Rating: T
Pairing: Cody/Rex
Tags: Making Out, Established Relationship, Teasing, Assholes in Love, Rex in the 212th Attack Battalion
Summary: Codyâs in a mood that shouldnât be indulgedâlooking for entertainment and a target to provide it.
Rex indulges him.
With art commissioned from @cacodaemonia!
Rex holds his blasters steady, both up, both aimed down range. He breathes deep, still but not tense. He doesnât let Cody distract him.
The final round of the sim starts, and Cody sighs, armour clicking as he shifts against the wall behind Rex, watching with a critical eye. If Rex misses because Codyâs here heâll never hear the end of it.
The first target snaps up at the far end of the range, moving fast from left to right. Rex squeezes the trigger. It pings green, two popping up to replace it. With each target itâs easier to ignore Codyâs eyes burning holes in the back of his skull, slipping into the flow that he needs.
The sim ends, and his scores appear on the terminal. Only one miss, but slower than heâd like. Above general average, but below his.
Itâs Codyâs fault.Â
âThat was a little slow for an ARC,â Cody says, as if his PB in twin blasters isnât lagging behind Rexâs.
âThat your professional opinion or a personal one?â Rex slots the simâs blasters back into their holder by the terminal, collecting his own real ones. âSir.âÂ
âIt canât be both?â Cody has that tone that Rex is all too familiar with: amused without any of it showing on his face.Â
Playing with his food.
âNo, sir.â Rex finally lets himself look at Cody. His arms are folded loosely over his chest, posture open and calm, his expression mildly curious. Heâs so full of shit. âIf itâs both, how can I know if I should tell you that Iâll endeavour to do better, sir, or to shove your opinion up your ass if you can make enough space in there next to your head.â
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Iâm really sick and tired of the âCody hates Anakinâ nonsense thatâs ridiculously widespread on this site so my spite headcanon is that Cody likes Anakin a lot, mostly because he knows that heâll keep Rex safe with his last breath, something not many other Jedi are willing to do for the Clones
âYou will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity."
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3
For Day 3 - Clone Rebellion of @codex-week with additional inspitation worked in from the alt prompts DO ANDROIDS DREAM OF ELECTRIC SHEEP BY PHILIP K. DICK, and BLUE BIRCH MARSH BY JEF BOURGEAU
Bonded Pair, Do Not Separate - or they might lose their colours
The Alt prompts used here:
DO ANDROIDS DREAM OF ELECTRIC SHEEP BY PHILIP K. DICK
BLUE BIRCH MARSH BY JEF BOURGEAU
I saw all these trees and I knew I had to work them into my piece!!!
Parenting definitely isnât easy, and itâs insanely different from being on the battlefield, but itâs much more worth it, at least to Cody and Rex đĽš
I only had one fic with Dare in it this year so I figured Iâd fill my Dare-quota with a drawing of him and his dads đ¤
Backgroundless version under the cut, bc I thought this would make a cute sticker đ
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Dear @loving-the-cambridges - I'm so sorry that your gift is late! It got away from me in the planning stages, but here's a teaser, and I'll update with a link to AO3 as soon as it's posted with the rest (it got so long )
I chose 'Favorite flowers' -- it's hard to tell in this exerpt orz
Obi-wanâs vambrace comm crackles to life at the same time that Codyâs head lifts up.
âReport,â Cody says.
âCommand, this is Davijaan. Recon squad has finished our second search pattern. Still no sight of the target. Should we fly a third?â
Codyâs helmet tips toward him. âGeneral?â
ââŚThe report did say that the comms array might be camouflaged in the canyon.â He says it like a riddle, turning the words over as he speaks as if they were the same as the stones and chips of loose scree around them.
âItâs got to have something above-ground, or it wouldnât be much of a comms array,â Cody points out.
Obi-wan scans what is visible of the skyline.
Theyâre marching down a lip of one of the canyons that breaks through the dry land of this remote moonâ a precarious jut of rock that can fit four men side by side, barely. When they first descended into the canyon, the path could support six abreast, and an AT-TE well in the rear. But the TE had been forced to climb back to the top of the rock walls an hour back, and ahead Obi-wan can see the path continuing to narrowâŚ.
Thin columns of glinting rock rise up from the ravine floor far below, knobby insets of harder rock supported by thin necks of the limestone. They look like ornaments. Or spikes at the bottom of a trap.
A scan should reveal a camouflaged comms array among themâ should, and yet their intel suggested that the rocks had a way of baffling scanners.
And yet, this mysterious resource didnât stifle the communications array?
He reaches out to the Force, and finds only unease and a sense of imbalance. Something is wrong, but something has been wrong since this war began. The Cosmic Force is vast, and so is its warning. Itâs warning him of something larger than this one moon, this one speck in the voidâ it calls his attention out, out further than he can perceive, a divide between his mind and the body that is marching, hot, exhausted.
The moon feels like a dozen other dry battlefields, and he knows it is a distinct and thriving place but the sunlight through its atmosphere seems artificial and the richly colored layers of clay and stone feel flat. Plantlife clings to the canyon walls, stubby waxy vines and rockplants with defiantly bright colors that must attract the insects that drone past his ears, but all of it is half-real.
Even this seemingly barren landscape is rich in the Living Forceâ he knows that, but he can barely feel it.
Perhaps it is a small blessing, that he connects so much more easily to the one aspect of the Force than the other. Perhaps it is why he functions better in a warzone than so many of his contemporaries who are more in tune with the Living Force and the way war bends and distorts it.
âGeneral?â
He jerks back to himself. âYour call, Commander.â
âAny bad feelings?â
âUnease. Something on the tip of my tongueâŚâ he shoots a wry look sideways. âNothing actionable.â
âIâve learned to stop asking that,â his commander says wryly. He glances around and leads Obi-wan a few strides ahead out of casual earshot.
âDo you think thereâs actually a secret Seppy comms station on this rock?â Cody pitches his voice down, low and soft through his vocoder. Heâs become bolder about questioning the quality of their intel, but heâs too good a soldier to do it where his troops can hear.
âNo,â Obi-wan sighs. âNo, but I have no proof that itâs not. No justification to deny a priority order based on official intel.â
âUnderstood.â Thereâs an edge of irony that rings true through the helmetâs vocoder. Itâs gone when Cody speaks again, back straightened and head tilted ever so slightly in the manner he uses to indicate to Obi-wan that heâs speaking on his helmet comms. âDavijaan, come in.â
âSir?â says Obi-wanâs vambrace.
âFly a third, and expand the perimeter by ten kilometres. Run a full topographical scan over the EM sensors. Keep an eye inward, but donât look like it.â
âYes sir,â Davijaan says. Looking again to the skyline, Obi-wan can just see a glint of what must be the survey shuttle turning above them.
âSpeaking of official intel,â Cody says, that touch of irony back to his voice, âI note that the planetary scans were taken before this ridge started shedding material. Weâre going to have a bit of a detour ahead.â
âYes. I donât like our options. I think this route will only get narrower, but the bottom of the ravine is an ideal ambush point.â
âSuggestion, sir?â
âAlways, my dear.â
âLetâs call an early halt; weâve got a little shade now, and the men could use a refuel. Iâd like to send a couple troopers ahead under full stealth to do a recce on both paths, and re-establish our maps based on Davijaanâs scans.â
âWeâre quite exposed here, Commander.â Obi-wan prods the Force again. âŚit feels less tight with unease now. âBut⌠perhaps it will do. Yes, this will do.â
Cody is watching him intently. The dark visor may obscure his eyes but Obi-wan can feel his focus. His troopers are a constant in the haze of this war, alive and solid, and Cody is the brightest in a sea of bright lights.
âSomething on your mind?â
âWell, sir. Letâs say Iâve got a good feeling.â
Cody steps back towards the men, relaying the orders, and morale rises like a river in the rain. Even without the Force, Obi-wan thinks he would feel itâ could see it in the way that weary shoulders lift, and the smiles on the troopsâ faces as buckets come off and ration packs start to come out.
He busies himself setting up the portable holoprojector. Hurry, from Engineering, sees him struggling with the one fussy tripod leg and trots over to offer his wordless support. Obi-wan smiles his relief at him as he holds the rig steady so that Obi-wan can straighten the reluctant joint, and is rewarded with an answering smile back. Heâs so glad that theyâve all found the comfort to step outside the expectations trained into them of perfect soldiers every waking minute. That they are willing to include him into these moments of open camaraderieâŚ
It is perhaps the only constant source of peace for him, anymore, however undeserved when he may be leading them to their deaths. They understand what happens in war. They forgive with the ease of trained Exploracorps Jedi teams, with more grace than the combatants Obi-wan has had to fight beside in his life before.
Cody has pulled two of the ARF teams into conference a few meters away from the rest. Waxer and Boil are putting away a ration-bar apiece between words, with practiced efficiencyâ Cato is standing a little too straight, still, in his new armor, and Ajax is all but bouncing on his toes with eagerness to get to it. It will be Ajax and Catoâs first solo mission as an ARF team since their return from training. Obi-wan spares a plea to the Force that it be an uneventful one. Let them be disappointed in their need for action, let them be bored-- they will have their fill of danger before the war is all over.
Beside him, he sees Hurry signal for Catoâs attention: when he has it, he straightens up and puts his chin in the air, striking a somewhat heroic pose. Cato glares daggers at himâ for the moment before his Commander draws his attention again and he pulls himself together with desperate poise.
âGentlemenâ I have the updated planetary scans ready,â Obi-wan calls, beckoning them over.
Hurry starts back to the cluster of Engineers with his trademark speed, but Cody catches him with a word.
âEat fast, trooper. Iâm going to want descent guides for our walkers set up at that decline over there.â
To his credit, Hurry doesnât flinch at being directly addressed. He tracks the eyeline that Cody carves out of the air with two fingers, squinting down at the terrain in question.
âAll the way to the bottom of the ravine, sir? Weâll need to double-back to get our equipment. We left it about half a klick back⌠and weâll need to reinforce the ridge as a transition point if we donât want everyone and everything on the bottom of the ravine, too.â
âThen youâd better eat faster.â
âYessir!â
Cody passes him a ration-bar as theyâre mapping the scouting path, and pushes two more onto Ajax and Catoâ âYouâll want them before youâre done, take themââ and then finger-skates a route over the new topography. He doesnât use the tracing feature on the holoprojector, pointing to landmarks on the display instead. Obi-wan is far from scoffing at the caution.
Perhaps at the beginning of things he would have said it smacked of paranoia not to leave a digital record.
This has been⌠a very characteristic mission. They were given a simple objective, a rather over-specified plan of attack that required the objective being where the initial surveys placed itâ and implied that if the 212th were as competent as their reputation, it should be an easy victory like so many disastrous missions before.
There is no objective here, may never have been, and they are operating on an unknown agenda. GAR command is not immune to the Senate funding committeeâs whims, and the funding committee is⌠full of politicians.
What mining magnate might have wanted this moon and its useful mineral deposit under Republic control? Who might have needed attention in this system instead of another nearby? How petty is the reason his men have been set to thankless march, maybe to death if there are Separatist forces here? Who has been given access to their reports, their tactics?
No, there does not need to be a record of these small details.
Cato and Ajax opt to rappel down the cliff instead of taking the decline aheadâ Boil and Waxer stroll ahead along the lip and vanish in the broken colors of the rock walls.
Obi-wan watches them both along until they are out of sight, and then sits against the rock wall to make an attempt at meditation. He can calm his body, his mind, but the Force is still hazy, distant from him. At least itâs a rest, and though he finds no guidance the Force does provide the strength to bear him up, to ease the ache in his feet and the dull pounding of his head that the heat and hours of direct sun brought on.
Cody holds the men back until they can see the Engineering corps starting work, AT-RTs repurposed for draft work bustling around at the top of the cliff.
He comes to to stand by Obi-wan, companionably, comming the survey team again; âAll right, boys, if itâs all clear come set down by the Engineering Corps, lend a hand.â He clicks his back teeth twice, jaw pulsing, and casually adds: âYou can power down; doesnât look like weâll be seeing action.â
Obi-wan pushes himself to his feet. ââŚCommander, that looked for all the world like a helmet control action.â
âDid it, sir?â
âCoincidence, certainly. Out of curiosity, which one?â
âMute, sir.â
âŚhmm. Which might well mean disregard the orders following.
âHas anyone told you youâre untrusting?â
âAlpha-17 did, once.â
âI daresay he meant it as a compliment.â
âHe did.â Cody gives him a tiny smile, a roguish little twist of his lips thatâs there and gone.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/CT-7567 | Rex, Mer CC-2224 | Cody/Mer CT-7567 | Rex
Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, CT-7567 | Rex, Clone Trooper Howzer (Star Wars), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo
Additional Tags: MerMay 2024, MerMay, Mermen, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Cloneshipping | Clone Trooper/Clone Trooper Relationships (Star Wars), Codex (CodyRex), Clone Rebel Era, change, True Love, Part of Series
Series: Part 18 of Cody/Rex, Part 6 of Mer-Tales - Tales of the Sea
Summary:
What if Rex was to turn into a Merman as well?
Then he could spend his time with Cody whenever.
Part two of âI caught you in my netâ
Part of Cody/Rex // Mer-Tales series