He had found the Resistance, eventually. He should have known the call to fight for good would catch up to him. It was in his bones, in his blood, in his memories. There was no stopping it. So, when the opportunity had come, he had said goodbye to Sidon Ithano's bounty hunting crew and followed the Resistance agents he had met to their ship.
"We need more medics," they had said. "Especially ones with field experience." And that's how, less than a year after coming out of his fifty year cryofreeze, CT-6116, better known as Kix, Chief Medical Officer of the Clone Wars Era 501st Attack Battalion, or, at least, formerly, found himself in the middle of yet another war. Currently standing in front of the Resistance base's medbay doors.
"Come on Kix, pull yourself together. It's just another medbay, you've done this before." he took another calming breath and ignored the sympathetic look his guide, a Weequay named Mishar, sent his way. She must have caught that last bit.
The door opened. It was a side door, for medics only, so they didn't have to be caught up in the traffic of the main entrance when things got busy.
"Well, this is the place." she made a waving gesture as if showing off the rooms' molty cots and beaten up equipment. Which was newer, in the sense that they were more advanced than what Kix had worked with back in his day but still looked pretty run down. "We move every few months but- uh, you already knew that."
He shot her a grateful smile. "It's been a few years, but I'm sure I can be of some use."
She snorts. "We'll be the judge of that beard boy. You'll meet the others later, but first, let's finish up this tour,"
She showed him the rest of the bay. It wasn't much. Small, for a medical center, but he was used to less than stellar conditions. The aforementioned equipment and cots were under par, but then again, so was the entire base. Resources were tight with the kind of operation they were running, he supposed. There were only a few bedridden patients and even fewer staff. As well as a damp, earthy smell that permeated the whole building, but here it was mixed with the smell of strong sanitizers and a faint whiff of blood.
"Cute," was all he had to say when the tour ended. Mishar laughed.
"You'll fit right in pretty boy. Don't you worry." she led them over to a box of data pads muttering, 'cute, oh he'll be great,' she then snatched the one on the top of the pile and shoved it into his hands. "I heard you're a bit rusty, so read up. And be ready to go as soon as you can. Dinner is in three standard hours, I'll drop by to show you to the mess and the barracks. See you then," and, with a quick unexpected pat on the shoulder, sauntered out of the room. Leaving Kix with homework, more questions, and his lonesome.
He sighed and looked down at the simple device, resigning himself to his fate. Flicking it on and watching it boot up with a familiar blue glow. He had a lot to learn and a lot to adjust to, but he would do it. Not for himself, but for them. So that their deaths would not be in vain. Their memory will be honored. His brothers, his commander, his general. He would do this for them. Because he knew they would do the same for him.
He had a choice.
"And I choose to fight."
Fin.
AN: so. Yeah. short and crappy and written in the space of a few hours. But I'm proud. And I like it. (for the most part)
This all happened because I recently found out that mY BOY KIX IS FREAKING ALIVE AT THE TIME OF THE NEW TRILOGY. Holy kriffing heck. All the possibilities...I*Am*So*Excited*! I was legit just scrolling through his wookie page for another fic when I found out and I FREAKED the KRIFF out- but I was in class so I had to make it look like I wasn't and yeah.
Anyway, I do plan on making a couple more snippets for this thing. Short ones. Hopefully soon. Pray for me guys. Or maybe just review instead? Idk.
XOXO- QueendomofCrows.
