Well… I'll be honest with you I didn't honestly expect to continue this… but it just goes to show what a couple of review will do to you. (Which reminds me I got to continue 'beauty and the beast'… *hits self over the head) anyways enjoy I'm writing from a different character today :P so lets see how he turns out… really this whole thing was written on a whim (you ever write on a whim? Its fun…) so I hope I develop his character interestingly ;) (and i hope i kept the same flow as the first chapter i liked the feel of that...)
WITH PURITY AND WITH HOLINESS I will pass my life and practice my Art.
So much of Kix's life up to this point had been a contradiction.
He was a trooper. A soldier of the republic, defender of the citizen's and senate there of.
Or at least, he had been.
"Move it Civvie." He used the tip of his boot to 'encourage' one of the more resistant passenger to move to the back of the trans as Fives had ordered.
Surprisingly enough treason had never been a completely unappealing option to Kix. He had actually considered it quite seriously it on a multitude of occasions.
And those considerations had only increased after Hardcase's death.
Kix's jaw set in a tight line and he shoved the Civvie a little harder, unnecessarily this time.
It was those damn Jedis' fault.
Any other general, any other general in the GAR and Hardcase would still be alive.
"I said move it!" he kicked the man harder, anger boiling up inside him as the Civvie continued to resist.
He was a tall man, thin, his light blue skin and purpled hair marking him as a pantoran.
Kix kicked him again, and the man finally obliged, crawling reluctantly to the back of the trans with the other passengers.
He was luck he wasn't umbarian.
If he had been… Kix would have shot him.
His life was a contradiction.
He was a medic, swore to heal and to do anything and everything in his power to keep those around him alive and safe.
But he had no qualm with fighting.
In fact… a part of him reveled in it.
A fact made quite obvious by the words etched across his helpmate plate, in basic, plain and simple for all to read and know.
'A good droid is a dead droid.'
When the last of the civvies had finally moved to there place in the back of the trans. Damn didn't they teach the mongrels anything about survival? Kix moved back to the front of the transport. Leaving Tup and Boil to guard the… well he mine as well start calling the prisoners.
No, Kix had no problem with his current state of treachery, though he had been more than a little shocked when Fives had approached him with the idea. Honestly he'd never taken him for the type. The ARC had seemed to loyal… to… what word could there be for a man so devoted to one cause he would never waver?
Kix would figure it out when he figured it out.
Until then he concerned himself with his secondary assignment.
The trans marshal was still breathing.
Kix took a seat next to the man, shrugging off his medical pack and beginning to look through it carefully, completely ignoring the crimson red blood he found himself kneeling in as a result of his close proximity to the man.
White was a boring color anyway.
The marshal was young, couldn't have been a day over 20 with short red hair and rounded features that made him look even younger.
The man… no… the boy looked up at him with wide green eyes and Kix couldn't help but wonder how it was he was still conscious.
With the rate at which he'd been loosing blood it was not scientifically possible-
"You' goin' ta kill me?"
Kix shifted his thoughts to look down at the boy, his own amber eyes clashing with the marshals green ones.
"Well? Get it over with… clone scum." He tagged the last words on as an after thought, clearly trying to die with at least some of his dignity intact, showing just how poor his training really had been.
Insulting your capture?
When he had a DC-17 in hand?
Was he brave or just plain stupid?
Either way Kix ignored the comment, instead going to his medical pack to pull out the necessary equipment.
He was bleeding heavily, the shot from Fives gun had struck him in the leg, dangerously close to an artery but not rupturing it, nor striking any of the bones in close proximity to the wound.
Through and through, the best way to be shot.
And the kind of accuracy only an ARC or a sniper could have pull off.
Kix's hands moved quickly to dress the wound, ignoring the boys cursing at him, and his pathetic attempts at striking him.
Really? Did he honestly think he could fight off a trooper? With the amount of blood he'd lost? Kix took back what he'd thought about the kid's bravery he was just plain stupid.
When he was finished patching the wound he pulled the swearing trans marshal to his feet, dragging the man, (with surprising gentleness) to the back of the transport and setting him down next to a older rodian couple, both of whom stared up at him with fear filled eyes, there old faces pressed close together as the man held his wife close. Trying to offer some form of comfort.
A twinge of pity struck his heart at the thought that they might not live through this. It was followed by a flash of anger at the senate and the chancellor.
It any of these people died it would be because those in power failed to act for the better of there own citizens.
Their squad wasn't comprised of murderers, or criminals of any kind.
They where simply a means to an end. And if that meant killing a few innocence to achieve a greater goal…
"Make sure he doesn't rip his fucking stitches." Kix turned away so they wouldn't see the glint of moisture in his eyes, not daring to show the hostages his weakness.
They where a means to an end.
But… that didn't mean there deaths would be any more righteous.
Kix sighed heavily returning to the front of the transport to take a seat next to Fives.
Said man had his hands stippled in front of his lips, a thoughtful look on his face as he watched Gus speak to the holographic form of the supreme chancellor.
The medic couldn't help but wonder… if Fives really saw the righteousness in what they where doing. Kix, of course, understood the applications. He knew their goal and understood the steps that needed to be taken to reach it….
But he had to wonder… if in the end… those in positions of power, with there high class friend and well paying salaries that afforded them the richest of clothing, homes and lavished parties that where not and would never be necessary to winning the war… he wondered if they would see the reason in what was being done. If they would be willing to relinquish there highly held prides and choose life.
The life of there citizens.
The life of their fellow senators being held in the back of the very transport he was on.
The life of his brothers, still fighting a war in which they had no steak.
Kix rested his blaster across his lap.
If they didn't…
He wondered if he would be the first to kill a passenger.
Or perhaps Fives would do it.
Fives seemed… much less bothered by the prospect.
And Kix couldn't help but wonder…
If Echo would really agree.
Or if Fives had simply convinces himself of such.
Good lord I can't believe I actually managed to continue… in decent time to… well the muse went to work I suppose and the story will be continued according to it. I will not promise a speedy update because when I do there never is one :P so maybe if I don't there WILL be one… any thoughts or comments are appreciated they feed the muse.
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