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

Betrayed

"Commander, I understand that we haven't exactly been on the same page about everything but I know you care about her so just hand over the data rod." Oriya tried once more, earning a soft shake of Wolffe's head in response.

It was true that Wolffe cared for her, but of course almost everyone on the cruiser adored her. Or so he thought. She would lay her life down for any staff member, even one of the janitor droids. It was a trait of hers he hated and respected all at the same time. A curious thought crossed his mind, would she still defend Oriya? He threw that away with such ease that he doubted she'd care all too much.

"I don't have it." He finally grumbled, lifting his gaze to glare at the former Captain.

"Then what did she do with it?" Oriya asked, furrowing his brows together tightly.

"Let me out and I'll show you."

"Commander, she is near death, if you don't tell me he'll kill her." Oriya huffed in irritation.

"Why do you even care?" Wolffe spat at the man, standing up from his seat and swiftly marching over to the shield separating them. "You didn't seem to care about her or any of us when you started sending the Separatists information."

"I told you, I didn't think they'd hurt her." Oriya responded calmly.

"Then you're more idiotic than I gave you credit for." Wolffe sneered.

Oriya took a step back, lowering his gaze to the floor. He was having regrets, even Wolffe could tell that through the filter of his anger. The pale shade his skin had gone was no longer due to not wanting to get caught, now it was due to regret of his actions. But he had still decided to do it, Wolffe couldn't feel bad for him.

"If I help you escape, you'll go rescue her, correct?" Oriya straightened back up, rolling his shoulders back. This was more the Oriya that Wolffe was familiar with.

"Where is she?" Wolffe asked, half ignoring Oriya's question. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that if he were to get out of the confining room he'd go after his General. That was something she'd seemed to have ingrained in his brain, if you can help it you don't leave anyone behind.

"Grievous' cruiser." Oriya explained, jaw clenching. "I docked a transport shuttle with this cruiser."

"Easy access back over." Wolffe mumbled to himself. One thing needed to be done before he could go and rescue his General however. Their cruiser had been close to being restored but they'd been overrun before the work could be completed. So that would need to be done. And he'd need to free his men, perhaps bringing Stitch with him wasn't such a bad idea. If Y/n was in critical condition having the team medic with him could save her life. "Where are the rest of the Pack being held?"

"A few halls over." Oriya nodded his head to the side. "But I'm coming with you." He declared. "That's the deal, I break you out and you take me with you."

Wolffe contemplated his reasoning for a sudden change in heart. Maybe he just wasn't cut out for the double agent lifestyle, he'd believe that. Perhaps it was true that he did care for Y/n and therefore felt guilty that she'd come to harm. Whatever his reasoning, Wolffe didn't much care if it meant he was let free. But that didn't mean he wouldn't be keeping an eye on the man.