The next Captain Rex one shot will be a bit more serious and probably more focused because I couldn't seem to find ground on this idea one year after the Clone Wars and Fives is the death that bothers them the most... Especially after a week of editing.
A little insight on the Mandalorian thing in this one shot is the fact that they wear Mandalorian armor and pose as Mandalorians. It's a way for them to hide behind a mask.
Tell me if you guys want me to do a Rex one shot not continuing the previous ones. :)
There was a point when I had enough.
There was a breaking point.
There was a limit to what I could take.
But today I had no intentions of reaching those points. Today I had no intentions to worry myself with the plague stretching across the galaxy. Today I was going to live free of the horrid memories that have haunted us for one year today.
The white sheets were silk against my bare body as I turned ever so gently to face the former captain of the 501st, Rex. He slept like a soldier in his designated bed with his back to the mattress and eyes facing the ceiling. He still slept like one, although I did too. However, every now and then we wake up in a fetal position and more than likely we wake up in each other's arms now.
But this morning I woke up with my back to Rex's side and sleep gathered in both corners of my eyes. I did not have a Force vision like I thought I would last night. Another thought came to my mind, I'll probably have one tonight. I shook myself and chastised my brain. Not today. Please.
My slightest stir had awakened him but he was still drowsy as his head turned toward me. He grumbled, "Good morning, sweetheart." His hand slithered under my waist and curled so he could me close to him. He blinked away sleep and hummed a small note of appreciation and what I now knew as love.
I had a few minutes before he remembered what today was so I laid my hand over his still muscled chest, close enough to feel his heart beat and snuggled my nose into his neck so I could kiss his collarbone. "Good morning, captain."
We both still used our rankings to address each other but that only happened in private. We didn't even use our real names in public. At some points, I swore I wasn't going to be able to hide anymore but I was swept back by my determination. Desperation. My will to survive. I refused to die. I would never leave Rex alone. I couldn't leave him and the galaxy until the Force called me.
Thanks to Kal Skirata, he handed us a way of life that we both jumped to accept because it was perfect for us. It allowed us to fight and be labeled as mercenaries. It allowed us to resist. We got by without calling half the troops on this planet to take us down.
Even know I mentally felt the comfort of my beskar'gam, Mandalorian armor.
Plus, I was always interested in the Mandalorian lifestyle.
Rex chuckled. The deep sound vibrated between our bodies and left a tingling in the tips of my fingers that wanted to tighten around his chest like I once did to my lightsaber. His honey brown eyes softened at me when I let my fingers tighten. Through the Force I felt him become mush in my fingertips when he realized what day it was. Thanks to previous Battle Meld uses, I felt his sorrow seep through his emotions. His thoughts from last night had finally caught up to him. His eyes flashed for a moment, "This day.."
I closed my eyes for a moment and exhaled a sigh when he lingered off. However, the memories of falling toward the streets of Coruscant and the bodies of the Younglings found a way to creep into my mind, followed by the memory my very vibrant visions that started to haunt me and led to Rex wrapping me in his arms and lulling me to sleep like the soldier he is. Since then, we have rarely slept apart. I open my eyes as I speak to find him looking at me softly, "It will never be forgotten."
