Star Wars Characters X Reader

(Fives X Reader) "You're dead, clone!" REWRITTEN

"W-What do we do, sir?" The clone asked. It took several moments for (Y/N) to register that she had been addressed.

"We...we should have a rescue party on the way now, but until then, we need to try and block the water. We can take the lid off of one of the bigger crates and set the open portion against the wall. I'm not sure how long that'll hold out, but it's the best we can do," (Y/N) answered, undoubtedly skeptical of her answer. To her relief, her order was carried out within an instant.

The commander sighed. "Now we just wait for help." He removed his helmet, a look of exhaustion plastered on his face. He very similar to all of the other clones, except he happened to have a slight beard as well as a distinct 5 tattooed on the side of his forehead. So it isn't just his armor markings that set him apart from the others, (Y/N) thought.

Once the commander noticed that (Y/N) was eyeing him, he smirked and winked playfully. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and turned to walk away.

"Don't mind Fives," said another clone, his helmet securely under his arm, as (Y/N) walked away and sat down on one of her remaining crates. The clone sat next to her and offered her his hand, which she politely shook.

"The name's Echo," he told her.

"(Y/N)," she replied.

Echo smiled. "Like I said, don't mind him. He's always been a little flirtatious."

(Y/N) hummed a response. She stared at her hands in her lap as Echo searched for something else to say.

After a few moments, he asked, "So...how long have you been a cargo transporter?"

"Ever since my...friend took the job training clone cadets here on Kamino, I've been passing my time working as a transporter. It sounds like a bad job, but some of my clients are willing to pay a fortune to get just a single crate to the other side of the galaxy."

Echo smiled, pleased with himself for being able to keep the conversation going. He opened his mouth to continue speaking when, suddenly, Fives called out for his assistance.

"I've got to go," said Echo as he leapt to his feet and ran off. (Y/N) sighed and got up to follow him, her stomach knotting as she realized that the freighter would soon be a full-on aquarium.

"Echo, what were you doing?!" Fives asked as soon as Echo rounded the corner. (Y/N), figuring that it would be best to stay out of sight for the time being, hid behind the wall.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about. You were there when I called dibs on the girl before we left Corosaunt!"

(Y/N) groaned.

"Unlike you, I don't use every conversation as an excuse to flirt!"

"Oh yeah?! Well, I-"

(Y/N), having heard enough, cleared her throat loudly and stepped out from her hiding place. Fives blushed, ashamed, and hurriedly put his helmet back on.

(Y/N) put on her most convincing face. In the most authoritative tone that she could muster, she said, "Gentlemen, we are in a very dangerous situation at the moment, and I would very much appreciate it if you could put aside your personal quarrels and assist the rest of us in ensuring that we survive. Can you handle that?"

"Yes sir!" Fives and Echo responded in unison. They both proceeded to walk away, looking for something that they could do to help.

"Commander," (Y/N) said as he was about to leave the room. He turned and stood patiently. "A word?"