The Cuyaniverse Collection

Cejanr 21-30

"What is it?" He asked, frowning. Fives fidgeted a little.

"How?" He asked. "How did you stop the bolt? Or push me out of the way on Naboo? Or help Ahsoka heal me?" He chewed his lip.
"The truth, please. I asked your wife and she said it wasn't her secret to tell."

Rex blew out a long suffering breath. Kriff. He had no choice. "I... uh..." He sat back on his heels and sighed. "Kriff. How am I going to say this?" He muttered to himself. "You know what? Screw it." He raised his voice a little. "It's easier to show rather than tell." He said, standing up and walking back to the bedroom where his armor and 17s were stacked neatly in the corner.

Along with his lightsaber.

It was currently in pieces, Ahsoka having been teaching him last night to get used to disassemble and reassembling his hilt. He collected the half put together pieces and went to the living room. Fives was actually sitting up on his own, leaning against the back of the couch with a pillow hugged to his stomach.

He frowned at the black and blue and chrome parts. "What's that?" He asked. Rex took a deep breath, sitting crosslegged on the ground in front of him.

"Something dangerous." He replied, already half in a trance. He sank deeply into the force, like he had when he was first building the hilt, and let the pieces rise into the air above his outstretched hands. Part of him heard Fives's soft gasp as they twisted and tumbled through the air, finally slotting into place. Rex tilted the hilt upright in front of him and opened his eyes, still so deeply in the force. The hilt powered on and the golden blade sprang to life in front of him, brighter than he had ever seen it before.

Probably the amount of pure power coursing through him and, by extension, his kyber crystal. His concentration wavered for a second and the blade shut down, as well as him dropping himself two feet to the floor with a very undignified yelp.

Fives laughed, a real laugh. Not a sarcastic or gallows humor chuckle, but a full on laugh as Rex climbed to his feet.

"Sure. Laugh it up. I've only been learning for a couple months." He complained. Fives's laughing turned into a pained yelping as he clung tighter to his pillow, but he was still grinning.

"Dogma owes me twenty." He gasped. Rex glared at him.

"Fives, nobody can know about this. There'd be no divine intervention this time. They'd dissect me and try to clone me to make force user troops." He said seriously. Fives pouted.

"Fine. On the other hand, ori'vod, everything makes sense now. The lightsaber trainings, your impossible saves, the reconditioning, everything. You have the force. And a lightsaber. Wow." He said admiringly.

Rex pressed his lips together. "I'm sorry for... well..." he trailed off. Fives sighed.

"Rex, we all keep our secrets. Like the fact that I have a firecracker stash for prank day. Or you having the force." He said. Rex frowned.

"You have a what now?" He asked. Fives just laughed.

"I won't tell if you won't ori'vod. Although your secret is admittedly much, much cooler than mine." He smiled.

"You have a stash of fireworks. On the Resolute." He said disbelievingly. Fives winked at him.

"Good luck finding it." He said, sliding back down the couch to lay down. Rex huffed.

"I could just look into your mind and find it." He said petulantly, pulling the blankets around his younger brother. Fives grinned.

"You wouldn't find them even then. I forgot where I hid then!" He crowed. Rex just rolled his eyes.