To The Victor Goes The Spoils

Coruscant Downtime Pt. 2

I was awoken by a persistent prodding, and I felt much better now. I opened my eyes and saw that the Jedi Generals were filing into the medbay I try to rise, but find myself strapped down on the bed. Great, this would look great for my image. Fortunately, I was not the main focus of the ensuing discussion.

Skywalker addresses his captain first, "Rex, what happened to you?" "We uh," Rex looks around the room, a few of us shrugging before he continues "we were settling a bet sir." "A bet?" Master Kenobi sounds both intrigued and disappointed. Bacara's second in command chimes in.

"A few of the boys were arguing over which unit is the best, sir. They decided one way to decide was to see which CO would win in a fight." General Mundi gives a slow nod. "I see. Who won?" His question sounds so genuinely intrigued that he could have been writing a study on clone behavior. Bacara's second chuckles. "We heh, we had two rounds, actually."

General Secura puts a hand on her hip, shifting her weight to that hip. "Oh?" The clone nods. "Yes General. First round was Victor, Wolffe, and Bacara. Second round was a full roster battle royale." One of Rex's boys chuckles "Bacara won round one, and Cody won round two."

Skywalker looks at Rex with the kind of disappointment that is only directed at someone who has crushed your dreams. Rex sighs. "Victor got the drop on me." He says, nodding towards me. Kenobi is smiling "Well done Cody. I'm a little surprised you bothered to participate at all." Cody gives a small shrug. "Rex wouldn't leave me alone."

Master Secura speaks up "So, why were we called down here? These wounds are superficial and will be healed within the hour." most of us glance around the room waiting for someone else to answer the question. Ultimately, Rex speaks up, turning to look at General Skywalker.

"We can't agree on which of you Generals would win in a fight against each other." General Mundi is smiling "I believe Master Drayhu takes this one." I smirk to myself. I could've told anyone that, and it sounds like my boys had been saying the same thing. General Plo, General Secura, and General Kenobi all nod. General Skywalker doesn't.

"Really Obi-Wan?" Master Kenobi looks at Skywalker with concern. "Anakin," Obi wan inquires, "you don't seriously think you can beat Master Drayhu in a lightsaber duel, do you?" He nods "Yeah, I do." Master Kenobi looks at General Drayhu morosely. "I'm sorry Master Drayhu, I did try to teach him respect-"

She simply holds up her hand to stop him, "[It is alright, Master Kenobi. If Skywalker wants to fight, then a fight he will get.]" I translate for everyone in the room, "It's alright Master Kenobi. If Skywalker wants a fight, then it's a fight he'll get." All heads turn to face me and I shrug. "My boys don't speak Shyriiwook. Translating what she says is just a habit now."

I am finally released from my bed and Splint helps me into my armor. Hammer helps me to hobble down to the hangar bay where we're going to erect another, smaller arena for the Jedi to fight. It isn't that I couldn't walk on my own, but I was still sore in my legs and I wasn't confident in how I had recovered.

Some of the boys quickly erect a ring of crates and General Kenobi turns to General Drayhu. "Master Drayhu, are you sure? You know Anakin would be terrible at 'Don't Hit the Wookiee'."

I can hear clear hints of mirth in her voice as she replies, "[Yes, I do. However, that does not matter if I don't let him hit me.]" I translate for the boys and soon the circle is complete. General Kenobi just sighs "If you insist, Master Drayhu, then I will not push the subject."

I suspected that "Don't Hit the Wookiee" was the casual name of the drill they had been doing on Ryloth in the city center and I expressed my suspicion to Hammer. Once a ring was made in the area furthest from our bombers and gunships, General Skywalker and General Drayhu enter the circle.