Cracky Idea - SW paranormal investigators. Like, Rex and a bunch of other clones after the war (because everyone lived except palpatine) going to people's house who are like "there is a manifestation of the force!" and these people who have been babysitting JEdi and putting up with INSANE bullshit are like "ma'am it's a tooka. That's not how the force works"
Um, yes, I love this idea though? IT IS PERFECT.
THAT IS NOT HOW THE FORCE WORKS.
Anyway...I wrote something?
★★★★
He frowned down at the datapad and reread the entry again. The single mother was positive her ad was Force-sensitive thanks to strange happenings in the house. Rex had read the file four times now and he still couldn’t see how this was actually a manifestation of the Force. He was tempted to comm Anakin, but he knew there was a great risk of waking up the twins. No one wanted to deal with two actual Force-sensitive babies crying. His old General always looked so harried, but he didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy. General Skywalker had been chaos walking and now he was getting a taste of his own medicine. A fine outcome. He turned the datapad off and glanced up at his team.
“Alright, vode, we’ve got our orders. We need to figure out if this nipper is like those we used to work under or if something else is going on. Are we clear?”
A chorus of acknowledgment came from the group. Cody just looked bemused to be there and had a struggling Boba under one arm. Rex sighed at their vod’ika. That brat had snuck on the ship again when no one was looking. Well, it was fine. They could watch out for him. He did feel a bit bad that Boba kind of bounced between them all, no real steady home yet. Not that he was making it easy.
“Kix, you have the med pac-”
The death glare he got from the medic had him raising his hands up in a placating manner. Right, dumb question.
“Move out.”
They were almost to the apartment when Echo grabbed his elbow. Rex stopped in his tracks and cast a questioning look at the man. He always had a huge urge to pull Echo into an embrace whenever he saw him, which wasn’t often. He belonged to another team most of the time. A team that went out and took down the last cells of the Separatist armies. An elite fighting force.
“What’s wrong?” he asked and ignored the way Boba peered around Cody to eavesdrop on them.
“Why’d you request me for this? You know I’m more useful when it comes to slicing...not sniffing out Force bantha poodoo.”
Rex did his best to keep his face stoic before clapping a hand on Echo’s shoulder. “Just a change of pace, vod. Don’t worry, you can go back to your crew in no time. Just...stick with us for this one, yeah? The team always changes.” It was an excuse to just interact with his vode. Not that he was going to tell any of them that. “Now come on, let’s go see if the kid is what the mother thinks.”
It turned out the kid was very much not Force-sensitive from what they could tell. Kix had taken a blood sample to run. Cody had tried to get the kid to make a small toy ball float. Boba had jumped out of a doorway to scare the girl and she had merely punched him right in the gut. That had been hilarious and none of them had stopped their laughter. The girl, Mira, took a shine to Boba after that, much to his displeasure. She followed him around, making it real hard to investigate honestly.
“I swear things happen at night. Just stay a bit longer. You’ll see,” the mother pleaded. Kix jotted something down on his datapad before glancing at the rest of them. He inclined his head faintly. Rex nodded. Alright, they’d see how the night played out then. So far he hadn’t noticed any of the actual signs of a Jedi, but Mira could just be really good at hiding things.
And it became painfully clear she wasn’t.
Rex watched the feed with a frown when nothing, but sleep happened. Honestly, he felt kind of bad having to do this.
“We aren’t getting anything, just tell the old hag that-” Boba yelped and didn’t finish his remark thanks to Cody smacking him upside the head. He glowered while rubbing the back of his head. Boba, Rex thought, was a real brat. He should offer him up for babysitting duty of the Skywalker twins. No, he couldn’t, that would be traumatizing for everyone involved.
“What’s that?” Echo leaned over his shoulder and tapped the screen with a finger. Rex blinked and glanced towards the spot. Sure enough, something was moving on the shelf. They all watched with wide eyes as the small figurines on the shelf began to leap towards the floor on their own.
“Kark,” Boba breathed out.
Cody bolted from the room and they all waited. Rex watched on the screen as Cody slipped into the room and then the camera went dead. What? He tapped the screen hard and earned a scolding look from Echo.
“What? Sometimes hitting it works!”
Echo rolled his eyes before shoving him out of the way to work on getting the feed up and running.
Cody came back with something in his arms. There were a few scratch marks on his cheek and Rex bit back a laugh. Oh, kriff, the kid wasn’t Force-sensitive! A darn tooka had snuck into her room. That would definitely explain why things happened at night when the lights went out!
“Well,” Kix said dryly, “it looks this mission was dangerous after all. I can’t believe it was Cody that got injured.”
Rex snorted and attempted to hold in the laughter, but the unamused look on Cody’s face had it escaping him.
“I suddenly don’t regret this mission at all,” Echo threw out helpfully.
“Boba, you’re with me. We are going to break the news that Mira just picks up stray animals. That nipper is as Force-sensitive as the rest of us,” Cody shifted his grip on the tooka. The creature let out a grumpy sound before headbutting his chin. Cody failed at looking angry while a tooka purred loudly against his cheek.
Rex was putting this down as his favorite mission to date!
