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

Betrayer

Carefully I manoeuvred out of the separated hangar doors sailing down towards the planet's surface. We were around halfway there when the comms system chimed to life, Wolffe flicking it on so whoever wanted to get hold of us from the cruiser could.

"General, this whole situation is sketchy." Oriya called through the system. I frowned, listening to him go on. "I suggest we head back to join the rest of the fleet."

Instead of responding to him, I gently lifted my finger using the Force for the menial task of cutting him off. Wolffe glanced at me, most likely aware that it wasn't exactly approved of to use the Force in such ways.

"He seems antsy." Sinker pointed out. I let out a heavy sigh. He had seemed to be extremely on edge as of late. I simply put it down to needing rest and a bit of a break from service. Nothing appeared to fix whatever was irking him. Everything we were sent to do he said that it wasn't a good idea and wanted to leave, every single time. It was getting annoying, hence why I simply just turned off the comms.

Gently I touched the ship down in the hangar. Slowly the engines quietened, all systems being turned off. Standing out of the seat, I walked down the ramp into the hold, making my way over to release the ramp so we could exit. The boys trailed after me, Sinker picking up the case of credits before coming to stand waiting.

The ramp clicked into place, a man already standing at the bottom of it. His brows immediately furrowed together upon seeing us. Sending him a tight lipped smile I made my way down the ramp towards him, already digging in my pocket for some extra credits to hand over.

"We're not looking to be more than an hour." I smiled at him, holding the credits out for him to take off me as payment for using his hangar. A soft frown began to form when he didn't take them, simply kept staring at me in silence. Glancing over my shoulder confused, I locked eyes with Wolffe, well would have if he hadn't placed his helmet over his head, he offered me a very subtle shrug.

"Thank you." He finally spoke, whipping my attention back to the man. Cautiously he reached out to take the credits from my hands. I nodded at him, starting to walk around him, the boys following after me but he called out to us before we could get far. "What's a Jedi doing here?"

"Official business." Wolffe told him before I got the chance to get any words out. I gently shook my head, picking up my walk again. He didn't have to be so curt.

Walking down the streets of the small city, I noticed that our reception wasn't much better. Practically every single sentient that we passed ceased whatever it was they were doing to watch intently as we walked by. It was slightly uncomfortable to say the least. Most people are used to the sight of Jedi and troopers walking the street but obviously this wasn't one of those places.

"Everyone's staring at us." Sinker pointed out, tightening his grip on the case of credits at his side. The chance of any of these people attempting to steal from us was low to say the least.

"I'm sure it has nothing to do with the Jedi and three troopers walking down the street." I told him, amusement dripping from my voice.

"That sounds like the start of a bad joke." Boost joked, the same level of amusement coming off him now. I let out a soft chuckle.

Coming to a stop I looked up at the sign above one of the establishment doors. This was the place, Cid's parlour. The glowing yellow neon sign flickering every few seconds indicating that it wasn't getting enough power or there was faulty wiring involved. I took in a deep breath, nerves beginning to circulate.