They ended up being re-deployed without a rest: going straight into the complete FUBAR that was Ringo Vinda. It galled Kix that he couldn’t find a rational explanation for what had happened to calm, sweet, sensible Tup, for him to go so completely off the deep end that he would execute a Jedi. Or why the karking Seppies wanted him so badly.
He spent most of the trip back patching up his brothers - he and Ryll worked tirelessly, first doing tandem surgeries on their brothers who were critical (something Kix had been worried about Ryll doing, but somehow his hands worked just fine when they really needed to, without the shakes they knew would hit big time later on), then moving onto the usual cuts, bruises, broken limbs, and non-critical blaster burns. Those Jesse had triaged first, to make sure they were stable clean and cooled. Over the course of the last three years, he had pulled more than his fair share of med bay time and, given he had helped Kix study when they had been kids, he knew more medicine than people gave him credit for.
They were finally back on Coruscant and attempting to relax in the almost vacant barracks (all of the younger men, and a substantial proportion of the older ones too, were out at 79s with most of the 212th) when Kenobi appeared. He waved off any attempt to get up for him.
“Any news, sir?” Kix asked as Jesse sorted out a drink for Cody’s general.
(Who was he kidding? Rex’s general.)
Kenobi looked positively exhausted. Kix wondered how long since he had last slept properly: more than likely well before the bombing at the Temple. He knew that Cody would sit on his general to make him rest, but proper sleep was a different thing, and Kix suspected it took Rex to make that happen these days.
“I’m afraid not,” he said. “We’re still waiting for results from the tests. They seem to agree with your initial guess, that it may be a virus of some sort. Possibly one engineered by the Separatists to target your DNA, and so they are also quarantining Fives in case he has been infected too. Rex is en route: he got directed back to the battleground so he’s coming a long way round.”
Kix frowned, scowling at his glass. “That doesn’t make any sense. If it was a virus, Tup and Rex were on the same shuttle for more than enough time for Rex to be infected too. Just as long as Fives. Even I would have been exposed, when I was trying to treat Tup back on Ringo Vinda.”
He didn’t need to look at his brothers to know that Cody, Jesse, and Boil were deeply uneasy following that statement.
One punch man helped me learn foreshortening tbh
Like this pose accidentally came out like Saitama-ish but i dont care because it took me like 3 tries to get that arm in the perfect position and draw it according to imagination