So this is my first SW:TCW fanfic I've submitted. I have another in the works as well as still working on this one. I just wanted to post a chapter to see what everyone thought.
Going off of wookipedia, this in set during the time in which Asajj actually goes back to work for Dooku. It is post Five's death so none of the guys that died before then will be in this fic. Also after watching "Bad Batch" I went with Jesse become an ARC during Rex's capture in the fic. Echo hasn't been found yet by the Separatist, hence Ventress' interrogation of Rex.
As always, I don't own anything having to do with Lucas Films nor do I claim to. My characters are my own. I wish I owned the clones but I only came up with names for them. I might just keep them though.
Pain. Rex's new best friend. He used all his strength to lift his head to stare at his captor. He was hanging by his wrists, armor stripped off, blood soaking into his sleeve from the bonds cutting into his wrist. When he saw who stood before him his insides churned and wished he hadn't looked.
Asajj Ventress. What did she want? She sauntered up to him, hips swaying as she walked, and grabbed him by the chin. Fek his head was throbbing.
"Tell me every thing you know about the republic fleet's movement and all their battle plans," her voice was seductive but, it sent an unpleasant shiver down Rex's spine.
"No," He simply said.
"You will tell me," he could feel her prodding his mind with the Force.
Rex resisted. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt her in his head. He thought of everything but what she wanted. Throwing image after image of useless information towards her. He clenched his teeth and grunted in pain and he breathed heavily through his nose.
His wall, he was suppose to put up his walls so she couldn't get in. Like Ashoka taught him. Ashoka...
He'd stood beside her during the briefing. Suddenly he felt it. A tendril of the Force in his head that he'd grown to associate with General Skywalker, why was he checking Rex's head out now? Rex started thinking about bolo ball, what he wished he could have for lunch, and other useless things. He felt Skywalker leave his head, he'd never get use to that feeling nor did he like it.
It felt wrong.
It left him feeling disturbed. And when the briefing was over he left as quickly as he could without looking too conspicuous. But she had to follow him, catch up to him and stop him.
"Captain, are you Ok?" She looked concerned.
And that's when he felt her trying to get in his head too. He panicked and deflected her. She looked surprised.
"Rex?" She was still holding on to his arm.
"I have to go, commander," he said and pulled free.
Later she found him coming out of the ship's gymnasium. Oh no. He thought.
"Rex, can I talk to you?" Gah, she used my name! He remained outwardly calm but inside he was panicking.
"Sure, commander," it wasn't in him to deny a superior.
"Let's go some where more private," Fek! He was kicking himself in the shebs now.
He followed her. He was glad he'd showered after working out. He wished for the rest of his armor, not having worn his upper body armor to workout, he felt vulnerable. She led him to her small quarters. Now he really felt fekking nervous.
"Uh, commander-" he began.
"What happened this morning?" She asked him, they hadn't even gone inside yet.
He looked around. "Nothing,"
"Rex, that wasn't nothing, you deflected me out of your head!" She said loudly.
Maybe going inside was better than standing in the hallway for everyone to hear. He opened the door and shoved her in and locked it.
"Hey!" She exclaimed.
"You can't tell anyone about that," he hissed.
"Why?" Fek, why did she have to be so inquiring? Why couldn't she just drop it?
"Is it normal, for a clone to do something like that?" He crossed his arms.
"I don't know," she admitted.
"Well, neither do I. But I'm not going to start asking every trooper about it either," he leaned against the door and sighed.
"Rex, talk to me. When did you discover you could do that," she spoke sincerely.
He would look at her as he recounted the tail of Teth and how Ventress tried to use the Force to get him to trick her and the general.
"She went in you head?" Ashoka was shocked.
"Then General Skywalker started doing it. I don't know why. I just started recognizing how it felt after she forced her way in," he sat on her bed and his hands over his face. "I just sort of think about random things when I feel him there."
"Rex, that's not okay! We need to say something to-"
"No!" He stood up again, facing her. "Besides, you did it!"
"I was trying to figure out what was wrong. You were standing right beside me, Rex. I could feel you getting anxious," she poked him in the chest.
He looked away.
"You need to learn how to block others out but, not be so obvious," Her voice softened.
"And you're going to teach me," He used his 'this is a bad idea' tone.
"Yes, yes I will," She smiled.
Rex woke up on the floor in a dark cold room. The floor felt like stone. It sucked all the warmth from his body and he shivered uncontrollably. This was kriffing nuts!
"Any time now, general," He said to himself. "A rescue would be greatly appreciated."
Then he got a realization that no one might come for him at all. He was a clone. Did they rescue clones that were captured in the heat of a retreat? What was his life worth to them? Clones died all the time and they just kept going.
No! No, don't think like that! They'll come. They're my friends. They'll come for me, they have to.
He hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep. He was still shivering. The door to his cell opened and the light blinded him. Rex fought his captors. He managed to kick one in the stomach but the other knocked him in the head with something hard. He felted dazed as they drug him out and the movement made him feel nauseous.
They hung him by his wrists again. He gritted his teeth as the metal bonds cut through already damaged flesh. She was back, this time she really didn't look happy.
"You will tell me this time, clone," She growled.
"What was the question?" He feigned confusion.
"The battle plans and fleet movement!" she said loudly.
He winced as her voice was not helping his aching head.
"What about it?" He asked, keeping his voice calm.
"You will tell me everything you know," she waved her hand.
"No. I won't," he smirked.
Ventress growl, she lifted her arm and squeezed her hand. Rex felt ribs on his right side go. There was a loud crack, reminiscent to a stick being broken. He let out a pain filled cry.
"Tell me!" She yelled at him.
"Go.. Fek... yourself," He said through clenched teeth.
She stormed up to her and put her hand on the side of his head. Rex shot up his mental barriers and she pounded on him.
"If that's the game you want to play," she smirked.
Rex felt a burning sensation in him mind. He clench his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut. His head felt like it was on fire. He cried out again when he felt like he was at the edge of his limits.
Teeeelllll me the plaaaaannsss...
A voice echoed in his brain. He whimpered through his clench teeth. He kept his walls up but it was getting harder. He just needed to out last her patience.
Tell
Me
About
The
Fleet
The voice. He realized it was her.
"NO," he cried out.
She withdrew from him, she was angry. Rex gasped for air. He felt something warm trickle from his nose and down to his lips, it's coppery taste told him his nose was bleeding.
She faced him, frowning hard. She lifted her hand and squeezed the air. Another, much louder snap, and his radius snapped. He cried out again and whimpered. The weight of his body felt like it was going to pull his arm apart.
"Take him back," told his masked handlers.
They drug him back, not being careful of his broken arm or ribs. They tossed him in and this time when he hit his head he blacked out.
Next chapter will be added one week from now.
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