Hello, I have a prompt (again)! Rexobi, “so… did you miss me?”, pretty please?
I was so tempted to write this as post-Hardeen reunion fic. SO TEMPTED. But Obi-Wan isn’t that much of a dick, and I couldn’t think of another way to spin that scene, so I’m going with something else. And I apologize in advance, because this got LONG.
“Rex,” his comm lights up, Cody’s ID flashing across his HUD, “have you got a lock on my General?”
“What- No! Am I supposed to?” Rex keeps one eye on the terrain passing by underneath the open bay doors as he pulls up the call signs on his internal map, checking friendlies versus clankers, enlarging the clusters of squads in close quarters to make sure Kenobi’s sign isn’t hidden in among them. Nothing. “He was supposed to stay with you!”
A burning airplane falls from the sky. A British army chaplain recalled how both sides stopped fighting to watch an aerial dogfight on July 20, 1916, during the Battle of Fromelles:
“The only occasion when we have heard troops in battle break into a spontaneous and whole-hearted cheer was when after a half-hour’s single combat on July 20, 1916, a German aeroplane crashed behind out lines, with the full glory of a blood-red sky in the background. The excitement had been so intense that on both sides the gunners had stopped firing to watch.”