Rex had zoned out as soon as the kid had said his name was Luke Skywalker. Now, instead of the boy in front of him, all Rex could see was General Skywalker. The boy looked incredibly like his general, the facial structure, as well as the hair and eye colour, were incredibly similar. There was no doubt in Rex's mind that this boy was the General's kid; he also knew without a shadow of a doubt who the boy's mother was, he had after all been the one covering General Skywalker's tracks during the last few months of the war. He could see traces of her in the boy too. Not because he had known Senator Amidala that well, but from where the boy's features differed from his father's.

Against his better judgement, he began to think back on those days, it never ended well when he thought back on those days. Happier times, despite the fact they were at war, and constantly being shipped to new battlefronts. The clone only karaoke nights at seventy-nines that the general was always invited to, and the commander before she had left. He'd eat in the mess hall with them, and often time stayed in the barracks with them rather than his own quarters. The times when Rex would be making his last rounds checking on the men and find him doing the same. When Cody and Rex would stand by as their generals bickered furiously.

There were also the less happy times, rare times when they'd see the general go down and there'd be a scramble to protect him. When Rex had had to drag him to the med centre to get looked at, all while he'd claim the injury wasn't that bad. There were many times when Rex had found him down in the ship hangar at insane hours tinkering with ships and Rex would end up begging him to get some sleep. There were the quiet moments after a battle (that they'd won, of course, they were the 501st they almost always won) when the high of it had worn off and the two of them had gone around to count the deaths. The 501st had the lowest fatality rate in the entire GAR but they still lost many good men. The general would mourn just as much as the men, despite not being a clone himself, he was one of them. Even those memories Rex treasured, they were all he had left.

There was no definitive story on what had happened to him, reports he'd been at the temple and been killed. Rumours that he'd survived but had been hunted down. Ezra Bridger had said that Vader claimed to have killed him. Rex would have loved to have believed the rumour that he was still alive, but Rex couldn't see his General being alive and not fighting. No, the General was dead, but his son lived on...and was currently asking him something.

"Captain? Did you hear what I said?"

"Yes, sorry, General Skywalker," Rex replied on instinct.

"Oh, I'm not a general. Just a commander." Luke smiled warmly.

"Right, Commander Skywalker."

"So what is your opinion on the situation?"

"I would trust your instincts on this matter, I've heard they rarely lead you in the wrong direction."

"Thanks, captain. It's been nice talking with you." Luke called out, waving at Rex as he hurried off.

"Yes, anytime." Rex continued staring after Luke, long after he disappeared from sight.

"Captian Rex." Rex turned to see Leia Organa. "Are you alright? You've been staring after Luke there for quite some time. Did he say something to upset you? If so I apologise, he truly doesn't mean to upset anyone."

"No, he just reminds me of someone I knew a long time ago." Rex smiled wistfully and when he looked back at Leia, maybe it was the fierceness of her gaze or the way with which she held herself, but she too reminded him of his General.