Cejanr (A Rexsoka SWTCW Fanfic)

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He was floating. The blackness swirled around him, filled with distant voices and sights. He ignored them. They only made his head hurt. Why did his head hurt again? An image, along with the sound of some familiar voices and a drill whirring right next to his ear.

"Full reconditioning and inhibitor chip replacement-"

"Alright, put him under."

"-reconditioning and reintegration-"

"-Kamino-"

"-standard procedure in cloneing-"

He frowned slightly. What's reconditioning? What's Kamino? What did they mean by cloning? Sounds and colors swirled around him, and his headache only got worse as it all blurred together and overlapped. He curled up in a ball and put his hands over his ears.

"Enough!" He yelled. To his surprise, everything screeched to a halt and dissipated. He let out a long breath. "Ok. Let's start with the basics." He said to the blackness. It shifted around him, flowing and shifting like a river. He shivered. What ever the darkness was, it was powerful. "What am I?" He asked. "What am I called?" The darkness swirled again, shattered images of familiar sights and sounds that he just couldn't pin down. He grabbed one of them at random, pulling it out of the maelstrom.

"Command Unit Delta, Clone Unit 7567 will be joining you for an accelerated training course in place of 4432." A long necked creature placed a hand on the upper part of his back, half guiding and half shoving forward to a group of an identical teenagers, all looking at him with vaguely disguised contempt. He (7567?) took a tentative step towards them, rubbing his arm self consciously.

"Oh look. We've got a mutie with us now. Of course you're with us, all special with your blond hair. Bet you're a pet of the bounty hunters... they can always tell you apart." Sneered one of his new squad mates. The one next to him elbowed him in the side.

"Lay off of the kid, Fox. If he's here then he must've earned it somehow. They don't give command training to regs without reason." He turned back to 7567 and stuck out his hand. "I'm Kote, but the bounty hunters call me Cody. Something about Mando'a being too difficult to say. And you are...?" He trailed off. 7567 shuffled his feet and looked at the ground.

"Clone unit 7567." He muttered. The third person of the squad gave a harsh laugh. He was sitting slightly off to the side from the other two.

"Kid, your name. Not your number." He growled. Fox curled his lip at the more hostile companion.

"We're supposed to use our numbers, '36. They're all we need for identification." He spat. The hostile one, '36, sat up a little straighter and leaned forward. His teeth were barred in anger.

"My name," He hissed, quiet and scary, "Is Wolffe." The tension in the air hung thick between the two of them. 7567 broke the silence suddenly.

"Rex." He burst out. "My name. It's Rex."

The one called Fox laughed. "Rex? Like a dog? It suits you, blondy. Must've earned it by playing fetc-" He was cut off as Rex's fist slammed into his nose. He fell back, holding his hand to his face as crimson liquid slid through his fingers. The other two stared in stunned silence at their new squad mate. Cody broke the pause, laughing and clapping Rex on the shoulder. Wolffe gave a predatory grin.

"Rex, huh? Looks like our dog is a little on the rabid side." He glanced at Fox, who was getting to his feet and stalking off angrily to the infirmary. "About time somebody knocked him upside the head. You'll fit in just fine, kid."