Cyare (A Rexsoka SWTCW Fanfic)

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Rex hated these illusions. Some of them were just hours of torture that he normally wouldn't be able to endure physically. Sometimes he had to watch them torture Ahsoka. Sometimes they made him do it.

Out of all of them though, the ones like the one he was stuck in now were the worst. They always felt so real, and they always started out happy before death would ensue. He opened his eyes slowly and stared at the wooden planks above him. Part of him knew it wasn't real, but another part told him that it was ok. He wasn't in the cage, he was in the small farmhouse about two klicks away from Cut's. His farmhouse.

Ahsoka was already up, making noise in the kitchen. The door to the bedroom banged open and Rex flinched at the noise. It was only a little girl, though. She ran across to the bed and jumped on it crawled across to him. Rex had never seen her in her life but he knew who she was. She had orange skin with pale white markings and bright blue eyes. Blonde ringlets cascaded down her shoulders from a high ponytail on the top of her head.

Harmony. His eight-year-old daughter. She flopped down next to him and burrowed her head into his side, laying her head on his shoulder. Rex turned his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Good morning Cyare'ika." He grumbled. He knew he was sleeping in. But he didn't care. She looked up at him and grinned. She looked so much like her mother then, teasing him with a spark in her eyes.

"More like good afternoon, Buir. Mommy says you need to get up and make breakfast otherwise she's gonna cook." She poked him in the side. Rex groaned.

"Stall her and let me get dressed." He sighed, sitting up. Harmony slid of the bed and saluted him.

"Sir yes sir." She grinned at her father and raced out the room, yelling at the top her lungs. "Mum, Buir said stall to stall you!" Rex chuckled. His little trooper had no sense of subtlety.

He pulled clothes out of the chest of drawers. Jeans and a white teeshirt. Simple clothes. His armor lay in the bottom of his closet, left over from when the war ended almost ten years ago. His DC17's lay on his bedside table along with a lightsaber. Ahsoka's own twin blades lay on her desk.

He glanced at the chrono wearily. 7 am. He rubbed his eyes as he walked over to the kitchen, and saw Ahsoka reaching for the frypan. He grabbed her hand and spun her around, twirling her out of the kitchen. Rex grabbed the pan and set it on the stove.

"I've got it love. Nobody needs to be poisoned today." Rex kissed his wife on her cheek. Ahsoka frowned.

"My cooking's not poisonous." She pouted, sitting at the table. Rex snorted as he pulled eggs out of the refrigerator.

"Yeah, to you or Harmbug maybe." He got the eggs going and started to look for the pancake mix. Harmony pulled a chair up and sat next to her mother. Ahsoka huffed, but she gave a sly grin.

"Come a long way from the clone captain who couldn't skin a convor in the trandoshan jungle now haven't we?" She quipped. Rex rolled his eyes.

"I'm just glad that it was edible when you were done with it." He bantered back, Harmony looked up at him.

"Mommy's cooking isn't that bad, Buir." She frowned. Ahsoka flashed him a triumphant grin.

"Sorry Mum, but it really is." Came a new voice with a stronger mandalorian accent. Harmony's twin, Melody shut the screen door behind her, a convor hanging upside down from one of her hands and a thin togruta hunting bow in the other. She looked nothing like her sister, taking after her Buir in every way except for the budding montrals and her mannerisms. Tan skin with no marking and gold eyes.

She dropped the convor on the counter and hung her bow and quiver on the wall before plopping down across the table. Ahsoka raised an eyemarking at her.