What is sleep?

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Aslan's POV:
I walk away from the clones door and go to the invention room. Only to see Obi-won looking around. "Take anything you want." I said smiling. Obi-won jumped at the sudden voice. "I couldn't find you so, I thought to check here." He said making an excuse. I chuckled, "you don't have to explain I told you to explore. Feel free to look anywhere." He nodded relieved. "Do you need anything?" I asked softly walking to the surgical bed. "I wanted to ask, why did you make this place?" The wise man asked. I sighed, I turned around, and gestured to the spinning chair. "It's a long story might want to sit down." He sat down. "When I was 19 I as a run away slave for a tech company and repair shop as well as an experiment for the Sith. I crash landed here in panic, and looked everywhere for civilization. No one was here except the Fauna and flora so I started to make a house for myself. I built the security and got little things from old crash sites. Then people came from a ship. All them slaves, runaways, and deserters they looked at me terrified of what I was going to do, but I opened my arms to them and never stopped. Some people left after a while and they forgot about us when they left. So if they came back they had a sense of Deja vu hence the name of the planet. After that I promised myself I will accept everyone that needs a home." I explained shortly. He nodded "does the republic laws reach here? Or the separatist laws?" "No this is neutral ground, it is governed by me and me alone. I don't trust any other government to touch my land." I said loosely answering the question. "What kind of government do you have?" He asked. I smiled at his curiosity, "I make the money and the people decide what needs to be made and where. I only make sure the people are satisfied and punish those that have done crimes while the people decide if the person is guilty or innocent. It is a democracy but it is only me who makes the biggest decisions." I tried to explain, he nodded like he understood. "Thank you for answering my questions." He said kindly. "Anytime I understand your curiosity, please sleep well." I said waving him goodnight. He nodded and went to his bedroom. I finished some important adjustments and went into my office to look through my paperwork. I open my door and sigh, 'ugh I hate paperwork.' I thought annoyed. But I sat down and got to work on the bills, laws and others. I was reading through a bill about a new park near the far side of the planet when I heard crying. I froze and got up quickly and followed the sound to see the clones room. I open the door softly and looked around to see echo and Rex trying to calm Jesse and Kix down. "Hey, hey what's wrong guys?" I asked softly walking to the panicking, crying clones. I hold their hands softly and bring both of their hands to my chest breathing calmly and deeply. "Focus on my breathing okay. It'll help you relax." I kept breathing and the boys followed shakily. "You guys are doing so good, keep going." I kept encouraging. When their breathing finally calmed and they finally looked more aware. "You guys are so brave, you guys did so good. Now can you tell me what happened or do you want to wait and I can get you something to drink?" I suggested softly. Jesse and kix started shaking again, "I-I don't I don't want to talk about about it." Kix said stammering. "That's okay, your safe here. Let's get you too some hot chocolate okay? Rex, echo you can go back to sleep I'll take care of them." I said softly guiding the two traumatized men out the door and tucked the other two men into bed. "Thank you sir." Echo said falling asleep. "No worries." I replied, closing the door and guiding the two traumatized men to the couch while I made some hot chocolate for them. I gave them their hot chocolate and wrapped a blanket around each of them. "There you go, all better, no more nightmares." I said crouching in front of them with my hands on their shoulders. "Thank you sir. This really helps." Jesse said softly not looking at me in the eye, Kix nodding and doing the same. "No problem, you guys saved me from the dreaded paperwork, so I should be thanking you." I said smiling at them, making them chuckle and relax a little. I sat on the floor in front of them relaxing with my head on the table. "Sir can you tell us a story, if it's not to much to ask." Kix asked shyly. I smile at the question, "sure, let me get up here," I said moving in the middle of them, they tensed at being separated, so I moved beside Jesse and let them sit together. "There was once a time where I invented a blaster that squeaked every time you shot it, I tested it on some targets and the blaster broke into pieces and did you know what I found in the broken blaster? A rubber duck! A kid went into my lab and put a rubber duck inside the blaster before I closed it." I chuckled softly at the memory and looked down to see Jesse and Kix laying on each other head on head and arms around each other. I smiled softly and got up taking the cups with me. I walk back to my office only to see Rex pacing the door. "Rex? Are you okay? What's wrong?" I asked pulling him into my office and sitting him down. "I-I keep having their dream about attacking the Jedi. I can't stop all I could think about is good soldier follow orders, and order 66. I'm, I'm overwhelmed sir." He said his hand shaking, and eyes glazed. "Hey, hey I'll look into this nothing bad will happen. Do you understand me I won't let it happen. I'll protect you and your brothers as well as all the Jedi I promise." I said holding his arms to let him focus on something. "How can you do that we are leaving in a couple of hours?" He asked pulling at his hair. "Hey hey, I am an inventor, I'll figure something out. For now I'll research order 66 and go from there okay?" I asked hugging him tightly. He tended up but relaxed into my hold and melted into my hold.

Rex's POV:
He hugged me I felt all my problems just melt away, why do I feel so safe in his arms why do I feel like a child again? Why do I want to stay?






















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