#crash is my 212th medic. i love him

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i've been working on something for... quite a while. i'm not ready to share the whole thing yet (read: it's not even close to being finished), but this part of it, while mostly unedited, can stand pretty well on its own, so have a little bit of smitten obi-wan. as a treat.

*eta bc i forgot the first time: ~2k, canon-typical mentions of death but nothing graphic, mostly fluff

the rest of the work is not like this.

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XXXVII. START WARS AND BURN CITIES

When he and Cody and the 212th had liberated planets from the Separatists — although he muses, now, that they had not done much liberating at all, if the end result was the desolate fear-space the galaxy has become — there had often been more time spent cleaning up the aftermath of their battles than there had been actually fighting. The machine of war was not a tidy one, and Obi-Wan hated to leave innocent people in a worse state than he had found them. 

Often, during these pseudo-recovery times, he was excluded from the physical labor. Cody tended to push Obi-Wan off into the command tent to fill out the hundreds of forms that came with successful completion of a campaign, saying, “There are thousands of vod’e, sir, and only one of you,” but Obi-Wan saw it for what it really was — a chance (an order) to rest “for once in your kriffing life, General.”

Obi-Wan, after the first few campaigns, never argued. Crash would be on his ass for trying to help with cleanup anyway, and he did so despise being hauled to the medbay. 

Though his stack of requisition forms and reports to write and casualty lists was always far larger than he cared to admit, Obi-Wan was, despite his field ban, never one to sit idle in command after a battle. He would, instead, crank out as much flimsiwork as he could before his body began to ache with the stillness of it all, and then he would mingle with the troops. The shinies, especially, were emboldened by his presence among them. They were so young, even the veteran troopers, and anything he could do to ease the pain of a life defined by war was an obligation, even if it was just a kind word here or there. 

He was never content with the mental state of his men. Even after a decisive victory, or a battle with minimal casualties, or a skirmish with none at all, there was a sharp edge to their presences in the Force. Their hands shook ever so slightly and their smiles were never quite genuine and their eyes were constantly moving, observing, calculating. 

The war lived inside all of them, himself included. The thing was, though, that Obi-Wan had had those few glorious years, before Qui-Gon and Bandomeer and Melida/Daan and the rest of his life that had come crashing down around him and never stopped, where there was no war in his bones. 

His troops had been born with the war in them, and that was a pain he could not take away.

Even so, he would move through the camp like a fish through water, dropping hands to pauldrons and calling greetings across the expanse of tents. He would bring rations and fill canteens, and linger around medical looking for tasks until Crash told him to stop lurking and go bother somebody who would appreciate it. He’d always wiggled his eyebrows afterward, though, and told Obi-Wan very dramatically where Cody had gotten off to, so it was easy to see that he was never truly upset. Obi-Wan, in return, would blush about sixteen shades of red and very pointedly stalk off in the opposite direction of wherever Cody happened to be.

It was on one such occasion, on a forested planet Obi-Wan can no longer remember the name of, that he had turned away from Crash (and, he’d thought, Cody), only to stumble upon his commander preparing to direct half of Phantom Company through the process of removing a fallen tree that had crushed a house and blocked most of the packed-dirt road stretching through one of the little settlements they’d come planetside to defend. Obi-Wan could have moved the tree himself in a matter of seconds, but. Cody had told him to stay out of the cleanup, and one of his least favorite things in a time with many unpleasantries was upsetting Cody.

So he’d lingered on the outskirts, observing. Phantom acted, of course, as a well-oiled machine, and though fierce pride for his men bubbled up in his chest, Obi-Wan allowed himself a moment of indulgence. He leaned against a still-standing tree just behind the houses across the way from the crushed one, and watched Cody work. He was a study in professionalism, in genius, even when faced with a task so simple as moving debris. Cody burned with a focused intensity that matched the sunburst on his armor as he paced around the tree, and they had spent long enough nights hunched together over sims and holotables that Obi-Wan could easily guess the questions being mentally asked and answered in quick succession: how heavy is the trunk? How many troops do I need to lift it? If we apply more leverage here, will the house be more damaged or less? 

It struck Obi-Wan then that he had not had time for fanciful things like poetry since the war’s beginning — but then again, maybe he didn’t need it. Maybe it had been right in front of him all along.

It was in the midst of this realization that he was pulled out of his thoughts by a presence at his elbow. When he turned, it wasn’t a clone, as he’d been expecting, but one of the locals; a wizened old woman leaning on a painstakingly carved wooden cane. She was not looking at Obi-Wan, but at the troopers as they worked. She was looking at Cody.

She had spoken before Obi-Wan could. “Strange, isn’t it.”

He waited a beat, and then another. She was silent beside him. “That would depend on what it is, I suppose,” he said eventually.

She laughed, though it was more of a huff than anything. The indulgent sort of laugh that comes from a person who knows a joke has been made but who doesn’t really feel like laughing. “All of this. The war, the clones. The Jedi, leading them. You’re not meant for this, are you.”

It wasn’t a question, so he didn’t answer it. “You know,” he murmured, “you’re the first person … outside of all this, to notice that.”

She laughed again. It was no more sincere than the first time. “Am I really on the outside, Master Jedi?” she asked. “Are any of us?”

Obi-Wan knew she was right, so he merely inclined his head. Cody was positioning Phantom around the tree. It looked like his plan was to heave it up and over the houses and the road using applied leverage from the base, and dismantle it for lumber once its position was no longer an immediate problem. It was a good plan, very practical, very Cody, and Obi-Wan couldn’t quite keep a small smile from creeping across his face. 

He startled when the woman spoke again. “Is it worth it, then?”

Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed and he hummed, confused. To protect the innocent, of course the war was worth it. He wasn’t meant for it, none of the Jedi were, but he would fight it a thousand times over to save those who could not save themselves. Why would she ask him that? Why else would he be here?

He felt eyes on him, then, and turned to see the woman finally looking at him and not at his troops. Something in her face reminded him of Yoda, like she had lived a dozen of his lifetimes and known more than he could ever hope to learn. “Is it worth it,” she repeated, and continued, “for him.”

All of the breath left Obi-Wan’s body in a rush. He suddenly felt exposed, uncovered, though he was sure of his safety in the saber hung at his belt and his trusted men not forty meters away. Little gods. Two words was all it took to undo the great Negotiator. But he supposed nobody had ever come so close to his soul with two words before. He was, for the first time in a very, very long time, unsure of what to say.

“I —” he started, and stopped just as quickly, because he’d been about to defend himself, but there was no need to defend in a battle that was already over. He settled on, finally, “He is … very dear to me.”

“You would not have met him without this war.” Something in her voice was sharp, and he knew the words he spoke next would determine whether he passed a test she didn’t even know she was setting. “He would not even exist.”

He chose his response carefully. “No. But sometimes I think — perhaps it would have been a gift, for them, to never have lived at all.” He took a deep breath, steadying. “They have never known anything but war. They were bred for it, raised on it, and now they breathe it and eat it and it haunts their dreams. As much as the idea of it pains me, a galaxy without him in it, he would not exist without his brothers, and they would not exist without the war in their bones.” He turned back, toward Cody, who was helping lift the base of the tree, readying to swing it out away from the road. “How can that be worth it? The misery of millions for the happiness of one?”

The tree was suddenly standing again, propelled into the sky by Cody’s careful placement of force and the sheer brute strength of battle-hardened troopers. It wheeled above them for a moment, rotating, before crashing into the ground and sending up a cheer from the men. Obi-Wan was caught momentarily in the sunbeams of Cody’s victory smile, radiant, glorious, beautiful even from a distance. 

“You love him,” said the woman.

To hear the words out loud tore at something in him. He would never be able to say them himself, but he’d stopped denying the truth of them long ago. “Yes,” he said simply. “He deserves more than this, better than this. I would never wish this existence upon him, and in another life I would never claim this war to be worth it just so I might have the honor of —” the word loving stuck viscerally in his throat and he swallowed around it, “of knowing him again.”

Obi-Wan folded his arms tightly, wishing he had thought to bring his robes with him then, if only for something to do with his hands. Cody, having finished delegating the deconstruction of the tree, had spotted the odd pair and was heading over, bright with his success. 

The woman, looking at Cody and then back at Obi-Wan, huffed that strange not-laugh again. “If you win this war, Master Jedi, will it have been worth it?”

With Cody striding toward him, Obi-Wan was stuck between the sensations of a heart full to bursting with the pain of a love he could never truly have and the gut-punch realization that maybe, someday, he could. He barely managed to gasp out an “Oh, I —” before Cody was upon them, saying, “General, sir, I thought I told you to stay at camp,” but his smile betrayed him, and Obi-Wan found himself grinning back, breathless, and for a brief moment there was no war and no winning and no losing; there was only them, together, and the galaxy was theirs for the taking.

Now, the surface of Tatooine is dark and chilled. Wind whistles around the hut on the edge of the Dune Sea — a sandstorm will hit in the next few days, and in the morning they’ll need to start preparing. The memory of that woman comes back to him, unbidden, and he clings tighter to Cody, wrapped in his arms on Obi-Wan’s lumpy old bed. He thinks of Anakin, as much as it hurts to, and of the thousands of fallen Jedi, and of every clone forced to take the life of innocents, their bodies their own but not their minds. The war lost him everything, everyone, and everywhere he’s ever loved. But little gods. Cody is alive. He’s here, and safe, and they’re together again, his sunshine returned to him. Obi-Wan hates himself for it (hate leads to the dark — please, stop, please), but the worst parts of his soul are screaming it: maybe for this, this small salvation in the ruins, everything had been worth it after all.

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Pricked

Chapter 3 of The Hunt

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Wolffe x Fem!OC, some Comet x Fem!OC

Series summary: The 104th battalion’s new medic Rose comes into the scene dazzling everyone, ready for anything life as a battalion medic will ofer to her after having spent much too long secluded in a medical station orbiting Rishi. While she forms close friendships with the troopers, she and commander Wolffe never seem to get along. As arguments between them heat up, Wolffe is challenged to make Rose fall in love with him, a game that by no means will end well for either of them.

Chapter summary: After the Wolf Pack's success on Aleen, they are sent on a mission to Hoth. The threats of a night at Hoth weigh on Rose, and even after the danger is gone, the unexpected happens regarding Wolffe and another trooper in her squad.

Warnings/tags: Mature (minors still not allowed). allusions to hypothermia, some PTSD and past death mentions if you squint. Mild mentions of blood and descriptions of tending to injuries and other medical treatment. References to sexual acts and seduction, but nothing graphic or explicit for this chapter. Language.

A/N: This is one of my absolute favorite chapters in this series and it's, in my opinion, where things get good. Thank you for reading!

Word count: 8.2k

This fic is ongoing and posted to-date on AO3. Cross-posting on tumblr will be in progress over the next couple of weeks. After that, I’ll pick it up where I left off and post any new chapters on both platforms.

“You mean you’re taking us from the warmth of Aleen to Hoth?!” Boost’s voice was easily a pitch higher than normal.

“The snow-filled, blizzard-every-rotation, blue-balling cold Hoth?” Sinker echoed his buddy.

“I am truly glad to hear you all using such fine expressions,” Plo Koon said through the holographic transmission. “I realize this mission is on short notice, and believe me, I sympathize with your concerns on Hoth’s harsh conditions, but such is the mission.”

Looks were exchanged all around the projector, surrounded by the usual members of the Wolf Pack, Rose now proudly among them. Flanked by Sinker and Comet, she too felt nervous for a moment at the mention of Hoth. She’d seen before what extreme cold was capable of, and as a medic, all she could do was feel a dark sensation lurking over her. She knew better than to sink into it and let it crash her whole system, though. Besides, winter wear always made her look divine. That thought at least made her feel more hopeful.

“Children,” Plo continued. “There is far too much at stake, which is why I yet again will not be going with you. Generals Skywalker and Kenobi require my assistance to infiltrate the Ryloth system, for which we will be counting on the 501st and 212th. While helping Ryloth is pivotal for the Republic, it is also a diversion. I am counting on you to infiltrate the abandoned base on Hoth and bring it to living conditions as well as dig out any intel you can find. Hopefully, it’ll give us a chance to expand Republic territory and give us an advantage.”

“When do we ship out?” Wolffe spoke up to his general, his voice towering in authority over all the others, as was usual for him.

“Tonight, to make matters more efficient,” Plo Koon stated in response.

“What about the Aleena?” Rose asked.

Plo looked at her through the hologram, and though his face was essentially masked, Rose could see how it softened even through the sketchy lines of the hologram.

“Only the main squadron is going on this mission, and a majority of the 104th will either remain on Aleen or head to a different horizon,” Plo Koon answered her. “Not that much more time will be necessary on Aleen. I hear that you have all done an exceptional job with the locals, and I am sure they’re grateful for it. You all have my congratulations.”

“Thank you, sir,” Wolffe told the general while Rose smiled.

“Commander Wolffe, gather your squadron,” Plo Koon instructed. “A venator will take you to a nearby system, but from there, you will have to fly out to Hoth to make sure you’re not detected by Separatists. There is no reason you should, but we cannot take any risks.”

“Excellent, I’ll fly,” Comet winked over at Rose.

“I’ll send over more details of your mission, for now, get ready to ship out, and may the Force be with you,” Plo Koon finished before his holographic image was cut off, leaving for Wolffe to address his squadron.

“You heard him,” Wolffe instructed. “Have all your gear sorted and ready to go in fifteen. I’ll go talk to the captains and inform them of this change. We’re getting on the next gunship off world, understood?”

“Sir, yes sir!” The wolf pack answered in unison.

As the soldiers began to scatter and Rose started making her way to the hospital to gather as much as she could, all the while having the thought of what supplies she’d need most on the mission to Hoth. She was so immersed in it all that she barely reacted in time to not bump into Wolffe, although the commander had already noticed how unfortunately close she was, as well as the bygone look in her eyes.

The night before had moved, almost broken something in him. Whether it was Boost’s dare or some odd spell that witch had worked, Wolffe didn’t find himself rolling his eyes at her as often. She was still cocky and insufferable, but he’d grown to respect some aspects of her now. That much was all he’d allow himself to accept.

“You can stay here if you prefer the warmth,” Wolffe said, his tone brushing her off so much that the sweep of his hand wasn’t even necessary. “I hope that makes you feel better.”

“I hope it doesn’t take you too long to realize you’re going to need me out there,” Rose raised an eyebrow at him.

Wordless, Wolffe began to walk away from her, and though Rose had gotten used to his demeanor, something about her choice of words didn’t completely satisfy her.

“Hey,” she spoke again, her eyes nearly flinching when they came in contact with Wolffe’s. His gaze was almost suffocating, but she managed to keep herself afloat under it. “Hoth isn’t a joke, it’s dangerous out there. I hope you won’t need me, but I’m definitely going.”

Wolffe’s lips seemed to tilt upwards for a mere fraction of a second, so quick Rose wouldn’t jump to the conclusion that what he’d shown her was as much of a smile he was capable. She didn’t have that much faith in him yet. Still, the commander took a step closer to her, hovering mere inches away from her, his predatory gaze still confronting her.

“It’s not as if you had a choice; unfortunately, you’re part of the squadron now,” Wolffe growled. “But I’m almost proud of you, bunny, at least now you’ve shown you have a heart.”

He walked off, brushing past her shoulder, leaving the medic only able to frown after him.

“I still wonder the same about you,” she called loud enough for him to hear before her voice faded into a whisper. “Insufferable…” She rolled her eyes and lightly pinched her bottom lip, if only to release some of the tension and continue processing what an ass he could be. And what was even worse, and she hated to admit, was that she’d be counting on that rivalry to not think of things turning out badly in Hoth.

“Commander being a dick again?” Comet nudged Rose out of her trance, only just then picking up on how nervous she seemed. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Just thinking,” Rose said. “Not about Wolffe, though. It’s Hoth that troubles me.”

“We all hate it, but we’ll be fine,” Comet comforted her. “They wouldn’t have assigned us this mission if we weren’t up to the task. Now stop pinching that lip, you’ll smudge that perfect lipstick of yours.”

Rose held a giggle in when she noticed the sly grin Comet looked at her with, only to jab him playfully when he began walking off to the hospital.

“Come on, I’ll help you get your things packed,” he winked.

“And why aren’t Boost and Sinker here tripping over themselves trying to beat you to the whole gentleman act?” Rose chuckled.

“Don’t know, don’t care, for now I’m clearly the smarter one,” Comet reached out and took her hand. “Now come on, we’ve got about twelve minutes left.”

From outside the tent where the captains were settled for the Aleen occupation, Wolffe watched as Comet led Rose to the hospital.

*

The Wolf Pack was widely known across the Grand Army of the Republic as an efficient, no-bullshit squad. Upon arriving at the venator from Aleen, it had taken the whole squad under fifteen minutes to be in their winter armor as well as any equipment they might need and back at the hangar to get on their shuttle. They were briefed one more time on what their mission would consist of: get to Hoth, find the base, restore its power, gather intel, leave it up and running for future arrivals, and most importantly, don’t succumb to the cold. That last part had Rose chilling to the bone.

She felt she’d even overdone her winter wear, but she wasn’t in the mood to risk anything. Normally she wouldn’t wear a helmet, but she was given one to protect her from Hoth’s cold air. She wore a large, dark gray scarf, a basic black body glove with another one above it, thicker and specifically designed for cold weather, her usual armor, snow boots, and a pair of kama to cover her thighs.

Even in the great speeds of hyperspace, the flight to Hoth was long. The charisma of the clones surrounding her helped pass the time, most of it dedicated to leisure or resting, which they all needed desperately after the efforts on Aleen. A discreet alarm blared when the ship was about to jump out of hyperspace, taking the whole squad over to the cockpit. Comet sat at the left on the main pilot’s seat, Sinker in the copilot seat, and Wolffe stood in the middle as they all looked down at the massive snowball in front of them.

“Do we all know what we’re doing?” Wolffe verified.

“Get down there and power up the base,” Boost said. “Easy enough.”

“We’ll have to find it first,” Rose commented. “The coordinates we were given were only an estimate, and we also have to consider the possibility that it’s going to be all covered in snow.”

“We’ve got scanners for that,” Boost reassured.

“Which won’t work if we land in a blizzard, not if the wind’s too strong,” said Corvis.

“We’ll make do,” Wolffe said as Comet input the given coordinates in the navigation computer. The pilot examined them carefully and double-checked them as though something were wrong, after which he looked at the rest of the squad with a hint of worry in his gaze.

“Bad news,” he said.

“What is it?” The commander prompted.

“It’s nighttime where we’re going,” Comet responded, pointing to the nav computer.

“Are you sure?” Rose asked him. “How many hours left?”

“At least six before the sun even begins to rise.”

“Maybe we could try and scan for the base from here in the ship,” Rose proposed.

“It’ll be wasted time in a blizzard,” Wolffe told her.

“Then we wait,” Rose boldly responded to the commander. “Nighttime is going to be way colder than in the day; a few seconds of not having adequate protection will already cause damage on the body. As your medic, I can’t take that risk lightly.”

“I would have beaten you to the recommendation, but we don’t have the time,” Wolffe replied. “General Plo’s counting on us, and their diversion on Ryloth will only last so long. We don’t have another choice.”

When Rose didn’t keep up with her stubborn and insufferable arguing like Wolffe expected her to, he got the feeling something was wrong. Like a hunter, he sought out her eyes only to find that they uneasily darted to the side, nervously looking at Hoth’s atmosphere the lower the ship got, further engulfing all of them under the sea of clouds and snow.

Despite the blizzard, Comet was able to land the shuttle smoothly, and indeed, it was the middle of the night in the given coordinates. Outside the shuttle’s windshield, they could only see for a few meters ahead with the light that the shuttle’s beacons provided, and beside the snowy ground, all they could see were the large snowflakes swarming around before fading into darkness.

Even without Rose’s concern, it looked like a nightmare out there. Realizing his squad had reason not to love the plan ahead of them, Wolffe faced them all, clutching his helmet in his left arm.

“I don’t like the idea of endangering my squad, but I also know if there’s any squad up to the task, it’s us,” he said. “Either way, let’s perform a scan first from here, see if we can find anything.”

Every pair of eyes on Wolffe either showed relief or disbelief, with Rose’s showing a little bit of both.

“Those two agreed on something?” Boost whispered, rather loudly, over to Sinker on his right. “Has hell frozen over?”

“Look outside, of course it has,” Sinker snickered as he gestured at the snowy world.

With a nod to Wolffe, Corvis had the ship’s computers perform the scan. Everybody kept silent, and the only noises peering above their breathing were the wind outside and the whirring of the scanner as well as the rhythmic beeping that came from the computer.

“Any luck?” Rose spoke after a while.

“The signal picked up what seems to be a metallic structure, which I’ll go ahead and be optimistic and say it could be the base,” Corvis answered. “It’s three klicks south.”

Three klicks weren’t much, but it was certainly an intimidating distance when it came to a blizzard in the dark.

“I’d offer to take the ship, but her engines seem to be cooling—” Comet was explaining when the lights inside the shuttle cut off for a few brief seconds before coming on again, flickering a couple times before they shut down and left any reserve power for the main systems.

“Ships aren’t meant to land on the outside of Hoth, apparently,” Comet continued. “As I was saying, searching for the base from the air won’t be an option, not until there’s any sunlight we can foster to heat up the engines again.”

“We’ll have to go on foot,” Wolffe said. “Everyone gear up, we’re moving out.”

Rose knew there was no way they even had a choice to stay inside the ship for the night; much as she hated to admit, Wolffe was right in that Plo Koon and the other Jedi needed this base to be found and brought to living condition as soon as possible, but the ship’s conditions wouldn’t make spending a night there ideal either. The metal would get to below-freezing temperature, and there was only so much temperature the ship could isolate. At least with their armor, they’d all be able to survive, provided they didn’t split up or encountered any active dangers.

As Rose shuddered, she convinced herself it was because of the cold, nothing else.

Everyone was fully armored and each trooper held a potent lantern that could light the way a good thirty meters ahead; Wolffe, Sinker, and Boost even had jetpacks of their own for whatever they may need them for. Heading south, the pack kept a line formation. Corvis was at the very front with the scanner, hoping to lead the way for the rest of the pack, and Sinker kept him close company. After him was Boost, followed by Rose not too far behind, Comet, and Wolffe at the back to make sure nobody got left behind.

The blizzard didn’t leave much room for ability to follow each other’s tracks, but everybody’s trail of lights took care of that problem. As for the snow in itself, it wasn’t a big problem for clone troopers who were all pretty tall, but for someone shorter like Rose, it wasn’t very comfortable if the snow wasn’t packed enough for her to simply walk on top of it. Still, she managed through it the way she always did, and at least she wasn’t slowing down their trail. She just hoped she wouldn’t have to hear any snarky comments from Wolffe on the matter whenever they arrived at the base. All of them wordless due to the unspeakable cold, they kept their trail towards the south for what seemed to take them ages, so long that they crossed those three klicks and found nothing.

“Talk to me, Corvis,” Wolffe said through the comms as they all held their position.

“It’s very likely the signal got jammed because of the blizzard,” Corvis replied. “The reading was wrong because of that.”

“You mean the base could be anywhere?” Boost asked.

“We’re on the right track, the direction reading was fine, but it could be anywhere from another klick to another ten,” Corvis concluded.

“Then we have to keep moving,” Wolffe said. “Straight ahead, right?”

“Yes, commander.”

“Alright then, move ahead.”

A heavy sigh overtook Rose, and she didn’t even notice when Comet had caught up to her, bumping her back into reality with a nudge to her shoulder.

“You cold?” he asked her. “You’ve been really quiet.”

Rose finally resumed her walking pace and was glad she was wearing a helmet that could hide her nervous smile. “Barren, below-freezing snow deserts like this one always get me on edge.”

“How come?”

She grimaced. “It’s a long story. I promise to tell you later, alright?”

“Whenever you’re ready,” he gave her a light squeeze on the shoulder, granting her some spare motivation she’d need to keep her composure the rest of the way.

She retook her place several meters ahead of Comet, and they all continued their walking. Everyone except for Corvis had lost count of how many klicks away from the ship they were, but in due time, they reached a hill that looked both promising and intimidating, mostly because of the way the snow seemed to cumulate at its skirts, making it deeper and far more difficult to pass than other spots they’d already crossed. Everyone carefully treaded upwards on the hill, their morale not suffering all that much until a dark, foreign rumbling that almost seemed to boom with premonition filled the air around them.

“What’s that?” Comet’s voice came in through the comms.

“Tremors,” Corvis said. “I hope you can all keep your balance.”

Though Corvis had tried to keep their spirits up, everyone was thinking the same thing: when it came to snow and mountains, a tremor would case some of that snow to move, to put it lightly. The shaking of the ground felt like a nightmare to Rose; a snow world like that one was already to be feared and respected without any seismic activity, this was just as if the Force itself had wanted to spite her. The shaking felt like it lasted for a long time, and even after Corvis had declared the quaking had stopped, Rose still felt her legs quiver beneath her, and as if that weren’t bad enough, as surely as they’d all predicted, the snow from the hill began to flow downwards in swift cascades.

“Steady, there’s not too much danger now,” Wolffe told everyone through the comms. “Let’s get to the top, and move carefully. We don’t want the mountain coming down on us.”

Yet again, it just wasn’t the way Rose would have wanted to agree with Wolffe.

The first minute following the tremor wasn’t very difficult, and the snow had only fallen in a soft motion, but the more the movement built up on itself and rippled onto the rest of the snow on the hill, more of it began to move quicker, some of it flowing in waves, some of it in snowballs that became dangerously larger as they rolled downwards. Dodging them and staying afloat was the real challenge, one that the whole wolf pack seemed to excel in. Still halfway up the hill, the danger wasn’t over yet, and they all continued running upwards as fast as they could at Wolffe’s instruction if only to save their lives from the merciless cold.

Flashes of everyone’s lanterns momentarily blinded Rose, each one making her feel more uneasy to the point where she wondered if it would ever be over. Despite that, she continued treading as carefully as she could in the middle of the tension, fueled by Comet’s encouragement not too far behind her as he’d managed to put some pieces together and notice how worked up she was.

“Look out!”

Before Rose could even begin to speculate which of the clones the voice belonged to, the yelp shoving her away from any thoughts that drained her attention from the present moment that clearly needed it more, she noticed a large snowball nearly of her height rolling down toward her.

“Comet, careful!” She called just as she dodged the snowball, turning around hoping Comet would have dodged it better than she could, but instead finding that she couldn’t see him, and worse, she could hear his cries getting farther. With fear, she aimed her lantern behind her and barely saw him rolling before he got out of her sight.

“Comet!” Rose yelled loud, worried, and without hesitation, she ran in the direction Comet had gone.

“Rose, wait!” Sinker called after her, determined to find her and Comet, when Wolffe emerged into view from the shadows of the blizzard.

“Get everyone to the top!” The commander ordered, and he immediately followed after Rose.

Rose felt she wasn’t able to run fast enough, each second meaning a higher risk, a higher chance of him being lost. Not again, she repeated in her mind like a mantra. I can’t be too late, not this time. She took off the front of her chest plate and used it as a sled, keeping her lantern on at all times until she finally got a visual of Comet, body half deep in the snow.

“Shit, where’s your helmet?!” Rose called in alarm seeing how weakened he already was, his kind eyes now grayly shadowed in the cold. It was too dark to make out any details, but being even a few seconds in the dangerously low temperatures of a Hoth blizzard at night could not leave anyone unharmed if they didn’t have proper protection, of which, only his helmet was providing on his face. Struggling, Rose tried her best to get Comet out of the snow, but she seemed to be failing. In the little time that had gone by, the snow was packed tight, and each second would make it harder for Rose to get him out of there.

Rose was beginning to frustrate more; seeing how she wasn’t successful, she took off her own scarf and wrapped it around Comet, proceeding to trying and still failing to pull him out of the snow. She was panting loudly and calling out for help when she felt another pair of hands approach her and grab Comet. Even the two of them couldn’t get Comet out of there, and just as Rose regained some focus, she noticed it was Wolffe who had come to aid.

It had all happened menacingly quickly, and besides the threat of not being able to get Comet out of there, boulders of snow continued to brush dangerously close to them. Rose’s entire mental space was taken up by the need to save Comet, and it was almost too late before she noticed a snowball well about her size rolling toward her. A loud gasp escaping her was the only warning, and bracing herself for impact, she then heard the sound of the snowball impacting something else followed by Wolffe grunting as he’d stepped in front of her to take the blow.

But that had sent him rolling too, and Rose wasn’t in the mood to have to save two people. Reacting as quickly as she could, and mustering strength she didn’t know she had, Rose lunged forward and took Wolffe’s hand before he rolled further down the hill and suffered Comet’s same fate. The two struggled in their grip; Rose could hear him groan, and with some of the light from her lantern, she could notice some of Wolffe’s blood escaping in drops onto the snow from his torso, most likely caused by the impact he’d shielded her from. Thoughts continued swarming around her until Rose was finally able to bring him back up with the help of his jetpack, and the two were finally poised next to each other in front of Comet.

Wolffe dug himself into the snow as well and powered his jetpack up at full speed, ultimately melting some of the snow around them while Rose continued pulling, and finally they were successful at getting Comet out of the hole. Wolffe unwrapped the scarf from him and handed it over to Rose for her to put back on just as he slid Comet’s helmet back over his head.

“Come on,” Wolffe told Rose. Both of them holding Comet, they made their way slowly back up the hill until someone shot a cable towards them, which they held onto and got up quicker until they were safely back at the top. Now away from the dangers of falling snow, Rose and Wolffe panted to recover while Boost made their way up to them and pointed to the bottom of the other side of the hill.

“We made it,” he said. “The base is right ahead.”

“We have to hurry,” Rose told Wolffe, who immediately agreed with her.

Much to their luck, going downhill was far easier than going uphill, especially now that Wolffe and Rose had to carry Comet the rest of the way. Others had offered to help, but Rose refused to let anyone else be with him. She had to see it out till the end, and she knew in her gut that she was the one who had to make sure Comet would make it.

The squadron waited patiently at the large hangar door of the base while Corvis and Boost got to working on the door’s controls. Soon enough, they managed to restore power to the main entry and get the door open just enough for them to get inside, after which they closed it again, finally sheltering them from the deadly blizzard outside. The inside of the base was dark, secluded, even eerie, but everyone could feel without a mistake that even without power, it wasn’t as cold as it was outside, and that was already a win. In the meantime, they all still had to rely on their lanterns until power was restored inside.

“Rose?” Comet’s voice was so weak it broke the medic’s heart.

Gently, she prompted him to quiet down. “It’s okay. Save it.” The visor of her helmet was pressed up against his, but even in the darkness, it was a detail hard to go unnoticed by the others.

In little time, and to everyone’s relief, the large, blinding-bright lights regained their power and illuminated the empty hangar they were in, spacious due to the lack of ships. Quickly, Corvis faced Rose and Wolffe and showed them a scan of the base.

“The med bay’s not far from here, if you want to take him there,” he began. “We’ve already directed all power where it needs to be, and I’m sure we’ll be warm enough to spend the night here even without all this armor on us.”

“I’ll take care of Comet,” Rose nodded.

“The rest of us should run a search of the whole place, find what we can and can’t use now that power’s been restored. Corvis, get to finding that intel,” Wolffe ordered.

“Yes, commander,” Corvis replied.

As Rose was beginning to take Comet to the med bay, she heard her name being called only for her to turn around and see that each squad member had removed some of their attire for it to be put on Comet.

She was touched and smiled softly at all of them. “Thanks.”

“Let me help you take all of this to the med bay,” Sinker beat Wolffe to the offer, leaving the rare occasion of the commander being sidelined when he’d seen the perfect opportunity to act on the whole Rose matter. Instead, he watched as Sinker and Rose took Comet to the med bay.

Not only was he sick of the sight, he was even sicker at how uneasy it made him feel, but it was a sensation he had nonetheless.

*

Rose had gotten to work like the professional she was. She quickly sterilized the med bay, pleased to have found it in decent condition with functioning equipment despite how long the base had been abandoned. She put Comet on one of the beds and removed his armor to find both of his body gloves had been soaked; his lips were turning darker and his skin was ice cold to the touch. Rose removed the soaked clothing from him and she stripped down to remove her own body gloves to put them on him. She took a spare body glove from her pack, one of the thicker ones that would be enough to shield her from the cold inside the base, and her armor and scarf would finish the job of keeping her warm.

But Comet was the priority. Now that he was in dry clothing, Rose managed to find blankets and towels while rummaging in the med bay’s cabinets. She sterilized those too, and after warming them as best as she could with the med bay’s equipment, she put a makeshift warm press on Comet’s chest wall and later covered him up with the remaining blankets she could find, only leaving his face exposed. In the meantime, she figured it would be enough while he slept. She’d monitor his breathing and heart rate, and while he rested, Rose put some water to heat to have a warm beverage ready for Comet whenever he woke up.

All wrapped up in those blankets, Comet seemed to be sleeping more peacefully than ever, his steady breath indicating he was deep in slumber, as if he hadn’t been in fatal danger less than an hour before that. Rose remained by his side, sitting on one of the chairs she’d pulled up to his bedside, deep in thought. Besides all the thoughts already spiraling in her mind, she desperately convinced herself Comet was fine. She’d been able to save him.

“What you did was really dangerous,” Wolffe’s voice suddenly filled the little room, startling Rose.

She looked at him with the eyes of a small animal, vulnerable, staring down its predator, ready to take any venom Wolffe would want to spit at her.

“I’m not reprimanding you,” Wolffe continued. “That was really brave.”

Rose softened, though there was still hurt in her eyes when she looked away from Wolffe and back at Comet. “You learn by making the worst mistakes.”

“I don’t know who you weren’t able to save before, but you saved Comet, and that counts,” Wolffe’s voice was rough, authoritarian, although his words were nothing but comfort directed at Rose.

Slowly, Rose looked at Wolffe again with big, sincere eyes. “I wouldn’t have been able to get him out of there by myself.”

Rose wanted to say something else. Wolffe knew it too, and it was obvious to both of them she was struggling to get the words out.

“I know,” Wolffe saved her from having to thank him.

And for the first time, Wolffe saw her genuinely smile at him; a soft, worried smile, nonetheless, that the commander concluded only stemmed from her still unending concern for Comet, and that only reminded Wolffe how she really felt towards him. It seemed as if it would have to continue that way for the time being.

“Shit,” Rose spat when she noticed the blood stains on Wolffe’s armor. “I forgot about your wound.”

“It’s not that serious,” Wolffe replied.

“It’s my job. Now get on that bed,” she gestured to one a couple beds away from Comet’s.

With a sigh, Wolffe did as she said and got on the bed. Rose looked at him with serious eyes, and then her eyes darted over to his torso.

“You’ll have to take that off,” she said.

Rose went back to the cabinets to get her first aid kit, and by the time she returned with Wolffe, his armor was off as well as his blacks, leaving his whole upper body exposed as well as the large cut he had on his chest. Rose admitted it was worse than she imagined, but she got to cleaning it and tending to it straight away. As she worked the gauze over his wound, Wolffe grimaced at the initial sting of the sterilizer working on the cut until she finally applied a balm on it before the bandage, all while the memory of Wolffe jumping in front of her to shield her from the large snowball invaded her mind. It could have been her; the team would have been left without a medic, and that would have had a much worse ending.

Rose felt the words bundle up in her throat, refusing to come out even though the sentiment was real. It was only then that she noticed she’d rested her hands on Wolffe’s abdomen, idle and only feeling his warmth. Reality hit her and her gaze darted over to meet his, and his eyes were already on hers. She didn’t quite know what to make of them. They were rough as usual, but he had on an expression she hadn’t seen in him before.

“Thanks,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper while her serious expression remained unchanged.

Wolffe could have chuckled, feeling triumphant over her, but he thought back to what he and Boost had discussed that first night on Aleen. To have her thank him as opposed to the usual arguing they had going on, Wolffe felt it could be prudent to see this as progress. Perhaps he was closer to completing his challenge than he thought.

“Don’t mention it,” he said, his tone of voice low as well.

Softly, Comet stirred in his slumber, unconditionally drawing all of Rose’s attention back to him while Wolffe kept his eyes trailed on her, hoping somehow he could get her to look at him again just by that act, just by how much he wanted her to look at him.

“It seems you took good care of him,” Wolffe said. “What type of flower did you give him?”

Annoyance showed up in Rose’s eyes when she looked at Wolffe again, and he could swear he’d only seen her be that serious few times before.

“You know what?” Rose snarled. “He needs me more than you,” she slapped his chest gently, but just enough for the wound to burn harmlessly, reveling in the way he grimaced. “Good thing you won’t miss my hippie, flower-loving, unorthodox methods while I’m caring for him though.”

And he watched her sway her hips as she walked away from him, realizing he’d blown his chances in the meantime, but a smirk found its way to his lips nonetheless.

“You can see yourself out,” Rose said as she made her way out of the med bay. “I need to find another blanket for him.”

Swiftly, she made her way out the door and past a confused Boost who was just going there to check up on her and Comet, but he wound up cackling at the sight of Wolffe splattered shirtless in the med bay.

“What?” Wolffe growled.

“Things getting hot in here?” Boost wiggled his eyebrows.

“Don’t be daft,” Wolffe answered and sat up to put his armor back on. “I don’t know why I even listened to you.”

“I didn’t tell you to do anything,” Boost said. “You’re the one who wants to bed her—and you’re terrible at it.”

“Be quiet.”

“Seriously, how do you manage to get her that mad?” Boost was still laughing. “Did you see how angry she was when she left?”

Wolffe was well past the point of saying anything, he just glared at Boost as he continued suiting up, but that didn’t have the intimidating effect he wanted it to.

“Just apologize to her and tell her you like her,” Boost said. “It’s not that hard.”

“I’m doing fine without any advice from you,” Wolffe snarled back.

“Fine, but when she and Comet are a thing, don’t come whining.”

Wolffe stopped in his tracks at Boost’s final comment and he looked over at the soldier with anger. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the way they get along,” Boost said. “By now they’re even closer than she is with Sinker, and they go way back. They do almost everything together.”

Wolffe stole a glance at Comet, who lay covered in blankets two beds away from him, and the commander finally stood up and headed for the door of the med bay.

“She’s still galling and infuriating, if she winds up being someone else’s problem, I won’t be bothered,” Wolffe barely looked over his shoulder.

“Keep telling yourself that,” Boost said as he left the med bay alongside him.

If it came down to it, Wolffe felt he would have no other choice but to convince himself of that.

The remaining hours of the night were hectic with all the movement made by the relatively small squadron when it came to claiming an entire base, but with power restored, tasks were only long and not at all difficult. Corvis got his hands on all the intel stored within the base’s computers, which provided other key points in Hoth in which other bases or structures could potentially be established, and it even provided intel on those same characteristics on nearby planets, which would be most useful to the Republic. Meanwhile, the rest of the squad, with the exception of Rose and Comet, took to powering up old protocol droids and astromechs, testing which stored vehicles still worked, and they even found a water supply and cargo of nonperishable rations, after which they cleaned up most of the debris in the main hangar.

In her spare times, Rose cleaned debris off the hallways near the med bay and assorted the equipment to make it better organized for when the place was fully operational. She looked through the supplies and cast out expired medications and unusable gauzes, bandages, and syringes, all set to dump out any and all toxic waste to make the place safer. Once that was done, she went ahead to make sure every amenity installation was fully functional, including the barracks and the mess hall as well as a common room that had a large door that led to the outside. Rose figured it would look wonderful in the daylight, but she didn’t fancy opening it when it was still dark.

The storm had stopped in the ungodly hours of the night, and none of them had gotten any sleep, except for Comet, that is. Rose had informed the others of the common room she found, after which they all took blankets, water, and rations there by the time they were all free for leisure time and Wolffe had contacted General Plo to inform him of their success with the base. Sinker stepped in for Rose in the med bay, and though she was tired, she knew the sun would be rising soon. The rest of the squad figured as much, and they wound up hanging out in the common room Rose had found rather than sleeping.

The chatter of her squadron faded as she walked farther into the snow, the sky clear and blue with the sun shining brightly above, only a couple hours after having risen. With only her armor and another warm coat with a hood, she sunk in the enormous difference between Hoth in a sunny morning and Hoth in a dangerous blizzard night. It almost seemed like a different planet, but she was glad to see that peaceful sunrise greeting her after the dark hours behind her.

What had happened with Comet stirred up unwanted memories in her. Times with her squadrons before she went off to the medical station orbiting Rishi hadn’t always been easy, and though she hadn’t had many losses in her hands, the few she had still hurt deeply. If anything had happened to Comet… if she’d lost him, she never would have been able to forgive herself, just as she still hadn’t forgiven herself for the troopers she hadn’t been able to save, even when she’d done everything that was in her hands.

It was ironic, because in many ways, she loved the cold. She loved snow. The chilly feeling nipping at her nose and the whimsical hues of white, gray, and light blue were always soft on her, even for a woman who reveled in wearing dark colors and red lipstick. Despite how scared she was of coming to Hoth, and even in spite of her worst fears showing themselves before her eyes, Rose acknowledged how peaceful it was. She hadn’t had such a peaceful morning in years.

It was hard not to look at Rose’s silhouette out there in the snow from inside the base. She always carried herself almost regally, with confidence, dignity, spice. Rose was like a rare delicacy, an exotic flower that only bloomed once a year in the very center of its native planet that only few who were fortunate would ever see. And out there in the snow, leaving footprint after footprint as she wandered, Rose seemed almost younger. She seemed vulnerable, soft; every trooper in there wanted to protect her from a danger that wasn’t even there, and that wasn’t an emotion Rose would provoke in others until she was seen for who she truly was.

Wolffe thought as much as he looked at her, while Rose was oblivious to his observing her; a wolf stalking a bunny until the time was right to take the leap and claim his prey. But when his presence was known in the common room, all attention was on him, and he’d have to push Rose out of his mind for the time being. Proudly, he looked at his wolf pack, not once having doubted they’d be capable of completing the mission, but even then, they’d exceeded all his expectations.

“Well, gentlemen, I think it’s safe to say mission accomplished,” Wolffe said. “We did it with time to spare and now all we have to do is wait for the general’s arrival. Use this time to relax, you’ve all earned it.”

“Even me?” Rose’s voice filled the room and, as usual, drew all pairs of eyes to her. Her regular aura had returned and she was now smiling slyly at Wolffe, awaiting his response.

“Especially you,” Wolffe said.

Behind his back, looks were exchanged among the other troopers, all of them shocked at what Wolffe had said, and even more so when they found there was no sarcasm in it. Even Rose looked surprised, but she had to admit, it was fun to have Wolffe give her some dignified treatment for once.

“You saved Comet’s life and that’s the single greatest achievement of the night,” Wolffe continued. “It’s a debt none of us will be able to repay.”

Rose slowly shook her head, her red lips softly curved in a smile. “It was my duty and my pleasure.”

“And speak of the devil!” Sinker’s voice boomed into the lounge as she excitedly presented Comet walking in with him, still wrapped in blankets, but looking like he had high hopes. Everyone greeted him happily, and Rose was undoubtedly happy too, but her medic instinct to worry about his health kicked in as she made his way to him without hesitation, her eyes soft as if he were the only one in the room with her.

It sickened Wolffe, and he felt awful that he felt that way, but it didn’t change the feeling in the least.

The troopers took their seats around the lounge and opened up the rations to snack on while Rose faced Comet not far from the hallway he’d come in through, both of them looking each other in the eyes.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Rose asked him, pressing the back of her palm to his cheek to check on his temperature.

“I’m tired, but I’m fine,” he replied. “I thought it was about time I got up and did something.”

“Well, all the urgent tasks are done, so your task is to rest, got it?” She was smiling, but Comet could see through the worry in her eyes.

He chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.” Comet then noticed the darkness under her eyes, and his kind eyes shifted into concern, mimicking the one she had for him. “Have you slept at all?”

“No,” she replied. She grasped Comet’s shoulders and gave them a squeeze, letting her hands travel down his arms until her hands were off him so she could turn around and face the hallway, only for Comet to stop her.

“Where are you going?” He asked softly.

“To get more blankets,” she smiled. “I won’t be long.”

“Rose, you’ve already done a lot,” Comet said.

Her smile widened a bit. “I’m a medic. I can never do enough.”

“Well, promise me you’ll sleep afterwards.”

“I will,” she reassured.

Comet then leaned in, tenderly smiling at her as he rested his forehead on hers, their gazes locked softly as Rose seemed to return the smile. Her breath fanned over him, and though he’d been covered in blankets for hours on end, nothing compared to the warmth of her breath and her overall presence. Comet lifted his gaze and pressed his lips to her forehead for a short kiss before leaning down and looking into her eyes again.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered back. Rose smiled one more time before heading over to the hallway, only to be stopped again by Boost’s loud celebrating.

“Wolf Pack, we did it again!” He yelled.

Simultaneously, the troopers of the squadron echoed his celebrating and they all howled proudly, marking their territory and their success. Rose smiled widely as she witnessed the scene, happy to be able to spend time with such a fine group of men, and she looked at them a bit more before disappearing into the hallway.

Rose knew where all the other blankets were in the med bay and it didn’t take her long to go and get them, and by the time she returned to the hallway and nearly reached the lounge, she took notice of Wolffe waiting at the room’s doorway as well as the way his eyes landed on her. Rose gave him a smile, not surprised to find Wolffe’s expression didn’t change much, and she stopped in front of him looking up at the commander, unable to deny the power he conveyed.

“These should be enough,” Rose said. “Maybe we should also close the door to the outside, I don’t want to mess with Comet’s recovery.”

“It’s been taken care of,” Wolffe said with his usual tone of voice, though Rose thought she saw a flash of something in his eyes when she brought up the subject. “Why didn’t you howl?”

She chuckled, her voice a playful purr that only taunted the commander, eyes the very ghosts of sin. “Bunnies don’t many any noises, do they?”

Wolffe then took a step forward, pushing Rose back onto the wall until his arms were caging her, his body towering over hers and his lips dangerously close to her. He was scowling, as he usually did, but he wore the eyes of a hunter that threatened to tear her apart in delicious ways, all of them unspeakably filthy and luscious, and what scared Rose even more was that she felt like letting him.

“They do if they’re cornered,” Wolffe growled at her.

Rose’s chest heaved up and down; she looked so small and excruciatingly adorable that Wolffe felt like he could end his challenge there, finally get it over with. All he needed was her approval, one word that would let him in and make her his, and every second made the pressure threaten to make him lose his sanity. When Rose’s eyes met his, and his name escaped her lips in a soft, innocent voice, Wolffe had to claw the wall for restraint.

She was torn. What was happening with Wolffe? And apart from that, what was happening with Comet? And why, after making it so clear he hated her, was Wolffe making a move on her? Wanting Wolffe to take her felt wrong, but so did pushing him away. He’d done it. He’d indeed cornered her, and for a moment, Rose felt she’d give in.

But ultimately, Rose chose to bring her aura of regality back and smile with all her wit, even scoff at the commander.

“You misunderstood me,” she whispered. “I still don’t like you.”

Swiftly, she broke off from Wolffe’s grip and made her way back into the lounge, offering blankets to whoever wanted them. She gave an extra one to Comet, of course, who then offered her to sit next to him. She accepted, and when she sat with him, she huddled into him for more warmth underneath the spare blanket, after which the rest of the troopers huddled around them while their chattering and teasing continued.

It all seemed perfect until Wolffe walked back in. His gaze met hers only once, and Rose didn’t know what to make of it. A deep part of her wondered if what she’d said to him was true, but she shook off that thought as her head rested on Comet’s shoulder. But as she looked at Wolffe standing still, facing the outside world where Rose’s tracks were still planted on the snow, Rose wouldn’t find it in herself to draw her eyes away from Wolffe.

Things had escalated too quickly for her liking on all ends, and all she ever hoped for when doing anything in her life was that she’d have no regrets.

Rose wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep that up when it came to Wolffe, but the bunny would have to approach the wolf in order to be sure.

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CAN WE PLEASE GET A PT 2 FOR THE 41 KISS PROMPT W REX OML I CANNOT IT WAS GETTING SO GOOOOODD 😭😭😭😭

ISKSKS I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT

i will most defs do that for you love! am glad you've enjoyed it! I don't remember the exact dialogue so I just... Made it up???? Whoops

Part one is here!

You felt Rex's attention shift to you but you stood your ground, eyes pinned on Krell, the brilliant green shifting against the ever-present darkness rolling around your former master. You could feel it now- the haze of evil, the fog of the Dark Side rolling around him like a mist in a wood.

The captian's blasters were out in his hands and he stood even with you, voice calm but authoritative. "General Krell," He said, calmly. "You're under arrest."

Krell took in the sight of it all- you with your saber resting easily in your hands, Rex standing next to you with his guns drawn, the soldiers moving around you. "Under what charges?"

"Treason against the Republic." Rex moved closer to you, and you shifted your saber, feeling the comforting hum in your fingers.

The men closed in, eyes only on the traitor. Krell's lips pressed into a sneer, and his fingers flexed. "I feared you would say that-" You heard the Force stir before you felt it. "Clone."

The men tumbled back, Krell's sabers whipping out, pushing troopers away. The clone closest to the window crashed through, shattering the glass, and tumbled out, screaming.

You grounded yourself, skidding backwards as the pressure of the force pushed you back. Your head lifted long enough to catch Krell jumping out the shattered window. You stood, running to the ledge and glancing down, Rex behind you. "Kriff," You breathed, starting down. "I'll go directly after him. You take the elevator-"

"Hey," Rex reached out, bumping your arm with his fingers. You turned at looked at his visor, trying to discern some expression, some emotion from that emotionless helmet.

Instead, he drew his hand back, nodding. "Turn on your comm. The second you see him, tell me and wait-"

"No more of your brothers are dying today, Rex." You exhaled, moving back towards the ledge. "Not under my watch." Your breath caught, and you jumped back, tumbling, feeling the air whiz past your ears. You landed heavy, ankles screaming, the impact absorbed by the Force that dwelled around you.

You stood and ran, activating your lightsaber. "Men!" You yelled at a group of 212th troopers. "With me! Don't leave my sights."

You led them into the forest, thick with fog, the plants casting a dim glow on the breath of the twilight. You led the mem, stepping slow, your senses muffled by ringlets of the force around you. "Rex," You said, softly to your comm. "He's close. I can feel him."

"Hang on, General. We're close to you."

You exhaled, softening your voice. "I'll take care of your men. Just get here quick." You tugged your wrist away, saber humming with life.

A man screamed in the distance. You turned, eyes scanning for the familiar haze of blue and green. The sabers moved in violent arcs, aggressive, just as terribly powerful as you remembered him being when you were his padawan.

You ran ahead of the men, who were close to your tail, and you lept upwards, feet planting against foreign fauna, saber swinging. You struck down, just as violent as you had been taught, and two blades rose to meet you.

He swung, the duo of blades moving brilliantly, and you danced between them, twisting and rolling. The clones were yelling at one another in the comms, debating to fire or not, to shoot or not, in lieu of hitting the Jedi that they didn't want to hit.

You tumbled back, your blade still humming, and you glanced up at him, the grey dirt coating your vision. You stood, shakey, hands readjusting.

"My Padawan," Krell sighed, moving towards you. The words suffocated you, and you exhaled, feeling in the force for him- that betrayal earlier, your Captain, was replaced with worry. "You could have been a great service to the dark side." He walked towards you in an arc, and you mimicked it, circling each other slowly. "Instead, you chose some lab-created flesh droid with a hive mind. Does he even feel? Does he know the... Love?" Krell laughed, the sound grating your ribs. "You love him? My padawan is stupid. How unfortunate."

You spun the saber, stopping mid-circle. You began approaching him, head-on, each step a pump of your heart for him, his brothers- Rex. Fives. Jesse. Hardcase. Tup.

You sprinted, hearing Rex's voice in your comms, but the wind rushed past you and blocked his words. Your sabers clashed, and you snarled. "And my master has forgotten one thing-" The presence of Rex closened, pulsed, the fear filling as he heard your blades, your voices.

"And what is that?" Krell leaned in, his blades locked against yours.

You smiled as Rex and his men pushed into the clearing, their voices talking about the many aggressive living plants around the two of you. Your boot hit the rubbery root, and you stepped on it harder, feeling the hiss of the plant under you. "You taught me everything I know."

You shut off your saber and ducked, rolling away from him, and the vines rushing to meet you caught Krell's leg and yanked him up.

The men shot, firing, as you moved back, watching the Krell seeing wildly. You moved back towards Rex, watching him especially, and you get the fear transition to pride, admiration, even, as the General's sabers fell and he hit the ground, unconscious.

"Brilliant, General," Rex exhaled to you, watching his men hurry to cuff Krell.

You nodded, knees shaking, and you deactivated your saber, hand pressing to your thigh. A slow groan escaped your throat, a subtle burn spreading. "Rex-" You hissed, collapsing.

Rex turned instantly, body stiffening as you fell. He ran to you, rolling you over and looking at your thigh. "Kriff." He hissed. "Medic!" The pain in his voice was physical, wet, thick, more so than the pain in your body.

You felt him tug your head onto his arm. "Rex," You mumbled, the pain coursing rapidly in your muscles. "I think- when I-"

"Shh. You're going to be okay- Medic!" Rex stood, tucking you to him, and running to the straggling group of clones. "She's been hit."

Your leg stung, and your head lulled back, eyes catching the blue blurs of Rex's helmet before darkness consumed you.

___

When you came to, you had a very strong craving for tea. Your body felt sticky, thick, and you groaned and sat up. You glanced around at the pristine setting- the medical ward, you presumed, still on Umbara.

You kicked your legs over the aide of the bed and grimaced, knees popping at the use. Your upper leg felt mended, but the sutures were bruising your skin. You settled weight on it and emitted a hiss, shuffling towards the shower.

"You're up," Kix called. You turned, glancing back at the irritated medic. "If the Captain knew you were up-"

"Kix," you whined, leaning heavily on the closest bed frame. "I'm fine."

He gave an irritable grunt, holding out a folded pile of clothes. "You'd better be. Go shower. Do not-" He tugged the fabrics from your hands and you hummed, reaching for them. "I repeat, do not pull at the bacta pad or get it soaked. Damp is fine. Wet is not. Good?"

"Loud and clear." You snatched the clothes away.

"I'd better tell the boys you're up. They've been anxious. Especially-" The medic stopped, stumbling on his words

Your feet bumped into the doorframe of the refresher. "Especially... Who?"

Kid glanced up at you, eyes almost mirroring the Captian you hoped for, and he said, gently, with a grin on his lips, "I think you already know who."

___

When you emerged from the refresher, toweling off your hair, you heard a sharp intake of breath. "You're awake."

Your eyes snapped up, towel abandoned in your hands. "I am." Rex's voice held the same tenderness that had planted in your heard since the most recent tea ritual, rubbing your heart raw with the coarse affection that was running you over, again and again. "Are you alright?

Rex started towards you, eyes blazing with a compassionate intensity. "You need to be in bed."

You smiled gently, raising your hands in mock surrender, fighting to keep the searing pain of your wound at bay. "I'm getting there."

Rex met you halfway. He stooped and scooped you up, gently, far in less of a rush than he had been when you were openly injured and walked you towards your bed. "You know better, general." He scolded, softly. You didn't complain, opting to wind your fingers behind the nape of his neck and press your face softly against his jaw.

The captain exhaled a shaky breath. His hold tightened momentarily as he stopped by your cramped cot, turning his head and lowering his cheek against your skin. Your fingers intertwined and you pulled back, looking up at his face. The rolling surprise spread on his lips, his eyes, as he turned his head more against you, sitting down on the cot, simply cradling you.

You threw your arms around him entirely and allowed Rex to hold you- you shook, quietly, sobbing softly. "I'm so sorry, Rex, if I had sensed Krell-"

"No, no," Rex squeezed you gently, rocking now, smoothing a hand in your still-damp hair. "The Jedi Council didn't sense it. General Skywalker or General Kenobi didn't sense it, either. You can't blame yourself." The hand in your tendrils of hair moved to your cheek, the gloved fingers smoothing over the war-roughened skin. "You have done-" A crack in the foundation of his words, and his shoulders heaved. "More. More than I could ever ask anyone."

You bumped your forehead to him, holding his jaw in both your hands. "And I would do more." Especially for you.

Rex nodded, his hold tightening as he pulled you in again. The two of you sobbed- perhaps because of the losses, the shame of that responsibility, or perhaps you realized the unconditional depths of your love for the other, and it was something- even worse, someone- you could never truly have.

[the-last-kenobi]

I love your writing so much!! If you’re still taking requests, could you do 9 with Obi-Wan and Anakin?

Thank you!! <3 And of course! I hope you enjoy.

From this various prompts list.

Set after The Wrong Jedi arc. And it’s way... way longer than I meant it to be. Whoops. I told myself, make this one short. Actually a prompt fill. And then I laughed at myself and wrote a fic and I don’t know exactly how long it is because I was too scared to look at the word count.

I tagged it as long post so I hope those of you who aren’t in the mood for my rambling bs are as to skip it!

I will add a reading cut when I get my hands on a laptop.

_

When Skywalker stormed into the training bay, his fists clenched by his sides, troopers scattered out of his way like silver-fish before a Bloodfin.

Even without Force-sensitivity, it was impossible to miss the potent fury rolling off the young General in waves, almost visible on the air, scalding anyone who got too near. His eyes glided right over the Clones, however, and fixed on a single figure standing alone on a mat, performing a slow exercise.

Anakin strode over to the edge of the mat and stamped his foot on the edge, twisting it a few inches just as the other man’s foot came back down from a stretch. He slipped. At the last second he caught himself, turning on the spot to regain his balance.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan spoke calmly, as if nothing had just happened. As if his friend wasn’t glaring at him with rage and disdain.

“A duel,” said Anakin, in a tone that brokered no argument.

General Kenobi’s face tightened slightly. But he nodded graciously and summoned his lightsaber to his hands, drawing backwards towards the opposite wall and raising his blue blade in a low Soresu opening.

Skywalker waited only half a second before launching himself at the other man in a blur of blue light and red-hot anger.

Cody, watching from the wall, clasped his hands behind his back as he watched the two Jedi spar at bewildering speeds.

Dizzying swirls of colliding blue light. Last-moment maneuvers, a blade hot as a sun missing moving limbs by inches. Skywalker always on the offensive. Kenobi always giving ground.

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened slightly as his entire body trembled under the weight of a blow that could have removed his head from his shoulders had he not blocked it; his own serenity seemed to shrink in the face of Anakin’s fire and desperation.

There was a blur of motion, and Skywalker stood triumphant as Kenobi crashed to the floor with the younger man’s saber an inch from his chest.

Obi-Wan stared up at his friend. “Solah,” he whispered.

For a moment more, the scene hung suspended. The lightsaber burning close, too close, to Obi-Wan’s vulnerable body, Anakin looming over him with anger in his eyes.

Then Anakin turned and stalked out of the room, leaving his former Master on the floor with a faint scorch mark on his pale tunics.

“Sir.” Cody strode over to his General immediately and helped him to his feet, watching him wince, feeling a surge of helpless anger at the nagging realization that he had never anticipated a time when his General would be hurting because of Skywalker. “Sir.”

“Cody,” the Jedi said wearily. “I need to get up to the bridge.”

“You need to see Hoop,” said Cody, referring to the 212th’s medic.

Obi-Wan shook his head. “No. We’re still two days out through hyperspace and we need to find a way to make contact with the ground troops on Ryloth before we go barging in.”

Cody clenched his jaw but assented, knowing that there was no dissuading his General, not now. He had just one more thing to say.

“General.” He waited until Kenobi looked at him. “You threw that fight.”

Obi-Wan inhaled slowly, a look of what his Commander recognized as pain — grief — flickering behind his blue eyes. “Anakin needed the win,” he said quietly.

=

The second time Anakin Skywalker stormed into the training bay, everyone moved aside to watch even before Obi-Wan had turned around to greet his former apprentice.

Men from the 501st and the 212th, thrown together on this joint mission as if to both aggravate and soothe the hurt of Ahsoka’s departure, stood side by side and watched as their Generals flung themselves into the fight as if lives depended on it.

As Kenobi let Skywalker take the offensive. As he let Skywalker come to the edge of victory again and again and then held him off at the last second.

As Anakin’s rage grew, as he began to resent Obi-Wan for dragging the battle out and denying Anakin the victory he craved and deserved. Holding him back as always.

As for the second time Kenobi threw the fight in a way that Anakin didn’t notice.

Letting him walk off with his rage dispersed for awhile, the relieved and triumphant victor, while the bruised and shaken loser climbed to his feet and went back to work with an air of gravity around him. As if Obi-Wan had absorbed the weight of his friend’s anger and carried it like a shroud.

Maybe he did.

=

The third time Anakin confronted Obi-Wan, he won by punching Obi-Wan in the face.

The fourth time Anakin confronted Obi-Wan, he won by burning his leg from hip to ankle.

The sixth time Anakin confronted Obi-Wan, he won by pressing his foot down on the other man’s throat almost to the point of unconsciousness.

The eighth time, he won by knocking Obi-Wan’s lightsaber from his hands and driving him back against a wall with his own saber at Obi-Wan’s neck.

=

“You have to stop,” Hoop said.

Obi-Wan shook his head. “He... needs this.” A hiss escaped his lips as the medic dabbed bacta along the abrasion above his eye, the bacta he had tried to say he didn’t need.

“He needs a therapist and an ass kicking,” retorted Hoop, disregarding standard respect. He didn’t care about protocol in general, and certainly not when his General turned up every other day — usually dragged in by Cody — with bruises and cuts and strained muscles.

Obi-Wan only shook his head again.

=

Cody, Rex, Hoop, and many of the others had hoped that the battles on Ryloth would serve as a good outlet for General Skywalker.

They did.

But it wasn’t enough.

Fighting what felt like a futile war for the planet’s freedom, being back on Ryloth yet again, and the gaping hole in the 501st where Ahsoka had once stood only seemed to drive Skywalker’s pain upwards. And for Anakin, all emotions led to rage, eventually.

He could not stand the depths of his emotions, the dark days, the low times. If he was not happy, he chose rage over sorrow.

And there was so much sorrow.

=

There was a two-day reprieve after the campaign on Ryloth. Temporary victory had been purchased yet again with the blood of the natives and the GAR, and the 501st and 212th departed for another campaign halfway across the galaxy at once.

And for two days there was time to rest and think.

And then Anakin stalked into the training bay again. Not finding Obi-Wan, he waited for him, and as soon as the older Jedi entered the room, raised his lightsaber in an Ataru salute.

=

The thirteenth time Anakin challenged Obi-Wan, they dueled for over three hours, and both fell exhausted to the ground.

The nineteenth time, Anakin left Obi-Wan with a leg broken in two places. Cody had to physically restrain Hoop — and himself, frankly — from jumping General Skywalker and throttling him.

The twenty-eighth time, Obi-Wan’s guard slipped, and Anakin’s saber drove straight through Obi-Wan’s thigh. A mirror image of the wound Dooku had inflicted on his other leg, a lifetime ago it seemed, back when they had been on the same side.

Were they still?

Anakin’s face had dropped with shock at the injury, and before any of the men could react, he had picked Obi-Wan up in his arms and rushed him to the med bay.

And then the Council called to speak with Kenobi privately, and Anakin’s rage and hurt against them for their role in handing his Padawan over to the authorities rose up again like a serpent reading to strike.

The thirtieth time Anakin challenged Obi-Wan, he fought with his left hand, as if taunting his Master that he was still superior.

The thirty-sixth time Anakin challenged Obi-Wan, the older Jedi fought back, taking the offensive just long enough that it seemed he would be victorious — and then something in Anakin’s face broke. Grief and dismay were revealed in the cracks of his wrath, and Obi-Wan retreated again, and then fell.

The fortieth time Anakin challenged Obi-Wan, he was met with silence.

Anakin stared, his saber already lit in his hands, as Obi-Wan stood up slowly from where he had been meditating.

He dragged himself to his feet like a man on the verge of collapse, but he was as irritatingly graceful as ever, composed, serene. Anakin’s hands tightened on his weapon.

“Well?” he prompted.

Obi-Wan said nothing.

He looked down at the floor, and some of his burnished, ruddy hair fell over his eyes, concealing his face from view. Anakin waited impatiently. A strange feeling rose inside him, something nauseous and uncertain, and he did not want to know what it was.

“Well?” he demanded more aggressively.

Obi-Wan swallowed hard and looked up at him.

And Anakin was struck by how small his Master looked.

Shorter than him by a few inches, yes, but somehow that larger-than-life quality that hung about the man had fallen away. He looked tired. Beaten, humbled, hurt — like a child, like a man driven to the edge and then over it without anyone pausing to take notice of his fall.

His blue eyes were shattered by unshed tears.

Anakin recoiled.

“I can’t,” Obi-Wan croaked. His voice was tight as a wire, strained with the effort of holding back tears. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Anakin. I... I’m too tired to be your emotional punching bag today.”

“Obi-Wan—” said Anakin, not even knowing what he was going to say, and stopped there.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan repeated. And he sounded it. Looked it. Was dripping remorse into the air like a sky about to storm. “Please. If this is what you need, I can keep doing it, but I just need today. I need a day to breathe. And — and if you’re —”

A tear trickled down over one cheek and into his beard. Then another.

Anakin was watching with his expression frozen between anger and shock.

Cody leaned forward as if about to spring. Rex’s hand settled on his shoulder.

“If you just need more time, I’ll give it to you,” Obi-Wan whispered. “But if you’re angry enough to strike me down unarmed... do it. I don’t — I don’t want — I can’t —”

Cody jolted under Rex’s grip.

And still, Anakin’s saber blazed in his hands, casting Obi-Wan in blue light, reflected in his shining eyes.

“I can’t,” Obi-Wan said helplessly.

Anakin hesitated.

Conflicting emotions ran across his face one after the other, grief chasing pain chasing anger chasing despair chasing rage, like shadows passing over deeper waters.

He raised his saber a little higher.

=

[captainrexisboo]

Ice

-DJ Khaled voice- Another one.

What the fuck?? Four fics in just one weekend?? After two whole months of inactivity?? Aha, I am in no way as productive as you think I am. I’ve been sitting on all of these projects for almost three months now lmao- but they’re here now for your viewing pleasure, babes! This is a one shot Rex x Jedi!Reader, but they are not together. They do not get together. This is just Rex, pining for some oblivious Jedi General (you) and dealing with it by being grumpy and thinking he has the upper hand in teasing the reader. I left the gender of the reader pretty ambiguous I think? I hope?

No warnings apply, except I guess foul language if you don’t like that. And vague imaginings of semi steamy scenarios. Some angst if you squint. But really, it’s just fluffy pining, with a needy (and in denial) Rex. Comments, questions, reblogs and replies absolutely welcome and encouraged!

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“T-take off the a-a-armor.”

The jaig eyes turned to you, the blue and white blending into the Pantoran ice and snow effortlessly. This would be the only environment suitable for their stark white armor as camouflage, and here you were demanding him stripped. Knowing you couldn’t read his bewildered expression, Rex tilted his head to you in a curious motion, “Why?”

“It’s fekkin’ f-freezin’ Cap,” you spoke through chattering teeth, pulling your robes tighter around you. He chuckled at your cursing, no other Jedi talked so blunt like you did, so casual. It was even worse when you were outside the temple, falling out of regulations and decorum the moment it was just you and your troopers. Hell, they didn’t even have to be your troopers. Force knows how often you’ve snuck around the barracks on Coruscant, going from battalion to battalion, whoever had furlough, making sure every clone gets at least a moment's worth of normalcy in their too-short life. Rex would be lying if he said it wasn’t endearing, and he may have felt a slight smidgen of pride that, aside from your own men, you seemed to find yourself in the 501st bunks the most.

“So? I’m perfectly toasty in this specialized insulated armor. You’re the one that decided not to wear your cold-assault gear until we got to the surface, General L/N,” Rex teased, drawing out your name and title nice and slow, biting back a bit of laughter at the way you scrunch your nose whenever you got annoyed, “Why would you want me to de-kit? To be cold with you?”

“Don’t c-call me that, Rex,” you bit out, groaning at the formality, and the chill going down your spine, “Y-you know I’m just Y/N.”

“I’ll stop calling you proper, when you stop being a Jedi,” he chided, prodding some more at the fire in the dim cavern, the only light being the glowing embers in front of you and whatever was being illuminated off the snow right at the mouth of the cave. Your ship had crashed into the freezing moon in the midst of a brutal blizzard, luckily right next to the base of a mountain with accessible caves. Unluckily, you were also 15 klicks west of your rendezvous point, with the wind and snow causing major damage to your transmitters and interfering with the signal in your commlinks. You weren’t going anywhere, or talking to anyone, until the storm let up.

You huffed at his strict persona, you know Rex only acted so dogmatic to rile you up. You saw how nonchalantly he acted around Anakin and Ahsoka, even Obi-Wan at times. No, with you it was entertainment, a game to see how much you could take before breaking, and he loved it. Even without the Force, you could see it in the shake of his shoulders at his quiet laughter, hear the coy smirk in the dip of his drawl, watching the extra swing in his stride as he walked away triumphant every time, so sure he had succeeded in driving you crazy. This time, he had nowhere to run.

Ignoring his baiting taunt, you crawled around the fire to sit right next to him, “P-please, Captain? I’m r-r-really kriffin’ c-cold, and while the fire is so delightful, I think i-it’d be in both o-our best interests to h-have a second source of heat.”

Rex nearly dropped his stick he was using to poke at the kindles, tensing slightly before clearing his throat, “Oh? And what ‘source of heat’ did you have in mind?”

“D-don’t play dumb,” you shivered again, pouting at how you stuttered while he sat a little too well composed for your liking, “I know the K-Kaminoans t-taught you all about s-s-survival tactics. I d-do it with my boys a-all the time. Strip to your b-blacks, m-me to my t-t-tunic, then I’ll wrap my robes around the two of us. B-body heat, Rex.”

Your boys. Your affectionate term for your ever-faithful battalion, that apparently frequently slept and cuddled with you in the most innocent and familiar of ways. Still, something about it made Rex’s stomach stir, his mouth twisting from a smirk into a silent snarl under his helmet. He wasn’t against ‘cuddle puddles’ with the vode, every single brother took part in them, and it wasn’t unusual to find a stray jedi or padawan compacted in the very middle of the pile. He knew for a fact that the 212th had regular arguments as to who’s turn it was to use General Kenobi as a pillow (and that Cody never partook in those bouts- no, he was always the General’s pillow). In theory, he knows it's more than a possibility for you to be a part of them, especially with your extremely relaxed extroverted personality, but actually hearing you say it out loud had something ugly rear its head to sour the Captain’s mood. He attempted to shoo the little creature away, trying to scare it off with a forced cough to make it scurry back into hiding and leave his inner peace alone. His mind clear again, he peered into your pleading doe eyes through his visor, seeing the flames flickering reflections off your irises in a whimsical dance. His gaze went lower, following the slope of your nose, before tracing the shape of your full pout, lips trembling and reddened from the cold, nearly beginning to chap. The slight clicking of your teeth as he watched you shiver under your robes made him resign to your request, sighing as he removed the cowled helmet, “Fine. Why you didn’t just wear your own cold-assault gear is beyond me, but I’ll help you stay warm this time.”

“Oh, thank the force,” you whimpered, immediately dropping the outermost robe from your shoulders, staying on your knees as he stood up to remove his layers. Rex nearly dropped his cuirass, watching you unwrap your tan-colored linen underneath to reveal a gripping white tunic, clinging to your every curve and muscle, no part of you left to the imagination except the actual flesh itself. You even discarded your boots and breeches, leaving you in opaque black tights. Without the safety of his helmet, Rex tore his eyes from you, desperate to hold onto some semblance of rectitude, taking a deep inhale through his nose before continuing his own removal. Rex could feel the tip of his nose numbing just slightly, shaking his head at what the hell was he doing-

“You know, if we get found like this-”

“We’ll s-say I got hypothermia and you were ‘d-doing your duty t-to protect the Jedi’,” you giggled, a little forced, hands coming up to rub at your shoulders, attempting to create some friction, but wincing at the iciness of your fingers, “Rex, hurry!”

Your whine of his name had him hesitant to remove the bottom half of his armor, already starting to feel something forbidden gathering in the depths of his stomach. He tried to fend off the feeling by turning his head to the stone wall and talking- though whether that was an effective decision remained to be seen. “I’m just saying, can’t you use the Force or whatever to warm yourself up? Isn’t that something you can do? I know you can use the Force for healing purposes, this’d be like that, right?”

“If I had f-followed the path of m-m-medical practice, sure,” your breath came out in little clouds as you puffed through another tremor, wrapping your dark robe around your shoulders as you waited for Rex to finish, “But, I didn’t, I chose the kn-n-nights, and so I’m here, and n-now I’m your problem.”

“My problem,” Rex grumbled under his breath as he sat back down, tugging at the final parts of his boots, not caring that you could actually hear him, “Skywalker is my problem. Tano is my problem. Kenobi can even be considered my problem at times, but you, General? No, no, no. You’re not my problem, you’re-”

Turning back around to face you, he nearly choked on his own spit. He hadn’t realized how close you were, and without his helmet, his nose brushed against yours in an innocent bunny kiss, the brief friction making him jump back nearly a foot away. A teasing chuckle left you at his skittish reaction, cocking your head to the side as you opened your robe back up and beckoned him closer, “Wrong way, Captain. C’mere.”

His throat felt tight, closing off almost everything, even air, and despite his discarded layers he was certain the back of his neck was beginning to sweat. The way you so carefully had folded your legs, thighs pillowing together in such an enticing way, leaning on your elbow to pronounce the slope of your hips and curve of your waist...he could so easily wrap his arms around you perfectly, before settling his head to rest on your chest and memorize the beat of your heart- the pinch of his nails digging into the meat of his palm drew him out of his mind before he could fall any further down that rabbit hole. He cleared his throat, throwing his gaze to the floor as his entire being tensed, “This…i-is not regulation, General.”

“Oh my maker you’ve been hanging out with Echo too much,” you groaned, throwing your head back dramatically, “Rex, please?”

He swallowed down a hard gulp of air, inching his way over to you, without looking up from the floor. You met him halfway, dragging your thickest robe behind you, and sighed in relief at the natural waves of heat coming off of him. Every single clone ran hot, and you trapped that heat by throwing the robes over the two of you, wrapping your hands around the back of Rex’s head and pulling him into your neck as you leaned against a standing rock.

One minute his eyes were counting cracks and jagged holes scattered over the cave floor, and the next they were gifted with a gracious view of your form, so close he could smell your clean body wash, a soft mint that tickled his nose, and he had to count to ten to control his breath so he didn’t just inhale you instead of oxygen. It was a concentrated effort made extremely difficult due to the delightfully sharp pressure of your nails against his scalp. You already felt like heaven, he had to tense himself from wanting to grab for more of you- which he didn’t have to do anyways. You had pulled him into you, his nose brushing over your neck, the tip still chilled, making a breathless giggle leave you, “Oh, your nose is s-so icy!”

“Who's fault is that,” Rex grumbled into you, mumbling to try to keep his lips from mouthing over your exposed collarbone. What he couldn’t stop was the delighted shiver that ran through him as your hands started massaging the tired planes of muscle in his back, making him lose a bit of discipline and dropping flush against you. He made a horrified sound, the breath strangled in his throat as he felt a nervous sweat thickly dripping over the back of his neck, before that sweet amused sound left you once again.

“Rex, you're so tense! Here, lemme just-”

Your hands worked in smooth motions, rubbing deep into his tired tissue. He could feel his eyes roll back into his head, biting the swell of his lip to keep any lewd sounds from leaving him, focusing on syncing his breath with the flow of your touches. His form was finally slack, keeping you trapped underneath him as his arms tentatively found their way around your waist, holding you to him, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You hummed at the coverage of him over you, leaning to nuzzle against the side of his head, the prick of his blond tickling the tip of your numbed nose. You whispered to him, eyelids growing heavy as you curled into him, “Thank you, Captain.”

Your breathing evened out, deep and slow, your hands coming to a rest, stopping on the small of his back and between his shoulder blades. Rex couldn’t believe it; you had fallen asleep in his arms. His eyes slowly peeked open, and he wiggled a bit, getting to a place where he faced you instead of the rock you were both leaning on. His eyes were nearly level with your jawline, he could trace the profile of your parted lips, still threatening to chap in the cold air, but your breath didn’t stutter anymore from the chill. He really was helping keep you warm.

He had dreamt about those lips, memorized the way they shaped his name, watched the direction you preferred to run your tongue over them while you were deep in thought. He licked his own lips in just that way, thinking about how maybe it’d feel if he were to do that to yours.

Maker, he was awful. Thinking about his wretched togue playing at your perfect lips, while you laid so peaceful and trusting underneath him.

Rex prided himself as a man of honor, he wasn’t so foolish as to attempt anything, but even just thinking about you in this vulnerable way as you let him hold you… he felt slimy, unworthy to be in your good graces. He let out a shuddering breath, not in the cold but in longing, exhaling your name as his arms brought you impossibly closer to him. For however long the two of you had, however long the storm lasted, he would treasure this. He would treasure you. 

He was a fool for fighting you on this. Being lulled by your breath to join you into rest as the blizzard raged on, the only thing he would change would be how late he was in agreeing to your conditions. When you both awoke, with the snow settled and communications running, when you were both with your respective teams, and yourself in proper gear, Rex would still have tonight in his memory. He would still be holding you in his arms, breathing you in, and playing the memory of your heartbeat, the soft thumping tempo so soothing, on repeat in his mind.

[tobitofunction]

The clone beloved Jedi: Christmas edition

You and your boys prepare for Christmas

“Fives, hold still,” you said grabbing his head trying not to fall off his shoulder. You were hanging up some lights in the GAR as it was 3 weeks until Christmas. You got the boys to help you decorate, Fives leapt from his seat when you asked if he could help with the lights, he did push Dogma and Echo onto the floor as they wanted to help too.” Sorry” he said tightening his grip on your thighs, from the corner of his eyes he saw his brother stare at him with envy which made him smirk,” You can put me down now” you said making Fives look up at you,” Why?”,” Cause we’re done and your kinda uncomfortable” you said as Fives sat down on a box.” Fives is uneven anyway” Kix said walking towards you with a box full of decorations,” Hey” Fives said huffing,” What are those?” Jesse asked picking up a red hat,” That my boy is a Santa hat” you said placing it on his head notice the small blush on his cheek at the nickname,” Is the cantina decorated?” you asked,” The 212th are nearly done. Cody is a perfectionist after all” Kix smiled as you placed a Santa head on his messy hair,” You hand out those hats. I check on Cody” you said pecking Kix’s cheek, you walked out the door leaving Kix a blushing mess. Jesse,Fives,Dogma, Echo and some other 501 clones stared at the medic. They waited until you left the room before tackling Kix onto the floor.

Cody had his hand on his hip and narrowed his eyes on Boil,” It’s crooked” he said pointing at the garland,” We need to get this perfect. Christmas is Y/N favourite holiday” he said making Boil nod quickly and fix the piece. You walked in making the eyes of every clone snap towards you, their eyes were wide with love for you.” Wow” you said,” Cody, this is amazing” you said placing your head on his shoulder,” I tried my best” he said softly rubbing your back with a feeling of triumph,” It-“ a crash and shouting suddenly cutting you off, your head snapped towards the left and saw Waxer swinging on a chandelier, ladder on the floor and his legs pulled to his chest, his eyes were closed as he was swinging around quickly.” Waxer let go” you said looking up, but Waxer and his brother's shouts drowned out your voice,” Someone calls my mother” he said,” You don’t have a mother” you shouted,” Someone call Shaak Ti” he said not slowing down, he tried lowering his legs but kicked Boil of his ladder onto poor Wooley. “Waxer, honey let go,” you said again, Waxer’s eyes shot open,” Will you catch me?” he said,” Yes”. Waxer nodded and let go, you used the force to catch him mid-air, you gently lowered him into your arms. The poor thing was trembling, you don’t blame him as he was swinging on a chandelier five feet in the air,” You can open your eyes again” you said stroking his cheek,” I’m alive”,” Unfortunately” Boil said holding his cheek, which started turning blue.

After bringing Boil, Wooley and Waxer to Kix and finding out they will be completely fine. You left but not after they begged you to kiss their bruises better,” Where does it hurt?” you asked Wooley patting his hair, he pointed to his chest and neck,” Boil elbow hit right there” he said, his brown skin was red and a bit ripped,” Fine”. You crouched down and pressed a kiss against his chest which was warm,” Thanks Y/N” he blushed,” Now me” Boil said grabbing your wrist gently. You pressed your lips against the green and blue bruise gently, Boil hissed slightly,” Thanks” he said winking at you. You started at Waxer,” Where does it hurt?” you asked,” Anywhere” he said softly. You bit your lip and thought before gently grabbing his chin and placing your lips on his. Waxer stiffened but quickly relaxed into the kiss. You heard gasps and a metal object crashing to the ground. You pulled away from Waxer who was in pure bliss, meanwhile, Boil and Wooley started at their brother with a death glare. Kix was on the floor collecting the things he dropped. “ I need to check on the Wolfpack, they are decorating the outside with the Coruscant guards and I hope they haven’t murdered each other yet. Mostly Fox and Wolffe. Kix you are probably needed,” you said placing your hand on your hip and Kix quickly grabbed a first aid kit. The second you left Wooley and Boil jumped Waxer making the poor boy screech. Cody lucky was right outside and pulled his two younger brothers of the now traumatised clone,” That was worth it” he mumbled but went quite when Cody shot him a glare.

You pulled your jacket closer to your body as the cold Coruscant air hits your face. The wolfpack and the Coruscant guards were on either side of the base decorating away. Comet and Sinker eyes widen when they saw you, they quickly jumped of their ladders and ran towards you while pushing each other. “ Commander,” they said making you smile,” Looking hood boys, a bit.... plain but good,” you said looking at the mostly silver and gold decorations.” The Coruscant guards took the red and white” Wolffe said making Comet and Sinker jump,” I see but you still did great” you said pulling a Santa hat from your pocket and placing it on his head. Wolffe stoic gaze softened a bit at the action,” What about us? We helped” Boost said appearing behind Sinker and Comet,” I left the other in the cantina-“,” I get it-“ Comet began but Sinker jabbed him in the stomach,” No I do it,” he said quickly and ran off,” I'll help,” Comet said rubbing after him pulling at his belt making Sinker land on his butt. You sighed and looked at Kix who shrugged,” I head in sight as their is no blood shed” he looked at you and bit his lip before disappearing into the building.

You bid goodbye to Wolffe and the Wolfpack and headed off to the other side. “Fox, your not only smart but also creative,” you said making the man turn around. He blushed but remained stoic like Wolffe,” Better than the others?” Thorn asked behind you,” More colourful” you said. Thorn was about to say something when Boost voiced cut him off,” If you hadn’t stolen the red out would have been better” he said getting into Thorns face,” Nah would be as dull as you” Boost clenched his fits but you quickly squeezed in between them. You placed your hand on their chests,” Don’t fight please, it’s nearly Christmas and you are family. So please act like it, just until New Years for me” you said looking between the two groups with big eyes. They started at aww and quickly nodded,” Of course” they said in unison making you smile. Just than Comet and Sinker came out running with a box and wearing Santa hats. “Just in time” you said kissing both of their cheeks,” Everyone line up” you said and they quickly did some were pushing each other to get further in line but they quickly settled down. Soon both Wolfpack and Coruscant guards were wearing Santa hats and kinda worked together which means they let each other borrow some decorations but didn’t help one another but at least they weren’t fighting.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and saw Rex standing behind you with a plate full of cookies,” Did you do them?” he nodded shyly,” Ahsoka helped a bit” he said. You grabbed a cookie and felt that it was still warm. You bit into the cookie and it melted in our mouth,” Rex this is amazing” you said finishing the cookie and grabbing another one.” You should open a bakery once this all over” he chuckled,” Maybe but only if you be one of my star costumers”,” Oh hundred per cent” you said making him smile. “Is everything done inside?” you asked your mouth full of cookie, he hummed in response.” Y/N where done” Thire said just as the Wolfpack finished as well,” You did amazing guys and it kinda looks cohesive,” you said impressed.” Thank you,” they all said in unison,” Rex give them some cookies,” you said,” You guys earned it,” you said, Rex was about to say something when he swamped by his brothers trying to get a cookie. In seconds they were gone,” Let’s go inside, it’s freezing” you said,” I keep you warm Commander” Sinker flirted which got him a smack on the back of his head by a Coruscant guard. You rolled your eyes at the action.

“Wow,” you said mouth falling open seeing the finished product in the hanger bay. The 212th and the 501th worked in harmony humming Christmas song as they put some finishing touches on the walls.” Where did the tree come from?” you asked as it wasn’t there before,” Doom and Hound got it. Don’t ask how but they did” Fives said wrapping his arm around you.” Thank you guys,” you said feeling tears build in your eyes,” it’s stunning”. The colours ranged from orange, red, blue, green and white every colour from every clone troop could be somewhat found in here. Mace Windu battalion faces were smeared with paint as they decorated the ships with Christmas art.” Aww don’t cry” Charger said rubbing your back,” This will be officially the best Christmas ever” you said.” I hope everyone is up for secret Santa” the clone nodded in approval. Everyone hoping either that they get you for their secret Santa or that you get one of them. Just to say the ones who didn’t get you aka everyone beside Tup got rocks or anything that was lying around for Christmas. Meanwhile, Tup got a new pair of guns and a kiss while you got a nice dress from a clone cough Comet cough. Needless to say, every clone loved the choice.

[kaijusplotch]

Have a preview of that fic btw...

Because i’m actually really fucking proud of how it’s going so far, and Obi-Wan and Cody are so fucking cute. <3

Cody was not sure why the council always sent Obi-Wan to seek out the strange artifacts reported on various planets. He was sure there were other Jedi just as qualified to handle artifacts and historic items. It wasn’t that he didn’t think his Jedi was qualified, he was just tired of Obi-Wan being sent off alone to some unknown planet that had some strange potentially dangerous artifact of either Jedi; or little gods forbid Sith; origin. It also was maybe because he was so fucking in love with the man that it hurt him physically to think he was in danger. Not that Cody would ever tell him that. No; he was a clone who was purely professional in his relationship with his General.

So Cody had insisted that he begin accompanying the Jedi on each of these excursions to parts barely known if he was capable. There had been an incident or two that he wasn’t and another member of the 212th was sent in his stead; or two members considering how inseparable Waxer and Boil were, just to ensure that the General came back home. Thankfully this time, the 212th were able to handle the long trip to their support position, leaving Cody to join Obi-Wan on his investigative trip.

“This planet hasn’t been inhabited in over a thousand years,” Obi-Wan explained, sitting next to Cody in the cockpit.

“What happened to the population?” Cody glanced over at his General from where he was piloting the shuttle. “Did they move somewhere?”

“Unfortunately, no, my dear Cody.” Obi-Wan flashed a sad smile to Cody that made his heart do something that he was sure needed to be checked on by a medic. “A strain of a virus wiped out all three of the sexes that were able to carry their offspring. There were reports of a  small resurgence in the population but...they dwindled out.”

“Wait...wait...Three genders?” Cody’s brain reeled and he tried to think back to his poor education on any kind of reproduction; it wasn’t much of anything thank-you-very-little-Kaminoan education system.

Obi-Wan simply smiled at Cody. “Well yes. The species there had ten genders  and six sexes. Three of which were able to carry their offspring. Surprisingly they were more humanoid than people expect.”

Cody furrowed his brows as he tried to put everything together. His confusion must have been clear because Obi-Wan laughed gently; a sound that Cody loved more than anything.

“I take it that your education on Kamino didn’t include sex ed?”

“No, not really. We got a crash course on our own physiology and why everything hurt when we reached six or seven years old more than usual.” Cody thought back to that time; Wolffe earned his name when he bit someone who pissed him off. The joys of a million human boys all going through puberty at the same time.

Obi-Wan laughed again, although the tone shifted to one of more fond agreement. “That is probably why I’ve heard many of the vode speaking about their own identities. A few have come to me actually.”

“Really? Identities like...our individuality or…?”

“Identities as in gender expression. You may all be presenting as male but, well, humans are far more complicated than what many would want you to believe. We are not a binary species in either sex or gender.” Obi-wan’s voice was kind with an experience of having explained it all before. “Although we have two chromosomes that are directly involved with sex, there are many reasons for an individual to not present as their same chromosomal sex.”

“Okay,” Cody agreed. He was not a dumb man, but it was a difficult thing for him to grasp.

“Sorry, I know this is rather confusing, but it is rather fascinating. For instance, I’m male, my chromosomes are XY and my gender identity matches that...for the most part.”

“For the most part?” Cody parroted, raising an eyebrow with a smile.

“Ah, yes.” Obi-Wan laughed. “I...admit I enjoy wearing rather femanine clothes at times. But that doesn’t exactly mean I do not feel masculine. I simply like wearing dresses and skirts at times. A lot of freedom of movement after all.”

Cody laughed out loud. “I knew it!” He smacked his armored leg as he shook his head. “Rex sent me a holo when he was on leave last time and he SWORE it looked like your sister or something. I knew it was you.” He flipped his comm unit on and quickly began to flip through holos that he had saved. He found the one and reached over to show Obi-Wan.

It was a quick snapshot with part of Captain Rex’s face on one side shot over his shoulder toward Anakin who was turned toward another individual. They were dressed in a vibrant blue gown that hugged their hips before flaring slightly outward, long bell sleeves hid their hands and their short cut red hair was distinctive.

“Oh...oh my! I didn’t know he was even there!” Obi-Wan laughed and leaned back covering his mouth. “He could have asked me to turn around and I would have given him a better shot!”

Cody laughed, and bit his lip, trying to both banish the image of the front of that dress, as well as will it into his mind free from rent. “I knew it was you though,” he said, clearing his throat and putting the image away.

“My hair?”

“Yeah,” Cody lied. It was his hips, the way that the fabric flowed and silhouetted the Jedi’s profile was the same way the robes would whenever he was in a fight. “That and no way would Anakin be talking to anyone that wasn’t you or Senator Amidala like that.” He turned back to the controls, watching as they passed by the moons and toward the planet that was their goal.

[clonesimp]

Hair | Cody

Boredom. 

It was killing you inside. Having nothing else to do and simply wasting your time wondering what to do. The war was over and there wasn’t a huge need for medics anymore. You still had your job, but now you had days off. It was something that you weren’t granted when the war was going on. It was both a blessing and a curse. Yes it was nice to relax and not worry about patients but other than being a medic, what else were you up to?

Well you were a loving wife to a clone. That clone was none other than Commander Cody. 

You remember the day you two first met like it was yesterday. It was in the middle of the war and you were stationed with the 212th since they were in dire need of medics. He walked into the medic bay to introduce himself to all the doctors and nurses. However, you didn’t notice him at first when he walked in. Your hair was in a messy ponytail and you were sweating due to the intense heat of the planet that the 212th was occupying, so hair stuck to your forehead. You thought that you looked like a disgusting mess, but Cody thought that you looked beautiful with your hair sticking to your skin. 

“Hey Cassidy do you have extra-- oh!”

You had accidentally bumped into someone since you weren’t looking where you were going. You looked up to see Commander Cody looking right back at you. For some reason you lost all your senses and the ability to communicate when looking into his eyes. There was just something inside of them that entranced you. 

“Um… hello C-commander,” you were able to mutter out. You internally punched yourself for sounding so pathetic. 

“Please call me Cody,” he stuck his hand out for you to shake. You shake his hand nervously, eyes still focused on him. 

“Nice to meet you Cody. My name’s (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you too (Y/N).”

He was looking at your forehead and how your hair was literally sticking to it. You wiped some sweat off trying to make yourself look presentable. 

“Sorry that I look like a hot mess, this planet is practically the definition of heat. I’m amazed it’s not a sun,” you chuckle out of awkwardness trying to make small talk. 

“Don’t apologize, I think that you look really pretty given the circumstances.”

You were shocked from his statement and couldn’t help but smile sheepishly. 

That was one of your first meetings with Cody that somehow involved your hair. Throughout the war you had many hair transformations. The longer the war went on, the shorter your hair got. You wanted your hair short since being a medic was a hard job. 

You walk out of the med-bay ready to crash into your quarters. Many clones didn’t make it today and it was taking a huge toll on you. All you wanted was to have a relaxing bath and sleep forever. 

Turning the corner you see Cody exiting the mess hall. He had a tired look on his face and there were bags under his eyes. He seemed like he could faint at any moment. You realized that it’s been a while since you two last saw each other. Him being a soldier meant that he was needed out in the battlefield, while you were needed to heal the injured. 

Cody noticed that you were also in the hallway and it takes a moment for him to register your new look. Your hair was in a cute pixie cut instead of a ponytail that you always sported. 

“I almost didn’t notice you (Y/N). I love your new look.”

“Thanks Cody. It sounds nice when it’s coming from you.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because you sound sincere when you say it.”

You two smiled at each other and Cody looked around to make sure no one was watching. Then, he came closer and engulfed you in a hug. You returned it by wrapping your hands around his neck while his hands were around your waist. 

“I missed you,” he breathed into your neck. 

“I missed you too.”

You separated to look at his face and your arms were still around his neck. He didn’t let go either. 

“Come on, I’ll walk you back to your quarters.” He extended his hand out for you to take and you walked back together to your quarters. Once there, you stopped in front of your door and turned to look at him. 

“Thanks for walking with me Cody.”

“Anytime cyar’ika.”

You typed in the code to your room and the door slides open. Before you could walk in, Cody grabbed your hand to stop you. 

“Cody?”

“Sorry but I just wanted to say something.”

Curiosity filled you. 

“What is it?”

“You know what I really like about your hair?”

You scrunch your eyebrows, curious as to what he was gonna say. 

“It shows more of your beautiful face.”

And with a kiss on your cheek, he leaves you to sleep in your quarters. 

---

“Hey (Y/N), wake up.”

You were being shook awake by Cody. You opened your eyes to see him smiling down at you. 

“Sorry that I took so long at the marketplace. There was a big crowd trying to get their hands on some rare fruit,” he scooted in next to you on the couch and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him and put your hand on his leg, rubbing it up and down. 

“It’s fine Cody. I’m just thankful that you made it back in one piece.”

He kissed your forehead and interlaced your fingers with his. Moments like these became often since the war ended and you both cherished every second. 

“So, what were you thinking about while I was gone?”

“Oh you know, just about how you’re obsessed with my hair.”

He looked at you and your hair. He smiled and kissed you lovingly on the lips. 

“What can I say? It really makes your pretty face shine.”

You were so happy at that moment being his wife.

[greenygreenland]

Brave: Cody x Reader

-i don't know what happened but the final draft I had got deleted so I had to re-write the WHOLE thing

-wtf tumblr???

Jedi Knight (Y/n) (L/n) had the heart of a lion. She was strong, fierce, and a natural leader. The only con that came with this was that she was brave, maybe a little too brave. When she saw a fellow comrade in arms facing life-threatening danger, it became a habit for her to jump in front of said comrade and take the blow. In Boil's words, 'She risks her life like it's the number one trend'.

Cody couldn't agree more. Although he hated this aspect of (Y/n) which reminded him of Skywalker, he saw a sort of charm in her. She was beautiful for one, and a great leader. She was also prized among the clones as a compassionate Jedi.

Cody knew better than to worry about (Y/n). Why should he waste his time thinking about her when she was a capable Jedi Knight? That's what he tried to tell himself as he caught sight of her racing through the smoky battlefield. (Y/n)'s braids swayed with each step she took while her (colour) lightsaber hissed and illuminated a path through the dense forest. Although she was covered in layers of dirt and sweat, she was still the most beautiful person in the galaxy. The sun had long set, leaving the 212th and 305th in complete darkness. The moon above lay hidden in thick clouds, so not a single star was able to light their way.

From what Cody could see, their ranks would soon be surrounded if they didn't up and move quick enough. As (Y/n) diced droids to bits, he took it upon himself to lead his brothers to safety. Cody ran through the brush, shoving sticks and droids out of his way. He tapped a button on the side of his helmet. "General, we have to get moving. General Kenobi will be waiting for us in the captured base." There was a beat of silence. It only grew as Cody continued his trek through the greenery. He tapped a button on the side of his helmet again. "General?"

No response.

That was when Cody realised the absence of (Y/n)'s (colour) lightsaber. He scanned the surroundings, catching sight of a certain Jedi running straight towards a canon. She stooped low as if to prepare a strike, but just as she raised her hands, a fierce 'BOOM!' ripped through the battlefield. The bright colours of red and yellow left everyone blinded for moments. It was suddenly scorching hot in the forest as small fires crackled and popped. Cody faultered in his step, nearly crashing into Waxer. "Sir? Is everything alright?"

"Where is General (L/n)?" he inquired. Waxer turned to Boil as if that'd answer Cody's question. Boil shrugged and Cody pursed his lips. Turning to the 305th's Commander, he said, "Get the men through the mountain pass and out of enemy fire. I'll go look for the General and meet you at the rendezvous point. Waxer, Boil, come with me."

"Sir yes sir!"

The trio wandered through the dark forest. Dying embers lit a path through piles of corpses and droid parts. What was left of the wildlife sent the clones disapproving glares, as if to say it was their fault for the skirmish. "I really don't like this place. Gives me the creeps." Waxer muttered. Boil rolled his eyes. "Want me to hold your hand?" Cody ignored the banter. His energy was focused on one goal: finding (Y/n). Knowing her, she'd likely be perfectly fine or terribly injured. Cody liked to think the former. A few droids wandered towards the trio.

"Blast 'em!"

Waxer and Boil were quick to react. They whipped out their blasters and shot the hunks of metal down. "I'm surprised those are the only ones here." Waxer said. Boil motioned for him to follow Cody up a hill. "Don't jinx it." Luckily for them, Waxer did not jinx them.

It didn't take long for the clones to find the General. She lay on her side, sputtering and clutching her abdomen. Cody's breath hitched. He didn't even have time to think as he sprint to her side, all he could process was the amount of blood gushing from her side and the bits of shrapnel sticking out of her wound. (Y/n) forced a smile. "Cody...Waxer, Boil," she coughed. "You...found me." Cody was not in the least pleased. He was angry--no, absolutely livid. How could (Y/n) be so brave yet utterly stupid?

"Sir," Boil said, "I called for a medic."

(Y/n)'s life was on the line, and if she were dead, Cody would never be able to give her a lecture. "Cody." He looked at (Y/n)'s dull hues. "Sir?"

"My head hurts." she said with a strained chuckle. Cody gently patted her shoulder. "Hang in there, a medic's on the way."

---

When (Y/n) awoke, she expected to be met face-to-face with Obi-wan or her clone Commander Henry. They'd give her the lecture of her life, ask her what she were thinking, and then give her a hug. Instead, (Y/n) was met with a silence that left her ears ringing.

She wasn’t sure why, but it left her in worry that ate at her stomach like acid. There was a short chuckle to her left. (Y/n) sensed who it was before she looked. “Henry?” Her clone Commander offered a hearty grin in reply. “I see you’ve gotten yourself hurt again. Did you charge towards that canon?” (Y/n) laid her back against the wall. When she was about to reply, a new voice cut in. 

“Unfortunately, yes.” Cody curtly answered. His helmet was wedged between his right arm and hip as he marched straight to (Y/n)’s bedside. The glowering clone didn’t bother to take a seat, which only seemed to cause (Y/n)’s heart rate to jump. She reached out into the Force and felt a swirl of emotions from the man. Anger, irritation, worry, and...something else she couldn’t quite understand. 

Henry, as if sensing danger, flopped on his side and pretended to be asleep. (Y/n) turned to Cody, wincing slightly when she disturbed her wound. “Hi Cody. Is something...wrong?” 

Cody snapped. 

“‘Is something wrong’?” His voice had gone up an octave. “For your information General—not to be disrespectful—but you almost died out there! If I hadn’t found you, you’d be bleeding to death. What were you thinking when you charged straight into the crossfire? That you’d be lucky like all those other times?” (Y/n) sat there in slight awe. Cody was usually the level-headed one. He wouldn’t raise his voice at (Y/n) no matter what she did, he wouldn’t tell her off like Obi-wan would, and he wouldn’t lecture her like everyone else she knew. 

This was a side of him she had yet to see till today. Cody’s brows knitted. He wasn’t angry anymore, he was distressed. “Why do you always do things like that General? You...you were about to die and—” he cut himself short and curled his fingers into a tight fist. (Y/n) reached out into the Force once again, but even if she weren’t a Jedi, she’d understand his emotions. There was a long silence. For moments, it was just (Y/n), Cody, and the Force.

“I’m sorry for giving you a scare.” (Y/n) finally said. Cody forced back a tight-lipped frown. “G-General…” Cody didn’t know what to say. His anger diminished, only to replace itself with an intense feeling of protectiveness towards (Y/n). He didn’t want to lose her like a large portion of his brothers. He didn’t want to see her in pain or bleeding out like that every again. 

“(Y/n). You can call me (Y/n), Cody. We’re...friends.” That last word stuck in (Y/n)’s throat. Cody, on the other hand, felt like he’d been stabbed. Friends. That was all they could ever be, yet both longed for something more. “(Y/n),” Cody shyly said, “I know I don’t look like it, but I care a lot about you. As...more than on a professional level.” What was Cody saying? “So, excuse me if I—”

“I like you too Cody.” (Y/n) smiled. “On more than a professional level.” Cody’s heart rate sped up. He cast Henry a glance, causing (Y/n)’s eyes to sparkle. “Henry wouldn’t tell. He actually told me you like me.” 

“No I didn’t!” Henry exclaimed. This elicited small chuckles from Cody and (Y/n). It was stopped short when the latter winced. Cody slid into the seat by (Y/n)’s bedside and took her hand. Giving it a squeeze he said, “Please don’t scare me like that ever again. I don’t know what I’d do if I were to lose you.” (Y/n) planted her lips on Cody’s. It was short yet filled with unconditional love, causing butterflies to leap in Cody’s stomach. 

Henry turned on his side to watch the two, when Cody’s gaze met his, he only pointed to the doorway, where General Kenobi stood, arms crossed and brows raised. “May I ask what’s going on here?” Kenobi questioned. Cody and (Y/n) pulled away so fast that if one had blinked, they’d think it were their imagination the two were kissing moments ago. (Y/n) offered a forced smile. “Nothing’s going on here Obi-wan.” 

“Yes sir. N-nothing is going on.” Cody agreed. Obi-wan merely smiled in reply. “I’d say it took you long enough Cody.”

[flashthescalesian-art]

All my clone boys

I have a lot of them, so I felt like I should make a comprehensive list of who’s who and where they all are so it’ll make more sense when one of them gets mentioned in something I write. 

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212th troopers 

Volt- ranking medic. You all probably at least sort of know who he is by now, lol. Lieutenant, but usually is just addressed as Volt. Part of my “medic squad.” A little younger than Commander Cody. 

Nexus- medic. You probably know who this moron is too. Corporal, but like Volt, he’s usually just addressed as Nexus. Part of the “medic squad”. A little younger than Commander Cody. 

Sej- Sergeant who became a medic after an injury that nearly crippled him. His lower back is kind of a mess and his left leg doesn’t work 100% correctly. He rarely leaves the Negotiator when the 212th is on missions because he can’t get around all that well sometimes. About the same age as Cody, maybe a tad younger. 

Keller- Captain under General Pong Krell until the events of Umbara, then his unit transfers to the 212th. About the same age as Cody. Traumatized disaster who relies heavily on his brothers for emotional support. (He needs all the hugs, guys)

Sunny- Technically a Private, but honestly no one calls him that, lol. Sweet blond boy. His first battle was Umbara, so he’s just a baby compared to his brothers.  Ten- Medic from Keller’s unit. Probably around the same age as Fives and Echo? Badly injured on Umbara and is paralyzed from the waist down, but with a lot of medical help, he does regain the ability to walk.

Ticker- (background boy) Sergeant about the same age as Sej. Lost a foot to a gutkurr on Ryloth, but he isn’t bothered by it since he’s got a cybernetic foot. 

342nd troopers

Jax- Commander who’s slightly younger than Commander Cody. The 342nd is an elite battalion that does a lot of stealth and infiltration missions, so the whole battalion has a reputation as dangerous, but Jax is a good representation of how the battalion actually behaves most of the time. Jax, like his 342nd brothers, is a big goofball when not on an assignment. 

Patch- ranking medic. Lieutenant and member of the “medic squad.” Had a head injury from a training accident that blinded his right eye and messed his balance. He’s still a super good medic, and is also the most sane person in the entire 342nd. 

Dek- (kinda background?) member of the “medic squad”. Silver-haired boy. One half of a whole idiot, and Ollie is the other half. Seriously, Dek and Ollie are almost never separated. He’s a good medic though. 

Ollie- (kinda background?) member of the “medic squad.” Mohawk boy. Other half of the whole idiot he and Dek make up. He’s a good medic, he’s just a dork. 

Spectrum- (background) young pilot about 6 months older than Sunny. Loves color. Blue eyed kiddo. 

Flak- (background) Spectrum’s squadmate and fellow pilot. Has to wear a back brace because he was injured in a bad crash. Doesn’t let his injury slow him down much though. 

Void- (background) about the same age as Fives and Echo, probably. the battalion’s resident droid hacker/reprogrammer, he hasn’t found droid he can’t reprogram. He can’t work with computers because the bright screen gives him headaches, so he and Error usually work together to get stuff done. 

Error- (background) same age as Void. Resident codeslicer/computer hacker. He’s useless when working on droids though. 

Fuse- (background) Sergeant around Jax’s age. Pretty chill until someone manages to piss him off, then he just SNAPS, hence the name. Basically adopted Flak and Spectrum and can be seen walking around with both pilots following him when they have nothing better to do. 

Blazer- (background) Captain and Jax’s only living squadmate. Super red hair that everyone suspects is dyed, but no one knows for sure except Jax, but he won’t tell anyone either. Loves explosives. 

Indy- (background) Fuse’s squadmate. Pretty chill dude, but doesn’t like being touched without his permission. The only one allowed to touch him without a good reason is Zipper. 

Zipper- (background for now, but I want to do more with him) around Sunny’s age. Tiny little bugger for a clone trooper because there was an issue with his growth jar (he’s only 5′6). He’s a hyper little thing, but needs to sleep more often than his brothers. 

104th troopers

Red- (background) member of the “medic squad.” Redheaded boy. Listens to Helix ramble nonstop and doesn’t complain. 

Helix- (background) member of the “medic squad.” Chocolate brown hair and one green eye. Nerd. Literally will not shut up once you get him talking. 

Coruscant Guard troopers

Shift- Sergeant who does escorts and riot/protest control. Is a sweetheart, but doesn’t have a very high opinion of non-clones due to how many of them treat him. He loves kids though. 

Deceased troopers (they’re all background boys for obvious reasons)

Winder- member of the “medic squad.” He was badly injured on Christophsis and died due to complications two days later. He was kind of the unofficial leader of the squad, so they were all devastated, but Volt and Patch took it the hardest. 

Burnout- one of Sunny’s squadmates. Died on Umbara. He was the unofficial leader of the squad. 

Rain- one of Sunny’s squadmates. Died on Umbara. He was Sunny’s best friend growing up. (I feel so bad for killing him in particular, ouch...) 

Quinn- one of Sunny’s squadmates. Died on Umbara. He was the strict rule follower of the squad. 

Trip- one of Sunny’s squadmates. Died on Umbara. He was an absolute klutz with a heart of gold. 

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PART 15 of Luke and Vader travel through time and save the galaxy.

--Rex found Chatterbox trying to keep Hardcase from bleeding out, tourniquet tied around his leg. Fives, no one dared move any further due to a spinal injury until a medic could be called to the scene. The body of the Chancellor was nothing but a black smear on the ground. And Luke . . . Rex found Luke curled over the shattered body of his father.

He holstered his weapon and took off his helmet. He approached Luke slowly, hands clenching and un-clenching. What could he say? When he lost batch brothers or close squad mates, on the battlefield they had been trained to leave the dead, to keep going no matter what. Grief came only in the darkness of the barrack bunk, or some quiet corner of the landing bay, brothers remembering those lost. Clones were bred to be soldiers in service to the Jedi, but now when Rex had more freedom and more opportunity than ever before in his life he felt truly powerless.

Luke’s head rose and his hands came up to his Father’s cracked mask. Carefully, he lifted first the helm and then peeled back the face plate. Rex swallowed hard at the sight of the man underneath. Behind him Jesse hissed under his breath in sympathy at the sight of the burned flesh. There had been talk when Vader had shown up on Umbara, whether he was a droid or if he was like Grevious, some sort of half man half machine, inhuman and monstrous. But there was a person under the armor, a man, covered in scars. Wordlessly, Luke balled up his gloved hand and began to smash first the mask and then the helmet to pieces. Rex stepped forward, reaching out to stop Luke before he hurt himself only to realize that his hand, his hand was a prosthetic. Rex wondered how he had lost it.

When the mask was dust, Luke reached for his father’s chest plate armor and untangled the respirator apparatus and smashed that as well. Finally, he took his Father’s armorweave cloak and slowly, carefully drew it up to serve as a shroud.

“Captain Rex,” the Jedi said quietly.

“Sir,” he responded coming to attention.

“The war is over. We have peace.” There was a long pause. Luke had said those words so many times, willing them to be true. Now at last they were. “I-I am not sure what I am supposed to do now,” he admitted, voice cracking with despair.  His hands shook over his father’s body. “We–we didn’t really talk about what we would do after the Emperor was dead.” Luke swallowed hard. “I think . . .  he didn’t expect to live. I didn’t expect to live,” he added with a self deprecating laugh. “Some half-trained Jedi defeating him, when he killed thousands of the very best.” He ran an exhausted hand over his face, wincing when he touched on the burns raw and red on the edge of his jaw.

“Sir, you need a medic,” Rex offered anxiously. He wanted to stop this talk, stop it now. Luke and Vader had always stood so calm, so firm, so competent like nothing could shake them. To know that they were simply hurdling towards this confrontation with that skrag Palpatine and never expected to come out the other side. . .  “You are injured. Let us–“

“This isn’t my place,” he murmured. “No future for him, for us. I don’t want to hurt them, they’ve been hurt enough–“

Rex stepped forward and took hold of Luke’s shoulders, drawing him back from his father’s body. Jesse and Redeye moved quickly to gently lift Vader’s body onto a stretcher. “Sir,” Rex urged. “We need to get you to a medic.”

“No–“

“Sir, if Vader were here he would kill me for leaving you injured. I’m not sure that he won’t find a way to kill me even now if I don’t take care of you. Please, sir,” Rex said desperately.

Luke’s eyes never left the body. He finally nodded. He staggered to his feet, leaning heavily on the Captain’s shoulder and together they walked toward the waiting gunships.

-Even knowing that Luke had left to face the Sith Master, nothing prepares Anakin for the moment where the holoscreen had come to life and the Supreme Chancellor started screaming for the clones to kill the Jedi and drew a blood red lightsaber.  Now curled up on the floor, Obi-Wan’s arms around him, he still isn’t prepared for the screams, the crash of sabers, and Palpatine screaming about power. He catches the light from the holoscreen splashing across the walls and floor and over the bodies of the fallen.

“--worst is over, Anakin, I’m here and–“

Something blocks his view, and Padme is being helped by Echo to sit beside him. Desperate, he reaches out a hand to her, to the twins, she is here, she is breathing, the horrible nightmares that have plagued him for days have not come true. She is crying as she leans over him, hands holding onto him for dear life. He wants to tell her not to, not to hold onto him because he cannot be her bedrock, her certainty, her champion.

“--wouldn’t have gone to the Council, dear one, you must believe me that–“

The universe has cracked in two and Anakin cannot stop shaking, cannot stop the terrified sobs from spilling out.  He cannot save them. He cannot protect them. He is not good enough, fast enough, smart enough, strong enough, powerful enough. Nothing is safe. Nowhere is safe.  He hasn’t cried so hard since that day when his mother was dragged away by Gardulla to serve as a bet on a pod race.

“–please, nothing is more important, I know that–“

There is a tremendous crash and one of the few remaining windows blows out. Denal swears and then shouts that it is the Resolute that just crash landed.  Anakin squeezes his eyes tight shut. Ahsoka! Ahsoka is on the Resolute! And here he is on the floor unable to move. My Padawan, the Temple, my men–

“--I am sorry, I am so, so sorry,” Obi-Wan, that’s Obi-Wan still talking, he hasn’t stopped talking. “It’s going to be all right, I swear it. We will make it all–“

And all sound vanishes and Anakin knows what to do without thinking, he sits up and grabs Obi-Wan, Padme, and the babies close in his arms and reaches for the Force just as a wave of Darkness comes roaring through the room. It is like being buffered by a sandstorm of hate and rage, writhing evil, searching, murderous, still desperately hungry for him, for Padme, for the twins.

No, Anakin thinks and feeling his loved ones beside him, his men around him, he somehow finds the strength to stand his ground in the Force. NO.

The storm subsides and he looks around and they are all still here, they are all still breathing, the twins now wailing and crying, the holoscreen blessedly silent and off at long last. Anakin draws one shaky breath after another and then reaches to help Padme sooth the children.  Leia’s face is all scrunched up and red as she howls her displeasure and Anakin wraps his Force presence around her checking, checking, and she is all right. Luke, what about Luke? Padme is rocking him even as tears drip down her cheeks. Obi-Wan reaches out and runs a careful hand over his son’s head and sighs in relief. They are all right, they are all right and Palpatine is dead.

The Force shudders around them, reverberating with aftershocks. Anakin blinks trying to clear his vision. He needs to get up, get to the crash site to check on Ahsoka (he can feel her, she lives), go to the Temple and assess the damage, the Senate, he has to get to the Senate where Luke and the others have fought Palpatine. He can’t tell if they lived or not, the holoscreen feed knocked out by the Dark Force storm, but if he could just get up–

“Sir, evac will be here in 10, what do we need to take?” Echo asks softly, crouching down to his General’s level. Anakin cannot find the words to answer.

“Evac? Evac where?” Obi-Wan says.

“Off planet, sir. We have orders to remove you from Coruscant as soon as we had a window of opportunity. The Dauntless just came out of hyperspace and we need to move. Senator, what do we need to bring?”

Padme looks bewildered. “I-I don’t have any, I haven’t– I was going to go to Naboo to have the babies and, and –“

Echo nods, “We’ll take care of it, ma’am. Kix,” he said, calling the medic over. General Skywalker was deathly pale and sweating. Echo is sure it was shock and the Senator isn’t much better being only a few hours post labor. General Kenobi looks like he is punch drunk after staying awake for too long on too many stims.

“The Council,” Obi-Wan says abruptly, trying to engage rational thought. “We need to report to the Co. . .” Obi-Wan trails off as Anakin literally and violently flinchs away from Obi-Wan at his words, leaning bodily over both babies being held between him and Padme as if protecting them from danger. “No, no you’re right,” he backtracks quickly, placing a hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “Medical facilities on planet will be stretched thin; the Dauntless will be perfect, thank you.”

-Appo found Cody trapped under a fallen pylon on what was left of the bridge and Ahsoka collapsed nearby, both barely breathing due to smoke inhalation. There is the question of which medical facility to take them to. Finally, the decision is made and they are taken to the Temple and treated in the mostly intact healers wing along with many other brothers (there was a fight, he later heard, the Jedi didn’t want to let them bring the wounded into the Temple but Dogma, Dogma of all people, forced them to open the Temple to treat the clones). There were wounded among the Jedi Order but no fatalities. The same could not be said for the troopers. Members of the Coruscant Guard killed by sabers lay side by side in what probably was the Jedi equivalent of a mess hall. Even more members of the 501st and 212th lay there as well, killed by fellow clones, refusing to use lethal force on those still chipped even to save their own lives. The scars of Krell ran deep. Appo felt a sick sort of pride in knowing that none of the Coruscant Guard had been killed by the combined clone forces defending the Temple. Injured yes, dead no. He also found for the first time that he was deeply uncomfortable around the Masters and other Jedi who lead the Temple defenses. He couldn’t help resting his eyes on the sabers at their belts and thinking how many of his brothers they had cut down rather than subdue through some other method. Appo realized how grateful he was that with the sole exception of Krell, the 501st had worked with only the best Jedi commanders and generals.

-When Ahsoka wakes she pushes at the oxygen mask over her mouth and nose with clumsy fingers. The medical tubes and elastic ties on the mask are cutting into her lekku.  She fumbles around until she pulls off the mask and immediately regrets trying to breath without it.  Things start beeping around her and then someone grabs the mask and presses it back against her nose and mouth. She looks up and sees Cody sitting (floating, he’s on a hover chair) by her side.

“Put the mask back on, sir,” Cody croaks, “Or the medics are going to come down on you hard.”

Ahsoka uses one unbandaged (bandages? really?) hand to hold onto the mask and takes a few deep breaths. “I think you can call me Ahsoka,” she says. She looks around recognizing the Temple’s architecture. She peers at Cody whose leg is propped up and covered in bandages rather than bacta which has Ahsoka worried about a bacta shortage on Coruscant of all places.  She peers around the rest of the ward and sees troopers and Jedi in the beds, healers and clone medics and med droids buzzing around. “Master Anakin, Obi-Wan, the men–“

“Echo reported in that General Skywalker and Kenobi are alive and are with Senator Amidala. Troop casualty numbers were higher than we hoped for,” Cody says softly. “The Jedi at the Temple suffered some injuries but no deaths. There were some deaths out in the field before the chipped clones could be stopped.  Many of the injured have been taken to the ships in orbit for treatment, the hospitals and med centers are overflowing. There were some civilian casualties, but not as many as there could have been. Everyone else survived except Vader. His injuries were too severe. He died shortly after the Sith Master.”

Ahsoka closes her eyes and just breaths. She isn’t sure why but the thought of Vader’s death fills her with a strange sense of sadness, of loss. No, she wasn’t sad for Vader, she was sad for Luke! She tells herself firmly. Luke has lost a father whom he loved when no one in their right mind should or frankly could love a Sith. She shouldn’t feel upset about Vader’s death. He was darkness and pain and barely controlled violence. But as much as he avoided her during their brief time together (except to criticize her beliefs and the way she held her sabers!), she saw that he could be quirky, just as obsessed with machines as her Master, and that he cared deeply about things other than himself and power, even if he showed it in all the wrong ways. 

Sith killing Sith, that is a good thing, right? It is a good thing Palpatine is dead. It is a good thing that Vader wasn’t around anymore to try and take power or do Sith things. It is a good thing.

So why does she feel like crying?  

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Flash’s masterlist of clone OCs

Because your girl is bad at remembering things and will most definitely forget about at least one of my less-used boys, which would be sad, so here’s a list of them so I don’t forget anybody. More will be added as needed. 

Volt CT-6890 (212th battalion head medic)

He’s a spazzy boy off-duty, but on-duty he’s a strict, but also sweet medic. He survives off caffeine and sarcasm on long missions because Obi-Wan is so bad at staying in the kriffing medbay. He’s so done with Kenobi’s antics. Patch is his bestie despite the fact that they don’t see each other in person very often ever since they left Kamino. Mess with Volt’s patients and you will die. 

Patch CT-6545 (342nd battalion head medic) 

Really dark brown hair instead of black. Absolute sweetheart, but also anxious. Needs hugs. Blind in right eye due to a training accident as a cadet. Despite being sweet, he will beat you up if you deserve it. Thinks he’s not good enough to be a medic. He’s actually great, especially since his commander is a dumbbutt who gets captured and beat up a lot.  Jax CC-3421 (342nd battalion commander) 

Love cracking jokes to boost morale. Great strategist and cares about everyone, but also kind of a reckless idiot. He gets captured a lot. And tortured for information since he’s a commander. He’s got the scars to prove it too. Loves pissing off his interrogators, which never helps the situation, he just thinks it’s funny to make the Separatists mad. His General has to go rescue him a lot. Despite being reckless himself, he never takes unnecessary risks with his men. 

Ticker CT-5421 (212th battalion trooper) (new to my group so not a lot of info yet)

First deployment was the Ryloth mission, where he lost his left foot in the gutkurr attack. Also has a big bite scar on his right shoulder from the same attack. He’s kinda quiet, but great at fixing stuff since he’s got a new appreciation for mechanical things after he got his cybernetic foot. Talk to him about mechanical stuff and he’ll be your best friend.  Sej CT-3625 (212th battalion medic) 

A little older than Volt and Nexus, but was originally a standard trooper with just extra first-aid training. A severe injury permanently hindered his ability to run, so he’s mostly just in the medbay rather than out in the field. Volt and Nexus taught him more medical stuff while he was healing, so he’s now a medic despite not receiving official training. Has a slight limp, but he can run if necessary, it just hurts to do so. Absolutely refuses to set foot on Kamino since he doesn’t trust the Kaminoans not to do something to him for being kinda crippled. He’s terrified of being pulled from duty due to his injury, but everyone covers for him, including Cody and Obi-Wan. 

Nexus CT-6753 (212th battalion medic) 

Went through medic training with Volt and Patch (and a few other I mention below). A bit of a dork, but he means well. Finds alternate meanings to random words, which actually helps troopers find names for themselves. Gets lost in thought when he’s bored or doing a menial task like cleaning. 

Ollie CT-6391 (342nd battalion medic) 

Went through medic training as part Volt and Patch’s group. Has slight hearing loss, so can be a bit loud by accident when he’s excited. He talks in a really low voice while in the medbay to avoid scaring any of the injured troopers. He’s oddly good at understanding slurred/mumbled speech, but he’s really not sure why since his hearing isn’t great. Practice, maybe? Dek is his bestie and they are morons together. 

Dek CT-6637 (342nd battalion medic) 

Part of the “medic gang” (the same group as Volt, Patch, Ollie, and Nexus). Never far from Ollie unless absolutely necessary. He’s not anxious or anything, he just likes Ollie’s company. It’s normal for someone to overhear “hi, ugly” or “hello, moof-milker” when Dek and Ollie greet each other. 

Jumpstart CT-4733 (501st sergeant) 

Befriended cadet Patch after being crashed into in a hallway on Kamino. Older than Patch by quite a bit in clone standards. Got promoted to sergeant during the war. Honestly a sweet guy, and is super supportive of all his brothers. Doesn’t see Patch again until the rescue crew, which happens to consist of a portion of the 342nd battalion, finds him on Umbara. He was badly injured and left for dead by Krell. Definitely has PTSD from being left behind. Was super excited to see Patch again though.  Sunny CT-7246 (212th battalion trooper) 

Naturally blond baby. Absolute sweetheart of a clone who was a shiny during the invasion of Umbara. He lost his while squad during the invasion, and was so upset that he hid in a storage closet to cry until Volt found him. Sunny has become super close to Volt and is usually near him whenever he’s not busy. He’s a huge cuddle bug and is a little needy when it comes to physical affection, but no one really minds since he’s not annoying about it. He’s super sweet and pretty optimistic, which makes him come off as naive, but he’s not. Usually cries when he gets mad, but he doesn’t get mad often anyway. Has basically become an honorary member of the medic squad since he hangs around the medbay so much.