#post-order 66 rex

[djarrex]

Across the Stars || Part Four

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Summary: The symptoms from Rex’s treatment take an unexpected turn.

note: ty @rowansparrow for reading and for some much-needed help w this!

EXPLICIT | 18+ ONLY | angst, smut, needles mention. PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING WARNINGS CAREFULLY. These apply to events occurring in the very last scene (written in italics): graphic description of corpses in a nightmare sequence, graphic scene of childbirth, blood and gore, character death in a nightmare sequence. 

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Rex’s eyes crack open to the distant sound of his name that’s soon followed by obscure knocking as he rubs the stickiness from his eyelashes. It takes him a moment to register where he is and what had happened earlier. With every small movement of the muscles of his face, there are flakes of dried tears cracking and splitting, ungluing from the skin on his cheeks. His body feels drained, as does his mind. Eyes adjusting, Rex notices that the room is not as bright as it was before he’d let sleep claim him – the sky painted in purples and oranges as the reflection of the sun’s descent bounces off the crystal lake below the balcony. It feels as if he’s been asleep for millennia – groggy and weighted – in another universe. The air is thick – his brain fuzzy. He fixes his gaze to the colors painted by the sunlight on the ceiling above him – the shadow of the blowing drapes. The feel of his child laying on top of him grounds him to this world.

More gentle knocks snap him out of it, urging him to blink the moisture back into his dry eyes. The dryness he now feels contrasts heavily from all the tears that had lulled him and his daughter to sleep – a heavy knockout after a draining breakdown.

Priya is glued to him, her little fingers curled into his shirt and rosy lips puckered from how her cheek squishes against his chest. Lula is tucked under her arm, the red ears poking out from between them. Rex carefully wraps his arms around his daughter to roll her to the side of the bed as non-disruptive as possible, minding the slight bend in the mattress as he sits upright to check the time.

Shit.

Three more light knocks. Words being spoken from the other side of the door. “Is everything okay? I have been informed that you were not present today for treatment.”

Rex stands and pads to the door, rolling his head side to side and quietly unlatching it. He steps outside, peeking at his sleeping baby before closing it carefully behind him. 

“Ah,” Rex sighs – scrubbing a hand down his face. “Truthfully, it was a rough morning, though it was not my intention to sleep the day away.”

Bail doesn’t yet speak, but his words are ingrained within the concern in his features – the way his brown eyes scan the exhausted man before him.

“I suppose I should head over to the infirmary, that is, if I’m not too late.” Rex continues to fill the silence, “I’m sure missing a day of treatment isn’t something to take lightly.”

Hands folded behind his back, Bail raises his brows and tilts his chin upwards. Rex’s own brows pinch in confusion when the senator chuckles.

“You’ve got a little something in your hair, Captain.”

“Huh, wh– ”

Reaching to tap around where Bail’s eyes are looking, Rex feels the residue of dried jam, still stuck to the side of his head from this morning. Rex shakes his head and rubs at his temples, quickly remembering the events of this morning that left him feeling helpless and defeated as a father. Beaten. Drained. Rex isn’t sure how long the tears had fallen from their cheeks – unsure of what to do until it all fizzled into a shared slumber – his saving grace.  

“It’s alright. This is a lot, for you and your daughter,” Bail says with sincerity, placing his hand on Rex’s shoulder. “Freshen up then head to the infirmary. I’ll inform Dr. Brar, and would be delighted to take little Priya to supper in your stead.”

-

Rex had been correct in a sense; skipping a dose of the serum would have thrown the entirety of the treatment off course, though there’s no telling what could have happened exactly, according to Dr. Brar. Luckily Rex hasn’t been very active all day, which helps with creating an easy passage for the serum to penetrate and work, and is able to receive the normal dosage, just far later than usual. Dr. Brar was just finishing up for the day when Rex entered, an apologetic smile on his face as the doctor’s eyes lifted from the ‘pad in his hands, gesturing with one hand for his patient to get ready.

“Good evening, is all well?”

“Apologies,” Rex sighs, stripping his shirt and kicking off his shoes. “This morning was, uh, it was rough, Doctor. Ended up sleeping the day away, which is something I… hadn’t done before.”

“I see. Your body is working to accept the chemicals rather than reject them, which means the serum is taking effect – that’s good.” 

Rex hums, placing his clothing and shoes on a chair in a neat pile. “It must be, because I was unable to taste my caf this morning.”

The doctor cocks his head – considering.

“Your sudden loss of taste seems to fall under one of the unforeseen, temporary reactions I had mentioned before,” Dr. Brar says simply, inputting notes into his ‘pad as the machine and its parts whir into position. 

“Yeah,” Rex chuckles humorlessly, wiggling his fingers against the cool metal as the braces secure themselves in place. “That was definitely… unforeseen.”

“I’ll do some research on your ageusia and its connection to the treatment. Your inability to taste may perhaps be the only reaction, or the first of many.”

“As you’ve said,” he sighs. “You also mentioned that any reactions should clear up by the end of treatment.”

“I did,” the doctor confirms. “They should.”

They should.

“They better,” Rex mumbles under his breath.

That familiar hum of machinery and computers marks the start of the dosage administration – the needles seeping into his skin. In the privacy of his mind and behind closed eyes, Rex flips through different distractions he has banked that could pull him from his current focus. 

He sees his wife nearly asleep in the rocking chair he’d built long ago, Gelisa and Garran bundled in each arm as they feed from her – the little soft sounds they make as they drink – the fluttering of their long, delicate lashes. Priya sits on the floor just to the side, quietly playing with her toys and being her siblings’ guardian, as she so often does when it’s the twins' time to feed. Priya perks up when Rex approaches – his body weightless as he nears the ones he loves most in this universe. Gelisa has unlatched and is now fast asleep while Garran keeps going, suckling and staring at his Papa as he stands above, watching in admiration. Rex runs a hand over his wife’s head before reaching to grab little Lissy, holding her close to his chest and moving to sit on the couch with her. Her eyes flutter open but she remains otherwise unbothered; she isn’t a fussy baby. She blinks those gorgeous lashes at her Papa, poking her tongue out between her lips and wrinkling her tiny nose. 

Rex feels the smile stretching on his lips and the words falling from them –  mouthing them as hears it in the memory.

“My little golden-haired Lissy. Hi, little love.”

Her hand wraps around the tip of Rex’s finger.

“Just a few more minutes, Mr. Gayiyla.” 

The doctor’s voice breaks his concentration for only a moment as the memory shifts into another – the scene before him bleeding into a different setting. He’s in their bedroom now, on the bed he and his wife share. It’s dark and quiet, though that quickly changes when his eyes adjust as everything in this memory takes its shape. The mattress softly creaks in a steady rhythm – the wood boards knocking against one another. Naked with a thin layer of sweat coating her skin, she’s right there – he can see her before him, but more specifically, under him. 

He can’t help it – he misses her – feeling more anxious and uncertain than he ever has before and there’s a need residing deep inside of him that begs for attention. His eyelids remain shut as he concentrates on what images appear in the darkness behind them, giving in to what he knows this memory holds.

There’s no build-up – no crescendo. Rex finds himself thrown in the middle of it – panting and sticky and losing himself already.

“Rex– oh, fuck… Rex… just like that, baby. Keep going – don’t stop don’t stop don’t you dare stop– ”

He feels her – so warm – so fucking wet. The heat blankets his body – numbs the pressure of the needles – the weight of metal.

“I’ll never stop,” he promised. “You’re mine forever, cyare. You, your heart...” he paused, thrusting into her with more force, leaning forward to capture her lips in an open-mouthed kiss. “…your sweet cunt. Every part of you.”

He feels her arching beneath him – the press of her perfect, soft breasts against his chest. The bite of nails digs into his back. There's the squeeze of her thighs at his hips.

Rex’s fingers twitch – longing to touch her. They move on their own accord – strumming her clit.

“You hear that? Osik… the sounds your pussy makes as you take me has my head spinning– ”

The fucking sounds. Wet, slick, slippery noises that squelch, suck, and pop on repeat as he rocks into her – drills into the depths of her heat. His ears become engulfed with it all, drowning out the distant beeping of the vital monitors. 

“Rex, baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep talking like that… oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck– ”

“Cum, mesh’la. I wanna feel you strangle my cock, then I’m gonna fill you up so fucking good, you’ll have me leaking out of you for hours– ”

It’s been far too long since he came inside of his wife – felt the swell of himself engulfed in pliable, pulsating walls. The sensation is impossible to describe in words, but he can imagine it perfectly – remembering it in utter clarity. Feeling it happen through strong, unbreakable memories. Her palms cupping his face. The breaths they shared. The entangled limbs and heaving chests. Seeing it as if he were braced over her now, looking deep into her eyes.

The muscles of his abdomen begin to flex – dancing beneath the firm restraints. 

“Yes yes yes – oh my f-fuck – don’t stop don’t stop– ”

He can feel the groans and whines deep in his chest – the way they’d bubble and blow. Heat then travels to his face – the tips of his ears. His mouth is latched to her cunt – her thighs acting as earmuffs. He hears her heavy breaths, her mewls, her cries.

“Rex…”

“That's it. Say my name, cyare,” he hummed, tongue gliding through her sopping slit – dipping into her cunt. “Never stop saying my name.”

A series of loud, rapid beeping shakes Rex from the erotic memory – the heart monitor spiking.

Rex’s eyes fly open and his heart pounds in his chest. His mouth feels full of saliva and stuffed with cotton at the same time – the taste of her fading away. Eyes lowering, he easily spots the bulge straining under his briefs.

Fuck.

“Crazier things have happened, son,” Dr. Brar says plainly – unfazed – having noticed before Rex had. If Rex was able to shake his head out of pure embarrassment, he would, instead squeezing his eyes shut and steadying his breaths until the beeping of the monitor slows to a normal, unalarming rate. Tilting his head up once the restraints are lifted, he glares at the half-hard appendage between his legs, now less noticeable as the excitement fizzles. 

Well, that’s one way to pass the time. 

Rex isn’t sure what to say, rubbing at the back of his neck as he sits up and swings his legs over the edge, his hands folded in his lap in an attempt to shield what's left of his dignity. A wordless silence fills the air as the machines fasten themselves back into their terminals until he lands on: “The mind tends to, uh, wander when avoiding the present disturbance of tiny needles sticking into the skin.”

“No need to explain, Mr. Gayiyla. Here.” Dr. Brar approaches and hands Rex a smaller data pad, one that could fit into his pocket. “Use this to log any and all reactions and symptoms throughout the treatment. You’re the first patient to receive treatment like this, and the data would be extremely useful for us if we should treat any others who wish to pursue this course as you have.”

“I can do that,” Rex agrees – his ears still burning from embarrassment. 

“Eat. Rest.” Dr. Brar raises a brow. “Come back in the morning next time, hm?”

-

Back in his suite, Rex lays on the bed after a quick shower and change of clothes. He’d braved a trip to the banquet hall for any leftover food that had yet to be cleared out, scoring some bread that would fill the pit in his gut, ignoring the tastelessness of it as it went down. It had done the trick, satiating the hollow rumbling that Rex was no longer used to after these past couple of years – years of not having to live off rations.  

The moonlight shines through the room, illuminating the furniture and mosaic accents. Priya is with Leia, playing after supper as they have been – soaking up the time together. It's calm and quiet, the perfect setting to call his wife to recount the day's events.

Comfortable under the quilts with the comm sitting just below his chin, letting Lula snuggle up to him in his daughter’s absence, Rex goes on about his tasteless breakfast and extra long nap – forgoing to mention Priya’s breakdown. The last thing Rex wants is to detail his weakness – the defeat he felt as a father when the comm rang and rang in an attempt to contact his partner in this life. It’s not her fault; he feels that it’s his. Away from home, he’s solely in care of their baby girl and placing the weight of worry on his wife’s shoulders is not something he’ll do – not something she needs. 

“So it’s just… gone? Nothing?”

Rex hums in confirmation. “Completely unexpected, too. Pri and I were eating breakfast, and it just… wasn’t there,” he recalls. “I know the taste of bland foods – had plenty of that to last me a lifetime – but this was different. It all felt almost fuzzy and too thick for my mouth going in, like my tongue was numb. Even the caf, cyare.”

“Sounds like the doctor didn’t know what you could or would experience,” she comments.

“That’s because he didn’t, and still doesn’t,” he sighs. “He’s working off speculation – data gathered from other similar treatments and my bloodwork. I’m to log any and every reaction experienced throughout the treatment.”

“You’re strong, Rex. Unbreakable.” 

He doesn’t miss the way she speaks the words – the labored pauses between them. 

“You… alright?” 

“Yeah,” she answers with despondency. “Just tired is all.”

Rex considers her reason, deciding to lighten the mood – to put a smile on her gorgeous face, even if he’s unable to see it. Her smile is infectious, and it’s something he’d be able to feel through the comm, he’s sure of it.

“Well, you’ll get a kick out of what happened during treatment today.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

He’d been embarrassed at the time – and still a little bit even now, thinking about how he’d unintentionally let his walls collapse like that in front of somebody other than his wife – but he knows she’d enjoy the anecdote. Rex longs to see, to feel, her smile, even if at his expense. 

“I may’ve had an, uh… an erection right there on the table,” he chuckles, running his palm across his forehead. “Strapped down and getting poked at and all.” 

“Oh stars,” she tries to hold back laughter – snorting and pausing to collect herself. “What did the doctor say?”

“That he’s seen crazier things. Suppose that was meant to make me feel less like a di’kut,” he jokes.

“What were you even thinking about?”

“Well,” he starts – adjusting to press himself further into the pillows. “You. Us. In our bed, probably making the twins, if I recall.” Rex grins – the memory coming back to him. “It was like I was there again – hearing, seeing, feeling everything.”

“How in the universe would you know which time it was when you knocked me up?” she asks in amusement. Rex can practically see the incredulous smile and eye roll with every word – feels it in the growing strength in her voice. 

Chewing his lip, he shuts his eyes and recalls how it had felt to have his youngest daughter close her tiny hand around his finger – the warmth and security – the unvocalized love and trust. 

“Before that memory, I had one of the twins. Well, of all of us together. You were feeding them, exhausted and worn out. Pri was playing at your feet, then I came in and scooped Gelisa into my arms to sit on the couch with her. All of it – just as vivid.”

“Okay, Jedi,” she titters, and Rex laughs. 

“Oh, my beloved, I’m no Jedi.”

Just as he says that, soft knocks sound at the door, followed by the enthusiastic and muffled voice of his kid. “Papa!”

“Pri just got here,” Rex says into the comm. “She’ll be so excited to talk to you. Hang on a sec.”

He sets down the comm and quickly heads over to the door. Priya’s arms wrap around his leg before he can open it all the way. 

“Hey little love.” Rex takes a knee and grabs the toddler’s hands. “There’s someone on the comm who wants to talk to you.”

Her golden eyes light up as Rex scoops her up by her underarms then sits her on the bed – her legs swinging freely off the side. 

He picks up the comm, and before passing it to Priya, hears the faint buzz of static. 

What? She was just there.

Instead of making anything of the sudden and inexplicable disconnection, for his daughter’s sake, Rex holds back any concerned and distraught expressions, instead quickly switching off the comm, taking a seat at Priya’s side and grabbing her to sit on his lap. He tosses the comm away, and she shoots him an inquisitive look – head tilted up to analyze any thoughts or emotions displayed on his face. Rex knows her tactics – like father, like daughter. He wills the visage of a skilled Sabacc player, not risking a glance towards the discarded communication device. She has to have figured out who it was on the other end – a child too bright to have been part of this universe for only two and a half years. Anything he displays could give it away – trigger a sadness in his baby that he can’t bear to see.

“It was Uncle Echo,” he quietly tells the white lie, cautious of anything that could betray his tone. “He was just updating me on some things before the signal got interrupted.”

The signal had been operating just fine – the connection crystal clear. Nothing seemed out of sorts… except perhaps the fragility in his wife’s voice – the front of exhaustion and the mask of wellbeing. She’s been immobile and sleeping a lot lately, drained from providing and healing. Rex understands, except he’s not there as he should be and feels a shroud of guilt cocooning him because of it. He’s parsecs away and the realization hits him: he isn’t privy to what his wife is truly feeling. If not for his daughter sitting on his lap, watching for any twitch of his lips or pinch of his brows, Rex would be beside himself. Instead, the emotions sit stagnant within his chest, burrowing deeper every second he waits to speak. 

But why did she disconnect?

Rex clears his throat, attempting to expel the discomfort building within. He decides it best to not continue on the course of the comm’s disconnection. He always has been a flimsy liar, and his chest aches at the thought of the lie he’d just told his baby girl. A change of subject is crucial.

“How was supper, sweetheart?”

-

It had been difficult to wake the next morning, bright and early in time for treatment, but Rex made it work. His joints groaned at him – his muscles tender and fragile. He’d left his suite a few minutes earlier than usual in order to accommodate for the agonizing walk to the infirmary. 

The rest of day five had seemed to move in slow motion. He was in and out of treatment, which had been the easy part. Rex had operated everything afterwards submerged in a canister of molasses – boneless and weighed down by duracrete. The planet’s gravity felt a thousand times stronger, pulling him down into the earth as he trudged along – feet buried in coarse dirt. 

Once he’d gotten back to the suite, Rex collapsed into bed, too weak and fatigued to find food or care that his stomach felt like it’d been caving in on itself. He willed enough energy only to strip off his shirt and tuck himself under the quilts. 

Now, in the warm sunset light filtering through the drapes into the empty room, Rex is alone and wants nothing more than to let his body rest before the next day comes – before he has to do it all over again. Priya went with Leia to have another sleepover, a suggestion made by Bail so that Rex could have a night of uninterrupted recuperation. 

Rex feels that it'll become the preferred arrangement for the rest of their stay on Alderaan – for both his and Priya's sakes. 

Something inside of Rex is deteriorating. A chunk of him begins to rot as his body works with the serum in fighting to reverse his accelerated aging – he feels it. The change is there and he can only hope he sees the finish line as he'd been promised. 

She can't see me like this.

His thoughts spiral to his wife. Something is off and gut-twisting guilt plagues him for not having the energy to even attempt to contact her today. Rex shakes his head, digging his palms into his eyes to keep the tears from forming. 

Ahsoka would've called if something was wrong.

His wife and infants are under the best care – that he knows for sure. They're under constant watch. Ahsoka is part of the family – will protect them at all costs. She'd be privy to his wife's feelings and thoughts, though why she'd keep anything from Rex, he has no clue.

As his eyes start to grow too heavy to stay open, Rex promises himself that he'll call Ahsoka tomorrow. 

-

He’s too hot – a furnace burning under his skin. There’s lava in his marrow – melting his bones. His head feels like it’s swollen and everything inside of it pulsates and throbs as he thrashes it side to side. The rise and fall of his sweat-glistened chest has become rampant and uncontrolled. His limbs twitch and tense. 

Rex is fast asleep, unaware of his body's reactions and is none the wiser about how the terror he's submerged in drowns him – fills his head with fear and peril. Self-doubts and worst fears toe the same line in Rex's subconscious – fates changed and memories twisted.

“The first one is out - a girl, sir!”

She isn’t crying.

It’s loud. So much screaming – blood curdling screaming. Shouting. Crying – tears burning from exhaustion and strain. Rex holds her tight, looking over her shoulder at the delivery of his children. He sees her face – her head thrown back – jaw wide with excruciating pain and eyes rolled into her skull. His breathing picks up with anxiety, knowing there’s nothing more he can do for her. All he can do is wait. 

Blood. So much blood. Fluids. The horrendous concoction paints her inner thighs and the ladies’ hands. It spurts onto Rex. His newborn is coated in it – glued in her hair. Towels and linens are ruined with it. He’s afraid. She’s withering away in his arms as her body musters all the exertion it can. They’re taking everything from her – draining her lifeforce. There’s one more then she can let go – heal. 

“One more!” one of them calls.

“Push!” the other calls.

Rex’s bones are rattling but he’s otherwise frozen. He can’t speak – can’t open his mouth. Words are lost on him as he continues to watch her body contract and expel – eyes locked on the head slowly easing its way into the world. Every sound morphs into a faint, steady ringing as tiny limbs pop out from between her legs. Guided out of the canal, Rex’s son is born.

He isn’t crying.

“It’s a boy,” he hears a steady voice say - coming through the cotton in his ears. “We’ve a girl and a boy.” The voice fades again as she instructs another. “Get them breathing!”

The body in Rex’s arms has gone limp – her head lulled to the side against his shoulder. Air squeezes itself from his lungs as his chest constricts painfully tight. Ribs cracking – piercing his breaking heart. They’re trying to peel her from his grasp but he’s not willing to let go. He can’t breathe and the room is spinning and the roof is collapsing on them. The weight of the debris buries the two of them together, just as it should be. 

“How are they?” a nearby voice asks with frantic urgency.

“I can’t get them breathing!” another voice cries. 

In the pitch black from under the rubble, Rex sees his newborns, his babies, fixed with breathing apparatus – chests motionless and eyes closed. He reaches for them, but cannot make contact. Every inch he moves has them sliding further away. There’s no more oxygen. No escape from this hell. Rex can’t even cry for them – tears too sweet a luxury for a failed father such as himself.

The twins’ lifeforces ascend from their bodies in a brilliant gold light, infant hands balled into fists as they float in the direction of their mother’s body, beckoning to her. Still in Rex’s arms, her cold skin heats with warmth as that same golden light rises from her lifeless body, reaching to grab hold of her babies. Rex moves towards them, standing on his tiptoes and just inches away from making contact, when something grabs his ankle, pulling him into the earth. The offending arm is covered in white armor painted with a familiar blue and splattered with crimson, soon joined by at least a dozen more just like it, all reaching towards Rex to drag him under. Armored arms of his fallen brothers wrap around him, and Rex watches above as his wife and newborns’ golden lights fade away before his vision goes black. 

He’s pulled under. 

When his vision is restored, Rex is staring at the roof of something too close to his face – his nose nearly touching it. Laying on his back in a bed of earth, he reaches around but is blocked in by something on all sides – something that is not unlike a coffin. The faces haunt him in his eternal imprisonment – the screams and wails high-pitched in his ears. 

Suddenly the one side of his coffin fades away and opens up to another. Turning his head, Rex sees a little girl, laying on her back just as he is, motionless and just out of arm’s reach. A tiny peephole above shines a thin, bright light in the dirt, just above her head. Blinking his eyes to focus, the little girl’s appearance and features become clear. The realization hits him and the unbridled scream of terror that rips from Rex’s chest makes her head turn.

Her normally warm, exuberant eyes are void. The dark curls on her head are caked with mud. Her once perfect, soft, youthful skin is cracked with spidering lines like she was never human – a broken, porcelain doll. Her clothes are tattered and singed, but Rex recognizes them as the last outfit he’d seen her in. No tears bless him as he stares at his eldest daughter, imprisoned just as he is. He reaches for her, but just like before, it’s fruitless. 

Priya’s empty eyes stare in his direction. As she opens her mouth to speak, something small and slimy crawls past her pale lips and across her hollow cheek, disappearing into her ear. 

The voice that comes from her is too innocent and lively – doesn't fit the scene. Rex recognizes his daughter's voice all the same.

“Papa?”

-

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[ominouspuff]

Downtime with the disaster lineage

#fan art #artists on tumblr #star wars fanart #star wars: the clone wars #fix it au #captain rex #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #Post-War Vacay with the buds #Anakin doesn’t fall -au #no order 66 #within a few moments of this image Obi-Wan lifted all the remaining petals and dunked them on Anakin which started a war #That Anakin won because chosen ones are OP #Rex continued filming and sharing to the group channel containing all the ex-commanders of the ex-GAR on their own respective vacays

[varpusvaras]

After rescuing Leia from the Death Star and getting back to the Rebel base:

Rex: .....

Cody: What are you thinking about?

Rex: I'm just- there's just something really familiar about her

Cody: Who? The Princess?

Rex: Yeah! It's like- I swear at several points it feels like I'm talking to a miniature Fox

Cody: ........now that you say it-

Leia, in the distance: What are you?

Han, muffled: .....an idiot sandwich

Leia: Correct. Now stay out of my way, or I'm going to put you onto the menu!

Cody:

Rex: It's uncanny

Cody, wholly starting to believe in reincarnation: Yeah

Rex: Cody I'm scared

#they are honestly terrified for a moment before finding out fox is still alive #then it's a moment of relief #and then they realise that there are now two fox's running around #rip everybody #sw #tcw #sw ot #post order 66 au #captain rex #commander cody #leia organa #han solo

[foxprints]

After months of waiting patiently I'm FINALLY able to post my contribution to the @rexsokazine !! I'm incredibly honored to have been invited to participate in this zine as a guest artist.

Everyone running the event was so kind and understanding and I'm very grateful for that, especially given the fact that I had one thing after another happen last year. Thank you guys for such a good experience 💛 and thanks to all of the other participants for helping to make such a gorgeous final product!! 😍

#star wars #rexsoka #commander rex #rex+ahsoka #can be taken as romantic or platonic idc #i think it was placed in the romantic section of the final zine but i drew it to be ambiguous #ahsoka tano #ahsoka #post order 66 #rex #clone wars #fanart #zine contribution #fandom event

[chocomars]

i can be your angle….or yuor devil

based on this post

#post order 66 #captain rex #ahsoka tano #darth maul #the clone wars #star wars #star wars the clone wars #swtcw #marsdraws #marsrb

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

Me: Why do i love making myself sad by thinking about the clones and order 66 and the jedi so much?

Also me: Captain America: The Winter Soldier is my favourite movie of all time.

#being forced to turn on the ones you fought alongside for years #mind control making you try to kill your closest friends #being forced to fight for an evil that secretly grew within the supposedly good government #being freed from the mind control and having to be on the run not knowing who you are and what your place is #having to live with the guilt from the things you had no choice but to do #these concepts are nothing new to me #they've been on my mind for a decade #also project insight reminds me of the death star #star wars #marvel #the clone wars #the clones #order 66 #the jedi order #the fall of the jedi #comander cody #obi wan kenobi #the winter soldier #bucky barnes #steve rogers #captain america #captain america: the winter soldier #ca:tws #mcu #captain rex #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #the 501st #kate's post

[kometqh]

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

Captain Rex x Reader Every waking moment you had to yourself, you spent on trying to remember. To remember his touch. His voice, his warmth. His face and his eyes. But how could you when after so many years it's become nothing but a blur? And each time you're close, each time your mind drags back pieces of the puzzle together, you're interrupted. Word Count: 1,462 Warnings: Angst A/N: This idea came to me whilst listening to Once Upon A Dream from Sleeping Beauty and I couldn't help myself but vomit words onto screen, I hope whoever reads this enjoys this because I loved the idea TT

The city lights from below twinkled and burned brightly like the stars in the dark sky above. A miniscule smile rested atop your lips, a familiar gleam sparkling in your irises.

The cold autumn breeze flew past you, ruffling your unruly hair into an even more so, larger mess. 

A blue, old scarf a size too big hugged and entangled your shoulders, floating up and down with the cold. Your fingers twiddled with the loose threads, feeling the coarse material between the pads of your fingers. It was a gift from him. The man from your dreams. 

You used to love him. You used to miss him. You used to wait for him.

You used to walk with him,

Once upon a dream.

His hands used to be warm, his gaze so smitten. 

That look in his eyes, was so familiar a dream.

His voice used to be so soft, his touch so tender. 

Those visions of him, you knew they were seldom true.

His embrace endearing, his kisses slow and passionate, as though you were the most delicate flower he had ever the pleasure of finding. 

His love was your hope, like that of a sprouting seedling in a vast desert. His scent was your calm, like the sound of rain pattering against glass. His voice a lullaby to your dreams.

And now all you had left of him was the old, scruffy, pale blue scarf. 

And you loved it as much as you loved him and he loved you.

The faint scent of his cheap cologne still lingered. You had done your best to find the brand, but failed. How hard was it to find the same exact cheap cologne? Very, you had come to realise.  

The Empire destroyed everything. It took him away, it destroyed his memory.

"Y/n?" His voice asked, but it wasn't his voice. This one had a husky timbre to it, as though he hadn't felt anything but the familiar burn of a cigar against his lips in a long time. It wasn't the same.

"Hunter?" Your voice came out soft, quiet as though he had interrupted an intimate moment you were having.

He took a long moment to continue, his gaze sturdy and focused on your figure.

"Someone's here to see you." 

His eyes met yours as you shifted around, a brow raised questioningly. His shoulders stiffened, his breath catching in his throat. He knew what you were about to say.

"Tell them-"

"It's urgent," He interrupted, putting emphasis to his words, swallowing harshly as he felt his throat tighten, "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't," He paused again, this time his gaze dropping to the wet concrete beneath his feet, and suddenly he was all too aware of the loud pattering of the rain against his hair and the concrete, of the rough and short beats of your heart echoing in his ears, "Trust me." His gaze rose back to yours.

With a shake of your head, you pulled the scarf tighter around yourself. This was one of the few bits of time you had to yourself, that you could spend on thinking. Thinking of him. 

Amongst the many missions and bounties, your mind always failed to remember him. The faces of his brothers, the different tones and accents and timbres, they all mixed and matched together until it was all a blur. At first, you were happy to be surrounded by Hunter and the Batch. But now you could barely remember the face of the man from your dreams.

The door creaked shut behind you, the sound of rain muffled by the all-too loud music of the bar below. You hated it. You could never focus with it on.

The heavy scent of alcohol lingered in the air, like a poisonous fog ready to fill your lungs and taint your blood. Your chest felt stuffy every time you were forced to be in the vicinity of the awful stench. 

Hunter's heavy boots thudded against the concrete floor, his head hung low as he kept a fast. steady pace, refusing to give you enough opportunity to question him, enough chance to prod him where you needed to get your answers.

He wouldn't give in so easily even if you tried.

Not tonight.

Though it seemed you hadn't felt the need to ask. 

Not tonight.

Your mind was in a different plane, a different galaxy. A distant past.

The hallway seemed to narrow down the longer you walked, winding around corners and staircase openings like a never-ending labyrinth. You were slowly becoming sick of it. Why was this building so dauntingly tall? 

The walls seemed to be crumbling down and wailing for repair with each crack that extended down hallways, staircases and rooms. Grimaced faces were painted on the sickly orange walls, freshly patched spots grasping to hold the structure together as the building shook with the volume and vibrations of the music.

Hunter hated it too. But he could bare with this for a moment longer. For you.

His throat dried up as the door came into view, and his ears heard the way the pace of your heart picked up as he spoke, "They're behind that door."

His hands fell to his side, smearing the sticky sweat on his armoured thigh, and his steps slowed down, his own heart matching the pace of yours. You must have known by now, right?

"Who is it?" You asked as you came to an abrupt stop, just inches away from the door. You looked up at him, your eyes searching his. The two of you stared into each others eyes, silently communicating through the miniscule, atomic-like movements of your irises.

It wasn't hard to know what you were thinking. Nor what Hunter was.

Who is it? He imagined your voice to be soft, velvety like freshly cleaned cushions, the unsure tenderness of it warming his heart.

Go ahead and find out. You imagined his voice to be gravelly, like waves crashing against a sandy shore, the hum they left behind sending shivers down your spine.

With a soft sigh, you turned away from his towering frame.

Lifting a shaky hand, you turned the knob. 

The door creaked uncomfortably, like the wornout strings of an old violin. 

A gentle, dimmed light flooded the hallway, painting it a sickly shade of yellow. Was this a hotel or a pigsty?

You could almost taste the years worth of dust on the tip of your tongue.

The doorknob felt rough and weak under your touch, the dragged wood pressing against the pads of your fingers. 

With a heavier push, the door managed to pull open, screeching in protest until it came to a final stop. 

Your chest stopped heaving up and down as the air was caught in your throat. 

A sudden lightheadedness hit you, eyelashes blinking rapidly as you tried to get a tighter grasp on the doorknob. For a moment, you scrunched your eyes shut, and fought away the dizziness that clamped around your temple like a pair of metal tongs. 

When your eyes opened again, you felt a pair of arms get a hold your waist. 

Was someone hugging you?

Maybe, you thought and as you slowly looked down, you noticed a pair of armoured arms wrapped around you. Hunter's arms. 

Did you fall?

You couldn't feel your legs. 

As you looked up again, it all dawned on you.

The man from your dreams.

At first, you only saw the faded maroon poncho. It was overly large, and clearly didn't fit. It looked old, tattered as loose threads stuck out at odd angles.

And then you glanced down. White armour clung to his legs, embracing his feet and shins and thighs.

Your gaze wondered up, spotting the helmet seated atop a bed behind him. Blue streaks dancing down the expanse of the white coat of paint. It lingered there, pricking at your heart strings as though wanting them to snap one by one. 

It hurt.

Your chest was burning. 

Your throat tightened, the painful drags of a wail tugging at your voice chords.

The arms around your waist tightened, a familiar head of ashy, chestnut brown hair tickling at your skin.

Where were you again?

Your eyes fluttered, blinking erratically as you fought to look up. Your mind couldn't let you.

You couldn't- 

You couldn't rememeber his face.

A hand flew to your gaping mouth, covering the strangled whimper that erupted from deep within your chest, tearing at your throat as slowly, slowly you allowed your eyes to look up.

It hurt.

Did he always look so familiar? So.. Awfully perfect? So familiarly strange? 

His warm, honey gold irises were locked onto you, wide and unblinking and disbelieving. 

New wrinkles and aged lines dragged at his tanned skin, painting the picture of an abandoned, weary, scarred soldier, an abandoned and forgotten man. 

His hair was still that beautiful blonde, his sun-kissed skin and chapped lips still brought out that awfully familiar, but long forgotten feeling in the pits of your stomach.

It's him. 

It's-

"Rex?"

#captain rex x reader #star wars #the clone wars #angst #captain rex #tcw #star wars fanfiction #star wars the clone wars #sw tcw #sw tcw fanfic #tcw rex #ct 7567 #the bad batch #the bad batch hunter #order 66 #post order 66 #jedi reader #star wars x you #captain rex x you #star wars prequels #tcw fanfic #rex x you #clone trooper #clone trooper rex x reader

[is-that-sand-in-my-waffles]

There is one rule in the Star Wars universe and its that the more trauma someone goes through, the hotter they become.

#star wars #captain rex #Post order 66 that man managed to become a 12/10 #din djarin #obi wan kenobi #gregor #kanan jarrus #alexsandr kallus #Sabe #Like.... all the skywalkers #Maul #Finn

[rabb1ttrash]

classes have been kicking my ass but have this 

#obligatory quality warning. why does it do me like this #commander fox #captain rex #star wars #the clone wars #sw tcw #some of the lighting in this is a bit all over the place bc i was experimenting a lil #i wanted to mess around with clothes too so imagine this is a mission or maybe some kinda post-order 66 au or smth #no i did not draw this because i ran out of cigs and havent been able to get a new pack. what are you talking about #dont talk to me about the background. i hate backgrounds

[coline7373]

The saga of the dead cacti...

For @bitwhizzle, for her pursuit of Rex & Cody taking selfie.

#I'm in a bit of slump #burn out so to speak #nothing better for this than making a low pressure gift #star wars #sw fanart #the clone wars #tcw fanart #commander cody #captain rex #no order 66 #post war #civilian life is kinda kicking cody's ass #as in the world refuse to abide to strict military rules and it's annoying cody to all kind of seven hells #don't talk to him about “inside plants” #this is his 5th cactus #he would like to switch but Rex is on a streak #because he not-so secretly loves watching Cody kills the unkillable #poor cody #poor cactus

[djarrex]

The Aftermath

part of the Edge of Everywhere series // Captain Rex x f!reader

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The Temple burns. The Jedi are gone. The clones have changed. The broadcast that's played over and over burns in your brain. You're able to connect some dots, and can't help but think that the worst has come to claim the man you love. After days of unsettling radio silence, Rex finally comes home to you.

***This is the beginning of the series - rewritten!***

EXPLICIT | 18+ only | about 2.3k words | smut. angst.

It’s late. The holo is on mute – the dim colors casted from the screen dancing across the walls and ceiling. The air vent above you whistles with every cycle. The conservator quietly hums from the kitchen. High-rises and resolute speeder traffic twinkle through the sheer curtains that drape down your windows to the outside world.

You’ve been in your apartment for a couple days – locked yourself inside the day after Rex had commed to inform you that he’d be arriving that evening. He never did arrive, though. Radio silence from Rex – the thick, gloomy Coruscanti air – signals a change. A curfew for nonessential sentients. Smoke ascending from the Temple. Squads upon squads of shiny clones scouting the duracrete walkways below and patrolling the skies above. 

“If you don’t hear from me– ”

“I know, Rex. Just, please, don’t make me think about that.”

“I’m sorry, but you know why I bring this up. Things are… different now.”

Fives had died. Kix had gone missing – toed the same dangerous line Fives had before his life came to an end. The grievance report Rex had voluntarily filed is locked away, only waiting to be opened by the wrong people. It could come for him, too. It may have already, and if that’s the case… well – there’s something the two of you had set in place for that. 

“If you don’t hear from me… if things start to feel strange – you stay here. You don’t leave this apartment, cyare. Not until the time is up.”

“I understand. Good luck in Yerbana. I love you.”

“I love you, too. So much. I’ll be back before you know it.”

The couch has become your bed for the past couple of nights, because something about the way your back and neck scream in discontent grounds you to the fact that you should not be affording yourself coziness – not in a time like this. It’s all uncertain. You’ve seen Chancellor Palpatine’s speech on the holo multiple times a day – ran every hour on every frequency. You’re probably able to recite it by now. The little amount Rex had told you about the conspiracy Fives had uncovered, the one that had ultimately led to his demise, helped to fill in some holes dug from the events of the last few days. The Jedi are gone – the entirety of them punished for treason against the self-proclaimed Emperor. It’s not right. A new Galactic Empire. It feels strange. Unpainted, unmarked clones are littered on the streets and flooding the skies of Coruscant. Something’s off.

Your eyes are fixed on the ceiling and every change of color flashing against it, unable to fall asleep. You don’t allow any room for grieving – not yet. It’s not the time to mourn any losses, but that doesn't mean your thoughts can’t wander – conjuring the most disastrous of scenarios. A hoard of grim images flash through your sleep-deprived mind, ranging from Rex’s ship crashing before it had a chance to breach Coruscant’s atmosphere to the renegade Sith Lord prisoner striking him and the rest of his battalion down during transport. Another gruesome image flashes before your eyes: Rex getting shot down just as Fives had – and whoever it was who’d sought out Rex… may be after you, now.

Just outside your door, you hear the beeping of your keypad – the fumbling haste of fingertips. Your heart begins to race – the images and reality bleeding together within seconds. Your body moves on its own accord, kicking the thin sheet from your legs then you’re drawn towards the door as whoever is attempting to enter continues to input the incorrect code. Flooded with nerves and hesitance, you peek through the peephole to catch a glimpse of the assailant.

Your thumping heart falls into your stomach and your fingers start to shake as you quickly move to slam the button to open the door, successful after a couple of tries. 

Rex stands there almost frozen – clad in a large cloak almost entirely disguising himself, armor of his legs and arms spotted in an unpleasant mixture of browns and crimson, and a devastated look on his face. There’s the darkened paint of exhaustion sitting underneath his eyes and a hollowness carved in the valleys of his cheeks, darker and deeper than ever before. 

“Rex..." His name cracks from your throat.

He steps towards you and your hands are on him instantly, unsure of where to land – palms patting his chest, his shoulders, his cheeks – checking him for injury. Your eyes scan every inch of him but the look on his face and state of his armor tells you that nothing is damaged physically. He’s visibly in pain – a dagger lodged in his beating heart.

Your vision gets blurry – tears welling in your eyes.

You’re about to pepper him with questions, to ask him what’s happening and where were you and are you okay but he’s breezing past you before you’re able to speak.

“We need to leave,” he says with almost too much conviction for a man in his state, grabbing your hand and quickly leading you further into your living room, locking the door behind you. “I’ll explain everything on the way, but we need to leave.”

It’s time.

It’s too real.

Stunned into motionlessness against the wall, you watch as Rex moves throughout your apartment, in and out of your bedroom and ‘fresher, gathering the lightest of items and irreplaceable trinkets, setting them on the couch. It’s the practiced fluidity of him cutting through the air that gets to you – the reality hitting you hard. You’ve drilled this before – gathered those same items – piled them up before tossing them into your bags. It was all precautionary – if the two of you needed to flee… or if Rex didn’t come back to you after a certain, agreed upon period of time. Right now it’s the former and you feel unprepared for the escape the two of you had been discussing for the better part of this year. You’re terrified and alarmed but more so for the man you love and rationale is urging haste while your heart casts it aside.

“Rex.” 

You try to get his attention – to slow him down. He’s moving quickly and shaking his head as he searches for something that isn't there and it looks as if he’s about to break – shatter into pieces all over your floor. There’s a fragility to him that you’ve seen only once before but not at this level and if you could just get him to slow down…

“Rex!”

The machine stops and he finally looks you in the eyes. 

“We need to leave,” he repeats, quieter, this time sounding as if it’s directed more to himself – a plea. He steps closer, moving slower than before, until he’s right in front of you. Being this close you can make out the fine red lines spidering in the whites of his eyes. The gleam of stagnant tears in the creases – the clean streaks cutting through the dirt and dust on his cheeks. The strong pinch of his brows. You’re stuck in silence, paralyzed from the ability to say any of the million things racing through your mind though it’s all still buzzing on the tip of your tongue. Instead you watch him – analyze him. He’s just as still as you are and you’re pushing back the most negative of thoughts – the things he may have gone through to get back here.

Rex opens his mouth to speak again, but nothing comes out. His eyes flicker back and forth – bottom lip caught between his teeth.

You feel the thumping of your pulse in your ears for one beat, two, three–

He’s on you in an instant, slamming his lips to yours and dissolving the many questions and worries from your tongue. You feed off his energy – the frantic urgency – and kiss him back with an equal force. Rex licks into your mouth – behind your teeth – mingles with your tongue. He maps out every square inch and everything is telling you that whatever happened was too close a call, closer than ever before. Something came to a head during his enigmatic absence paired with the obliteration of the Jedi – Rex tangled within. 

There’s a weighted exigency to him and it’s consuming you – dousing you with the same need and desire. Two minds share indistinguishable thoughts, wringing together as both pairs of hands work to remove your bottoms and his codpiece without so much as breaking for breath. When you do finally break, mere inches from each other’s lips, Rex peels off his glove and spits on his hand then lifts your leg and guides himself into you before your underwear can make it down your leg. The scalding thickness of him drags inwards, sheathing himself to the hilt – a choked gasp of relief and pleasure expelling from deep in his chest.

Grasping into the thick fabric of his cloak, you feel Rex shudder under the bulk of his armor as he grows accustomed to the heat enveloping him. It’s the same for you; weeks without his touch and your body has to remold around him. It’s an intoxicating stretch that you’ll never get tired of. His gloved hand braces itself against the wall beside you and his naked hand holds your thigh against the shell of his hip – wasting no more time. The first few thrusts are almost experimental – tentative. It takes a few tries before a smooth passage is granted for his split-slick cock as you bloom effortlessly around him. Rex’s forehead drops against yours and it’s all heated, damp breaths as his hips move just as rapidly as the beat of your heart. 

He takes you – holds you tight. Every piston of his cock is precise and punches against your cervix, even from this angle. He fucks up into you and the leg you’re standing on wobbles from the itenstity of his movements. You’re both panting – foreheads sticky with beads of sweat, feeding off each other in this moment as time stands still, pressed between a wall and his filthy attire. The urgency is still there – the two of you still needing to flee – but has been converted into a raw magnetism that’s too debilitating for any rational thought. 

Your fingers curl into his cloak, twisting and bunching as your abdomen tightens. You’re yanking him closer to you though he’s already as close as he can get – until his exhales become the very air you breathe. Rex’s lips meet yours, barely connecting, just brushing against them – feeling the way yours quiver with whispered-out curses. Every gasp and audible shudder is sucked in by your own. He’s close – stuttering and shaking and in moments Rex is halting his movements – digging his hands into your flesh as he presses you flush against him – not daring to let you slip through his fingers. He clings to you as if you’re life itself and seconds later you feel his cock swell and burst, filling you with warmth – consolation. 

As the two of you stand there suspended in a haze, there’s a sudden change in his breathing – clipped and ragged. Your hand reaches to cup his cheek and your fingertips are greeted with the warmth of fresh tears – the flex of his tightening jaw. 

“Hey,” you whisper against his lips – his teeth holding the quivers at bay. “You’re with me, now. You’re safe with me and… it’s time.”

It’s time.

Something dreadful has happened but your lives will truly begin once away from Coruscant – far away from responsibility, duty, secrets. Nothing is planned past this very point but it’s your course to plot out, no one else’s – not the Republic's, not the Empire’s, and not the Emperor’s.

You delicately press your lips to his. “Let’s get going.”

Rex nods, moving your own head with the gesture. He releases his grip from your leg and the two of you begin to redress quickly, as if the frozen time had resumed only to have filled the hourglass in earnest. You get a jump on folding the clean clothes Rex had laid out, shoving them into your go-bag, decidedly casting quite a few articles out to make room for other things.

“We can’t take much,” Rex sighs as he’s rummaging through your pantry, collecting the small canisters of nonperishable goods – the ones that had been set aside for this very instance. The cabinet doors squeak and thwack as he hastily searches them, gathering anything else that can make it that would otherwise be left to rot. “Only enough to sit at our feet.”

“Rex, the credits,” you call as you rush into the closet. Pushing the hanging coats and other unworn clothing aside, you dig into the safe, throwing what you can into the remaining room you have left in your bag. Rex comes to your side, squeezing into the space to shovel the rest of the stash into his bag – the credit chips clanking against the canned goods.

“That’s it,” he confirms after one last sweep of the apartment. “C’mon – we need to make it back to the ship as soon as possible before somebody discovers it.”

You secure your bag on your back and cover your head with the hood of your cloak, following him out as the two of you speed walk down the corridor to the lift, not so much as turning back to see the life you have no choice but to leave behind. 

When one door closes, another one opens. The two of you were prepared for this. 

“Where are we headed?” you ask once strapped into your seat of the commandeered Y-wing, pushing your bag as far underneath the seat as possible. Rex works with extreme haste in the cockpit below you, fingers moving rapidly across the console as the small ship roars to life.

“To visit an old friend,” he calls through the overhead comm. 

As the ship exits the atmosphere, remaining undetected by any patrols, you turn your head and watch Coruscant become smaller – the lights of the cities below ingrained in the surface swallowed by the brilliant blue and white as you’re launched into hyperspace. 

-

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#djarrex writes #captain rex x reader #eoe #edge of everywhere #post-order 66 #post-order 66 rex #captain rex #star wars fic

[backpackingspace]

Hey can yall help me find a fic? Pretty please? It's one of my favorite and I swear I bookmarked it but I can't find it now.

Its a post order 66 stars wars fic. I think there's two in the series? But the premise is that padme gives birth on the way to mustfar so she and obi ean go on the run and meet up with Rex and ahsoka. Everybody is having a bad time in their grief and lashing out at obi wan who slowly stops talking. Eventually obi wan goes off on a solo mission and ends up rescuing Cody and a few other clones. They continued to go off on missions together and continue to save more clones. Eventually everybody starts to heal and make up.

#Star wars #Ao3 #Fanfics #Post order 66 #I would love to find this fic again #It's so so good and real and the angst is beautiful #Hurt/comfort #I know a popular star wars fic author deleted their works but I don't think this was one of theirs #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #Codywan #captain rex #ashoka tano #padme amidala #bail organa #The twins are technically there existing as babies #please help #I think it was called the price of grief or something similar

[sadiecoocoo]

I am going to hurt everyone with my next fic, it’s totally not about if Anakin hadn’t become a sith but was with Ahsoka and Rex when order 66 activated and how he has to try not to get killed or accidentally kill Rex until he can get the inhibitor chip removed, I would never do that :3

#tcw rex #tcw #sw tcw #the clone wars #anakin skywalker #clone trooper rex #ahsoka tano #order 66 #tcw fanfic #:) #lmk if you wanna be tagged when I finish and make the actual post for the fic

[wild-karrde]

In Command - Part 17

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A/N: I HAVE FINALLY RETURNED WITH A NEW INSTALLMENT OF THIS VERY NEGLECTED FIC (sorry). As always, thank you to the outstanding @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading for me!

Chapter Rating: E (18+ MINORS SKEEDADDLE)

Warnings: canon-typical violence, language, explicit sexual content (fingering, cum eating)

Word Count: 8.8k words

It was not an easy night. 

Rex awoke with Lothal’s twin moons high in the sky, casting wild, flickering reflections across the walls from the small water deposit inside the cave. He tried to will the ache in his chest away, hoping he could just doze back off and ignore it, but it eventually blossomed into a searing pain that felt as though it was tearing his upper torso apart. He wasn’t sure how long he tried to ignore it, and he didn’t realize he was groaning quietly until he felt a hand press against his cheek. His eyes flew open to find Senna hovering over him, her features etched with concern. 

“I’m giving you another dose. Hang on.” 

He might have protested if he was more alert, but before he could even think of an argument, there was a slight pinch in the muscles of his neck. The painkiller did its job almost instantly, flooding his body with relief, but it was nothing compared to the warmth he felt at the sight of seeing Senna still there, still with him. 

After all this time and everything I’ve been through, I’ve at least got that going for me.

He let his head rest back against the bag heavily as she wiped sweat from his face with a cool, damp cloth. She offered him more water, and that was when he realized desperately needed to relieve himself. 

Kriff. 

He tried to roll over and stand on his own, but even with the painkiller winding its way through his system, his knee buckled almost immediately when he tried to put weight on it. 

“Rex, stop. What do you need? I can get it.”

He grimaced at her. “Not something you can get, love.” 

Senna was clearly confused until understanding dawned across her face. “Ah. Ok, well I’ll help you stand and get outside.” 

“Sen, I can’t ask-”

“You’re not asking. I’m telling you. I’d have done this even if we weren’t madly in love with one another.” She winked at him teasingly as she quickly pulled her clothes on, but the words she’d said made him almost giddy.

He gave her a pained smile. “I’d somewhat hoped to not ruin the magic just yet.” 

She grinned back at him and shrugged. “Who says it’s ruined?” 

Gently, she helped pull him to his feet, taking all of the weight off of his injured leg, and the two of them carefully started moving towards the mouth of the cave. Rex had always hated depending on people for seemingly routine tasks when he was injured or incapacitated, but somehow, having Senna hold him up and help him was far less humiliating than he’d anticipated. In fact, there was something oddly intimate about it. 

Madly in love with one another.

He was certain he’d never get tired of hearing those words. They sounded so good falling from her lips, he’d almost wondered if he’d dreamt them in the moment. Luckily, he had a massive wound in his chest to ensure he knew he was, in fact, quite awake. 

Rex managed to lean himself against the cliff’s face, bracing one shoulder against the rock, and was relieved that Senna turned away, absently kicking at a clod of dirt to give him a semblance of privacy. He managed to relieve himself with only minimal awkwardness and grunting, finally managing to fasten his pants closed again. 

Feeling triumphant and perhaps overly confident, Rex tried again to stand on his own once more, pressing his palms against the rocky wall, and again, he failed as his leg crumpled beneath him. Senna’s hands caught him immediately as his knee buckled, and she managed to haul him back to his feet.

“Stop being so stubborn and let me help you,” she muttered, pulling his arm back over her shoulders as she dug her fingers under his belt to hold him up. There was only a little heat in her words, but as he looked at her, he could see she was smiling. Everything about them felt natural to him: leaning on her for support, allowing her to help him, allowing her to love him fully and loving her just as much in return. Being with her was easy, the easiest thing he’d seemingly ever done. Of course, Rex understood there would be hard times still. It was inevitable, but at least for now, he relished this moment with her and the newness of it all. He smiled to himself as they limped back to the bedroll. 

Senna managed to ease him down with only minimal grunting and shuffling, offering him a sanitation wipe for his hands from the medpack before lying down next to him and pulling the blankets back up over them. Rex shifted onto his side to face her, propping himself up on one elbow. Her eyes crinkled slightly as she smiled at him, reaching out to gently touch his chest. 

“How are you feeling?”

“The best I’ve ever felt,” he rasped, feeling his cheeks beginning to ache from his smile. 

She rolled her eyes at that. “I’m serious, Rex.”

He caught her hand, bringing it to his lips and brushing a kiss against her knuckles. “So am I.” 

Senna ducked her head slightly, dipping her nose beneath the covers, and even though the dim lighting made it impossible to tell, he was certain she was blushing. After a few moments, she scooted closer to him, close enough that their noses brushed in the dark, and Rex slipped a hand into her hair, cradling the back of her head as he pulled her lips against his. 

Maker, he was certain he’d never get tired of kissing her either now that he’d been given permission to. And the best part was how eagerly she kissed him back, as if she too was basking in the newness of it all, of the fact that she no longer had to keep that part of herself locked away. 

“Careful,” she whispered, mischief dancing in her eyes. “Or else I may have to take you for another ride.” 

He chuckled against her lips. “As if I’d deny you that.” His hands were already moving, slipping underneath the blankets to her waistband, her skin flushed and warm under his fingertips. She groaned into his mouth as his tongue slipped past her lips, teasing her gently. 

“You need to sleep,” she mumbled, her scolding tone half-hearted at best. 

“I’ll sleep when we get picked up tomorrow,” he murmured, slipping his hand into her trousers. Despite her protests, Senna’s legs fell apart to grant him access, and he found the warm wetness of her arousal waiting for him underneath her undergarments. He huffed in satisfaction as he felt her breath stutter when his fingers grazed her soaked core.

“Besides,” he whispered against her ear. “I don’t think I could go back to sleep knowing how wet you are right now.” His fingers gathered her slick, circling her clit, and her hips bucked against his hand. Her fingers dug into his forearm, and she pressed herself closer to him, making it easier for him to slide two fingers into her cunt. 

“Rex,” she whined. 

“I’m right here, love. Tell me what you want.” 

The wound in his chest protested slightly as he worked his arm, plunging his fingers further into her and searching for the spongy place deep inside of her, but the pain certainly wasn’t enough to deter him, not with the way Senna looked right now. Her chest heaved with each high-pitched moan and gasp, and her cunt clenched around his digits. He felt her hips rise to meet his hand, pressing her clit against the heel of his palm, and he applied pressure, watching as the tendons in her throat became more pronounced. She gasped when he found that sensitive place inside her, pressing against it with the pads of his fingers as he pushed a third finger into her. 

The cave’s quiet was punctured by Senna’s whimpers and the obscene wet sounds coming from between her legs as Rex worked to bring her to orgasm. His cock was straining in his pants, but at the moment, he was completely focused on Senna, his own pleasure distant in his mind as she came undone for him. He’d pleasured other partners before, but there was something so very different about watching Senna come undone for him. 

He wanted to see her orgasm so badly, and he needed to be the one to give it to her. 

Her brows pinched together as she stared into his eyes, and he felt her body shudder once more, her cunt clenching around his fingers. He’d dreamt of giving her this pleasure for months, of what it would feel like and how she’d look, but nothing he’d ever imagined compared to this, and he was certain he’d never get enough of it, of her. 

The times they’d been intimate prior to tonight had been laced with apprehension, the looming question of what everything meant hanging in both of their minds. But now, he knew where he stood with her, no more secrets keeping them from fully indulging and letting go. 

And he certainly wasn’t going to be held back any longer.

“Don’t stop,” Senna whispered. 

Her eyes were pleading, begging for release, for pleasure that only he could give her, and he wanted nothing more than to watch her fall apart on his fingertips. He wanted to learn how to perfectly strum every inch of her, to map every place that made her orgasm, to memorize every sound so that he could know exactly how close she was to the precipice. The knowledge that he’d get to do just that, spend as long as he wanted touching and kissing every inch of her unhindered sent excitement coursing through his veins. 

She’s mine, and I’m hers. And I get to touch her like this. I get to sleep with her, sleep next to her, wake up with her in my arms. All of it. 

She was clutching his forearm so tightly, he was certain her fingernails were leaving crescent-shaped indentations in his skin, but when her spine arched and his name fell from her lips, he knew there would be no stopping himself from pulling her over the edge, no matter how much his body protested. His hips jerked reflexively, and pain shot through his leg. He buried his face in Senna’s neck, grunting against her skin. 

“Rex, we can-” she tried, noting his clenched teeth and labored breathing.  

“Shhh,” he whispered. “Let me take care of you. Tell me what you want.” 

“Kiss my n-neck,” she whimpered, relenting to him. “I… I like it when you do that.” 

Rex tilted his head so that he could press his lips against the sensitive place on her throat that he’d made a note of the first night they’d been intimate. Senna’s response was immediate, and Rex’s pulse thrummed with pride as she clenched around his fingers. 

“Rex… fuck, right there. Fuck. I’m close.” Senna was frantically grinding against his palm now. “L-let me touch you. F-fuck let me-”

“No, Sen. This is about you,” he replied huskily, gritting his teeth against the pain in his chest and leg. He wanted to see her come undone again for him, needed it, and that trumped all of the pain he felt. He sucked the skin of her throat, and felt her pulse leap under his tongue. He loved that he could feel her approaching her orgasm, that the signs were already so apparent to him, but he’d always been able to read Senna. 

Now, he was just allowed even more. 

“Cum for me, Senna.”

Her back arched, and he pulled back to take it all in. Sweat beaded along her hairline as her mouth fell open. The tendons in her throat were taut under her skin as she unleashed a stuttering moan. He felt her cunt spasm around his fingers as she suddenly rocked forward, curling over herself and whimpering as she rode through her orgasm. 

“Rex, I-I…”

“I know, love. Let me have it all.” 

She shuddered a few more times, her cunt clenching in tandem with the waves of her climax before she finally slumped against the cave floor, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. When she finally opened her eyes, she grinned dopily at him, reaching towards his belt, but he stopped her. 

“But you-”

“I’m fine,” he reassured her. “That was what I wanted.” He leaned back, sucking her release from his fingers, and Senna playfully growled. 

“See? The magic’s still very much intact. Especially if you keep doing that to me.” 

Rex grinned, leaning down to kiss her. “I look forward to doing that more often. To doing everything more often.” 

He felt her mouth curl into a smile against his lips. “I’m open to trying anything if that’s the sort of orgasm I’ll get.” 

Rex stroked her cheek, resting his forehead against hers. “I’d give you anything you asked for, Senna Aven.” 

She bumped her nose against his before settling back onto her bedroll, her eyes still sparkling as she watched him readjust. Her hand gently grazed the bandage on his chest, smoothing over the edges that were starting to peel up slightly. 

“Maybe we wait for the more physically demanding asks until you get better.” Her voice was soft, and he could tell she was thinking about how he’d almost died. He hadn’t needed to be awake to know how strenuous that time had been on her. The minute he’d opened his eyes, he had been able to see the strain she’d been under, the fear and the desperation that came with him being on the brink of death. He’d felt a certain amount of guilt that she’d felt that way on his account, a guilt which had grown when he’d realized she’d sacrificed some of her own life force to save him. 

But now I carry a piece of her with me. Forever. 

He rested his hand on top of hers, meeting her eyes. “I love you,” he said quietly, hoping the words brought her peace and reassurance that he was still here, that he was hers.

“And I love you,” she whispered back. “I’m sorry it took me so long to come around. I just… I wasn’t sure I could be with you and keep you safe. But maybe I can do both.” 

“We keep each other safe,” he said quietly. “That’s what we’ve done from the start.”

“That’s right,” she agreed with a small smile. “There… there’s something I haven’t told you about me, Rex.” 

He couldn’t keep his eyebrow from rocketing up, and he could see it immediately made her nervous. “It-it’s nothing major. I just…it doesn’t feel right that you don’t know.” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Just before…well, before the war ended, I was granted the rank of Master. I’m a Jedi Master.” 

Rex stared at her for a moment as he turned the new piece of information over in his mind. He was far from an expert in Jedi traditions, but he knew it was no small feat to be granted the rank of Jedi Master. That honor came with multitudes of privileges and responsibilities, none of which the Senna he knew seemed that interested in, so it did surprise him slightly. She was still watching him nervously, as if that piece of knowledge was something she’d long kept secret. 

She has, he thought. It’s the last bit of herself she’s kept hidden from me.

“Did you think that would change how I see you?” he asked, trying to probe for the source of her nerves. 

“Not necessarily. It’s… it’s something that was so new, and then when the Order fell, it didn’t feel right to even mentally acknowledge that. I felt like I’d failed and let the entire Order down, but it is a piece of me. Who I was… am. I’m… I’m a Jedi Master. And I wanted you to know that.” 

He squeezed her hand. “Well, since we’re sharing, I was technically a commander for a short while. I was promoted before Ahsoka and I left for Mandalore, but when I didn’t carry out Order 66, I was verbally demoted to captain again. Not sure how official that became since the ship we were on went down. But-” His mind stuttered as the image of the young Togruta he’d escaped with came to mind. 

Ahsoka. I haven’t told her.

“Rex?” Senna had lifted her head to look at him, clearly concerned something in the memory had wounded him. He smiled reassuringly. 

“There’s something else I meant to tell you. Never found the right time. But Ahoksa commed me.” 

Senna’s eyes widened, and she propped herself up. “When?”

He cringed slightly, embarrassed now at how much space he’d put between them.

I thought it was for the best.

And deep down, in the moment, he’d wanted that conversation with Ahsoka for himself. But now, it felt only right to share that with Senna, someone who cared just as much about the young Togruta’s wellbeing. 

“I had a message waiting when we got back from the capital.” 

She nodded, her teeth digging into her lip as she watched him for a few moments. “How is she?” she finally asked. 

“Safe. On Raada.”

“Yes, that’s good, but how is she, Rex?” 

He sighed, letting his gaze drift up to the ceiling. “Still hurting. Still finding her way.” 

Senna snuggled closer to him, pressing her forehead against his bicep as she ran her fingers along his arm until they interlaced with his own, gently squeezing his hand. 

“Do you think she’ll come back to the fight?” 

His eyes burned slightly, and he cleared his throat hard to keep the sudden rush of emotions at bay. “I hope so. I really do. But I’d understand if she didn’t.” 

Senna appeared to note the change in his tone, and she kissed his shoulder. “She’ll come back, Rex. Like I did. It might take longer, but I do think she’ll come around eventually. And I’m glad she called you.” 

He smiled, turning his head to meet her eyes. “I told her I was with you.” 

Senna raised an eyebrow. “And what did she say about that?”

Rex chuckled. “She liked the idea. I obviously told her things weren’t romantic at that point.”

Senna rolled her eyes. “Obviously.”

“But she knew anyway. And I… I think she liked the thought that I wasn’t alone. That I had someone with me, someone she knew, in whatever capacity that was.”

He felt Senna hum against his skin. “Well, next time you talk to her, you can tell her things worked out. And that I was an idiot. She always did tease me about overlooking the obvious things in favor of making everything more complicated.” 

Rex smiled, managing to place a kiss to her forehead. “I think I can take some of the blame as well. I’d been trying to find the right place and time to talk to you for weeks, and just could never find the right way to start.” 

So instead everything came rushing out all at once. Every draft I’d thought through, unfiltered and anxious. The same thing happened last night. 

But it worked.

“You came around in your own time, and that’s all that matters,” he whispered. 

They drifted off intertwined with one another, both smiling as sleep took them. 

—

The sun filtered in through the cave entrance, bouncing off the surface of the small pool of water and the various rock formations, warming Senna’s cheeks and the parts of her that were poking out from under her blanket. Gently, she shifted, turning her face to look at the sleeping form lying next to her. Rex’s face was peaceful as his chest rose and fell in rhythm with his deep breathing. He had an arm draped over her, and when she shifted, she felt his grip on her waist tighten, a smile playing across his lips as he slowly opened his eyes to look at her.

“Good morning,” she whispered.

“Morning,” he rumbled.

“How do you feel?” she asked, searching his expression for any indications of him being in pain.

He smirked. “All things considered, not bad.” His eyes were playful, but she could see he still was a little uncomfortable. Leaning over, she dug through the medkit for another pain killer dose, but when she rolled back over, he stilled her hand. 

“I’m alright.”

“You’re hurting, Rex.”

“It’s not that bad.” 

She didn’t buy it, and she knew he could see her skepticism. 

“I want to wait in case the pain gets bad,” he said quietly. “Just in case our ride gets held up or we need to move. We’ve only got, what, one more in there?”

Senna sighed. “Yeah. Just one more after this.” She met his eyes. “I just hate seeing you hurt.” 

Rex huffed a laugh, wincing slightly as he reached to cradle her cheek with one hand. Senna leaned into his touch, sighing as she felt the warmth of his palm against her skin. She closed her eyes, placing her hand over his. 

“I promise I’m better than I’ve been in months, even though it might not look like it,” he replied, brushing some hair out of her face. 

She chuckled quietly, turning to kiss his palm. “You’re cheesy, you know that?” 

He shrugged. “I’ve heard that, although never in this sort of situation.” He played with one errant curl that framed her face. “I’d tried for so long to plan this big speech out to tell you how I feel, and you sort of got every draft of that last night. Everything just came pouring out at once.”

She smiled, feeling her cheeks warm. “I’m glad it did.” Her fingers brushed his brow, smoothing over the bandage on his forehead. 

“Maker, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. 

“I’m yours,” she replied, leaning down to kiss him deeply. 

“You sure?” he asked, his hand trailing along her back.

“Yes, for the first time in a long time, I am finally sure about something,” she said, resting her forehead against his. They sat like that for a few moments, basking in the peace. 

While part of her still whirled with worry of what was to come, the most overwhelming thing Senna felt was relief: relief that they were alive, relief that she’d been honest with Rex and herself, relief that he still felt the same, even after everything. 

We’ll make it work. We’ll figure it out. Together.

Senna had the silliest thought for just a moment of the two of them just staying there, in this cave, hiding away from the galaxy and just being with one another. She immediately discarded it, knowing there was no universe in which that was a realistic option, but it was a nice thought, to just be with Rex.

“I should get up and get us ready to move out when Echo gets here,” she sighed after a few minutes. “I expect they’ll be here sometime before this evening.”

Rex tightened his grip on her. “Just a little while longer? I’ve been wanting this for a long time.”

She thought about it and then slipped back under the blankets with him, wrapping her arms carefully over his chest. “Me too, even if I was too stubborn to admit it,” she sighed, tucking her head into the soft spot near his shoulder. “What are we going to tell the others?” 

She felt his fingers run through her hair, twirling her curls over his fingertips. “Whatever we want. We don’t even have to tell them anything if you don’t want to.”

Senna turned to look at him, resting her chin on his chest. “I don’t really care if you don’t. I just don’t want people to think that we…we’re compromised and unable to do our jobs. This work, this rebellion… it’s everything to me, Rex. I want to keep fighting.”

He grunted a little, brows furrowing. “Yeah, well those in charge don’t seem to feel the same.”

“Is this about the Ilum information?” she asked, stiffening slightly. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t had the same thoughts, felt the same frustration. Even still, she felt the need to defend the rebellion and its leaders, as if admitting the movement that had given her life meaning at her lowest was flawed would destabilize the ground beneath her feet. She met Rex’s eyes. “They’ve got to make the best decisions they can based on very small pieces of intelligence. If they don’t think it’s feasible, then I have to respect it, whether or not I agree with it.”

He looked at her. “Do we? We risked a lot for that information, and to have it just shrugged away is…I don’t even know. Infuriating. It fits with everything else we’ve provided, so why would they just toss it away?”

Senna wasn’t used to seeing Rex insubordinate, and it shook her slightly. 

We all have our limits, and he’s been through a lot. Especially in the last few rotations. He has a right to be frustrated. 

She sighed, turning to press her cheek against him again. “I know. Trust me, I know.”

Rex stared at the ceiling of the cave for a few moments, and she could tell he was trying to carefully word his next question. 

“All of that, the not having our intelligence valued by leadership who aren’t out in the field with us, doesn’t that…bother you? And make you think that maybe this isn’t all worth it?”

Senna squeezed her eyes shut, trying to steady herself as some of the fears she’d dismissed threatened to come creeping back in. “Of course it bothers me, but what other choice do we have? It’s do this or do nothing.”

“Would nothing be so bad?”

“I don’t think I could live with myself.”

He sighed. “Yeah, I thought so.”

“You could just walk away from this that easily?” she asked quietly.

“No, no it wouldn’t be easy. This is a fight I actually get to choose to believe in, not like the war. There, I was just lucky my personal loyalties aligned with what I was created for. But…in the same breath, if Organa and the others aren’t going to listen to what I have to say, then I don’t see the point in continuing to risk it all. Last time I was ignored, I wound up shooting my own brothers.”

Senna flinched at the mention of Umbara. Rex had confided in her about that campaign over one of their dinners, about how Pong Krell had lied and manipulated and misled him and his men. She knew it still haunted Rex, so it was understandable that he’d be cautious when he felt like he was being shrugged off or manipulated. 

But this was different. Very different. The rebellion leaders had good intentions and weren’t purposefully sending people to their deaths like Krell. They wanted to make the galaxy better, not purposefully cause harm. 

But if the results are the same, needless risk and deaths, then does their intent really matter?

She dug her teeth into her lip, trying to still her racing mind. Rex was right; doing nothing wouldn’t be terrible for them. In fact, it would damn near be bliss, just the two of them off on some remote planet. They could survive on their own, disappear and never be heard from again, and that thought did have a certain appeal. But it also conflicted with how she’d been raised, and she knew that deep down, Rex felt the same, even if he was saying otherwise right now. Still, it was nice to fantasize about how their lives might look if they abandoned the rebellion and let the galaxy do as it would.

But she loved Rex for his tenacity, for his selflessness, for how much he cared. Those qualities mirrored her own values and intentions in so many ways, and she knew those were what kept them both in the fight, even on bad days.

Feeling his eyes on her, she glanced up and met his gaze.

“I don’t disagree with your frustrations and your reasoning,” she said carefully, “but I have to believe I can drive change by being part of the rebellion. I can’t give up on it yet.”

Rex brushed some hair away from her face, sighing deeply. “I respect that. And that’s one of the many reasons I love you. You’ve got a lot of faith for someone that’s been through so much.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“It’s in my programming,” he joked dryly.

“No, it’s because you’re a good person, Rex,” she replied, squeezing him gently. 

He smiled, and she was almost certain there was a slight flush in his cheeks at the compliment. It was incredibly endearing, and somehow, she felt herself falling even more in love with him. Taking her hand in his, he kissed the top of her head. 

“I’d never give up the fight while you’re still here, Senna. And I won’t ask you to either.” 

Relief flooded through her, and she buried her nose in his chest, sighing deeply. 

“Thank you for understanding,” she said softly. 

“Of course,” he replied. “I meant it when I said I love you.” 

“Good. Because I’m not letting you take that back ever.” 

—

Senna managed to get everything repacked and Rex’s bandages changed one more time before the emergency beacon comm buzzed, alerting them to an incoming call. She felt her shoulders sag slightly with relief as Rex answered and Echo’s voice piped up on the channel. 

“Rex, we’re approaching your location now. You should see us in a moment.” 

Rex handed Senna the beacon as he pulled his shirt back down. The wound in his chest was looking significantly better even with just a day’s worth of healing, and Senna knew it concerned Rex. He’d been watching her carefully all morning, as if he was waiting on her to collapse from the strain. Fortunately, aside from some lingering exhaustion, she really didn’t feel terribly different. She was almost certain that the act of channeling her life force into him had taken a larger toll than the loss of the force itself, but it wasn’t a point she wanted to debate with Rex. She could see he felt guilty, but she hoped it would fade with time, time that they’d have together because of what she’d done. 

No regrets on my end. 

Unfortunately, his leg was still greatly limiting his mobility, so he could do nothing other than sit and watch as Senna grabbed her macrobinoculars and moved to the mouth of the cave, carrying the beacon with her. She scanned the horizon until she finally picked up the approaching ship. It was an Omicron-class attack shuttle that looked like it had been to hell and back. 

Certainly traveling in style, she thought grimly, her mouth pulling into a tight line.

The shuttle landed carefully about a hundred meters from the cave entrance, folding its wings up as it touched the ground gently.

“They’re here,” Senna announced. “I’ll be right back.”

“Not like I’m going anywhere,” Rex huffed from where he sat.

Senna grinned, tossing a wink over her shoulder at him as she made her way towards their rescuers.

The shuttle door opened and a set of stairs dropped to the ground as a group of clone troopers in armor unlike any Senna had ever seen stepped out, walking to meet her. Echo was the first one to her, his scomp arm giving him away even before he removed his helmet. Senna gave him a big hug that seemed to momentarily catch him off guard, but he chuckled, returning her embrace. 

“I’m so glad you’re here. We were in a pretty bad jam,” she told him, patting him on the back congenially.

“You’ll have to tell us all about it once we get you loaded up. There were some Imperial scout patrols we spotted on the way in, and I don’t want to wait around too long. I doubt they’ll give us as warm of a welcome.”

Senna managed to suppress the shudder that threatened to tear through her. 

A few more hours and we might have been up to our necks in Imps. 

“Seems your timing is impeccable,” she joked dryly. “Care to quickly introduce me to your brothers?”

The second clone was lean with armor that most closely resembled the armor that Senna was used to from the troopers she’d worked alongside, although it had clearly been repainted, as they all had. His helmet gave off a particularly menacing impression despite its teal coloring that wasn’t alleviated when he removed it to reveal a face that was tattooed in the pattern of a skull on one side. He wore a red headband that also had a skull depiction that somewhat matched the scarf around his neck. The clone’s voice was surprisingly gentle as he extended a hand to her. “Hunter ma’am…er, General,” he corrected, glancing down at her lightsaber.

Senna’s eyes widened as her hands flew to cover her weapon from view instinctively. Echo gently grabbed her arm. “I didn’t know,” he said quietly. “But it’s alright. We’re friends. I promise.” 

“No one was supposed to know,” she muttered. 

“But Rex does?”

She nodded. 

“Well, your secret’s safe with us,” the largest clone rumbled from beneath his helmet. Pulling it off, he revealed an incredibly scarred face and one milky white eye, but the warmth he exuded almost negated his size and physical appearance. “We’re good at keeping secrets.”

“That’s Wrecker, and that’s Tech,” Echo said, gesturing at the last clone in white armor accented with orange and black. The clone was busy typing something on his datapad and halfheartedly waved hello before pushing his visor back up a little further on his helmet, his goggles reflecting the glow of the datapad’s screen.

“Well, it’s great to meet you. Also, for the record, not a general,” she said turning to Hunter. 

He nodded. “Commander, then?”

“Nope, just a normal technical specialist that also happened to be a Jedi,” she grinned. That statement finally grabbed Tech’s attention as he looked up from his datapad, readjusting his goggles to survey her more carefully with bright, attentive eyes.

Echo let out a chuckle at Tech’s reaction. “I figured you two might get along.”

“As much as I’m enjoying all this chit-chat, we really should get you two loaded up on the Marauder,” Hunter interrupted. “The patrols weren’t too large, but I’d still rather not risk it.” 

“You’re right,” Senna agreed. “You guys are going to have to help move Rex. He’s not in much of a state to be doing anything right now. Also, if you’ve got better first aid on that ship, he could probably use a second look. I’m not well-versed in medicine, but I did what I could.”

“I’ll get him,” Wrecker grunted, stepping into the cave. The massive clone squatted down next to Rex, and the captain reached up to grasp his arm in greeting.

“Good to see you again Wrecker. If you’re gonna pick me up, maybe do it a little gentler this time.”

Wrecker cackled at that. “If you insist, Cap.” Slipping his arms under Rex, Wrecker lifted him bridal style as if he was weightless, carrying him back out towards the ship.

“I probably could have walked on my own, you know,” Senna heard Rex mutter as he was carried past her.

“Yeah, well better safe than sorry,” she called after him, biting back a giggle.

Suddenly, Hunter stiffened next to her, whirling to look out over the plains behind them. Senna followed his line of sight, noting nothing at first aside from the breeze whistling through the grass. It was quiet. Too quiet. 

Taking notice of his brother’s reaction, Tech stepped forward, bringing up his macrobinoculars to look in the direction Hunter was staring.

“It seems we’ve been spotted. One patrol inbound, about a klick out and closing fast. It would appear they have a troop transport and an AT-DP.”

“Great. Better hustle,” Hunter grunted. 

Senna nodded, sprinting back into the cave to grab her bag while the clones crouched down behind a rock formation to huddle up. As she sprinted back to them, she could hear Tech speaking quickly to Hunter.

“I still need time to complete the pre-flight sequence since the hyperdrive’s been misbehaving. Otherwise, I feel our chances of getting out of here will be significantly lower.”

“Then do it,” Hunter sighed. “We’ll keep them busy until she’s primed for takeoff.”

“I think I can help with that,” Senna said. “Tech, can you get my bag aboard?”

The goggled clone nodded, taking her sack and sprinting off towards the ship without another word. Senna unclipped her lightsaber from her belt, and that seemed to serve as the cue for Hunter and Echo, who both slid their helmets back on. Senna’s eyes widened as she noticed that Echo’s helmet snapped into place under the equipment wrapped around his head.

“Ok, I have a lot of questions about that helmet later,” she said with a grin.

“Thought you’d like that,” he chuckled, his voice now modulated through the vocoder.

Hunter drew his weapons. “Alright, take cover behind the rocks. Echo and I will draw them in, you slice and dice. Also, if you’ve got any ideas about how to take down that walker, I would love to hear them.”

Senna’s teeth dug into her lip as she considered it. “Let me think on it a bit and I’ll get back to you,” she said, ducking down behind the rocks.

Adrenaline thrummed through Senna’s body as she felt the rumble of the approaching transport grow louder until it felt like it was rattling her chest, and the ground shook slightly with each of the walker’s heavy steps. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and she felt sweat begin to bead along her brow. Hunter and Echo crouched down beside her, training their blasters on the transport and starting to pepper it with fire. Senna drew hers as well from its place at her hip, firing at the oncoming transport. A few return blaster bolts hit the rocks in front of them, and they ducked lower, covering their heads as pebbles and dust rained down around them.

“You got any explosives or disruptor cannons on that ship?” Senna yelled over the noise.

“Nothing big. We were due for a restock when you commed. Just got a few detonators on me,” Hunter replied, continuing to fire at the transport as it began to slow. The walker was now within range as well, and its weapons shrieked as it unleashed a barrage on their cover. Senna covered her face as much as she could as a cloud of dust inundated them, coating her tongue with dirt and stinging her eyes. She coughed and spluttered loudly as the two clones next to her continued to fire. 

“That walker is gonna be a problem,” Hunter shouted over the din.

“Alright, since we’re out of luck with anti-tank explosives, we’re going to have to get that thing close enough for me to do something about it. Our blasters will be useless against its armor,” Senna yelled back, blinking hard to clear the grime from her eyes. 

“I’m assuming that’s when you’re going to get that fancy saber out?”

She smirked. “That’s the plan.” 

Hunter nodded, and she was pretty sure he was grinning under his helmet. “You got it.”

The troop transport skidded to a stop a few hundred meters from their position, and stormtroopers began pouring out of it, their armor glinting in the sunlight. The walker moved into position behind them, steadily bombarding the rocks Senna and the clones were hunkered down behind. Senna tried to cover her head and make herself smaller, and Echo grunted next to her as a large chunk of rock cracked against his helmet. 

“Are you alright?” he yelled over the commotion.

“Yeah, but we’ve gotta scatter these guys a little. We’re sitting mynocks with that walker!” She chewed her lip for a moment. “Hunter, how many of those detonators do you have?”

The sergeant reached into a hip pouch, pulling two out and waving them at her. “These and a few more. Should be enough to be a problem.”

Senna nodded. “Great. Toss these into the middle of the pack when I give the signal. Echo, give him cover fire.”

“What about you?”

She unclipped her lightsaber from her belt, grinning. “Like you said. Time for the fancy saber.” 

Hunter and Echo nodded in acknowledgement. Senna moved to a low crouch and focused on the environment around here. She could feel the troopers across from her, the pilots of the walker, and something else. It felt cold, strange, threatening, but distant. 

No time to examine anything. Worry about what’s in front of you. Focus.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes. 

“NOW, HUNTER!”

Hunter stood, flinging the explosives right into the middle of the pack of approaching stormtroopers. Senna leapt over the rocks as the explosives went off with a roar, immediately downing half a dozen of the troopers. Several more were flung in various directions from the blasts while the remaining ones still on their feet scattered for cover. Echo picked off a few that were on the ground while Senna advanced on the soldiers that were still standing on their right flank. In two bounds, she was on them, her lightsaber humming as it sliced through metal, plastoid, and flesh.

She didn’t relish killing, but she did love the feeling of the warmth racing through her, the presence she’d cut herself off from for over a year. It felt right, smooth, as if she was a fish in a current, made to swim through the flow around her. She felt everything, but most of all, she felt like herself, really and truly, for the first time in a long time. 

Turning, Senna reached out with the Force to fling a line of advancing troopers coming from the other direction back against the rocks. Hunter was on them in an instant, pulling a vibroblade from a sheath on his wrist and slicing through any blasters within his reach as he fired with the DC-17 in his other hand. 

“BEHIND YOU!” she heard Echo yell, and she felt one of the troopers behind her raising his blaster and taking aim at her. She dropped the blade of her lightsaber behind her back just as the weapon fired, deflecting the shot back into the stormtrooper’s helmet.

“Not bad for a technical specialist,” she heard Hunter laugh. 

“We’re not done yet!” she shouted back.

“Heads up!” Hunter tossed her two more detonators. “For the walker!” 

Senna nodded, taking off towards the lumbering machine at a sprint. She zig-zagged as she raced forward, leaping between the rocks as the walker fired at her, sending dirt and rocks flying from her footprints, but she managed to stay a step ahead. When she was within ten meters of it, she reached out and focused, channeling the Force around her into a jump. She leapt through the air, landing crouched on top of the walker. The metal hummed underneath her fingertips, but she was already moving again, reaching for the hatch and ripping it open. Two startled Imperials yelled as she dropped the detonators in before slamming the hatch shut and sprinting towards the front of the walker. She dropped into a slide, slicing off the cannon on the front panel with her lightsaber as she skidded by it, wincing as the edge of the viewport scraped her back and shoulders. 

The ground rushed up at her as she slid off the front of the walker, and she managed to roll as she slammed into the dirt, scrambling forward as the mechanical beast exploded, teetering forward and falling. Hunter and Echo grabbed her just as the walker fell, diving out of the way and obscuring them in a huge dust cloud. The durasteel groaned and smoldered, and the ground shuddered beneath them as what remained of the crew compartment crashed down a few meters from them.

Senna could smell smoke and burning electronics as she lay in the dirt between Hunter and Echo, trying to catch her breath and listening for any signs of life from their attackers. There were none, and she closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. 

Not bad for being rusty. 

She heard approaching footsteps and opened her eyes to find Wrecker’s massive boot centimeters from her face. 

“Awwww come on!” Wrecker moaned. “I wanted to blow it up!”

“Better luck next time, big guy,” she joked as he pulled her to her feet with ease.

Wrecker helped Hunter off the ground next, and Senna yanked Echo up, dusting off his kama as he straightened. Hunter’s hand flew to the comm button on his helmet. 

“Talk to me Tech. Are we ready to go?” Senna saw the clone’s spine straighten as he dropped his hand. “We’ve got to go. Tech says there’s another speeder inbound, and it’s going to be here in a few seconds. Ship’s ready and I think I’ve had enough fun for one day.” 

Senna nodded, but the chill she’d sensed still lingered. Reaching out, she felt it surge suddenly, curling through her veins. She didn’t know who or what was on that speeder, but a sharp spike of fear tore through her. 

Whatever was coming wasn’t good. 

Echo seemed to notice her discomfort, tilting his helmet at her, but she just gave him a tight smile. “He’s right. We should go.” 

Dipping his head, Echo started sprinting towards the ship. Hunter glanced at her, but followed Echo, seemingly understanding there’d be time for questions later. Senna let Wrecker go ahead, lingering slightly to scan the horizon before turning and running. The cold was piercing now, growing stronger with every passing second, and Senna tried to keep her alarm in check. She’d never felt anything like this, but she’d heard Anakin describe it enough to recognize the sensation: it was the presence of a Dark Force user, and they were strong. 

Senna could now hear the speeder approaching above the sound of the walker burning and the whine of the shuttle’s engines. The Marauder was close, but tossing a glance over her shoulder, she confirmed the speeder would overtake them.

I’d rather meet them in the open, away from the ship. 

And in spite of herself, she was curious. She slowed, reigniting her lightsaber.

Echo and Hunter had paused, noting her hesitation. 

“GO!” she shouted over her shoulder. “I’ll buy you some time, just leave the stairs down for me when you take off.”

Hunter started to argue, but Senna was having none of it, raising her hand. 

“That’s an order, Hunter.” 

“Let’s go,” Echo urged, seemingly understanding something was wrong. Hunter glanced at the approaching speeder, clearly weighing his options before he appeared to concede with a nod. Without further argument, the clones sprinted for the ship just as the speeder disappeared into the dust cloud the walker had created.

Senna turned to face the new enemy, squaring her feet in the dirt as she reached out again.

The speeder was mostly obscured from view by the lingering dust cloud, but she could just make out the silhouette of a tall, armored figure as the engine quieted to an idle. The newest assailant appeared unrushed, observing her for a moment with a strange interest before walking towards her with a slow, deliberate pace. Senna narrowed her eyes, reaching further to try and glean anything, but without warning, her chest tightened, and her breath caught in her throat. She felt darkness reaching back, squeezing her lungs, and she fell to her knees, gasping. The darkness felt overwhelming, consuming, and for a moment, she wondered how Anakin had stood against this feeling so many times and come back seemingly unphased. A chilling voice slithered through her mind. 

Well hello, Master Aven.

“Who are you?” she shouted, trying to keep her voice from shaking. 

Get it the fuck together, she internally chided herself.

The voice intruded into her head once more. 

I am the one who will correct the wrongs of those who came before me. I am the Grand Inquisitor.

The figure extended his arm, igniting a dual bladed lightsaber that glowed red in the dust. Senna’s breath caught in her throat as her fears were confirmed. 

A Sith.

She scrambled backwards in the dust as the Inquisitor slowly began to advance on her. Senna could see his face clearly now; he was a Pau’an, tall and thin with the trademark pale skin and red markings. He wore black armor emblazoned with the Imperial symbol that appeared spotless even with the surrounding dust swirling in his wake. His eyes glowed yellow, and his lip was curling into a grin that revealed sharp teeth. 

“Now now, little one. There is no need to run. It will only prolong things,” he said, finally speaking aloud. His voice was soft and yet threatening in its tone, and it sent another shudder rippling through Senna. Behind her, she heard the engines of the Marauder fire up as it lifted off the ground. The Inquisitor’s yellow eyes flicked to the ship, and he huffed a laugh.

“It appears your friends are leaving you to die. No matter, they will be dealt with in due time.” 

Senna pushed herself to her feet, trying to hide the way her legs were shaking underneath her. Her anger fought for control with her fear. 

“You will not harm them,” she snarled. “I won’t let you.”

The Pau’an raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Oh? I don’t know that you’ll have much say in the matter.”

Rage flared within Senna, winning the battle with her apprehension, and she charged him. The Inquisitor’s grin widened as he deftly blocked her first blow with no more effort than if he were swatting an annoying insect. Senna continued to swing her blade wildly, and he continued to parry her at every turn. As she sidestepped him in an attempt to flank, he thrust out his hand, lifting her off of her feet and flinging her into the rock face with a flick of his wrist. Her shoulder blades slammed into the stone knocking the wind out of her, and she knew she was going to bruise as she fought to refill her lungs with air. 

The bruises are the least of my problems at the moment. 

The Inquisitor was already coming towards her again, glowing red blade at his side, prepared to attack again. Senna huffed frantically, scrambling to get back on her feet. 

GET UP. GET UP. GET UP.

Suddenly, the ground between her and the Inquisitor exploded with blaster fire, and a new cloud of dust was kicked up as the Marauder hovered above them. Whoever was flying had maneuvered the ship to allow Wrecker to shoot at the Inquisitor with the ship’s gun, and Senna could hear him cackling gleefully through the ship’s open door. The Pau’an leapt backwards away from her, deflecting the blasts back towards the ship. Some of the bolts peppered the outside, scarring the hull, but mercifully not hitting anything critical. 

They won’t be that lucky forever.

Senna saw her chance and took it, hooking her lightsaber back on her belt, sprinting towards the open door on the side of the ship as hard as she could. She could see Hunter hanging out of the door, peppering the Inquisitor with fire and dodging the deflected bolts that were slamming back into the side of the ship. 

“COME ON, SENNA!” Hunter shouted. “TIME TO GO!”

Channeling the Force once more, Senna leapt, stretching her arms out towards the dangling stairs. Her fingertips slammed into the bottom step and she held tightly as her legs swung wildly underneath her. Her knuckles creaked from the strain, and she ground her teeth, clinging hard as the ship shuddered and jerked.

“ECHO, COVER ME. I’M GONNA GRAB HER. TECH GET US OUT OF HERE!” Senna looked up in time to see Hunter hook a cable to his belt and carefully make his way down the steps towards her as the ship quickly began gaining altitude. He reached out, grabbing Senna’s wrist and helping her pull herself back up. The ship rocked violently again, and Hunter swore as he gripped the cable holding them and wrapped his other arm around her waist. Senna fumbled to find a handhold on his armor and wound up just clinging to him clumsily as he yanked her up the stairs with him. With one final lurch, they flew through the hatch together and collapsed on the inside of the Marauder just as Echo slammed the door closed behind them.

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Don't Go Breaking My Heart Part 1

Pairing: Rex x Female Reader Rating: General Audience for this part but minors DNI as future parts could be less G rated. Summary: Rex has been busy the whole war and has a wonderful group of people surrounding him. Fives, Echo, Jesse, and Kix conspire to talk him into signing up for the same matchmaking service they used Right to Love. Note: Greatheart(oc clone name)is a name I pulled from a Robin McKinley retelling of Beauty and the Beast. Content Warnings: Anxiety and symptoms of (based on author's personal experience) also other various "neurospicy" situations. Word Count: 1036

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Don't Go Breaking My Heart Part 1 of ?

Rex paced the length of his quarters. He should have known better when Echo and Fives approached him with Kix and Jesse.

Fives had a talent for making anything sound reasonable and was the master of the rousing speech. Combined with Echo's strategy, Kix's “you'll do what's good for you” energy, and Jesse's support ... they could have talked him into anything.

But they chose to talk him into signing up for a matchmaking service. It sounded good at the time, he'd already met all of the people the four of them were dating now. Everyone seemed happy, well suited to each other, they even were well suited to the group at large.

And he wanted a person like that himself. He was surrounded by his people, but it still felt like something was missing. Rex knew it was a good idea to do this. He hadn't the time to go out to meet people before and now he saw that while the others may have had fun, it's not what he wanted.

Knowing it was a better idea than trying to go out and meet someone on his own did nothing to stop the familiar roiling in his stomach like a Kaminoian storm, or the tense electric feeling that crawled under his skin and sent him fidgeting and then pacing. Usually he could tame the sensations, in situations he was familiar with. With familiar goals and objectives, things he had trained on for hundreds of hours.

But for Rex, this was completely uncharted territory. The only experience he had was being subjected to his brothers' escapades. He refused to ask the quartet that were going with him to the office for “moral support” and to do the optional questionnaires for friends. He wanted to ask if the friends were optional.

When they all arrived at his quarters wearing civis he immediately said, “Okay, let's go,” He hoped using his “command voice” would cover his anxiety.

But these four in particular knew him too well. Kix grabbed his arm, and pushed him further into his room. Helped immediately by Jesse, who would always follow the medic's lead.

“Something's wrong,”Kix said. “What is it?”

Of course Kix would notice. He could sniff out a distressed brother from the other side of a Venator, let alone the same room.

“Nothing, it's nothing.” Rex sighed. “Let's go,”

At Kix's frown the others moved into a circle around him, Fives stood directly in front of him, hands on his hips.

“If Kix says something's wrong, something's wrong,” Fives said.

“Nothing I am going to discuss,” Rex said, curtly. “Now, move out,”

“That's not going to work,” Fives told him, “We're here as your brothers, not your troopers,”

“Rex, tell us what's wrong,” Echo's hand was on Rex's shoulder.

Rex set his jaw and looked at the floor, fighting the heat rising to his cheeks, and the fidgeting his body reflexively wanted to do.

“I don't know what I'm doing,” he said, quietly.

Jesse barked a laugh, “Is that all? We barely did,”

“And you never took shore leave, always organizing the next deployment,” Kix pointed out.

“Had to fight you to get you to get some decent sleep,” Echo added.

“When you did have free time you spent it with this one,” Fives gestured to Echo, ”Drawing up MORE strategies,”

“Like you were doing anything productive, "Echo answered.

“We aren't arguing about that again,” Kix jumped in.

“The point,” Echo began.

“We figured that already,” Fives finished. “We're going to help you,”

“Maybe Kix and Echo, you...no,” Rex told Fives.

“We will ALL help him,” Echo said, before Fives could protest.

“Later, now we need to go,” Kix looked at his chrono.

“You got this!” Jesse patted his shoulder as they entered the hallway.

They chattered around him on the lift down and the transit to the office, while his stomach turned to full blown nausea. They were already planning a get together.

Rex clenched and unclenched his fist by his side. Civis didn't lend themselves to fidgeting the way his gear had. The ridge on his gloves or the hilt of his blasters he could run his thumb over and no one notice anything off. No one could tell if he didn't make direct eye contact when he wore his helmet.

Kix interrupted the other three, “Can we at least get him through the profile part first?”

The brother at the desk in the lobby of “Right to Love” introduced himself as Greatheart and shoved datapads into the other fours' hands and hurriedly waved them off towards an open conference room.

He picked up one more datapad and motioned to Rex, “Moral support can sometimes be too much. Come with me, there is a quieter space for you,”

Rex nodded and followed.

“They seem... excitable,” Greatheart commented.

Rex took a deep breath and released it, “They always are.”

“They definitely care about you a lot,” Greatheart gestured Rex into a room with a smaller table.

“Whether I need it or not,” Rex answered, a bit more relaxed as Greatheart handed the datapad to him.

“It's pretty long, but there is no rush. After you submit it, we'll send someone in to talk to you. Water cooler in the room,” he said. Then he hesitated, “The questions...just go with what you know. Some of them are open ended, and can feel vague. I know the higher the rank the less time you had for leisure at all, or even thought beyond the war. Take your other life experience and use it for your answers.”

Rex nodded and went into the room, sat down and took a look at the first question. Without the brother's advice his anxiety probably would have hit new heights.

'What are you looking for in a potential partner'

He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. His first thought was wanting to feel steady, comfortable, safe. His people, that's what helped him keep everything in check. It's what he wanted, but closer. Rex thought about their traits, taking the stylus and beginning to answer the questions.

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When he can’t take the pain any longer, he mercifully takes her hand, then begins to lead her towards the ship. Telling himself it's for both of their sakes does little to ease his mind, he can feel the grief that surrounds them. He knows she carries the weight of the world in guilt on her shoulders, as does he. They’ll mourn together in the silence, just like they always have.

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