#Alpha-17 x Obi-Wan
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💙❤️Happy Valentine's Day!❤️💙
This year, decided to do a set!
"Spice" - Alpha-17 x Obi-Wan
"Sugar" - Fordo x Obi-Wan
Do you prefer your romance to be Sweet❤️ or Spicy💙?
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Codywan POTC AU ideas
Ok so people seemed to like the idea (and my lack of experience in actually making posts that reach people showed when I tried to make this post through reblogging and it didn't appear anywhere :') ) so here's what I currently have with some rough drawings!
Here's the original post I made about it
Ideas and drawings for AU below, please feel free to use!! No idea if I'll actually write something for it, the creature in charge of driving my brain will decide I guess.
Ok so, Obi-Wan fills the role of Elizabeth and Cody is Will in terms of who’s the governor’s child (or grandchild/ward here) and who is found floating at sea with a mysterious medallion and becomes a blacksmith. Going to deviate from the story a lot but needed Cody to have that blood importance link - you will see why later.
Dooku is governor who takes in his grandson Obi Wan as his ward after Qui-Gon’s death, then brings him with him to port royal (feel like Dooku is a good fit for all the colonisation/sugar plantations/definitely not the good guy the films presented him as considering Caribbean in the 1770s.) Obi-wan and Cody grow up keeping in contact and obliviously infatuated with each other as per films.
Not sure if there’s a Norrington equivalent here. Satine would probably be the easiest fit in terms of romantic triangle but couldn’t be an exact match as she’d never be a soldier even if we ignored period accuracy (no idea if I will or not) and a lot of his actions would be an insult to her as a character. Think it would probably be that Satine and Obi-Wan are dear friends who aren’t interested in each other romantically but are being pressured to marry because advantageous match etc. (Possibility of both getting into Methodism and abolitionism through that and that being their points of discussion, and the clash occurs when from start of events of second film Obi-Wan goes and begins to take a much more active route to abolition eg. Killing slavers and boarding their ships to liberate those inside. Satine being against the killing and violence etc but thats later on!)
For Captain Jack Sparrow, who better than the greatest space pirate of them all, Hondo Ohnaka! (Was considering having Quinlan Vos for it but feel like his moral compass is too strong honestly)
As in the films, black pearl (possibly renamed) attacks the port and Obi-Wan is taken aboard with medallion when he invokes parley and, when he gives his surname as Fett, is taken away as they leave. Barbossa I’m currently thinking is Maul (which ties in beautifully and absolutely not completely accidentally with the clone wars episode where Hondo’s crew mutiny him to join Maul) who is going to manage to get singularly obsessed with Obi-Wan by the end of the events of the first film where he is not actually dead/possibly reincarnated like Barbossa in the films but blames Obi-Wan for everything (which would honestly be more justified than the root of Mauls obsession in canon).
Cody breaks Hondo out to help him rescue Obi Wan, they assemble a crew on Tortuga. Various Jedi characters will be appearing as part of a large network of escaped slaves and outlaws (for various reasons) who want to help people in similarly difficult and/or dangerous situations. The Jedi have had dealings with Hondo before and essentially have a similar reaction to him as ghost crew in rebels - don’t trust him as far as they can throw him but often forced to work with him against their better judgement.
Plot progresses as first film but more oh the real villains are the colonisers (though Maul and his crew are giving them a run for their money). Find out that not only is Fett blood needed to break the curse since Jango was involved with initial treasure taking, but there’s a mysterious extra reason why people are wanting to get their hands on a son of Fett. Murmurs of gaining favours with others saying it’s bad luck to have one on the same ship as them. Jedi and Hondo who have known Fett are also reluctant to give their opinion when Cody asks what Jango was like.
Movie accurate romantic and sexual tension between obi-wan and cody, gonna say period accurate homophobia also playing its part in stopping them acting on it.
After being rescued from being marooned Obi-Wan promises Dooku he will marry Satine if they rescue Cody, then sneaks out of ship to help take the Pearl and then on to rescue Cody. If it is Jedi in the crew they may well go with him but otherwise same as film. Hondo persuades Maul that he should become a commodore and Mauls crew “take a walk”. Then events as film but Obi wan kills Maul.
When they’re back at port royal, Cody saves Hondo from execution and Obi Wan saves them both either through really banking on his power as Dooku’s ward/heir or sneaking them away with distraction (possibly even before execution date). I quite like the second option as there’s an opportunity for using smugglers tunnels and a first, desperate kiss as Cody escapes with Hondo to join the crew on the Pearl.
So ends first film as it were. Here’s some more rough drawings of Cody and Obi-Wan start of first film vs third film. I absolutely used a reference for that first drawing of Cody and I nabbed the obi wan base for the drawings from another piece I’m working on so sorry about style discrepancies!
Second film! Satine and Obi-Wan’s wedding is taking place the next day and Cody, who has been writing letters back and forth with Obi-Wan , is waiting in the smugglers cave for him so they can run away together. But Obi-Wan never shows. Cody either hears at port or through Satine directly (who knew the plan to run away and was banking on the scandal meaning she could avoid marriage for a good while afterwards) that Obi-Wan has been taken into captivity by a Lord Palpatine/Sidious working for the interests of the East India Trading Company. The charges are for aiding and abetting pirates, his role in helping Hondo and Cody escape has been discovered apparently (maybe yes maybe no, Palpatine doesn’t give a fuck he just wants the compass). Cody somehow finds out about the compass being the wanted trade (Satine as a go between perhaps? Saying she’ll send hired men to get the thing that will save her fiancé?) and heads off in search of Hondo.
Hondo’s meanwhile been visited by an old friend to tell him it’s time to pay his debt, and the black spot appears in his hand. Surprise it’s not Jango! It’s Either Fox or Rex! Hondo scared shitless and runs ship aground on an island which is where Cody finds him and his crew at that time. (Do the Jedi help him get there??) Anyway think the island scenes will be more OFMD vibes than actual events of dead man’s chest.
Hondo tricks Cody into going onto shipwreck to search for key he’ll trade in return for compass. Flying Dutchman arrives and with it it’s captain, Darth Vader.
Another very rough drawing I added extremely rough shading to! Vader is combined Davy jones style with a vampire squid because 1) on brand 2) the membrane sections reminded me of the his mask. He’s wearing a bicorn hat which wouldn’t actually be the trend for another couple of decades but let’s just pretend Vader is incredibly fashion forward.
Cody is alive and so not of interest to Vader, until Hondo, who Vader has sensed and has appeared in front of on the Pearl, tells Vader that he’s a Fett and so part of his payment of 100 souls. Vader scoffs that a Fett son is payment of another’s debt and can’t be used by Hondo, but Hondo replies that Jango Fett died on land and so has no need to settle his debt anymore. Vader finally accepts when Hondo tells him Cody is in love, giving him a fortnight to find the other 99 souls.
Cody hasn’t heard this on the other ship so first he hears of it is Vader basically telling him and welcoming him as another son of Fett. Cody is confused when Vader tells him he can join his brothers on deck, figures he means crew mates, but instead comes face to face with dozens of men who look near identical to him in various states of ‘fishification’.
More rough drawings! I spent too much time on these but they’re still rough so heck it. Only did Alpha 17, Rex and Fox for these ones.
Alpha has been part of the crew for the longest time, as the first son that Jango Fett ‘paid his debt’ with. Torn between hair styles, but he’s turning into a great white shark. Alpha hasn’t known any life outside of the ship as he was barely walking when Jango took him to Vader. Jango essentially decided to settle his debt with Vader by making the souls to give himself because he’s a full out bastard. Mostly this meant one night stands and then showing up a few years down the line and promising to the mother he’d take care of the child.
Fox actually managed to live his life without Jango taking him as a child but it was still a hard life and he’s actually encountered Lord Palpatine/Sidious before. He doesn’t talk of that time but he has the brand on his neck from it (the pirate P). Either Palpatine killed him or eventually he either ran into Jango or those who knew of sons of Fett and believed that sending one to Vader would grant you favour from him/gain you a wish or something. It doesn’t, Vader just subtracts one from Fett’s debt. (Possibility of Palpatine killing Fox hoping to gain communication/favour with Vader?)
Rex is the most recent addition to the brothers in the crew aside from Cody. He’s only a couple of years younger and only a bit of fishification has started. He’s the most hopeful still of the brothers. He’s the one Cody trusts most and has as a confidant for his plan to steal the key.
Meanwhile Obi-Wan has escaped and disguised himself as a pirate. Manages to find Hondo and various Jedi. They may their way to island with the chest on it and Cody, who has managed to escape the Dutchman (name change pending) appears and fights Hondo.
Feel it would be kind of funny if Maul were to appear at this point and go all KENOBI, just to add to the chaos.
Vader is Anakin and fulfils the role of Davy Jones with Calypso being Padme (fun bit when they go to see her in her human form and they’re met by the handmaidens). Not a perfect fit as padme isn’t flighty and wild like the sea but hey ho. So Vader locked away his heart and trapped Padme in human form.
I honestly have no idea if the twins are running around somewhere or not and what they’re doing. Ashoka is definitely around somewhere as is Ezra and other rebels.
Had an idea of reincarnation or believed to be of Obi-Wan as someone Vader viewed as his in some way. Can either actually be reincarnation of just that they look similar/obi-wan is a descendant but Vader ends up obsessed with him which helps add validity when they pretend he’s Calypso/Padme.
Satine has been facing off with Palpatine and his cronies from a legal stand point but Palpatine isn’t playing fair or legal (particularly when he gets Vader’s heart (possibly delivered by Maul?)). Bo Katan would be sick to turn up and fight anyone and everyone.
Not sure if Jango is actually dead or not, but he had Boba and since he stuck around and loved his mother he thinks of him as his true child and has amazing cognitive dissonance to not be horrified and trying to rescue the others. But think he’s probably dead and boba’s running around somewhere not even aware how much danger he’s in (but possibly told by Jango not to tell people his real surname).
Oh also! Note on initial drawing - so I imagine that occurring with Mace Windu filling the role of Barbossa in the wedding scene!
Anyway hope there’s something in here that intrigues people!
#codywan#commander cody#my art#obi wan kenobi#alpha 17#captain rex#commander fox#obi wan x cody#codywan au#star wars#star wars au#potc au#Hope I'll actually be able to find it this time in the tag!#codywan art
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[FIC] Nothing But Bones ~ Star Wars Prequels ~ Alpha-17/Obi-Wan Kenobi ~ Mature
Title: Nothing But Bones
Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Era
Author: Batsutousai
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Alpha-17/Obi-Wan Kenobi, background cloneshipping
Warnings: Alternate Universe, Order 66, post-Order 66, PTSD, non-binary clone troopers, survivor's grief, OC death, bad coping methods, original slave characters, miscommunication
Summary: Alpha-17 finds Obi-Wan, after the galaxy's gone to hell.
Seventeen looked across at him. Kenobi had lowered the blaster, but he hadn't put it away. He looked tired, worn down and suspicious, and Seventeen found themself wanting to reach out to him, to pull him close and hug him, like Baar had done during bad nights on Kamino.
(Somehow, they'd gone soft, in the years between Rattatak and now. They weren't certain how to feel about that.)
"I thought you were dead," Seventeen admitted, knew from the way that Rokaia stiffened that she understood.
They'd thought Kenobi would, too—they'd never been able to hide much from him, not with his Force—but he just sighed and asked, in a tired voice, "Why are you here, Seventeen?"
Seventeen took a moment to debate all the possible answers to that, before saying, "I came here to die."
Rokaia let out a sound like she'd been stabbed, while Kenobi just closed his eyes, looking tired and worn as thin as Seventeen felt.
"Where's Cody?" Seventeen had to ask, because they couldn't imagine the little shit would allow their general out on his own, not when his mere existence was a crime.
"Cody," Kenobi said, agony in his voice, "ordered me shot."
Seventeen felt the words like a bolt in the gut, couldn't stop from staggering to the side, Rokaia dragged along with, shouting their name, until they could lean against the nearest wall, trying to catch their breath, to breathe through the horror of Cody, just another faceless body in armour, wanting the Jedi they'd sworn to Seventeen to guard with their life—on pain of a punishment spar or suicide runs or whatever punishment Seventeen thought would hurt enough—dead.
Kriff, they did not need that nightmare fuel.
They felt Rokaia pulling away from them, opened their eyes to look, see why, only to find Kenobi had approached, within easy reach, and Seventeen couldn't stop themself from reaching out, towards him, needing to touch, to know he was real.
Kenobi flinched.
Seventeen froze, hands outstretched, thought about pulling away. Stepping back. Leaving.
(Their voice had ordered him shot; their face had stood for a mutiny, had stared blankly at the scene of a murder; they could not blame Kenobi if he wanted nothing to do with them.)
Except, then, Kenobi reached out, catching one of Seventeen's hands with his own.
Seventeen felt it like an electroshock, couldn't tell if they wanted to flinch back or lunge forward, and so was left trapped in stillness, watching Kenobi step forward, closer still, close enough that Seventeen could wrap their hands around his throat and squeeze.
(They were a weapon, had always been, but they had never felt quite so dangerous around Kenobi before, not like this.)
"Are you going to shoot me?" Kenobi asked, quiet.
Something in Seventeen felt like it had cracked open, raw and bleeding, and they had to swallow down bile or a scream, they couldn't say which, before they could say, "No." Swallowed again, harder, and managed to add, "I'm gonna shoot Cody."
Kenobi's smile was a bitter, brittle thing, and Seventeen couldn't resist, any more, the urge to pull him close, against their chest, and wrap their arms around him, ignoring his stiffness, the terror that they hadn't seen on Rattatak, not once, but fancied they could smell on him, now.
Kenobi stayed stiff for a moment that dragged into hours and days, before he relaxed with a whispered, "Oh," and strong hands came up to clench at Seventeen's shoulders, tight enough to ache, to hopefully leave bruises deep, where they would throb for days, so Seventeen couldn't forget that this was real, that he was real. Here. Alive.
"I thought you were dead," Seventeen said again, tried not to care when their voice cracked.
"I'm not," Kenobi whispered, and squeezed Seventeen's shoulders, then pulled away.
You can read the whole fic on Archive of Our Own!
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stay with me (Sith Obi-Wan x Alpha-17)
Day 2 "Seduction" for @sithobiwanevent
Canon Era, Canon Divergence, Mutual Pining (pre-fic conversation included at the end <3)
Alpha-17 pauses when Obi-Wan touches him. He’s paused right now, caught in a moment between working his fingers over the final catch of his vambrace and the act of throwing it over the railing. Like this, he’s beautiful, classically so, the kind of statue that critics would flock to and run their greedy fingers over the hunch of his shoulders and marvel over the harsh lines carved across his face as his mouth twists in frustration. He’s always beautiful, but Obi-Wan lets himself appreciate it more in moments like these, paused moments, the height of a breath and the waver of a step.
He’s not very good at being a Sith.
“Are you sure?”
He’s asked it before, worked his reasoning into the tread of a dingy cantina sideroom and twisted it around bloodless fingers in the rattle of a transport ship to try and make Alpha-17 understand. His tongue is heavy, tin plated with silver, and Obi-Wan swallows against the tang of it. “You’ve given up so much already. Please.”
Alpha-17 tips his head to one side, his gaze sliding from the tips of Obi-Wan’s fingers resting at the crook of his elbow to his face. His brow is still pinched in concentration even after Obi-Wan had broken it so thoroughly, his emotions clinging to his features until they’re overwritten by something new and Obi-Wan can never quite tell what Alpha-17 is thinking. Like here, now. It’s Alpha-17’s armour that he has scattered over the galaxy like waypoints, his helmet that he left in Obi-Wan’s room when they had left, Alpha-17 resolutely on his heels despite Obi-Wan’s best efforts. They aren’t General and Captain here but Obi-Wan can still feel the weight of it around his neck, dragging him downwards, drawing him forwards. He can’t stop running.
It would be the end of them both.
“Don’t worry, sir.” Alpha-17 peels the vambrace from his wrist, his arm shifting slightly beneath Obi-Wan’s touch and, if he wants to delude himself further, deliberately remaining in contact with him.
Alpha-17 holds the vambrace up, inspecting it carefully. The light catches the planes of his face, a variation of features present in every corner of the galaxy from the curve of his mouth to the dark sheen of his eyes, and Obi-Wan remembers when he had Fallen. It had thought it would hurt, a betrayal of everything he had tried so hard to emulate and live by, a Code engraved onto his tongue and his bones and every thought in his head, but it had been easy.
Living with himself after is proving to be harder.
“You can just buy me a new set, sir.” Alpha-17 opens his hand and the vambrace falls. He doesn’t watch it drop, turning his gaze back to Obi-Wan with all the gravity of a collapsing star demanding to be observed and worshipped. He’s grinning, lopsided due to the line of scarring over one cheek, exposing the sharp line of his canines.
“I don’t have any money.”
“You're Sith now, sir.” Alpha-17 steps back from the railing, circling Obi-Wan to rest at his side. Obi-Wan’s hand is still resting on Alpha-17’s arm, tucked into the crook of his elbow. Something burns inside his chest, a slow creep of smoke that curls up his throat and spits embers into his cheeks. He wants.
“I am?” Obi-Wan tries for a statement and misses, his voice creeping upwards at the end. He swallows, fixing his gaze on the winding path that dips back into the shadows of the city, breathing in the faint smoky scent of a battlefield that never seems to leave Alpha-17.
“We can find some.”
We. Together still. What a strange pair they made, a disgraced Jedi General Fallen from grace and from the only life he had ever known and a clone captain defector because he had chosen to disobey orders and had gotten a taste for it.
Obi-Wan sighs, letting his eyes drift closed as they move into the shadows, trying to cling to the last specks of sunlight in the colours that twist across the back of his eyelids. It is like trying to read a language that he knows but it isn’t the same, his emotions simmering just beneath the surface and his rage has never been closer. It’s heavier now, the blunt edge of a hammer resting against his palm, a chain around his throat, and he squeezes Alpha-17’s arm tighter, pressing his nails into his flesh. He needs this to be real.
“Sir?”
“It’s nothing.”
“If you say so, sir.”
Alpha-17’s armour hadn’t cost much. If Obi-Wan still had access to the Republic’s databases — and he very well may with the ranks still in uproar over his actions, a gulf the size of a planet torn open for the watchful gaze of the universe to flood into — then he would be able to scan through the network of files for the exact amount of armour that had been commissioned and the cost. It had always been paraded as being too much, too much, lacking a clear cost to benefit ratio, to pull the funding from the Senate’s grasping hands so they could make do. They had stretched and stretched what funds they had and it wouldn’t be enough, could never make up for the sacrifice of their men, but they could try and keep a few more of them alive. If Obi-Wan could have, he would have gotten them beskar.
He could get Alpha-17 beskar.
Glancing sideways, Obi-Wan takes in Alpha-17’s profile again. They’re close enough in height, Obi-Wan only slightly taller, but Alpha-17 carries himself like a much taller man, broad even without his armour. His steps are steady despite the uneven slant of the street as they wind their way through the exposed underbelly of this city.
“What planet is this?”
Alpha-17’s gaze shifts as he thinks, an unconscious habit exposed without the embrace of his helmet. There are a few that Obi-Wan has already noticed that are common to most of the clones when they had gone without their helmets; the shift of their mouth to activate an internal comlink before they spoke first, the way they would settle into a straight-backed stance like an old building relaxing into its foundations, but the pausing when Obi-Wan touches him is entirely Alpha-17’s. It is still there, a barely-noticeable twitch halting the sway of his body whenever Obi-Wan’s grip shifts, drawing their point of contact back into stark relief.
“Not sure, sir. Somewhere in the mid-rim if I have to guess.”
Obi-Wan nods. Not somewhere where beskar would be easy to obtain, by any school of thought. Armour of any kind would be beneficial for them both, but… He wants this gift to be meaningful. In some traditions, Mandalorian offshoots especially, what he is considering would be a courting gift. He couldn’t say if Alpha-17 knew that is what he is asking for, the double-meaning laced between his words that he offers as casually as he does his arm, his support, his refusal to leave even when Obi-Wan had begged him to. Prodding his tongue against his lower lip, Obi-Wan tastes iron, a memory of the blood splashed across his face. He will tear the stars out of the sky before he loses another person.
“We should head towards Mandalore. I have some things I need to pick up.”
Alpha-17 grins. “Yessir.”
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“You can’t come with me, Alpha-17. You have to know this.”
“Yes, sir. I do.”
“And yet, I notice you’re continuing to pack.”
“Very observant of you, sir.”
“Alpha-17, please. I can’t keep you safe if you’re with me.”
“I can manage that well enough for us both, General.”
“I’m not your General, Alpha-17. Not anymore.”
“I know, sir. As you’ve just pointed out, you’re a Sith. You’re not a Jedi and so you aren’t in charge of me anymore. That means I don’t have to listen to you anymore. Now, shall we go?”
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Alpha-17 & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Clone Troopers & Obi-Wan Kenobi
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Alpha-17 (Star Wars), Tholme (Star Wars), Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody, Helix the Clone Medic (SWModdy)
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Non-Graphic Violence, Aftermath of Torture, Non-Graphic Depictions of Warfare, Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars), general reference to lack of body autonomy for clones, BAMF Obi-Wan Kenobi, Protective CC-2224 | Cody, Protective Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Culture (Star Wars), Stewjoni Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sithspawn Stewjoni (Star Wars), Sithspawn Obi-Wan Kenobi, No Beta We Die Like Clones, POV Alpha-17, POV Helix, Jedi Culture & Tradition (Star Wars)
Series: Part 1 of Dark Star
Summary:
Obi-Wan Kenobi has been hiding his species all his life. When he is forced to disclose that he isn't even Near-Human, he doesn't get the reaction from the Clone Troopers that he was expecting.
See below for my casting choices:
#star wars clones wars#fanfic#obi-wan kenobi#alpha-17#obi-wan & alpha-17#rattatak#obi-wan x cody#stewjoni#sithspawn
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i'm shipping cody/obi-wan/alpha-17! it's very hot and very sinful, isn't it?
ooh first person to mention alpha-17 here👀
I think you galaxy brained w that one
#alpha-17/obi wan is another interesting ship#but falls into the obi wan x everyone in the galaxy#come to think of it do u think it's bc of ewan mcgregor's film roles?#side-eyes i love u phillip morris and halston and velvet goldmine#not art
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Shades of Blue
[Rex x Fem!Medic!reader. Soulmate AU, multiple kinds but Rex's happens to be colorblindness until your soulmate touches you. Warnings: Violence, Injury and Gore, Nonsexual Partial nudity, Angst. Inspired by @mandos-mind-trick series.]
Soulmates weren't rare by any means. In fact, Rex would even go as far as to say that it was more rare not to have a soulmate than to have one.
The numbers were a little different when it came to clones. Many didn't live long enough to meet a member of another species, let alone form a relationship with them.
Rex wasn't so lucky.
He had adapted well to his colorblindness, his batchmates covered for him until he learned to tell the subtle differences between shades of grey. He learned that the red wires in a droid popper were always the thicker wires, he learned that the stun power packs and the regular power packs for the training blasters were different weights.
After Kamino, he learned even more. Blue paint smelled slightly different than red. Poisonous plants usually had some sort of easily recognizable pattern, but always be careful with what you touch.
Joining the 501st was a bit of a culture shock. General Skywalker took a liking to him immediately and decided he didn't want another clone to be in charge, promoting him to Captain. Kamino had forbade he become a commander, despite the command training. The blond hair and the fact that he had a soulmate kept him from advancing, he would have stayed a trooper if it weren't for Skywalker.
He was sure he'd die a newly promoted captain when Skywalker found out about his soulmate. Skywalker just grinned.
"I remember waiting for my own colors, not that there was much to see on Tatooine." Was all he said, patting Rex on the shoulder and walking away, leaving Rex dumbfounded in his wake.
"Sir?" His voice was slightly more strangled than he would have liked, calling after Skywalker. Skywalker laughed, but disappeared around a corner.
Rex waited in fear for the demotion, the notice he was sent back to Kamino, anything to do with his defect. Instead, he found battle maps more clearly labeled, he found medical supplies color coded yes but with shapes to go with the colors now. Rex found the paint cans labeled with careful Aurabesh, in Skywalker's messy handwriting, each individual color and what they were used for. The reds and golds for the jedi starfighters. The blues of the battalion.
That was how Rex learned his armor was blue. He asked Skywalker about it, in the long missions in orbit or the days spent in hyperspace.
"What's Blue, general?" He asked, looking at the newly done Jaig eyes on his helmet. "That's our armor, right? Blue accents?"
"Yep." Skywalker was currently elbow deep in his starfighter, something he insisted was 'relaxing' but had Rex on standby in case he got stuck or something. "Blue, huh? Blue is... Blue is Family." Skywalker settled on eventually. "That's the color of Mine and Obi-Wan's lightsabers, and all of your brothers have blue armor, and you were trained by Alpha 17, who had blue armor too." The jedi grunted as he untangled a ball of wire from the engine.
"Family? I thought Red was what people used for family..." He traced the fresh cut talleys into the paint on his vambrace. One for every tactical droid they took out planetside.
"Red? Eh, I guess you could... Red is blood. Adrenaline. Fire is red. Passion. Dooku and the other sith have Red sabers. You're mandalorian, right? Or... kinda, Half mando?" Skywalker yanked a piece of frayed wire out of the messy ball.
"I... I speak the language, and know the culture intimately, but I have no clan to call my own." Rex supplied. "Red, on armor at least, is for honoring a parent or a family member."
"Yeah, I can see that... But blue is more alive than red. I don't know how to explain it. It's the color of most unpolluted skies. It's the color of water, and that's a rarity for so many people. Kamino is mostly blues and greys and blacks. On Tatooine, we fought for the color blue. Water was so precious in the desert. When I met my soulmate, she was wearing blue." Skywalker gets a goofy grin on his face.
"You kept your soulmate bond, sir?" Rex asked. Skywalker sat up out of the belly of the fighter.
"I did. We agreed it would be more beneficial to both parties to keep it. Pass me that wrench, would you?"
And that was the end of that conversation.
The next time Rex thought about his soulmate, he was meeting the natborn medic assigned to Torrent company to help take the load off of Kix and Coric so they could 'spend more time actually doing their job of fighting rather than running around trying to keep everyone else alive.'
Rex really disliked natborns sometimes. He was fully prepared to dislike you too. That is, until he actually met you.
"Captain Rex, right?" You asked, holding out a gloved hand to shake his as he gave you a once over, appreciating the light armor you were wearing and the utility belt full of equipment. Rex smiled as you gave your name.
"Glad to have you, Doc. You've already met Coric and his junior officer Kix?" Rex asked. You nodded.
"I'm all settled in and ready to go too, wherever you need me, Sir." You saluted sharply at him. "I'm really impressed with the organization levels here. Everything is labeled so neatly I forget I can't see the colors yet." Kix coughed awkwardly as he interjected himself into the conversation.
"As hard as Kaminoans tried, they couldn't find a way to remove soul-bonds from us clones. Not all of us have one, and like anyone else we have different ones, but a few of us are color-bound to our mate. Coric is one of them, and he doesn't let it slow him down at all. Neither does the captain here." Kix clarifies. Rex gave him a look. "What? She's not gonna tell anyone. Right?"
You paled, waving your hands for emphasis. "No! I would never want to get anyone in trouble. If... what's the word you use for us? If natborn officers can have them you should too. My lips are sealed, promise." You met each of their eyes and they both relaxed an almost imperceptible amount.
Rex gave you a slight smile. "Let's get you acquainted with the other men, shall we? You're assigned to my company and trust me, you're gonna have a heck of a time getting us in to the medbay."
You gave him a cheshire grin. "Is that a challenge, Captain?"
~~~
You got to work quickly, as the men prepped and drilled for planetside deployment to Christophsis, you were right there, training your body to hold more supplies, to get to wounded faster. Every extra second shaved off your mile run was a life saved, you told yourself. Every time you got out of a sim to see a faster time, you smiled.
Even Kix was impressed.
"You're working yourself to the bone, Doc. You're already here, what are you trying to prove?" He asks, handing you a water bottle as you finish a set in the weight room.
"Prove? I'm working side by side with genetic perfection. And somebody's gotta make sure y'all don't go and get yourself killed." You took the bottle and sipped at it slowly, sitting up. Kix just shrugged and continued to spot you while you worked.
After Christophsis, and later Teth, he said nothing more about it. His cheerful, joking manner was replaced by quiet competency and a determination to see as many brothers as he could to the end of the war.
You sat with him when Coric caught a blaster bolt in the neck, and there was nothing either of you could do. With a choking softness in his voice, he looked at you.
"How? How is he dead?" The words brought a fresh wave of pain.
"Internal decapitation. The bolt went right through his spinal column. He was dead before he hit the ground." You intoned into the heavy silence. Kix shook his head and sat back from where the two of you had been sitting side by side on the empty surgery table, already scrubbed of blood from the day's activities and ready to be packed up when Torrent was dispatched back to the Resolute tomorrow morning.
You frowned, confused, as Kix stripped off the upper part of his blacks and turned so you could see his back. You had seen him shirtless before, in passing glances. You knew about the soulmark scrawled between his shoulderblades, the words in beautiful cursive and splashed with several different hues from what you could tell. You had never bothered to look at the words, but you did now.
Kix, as in Coric's little brother Kix?
Your heart broke a little. "Kix... Kix look at me." You reached up and pressed a hand to either side of his face. Misty eyes, tired and lost and so utterly broken, stared up at you. "We have soulmate bonds for a reason, ok? You can't break the bond until you've met the person." You pulled him into a hug, letting him hide his face in your neck as he struggled to come to terms with his grief of losing a brother. "You'll meet them one day, Kix. I know it. It'll be alright. Coric met his soulmate a few months ago, do we have anything to give to her?"
Kix let himself have a few more moments of just being in the presence of another person who cared. Who understood.
"He had a necklace she had given him... and his gauntlets. I have both. Do you want to come with Rex and I when we give them to her?" Kix asked softly. You nodded, a pit forming in your stomach at the idea of the next shore leave. You and Coric were close, and had met his soulmate a handful of times last time you were on Coruscant.
"Yeah. Let me go grab some stuff, ok? Then we need to head to bed." You got up to leave the room right as a knock sounded on the door.
"Doc, Kix, you in there?" Rex's voice came from the hall as Kix hurriedly tugged on his shirt again.
"Yeah, we're here." You called as he stepped in.
"I'm sorry to interrupt I need casualty counts from the wounded after battle." The captain rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Oh. I have those." Kix left the room in a hurry, and as you caught a glimpse of his back, adorned with the republic symbol and making it very obvious the top of his blacks were on backwards. Rex may have been colorblind but he was stupid observant when he needed to be.
He often needed to be in a warzone.
"Doc." Rex nodded at you in greeting after Kix had left.
"Captain. Been a helluva day, hasn't it." You sit down again on the floor, leaning your head against the wall behind you. "We lost Coric. He met his soulmate not to long ago. We're looking for his personal stuff to give back to her."
Rex sighed softly. A ache all of them felt for their brother's soulmate but few brothers lived long enough to know first hand.
"What about you and Kix?" Rex asked, taking a seat next to you. His plastoid plates click as he settles himself on the ground. "Has your world-" He made a gesture to his eyes with his hands. You laughed bitterly.
"Me and Kix? That would make things a lot simpler wouldn't it. No. I... It's his story to share. His soulmate apparently knew Coric by name." Rex took a deep breath.
"Yeah, yeah that would make sense. I'm sorry I assumed." He shrugged a little in his armor.
You sighed. "You?" You asked, looking at him. Rex ran a gloved hand over his pale hair.
"No. I... No. It's not I go around grabbing people anyways." He laughed humorlessly.
"Maybe we'll get lucky one day, you and I." You said softly. "Find our person. The Maker... Force... Universe, whatever, wouldn't give us another half unless we'd meet them." You looked at him, tracing the monotone contours of his armor.
"Yeah? What if we end up like poor Coric?" Rex sighed. "You... you get it. Even for a natborn, you eat with us, sleep with us, you know us. We're... not made for long term use. I don't want to leave anyone behind."
You hummed, not really saying anything. The two of you sat in silence for a long moment before Rex hauled himself to his feet, offering you a hand. You clasped his hand, latex glove on the blacks that covered his palm.
"We're gonna need rest for tomorrow. It'll be an exhausting day."
You couldn't agree more.
~~~
You cradled Coric's helmet as Rex knocked on the door of Coric's girlfriend's door. You recognized her instantly when she opened it, a dark skinned twi'lek with pale tattoos.
"Uh.. Good evening, Sirs?" She asked, a tremble in her voice. You took your cue to step forward, presenting Coric's helmet.
"I'm so sorry, Ma'am. There was nothing we could do."
Her face crumpled as she took the helmet. "I... I know. I felt it." She whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. Kix stepped forward too, placing a hand on her shoulder. She leaned into his touch.
"I'm so sorry Ma'am, I have his necklace and vambraces here for you too." Her head whipped up to look at Kix, tearstained and wide eyed. Rex nudged him.
"Kix..."
The Twi'lek shook her head, dropping Coric's helmet with a clatter. "Kix... as in Coric's little brother Kix?" She asked, barely waiting for Kix's stunned nod before she pulled him into a hug.
"I'm sorry about your brother." She whispered, and Kix just shook his head, a bitter laugh bubbling out of his throat.
"I'm sorry about your soulmate."
You put a hand on Rex's shoulder opposite of his pauldron. "C'mon, Captain, let me buy you a drink while they adjust to each other's presence." You murmured low enough for him to hear. Rex glanced back at the two, Kix now also in tears and not letting go of the poor girl, who was sobbing into his chestplate.
The two of you walked in thick silence, the 79's a few blocks down from Kix's soulmate's apartment. Rex stopped short at the entrance of the bar.
"I... I'm usually not one for clubbing. Too many people." He hedged. You gave him a reassuring smile.
"We'll just grab a seat in the back then?" You propose. Rex still looked hesitant, but nodded after a moment. You insisted on buying drinks since Rex hated spending his small stipend on something like alcohol. As you two waited, him watching the crowd and you sneaking glances at him.
He was beautiful, in the black and white shades that made up your reality. All the clones were, but he stood out to you. You flushed slightly as he caught you staring.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" He asked. You laughed and shook your head.
"I... you're gonna laugh." You said, looking at the table and tracing the grain with a finger tip.
"Did I do something stupid?" Rex asked, giving you a wry look. You snorted.
"No, no you haven't. You not the kind to make stupidity a habit. I was wondering what color your hair was." You blurted out. Rex groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Hey, I'm still the same stock as Fives, gotta make sure he's not rubbing off." He took a sip of his spotchka, mouth twisting slightly until the tang settled into a pleasant burn in his throat. "My hair is blond, according to Skywalker. A yellowish color. Everyone else's' is black or dark brown."
You took a drink yourself, coughing at the taste. "Ok, that is awful." Rex snorted.
"That's the point. Don't worry, I'll getcha back to the barracks." He promised, a fond smile flitting across his face.
"Going soft on me, Captain?" You asked.
"For you? The entire GAR is soft. You could probably get Fox to take a nap by batting your eyes." Rex chuckled. You swatted at his arm, hand bouncing off his armor.
"Hush. If rumors about you are true I'll be hauling you to the barracks rather than the other way around, lightweight."
Rex just took another drink to spite you.
~~~
The last place for healing that you would expect to take place is on the Battlefield, but here you are ducking and covering between the rounds of rocket mortars.
Explosions shook the ground, and everything hazed out around the edges as you in grey smoke and black soot. Dark blood stained your body and none of it was yours. You heard the shout Kix gave when it happened, but he was too busy to react.
"The Captain's down!" The roar went up among the men and you weren't one to hesitate, springing into action to cross the four hundred meters between you and the Captain. Rex was holding his side and gasping, frighteningly still. Blood, dark and thick as oil spilled from the gash on the left side of his chest in spurts.
You instantly were yelling orders, trying to get a perimeter set up around the two of you as you pried the captain's helmet off so he wasn't gasping through his respirator.
His breathing was ragged, his lips chapped and cracked, eyes hazy as your gloved hand brushed dust off his face.
"Stay with me, Rex. You're not allowed to die on me yet." You yelled above the din so he could hear. He gave you the barest hint of a nod, if not the the intensity in his eyes you would have thought it a spasm.
You pried his chestplate off, plackart coming with it as you inspected the damage. You couldn't tell if the piece of debris that had done this had punctured more than a lung, you felt up under his jaw for a pulse but there wasn't one you could surely feel with your gloves.
You yanked one off with your teeth, jamming it under his chin as you tried to get a read of what was going on with his heart.
Rex gasped under you, eyes going out of focus as you gritted your teeth and counted the beats to make sure he wasn't in danger of a puncture in his heart.
You kept pressure on the wound, wincing as his broken ribs creaked under your hands, red seeping out-
Oh.
Oh Kriff.
You laughed slightly hysterically as you gave him a stim to help with the bleeding and pain, spraying bacta over the wound. "You seeing this, Captain?" You asked. Rex's blood was vibrant across your hands, sending a painful twist through your stomach. The stripes, the blue stripes, in his armor was almost completely covered by golden-brown dirt and red blood and black soot. Even the greys and blacks looked more life-like, vibrant and real.
Rex's eyes held a dreamlike haze to them as an explosion, brilliant gold, flashed over head. He was drifting slightly in and out of consciousness as you worked, eyes wandering in silent wonder at this new reality. Red blood. Dusty armor. Gold fire. And high high above this messy battle was blue sky.
Blue.
It was the color of your armor, strong steady hands bandaging the wound and keeping pressure.
It was the color of his own shattered plating.
It was the color of the sky. Freedom
Rex could see now why Skywalker called blue Family. The two felt remarkably similar.
"ey-.... Hey!" You patted his cheek until his eyes fluttered open and tried to focus on you. He didn't remember closing them. "Hang on, Rex. Medevac is coming, we're getting you out of here and pulling a tactical retreat." You yelled, brushing some dust off his face. His eyes followed your blurry form, suddenly snapping into focus. You gave him a lopsided smile.
"There you are. Hang on, Cyare." The clone word of endearment fell from your lips so naturally. "You aren't leaving anybody behind yet." Rex tried to talk, his breath coming out in a raspy gasp. You shook your head. "Save your breath. Ok."
Rex managed a nod, fumbling with his right hand to grasp your arm, squeezing twice. You nod.
"I'll be there when you wake up, Captain. Promise." There was a roar above your heads and a LAAT/i dropped down right in front of you two, and you lunged to get a gurney prepped as blasterfire splashed around you. A clone Rex didn't recognize lifted him, careful not to disturb the bactapatching on his side.
He listened with half a mind to your chattering as your bare hand brushed his head, fingers playing over his gold, you told him, hair. Rex fought to keep his eyes open, trying to obey and stay awake until he felt the shift in his stomach that meant artificial gravity had kicked in and they were on the Resolute once more.
"Ok, Rex. You can sleep now. You're in the clear now." Your soft voice finally said, and he went out like a candle in the wind.
~~~
You paced the medbay, forcing yourself not to spend too much time gawking at the vibrancy of everything. You could do that properly when Rex was awake. Currently, Kix was taking him out of a bacta tank and he was set to wake up in a few minutes but those few minutes felt like hours.
Your head snapped around as Kix stepped out, fond exasperation written across his face.
“He’s been asking for you since I took the tube out of his throat.” Kix stepped aside and let you into the small room, then shut the door to give you some privacy.
Rex was watching the heart monitor in it’s different colors with rapt fascination until you made your presence known, leaning against the rails of his gurney.
“Hey.” You murmured, looking him over and deciding he looked much better when he wasn’t covered in blood and dirt. Deep bronze skin, amber-gold eyes and white-gold hair made for a stunning figure. “We… certainly danced around this for a while.”
He laughed, a hoarse, grating sound that still made you smile. His left hand fumbled a bit until you slipped yours in it. His thumb slipped back and forth across your knuckles.
“I had hoped.” Rex whispered. “Stupid armor.”
You laughed, swatting at his shoulder gently. “Your armor keeps you alive. So what if it caused a little delay. We’re together now.” You said the last phrase with some trepidation. Rex nodded instantly.
“We weren’t made to be apart, Mesh’la.” You squeezed his hand tightly at his words.
“Rex? I’m scared.” You whispered. Rex struggled to push himself up into a more proper sitting position, recently severed and healed muscles protesting. He waved away your concern and lowered the rail on the bed.
“Me too. I don’t want to give this up though.” He murmured. "How are we going to do this?" Rex looked at you and for a second you were lost in his eyes, admiring every little fractal of color.
"Like anything with uncertain terrain, one day at a time, Captain." You murmured.
"Rex." He corrected you. "Call me Rex. I want to be more than just a title to you."
You lifted your clasped hands and pressed a kiss to the back of his knuckles. "You've always been more than that." Rex looked at you like you had hung the hyperspace lanes just for him. "Rex, you're my other half. We'll be fine together."
"Promise?" He whispered, seeming to tire and letting himself slide against the pillows. You squeezed his hand tight.
"I promise. Go to sleep, Rex." You stood up, to leave him in peace but he caught your hand.
"Stay, Mesh'la." And you couldn't say no. You let go of his hand and had him scoot over, making sure you stayed on his uninjured side as you curled up next to him on the bunk, resting your head on his chest and listening to his slow, steady heartbeat. A heart that you had fought to keep beating. The medical bunks weren't made for two but you two made it work, slotting together like pieces of a puzzle.
Rex bent his head, and a feather light kiss brushed the top of yours. You didn't respond, but didn't pull away either. His exhausted body quickly succumbed to sleep. You weren't far behind. Two halves of a whole.
#captain rex x reader#captain rex#star wars#clone wars#the clone wars#clone wars captain rex#soulmate au#GingerWrites
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The Prime Override - Chapter 55 is up!
Jango - Riflor, Part III | ARCs
*stares out wistfully* ...yeah, I've just been sitting here editing all night....it's almost 7 AM...I didn't even get a chance to really start father's day art....ah well....
ANYWAY, it's done and finally up!
This Chapter: Seventeen continues running around mostly naked. Obi-Wan can't help ogling his massive Alpha tits and ass.
Kenobi also sometimes chokes or turns red at very odd moments, seemingly for no reason at all. The first time was when the latches on Seventeen’s vest burst open, clearly not built to contain an Alpha’s mass. Seventeen had been scowling down at the useless garment that now gaped open in the front, when he’d turned to see Kenobi sputtering on apparently his own saliva. Seventeen had offered a questioning look, but Kenobi had waved away his concern, so he’d left it be.
The second time happened when Seventeen had turned around, and seen Kenobi’s face turned vaguely downwards. The man had immediately snapped his gaze up, his face an alarming crimson, muttering, “Yes, your eyes are up there, I’m aware!”
Seventeen had stared blankly at him. “Where else would my eyes be?” he’d asked.
Kenobi had wheezed.
Seventeen wonders if Kenobi might have a lung infection of some kind, or perhaps had a previously undiscovered allergic reaction to one of the foods they’d consumed. He should really see a proper medic soon.
> > Read Ch 55 on AO3
#ThePrimeOverride#YukiPri writes#AO3#Star Wars Legends#Alpha-17#Obi-Wan Kenobi#Alpha 17 x Obi-Wan Kenobi#i admit it was the endnotes that took me hours bc they would not FIT i had to cut so much#anyway yeah plz check out the end notes too there be world-building
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could u share about the codywan x hunger games crossover? it sounds so fun!
Ask about my WIPs
Hello!! Thank you sm for the ask
*rubs hands together* yes, I can absolutely talk about this one. the old therebefore is fun if you enjoy a ton of hurt with a sprinkle of comfort at the end.
I did talk about this crossover in this post here, but the first instillation in the series is (marginally) more fleshed out now, so I’m talking about it again.
Fair warning: this fic is going to have violence in line with (THG) canon, so it’ll be fairly gory with major character deaths, family angst, torture, war, psychological horror, etc.
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Enter 16 year old Cody Fett, eldest sibling of six (Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, Boba). He’s from the Seam, and he’s known around town for being a brooding, imposing figure and as fearsome hunter who specializes in traps/ snares.
On the day of the Reaping, Padme Amidala (our Effie Trinket) reaches into the bowl for the first time and pulls out:
Rex Fett
Cody immediately volunteers. Of course he does, that’s his baby brother. He stands on the stage and waits for the next name to be called. Padme reaches into the bowl again, and fishes out Obi-Wan Kenobi’s name.
And oh shit, it’s the boy who saved Cody’s life.
In this timeline, Obi-Wan and his family (Qui-Gon, Anakin, & Ahsoka) run the local apothecary. When Cody gets badly injured on hunt gone wrong, Obi-Wan finds him and patches him up. Cody was never able to repay the debt, and it haunts him.
Little does he know that Obi-Wan found him and helped him because he’s had a crush on Cody for years.
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Some other details include: Cinna and Portia are played by Breha and Bail Organa, Cato is played by Pong Krell, and Haymitch is going to be an even grumpier alcoholic version of Alpha-17. Buttercup will (obviously) be named Boga, and she’s going to love Obi-Wan.
I won’t give too much more away, but the arena won’t be the canon-typical forest terrain (it’ll be so much worse)
Welcome to the 74th Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favour.
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I had a dream and I had to share it with you all because it was... something else. (Aka the dream where Obi-Wan keeps the 212th)
So Obi-Wan (who was gender fluid or something because one minute it'd be cannon Obi and next it'd be Fem!Obi and sometimes neither, it was just a whole thing) basically laid claim on the 212th.
Order 66 never happened, Obi slaughtered Palps, blah blah blah. Here's the point: The senate refused to give the clones rights and recognized them as more than property. There was arguments about who could claim them as their property, namely the Long Necks saying since they made them, they own them, and other senators claiming that since they should have ownership of x number of troops for y reason or other bullshit.
Then Obi-Wan shows up and the convo basically goes like this: (I'll spare you all the legal jargon that comes from having studied parts of law)
'Since you refuse to give them rights, the 212th belongs to me.'
Whannnaaa whannaa- a bunch of legalese and subtle threats and insults, basically amounting to 'And how do you figure that?'
'Well, since the GAR was created for, and paid for by, the Jedi, and I found them, They belong to me. Finders Keepers, Loosers Weepers. Also, possession is 9/ 10ths of the law, they're mine, cry about it. Also, they've been - (meaning scars, tattoos, etc. changed since shipping out)
Cue legalese and bullshit that ends with Obi-Wan having legal possession of not just the 212th, but the whole Vode, including those just decanted on Kamino.
Cue the 212th wondering how the hell they're all going to fit into the temple, especially around Obi-Wan's rooms. Then Obi-Wan, in true dream logic, has a door in his room that opens to a whole ass hall that has tons of benches for them to use when putting on/taking off their armor, bunk beds, and a bunch of storage drawer-type things with little stickers and markers and whatnot for them to decorate/personalize to store their things, plus a welcome package including a special blanket, a stuffy, the decoration things, etc.
Mind you this is a temporary situation.
Meanwhile, Obi-Wan is technically 'kicked out' of the Jedi Order because he technically has a bunch of people as possessions/attachments to his 212th. In reality, they've taken Obi off active missions, as settling the Vode and figuring out what to do with their literal thousands of people is a long-term mission.
Obi-Wan ends up winning a planet in Sebbac by the skin of teeth (purposefully making it seem like he just barely won) knowing full well the person he's playing often bets the planet. Because the planet is a hellscape. No one wants to inhabit it, there are no native peoples, just flora/fauna because it's 60% water and the 40% land of it has massive storm seasons that threaten to kill anyone who settles there and has ruined attempts to settle before. But Obi knows if there's anyone who can thrive on the planet, it's the stubborn Vode and their banthashit-crazy Jedis. (Because Koon ain't leaving his Wolf Pack, no sir. Those are his kiddos.)
Also, the whole Vode is absolutely in love with Obi-Wan, who's making calf eyes at Cody half the time. Cody has gotten a Very Large Stick to beat off his vode from his general after they saved them from mass decommissioning waiting for them with the long necks. 'recycling bio mass' their shebs.
(Waxer and Boil adopt an Add. Fox gets a tooka. or five. and Rex finally gets a fucking vacation. (he likes fishing. (the 'fishies' are twice his size, will swallow a vode whole, and need to be physically fought into submission)))
(Also, also, Obi-Wan installs a council of Alpha batch, and they all simp for Obi-Wan so hard. Cody has beaten them with his Stick. Multiple Times. And tried to feed 17 to the 'fishies'.)
#codywan#obi wan#commander cody#order 66#star wars#dream#plot bunny#dream bunny#no clue what the hell this is#Oh#and Obi-Wan has a mouse droid pet Anakin sent him after joining the exploracorps with padme and their twins#they travel all over#it's a non stop road trip#they're very happy#ashoka loves the fishies#she lives on the coast#koon has stolen her#wolf loves her little fangs#'look at our little predator! she's so precious!'#meanwhile#she's wrestling in the shallows with a space orca#who wants to eat her#but she's mauling it
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Captain Alpha-17
Alpha-17 is part of the original batch of clone troopers. Trained by Jango Fett himself, the Alpha troopers are more intense than many of the following generations. After a few successful missions with Obi-Wan Kenobi, Alpha-17 was assigned to train ARC troopers on Kamino.
Alpha-17 + “Hey. Look at me.” + Dark - gn!reader
- 5.1k words. You have information about a new Separatist weapon. Alpha is assigned to deliver you to the Republic.
Alpha-17 + Plus-Sized Reader - gn!reader
- 2.2k words. An ill-advised scrolling session leaves you feeling insecure about your appearance. Alpha has some thoughts.
Alpha-17 + Sick Reader - gn!reader
- 4.2k words. You’re on a mission and don’t have time to be sick. Even if everyone in the running bet wants you to be. Fortunately, Alpha isn’t willing to let you be sick, either.
Series: Alpha-17 x fem!reader
Gar Cabur
- 94k words. You are sent to Kamino to compile a report on the clone troopers. You find more than you bargained for with a compound of flirty cadets. Alpha decides to help you out.
Gar Cyare
- 63k words (and ongoing). The early days of your relationship with Alpha are filled with challenges - both external and between the two of you.
#star wars#star wars the clone wars#star wars republic commando#star wars legends#star wars fanfiction#captain alpha-17#alpha-17#alpha 17#alpha 17 fic#alpha 17 x reader#alpha 17 x you#reader insert fic#reader insert#gar cabur#gar cyare#wanderinginksplot's masterlist#masterlist#masterlist update#ink's fics
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chain of command (Sith Obi-Wan 2023)
Day 01 for @sithobiwanevent "Such a waste of your talent"
Alpha-17 x Obi-Wan, ~established relationship, canon era + divergence
The cantina’s barely larger than the front room it had originally been built on, squeezing a bar and bottles against one wall and flooding the remaining floor space with chairs and tables. It’s shockingly unremarkable despite that; the worn metal ringed with years of discarded glasses and bottles and Alpha-17 sprawls himself across one of the sturdier looking chairs facing the door, hooking a second with the edge of his boot to pull it closer. He leaves his foot there mostly out of habit, the worn-soft leather of his boot pressing against the lower support as he skims his bottle across the pitted surface of the table.
The noise it makes is soft, just reminiscent enough of rain knocking against the curve of a porthole window for Alpha-17’s lip to curl, rage without a target burning in his chest, fury without an outlet ratcheting up another ounce of pressure. He flicks the catch open, worn hinges biting into his thumb and he constructs the report in his head: Captain Alpha reported to medical with an injury to his right thumb, including the nail, refusing to say what caused it and denying medical treatment.
Being planet-side always sets him on edge.
He takes a swig.
Tastes like shit, but who’s he to complain? Rations for the past few weeks would’ve been better used to patch up the hull damage on their ship and the still on the lower levels had run dry by the fourth day, the last drops enough to carry the lucky few to a hangover that lasted the rest of the time. Shore-leave had been mandated once they’d limped into a friendly port and Alpha-17 had been tipped out of the ship like everyone else and he should be glad about it. Should be tipping his credits over the first pretty thing that saw him, carved out of his armour and worn down past the bone, and felt obliged to give him a smile and somewhere welcoming to stick his cock.
He fucking isn’t.
Not to say that someone hadn’t tried. A man had approached him, his grin uneven thanks to a bruise lingering over his lower jaw and drawn tight at seams, assessing Alpha-17 like a wounded prey animal left behind by the herd, circling between him and the bulk of his brothers before he’d drawn closer. He would have been fine, not someone Alpha-17 would have chosen but he doubts that he was who the man would’ve picked either, left to scrape up the dregs. He’d been warm, slightly shorter than Alpha-17, and confident enough that he knew to take a first refusal and the credits that Alpha-17 had slipped him along with a tilt of his head towards the nervous pack of shinies glancing their way. It’d be good for them, something new for them to experience in a universe that so far had nothing but blood and aching bellies to show for it.
He takes another long draught, barely registering the sting of cheap alcohol until it catches up with him, burning through his throat. He coughs, spits onto the floor, and takes another swig.
The chair across from him creaks, the support digging into the curve of his foot before it settles once more.
Alpha-17 doesn’t look up.
There’s residue on the table, damp beneath his fingers as he drags the bottle across the table once more. The sound is lighter now, the liquid inside swaying with the movement. To his left, a battered holodeck hums into life, clicking through the songs with all the deliberation of some civvy at a stall, credits clutched in their first until the imprints last for days, as if that’ll make the momentary high from parting with them worth it. Alpha-17 curls his fingers over his palm, brushing against the span of calluses built on top of calluses, broken into shards by the lines in his skin that remain, and holds his hand out, palm up, fingers extended, give me mine and I’ll give you yours.
The holodeck settles on a song, a fizz resolving into a low croon, and Kenobi reaches across the table, folding his hand into Alpha-17’s.
“Not quite what I was meaning, General.”
Beneath lowered lashes, Alpha-17 watches him shrug, spreading his hands before he folds them in front of himself. He’s still prim and proper, his tunic heavy across his shoulders and narrowing as it dips beneath the table, cinched in with a belt. He’s still wearing pale colours, the innate Sith urge for dramatic black cloaks and dark hues not yet bearing fruit, and Alpha-17 tips his head back, draining the rest of the bottle. His head swims slightly as he sets it back down, and he’ll blame it on the alcohol rather than the effect of meeting Kenobi’s gaze. His eyes bleed gold through the bright blue, fluctuating with every delicate blink.
“You’re going to have to be more specific for me.” Kenobi twists his grin to one side and Alpha-17 would have called it bashful if it hadn’t been for the steadiness of his gaze, the thrum of his pulse radiating through Alpha-17’s hold. He’s thinner than he had been, worn like a garment washed too many times, and Alpha-17 wants to take him back to the ship, bundle him up in the loose hang of his blacks and the thin scrap of blanket he’s been allocated, and then—
“Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what, sir?”
Kenobi relaxes, deliberately, some huge hulking predator letting itself sprawl because there’s nothing it would consider a threat nearby. “Continuing to meet me.”
Alpha-17 huffs out the tail-end of a laugh, all snarled up with barbed wire and enough regret to start a war all on their own. “You’re still my General, sir. Can’t get out of the chain of command that easily.”
Kenobi doesn’t move, simply blinks golden eyes up at him. There’s a strange sense of delicacy around his features, a fine set of porcelain meant for gentler hands than Alpha-17’s but there is only him and his lot had been decided for him long ago; Kenobi’s mouth is parted and there’s a healing welt bisecting his lower lip, a matching chip on the edge of his tooth, and he’d never fancied the other man as any less than perfect, the damage is painfully human.
They’d met on Kamino, Alpha-17’s fist meeting the core of the trainer — tall man, his armour damn near bolted on him and it rattled as he walked like a snake’s tail would, a constant hiss of danger danger — right as the door lifted and he had turned, snapping to attention like it would kill him to not. He’d only ever seen his own face, a thousand variations on the same theme, but there had been Kenobi. Alpha-17 had gotten an eyeful, Kenobi shivering in a rain-soaked tunic, the fabric clinging just so to the curve of his hips, the span of his shoulders, before the trainer hit him. Blood and violence, a tooth spat out onto the mat to be collected and recycled later, and Kenobi shoving the trainer away as if he had weighed nothing, been nothing. Alpha-17 had been a little in love with him from that moment.
“If I’m still your General—“
“You are my General.”
Another blink, golden eyes near luminescent in the growing dark of the cantina. “As I am your General, could I order you to come with me?”
“You could. But you won’t.”
“Won’t I?”
“No, sir. You won’t.”
Kenobi’s hand twitches in his, a message in a language Alpha-17 had never been expected to understand. This might be the longest he’s ever spent in direct contact with the other man and he feels near punch-drunk on it, a thin veneer of professionalism scraped over the top to try and hide the scrapes and missing sections hastily tacked together. Kenobi is a Sith. He Fell. He is Alpha-17’s General. All things could be true at once.
“Why wouldn’t I, Alpha-17? I’m a Sith. I know you’ve been told what that means.” Kenobi reaches out with his free hand, sitting up with a hunch of his shoulders that couldn’t be anything other than predatory, the curve of a vulture’s wings as it lowers its beak to tear through a soft belly. Alpha-17 lets him pluck the bottle from his hand, nothing gentle about him except for this, this singular chink in his armour, and Kenobi takes a drink. He tips his head back, the sharp lines of his throat standing out in sharp relief, and his nose creases as he returns to his uneasy middle. He’s watching Alpha-17, just as Alpha-17 is watching him, his gaze wild and drawing a bead over the planes of Alpha-17’s face.
“I do. Not personally, but there were explanations, modules, an endless parade of sympathy and support. Don’t think you would have gotten more of a showing if you’d died, sir.”
Alpha-17 accepts the bottle back from Kenobi, chasing the smudges in the condensation with his fingers. There’s no heat behind the other man’s touch, the brush of his fingers cool and only dropping in contrast the longer he soaks up Alpha-17’s raised body temperature. There’s a gap on the ridge of the bottle, a bead of liquid clinging to the rim, and Alpha-17 drinks it down, swallowing the dregs, his mouth pressed to the same space as Kenobi’s. They’re at war, he can ration this to make it last as long as it will need to.
“Would you weep for me? If I died?”
“I would.” Alpha-17’s gaze flickers to meet Kenobi’s and he cannot name the emotion that’s painted so strongly over his features, leaving a stain so that he’ll be able to pick out the delicate edges for years to come. Kenobi breaks first, his gaze shifting sideways to the wall behind Alpha-17, looking towards him but not at him. His tongue prods the torn seam of his lower lip, and Alpha-17 thinks about what it would be like to kiss him truly. Kenobi would let him too, file it away as some grand machiactons of deceit orchestrated by the same yearning that keeps his hand folded against Alpha-17, as if Alpha-17 isn’t just a cog in the same machine, grinding away and grinding down to nothingness. “Would you?”
Another twitch of his fingers, the prick of his nails catching against a ridge in Alpha-17’s palm, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to be remembered.
“You won’t be dying in this war. That’s an order from your General.”
Alpha-17 grins, swallows back the bitter-tinged laugh that threatens to burst free. “Sir, yes, sir.”
“Such a waste of your talents to have you die in some pointless conflict.”
“I’ll endeavour to die with some grandiose meaning, sir.”
Kenobi grins. There’s pink flecked along the curve of his incisor that the drink has failed to shift and the action tears his lip open anew. His blood beads dark, near black in the dim light, and he doesn’t move to wipe it away. “Only when I order, Alpha-17. Understood?”
“Of course, sir.” The chain of command is such a difficult thing to work free of, after all, and Alpha-17 had been forged to be a soldier, every strand of his DNA calculated and perfected for that singular task.
Kenboi draws his hand back and presses it, two fingers extended, the rest curled like an afterthought, to his mouth, before returning his hand to Alpha-17’s. Blood smears across his palm as Kenobi drags his fingers across. “Good.”
He stands with as little fanfare as he arrived and Alpha-17 doesn’t watch him leave. He draws the bottle across the table, now empty and mournful in its echoed tune, and curls his fingers across the cooling smudge on his palm, deliberately thinking about nothing at all.
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Art by @ninjigma
Seen in: Setting Suns AU, which is a Sith Obi-Wan AU.
Also seen in: Aay'han—Mournful Celebration.
Clone Unit Alpha-110 “Kit”
From the logbooks of Nala Se
Scientist #1401—
Lead Manager of the Advanced Mutations Projects.
Scientific Ministry has decided to elevate my position to Lead Manager of the Advanced Mutations Projects.
This promotion has afforded me an opportunity to access the genetic codebook of my peers, without sacrificing my own codes. Some have been resistant, but the ministry has been insistent, especially as the war drew to a close. At the time, we were unaware of any future where production of the Clones would be scaled back so significantly. Without livable tissue from the Fett Prime Donor, we have been forced to push the bounds of our abilities to clone further. At this time, we have been forced to repair genetic gaps with our older units. Ideally, Alpha-01, known as “Boba Fett,” would be the next best choice. However, he remains in custody with the Republic, and we are unable to secure access to the subject. Obviously, Alpha-00, known as “Omega,” candidacy as a donor subject remains inviable due to unit’s extreme distance from the agreed upon genetic template for our base model Fett Clone.
Alpha-class Clones still remain our next best choice. Reviews of successful A-units narrowed one of our prime candidates down to unit A-77.
Created by Ulni Drayris (Scientist #1033), developed the A-77-X iterative Template in pursuit of similar traits as I pursued for the Alpha-00 template.
(See attached notes for further comparisons between Project A-00-X and A-77-X.)
Project A-00-X was further used in the development of other projects. (Review Project A-00-75-XX, -13, -89-03)
Similarly, Project A-77-X has been the progenitive temple used with several other projects and units, some of whom have been successful operatives in the field. (Review Units #01-1010, #27-5555)
NOTE: Unit #27-5555 has been terminated for classified reasons. Though, I protest the unit’s reclassification as a failure, as the subject showed impressive intellectual skills and remained true to the Clone’s operative base.
Additionally, our stock of Alpha-class units have been nearly depleted, same as our field-deployed Advanced Recon Commando. With fewer and fewer units derivative units made from the codes used for our Alpha-units, we have seen critical drops in suitable candidates for our ARC Cadet Corps. The commandant of our Clone Cadet Corps, Unit A-17, has informed me and the ministry that is tactically ill-advised; I have decided to put my weight behind his protests to the Ministry’s complacence on this matter.
With this all these concerns in mind and my new liberty as the lead scientist of the AMP Department, I have opened up Project A-00-100-X.
FOLLOW-UP #1:
As of this log, Ulni Drayris has worked with me on Project A-00-100-X. Our first twenty units are gestating at this time, and the genetic code sequences look very promising.
Note: I have extended Unit A-00’s lab duties, and she has been my assistant on this project. This is an excellent opportunity to prove the intellectual viability of the Alpha subjects. To further her education, I have also assigned her duties in the matter of human reproduction and infancy. Her drive for self-education continues to please me, and I will encourage her curiosity. Hopefully, this will prove to the Ministry further application of human Clones—I find them to be quite fascinating and curious.
FOLLOW-UP #2.1:
Project Unit A-00-100-14 appears to be the most promising product of the project.
Project Unit A-00-100-10 unfortunately does not appear to be as promising; it is exhibiting the same signs our early Alpha-class and Production units exhibited. Omega has informed me that humans call this a “failure to thrive.” Most unfortunate.
Personal Note: I confess… distressing to witness so close at hand. The sounds are truly… disturbing.
FOLLOW-UP #2.2.1:
Curiously, Commandant Alpha-17 has elected to take custody of Project Unit A-00-100-10. The infant subject is responding to the additional human care and exposure. I have convinced the ministry to allow this to expand our observation
Personal Note: It is quite pleasant to observe Omega express the innate drive to pass knowledge onto others as she instructs Alpha-17 in the means of care for a human infant. Though Seventeen would have never been considered for one of our nursery Clones to care for the infants, his signature determination has been redirected towards this endeavor. Fascinating.
FOLLOW-UP #2.2.2:
Project Unit A-00-100-14 has been redesignated to Alpha-114; it is currently in quarantine in my personal laboratory.
Much to the surprise of many, Project Unit A-00-100-10 has managed to survived to its third month. Though, based on the behavioral history of Units #01-1010, this should not have been a surprise to anyone, including myself.
Now that the infant has survived to this critical stage and even though we have elected to delay the infant’s immune system replacement due to concerns over survival probabilities, it has been given the designation Alpha-110.
FOLLOW-UP #2.2.2:
Alpha-17 has decided to unofficially name Alpha-110 “Kit,” which is a reference to what Alpha-17 believes are traits shared between Alpha-110 and Unit #01-1010’s temperament. A “kit” is the name for an infant fox-vulpes.
Personal Note: I do concur with Seventeen that Kit is tenacious, even if still remarkably small.
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Log Entry:
Project Unit A-00-75-67 has been killed in the line of duty.
NOTE: This unit has always been referenced as other designations in past logs.
(See A-67, CC-7567)
Personal Note: This is highly unfortunate.
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Log Entry:
Alpha-00 has been taken by experimental Clone Unit #99.
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Log Entry:
Alpha-17 has gone AWOL and taken Alpha-110 with him.
Personal Note 1: I am alone now.
Personal Note 2: I do still have Alpha-114, though he refuses to talk.
In Summary: Alpha-77 and Fox are just about twins, just... with a time delay. Alpha-110 is a late-made little Clone that nearly dies in infancy, but Alpha-17 adopts the skrunky fella.
But this is Kit.
This is based on an amalgamation of several AU versions. Kit’s personality stays the same. 100% skrunky.
#clone troopers#alpha-17#swtcw#original clone troopers#original clone characters#the clone wars#clone wars fanart#swtcw fanart#swtcw oc#bucket's ocs#kilt gets gifts#clone oc: kit#clone oc: alpha110
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Blue Freckles
Summary: Good ole sex pollen, Porn with Plot. That‘s it.
Pairing: Alpha-17 x Jedi!Reader
WC: 17‘095
Warnings: Listen I have no idea what to warn you about. Definitely NSFW, Sex, Masturbation, I think, I can‘t remember… Reader is never mentioned by name so you can
immagine what you want. Is described as female tho (referred to as „She“)
A/N: This is my first fanfic, a one shot, and I will never elaborate ever again on this story :) I also have no self restrain when it comes to word counts. English aint my 1st language so beware of typos and weird descriptions. Also also, I wrote this 6 months ago and I don‘t have the never to check if any cursive, grammar or whatever the hell else might find itself in there has improved or needs improvement. May the gods forgive my sins.
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Alpha-17 never really liked the Jedi. They were too idealistic, too gentle for war, which made his whole involvement with them even more annoying. Amongst the Jedi he worked with, there were many with well known names, like Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi and so on. And although he dealt better with Skywalker than his far more idealistic master, Kenobi, he did have a favorite Jedi.
She was cynical, a fighter, wise beyond her years but most importantly, she was pragmatic. So pragmatic in fact, that even Alpha sometimes had trouble keeping up. To Jedi standards she was cold and distanced, that she didnt like to talk a lot certainly did not boost her popularity but she didnt seem too bothered by it.
All in all, Alpha found himself enjoying her company, even though their so-called company consisted of them lounging in her quarters on a leather couch she once found in a dumpster on some high class planet and subsequently claimed as her own while both would quietly go through the endless reports and info dumps waiting for them.
She was matter of factly, and Alpha enjoyed not having that tingly feeling of displeasure with her, compared to when whoever was on the recieving end of his honest and cynical opinion would contort their face in offence, anger and annoyance. It didnt seem to bother her and she also didnt feel the need to clap back with equally harsh words, rather choosing a very classy yet pragmatic tone in her speech accompanied by the typical etheral Jedi presence.
It was quite a sight to behold, watching this 4‘11 woman with a presence as soothing as honey and a smile as gentle as a summer breeze, tell some poor sap that had the audacity to hurt one of her troops to smack his face into a brick wall. I suggest you aquaint your facial features with a piece of solid building equipment was the phrase she spoke, so elegantly and soft, one would think it was a poem. But with a sharp underlying edge to it, that worried Alpha more than once might cut her opponent‘s throat clean through.
The two of them were two sides of the same coin, most of the time sharing the same thought, but whereas Alpha spat his words with whatever anger and frustration was bothering him in that moment, she spoke the exact same words, clad in elegance, with that signature regal and etheral presence of a Jedi. Sometimes she used the same tone on him, it riled him up to no end but her apologies quieted his strom just as quickly.
I jest, my friend she would say, with that kind smile while putting a hand on his arm. The calmness that she convayed through the foce immediately would spread through him and he would drop his shoulder, breathing a heavy and irritated sigh while shaking his head.
That day, his Jedi was sent on a diplomatic mission. Alpha wanted to acompany her, but she asked him to stay on the ship. Keep our boys in line while I‘m gone, won‘t you? she spoke to him with a smile in her voice as they were walking down the corridors to the hangar.
Her Clone Commander Venom had to accompany her, Something, Something, being more fit to tag along on a diplomatic mission than him. Alpha wasnt happy when he heard this but he knew she was right. Besides, Venom was one of his best and he trusted the man more than himself, especially when it came to keeping his mouth shut while having to endure politicians and insults.
He didnt let them pick the three squads to accompany them though and neither argued with his choices. They both knew that Alpha didnt like to be excluded, and so they let him chose the squad and prep the whole mission.
It was a rather simple mission. Go down there with humanitarian aids and supplies, deliver to the ungrateful King that had been nothing but derogatory not only to the troops but also their Jedi, pack their things again and never come back to this foce forsaken shithole.
„If everything goes smoothly, the whole ordeal shoudln‘t last more than half a day.“ Alpha finished his presentation. His Jedi had a pleased smile on her face and nodded. „That sounds wonderful. Ven, do you have anything to add?“ she turned to her second in command as he turned his eyes to hers „No, General. Everything‘s clear. Could‘t have done it better myself“ he stated with a smug grin.
Alpha crossed his arm, contorting his face into a unimpressed frown „I was the one beating this training into you, woud‘nt have made a good teacher if you could do better.“
The Commander grinned even wider at the realisation that his former Instructor took the bait and redied himself to throw the ever grumpy Alpha another jab. But before the situation could escalate to their daily scuffle, their Jedi intervened „Alright boys, if there is nothing more to add to this meeting I suggest scheduling your fighting to later, I need our Commander looking shiny and presentable to the people of Korrina.“ The small mischevious glint in her eyes didn‘t go unnoticed by either men, as they made their way out of the meeting room towards the hangar.
„What, are you implying I‘d lose aginst Alpha? Some faither you have in me!“ Venom complained as he put his bucket back on his head while Alpha looked like he won the Jackpot.
„Captain, please do remind us, what‘s the current score between you two?“
„39 to 136 in my favor, and 15 undecided“ Alpha‘s smirk grew more sinister.
„That means, statistically spoken, there is a 70% chance in favor of Alpha winning.“ She spoke with a smooth and neutral tone as they entered the hangar.
„I do have faith in you, Venom. Though it‘s only at 30%“ She finished and smiled at him, again with that mischevious glint in her eyes. Venom was folding in on himself in defeat and took his spot next to his general on the bomber ship, grabbed the handle and looked at her again as she took a seat. „Come back quick and in one piece. I want to incease that presentage to 80 by next week“ Alpha spoke and nodded to them as the ship departed. The last thing he saw of them was Venom-probably sighing in frustrated resignation- as he let his head hang low and shook it, and his Jedi waving at him with her gentle smile as the doors closed and the ship vanished into the atmosphere, followerd by a dozen more bombers.
The Cruizer was quiet after that. Alpha spent his time reading up on his reports, eating a bite, then enjoying a luxurious 1 hour nap and finally getting in his daily workout. As he stepped out of the fresher, he looked to his data pad. Strange he thought, They should‘ve gotten back by now. Alpha was slightly uneasy at the lack of return and decided to send a text to Venom.
He watched the screen as he sent the message. First one checkmark appeared, then another, indicating the message was sent and recieved. A second later the checks turned green, he read them, and then a typing bubble appeared, vanished, appeared again, then vanished again.
For Kiff‘s sake Venom, just reply you dikut.
Alpha was getting more and more agitated as he watched the bubble appear and vanish again a few times before finally a message came back.
King took a liking to the Jedi, invited her to his gardens and is walking the 12th round now.
„Of course he kiffing did“ He grumbled and sent another text, Ofc. Get her out of there and inform me when you‘re back. Tell her it‘s an emergency if he keeps pushing it.
He saw Venom‘s typing bubble appear again but didnt bother waiting for a response and shut off the pad before throwing it on his cot.
Presented with a few free hours in the first time in… actually he didn‘t know but presented with the option he decided to do the only logical thing and spend it doing his favorite thing:
Taking a loooooong ass nap
As he laid down in his cot and made himself comfortable, he though of how he could use this nap as an excuse to keep his Jedi off of his case for the next 3 weeks, oh the bliss, oh the joy.
An outrageous 6 hours later, a knock on his door woke him from a dreamless floating slumber. He rolled onto his stomach in his sleep, half haning off of his bed and flailed his left arm around to grab his data pad. The knocking returned, this time more intense Some asshole is pounding on my door he thought still half asleep but as pissed as awake him would be. He managed to heave himself out of bed, his long sleep making him more groggy and disoriented, considering he was used to a meagre 3-4 hrs a night and by the data pad that finally found its way into his hand, he slept for at least 6 hours.
He punched the door lock open, took a deep breath and stared ahead, ready to chew out whoever dared pestering him, when suddenly Venom‘s distinct black on white painted marks appeared. Alpha‘s mouth snapped shut as he looked at his protegee for a few seconds.
„Well are you just gonna stand there or tell me what the kiff happened?“ he grumbled and crossed his arms in front of his chest, mustering Venom with a tired glare.
Venom stood quietly for another second, then shook his head and sighed heavily. Alpha raised one unimpressed brow at that and stepped aside, beckoning Venom to come in, which he promptly did while he took off his helmet.
Alpha watched him let himself fall on his also stolen from a dumbster on an upscale planet leather lounge chair. „Who pissed in your morning caf?“ he finally asked when he figured that Venom wasn‘t in the mood to participate in a bit of wiord diarrhea.
„That-„ he started, then his face contorted into an expression of pure and utter disgust „-KING“. Alpha kept his spot next to the closed door and watched Venom go through all five stages of grief in rapid sucession.
„He‘s the most disgusting, arrogant, self absorbed and narcissistic piece of politician shit out there“ he finally spat out while laying his right arm over his face, and then letting out a deeply enraged and tired groan. Still marinating in his dark corner by the door, Alpha snorted and then broke out into a cackle.
Venom didnt take too kindly to his former instructor‘s amusement at his horrible experience and glared at him from under his slightly lifted arm. „If you‘d have been in my shoes or know half of the shit that dude pulled, you‘d be planning a planet wide wipe out contingency plan, not laugh at my misery.“
„alright, hit me with it“ Alpha countered as he stalked over to his neatly piled armor in the other corner. Might as well get ready, he did sleep enough for the next 5 rotations anyways.
For the next 40 minutes, he‘d be slowly putting on his armor piece by piece, while listening to Venom‘s descriptions of the day‘s happenings, sometimes stopping and mulling over whatever outrageously creative insult the king used against the troops before grunting displeased and proceeding with his armor.
Alpha by proxy already held a grudge against the king but when Venom started to unpack his treatment of their Jedi, Alpha decided to put the man on his shitlist‘s top ten. Mysogony was strong and raging in all shapes and forms in this galaxy, and yet this bastard took the kiffing cake in all categories of assholery.
„The general didnt really speak much, leaving the droid to translate, but at one point the guy apparently insulted one of the boys and she wasnt having none of it so she replied to him in Korrinian. You should have seen his change in character when he heard her speak his language. He did a full 180, turning into a complete Simp, it was disgusting“ Venom has put himself hanging over the chair on his head at this point while he recounted the day.
Alpha tensed at that, he only had to add his blasters and bucket to his armor and he was fully dressed.
„He had her drink some wine and had servants bring snacks and then he dragged her to the gardens and she went, something about keeping him occupied and away from the troops while they unloadede all the cargo.“ He vaguely gestured in the air in front of him as he was describing the happenings. The captain turned his back to Venom and checked his guns, he felt very uneasy with this revelation. If only he were there, he would‘ve saved her and the troops from that slimey worm by keeping him at the other end of his DC17‘s barrel.
Venom sighed „and then he dragged her to the gardens, going round and round and round and roooound again with her through the gardens…“ he paused his description for a moment, then contiued „The general seemed to go pale by the 15th round and I called it quits. I told them there was an emergency and we had to leave immediately. The bastard had the nerve to argue but I got us out of there eventually and here we are, a mere moment later than planned“ the Commander finally finished his story and turned to look at Alpha who was still standing there with his back turned to him.
„Is she alright?“ Alpha asked quietly.
„She was pale, elliviated heart rate, slightly above average body temperature and said she felt sligjly ill but she said she was gonna be fine after a nap. Something Something, a plant in the gardens being mildly poisonous to her, blah blah, you know the drill“. He whipped around and stared at Venom in disbelief.
„Poisonous?! And you didnt drag her to the med bay???“ The underlying panick in Alpha‘s tone was clear to both.
The commander sighed for the 1000th time in the last hour „Relaaaax, she‘s gonna be fine. Just a little stomach bug. She wasn‘t crawling back to her quaters.“
„Besides, you know she‘s got better self preservation skills than all Jedii combined.“ That did finally calm Alpha‘s nerves enough to put a wellfare check on his Jedi on the list but not top priority. Besides, she probably would not want her nap to be disturbed to recover more quickly.
Alpha siged and relaxed a bit „Yeah that is true“ he said and turned to the door. „Are you taking a break too? I‘ll take over rounds. Got enough sleep to last me the next week.“ Before he left the room he turned to Venom again, waiting for a response „Sure, if you‘re offering. I‘ll see you later then.“
Alpha nodded with an affirmative grunt and turned to leave „Tell our general I said hi.“ Venom called after his former instructor who just lifted his arm and flipped him off over his shoulder before the door closed again.
Alpha spent the next three hours doing inspections, following up on reports and checking the new incoming reports before he turned his attention to the next point on his list, his Jedi.
As he made his way down to her quarters, he noticed Venom‘s response from their earlier chat. Alpha clicked on the chat and saw that Venom had sent him a video of the General. He opened the link and pressed play, the audio playing in his bucket while the video flickered to life. There was sound of commotions in the background, probably the unloading of the cargo, while the video fixated on the Jedi walking next to the King through the gardens, a good 50 feet away. You could see the King babble on, his Jedi holding a gentle smile but an umistakable air of deathly annoyance radiating off of her as she trudged along, following the tall gangly man into the sad excuse of a garden, looks more like a bloody jungle to me, thought Alpha as he held a smug smile.
He closed the video, ready to put away his pad, when he noticed another video sent by Venom.
We‘re on our way back, General aint looking too peachy.
He frowned at that, of course he knew she apparently didnt feel to well but the video of her did paint a much more worrying picture of her well being than he previously anticipated.
The video showed her sitting in the bomber, she had her eyes closed and head slightly lowered. Her eyebrows were knitted together in pain, worry- well whatever it was, it wasnt good and Alpha did not like it one bit. He could make out some beads of sweat and she was chewing on her lower lip.
Oh I am having Venom‘s head on a spear if this turns out to be an emergency. He closed his pad and continued his way down the corridor with more urgency than before.
His Jedi enjoyed solitude every now and then and chose her quarters to be in a more remote part of the ship. When his legs finally carried him to her door, he stopped for a moment, worry flooding his mind again. Was she alright? Was she throwing up? Maybe she already developped a deadly fever and there was no hope? Maybe…she already died?
Alpha shook the thoughts from his mind and briskly knocked two times, then waited a few seconds and knocked once again. But there was no answer. He waited what felt like years, then knocked again. But again, no answer.
So he decided to do the next best thing and entered the pin code into the door lock. The door opened with a hiss and he was greeted with an empty room. As he entered, he noticed the bed was disturbed, at least she‘s not dead.. and looks like she took that nap. There were clothes scattered around the floor and he coud make out the sound of the shower running.
He called out her name once, loud and clear. She heard him call out to her from the shower before, she definitely must‘ve heard him now too. But no response came, not a word, not even a whimper or a breath. the dreadful feeling that had been festering in his chest since he saw them leave to the mission now made itself unmistakenly known and he took off his bucket, the hiss of the seal comming off being alltogether too loud for the quiet room. He placed his helmet down on her dining table (This one was a standart of the GAR, no stolen garbage here) and made his way over to the shower as he called her name a second time, this time his voice was unfiltered and un-modulated, however he still got no response.
The door was wide open to the fresher, he hesitated for a moment as his mind conjured all kinds of horrendous immages of his Jedi suffering or already having succumbed to the poison before he once more shrugged them off and stepped around the corner and into the door frame.
For a moment he felt panic course through his veins as he was unable to see her, but the feeling quickly vanished when he spotted her naked form sitting in the corner of her shower, her eyes staring expressionless into the floor in front of her feet with her knees pulled up to her chest, as the water was trickling onto her.
He sighed in relief, glad to see her alive and well, but the panic came rushing back when he paid more attention her rigid stare. His Jedi was not one to ignore his presence, no matter her mood or the circumstances, especially not when she was sitting in the shower with him staring her down.
For a third time he tried calling her name, and she did seem to hear and slightly react to him, going by the small twitch of her lip, but she stayed otherwise still and unmoving. Alpha‘s nerves were close to snapping in half at this point and he took two large strides, crouched down in front of her and said her name again.
„Are you alright?“ he asked. Again, she heard him, but she did not move, did not speak, nothing. Maybe the poison caused her to space out? Some kind of hallucinogenic? He waved a hand in front of her face, hoping to get her attention that way. For the first few seconds, she did not react, but then she finally lifted her head and looked at him with that same blank stare.
He was used to her unreadable blank expression but this whole business was odd, and very suspicious. But if she was on a trip right now, he needed to make sure she would get through it as comfortably as possible.
„Do you know where you are?“ he asked in a much more quiet voice, trying to sound gentle, emphasis on trying. She stared at him a few seconds, still holding eye contact, then slowly nodded. „Good“ he whispered, „and do you know who you are?“. It felt like forever before she nodded again, but he believed her. Maybe the posion is slowing down her reaction time, he theorized silently before asking another question.
He dreaded the answer, worried it might be not what he wanted but he had to know.
„Are you hurt?“
The words were barely a whisper and the time stretched painfully as he waited for a response. He watched her face, her eyes, the blank expression suddenly sparking to life and he feared his worries might come true. Suddenly though, she tore her gaze away from his and looked to her feet again and slowly lifted her shoulder.
Unsure
Panic flooded Alpha‘s mind, his gaze scanning her body and the floor around her for any indication of an injury, then it occured to him.
She‘s unsure if she‘s hurt?
How was he supposed to react to THAT ? Meanwhile she was still idly staring into space.
„You don‘t know?“ he asked baffled and she nodded, this time reacting a lot quicker. So no reaction interfering poison then.
Before Alpha could ask his next question though, he heard a small whimper. His eyes immediately fixated her face again and he tried to read her expression for any sort of information. Her jaw was slightly quivering, she‘s upset, and her eyes, they held such a profound look of desperation, were her eyes always that glossy?
No,
No she‘s about to cry
And if he thought his system might be going into panic mode before, he was certain it was going now. Kiff, he thought he might suffer an aneurysm. Never before did he see his Jedi so desperate before, let alone this close to tears.
he didnt know what to do, he wasnt trained in emotional support, he barely knew how to deal with his own emotions, let alone with those of others!
It took him what felt like hours to pull himself out of his panic attack before he managed to scream at his mind to spit out a constipated „Where are you hurt?“. When she didnt answer, but a first tear started rolling down her cheek, he panicked even more.
He, as gently as he could, put a hand on her shoulder and grabbed with his other hand her right hand that was still slung around her legs, keeping her in a small ball of misery.
„What happend? Is there anything I can do?“ by now he was desperate too, for any way to help console his Jedi and it was clear in his voice, „please, tell me what I should do..“.
That last part seemingly caught her attention again, as she snapped her head around and stared at his eyes again, this time not a blank look at all, but one akin of a tooka ready to scramble away in fear. Alpha‘s mind raced again, confusion flooding his thoughts.
Is she scared? What did that King do to her?! and with that, a burning rage filled him, oh that bastard was no longer top ten, he was number one on his shitlist.
But before he could get up, take the next best ship down to the planet and skin the bastard king alive, she returned the hold on her hand and grabbed his vambrace and cestplate. He could feel the force flowing through him, but it wasnt the usual calming sensation he knew. It was… chaotic. Panic and content, despair and happiness, all emotions seemed to go through him, conveyed by her through the force, at once.
She looked at him with more panic now, the marks of tears rolling down her cheek somewhat visible and the force feeling like a throusand little needle jabs.
„Stay“ she managed to whimper and gripped onto him even more tightly. Alpha took a deep breath „Okay, I‘ll stay“, he told her and placed his hands around hers. It seemed to do the trick and the look of panic left her eyes again, making room for confusion.
Again he tried to pry for more information „What‘s going on?“, and this time he didnt have to wait too long for an answer.
„T‘ hurts“ she murmured and leaned onto him, resting her head on his chestplate. Alpha felt another wave of the force run through him, it wasn‘t as panicked or desperate as before, it all around felt more.. confused. For a moment he stayed rigid, then slowly put his arms around her and pulled her more into his embrace.
Her breathing became more heavy, he could feel her heart rate increase too and her skin felt abalze.
„Do you know what‘s going on?“ She shook her head to that and remained quiet.
Alpha felt restless. The best course of action would be to..
„I‘m going to bring you to the Medbay, alright?“, but before he even finished the sentence he felt that familiar spike of panic, so no med bay for her then, he figured.
She pulled herself out of his embrace and pulled herself upright on her knees. It was only now that Alpha was made aware of how undressed she was. It wasn‘t the first time he saw her naked but it was the first time having her so up close and personal when she was naked.
Alpha would be lying if he said he did not find her attractive, there was not a man on the ship that would disagree with that sentiment anyways. But still, he wasnt too sure what he should make of this new discovered awareness.
All the while she watched him, with her big doe eyes, but with an eerie sharpness to her gaze. She knew, she felt his conflict and he knew as well. She edged closer to him, trailing her slightly shaking arms to rest on his shoulders, still fixating him with her stare. And Alpha let her, he watched her come closer, letting his hands fall to her side.
The initial discomfort of his revelation was washed away by curiosity, though there still was a pestering voice in the back of his head screaming at him to get a grip, that this was not normal, that he needed to figure out what was going on first, and entertain his curiosity second. But his Jedi‘s equally curious emotions he felt through the force were too enticing, so he watched her.
She got closer to him when she was sure she had him watching her and her alone, still staring into his eyes with a barely noticeable glint of desperation. They eventually were close enough to be sharing their breath, mere inches from each others faces, when his Jedi whispered, barely audible through the rushing sound of the running water of the shower.
„Help me“ her eyes finally broke their fixating gaze on him and began roaming over his face.
Alpha watched her closely as she took a trembling hand and started tracing his facial features. First his jaw, then his cheeck and eyebrows, then his nose and finally, ghosting over his lips. She was breathing hard still, the force felt frayed, compared to her usual strong transmission (?). At this point she had moved her body to be almost touching his plastroids, she was so incredibly close and Alpha could feel not only his excitement rise, but hers too.
„How?“ he finally whispered back. It seemed to be the reply she was hoping for, going by the brilliant smile she showed him as she began tracing her fingers from his lips, down to his chin and neck, to his shoulder and all the way down to his hand on her hip, before she softly took his wrist and began guiding his hand.
Alpha watched her intently, her eyes, her lips, every small detail on her face, as she guided his hand lower. She had a more clear desperate look in her eyes, a beautiful glow to her skin, and some blue freckles too and-
In an instant, Alpha‘s eyes narrowed and he resisted all movements. She snapped her eyes back up to his and watched him.
„s wrong?“ she spoke between more laboured breaths and released his hand. It seemed by the way the force felt to smooth its frayed edges again, she came back to reality too, which subsequently left her entire body shaking in exhaustion.
„You got blue freckles“ Alpha stated blankly. His Jedi, through the drowsyness and exhaustion, blinked in surpirse and searched his eyes. He gave her a moment but when she seemed to have trouble catching on, he raised one brow and looked at her sceptically.
He brought a hand to her face, smoothed it over said „freckles“ and watched them trickle down her face with the help of the still running shower.
„You didnt have blue freckles on your face this morning“ he said, continuing to gently rub away her freckles „and they are not water proof“.
He watched her intently, as her eyes once again began to look more desperate. His Jedi nodded in acknowledgement after a few seconds and lowered her gaze.
„I see“, she stated before she began sobbing quietly. Immediately, Alpha pulled her closer to him and ran a -what he hoped to be- soothing hand over her back. Whatever interpretational support he had through the force previously, was causing him a major headache now with its feedback, subsequently forcing him to suffer through part of her emotions and pains alongside her as well.
Alpha was torn. He was quite certain of what plagued his Jedi, and he knew there was no cure but to wait for the affects to vanish in the following hours. And he also knew how painful it could be, from his own experience. But this would most certainly ruin their friendship, one of the few things he had going for himself in his life, and not something he would ever want to give up.
She was sobbing more violently now with the dread of having to suffer through this agony for the comming hours, Alpha‘s presence being little help in consoling her.
„Please help“
Alpha blinked, as he stared at the fresher‘s wall, his Jedi tucked into his arms and her head buried in his chest. For a moment he thought his own mind made up the sound but then again.
„Please, Alpha… Please help me“
Her voice was so weak, she barely managed to chocke out her beg through all the crying and Alpha‘s heart shattered. His conflict slowly resolved itself as he watched her suffer in his arms, what good was his friendship with her if he would just willingly sit by and watch her sufffer.
„It hurts so much“
And with those last words, his resolve was broken. He breathed a heavy sigh and slightly adjusted his hold on her for her to be more comfortable against his plastroid armor. If he was gonna do this, he had to be sure, though.
„Do you understand what you‘re asking of me?“ he asked her in a clear tone, there was no pressure to his question.
„Yes“ she breathed almost immediately, but a moment later she spoke again „No, wait“.
She gently pushed herself off of Alpha and looked at him with a worried look. „I don‘t want to make you feel obligated. You can leave now, if you wish to not be involved with me… in.. that kind of way. I will be fine, I can manage“. it seemed to take her allher strength to get these words out.
At that Alpha snorted, her eyes grew wide in surprise „Yeah no, you definitely will not be fine and I‘m certainly not gonna leave my Jedi to be looked after by some two rotation old shiny fresh out of the tube.“ The tought alone made Alpha‘s blood curdle and he looked at her hard. „Just tell me what you want me to do and I‘ll do it.“ Her eyes went even more wide at Alpha‘s statement but she nodded quickly.
Truth be told, he did fantasize about such an encounter on a hand full of occasions, but he was always quick to shut them down. He knew it was only natural for him to react to her in such a way, but there was no need to entertain a thought that will never come to be, but oh how he regretted that now. He was entirely overwhelmed and he could not help but think that those fantasies might‘ve helped him deal with this situation better.
His Jedi still stared at him with wide eyes, she did not move an inch and the look in her eyes made it clear to Alpha, that she was horribly lost. „Did you ever…“ He trailed off, not too sure how to ask her if she ever engaged in intercourse.
The way her eyes flickered in panic told him all he needed to know.
„No, I… just never found the right person…“ she quietly screeched out and looked away, her face growing as red as an alderaani tomato. Alpha sighed somewhat relieved and drew her closer to him. „It‘s fine, I‘ll help. Just tell me when you want me to stop, alright?“
She nodded more enthusiastically and put her arms around his neck again, resuming her previous observation of his features. He felt the force creep through him again, this time less frayed. Alpha was glad she didnt ask any questions and busied herself with her task, she didn‘t have to know how Alpha had his first few encounters in some shaby back alley on the lower levels of Couruscant.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when she lightly tugged at his right wrist again, she was much more hesitant and weak now than she was before. Alpha pulled his wrist from her grasp and a soft whine left her parted lips before she shot him a confused look. He leaned down next to her ear and proceeded to take off the gloves behind her back.
„Just a moment, it‘ll be more comfortable for you this way.“ he could feel her shudder but she didnt move away, instead creeping closer and leaning herself onto him, nudging his face into her neck.
Alpha took the hint and started to slowly run his freed hands up and down her back, over her shoulder and to the small of her back. A soft moan escaped her as she melted more into him. Alpha could feel how hot she was under his touch, a stark contrast to the cold water in which they both were fully drenched in by now. He felt how strong her heart hammered against her ribcage, how hard she grasped for air.
It didn‘t take long before she was squirming in his embrace however. The force felt agitated and impatient, and Alpha had a good guess what was bothering her.
„More?“ he muttered to her and she eagerly nodded in response
A breathy „mhm“ was all she managed as she tried to get more, more of whatever it was she was yearning for. Alpha did as she asked and let his hands roam a bit more. With every caressing touch he would let his hand roam further down along her back untill he brushed over her bum and down her thigh.
His Jedi was hanging onto him, burried in his frame and breathing heavily. He wasnt too sure if she was alright with this direction but before doubt could infest him, she let another wave of the force wash through him. It was tingly and happy, yet desperate and impatient. He took this as a yes an decided to take it up a notch. His hands started roaming her thighs and bum again before he took a handfull in each and squeezed her ass - as gently as he could but firm enough to catch her off guard.
Immediately her hands gripped his shoulders on either side as she but down on her lower lip. She whimpered harshly before reining herself in again and stared at him again with those big doey eyes. There was no panic in her eyes or the force so he took this as his go ahead. He still had a firm grip on her behind and took the opportunity to arrange them in a more… comfortabe position, then unlatched his chestplate and took off one of his shoulder plates and thew it at the shower‘s button. The water finally stopped and Alpha turned his attentin back to his Jedi who had found a new occupation by running her hands over his now unarmored chest and shoulders.
Alpha was now kneeling down with her straddling his lap. He let his hands roam again, but returning to her bum every now and then for a grab. His Jedi seemed more calm, slinging her arms around his neck and nuzzling him occasionally. But the calm didnt last, before she grew irritated again. She called his name, the weakness still clouding her senses but she seemed more daring, as she started squirming again, untill she sealed herself to him in a tight embrace, placing herself directly on his codpiece.
Her head lifted itself from his shoulder, keeping her face at minimal distance to his as she looked at him expectantly. Alpha searched her eyes for any sign of doubt but before he could conclude his search, she started grinding up on him. A deep sigh left her lips as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes.
He let her do as she pleased, holding her steady and close to him. When she looked at him again, she grabbed the back of his neck and began threading her fingers through his hair, closed her eyes and leaned her forehead on his. For a moment, he closed his eyes too, relishing the feeling of her pressed up against him.
Alpha felt her grow more exhausted again, she could barely cling onto him as she tried to reach her peak but her body was failing her. Her right hand left his shoulder, trailing down her chest and belly to her source of agony but Alpha grabbed her hand before she could help herself.
„I‘ll take care of you, you just hold onto me, okay?“ he spoke softly to her. She felt so frail in his arms at that moment, as she nodded and grabbed onto his blacks again with both shaking hands. He didnt waste much time, seeing how desperate she was, and let his free hand glide down between them. His right arm had snaked around her waist to keep her secure and he tried soothing her by letting his fingers trail over her shoulder blade, while the left hand slid down over her belly button and lower untill his fingers curved along the form of her sex (Because any other word freaks me out too much).
Her breath hitched as her body immediately reacted to the change in friction and Alpha watched as a ray of emotions passed over her face and through the force before she started grinding onhim again.
Quiet mewls echoed through the fresher as she moved her body into his hand with new found vigor. Her eyes were still closed, forehead still resting on his, as she once again snaked one hand into his hair, this time grabbing him more desperately.
Alpha watched her for a moment, helping herself, before joining her efforts and experimentally nudged his thumb over her nub (Again, leave me alone, idk how to smut okay). Her reaction was immediate as she threw her head back and let out a breathy moan. She pushed herself down onto his hand and Alpha took the opportunity and stroked her again with his thumb.
Everything around them seemed to go blurry, Alpha kept his gaze fixated on his Jedi as she relished in the friction he provided her. She was beautiful beyond compare and even in her dishiveled state, she had an etheral presence. Alpha‘s eyes were glued. to her, he couldnt look away, he wouldnt. And when she brought her head up again and returned his gaze, everything else vanished.
Her movements slowed down and her focus was fixated on him alone. A shakey hand glided up from his shoulder to cup his face and her eyes sparkled with something so brilliant, something Alpha has never seen before. Again he felt the familiar touch of the force, trying to convey how she felt, she probably saw his confusion, and Alpha was left stunned at the sheer brilliance of her adoration, her adoration for him.
But the moment did not last long, the force twisted and turned sour and her expression soon followed, contorting into one of pain. Alpha decided he could relish in this revelation later, he had more pressing matters to attend and tightened his grip on her again while gentily beginning a circular motion.
Her sudden gasp did not go unnoticed but Alpha did not bother acknowledging it. Within moments she regained focus and began moving with him, and with that, Alpha decided to increase his measures, handling her more roughly and teasing her entrance with his middle finger.
Her breathing became more ragged and she clung to him even more as he continued to increase speed and pressure.
„Yes, Alpha.. please.. more“ she whispered in his ear „I want more..!“
So he did as told.
While he continued to pleasure her with his left hand (????), and his right hand busied itself with her bum and with keeping her safely lodged to his chest, he plotted to make use of his mouth too and started nuzzling his 5o‘cklock shadow from the base of her neck, up to her cheek before returning to her neck‘s junction and placing a small kiss here, a little bite there. He believed she enjoyed it, going by the way she grabbed him more tightly, bared her neck to him more for better access and the little moans she spilled, that accompanied his kisses.
Alpha was having too much fun with this, how easily he could please her. So he took it a step further and promptly slipped his finger into her entrance while he left a particularly bruising hickey on her neck. She did not react how expected though, but after an initial moan of surprise took full advantage to the newly granted pleasure.
She was gaining her strength back and no longer struggling as much, but using every opportunity Alpha offered to her and moved with him to reach her end. She was close, he knew, so he increased his efforts and slipped another finger into her heat.
The added fricktion was praised with more soft moans as she lifted herself more onto her knees and subsequently pushed down harder onto his fingers. Alpha matched her movements and guided her with his right hand, holding her at her waist with a solid grip.
Words of affirmation and sounds of pleasure tumbled from her lips as they both chased her release, her eyes closed through it all untill something changed and she tore her eyes wide open to look at him with her doe eyes.
„Alpha I‘m…“ her words failed her but he didnt have to hear them to know what was comming.
„I know“ he whispered into her ear as he buried his face in her neck again, but it all came crashing down far more quickly than expected. Before he knew it her walls quenched around his fingers and she let out a soft cry, her hands trying to find more purchase on him as she laid her head on his shoulder. He kept going, even through her peak, allowing her to ride out her high as she followed his lead, slowing down her hips‘ movements before comming to an exhausted halt.
His Jedi was breathing heavily, head still resting on his shoulder, the force felt like it was floating around him like a thousand little butterflies. He slowly pulled out his hand from underneath her, ignoring her almost inaudiable whimper and the slick sticking to him and rested his hand on her still trembling hips. When her breathing finally had slowed, he cleared his throat, causing her to perk up and lift her head off of his shoulder a bit.
„We should get you cleaned up, the longer that aphrodisiac is on you, the harder this will be on you.“ he could feel her nodd at that, so he heaved himself and her in his arms up to stand, before gently letting her stand on her own. Her legs were still shaking though, which left her almost falling to the floor again, werent it for Alpha‘s quick reflexes as he grabbed her by the hips again to steady her.
She was situated with her back to him, bracing herself against her shower wall to keep upright and his hands resting at her sides. If anyone would‘ve walked in on this, well.. it would‘ve been just as compromising as their previous position.
Alpha had to shake the thought from his mind, but it only served to draw his attention even more to their positioning. Instead of focusing more on how her ass was pushing up against his very tight feeling codpiece, he redirected his attention to his current gaol: Wash the damn poison off of his Jedi and THEN continue to deal with the consequences.
So he proceeded to turn on the shower, thoroughly drenching both of them before gently swipe his hand down her back in an effort to remove any remaining pollen. A bunch of them were stuck in her hair though and any effort of removing them was in vain. In the mean time, his Jedi was able to regain enough self control and grabbed the bottle of shampoo, which she promptly handed to him.
Wordlessly he put a generous amount on her head and began massaging her scalp. She leaned back into him, fully bracing her standing weight against him as she enjoyed the treatment and smiled with peacefully closed eyes and her head resting on his chest. Alpha looked down on her as he continued his task, his heart singing with content at her peacefull expression, but his own mind was quick to betray him, as he noticed not only the hickeys he left along her neck but further down, her chest.
Alpha always considered himself an Ass type of man, but now, he wasnt too sure anymore. The more he stared at her mounds and perky nipples, the more he yearned to touch and fondle them. He knew that, given the circumstances, he could fulfull that yearning but as his eyes wandered to per peaceful expression again, he put an extra short leash on himself, before murmuring to her ear an instruction to turn around.
Her eyes slowly opened and looked at him as she wordlessly followed his instructions and he began to scrub down her arms, back and sides. She was quick to melt into his form however, getting the shampoo on his blacks as well.
„You missed a spot“ was the first thing she said, when she noticed how he respectfully evaded her bum and giggled when her Captain went stiff for a brief second.
„Oh? Where?“ he asked, feigning ignorance, and she grabbed his arm, putting it to her bum „Here“.
Alpha thought to entertain her humerous mood and traveled a few inches up from where she guided his hand to. „Here?“ he asked again, and she giggled at that „no, lower“. So he inched his hand lower again, „Better?“, „no“, „Lower?“, she nodded and he moved. He asked again, „Better?“ and she shook her head again, a quiet giggle audible.
Finally, he placed both his hands on her cheeks and squeezed gently. „How about now?“ he asked one more time, and she nodded affirmingly into his chest giggling again.
„You still missed a spot“ she said again after a brief moment of silence, as Alpha finished rinsing off the soap from her back. This time she pushed herself from him to look at him, Alpha looked back and watched, as she turned around in his arms, pressing her back into his chest again.
Oh force help him, Alpha tried his best to keep a blank stare to his face, but the way she draped one arm around his neck and looked up at him with a FULL VIEW was not making his pants feel any more lose. The water beads on her skin making this whole scene feel like straight out of an adult holo.
She was looking at him intently, a smile tugging at her lips while her hand started going through his now damp hair again. The force danced around him, leaving him with a tingly feeling as if she‘s teasing me. In an instant, Alpha decided to play along her little game and smirked at her. For a moment she blinked, surprised at his change in demeanor, but then, as his hands ran up from her hips to cup her brests, she closed her eyes, held onto his arm with her own and melted into him with a content sigh.
He buried his face in her neck again, gently nuzzling her„That the spot you meant?“ and she replied with a dreamy „mhm“. Now that Alpha was more aware of his own predicament, it made him more susceptible to her actions as well and right now, he was going through an internal crisis.
She felt wonderful against him, everything felt fuzzy and tingly and by the force she was so soft. He wanted more, so much more, but he wasnt too sure if she would need him to help her like that anymore, the worst of it seemed to have passed by now. And besides his body‘s current predicament, there was also that pestering annoyance with his heart.
Alpha felt a pang of disapointment at his revelation, his cynical mind chastising him for even believing that there was a chance. He didnt let his actions mirror his internal conflict but of course his Jedi knew something was off and he knew too, by the way the force twisted around him in confusion. Funny thing, the force… I wonder if she feels me the same way I feel her now.
Her eyes opened and looked up at him again, she was trying to figure him out. But Alpha had other plans. He didnt want to mull over what is, istnt, could or couldnt be at this moment, instead enjoy whatever time he had with her before everything would come crashing down eventually.
He grabbed her brests, rougher, much rougher than before and started kneading and caressing them. She moaned out his name at that and tugged at his hair. He let his hands wander all over her body, if she wanted him to stop, she would tell him, and resumed his nipping, biting and kissing of her neck and shoulder.
But within an instant she snapped out of the pleasuring high he was carrying her to and turned around in his arms. He looked at her a bit dumbfounded, still holding her close to him though as she ran a hand over his chest. Alpha stayed still and watched, her eyes following her hand‘s movement before they migrated over his collar bone, along his neck and finally cradled his face in her hand. Her thumb ran over his cheek as her eyes tried to read him. Alpha resigned to watching her, the way she so gently touched him made his insides feel gooey and he leaned into her touch which granted him a smile from her.
Alpha wanted to scream and hold her as tightly to him as he could, he did not feel such genuine excitement since he was a cadet and Jango offered him and his batchmates a piece of chocolat.
But of course his own mind came crashing through, obliterating whatever pleasant feeling that was growing in him by harshly reminding him of their position, their duty, the war, and everything else.
Again Alpha tried to hide his soured mood but this time, she was the one to orchistrate the distraction. While he was preoccupued with his cynical thoughts, her other hand came up to cradle his face, pulling him down to her and crashing her lips to his.
Her kiss was slow and timid, but Alpha shook the surprise quickly and reciprocated the kiss with more fierce passion, his hands shooting up to hold her face close to him as hers slid down to rest on his chest.
For a moment, they kissed passionately, before he felt her push him gently. He released her from the kiss and let his hands slide back down to rest on her hips as they leaned in to touch their foreheads. She held onto his shoulders, breathing heavily as she started tugging at the fabric of his blacks.
„This is unfair“ whe whined quietly and looked up at him.
For a split second, Alpha stood there, baffled, then barked our a laugh.
„This isnt funny either, stop laughing!“ there was a pout on her face now and if it werent for the playful glimmer in his eyes, Alpha would‘ve fallen to his knees and asked for forgiveness.
Alpha had to stifle his laugh, „What do you want me to do about it?“ he asked with smug smile and raised eyebrow.
His Jedi smiled up at him and tugged at the neck of his shirt. Alpha‘s insides became all gooey again at her sparkling eyes.
„Take it off“ she said, still smiling brightly and batting her eyelashes at him while still tugging at his shirt.
Alpha‘s breath caught in his throat. Sure he knew he‘d be in some kind of stage of undressed by the end of this but he figured it to be more a consequence of action, not an outright demand of his Jedi to take off his gear.
But who was he to deny her anyways, he thought and grinned at her before giving in „Alright“ he answered with a playful tone and let his hands slide from her side to begin unclapsing his armor. Experienced as he was, it didnt take long for him to get rid of the top half of his armor, the pieces falling to the shower‘s floor with a heavy bang each time, untill he ridded himself of his left vambrace, the last remaining piece.
Previously standing to the side and watching him take off his armor, his Jedi creeped her way back into his arms just as he let the vambrace fall to the ground and started tugging at the hem of his shirt while chewing on her bottom lip. Alpha smirked, enjoying how eager his Jedi was to have him undressed, but took pitty at her futile attempts to lift up his shirt and pulled it over his head with one swift move.
Immediately her small cold hands started skimming over his drenched body, tracing his scars and muscles and alpha had to suppress a moan. Oh the things she does to him. His hands found her sides again and started roaming all over her, her eyes shooting up to meet his and he took the opportunity to lean down and kiss her deeply. As she mewled into the kiss he grabbed her ass and she let out a high pitched moan, before grabbing his face, smiling at him and resuming their kiss.
Oh the things she does to him!
Just when Alpha thought his codpiece might just break from his errection, she snaked one hand down, letting her fingertips glide over his chest and abdomen untill she reached his belt and started fumbling with it.
Alpha moaned loudly into the kiss before pulling away and spinning her around again. „Stop it or you‘ll regret it, sweetheart“ he growled as he nibbled at her ear lobe, letting one hand mound her chest, while the other creeped down and between her legs.
First she giggled at his threat, then, after a particularly rough grab of her brests and hard stroke to her heat, she yelped out a moan and braced herself with both arms against the wall. Alpha kept teasing her for a moment as her moans became louder, god how he loved hearing them, before he coundt take it anymore and began grinding on her ass.
She caught on quickly to his at first almost unnoticable movements before she let her left hand wonder down to his and yank it away.
At first caught off guard, Alpha slowed his movements, but when she threw her head back onto his shoulder and looked at her with her doe eyes again, filled with lust, he couldnt supress a growl.
„More, Alpha.“ despite being out of breath, her demand left no room for arguments and Alpha gladly took his unemployed hand to fumble around on his belt, understanding very clearly what she was implying to him. The now familiar feeling of the force tingling around him in agitation filled him with even more of a sense of urgency than his desperately errect Penis (BECAUSE WE CALL IT WHAT IT IS FUCK OFF) already did.
While he kept her occupied with his hand on her chest, she returned the favor by pushing her behind more on him, earning another growl from Alpha who was desperately trying to rid himself of his belt.
Finally the familiar *snap* of his belt mixed with the sound of the running shower and their shared sounds of pleasure, letting relief wash through Alpha, and -going by the force‘s more calm disposition- her as well.
He unlatched his codpiece, letting it fall to the ground with a heavy sigh, before undoing the zip as his Penis sprung free. His Jedi didnt give him much time to adjust though, as she pushed herself even more against him and Alpha took a hold of her hips, supporting her efforts as he let a deep groan emmit from him as she started moving against his errecrion.
As she continued grinding, her movements became more pronounced, more hurried. Alpha, through his high, realized how she stopped momentarily, re positioned herself and contunued rocking her hips, now with his penis squeezed between her trembling thighs and slicked heat. He enjoyed watching her take matters into her own hand (litterally haha) but when she grabbed his arm and guided him in between her legs, and his other to grab her chest, he understood and wordlessly began his work.
He caged her in with his arms, his much bigger frame covering her completely, as he started grinding up on her in a slow but rough pace. His Jedi melted into him, moaning his name and grabbing onto him, wherever she could for support as he kept rocking his hips.
For a moment, she was content with his efforts but when the familiar sensation of a growing orgasm started spreading through her, she became impatient and met Alpha‘s thrusts with her own grinding hips. He didnt take too kindly to her efforts however and stilled her hips with a bruising grip.
He leaned down to her ear and growled. „Do you want this to last more than 30 seconds?“ hearing his gruff tone, she stopped all her squrming and moving and nodded with a small whimper. „Good, then let me take care of you.“ again, she nodded obediently and tried to keep herself still as he losened his vice like grip on her hips and smoothed his hands over her body.
he kept his nose burried in her neck as he slipped his hand in between her folds again and picked up his maddeningly slow pace again. he let his his hands work harder as they groped her chest, caressed her body and pleasured her sex, while he slowly dragged his errection over her folds to ensure he‘d last longer, because by the force, he was so kiffing close already.
His Jedi did a wonderful job, keeping still for him, but she reached out to him through the force and he felt just how desperate she was. It was almost impressing, seeing how rigid she stayed, so he picked up the pace drawing faste circles on her sex, but keeping his gringing to a slow and steady minimum. He felt as her heart beat faster against his hand, her breathing becomming more erratic and her whole body started to shake as her second orgasm ran its course through her body.
She leaned back on him as she enjoyed her bliss, whereas Alpha tried to keep himself from losing it, just by seeing and watching her.
She kept her eyes closed as she held onto his arms and slowed her breath. The room was quiet except for the pitter patter of the still running shower as she sighed in content.
But she wasnt oblibvious to her Captain‘s unfinished business and the thought of his member pressing up to her heat had her mind spinning with unbridled hunger again. Alpha too noticed her change in demeanor and let a breathy moan escape him as she started grinding again.
„What did I say, sweetheart?“ he growled in a warning tone, but she ignored him and continued her assault, only stopping momentarily, as she leaned back to look him in the eyes.
„Take me“ she whispered „and dont hold back“. Her eyes burned with need and lust as she lifted a hand to trace his lips.
It took all strength within him to not completely lose his mind then and there, but he took her word and quickly adjusted their position as he cursed under his breath. She followed his lead, bracing herself against the shower wall and slightly bending over for him. With one hand he kept an iron grip on her hip as he stroked himself with the other, before running his errection along her folds waiting, watching her reaction. She tried pushing herself more against him, but he stopped her with his hold, then leaned over and asked her one last time „Are you sure?“.
„Yes, yes by the force, yes!“ and with those words all his self control went flying out the air lock as he pushed his penis into her, the room filling with the sound of their groans, grabbing both her hips to slowly push into her.
Alpha was glad that, in all places he could have found her, he found her in the shower, as the water that covered them both allowing him to enter her more smoothly. And considering their impressive difference in size, smooth entry was certainly what they needed now.
As he slowly gained inch by inch, both of them moaned and mewled at the extatic feeling. He felt her tremble under his hands, so he began drawing circled with his thumbs on her hips, trying to soothe any discomfort. But as he was 2/3ds buried in her heat, he couldn‘t take it anymore and began pulling out, only to reconquer her inch by inch again. At first his Jedi begged him to not pull out, but when he pushed back in, this time with less hesitation, she threw her head back, yelling out his name in pleasure.
Alpha kept his pace agonizingly slow, stillable to recognize his worry for his Jedi and her well being, but as he desperarely tried to keep his thrusts slow and controlled, she was starting to meet his thrusts.
„Alpha, for force‘s sake, please…“ she begged as a sob escaped her lips, „please“, the desperation clear in her voice. Alpha‘s errection twitched at the sound of his Jedi‘s pleas, his own resolve crumbling and he did as told.
„As you wish, princess“ he whispered into her ear, a shudder running through her body, as he leaned down to her and gradually began thrusting faster, stronger and deeper.
She showered him with words of praise, how good he felt, how strong he was, every word spurring him on to do better, please her more and chasing his own release. At one moment, one of her small hands reached back, flailing to find anything to hold onto, he grabbed it, interwiened their fingers, snaked their arms around her and pulled her closer to his chest.
He began kissing along her neck again, sucking at the already formed hickeys and continued dragging his errection along her tight walls at an increasing speed and ferocity. She kept moaning more praises and pleas but her words became increasingly incoherent, the closer Alpha brought her to her orgasm. He felt pride bubble in his chest and smirked at the thought of making his Jedi Cock Dumb. Oh how he would relish in this memory for all the remainder of his miserable existance.
It didnt take long as her moans became louder, more primal, and somewhere in the jumble of words, Alpha could make out a breathlessly whispered „m‘ close“. He growled, letting her know that he heard her, but it seemed his growling had quite the effect on her as he felt her walls tighten. „You like that?“ he asked, his voice rough from straining „You like hearing me growl?“. She nodded feverishly at that, moaning out some incoherent affirmations to his question and pressed herself more to his chest, a look of delerious bliss on her face as she looked at him through hooded eyelids.
Alpha cursed loudly when he saw her expression and lost all self control, grabbing her hips with bruising force and began pounding into her at a neck breaking speed, burrying his errection all the way into her womb. Only a few thrusts into his mission he felt her walls clench around him, her body shaking more violently as her orgasm flooded her system. Alpha was not far behind, watching her in excasy, sreaming out in overstimulation and pleasure edging him on before thrusting into her sharply once, twice, and finally releasing into her with one final hard thrust.
Both were breathing heavily, grateful for the cool water running over both as they slowly came back to reality. Alpha still held her hips flush against his, but he losened his grip on her and hugged her more gently to him. She lowered her arms from the wall, no longer needing to brace against her Captain‘s dizzying pace and snuck her hands into his. She was extatic, the tingly feeling of the force conveying as much to him and he burried his face in her neck, ghosting his lips over her neck, occasionally planting a soft kiss here and there. He didnt want this to end, holding her in his arms, kissing her and dick burried to the brim in her. He didnt want to return to the harsh reality of his existance, but he knew it was only a question of time. Still he held onto her, not wanting to end the moment and leaving that choice to her.
They both stayed like that, basking in each other‘s presence and enjoying the water gently trickle down their bodies, for what felt like an eternity and a split second alike.
„Alpha?“ her words broke him out of his trance and he hummed in acknowledgement, already dreadding her next words.
„Would you say yes, if I asked you to do it again?“ the tone of her voice was so gentle and sweet, Alpha almost didnt register what she was asking for, but smiled into her skin when he did, leaving a particularly long kiss at her neck and hummed in affirmation.
„Good“ she whispered, melting into his embrace. „Because I will need your help too, I can barely stand“ Alpha‘s face blanched at first but his colour returned when she started giggling. „Sure thing“ he replied finally with a smile of his own.
As they eventually managed to separate from each other, their plan was to shower, properly this time and return to the ajacent bedroom. But of course the pollen still had an affect on his Jedi and it didnt take long for her to be all over him again, making out and drowning in his frame.
Finally, after another round with her back pressed up against the cold shower wall and her legs and arms curled around him as he pounded into her with one hand to her ass and the other threading through her silky hair, they managed to actually get cleaned, Alpha discarding all of his armor and clothes along the way, and migrated to the bedroom. True to his word, Alpha carried his Jedi bridal style and sat her down on her GAR standard issue, not stolen table, as they dried themselves off.
It took Alpha exactly 2 minutes and 32 seconds to dry himself completely, then he returned to the shower to collect and dry off his armor and wrung out his blacks before throwing them over the transperisteel (Glass, idk look it up again to be sure, editor) in a futile attempt at letting them dry up, at least a bit. He didnt want to drag a swamp along when he would have to return to the corridors of the cruizer.
When he stepped back into the bedroom, his Jedi was still perched up on the table, her back turned to him and with a brush in one hand and a bunch of her hair in the other as she violently raked through it.
At first Alpha believed her to be upset or angry, but when he walked closer, she turned around at the sound of his steps, wearing a bright smile with a twinkle in her eyes, and then resumed her assault on her hair.
I just hope that whatever Padawan is bestowed upon her, doesn‘t have long hair, he thought as he kept watching her with more apprehension, worried she might ponce him and try to brush out his unruly, yet thankfully short curls. That is, unless they find out about this. She will be ruined.
Alpha sighed and shook his head at the thought, tired and annoyed of his own mind ruining the playful moment for him. „What is it?“ he took a breath and woke himself from his trance. She was still staring at him, her face neutral now, brush set down and all attention on him. She was reaching out to him through the force, the touch gentle and inviting, come closer. Instinctually, his feet carried him to stand in front of him and she grabbed his hands in hers, still fixating him with her eyes.
Again a sigh left his lips and he shook his head, „Don‘t worry about it“. He tried sounding convincing and forced a smile on his face, but she knew, and so did he. Thankfully though, she understood that he did not wish to speak of it and let it slide, her eyes falling to their intervened hands.
„Will you stay a moment longer?“ she asked, barely above a whisper. He watched her as she played around with his hands in hers, „You must be tired, after all… this…“.
There was a shy smile tugging at her lips as she lifted her gaze to meet his again and he was still watching her intently as she cast her gaze to the side. „I know I certainly am.“ The comment was barely a whisper, but Alpha heard and closed his hands around hers.
„Sure..“ he grumbled, a smile tugging at his lips as he spoke „If that‘s what you wish for“.
A small giggle left her lips as she nodded and looked at him again. „Will you carry me?“ her eyes looked at him with so much hope shining in them, giving his insides that now all too familiar gooey feeling and he nodded before picking her up again, turning on his heel, takng two long strides and putting her down on the bed. Alpha turned around again and went to the small kitchen isle to grab a bottle of water, thinking she would be waiting patiently for him, but when he turned around, she had discarded of her towel, that previously was wrapped around her body, laying on her back, draped like a beautiful statue and looked at him expectantly.
Alpha swallowed but willed his growing errection to stay down as he made his way back to the bed, put the bottle down on the bedside and rolled onto his back as well, unfortunately dropping his towel on the floor as well.
The moment Alpha was lying on his back though, she had already creeped her way into his embrace, laying her head on his arm and curling around him. By instinct, Alpha put his arm around her and interwened their fingers as she put her free hand on his chest, onto a particularly large scar, whose shape she began tracing with her fingertips.
His mind wandered back and forth between the current happenings and what was to happen. Was this a one time thing? Will she be angry with him for not just turning on his heels when he realized what was going on? So many questions swarmed his mind and he tried to rid himself of them every few minutes, focusing his attention on her, and how she felt, lying against him. But he couldn‘t help his mind returning to all these uncertain questions.
Amongst all of them, one in particular infested his thoughts.
Was this real?
Or was it just the pollen?
He had his own run in with a similar kind of pollen a few years ago and knew the unbearable desire it could awake within one‘s heart, he would‘ve not been too surprised that side effects could be temporary affection towards any intercourse engaging partner. It would make sense biologically and chemically, but the possibility tore his heart appart.
Alpha has seen many people die, some he didn‘t know too well, others he hated and those he cared for deeply. But thinking of losing her was unbearable to him now. Funny how I‘m just thinking of this now, he thought as he realized just how attached he was to his Jedi and how much he truly cared for her. Or maybe the pollen are affecting me too… I did touch them, so it‘s possible.
„How did you get this scar, if you don‘t mind me asking?“
He was pulled out of his thoughts and looked at her, her eyes still on the scar and hand tracing around the edges, as he thought of the answer. It was a large scar, the size of his palm with frizzled ends to the scar tissue, one he got after fighting Grievous as he was stabbed with a lightsaber. He was almost done for but saved in the last minute and thanks to the long necks technology and some unfortunate deceased clone‘s donation, he was also fit to serve again, but the Republic kept him from the front lines, damning him to instruct new troops and staying away from most battles, thus how he ended up with his Jedi.
Never thought I‘d be happy thinking about this tin can stabbing me, he thought and then replied to his Jedi with the encounter, keeping things short and simple. When he finished, she hummed in acknowledgement and moved her hand to another scar, running diagonally over his right collar bone.
„And this one?“, again, Alpha answered her, describing how one of his CC trainees accidentaly sliced through his blacks during a lesson in Marksmanship.
She hummed again, then readjusted herself in his arms to lie on her stomach and prepped herself up on her elbows before tracing his face, finally stopping at a scar that ran from the corner of his upper lip to about an inch below his eye.
This time she didnt need to ask as Alpha responded the unspoken question. „Rough landing on Florrum, banged my head against the console.“ he stated simply. For a while she kept her eyes on the scar, tracing it and his lips and then smiled.
„You look handsome with them“ she said quietly, apparently lost in her own mind. A smile tugged at Alpha‘s lips and he lifted his hand to tuck a lose strand of her silky hair behind her ear as she leaned in closer to him, their lips almost touching.
„I would like to say you‘re beautiful“ he whispered, looking at her lips „But words don‘t do you justice.“, he finished his thoughts and looked at her eyes again. Her look was unreadable but he hadnt much time before she closed the distance between them. With all urgency gone, the kiss was slow and sensual. Alpha forced his brain to brand the memory of the feeling of her soft lips agains his rough ones, into it as he moved with her, cradling her face in his palm.
All of a sudden, his Jedi pulled back from him, at which he almost whined, before she threw her leg over him and straddled him. For a brief moment, she ran her hands over his abdomen, over his chest and shoulders and down to his hands again, which seized the hold on her hips again. She returned her path back to his neck and leaned down to kiss him again.
Of course it didn‘t take long before Alpha felt himself getting hard again, his Jedi was quick to notice it too and purpousefully began teasing his errection with her hips. Her efforts quickly bore fruit as Alpha tried to surpress a groan but failed miserably. She couldn‘t help but giggle at his reaction but of course, he wasn‘t one to yield so quickly, so he took a handfull of her ass in each hand and squeezed. With a yelp she jumped, leaning forward which gave Alpha a wonderful view of her brests and a brilliant idea came to his mind as he saw his opportinity and began nibbling, kissing and licking at her chest. Her hands shot up to weave through his curls an take a hold of him as she moaned out his name breathlessly.
For a while they continued as such, Alpha taking care of one brest before focusing his attention on the other while she continued to tease his errection with the guidance of his hands on her behind. This time it all felt different, maybe because it wasn‘t so rushed, not desperate, but Alpha didn‘t care to investigate any further, not when this all felt so peaceful. A second later after his conclusion, she pushed herself up and looked at him with the same undefining stare as she let her hands ghost over his face, and thread though his hair, before leaning down again to capture him in a searing kiss.
Despite the building tension, it was all so very gentle. The kiss, the touching, the feeling, all was gentle and soft (Except his dick, that ish is rock hard, i tell ya). As they continued their kissing, his Jedi let one hand wander down between them before gently ghosting her fingers over his errection and then fully wrapping her small fingers around him as she began to stroke him at a slow pace. Every last coherent thought left his mind, as his sole focus lied on her hands around his hardened Penis and her every move.
She continued stroking him, experimenting with different pressure and movements, but stopped apruptly, letting Alpha crash back down to reality, only to open his eyes and watching her adjust herself to take him again. As much as he cursed out the bastard King before, he couldn‘t help but to think of sending him a thank you post card after this, maybe even a bottle of some courescanti wine.
As she finally had adjusted her body over his and positioned his errection at her entrance, she began a slow descend, letting him fill her up, inch by inch, untill she settled on his hips again, eyes closed, having fully accomodated to his size with a moan.
Alpha just watched the scene unfold in front of him, ready to blow his load just by watching her, as she began running her hands over his body. He let his hands fall from her hips and grabbed her roaming hands, worrying if he didn‘t, he‘ll cum then and there, and interwened their fingers again. She opened her eyes again and squeezed his hands as she began to rock her hips in small circles.
He watched in extacy as she moved, willing, oh so willing to bring them to the release they both desired. Her hair framing her like a brilliant halo, an everpresent smile on her lips and the glistening glow of her slightly sweaty skin. She was beginning to experiment with her hips, rolling them this or that way, to see what kind of reaction she could get from Alpha as he lied there beneath her, growling and moaning at every change.
Eventually, Alpha couldn‘t take it anymore and growled loudly, roughly grabbed her already bruised hips, planted his feet into the mattress and began pounding into her. At the change of pace, she gave an undignified squeak as she lost her balance and slung her arms around his neck as she now laid on his chest, mewling into his neck as she let him bring them over the edge.
Alpha had already begun his thrusting at a high speed but as they both drew closer to their end, he picked up the pace even more before he felt his release wash over him. He continued pounding up into her, releasing his seed once more and tipping her over the edge as well as she moved her hips in sync to his to ride out their orgasms together.
Both of them were still comming down from their high, breathing hard with a pounding heart, when suddenly, from the fresher, Alpha‘s comlink started beeping.
„Dank Farrick“ his Jedi cursed, for the first time no less and he couldn‘t help but laugh at that. He let his grip on her losen as he rolled them both to the side „I have to get that, been M.I.A. for a bit too long“ he told her with an apologetic smile. She shook her head and grabbed his face, kissing him one more time „I know“.
With that, Alpha rolled out of bed and wandered into the fresher to check his comlink. It was an urgency call, and given the fact that Venom was probably still asleep, and his Jedi technically too, he was the next in command. So he went on to qickly freshen up, and pulled on his still slightly damp and cold blacks before gearing up in record time.
He stepped out of the fresher again, all geared up and grabbed his bucket on the table before wandering over to his Jedi, who was observing him from under the blankets.
„Urgency call?“ she asked, the disapointment written across her face.
„Yeah…“ he was hesitant and just as disapointed, but he knew. He knew it was his own fault for letting himself go down the drain and now he wanted to bang his head against the durasteel walls for it.
She nodded at him, the blanket wrapped all around her and pulled up, right under her nose and her eyes looking to the ground.
Alpha didn‘t have the courage to say anything, what was he supposed to say anyways? Thanks for the fuck? At a loss for words and no courrage in his heart, he decided to do the next best thing and pulled on his bucket, turned on his heel and dragged his feet to her door. He hesitated for a moment at the door, she reached out to him through the force again, filled with endless sadness, and Alpha took this as his cue to get out, vanishing into the corridors of the cruizer to return to his miserable existance.
It has been four days since the events took place and Alpha was currently lying in his cot and trying to sleep. But his efforts amounted to nothing but a hateful stare at the ceiling and a massive hard-on at the memories that have been running through Alpha‘s mind in a perma-loop for the last 4 days. Thanks to some Seppie attack on a close by system, his Jedi was off the cruizer for most of the time and he had yet to cross her path. He did also put in an effort to miss the reports, excusing himself to Venom about some Rookie Training or whatever else came to his mind that would work as a poor excuse. Thankfully, Venom didn‘t press his former instructor about it and just told him, he‘d let the Jedi know.
A chime of his comlink pulled him out of his thoughts and he looked at the flimsy thing, lying on his table as it kept chiming with the threat of an incomming call.
What bastard is pestering me in the middle of the night? he thought, as he begrudgingly got up and wandered over to his table.
Alpha-77 ‚Fordo‘
Alpha moaned when he remembered his weekly call with his fellow Alpha ARC and grabbed the comlink before migrating back to his cot and picking up the call.
„You bastard, you didn‘t call me yesterday, I thought the seppies finally got you only to find out through Fox of all brothers that you‘re still alive and kicking! I almost had a Heart Attack you dikut!“ Alpha waited for his brother to finish his rant, just sighing in resignation every now and then before returning the greeting.
„Well hello to you as well“ he grumbled before Fordo picked up his guilt tripping and gaslighting again.
For a while he kept going but then suddenly he stopped.
„What‘s on your mind, brother?“ he asked, his tone much too serious for Alpha‘s liking. „Gee you sound like you expect me to confess to a murder, who pissed in your coffee?“ he snapped back as he laid back down on his mattress.
„Don‘t try to divert from my question. What‘s going on? You didn‘t send me one com, not even an insult or a picture of whatever ugly ass thing you found, and telling me you named it after me.“
„So naming an ugly ass thing now isnt insulting to you?“ Alpha tried his luck again, sharing his thoughts and feelings certainly wasnt on his to do list.
He could hear a sigh on the other end of the comm „If you don‘t want to tell me that‘s fine, but you should talk about your problems, and even if it‘s to just trauma dump. That Jedi of yours, she seems nice enough, I‘m sure she‘d be more than happy to help ya.“
The comm stayed silent for a while, Alpha could already feel a tension headache forming „That‘s exactly the problem…“ he spoke barely above a whisper, but the disapointment, anger and frustration at the whole ordeal were clear in his voice.
„What did the Jedi do?“ Fordo‘s voice was as sharp as a knife „She has a name, you know..“ Alpha replied, more tired than angry now „and she didn‘t do anything.. well kinda... argh… it‘s not her fault either way though.“
And so he began his story telling. From the planned aid, to the garden, the talk with Venom at his return, and everything from the moment he stepped into her room to the moment he left, though he kept that part as vague as possible.
„You had sex with her?“ Fordo finally asked when all was said and Alpha couldn‘t help but sight for what felt like the 100th time. „Yes, I had sex with her…“ he replied dejected „Then why do you sound so depressed, shouldn‘t you be leaping around like a baby tooka in joy? I mean you fucked the woman of your dreams.“ Alpha felt like he could see Fordo‘s smug look through the force and groaned, „She‘s not my drea-„ he cut himself off, electing to not argue with his brother and instead focus on the cause of his sour mood. „The pollen, you bastard“ he finally said irritated.
„She was high on an aphrodisiac pollen and just needed someone to fuck it out of her system, that‘s all..“ Alpha was bitter and angry, not at her, it wasn‘t her fault, but at himself and the universe for playing such a cruel game with him.
„There was no real emotion involved, just…sex“ his statement came out much more quiet, but he didnt have the energy to argue anymore. „How do you know?“ Fordo asked, but Alpha could only sigh again in irritation.
„When we were done and I was about to walk out the door, she.. felt sad.“
„And you know this becauseee……?“
„Force bond thingy, don‘t ask, I got no clue… Only that she can convey her feelings to me through the force or whatever“
„Involuntarily?“
„no, only voluntary… I think.“
The com stayed quiet for a moment before Fordo spoke again. „And you don‘t think she purpousefully conveyed to you that she was sad because you were leaving?“
Alpha‘s reply was quick and very harsh, „Why should she?“
Another sigh came from his com „You bastard just told me she looked at you with twinkle stars in her eyes before you fucked her brains out, for being one of the best, you sure are dumb as shit right now.“
Fordo always had a way of getting through to Alpha with harsh words and insults but right now he was about ready to rip his brother‘s head clean off.
„Because, as I just told you, she was high as fuck!“ he finally snapped at Fordo, „And not because of my dick!“
„Well then if you check the bloody plant‘s affects, you‘ll have your force damned answer!“ Fordo snapped back at him with the same harsh tone „Grow a damn pair since you clearly lost your old one then talk to her about this and stop bitching around!“ and with that Fordo hung up on him, before he could get out another word.
Alpha was a bit dumbfounded at his brother‘s outburst and too damn proud to admit that he had a good point, nonetheless he followed up on the topic.
It didnt take Alpha too long before he found what he was looking for. The description of blue sex pollen was rather striking, even in a galaxy as strange as theirs. As he read through the effects of the plant he was pretty surprised with what he found.
Not only were the effects only there for a brief time, about 4 hours at most, but the pollen did not cause any emotional change towards any partner. Alpha was still in the middle of the Holo entry when he got an alert to his comlink and so he proceeded to get ready, projecting the site onto his HUD. He continued going through the document as he made his way down the halls and after finishing his read, started reconstructing the events of that day. By all accounts, she must‘ve been in the 4th hour of contact with the pollen, so the effects were minimal. But Alpha couldnt believe that, given how genuinely in pain she was.
The intensity of the reaction might vary, according to the person‘s body weight. Those of lower weight might experience greater effects than those of a higher weight. The duration does not change much, however, usually lasting up to 4 hours.
„Well I‘ll be damned..“ Alpha muttered to himself. This revelation put the whole ordeal in an entirely new light, one in his favor. But still, his cynical mind did not allow him any resolve. At the end of the day, she‘s still a Jedi and on top of that I probably fucked up, considering I avoided her like the pague.
With a heavy sigh, Alpha reached his destination and opened the door to the central command room.
The first thing he noticed was her and his heart stopped beating, before resuming so frantically. She stood with her back to him, wearing her normal white flowy attire with her hair in a lose braid falling down her back. Venom stood next to her, bucket still on but even so, Alpha could feel the perplexed look on his protegee‘s face at his appearance. Truth be told, Alpha didn‘t even check the list of present officers, too engrossed in his search for information.
He didn‘t feel as on edge as he thought he would, especially with the revelations of the past 30 minutes. He walked into the room, taking his spot next to his Jedi as she was still discussing the ongoing rebuilding efforts with her council. Alpha didn‘t pay much mind to it all either, still reading through the paper for a second time now, worried the words might‘ve changed in the last 20 seconds he didnt look at them, but of course they were still the same, not much interested in changing at all.
As the meeting dragged on, Alpha did not speak one word and just kept his post, standing next to his Jedi. Eventually a HUD chat from Venom popped up.
Didn‘t expect you to show up.
Thought you finally bit the dust.
A small smile threatened to tug at his lips as he read the message.
Why, so you can snag my secret stash of correllian whiskey?
A reply came a few seconds later
That and your leather chair >:)
Alpha snorted and shook his head a bit.
Good to have you back, old man.
This time the smile stayed on his lips as he thought about how much he did not miss these useless meetings, where he served no other purpouse than being a pretty little wall decoration to his Jedi. Not that he minded the last part though…
Eventually the meeting came to a close and his Jedi closed the holo projection, dismissed all present officers before turning to Alpha.
He steeled himself to be met with a sour or angly look, maybe that cold stare she always uses to scare any politicians into doing whatever she wanted but there was none of that.
She immediately looked at him, at first wearing that unreadable expression, before it morphed into a gentle smile.
„Commander, you are dismissed. I am sure you must be tired after yesterday‘s battle.“ Venom nodded at her words and turned on his heel, presumibly to get his much needed sleep.
Suddenly Alpha felt his nerves go blank. He was alone with her now, he won‘t be able to get out if this one, well he could, but he shouldn‘t. At this point, Alpha felt too curious about the whole ordeal and wanted answers. If he dealt with it now, it was done and over and he could move on with his life.
„I seem to have forgotten to eat my breakfast this morning, would you accompany me to the mess hall?“ her question was innocent enough and he supposed he‘d be able to survive the short walk to the mess hall with her, so he nodded and trudged out of the central command room after her.
As per usual, she seemingly floated down the corridor at a leisurely pace, at first not speaking a word. But when they turned into a more quiet corridor, she stopped, sighed before taking a deep breath and turned to look at him. The look of sheer determination shown on her face would‘ve send Alpha into a doting frienzy if it weren‘t for his own fried nerves, and boy was he glad to have been wearing his bucket at that very moment.
For a moment they just stood there, facing eachother and no words spoken. Then, all the determination seemed to wash off of her face, replaced by anger and she cast her gaze to the side with an angry huff.
„If I would have known how much suffering I‘d have caused you, I would have never asked for your help, Alpha“ but despite the angry glare, her voice was soft and sad. „I am so sorry“
Alpha was stunned. In all the possible scenarios that ran through his mind, this one was not amongst them. But it was clear to him now where she got the idea from, and why she kept giving him a way out.
„You didn‘t cause me any suffering“ it sounded way too harsh, almost passive agressive and his brain went into overdrive to find a way out of this mess.
„I mean.. yes you kind of did but..“ Kiffin‘ hell, way to go, you dikut. Her face remained downcast but he could still see her emotions wash over her face and as he spoke his last sentence, he could make out panic. Not the same as she held in her eyes that night, no. This kind was more profound, more damaging.
„No wait! I didnt- I just-“ before he could build a coherent sentence though, he had already yanked off his bucket, letting it fall carelessly to the ground and took the three strides to be standing right in front of her. Her eyes had jumped up at the sound of his clattering helmet and the heavy footsteps, looking at the man in front of her now, as he lifted his hands, ready to grasp her arms, but at the last moment he stopped, clenched his fists and lowered them to his sides again.
His Jedi seemingly resigned to staying quiet and letting him talk first, so he did, or tried at least.
„I dont regret what happened“ Alpha began, speaking his words slowly and clearly, „and I would do it again in a heartbeat if you asked me“ he realized just after he spoke his words how they could be percieved but hey, he was already going down, might as well commit to this nightmare and finally added„for any reason.“
When she didnt react and just kept staring at him with her big doe eyes, he decided to give it all the last push.
„The only suffering I felt was caused by my own wishful thinking. Not any action you took, just my wishful interpretation of it. And that is no one else‘s fault but my own.“
But still, she did not speak, did not move, and Alpha worried she might‘ve also stopped breathing alltogether. When she still did not react in any way after what felt like centuries, he cast his gaze down, closing his eyes and tensed before taking a deep breath.
This was it, it‘s all over now, you‘ll be going back to kamino and get decomissioned. It‘s high time anyways, you lived ling beyond your expiration date, old man.
„What wishes were you thinking of?“ her voice was barely ringing through all of his ten thousand racing thoughts but it all quieted down when he heard the words. A small glimmer of hope rose in him but again, his mind squashed it and all the little ambers around it. Still, his heart yearned for one answer.
„Did it mean anything to you?“ he almost regretted his words but her answer came faster than his regret.
„Yes.“ the word was barely a whisper.
He wanted to tear his eyes open and look at hers but he coudn‘t bring himself to do so. Still, maybe if he got more answers he would find his courrage again.
„Do I mean anything to you?“
He felt her hands grab his as she spoke her next words
„A lot more than you can immagine“
This time he dared opening his eyes. She was still looking at him, but the blank stare was replaced with a soft smile and that adoring look she wore once before in her eyes. Alpha felt himself regaining his courrage so he asked his last question.
„I looked up the pollen, were you ever even…“ but he didnt finish his sentence, as he saw how a smile threatened to take over on her face.
„At first, yes… but later…“ she trailed off, not finishing her sentence, as he smiled at her a bit unsure. At that she grinned at him before biting her lower lip and stealing a glance at his lips. Alpha took the hint and started to lean down but before their lips could meet, her comlink chimed.
„General, there is an emergency on the bridge, please report!“ the cracked voice of their Admiral rang through the abandoned corridor and they distanced themselves from each other. She let go of his hands before reaching out and pulling his helmet to her with the force. She took a good look at it, tracing over some scratches and dents before pushing it back to Alpha, smiled at him one more time and then turned to leave.
before she vanished though the doorway she stopped briefly and turned around, „Captain“ she called for his attention and he turned to look at her „Please let me know should you ever fall into a riovilian Aphrodisiac flower so that I can return the favor, yes?“
Alpha saw the playful glimmer in her eyes and nodded his head with a smile as he watched her dash away.
THE END FUCK YES
#alpha 17#alpha#alpha arc#clone trooper x reader#clonetrooper#alpha 17 x reader#alpha x reader smut#alpha x reader#smut#howdoesoneaddtaggs?
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Here is the sneak peak for squad 7! @cloneshippingbigbang
I’m excited to be presenting this to y’all! I hope you enjoy it :D
@reaalikaasu is the very talented artist!
Fic Title: Best Part
Rated: Teen
Word count: Over 25,000
Pairing: Fox x Thorn
Tags: cloneshipping, clonecest, CC-1010 | Fox, Clone Commander Thorn, CC-5869 | Stone, CC-4477 | Thire, CC-2224 | Cody, Clone ocs, jedi ocs, Sheev Palpatine, Mother Talzin, Canon-typical violence, palpatine dies, Mace Windu, Plo Koon, CC-6454 | Ponds, CC-3636 | Wolffe, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda, Satine Kryze, Mon Mothma, Padme Amidala, Bail Organa, Alpha-17, CC-1010 | Fox / Clone Commander Thorn, implied anirexdala,
Summary: Commanders Fox and Thorn are trying to survive the war together on Coruscant. Can they survive Palpatine’s machinations?
Snippet:
Stone’s voice was groggy and confused on the other end of the comm. "Fox? What's going on?"
"I overslept, somehow. I’m sure I set the alarms properly - some bastard must have turned them off," Fox explained in a rush. “Why didn't you comm me earlier? You know that Brink is going to be on your ass for pulling a third double in a row, even if I am grateful that you apparently decided to cover my shift without checking in with me. But I'm not injured, so you didn't need to do that.” He transferred the call to his bucket comm as he finished dressing in his armor, pausing for just a moment to snatch a breath and one of the emergency ration bars stashed in his bunk-side drawer.
"What? No, I'm not still on shift,” Stone answered, and he sounded increasingly bewildered. “Thorn took report a couple of hours ago. It's fine, Fox. Don't you - "
Fox cursed under his breath, tensing up further. He'd been unsure about whether or not the unnamed thing between himself and Thorn should continue - despite the warm-soft-fuzzy feelings, he didn't want to overstep, and here Thorn was covering for one of his missteps. "Force karking damn it. I still wish that one of you had woken me up! I'll be at headquarters in five. Hopefully he hasn't had to cover too many of the meetings I'm supposed to be in for security reasons today."
"FOX! You don't have any meetings scheduled today. You're also not scheduled for patrol!" Stone half-yelled. "Fox, don't you remember?"
Fox paused for a moment, trying to figure out what Stone was referring to. There was something niggling at the back of his mind, but in his not-panic over being so horribly late to his shift he couldn't quite remember what it was that he should be remembering. "Remember what? That I'm horribly, horribly late? And that if any of the nat-borns we deal with - outside of the Jetiise - realize this slip up, it's back to Kamino for recalibration if I'm lucky?"
"Force's sake, Fox! You have the day off. Your request for leave went through," Stone cut in, talking over more of Fox's babbling with fond exasperation. "None of us woke you up because you're on leave.”
Fox blinked in surprise, and the memories slowly filtered back in at Stone’s words. That’s right; he had five days off, all in a row. His request, submitted months ago, had finally been approved a couple of days previously, despite the Supreme Chancellor originally rejecting it.
Fox had Bulwark to thank for that; the Chief Medical Officer had petitioned the Jedi Council directly, citing that battlefield commanders regularly got leave after campaigns, but the four commanders of the Coruscant Guard had never been granted leave because they were permanently stationed on Coruscant. Apparently he’d also had some choice words about CorSec all but abandoning their duties to the Guard - none of which the vode were even trained for, much less had the resources to take on.
While Fox had been concerned to hear that one of his vode had criticized CorSec so blatantly to the Jedi, he had to admit that Bulwark got results. Each of the commanders would get a few days of leave off over the following months.
Fox, who knew well that the kindly old grandfather persona that the chancellor projected in public was a flimsi-thin mask hiding quite a bit of petty vindictiveness, was surprised that the Jedi had been able to strongarm him into agreeing to even that much, and he dreaded how Chancellor Palpatine would punish the Guard for it later. It was clear that the chancellor had grown very used to having an enormous amount of power and the privilege that came with it. Then again, maybe even he had finally admitted that the Guard was of no use to anyone if they burned out.
“...Right,” Fox replied belatedly. “I forgot. Sorry to have bothered you.” He winced. “I woke you up, didn’t I?”
#csbb22#cc 1010#commander fox#commander thorn#fox x thorn#star wars#the clone wars#cloneshipping#commander stone
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