𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉.
Joseta Pro'oz, a pilot/medic with a sunny disposition is thrown into a war bigger than she ever imagined. As she fights alongside Ca...
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Rex's jaw dropped at the landscape beyond the doors of the lift. It glowed. Literally. Stepping off the elevator, his feet crunched in the gravelly soil underneath him. He held the bag of food close to him as he wandered off, the dull blue light of the elevator fading away, the light soon being replaced by the glowing dark blue moss. The color reminded him of the stormy waves of Kamino, sending waves of calm over him.
"What is this place?" Rex asked, looking back at Joseta who still stood at the door of the elevator, the dim lights casting shadows across her face. He walked back to where she was, noting the hurt look across her face as tears glistened in her eyes. "Jos, are you okay?"
She sniffed, blinking away the tears. "Yeah," she muttered, wiping her eyes. "I didn't realize how hard it'd be coming back here with him gone."
Rex pondered for a moment, searching for the meaning of her words. "Your father," he finally said, watching as she fiddled with the air filter on his helmet in her hands.
Joseta nodded, gulping. "It was hard." She glanced around, her overgrown bangs falling in front of her eyes as her ponytail sagged from the busy day. She mustered herself, brushing past him. "He would always bring me here when he would write his medical papers."
"What did he write about?" he asked, knowing very little about the work of Mr. Pro'oz.
Joseta chuckled to herself, looking up at him. "Clones."
Rex raised his brows. "Like..."
"Not you guys, initially," she said, walking down an overgrown path between willow-like trees. "He was a clone specialist for organs at first and then graduated to animal cloning."
Rex ducked to escape the leafy branches as she let them go. He reached out, helping her lift branches. "So, is that why your mother is an advocate for us?"
"On a simple note, yes," she said, blowing her bangs from her face as she waved at him to lead him off the path. "This way."
Rex grunted as they started climbing a rocky structure that was covered with glowing moss. "What's the less simple note?"
"When the war started, Father was thrust into some secretive work and Mother was left with a planet tugged between two sides of the war." She wiped sweat from her brow, walking on ahead to the top of the rock structure. "Mother, who used to be in the journalist world, decided it was a good idea to go on the front lines and see for herself what the war was like." Joseta sat herself on a rock jutting out, her legs dangling. "I don't know all that happened, but Mother said that though she was there neutrally, a clanker tried to shoot her and a clone saved her."
Almost a year ago, the war started and time had flown for Rex. But Rex recalled his first battle. There was a mission to destroy a droid factory hidden in a settlement in the Corellian system. Rex had been one of a few clones that was sent there as a surprise during the First Battle of Geonosis. He remembered the cloaked passerby that he pushed out of the way of fire in the abandoned city. But that stranger was the reason that he was alive and not his friends.
