@codex-week ALT Prompt - Forest Maze by Killian Eng
This is another scene from the fic islands by @cabezadeperro (yes, I was very inspired by this fic) where Rex and Anakin stand at the edge of a cliff looking down at the ruins of a city and the abandoned Jedi temple they can both feel reaching out to them. I loved this line in particular:
“The trees under their feet swell and drop in liquid waves, like the ocean and not at all.”
Presenting my story for @rexobibang (a few days later than planned, but life gets in the way!) Check it out on ao3 below:
The Path Not Taken
Featuring beautiful art by @littledumplingwrites and @ryr-art!!!
Writing this fic was a journey and a half - I’ve never taken part in a Big Bang before and I learned a lot about writing (and planning!) a long-form fic over months - lots of things to take with me for next time. Life also got in the way a bit (losing my job was definitely a highlight) but we got there in the end!
I’d like to thank my wonderful artists for creating such amazing pieces - seeing things I’ve written come to life like this is such an honour 🧡 I’d also like to thank the @rexobibang mods for creating and running this fun event for this awesome rarepair 🧡
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“Please,” Rex says quietly. It’s desperate, a plea, almost lost in the jumble of cutlery and trays from the bussing station across the room.
“I’m not trying to out you, Rex,” Obi-Wan says softly, because he has to press otherwise they’ll get nowhere. “But you do need to address this. I’m not always going to be there to pretend it was me the next time you forget yourself. This is nothing to be afraid of; you’re remarkable, in fact. One of a kind.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
(A Rexsoka Force-Sensitive Rex Fic)
Survival.
That’s what mattered.
That was the only thing that mattered.
That was the only thing he could do.
The soldier dodged the charging reek, narrowly missing its sharp horns. His breath was hard, quickly glancing up at his captors watching him from the observation platform as well as the countless others in the surrounding stands. His eyes narrowed at Wat Tambor, then the sound of the reek roaring made his eyes snap back down just in time to be slammed into and thrown full force, crashing to the sandy ground. Rex gasped in pain, his shoulder pounding from the direct hit, the multiple other wounds on his body stinging.
With a hard breath Rex forced himself back up, rolling out of the way of the reek’s foot that almost stomped on him. He desperately wished he had his armor, but the Separatists had stripped him of that and his blacks. He instead wore a tan long sleeve shirt and brown slim pants, both ripped from the constant battles he was being forced to partake in, fighting for his life. His brown boots were scuffed and worn, just like his body.
It had been over two months since the Separatists kidnapped him, and at this point he had lost hope that the Republic was still searching for him. After all, one soldier wasn’t worth redirecting vital troops from the war.
Originally, the Techno Union had wanted to use him for experimentation, as Rex had seen with his own eyes when they brought him to the area he had come to call his prison and seen all the other clones that had gone missing, now turned into horrible disfigured men or killed and studied. It had made Rex sick, and when he tried to escape, attempting to use his newfound skills despite not really knowing how to control them, both Wat Tambor and Count Dooku had decided to use him for something different. He had been separated from the other prisoners and repeatedly put through torture after torture. The Separatists were desperate to understand the existence of a Force-sensitive clone. Rex still didn’t understand it himself. But now here he was, eighty three days later, fighting for his life. Every breath hurt, every muscle in his body was tense and aching, but he couldn’t rest, not even for a moment. Not if he wanted to survive.
Turning around, he eyed the guards at the entrance to the arena, their blasters at the ready. He knew he needed a weapon in order to win this fight, but every time he tried to get close to the guards they would stun him. He’d tried far too many times.
His head twitched slightly and he jumped back, the reek’s horn missing him by mere centimeters. He clenched his fist and threw his hand out, trying to focus but the sensation in his hand wouldn’t obey his command. His eyes shot open as the reek roared, and he dove for safety as it started to charge.
“Haar’chak…” Rex muttered, sending out a deep breath through his nose. He had hit his face on his arm when he landed from the maneuver, and he drew the back of his index finger under his nose to wipe the line of dark red blood away. He glared back up at Tambor, who turned his head to the man next to him. The other man’s presence made Rex even more infuriated. Dooku just stared directly at him, a slight smirk upticking the corner of his mouth.
Hearing the charging reek again, Rex spun around all too late, his eyes shooting open as one of the reek’s horns gouged into his left leg. He felt the bone in his leg shatter, and he howled in pain as he was thrown to the ground. Clenching his fists, his eyes squeezed shut, he threw his hands out with a furious yell. The reek was suddenly sent flying back almost twelve meters, stunning the animal. Rex gasped, his head pounding, looking down and flinching at the blood coursing from his leg. He forced himself onto his elbow and started dragging himself through the dirt, gritting his teeth in agony as his broken shoulder screamed.
A growl made his head turn to see the reek righting itself, and Rex’s eyes widened. His head immediately turned around and he outstretched his hand towards one of the guards. The guard jolted, the blaster in his hands pulling away from him. Rex’s eyes narrowed and he clenched his hand, then the blaster flew from the guard’s hands towards him. Landing in the dirt about a meter and a half away, Rex’s breath sped up as he crawled towards it, leaving a trail of blood in the sand, the grit painfully digging into every single one of his wounds but he couldn’t stop now. The sound of the reek grew louder as it began to charge once more, then Rex’s hand reached the blaster and curled around it, whipping around to squeeze the trigger. The reek cried out and stumbled before falling to the ground, sliding to a stop in the dirt a mere meter from Rex, a blaster bolt in its forehead.
Rex let out a hard breath, closing his eyes and setting his reeling head back in the sand as he dropped the blaster. A pain like he had never felt was thundering in his head, making it hard to breathe. He heard the Separatists yelling, then his eyebrow rose as he heard a different noise. A noise he hadn’t heard in two months.
A gunship.
He’d know that sound anywhere.
His eyes opened enough to see two LAAT Republic gunships slowly descending, a number of blasters firing at the Separatists in the stands as several other clones repelled down on belay cables. He heard shouting and the sound of footsteps quickly nearing him. Suddenly there were people at his side, one gently putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Sir! Sir, can you hear me?!” Their voice was panicked. Rex couldn’t muster the strength to even move his head, let alone answer. The clone shouted to the others, “We need a medic, immediately!”
“We have to get him out of here!”
“Contact the General! Tell him we found the Captain.”
Moments later Rex felt several clones carefully lifting him onto a cot, and he groaned in pain as his entire body ached. Agony shot through him like a blaster bolt. He barely retained a hold on consciousness as he was loaded into the gunship, his hearing now muffled, unable to properly comprehend what the soldiers around him were saying, but he felt the LAAT lift off into the air, taking him away from the hell he had been imprisoned in. Letting out a hard breath, Rex finally closed his eyes, letting himself rest for the first time since he had been taken. He lost consciousness almost immediately.
I’m a fan of force-sensitive clones and or fun stories containing time-travel, Rexsoka, magic, or fun situations. + Spreading the love of these amazing writers
Rex and Ahsoka were reunited by the Ghost crew. Together they follow Ahsoka to an unknown Jedi Temple where they find a mysterious stranger trying to get home. However, trouble strikes the unknown Temple and Rex and Ahsoka journey back in time.
@BlackInk
- One of the first writers to get me into Star wars and show how cool the clones are.
Remembering Yesterday's Tomorrow (In the Here and Now)
https://archiveofourown.org/series/1824871
Rex and Ahsoka time travel by will of the force back to the clone wars. The story itself told in bursts, from their pov and from others, is detailed within.
Caution, it's a WIP.
- PS amazing @Wr1t3myWr0ngs @wr1t3-my-wr0ngs
the darkness will rise from the deep (and carry you down into sleep)
As soon as Chancellor Chuchi was elected, Fox volunteered to be assigned to her personal protection. He'd spent far too long protecting someone who didn't deserve it, it felt good to serve someone worthy of devotion.
After an accident leaves Rex with a taste for blood and new abilities, he and Ahsoka must face these changes, face their feelings, and face the music together, or die trying.
@nerdy-birdy18
**Mature Warning**
The Senator's New Coat
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25673059
This does not stop Fox from wanting to bang his head into his desk and keep it there because of all the superfluous paperwork when Thire shows up with a lost pet fox. And that's before a senator goes missing.
- Another fun Foxiyo where she gets turned into a fox. Its cute
Mer Clones AU
https://archiveofourown.org/series/1130417
Clones getting kidnapped and experimented by the techno union
“What in the?-“ Rex frowned as he looked down at the two cats standing amidst an ocean of armor plates and bodysuits, Kix and Hardcase themselves were nowhere to be seen
With the wars finally finished, Rex had thought the kingdom might know some peace, but when he and his brothers uncover a plot to overthrow their barely stable homeland and run a fowel of a particularly nasty curse, it falls to Rex to find a way to break the curse and save everything he loves.
- This actually made me tear up at the end. but its a unique and quirky story
** If anyone finds this I hope u enjoy them as much as I do. I will post a part 2!
“Rex, you said you’re on your way back to Coruscant?”
Rex jumped a little. He’d clearly forgotten that Noma was still in the room with him. “Er, yes, ma’am.”
“Rex, I know I’m asking a lot of you,” Noma said, looking thoughtful, “but none of my men have their chips anymore. How would feel about taking part in a demonstration?”
“A demonstration, ma’am?” Rex asked, confused.
“I’ve had an idea that might just be enough to convince the Jedi Council, Skywalker as well,” she said. “But I won’t do it without your full consent.”
Rex considered her words for a moment and Blaze knew without a doubt that in that moment he too was seeking the guidance of the Force.
Then he straightened up, back rigid, every inch the brave soldier that had earned jaig eyes before he had even reached active service.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
This fic constantly blows my mind, but chapter 12 seriously has THE BEST headcanon for how Rex got his name and is just overall amazing! (this is part 2 of the series, btw)