Summary: Teagan has her whole life turned around when she ends up on a soaking landing pad on Kamino, a year before the Clone Wars begins. She remembers her home, but nothing about how she got to the new planet. Or how to speak Basic. Or anything about what’s going on, really.
Credit for Mando’a Song goes to @themischiefoftad
Warnings: nudity, but nothing is showing and nothing happens, angst
Words: 1,748
Chapter 37
It was a full day after everyone else was out of their bacta tanks before the medics decided that Teagan was stable enough to exit the bacta tank. She’s conscious the moment the process starts, looking around in confusion as arms reach in to pull her out. Coric holds her under her arms as Kix carefully removes the rebreather. Teagan gags as it comes out of her throat and and gasps at the change of air quality. She grasps a wet hand on the edge of the tank. Both medics help her out of the tank and to a refresher to clean up. She sits on a chair, still unsteady on her feet. She turns her neck to look at a mirror. A lumpy pink mark still runs down the side of her back, but it doesn’t hurt. It will just turn silvery and stay raised on her skin, a permanent reminder of Krell’s brutality.
“He was aiming for my head,” Teagan whispers, “Hardcase pulled me down at the last moment…” She scrunches her forehead, looking at the floor in front of her, “…Hardcase,” she mutters to herself.
“You’re still healing,” Kix tells her, “but the worst is over. I suggest bed rest and low activity if you have to get up.”
Teagan is dried off, shoulder wrapped in bandages, and dressed in blue patient scrubs. She’s helped to a med bay room with an empty bed. Kix talks to her gently about the 16th stopping to help them, but had to leave once the 501st and 212th medics had it handled on their own. He says all the guys that wanted to tell her hello, and Teagan smiles the first time since she woke up.
Once she’s settled into a bed, Fives bursts through, nearly decking Kix for not telling him the moment Teagan was awake. But the image of Teagan sitting up, eyes open, and breathing on her own makes him forget his anger. He sits at her side, hesitant to touch her, lest she break all over again.
She leans into him, one arm around his armor. He leans back, carefully touching a hand to her uninjured shoulder.
Teagan then pulls back, looking at Fives, “Hardcase?”
Teagan nods, as if thinking of something distantly. She snaps to look at him again, “Waxer?”
“Alive,” Fives says, hiding how he’s confused at the question.
“…Dogma?” Teagan asks, her voice quivering.
Fives smiles, “Eager to see you.”
Teagan sighs, all her tension leaving her body. Fives catches her, whispering into her hair as she relaxes into his chest. Fives nods to Kix, silently telling him he’ll watch her. Kix leaves the room and Fives starts slowly untangling her wet hair.
***
Kix had a final check up with Teagan then released her from the med bay on orders to rest in her personal quarters. Unbeknownst to her, he also put people in charge of checking on her, for psychological reasons. The last person to do so was Tup, who reported that Teagan was still sleeping peacefully thanks to the meds Kix administered. Rex was given this report before heading to her room for his turn at check up. He requested Kix add him to the roster, even though he has more duties to perform.
It wouldn’t take long, as others in the past hourly rotations have claimed. Open door, peek in, close door, report to Kix. Easy.
Rex walks to the door and opens it. He first notices the bed is empty. He then notes that the private refresher is in use. He walks to the door, “Teagan?”
The sanisteam is on blast, so she probably can’t hear him. He wonders if he should knock or just open the door. He stands there and considers telling Kix, when a heartbreaking sob cuts through the pour of water.
Rex slams his hand on the door’s controls. He rushes in. The door of the ‘steam is open, water flicking out onto the floor, making it slippery. He puts his hand up, remembering that nat borns prefer their privacy, despite how a clone could walk the length of the cruiser with his shebs out without a care in the galaxy. He peeks over his hand, “Teag—”
She’s curled up in the water on the floor of the ‘steam, dressed as he expected her to be. But everything he assumes would be points of concern are currently covered. He crouches down, grabbing a towel off the wall. He softly knocks on the curved glass door swung open.
Teagan brings her head out of her knees. A detonator drops to Rex’s stomach and explodes when he recognizes the expression in her eyes. He’s seen it enough since Umbara; not only on others, but in the mirror whenever he has a nightmare he’ll take to his grave.
“Teagan,” Rex says, loud enough to be heard over the water. Teagan stares at him, as if she’s seeing him somewhere else. Her eyes then come back from space and she pulls her legs in tighter to her chest.
Rex reaches for the sanisteam controls and the water turns off. He hands her the towel. She takes it, moving just enough to press it between her legs and chest. She keeps her gaze on the floor. Even with the artificial rain gone, water still tracks down her face from red stained eyes.
“Nightmare?” He asks gently. Teagan doesn’t answer, but Rex figures it was going to be a rhetorical question anyway. “Should I call Fives?” Rex asks.
Teagan shakes her head. “No…” she sobs. Rex can’t imagine how long she’s been here. Her creamy skin is pruning in more places than her fingertips and her voice sounds raw. Did she scream with the water to drown her out? How did no one hear?
Rex is at a loss. He kneels down when his feet start to cramp in his boots. “Should I call Kix?” He asks. He knows he should. Kix needs an update, in case this is a response from the bacta tank or medication. But he can’t help but need her permission.
Teagan stares at the floor, her lip trembling as she tries to speak. A sob comes out instead. Teagan is shaking from the chill left over her skin, but Rex suspects it’s more than that.
Rex grabs another towel. He first offers it to her, but when she doesn’t take it, he gently blots out the water along her legs and arms. Teagan flinches at the contact, but doesn’t give indication that he should stop. She just keeps shaking. Rex moves back and presses his comlink to call Kix. He’s not trained for this.
“I told you… t’ take your helmets off…”
He stops, turning his comlink off right as Kix starts talking. “What…?” Rex asks, turning to Teagan.
She looks at him, her eyes full of tears. “I… I told you to take your helmets off…” Her lips tremble at the repetition.
“Yes,” Rex says, smiling a little, “yes you did. You helped us, Teagan. You told us what would happen.”
Teagan shakes her head vemently, “No, I told you what to do to change it. I changed it, Rex.”
Rex is back at that moment, where Kix told him her order. Fives said it would be important. And Rex decided to listen. Then they meet with the 212th and learn of Krell’s treachery.
“Teagan,” Rex asks carefully. He holds her shoulders gently, “What would have happened?”
Teagan shakes her head.
“Teagan…” Tears escape Rex’s eyes.
She looks up at him, “Bl… Blue versus… versus orange.” She sobs as Rex’s eyes widen. “Waxer… you would have lost Waxer. And so… so many more.” She puts a hand to her head, groaning.
Rex sits down farther into the sanisteam. Teagan doesn’t fight the arm that wraps around her. She leans into his armor, wet and sobbing.
“It hurts, Rex… and I don’t know why…”
When Teagan is tucked under his arm, Rex turns his comlink on again.
“Rex,” Kix says, “did you lose connection?”
“No,” Rex says, “But I’d get to Teagan’s room. And bring Fives if he’s available.”
“He’s here with me,” Kix says.
“Rex,” Fives’ voice comes through, “what’s wrong?”
Rex looks at Teagan, holding his arms up again, “Just get here, troopers.”
***
Teagan refused to go back to the med bay, so Rex waits outside her room with Fives while Kix talks to her. When he comes out, Fives doesn’t wait to hear the verdict and goes straight to her side. She curls in on him, now dressed in a shirt and pants.
“What happened, Kix?” Rex asks.
“She doesn’t remember any new memories,” Kix says, “The ones she learned about are more vivid, as she told you. As if she was a fly on the wall for them.”
“Not just Umbara?“ Rex asks.
“No. Geonosis, Abregado, Rishi—”
“She knew about the Malevolence?” Rex asks.
“Only,” Kix says, as if needing to pacify Rex, “that the Wolfpack was rescued by a ship. Now she remembers more.”
Rex nods, “What do you think did this?”
Both halt their conversation when Fives starts singing into Teagan’s hair, “Nuhoy, ad’ika, gar ner cyar’ika…”
“I’m guessing she’s never been in a bacta tank before,” Kix says, “she says there are more that she knows she can’t remember, so perhaps the bacta healed her mind in a way to dislodge more of what is in her mind.”
“So… future memories will be vivid?” Rex asks.
“I don’t know,” Kix states, “all I know is before she had a bacta bath, she was adamant about each memory, the kind that knowledge brings about. But… the horror in her eyes now…“
“ni cabuor gar…” Fives continues, an arm around Teagan, “akay vaar’tur…”
“I only see that in actual soldiers, Rex,” Kix says, “it was in her eyes after the frontal assault, but only to a degree. But she’s seeing something worse now.”
“Vode killing vode,” Rex whispers, “what Krell wanted.”
Fives starts singing the song again.
“…What do we do?” Rex asks.
Kix turns to watch their brother comfort Teagan as she falls back asleep. “We’re going on leave, right?”
“Heading to Coruscant as we speak,” Rex states.
“Good,” Kix says. He turns to Rex, “It will be good for her, too.” Kix hesitates before asking, “Has she seen Waxer yet?”
“No,” Rex says.
“I’ll comm him,” Kix says, walking down the hall, “he should still be on the Resolute.”
Starting in Chapter 39 of Ruusaan, Akaan, Am, Teagan is transferred to the Coruscant Guard. And as such, in Chapter 41, she gets a new set of armor so she’ll match her new battalion.
Her armor is mostly the same as a shock trooper’s. The differences are some stripes are on different armor, to account for the lack of certain parts. She has a blacks shirt, but her pants are for her medical fatigues (which she does have the jacket for). The enlarged vambrace is important, but for later.
(Please ignore the color swatches. I originally filled this in with colored pencil, but it wasn’t bright enough.)
And of course, she needed a new visor. This one is made from a phase 2 helmet, and decorated with the stripes of a shock trooper. But also with some extra red spots (looked a little bare without).
The design for this one was hard to do on my own (why do the helmets have to be so complicated). So, I traced it from a design that ThomasBlack1 made on Deviantart. He gave me permission, as long as I gave him credit.
Here’s the original helmet.
Stayed tuned for more chapters, where Teagan’s wearing this amor!
Here is Teagan’s Field Medic Armor, which was given it’s debut in Chapter 28 of Ruusaan, Akaan, Am, when the Umbara campaign started.
The visor, on the other hand, debut in Chapter 15 when Teagan joined the 501st. But it wasn’t painted yet.
I’m sorry if it’s a little blurry. I couldn’t scan it.
And there is a reason the vambrace and leg paint jobs seem a little... wonky and mismatched. It will be revealed in Chapter 31, so stick around and find out. (not that I planned it that way...)
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Bound - Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?
Teagan is a spider person so of course they have lol. Who hasn’t gotten captured by a villain a time or two? She’s definitely got a few minor scars but probably not anything particularly memorable. The significant scars are more from fights or are emotional. (Tbh I really need to flesh out her spider stuff a lot more.)
Hide - What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?
That she’s a vigilante, for one. They’re also definitely not out yet about being queer and non-binary (she/they pronouns). She also definitely tries to mask her accent, too, since Teagan isn’t originally from NYC but doesn’t want anyone to know that when they’re in costume. The accent is for cover, the vigilante thing is for safety, and the queer thing is because they’ve been through a lot of change and want to reach some level of calm before coming out. She also just doesn’t share a lot because she’s in a new place and is still adjusting and trying to make friends while also doing the spider thing.
Wound - How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?
Teagan suppresses a lot of stuff, mainly because they don’t really have a lot of people to lean on. There’s her friends back home, but it’s difficult to keep up with them when they don’t live nearby, her mom is her Uncle Ben so…no longer there, and moving in with grandparents they don’t know well doesn’t really give them anyone to lean on. Teagan is a very lonely person. I’d say there’s a balance between the physical and mental wounds, but the mental ones are the ones that haunt them the most. As for worst wound, the worst mental one was when her mom died. They had had a big argument about moving to NYC (Teagan does not want to be there, but they moved there to help with the grandparents which is now Teagan’s responsibility) and Teagan stormed out, so their mom followed them and got killed, so Teagan is really upset that their mom died right after a fight. Of course, she blames herself for it happening and it’s something she carries with her all the time.
Anyone remember my character, Reid? The fellow here with pink hair. Yes. Well, in discord, I mention at times of him having a mother and I kept telling myself I need to draw her. And so I finally did.
Meet Teagan Owens, the woman who gave birth to and raised Reid. We definitely see where he gets his hair from.
Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy this one.
Until next time!