ad astra per aspera (to the stars through difficulties)
“I think,” Ahsoka began. “You should retire from this.”
Under her arm, bloody and limping, Cody snorted. “You were the one who recruited me.”
Of course she did. Who wouldn’t immediately bring in Marshal Commander fucking Cody after Order 66?
He didn’t want to recognise that title in the early tumble of their teeny tiny alliance. He said something about how he didn’t deserve that kind of honour when he functioned —functioned, not worked— under Imperial orders, to follow blindly what he thought was essential to their progress. Terrible things were committed, terrible things were done to the people he cared about executed under his orders. He didn’t deserve that kind of responsibility anymore, not when it was saddled with unfair deaths.
That was crap, of course, and Ahsoka said as such, earning a stink eye from the man who had been a monumental figure in the lives of people who were under his care.
She was one of them, even if she was in all technicalities his equal, or how her status as a Jedi automatically made her stand a step higher than he did. Didn’t he realise she learned so much from him and Rex in the earlier parts of that shitshow war? Didn’t he realise that he was blind to his own humanity when Ahsoka saw good in him?
It had to be shown to him, of course. Rex would help her on that.
“She meant that you should change tactics when it comes to enemy handling,” Rex translated from Cody’s other side, holding onto his waist as the three of them slowly made their way towards their ship. “Stick to long-ranged attacks like the rest of us instead of kicking them in the heads. Better yet, use an explosive.”
“Is it my fault that my blasters are jammed?” Cody said mildly, eyeing Ahsoka from underneath his lashes, as if insulted. He wasn’t, not when humour gleaned through. “And you’ve used the last of our explosives. If Fireball takes any longer in giving us another batch of them, I’m gonna have to resort to even more drastic measures.”
It was infuriating to have this man wear blood, bitchy as he was, and look incredibly good in it. Rex seemed to think so too when his burning gaze flickered towards hers, amusement swirling in those depths.
“Remind him nicely,” She warned him, both she and Rex carefully bringing them up the ramp of their ship. “If I have to reassemble the detonators, I’m blaming you.”
Fireball would probably label them, just to be an overbearing little manakur about it. The chances of him leaving instructions, knowing full well they all knew how to take apart and reattach the bombs in their sleep, would be high too.
The lines in military hierarchy could be a little blurred in these times, especially when the GAR was wiped out under the choking presence of the Empire; it wasn’t the first time a prank was pulled on them just because some people realised the freedom in testing the kind of respect a trooper had for his commanders. Sure, it was still there, but the impish nature of these troopers had been released on the three of them a couple of times, and it was because they allowed it to happen.
“Fuck me, then,” Cody grunted, the slope of the ramp putting pressure on his twisted ankle.
She hummed noncommittally, and Cody blinked at her.
“What—“
“So,” Rex interrupted him, yet again saving her life. “What’s for breakfast?”
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@hoovedrycal asked: ” yes i can change into something.. though i call it morph.”
as blamore was not quite sure how to take this information, all it did was hum in response to this at first. i mean... it had guessed that something was going on with regulus, as he definitely did not look like he did now when he last saw him; what with regulus's almost centaur-like body with hooves and a tail at the end of his body. but the fact that the other was a shapeshifter was still a bit surprising to blamore, albeit for only a short amount of time. it was a well-known fact that there were aliens on this earth and blamore itself had turned into something other than human after all. he was just kind of intrigued, but also confused, that regulus had been able to manage to replicate the look of a human down to the finest little details.
it would have to ask regulus about how exactly his transformation into a human worked or it would bother it to no end. blamore let go of the wooden structure it had laid it's partially lichen covered hands on, then, as it took a few steps closer to regulus — just barely flicking the very end of his own tail out of curiosity, ❝ mm, i thought that the bone structure of your current face was eerily similar to a human's i met some time ago; one that i had saved. that was you, correct? the man whom i encountered that was injured with the dark hair and dark eyes? ❞ blamore was now just an arm's reach away from regulus, as he now appeared to be sizing regulus up. what was he doing here of all places in his garden?
❝ alright, my mysterious friend. you can change into a human: but how? and remind me why you're here, again? ❞ the being narrowed its eyes slightly at regulus as it waited for an answer to its questions. blamore looked down to his front legs, examining them for any injuries. it was known for being an herbalist in gotham second to someone who dealt in plant poisons; and herbalists might not have been MD's, but they knew quite a lot about how plants could help in aiding the healing process. ❝ i can't see any visible injuries on you. so, i sincerely hope you have not come to cause trouble, as the people who do? they end up as fertilizer. ❞
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