S.R.F Ch. 8

A/U: I'm sorry it was quite a bit since my last update guys. Hopefully, I'll find some time to update in between the weekend. If not, then you guys will be condemned to only two updates every week. If worse comes to worse and I don't find any time cause of school or whatever, I'll make sure to dish out at least two, Fridays and Sundays are you're new favorite days of the week guys! And in response to BSF's question, Rex keeps referring to the Stormtroopers as soldiers because that's what they are to him. In a little bit, Rex is in for a big surprise.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "Whhhhhhhh." Drumming. Insistent drumming. For an eternity of a second, that was all Rex's fragile mind could comprehend. Then he realized he was in motion. That simple revelation was enough for him to puke up his meager meal.

"Oh God. He got it all over me!"

A light thwack and Rex world suddenly became a jumble of stars. "Wh-? Whe… what's going on?"

"You're headed to the Empire's most useful edifice for backwater scum like you." The soldier who now had hours of hard work all over her armor said glaring through a helmet at Rex.

"You. Your helmet. It must be broken, your audio receptor too. Your voice, it's coming out high-pitched."

A second thwack and even more stars. "And a sexist too. What's wrong? Can't imagine a strong independent women ever existing in your little word? Not surprising, seeing as how you turned out, your Mother was probably a pole dancer."

"A wo-man clone? What the hell happened to the Republic?"

"We're here. Cut the chatter and unload the drunkard already. Calling the Empire a Republic, ha!" A man said who had been sitting near the front quietly throughout the entire ordeal. Rex noticed that everyone else in the transport stiffened at the man's voice.

"Maggots! If you want to intimidate, you find the one guy who guaranteed to kick your ass and you destroy him! Do you understand me?!"

"Sir, yes sir." Rex muttered to himself. Seeing that his hands were handcuffed, Rex was considering how much of a chance he had to take this guy down. He assumed that he might be able to get two more men, err people, in the shock that would occur. Getting up and shrugging past the snappy women, Rex went straight up to who he deemed "The Head Honcho."

With a simple kick to the chest, the man went down. Simultaneously jumping over his hands so they were in front of him and hopping over the stunned man, Rex proceeded to grip the man's head off the floor and quickly got a vice grip on the man's neck, using the cuffs to his advantage.

"Deactivate em' and I won't ring out your neck." Rex said in a deadpan voice while the other two Imperials watched on in shock.

"Don- Don't ha- have th-em." The man said surprisingly well considering he felt a few ribs brake along with half his windpipe only moments ago.

"Put- PUT YOUR HANDS UP OR I'LL BLAST YOU AWAY," said the female trooper, not remembering half of her training and failing to raise her weapon as she issued the threat.

"Alright." Honcho, as Rex thought seemed fitting, went up several impressive inches along with Rex's arms.

"Stop! Stop. I'll let you go! Just don't kill him!" Said the third trooper who had watched on in a stupor as he watched his superior's breathing becoming more and more slower as well as labored. The man proceeded to approach Rex slowly with a card in hand and slowly waved it over the cuffs. Honcho fell to the floor, but not before Rex delivered yet another kick to his back and made a mad dash into about a group of five troopers. On Rex's part, he DID manage to incapacitate two of them will well aimed kicks and punches at their noses and temples, but more troopers soon joined the fray and the jungle of hands eventually incapacitated him. Not really being able to see anything pass the sea of bodies, he shook wildly and lashed out at anyone who lost their grip on one of his limbs before someone else got the chance to grab it again as they always did. After a while, Rex managed to get both his feet free and was standing in a circle of men, only then did he realize he was dragged in a building at some point. A man rushed at Rex, and without a second thought he kicked his leg out to the man's knee, brutally bending it to the point where the man's leg looked double-jointed. The now crippled man howled out something, Rex managing to catch the last of it. Something about an animal. Rex couldn't help but grin until he was once more held down by several people and suffered from a barrage of fists and kicks. Rex decided out of manly man sport to stop devastating these poor men and allowed them to throw him into a cell. (they kicked his ass, but Rex's mindset is transcending time and space itself to remind you all that Rex could've easily defeated all those men and decided to play along, yeah) Rex was admiring the pretty stars that had recently decided to make his field of vision their permanent home when he saw a round ball conveniently placed on the tool belt of a trooper who wasn't facing the cell.

"A 'nator? What a dumbass." A groggy Rex muttered to himself as he slowly unclipped the explosive, activated in between his hands so as to muffle the beeps and tossed it in the middle of corridor, at the feet of the fellow guard who had so nicely distracted the first guard. Rex didn't even flinch as he stared at the oddly majestic flames that shortly consumed the room.