captain rex x reader

The descent to Kamino was a familiar one, marked by the endless rain that seemed to be the planet's signature. As the ship touched down, the sound of the engines winding down blended with the patter of rain on the metal surface. The rear ventral air ramp began to lower, revealing the soaked landing port outside.

"Master Plo?" I asked, staring blankly ahead at the slowly opening ramp.

"Yes, young one?" Master Plo Koon replied, his calming voice cutting through the noise.

"Do you think the clones will like me?" I inquired, trying to keep my voice steady despite the worry gnawing at me. I knew Master Plo could sense my unease.

"Of course, I think they will like you," he chuckled. "But it is best not to dwell on the thoughts of others when we may only control our own."

"Thank you, Master," I forced a smile, trying to clear my mind. I shimmied my shoulders under my Jedi robes, hoping to release some tension, before pulling the thick brown hood over my head. Together, we stepped onto the ramp and headed down towards the platform.

The rain and wind hit us immediately, coming in strong gusts from the northwest. Our boots splashed through the puddles that covered the surface of Kamino. We were greeted by a stern-faced Kaminoan, standing tall and elegant despite the weather.

"Welcome, Master Jedi," he stated in the unmistakable accent of his kind. Master Plo and I bowed in response.

"My name is Mani Le," he continued.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mani Le. I am Master Plo Koon, and this is my padawan, Y/N L/N," Master Plo introduced us.

I nodded to Mani Le at the mention of my name.

"Your battalion, the 104th, awaits you inside," Mani Le gestured for us to follow. We hurried behind him, eager to escape the rain and keep up with his long strides.

The inside of the Kaminoan facility was starkly white, with bright lights reflecting off every surface. We followed Mani Le through a series of corridors, their pristine condition contrasting sharply with the chaos of war we had quickly become acquainted with in the last month. As we crossed a glass bridge, I looked down to see hundreds of clones eating, training, and socializing. My excitement almost outweighed my nerves; I hadn't met a clone face to face yet, only seen them at a distance or in action.

After a few minutes, Mani Le stopped and turned, extending his long, pale blue arm toward a door. "Your battalion, Master. Feel free to stay the night. The clones will pack their things onto your ship within the hour—if you or your padawan might advise them of which landing pad the ship is on. If you decide to stay, they can show you to your rooms as well." With that, Mani Le nodded his head. "Master Koon, Padawan L/N, I hope your battalion is more than satisfactory." He then turned on his heel and continued down the hallway.

"Remember your briefing, Jedi Commander," Master Plo smiled down at me, a hint of humor in his voice.

"Yes, Jedi General," I chuckled back, the military terminology still unfamiliar on my tongue.

We stepped forward, the metal and frosted glass doors hissing as they shot open. Immediately, a clone in the front left corner of the group bellowed, "Attention!"

A deep thud and clack of boots and armor followed as the soldiers stood to attention before us in a perfect grid.

"Good evening, gentlemen," Master Plo greeted the stock-still group of identical men as we walked into the room. As we came to a stop, I began to examine the clones' faces slightly. Wow. The Kaminoans cloned a very good-looking man. Good on them, I thought, but also it was bound to end up distracting me in some way, I mean, what's a nineteen year old girl to do?

"My name is Master Plo Koon, and I have been assigned as your general." I could tell the clones found my Master's phrasing unusual from the slight twitching of a few eyebrows and corners of lips. "Now, which of you is my commander?" Master Plo asked with his usual warm, kind tone.

"Me, sir. CC-3636," the same clone who had called the men to attention stepped forward and saluted Master Plo, who walked towards him and placed a hand on the commander's shoulder.

"What is your name, son?" Master Plo asked.

The clone's breath hitched just slightly, barely noticeable, but undeniable. "My- name, sir?"

"Yes, your name," Master Plo smiled.

"Uh-uhm, Wolffe, sir," he responded.

"A pleasure to meet you, Wolffe." Master Plo stepped back before introducing me to the group. "This is my padawan, Y/N L/N. She will be your Jedi Commander."

He smiled at the clones and turned to me. "Y/N, you will show a small group of men to, and around our ship so that the unit may load their things. We will be staying the night on Kamino."

"Of course, Master," I responded.

"Wolffe, Y/N will take you and a few others to our ship. At ease, men," Master Plo then wandered off to acquaint himself with the battalion.

"You three, with me." Wolffe pointed to the three men to his right, gesturing his head toward the door, and walked towards me. The clones were a fair bit taller than I had initially realized, so I tilted my head back when he reached me to maintain eye-contact.

"Commander L/N," he saluted, looking down at me.

"Oh, please, Commander, call me Y/N," I smiled as we began to walk. It was odd being called Commander.

He cleared his throat, "Well then, call me Wolffe."

The other three quickly stepped in around me, elbowing their commander out of the way in the process.

"I'm Sinker!"

"Boost!"

"Name's Comet!"

They seemed very excited to meet me, which practically melted away any nervousness I had.

"It's a pleasure to meet such a beautiful Jedi, Y/N," Sinker started, walking closer to me and starting to reach his arm around me.

"Oh, kriff off, Sinker, she's been here five minutes!" Wolffe shoved Sinker's shoulder away from mine, taking a place next to me.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, boys," I blushed as I smiled.

"I don't reckon Sinker's ever seen a girl before," snickered Boost, starting a long string of bickering between the two as we reached the doors to the platform.

Once I had finished showing the four clones around the ship, I had become much better acquainted with them. I learned that the battalion called themselves the Wolfpack in honor of their commander. Boost and Sinker were quite the troublesome pair, always bickering and joking. The clones all considered themselves brothers, which I supposed they probably were, and they knew a lot of Mando'a, which they tended to make jokes in or say things they most likely didn't want me to hear.

I got the gist of it, however. For example, when I took my robe off to climb a ladder in the ship, reaching about halfway up, Comet remarked, "Ibac shebs, vod" in a fake pained voice, mainly to Boost, before being punched playfully in each arm by Wolffe and Sinker while Boost just giggled.

"Gev bic, Comet!" Wolffe sounded exasperated as he followed me up the ladder.

Once we had almost made it back to the room with the rest of the battalion, Wolffe offered to show me to my room. I obliged before saying goodbye to the rest of them.

"Gar ru'kel Wolffe, gar ru'kel," Sinker commented, and the three snickered playfully as they headed away from Wolffe and me, back to the rest of their brothers.

"Don't listen to them," Wolffe smiled as he began walking me to my room.

"Don't worry, I don't know a single word of Mando'a," I giggled.

"Probably for the best," he sighed. "They've just never seen a pretty girl like you before...Commander."

I scoffed as he pushed the button to open my door. "Call me Y/N," I replied, walking into my room as the door whooshed shut behind me, and Wolffe headed back the way we had come.