Star Wars: The Clone Wars - One Shots

A Day In The Life of Captain Rex

A/N Okay, so the first chapter was actually something my younger brother asked my to write for him. It is a one shot from the point of view of Captain Rex, and illustrates one of his battles. It is a little simplified, but that is because I was targeting a young audience and had a word limit of 1300 words. So enjoy, and hopefully I will have another chapter/one shot out soon.

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A bead of sweat ran down the side of CT-7567's face, or as he was more commonly known as; Rex, Captain of the 501st clone battalion. His twin blasters were raised as he fired off yet another shot at the lifeless waves of battle droids that were seemingly never ending.

He was the only one left, the rest of his brothers lay as scattered corpses splayed out all over the ground. From which ever point of view one looked at the situation it was dire, the battle was lost and there was nothing Rex could do to change that, yet there was no way he would go down without a fight.

A sudden pain exploded in his thigh and the clone Captain nearly lost his balance. A droid had landed a shot on his leg and it was beginning to bleed heavily. He watched as the droids began to surround him, circling him like vultures, all ready to land the final blow and end the long battle.

The battle had stretched on the full length of the day from dawn. Now it was early afternoon and by the looks of it, it was to be Rex's last.

The droids trained their weapons on him, ready to execute the defenceless clone. All of a sudden the sound of gunships filled the air. Rex glanced into the air and felt a wave of relief when he saw that they were indeed Republic Gunships.

The droids were now distracted by the newest threat left themselves open for attack, an opportunity Rex did not waste. He yet again engaged the enemy as the Gunships landed, letting loose and new fresh wave of clones.

The tables had turned and now it appeared that the droids were the ones in trouble. The clones were effortlessly disposing of the feeble battle droids and it seemed all too easy.

However, as Karma would have it, yet again the tables turned. This time in the Separatist's favour. A droid drop-ship made its way through the atmosphere and landed heavily on the open grassy plains. The ship slowly opened up, and out marched several lines of new battle droids to join the battle.

The droids surprisingly were not what the clones had to worry about. From behind the droids, out stalked a group of four Magnaguards their electrostaffs were raised and sparking with violet electricity. Even further back, behind the Magnaguards came their master, The Supreme Commander of Droid armies; General Grievous.

"Kill them all!" Grievous roared, throwing his arms out in an overly dramatic gesture. His back cape gently swung around him from the sudden action and in the gentle breeze that crossed through the battle field. The general reached into his cloak and produced two lightsaber hilts. With a soft, yet unmistakable hum the two blades activated, one being a vibrant blue and the other a brilliant green hue. Grievous gave both blades a test swing at some unseen enemy before laughing darkly with his mechanical voice as he watched his Magnaguards engage the nearest clones, electrocuting or impaling them with their staffs.

Rex let out a low growl at seeing the cyborg general order his guards to start killing his brothers with seemingly regard for the lives he was taking. The clone captain decided to focus his attacks on the droid general and quickly split off from the main group of clone troopers to engage him.

By now Grievous had begun his own attack on the troopers, swinging his lightsabers furiously in a wild display of slashes. He even took the time to crush the skull of one misfortunate clone with his large talon-like feet. It was obvious from the look in his golden reptilian eyes that the warlord was enjoying every moment of the battle, but seemed less than impressed that there were no Jedi present on the far outer rim planet.

The planet itself was of great strategic value. It was right on the boarder of both Republic and Separatist space and was currently functioning as one of the Republic's communications stations, sending encoded messages all throughout the galaxy to give the Republic and edge in the war. It made perfect sense that the Confederacy would choose the planet to launch a ground assault. They needed to capture the base, not destroy it. If they were to destroy the base then they would lose all the valuable Intel the base housed and thus the attack would be pointless.

It was no surprise that Count Dooku has sent his best General to take over the transmissions station, as the attack would require a tactical genius to accomplish successfully.

Rex finally reached Grievous. The general as of yet had not noticed his presence, and he had a perfect clear shot. He raised his duel blasters, readying to take the shot that would hopefully render Grievous out of this fight, and if he was lucky, out of commission completely.

He was about to fire, when he felt a pain course through his whole body. Rex let out a pained cry of alarm before falling down onto his knees .His blasters had fallen from his grip, but the pain soon subsided, and he turned around to see what had struck him. His gaze fell upon the emotionless figure of one of Grievous' Magnaguards. It was only a few feet from him, with its staff poised in a strike position. Rex reached down to recover his fallen weapons, but before he could get a firm grip on them, the droid sprung forward again and landed a hard blow on the clone's skull.

The last thing Rex remembered was the ground rushing towards him before the world went black and he fell into unconsciousness.

When Rex awoke again, he was met with a blinding white light. He groaned and moved a hand up to shield his eyes from the light. After his eyes had a moment to adjust to the brightness of the room he took a thorough look at his surroundings. As it would appear he was in a Republic medical bay on board a Venator class Star Destroyer.

That was when his eyes landed on the familiar form of his General, Jedi master Anakin Skywalker. The General seemed pleased to see him, "Glad to see you're awake, Rex. You took a rather nasty knock to the head," Anakin stated, "How are you feeling?" he asked in genuine concern for his welfare.

"I've been better, but I'll be fine," Rex assured Skywalker, moving himself to a sitting position on the bed, "What happened after I fell unconscious?" he inquired stretching out his cramped back. There was a dull ache in the back of his skull from where the Magnaguard had hit him so hard, but other than that he was feeling fine.

Anakin's expression fell, "Unfortunately General Grievous defeated our forces and managed to capture the base." He informed Rex, frowning. Now the Separatists had all of the vital Republic Intel and could use the transmitter for their own purposes.

"How many other survivors were there?" Rex asked after a moment of silence between them. Yet again Anakin's expression fell and his frown deepened.

"You were the only survivor of the assault, the droids massacred everyone else." The Jedi general replied solemnly. He seemed just as upset as Rex was that so many clones had been killed during the battle. He seemed to notice that Rex was rather disheartened by the news and offered consolation, placing a hand on the clone's shoulder, "Well Rex, at least you're alive to fight another day."