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Gravel rained down and the floor shook as Cody slammed his back into the wall, taking cover from the artillery fire raining down. Whoever the Separatist general in charge of this assault was, they weren’t particularly imaginative, but damn if they didn’t have firepower. They’d been facing down droids, heavy guns, tanks, and orbital fire since they landed a week ago. Cody can’t remember the last time he got more than 10 minutes of sleep. Cody squinted as he thought. Might have been two days before they landed on this force-forsaken rock. He and the General had been filling out paperwork over the half-decent dinner that Cookie had whipped up. The General had practically been falling asleep onto his plate when Cody declared the rest of the paperwork non-essential and carted his dikut’la Jedi off to bed. He’d fallen asleep not long after.
But he could reminisce about sleep and his stupidly attractive Jedi later. Right now they had a full frontal assault to stop. Glancing over the wall, Cody cursed as he saw a Commando droid darting across the field. That was a problem. Cody turned and motioned to Waxer to cover him before leaping over the wall to tackle the droid. Unfortunately, it seemed that the Seppies had made upgrades.
Instead of going down with his weight, the droid spun and threw him off. Catching himself, Cody managed to dodge a particularly nasty kick to the head that would have left him reeling. He scooted back a step to give himself the space to whirl a brutal roundhouse kick to the droid's head. Much to his horror, the days of little sleep have caught up to him with a vengeance and instead of making contact, Cody…missed. The velocity behind the kick sent him to the ground face first and nearly knocked him unconscious.
Kark. Rex would never let him hear the end of this.
“CUT!”
Cody could already hear the sound of his newly-promoted least favorite brother’s laughter.
“You good, Fett?” Cody heard the voice of their director calling out to him, likely concerned that he hasn’t moved since he took a nosedive for the floor. He managed to summon the energy to give a thumbs up before flopping his arm flat, too tired to do anything more than that.
“Hey Cody! What do you call that move? The Swan Dive?”
Actually, he may just have some energy after all. Little brothers need to learn their place after all.