I don't own Star Wars - duh xD
Vode An; brothers all. It was something we had been taught since we were young. A Mandalorian chant passed on from Jango Fett – the man we were cloned from. Of course some of us, like me, chose to alter our appearances any way we could. Few of us chose to dye our hair, even fewer made the choice I did. I felt different, though, unique – like I was my own human being.
Cody liked it too, I could tell. We never got much time together, gallivanting around the galaxy with some of the Order's most… reckless Jedi, but when we could get our moments together our angry souls were able to find temporary peace and solace. Sometimes we'd just sit and talk, other times we'd have contests (who can clean their gun the fastest, who has the better scars, and so on). Then there were the intimate times, which were even harder to come by.
The times where we could be together as brothers were some of the best, but when we could go beyond that? It was incredible. No words in the galaxy could describe the feeling I got when Cody and I could just hold each other, enjoy the comforting embrace of the other. Often times I'd find myself lonely and missing him, and I'd stray closer to Anakin or even Ahsoka. I was able to get more intimate with the padawan than her master, though, as more often than not it was just me, her, and a couple brothers.
The Togruta, as comforting a presence as she was, never was able to fill the void I felt when Cody and I couldn't spend time together. The tender moments we shared were worked by forces not of this galaxy. No one could understand, no one had the relationship to him that I had.
I know he got lonely, too, that he felt the same emptiness that I felt. Sometimes I liked to dream about what it would be like once the war was done. That maybe we could get a posting together somewhere, and be able to always be with each other. But then I'd tell myself how crazy an idea that was. Either of us could get killed at any moment, or we could die of old age before this damn war ended.
But as I stood over him now, all of that started to come crashing down. He was hurt, badly. And even if I knew better than to get my hopes up, I still had to try to help him. There wasn't much I could do, though. The medical droid said he'd be okay, but he'd need some rest for the next several days. It really put everything in perspective for me – I couldn't take anything for granted, and neither could he.
