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

Betrayal

Troopers and staff members alike began to stand up from their stations either leaving the bridge entirely or heading through to the adjacent room. I always like to keep the doors separating the two rooms open, but now they need to be shut. In seconds the room was entirely empty, everyone had left besides myself, Wolffe and Oriya.

"Oriya." I looked him dead in the eyes, telling him I wanted him to leave too. "Set our course to meet back up with Obi-Wan please." I directed him, watching his eyes flick over to Wolffe before settling back on me. He curtly nodded his head at me, spinning around and making his way into the other room.

Gently lifting my fingers, I pushed the buttons for each door on either side of the comms room with help from the Force. I dropped my hand back down to the edge of the glowing table, sighing to myself as the door slowly slid shut. They sealed tightly with a soft hiss.

"What is it?" Wolffe immediately asked, my eyes lifting to meet his frowning stare.

"We've got a problem." I admitted, gently standing up straight and retrieving the data rod from my belt.

"What sort of problem? Just saying a problem could mean any number of things." He grumbled, resting a hand on his hip.

"The sort of problem that revolves around this battalion having been infiltrated by the Separatists." I explained to him. I squeezed my eyes shut, pinching the bridge of my nose with my free hand. "I don't- It doesn't matter what I think. We have to deal with this."

"Obviously." He nodded his head in agreement. His eyes faltered down to the table. I could practically see the thoughts scrolling through his head. He was thinking the exact same thing I was, how could he have let this happen. "Who is it?"

"I don't know." I told him, my own eyes flicking back down to the holotable. "They're on this though." I explained setting the rod in the centre of the table.

"Right." He sighed heavily next to me.

We both just stared at the data rod gently wobbling on the table with the movement of the cruiser as it began to turn around. Before I knew it we'd be in hyperspace heading back to meet up with the rest of my small fleet. But a sour feeling settled in my gut. I shifted on my feet, crossing my arms over my chest. If there was a spy on this cruiser they'd know we went to fetch information... And if they knew that then...

"I'm putting it into our system." Wolffe declared moving his hand to pick up the data rod.

"Wait." I told him, reaching out and gripping his wrist to catch his hand before he could touch the thing.

"What?" He turned to me with furrowed brows.

"If we have a spy. What's stopping them from calling out for help from their friends?" I spoke my thoughts aloud. Wolffe raised an eyebrow curiously, his lips parting to speak but the words caught in his throat.

The entire cruiser jerked, sending the both of us away from the table and into one of the display screens behind us. I groaned, picking myself up off the ground. My gaze landed on the data rod teetering on the edge of the holotable, my hand shot out as it tipped over the edge, easily catching it in my hand and reattaching it to my belt.

"Are you okay?" Wolffe's question brought my attention back to him.

"You?" I asked in return after nodding my head firmly. He returned the firm nod, assuring me he was alright as he stood up offering me his hand. I took it, allowing him to pull me back up to my feet.