Summary: Having survived the blaster bolt to his chest, Fives thought the worst was over. It wasn’t. No one believes him when he says the clones and Jedi are in danger, and he’s beginning to wonder what was the point to surviving.
Fives slammed his fist into
the grey duracrete wall – an action he came to regret immediately.
“Fuck!” he
cursed and hissed at once, bringing his bruised knuckles to his mouth as his
eyes winced shut from the throbbing pain.
Nice
going, idiot.
He couldn’t help it. The
frustration had been building ever since General Kenobi had given him the news.
“I’m
sorry, Fives,” the copper-haired man had said, regret painfully clear in his
blue eyes. “The Chancellor demands you be turned over to the military police.
You are to stand trial for conspiring with an enemy of the Republic.”
“But…
but,” the ARC trooper had stammered stupidly, desperately looking to his own general.
Skywalker remained ominously silent, though the angry curl of his fist spoke volumes.
“What
about the mental block? The shield on my mind?” Fives had asked with growing
desperation. “If you Jedi can breach it, I know you’ll see what I’ve been
trying to tell you!”
“The
Council will continue to try, and we will try to hold you as long as possible,
but the Senate is quite adamant,” Kenobi had responded uneasily. “I am not sure
what more we can do, but I… wanted you to be aware of the situation. And that
we shall do our best.”
Fives was fairly sure their best
wasn’t good enough, and it was that thought that had festered in his mind long
after the Jedi generals had retreated from his makeshift prison. With a
frustrated growl, the ARC trooper sat on the edge of the medical bed, cradling
his palms against his closed eyes.
“What was the point of all
of this?!” he demanded of the empty room. “What was the point of Tup dying!
What was the point of me living! When I… when I couldn’t make it mean something…”
headcanon that jesse, hardcase, and kix all give good hugs in their own ways and all love hugging each other
jesse’s hugs are warm and long and he always seems to get the duration right, it’s never awkwardly long
you know hardcase is into the hugs because he squeezes tight and pretty much launches himself into it and will lift the other person if he’s physically able to
kix melts into a hug, he doesn’t feel awkward in the other person’s arms, and he never seems to push the other person away
sometimes rex, tup, and dogma either hug or get hugged
rex isn’t an amazing hugger, and he’ll admit it, but if he wants to be hugging the other person, there’s feeling behind it, and he’ll give a little squeeze and break away early but the other person knows it’s not because he wants them to go away
tup hugs well, he gives plenty of warning so he doesn’t impose himself on the other person, and he sometimes rubs the other person’s back soothingly
when dogma wants to hug the other person, he latches tight and draws the other person in. if he’s able, he rests his head on the other person’s shoulder
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