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Three Clones and a Youngling… And no not the Holofilm, guys.
It is on a wet rainy planet several months later when Rex encounters a problem. Now Rex being Rex, and that meaning the Captain does not become worried or flustered easily. But the planet reminds our Captain of Felucia and their belongings do not dry out and Leia gains a horrible deep rattling grating sound of a cough that Rex becomes concerned.
Every time the young girl breathes, it is a wheezy rattle similar to a ship shaking apart while it enters atmo.
Rex has been planetside campaigns where Troopers cannot get dry. He's seen them getting sicker and sicker and it never getting better. It is while the two are running blind on a nameless planet, looking for a medic or a doctor and trying to avoid attention.
But the two cannot stop. They're on and Imperial planet, looking for a way off and trying to not gain attention to themselves because that's another thing that makes the two stand out.
Leia is Force sensitive.
And he should have by the gods known. Leia is of Karking course General Skywalker's daughter! Of Course she's bound to become a Jetii!
And that is how Rex runs into two of the vod'a.
It is in the darkened alleyways and word of mouth, that Rex learns of a medic who is down right temperamental and a good shot. He doesn't like Imperials or Rebels and Rex decides to take a chance. He bundles Leia up in the driest blanket they currently own and treks through half a city's underground and slums, but find him they do.
The youngling's eyes are bright with fever and she's shaking like a falling apart ship when they end up standing in front of the door. Leia grabs Rex and says "They're coming, Rex."
The door opens to that of a blaster pointing at Rex's nose. Seeing the well worn nose of a DC-15A blaster pointed at his face, Rex starts swearing up a storm.
Because of course! They're one of his! So Rex shoulders his way inside while Jesse is regrouping about having pointed his blaster at his commanding officer when another thing happens.
"Rex?!" There behind Jesse, sits a vod'a with triangular shaped marks shaved into his hair and.
"Jesse? Kix?" Rex loosens his grip on Leia as Jesse bolts the door shut and steps aside.
"What are you doing here?" Jesse asks, holstering the blaster and finally noticing the youngling.
"Leia's sick. Came looking for a medic. Turns out it's you two." Rex nodded at the small shivering form clinging to his shoulder.
Leia lifts her head enough to look at the two. Her hand grasps Rex's coat through her damp blanket but she doesn't offer any words except for another hacking cough.
"Right right." Kix lowers his blaster and grbs the med pack from beside a well worn table while Jesse darts to the back room and grabs dry clothes and blankets for the two. "Let's see about fixing that cough, shall we, youngling?"
It is later, when Leia is curled up against Rex finally asleep and her fever mostly gone when the questions start.
"Wouldn't have figured you for becoming a Buir, Rex." Jesse comments, side eyeing the small child.
"Jesse, you di'kut. Leia is Skywalker's ad." Rex makes a movement to hit his brother upside the head but he's out of range.
"She's the Alorir's?" Kix looked up from tearing apart a blaster. The rag in his hands never stopping.
"Yeah." Rex sighed, nodding his head. "The Commander and I ran into each other a few months back and I was supposed to get Leia out and look after her til she found us again." Rex tugged Leia closer, tucking the blanket tighter around the young girl. Even with the fever gine, the rattle in her chest still made him pause. "Turns out, she's the Alorir's."
Jesse paused, eyes searching Rex's. "I though the Jetii banned attachment and all of that duse."
"The Alorir wasn't a very good Jetii, now was he?" Kix asked rhetorically from his spot. His eyes were focused on his work, but his ears were focused on the two in the corner. "What are we going to do with a verd'ika?"
"I don't know, Vod. But we owe it to our Alorir to protect her." Rex slumped against the wall, feeling like he didn't have the answers for once.
"Alorir Skywalker is dead, isn't he?" Jesse quietly asked, bringing up the one thought the three of them had but didn't utter.
"I imagine so. Even he couldn't have survived the Purge. Not by himself anyway." Kix quietly answered, the rag slowing it's methodical repetition.
"Even if he was alive, at least we can protect Leia'ika. If she's anything like her buirs, she's going to need the three of us guarding her soon enough." Rex nodded his head down at the sleeping pile of innocence.
Kix finally stopped his cleaning and nodded surely in agreement. "Rex is right. The commander trusted you and you got us. If anything happens to the Alorir'ika, there is going to be a whole lotta shebbs being kicked."
Mando'a Translations.
Alorir- Literally Leader, but also the closest thing I can find to General.
Verd'ika- Little soldier. Term of affection
Jetii- Jedi
Vod'a- Brothers
Duse- rubbish/waste.
Di'kut- Idiot.
Ad- daughter
Buir- parent
Shebbs- butt