Hello everyone! Thanks for reading this! I'm soooooo glad you're interested!

This is my first Clone Wars fic, so please cut me some slack. Star Wars Rebels is my primary fandom, but I LOVE clone troopers!

Hope you enjoy it!

"Rex?" Captain Rex's wristcomm buzzed with Anakin's voice. "Are the bombs almost in place?"

"Almost, sir," was rex's reply as he placed another bomb in the hall of the Separatist's base. He continued down the walk to the next strategic spot to place the bomb. He stopped when his "spot" was blocked off by a door…that was unlocked. He could vaguely hear voices inside. They went on for a few more seconds—too muffled to understand—before the abruptly stopped. Frowning, Rex opened the door. Two battle droids were standing guard and chatting about General Greivous's new hand. Another had an electrocuted staff and was poised over something small and whimpering. None of them noticed the clone when he opened the door.

Not taking any chances, he quickly shot all three droids and stepped inside, blasters raised. He looked around the room. It was fairly empty except for a small figure hiding in the shadows. He slowly got closer to the figure—fingering the triggers—until he could make out what or who it was. He was shocked to find a small nine-year-old boy chained to the wall and cowering in fear. Shaking his head in bewilderment, he holstered his blasters and took a step closer. The boy whimpered and crawled away from Rex, yanking at his restraint. He seemed oblivious to the fact that the cuff was digging into his wrist and had started drawing blood.

"It's okay," Rex soothed. "I'm not going to hurt you."

The boy continued to pull away. It didn't take the clone too long to realize that the boy wasn't looking at him but rather at someone behind him. Before he could react, and invisible hand clasped around his throat.

"So nice of you to join me, Captain Rex," Dooku greeted in an icy tone. He looked at the cowering boy. "I see you have met my little weapon." He laughed at Rex's horror. "Yes, I am sure you are surprised to hear that this little boy is more powerful than all of your Jedi and clone troopers. He is obedient and powerful." He turned to the boy. "Show our guest your power, my little weapon. Finish him."

The boy looked from Rex to Dooku and back, his eyes wide with terror. He shook his head.

Dooku growled with rage and slammed Rex into a wall. He stalked towards the terrified boy. "I said finish him! That's an order!" he slapped the boy.

Rex—dazed—looked up just in time to see Dooku slap the boy. Without another thought, he grabbed his blaster and stood up, took aim, and fired. It hit the apprentice hard enough to knock him unconscious. Satisfied with his work, Rex walked over to where the boy hid. He eased closer, whispering kind words in a gentle voice. He got close enough and reached out to examine the binders.

"I'm going to take these off of you, okay?"

The boy stared up at him and Rex got a good look at him face. it was stained with blood and dirt. Cuts littered his whole body, complimented with bruises. What caught the clone's eye most, though, was his blue and black hair and bright blue eyes. As he stared back at Rex, the clone could swear that the boy was looking into his soul in only a way that a Jedi could. Was this kid Force-sensitive?

"I'm taking these off," he repeated so as not to scare the kid.

The boy nodded. "'Kay," he responded.

Rex had the binders off within a few minutes. He examined the boy's cut wrists and frowned. "This'll take more than just a medkit to fix," he mumbled to himself.

The boy cocked his head. "What's a medkit?" he asked.

Rex looked at him, shocked. "You don't know what a medkit is?" he asked.

He shook his head.

"Medcenter?"

Another no.

"Medroid?!"

No.

Rex shook his head in disbelief. "What do they do if you get hurt?" he asked the boy.

The boy shrugged. "Nothing."

He stood up and grabbed for his blaster. I can't just leave the boy here, he thought to himself. He held out a hand to the boy and took a step closer. Rex didn't know what he had done wrong, but the boy's eyes grew wide and he slammed Rex into a wall with surprising force. His eyes grew even wider when he realized that he hurt his rescuer. He rushed over to where Rex laid and gently tried to help the clone to his feet.

"You 'kay?" he asked in a small voice.

Rex laughed. "I didn't know that you packed quite a punch, kid. Are you a Padawan?"

The boy cocked his head. "What's a Padawan?"

"It's a—um—person that—well—you'd have to ask Master Skywalker," admitted. "Will you come with me?"

The boy nodded. "'Kay."

"What's your name?" Rex asked as the two walked through the halls.

The boy shrugged. "My little weapon?" he guessed. "That's the only name they ever gave me."

Rex laughed. "we need to give you a proper name, okay?"

The boy nodded. "'Kay."

That was when rex came up with the perfect name. "How about Kaye?" he suggested.

The boy—Kaye—smiled. "I like that!" he exclaimed happily.

Rex nodded. "well, Kaye, we need to get back to the transport. I'll introduce you to the other clones and general Skywalker, and we'll get those cuts taken care of, okay?"

Kaye smiled. "'Kay," he responded happily.

Sorry it was so short. I will try to post as often as I can and make the chapters longer than this. Anyway…what do you think? Did I do okay? Please review and let me know! Also, what do you think about Kaye? He's probably my favorite OC but I don't know if I developed him well enough. Is there something that you would like to see happen in this fic? And finally, who is your favorite clone trooper?

May the Force be with you!

-Spector7 out!