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Captain Rex

"Can you pass up a blaster?" hollered a man, his voice rather high and squeaky. Rex tilted his head back to look at his friend.

"What do you need it for, Gregor?" he called back.

"You know why, now just pass one up!" Gregor demanded. Rex chuckled as he grabbed a E- 11 blaster rifle and tossed it to Gregor. His gaze fell on a kid, barely 19 years old and already deeply involved in the Rebellion.

"You okay, Ezra?" Rex asked. The kid's head shot up. His blue eyes seemed sad as he nodded briefly before kicking a C1- 10P unit.

"Chopper!" Ezra yelled, before giving chase to the laughing droid. Rex shook his head, but a smile spread across his war- torn face.

"Rex buddy, come look at this one!" exclaimed Gregor excitedly. Rex's head swiveled as he looked again at Gregor who was waving him over impatiently.

"Alright, I'm coming." Rex replied as he crossed the room.

"She's freshly oiled and look here," Gregor said. "She's got a CT number carved into her."

"A what?" Rex half shouted. He quickened his pace.

"CT- 2.. I can't read the others, but it's not a E- 11 like we thought." Gregor stated. "Seems we have ourselves a DC- 15A blaster rifle."

"How?" Rex demanded.

"Dunno buddy." Gregor answered. "Maybe someone liked the looks of her." the clone rubbed his chin as he turned it over and over in his hands.

"Rex, Gregor, we're touching down at our destination." another clone called as he scaled down the ladder.

"Roger that, Wolffe." Rex replied. He took the blaster from Gregor and began to examine it. He vaguely heard Wolffe and Gregor exchanging banter as he studied the CT number. And then it clicked. His knees felt weak as he grasped for something to hang onto.

"Rex, are you feeling alright?" Wolffe asked, concern in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah. I just need to sit down." Rex panted. He looked at the numbers again, but they had blurred together. He sat quickly.

"Rex, what is it?" a female Twi'lik asked, her voice held worry in it.

"It... it's nothing." he mumbled, but he knew they would pester him until he told them.

"If its nothing, then why are you pale?" a Mandalorian rebutted.

"Sabine, leave him alone." Ezra said rather sharply. Rex' s head snapped upward as he stared at the kid. He never talked to Sabine like that.

"She's fine, Ezra." he said, forcing himself to stand up. "Gregor, where'd the DC-15A go?"

"I've got it," Gregor replied.

"Mind handing it over?"

"Not in the shape your in." Gregor stated. Rex frowned at him. "Alright." Gregor said. Rex took the rifle in his hands and stared at the number again. He could almost hear a robotic voice saying it, just like it had with Echo's.

"What are you staring at?" The Twi'lik finally snapped. "We need to get moving."

"Roger that, CaptainSyndulla." Rex automatically answered. He holstered the weapon.

"Are you sure you're alright?" a Lasat male asked.

"No, but we have a mission to attend to." Rex stated. He would have walked down the ramp, but Wolffe and Gregor stopped him.

"Captain, what is the matter?" Wolffe demanded. Rex sighed, his eyes straying to the blaster as he forced himself to unholster it.

"What number do you read there?" he asked.

"CT- 2." Wolffe answered. "That's all I can read. What about it?"

"Look closer."

"I don't.. oh wait." Wolffe's voice trailed off.

"Read it out loud." Rex insisted. There was a pause before Wolffe cleared his throat.

"CT- 27- 5555."