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'Trust in it, believe in it and you will get it. Lover - come back to me?’
The battles roaring on the outside. The fires burning brightly, both structures and bodies alike becoming dust. Along with the nature once lush where greeneries lay, now all dull and grey.
Brutal, is the word for this kind of destruction, where nothing, and no one, survives.
But, somewhere, in the midst of all the horrors of war, something so fundamental thrives. Love.
The only constant in the galaxy, the universe, keeps on going, never showing signs of slowing down, not matter what just might be thrown its way.
And so, where there is love, there is always hope. That of winning something important back, even in the midst of battle, that might just be, the thing which keeps them all going.
*
The two Commanders had been sent to different locations.
It wasn’t unusual per se, Bacara and Neyo being in different locals, fighting in different battles. But this time, the distance between them seemed more palpable somehow.
The losses having become more grave to say the least as their enemy had deployed the much rumoured super weapon. A new form of regenerative droid. A machine capable of building itself back together from the pieces of itself and others of its kind around them right there, in the battlefield.
There had been rumours of course, of this, machine being built. Even reliable intel having been gathered of its existence. But, the speed it had been implemented had taken the GAR Commanders by surprise.
And the devastation left behind as this, monster of a thing, could not be easily destroyed. As the weakness it most certainly housed yet to be found, was having its toll on the soldiers surviving the skirmishes agains these, so called super droids.
But, no matter the dire situation, the clone troopers would always prevail.
And then having managed to capture one of these, machines, in tact no less, Bacara’s troopers were busy trying to figure out, what made this special droid tick.
Bacara had worked together with his men in trying to decipher the droids mechanics for a while now.
The problem was, that no matter what they managed to do, the super machine always seemed to counter any effort they had done.
Bacara and Neyo had worked on technical projects together before. It was that which had drawn the two of them together in the first place, having become fast, even close friends.
Despite the rumours going on amongst the troopers both in their respective squadrons, but also on Kamino, the two were not lovers. At least, neither of them had admitted as much to the other nor having acted on anything leading to that rumour to be true.
Not that neither Commander did not harbour such feelings for the other. But being the stoic, sometimes even considered cold figureheads they both were, such things never lingered long in either man’s conscious mind. At least that either of them admitted, not even to themselves most of the times.
But, clearly, they missed the others presence, having been long a part from the other. Being such good friends and all.
As of now though, things were about to change as Bacara had requested for Neyo to join him on his vessel. As this, captured new super weapon of their enemy needed all the effort they could muster to be able to defeat the rest of them in battle.
*
Neyo stepped out of the shuttle, having flown half way across the galaxy to get to where Bacara’s ship was located at.
This being a mission of utmost urgency and knowing that, Neyo had had the ship’s throttles at impossible speeds to get to his destination as quickly as possible.
Seeing Neyo on the platform, Bacara could not help the grin forming on his face. After all, seeing his best friend after a long spell, was, well, it warmed his sometimes chilly insides to no end. Not that Bacara would have admitted such a thing out loud. To anyone.
“Commander!”
Bacara greeted Neyo with their usual arm grip, the formality kept between them when in the field.
“You got here fast enough.”
Neyo let out a small chuckle.
“You said it was urgent, so yes, I did and here I am!”
“Hope it wasn’t anything important I dragged you away from.”
Joking never came easy to the rather dry humoured man. But the two of them had developed a rapport between them. And all jokes aside, they understood where the other was coming from.
“Nah, just a few bloody battles is all. I am sure my Lieutenants can handle them just fine.”
Neyo had left strict instructions for his second in commands, of course. But having trained them himself, Neyo knew they could handle things quite well in his absence.
Bacara smirked a little, Neyo being among the few who could actually bring such humorous and well, warm emotions forth in him. And visa versa, as the two of them understood each other without too many words needed between them.
After the regular few pleasantries had been exchanged the two of them made their way to the part of the ship where they had a makeshift, but quite functioning lab.
It was also there where they had the captive new droid held.
The appearance of this, new enemy super weapon was far from impressive. It looked rather ordinary. Similar to those of the battle droids the clone troopers faced on daily bases while out there in the fields of war.
“It, really doesn’t look that daunting at all, does it.”
Bacara was still in awe of the thing, even if it was the most terrifying weapon they had encountered, so far.
“No, it does not.”
Neyo was already familiar with all the research Bacara’s team had done in the short amount of time they had had the super droid in here possession.
“But, as you saw from the holo vids, the destruction these, things, can do and the way they, well, regenerate is frightening for sure.”
Bacara sounded contemplative in his statement, perhaps somewhat worried as he should be. Something he usually did not let on to anyone. But Neyo knew better. Knew Bacara better.
Then again, this weapon was something they really needed to be afraid of. As it was way out there, something which could not be defeated by conventional means.
“Don’t worry my friend, we’ll get the hang of this… droid of a thing, together.”
Neyo then casually and in a totally friendly manner, placed his arm around Bacara.
Simply to show his support for the other Commander. Totally acceptable behaviour between friends the two of them simply were.
“I am glad you are here.”
Bacara’s tone was a breathless whisper almost.
But, having felt the touch of his, friend, had felt good, assuring even.
Perhaps too good.
But, Bacara also knew, that together, they would be able to solve this. That they would be able to hack the super droid.
“As am I.”
Neyo simply told Bacara.
As even if Neyo could not help sensing there was more there, left unsaid by his, well, friend.
Or perhaps, it was simply wishful thinking on his part.