Jedi don't form attachments. At least, they're not supposed to. But Obi-Wan's newly appointed Padawan, Y/N, seems to have fallen into the strangest sort of love with Captain Rex.
As the apprentice struggles to navigate their inner turmoil with the d...
Preface: (Clone Wars announcer voice) Success! The padawan has survived their injuries and the Republic legions have safely arrived at the Pantoran encampment to deliver supplies. Now, they plan an infiltration on the nearby Separatist base. But the padawan seemingly is not allowed go; a choice they are not satisfied with.
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"And stay here." Kix's stern tone was that of a parent scolding their child. He seemed to focus as much assertion into his eyes as humanly possible, just to be sure you'd listen, before walking away to speak with Wolffe on the other side of the room.
Dawn had just barely broken, the rosy sun tentatively reaching its first few rays across the horizon. The sky was a harsh, deep blue, the sort of colour that came about at the hours that were both late night and early morning. Your still burning lungs were quelled by the clear cool of the air, and pale light filtered into the large room, glinting off of countless icy surfaces. You let out a long exhale and your breath froze to steam on the air.
After rubbing your eyes tiredly you got up and took your portion of the rations. A few minutes into your breakfast, the room was filling up with more and more of the regiment in preparation for the battle to come; an air of excitement buzzed through the room. It felt like everyone was on the verge of getting cabin fever, and getting to destroy clankers was much preferable to staying cooped up here for another week. You sighed again but decided not to argue with the doctor's orders. Admittedly your legs felt like they'd give out after anything above a minute of walking; and your ribs protested with every breath you drew. Admittedly, healing up was the best course of action.
You observed the soldiers and their brothers as they filed into the room, as well as General Plo and Ahsoka. Eager chatter buzzed through the room as everyone ate their fill and geared up for the outpost invasion. Presently you finished your rations; after getting some Caf from the rusty old machine in the corner, you made your way over to the large table on the far side and took a seat.
As you warmed your hands on the thermos you languidly registered a few other troopers taking seats beside and in front of you, eating their rations quietly. 501st, you thought, noting the blue armour and shoulder pauldrons of the ARC trooper on the other side. A trooper you knew as 'Tup' broke the silence:
"So, who's gonna fess up to it?" he said between mouthfuls and threw a furtive glance in your direction.
"Fess up to what?" another trooper asked.
Tup narrowed his eyes at him. "Don't play dumb with me, Fives. I know it was you."
The ARC trooper widened his eyes and raised his hands innocently. "What was me? What? I didn't do nothin' this time!"
