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: Victory! Ahsoka has been saved. The battle has been won, but at what cost? Generals Skywalker and Kenobi remain missing--along with the 212th on Pantora. The Republic sends an investigation through the newly won fortress in the hopes of finding clues, before it is too late for the Jedi.
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---------------------------------------------------- The General listened with intent eyes as you laid bare the details of your vision. You were hit by a whim, a sort of small voice that told you that you were being ridiculous. That it was all just some dream. Not good enough.
Finally, Plo spoke. His voice was tempered but kind. "Now, young Padawan, I understand that you are eager to serve the Order and communicate with the force, but I am not sure of your reliability on it. Please do not put yourself in danger like this again." He placed an assuring hand on your shoulder, but all you felt was condescended. Like your own senses weren't worth relying on.
Ahsoka bristled. "Y/N saved my life, you know. That droid would have put a hole through my head." She turned and threw you an appreciative glance. "I, personally, am glad that they went through with their vision."
Plo Koon sighed deeply, wearily shaking his head. "I understand, Padawans Tano and Moonildt. Your actions were honorable and will certainly be rewarded merit by the Council. However, please- please keep yourself out of danger. That is all, little ones."
You understood. Of course you understood. But Ahsoka had felt more important. "Thank you, Master," Ahsoka said, and the both of you exited the corridor and rejoined the regiments in the main lobby, who were now gathered in a regroup under Commander Wolffe. He doled out a lengthy speech of merits and failings, of the gains and losses today, and of the fallen soldiers. Finally, it was announced that the squads were to methodically search the underground basement of the camp.
After a quick recovery you followed Rex, Wolffe, and Ahsoka down a particularly cramped corridor. A left, another left, and a right; the winding tunnel came to an end. "What could they possibly be hiding somewhere as remote as this?" Ahsoka breathed.
On the floor sat a hatch with a rotating handle, one of the air-compressed vault types. "Well. Whatever it is had better be good," Wolffe grumbled as he took the handle, "because there's no way my back won't hurt tomorrow after this."
He heaved and pushed, straining with all his body to turn the iron pivot. Creakily the handle began to give, slowly at first, then it went fully loose. And in a moment the four of you were climbing down the ladder into the bunker.
On the last few rungs you'd slipped and your heart lurched before steady arms caught your shoulders, gently setting you down on the floor. The Captain gazed back at you absently before moving on. "Careful, rookie. Come on, let's move," he called out to the others, and you all traversed the hall in silence.
What was initially a cramped corridor became a vast hall of imposing ceilings and walls swarming in exposed wiring, terminals, power boxes, and Force-knows-what-else. A sort of awed silence passed between the three of you. Vague blue light shone from unseen nooks and crannies, glinting off of the clones' helmets and causing Ahsoka's nightvisioned eyes to glow like a cat's. The immense hall of a bunker stretched for at least three ship-lengths before the roof began to slope down, and the blue lighting grew brighter.
