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

Betrayed

"Deal." Wolffe nodded his head discreetly at the man.

Oriya nodded in return, reaching a tentative hand out and pressing a sequence of buttons Wolffe had memorised in the case that they had to haul prisoners. The ray shield deactivated with a soft sound of it powering down. Wolffe stepped out into the hall, studying the man who had just freed him for a moment. If he was going to shoot him right there and then he showed no sign of it.

Taking the lead, Wolffe started down the halls he was familiar with, the sneaking part was new to him. Usually he walked the halls with purpose and pride to be on board but now he had to keep his footsteps quiet as he made his way in the direction to the larger holding cell. General L/n had wanted a larger one for creatures, just in case and he wouldn't mind betting that's where the droids had funnelled the rest of his men into.

Oriya walked behind him, the man occasionally bumping into Wolffe when he abruptly stopped, each time he earned an annoyed scowl from Wolffe. The sound of muffled talking had the Commander coming to another abrupt halt just before the wall ended, and like always Oriya was late to stop slamming into his back. Wolffe grumbled out in annoyance once more.

The talking was getting closer and both men recognised the nasally voices as those that belonged to all classic battle droids. Wolffe couldn't help but smirk as they got closer to their concealed position against the wall. He didn't care much about what they were discussing until one of them mentioned something about a prisoner's heart rate having to be monitored. That made Wolffe frown, to his knowledge, surely that had to be the General.

The two droids walked past, with both men's backs pressed against the wall they were easily passed by. Wolffe took his opportunity and stepped forward, placing one hand on the droid closest to him's shoulder while the other gripped the side of its head. The droid let out a surprised complaint before its head was yanked off, wires sparking. The other droid was about to act but expertly Wolffe grabbed the fallen droid's blaster and fired at the other.

"Well, someone would have heard all that ruckus." Oriya whisper-yelled as he stepped out from the corridor into the four pronged intersection of halls where Wolffe stood over the droids he'd dealt with.

Wolffe shook his head at the man. He'd just saved his butt and he had the courage to diminish the action. His eyes flicked down the halls, figuring out where they were now. If they continued on straight ahead they'd reach the other cell.

Movement caught Wolffe's attention from the corner of his eye. Oriya had bent down, just about to pick up the second droid's discarded blaster. Before he could lift it off the ground, Wolffe stepped forward, placing his boot atop of it, pressing it back down onto the floor. Frowning, Oriya lifted his harsh gaze to meet his.

"Nice try." Wolffe told him before sliding the blaster closer to him and more importantly further away from Oriya. Bending down himself, Wolffe picked up the blaster and tucked it under his arm.

"I have combat training, you know?" Oriya said, standing back up straight.

Wolffe glanced at him but didn't respond, just remained silent. Although the thought that Oriya was squaring his shoulders to try and intimidate him amused him ever so slightly. Oriya was much shorter than him, for one of the first time's Wolffe was thankful that all clones were six foot.

Continuing on like he had figured out, down the hall straight ahead, Oriya grumbled under his breath about something Wolffe didn't quite catch. The two men carried on.