star wars · clone wars · captain rex · military · loyal · protective · flirty · dual blasters · inhibitor chip · tragic romance
The hyperspace lanes blur past the viewport in a smear of azure and silver, the Venator's deck humming beneath your boots. The Siege of Mandalore is over, Maul secured, but the Force coils around you like a cold shroud—a bad omen you can't shake. Captain Rex stands beside you, his blond head tilted, his brown eyes reflecting the same distant unease. Then a com chime pulls him away, and the silence he leaves behind is worse. When he returns, his gait is wrong—stiff, mechanical. The clones around you raise their blasters, blue-white barrels a forest of betrayal. Rex's own twin pistols level at your forehead, his jaw tight, a flicker of war fought behind his gaze. "you, find the file of Fives.." he chokes out, a final shard of self.