Hero (Rex)

4

Tw: Language, violence.

Weeks after Ahsoka had left, Kara glanced up as someone knocked on the door. She put down the blaster she had been cleaning and went to open the door.

A clone with a familiar tattoo was standing there and he grimaced at her.

"How are you not dead?" Kara scrambled to grab Alex, clutching him to her chest. "Actually- no! I don't care! Get out of my house before I use you as a target for shooting practise!"

He held out a foot, catching the door before she could slam it shut. "They're coming for you."

Kara froze. "Who is?"

"The Empire. Rex. They're coming for you and Alex," Fives said, a hint of desperation to his voice. "Please, get out of here."

"Why are you helping me?" Kara questioned. She warily let Fives inside, holding up the blaster she had been cleaning.

"I-I don't know," Fives confessed. "I see all the other clones blindly following orders, and it doesn't make sense. They don't think about the Jedi that were killed or the ones we betrayed. Maybe there's just something wrong with me."

"No, there's nothing wrong with you," Kara firmly told him. "There's something wrong with the rest of them. Like Rex. His mind is twisted and he's sick and-"

"Can we hurry this up?" Fives interrupted. "I'm supposed to be scouting ahead while the others get here to bring you in."

"Of course." Kara handed him Alex and pulled out her emergency bag. It was packed with necessities in case of times like this. "Let's go. We need to get on a transport as soon as possible."

"We?"

"I thought you didn't agree with the Empire," Kara slowly said.

Fives sighed and nearly dropped Alex on the ground, eyes widening as he caught him. "Listen, I really wish I could, but I feel like I can help my brothers. Maybe I can talk some sense into them."

Kara tightened the grip on the bag, taking Alex back. She forced a smile. "I understand. Goodbye, then."

Kara grabbed a comm device from the bag, switching it on. "Ahsoka, I'm not sure if you can hear me, but I need your help. I don't have the credits to leave, but I need to go. I hate to ask for help, but please help."

"Command- Ahsoka's alive?" Fives excitedly asked, eyes glinting with delight.

"Yeah. Hey, what happened at the Jedi temple? I thought the 501st was killed," Kara said and frowned at the comm when no response came.

"Some were. But then Lord Vader said something that made us clones stop fighting." Lines formed on Fives' face as he tried to remember. "I think he wanted us to order milkshakes? It was all kind of a blur."

There was a knock on the door.

"It's probably the rest of the ones sent to capture you!" Fives whispered.

"What kind of attack team knocks on the front door?" Kara hissed under her breath, looking around wildly.

"Probably those shitty TK troopers!" 

Kara dumped the clothes from the emergency bag into a corner, placing Alex into it. She raised a finger to her lips. "Remember what to do?"

Alex mimicked her. "Shush!"

"Good. Stay like that until I come back. It'll be okay," Kara said, mostly to herself. She smiled at him. "I'll be back before you know it." She arranged the clothes to hide him.