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Prompt:

Fox talks the mercenary group into attacking the droid base.

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Part 2! Deserter

She/Her

2nd POV
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               The fact that Fox decided to stay made you unexplainably happy. The rest of The Grey Morning wasn't too hard to convince of his loyalty over the fact how he was going to risk his own life to take out a Seppie base that according to him, the Republic didn't even know about. Gun Oil was exceptionally happy, even going the length to lend the Clone some weaponry,

               "Pick whatever catches your eye," your childhood friend commented while excitedly patting Fox's shoulder, "We're leaving soon, so maybe try to hurry. But no pressure."

               The Clone just nodded and began skimming through the weaponry in surprise, "The Republic was aware of The Grey Morning's existence, but I can promise you we had no idea of the level of your weaponry. If you wanted to, you could pose a threat. A huge problem, if you will."

                "That's not a problem, right?" you questioned, cocking an eyebrow up in confusion, "We're a mercenary group anyways, we wouldn't attack anything without payment, and even if someone payed us to attack Republic forces, I doubt Hawk would allow it."

You could practically see the nervousness leave Fox's body, which honestly didn't surprise you. Although he was indeed a deserter, he more than likely still loved his brothers involved with the war, and would do anything to protect them. Just the fact that you reassured him that he wouldn't have to fight his old family probably set him at ease,

"You have a plan for this Separatist Base?" he asked, changing the subject.

                "No, that's not my job," you chuckled, picking up a Kal Dagger and swinging it around, "Gun Oil is sorta in charge of the planning when it comes to missions. Hawk is the one who comes up with our strategies. You're here to help us devise a Republic-level plan."

                Fox nodded, his helmet hitched under his arm, "Sounds good enough to me. Now, let me take a look at these beauties."

                The Clone bent down and began looking at the various weapons that your family had collected over the years. Blasters, snipers, knives, throwable items, you name it. Grasping a simple blaster, the man slides it onto his belt beside his original weapon. Glancing over to you, and frowned a bit and straightened up,

               "Where's your weapon?" he asked, brushing his shining-white armor from the dust it had accumulated.

                  Sheathing the Kal Dagger, you tossed it towards the man; him swiftly catching it in his grasp, "That's all I need. Blasters are too noisy anyways."

                 "Awfully risky, especially for missions like these. Separatists aren't flesh and blood, they're scrap metal. Knives would hardly do anything, wouldn't you think?" the Clone questioned, turning the blade around curiously in his palm.

                  Snatching your weapon back up from him, you clicked your tongue, smirking, "Fox, this is a Kal Dagger. It's made by the strongest Beskar Metals in the galaxy, forged by the most talented in the Mandalorian Clans. Scrap metal isn't going to stand a chance against my little knife," you smirked, twirling it through your fingers daringly.

                 Fox shrugged and smirked, "Suit yourself. I still don't think that little knife will do much against the droids, but I've been wrong before. Let's hope I don't have to swoop in and rescue you."

                 "You do owe me one after what I did for you only a few days ago," you smirked, placing the blade in its case on your belt, "After sticking my neck out for you like that, it's only right that you save my life."

                 "I like being in a life debt to you though," the Commander smirked, stroking your chin, before turning and leaving, "Let's go talk to Hawk. I'm eager to see how this little raid will go."

You shook your head in amusement, and an underlying bashfulness. If a normal man would've stroked your chin like that, his fingers would've been chopped off, but you didn't mind Fox's attention. Hell, you craved it. You wanted his gloved hand back on you, massaging your face lovingly as you slowly slipped into a blissful sleep.

                    Following the Clone down the hall, the two of you received some angry glares. Hawk established that Fox is one of the Grey Morning, and even though many of your family accepted him, many didn't. Many of the men, women and children have had horrid run-ins with the Republic soldiers, and believed it was a mistake to bring Fox into their home.

                     You could sense Fox's aura. He was intimidated by the immense hatred towards him in the room. He was scared and sad. Of course, the strong Clone wouldn't ever admit anything like that out loud to anyone. Although you two have grown super close the past day, you knew he wouldn't even confide in you,

                  "You can talk to me, you know," you introduced, shoving into his side gently, "I can tell there's something wrong with you."

                    "Oh, do tell," the Commander commented, looking down at you, "What do you know about me?"

                     "You're scared," you announced, pulling the Clone to the side, "Bottling up your emotions isn't a good way to get by. I am your friend. Please let me in."

                     Fox smirked and slipped his gloved fingers in between yours, "Only a friend? You've treated me better than anyone has in the past; even better than my brothers, yet you've only known me for a day? Why is that?"

                    Blushing, you looked away, trying to focus on something beside the charming man in front of you, "Let's just get this mission done, okay? If we survive, maybe I'll tell you."

                     "Even if we die, I know why," the Clone grinned, rubbing your hand lovingly, "But you're right. Hawk is waiting for us."

The walk back to Hawk's study was excruciatingly painful. The urge to pin Fox up against the wall and pepper his beautiful lips with kisses was undeniable. His cockiness was hot, and yet he had a lovable bashfulness to him as well. He was perfect in your eyes.

The door to Hawk's room was open. Letting yourself inside, you noticed the old man was sifting through some documents. He hadn't even noticed your arrival yet. Or maybe he did and just didn't pay attention,

"Hawk, what's the plan?" you asked, causing the old man to look up from his papers, "And where's Gun Oil?"

"We will wait until he returns," your leader commented, turning his eyes back to the papers, "Gun Oil is laminating our plans. I want them in writing for when those meddling Jedi come and interfere after we're done. It plainly states this was an attack on the Seppies, not against the Republic, and we do not wish to get involved in the war. We just want to ensure the safety of our people."

"Knowing my old companions, they'll probably still try and arrest you," Fox chimes in as Gun Oil enters; the papers hanging from his hand, "Our Chancellor is a possessive and wildly corrupt individual."

Laying your hand on his shoulder, you smiled brightly, "Trust me, we know. We will fight if they try anything. Worst case scenario, we leave Coruscant and find another planet, but we won't let them walk on us."

                      "We should get a move on," Gun Oil spoke up, laying the plans on Hawk's disaster-of-a-desk, "Listen fast and listen well. The Seppies are going to take a patrol out to the lower levels; Commando droids of course to avoid detection. While that happens, we're going to sneak into the exit, plant the bombs and wait it out. Once the patrol returns, we sneak out the same way, then kaboom! The place is gone."

                      Fox shook his head in disapproval, "I don't like this plan. What do we do if we're detected? That's a base full of droids. It won't end well unless the plan goes perfect, which it doesn't sound full proof."

                       "No plan ever is," the elder commented, standing up, "That's why you have to have faith. We've done this before. Our methods may be a little different than the Republic's, but that doesn't make them any less officiant. Now, you better get ready boy, because we're leaving now."

                        Fox just shut his mouth and nodded, "Fair enough. Lead the way."

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Fox wasn't used to being bossed around. His entire life he's owned the title of Commander, but personally, you believed he was adapting well. He didn't speak a word as your group crept through the shadowed streets of lower Coruscant. He didn't voice his opinion when it was evident one of your family members did something he didn't approve of. He's learned it's not his place,

"That's the place," Gun Oil whispered, pulling a red bandana over his face, "And look. The patrol, it's just on time."

"I told you it would be," another member of your family, Persephone, whispered. She was the one who tracked the patrols to the very second they left the gates. She was beyond talented at her job, "We better hurry before the gates shut."

                        Hawk nodded while standing up from his hiding spot, "I second that. I'll take Persephone and we will go through on the left. (Y/N), you lead Gun Oil and Fox down on the right. As the patrol passes, we will meet together in the middle as the gates close. Move out."

                        Hawk and Persephone quickly raced off towards the left. You rose from your hiding spot and silently lead your team towards the right. Right on queue, the gates opened. Fortunately, both of your groups were well hidden in the shadows; far from prying eyes,

                       "General Grievous will be pleased with our work," the deep voice of a droid clicked, the patrol noisily passing by, "He's expected to be arriving any minute now, so keep your eyes open for those Republic dogs."

                       "Grievous? Here?" Fox whispered; his hot breath tickling the back of your neck, "We need to move even faster now. If the General truly is coming, we have no chance of succeeding."

You grabbed Fox's hand. You could tell this sudden and unexpected news shook him up. He didn't feel half as strong without his Clone brothers to back him up, "We got this," you smiled, leaning into his side, "Let's just follow Hawk's plan, and if worst comes to worst, we shoot our way out. Grievous is still a droid. He's no Jedi."

"He has lightsabers like one," Gun Oil spoke up, earning an elbow in the gut, "Sorry," he breathily apologized, "Just saying."

Your group crept up behind the patrol, evading detection. Hawk's group was just as successful as you. Winking, Hawk slipped past the gates. The rest of you followed; slipping thermal detonators from your pockets. Sticking them on the walls was the easy part. Avoiding detection from the droids wasn't as easy.

The place was flooded with Seppies. It wasn't a joke that the Leader of them Droid Army would be making an appearance on Coruscant, and they were preparing to protect him with their entire army. Luckily, they were so distracted with getting the base ready for their leader, that they weren't focusing on the numerous thermal detonators repetitively blinking and beeping from their hiding spots.

As you placed the last detonator that was in your pocket, you spotted the signal from across the camp. Persephone was flashing a little piece of reflective glass against some stray light, causing a glare to knock into your vision. She clearly was finished with he stock, along with Hawk. Gun Oil and Fox were just getting finished up as well, so you shined the light back at her.

The five of you quickly met back up in the clearing; free from prying eyes. Fox was getting worried; more worried as the seconds passed, "Sure, we've done good, but we need to leave now. If Grievous gets here while we're still here, this base won't be the only thing going up in flames."

"I fear the Clone may be right," the old man nodded, looking up at the tall walls, "The patrol isn't supposed to return for another ten minutes. We need to scale the walls to ensure our safety."

Gulping, you turned to Fox who shot a reassuring glance at you. Your group truly had no other choice. Not to mention if you wanted to blow the base up before Grievous got there. That would leave the droid nowhere to go, and he'd be forced to leave your humble little planet.

Fox helped you up the wall. He showed you the safest way to place your feet and hands. Gun Oil and Hawk had no trouble, same with Persephone. All of them had more wall climbing experience than you did. As your little group made it to the top of the wall, you were star struck. It was beautiful up there,

"Although there's so much ugly in our galaxy, there's still some room for beauty," Fox commented, pointing up to the sky, which was painted with large white stars; pink and purple galaxies dancing across its surface, "You make it beautiful too, you know."

Blushing, you held the Clone's hand the entire way down to the other side of the wall, which was quite difficult, but you didn't mind. Once your feet touched the grass, you smashed your lips onto Fox's, earning a small snicker from Gun Oil, "Let's blow this base up, then you're staying in my room tonight."

"Fine by me," the Clone grinned as Hawk pushed the detonation button; the sky lighting up with a small mushroom cloud. It was over. The underground invasion on Coruscant was gone, and you had found your other half after all these years.

September 15th, 2020


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