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Captives for the hidden enemy because of whom we have become
“Boil! Boi! Sweetheart! Are you okay?”
Waxer was trying to focus in the darkness, with his vision blurry with his other senses were kicking in. His Force sensitivity most of all. Shouting out his partner’s name while trying to figure out if they were still together.
Seeing the shadowy outline of Boil hunched in the corner of the space they were occupying with his breathing shallow at best. But sensing his being still in the connection the two now shared, Waxer knew Boil was still among the living despite the beating they had both taken. Boil more so than Waxer, the man having stepped in front of their attackers like true hero. Not something Waxer could fault his partner, but Waxer was still capable of fighting back after all. Still, Waxer could not help loving Boil the more for it.
And yet, the moment had been as scary as any time during the war. The strong ugly looking assailants having popped out of nowhere, as if hidden from the Force somehow.
“Yeah… I think so. Still here, alive maybe?” Boil was moving about, the aches and pains felt for sure all over his body. “Yeah, still here love.”
“Good. Good to hear.” Waxer managed, trying to move but he felt the sting in his chest, most likely having cracked ribs from the fight. “I was worried there, for a moment.” Worried being an understatement, panicked being the more likely word for it.
Boil was grunting while getting up, Waxer could both hear and feel the shuffle of his feet as Boil dragged himself from wherever he had been to Waxer’s spot. The slight tilt of the bunk he had been on indication Boil had reached him.
The hand soon enough coming to feel his forehead, then two of them feeling around his body as if search for something. Alas, there never was a moment bad enough Waxer could not crack a joke, never mind the possibly cracked ribs!
“I’m hardly in any condition to reciprocate sweetie.” Waxer just had to, chuckling and then paying for it with a rather sharp pain.
“Funny! I see you managed to break your ribs but keep your stupid jokes!” Boil noted sarcastically, but the relief in his voice was clear enough despite the rather crude attempt of jest.
“Yeah, I guessed as much. Could’ve been worse unless my hero hadn’t stepped in.” Waxer sighed, it felt good to have Boil touching him, even if it was just to check up on him and his injuries.
“Oh? Should I be jealous?” Two of them could do poor jokes for sure!
“Nah, just this stubborn man I know. Likes to step up whenever I’m in trouble… Ouch!” Yeah that one hurt! Clearly there was more wrong with Waxer, his leg sensitive to the touch in more ways than one.
“Okay, so it’s an open wound. From the vibro-blade I saw one of them pulling up.” It was at that point Boil had jumped away from his own assailant and right on top of Waxer’s one, trying to keep them from causing any more harm for his partner.
“Yeah, but you saved me, didn’t ya love.” Waxer leaned in for a quick peck on the lips, even in the darkness seeing Boil through the Force rather clearly now.
“I will always save you, you know that don’t you.” A moment passed between them, the two lovers connecting with each other through their shared Force connection.
It took a moment before they were able to continue on assessing what trouble they were currently in. Yeah, the trainers had warned them alright, about attachments and such, but hey, neither Boil nor Waxer would ever give the other up, Force or not.
“So, they caught us. Who where they?”
“Dunno. Seemed like hired help, but they were bulky alright. Ugly lot too. Came out of nowhere. Something of a surprise.”
It really was as with the Force, they two had become even more sensitive of their surroundings.
“And certainly did not care of any hits either. As if nothing was penetrating their skins.”
“Some kind of super soldiers maybe?”
“They were snarling, didn’t look alive to me. Red eyes and all.”
“Sith?”
“Yeah, or their foot soldiers perhaps?”
“Well, we were warned, ya know before.”
“That we were.”
They had been.
The Jedi trainers having hammered into the Force sensitive clones they needed to be careful when out there on their own. As there were Sith interested in these newly revealed powers of the clones even if they had been kept a secret from the outside world. Somehow though, the intel had leaked. It always did. And so, the Sith were sending their own breed of hunters after them. Trying to capture them for their own sinister purposes.
And clearly, Boil and Waxer too had been targeted.
“So, guess we should try to contact the others?”
“Through the Force?”
“How else? Unless you happen to have a comm device on ya?”
“Through the Force it is!”
Funny how things had turned out, the former soldiers not really needing their devices and gadgets any more. Simply contacting their comrades through the Force connection. Well, there was still a lot to learn, like not getting caught by Sith commandos.
But yeah, this was certainly the life for Boil and Waxer now! Super soldiers of their own right for the Jedi Council.