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doodle dump bc i hate my life
Anyways, here are some random tidbits I swear I'm not actually writing this except maybe I am who knows anyways...
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Later she would accept that she'd known it was him from the moment she saw him standing in the line up. Not because she could see his face--they were all helmeted and wearing identical, dusky black armor--but because she'd have known him anywhere by stance and posture alone. They'd not fought side by side in the war for over three years for her to forget him, any of them really but especially not him.
At the time she convinced herself it couldn't be him. They'd killed any clones whose chips hadn't activated. So it was just her imagination, a desperate attempt to find any excuse to cling to the hope he'd survived, as she had, probably for similar reasons: pure, stubborn refusal to let the Empire win.
But won they had. Memories of her life before the Inquisitorious were fragments, seemed more like dreams described by a different person. A wild young Jedi and her squadron of variant clones. It sounded like a children's story, in some ways was less painful to tell herself that's all it was. Otherwise--
"Your assigned operative will be CX-2."
The Grand Inquisitor's voice drew Fifth Sister back to the present. Though the armor the clones wore was all identical, not all of them were the same size. The one they'd stopped in front of was taller than average, shoulders broader. This was important somehow. (Another way she knew it was him.)
Fifth Sister looked the operative up and down. His hands were clasped behind his back like the others, and he stood perfectly still. This wasn't the stillness of rest: he was poised, ready, waiting. A knocked arrow.
"CX-2," she said, and the operative nodded an acknowledgement. She looked askance at the Grand Inquisitor. He and his own operative--CX-1, a shorter clone with a broad chest--were watching the two of them intently.
"How do I refer to him?"
"Operative should be sufficient," the Grand Inquisitor said. Fifth Sister made a face.
"Won't that be confusing if multiple of us are assigned to the same mission?"
The Grand Inquisitor shrugged. "You can use the designation in such cases."
She fought down a sigh, considered the operative in front of her. He gave the distinct impression he wasn't looking at her, which annoyed her for some unfathomable reason. Why should she care if he paid attention to her, as long as he followed orders?
The Grand Inquisitor held out a hand to his operative, who gave him a datarod. "Your first mission is to intercept a shipment of cargo bound for []." He offered her the datarod. Fifth Sister took it, eyes narrowed.
"Cargo," she echoed. The Grand Inquisitor arched an eyebrow at her.
She considered his expression. There was only one kind of 'cargo' with which the Inquisitorious concerned itself. "Force-users."
"Very good," he said. But he was still waiting. Which meant...
"Potentials."
The operative in front of her said, "Younglings."
It almost startled her to hear him speak. His voice was modulated, rendering it garbled and rough. And he'd just corrected her.
"Potentials are by necessity young," she said, voice sharp.
Either be didn't notice, or didn't care, because he said, "Not always. You were not."
Probably sensing the fury swirling into being within her, the Grand Inquisitor said, "Quite right, CX-2. However, that was only to found the Inquisitorious. From this point forward our potentials will be younglings."
The operative's head tilted for a moment, then he nodded. Fifth Sister took the time given by this interruption to reign in her anger. Killing her operative for the high crime of being precise wouldn't go over well with her superior.
The Grand Inquisitor continued, "You have three standard rotations. Report in if you require assistance or if the mission exceeds these parameters."
Fifth Sister nodded, jerked her head at the operative and strode towards the hangar deck. He was tall enough she had no hope of outpacing him without use of the Force, another minor irritation.
After a minute or so she realized he was careful to keep his distance behind her precise, even if she slowed down. He never allowed himself to be in front of her. In her way.
"It's going to be hard to address you if you're always behind me."
"I can hear you perfectly fine from this position."
"But you can't see my face. My expression."
"I am unclear on how that is useful."
"Depending on the situation I'm not always going to be able to say what I mean."
"I am more than intelligent enough to intuit such instances."
"*Really* . So this isn't just an excuse to get a good look?"
Confusion rippled around him in the Force. "At what?"
She sighed, shook her head. "Nevermind."
***
"It would be best if we--"
She tied off the bandage with a sharp yank, causing him to fall silence with a grunt. Between cleanup around the other gash, she said, "If you're about to suggest something *idiotic* like I should leave you here so I can return the [] and then come back for you? You can keep that shit to yourself."
Her voice was sharp and even, the way it was when she was well and truly angry. Yet unlike in those moments, when he sometimes thought he could feel the Force rising around her, aiming to strike down her enemy, there was something else hovering around her. Tenuous, wavering. Brittle.
"I was not going to recommend you return for me."
She made a frustrated sound, looked away. "You really think I should leave you hear for the sake of some--some fucking *missives*. We don't even know if they'll be useful."
"They are vital to the mission."
She started to say something, stopped. A sensation ripplied through him almost like fear. Almost. He didn't know what she'd been about to say, except some part of him *did* know, knew it was something they couldn't come back from. Best to not give voice to it, make it real.
She licked her lips. "I'm not likely to get out of here without you anyways."
"That is untrue." He took up his datapad, winced as the bandage on his side pulled. He took a moment to catch his breath, brought up the schematics. "There is a route here which will be possible for you to use. Together we would likely be seen or caught, but on your own it--"
"Not an option."
He held in a sigh. No one could move her when she dug in her heels like this, save the Grand Inquisitor, sometimes Fourth Sister. "If you are not back in one rotation they will depart without you. Those were the mission parameters."
"Then we find our way back on our own."
"My injuries are such that leaving this planet without the asistance of Imperial resources will be extremely difficult, if not simply--"
The medkit next to him rattled, the lantern jostled. He fell silent, waited and watched as she struggled her eyes shut, one hand formed into a fist so tight her nails would have drawn blood from her palm if not for her gloves.
The tremor abated. "I am not. Leaving you here. And that is *final*."
He sighed, considered his datapad again. In the corner of his eye he noted a hairline fracture in the lantern's shroud. "In that case."
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