Reunion (#3 Post-Order 66 Series)

Reunion - Part 26

Senna hummed thoughtfully, slipping her hand into his as the two of them started walking back towards the base, following after Gregor. Rex noted a flurry of activity, people carrying crates towards one of the main temples. He turned to Senna, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

"And what exactly have you been up to in my absence?"

She flushed slightly, grinning. "Well, you know how we talked about making things official before you leave?"

Rex returned her smile. "I do recall that conversation."

"Well, I may have said something to Omega about it, and well, she and Sabé kind of took the idea of wedding planning and ran with it. I've been consulted for some input, but for the most part, have somewhat left the judgment up to them. There's a few things we're still figuring out, but uh, if you're still interested in getting married, we're a few rotations away from having a good place to do it."

Rex halted, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the metal bands he'd had made. "I'd say my thinking is along the same lines as yours."

Senna inhaled sharply at the sight of the bands before she reached out and took the smaller of the two, examining the ring in the sunlight. "Where did you have these made?"

"Had Gregor stop over on Naboo. I...I know that hasn't been your home since you were a toddler, but I thought it would be a good place to have these forged. The artisan was very accommodating."

"Where did you get the metal?" she asked, holding the band up to the light. "It...it looks like...some kind of alloy? You've clearly got some duralium in there for the bluish color, but at least one other thing."

Rex smirked. "Do you remember that piece of scrap you left on my pillow on Alderaan that I hung on to?"

Senna's eyes widened before they misted over slightly. "You...you had it forged into these?"

"I did. I was assured that the duralium would make very durable jewelry. Something even you can't scratch or bend."

Senna chuckled, wiping at her eyes with her thumb quickly. "It...that's perfect, Rex."

"I also have a chain I purchased. I know you may not want to wear it on your finger since...well since that hand is metal, but if you want to, you can wear it around your neck that way."

Senna huffed and sniffled. "You've really thought of everything, haven't you?"

Rex slipped his hand under her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. "Not everything, but I assume you've got the rest handled." Leaning down, he kissed her gently, and he felt her melt into it. They separated after a few moments, Senna resting her forehead against his as she glanced down at the ring in her hand again.

"We're really doing this, huh?" she said quietly.

"No one I'd rather do it with."

She grinned, her blue eyes meeting his amber ones.

"Me either."

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A few rotations later, Rex stood outside of the base, leaning against the wall and waiting for Senna. Most of the other rebels had already made their way down to the large temple pyramid and were now just waiting for the bride and groom. Rex tugged at the hem of his shirt again, re-tucking it into his slacks for what felt like the hundredth time. He'd never really pictured his own wedding, always operating under the assumption that he wasn't likely to have one, but he certainly had never thought he'd be in just a clean shirt and trousers, his boots somewhat cleaner than they had been that morning, but far from what he considered acceptable. He wished he'd managed to keep his dress uniform from the war, but Order 66 hadn't exactly left time for saving sentimental items.