WELCOME BACK FIRST OF ALL!!!
May i PLEAAAAASE request a little something about the Kadavo arc? May it please stray a bit from canon so Rex can get a bit more of a main role in the arc and he does a tad bit more and he you know sticks up for the togrutas and he gets worn out and is all worrying about Kenobi that he collapses and when he wakes up he has an emotional reunion with his vodâe đ„ș that was so specific but Iâm begging you please I trust you with this pretty please with sprinkles on top?
Ilysm!!!!!!! You donât have to do all that but just please more Rex đ I miss him
A/N: OML FIRST IM SORRY THIS TOOK FUCKING FOREVER AND ITS ONLY 1K IM SO SO SO SORRY. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THO. PLEASE SEND REQUESTS GUYS IM BEGGNIG YOU.
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Exhaustion hung heavy over Rexâs head as he took one weary step after another. He didnât want to complain about the pain he was in, and so instead he lumbered quietly after his Jedi. Ahsoka was by his side and he watched her with worried eyes.
Thankfully, she was back in her usual attire, and not that filthy slave-costume sheâd been forced to wear. Anakin had already apologised profusely for her having to wear it, and sheâd insisted it was okay, but Rex still didnât like it.
With every tiny movement of his body, pain shot throughout him, and Rex couldnât help but bite his tongue until blood was drawn in. It hurt so much.Â
Alongside Obi-Wan, heâd earned his fair share and then some more of whiplashes. And for no real reason. There was a particularly ugly wound on his left side from shielding a young Togruta from a whip when blood and tears were streaming down the teenagerâs face. He hadnât regretted protecting the frail child, even when blood was now staining his blacks as it trickled down his torso.
Cody was the first of his vod to greet him, and just the mere sight of him brought a smile to Rexâs face. His hands were still shaking from clutching electric staff heâd driven into the slaverâs chest. Something about killing that man had felt wrong, he just wasnât sure why.
Maybe it was the fact that when heâd checked the manâs pulse to ensure he was dead, heâd left with blood coating his hands. Blood his and blood not. Another manâs blood on his skin. Heâd broken another manâs flesh, and so violently that heâd bled and died, heâd killed a man. Killing a living, breathing man was different from killing a droid. That was something Kamino could never have taught him.
Rex glanced down at his hands, bile building up in his throat at the dry and dark red state of his skin. The blood was dried and crusted, and coating all of his hands. Underneath the thick layer of torment were his blisters and calluses, so damaged that merely breathing on his hands shot pain through them.
Cody rushed to meet him, barrelling into him hurriedly, wrapping his arms around him firmly and holding Rex close to him. He buried his face in the crook of his brotherâs neck, and Rex couldnât do anything to control his emotions when tears began to fall from his eyes.
âRexâika,â Cody murmured, cradling his brother's head as he felt the water drip down his neck. He saw the concerned glance Obi-Wan shot him, but the Jedi seemed to understand. âCâmon, letâs get you to Kix.â
Rex nodded but didnât move until Cody turned him around. He stared at the ground as tears began to stream down his face, relying on Codyâs arm to guide him safely. When they finally reached medbay, Cody pushed him through the mass of injured Togrutas and to the front, where he called out to Kix.Â
âVod,â he called to the medic, who turned around quickly. âCan you take a look at Rex, please?â Kix nodded, patting the Captainâs shoulder. A sob bubbled up in his throat as Kix began to remove his armour, and then the top half of his blacks.
He knew from both Cody and Kixâs gasps that his injuries were as bad as they felt.
âRexâika,â Cody whispered as Kix began to frantically gather his equipment. âYou shouldâve told us sooner.â His gaze ran along the numerous whip wounds and cuts lining his brotherâs skin, and his stomach burned hot with rage.Â
Kix began to clean the wounds, and as soon as the first antiseptic patch touched his skin, Rex yelped, his body lighting up with the stinging sensation. A comforting hand ran through the short wisps of his blonde hair as Cody stood up, moving Rexâs head so his forehead was against Codyâs stomach. âItâs alright, vod, itâs alright.â
Kix worked quickly, cleaning and bandaging his wounds. With every gentle touch came a spike of pain, but Rex began to get used to it as they continued. Time passed slowly as Cody patiently ran his hands through Rexâs hair, over and over and over.
Once the stinging and the pain and the healing was finally over, Rex was more bandage than man. But his hands were still red and rough. Cody had noticed the way his brother seemed to only sob more whenever he saw it, and so as soon as Kix released them, he guided him to the sink to wash the blood off.Â
Slipping the bar of soap between his hands and turning on the hot water, Rex finally began to feel some relief when the water rushing down the pipe was tainted red, and so he began to roughly scrab at the flesh. Cody watched carefully as his brother bent over the skin, dragging his blunt nails over his skin occasionally to see if any blood was hidden under the nails.
He scrubbed until his hands were numb and raw, and pink from being scoured so fiercely. Once heâd cleaned every speck of red off of his hands, Cody yanked the soap from him and turned off the water, much to his confusion. But he didnât question it.
Instead, he let Cody guide him to the barracks, a warm presence amongst the cold blizzard swirling around Rex. The blonde felt numb, all over, as though heâd been dumped in an ice bath, and forced to stay there until he couldnât feel anything.
But it was as though Cody leaked warmth, like a fireplace in the middle of winter. That was how Rex felt, like his icy white blue had been invested by gold orange shine. It was intoxicating, and he leaned into his brotherâs touch as the dull silver corridors began to suffocate him in familiarity.
When they reached the barracks, a swarm of 501st soldiers rushed to congratulate Rex on his skilled rescue and assistance to the enslaved, but instead of feeling like a saviour, he too felt like a slave. Cody managed to disperse the ground with ease, and they understood as the older brother guided the younger to his bed.Â
âGet some rest, Vodâika,â Cody murmured, running his thumb over the top of Rexâs short hair. But a whine escaped from his lips, dragging Codyâs attention back to him and away from the path to the door. âWhat is it?â
âCan you stay?â Rex asked breathlessly, a plea so quiet Cody almost didnât hear it over the din that was the 501st barracks. The Commander froze, contemplating whether or not he should. A moment of silence between them passed, before he let out a soft sigh, and nudged Rex to move over.Â
Cody moved to lay down on the bed next to his brother, half dangling off the edge as he glanced at the Captainâs face. âYouâre alright, Rexâika,â he murmured, his eyes tracing the bandages covering his brotherâs body. âYouâre alright.â
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