You know, Anakin, the loser is always the one to crow first,” I called as he disappeared through the door. A smirk overtook my face as I turned around.

I looked across the room, to find Rex typing away on a data pad, and relaying information through his comms. I approached.

“Ready the shuttle in bay 055-273,” he ordered, glancing at me as I made my way over. “The team will be there within the hour.” Order relayed he dropped his arm and continued working. “Was there something you needed, General Tolsim?” he asked without looking up.

“No,” I said, looking down at the war table, studying the troop lines. “I---"

“Do you know General Skywalker well?” Rex interrupted.

My head snapped up. Something inside me had hoped that when I looked up I would get to see his eyes again, but they were trained on the pad in his hand. Pushing off the table, I shrugged. “We came to the temple around the same time. He’s a few years older than I am though.”

“So, he’s like a brother then?”

I cocked my head. “I… wouldn’t say that,” I said. “Not like your brothers at least.” Raising his eyebrows, Rex looked down at his data pad and set to typing. I looked him over, happy to see that he looked healthy, maybe even a tad more… loose than he was during our stay on Saleucami. Like he had unraveled from a tight ball of string. “You look good, Rex,” I said as I leaned against the table, arms crossed .

His eyes shifted up and I realized what I had said. “Ma’am?”

I shook my head. “You look well. A lot better than you did the last time I saw you,” I amended. A heat raced up the back of my neck as he looked at me, but I ignored it. For the most part.

“I…” he looked down at his data pad for a moment, then back at me. “You look better too, General.”

I smiled softly as he cleared his throat and set down the data pad. He reached up and rubbed his palm over the back of his head. “You’ll want to make your way to the landing pad, Ma’am. The boys might have been late for the meeting this morning but they’ll be there early to set out.”

A soft hum of acknowledgment left me and I began to step backwards. “Don’t take it too hard when Echo, Fives and I beat you and Skywalker, yeah?”

Something akin to a smirk appeared on Rex’s face as he finally looked up and met my gaze for what felt like the first time in forever. “I’m placing my bets on General Skywalker this time, ma’am. No offense.”

I gave a fake gasp as I turned around, setting my hand over my heart. “Oh, I take all the offense, Captain,” I said as I made my way towards the doors. “All of it.”

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“Fives, don’t be such a baby,” I said as the trooper lingered by the door. Echo, having just gotten a tracker shot into his side, pulled down his shirt and sat up on the examination table. The med-droid hovered to the side waiting for Fives to take his own seat.

“You heard the general,” Echo called as he sat back on his hands. “Don’t be such a baby.”

“Stuff it,” Fives said as he glared at his brother. Then his eyes flitted to me, “Sorry ma’am, it’s just…” he glanced at the med droid and swallowed. “I’ve got a thing about needles.”

I nodded. “I get it. But it has to be done for the mission.”

Grumbling and with a jaw so tense, I was worried it might shatter, Fives made his way to the table across from Echo. The other clone smirked. “I bet if you ask nicely enough the general will hold your hand,” Echo teased.

“Ahem.” Before Fives could cuss his squad-mate out, and before I could join in on Echo’s teasing someone cleared their throat from the doorway. In sync, all three of us turned to find Rex peeking into the med bay. Fives and Echo straightened up. “General Skywalker asked me to inform you that we’re an hour out from Ajan Kloss.”

“Thank you, Captain,” I said as the med droid forced Fives to lay back on the table, pulling his shirt up. I turned to Rex. “Have you been fitted with a tracker yet?”

Rex shook his head, glancing at the scene behind me. “I… can get one when you’re done in here,” he said jabbing his thumb over his shoulder. “I should get back to the general… uh, General,” he made a face as he turned around and left the med bay.

“Captain---” I frowned, unable to stop him, but twisted back around to face Fives and Echo. The two of them were sharing a look, almost mirror images of one another with eyebrows raised, mouths quirked into half smiles.

“What?” I asked them as I crossed my arms.

Fives shrugged as Echo shook his head. “Nothing, ma’am, just never seen the captain balk like that,” Fives said.

“I thought he’d be smoother,” Echo said, hand under his chin. Fives nodded in agreement as I narrowed my eyes.

“As interesting as this conversation is to anyone else,” I said, stepping next to the med-droid, “We need to get a move on. Lift your shirt, Fives.” The droid moved across from me as Fives groaned.

“Ma’am…”

I fixed him with a look. “Fives, do I need to hold your hand?”

Rolling his eyes, he laid back. His fingers pried up the hem of his black top and he didn’t move, even as the droid drew nearer. It was over quickly, a short jab over his ribs and a hiss as the injector did its job and the droid was soon pulling back readying the next set of shots for our plan. With a scowl, Fives pulled his shirt down and sat up.

“You made it,” I said as I patted his shoulder. “One down, one more to go.”

“Another?” he asked as I retracted my hand. The med droid held up two new syringes’ filled with a golden liquid. Even Echo tensed as the droid chose him as its first victim.

“Qualoquey vaccine,” I said setting my hands on my hips as Echo received an injection to the neck. “It mimics the symptoms of spice withdrawal.”

“Spice?” Echo repeated with a hiss as he set his palm over the injection site.

“All the consequences, none of the fun, sorry,” I said as the med droid moved towards Fives. He tensed but took the shot without a word. “The worst of it should hit you in a few minutes and you’ll be able to function when we land.”

“Is the captain going to be getting one of these too?” Fives asked. I shook my head and the two troopers frowned.

“No one will know I’m a Jedi, right?” I asked them, raising an eyebrow. They shook their heads. “And so, what plausible story can you think of, where little old me took down the two of you?”

They thought for a minute. “We met at a club,” Echo said, wincing as he set his hand against his temple, sweat beginning to prickle his skin. “You spiked our drinks…”

“And now we’ll do anything for another taste of spice,” Fives finished.

“I told Skywalker you two were the best,” I said slapping Echo’s shoulder as I turned towards the door. I swiped one of the trackers from the counter. “I’m going to go get myself ready, see how the general is planning on us arriving at the coordinates, without drawing attention.” Two voices groaned behind me as I opened the door, and twisted round to give them one last look. They had both keeled over onto their sides, Fives holding his stomach. Echo had his legs tucked up to his chest. “The trashcan is in the corner,” I told them. “I’ll buy you both a drink when this is over. Promise.” Turning on my heel, I left the med-bay as boots hit the floor stumbling towards the garbage can. 

~~~~~~~~~~

The cockpit is silent as I enter. Anakin sits in the pilot’s chair going over reports, not reading word for word, but scrolling through quickly, absorbing the important information. In the chair opposite him, with his gaze focused on the swirl of hyperspace, sits Rex. Neither man notices me at first.

“Busy?” I ask and they both flinch, Rex so hard I’m afraid he’ll jump out of his seat and through the roof of the ship. Anakin glances over his shoulder.

“Not particularly. Did you need something?”

I shook my head. “Nothing much besides hearing what your plan is for landing? I don’t think it’s a great idea for us to show up in one ship. Do you?”

“We’ll disembark a few clicks south of the rendezvous,” Rex says before Anakin can speak. “The general and I will enter first, confirm that the meet-up is authentic and then you and your team can move in to make your play.”

I turned to Anakin. “That’s cheating,” I said dully.

He faked a laugh. “What? No, it’s not. I just thought you would appreciate not having to trek through a jungle for once.”

 “Oh of course you were thinking of me,” I said dryly, rolling my eyes as I leaned up. “Well, it sounds like you boys have come up with your plan.” I turned to Rex. “I brought a tracker up for you. Echo and Fives have the monopoly on the med-bay for now.

Anakin frowned. “Rex already has a tracker,” he said. Rex’s head tilted forward as he cleared his throat.

“Actually, I uh, didn’t  get one yet, sir,” he said.

“Rex, I sent you down there to get one---”

I quirked a brow as Rex looked between Anakin and me. “W-well, I uh, General---”

I turned to Anakin. “The med-droid was busy with Echo and Fives. I asked Rex to come back here.”

Anakin frowned for a moment then shrugged. With a sigh he stood up and turned towards the door. “I’m going to check my gear and get ready for the drop-off. Rex get your tracker and meet me in the cargo hold. I want to go over a few things.”

“Yes, sir,” Rex said, standing as his general left, the door closing behind him. I set the tracker and syringe on the small work table along the wall as Rex moved towards me. “You shouldn’t have lied like that,” he said. “Not for me.”

“Yes, well you can’t tell a lie to save your life,” I said, turning to face him as he sat down on the edge of the table. I hadn’t realized he was so close until the scent of him --- gun oil, standard soap, and his own scent tickled my nose. I shook my head and leaned back, hoping the heat beneath the skin of my cheeks wasn’t showing. “So, I told one for you. And I know Anakin. His teasing would be ceaseless.” I knelt down as Rex stared at me. I looked up at him. “Your shirt?” I asked. Without a word, he lifted the hem, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his cheeks turned a shade of pink as I uncapped the syringe. I wiped the area quickly, watching as his abdomen flinched at the cold swab. His tan skin was warm to the touch. I swallowed as I noticed him watching me and I quickly took aim with the needle in my hand. “Besides, I think I’d prefer to tease you all on my own.”

Rex’s brow furrowed at that. “Ma’am---mmm?” he turned his head as he groaned as the needle pricked his skin suddenly. I placed my thumb atop the syringe and pressed down gently as the tracker was injected. Pulling back, I covered the injection site with a pad and set the needle on the table next to him.

I smiled. “You took that a lot better than Fives did.” I started to rise to my feet. “He has a problem---”

“—with needles,” Rex said, his voice overlapping my own. I swallowed, pulling my hand back from his side as he dropped his shirt. He cleared his voice as I set to disposing of the syringe kit. “You have a good rapport with them,” he said behind me.

I hummed, head nodding. “They’re good men. I want to see them make it through the war in one piece,” I said quietly.

“I’d like to see that too,” Rex murmured. I looked over my shoulder and smiled.

“What no, lecture about knowing when to let go?” I asked.

He tilted his head. “When have I ever lectured you, Ma’am?”

“Oh, I can think of a time or two.”

“Well, people change,” he said, stepping towards the door. I turned around quickly, eyebrows dipping. He reached out and hit the door pad, the cockpit opening to the rest of the ship.

“Have you changed, Rex?” I asked him, before he could set foot over the threshold. He froze. The room was silent again. His jaw was tense and I wasn’t sure he was breathing. His gaze fell to the floor and I looked to his hands, only to find them balled up at his sides.

“I should get to the cargo bay,” he said finally, stepping forward, out into the hall before I could ask him anything else.

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“You two look… horrible,” I said as I entered the med-bay. Echo and Fives looked up at me slowly as though I had just kicked them and stolen their favorite blanket. Their eyes were bloodshot, skin sickly pale, their deep bronze overtones now grey. I turned to the med-droid. “Give them a boost,” I ordered. It set to work approaching Fives first.

He shook his head and moved back on the bed. “Not again,” he moaned and I clasped my hands.

“This will make you feel better,” I told him softly as the droid gave him another injection, “but you’ll still look like you’re strung out for a bit.” Almost immediately, Fives relaxed on the table, letting out a long, drawn out sigh of relief. He turned his head and watched as Echo took his third shot of the day. I tilted my head as they sat up, wincing as they moved. “Better?”

Echo nodded. “Was it just one drink you owed us, Ma’am?” he asked. I smiled.

“Echo, for this, I’ll buy you as much alcohol as you want when we’re done.”

“No alcohol,” Fives protested, holding a hand out to me as he shook his head. “No food,” he cleared his throat, trying not to gag as he sat up. “And no more shots.”

I held up my hand, showing them my palm before placing it over my heart. “No more shots. Promise.” They each gave me their own version of the same look before standing up, a bit wobbly at first, but soon finding their footing. “Now who’s ready to beat Master Skywalker at his own game?” I asked with a smirk.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We waited one hour after we left Anakin and Rex at their drop zone. One hour for Echo and Fives to rest. One hour for me to prepare. Jedi. We never owned more than we could carry on our person. Anything I had, usually, was simple, small, inconspicuous, plain, practical.

Which was why the tight leather pants I was currently wearing, were driving me insane. No matter how I moved, walked, stretched --- something was pinching, squeezing somewhere it shouldn’t. My bare arms left me cold and feeling exposed and I longed for the warm safety, and modesty, of my robes.

Jaw clenched, I flicked a series of switches, releasing the landing gear of the ship as we hovered over a plant infested landing pad. Through the window, I took in the foliage, the walkway that hadn’t been cleared in who knows how long. The planet was teeming with life. None of it civilized. Ruins and temples lay hidden within the forests of the moon, yet no sentients had walked their halls for hundreds of years.  It was the perfect place for a secret meeting. The perfect place to hide from unwanted eyes, specifically jedi.

Shaking my head, I tried to tune out the overwhelming surge of energy washing over me again and again as I stood up and left the cockpit. My hand fell to my hip, where normally I would find the comforting weight of my saber, but I’d sent it ahead with Anakin in his R2 unit.

Echo and Fives were waiting for me on the ramp. Some color was beginning to come back to their cheeks, but there was a subtle shake to Echo’s hands. And Fives wasn’t standing nearly as tall as he usually did, shoulders hunched, eyes tired.

“Everything ready?” I asked as the ramp lowered behind them. They turned and looked me over.

“Did you change your hair, Commander?” Fives asked, a silly grin on his face letting know that one, he was feeling better, and two, he wasn’t looking really looking at my hair. I reached up and ran my fingers through it.

“I thought a change of pace might be fun.” I stepped between them and looked down the walkway, a protocol droid shuffling towards us. “Play along?” I said glancing back at them as they took their places on either side of me. They each gave small nod and we set down the ramp to meet the welcome party.

“Greetings,” the obsidian droid said mechanically as we approached. “I am SC-7109. My master welcomes you.” The droid glanced at Echo and Fives. “Unfortunately, we are already in talks to purchase another, healthier specimen---”

I waved a hand. “I don’t deal with droids,” I told it. “Your master can tell me himself if he doesn’t want what I’m offering.”

“That’s—”

“Nonnegotiable,” I said tightly, pushing my way past the droid. It stumbled to the side, gears whirring as it righted itself before it hit the ground. I glanced over my shoulder as Fives and Echo lingered on the platform. “Come along, boys,” I called before turning forward and making my way across the bridge.

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“You can do better than that, surely,” a voice drifted from the open doorway. I rolled my eyes. Anakin was deep in the middle of… negotiating, by the time we finally arrived. With one last shared look with my arc troopers, I stepped through the door into an overgrown chamber. The stone walls were covered in vines and the floors carpeted with fallen leaves. A gaping hole in the ceiling and shattered floor to roof window allowed light stream in effortlessly.

“If you don’t like my client’s offer, then you’re free to go elsewhere,” a low, graveled voice answered back as I made my way towards three figures on the far end of the hall. Rex stood with his hands cuffed behind his back, watching just to the right of Anakin who faced off with a slender, dark skinned Twilek male with sharp fangs and bright yellow eyes.

Anakin’s arms crossed as he stepped back, opening his mouth to speak, but not before I did so first. “We’re not too late, are we?” I crooned, smiling as all eyes turned on me. All three men looked me up and down as I came to a stop beside Anakin. I paid him the same gesture, but feigned a look a disgust as I trailed my eyes from his head to his feet. “You’re not the one in charge I take it?” I asked, nonchalantly. Anakin narrowed his eyes.

A huffing laugh left the Twilek who stepped forward. “He is not,” he rumbled, looming over me with sharp eyes that seemed to analyze the path of my neckline with deep interest. “You may call me Kilso.”

“It seems you’re already begun negotiations without me, Kilso,” I said with a pout as I glanced back at Rex. He could afford to take acting lessons from Anakin. His gaze flickered over my face. It was too soft. Too trusting. Not the expression you’d expect of someone kidnapped and about to be sold to the enemy. I turned away.

“Negotiating implies making progress,” Anakin muttered.

“Forgive me,” Kilso held up his hands, “but if I took the first offering that came along, I would never have three clones in one room to choose from.”

“Two of which belong to me,” I said, glancing at the two clones in question as they stood off to the side. Echo was fidgeting and Fives looked as though he might need to find another wastebin soon. Not exactly an inspiring pair when you compare them to Rex.

“Yes…” Kilso agreed, following my gaze. “How did you manage to find them?”

“At the bottom of a barrel I suspect,” Anakin broke in before I could answer. He steps past me, holding out a hand guiding Kilso over to Rex. “As you can see my specimen is in fantastic shape, and a captain. So you can expect his intel will be more… well,” he glanced over his shoulder back at me, “more.”

Rolling my eyes, I moved around Kilso. I came to a stop beside Rex. “Mmm, yes a captain would have more intel, but also more training against interrogation.” Reaching out, I set my hand on Rex’s shoulder and true to his part, he jerked back as if I had stung him.

“You won’t get anything from me,” he breathed out through clenched teeth, turning on all of us with a glare. I almost laughed. Instead I turned to the side.  

“I put a lot of work into snaring these men, Kilso.” My bottom lip pouted out as I turned a smirk flashing on my mouth as I glanced at Anakin, his arms folded across his chest, a frown deepening as I stepped towards him before turning my gaze to Rex. “Why spend time breaking this one when you can have one that’s already cracked open and just waiting for you to pull it apart?” I asked, turning back to face the Trandoshan. I held a hand out to Fives and Echo. “Or two for a small increase in price?”

Kilso turned with me. “What is it that ails them?”

I shrugged. “A simple spice addiction. They’ll do anything for it. Won’t you boys?”

Fives and Echo straightened up as I addressed them. Fives put on his most pitiful face. “Ma’am, please--”

With a wave of my hand, he fell silent and I turned back to Kilso. “You only have to ask and they’ll give you everything.”

Kilso tilted his head to the side, weighing my words, before turning his back on all of us and stepping towards the window. “My employer has very specific needs,” he said lowly, almost to himself. I glanced at Anakin, his face covered in a grim shroud that always hid what he was thinking. But I could feel his excitement. Turning to face us once again, Kilso held out a small holo pad.

“Your employer?” Anakin tilted his head as blue light flittered from the pad. A face came into focus, one I had only ever seen in recordings. But next to me, Anakin stiffens. I start to turn to catch a glimpse of his face but the holo speaks.

“Master Skywalker, how interesting that you’re in the business of trafficking clones.”

I had turned fully now and could see Anakin. But more than that I could feel a deep seeded anger in him. He glared at the holo before uttering one word, a name.

“Dooku.”

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