captain rex x reader

a/n: this is after a couple months and you've been on several missions and are pretty close with the wolfpack

I couldn't contain my laughter as Sinker imitated lightsabers with his voice, swinging and kicking at the air in an attempt to mimic my dual sabers and mix of Form IV and V combat.

"Commander Y/N, respectfully, that was sick!" AWOL yelled from somewhere in the pack.

"Totally saved our asses out there, Y/N! Those bucket head seppies had no chance," Boost added as we deboarded the ship on Coruscant.

With a final swing and kick at nothing, Sinker stumbled closer to the rest of us. "Who's up for 79's? I hear the 501st is in!" This resulted in several cheers. I'd never actually met all of the 501st, apart from Fives, Echo, and Kix, who certainly lived up to the reckless title the legion had earned itself.

As I separated from the 104th, who were headed to the barracks, we organized a time for 79's. Since they were getting some of the 501st along, I wondered if Anakin and Ahsoka were in the Jedi housing, or if Padmé was around. Padmé and I had been friends since Qui-Gon found Anakin at the same time Master Fisto had found me, I had met the two, along with Obi-Wan on passage to Coruscant. Padmé was always great to talk to, and since Ahsoka had become Anakin's Padawan, she had joined our little girl group as well.

I decided to take a walk past the senator guest rooms in case Padmé was there on my way to my room; she tended to be here a lot. My boots echoed through the pristine hallways as I wound my way through the building, eventually reaching my destination. I knocked three times.

"Oh Padmé!" I sang through the crack in the door, leaning against the door frame. It only took a few seconds for the door to fly open and the senator to pull me into a hug, stepping back into the apartment.

"Ugh, Y/N! I'm so happy to see you! We have so much to talk about!"

"Yes! I love when you say that!" We ran down to the sofa, and I jumped straight over the back of it, Padmé running around and sitting cross-legged opposite me.

"Okay, so..." Padmé plunged into a series of stories about the last few weeks—about her, the Senate, Anakin, you name it. She was great to listen to, but when she started trailing off, a funny thought came to mind.

"Padmé, do you sometimes think the clones are kinda... I mean, honestly, they're just really good-looking?"

Padmé snorted instantly. "Hey! What? I'm just asking, saying, I don't know!" I defended.

"No! No! It's not that," the senator chuckled. "It's just that Ahsoka and I had a bet on whether the clones were your type or not—I mean physically."

I scoffed at this but couldn't help but see the funny side. "Ugh, okay, but even if it was remotely like that with any of them, Jedi can't date as Padawans, and attachments are still frowned upon a lot as a Knight. I'm like, legally off-limits."

Padmé giggled at this. "Well, that's probably why so many of them flirt with you. It feels a bit risky, and you're super pretty. Plus, everyone knows Mandalorians are into h/c!"

I brushed off the compliment. "Well, thank you, but I've gotta go get ready for 79's. We'll catch up soon!"

The next hour was spent in my room, having a shower, doing some light makeup, and picking out a dress. I opted for a black mini dress and to leave my hair out, which I didn't get to do much, it got in the way of a lot of things. My Padawan braid was much longer than the rest of my hair, reaching just past my waist when my hair was only h/l. My heels clacked against the smooth marbles of the Jedi Temple flooring, and as I neared the exit, I could hear the muffled laughter and jaunting of the clones. The doors to the platform hissed open, and about fifteen clones were already waiting for me in a large speeder 10 meters away from me. There was a real mix of the 104th and the 501st: Wolffe, Sinker, Boost, Comet, Fives, Echo, AWOL, and Kix, as well as a couple of others from my unit and a few from the 501st. This included a clone with blonde hair who immediately caught my eye, I looked at him for a moment, trying to place him but looked away when I noticed the scan he gave me. I struggled to keep a blush from my cheeks. I thought I had heard Ahsoka and Anakin talk about him. Of course! Captain Rex, first in charge of the 501st. Dank farrik, they never mentioned how hot the blonde hair made him. As I neared the speeder, I heard a big whistle, clearly from Wolffe, that made me giggle, and some banter from the rest of the boys. Sinker hopped out to give me a hand in, and I squeezed into the last vacant spot between Wolffe and Kix. I felt the warmth of their thighs against mine, giving me a reprise from the brisk late autumn of Coruscant.