BOOM!
"Go! Go! Go!"
"Hostiles, three o'clock!"
"Counting ten-or-so bugs, sir!"
"Light 'em up! Take! Take! Take!"
"I need eyes on the General!"
"Ahead, sir!"
Coric looked up to see the distinctive blue flash of Skywalker's lightsaber, ferociously cutting down Geonosians.
"I've found an access port! Cover me!"
"Fives, take a squad and help the general!"
"Work faster, trooper!"
"Got it!"
"Clear the area!"
"Jesse, take point!"
"Go! Go! Go!"
"Let's bring the Captain home!"
…oOo…
Kix put a gloved hand on the Captain's forehead.
"What's the report, Kix?"
The medic looked up to see a very weary General Skywalker. "His fever still hasn't broken, sir. And monitors show no increase in brain function. It's odd, sir. He has a temperature close to one hundred ten degrees Fahrenheit, but he shows no signs of illness. Well, other than the coma. Not even a sweat."
Anakin sighed. "What was Echo able to recover from the Geonosian hard drives?"
"Genetic experimentation. The report is still generating."
"Could they have done something to give him a higher body temperature?"
"It's possible, sir. We won't know for sure until he wakes."
As if on cue, Rex stirred.
…oOo…
Rex' mind sifted groggily into wakefulness, trying to get a grasp of his surroundings. Consciousness meant tests, but something was different this time.
"Captain?"
Rex blinked, looking up into a very familiar face.
"Can you hear me, Captain?"
"Kix?" Rex asked, voice hoarse from who-knows-how-long without use.
Kix grinned.
"No!" Rex rolled off the gurney, tearing away from several machines in the process, and pressed his back against the wall, trying to get as far away as possible.
Kix took a step back, trying to relax him, but Anakin didn't get the memo.
"Rex…."
"No, this can't be happening," Rex muttered, yanking in distress at the long golden hair that framed his face.
"Captain, you're safe now," Kix said softly.
"No, no, no! You're not safe now!"
"Rex," Skywalker tried again, more firmly this time.
"I'm a danger to you all!" Rex' eyes landed on the blaster sitting halfway between him and his rescuers.
Kix followed his gaze, and they dove for the weapon at the same time. Kix seized it first, but Rex kicked him in the face with surprising new strength. He thumbed the setting to stun and pulled the trigger on himself, crumpling in a heap to the floor.
…oOo…
A/N: So… what do you think? I have the story planned out, but this is the only chapter I've written so far. Kind of testing the waters.
Read, review… No flames, please, but constructive criticism is always welcome.
Namarië!
~River