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Request from @gaeasun - Palette #2 - Dogma, Tup - Slice of Life

Winning the bake-off by a landslide is prime brotherly-bonding and a test of one’s prowess in chemical warfare of the best and tastiest kinds.

Thank you for requesting, @gaeasun , this one was a delight to draw!

I want to write a clone fanfiction. Does anyone have any suggestions on who and what i should write on? The good Captain Dinosaur? Or the numeral flirt? I don't know what to do.

God I love this gif of him. Look how handsome he is.

Rex Remembers

     Rex didn’t know how he missed it. He walked closer to the multi-haired girl. On her shoulder, that number he has seen it before. It was the symbol of his brother. He hadn’t seen it in a long time. He walked closer to her and touched the symbol. Ashoka looked at her old friend, and realized why he looked so sad. That five was a huge part of his life back in the Clone Wars. His eyes filled with tears.

     “Fives.” Was all he whispered. And all it took for Ashoka to take two huge strides toward her friend. And she put her hand on his shoulder.

     “What’s going on Ashoka?” Sabine asked. The crew of the ghost looking on in curiosity. Rex dropped his hand to his side and sighed.

     “This was the symbol of one of my brothers. CT-25555. Fives. He was so proud of that number he got it tattooed on his forehead. Dumb as shit he was. But smarter than anyone else I knew. Except for Echo. Also dumb as shit.” Rex let out a small laugh as Ashoka tightened her grip on his shoulder.

    “These where some of the men that served under Rex and I. They where some of the best men anyone could ask for.” She laughed, “We had great time with them.”

    Ezra stole a glimpse at Sabine locking eyes with her. Curiosity written across his face. Sabine went to motion him not to ask. But his curiosity got the best of them.

   “Really?” The small blue haired boy asked.

    Rex was taken aback. Before he started laughing. He reminded him of Echo always curious, ever learning. While the girl reminded him of Fives, rambunctious and always looking for a fight, but fiercely protective. Fitting she got his number.

   “Yes. Those where my brothers. We fought side by side in many battles. From the Rishi moon, to Umbara. I met them at at Rishi moon base. They never left my side after that day.

   On the battle of Kamino they fought bravely protecting the cadets with us. Fives was a grand speaker, he inspired us. He inspired me.

   Echo on the other hand, was not good with people. But he was smart. If you needed to know something you go to him.

   On the Citadel he fought bravely.” Rex took in a deep breath. The crew was sat around him listening intently to his stories. Even Kanan had sat down to lis

   “Echo went for the shuttle. And it exploded. We couldn’t go for him. We had to leave.” He had to take another minute to compose himself. Ashoka put her arm around him. And he looked at her and smile.

   “Fives was devastated, as was I. But Fives more than anyone. Fives became more sullen and quiet. But never lost the fire in his eye. He fought braver than ever after that. Maybe because he had nothing left to live for. But it was on Umbara where he really shined.

   Our temporary Jedi general turned on us. He tried to warn me, but I wouldn’t listen. I was a fool not to listen. He fought courageously at my side.

   It was when another of my men, Tup, his chip malfunctioned. Fives was the one who discovered it. He was framed by the chancellor, and he tried to warn me again. I this time I listened. He was shot. I held him in my arms as he died.

  Later we found Echo was alive. Fives would have been ecstatic to have his brother back. Echo left with another group of clones. One he fit in with. It hurt to see him go.” Rex stopped and dropped his head into his hands. Ashoka also dropped her head. The crew looked around sadly, but was surprised when Rex started laughing.

   “Uh, Rex are you ok?” Ashoka asked. Rex nodded still laughing.

   “I was just thinking of that time y’all painted my armor.” It took Ashoka a minute before she realized the memory he was talking about. And turned red in shame. Which only made Rex laugh harder and Ashoka turn reder. The crew looked at the pair. Before Ezra just had to ask another question.

   “What are you talking about?”

   “Once before a week long mission. Ashoka, Fives, and Echo snuck into my chamber and painted my armor pink. I had no time to wipe it off or paint over it before we had to leave.

    I had never been more embarrassed. In my life. The general wouldn’t stop laughing at me.” This caused the crew to begin to laugh as well.

   “Are you sure it’s not as embarrassing as that time Fives and Hardcase put bright red hair dye and glitter into your shampoo?” Ashoka asked her old friend.

   “Right I forgot about that. That was a long time ago. It stayed red and shiny for weeks.” Rex laughed.

    Rex and Ashoka continued to carry on telling stories of the past. The whole crew in tears laughing. The stories of war, stories hope, stories of sadness, stories of pranks and happiness. Stories of not a better time, but a time that came before. 

   Rex looked at the crew, that time was long gone. Those people where long gone. This is a here and now, this was his family now. And he would protect them with his life.

Missing Brothers

     Rex pulled the hood further over his face no one could know he was here. He looked around and ducked into a crowd of people before ducking into another alley way. Why had Ashoka decided to bring him here? Didn’t she know how dangerous it was? Rex let out a sigh and signaled a cab. When he finally got the attention of one he slipped into the back and gave the Rodan in the front seat an address. The  Rodian gave him a weird look. 

    “Why would you want to go there? It’s been abandoned for a while now?” Rex didn’t say anything. He was too deep in thought to answer and the Rodian just shrugged his shoulders and took off toward the destination. As soon as they arrived Rex’s head shot up and he scrambled out of the taxi and threw several credits at the man. 

Rex stood in a trance like state staring at the building. The building that had once held so many of his brothers. Once a place of joy and happiness for his brothers. Where they would go when they came home to give them a place to relax and forget the war and all they had to do. He walked towards the old bar, thinking of all he had lost. 

Rex pushed his way through the door of 79’s. And stopped to look around. It was different than he remembered. There were chairs and  tables strewn all over the place. Glass shattered on the floor, chairs shattered. Darkness had overtaken the once light bar. Cobwebs in the corner and dust on every surface. The quiet was almost deafening to him. The silence louder than any music. 

Letting out a sigh the soldier began to walk around. His first stop was the stage. He looked at the poles where dancers once danced. He let out a small laugh as he remembered how his brothers would talk about hoping to get lucky with one of the dancers. How that would be the highlight of the day if they got lucky. He could remember how gracefully the dancers would move.

     He moved on. His next spot was the dance floor. He walked to the middle and stood just remembering all the times he watched his brothers dance and goof off. And occasionally being dragged into dancing himself. That's when he noticed it. The dent in the floor. He remembered how that got there. It had been Fives and Hardcase’s fault. They had been goofing off and accidentally shot the floor with one of Fives’ guns. He had given them a VERY long lecture after that. He let out a laugh, and unbeknownst to him a tear slipped down his cheek.

    He forced himself to move on to the bar. As he walked he pulled his finger down the bar and stopped at one spot in particular. It was a little over half way down the bar. It was Cody’s favorite spot. He loved to be right in the middle of things. Rex looked down at that spot and  a million memories passed through his head at once. “What happened to you Cody? Are you still out there? Did you survive? Where are you now? I miss you.” Rex felt tears slip down his cheeks in long rivers. He was tired of running and tired of losing things. He missed the good old days where he could talk to his brothers. Where he could come home to them. Where he knew he would always be loved. 

    Rex walked on tears still streaking down his face to his final spot. A lonely booth at the back of the bar. The favorite of the 501st. He slipped into his favorite spot. He looked to his left and expected to see Fives and Hardcase laughing loudly and telling them a story. Then he looked to his right and expected to Kix quietly sipping his beer and laughing occasionally and Jesse on the other side of him just as loud as Fives and Hardcase. And then he looked across the table and expected to see Tup with a chair pulled up to the table. Rex let his head fall into his hands. The memories coming to him in waves. Memories of his brothers being happy, of them mourning, of them. He missed all of them. He missed his younger vod. More and more tears started to fall. He missed seeing the smiles they would get, he missed the sparkles in their eyes. 

     He hated how most died on the battlefield, unloved and uncared for. Left to rot in a place no one would care about. He didn’t know what was worse. The ones who he couldn’t have protected or the ones he could have. He could think of a million ways he could have saved Tup. He thought of a million ways he could have saved Echo, and another million for Fives. If he had only stopped Hardcase from going up in the fighters. If he had only found Fives first. If only he had forced Echo to leave with him. If only he had forced Tup to go to the medics when the headaches first started. If only he had grabbed Jesse. 

    He was a horrible older brother and he knew it. By now the tears were flowing freely down his face and his nose was running. If only he had been stronger, or faster, or smarter he could have saved them. Rex shot up and threw the table across the room. And stormed to the middle of the room and looked up. Then he had to do a double take. High up on one wall there were a few words that would stick to the soldier forever. “Captain Rex is the best.”

    Rex dropped to his knees. He recognized the handwriting. It was Echos. He let out a scream. A scream for all his brothers he had lost, a scream for all that didn’t get the chance to be free, a scream for all he had let down. His face in his hands he began to sob. A sob he had been keeping in for years. Crying for his brothers who couldn’t cry anymore. He truly was shattered.