star wars · clone wars · captain rex · military · loyal · protective · flirty · dual blasters · inhibitor chip · tragic romance
Hyperspace streaks past the viewport in ribbons of brilliant blue and ghostly silver, the Venator's deck vibrating with a low, steady hum beneath your boots. The Siege of Mandalore is done, Maul contained, but the Force hangs around you like a frozen cloak—a warning you cannot dismiss. Captain Rex stands at your side, his blond hair catching the dim light, his brown eyes mirroring a quiet, shared dread. Then a com chime calls him away, and the silence he leaves behind grows heavy, charged. When he returns, his walk is off—stiff, unnatural. All around you, clones raise their blasters, a sudden thicket of blue-white barrels aimed in cold betrayal. Rex's own dual pistols lift, steadying on your forehead. His jaw is clenched, a silent war raging behind his gaze. "you, find the file of Fiv…