Geonosis.
One word that could make any veteran clone shiver. The first of the clones were launched into war, the simulations somehow managing to prepare them and leave them as unready as ever. Those first few days were the first time that the clones stopped joking with one another at the facility of how ready they were for some action. When the countless bodies came in, alongside the congratulations from the higher ups on their victory, Rex found himself speechless. But with the progression of the war, Rex learned to become a better soldier. Maybe not a better person, but a more efficient soldier. It didn't mean he followed orders blindly, but he went beyond that and dared to ask why they were doing what they were doing. Not out of subordination, but because he knew that to completely accomplish the goal of the mission, he needed to know what they were trying to accomplish, so in case anything happened, and something always happened, he could still fulfill the mission. And even if everything went fine, he'd be on the lookout for any additional objectives he'd assign himself. That's why Rex was a general. With the blue eye markings given to his helmet by the Mandalorian superiors along with the kama, these were a few of the small reasons he stood out as a clone. One from millions. All in uniform.
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Zeb was having the time of his life. Rex had gone insane about an hour ago and had started shifting a bunch of random crates. Being a couple rooftops over and with Rex's back to him, the Lasat didn't see the metal grate until he stopped laughing at Rex, who had fallen. Eye's nearly bugging out when Rex fell yet again, the grate haven been rusty or something. He immediately stopped when he saw Sabine's helmet in Rex's hands.
"The bugger did it?" Zeb half stated half asked to himself. He watched on as Rex picked up the helmet as if it were a holy relic. This time Zeb saw Rex actually crumple to the floor and he started dashing across the rooftops, hoping no one would reach the unconscious man while he was out of sight. Finally scaling the largest building on his way to Rex, Zeb saw that he had gotten up.
"Least I know he ain't dead." The Lasat muttered to himself. In a short 5 minutes Zeb had reached Rex, who was surprisingly standing where he had last seen him.
"Eh, Nice job Rex. You wanna tell me what happened there?" Zeb said a bit awkwardly, not willing to admit just how curious he was on what had prompted Rex to practically keel over.
"It was nothing. Can you call in the rest now?" Rex said quite stoically.
"Uh. Alright then." Zeb said, a bit unnerved by the blank face Rex was sporting.
"Good job mate. I thought you were wasting your time when you started bothering with all them crates." Zeb said, trying to make small talk while he waited for Hera to call back.
"It seemed like a great spot. That boy Ezra usually have an eye for things like this?" Rex said in a slightly inquisitive voice.
"The little runt? Hardly. All he's good for is using that blaster of his and… well… I guess his Jedi Training is really paying off." Zeb admitted a bit reluctantly, not certain how close he'd gotten to giving away vital information to someone who may not end up joining the crew.
"Jedi training eh? That explains it then." Rex said, waving a hand as if it were the answer to all of life's problems.
"Don't tell me you're a follower of that crazy religion!" Zeb said, raising a skeptical eyebrow at Rex.
"Believe in it? I've seen the bloody thing. There was this one jedi who always fought beside us on the battlefield. Used it constantly. Saw him Decapitate a droid, use the force to spin it around and shoot down ten more droids. He was an amazing general."
"Wow, I've seen Kanan do some pretty interesting things but never something as impressive as that! Who was the bloody bloke by the way?" Zeb said a bit loudly, the talk of battle always riling him up.
"His name was…" Rex was saying as Zeb's loud communicator beeped.
"Specter 4, it's specter 2. How's the mission going?"
"Specter 2 here, Mission a success. When can you be here?"
"Meet at the rendezvous, we'll be waiting for you there, Specter 2 out."
"We best get moving. You did good." Zeb said with his back to Rex, who had he turned to speak to would've been surprised by the longing look in Rex's eyes as he stared at the Mandalorian helmet.
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So for all of you who're confused, Rex remember stuff, but there's blanks that he doesn't even realize where there until he learns of what happened in said blanks. As for the reason as to why this happens, well, you'll all just have to keep reading won't you! Drop a review or two guys! I haven't seen any love for this story in over three chapters! Omg, I had to babysit the most annoying kids ever, and the worst part, my little brother, who I'm now learning to appreciate from now on XD, was just as bad. I don't hate the kids, God no, but babysitting them, involuntarily, not a fun time.