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Captured (Rex x y/n, male reader)

Not a part 2, one word is diffrent from the female one 🥲

Y/n's p.o.v

"Help!" I tried to yell as the droids held my mouth shut, I debated kicking them but I'd hurt myself more than I'd hurt thek, "REX!" I yelled as loud as I could, but it was barely a whisper through my teeth, Rex stirred slightly and reached his hand out to where I was lying as the droids dragged me to the door, Kriff, he's not going to realise I'm gone, I tried to get my mouth free and barely managed to yell "REEE- mhp!" and I was dragged through the door, he blinked a couple of time but he wasnt waking up fast enough, I turned around and hit a droid that was holding me's hip which set off its blaster, out of instinct Rex shot up.
"Y/N!" he yelled, he ran over and scrambled for a blaster then kicked the droid holding me when he couldn't find one, I fell to the floor shaking slightly, I wasn't a clone or a Jedi, I was a medic hired for my skill, but I was hopeless with fighting. "Y/n! I'm so sorry." he said, he tried to put a hand on my shoulder but I said
"No, keep fighting." he was out numbered by a lot and -I winced admitting it- probably stiff from our... little session. I picked up the destroyed droids blaster and handed it to him, he muttered a thanks but only got one shot(which he hit) before the droids organised enough to form a circle around him, he looked ready to fight
"Huh, thats an odd choice of clothing, I would have worn armour not just pants." one of the droids said in its funny voice, it had a point though, Rex wasnt even wearing his undersuit, just boxers which were medically issued when he got shot in the chest.
"Rex stand down." I said and I stood up but Rex still stayed in a defensive position, gun out
"Yeah! Listen to the boy you clone!" the droid next to the first one said
"Yeah!" the first one said
"What were you doing?" another asked, my eyes windened an inch "Talking about how awful you are?"
"Lets not contradict them." I muttered, Rex gave a small grunt of agreement as he focused on the gun. Suddenly the tactical droid that was there (they considered Rex important enought to send a whole tactical droid, wow) with its arms behind its back said
"Incorrect. Judging by the way the clone trooper moves stiffer than average and bruises and bite marks covering his skin, clone trooper CT-7567 and -scanning, bio match complete- medic y/n were-" Rex cut it off by trying to shoot it and only missing because it used a B1 as a shield, honstly its at times like this I like the B1's so much better, the tactical droid just ordered a droid to point its gun at me, my eye widened and I stepped closer toward rex, pressing myself against his chest, "Drop the blaster." the droid ordered, Rex looked down at me and hesitated "Now." Rex dropped the gun, kicking it away
"Fine. I'll comply, just dont hurt y/n." he said, he raised one hand in surrender and put the other protectively around me
"Huh," one of the earlier battle droids said "Never took you for the type."
"Thats probaly why this worked even though you grabebd the wrong one." the second droid said
"Well how was I supposed to know there were two of them!"