The Ex-Sith and the Clone (Captain Rex x reader)

How the Ex-Sith Came to Be

I felt my Mother place her hand on my shoulder and grab the sac of food from his grasp. She turned me and walked with me, dragging our illegally acquired food behind us. As we walked through the market I couldn't help noticing that the man I had bumped into was still in the market, brown hood draped over his head as he looked intently at the pear in his hand. A frown crossed my face but it quickly dissipated when my Mother squeezed her fingers harshly into my shoulder to get me focused on moving forward again.

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I let my Mother braid my hair frequently, this was one of those times. Maybe let was a strong word. But nonetheless she sat on the chair behind me while I sat on the lower stool. Elegantly she weaved a small section of my hair into a tight braid.

"There." She muttered, fixing my hair for me. Once it was all in place the small braid she had constructed was unseeable but I knew it was there. It was moments like this that led me to do what I ended up doing for her and my Father.

I reached back, feeling around for the braid but my Mother harshly slapped my hand. I pulled back with a wince, my hand stinging, the skin irritated. Gently I rubbed at it, comforting myself when my Mother wouldn't.

I became distracted from the aching pain when the door to our humble cottage swung open. My Father walked through the door, with an assortment of items under his arm forcing him to kick the door shut with his boot. I followed him with my eyes as he dumped everything on the dining table, hearing my Mother grumble at his action under her breath. She was never pleased when he came back with armfuls of loot he'd managed to score from the Pirates scattered across the planet.

"Anything of use?" My Mother asked him, rather gruffly.

"Something." He responded, a large grin forming on his lips. I frowned, edging myself closer until I was barely sitting on my stool anymore. He plunged his hand into the pile of scraps, sifting through it for something important. Evidently he found it because he retrieved his hand and clasped his other palm over the small object. "Close your eyes. Both of you."

I did as I was told, as I always did, sealing my eyes shut tightly awaiting my next instruction. I heard her shuffling around and I could feel him bob down in front of me, he was happy, excited to show me and Mother.

"Okay, open." At his request, my eyes opened again. But I didn't feel the same excitement he did. I was left puzzled, staring at a tiny red crystal resting in my Father's open palm. It was pretty but I didn't understand why it was such a big deal.

"You found one?" My Mother asked in shock. I glanced over my shoulder to see her eyes as wide as dinner plates. She was happy too? What is this thing? Turning my attention back to the crystal I watched with a frown forming on my face.

"I found one." My Father nodded at her, the grin still on his face. "Do you know what this is?" He questioned, turning his focus back to me. I simply shook my head, not lifting my gaze from the crystal that had begun to pulse with a soft glow. "It's a kyber crystal. It's used to create the weapon of a Sith."

At that word my eyes shot up to meet his. I knew what I was. I knew what my parents were. I lowered my gaze, almost ashamed of it. I didn't look at either of my parents as I slid off the stool and wandered over to the main decoration displayed in our living room. I flickered my eyes over the images of men and women wielding red blades. Images of those same people standing amongst bodies, gaining power. Then there was the mat that my parents worshipped them on, every, single, night.