Rex

“You were the former Captain of the 501st. Why don’t you know the contingency orders? I thought all officers knew them.”

“I know most, but that one should never be used ----- He decided to tell the men that they can use the Order on whoever they dislike.” He then shrugged, “Honestly, I doubt things will go over too well, but... to be blunt? The power is going to his head ---- Order 66 is when the Jedi have to be eliminated. Thus, he’s having a field day.” 

“We…we were friends before the war, he was a Jedi, and one of my closest friends at the Temple.” He explained. “Things just…got more complicated once the war started…and he left the Order.”

“Your friend isn’t even your friend anymore. You know that right? Think of all the lives he’s taken. Wouldn’t you want to do what is best for him rather than yourself?”

@thehiddenenemy  – Slick, Low activity 

       “I know you can handle it Rex, no-one can get past you and live to tell the tale.” She said with a little laugh. She leaned against the wall, ascar on her arm from an earlier mission catching her attention. Blue eyes lingered on it as she thought of what else to say. “I saw pinups in your break room Rex.” She mumbled with a smirk. “You or the boys got your eyes on anyone?” She was trying her hardest to make small talk, and it was true, she and Anakin had joked about those posters, but then again, the general probably had his own.

            It was then that he rubbed the back of his head for a moment, “I’ve been doing decently, Ahsoka. Just been thinking about a few recent things is all. Nothing much, but my mind keep’s going back to a person from long ago.”

      “It’s been too long… So much has happened. How have the others been? How have you been holding up Rex?” The Padawan asked, taking her lightsaber from her belt and tossing the sheath of it into the AIR, and catching it.

         Yet, he had known it had been a while, but time had simply managed to slip away from him.... even if he knew it hadn’t been that way in all reality, “The 501st is fine.” He stated in a calm manner, “Nothing we can’t handle.” It was a trained response, but one that was also the truth of the matter all the same. They had been doing decently well, but that was another story entirely, and wasn’t needed for the time being.

He pulled his blaster to late-no longer using his lightsaber. The knife caught him and he stumbled back, “No…no-don’t do this. I’m not one any more.”

“I…wont put up a fight.”

It would either result in his death or some sort of training program under Vader, but he was hoping he would be able to protect him --- it wasn’t due to the fact he was a Jedi or even Padawan. In fact, it was due to the fact that what he was doing, in essence, was right, and that was why he let a deep breath escape his lips, “This isn’t the Republic, kid.” He stated bluntly, “The name is Rex.”

She grinned at his words, giving a happy squeak and darting forward to catch his hand in her own. “Come on, then! Let’s play! And if Daddy gets mad at you, tell him I made you late. I’m sure Mama will protect you as best she can as well.”

Either way, a faint nod was given as her hand grabbed his own, “If I get in trouble, it’s your fault -- you know that, right?”

Anakin heard the words, he and Rex were out scouting alone. He turned towards Rex to late when there was a sharp pain in his side as a blade entered him. A pained gasp left him and he stumbled away from him. “R-Rex?” He looked at him with wide eyes.

But, it didn’t come and he slowly looked up at Rex, he was obviously still struggling. He threw out his hand and knocked the blaster away with the Force. “I believe in you Rex,” He said, forcing himself up to his feet. “You..you can fight this.”

In a mater of MOMENTS the blaster was knocked away with the Force and he moved to grip his head as tightly as possible, “Fighting... as best... as I can.” He finally managed to get out, “Must... kill the Jedi.”

                               “He was our only Hope.”

“It might get us started in the right direction at least.” He stated bluntly.

“…What rumors?” Anakin asked, though he knew exactly what rumors he was talking about. “The Senator of Naboo and I are just friends Rex.” He tried to tell him. “And I never said it wasn’t, I just…let my guard down…it’s-complicated.”

“Yes, you’re just friends.” Rex didn’t believe that one bit, but he wasn’t about to say anything about that as he rubbed at his chin, “Right, it’s complicated, but how complicated is it?” 

Anakin heard the words, he and Rex were out scouting alone. He turned towards Rex to late when there was a sharp pain in his side as a blade entered him. A pained gasp left him and he stumbled away from him. “R-Rex?” He looked at him with wide eyes.

Then, more pain hit him as he felt the deaths of hundreds no thousands of Jedi across the Galaxy. He dropped his saber and put his hands to his head. It was to much. “No…no…please Rex, you can fight it, I know you can.”

A moment passed and then another as he kept the blaster were it was, “Execute Order 66... Execute Order 66..” He kept repeating several times over, “Must... kill the Jedi....” Of course, he didn’t pull the trigger... not yet anyways.

“I just need to see if we can find him. I would have informed the General, but he’s.... a bit busy right now. This could also be nothing more than a guess, but I am still going to try to go after him. He’s a Traitor and should be treated as such.”