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feralferrule · 6 months ago

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Charity and Decadence

Chapter 9, Was That Who I Think It Was? A Sidequest

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Fic notes: lost in Star Wars isekai type of thing Earthling reader insert. Slow burn, maybe, who knows, we don’t need no stinking outline! But yes there will be smut, it’s still just day two? after getting rescued. It’s a slow moving fic in general. More of a soaking tub than a shower. A soaking tub with crack bath salts, but not too much.

Main relationships: so far we’ve got reader/clone trooper Echo, reader& the bad batch, reader & various men in the GAR canon and OC

Chapter notes: Choy continues to come out of the shell she had to live in for two years as a slave to the Seperatists. Oh, did I mention Choy is a shameless flirt? She is very Libra coded. (Hey I write what I know) She comes across as flirting without trying. But she’s aware of this and works with it. Decisions were made about fanon relationships. This fic still does not pass the Bechdel Test and I do intend to fix this but this IS Star Wars so…… it’s getting there.

The header image is getting updated with more originals of mine too

Warnings: slight spice- spicy thots and fantasizing and suggestiveness, depictions of pain and suffering, so much flirting, mentions of slavery and death, and a tiny hint of unconventional sexuality? Whaaaaat?(spoilers,darling)

Opening scene: The Havoc Marauder has just landed at Anaxes with Echo after his rescue at Skako Minor. You are disembarking with Anakin down the ship’s steps.

The crowd that was cheering Echo started catching sight of you and Anakin. Troopers pointed you out to the men next to them. Their faces turned to each other and back up at you, some conspiratorial and lusty, others dazzled and entranced, but most trying to maintain neutrality in front of their COs. Their eyes followed your descent down the Marauder’s steps. You shouldered your bag and held up your free hand, the one not wrapped arm in arm with Anakin, to shade your eyes from the light of the setting sun. You noticed several figures by Echo that had to be Obi Wan, Jesse, Kix, Cody, and-

“CHOY!?” Mace Windu was practically bouncing, pushing past everyone else to get to the front of the crowd. “Choy, is that really you?!” He strode forward straight for you as you reached the tarmac.

“Master Windu!” You let go of Anakin, dropped your bag on the ground and squeaked as he pulled you into a bear hug lifting you up to spin you around, laughing. He set you down, held your head between his hands and stared intently into your eyes. His brow creased and he backed up to look at you all over.

“What is going on with you, girl?” You looked at your hands, noticing they were illuminated again.

“Oh. Yeah, this started happening recently.”

“So what happened? How are you? Did they hurt you? Tell me everything.”

“Master Windu, I’m fine,” you laughed, an animated Mace Windu was not what you were expecting today at all. [[No one hurt me]] you said through the force.

His eyes landed on your neck hickies and his eyebrows shot up and his smile fell. [[Were these consensual, Echoy’la?]]

[[Very]] you shot back, rolling your eyes. He shifted his focus back towards the crew you showed up with, noticing all of them had kept their eyes on you. His own narrowed. Ah, now this was the Mace you knew.

“Look,” you said out loud and squeezed his shoulders. He looked back at you with concern. “I’m ok, but it was horrible and they had me in a force collar the whole time.” You looked around and everyone had given you some space so you went on, “My memory came back while the force was blocked.” You searched his eyes, he had started looking really angry when you mentioned the force collar, “Between what I remember and what I learned with the Separatists I have some things I need to talk to you and the rest of the council about as soon as possible.” You felt your stomach turn, remembering how he dies when confronting Palpatine. “But first, right now,” you pointed to Echo, who was engulfed in a multi-clone hug, “I need to go with Echo to the infirmary. He needs urgent medical attention and I will need to help the medics understand his implants and prosthetics.” He gave you an appraising look that you remembered in your lessons with him. “He will be key to getting Anaxes back, but this has to go quickly.”

You were really trying to keep your head and focus on the timeline forward, but your resolve was crumbling. Tears welled up in your eyes. “I thought I’d never get out of there, never be able to try and stop everything that’s going to happen. Until these guys came.” You stopped talking because if you went on you’d lose it and start ugly crying.

Hugging you more gently this time he said, “There now, you’ve been through too much. Go get checked out yourself, too, and come find me when you’re done. I want to hear the whole story. Do you remember your name?”

You nodded and told him, “but that’s my old name. I’m Choy now, Echoy’la. Home is… never mind,” you added sadly.

He lifted your chin. “I know you are not from here. We’ll talk later, not out here like this. Now let’s get you and your Echo,” he said with a teasing grin and your eyes widened, “sorted out.” He straightened up, chuckling, and threw his arms out, “Oh this is a good day after all, our little Echoy-LA is back!” He clapped you on the shoulder and motioned for a trooper to come pick up your bag. “Help Miss Choy here and Echo get to the Infirmary.” The unpainted, shiny trooper saluted and picked up your bag.

“Were you planning on introducing your friend, Master Windu?” said a slightly clipped but smooth voice behind you.

You sniffed and dabbed at your eyes with your sleeve, schooling your face and bottling up your emotions.

Turning around you faced Obi Wan, Anakin and a clone trooper in orange-marked armor. Cody, you figured by his scar. Obi Wan was looking back and forth between you and Mace. Anakin was smirking at the other men. And Cody was gazing at you warmly until you met his eyes, which snapped to Mace.

“Obi Wan, this is Choy. Choy, Master Obi Wan Kenobi.”

You could not help the giant smile plastered on your face. “I am so delighted to meet you Master Kenobi,” you held your hand out for him to shake and felt your cheeks warm. He felt calm and safe even though he looked significantly more serious and haggard up close than you’d anticipated. He shook your hand with a smile that reached his eyes.

“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Choy,” he said as he felt your warmth creep into his hand and make the air around him go a bit fuzzy. You noticed your hand was practically lit up like a glowstick. Anakin and Mace side-eyed each other.

“Choy is the force sensitive woman we found and then lost on Dantooine,” explained Mace. Obi Wan’s eyes widened a bit.

A trooper with purple paint on his armor approached Mace, their voices murmuring just behind you. Mace excused himself and they walked away, discussing something earnestly.

Anakin cleared his throat, “Master, may I have a word?”

“Yes, in a moment, Anakin.” Obi Wan said without looking away from you or releasing your hand. The sun had set and the area was dark but you were luminous like the sun was still shining on you. “Choy, I am very glad you have been recovered,” he said, bringing his other hand up to cover yours. “Force sensitive does not even begin to describe you, my dear.” Your light reflected in his eyes as he studied you and your halo. You felt his force presence deepen in a comforting welcoming energy. “How remarkable,” he breathed.

You smiled, feeling rather like a fancy bird in a nature documentary, “Thank you, Master Kenobi. I am so grateful Anakin and Rex made the trip to rescue Echo,” you looked at Anakin. Rex appeared just then at his side, his serious scowl softening and his eyes widening a touch when he looked your way. “I would still be enslaved by the Confederacy if it weren’t for their faith and bravery.” Rex puffed up and Anakin beamed triumphantly at Obi Wan in a ‘see I told you so’ kind of way. Cody was trying not to eye his General and you too much but you could tell he was sort of agitated underneath his calm and stoic demeanor.

Obi Wan quit glaring back at Anakin, “Choy, this is Commander Cody,” he released your hand and turned to his Commander who tensed as you both turned your attention to him.

“Welcome to Anaxes base, Ma’am,” Cody said.

“Cody, would you be so kind as to escort Miss Choy to the delegates quarters, I think that would be appropriate rooming.”

“Yes sir, General,” Cody said with a nod and hint of a smile. Well he didn’t seem agitated with that idea, you wondered what had bothered him. His eyes held a kindness that you had noticed a bit in Rex, too. Maybe it was the Obi Wan effect, you mused. Mace’s commander had seemed much more serious and mistrustful -like Mace himself. But, then Anakin and Rex were very diff-

“We will reconnect in an hour once you are settled in and refreshed. I’m sure you have quite the tale to tell.” Obi Wan said to you, interrupting your thoughts. He turned back to Anakin who was eager to draw him away to speak with him. The onlooking troopers around you drew closer as the generals walked away.

The trooper with your bag appeared at Cody’s side, looking a little confused. Cody turned to you a little stiffly, you noticed, like he was trying not to twist his body too much. “Ma’am, if you will follow me.”

“Commander,” he turned back to you, “it is very nice to meet you, too,” you said with a slow blink, “I hope you are fully recovered from your injury. And thank you for organizing this whole rescue. I’m very grateful I got caught up in what you set into motion.” The look on his face changed from chagrin to pride and then surprise as you stepped into his space more, “But now I need to accompany Echo to the infirmary.” He seemed to fluster and glanced away from you in Obi Wan’s direction. “We can make sure he knows,” you said, picking up on his rigid sense of protocol. You focused the force toward him with warmth and reassurance, “it will be ok. It’s very important that I speak with the medics before they do any procedures on Echo to ensure a successful outcome.”

His eyes softened and a hint of a smile twitched at his lips, but then he cleared his throat and tried to appear collected and serious, “Civilians aren't supposed to-“

“Commander, sir, General Windu has already ordered me to accompany Miss Choy to the medical facility.” The trooper with your bag said beside him with a nervous salute.

Cody looked from the trooper to you. “Alright, I’ll come too, but first let’s make sure the other generals are on the same page.” He motioned for you to follow and shouldered his way through all the armored bodies in the direction of the Jedi. But the other troopers filled in behind him all looking at you curiously and crowing eachother out of the way to get a better view. You smiled and said hellos to them while scanning around for the trooper with your bag. You found him and grabbed his free hand before you lost him again in the throng of identical faces.

“What’s your name, trooper?” You asked him with a smile.

He stuttered, “Um th- they call me Hoot, Miss.” He was clearly surprised by your forwardness but didn’t try to take his hand from you. “Did you notice which way Commander Cody went?” you asked him. He shook his head as you heard the troopers around you chattering.

“Hey Hoot’s holding her hand.”

“What happened to her neck?”

“Is she glowing?”

“I heard she was captured by the Seppies.”

“Move over, I wanna see the girl.”

“Why is she so roundy and curvy?”

“Cause she’s a girl, dikut, they’re pretty shaped.”

“Go talk to her.”

“No way, you go”

“Move out of the way, shinies,” a deeper and gruffer voice growled behind the group of clones. You looked over to see a bigger trooper, head and face partially covered in a tattoo, pushing through the young soldiers. He was shadowed by another with a regulation haircut and a red symbol on his pauldron. Jesse and Kix. Cue internal screaming- Jesse was indeed thicker than the average clone and absolutely exuded cockiness. They both took in the sight of your glow as they strode toward you sharing a glance at each other.

“Hi-“ you were cut short by Jesse taking your hand out of Hoot’s and kneeling down on one knee.

“Miss Choy, thank you for saving our brother.” He closed his eyes and held your hand to his forehead. Like Rex had done. You looked up at Kix who took your other hand and knelt in a similar fashion. Interesting…

“We thought he was dead all this time,” Kix said bitterly. You felt a thread of grief and guilt pull through them before they both stifled it. What an existence, never being able to fully process all the trauma and loss.

The younger clones behind them shuffled awkwardly. “What are they doing?” “Should we kneel too?” “Who is she anyway?” You heard them whisper to one another.

You grasped back at the troopers’ hands and tugged them up. “I am glad I was able to help him, but it was the guys who saved him,” you said while nodding your head toward the Marauder.

Jesse and Kix glared behind you, you guessed at the batchers. “Echo said he wouldn't have been alive to be saved if it weren’t for you,” Jesse argued, “Said you took real good care of him.” There was a bit of a question there.

“Well, I’d have done the same for any of you,” you said, giving their hands a squeeze.

“Ma’am, sorry, I’m Kix and this is Jesse.”

“It's very nice to meet you Kix, you’re the brave medic of the 501st right?” He blushed. You looked at Jesse, “And I’m glad to meet you, too, Jesse.” You let go of Kix’s hand and ran your finger along Jesse’s pauldron. “ARC trooper, yeah?” He cracked a grin, enjoying your attention and holding his head higher.

“That’s right, I’m an ARC like Echo.”

“Like Echo? Well I’m glad to have more friends like him.”

“Yeah, friends,” he said in a lower register and seemed to get closer to you while looking at your neck. Jesse emanated some strong energy. You tried assigning a word to it- pride? Prowess? Ego? All the clones, well most clones, felt valiant in the force, but Jesse had that on steroids.

You noticed a ring of redness and bruising around his neck. “Oh, Jesse. Kix, this could use some bacta,” you said and pushed the neck of his blacks down to expose more. Jesse jumped a little and you held him still by this pauldron.

“He won’t let me get near it,” grumbled Kix, “looks like you’ll have better luck.” He offered you a tube of the blue gel from one of his pouches.

“Actually save that, I’ve got this.” You smiled at Kix then refocused on Jesse. You held up your hands and rubbed them together building up a glow. You held them apart wiggling your fingers a little letting little sparks and flecks of light fly off them like gold dust. “May I?” you asked Jesse. “I work faster than bacta.”

“Sure,” he said with a little uncertainty, looking at Kix. Kix shrugged. Jesse looked back at you and lifted his chin a touch. You put your hands on his neck and worked your fingers down under the collar of his blacks, closed your eyes and focused on the muscle strain and bruising. “Oh, ahhh,” he sighed and relaxed into your touch, “your hands are cool, thought they’d be hot,” he said.

“Mmmhmm,” you hummed, “you already run hot.”

He shifted and rumbled deep in his chest, “Running’s not all I do hot,” you heard him say. Kix made a groaning sound.

“Wrecker did this, didn't he?” You dragged your fingertips up out of his shirt collar and along the abrasions on his skin, healing them with a slight tingle. “There, all done.” You opened your eyes, smiling playfully as you slid your hands down his chest. He reached up to feel and turn his neck. “Anything else need attention, Lieutenant?” you asked, derailing his question about how you knew about Wrecker.

“Well since you asked,” he began with a devilish grin, taking your hands in his.

Kix cleared his throat and gave Jesse’s foot a kick. Jesse looked at Kix who raised his eyebrows and nodded his head to the side. They both looked over at approaching voices. Jesse released your hands with a wink and they both came to attention, as did all the clones nearby.

Jesse leaned over to Kix and mumbled something. You could just make out “-comes the luckiest clone in the galaxy.”

“Well I didn’t know that was the situation. Anyhow let’s get them going, we’ve all been on this tarmac long enough.” A somewhat annoyed Obi Wan led Anakin, Cody, Mace, Echo and Rex over to you. “No rest for the weary, I hear, Miss Choy.” Rex fixed Jesse with a scrutinizing scowl, his eyes glancing briefly at you.

You really tried not to laugh.

“That’s alright, Master Kenobi,” you looked at Echo who definitely seemed weary from emotional reunions with far too few brothers. “I’m not too weary to get Echo sorted out.” You smiled at Echo, feeling a familiar attraction again. But this time it was a warmer, lighter feeling, straight to your heart. Your stomach felt fluttery as your eyes traced the sharp planes of his face that were lit by your soft light till he caught your eyes with his. He was looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. It felt like he was restraining himself from getting closer to you. You didn’t realize your feelings for each other were this strong. It felt magnetic and sparkles of your glow drifted out towards him. Boy were you in trouble, you thought to yourself. Obi Wan looked from you to Echo, raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Anakin and Mace. Mace winked at you and you felt your cheeks burn.

“Ma’am,” Cody said, “I’ll take you and Echo to the infirmary now.”

You cozied up to Echo and linked your arm with his scomp arm. “Ready?” You felt a shiver from him so you pulled him closer to your side. “See you later, friends,” you said to Jesse and Kix as you followed Cody and Hoot through the dispersing crowd to a transport speeder. Jesse reached out and gave Echo a low five and a knowing look. You could feel eyes on you as the Jedi hung back with Rex and his men. “I won’t leave your side, my sweet,” you whispered to him, glancing back at the men. Jesse was biting his fisted knuckles and pretending to faint on Kix as Rex barked something at them till Anakin put his arm on his captain’s shoulders and steered him away. Mace took Kix to the side and spoke to him while pointing at you.

Echo looked at you out of the corner of his eye which glowed in your aura. You took a deep breath and tried willing the glowing to dim. It seemed to be using up your energy and it was a little unsettling to not be in control of it. And it was becoming a tell.

Kix hurried up to join you as you situated yourselves on the transport which had a bench down its length on either side. He looked a little shy and started to head for the far end of the transport next to Hoot. You patted the seat beside you. “I don’t bite,” you said. He smiled and sat where you offered, “usually,” you added with a wink. He gave you a crooked smirk. Then glanced past you at Echo who had turned his way with an inquisitive look. “I’m just giving your vod a hard time,” you explained and patted Kix’s knee. Kix leaned back and looked away letting go of a breath he’d been holding and ran a finger around the collar of his blacks.

“It’s not just me affected by you.” Echo stated, looking down at his hand and scomp in his lap.

“It’s just the force,” you started to reason, sliding your hand across his thigh into his. “It-“

“No,” Echo gripped onto your hand and ran his gaze up your form to your eyes, “no, it’s so much more.” You rested your head against his shoulder and rubbed circles on his wrist with your thumb. On the other side of Echo, Cody sat stock still, listening and watching your hands with a silent sigh.

The ride to the infirmary was quick. The grounds of the base were stark and utilitarian, everywhere troopers and some non-clones buzzed around, busy with some urgent tasks for the war effort. The night sky above you was full of stars and moving lights of craft too far away to hear. The little droid driving the transport beeped and chirped cheerfully as it stopped and you disembarked in front of a building with a large door and few windows. Troopers in varying states of injury and others in scrub-like uniforms filed in and out of its doors.

“There will be some sounds in there that you may find disturbing.” Kix said in a warning tone to you and the men. You glanced at Echo then at Cody.

Cody’s face was set with a grim look, “The Separatists have a new weapon that causes intense pain in clones. No one else, just clones.”

“We haven’t figured out a way to cure it besides a brain surgery that leaves the patient a real mess. They are generally fully decommissioned.” Kix explained. You knew what that meant. What a terrible way to go. Your heart and face fell. The Agonizer, you’d heard it called around the labs.

“I’ve heard about this weapon,” you said. You suspected some of the experimental subjects you’d been assigned to were part of its development. Which meant- “I might be able to help them, cure them.” You looked at the men imploringly.

“Follow me,” said Kix, “the Medic on duty and I will set you up with a room and begin your examinations. Then I’ll see about getting you to the room the men are in.”

Oh that’s right, you’d need a good once over, too. Maybe you’d be able to get a hold of a better solution to your boob situation, although you figured as a force thing it’s ultimate fix would be with the Jedi.

Your group filed down a wide hallway. You stopped at a door half way down. A ways further the hallway ended at a pair of double doors. They slid open with howls of agony and a trooper in scrubs walked out with a haunted look on his face. You felt your stomach drop and the hair raise on the back of your neck. You looked at Kix and Cody. “Is that them? They need me now. Please.” The men looked at eachother, Kix raising his eyebrows at his Commander.

“I suppose I can give you clearance,” said Cody. “Kix you stay with Echo, I’ll escort Miss Choy back there.”

“Thank you, Commander, you won’t regret it.” You looked at Echo. He had the most adorable mixture of expressions crossing his face. Admiration, realization, fear, sadness, tenderness. “You will be ok, you have to fast before they do any surgeries. And you will be good for Kix, right?” You said that last part with a mock admonishment. He huffed a laugh, glancing down then back up at you.

“Go help them, cyar’ika.” He leaned down and touched his forehead to yours. Through the brief touch you sensed his mind pulse with his patchwork alien wetware cybernetic brain. You locked eyes with his and sent him an image of you kissing him under a warm sun in a soft meadow of flowers and butterflies. He gasped as he pulled away with a look of astonishment. You smiled slyly, “He’s all yours, Kix.”

“Ma’am,” Hoot said. You looked back at him. “My- my brother is in there-“ his voice cracked. He stopped talking and swallowed, took a deep breath and looked around the hallway avoiding everyone’s eyes.

You grasped his arms between the armor. “Hoot, I promise to do everything I can for him,” you said calmly. “I’ll make sure you know when he’s ready to have visitors.” Hoot nodded and looked a little more relaxed. Kix motioned him over to himself and took your bag. He put his arm around the younger clone's shoulders. “Let’s go help those boys, Commander,” you said with conviction.

Cody had stepped away to wait for you. He nodded and seemed even stiffer and more awkward than before as you approached him. Kix, Hoot and Echo disappeared through the doors behind you as you looked down the hall at the ones you’d be going through with Cody. “Have you seen them?” You asked him.

“I have, yes. Ma’am are you sure you want to do this?” He asked.

You turned to him, “Absolutely,” you said with a renewed confidence. Your peek inside Echo’s brain just now had reminded you that you had done much harder things than what was necessary for these agonized men. “I’ve been around this kind of thing before.”

Cody nodded and led the way down the corridor, pressed a button on the door panel and entered the space with you close behind him.

You stepped up beside him and surveyed the large room. Terrible, anguished, guttural sounds and whimpers rang in your ears and through you in the force. It was dim, barely lit, but you could make out that it was similar to a post op area in a typical Earth hospital. Beds with curtain partitions lined the walls with a nurse station in the middle. Med droids monitored the vitals of three troopers all on gurneys and still in their battle-blasted grimy armor, fresh from the field. Their breathing was shallow and rapid, their bodies shaking and writhing in pain as you approached the closest trooper.

“Commander, I will have to touch him to help him, which will be painful for him at first. I may need your help.” Cody came closer to you and motioned one of the droids over.

You held your hands out to either side of the trooper’s head and focused all your energy and attention into his brain. Fire, swelling, so much inflammation. A cascade of pain -causing pain -causing pain coursed out of his brain and ripped through him along his cells lining his blood vessels all through his body. This was bad. What began in the brain was a runaway train. What a wicked and hateful weapon. So hateful of clones specifically. You knew the approach it would need.

You inhaled deeply and planted your feet firmly. Then opened your heart to the force and surrendered to it as a bridge, willing it through you and into the trooper as intense love. As you pressed your hands to his head and connected with the pain you felt it creep into you. His agony became yours, like fingers of fire clawing their way into your hands and up your arms, it consumed all of your senses and a ringing in your ears drowned out all other sounds. He screamed and his hands flew to yours to tear them from his head. But Cody was right there grabbing them back and holding them fast away from you. He barked an order at the droid to restrain the man.

As you focused [[calm cool soft LOVE]] into his brain and felt around for the main damage the pain seeped up into your neck and down into your lungs. Then you found it. The very center of the signal deep in his midbrain. You lasered your focus in on those cells, isolated them and quenched the fire. The rest of the pain signals through his body didn’t stop. They would need to be turned off cell by cell while preventing the signaling to reactivate the others as you worked. You needed more physical contact, skin to skin. You leaned in to touch your forehead to his, resting your face onto his to make as much contact as possible. He heaved his body and cried out. This would take more time, he needed more pain management. You found his main pain receptor synapses and blocked them. He calmed but his movements became erratic.

“It’s almost over, baby, you’ll be ok, I got you, just be still,” you whispered. Your lungs burned and your jaw felt like it was being drilled into. You expanded your awareness out from his deep brain, willing a growing barrier of cool calming to grow like a bubble through his brain then scalp then face, neck and down through the entirety of his body. Your breathing was ragged with effort and sweat dripped into your eyes and onto the trooper's face as your force focus reached his toes. And finally the pain was gone. You released his brain from your mind and collapsed onto him and began to slide to the floor.

You felt two hands catch you by the shoulders and turn you. Then arms wrap around you and hold you to a plastoid chest. The ringing in your ears disappeared and an electronic voice of a droid and two more voices whimpering in pain made your awareness snap to. Cody was holding you to him and murmuring.

“Miss Choy? Meshla, are you ok?”

You found your feet and steadied yourself with your hands on his waist. You could feel his breath on your ear. You turned to face him, your nose almost brushing his as you looked into his warm eyes. Eyes that were soft and worried and scared all at once, eyes that were studying you from your own eyes down to your lips and snapping back up again.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good,” you said as you sighed and forced yourself to not nuzzle him and snuggle into his arms. With a sigh you stood straighter, “that was trickier than I anticipated.” You released his waist and turned in his arms to look at the now peacefully sleeping trooper. An AZ droid was tending his vitals.

He slowly let you go, “You looked like you were on fire, I didn’t know what to do,” Cody said.

“You did great, Commander” you told him over your shoulder, “I just can’t seem to stop lighting up like that. Hopefully the Jedi can give me some pointers on glow control.”

“CT-2901 seems completely fine now, Commander. We will let him rest and give him fluids. He is now sedated from the meds we gave him upon his arrival.” chirped the little droid.

You took a deep shuddering breath, “AZ, can you help me take the armor and gloves off the other two troopers? I need skin to skin contact with them to speed up my process of healing.”

“So you’ve never been trained to use the force,” Cody stated. “I don't think any of the Jedi can glow or do what you just did. Have you alway been this…powerful?”

You unzipped your jacket and tossed it onto a nearby stool. “Oh, no. No, I've only been force sensitive the last two years.” Your shirt was next, you peeled it over your head and it joined your jacket. “I didn’t even know the Force really existed before that, or Jedi, or clones, space travel,” you trailed off. In just your pants and breast band you turned back toward Cody who had half turned away and was running his fingers through his hair, avoiding looking at you.

“I’m still decent, Commander,” you teased. He glanced at you and immediately turned back around.

“Meshla…”

You stifled a giggle, “Commander, I may need you to spot me again, do you think you can manage?” You asked with a smirk.

He pinched the bridge on his nose, nodding his head and taking a sharp intake of breath before looking over to you, but you had already moved over to the next trooper whose upper body armor and gloves the AZ had removed. The little droid was busy stripping and restraining the last trooper as you wrestled up the top of the man’s black body suit to expose his torso while he was struggling and writhing against the pain. You could feel Cody get a little closer behind you as you grasped the trooper's head, leaned down and pressed his head into the table with your own. His scream of pain was ear splitting. You focused your mind, opened to the force and dove straight into where you found the damage in the first trooper. As you quenched that fire you grasped his hands in their restraints. He was groaning now and tears streamed from his eyes. You tried blocking off the pain, but he was moving around so much you couldn’t focus enough.

“Commander, can you help me up onto the table?” You called back to Cody.

He lifted you by the waist as you swung your leg up and over the trooper, settling down to straddle him and press your bodies, faces and hands together. This was excruciating for him in the seconds after contact, but it gave you a bigger surface to focus the force through into the trooper's body and turn off the pain much faster. You weren’t nearly as spent when the man relaxed into a deep sleep. You sat up releasing his hands and tugged his shirt down. A gloved hand appeared in front of you. You looked over and found Cody looking flushed and intently studying the readouts on the monitor above the trooper. You smiled, “Thank you,” and took his hand and hopped off the table.

The next trooper was even more combative but seemed to not be as badly affected by the agonizer. He was able to muster more strength to fight at the pain- and you. You enlisted the larger med droid to restrain him at his knees and Cody to hold his head as you climbed up onto him and began your process. You licked and bit your lip to help refocus and as you took his hands you noticed Cody realizing he had a very intimate view of your cleavage as you struggled to position yourself to quench the trooper’s pain. In the glow radiating off your body you could see sweat was glistening on his brow -and you could feel his inner struggle with being very turned on.

When this last trooper was resting peacefully beneath you, you sighed and began to dismount the man. Cody’s hands were on your waist lifting you like you weighed nothing. He kept them on you as he steadied you on your feet. You felt the tiniest twitch of his fingertips pressing into you, sensed a crack in his resolve, looked up in his eyes and saw a flash of an image- of yourself.

You saw yourself from his eyes, naked, keening. Tan hands squeezed your breasts. Then two more paler hands appeared over his, a sandy-haired head and a beard behind you. Sensation overwhelmed you and you could feel their mouths on your neck. Cody removed his hands and it all vanished from your mind leaving you breathless and faint.

The lights brightened in the room. You stood there, one hand on the bed as you grounded yourself back in reality and put the pieces together from your encounters on the tarmac and Cody’s apparent fantasy. Was, was that really-

“Pardon me, please.” You were snapped out of your reverie by the little AZ droid buzzing around you to release the restraints it had put the three troopers in. Your feet felt heavy as you made your way back to your clothing, got dressed and checked yourself in the reflection of a large metal cabinet. You glanced around for Cody who had retrieved his helmet and was fiddling with it looking a little nervous.

You walked toward him and could tell he was feeling some sadness and guilt. He looked at you with a little bit of fear. “Thanks for the help. I couldn’t have done that without you, Commander,” you said, beaming gratitude at him. He set his helmet down on a counter and seemed to set his jaw.

“Why do you care about us? Why did you do that for them?” He searched your eyes.

You stepped closer and lifted your face to his with a steady gaze. “I do this because I can, Commander.” You paused then, looking down at your foot, kicking at a stray empty bacta vial on the floor, thinking about all the lost time from being captured, all the troopers you would never get to meet. You put your hand on your chest. “It hurts my heart that I was trapped and unable to use my abilities for good like this for so long.” You put your other hand on his armored chest. “I care greatly for you clones, you are just as human as I am and worthy of the care I can give. I hope I can save as many as possible.” You looked up at him, he seemed dazzled and in a bit of shock. Hoping that a change of subject will put him in a more familiar frame of mind, you added with a pat to his chest, “But right now that includes getting back to Kix and Echo. Echo is key to taking back Anaxes.”

“How do you figure that?” he asked, still a little mesmerized by your declaration.

“Because he’s seen the Separatists from the inside out and knows how to take them down with his…his hardware.” Cody’s face winced a tiny bit. You stepped back, heading toward the door, “Get your helmet, Commander,” you said in a mock order over your shoulder.

He smiled slightly and reached for his helmet, tucked it under his arm. You approached the door raising your hand to tap the panel to open it. Cody’s hand reached out and caught yours. He pulled you around till you were close enough to feel his body heat from between his armor plates.

“Thank you,” he said, his deep amber eyes flicking between yours. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for my men, for Echo.”

“You’re welcome, Commander,” you breathed with a smile. Finally, he was coming around.

“What you did for those men- were you feeling their pain? Can you read minds?” He asked cautiously.

You squeezed his hand. “Your mind is safe and sound around me, Commander. Everyone’s is- I don’t trespass on people’s thoughts, or sneak around force-peeping under their armor, and I actually can’t -like do harm with the force, it’s a mental block or something.” you felt your cheeks get hot and you squinted a little in an apologetic way. “But I do feel emotions from people and hear and see anything they want me to. Or if the thought is loud enough, close enough. And yes,” you hardened your eyes and closed them with a frown for a moment and looked up at him again, “I felt their pain. Like it was my own.”

He inhaled and seemed to hold his breath. Then he slid his hand up your arm and cupped your face. He leaned his forehead to yours pressing it there. His thoughts and emotions were roiling and pounding like high seas against the barrier he harbored them in. But he let one slip out. A flower. He gave you a flower with his thoughts. you saw his viewpoint again and his hand tucking it behind your ear. Now where did he learn how to do that? He drew back and the vision vanished. “Let’s get you back to Kix and Echo,” he said, not meeting your eyes. You could feel his flusteredness and smiled at him, the big capable warrior, Marshall Commander at that, hot and bothered and distracted- by little old you -and thinking about flowers. These clone boys were all the same deep down. And even deeper down, well best not to dwell on that.

“Thank you, Commander, lead the way,” you said.

“Call me Cody,” he said and slipped his helmet on his head. You looked over your shoulder before the doors closed and saw that third trooper up on an elbow watching you go, the AZ trying to get him to lay flat again. You waved at him and he raised his hand as the doors slid shut.

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