So, another Rebels story. The idea for this one came after seeing Ahsoka in Fire Across the Galaxy. Seeing her leading rebels, I thought of Captain Rex, and wondered what he was up to, as I heard he didn't carry out Order 66. So I had the thought that Rex found Ahsoka and they've been working together, with Rex as Ahsoka's second in command.
Kanan entered Ahsoka's ship, the Remembrance, somewhat excited (though he wouldn't admit it). The Torgruta had invited him aboard for training and catching up. He and Ahsoka wanted to teach Ezra some of the old Jedi Order techniques. Ezra had promised to come over as soon as he was done helping Sabine with something, so at the moment, it was just going to be the two former padawans.
Ahsoka climbed down out of her cockpit, her dual lightsabers clinking gently against her belt.
"There you are." She said, voice light. She stood on the deck, her lekku swaying softly, her montrals reaching above Kanan's head. Both smiled at the other, friendly, and happy someone from what used to be their world was around. The moment did not last though.
An armored figure came around the corner. "Commander, I-"
Kanan's heart stopped.
He'd recognize that armor anywhere.
A clone trooper.
"Ahsoka, look out!" Ahsoka's eyes widened as Kanan's blaster came up, firing three shots in quick succession.
"Kanan, no!" His arm was jerked to the side, making the shots go wide.
"Ahsoka, that's-"
"I know very well who it is, Kanan Jarrus, now STAND DOWN." Ahsoka's voice was hard as steel, her eyes narrow, icy chips. Her arms were splayed out, preventing a clear shot to the trooper behind her.
Kanan hesitated, heart pounding in his ears, going as fast as a podracer's engines. In his mind, he could see troopers turning on him and his master. /Run!/ her voice shouted.
"Stand. Down. Jarrus."
The blaster slowly, hesitantly, lowered, but was not holstered. Ahsoka lowered her arms, turning her head slightly to address the trooper behind her.
"Rex, you okay?"
"Fine, Commander."
"Good. I told you not to wear your old armor, Rex."
"You told me not wear it when we had company, sir. I didn't know we had a guest."
"Well, now you do." Ahsoka turned back to Kanan, who had been watching the exchange, in silent, wary, disbelief. "Kanan, Rex here isn't like the other troopers. He never carried out Order 66."
"He….he didn't?"
"No. In fact, he helped me escape some other troopers. He's a good man, and he's been with me since the Order fell. He's my second in command."
A clone trooper, her second in command? One of the soldiers who had turned on the Jedi, shooting them in the back? One of those who became the first ever storm troopers, a trusted comrade? Kanan's head was spinning. /Run!/ he heard again, his master's voice clear in his head.
But, he trusted Ahsoka. And that meant he would have to trust her judgement.
After a long moment, Kanan holstered his blaster. Ahsoka relaxed, as did the trooper, Rex.
The soldier took a few steps toward Kanan, an old phase 1 helmet, decorated with faded blue paint, in the crook of his left elbow. He offered his hand, which Kanan hesitantly took.
"Rex, former captain of the 501st."
"Kanan Jarrus."
"Now that that's out of the way," Ahsoka said, forcing her tone to be light, "Kanan, shall we?"
Kanan nodded, and followed Ahsoka to her training room, repeatedly glancing backwards, at the clone. At a man whose brothers were responsible for the deaths of so many Jedi, including Master Billaba. A face that had haunted his nightmare when he was younger, on the run, following the Clone Wars. A face that had become the embodiment of betrayal and evil for him and many others. A face that was forever burned into his memory.
And done! I'll have another chapter later, with Ezra meeting Rexy. I hope you enjoyed, please review!
Oh and did you guys see the trailer for season 2? I can't wait! Rex is back!
P.S. anyone reading Their bond, or Report, know that those will be updated soon. Ciao!
