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So… I looked for a story like this but couldn't find anything. I decided to write my own, and here we are!
It was supposed to be a simple mission. An easy one. Which meant that it turned out terribly, horribly wrong. Their intel was wrong. There wasn't a fuel transfer, which would have been a grab-and-go. Instead, there was a group of stormtroopers.
Rex had gone along for the ride, and that was how he ended up sitting on the cot in a tiny imperial cell, sulking in the corner. Yes, he was sulking. He didn't care with it was unbefitting of a seasoned Clone Wars veteran like him. There was no one here to see him, so why did it matter?
He didn't have the barest hint of an escape plan—though he should if he was half the strategical master he'd heard Ahsoka had painted him as.
The door slid open with a hiss and Rex's head jerked up, but his heart froze. It was a stormtrooper. But not just any stormtrooper. Rex could tell it in the way he walked, the way he moved. That softness in his step, that way he carried himself.
This was a Clone Trooper of the Clone Wars. A veteran, like himself. This wasn't some shiny, or a clone that had only lived in the time of the Empire. This was a man of the carnage, of the days of the droid army and the separatists. Looking at him, Rex felt a pang of grief. This was a clone that had betrayed his general and shot them down. This was a trooper that was controlled by that blasted chip in his brain. But rage soon followed that. The Empire would use them like slaves, and clones just like the one in front of him were more victims than anyone else. But they were also the only victims people refused to recognize.
"CT-7567?" The trooper asked. Rex stood before he nodded stiffly.
"Yes."
"Captain Rex, then?" Rex looked at the clone in a bit of confusion. No one in the Empire had ever addressed him by his chosen name, using only his number.
"…Yes." The clone relaxed.
"Good." Rex's confusion only grew, and he raised a single white eyebrow.
"Good?"
"I'm here to get you out of here." Rex took a step back.
"Why? Are you with the rebels?" The clone shook his head and shifted awkwardly.
"No. But your my vod." Rex's breath caught. He hadn't heard that word in so, so long.
"Vod?" He asked in a murmur and the clone nodded.
"Yes. And we never leave a man behind."
Author's Note:
Well, that was… terrible. Any guess as to who this veteran of the Clone Wars is? And yes, future chapters will be longer. This is just an unusually short one because I'm tired and this seemed like a good place to end it. The next one should be out in a few days.
Translations:
Vod: Brother(s) (Mandalorian)
Review? Pretty Please? I'll update sooner!