Star Wars: The Clone Wars - Kidnapped

Chapter 1

Cody flopped on to his bed; it had been a long day for everyone. Today he had been rushed off his feet by battle preparation and sparing against Waxer and Boil. Peeling himself from his armour, he quickly exchanged his skins for a pair of old joggers. He moaned as he watched his comlink bleep like Oddball on caffeine, with a side of sugar. His hand felt for the button; he activated it. He didn't have to be 100% focused to know who it was. "Hey Rex." He groaned, staring at a huge almost bald head. "Give me a sec, you're a big head." He sat up form his comfy pile of pillows and punched a button on the comm. 

Captain Rex's head dramatically decreased in size. " Evening Codes." He smiled, happy to see hos older brother. "Have Boil and Waxer been putting you through your paces again?"

"Yeah," sighed Cody, feeling shoulder pain. " I don't think too against one is fair."

"Life is never fair on the front lines," laughed Rex, "We're usually against about 50 droid per clone at the minute."

"Waxer and Boil aren't droids!" cried Cody, wanting to go to the land of nod. "They are monsterous monsters when they're sparing. You never know when you're going to make it out alive." 

Cody began to zone out as his younger brother went on about the latest antics of the 501St. It was a great system; He got a bedtime story, Rex go someone to rant to, the 212 and General Kenobi got a laugh and a "Thank the Force we're only occasionally partners with them."  Eventuality, Rex closed his mouth as he watched Cody start to nod off. His buzz cut felt like it could have done with another trim, but wit was getting late. 

"Rex," asked Cody, with his eyes shut, "What's going to happen to us when the war ends? I highly doubt the Senate will let us be citizens of the Republic."

"I wouldn't worry about that now, Codes." Sighed Rex,not wanting to think about their future. Two bags around his eyes had suddenly appeared, warning  him he needed to fully recharge before the battle ahead of them. His golden eyes met his brother's. "The Generals are fighting for our rights every day. When they say something they mean it.  Talking about the Generals, could you sur'ulur General Kenobi - Skywalker has been keeping him on his feet way too much?

"Yeah sure." replied Cody settling down for the night, "Good Night, Rex." 

"Night Ori'Vod," replied Rex.

Lazily deactivating his comm, Cody closed his eyes. Suddenly, he realised that something was off. Why was it still light in his room? Oh yeah, he forgot he had to physically press a button. Groaning, he flopped out of bed and heaved himself to the other end of his room. Pressing the button, he carelessly dove underneath his covers, smooshing his face into the feathery pillows. He closed his eyes...and drifted to the glorious land of nod. 

"DON'T YOU EVEN DARE TOUCH THAT!" screamed a voice down the hallway. Startled, Commander Cody lept from his bed and rushed out of his room, grabbing his blaster as he became alert. 

"CAPAANI MIRSHMURE'CYE, VOD?" The voice screeched down the hall, somehow vibrating the floor. It was coming from around the corner near his room. Pressing towards the noise, he stopped to see a clone wearing a blue t-shirt with his skins underneath. He was sweating; but a huge greedy smile was gladly plastered over his face. In his left hand he held something sacred that belonged to one of the boys in blue. 

"Fives," ordered Cody,really annoyed. "Drop it." One moment he was staring at the object and then at everybody's favourite clone (not really, Cody was everybody's favourite). Sighing, he watched as Fives carefully placed the object on the hard floor. "When I said you could stay here for a few days, it was if you both behaved yourselves. Now, I would happily send you both out the airlock, but it's way too much effort."

"N'eparavu takisit , Commander." muttered Fives. In less than a second,his apologetic face was replaced with a façade of horror. 

"YOU!" screamed a very angry voice. "GIVE ME BACK THE MOUSE." His anger boiled from his bright red face. He snarled at his boisterous brother, waiting to pounce and kill his prey. His golden eyes locked on to the target. His legs charged, carrying him towards Fives. Echo yelled at his batchmate as his bare feet pattered the cold floor. 

Fives yelped in fear, running for life. Dodging the golden boys who had emerged from their beauty sleep, he zipped around the corner with Echo on his tail. 

Happy that he hadn't been calmly trampled by Echo, Cody rolled his eyes and chased after them. Why did he agree to keep an eye on them? Why did they even exist? That, Cody would never know. Realising he hadn't put the safe back on his blaster, he flicked it on just incase he accidently shot one of the. Rex would murder him if he did.

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Mando'a Translations:

*Vod = brother/sister

*Ori'vod = big brother/big sister (a title that is only given to an older clone who is close to younger clones)

*Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod? = Are you looking for a smack in the face, mate?

*Riduur = partner/spouse/husband/wife

*Aliit ori'shya tal'din = Family is more than blood

*Besom = ill-mannered lout, unhygienic person, someone with no manners (in Mandalorian terms)

*Cyare = beloved

*Di'kut = idiot

*Dinii = Lunatic

*Dini'la = Insane

*Haar'chak = Damn it!

*Kih'parjai = No problem. Don't mention it.

*kir'manir = Adopt (Something to do with Plo Koon and Wolffe)

*Me'bana?= What's happening?/ What's happened?

*Me'copaani?= What do you want?/ What would you like?

*Ne shab'rud'niÖ = Don't mess with me!

*Ne'johaa! = Shut up!

*N'eparavu takisit = Sorry (it literally translates to I eat my insult)

*Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad = Adoption vow (literal translation = I know your name as my child) (I might make Plo Koon Adopt the entire Wolf Pack because it's the type of thing he would do) 

*Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum = I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.

*Ori'buyce, kih'kovid = All helmet, no head. (Used to describe some one with an overdeveloped sense of authority.

*Rangir! = To hell with it!

*Slana'pir! = Get out! get lost!

*Su cuy'gar = Hello (You're still alive)

*Su cuy = Hi!

*sur'ulur (Waxer) = Keep an eye on (Waxer)/ Monitor