S.R.F. Ch. 16
Watching Rex walk down the ramp onto the rooftop, Zeb was about ready to follow him when he felt a small hand on his shoulder.
"Zeb, um, make sure he makes it out all right?" Sabine said to the Lasat. He only stared back, owlishly.
"Hm." He says before jumping off the ramp onto the roofbeside Rex.
"What kept you?" Rex asked without turning to Zeb, still staring out at the crowded streets below.
"It was nothing. Now, you got until dawn tomorrow. Get going." Zeb said, feeling a bit anxious since he had decided to leave his Bo rifle on the ship.
"Alright." Rex said, jumping off the rooftop. Panicking, Zeb ran over to the edge to see a series of platforms that Rex must've used to get down to the street, where he was already a quarter of a block away.
"Oh, this should be fun." Zeb said to himself, walking back to the other side of the roof before he dashed across it and clear onto the next building's rooftop.
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Rex was walking through a rather thick crowd, not bothering to keep an eye out for any pickpockets since he hadn't a thing for anyone to steal. He was actually eyeing the stalls. Rex was only half-assing the job though, since Ezra had insisted on giving him very detailed info, assured that Rex would have a hard time finding the helmet. Looking out for the vendors who Ezra had described in amazing detail only confirmed Rex's theory that at least Ezra had grown up on the planet. He began to ponder on the rest of the Rebels. The first person to come to mind was of course, the Jedi. He could tell right away that Kanan acted far too roguish to have ever pleased the Council. The Council. In these moments of self-thought Rex was using terms and naming things that he didn't even know how he knew what they were.
The council. Master Yoda. Furball. A smile grew on Rex's face, an odd thing in of itself, since he'd rarely ever smiled. Not unless I was with Cody. A frown flashed across his face before he returned to the stoic straight face he usually had under his helmet. That old man. Who was he. Rex was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed a familiar face. While Rex didn't know the shady alien vendor himself, Ezra had, and had given Rex more than enough information to pick him out of a crowd.
"It's gotta be around here then." Rex muttered to himself. After a few minutes of looking around Rex found an alley way that didn't seem to extraordinarily special., until he saw the broken crates. Thinking back, Rex had a foggy memory of that Sabine girl having to be carried away. And she does have that slight limp. Putting two and two together, Rex realized he was close. Looking around, Rex knew the cunning kid wouldn't have put it anywhere obvious, and a tedious search would have to take place for the next few hours. After deciding that this alleyway was definitely his best bet, he began to move aside the rather large crates, assuming that the kid probably put it somewhere that most people assumed he couldn't physically reach. After failing there, he began to imagine where he would put away a sack full of detonators if he had a minute to ditch them. He climbed a series of crate and was standing on top of the largest crate, which acted as a base. Seeing that there was an inch of space between it and the wall. Getting a special feeling, Rex put his back to the wall of the building and pushed off with his feet, managing to move the enormous crate a centimeter.
"Fek, this is impossible. It's definitely here." Rex said with conviction. Rex began the tedious task of moving all the small crates in front of the large ones that he had climbed to the side, leaving several in a staircase form for him to climb. After a tough five minutes Rex was done and ready to try again. Pushing against the wall, Rex managed a few more inches and found the pressure easier and easier as the crate slowly but surely moved away from the wall. Before he knew his legs were stretched out fully and Rex fell a rough 8ft.
"Fek. Damn arcs are going to have a field day." He muttered to himself as he grabbed the wall to push himself up, and was surprised when he fell down a second time, pulling a part of the wall with him.
"FOR KRIFF'S SAKE!" He shouts, when he realizes he had pulled a metal grate with him. Looking up, Rex sees a colored helmet. Picking it up, Rex looks into the visor and drops it with a gasp.
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Hey guys! So it's the day after I started this chapter, and I just came back from my Sister's graduation! She's going to High School! Other than that, today is officially Day Uno (1) of Summer, or as I like to call it, "You got no F*****g excuse to NOT update. So good for you guys! Drop a review, private message me if you have an account! I can't say it enough, talking with the fans just makes my day everytime.