Fight for the Light || Star Wars Fanfiction | Medieval AU

Part 18~ Works That Never Made it into the Actual Book #3

Takes place during chapter 'The Truth'. This scene happens before the trial. Mando'a translations are at the bottom.

" Get in the cell scum." Fox said thrusting Rex into the cell. He slammed the iron bars and looked the door.

" The only scum around here is you." Rex said quickly getting up and got right into Fox's face. His hands gripped the bars. His face slightly battered from the interrogation and questioning he had moments ago.

Fox only huffed and left him.

" You'll regret this all." Rex called after him. " I can't believe I call you, my brother!"

Slam!

" di'kutla* or' dinii*." Rex muttered under his breath. " He looked around his cell and rubbed a tired hand over his face. He hissed as he accidently put pressure on a bruise on his cheek. A little cot made out of straw. Bearly any straw. He was practically sleeping on the stone ground. A small bucket in the corner to empty out in and another bucket in the other corner to wash his hands and face which was cold. Ice cold. Not that they gave the prisoners any warm water to wash with. On the Brightside, at least they give him warmish broth. Warmish tasteless broth that had these lumps of fat. It made Rex gag, so he would just stick it in a corner and let the little mice eat it. His head snapped back to the door that had just been slammed.

" Get a move on you dog!"

Rex strained to see who was being brought in. He heard a grunt and a thwack. Ouch.

" Get back scum!" Thorn said opening the door to Rex's cell and pushing him back roughly. Before he could process what had happened, someone landed on top of him.

" Oh, that's the name you have for him now, eh?" A voice growled. " Keep it up and you'll have the dungeons filled with terrible names Gar ugly jate par naas spiky porcupine! *"

" Like I care." Thorn said slamming the door in the man's face. He walked away.

" I wouldn't get too worked up there." Rex said getting up from his back. He rubbed the back of his head. " Nothin' you can do at this point."

" Yeah well, how would you feel if your own men turned you in eh?" The man with a scar across his eye and a cybernetic eye whipped around. His expression was hard, " I served with them for years! Now, I'm being betrayed by those I call my brothers! By blood. What happened to the Kingdom of Kamino's warriors? " His face suddenly turned softer realizing whom he had spoken to.

" Wolffe." Rex said getting up, " I understand your struggle."

" I thought you were dead."

" Well, nice to see you too." Rex said with a tight smile crossing his arms. " Whatever made you think that I was dead?"

" When you were taken, we never heard from you. We all thought you were killed."

Rex nodded his head in understanding. " Ah well, I've been stuck in here. And being interrogated."

" Well, I'm glad to see a familiar face that I can trust." Wolffe said sighing. " Did your men turn you in?"

" No. I just disobeyed orders." Rex answered sitting on his little bunk. He rubbed his cold hand over his face.

" What's on your mind." Wolffe asked bluntly. Rex looked at him. His brother studied him. His stature still as a rock. That was one thing about Wolffe. He could get worked up about something, but his physical appearance would almost always remain unmoving. His one eye would burn right through yours if you took him up in a staring contest. Many didn't because he would always win.