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So I'm still working on this but I figured there's no harm in posting a snippet of part two

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How Ahsoka hadn't seen it before she'd never know but now that she did it was glaringly obvious. The first week after the mission was the worst. That was when she realised and it made it all so much worse. Rex was a wreck. Didn't eat, barely slept and spent all of his time in the infirmary. Just the day before she could have sworn she saw him cry.

The door to the bacta tanks had been open, the only light in the room coming from one lone tank. Master Skywalker, suspended seemingly weightless, the glow of the light against the bacta contrasting with the oxygen mask making him look as though he was toeing the line between life and death.

Sitting against the opposite wall bathed in the same ethereal glow was Rex, arms propped up on his knees, head hung low, shoulders shaking. Ahsoka only realised she'd made a noise when Rexes head jerked up, her eyes widening when she noticed the tear tracks down his cheeks. As she stepped forward, hand outstretched Rex shot to his feet, shoving his helmet back on his head with so much force it made Ahsoka wince.

“Commander.” He said, hiding his shaking hands behind his back.

That was all she could take before she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his middle in a bone crushing hug.

“It's not your fault.” She whispered, voice muffled in his shoulder.

His hands were still shaking as he returned the hug.

“If he'd had backup, if I'd been there-”

“It's not your fault.”

Just as Rex had been beginning to relax the bacta tank to their right gave a shrill beep.

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Knowing that trans women of color started the movement in the united states and were literally immediately erased and excluded from what they started is the most deeply jading knowledge.

It is the original sin of the so-called queer community and it damns it from the cradle.

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ngl aroace Shaak Ti is brilliant

I’m honor of pride month here are my lgbt+ headcanons for some Star Wars characters, copy-pasted straight from my notes app where I wrote these at like 1am some weeks ago

Obi-Wan: bisexual, probably also polyamorous

Satine: I think she’s pansexual

Ahsoka: bi + asexual

Cody: gay af (there’s a running joke that GAR stands for Gay Army of the Rebublic, but Bly objects)

Shaak Ti: aromantic asexual

Kanan kind of gives off trans vibes idk. Maybe non binary?

Sabine Wren the queerest queer to have ever queered

Bariss: lesbian. 100%

Ventress: I put the bi in bitch

Can I say lesbian Mon Mothma? CAN I SAY LESBIAN MON MOTHMA???

Asexual Bail Organa

And Asexual Breha Organa

Aroace Mace Windu

I haven’t watched season 2 of Andor yet so idk if Kleya is canonically a lesbian or not but she’s a lesbian in my head

And Luke is gay of course

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This wip has some TWs for gore from a combat injury. first time writing angst so hopefully it's not to bad 😁

The General was gone. Considering how often that happened Rex really shouldn't be surprised.

The Separatist base they were meant to be infiltrating was located on an underwater planet in the Outer Rim. The crashing waves, constant wind, rain and general misery would have been nostalgic, if not for the many shitty memories of Kamino cropping up all over the place.

All in all, not pleasant.

Their team was small, consisting of Fives, Echo, Jesse, General Skywalker and himself. In the distance Rex could hear the sound of bombs, droid poppers and manic laughter. At least someone was doing their jobs.

About halfway through the mission they had been discovered, surrounded and had to retreat. Lucky the room they retreated to was the control room, the one they'd been aiming for in the first place. By the time they'd realized where they were the droids had broken through their hastily put together barricade and that's when things really went to shit.

Even with the blaster bolts flying through the air the General's head whipped to the side, freezing completely in place before deciding that it was the perfect moment to achieve a second mystery objective, yelling out a hurried, "I'll meet you at the extraction point!” Before launching himself over the incoming droids and shooting down the hallway. That's when they decided to switch to explosives.

It's safe to say that when the General did not in fact meet them at the extraction point Rex was worried. Who knew what kind of weird ass Jedi shit Skywalker had gotten himself into.

Slowly making his way down through the base, Rex could feel the atmosphere growing thick as the air pressure dropped. Although the base looked nothing like Kamino, Rex couldn't help but think of the cold, soulless hallways and rooms.

All around droids and scientists not dealing with his brothers were fleeing to the upper levels. Rex was surprised that the whole base wasn't flooded or blown up considering all the damage his vod had done.

Rounding a corner, Rex stopped short at the sight before him, his breath hitching.

The hallway was littered with droid parts, blaster holes, lightsaber burns and blood. Attempting to quell the panic rising in his chest, Rex tried desperately to remember the regulation for these situations just to think of something other than the smell of blood settling on the inside of his helmet.

As the droid fell, Rex caught sight of a crumpled pile of brown cloth. It was the General's robe. Kneeling down to examine it, his fears were confirmed when his trembling hand came away a deep crimson.

It was then that a droid came running around the corner, rushing to get on one of the escape pods before it was too late. When it saw Rex it came to a screeching halt. Before it could get out so much as a nasly HALT a blaster bolt hit him right between the eyes. Well if it had eyes it would have been right between its eyes.

Leading away from the robe, the trail of blood was a stark contrast to the polished floors. Being more careful now, Rex crept around the base following the trail to the door of a supply closet with a bloody handprint on the control panel.

After tapping at it uselessly for a few seconds Rex raised his blaster, leaving behind a smoking hole as the door snapped open.

Slumped in the corner of the supplies closet, was the general, hands holding what appeared to be his intestines from falling to the floor. If this wasn't the sort of thing that Rex was used to seeing he might have vomited. But unfortunately for his mental health he'd seen the same sort of think a week previous with a shinie. But this wasn't a shinie he didn't know the name of this was his General.

When Rex dropped to his knees it was like the impact drained every bit of first aid knowledge Kix had ever taught him.

Without warning he came back to himself with a sharp startling clarity as the hand clutched in his own squeezed back, weak but there.

He saw bloody hands cradle a pale face as though he was watching from somewhere else. The ringing in his head had a voice, screaming for a medic. He saw distantly a light flashing and voices that didn't sound like his own.

“Skywalker!” Rex cried as Anakin's eyes fluttered open. The amount of pain he must be in Rex guessed the force was the only thing keeping him stable and for once he was grateful for the weird ass Jedi shit Skywalker seemed to be so good with.

“Anakin please, I don't know what to do. You've gotta help me here, I can lose you.” Something wet rolled down his cheek as he pleaded, dropping formalities completely

“I trust you Rex.” He slurred out eyelids drooping.

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This is actually quite exciting for me, it's my first wip I've actually posted so I hope someone enjoys reading it as much as I've enjoyed working on it