Sad Machine {RexXocXAnakinXFives}

Chapter Eight

Happier

"Have fun playing doctor," Anakin seemed to appear out of nowhere as Ceres made her way to board the Resolute.

"Come on Ana Banana, you know I always have fun with my work," she winked playfully, coming to a halt in front of him. "Headed somewhere," she arched a brow, already knowing that he was on his way to see Padmé. Anakin blushed, stuttering awkwardly before coughing into his closed fist.

"General Kenobi requested that I meet him to discuss our strategy for," he paused, coming up empty. "Our battles," he finished lamely, Ceres shaking her head with a grin.

"Ah, well, have fun with your strategies and don't forget to tell Padmé I said hi!" She sidestepped him, chuckling to herself when she heard him chiding himself for slipping up. As she boarded and made her way through the long hallways she spotted a familiar head of blond hair. "Hello captain," Rex's posture completely changed at her greeting, his body going rigid and his head snapping to attention.

"General Black," his golden gaze moved from the datapad in his hand, running down her form. Cheeks flushing, his gold eyes moved back up to her grinning face. "Back from Guard Duty?" 'Ah, right, they think I was babysitting the Senator.'

"Yes, I am finally," he nodded his head absently before his gaze dropped back down to the datapad in his hands.

"What are you reading," she fell into step next to him, Rex being surprised that she was asking.

"Just some battle strategies and paperwork, things the men need to improve on and plans that need upgrading and reports that have been filed that need to be approved and sorted." She arched a brow, a cat like grin spreading across her lips.

"Ah, so, is your off day a different day or...?" Rex averted his gaze from hers, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"We're at war, sir, we cant really afford an off day." She cut in front of him casually, turning to walk backwards so she could face him.

"If General Kenobi and Anakin can have a day off then so can you. No buts," she held up a hand, "the only work you can do is training and that's only because I like kicking your ass." Rex shook his head at that, a full swing smile stretching across his tan face.

"I let you win and we both know it," she scoffed, her cheeks tinting slightly at his boldness.

"You really think so," she crossed her arms over her chest, a dark brow arching.

"I know so, General," he added as if an after thought. Her fist connected lightly with his chest, a playfulness he'd only ever seen directed at his men and Commander glowing in her violet gaze.

"Well then, I suggest you suit up and meet me in the training room, Captain," he could only smile after her as she sauntered away, hips swaying dramatically. 'What have I gotten myself into,' Rex shook his head before turning on his heel, missing the flash of orange that all but flung itself at the white haired woman.

"Master wait up," Ahsoka panted, having run to catch up with the white haired woman. "Where's your lightsaber," her hand moved absently to her waist, having been instructed to leave her weapon on the resolute while she was out.

"Obi wan requested that I leave it on the ship," ahsoka couldn't know what her actual mission was, Obi wan having said she was on 'guard duty' while in reality she was sent to spy on Clovis.

"But you were on guard duty, isn't that something the council might think you need for that sort of thing?" She shrugged noncommittally, her right hand run through the top half of her hair.

"I tend to not pick fights with them, they already bother me enough as is," she added in a softer tone causing ahsoka to laugh. It had been true, Ceres being pulled in much more frequently to meetings with the council. 'Much to my masters chagrin,' Ceres seemed unfazed by the events though. She accepted the councils orders with surprising ease and grace and it had made her master feel rather uncomfortable. 'She has to have ulterior motives, Snips. You don't know her like I do,' but as she entered the white haired woman's room behind her, she found herself doubting everything her master had told her. "Did you need something, Soka?" Ahsoka smiled warmly, Ceres having recently started calling her by the nickname master Plo called her. Ceres dug through her dresser, pulling out a cropped top and skirt with a pair of tights, violet eyes moving up to Ahsoka when she continued being silent.