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On Steady Paws - Chapter 1

The Force, like already stated, is connected to everything. It gives life and meaning, it takes you in its embrace when you are dying or giving up. Its all that we ever strove to be, everything we are and everything we always were.

The Force is not only a guiding hand but also an entity.

It can create life from nothing, just put everything it needs in a bucket, shake that a few times and then upend the mixture onto the floor and see what happens, what will form.

The Force wanted its chosen one to have a friend, someone who could match him, outsmart him, stand by him, tease him, protect him, and love him with all their being. It searched the multiverse, gathered, and discarded ideas and impressions, tested freed spirits and essences, nudged, and asked for permission because there is nothing more important than free will and freely made choices. It would never only take and take and take, this was not in its nature.

Friends, the Force found out, were not only humanoids or highly sentient species, but friends could also be animals and even plants. Although it discarded the last point on the list quite swiftly. A plant being surviving on a desert planet. No, no walking and needle shooting cactus in this dimension, thank you. But an animal was nearly perfect. The only problem was that the desert planet was lacking most common forms of those and even the Force could imagine that a small, newly hatched Krayt Dragon was most certainly not a good idea for a friend for its chosen. (Though peeking into that strain of life had some entertaining points it had to admit.) So the Force needed to find something for its chosen one, a companion, loyal and headstrong. Thankfully, so it needn’t introduce a new species to the planet, there was one logical choice, even if those types of animals lived in the more rocky areas of the deep desert instead of in the more stable zone the cities are located in. But that was something that could be done later on.

Gathering itself on one of the abandoned temples on the desert planet, the Force condensed everything it had gathered and deemed useable and good for this project, shaping it into a ball and feeding it its own essence, coaxing the small starting of life into a new beginning, twining strands of a willing soul into the blue ball shape, giving it a greener appearance.

The Force was quite happy with the result, rolling the ball of essence through the air, tweaking it a bit and nudging the little thing, growing it some more and reshaping some facts.

After polishing the small ball of essence, the Force moved its main concentration and the ball over to the city, swooping through the alleys until it found its Chosen Ones bright and warm soul. Happily snuggling up to the small child, the Force plucked gently at one of the bright strands, gently opening a connection and combined it with one of the blue-greenish ones of the new being, sprinkling it with shards of gold.

The child startled, head swiveling around for a short moment before settling down again, a bright smile on his face as he babbled to his Mother. Giving the Chosen One one last snuggle, the Force changed locations again, rolling the ball around itself.

Now it only had to implant the ball of essence and life into a female of the species and voila! Everything would be almost perfect!

Giddily the Force dove under the sand dunes, into long and dark tunnels in hard rock only to find a pack of the animals resting in a big pile. Perfect.

---------------------- Honestly, the start of my new life is nothing out of the ordinary, so I am going to be making it quite short and give you a few episodes of the mundane things happening to me. The real life, the real fun and the meaning of my rebirth, second reality existing whatever you want to call it, comes a bit later. That only starts after I met the “Menace”.

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I come to consciousness a few weeks after being born. Thank gosh for that, I would not have wanted to be awake and aware for that procedure, thank you very much. My mind is not quite awake yet, thoughts muddled and swirling through my brain like the liquid in a slow working slushie machine. (I know now that baby brains do not ever work like that, their ability to regain and hold thoughts is worse than a goldfish.) Even the first few moments of being “awake” take a toll on me, it saps my will away fast and leaves me exhausted, only able to nose against the warmth right in front of my nose, which smells familiar in a way I do not understand yet.

Its dark around me and I cannot open my eyes. I feel warm though and somehow feeling like there are things pressed to me, someone is breathing in my ear, which can already flick and twist and someone is pushing me with his fat paws to get me away from my place of wherever the heck I am. But I am warm and comfortable and I feel safe where I am, so I wiggle a bit, push my appendage back into the one pushing me and nip the warmth right in front of my nose. I get squirted with something sweet and warm in response.

Really great day.

I lick it off and go right back to sleep, cuddled in the pile of warmth and fuzziness.

------------------- The next few awake periods are the same as before, I wake up, I nose up to the sweet-smelling warmth and I lay there, prodding my appendages against the other living fuzzy and warm things next to me. Sometimes I get nipped, blunt flesh grabbing onto my own. Sometimes I nip someone else.

Tastes terrible.

----------------------- There is not much to do in that time but think. And thinking is what I do, staying awake longer and longer with every awake period. The other beings beside me get more active, squiggling and wiggling all around and over me and getting nipped in the process. There is not much space I can feel around me, so I stay still and think, only moving if something pushes me away again. The sweet-smelling liquid I can always eat keeps me happy and sated quite well.

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It is raining harshly, drops of water sliding down my ears, trailing down my neck and flee over my flanks to finally race to my tail and fall down the white tower I am hanging onto. My eyes are squinting, focused on the slightly overhanging ledge above me, only a few paw strides away. My claws are slipping, finding no purchase on the slippery surface of the tower and I want to bite down in frustration, tear cracks into the metal thing to help me climb! I cannot even jump right now, cannot use my hindlegs to propel myself upwards and into safety. So, I hold on, growling and hoping that something will happen to give me the opportunity to move again. Why, oh why had I joined this one to fly through space and see the lost planet? Oh yeah, because the Menace told me to take care of him and because I was not inconspicuous enough to go undercover with him and Pretty. So, here I am, hanging around for fear of falling and taking a bath that would probably be my last one. And it is all because of the one hand grabbing harshly onto my neck, panting breaths ghosting over my back and warmth partly laying on top of me. The straw haired youth would be so disappointed in me if I let the Sweettalker fall now, let him fall all the way down into the wild sea beneath us.

“That…” the voice whispers, words nearly swept away by the constant rain falling down on us, “this could have gone way better.” I grunt lowly, pushing one of my paws a few millimeters higher only to lose footing on my hindleg.

“I… Give me a few seconds, I can get us up. No worries.” The voice continues and I really wish I could give him a sarcastic remark, but sadly my vocal cords do not work that way. I can feel a second hand finally grabbing onto my shoulder, pulling my wet fur, weight shifting on my back and firm legs pushing the body up and shifting my weight to—

To fall over from my sleeping spot at the edge of the puppy pile and slide down the sandy hill build on bush twigs and prey bones until my ass is still up right at the edge of the nesting ring and my poor snout hits the rocky surrounding. My ears flatten beside my head and I must be a picture of pure pity right about now. Not that someone cares mind you.

I stay still, my thoughts whirling through my mind at internet explorer speed, its all muddled and confusing, more feeling and intuition than knowledge. I get those dreams, or something like them at least, not every sleep but more than half of them for sure. It is like I am remembering things and situation and people! But I cannot put a connection to them, like a living always reoccurring deja-vu.

A paw right in front of my snout drags me back into the present, the coarse and bright silver fur of my sire catching my attention at once. The paw is bigger than my entire form right now, the claws dark and long with tipped claws at the end. The smell alone has my soft and small hackles raising slightly. Sire is never happy with me. I was born the last one, the runt, the waste of space. I did not move much; I wasn’t as vocal as my siblings and I didn’t look like him or my mother one tiny bit.

He growls at me, his eyes slitting as he stares at me, a low huffing sound leaving his elongated muzzle. His ears are like radar dishes on top of his head, swivelling around and catching all the sounds in the tunnels.

I stare at him, there is not much I can do. And biting him with my puppy teeth is really not what I wanted to do.

Sire gives another huff and walks off, one of his paws coming down sharply on my long tail. Pain lances through me, my poor tail curling upwards and slapping the butthole of a canine as he stalks off, my unhappy and pained whines not even getting my sleeping mother to twitch.

------------------------------ I should have known they would do this. What happens to the runt of the litter? They get eaten in some instances, they get left behind in others. Not with us. Not with my species of canines living under the desert sands. No. ---------------------- Mother brought me outside the tunnels, sharp teeth digging into my neck and letting me dangle from her maw. The distance to the floor was great and so I didn’t try to wiggle too much, only whining and snuffling at her, not understanding what she was doing to me, why she is bringing me away when my siblings sleep and I should be too. She is fast, moving like a living shadow through the tunnels sloping higher and higher, the terrain getting more rough and stone like, th wind is getting louder, howling through these parts and carrying sand with it, which stings my sensitive ears.

And I am all ears. Literally. I look like a fat ball of coarse fluff with satellite dishes on top of my skull!

I yip again, whine and twitch my hindpaw at Mother, but she only shakes me a little and I fall silent again, the pressure on my neck thankfully not increasing.

I have a bad feeling about this and it gets worse with every step my Mother takes. As soon as she clears a bend in the tunnel I know what is going on. Light falls through an opening at the end of the tunnel, bright and warm and windy. Yes, a windy light, shifting and swooshing. Loud. The smells are off, no one had been here for a while and now my Mother was taking me here? One step more. I am the runt. Two steps. Not as agile. Three steps. Not likely to survive. Four steps. Not worth investing the energy to teach to survive or hunt. Five steps.

The light engulfs us, it’s a harsh thing to go from the twilight of tunnels to the bright lights of the rest of the world, thankfully our eyes have extra lids to shield them. The wind is louder, muffling my increased whinings and yelps.

We are up halfway to a mountain or something, I can see rocks, holes in the rocks and dunes. Dunes of sand as far as the eye can see.

Mother opens her maw. I fall.

#On steady paws #crackfick #gosh i did it #soon we get to see Anakin #poor puppy #mean parents #but its nature #was fun to write #feathers

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feathersforclones · 4 years ago

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I just learned that bumblebees are called plushbottoms in Low German. How cute is that?

Plushbottoms.

#feathers #things you learn #plushbottoms #so cute

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feathersforclones · 4 years ago

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Excerpt of chapter 2 of the crackfick:

“I am all ears. Literally.”

#feathers #gosh darn #if a sentence just sticks in your brain and never goes away #crackfick #my sanity needs saving #save feathers sanity

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feathersforclones · 4 years ago

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The Force, like every Jedi, Sith and Shaman or quack doctor will tell you, connects everything in the Universe. And I really mean, everything. Every cell, every speck of dirt, every drop of water, from the small worms in the mud to the most spectacular and colorful avian dancing through the skies. The Force is everywhere, connects all and comes and goes in mysterious ways. You cannot predict the Force, many force-users have tried and are still trying to predict it, to corral it to their whims and make it obey.

If you watch a force-user use the Force, it may seem like they are succeeding. But it is not like that. The Force may not be a tool to be used like a toy, bending to every whim you have, but it is a companion always walking beside you. Its your truest friend, your most intimate lover, the loudest voice rumbling in your gut. It guides you; it leads you; it gives you help when you ask. The Force cherishes you in its own way, its there for you in every second of the day and night. So why is there Sith and Jedi, who can fling around the Force like its nobodies’ business? There are only theories on this one, at least on my part. I cannot give you a definitive answer to that. But maybe its just like its with other things as well? There are people, who are incredible gifted in some subjects, like a genius in math, a surefooted climber, a daring adrenaline junky excelling at stunts or even someone who remembers every book they ever read. So why not having people who are better to listen to the Force then others? When we have Empaths who can literal feel what you are feeling, why not have people and beings being able to feel beyond that? To listen beyond sound? To let them be guided by something that no one really understands? The Force is not good or bad, it just is. It is the way the Force is used, which gives it those attributes. But back to the beginning of all of this. The Force is everywhere, in some places more and in some places its so miniscule you cannot feel it, but its still there. Some things, like crystals and stones and water can channel the Force itself or store it in some kind, giving those places more significance. And strange things happen when there is a cluster of Force in one place for a long time. Like crystals growing that are attuned to channel the Force from users to make the ultimate bread knife with integrated heating and roasting function. Places seem more alive, animals gain more intelligence, the Force does more shenanigans, more people (in the average) can access the Force and ask of it to help them. Or, it can be condensed, like a whole bucket full of Force-juice can be added into a being and that being burps this whole bucket full of the juice back up in any way possible. Ever thought about the stories of dragons? Feed a salamander a bucket full of Force-juice and see what happens! Add that to a human and they may give birth to a specific ability never to be seen until then, or give birth to a being, a child, so immersed in the Force and with such a good connection, that it seems close to impossible. Like having access to Wi-Fi miles under the crust of Earth!

You are all wondering by now where I am going with this all, aren’t you? Well, remember when I started with how the Force is connecting everything and everyone in the galaxy? How about thinking about that and imagining that the Force is not only present in one timeline or can interact with only the beings and strands of time in one dimension, for a lack of better word and terms.

I can imagine some of you know where this is going.

Yep, to me.

I cannot remember where I came from or where it all went wrong or right. I just know that the feeling of floating in blackness with dots of light streaking by and the occasional saying “hi” to another blob of being was all that I knew. Maybe the Force rewound time and pulled some strings, or maybe it just wanted to be funny as heck, but yeah. The Force connects not only the living beings and things happening in the physical realm, but it has also access to the long-gone spirits and ghosts and there are even imprints of what-would-have-been and what-is-long-gone. The feeling of floating and just being, being a thing without need of thoughts and feelings or a single sense of self cut off abruptly. It was like someone grabbed the essence that was me, or more like going to be me, pressed it into a ball, juggled me around and splotched me against an imaginary wall for a few times, before I was finally jettisoned in some direction by a hook someone in my not quite there yet body. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and for a first feeling really not a good first impression, but there was no way I had the mind or will to go against it.

I was prodded into being, a curious mind-like thing shaping my ways and putting me into place without a by-your-leave, leaving behind a tether to the aether, fishing some poor memories of me-now-other-realm and what-could-I-have-been-elsewhere and stuffing it into the small thing that was going to be me-here-now like a Christmas roast dinner.

And it didn’t end there, the tether didn’t snap after that, it just led elsewhere now, safely tucked into the folds of the universe and guarded by jealous and lonely imaginary hands. The Force created me, or this version of me and didn’t want to let go.

To others, the Force is a guiding light, a beacon in life, a tool to be used, a friend that never leaves you and is always there for you.

For me, the Force was like a very clingy sibling of friend. For me, the Force was a karking asshole. And it was proud of it.

#crack fick #start of crack fic #save my sanity by being weird #lets get isekaid by force #The Force can be a karking asshat #feathers

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feathersforclones · 4 years ago

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Moving date comes closer. Last week of my job begins tomorrow. Will move away from the place. Won’t see my coworkers ever again (most certainly). I am elated. And very much afraid.

#feelings of the day #feathers

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feathersforclones · 4 years ago

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Me: starts writing crackfick Also me: instantly dives into philosophy Also, also me: describes lightsabers as breadcutters with integrated roasting function.

My work here is done for today.

#just thinking feathers

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feathersforclones · 4 years ago

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Am I gonna write a crackfick to save my sanity from work ? Heck yes I do, even if no one will read about it. Hatsa will be alive someday^^

#feathers #mood at work hit rock bottom #its just kark #dont mind me saving sanity through crackfick #Hatsa means Hate Sand

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feathersforclones · 4 years ago

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People, tumblr is having this weird “follow/unfollow” thing again. This seems to happen a lot in the few years I am there. If yu see that I unfollowed you, please let me know, because I am not the one doing it and before it hurts anyone I want it to be known. Much Love for you all out there, keep good, ok? <3

#follow #unfollow #issue #not the first time and not the last #even if i dont think i matter much on here #but PLEASE #tell me or others #this hurts like a karking bitch and is very hard to understand.#<3

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feathersforclones · 4 years ago

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Nightmares

Mesmer: Water, cold as ice and dark like the space between stars, seeped into his armor, pooling in his boots. In seconds it was swirling around his hips. He tried to shout, to cry out for somebody, looked around but even then the dark liquid seemed to just pull him in and it wasn’t long before it crashed over his head, sending him down down down into a deadly silence. Frantically he tried to claw himself out of the hellhole he sank into, deeper and deeper, his fingers fruitlessly scratching over smooth stone, never finding something to grip, to hoist himself up. He could hear the screams of his brothers for him, could see dark shades on the surface of the water, which got further and further away from him. He was breathing frantically, using up his last reserves of air as he screamed for help, for somebody to get him, to save him. Cold liquid started to seep into his helmet, the seal somewhere broken and Mesmer started sobbing loudly as he sank deeper down, far above him two hands reaching for him in the cold. The Blackness slowly rose, kissing his cheeks in remembrance, caressing his temple even as it blocked him from his last air. He couldn’t feel his arms and legs anymore, he was so heavy and the only light dancing over the waters surface was so far away now. And then he had to open his mouth, his lungs screaming at him to breath, to get air, to LIVE!!! - and the cold stormed down his throat, numbing him from the inside, tearing him- Mesmer shot up from his bedroll, gasping for air and wildly flailing his arms around, his legs constricted in his blanket. Short puffs of air were all he was able to get into his aching lungs and he could feel tears streaming down his face, dropping into his blacks. He was so alone! It was so dark here! He needed - he needed! With sharp movements he lost his blanket around his feet, untangling himself from his bedroll and hastily crawled out of the dark tent he had slept in. Panicky his eyes wandered over the barren landscape, finally landing on the one thing he needed the most right now. With a barely suppressed sob and still wheezing breaths he stumbled to his feet and then literally pounced on the figure sitting by the small fire. His hands were desperately gripping onto soft fabric, his body pressing against the other as best as he could, longing for the warmth he knew was there. Just seconds after he rushed into the lap of the the other living being, strong arms wound around him, pressing him further into the soft body. One hand was rubbing his back and the other softly stroked over his head, again and again and again. It took Mesmer a few minutes to calm down enough to understand where and with whom he was now. He was sitting in his Jedis lap, curled up like a fresh out of the tube Batchling, still crying softly into the uniform, staining it. Shame crept into him, his cheeks gaining a deep red tint, and he tried to get away, to apologize, but the arms around him just tightened and he could finally hear the rumbling, shushed words for him. “Hush now, all is well. I am here for you, don’t worry. I will not leave you alone. Breath for me Mesmer, just deep breaths. All is well. I am here for you, don’t worry." Mesmer clung harder to his Jedi, for once happy that it was just the two of them, and after some time, even fell asleep again, still curled up in his Jedis arms, safe. Kin: There was a burning sensation in his right hand, burning like fire and ashes, like sulfur and acid dripping into an open cut. "This clone is defective. We can’t condone that he works on on the battlefield. He is just a burden for the others.” The words cut him deep as he refused to stare at the Kamionian being in front of the Council. “We will take him back with us, reuse him for something he doesn’t need his hand for.” Kin stared at his right hand, or better the stump, where his hand used to be. “We still think that your healer made a mistake in healing something like the clone, it was just a waste of energy and time better spend elsewhere.” He can feel himself shudder and cringe under the harsh words, all of them cutting him as deep as the shrapnel from the bomb he had endured to safe his brothers. All of his fresh scar tissue is now throbbing painfully, his whole body pleading for him to do something against it. “Matter of fact, we will dispose of the clone, he has no use any longer to any of us” Kin’s eyes snapped up to the Kamionian, her own eyes boring into his with a malicious glint. Her long hands were reaching for him, he couldn’t move, couldn’t move his legs and the claws were- “Uff!” Kin tumbled out of the small bed, hitting the ground gracelessly with his face first. His hands pressed against the cold, metal floor. Both hands. The one of his own flesh and the other, his main hand, build from silvery metal and golden circuits, gifted to him from his savior. The jedi who stood before the Council and the Maker, spitting nails and cursing every last one of them for a clone. For him. “Kin? Everything all right?” the softly spoken words were a harsh contrast to the venom he had dreamed of. Slowly he pushed himself upwards, his eyes finding the slender form of his Jedi General right in front of him. “Th-Thank you!” Kin was biting his lips as he came to his feet again, one hand outstretched for his General, for something he didn’t know himself. Another hand caught his, pulling him into a smaller frame and arms wound around him for a hug he really needed. They just stood there for a while, Kin breathing in the spicy scent of his Jedi.

Wolffe: The dark expanse of space was around him, chilling him to the bone as he drifted along a current he couldn’t escape. He was tumbling all alone in space, facing stars and suns and most importantly rocks and melted metal parts.

And between the rocks and the metal, there were tiny white figures, drifting aimlessly, like himself, turning with the flow. He knew what those figures were, knew it with all of his still beating heart. They were his men, stolen from life pods and left in the endless black space to die.

His troops, they had followed his words like law, even when the times were rough and not all of them would be coming home again. They were his brothers, dearly loved batchmates, his family.

They were all dead.

Lifelessly drifting, haunting him even when his heart throbbed in his chest and the cold seemed to freeze his lungs. At least he wouldn’t leave them alone for long.

The Hunter-Droids had made sure of that, opening the Escape Pods one after another and all he could do was watch as he held his dead General in his arms.

The Blackness was spreading now, infecting not only the vast space around him and stealing the light of stars, but also spreading over his eyes, leaving behind a dark web of pulsating black and red.

“Not long now, my Brothers,” he thought. And then the pressure in his chest was just too much, something red and still beating exploding out of his ribs and shattering into tiny little specs of dust. Wolffe woke up slowly.

He felt stiff, like someone put him into a freezer and left him there for a few hours. With deliberate movements one of his hands pressed against his chest. He could feel his heart still beating, could feel his blood pumping through his veins and he could hear the snores of Brothers around him. Not loudly, but at least something to ground him.

His free hand dug into his leg, bringing him even more out of the nightmare, the loneliness and hurt he had dreamed of.

It was OK now.

Wolffe turned his head to look at the wall, his eyes resting on the figure next to his own bed, guarding him and his Brothers silently. His General stood beside him, one hand slowly pressing on his forehead and Wolffe could feel calm and warmth enter him, lulling him back to sleep. Rex: “No, General. Please not again!” he pleaded with the Daredevil in front of him, tried to appease the impish grin and the glint in deep eyes.

Once again he tried to escape the harsh grip on his shoulders, tried to step away from the side of the cliff and from the whipping winds.

“Don’t worry Rex. I will not let you fall.”

“NO!”

But alas, he was too slow, his General already had his hand outstretched and Rex could feel an invisible force wrapping around him, like cable. It was restricting and felt like someone wound liquid fire all over him.

And then the cables yanked him up, straight up into the air, flying over the cliff side and wobbling around in nothing but air. He couldn’t move anymore, every twitch he wanted to make hurt him more. His eyes were focused on the floor, deep deep down beneath him. Heavy rocks were strewn about the rocky cliff side, making it look like the arse of a hedgehog.

Slightly beneath him he could hear General Skywalker huffing and puffing, deep breaths, somehow labored, leaving the Jedi.

“General? Can I come down again? Please General, let me down. Please!” His voice was not steady anymore, it was shaken and whinny.

A deep laugh sounded under him and the constricting cables of Force now felt like flimsy paper as he drifted farther and farther away from the cliff.

“Oh yes Trooper, down you go!” That was not his Generals voice! It was the voice of the Traitor Jedi! But before he could say something, cuss out loud or even demand, the Force flimsy around him ruptured and he went ass over teakettle, whirling around, hitting some of the stone outcrops, down down down.

A strangled scream left his lips as the rocks and earth came nearer and nearer until- Rex exploded out of his bed, his feet hitting a cold metal floor. Instantly he could feel the soft tremors and humming of machines right beneath himself, giving him something to concentrate on, something to tell him that he would not go flying again.

His breaths were short and he had to fight his own body to not hunch over, kneel down and just feel the floor with as much of his body as he could.

He was alone in his Captains Cabin.

That wouldn’t do. Stealthily he made his way out of his Cabin, walked down a few corridors, opened a metal door and slipped inside. Soft snores greeted him, slight whimpers occasionally and his eyes drank in the form of his Brothers, deeply sleeping and alive. Still short of breath Rex made his way over to his old bed, still free from other occupation, and slid under the threadbare blanket. For the moment, he felt safer with his Brothers.

Far away from the Daredevil.

Far away from heights.

Cody:

He had his hands quite full. Like always after a skirmish. The battlefield around him was quite lax in difference to some others he had been on. At least here, on this one, there were no dead Brothers which he would have to mourn. But, and that gave him pause, there were some flecks of red, droplets of fresh Blood, decorating the stony ground around the camp. He placed the three Blasters he had collected on a conveniently placed container, his eyes never leaving the droplets.

Slowly he followed the track, walking by some of his Brothers, walking by the medical tent (and he was very put out that the track didn’t end here!).

The track went further, leaving the small camp and then into a small forest of half-dead trees.

And something was glinting softly at the base of the first tree.

Cody bent down, exasperated as he saw what he had in his hand. A lightsaber, a well known lightsaber.

His General seemed to have lost it again!

“Someday I will put a cable on this thing! He loses it every damn time!” Cody grumbled some expletives under his breath and followed the trail again.

The droplets were getting bigger and fresher.

And then he found a small part of fabric, a crème colored part of his Generals clothing, slightly dipped in blood, right next to a boot.

He grabbed the boot too, his heart beating faster and heavier in his chest.

This was not right. His General lost something each fight, but until now, never his boots!

He found the other one just a few steps later under another tree. And there was the person he had looked for.

“General! You seem to have lost a few of your things again! Are you all right?”

His General stood with his back to Cody, slightly swaying in a wind that Cody couldn’t feel. His head was tipped back and slightly lent to the side so that the flesh of his throat was exposed.

Something was wrong with that…

“Cody…” The Generals voice was soft and husky, slightly raspy and it sent shivers down Codys spine.

“Cody… I seem to have lost something…”

“Yes, General. I have your lightsaber and your boots right…. here…”

At his words his General turned slowly and unsteady, one leg somehow seeming heavier than the other.

All of a sudden Codys hands felt like lead, his cargo tumbling from his hands, his eyes stared at the horrific sight in front of him. His Generals torso was littered with scratches and holes but there was one hole quite a bit bigger than any other. A fist sized hole was directly where his Generals heart should be, blood still dripping out of the wound and there was something dark and pulsating there.

“Cody…. Can I…. Can I have yOUrS?”

Cody shireked as his General came to him, his mouth wide open and his teeth going for -

Cody shrieked as he shot up, the small desk rattled as his thighs hit the Durasteel plate. His mug with caf drenched some Datapads he had been working on, shortcircuiting it.

His breath was fast and his heart beat like a jackhammer.

Before he could gather himself the door to his Office opened up, and a soft voice entered his ears, even over his rushing blood.

“Cody, I seem to have lost something. Can you help me look for it?”

Cody shrieked again (he would forever deny anything like that!) and jumped to the door, slamming it shut and locking it in one move.

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