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CT-7567, Captain Rex of the 501st battalion was not having a good day.
The troops on Skinta had turned out to be the Sepratists mass produced battle droids instead of the rumored guerilla group, that were attempting to overtake the local government.
Now, normally Rex would have preferred droids to live troopers, but the number of opponents had increased tenfold along with the switch from people to droids, and their relatively small group was outnumbered almost fifty to one.
Rex didn’t like it. Even with two Jedi and the entirety of Torrent, the chances of this being a massacre were high.
But Rex also knew that they didn’t have a choice. He took a deep breath and charged into battle alongside his vod’e and jetiise.
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If there was one part of the war that Ahsoka hated—no, immensely disliked, she was a Jedi, she wasn’t supposed to hate— more than anything else, it was the battles where the odds were stacked completely against them.
And unfortunately, their current battle seemed to fit under that category.
As Ahsoka, her master, and the men of Torrent Company, she noticed the strange Force currents flowing around Rex. She squinted at them, trying to discern anything. The captain seemed completely oblivious, but Ahsoka could almost hear the streams turning into sound. They seemed to be growing louder—whispering, saying, shouting, screaming. Ahsoka winced and glanced up at Anakin, searching his face for any sign that he could hear the noise, but he only had eyes—and ears, Ahsoka supposed—for the approaching droids.
She turned back to the droids as well, trying to block out the still growing noise, the screaming morphing into voices that seemed to be screeching ‘Protect!’. If her master, the chosen one couldn’t hear the voices, Ahsoka figured she could wait until after the battle to address them.
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As a medic for a battalion known for getting into some of the weirdest things anyone could possibly imagine, Kix was well prepared for most of the things that could go wrong.
Blaster bolt wounds that were bound to happen no matter what battalion or legion you were assigned to? Check.
Lightsaber burns that came from having Jedi that had a tendency to run into Sith wherever they went? Check.
Broken limbs caused by Jedi with a habit of occasionally throwing a trooper with the Force without any warning? Unfortunately, also check.
Broken wrists that Rex got when he decided punching droids was a good idea because he grew up with an idiot who loved doing exactly that (looking at you Commander Cody)? Check.
The spontaneous fainting of their commander due to malnutrition because the GAR mess halls were really not designed to accommodate non-humans species, such as Togrutas, who need more fresh meat than humans? Check.
One of the few things that Kix was not equipped to handle, were the times when the Force decided to be strange and annoying and do something weird.
Which happened to be exactly what was happening right at that moment.
“General, what did you touch?!” Kix heard Fives yell from across the battlefield.
“Nothing! This time.”
Kix sighed. Because of course the fact that there was now a very large, seemingly carnivorous if the point teeth had anything to say, creature standing in the middle of the battlefield couldn’t be tied to an object like a holocron or runes or something like that.
He winced as the white thing roared.
As it started moving towards the droids and began to slowly decimate the army via very sharp teeth and claws, Kix decided that despite having no idea where the creature came from—or where Rex was, because he had disappeared into nowhere—he liked it better than any of the other random things that had shown up in the past. At least it wasn’t attacking or eating any of them.
Figuring the creature had the few remaining droids handled, Kix sat down to watch the rest of the scene in front of his play out.
His break lasted all of the five minutes it took the creature to get rid of the rest of the droids and disappear, leaving their missing captain to fall a couple feet to the ground where he lay flat on his stomach.
Kix sighed, realizing where the man had disappeared to, and got up to make sure he was alright.
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Rex groaned as he lay on the ground, feeling sore and a bit flattened.
“You alright, Captain?” That sounded like Kix, but he didn’t really want to move in order to check that.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He ended up saying. “Just a bit flattened.”
“Can you sit up? I need to make sure you’re fine.” Yeah that was definitely Kix.
He groaned again as he pushed himself up until he was sitting.
As soon as Rex turned to face Kix, he was temporarily blinded as the medic shined a very bright light directly into his eyes.
“Kix, I’m fine. I just got the wind knocked out of me, that’s it.”
Kix raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you sure, sir?”
“Yes, Kix. And if I turn out to not be fine, I will come see you.”
“Fine.”
With that conversation done, Rex lied back down on the ground. At least he started to.
“Yo, Cap! Was that monster-thing you?”
Rex groaned. Again. Fives.
Unfortunately, as much as he would to have just ignored the man, there was no universe in which that would improve anything.
“Yes, that was me.”
“What was it?”
“I have no idea. If you really want to know though, I can ask Gree. He’ll probably know.”
“Please do that.” Apparently Kix was still in this conversation.
“I’ll do that then.”
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Gree: lol
Rex: you know what that thing was?
Gree: yeah i do. you turned into that thing right?
Rex: yeah, why
Gree: it’s a type of dinosaur, which are basically fancy extinct lizards.
Rex: why is that funny
Gree: it’s called the indominus rex
Rex: you’ve got to be kidding me
Gree: nope :D
Rex: you’re never going to let me forget about this, are you?
Gree: nope :D