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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Today marked the day of the new year. A new year, another ten months of war. It had already been approximately two years of this war. Rex was sick of it. He was losing hope fast.
An explosion pushed him aside, the ringing filling his ears. Throwing his helmet off, Rex took a deep breath, resting behind a fallen building. How much more? How much longer?
"Rex," Kix yelled, rushing to his side, throwing his medback down beside him. "You good?"
Rex placed a hand on Kix's arm who was rummaging through his pack. "I'm fine. Just need a breather."
Kix sat back on his haunches, taking off his own helmet. His face was etched with worry. "Now I'm really worried."
"I just can't take it anymore." Rex wiped his eyes. "How many more losses? Every second that goes by, I lose time from a life I could be living ..."
"I have a feeling that this is about more than just the war." Kix knelt before Rex. "It's Josie, isn't it?"
Rex remained silent. Was it obvious to everyone? No doubt. He was a useless liar and wore his emotions on his sleeve, it seemed, more than he thought he did.
"I think the end of the war is closer than we know," Kix said, smiling softly. "It may feel like a hundred years right now, but it's because we are in the darkest part. It's only a matter of time before light has to break through. The darkest parts of the night are usually right before the sun breaks the horizon."
"Never took you as a poet, Kix," Rex chuckled out, resting his hands on his knees.
The clone shrugged. "I dabble." He stood up, offering Rex a hand. "Now, let's get going."
Rex took the extended hand, jumping to his feet. He shoved his helmet back on his head. He'd go through this dark time, because the light was just on the other side. Joseta was like that. Vibrance and light. He would push through for her. Without that, he felt like he had no hope otherwise.
【 '۷' 】
The battle ended before he knew it. He sat in his room, staring up at the ever-growing tallies of his brothers on the ceiling. It was almost done. As long as Joseta was waiting for him, he'd be fine. She had been sending him short updates, but nothing a lot. She was too busy to call, and to be honest, so was he.
He brushed his finger over the scar on his chin in habit. He wondered how much longer this would go on. He had a feeling that the war was going to get a lot worse before it got better. There were whispers of trouble on Umbarra and Sarrish. He had to wait for orders, but he had a nagging feeling that he'd eventually be sent to either one. The 501st was one of the best legions the GAR had thanks to General Skywalker's ingenuity and connection to his soldiers.
