This might be the shortest chapter of this fiction... Oo
Bonne Lecture~
Standing up slowly and get between the man and Rima was the smartest thing to do. The intruder did not seem to carry weapon, that did not mean he was harmless. The man seemed rather unmoved by the terrifying look Rost was giving him.
"Now, now. Don't look at me like that, I'm just here to help. I'm a doctor you see."
"Kaminoans don't trust medical cares to anyone but themselves." Replied Rost.
"I take it you're a First Generation." the man said. "It's okay not to believe me. Things have changed since last time you came here."
"When was that?" Defied Rost.
"Does it matter? Kaminoans needed my help, so I came."
"Alright. What's your speciality?"
"I am a specialist in lungs. I heard this lady went into some troubles. I'll have to check her trachea and such... "
A lie. Rost read the medical records. Although she was badly injured, her lungs were perfectly fine. Her ribcage, no so much, but it was not as alarming as her hearts. Besides, he talk in singular: Nautolans have tracheas, because of their gills underneath their tentacles. Anyone could guess that. But this man couldn't because he was making it up as he go. Rost destroyed his plans, so he had to think of a way out of there. But rost was not going to let that happen. The man, if he was Salaven, blackmailed a young clone to kill Rima. Two good reasons to remodel this man's face. Understanding his game was not working, the man change his tone.
"What is this about?" He asked. "I'm just trying to make this world a better place. Step aside soldier."
"I don't take orders from you, Trainer Salaven."
"Are you sore because I let your little secret out?" The man laughed. "It would have happened eventually. I only helped you get over it."
"I don't care about that." Rost said. "You tried to murder the Doctor."
Salaven let a sigh out.
"She's a troublemaker…"
"Keep you excuses, I don't want them." Rost growled, taking his gun out of the holster. "Trainer Salaven, you tried to murder valuable member of the Grand army of the Republic. I suggest you to surrender."
"Surrender to who? You? I'll pass."
The man launched forward, armed with a knife. Rost grabbed him and threw him on the side. The clone quickly send an s.o.s. signal before kicking Salaven in the crotch. The man let a shout out, losing his breath. But he attacked again, aiming for the Commander's ankle. Rost pulled back quickly, but the knife found a way between his armor plate. Thankfully, it was only a scratch. The clone aimed with his weapon. Salaven was still trying to get up despite his genitals being pulp. Rost had a clear shot to the man's head; but had a though. Rima was right here. Unconscious, but here. Salaven was bad, but it was not Rost was not allowed to make justice himself. He made that mistake before. But what if… If he gets out alive and well, Rima would be a target and Grey will suffer even more. It was unlikely to happen, but what if?
The door opened and the General entered the room. He did not have his lightsaber in hand, but was obviously ready to draw it.
"I received the message." Kenobi said, awfully calm. "Commander, the situation is under control. Please put your weapon down."
"With respect, sir. I don't trust him."
"Neither do I." Kenobi said.
He turned toward Salaven. He still had his knife in hand, but understood he had no chances to survive a fight against a Jedi. Despite this, his head was still in Rost's line of sight. Obi-Wan took Salaven's weapon with the Force; but was more worried about Rost. the clone had an history. Arc Troopers were designed to be less altered than the rest of the Army. there were genetically closer to Jango Fett than the rest of them. Rost was unfortunate enough to inherited a deadly mix of strong sense of Justice and an even stronger sense of protection. The General knew the risk of assigning the man to Rima's side. Now things were exactly what he feared could be.
"Commander. If you kill this man, you'll lose everything. Your rank and Rima's company."
Rost remained quiet for a short while. Salaven was too scared to move: his life depended on a clone who seemed to be a cold blooded killer. He should have thought of that before. Clones are killers. Bred war machines. To Rost, rank mattered only a little. He had it because he was good at his job. The best sniper in the 501st Legion, Arc Trooper with honors, good with his brothers, good leader… But he wanted to kill the ones who deserve it. therefore he was flawed, like a crack in a mirror. As for his possessions, well, he was a clone. He owns, in theory, nothing. The clothes on his back were the Republic's. Even his body wasn't his. What would hurt the most, for him, would be loosing Rima. He was okay with her leaving the Legion because he thought she'll be alright on Kamino. He was wrong. Rost liked her. More than he should admit. But he mostly felt responsible for her. If he had stay firm on that bloody planet, she wouldn't have gone rogue for a while. She would have not made General Skywalker angry, again. She would have never left. She would have never set foot on Kamino and witness Salaven twisted mind in action.
He looked quickly at her. She was still unconscious. Badly injured, hooked to what seemed to be a thousand machines. So fragile, so vulnerable. Her strength of character could not save her right now. Her safety was in his hands.
"General, sir." Rost said slowly. "I know little about other species. I'm not sure how a normal human's body works. But I know she won't recover soon. This man butchered her. I may lose everything, even my own life. But at least… At least she'll be safe from this threat."
Kenobi could not react fast enough.
The trigger was pulled.
The dices were now rolling.
Whatever the consequences, Rost did his job.
If he gets the chance, he'll be able to live with himself. He'll know that he did what he could, for her.
Next Chapter (maybe) soon ^^'
