Reunion (#3 Post-Order 66 Series)

Reunion - Part 3

Senna kept her head down as they walked back up the ramp of Rex's ship. He's absolutely right. It was foolish. I should have come up with another plan. She'd resorted to the "intimacy makes people uncomfortable" tactic enough successfully that it was borderline instinctual when she was with someone she trusted. It had saved her and Rex before and it had worked with Hunter on Naboo when they were in a pinch. But he doesn't trust you. Not anymore. The thought crushed her along with the realization that at some point, she'd have to tell him that she'd seen Clone Force 99 and had asked them to not tell him. Another problem for another time.

Rex was pacing near the cockpit as she tossed her clothing into her rucksack. She stood quietly, watching as his heavy footfalls echoed in the small space. He'd tossed the Imperial uniform cap into the pilot's chair, running his hands over his short blonde hair. Senna leaned quietly against the hull, waiting for Rex to make the next move.

Suddenly, he paused, roaring a curse as his fist connected with the hull interior. The impact made Senna jump in surprise. She'd rarely seen Rex lose his composure out of frustration, and she did little to hide her shock when he looked up at her through his eyebrows before gingerly rubbing his fist. He'd scraped the tops of his fingers and had cracked the skin on at least one knuckle. Blood began running down in between his fingers, and Rex swore under his breath as he examined the injury.

Without a word, Senna moved across the space to the kitchenette. After searching the cabinets for a few seconds, she found the medkit she was looking for. Setting it on the counter, she opened it and pulled out a small bacta spray, a wipe, and a bandage. She turned to face Rex. He was watching her, and Senna silently prayed the punch at least dissipated a little of his anger. Slowly, she crossed the width of the ship once more, coming to a stop in front of him. Reaching down, she took his bloody hand in hers and carefully began cleaning the blood off of it. She held her breath, expecting him to rip his hand from her grasp, but with every second that passed, she got closer to bandaging his wound. After applying the spray to his knuckles, she gave it a second or two to dry before gently wrapping the bandage across his hand, her eyes raising to meet his before she tied it off.

"That tight enough?"

He nodded.

"Too tight?"

He shook his head.

"Alright." She let his hand fall gently, turning away to dispose of the used items. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out a solution to the next looming issue. We have to figure out what prison they took Wolffe to to await his court martial. They should have those records stored somewhere on base. Perhaps a security station would have a record of the incident and where he was taken. She chewed her lip as she pulled her datapad out of her clothes, punching away on the keys until she found what she was looking for. She felt his eyes on her, and she looked up to meet his gaze.

"What are you plotting?"

"Not plotting. Just looking up some options."

He sighed. "Alright, what are the options then?"

She punched a few more keys into her datapad. "I think we should try and get into this security center. They likely have a record of the incident and maybe a record of where he was transferred. If we can get in, I can likely plug in and find something out." She shrugged. "We've got the diguises for it, and," she said digging around in the pockets before pulling a small keycard out, "This can probably get us inside. Might want to do it now before those Imperials I convinced earlier come out of it."

"Convinced. That's a cute way of putting it."

"Rex, would you rather I just let them shoot us on the spot? At least this way, they survive and so do we."