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The hum of voices seemed to seep into the very warm streets of Coruscant. Winds blew the smell of fuel and street food into her small quarters. All Jedi Generals in attendance were given a modest allowance to wear something more suitable for this glamorous evening. From what Ok’sana understood, most of the Council would not be taking the Republic up on this offer. No worldly possessions extended to gifts of course. There would be plenty of her fellow Jedi in their plain robes on this night. However some of the younger and more free thinking members of the Order had decided to go a different route. Kit Fisto had made it clear upon their return that he was taking his fair share of the allowance to find a suit worthy of a man of his status. All in good fun of course, clearly going to be returned upon the next sunrise. He encouraged Ok’sana to do the same and take this night off.
They would all be armed to the teeth of course. Beneath the slips of silk and blazers would be blasters and lightsabers. While this was a display of power for the Galactic Republic it was also a means of diplomacy. The very long attendance list included a few influential Separatists, though they would be few and far between.
Ok’sana was doing her best not to fidget with the tied straps on her arms. Ahsoka had showed up in her quarters in a cutting dark blue figure. It was sleeveless, showing off the hard won muscle of a girl who fought every day of her life. They did their best with the most modest of resources, giggling at the ridiculousness of it all. Her Master had shown up in a suit himself, Master Kenobi in tow. Two of the Jedi Order’s most prominent members were tucked into swathes of black formal wear tonight.
“Oh come on, you two can’t possibly spend any longer getting ready,” Skywalker groaned, leaning against the open window of Ok’sana’s quarters.
She cracked her neck and went to grab for her everyday boots beside the bed. Ok’sana let out a yelp when Ahsoka kicked them away.
“Hey!”
“Uh-uh, Master Fisto told me not to let you wear anything with mud on it. You got those shiny shoes for a reason.”
“Snips we have to go, I think I’m losing Midichlorians just listening to this conversation. They’re burning away as we speak. I won’t be able to so much as lift a chair if we don’t leave the Temple now.”
“Be patient Anakin. It’s not everyday we get to have a night such as this. Let the young ones enjoy it.”
Both the girls snapped their heads around at that phrase, mirroring their eye rolls.
“Hell must be freezing over, because I agree with Skywalker,” she stood, snatching the soft green shoes from her friend. “We’ve got to go. Party doesn't start until the Negotiator arrives, right Obi-Wan?”
He laughed and offered his arm so Ok’sana could slip on her shoes without falling.
“You are quite correct, Ok’sana.”
—
The ball was in full swing, which was completely clear from the steady stream of drunk socialites meandering in and out of the very grand hall. Golden towers loomed overhead, banners draped across each one displaying the Republic’s insignia. They shouldered open the double doors, Ahsoka and Ok’sana between them. Heat hit them all at once alongside the music softly tinkling from the back of the room.
“We should make our rounds to the Council, Anakin. Master Plo must be somewhere around here. I see a few men of the 104th over by what I believe is the bar.”
They flitted from person to person, shaking hands and offering polite nods to senators both Republic and Separatist alike. Ok’sana was craning her neck to try and find Baz, or any of her men really, but there was such a sea of faces it was hard to pick anyone out. Her arm was no longer weaved through Obi-Wan’s so she just trailed along after them all. The amount of people who tried to grab Skywalker’s attention was a little alarming. Giggles behind painted nails seemed to be lost on him though. Obi-Wan offered polite, closed lipped smiles as he slipped past towards where a handful of Councilmembers were convened in a corner. Though this was meant to be a mingling event, apparently not everyone got that briefing.
“Master Kenobi, Skywalker,” Plo said, nodding to them each in turn.
“I see you’ve all decided to take the Chancellor’s advice and use the taxpayer dollars on frivolous clothes. An interesting decision for the younger members who seem so eager to be promoted, yet scoff in the face of our simplest traditions,” Master Windu pursed his lips.
Suddenly Ok’sana’s face burned with embarrassment. She’d been grinning at her Master, but now her eyes darted to the floor. For a second she’d caught Skywalker’s eye and felt a bit of the new weight ease. He didn't look as scolded as she now felt, but rather irritated. As much as they might disagree, Ok’sana did look up to him in a lot of ways. Skywalker adored his life as a Jedi, many of them believed him to be the true Chosen One. If the Chosen One wore a suit with a blue ribbon then Ok’sana Rue, Jedi Knight, could damn well wear a dress.
“This,” Obi-Wan gestured to his tapered coat, “is merely what we were instructed to do, Master. Shake hands, put the people in the Senate at ease with our efforts in the war.”
“The Jedi are not pieces of propaganda to be flown like a flag. We are meant to be above it all, things like this. Keeping peace does not mean lining our pockets in the process.”
Her ears felt red, but Ok’sana did raise her chin at this. Master Windu was always the harshest critic of those who did not follow rules. Skywalker being the biggest example of that.
“Above diplomacy?” The older Jedi stifled a smile and crossed his arms.
“Lets not admonish the newer members tonight, Master Windu. Let us all enjoy this bit of respite amidst this war. We must not allow our fight for peace to smother away the very joy we do it for. It is not the Jedi way to diminish the small victories such as this. Tonight is for friends.”
“Yes, Master.”
Ahsoka’s jaw ticked as she turned her friend away towards where a group of men were rapidly approaching. Though they were all identical in height, the Jedi could have picked their clones out blindfolded. The Republic issued suits were nothing special in design. A crisp white shirt with a piece of fabric that tied in the back, almost like a scarf. Simple black trousers and jacket. However it was the way each man wore theirs that caught Ok’sana’s eye.
Apparently Skywalker’s blue ribbon was in honor of his men, as Rex had mirrored the choice in attaching one to the lapel of his shirt. Cody and Wolffe had done the same, however Wolffe seemed to forgo the jacket in favor of rolling up his sleeves. She grinned when her eyes finally landed on Baz. He was tugging at his collar, clearly not at ease in formal wear. Around his wrist was a dark ribbon, clearly meant to be his token for their men in the 602nd. Ok’sana suddenly felt slightly guilty that she was wearing green instead of mauve.
The clones in front of them saluted to their Generals, and Baz came forward, hands tucked into his pockets.
“Not a word.”
“I was only going to say you look lovely, Commander.”
“Right, and Karma is the best shot we’ve got.”
“He’s getting better, don't you dare slander your little brother in front of his peers, Baz.” He moved to stand at her shoulder, “Besides, I think we really do look nice. Have you had a chance to dance at all yet?”
Baz looked bewildered, “What star's name makes you think I know how to dance?”
“The Kaminoans didn't have an etiquette class?” She placed a hand on her chest in mock horror, “I simply can’t believe they didn't think that was important for field work.”
“You’d be surprised what they thought wasn’t important.”
Ok’sana paused. Before she could speak again Wolffe came over, all smirks.
“Baz, General,” he’d been rather adamant about using her new title now that she’d earned it. It made Ok’sana secretly pleased that her friend could still respect her rank even though he’d known her since she was a Padawan.
“Looking a bit out of uniform tonight, Wolffe.”
“If someone wants to take it up with me I encourage them to do so,” the soldier crossed his arms. “You and your boy gonna get out there at some point?”
“No, Baz can’t dance.”
“Huh. So that was a different clone with a scar cutting across his nose jumping around 79’s with Quinn and Karma a few rotations before last?” She turned to stare at her CC.
“You little liar!”
“Wolffe,” Baz groaned and passed a hand over his face. “You swore that was between us.”
“And it is. I got Corvis to delete the footage. But you should never hide things from your General, Commander. It’s impolite. The lady wants to dance so you offer her your arm.”
“I’m no lady,” Ok’sana scrunched her eyebrows at them both.
They shrugged, “Well you’re the closest thing we’ve got,” Baz huffed, grabbing a drink off the tray a pretty waiter was carrying by. “Are you going to make me dance now?”
“I’m not that cruel, besides,” Baz’s reluctance to dance gave her an idea, “I’ve got a better idea than us embarrassing ourselves like that.”
Wolffe looked down at her, “What would that be?”
She grinned, “Getting someone else to do it instead. Follow my lead.” The men trailed after Ok’sana as she found her way back to where the other Jedi were greeting their soldiers. She could hear Baz inquiring what she had said there at the end, but Wolffe ignored him. Some of the senators thought the colored ribbons were adorable and were insisting on pictures. She could spot Kit from a mile away, posing and shaking hands with the utmost calm. It was nice to see him making his own fun of the night.
Might as well do the same.
When Obi-Wan was within hearing range Ok’sana began speaking again. “Baz I sent you the briefing on dancing, did you really not get it?”
He looked confused, and Wolffe’s usual scowl offered no explanation.
“You didn't send me a briefing beyond the one we gave the men on tonight, General. Do they all need to dance at some point?” She pressed two fingers to the bridge of her nose and exhaled.
“No no, that wasn't it. Look, every leader of their squad is supposed to dance with their General before the night is over. I thought you would have practiced, that's why I asked if you’d danced already when I got here,” realization dawned on his face.
Baz looked to Wolffe suspiciously, “So did you and the General-” Wolffe nodded seriously.
“I don’t take my responsibilities lightly, and neither should you. It’s supposed to be a display of unity between us and our leaders.” Baz was all about procedure, so now he looked a little frantic at not having been prepared for this. Ok’sana would have to make sure to apologize to him later.
Suddenly Ahsoka appeared at her left and watched Baz briskly walk up to Rex, asking questions in rather hushed tones. The older clone looked a little confused but nodded nonetheless. Captain Rex was also one of the most dedicated soldiers in the GAR. No way would he question an order, and Ok’sana had to thank Wolffe for giving the story a little more backbone. They both came back over, Rex in the lead.
“General Rue, I didn't receive any briefing on a formal dance between General Skywalker and I. I ah-” Rex shifted a bit, “Does he know about this?” Ahsoka’s eyes widened, but she pressed her lips together and said nothing.
“Does Anakin know about what, Rex?” Obi-Wan had caught bits of the conversation between her and Baz, but not the whole concept. Soka rounded on him, smiling sweetly,
“The General-Clone dance every battalion is supposed to perform, Master Kenobi. When are you and Cody going to do yours?” She whispered rather loudly, “I think Rex is nervous.”
Ok’sana was not the least bit surprised when Obi-Wan’s eyes glittered. He did not miss a beat.
“Ah, well I wanted to give him a chance to relax a little with our men first. But I do think now would be a good time since we’ve said our hellos to the Council. Anakin!” he called.
The younger Jedi gave an apologetic shrug to a very loud and drunk senator, rolling his eyes as soon as his back was turned.
“What’s going on?”
“I believe it’s time for our dances to commence. You and Rex should go first, then Cody and I shall follow. Ok’sana, will you and Baz please check that Wolffe and Master Plo have already completed their portion of the evening?”
“They have.”
“Excellent.”
Skywalker folded his arms, “Our what?”
“It seems we’re supposed to dance, uh sir. Every Jedi and their CC, at least once tonight.” Ok’sana bit the inside of her cheek at the way he blanched.
“What? That’s not real! The Chancellor would never ask us to do something like that, it's ridiculous. You know what, I’ll ask him myself,” Skywalker raised a hand to wave the man over.
Ok’sana’s pulse shot. This would ruin the entire thing, certainly Chancellor Palpatine would not play along with this ridiculous joke. She looked at Ahsoka but the girl was at a loss as well. Apparently neither of them had expected her Master to do something so quick minded as to ask the very man in charge of this whole event.
“Skywalker,” Plo said, placing a hand on Ok’sana’s shoulder, “It’s your turn to show your dedication to the men of the Grand Army of the Republic. Most importantly to Captain Rex.”
“Sir, with all due respect, General Skywalker doesn’t have to prove anything to me.”
“Master, there has to be an exception made. Can’t Snips do it?”
“Sorry Master, it’s General ranking Jedi only. Besides,” the girl smiled toothily, “something tells me you and Rex will be the talk of the town tonight.”
Rex’s face was becoming increasingly uncomfortable but he still didn't protest when Skywalker walked to his shoulder, said something sternly, then gestured for his Captain to follow. He sighed and straightened his jacket.
“What did he say?” Obi-Wan asked, leaning away from where he’d been letting Cody in on the joke. Cody was practically vibrating with laughter and turned his back to them to try and conceal it.
“The General wanted to make it clear I was not allowed to lead.” Then Rex was gone.
Skywalker was waiting in the center of the ballroom, hands behind his back as if bracing for the firing squad. The Jedi were all looking at each other to see if someone would put the two men out of their clear misery, but no one moved. Ok’sana caught Plo’s eye and the way his eyes crinkled made her grin widen. Rex and his General were trying to figure out where to put their hands. It seemed they’d settled on the Captain’s hands on Skywalker’s shoulders, the Jedi’s on the upper part of Rex’s ribs. Her cheeks puffed out with air at the small squawk Ahsoka made. Obi-Wan stalked off quickly in the direction of the band, and suddenly a much slower song was playing. Ok’sana gaped at him, which earned her a wink as he turned off to say hello to a very gorgeous dignitary from Mandalore.
“I take it this was your idea, Little Sana?”
“Yes, Master. I thought the night could use a little innocent amusement,” she watched her friends begin to step on each other's toes and argue. “Did I take it too far?”
Plo chuckled, placing a hand on her back, “I would not say so. That is unless you’ve taken photos to capture such a momentous occasion.”
“I did not.”
But she spoke too soon. Just as Skywalker went to spin Rex out of his arms, Senator Amidala walked by. Her face was one of pure amusement which seemed to pull the Jedi’s attention away from his present task. His hand faltered in its grip on Rex’s, slipping away completely. The clone Captain began to fall backwards. It all happened in a few seconds and Ok’sana heard a small click from beside her. Ahsoka was holding up a datapad she hadnt had a second ago. Her hands shook violently as she held up the image for Plo and Ok’sana to see. Even Plo began chuckling, so Ok’sana finally let herself begin to cackle aloud. Baz and Wolffe crept up to see the picture as well, taking the pad to probably end it to themselves. She was gasping for breath, leaning on Baz’s shoulder with tears in her eyes.
Perhaps tonight wouldn't be so bad afterall.
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TECH’S POV
Really, with all the money clearly spent on this night as a whole, they couldn't have gotten a wider range of formal wear? Wrecker hadn't even been able to fit into his jacket. He’d gone without, unlike the rest of them. Echo and Tech had done their best to be in uniform, though Tech’s shirt was covered in creases. Luckily for Wrecker his larger stature stretched out his own wrinkles. However it amazed him that Crosshair had turned up with a black shirt at the last minute, unwilling to tell any of them where he’d gotten it. He and Hunter had undone their collars quite a bit. The latter had claimed it did not do well for his senses when itchy fabrics were tight around his neck, it was not most certainly not a fashion statement. Hunter was already beginning to fidget with his bandana, which was still faithfully tied around his head. Hopefully the pressure it gave was lending some assistance to his migraine. Tech had tried giving him some kind of medication for pain, but that had burned away with their rather fast metabolism before they’d even arrived. He was scanning the room while Echo had gone to try and find Rex. Tech and Crosshair leaned on the wall shoulder to shoulder, leaning over the datapad he’d brought.
Suddenly Hunter’s head snapped up fixedly, “Well finally, she’s here.”
“Who?”
“Rue,” he began rolling up his sleeves and walking into the crowd. “Come on, all of you. She’s in a corner with some other Jedi, meaning Rex and probably Echo will be nearby. I changed my mind, my head is killing me.”
Tech straightened, trying to pass a hand casually over his curls. His brother laughed quietly and shoved him to keep walking. Wrecker was clearing some semblance of a path through all the politicians. People practically jumped out of their way, clearly confused by their lack of resemblance to the other clones. He was in the middle of another eye roll when he finally heard it. Ok’sana’s laugh.
She was not the kind of woman who laughed full out very often. There weren't many opportunities for it when on a mission. This had to have been the first time Tech heard Ok’sana laugh without a hint of reserve. It seemed to come from a place deep inside her, floating up into the air like starflower petals swept into a warm gust of wind. Tech was trying to crane his next around Wrecker’s shoulder to see ahead to where she must be. He had the sudden feeling of yearning, almost in the same way he did when doing research- the pull of wanting something so badly it hurt. Tech wanted to know and understand why Ok’sana was laughing. To study the way it probably made her cheeks flush and her eyes crinkle. See if he could recreate that same result with actions of his own. The very sound of it was the most endearing of songs, beckoning Tech closer with every new peal of laughter.
He could see her now, and Tech’s pulse spiked so much his goggles beeped in alarm. They’d come upon a very red faced Captain Rex and General Skywalker, the Jedi stomping off after someone in the crowd nearby. His Padawan trailed after, giving a quick thumbs up to Ok’sana, wiping her eyes of tears before taking off. The Batch had caught her attention now. Ok’sana straightened from where she’d been clutching Commander Baz’s arm, nodding to them all in turn.
“Did we miss the show?” Hunter asked, nodding to General Plo and Wolffe.
“You did,” Ok’sana sniffed, “but luckily for you there’s picture proof.” She handed it over to Cross and Wrecker who erupted into laughter.
There could've been the answer to every question in the universe on that datapad, but Tech could not have possibly cared any less. His eyes were drinking in every detail of the way Ok’sana looked tonight. She was enchanting in every way possible. Ok’sana’s hair was not tied back as per usual, but hung loosely in its dark natural waves, caressing the birthmark beneath her eye as if it was made of glass. The dress was endearingly wrinkled near the bottom, as if she’d been trying to tug on it to produce a few more inches of length. She needn't have bothered. It was perfect. It took Tech a moment to realize but Ok’sana seemed to be staring back at him, and they both flushed, their eyes immediately looking anywhere but at each other. Hunter gave Tech a sideways look, telling her she looked nice.
“You boys clean up well. So, I suspect you didn't come over just to compliment my stunning appearance,” Baz and Wolffe snorted, earning a glare each.
“Actually I was going to take you up on your offer,” she nodded and quickly gave her goodbyes to everyone, getsuring for the Batch to follow.
“This is going to be boring, I’ve seen your magic stuff a million times, Sana. Wrecker and I are going to get some of those free drinks and go show this picture to every Reg who doesn't get on my nerves. You coming, Tech?”
His mouth was dry, so Tech tried to clear his throat before speaking. “I would like to remain and witness the process,” Tech’s eyes landed on Ok’sana’s shoulder. “Perhaps I could take another scan, but of Hunter this time.”
Hunter gave them both a suspicious look, “You scanned Rue?”
“Sounds like our cue to take off.”
“Let’s ah, step out onto the balcony. There isn't anyone out there right now, and the fresh air would be good for your head.”
It was true, the space was empty. Tech took large steps to get in front of them both and pressed the button for the door to slide open. Ok’sana gave him a small smile. Hunter still sported that suspicious brotherly glare. She leaned onto the bit of glass railing separating them from the far drop below, and Tech reached clumsily for his datapad on his belt, desperate to have something else to look at.
Hunter stood awkwardly in front of her, and Ok’sana cracked her neck, placing her thumbs in the center of his forehead. His chin tilted downwards so she didn't have to reach so far up. The rest of her fingers splayed down the sides of Hunter’s face, eyes closing slowly. Tech began checking Hunter’s heart rate and temperature. It was, however, becoming difficult to focus on anything but the way the breeze seemed to make Ok’sana’s dress hug her even tighter. He swallowed and began checking his own temperature instead.
—
Ok’sana stepped back from Hunter, blinking her eyes as if awakening from sleep. The crinkle between his eyebrows had smoothed away. He sighed in relief and gave her an appreciative nod.
“That’s a lot better. Thank you, Rue,” she bobbed her head, moving from the railing to set her back against a wall. “How long will it last?”
“I’m not sure, honestly. I’ve only done it myself before a few times, but if it wears off and you think you need me again I’ll be here all night as of right now. Seems rude to cut out when the people here shelled out for this whole party. Are your enhancements still intact?”
“I think so. I can still hear Wrecker across the hall,” Hunter chuckled, “he’s showing Cody that damned picture. I’m surprised Rex hasn't-”
Tech looked at his brother, “What is it?”
“I uhm,” his head was shifting minutely from side to side, then Hunter’s eyes seemed to lock onto their target. “I’ll be back in a bit. You two kids play nice.” Then he strode off, setting back his broad shoulders.
Ok’sana thought he might actually forget to slide the door open and slam face first into it. She tried to see who had obviously snagged the sergeant’s attention, only catching a glimpse of bright red hair. The girl had her back to them but Hunter clearly was sure in her identity. He was waiting patiently for her to finish a conversation with Fives, almost bouncing on the balls of his shoes. It was quite a sight to behold, seeing such a serious soldier so eager to talk to someone a foot shorter. The corners of Ok’sana’s vision began to darken.
“Who is that?” She let her head roll back, inhaling slowly.
Tech seemed alarmed, “Are you alright?”
“Is she a friend of Hunter’s?” Ok’sana insisted, trying to keep her mind on something other than her weakening knees. She wanted to sit down desperately. The shoes Ahsoka had insisted on were pinching her toes. Why had she been allowed to strap her lightsaber to the outside of her leg but not to wear her boots?
“I believe that is Ella. She works at 79’s and Hunter is very fond of her company when we have the time to stop by. I think he either recognized her voice or her scent from out here, so it is clear the Force healing did not interfere with his genetic abilities.”
“That’s sweet that he can recognize her,” she slid down the wall a bit, feeling the breeze slip through the slit at her thigh. “Would you do me a favor, Tech?”
He took a step closer, “Of course.”
“Get me a chair.” She instantly heard footsteps followed by the door sliding opening.
Ok’sana felt Tech return and peered at him. She was sitting completely on the floor now. His eyebrows were pulled together in concern. Strong hands suddenly reached for her arms and at first Ok’sana went to leverage herself to stand, but quickly realized Tech was simply lifting her completely to plop her into the chair. A small noise of surprise escaped her. The bit of fabric that had been tied around his neck had at some point been discarded, because Ok’sana could see the movement of Tech’s throat as he swallowed. When she exhaled the air brushed along Tech’s skin, making him shiver. She sat quietly, staring at their shoes for a moment. The buzzing in her ears was subsiding.
“I’m fine, you know.”
“Oh yes, of that I’m sure,” Tech said dryly, removing his tool belt from where it’d been slung low over his trousers. “That is why your pulse is concerningly low, there is a clear sheen of sweat over your entire body, and you keep closing your eyes as if you are about to lose consciousness. Perfect health indeed.”
“I told you last night that healing someone when you're not at full strength can be dangerous. Even a fully trained Jedi can become weakened from it.”
“Put your head between your knees,” Ok’sana did not argue, leaning her head down to rest in on one hand. Tech did his best to act as if the way she said “last night” did not affect him in the slightest.
“Hunter’s headache was worse than I thought,” she didn't know why she was explaining as if to apologize. “My injuries from this last mission are still a little sore, so I may have overexerted myself. I’ll be fine in a minute.” When Ok’sana glanced up her eyes were level with Tech’s, as he’d bent down so they were face to face. He reached around to hang his belt over the back of the chair.
“The message I heard over the communication channel did not indicate you were injured, nor did the paperwork that followed this morning. Where is the wound? I can get the medpac from my bag. I brought a few bacta patches in one of my belt pouches in case of an emergency.”
“I didn't think a blaster shot to the leg would cause me this much grief, but then again I also didn’t count on Hunter truly taking me up on my healing offer. He always seems so broody, I thought it would be more in his nature to suffer in silence. You- you read my mission report?”
“Technically I read General Fisto’s mission report, as you’ve yet to file an official one,” Tech crossed his arms disapprovingly.
“Between coming back this morning and dressing my own wound, I didn't think it was a big priority to fill it out. Since when do you read every report that comes across the database for fun? I thought you told me once that you didn’t like to store useless information in your mind.”
“I don’t read every report,” Tech muttered.
I just make sure to read yours , the words were unspoken but hung between them anyways.
She blinked, and then he was holding a glass of water in front of her, “Drink this.”
“You’re bossy tonight, and not in the usual way. It’s very endearing.”
“And you are very pale,” Ok’sana laughed a little.
“Pale? You really know how to make a woman feel special, soldier.” Ok’sana knew she was rambling and tried sipping the water to see if it would stop her. It didn't. The fact that Tech’s face was only a few inches from hers was proving to be more distracting than she would ever admit aloud. “Most people would go for “pretty”, “alluring” maybe. Not that I’d expect you to do anything but offer the honest thoughts of your inner monologue. That wouldn’t be true to your character.”
“You do not look pretty , Ok’sana,” Tech said the word on an exhale as if it was an insult, and she snorted. “You look incomparable.” Her breath hitched, which did nothing to help her current physical state. Ok’sana closed her eyes against the torrent of emotions that came rushing forward, not just from her- but from Tech as well. It washed over her like sunlight peeking out from behind a mountain. But it did neither of them any good, and they knew it.
She loved her life as a Jedi, probably more than she should. If anyone saw anything between them, even how close they were right now, they could both lose their ranks. That was not something either would wish upon the other. Tech saw the way his words seemed to settle over her face and cringed. He was never the type to speak unintentionally. Every day promised a new bout of information that would be spouted off with little provocation, but this was not something Tech had intended to say in front of Ok’sana.
“I’m sorry, that was inappropriate.”
“Like being alone in a dark room with me. Or having me, a woman ranked above you as a General, pressed against your chest- are we talking that kind of inappropriate?” He opened his mouth to agree, or perhaps to apologize again, but Tech caught the beginnings of a smirk on her sweaty face.
“You’re mocking me, aren't you?”
“I would never, I’m just,” Ok’sana started chuckling, “marveling at the amount of ridiculous situations we seem to get ourselves into. Two of possibly the most well spoken people in the GAR-”
“We are very intelligent,” he murmured, fighting a grin.
“Ugh. Help me stand.” Tech took her hands in his as he stood to full height. “Now don’t panic,” his long fingers tightened around hers, “but we’re going to dance, alright?”
“That is not a strength of mine.”
“Words I don’t hear often from the Bad Batch’s resident genius,” Tech shoved his goggles up the bridge of his nose nervously. “Maybe I could ask Hunter’s friend Ella to tell me who the best dancers here are. Or if you’d rather I ask Corvis, I can ask Wolffe to send him my way as soon as possible. I know for a fact he dances at 79’s all the time.”
Ok’sana’s face was surely covered in red blotches, pieces of hair stuck to her temples, but she felt she was glowing anyways. The way Tech’s usually abysmal posture straightened made her feel immediately lighter. He turned to grab his belt, then offered her his arm stiffly. She let her hand slide down his forearm to interlace their fingers. Tonight was her night off.
Showing my support for the Grand Army of the Republic, indeed, Ok’sana thought.
Just as Tech opened the door, they were met with the sight of a pretty woman in a bright red dress. She was familiar to them both.
“Sera,” she said in surprise, eyes trailing to the clone beside her who was most certainly not the one Ok’sana expected. “Kix. Uh, excuse us.” The two of them stepped to the side, offering slight nods in greeting.
“You look good, kid. Headed to the floor? I’m surprised bookworms like him even take the time to learn how to dance. Too busy memorizing flight manuals.” Tech fixed his gaze on the ceiling but did not pull his arm away.
“Not sure yet, I don’t want this one to show me up. Wouldn't be good for my reputation,” Kix seemed impatient to regain his friend’s attention, bouncing his leg. “Where’s Jesse?”
“Oh he’s inside causing trouble with the rest of the boys in blue, I’m sure of it,” Sera waved a hand and laughed.
“Well I’ll see you in there. Love the dress, it’s very you.”
They turned away, the door sliding closed between them. Tech seemed to be leading her to where Hunter was. There were a few bright curls peeking out from beside his arm, and when he heard them approaching he turned fully, revealing the woman they’d been ditched for so abruptly.
Hunter’s face dimmed a bit at the way Ok’sana was putting a bit of her weight on his brother, “You alright? Tech that good of a conversationalist that he’s made you a bit woozy?”
“In his dreams maybe.”
“I do not understand how that could be possible unless I was using some form of psychological torture, which is not a skill I possess. Even if it was, I would not employ it against our allies. Also,” he turned to look at Ok’sana, “why would I dream about making you fall unconscious?”
She shook her head and leaned up to whisper as if Hunter couldn’t hear.
“Ah, I see.” Tech gestured with his free hand, “I believe it would be polite for introductions to be made. Ok’sana this is Ella, an acquaintance of ours from 79’s. She works as a waitress and bartender when necessary, as well as anything else they need on demand. Ella, this is Ok’sana Rue, Jedi Knight and General of the 602nd Battalion in the Republic’s forces. She has commanded our squad on fifteen missions, all completed successfully.” He said the words so plainly as if they were rehearsed.
“Wow,” Ella smiled brightly, the pearls around her eyes shifting as they crinkled. “That’s a really impressive introduction. I manage the bar, just as a side note, I don't just wipe down the tables.” Hunter’s lips twitched, his focus still on her.
It made Ok’sana feel like she was witnessing something entirely new, seeing the leader of the Bad Batch smiling at a woman like that. Hunter was exuding a feeling beyond just fondness, that was certain. However it wasn’t her place to comment on it, so she just let herself feel happy for her friend, if not a little envious. Ella stuck out a hand to shake and Ok’sana took it in both hands.
“You’re a saint for putting up with all the boys that much,” she spoke softer as if sharing a secret, “I lose my patience with most of them so often, it’s a wonder they even deign to go on missions with me anymore.” The girl laughed, glancing back at Hunter, whose teeth were showing completely now. It was a little alarming.
“She’s right,” Hunter confided, “Rue is a fantastic General, but her temper is about as short as her. Meaning it’s pretty damn short.”
“And you’re the shortest member of the Batch.”
“I still have to look down at you when I talk, you can’t make fun of my height.”
“To be fair, one point eight meters in height is the standard for Regs. Hunter’s enhancements lie in other areas of expertise, so it’s expected that he would fall ah-” Tech trailed off, pressing his lips together.
Hunter looked stupefied. He stared at his brother with a mouth slightly agape, “Tech, were you about to say “fall short "?"
“Hunter, Rue!” Wrecker called, waving frantically as if it were possible he hadn’t been heard. “Ella, I didn’t know you were gonna be here. Ya look great!”
Tech leaned towards Ella a little now that Hunter’s attention was elsewhere, “He seems to be rather sensitive on the matter, since the rest of us are significantly taller even though he was the first from his tube.”
“I heard that.”
“Oh great,” Crosshair glared at Ella, and that same stare was mirrored on her pretty face.
“Wow Crosshair, it’s great to see you too. Did you do something different with your hair?”
“I thought this was supposed to be for people who actually fought in the war. Important people.” Hunter opened his mouth, but Ok’sana saw the glint in Ella’s eye and shook her head.
She wanted to see this play out. Most people got on Cross’s nerves, so this attitude from him was expected. Ella didn’t seem the type to throw insults back. She seemed nice, but Crosshair did tend to bring out the worst in people.
Ella spoke through her teeth, “Yes, and you’re so important. At least I’m getting paid to be here. The money we’re making tonight is going to line my pockets for the next year. You’re here to smile and wave at politicians. You’re practically a snarky billboard.”
The look on Crosshair’s face could’ve melted steel.
“Wait, why're you getting paid to be here?”
“Oh, 79’s and The Rouge were contracted exclusively to supply alcohol for tonight,” she looked around to smile as everyone offered congratulations.
Tech’s arm was no longer linked with Ok’sana’s, but when they’d fallen to their sides- there was still physical contact. The sleeve of his wrinkled jacket brushed along the back of her arm every time they breathed. It kept a constant rush of blood flow on that side of her body. When Ok’sana used her other arm to swing an elbow into Crosshair’s midriff, Tech felt it. His brother let out a small grunt of irritation, but swallowed whatever crude remark he was about to make at Ella.
“Oh wow,” Ok’sana’s eyes were wide with surprise. “That’s not something I expected to see tonight.”
Everyone turned to see Obi-Wan and Commander Cody waltzing around the dance floor, every step confident and light. Echo had to side step them to not get trampled. He made his way to the group, saying a quiet hello to the girls. Evidently he’d found the boys in blue, because there was slight redness to his cheeks. They must’ve been taking those free drinks in stride.
Alongside Obi-Wan and Cody was Skywalker, clearly recovered from her earlier antics and being led around the floor by Senator Amidala. Rex seemed to have found his footing now as he was offering his hand to Liana to the left of them. Ok’sana felt herself begin to look for Baz. She would never really make Tech uncomfortable by forcing him to dance with her.
It’d been Liana who’d showed up in her quarters and given her a rousing speech about remembering to have fun. She knew it was a habit of her friend’s to be more worried about what the Council may think than to live in the moment. The way Rex made Liana laugh brought warmth to her chest, they were such great friends.
Crosshair had wandered off and come back with bubbly green drinks, passing one wordlessly to Ok’sana. It was a small glass, barely the length of her palm. Cross knocked it back in one gulp and she alarmedly looked at Tech. He shrugged, so instead of sipping on it Ok’sana threw it back as well. It tasted… green. If this was supposed to be fun then maybe Liana wasn’t onto anything Ok’sana was interested in after all. Wrecker and Echo passed around more drinks, Hunter and Tech declining. They went again a few times, slowly her muscles began to relax. The boys began telling funny mission stories which made Ella erupt into laughter. Hunter seemed to be silently building up the courage to ask her to dance, and when he finally did Ella grinned as bright as a star.
“Well,” Crosshair gave his brothers a pointed look, lingering on Tech, “Since no one is as good of a soldier as I am, I suppose I’ll be the one to do my duty. General?” Ok’sana looked at him amusedly, “Do me the honor?”
“If you step on my feet,” she slid her hand into his, “I will never let you live it down.”
“Don’t question my talents. I’ve never been one to disappoint a woman, and I won't start tonight.”
They walked to the egd of the dance floor ignoring the whistles from Wolffe as they passed. Baz was standing next to Prince, prying a drink from his little brother's wobbly hand. He gave her a thumbs up. Crosshair did not disappoint. The sniper was as light footed as ever, steering them in circles around everyone.
“You’re good at this.”
“You seem to be doing a pretty solid job for a monk. Better get ready for everyone to start asking you to dance after this,” Cross moved his toothpick to the other side of his mouth. “I’m seeing a lot of people staring, though none of them are one we’d all be expecting.”
“Hmm,” she pretended to scour the crowd, “Are we talking about Master Yoda? I hardly think I’m his type. Too young, definitely too tall, famously vexing.”
He gave her a dry look, “Hasn't looked up from his datapad since you stepped away. If we weren’t so close I'd think he didn’t care. Probably looking up a crash course on “How To Dance”.
“Don’t tease him, it’s not like that.”
“Oh yes it is.”
Now Ok’sana’s irritation rose to the surface, and she snapped. “Well it can’t be. It’s impossible, what don’t you understand about that?” Crosshair didn’t appear to have heard her, just spun her out and back into his arms.
He waited for her to calm down before speaking again in the same bored tone. “Tech would never-“
“Excuse me, soldier. Do you mind if I cut in for a moment?” She stiffened at the words. However the true shock came when both of them turned to see Chancellor Palpatine, of all people, standing patiently to their right. Oksana bowed slightly in respect, Cross’s back going ramrod straight.
“Of course, sir,” Crosshair inclined his head and walked swiftly away, not even sparing Ok’sana another glance.
“Chancellor,” she didn’t offer her hand, “it is good to see you again, sir.”
“And you, my dear. I’ve been hearing so much about you since your Knighting, I just thought I’d come and offer my compliments. You have been doing great work and making large strides within the Jedi Order as I hear it. A great asset to the Grand Army of the Republic.”
Pride swelled deep within her, “My Master is kind to speak highly of my work, sir. I only do that which is necessary. The true hero of this war is the troopers.”
“Modest as all Jedi are, but I was actually speaking of Anakin.”
“I beg your pardon?”
The Chancellor grinned, placing a wrinkled hand along Ok’sana’s lower back. He leaned in as if sharing a secret, “Anakin tells me many things about the most promising Jedi, you and his Padawan being chief among them. It is a great honor to have such a powerful peer revere you.”
“Y-yes, of course. Master Skywalker is a great mentor to many of the younger uh,” there was a crowd beginning to form across the room. Shouts rang out and a loud crack as if something had been snapped in half.
“Ah, if you’ll excuse me, Chancellor,” Ok’sana saw Jesse and Rex dart into the circle of people, Baz as well. “I believe my peace making skills are needed at the present moment.” Palpatine did not move, the smile vanished from his face. But Ok’sana was already walking away quickly and missed the way that mask of his disappeared.
“Of course, General, I’m sure we will see each other again very soon.”
Ok’sana shoved past a sea of faces, but the group was already thinning. In the center of space was Kix, with a horrified look on his face. Sera and Jesse stood a little ways away, talking in hushed tones and staring daggers at him. Rex seemed to be setting the bystanders at ease that everything was fine. She made a beeline for Baz.
“What the hell just happened?”
“Oh uhm,” he looked uncomfortable, “seems Kix made a move on Jesse’s girl.”
“ What ?”
“Yeah,” Rex had hold of Kix’s sleeve now, “and she absolutely decked him. Jesse didn’t even get his chance.” Kix said nothing, continuing to stare at the floor blankly.
There was a red blotch in the precise shape of a hand in the middle of his tanned cheek. Ella suddenly appeared with a rather rumpled looking Hunter at her side.
“What’s everyone whispering about?”
“Get him out of here, Rex,” Ok’sana gave the trooper a stern look. “This isn’t supposed to be a display of how histrionic the Republic forces can become when mixed with alcohol. Go.”
For a moment she considered making her way to Sera, but the woman was already surrounded by a gaggle of friends. She was in good hands. The music resumed and Ok’sana separated from Ella and Hunter. Someone else could fill them in. Also the smug look on her friends face was kind of grossing her out. Wherever they'd disappeared to, he’d certainly had his fun. Part of her wanted to try and find Tech again, but before she got the chance, Wolffe appeared.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
CLearly the drinks Ok’sana had been consuming were limiting her abilities, because she barely took note of his serious tone.
“Well you’ve found me. Can we maybe find another drink somewhere?... What happened?”
“The General has been looking for you. You and Baz are supposed to take a small squadron and head out now.”
“NOW?”
“You need water.”
“Force this cannot be happening. I dont have my robes, I need to get back to my quarters. I can't fight in this ridiculous dress. Just please, Wolffe, go tell Plo I’ll meet him in the hangar as soon as possible with Baz and a few men. I don’t want to go around asking for volunteers and frighten the dignitaries. I’ll ping a few troopers.”
“You’re shipping out?” Hunter seemed to have smoothed out his hair, bless him, but there was still a smudge of shiny gloss on his neck. “Need any help? We still haven't gotten a call, and I think Crosshair is losing his temper.”
They all looked over to see Ella and the man himself arguing near the bar. Her head was spinning. Tolerance was apparently not a strength of hers, and even though it’d originally been Ok’sana’s first worry that this exact scenario would happen- she had gotten carried away. Wrecker and Tech stood on either side of their brother, the latter digging in his backpack for something rather hurriedly. He pulled out a vial with a colorless liquid and popped the cap off to reveal a thin needle. With one step Tech was at her side, then behind her completely.
“Well? Come on.” Hunter sprang into action, suddenly all business. He took quick steps away from them and towards the bar. Wrecker made quick work of heading towards Echo while Tech pulled at Ok’sans’s wrist insistently. They stepped into an alcove, she opened her mouth to speak- but Tech quickly depressed the syringe into her neck.
“Kriff!”
“Apologies, I thought the surprise would make the pain register less intensely.”
“It’s fine,” Ok’sana pressed a hand to her neck and closer her eyes tightly, taking in slow deep breaths. “I need my clothes, I have my saber.”
“There are certainly civilian clothes onboard the ship that will fit you just fine, we should head to the hangar immediately, the others have already informed Commander Baz.”
“Yes, you’re right. Imjust,” she swayed slightly and Tech’s hands came up to steady her. Ok’sana pressed her own palms against the stone wall, keeping her gaze on everything but his eyes. One of Tech’s hands rested on her waist, the other her ribs.
She spoke slowly, “I am fine,” Tech;s hands dropped immediately. “Let’s go.”
They began jogging, and at point Ok’’sana stopped to kick off her damned heels.
“Damn it, wait up!” It was Hunter, sprinting to catch up. What he didn't realize was that there was a girl running just a s quickly, if not a little clumsily, after him.
“Hunter!” He spun around just as Ella tripped forward, catching her as if he caught falling damsels everyday. “You didn't say goodbye.”
“I-uh, we got a mission. We have to go.”
Ella stood and reached up to straighten Hunter’s bandana across his brow. Ok’sana instantly turned her head to look away. This was too much, all of it. Liana was wrong, letting herself relax for even one night had set so many things into motion. Let feelings she’d been crushing underfoot slip into Ok’sana’s direct line of sight.
And it hurt more than it had any right to.
“Do what you guys do best, alright?” Now the girl turned to where Ok’sana and Tech stood, looking at everything but each other. “Keep him safe for me. I know you’re all trouble, but I want to see you all at the bar sometime soon.”
“We will,” Tech said.
They ran the rest of the way in silence, aside from Tech pulling up the report for their mission on his datapad, reading it aloud so they could prepare. When they reached the Marauder, Plo and Wolffe were nowhere to be seen. Baz grabbed Hunter as they began going over strategy or lack thereof. There was a moment of relief once Ok’sana sat down. They were headed into danger once again, and yet this was where she’d felt most at ease in the last few rotations.
“You didn't get to dance, that's why you're so quiet?” Wrecker asked.
“Cross and I had a good few spins before we left.”’
“Yeah but I meant with uh,” at her look he trailed off. “Sorry, I know you must get tired of the jokes.”
“It’s okay,I know none of you mean anything by it.”
“Here,” Echo handed her a pair of flimsy pants and a hooded cloak. “I’m just happy to be out of there. Free drinks can only take you so far in a room full of people like that. So quick to ask about how many seppys we’ve put down, not realizing how many people we’ve lost along the way.” His voice turned sour at the end,disgusted at the lack of tact amongst the politicians.
“This is more our speed anyways,” Wrecker crossed his large arms, “that tux was killing me. The Regs were starting to get a little rowdy for me, what do you think, Sarge?”
“I think I could've used a few more minutes.”
“You mean seconds?” Crosshair sneered.
“Focus up,” Baz interrupted, pulling up a map and giving them the run down.
Ok’sana nodded along, glancing toward the cockpit. Maybe they were right. Dancing and heels wasn't meant to be her world, and there was nothing wrong with that. She’d been more than content with living the Jedi way all her life. Any lingering glance towards another life was just that, a glance. Nothing she was missing, but rather a path Oksana had traded for the one she was currently on. The life of a leader, a peacekeeper. Every day she was among friends who would lay down their lives beside hers.
Tech walked in, reminding them that he needed access to the systems as soon as possible to gain the information they were being sent to extract. He passed her a smaller schematic of the entrances. The others went to check their gear.
“Would you help me pilot? Echo refuses to take injections since Skako Minor, so he wishes to sleep away the last effects of the alcohol.”
“Of course.”
“I overheard part of your conversation with the others,” Ok’sana blanched, but Tech seemed unfazed. “Are you sure there isn't part of you that did not wish to stay at the Event Center?”
A laugh bubbled out of her throat, “Stars, absolutely not. Wrecker was completely right that this kind of environment is more suited to us all. It might not be the safest, but I don't regret anything except letting some of my fellow Jedi talk me into dressing like some civvie.”
Tech’s gaze didn't move away from all the buttons he was clicking along the panels.
“You took an opportunity scarcely afforded to those in the Jedi Order, there is nothing to be regretful of, Ok’sana. It suited you.” She said nothing, Baz coming to join them soon after.
Perhaps she needed to consult with Master Plo upon return to the Temple. Certainly Ok’sana’s emotions were getting the better of her these days. However it gave her some semblance of peace to know they also motivated her, gave them all something to fight for. Quinn and Karma had been completely in their right. Jedi or not, she was human, and if the Republic lost sight of what they were fighting this war for then it was all for nothing.
Little did she know.
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