Kat... You're reblogging a lot of 212th art and I am very *chinhands* (☉｡☉)
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The generals are gone, and no one has any idea what happened to them.
Cody knows the men are talking, that rumors have started to spread with roughly the same speed as a ship in hyperspace, but there's not much he can do to stop them. If he had any information that a briefing would clear up, or if he could make some kind of announcement that would settle their nerves, he would, but there's no helping anything.
The generals are gone, and at this point Cody is almost entirely certain they're not coming back.
Waxer at least has the good grace not to slap Cody’s hands away when he checks comms for the hundredth time that morning alone, though Boil, loitering nearby the way he always is, very obviously rolls his eyes. “Nothing yet, sir,” he says, and Cody manages not to pull a face through sheer force of will more than anything.
“Let me know if there is,” he orders, even though he knows Waxer isn't about to skip over a message from either command or the generals. “And check in with Rex. See if he’s gotten any word.”
“Fives has been on the line with me as often as he can,” Waxer says, and offers Cody a grin. “The second anything comes through, you’ll be the first to know, sir.”
Cody has to force himself to pull back and take a breath, rather than checking again. “Thanks,” he says, and then, because he can't leave well enough alone, “How’s the commander holding up?”
Waxer hesitates, glances up at Boil and then back at the equipment. “Fives said she’s still meditating, sir. She’s been in her tent since they made camp last night.”
Cody grimaces, rubs a hand across his face. Not well, that means. Not that he can blame her. Ahsoka's too young to suddenly be left in command of a whole legion, and Rex will do his best, but—
Kenobi or Skywalker turning up any time now would be useful as hell, but at this point Cody isn't holding his breath.
“We’ll meet up with Torrent soon,” he says. “Two days over the mountains and then another to the bay.”
Waxer doesn’t say he knows, that he drew up half the marching plans as Cody's lieutenant. “Yes, sir. Comms are going to go down again in about an hour, if you want to message him before then.”
Cody casts a baleful look skyward, towards the tangle of moons so close that there's barely sky visible between them. This whole mission would be made a heck of a lot easier if the planet was normal, but—well. A main planet they're forbidden to set foot on and a hundred independent moons, all with their own political rivalries, isn't the strangest situation Ghost has ever been in. He can see precisely why General Kenobi had looked like he’d needed a drink when he heard where they were being assigned, though.
“Noted. Thanks, Lieutenant,” he says, and claps Waxer on the shoulder, pulling back so he’ll resist the urge to check the comms again. Their rest break is almost over, and he doesn’t need to comm Rex, but it’s tempting, even if it will just make Rex roll his eyes at him. Hovering, he calls it, and Cody's not currently close enough to put him in a headlock for it, so better not to.
