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Captain's Log: Chapter 6

Dependents

Series Summary: The galaxy is in turmoil. The Republic has fallen, giving rise to the sinister reign of the totalitarian Empire, led by the insidious Emperor Palpatine. The millions of valiant clone troopers of the former Grand Army of the Republic are now blindly sworn, against their will, to protect a regime they once sought to destroy. After being saved from a terrible fate by his former-Jedi ally and close friend, Ahsoka Tano, seasoned veteran CT-7567 Clone Captain Rex remains loyal to the pillars of Democracy, freedom and truth that shaped the former Galactic Republic. We follow him now struggling to deal with the personal aftereffects of survival and finding his place in the galaxy alongside the only person he has left. You. The love of his life.

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Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns used) Word Count: 12.6k (i know im sorry lmao) Series Rating: Explicit (18+ only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT) Chapter Summary: It's already time to go. Your visit with the Lawquane's has messed with both of Rex's heads and you finally find yourself forced to talk about plans and promises for the distant future. Meanwhile, the immediate future brings back old friends and you stumble across a dangerous start to your ultimate mission. Chapter Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Blowjob, Cum Play, Breeding Kink (this got disGUSTENG), Language, Survivor's Guilt, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Major Character Loss, References to Canon Plot, Political References, Discussions of Family, Drinking References, Lots of Fluff

Leaving is hard. Especially after spending so little time with the Lawquane’s adorable, sweet kids. They clung to Rex’s limbs, following his lead and desperately hoping that if they held on long enough it might prevent his departure. He was gentle with them. Far softer with them than he ever was with his men and definitely softer than I preferred he’d be with me. I sat beside Suu at their dining table, packing what few rations we could store in my bag.

“But Daaad, why does he have to go so soon? He just got here!” Jek complained loudly, peering up at Cut like anything he’d do could change the grave circumstances he didn’t even know we were in.

Rex looked over at me, the pained sorrow in his eyes stinging him again as he struggled to hold back his matter-of-fact explanation. He was so used to delivering status reports that he didn’t exactly know how to give bad news delicately. Especially not to a child. Cut looked between us both, biting the side of his cheek as a hush filled the house.

Suu spoke first, the soothing lull of a mother’s voice comforting only those of us who had memories of what that felt like. “My darlings…the world is a dangerous place. Things are about to change for all of us. But especially for your Father and Rex.” Her lower lip quivered, a heavy sigh following as she swallowed down thick tears I knew she wanted to let out.

Shaeeah padded toward the empty chair at our table and grabbed her mother’s hand. “What’s wrong, Mom?” She asked, the curious eyes of a child suddenly piecing together the clues. Our arrival to their home after all these years. The fresh scar on Rex’s hairline. The blaster singed holes in his plastoid. The pain searing through her father’s temple that grew stronger every day. It wasn’t hard to put together that something terrible had happened. That Rex’s visit wasn’t a happy surprise, but an ominous warning.

Suu glanced at me, hoping for support, an explanation. Something. “The galaxy…and our lives as we once knew them…those times have ended. The Republic is gone. The Clone Wars are over. Your Father’s brothers, Rex’s family, are in trouble. Bad people used them to hurt others. To hurt each other. We wanted to find you before the bad guys did the same to you. To tell you all to run. Stay together and run as far as you can from the shadow of the Empire.” I explained, both children’s faces falling, the excitement in their eyes fading into fear.

“B-but I don’t want to leave home. Not like this.” Jek blubbered, realizing that this was serious enough to scare even his parents into silence.

Suddenly, Rex’s hand found the boys shoulder and he kneeled down before him. “Hey kid, listen, if there’s one thing I know after all these years…it’s that home’s not a place. Home’s where your boots land…” He smiled, ruffling the boy’s hat under his palm and locking eyes with mine. Like he meant this for more than just the kids to hear.

“And where your Brothers stand beside you.” Cut finished his thought, handing him his helmet from the floor. His eyes were misty now, like he was recalling a thought or a memory that sat dormant until just now. Rex took his helmet in his shaky hand and met his brother’s teary-eyed gaze. Without another word, Cut pulled Rex into a tight hug and they stood there silently for a long time.

Suu was sobbing softly beside me, realizing that this was likely the last time they’d ever see us. Rex had saved them once before and like the hero he always was to the Lawquane’s he had come back to protect them again. From the second he left them all those years ago, he was family and to be forced to part from him now, under such dire circumstances, was to experience loss they hadn’t felt as a group before.

I stood up, letting them all have their moment and backing into the hut’s door frame. Just a few months was a lifetime for a clone and Cut knew this better than anyone. He knew just how much of his life Rex had given to protect all of us with every battle he fought. How much it meant that he’d spend even a second of that time thinking about this little adoptive family before himself. How much sacrifice was a love language to his rugged Captain of a brother. How miserably unfair it was that Rex had only ever seemed to feel the importance of family when he lost one of his own. Loss was a natural part of life, even amongst family. But no natural born being experienced the depth of loss and the absence of loved ones like clones were forced to.

Cut called my name as he pulled away from his brother. “You take care of him. He’s the best of us.” Rex wiped his cheek with his sleeve quickly, hiding the fact that such a rushed goodbye was tearing open wounds of loss that had barely begun to heal. His heavy boots thudded across the wood floor and joined my side, curling his fingers between mine. I squeezed back, reassuring him without words and accepting him as he was. The way I always did. And always will. All the healing shattered pieces and battered bones of a warrior who gave too much and asked for nothing in return.

“I will.” I spoke, slinging my pack over my back and smiling back at the family now huddled together. Flashes of a potential future struck me. For once all the effort to differentiate an identical face didn’t matter. In Cut’s face, the warm twinkle of his honey brown eyes, the quirked corners of his mouth drawing into a shy smile, the determined strength tightening his jaw, I saw Rex. I saw dreams fulfilled that even Rex might not know he has. I saw the life that he deserved to have too. And no matter how long it took, no matter how hard it would be. I promised myself that someday I’d get him there.

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The ship was just as we’d left it, luckily. The field of Cut’s crops kept us well hidden and if being here didn’t put the Lawquane’s at risk I might’ve asked Rex if we could stay longer. Saleucami was warm, so dry and bright, allowing me to feel more sunshine on my face than I’d ever felt in a lifetime on Coruscant.

The air was fresher here and I wondered if the smog of a densely overcrowded city planet was what made the Senators and government in general so unpleasant. If they could just feel the sun like this for even a day, maybe things wouldn’t be so constantly dreadful. Maybe people would actually enjoy the beautiful galaxy we lived in instead of destroying it for profit or power or some other stupid political ploy.

Rex felt it too. I think. Sometime after we left the Lawquane’s property line, he shed the plastoid bucket and clipped it to his pack. The sunshine of this planet kissed the pretty warm brown of his skin, the tiniest hint of freckles started to blossom on the bridge of his nose. For a man born on a stormy planet that knew only of rain and clouds, the sunlight suited him beautifully.

He hadn’t talked much since leaving his brother’s house and I thought better than to interrupt his thoughts as he accepted our departure from yet another of his family. Yet, his hand never left mine, clinging to it all the time, even when it wasn’t convenient to hold on. His ungloved thumb and index finger mindfully brushed over the back of my hand often, stroking little circles and patterns into my skin. While he was undoubtedly upset about having to walk away from his brother, he seemed happy, peaceful even.

He breathed deeply, soaking in the fresh air just so he could remind himself of what it felt like to not smell the burning metal of droid parts and shrapnel. I didn’t know if he’d ever gone somewhere for enjoyment, it certainly didn’t seem like he did. Shore leave was almost always spent on Coruscant just in case they were needed at a moment’s notice. In Rex’s case, shore leave was spent in my old apartment for hours on end, since we really couldn’t go out and be seen together formally anywhere. It was an odd feeling, being so carefree together and uncaring who could see us so obviously in love, but it was a happy one. The one beautiful feeling he could hold dear in all this mess.

By the time we’d reached the ship, his touch was caressing over far more than just my hands. His fervent, gentle grip ran up my forearm, up my sides, along the small of my back and the swell of my backside. I glanced over at him every so often to see he hadn’t stopped gazing at me like I was the brightest nebula, the rarest shooting star, like if he blinked too long, he’d miss me.

“What?” I asked, tipping my head to one side to observe his dumb struck reverence of me.

The sound of my voice after a few hours of walking in silence made the highs of his cheekbones flush a deeper shade and his breathing quicken in excitement. “N-nothing.” He stammered, tripping over himself trying to find the right words for his emotions.

I laughed at him, shaking my head as he fawned over me like a schoolboy crush.

“Does too much sunlight make clones dizzy or something?” I joked, acting like I didn’t know that he was far more infatuated with me than the weather.

His jaw quirked, running his hand over the stubble on his face as if to snap himself out of a haze he couldn’t help but feel. “…that’s not what’s affecting me, and you know it.” He admitted his whole face blushing, his attempt at a wink failing miserably and making a genuine laugh bubble up in my chest.

“Captain Rex…are you blushing?” I teased, stepping toward him and shucking off a layer of clothing I knew he’d want removed.

“As if you don’t know…” He retorted, both admitting to it and blaming me for the overwhelming sunsick daze he was trapped in.

“Could be a sunburn.” I shrugged, removing yet another layer so my torso was only covered by my thin bra. His eyes flicked down to my now exposed chest and he licked his lips, before that familiar look of delightful mischief crossed his face.

“Look at me…you think I sunburn?” He laughed, reaching his hand down to pull at my hip and draw me into him.

“Take off your armor and we’ll check…” I muttered far too seductively in his ear. He let out a charged exhale and bit his bottom lip in anticipation.

Plastoid armor on his chest and shoulders unclipped before I could draw in my next breath, his gaze roaming from the heave of my chest to my lips dropped open to exhale a controlled seduction across his now freckled face. His tight black top sprawled across shoulders that somehow seemed even larger than I remembered, begging for me to sink my fingers into. The sides of his neck were begging for my lips to graze it, to nibble love bites along skin that looked too pretty, too perfect not to leave my mark on. He looked fucking delightful and stars I wanted to taste him, to feel him all over me for days.

“You seem a little dizzy too, cyare. Wonder why…” He muttered, his palm resting on my shoulder slid down to cup my breast gently. I shuddered, closing my eyes and gasping softly at his touch. I laid my hand over his heart, his rippling chest flexing not enough to disguise the thrumming pattern of his heartbeat.

“Yeah…I…I wonder…” I whispered, losing my resolve and my ability to tease as his hand guided my center onto the cold plastoid of his thigh. My eyes shot up at his own, brows raised in surprise as he maneuvered me against him agonizingly slowly. My mouth dropped open in delight, the feeling of him cool against my heat a welcome surprise.

“That feel good?” He asked in my ear, humming in satisfaction. “You always feel so nice pressed up against me.” He grabbed hold of my ass, shifting his thigh forward to work me up even more. My hands shot down to the hem of my pants, yanking them off in close pursuit of the delicious contact I craved. The edge of his thigh armor caught my clit and I cried out, the pleasure immediately making me give in. I had to have him. Now.

“Hmph, Rex, take me to bed. Please.”

In an instant, he tore my bottoms the rest of the way off, lifting me off my feet and wrapping my thighs around his lap. I gripped my clothes in my free hand, trailing them behind us, as the other curled arm around his broad shoulders. He padded down the hallway, kicking off his boots and tossing our loose belongings into the open door to our room. I clung to him, knowing exactly where this was going. I giggled excitedly, which only spurred him on more, his cock twitching against me. He set me down against the side of our bunk, both of us hastily tearing each other’s remaining clothes off hurriedly.

As he stood naked and glorious before me, I beckoned him closer, running greedy hands down his ab muscles. He propped his arms up on the wall on either side of me, dipping his chin down to connect his lips with mine hungrily. I drank in the strong scent of his arousal and bit down on his lower lip, the taste of him even more intoxicating than his scent. My tongue delicately soothed the bite I left him with and slipped between his lips. His tongue dodged mine, forcing me to chase after him. He broke our kiss with a laugh, “Cmon. Get over here. Come get me.” He teased, pecking my lips and calling me forward, always keeping the deep kiss I wanted a few steps away.

I rested my hands on his jaw and pulled him back to me. “You can’t tease me like that and run…” I gasped between kisses, scratching at the stubble growing on his cheek.

“Why not? I like it when you chase me. Makes you needy…” He said, his hand lifting off the wall to curl into the hair behind my ears and hold me steady. “Though, I just can’t keep my hands off you…now that I’ve got you all to myself.” He muttered in my ear, one rough palm pulling my neck into his lips and the other holding my hips caged between his thighs. Warm swirls of his tongue laved against my jawline, the blood pumping harshly through the corded taut veins in my neck.

“Rex…I think you’re the one who’s needy today…” I laughed, teasing him somewhat cruelly and rolling my hips against him.

“Damn right I am. I need you so bad.” He rasped, the tone of his voice dropping lower as he traced down my neck. His wide palms splayed against my rib cage and he held me tightly, pulling my body as tight to him as he could. “Cock’s so fucking hard.” He groaned, pressing himself against the width of my thigh.

He wasn’t lying. I could feel his erection pounding against me, heat searing into my flesh like blaster fire. Painfully aching for my touch as he writhed against me. “Hmmm, need some help with that, my love?” I whispered in his ear, the tip of my tongue tracing a teasing pattern into the flesh behind it. “Need me to put my pretty mouth around that thick cock, Captain?” I offered, shifting my right thigh enough to glide against his length.

“Stars yes. Get on your knees for me, my dirty girl. Suck this cock like you did before. So, so sloppy. Looked so pretty like that.” He rambled, his nibble fingers tweaking my nipples to hardness at his touch.

“Yes, sir. Whatever you order, sir.” I cooed, running my hands down his chest and snapping the band of his underwear down off his length. I dropped down to my knees and guided him to lay back against the ship’s walls. I sat on my haunches beneath him and looked up at him with the big doe eyed teasing grin he loved so much.

“Fuck. Good girl.” He praised, affectionately running his thumb beneath my chin. “You’re all I’ve been thinking about. Those pretty eyes looking up at me. So hungry for my cock. Fucking you open and filling your sweet cunt full of me all night long. You gonna get me nice and ready to fuck you today, cyar’ika?”

My eyes widened, not used to him being so forward like this. Sure, he fantasized all the time. He told me so. But he was only ever like this on missions when he was desperately needy and couldn’t see me right away. Something had come over him and it was like he was ravenous for me. Hands exploring and touching like his life depended on it. Being this openly needy and downright insatiable was making me hot in a way I haven’t been since that first night.

“Yes, Rex. Nice and wet and throbbing. Just like I am for you.” I admitted, rolling my hips forward to lick up his shaft. He hissed slowly, watching my ass gyrate behind me as I curled a gentle fist around the base of him.

“Oh yeah? Can you touch that sweet little pussy for me?” He asked, running his fingers through my hair as I spit saliva on the blunt of his head and coaxing it down his length with my fist. He grunted, screwing his eyes shut and enjoying how I handled him with barely any friction.

I whimpered, overwhelmed by his words in my ears and his hard cock in my hand. Playing with myself while I jerked him off was something he almost always forbade since it usually made him finish way earlier than he wanted to. Which he hated. Whenever he came home from tours of duty, he wanted sex he’d thought about for weeks to last for hours, not minutes. I looked up at him hesitantly and ran my hand down my chest, slipping it past the band of my underwear and into my slick folds.

“Oh, Rex. I’m- I’m soaked…” I whispered, letting my lips brush the head of his cock as I spoke.

“Who makes your pussy so wet, pretty girl? Tell me.”

“You, Captain.” I responded, circling the rim of his head with my tongue when I finished speaking. He shivered at my touch, gripping my hair with his hand.

“Mesh’la. You don’t know what you do to me. Making my cock so fucking hard.” He rasped behind gritted teeth. He rolled his hips forward, pressing the weight of himself onto my tongue.

“Oh am I? Do I make your pretty, thick cock throb, Rex? When I play with my little pussy while I suck you off. Do you like that, baby?” I said, lust dripping from my tongue as I passed over his slit, collecting his precum and swirling it around his head. I slid my fingers through my slick folds and whimpered out an ear-splitting moan.

“Yes, cyare. Fuck yes.” He groaned, tipping his head back against the ship’s wall. His chest was heaving, all at once so overwhelmed and caught up in the moment unfolding in front of him. His scarred chin tipped back down to watch with pride as I enveloped the weeping blunt head between my kiss swollen lips.

My eyes watered, the corners pricking with tears as I sucked my cheeks in, slipping him into the wet cavern of my mouth. I hummed gently, the fullness of him slotting into place like he belonged here. I bobbed my head slowly, not breaking eye contact with him for anything. His face contorted, heavy brows raising in delight as his eyelids fluttered at the new, yet familiar sensation.

I explored my own wetness with two fingers, grazing over my sensitive bud so delicately in order to keep my composure. He looked so good like this, his hardened body free of any tension and jolts of the pleasure he deserved to feel coursing through his veins. If I looked too long or touched myself with just a little more pressure, I’d finish too fast from just my sheer attraction to him. Stars he’s so fucking handsome.

I pulled off him slowly, spit trailing down his length to my mouth and I looked up at him with an enamored smile. “I can’t keep this up much longer with you looking this good…” I confessed, my fingertips pressing against my clit and making me gasp.

His heaving chest slowed as he tried to catch his breath. “How…do you think…I feel…always?” He chuckled, running his hand through my hair and down my cheek. “Get up here…” Slowly, he curled his hand around my jaw and guided me up to my feet. The warmth in his eyes mixed adoration with lust as he looked over my face again. Normally the look in his eyes made me almost fear what I was in for, but today the fond twinkle in his eyes made me feel safe, loved, and enamored.

I wanted him more than I ever had before, to please him, to give him everything he could ever want. I dropped my jaw, mouth opening to speak to break the tension. Instead, it was met with a consuming kiss, his lips crashing into mine and his tongue sliding inside to steal any semblance of words I might’ve spoken.

I nearly fell into his grasp, clutching onto his chest desperate for more of his attention. He understood immediately, running his palms down my side and going right for where my hand still stroked my center. He swatted my fingers away, replacing my touch with his own and sliding his two far wider digits between my slick folds.

I broke the kiss with a yearning gasp, ��Rex.” I rested my cheek against his, rolling my hips into his touch and whimpering as he circled my throbbing clit. The width of his chest kept me steady, my tits pressing into him salaciously. I curled my arm around his broad shoulders, gripping onto him as his fingers teased me more, spurring reactions and spasms I couldn’t contain.

“Mhm, cyar’ika…you’re my wet little mess, aren’t you? Nice and ready for me to spread you….fuck you so deep…you want that?” He whispered, his fingers swirling around my opening and teasing the entry I craved. I whimpered into his neck, nibbling on the skin there to keep myself from begging for him as desperately as I wanted to.

Instead, I nodded, maneuvering my hips forward even more to chase the rising high building at my center. My clit was pounding in time with my heart beats, his thumb jerking it gently every so often to keep a torturous burn going. He slid his other hand down the curves of my back, resting on the thick of my ass to push me into him roughly. I felt my hole spasm, as if trying to coax his fingers inside me of its own volition. He chuckled with amusement, “Yeah, you do. I can feel how much you need me.”

I lifted my head to look up at him, lust filled madness glazing over my eyes as I rocked against his fingers. “In-inside now. Please. Rex, please.” I muttered, moaning softly as he obliged instantly. His fingers stretched me open, both digits curling and digging deeper against my walls. I yelped in surprise delight, sighing out in relief as he spread my tight walls just wide enough to fit him. The burn in my belly ignited, a bright feeling of fullness consuming me as his fingers explored me. He plunged in and out as quickly as he could, his fingertips pressing a particularly pleasant spot near the front of my opening.

“Fuck…right there, Rex…right there…so good, baby. You’re so- so good.” I moaned, losing myself to the feeling of him repeatedly entering and exiting me.

“That’s right, my dirty girl. Who makes you feel this good? Little louder for me…fuck you’re tight.” He gritted out, pumping his fingers deeper into the spot I was loving.

“You, Rex…you…do.” I whined, his hand on my waist gripping me tighter as his name fell from my lips.

“Good girl. You’re so in for it today, mesh’la. Watching you with Cut’s family. Stars, you made me so proud to call you mine. Gonna reward you for being so good to me. Love you so much…” He explained, suddenly spinning us around and plopping me down on the bed behind us. He spread both my legs apart with one hand and pulled his now slick fingers out of my entrance obscenely. “Look at you. Dripping down my fingers.” He sighed, drawing both soaked digits into his mouth to sample what he’d done to me so far. His eyes rolled back as he savored my taste on his tongue, “So fucking sweet.”

I propped myself up on my elbows and reached for him, grabbing onto his forearm and tightening. “Please…I need you.” I begged, the desperation to have him inside me too strong to resist. He smiled wide, his gaze soft as he fervently shoved two fingers back inside again. I tipped my head back and cried out, bucking my hips forward onto him for more. “Rex!”

“So, so needy today. Me too. But you look so gorgeous all worked up for me…” His free hand traveled up my waist, squeezing my breast and twisting a nipple between two fingers. Sweat trailed down my bare back, my hair a tousled nest, lip swollen from biting down on it in ecstasy. This was just how he liked it, me coming undone and falling apart the second he touched me. “Tell you what…when you were sucking my cock so perfectly this morning…angel you are…I really wanted to watch you bounce on my cock till the sun rose. You wanna do that for me, cyar’ika? Put this tight pussy on my cock…” He muttered, filth leaving his lips in ragged gasps.

Before I could think, I was pulling myself up to his chest and wrapping arms around his shoulders. I pressed passionate open-mouthed kisses to his lips, teeth grinding, tongues tangled as I practically wrestled him down beneath me. I felt nothing but the blinding ache in my core, which was solely his fault for torturing me so long. I wanted him to burn like I did. To feel how intense my desire for him was tormenting my insides.

His beautifully toned torso flexed beneath the weight of my thighs trapping him in. My palms slid down the heat of his chest, his heart racing faster than lightspeed under my touch. “Of course I wanna do that for you. But once you give me control, you’re not getting it back, Captain.” I threatened, a sultry smirk spreading across my face as I slid my center down to meet his. My center glided across the length of him beneath me, making him moan and punch his fist into our mattress beneath us. His hands flew to my hips, possessively gripping the flesh hard enough to bruise as he dragged me along his cock.

“Ready for me?” He whispered lining himself up with my entrance, checking in with me one more time before we started, just to make sure I was okay. I didn’t answer. Instead choosing to rest my palms on his hip bones and sink onto him harshly. He choked out a long moan and bucked into me deeper, an involuntary jerk that made me double over in sharp delightful agony. He pierced a spot so deep in my gut that tears instantly poured down my cheeks.

“Stars Rex…do that again.” I whimpered, grinding down into his lap to find that searing spot of ecstasy. He grunted, nodding his head in understanding before bucking up into me again, easily finding the same weak spot and exploiting it even harder this time. A sharp moan left my lips, my hands gripping onto his thighs for purchase. I rose my hips up, easing him out of me slightly and then pounding down onto him again.

I started bouncing, each time sending him careening into that spot that made my back arch. I twisted my hips, thighs burning as I sunk down onto him over and over and over again chasing the pleasure boiling over inside me. His hands started roving the landscape of my body, gently caressing my waist, my upper thighs, the curve of my ass, the bend of my shoulder into my neck. Everywhere he touched sizzled like he was cooling my overheating desire from the outside in.

He was absolutely taken with me, his brain too preoccupied with my body overwhelming him to elicit any of the filthy things I knew he wanted to say. Slapping of skin on skin echoed off the ships metal hull, the absolutely filthy moans and groans between us probably loud enough for the rest of Saleucami to hear. “Fuck me…just like that mesh’la…taking my cock so well. Feel so good wrapped around me. Right where you belong.”

The swell of my ass slotted into his waiting thighs perfectly, the stretch of him inside me making me tremble with anticipation the faster I bounced on him. The wet slick of our centers meeting made each thrust frictionless and doing nothing to quell the raging need coiling up painfully in my core. I wanted the drag of his cock inside my collapsing walls to siphon the need to cum out of me soon, too tired to keep this aching at bay.

“Gotta..gotta cum Rex…please let me. I want you to feel me cum on your perfect cock.” I whined, leaning down to rest my palms on his chest and sending my center down even harsher. His hands slid down to grip both cheeks and he struck one side with a loud slap. I gasped, falling into his chest as he took over for me, pounding my hips onto him as fast as he could.

“Cum just like this. Hard as you can. Make that little pussy so wet for me. Want to feel how good you take me. Cum mesh’la…” He praised in my ear, whispering harshly as he battled to keep his own orgasm at bay. I felt my walls collapsing, my opening tightening around him and the violent knot in my belly unfurling as he slammed up into my favorite spot again.

“Rex!” I shouted, digging into his sides for comfort as my mouth dropped open in ecstasy. His thrusts didn’t let up and he largely ignored me, as he chased his own high, my walls fluttering closed around him making him gasp. The orgasm washed over me, blood rushing to my center and my limbs spasming against him as it overtook me. I toppled over the edge; one wave of painful desire being replaced by an insatiable need for more of him. For more of this feeling. For this to happen even stronger. I just came and I still needed him to take more out of me. It wasn’t enough. His hips were grinding up into mine, as my first high subsided.

“Feel good now hmm? You love it when I let you cum. Can you give me another? My perfect girl, I know you can.” He rasped, just as desperate for me as I was for him. I sunk down onto him again, looking up at him as I felt him stretch me wide open.

“Yes, Rex more. I need more. I want you to…split me open…pl-please. I’m aching.”

He exhaled, like he couldn’t believe his luck. “Yes, my pretty girl. I want to fuck you so full of me. Cum so deep and make you mine. Make it stick. Put a baby in you. You want that? You want me to pump your perfect cunt full of me?“ He spilled, admitting where his own desperate need for me was really coming from.

I froze, looking up at him in disbelief. This explained a lot. I knew this was going to require some unpacking and a serious conversation later. But he was pressing so deep into me and throbbing into me so nicely, I didn’t care. I didn’t care if the timing sucked. I didn’t care if it happened now or later. Stars with how unreal he felt buried inside me I honestly hoped it would stick.

I wanted him to fill me, to spill all of himself into me so deep that it had to take.

I wanted it to. Even if it was hard to admit it before.

I wanted it now.

I wanted it with him. And he wanted it with me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and brushed his lips with mine, “fill me Rex. Every last drop. Fuck me. I’m all yours. All of me.” I begged, burying my face in his neck as he immediately rolled us over, his cock still inside me to the hilt.

He adjusted, sliding both of his hands into mine and slamming them down on either side of me. In a flash, his lips were on mine, gasping each time the drag of his overstimulated cock pushed past my tight entrance. “My pretty girl. My cyare. Mine. Mine. Mine. Want me to cum so deep.” He grunted with each thrust, plowing into me deeper than I ever thought he could reach. “Can’t believe how perfect you are. Letting me fucking breed you like this. My good fucking girl. Wants my ad’ika.” His hands held us steady as his thrusts broke my composure, broke my sanity, damn near broke my will.

I was far past the point of orgasm because it felt good, he was carrying me to heights I’d never known before. Overstimulation wasn’t a good enough word. His cock buried deep, the swell of it feeling like he could burst through me at any moment. I was practically wailing under him, rolling my hips back into him as he rammed into me harshly. My blood was boiling, unlocking a desire in me that was so powerful it could only be described as primal instinct.

“H-harder Rex. Harder.” I cried out, feeling the walls squeezing tightly around him all over again.

“Fuuuck, cyare, so tight on my cock. So fucking tight. Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He swore, letting go of my hand to finally give my swollen clit some attention. “Cum with me. Together, my love.” He hummed, his hips stuttering as I pulled him into a siphoning death grip inside me. He twisted his fingertips on my clit quickly as he jutted up into that same devastatingly pleasurable spot inside me.

It felt like time slowed as I crashed, my back arching into his chest as I came so hard it ripped the breath from my lungs. I gasped for air I couldn’t capture as my walls ensnared him, the drag of my vice grip pulling the first rope of release out of him powerfully. Heat seeped into my belly as I felt him spill inside me uncontrollably.

“-Oh Rex.” I sighed out, the most heart clenching moan I could muster leaving my lips as pleasure battled through me stronger than I could ever defeat. He moaned my name out loud, as his balls tightening coaxed more and more of his seed into my belly. I clutched his shoulder, biting and kissing his neck as I held onto him for stability. “Feel so full..”

“Mesh’la…took it all. So well for me. That’s my strong girl. So fucking proud of you. Can you show me how pretty that pussy looks all filled up?” He whispered, easing himself out of my cunt. I hummed and bit my lip, nodding against his neck and kissing him.

I spread my legs open and with two fingers guided my folds apart again. My hole was still fluttering, his warm cum leaking down my parted thighs with each aftershocked spasm. I closed my eyes and moaned softly, tears of overwhelming joy spilling down my cheeks at the feeling of it overflowing from me.

“Stars- get over here…” He grabbed my hand again reassuring me as he angled my bottom half up on his thighs, containing the drip and making sure his seed inside me stayed there. He slipped his thumb through the wet mess emanating from me. “Giving you every last fucking drop. Wish I had something to plug you with.” He chuckled as he gathered up the white ribbons of release in his fingers and pushed it all back inside my overstimulated hole slowly. “This will have to do though.” His fingers prodded me open again, the deliciously provocative schlick schlick schlick slowly fingerfucking his spend as deep into me as he could get it.

I gripped the sheets beneath me and writhed into his fingers, the feeling of being filled again becoming almost too much to bear. He soothed the insides of my thighs with his warm palm, tender and bruising from the power of his hips. Being this gentle as he twisted his wrist and massaged my clit slowly was a shock to my system.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, my chest heaving as he set me down from such a powerful high. “Where…did that…come from?” I asked between my slowing gasps, biting my knuckle as the dull ache of my orgasm still bounced around inside my core.

“Instinct.” Rex shrugged, echoing the very same thought I’d had earlier. “Like I said…couldn’t help myself.” Slowly, he slid his palms up my thighs and lifted me, settling my lower half onto a pillow and plopping down beside me. He ran the back of his knuckle along my forehead and brushed away the hair clinging to the sweaty overheated skin. “How good you look right now, no one in the galaxy could blame me, cyare.”

I laid there catching my breath, feeling the heated pool in my belly settle in with every breath. As good as I felt, my mind began to wander. An impending sense of dread, almost a regret settling in my chest. I’d never felt this way after sleeping with Rex. Never. I loved him, but I was far too sensible for my own good. Even for my own daydreams.

We couldn’t possibly be ready for this. We had nothing solid but the two of our bodies between us. No home, no belongings, no safety, no support. It was terrifying. Panic inducing. What he made me feel was so incredible, something I’d only ever thought I could dream up, but it wasn’t the right time. Immediate guilt swelled up in throat as I tried to swallow thickly. To find some words to say to him. I had to be honest.

“We never really talked about this before.” I said nervously, treading carefully on my words, totally unsure of how to start this. Anxiety built up in the place where my arousal once was. What if it took? What if I had to battle through all of these missions with Rex while carrying a little one? Maker the thought of having to be responsible for another living thing in a time where it wasn’t even safe for the two of us made my blood run cold.

He turned on his side, propping his head up on his curled bicep. “I know. It just sort of happened. I dunno. Last day or so got me thinking…” he sighed, leaning forward to kiss me softly and rest his large hand on my belly. “What they have. I want that. I think…I always have. I guess when I had my men it was sort of like that.” He started, his eyes searching my face for any hint of encouragement or something.

His face fell a bit, nervously realizing that I wasn’t exactly as happy as he thought I’d be. “I-I uhm. I just thought about giving you what they had. Starting our own family. Just..just for you and I. We could start over. Run away and have something you know?” He rambled, getting more and more desperate and illogical the longer I sat without saying anything, which was so very unlike him.

I sat up suddenly, turning my face and biting the inside of my lip. I felt terrible, pulling away from him as he spilled his heart’s most desperate desire. I closed my eyes and sighed, his hand gripping my arm as he bolted upright beside me.

“Hey…hey…what? What’s wrong? Look at me.” He whispered, his hands grabbing the sides of my cheeks and turning me toward him. “Is- is that not something…you want?” He muttered, his shoulders falling desperately trying to hide how much the wrong answer could crush him.

Fire burned in my eyes again at the sight of him before me, dreams deflating into the cold reality he was forced into more and more these days. Now I was bitterly angry at myself. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. I wasn’t supposed to ever do that. Which only made me feel even worse. I ran my hand along the back of his neck, my eyes brimming with tears I couldn’t stop. “Rex…I want that more than anything in the galaxy. But…”

“But?”

“But we can’t. Do you really think that now is the right time for this? With everything that’s going on, you want to bring another innocent life into a world too dangerous for even just the two of us right now?” I questioned, the words making him wince like it struck him to hear the truth.

“I just…” He paused like he wanted to scream, like the words he wanted to say were clawing inside his chest, trying to come out. I rambled on as he fell silent, the anxiety bubbling over and spilling far too logical truths and soul crushing word vomit from my lips. My chest started heaving, my palms sweating and hands shaking. Both because I was so afraid of disappointing him and even more afraid of having to handle things if this did happen.

“How could I ever keep up with you? It would be so much responsibility and I can’t ask you to take care of me like that. What about the mission? What about your brothers?” I was shouting now, tears pouring down my face pushing myself away from him to avoid having to see the look on his face as I crushed his dream.

Finally, he found his voice again and groaned loudly, “Stop it.” His face was red with embarrassment and shaking from the realization that his daydreams were clouding his ability to see reason. He tipped his head back on the bunk wall then hung his head in his hands, panting like he’d just fought a whole legion of droids alone when the only battle he was apart of was within himself.

The breath hitched in my throat, the sight of him breaking into reality again making me sick to my stomach. Because this was about more than just being selfish and trying for something he’d wanted for so long. This was something else. But what?

He muttered, lifting his misty eyes from behind his hands and staring at me like I was a thousand clicks away. “I know. I’m just…I thought maybe having something so whole and so happy with you would fix this…M-make me feel just a little less fucking empty. I-I feel so empty.” The admission breaking his composure and sinking his chest back into the wall behind him.

I froze. The weight of his words collapsing on me like a ton of bricks. That’s it. That’s what it was. For all the lives he lost, maybe if we could create more he’d feel some semblance of family again. He’d remember what that kind of love and support around him felt like. He wouldn’t have to mourn so painfully for them anymore. “Rex.” I sighed, looking at him as tears fell down my cheeks. “Rex come here.” I crawled back toward him on my knees, curling my arms around his shoulders and sliding into his lap. “My love, look at me. Right at me.” I whispered, tilting his chin up and stroking his temple with the pad of my thumb.

“I lost everyone close to me. Everyone I considered family is gone.” He bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes, the tension tightening his jaw as he bit back tears. Suddenly, he was the same broken-down mess I’d found shattered on the ship floor. I had to remind myself that was only a few days ago, despite it feeling like a lifetime. I put myself in his clone issued plastoid boots and tried my hardest to quantify his pain. To understand just how it would hurt to lose everyone you ever knew. And even as much as I empathized and truly felt his pain, I couldn’t understand. At least not fully. I didn’t have siblings; I barely knew my parents. But even if I couldn’t fully share his pain, I could try my absolute hardest to shield him from hurting anymore. To protect him and fight for him as he started to heal.

I shifted to pull his chest into mine. “Rex…my heart, they aren’t all gone yet. You have brothers, family, your blood, out there that need your help. We have a duty to them first. To the family you already have before the things we want for ourselves.” I kissed his cheek, cuddling as close to him as I could and melting into him as he wrapped his arms around my back. “Someday, I’ll give you all the little ones you could ever want. I want that for us more than anything I’ve ever wanted. Just…it can’t be right now. Why create new life when your brothers haven’t gotten to live theirs yet?”

He sniffled, a few tears falling as he nodded and pulled my head into the crook of his neck. He sat there, breathing, calming himself down to the sound of my heartbeat and absorbing my words for a long time.

Finally, he sighed, a low rumble emanating from his chest beneath me. “There’s not a selfish bone in your body is there mesh’la? You would’ve made such a good senator.” He laughed, kissing the top of my head and nuzzling me closer. “I know it’s our duty. I know what we have to do. But it’s hard not to get caught up in how much it hurts. I’ve never felt pain like this.”

“I know. I can’t promise you it’ll get easier. But I am here to help you. I wish I could feel it for you sometimes. Just so you wouldn’t have to.”

He huffed out a laugh, “I wouldn’t let you do that even if you could. You know that.”

“I’ll never stop trying though. Good luck stopping me from fighting for you. For all of you.” I responded, kissing up his neck and guiding him down beneath me.

“I’m sorry for getting carried away. I love you.” He declared, running a soothing thumb up the thrumming vein in my neck.

“You really are always first huh? Always gotta beat me to it…” I huffed, resting the side of my still flushed cheek against his own.

“Not always.” He retorted, “I seem to recall pretty generously letting you go first…when the situation calls for it.” He hummed playfully, looking down at me before tipping my lips toward him to kiss me again.

I sighed softly into the kiss, my lips still swollen from earlier. “That’s because you’d hear it from me if you didn’t.” I smirked, trailing my fingertips along the nape of his neck and realizing just how long his usually buzzed hair was getting. He let out a grumpy yet agreeable hmph, knowing I was every bit in charge of him, no matter what his title said. “You don’t have to be sorry. It’s okay. We’ll get there someday. Soon. I promise you.”

The slight burn of his facial hair against my skin I’d already gotten used to and found I enjoyed quite a bit. He looked so much more gruff and rugged than usual, matching the distinct gravelly timbre of his voice. I could distinguish him from his brothers with my eyes closed just from the sound of his voice.

Yet his clean cut, almost polished appearance was always the starkest contrast to how he sounded. How he acted most of the time. He was anything but an ordinary clone or an ordinary man. Years of improvisational tactics and unconventional approaches with his eccentric General changed his very nature and made him about as far from a textbook shiny as one could get. Even so, he had always kept up appearances. Always neat and orderly. Careful to button up the rogue maverick that took hold of his every action to appear as the most put together and orderly a leader could be.

Now? Maker- now how he looked finally fit the bill. Rugged, weathered, uncompromising and untethered. Much more reminiscent of his far darker haired brothers, and especially like the brooding bite of danger seen in his brothers’ Fox and Wolffe. He looked every bit the individualist he always was and fuck if I’ve never been more attracted to him. Finally letting go of how he was expected by the GAR and the Kaminoans to look and act. Just being Rex. My Rex. Would be better if it hadn’t come at an exceedingly painful cost, but I had to remind him of any positives we could find in this situation.

“Have I mentioned how good you look?” I complimented, smoothing my gentle fingertips along his temple and down the prickling stubble of his jawline.

“You didn’t have to.” He lifted an eyebrow, that sly grin of his splitting his lips and tweaking his jaw under my fingers. “Those eyes are easy to read, mesh’la. At least for me.”

“I’ve gotta do a better job at hiding that then or I’m gonna get us in trouble. You’re disguising yourself so well I don’t think anyone will know it’s you. Not right away.”

“Echo will know. Especially with the new capabilities.”

Right. Echo. That’s what we were meant to be doing right now. “Did Ahsoka’s contact get back to you? Any news on where the boys might be?”

“Yes, actually. Ord Mantell was the last they heard of em. Doing odd jobs for some cantina owner. And uhm…probably best we get into the habit of not saying the Commander’s name out loud anymore. Not as easy for her to hide as it is for us.”

“What do you suppose we refer to her as? If we have to I mean.”

“Well you know that private comm channel she always had us using?”

“Yup. Still got the passcode up here.” I acknowledged, tapping my temple with my index finger.

“That’s the Fulcrum channel. She’s asked us…well not us directly, but my contact…to call her only by that name from now on. For protection.”

“Ok got it. Now…Ord fucking Mantell. That planet is…”

“A scughole,” He finished my thought, laughing out loud at my candor. “I know. We better be careful. Craft some better disguises than this. And you need to decide on a good weapon. Or two.”

Ord Mantell was a fucking scughole. Home to crime syndicates and slavers and who knows what other shady scum. I suppose it was a good hiding place for those who don’t want to be found. Albeit an exceedingly dangerous one. Although the judgment was a bit hilarious coming from me, knowing full well that my home planet of Coruscant could be just as dangerous, especially on the lower levels.

He was right though. I needed to dirty myself up a bit. I looked far too neat and clean for someone on the run and would be fresh meat for hungry thieves and nefarious criminals. I was no stranger to my fair share of gangs, spice smugglers and bounty hunters. After all, it was once my job to know what was going on in the criminal underworld of my own planet. I spent night after sleepless night up studying the holonet for information and writing boring reports for my Senatorial bosses.

Being a junior senator and a lowly member of the Coruscant representatives’ staff was rarely as glamorous and dignified as the jobs of the Senators themselves. The salary I made was enough to stay out of the lowest levels and afford some place painfully small but in a far too nice part of the city planet. I did mostly grunt work and found out quickly that I much preferred volunteering to help the best of the Galactic Senate representatives do some actual good.

I got in with Padmé’s staff and quickly became someone she trusted for news from inside Coruscant itself, giving her other trusted advisors free reign to focus on their beloved Naboo. She had eyes and ears everywhere and truly cared about the people in the Republic, even if they weren’t hers to represent. I loved that about her. Senator Organa too. Both of them made sure to invite me into any room where quiet discussions of actual diplomatic heroics took place.

I wondered where they were right now. If checking in on their whereabouts was worthwhile.

If maybe they would be willing to help free the clones.

If they even knew anything about what had really happened.

When we landed, I could check the holonet at a public terminal where we couldn’t be tracked. I made a mental note to research what they’ve been up to. Maker…to check if they were even still alive or involved in whatever remnants of the Galactic Senate that were still running. Rex was absentmindedly stroking my hair, his gaze boring into my own as if to catch a glimpse of my inner thoughts without interruption.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head?” He asked softly, cuddling his arms around my back tighter and coaxing the blanket further up our still nude bodies.

“I wonder how Senators Amidala or Organa are doing. Maybe they’d run intel from inside to us. Help us find out what’s going on with the Empire. See how much they know.” I pondered, feeling his chest tense up at the thought of reaching out to such high up contacts.

“You think they’d be willing to feed us intel? Pretty dangerous.”

“They’d do it for me. I know Padmé would. She’s one hell of a spy.”

“Yeah, I’m well aware of that. Been thinking about her some too….” He let out a deep sigh, a sad, mournful exhale filling his chest and making him falter slightly again. “If we find her, someone will have to tell her about Anakin. Probably best she hears it from me.”

I grimaced, the truth of the matter setting in like a stinging bite from a kouhun. “You think he’s dead?” I muttered, so quietly the whirring of our engines firing up could’ve drowned me out.

“If he had made it, he wouldn’t have waited this long to come find me. He doesn’t give up this easily.” He responded, glancing up at the ceiling of our bunk and blinking away a blurred numbness that swept across his features. “Before the chip activated, Ahsoka was trying to tell me something. She…felt something. Something bad happened. And I know I heard her say Anakin’s name. I know I did. It’s all…a jumbled blur in my brain. But…I know I heard her. He must be gone. And telling Padmé is my job. I’m the only one who knows everything.” Rex muttered, running his hands over his face and groaning in frustration.

“She’s going to be…shattered beyond repair.” I said, just as numb and devoid of emotion as Rex, if only to keep the urge to wail in agony at bay. The love of her life is probably dead, my worst fear from a few days ago that I thanked the fucking maker did not have to endure. How do you have that conversation? How do you hold it together?

“We can tell her together. It’s not much but at least it’s from people she knows. Someone they both knew, I guess. You’ll check up on them when we get to the cantina? Let me know what you see. We’ll plan from there. Of course, all of this will have to be put on the back burner if we do find the bad batch boys. I know it’s a lot to juggle.”

“We’ll tackle the challenges as we come to them. Think on our feet. I hear you’re quite good at that, Captain.”

He beamed, his eyes crinkling at my loving praise and recognition of him. He was proud of his service, of his achievements and I wanted to make absolutely certain he knew I noticed. I always noticed. He was impossible to miss and I wished desperately that I wasn’t the only goddamn person in the entire Republic who could see that. In him. Hell in any of them. They were certainly more brave than any government “do-gooders” I knew, all seemingly caring about causes mostly either for show or a paycheck. I didn’t know which was worse anymore. It’s why I didn’t hesitate to up and leave the second my comm flashed in my hands.

The Republic was dead long before they put blasters in clones’ hands. Long before they were grown in sterile labs on a stormy ocean world. The Republic was dead years before I was even born. The second that the insidious Emperor crawled his way into public office, pretending to care about the plights of his people. Pretending to fight for the rights of others on the battlefield of a galaxy-wide open senate floor when all he wanted was to step on the backs of innocent people for power. It’s what they all did at the end of the day.

None of them could stand toe to toe at the brink of death like clones could. No one in the political sphere had a single ounce of the courage and justice coursing through their veins like the man before me did. Not a single Senator fought an opponent with explosions in their ears, blood trickling down busted lips and bruised noses, forcing the gut-wrenching strain of fear into submission all for the galaxy’s benefit. They battled and lost and won and died in pursuit of a freedom they only might someday share. It was selfless, raw and real. Truly for the good of the Republic.

No one gave more of himself than Rex. No one. And he was worth helping. These men deserved the life they fought for. If I could just get him in front of the right people, to hear him speak, tell his story in his own words, from his own perfect heart, they’d see it too.

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The Cantina on Ord Mantell is sleazy to say the least. Filled with murderous bounty hunters looking for a quick buck and thieves ready to steal from whoever they could get their hands on. But it was the perfect hiding place and the only bar around that served a halfway decent beer. Hey it was no 79s.

It was good to be out of the ship with Rex, though the cheap brown cloak he wore didn’t exactly hide the fact that he was broad and hulking compared to almost every creature in this bar. I was better hidden if I did say so myself, slipping on a pair of green cargo pants I’d found in the ship that were covered in grease and definitely used for working on the ship’s mechanics.

Rex gave me a gray t-shirt he’d once worn to play civilian on Onderon years ago and laughed when I protested about how much it smelled like carbon scoring and the manly scent of the clone barracks. Though, that part I secretly didn’t hate. I’d chosen two very sharp looking blasters, one for my holster and another strapped to the inside of my leather utility jacket, which actually was my own. I sold most of my other clothing to get us a few pocket credits and made sure the first thing we spent them on was a good drink. “Beer’s good huh?” I muttered, motioning to the two now empty glasses sitting beside him.

“Yeah. Takes the edge off.” He laughed, swirling a third glass in his hands. Rex could more than handle his alcohol, building an insane tolerance from staying up one too many nights fooling around with his brothers and his General. How professional.

“How nice of you to take me out again.” I joked, sipping my own sparkling blue cocktail.

“Very funny. Intel says the boys have been spotted around here often. Had to come scope it out for myself.” His eyes scanned across the room, brows furrowing in intense laser focus. He was generally like this when he worked, but it had been so long since he was back on any kind of duty that it felt almost foreign. “Take it this place is non-empire..?” I questioned softly, leaning closer to him to keep things private.

“Seems to be. Too many sleemos around looking at us funny to be friendly to the Empire.” He shrugged, looking into his cup.

I missed so many of his brothers I’d gotten close with. I secretly hoped that we’d find any sign of the men we knew here. That maybe the intel we got was good. Suddenly, the doors slid open and a new crowd of people came filtering in from outside.

“Stars this place is a dump.”

Rex and I turned to look at each other wide-eyed, realizing immediately whose voice it was.

Echo.

Lovely, sweet, thoughtful, timid Echo.

Rex threw himself to his feet without a second thought, wading gently through the sea of busy bar patrons. I stood up to follow him. He stalked through the crowd like a tooka on the prowl hunting its prey. I stayed a few paces back, watching his back and making note of anyone who looked vaguely suspicious in our immediate vicinity. Rex’s cloaked head bobbed through a group of gamblers, fighting over rule breaking or something. I pushed past them and finally saw the group of newcomers who entered the bar.

Four clones dressed in all black armor huddled around a few seats at the bar, seemingly waiting for someone else to join them. Echo’s back was turned to us, the cybernetic implant he’d been fixed with blinking slowly. He was taller than I remembered, the cybernetic parts of his legs giving him just a fraction more height. Seeing him in black armor was jarring since every memory I ever had with him was in familiar blue and white. Of course, the implant in his head meant that all his thick, curly dark hair was gone and in its place were sockets where the plugs and wires that sustained him once were.

I didn’t realize until this moment how much I longed to see his face. Watch his eyes twinkle with delight to be amongst friends and his sweet, shy smile light up his whole face like it always did. He was more reserved with me than his brothers, acting as our conscience most of the time. When Fives and Jesse’s flirting went just that one step too far, Echo was there to right the ship always.

I wanted to smother him with a hug and just tell him everything. What Rex and I have been through in the last couple days. How hard I’m working to keep his oldest friend’s heart safe. And to have a drink for his twin. For his brother. For one of my best friends. I don’t even know if he knew the whole story. If Rex even had the heart to tell him. I know I couldn’t.

Immediately to Echo’s right was a massive clone, bigger than I’d ever seen. Must be Wrecker. He was impatiently pounding the table yelling at the smaller, much thinner brother beside him. This clone wore what looked like enhanced spectacles, like those that very rich scholars wore back on Coruscant, his nose buried in a data pad. Tech. I panned past him to a seemingly empty space, only to notice a few tufts of messy blonde hair sticking up between Tech and the last member of this group.

Wait? A Blonde?

The blonde hair belonged to a fresh faced, petite little girl tugging nervously at the hand of the long haired, tattoo faced clone next to her. A girl? She looked quite like the rest of them. Same Kaminoan signature design to her outfit, same cute nose and big, warm brown eyes. Just like the ones I looked at every day. But a girl.

I didn’t know the cloners made girls.

I butted up to Rex’s back, placing my head on his shoulder. “A little girl? I didn’t know-“ I spoke before he interrupted in a low whisper.

“Me neither. What the hell are they doing?” He wondered aloud.

“So that is them?” I inquired, sliding my hand off the weapon concealed in my waist band.

“That’s clone force 99, alright. Them and their- erm- desirable defects. In all their glory.” He muttered, sarcastically chuckling at that last part.

“Huh…so what, being a girl is a defect?” I retorted, elbowing him playfully.

“No,” he laughed, rolling his eyes at me as if to point out that he obviously knew better than that, “No. I’m not sure what her story is. I’ve never seen her before. And they’re missing one.” He drew in a nervous breath, excitement and relief from seeing his brothers alive and well mixed with anxiety. After all, we didn’t know if they truly were deserters, like Rex, or if they were choosing to stay loyal to the Empire. And, worse, we had no idea if they knew enough about their chips to remove them. “Stay close. We gotta be cautious here. I’m not sure what their angle is.” He whispered, kissing my forehead quickly before stepping forward with me in tow.

“Hunter. We-we’ve got company.” The little girl stammered, turning toward where Rex and I stood and immediately drawing herself closer to Hunter’s side. A dark, gruffer voice than even Rex’s huffed out a dangerous grunt.

“Can we help you?”

“That depends.” Rex said, reaching for the hood of his cloak and sweeping it off behind him.

“Rex?” Echo breathed out incredulously, snuffing out the prickle to his edgier brother’s tone. “You’re alive!” Echo lurched forward, hugging Rex tightly.

The stiffness in Rex’s tense shoulders broke as he too let the knowledge that his brother lived sink in. “I’m happy to see you too, Echo.” Rex muttered, patting him on the shoulder. “You have no idea.” The exchange brought tears to my eyes instantly, healing the worry in the pit of my stomach that I’d held onto since I found Rex the sole survivor of all his men and in pain. We’d found the only other person alive who knew him the way I did. This was just what he needed right now. I stepped out of the crowd and stood behind Rex, the tears flowing down my cheeks as Echo looked up and saw another familiar face he recognized instantly, my own.

He grabbed Rex by the shoulder and moved him over slightly, gawking at him in surprise. “….is that…our angel?” He smiled and stars above it was even better than I remembered. Brown eyes crinkled with a happiness that so resembled his twin brother it was almost scary. His face was pale, a result of the imprisonment he was subject to, and thin. Maker knows when his last decent meal was. I made a personal note to make him something special, as he always enjoyed handmade treats. I giggled, tears of joy falling down as I rushed into his arms and held him tight.

“Echo.” I practically sung his name, his left-hand splaying across my back as I buried wet tear-stained cheeks in his shoulder. “I missed you.” I pulled back, studying his face and finding that despite how much they physically altered, he was just exactly as I remembered him, shy smile and all. He wiped my cheek with his gloved fingertips and laughed.

“The Sunshine on Kamino returns.” He replied, glancing at where Rex stood just as misty eyed as me behind us. “She ever know about that nickname, Captain?”

Rex shook his head and smiled, “you poetic little shit.” He regarded folding his arms and hiding his blushing face in one hand.

“He never could stop smiling whenever he came back from calls with you.” Echo laughed, turning around to introduce me to his new family behind him before kneeling down to introduce Omega to us.

The little girl peaked out from where she was hiding at Hunter’s side and stepped closer to us, holding tightly to Echo’s arm for comfort. Which honestly made my heart clutch.

“Rex? Like, Captain Rex? CT-7567?” She muttered quizzically. Rex looked taken aback, not expecting such knowledge to come from such an inconspicuous little thing.

“Y-yeah kid. How’d you know?” He questioned, crouching down to her level to make her more comfortable. She stepped closer to him, reaching delicately small hands out to touch his face.

“I learned about you on Kamino. You’re a Generation One.” She smiled reassuringly, before looking away sadly. “I-I can tell by the lines on your face too. You-you’ve seen a lot.” She murmured, the impressive grin on Rex’s face fading to a painful sigh, averting his eyes from her gaze.

“More than I hope you ever know, kid.” He replied, patting her hand and standing up beside me again. “Smart girl, Hunter. She’s..?” Rex asked the question burning in both of our minds.

“Yes. This is Omega. She’s one of us. We’re protecting our family.” Hunter said fiercely, gripping her shoulder tightly like he was still unsure of our business here.

“As are we.” I replied, nearly as menacingly as him. His dark brows shot up in surprise, not expecting such ferocity to come out of my mouth.

“So you aren’t here to kill us then?” Wrecker asked bluntly.

“No. We came because we heard about other survivors. We wanted to help.” Rex responded, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably.

“You’ve removed your inhibitor chip.” Tech said, as matter of fact and insightful as Omega. Rex’s eyes narrowed as he set his left hand on his blaster pistol.

“You haven’t?” He shot back, the accusatory question alarming both of us instantly. Either they didn’t know or something had gone wrong for them and it hadn’t kicked in yet. Rex stepped back, curling his arm around my hip and drawing his pistol urgently. Echo’s eyes went wide and he stepped forward.

“Hey woah, Rex…they didn’t activate for us. It’s ok. Tech says our defects likely made the chip malfunction. We didn’t...” He assured innocently, immediately surrendering to us.

Tech nodded, raising his hand as if calculating something in his mind. “Correct. It seems our erm- differences made the chip work at least slower than regs. And Echo’s was likely inadvertently removed when the Seppies had him.” He nodded at us. I spoke up, eyeing Wrecker rubbing his temple, like his head was bothering him.

“It starts as headaches…delusions…sickness. Once it’s on, you cannot control yourself.” I ran worried eyes over the large one again, nervousness and guilt rushing into his eyes. Rex caught my drift and took a deep breath, lowering his weapon but still keeping a devastating grip on me.

“You need to take them out. As soon as you can. They could switch on at any time. If you don’t, Omega won’t ever be safe. I don’t want to bury anymore of my brothers.” He finished, bearing into Hunter’s soul with a vicious seriousness and flicking over to where Echo stood blinking in shock.

“I understand, Rex. We already lost one brother to the Empire. I will not let us lose anyone else.” Hunter spoke, his chin raising nobly to convey to Rex how serious he was about doing this.

“Crosshair’s with the Empire?” Rex asked, his eyes darting around the faces of each member of this band of brothers, every face filled with sorrowful regret.

“He…followed his orders. Orders the rest of us refused.” Hunter explained, his dark eyes constantly shifting to survey the room, always on the lookout. “No one tells us what to do, right?” He chuckled darkly, all of them chiming in their agreement, Omega included.

“Where do we start?” Echo asked, stepping back toward us, wanting to be as close to his brother as possible.

“Well, we need to find a functioning med bay. I think I have an idea of where to find one without being discovered.” Rex responded, motioning for the ragtag band of brothers to follow his lead. Before he could take another step, I grabbed his hand, curling myself around his arm and staring up at him expectantly. His concentrated scowl broke as he looked into my eyes, making the boys’ jaws drop in surprise. As if somehow they didn’t piece together who I was to Rex. All except Echo who was well aware of how easily I could melt him with just a single glance.

“Rex, wait…there’s something I want to do first.” I stepped up to the bar and threw a handful of Republic credits on the counter. I caught the attention of the Ithorian bartender and smiled back at Echo and his new family. “I need 6 of your best Corellian whiskey and a Bantha milk for the little one.” The Ithorian nodded and, before long, handed me a tray.

I spun around and handed each one of the boys a drink. “One for each of us and this,” I grabbed the blue milk and held it out for the little starry-eyed girl who had been inching curiously closer to Rex and I the longer we stood with them. “-is for you, Omega. I’m not sure if you’ve ever had one of these, but I’m certainly glad I’m not the only girl here.” I smiled, her face lighting up brighter than shimmering kyber, her little hands accepting the gift excitedly.

“What’s all this for?” Rex asked, searching my face for some idea as to where I was going with this. Without answering, I turned toward where Echo stood, glancing down into a drink he’d ordered a thousand times for the only piece of him that he truly felt like he was missing.

“For Fives.” I declared, tipping my glass forward to clink it against Echo’s. Rex walked over to join us, resting his hand on his brother’s shoulder and urging the rest of the crew to follow my lead. I looked around, smiling up at the two men I couldn’t be more grateful had found each other again. And in a way it felt like he was here too, somehow, keeping his brothers alive. I proposed the toast again, our voices ringing out together,

“For Fives.”

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Notes: This got so dirty so fast and when I'm telling you I had to take a walk after....I just feel like Rex truly is desperate for family and he thinks having it this way, out of choice rooted in love instead of by force to fulfill an order, will help him feel healed. oh also yeah the bad batch is here :) surprise :)

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