#The War Front|Clone Wars era
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💋-Do they use tongue when they kiss? For bitey plant
Sin a little Sin || Accepting
The Senator's question catches Melakeni off-guard.
Over the months, they have often spoken to one another plainly as women rather than by their chosen professions. If asked her opinion, the young knight might suspect that the Senator wishes she were closer to her sister. Or had a less political sense of sorority with her friends, her allies. Or perhaps, and this one might be conspiratorial, she simply wants an unfiltered opinion. There are many things that the Temple has taught Melakeni, but lying is not chief amongst them.
They walk through the garden. The grass beneath her feet reminds her of home, a word she does not use often. She misses her both of her fathers. She misses the real sun on her skin. She cannot miss her home-world, any more than she is allowed to miss anything else. So she pushes the feelings down deep. Stirs her thoughts for something she might say to satisfy the query posed to her.
Of all the Jedi, she is most close to those of her youngling clan. The youngest fears he will not be chosen by a Master. He fears his understanding and ability to channel the Force is not enough to secure his future in the Order. She has offered him close embraces and soothing kisses to his brow. Sweeping back the thick, unruly waves of his hair. She tells him the stories she remembers from her earliest memories. To say she has the softest place inside her for him is an understatement. If she had the power, she would take him under her wing. She would be his Master, but she has not yet earned the right to take on a padawan.
The next face that rises almost makes an uncharacteristic smile rise to her face. The very idea of kissing him is preposterous. At best they are competative with one another. Each easily egging the other on as they are both Consulars. Whether it is healing or fostering life on even the most dismal and barren of worlds, they are nearly peerless. But as much as their natural antagonism shines through, so too, is their deepest understanding. They might share things few others would be able to empathise with. But she suspects if they were to even attempt to press their mouths together, they might both shatter like glass.
And then there is Anakin.
His mouth is soft. It is sweet. Their kisses are desperate in a way that might defy explanation but she knows it is because there are so very few moments they might spend together. There is every expectation that the next time they are parted, it will be the last. Every moment they are away from one another it feels like a part of her is missing. So of course their reunions are equally as passionate, equally as raw. But she will not tell this to the Senator. She cannot tell anyone. Sometimes not even Anakin himself.
"Were I to kiss someone, I assume I would, my lady. Tongue and teeth, and breath drawn deep within. I would wish to communicate the depths of passion within my being. I would want to taste the Living Force as it clings to their soul. Just as I would think they would wish to know the same of me." And of a sudden, Melakeni comes to a stop. Arms withdrawn into the sleeves of her robes, she puts herself in the Senator's path, and gravely those brilliant green eyes search the taller woman's face. "Pardon me for having the audacity to postulate…but…are you simply curious about intimacy in regards to the Jedi, or….is it possible, Padmé, that you wish to kiss…me?"
#southern-belle-outcasts#The Senator|Padmé Amidala#With Her Tapestries Red|Padmé and Melakeni#The War Front|Clone Wars era#Scintillating Light|Coruscant
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THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT
#CLONE WARS ERA??#oh my god 😭😭😭#please tell me we’re gonna get crosshair having a good time with the rest of the batch PLEASE#also wrecker in front AS HE SHOULD BE#yes sir#the bad batch#star wars#bad batch#tbb wrecker#tbb hunter#tbb tech#tbb crosshair
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[FIC] To Be Free Once More (That's Worth Fighting For) ~ Star Wars: Prequels ~ Fox/Obi-Wan ~ Mature ~ Ch 1/15
Title: To Be Free Once More (That's Worth Fighting For)
Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Era
Author: Batsutousai
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Alternate Universe, Qui-Gon survives, Jedi Shadow!Obi-Wan, Jedi culture positive, Coruscant Guard deserve better, clone trooper dehumanisation, institutional abuse, discrimination, learning to trust, Jedi and clone trooper relationships, strangers to friends to lovers, idiots in love, trans/nonbinary/agender clone troopers,
Summary: As a Jedi Shadow, Obi-Wan hadn't expected to have much to do with the clone troopers. Until, suddenly, he does.
Notes: This fic will be 15 chapters long, with the final chapter going up at some point on the 17th of May, for those who prefer to binge.
CHAPTER ONE
"Aayla gets on well with her troopers," Obi-Wan commented, having heard about her friendship with her commander from Quinlan, who seemed torn between being overprotective of her presumed virtue, and delighted that she'd been paired with a commander that she got on with. "Anakin, too."
"Anakin has never been particularly comfortable with authority figures," Qui-Gon commented drily. "His refusal to act like one was wholly expected."
"Yes, I wonder where he got that particular mindset from," Obi-Wan muttered loud enough for Qui-Gon to hear, and studiously ignored his former master's chuckle. "When are we dropping from hyperspace next?" He wasn't certain about comming Anakin for advice, but Aayla might have some actionable suggestions, and it had been far too long since he'd last spoken to her.
Qui-Gon hummed, then used the Force to call his comm to him, typed something on it, then set it down and went back to his trimming.
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes at the complete lack of answer, then left the bed, which he'd been lying on, since the only chair was serving as a plant holder, to kneel in front of Qui-Gon's footlocker, delighted when it opened at his first guess for the code.
"What, exactly, are you doing?" Qui-Gon asked, tone dry, but presence in the Force warm and amused.
"Disregarding your presumed boundaries," Obi-Wan returned cheerfully, even as he pawed through his former master's belongings.
Qui-Gon huffed, then called, "Come in, Commander!" when the quiet doorbell chime sounded.
"You asked to see me, General?" Commander Cody asked, once they'd stepped into the room far enough for the door to close again behind them, curiosity curling through the Force around them.
"Yes," Qui-Gon agreed, setting down his sheers and turning to face the clone. "Obi-Wan was asking whether there was any way to make the troopers more comfortable with him mingling with them."
Obi-Wan groaned into the footlocker; he should have guessed that his former master's solution would be to simply ask one of the clones. "If the answer is there isn't one," he said, before the commander could open their mouth to respond, "please just tell me so; I'm perfectly capable suffering the next week dealing with Master Jinn."
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#foxwan#foxywan#pairing:Fox x Obi-Wan Kenobi#fandom:star wars#fic:To Be Free Once More (That's Worth Fighting For)#happy birthday to me: have some fic
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could you do one where the reader regresses during a mission? With clone wars era anakin?
🎀 anon
you have the best ideas omg
you woke up this morning feeling incredibly little. you pushed it down, not wanting to impede on anakin’s plans. he had this mission planned for weeks, needing you specifically as your father, a political figurehead on Tattooine, was making issues for the senate and giving troubling signs of separatist sympathy. you had no contact with your family, especially not your father, and preferred to keep it that way. however, you were beginning to feel useless and when this opportunity arose, you jumped at the opportunity.
you had tried sending a message to your father, asking him to PLEASE stop this madness, but you received no response. you knew he would be angry with you when he saw you, but anakin would be with you the entire time.
you sat in the passenger seat of anakin’s ship, silent as he manned the controls. he looked over at you.
“i will turn around right now, i’ll take you home. i’ll find someone to watch you, just say the word.” he told you, smiling softly. you shook your head.
“i feel kinda weird… but not enough to regress.” you lied. “i’ll be okay to wait til we both get home.” you told him, giving him a small smile. he nodded, you thinking he believed your lie. you felt better knowing he wasn’t worrying about you instead.
soon enough you landed on the desert landscape near mos eisley, departing the ship and tracking through the market to your fathers workshop. when you found it, you stood in front of the door, sighing.
“i don’t want to do this.” you muttered to yourself, hoping anakin didn’t hear. he did.
“i’m serious. anytime, even if we’re in the middle of speaking, just tell me. give me a sign, i will take you home and have someone watch you. i don’t care what the order says, you do NOT have to do this.” he said, grabbing your shoulders and making eye contact with you. you shook your head, not wanting to be a big baby. you stood your ground before, you would now as well. you were going to do this.
“no, anakin.” you said, and he backed off hearing his name. he nodded and smiled sadly at you, not used to hearing anything other than “daddy”.
“okay.” he said. “then let’s go, baby.” he said putting his hand on your back and guiding you in.
the workshop was small. roomy, but small. it was well lit with multicolored lanterns and lampposts, giving the room a very colorful view. you remembered it. you remembered being young, before your parents separated, and spending many a night in this workshop. you loved it. loved.
“most people use common sense when they don’t get a reply to a message and leave the recipient alone.” you heard a man scoff behind you. you turned around and deadpanned at him; lo and behold, in all his glory, your father. “then again, guess you weren’t very bright.” he grumbled.
“i’m very intelligent, thank you.” was all you said in response. “we’re here to talk about-“
“ugh.” he cut you off, exiting the room. “boring.” he called over his shoulder, making you scoff. anakin spoke up.
“you know of me?” he asked, holding his head high.
“the great hero of the order.” your father said sarcastically, not actually impressed. anakin’s response was to use the force to drag your father over to him, choking him in the process.
“i’m not as kind as your daughter. if you refuse to speak with her, you get me instead.” was all anakin said, keeping a dead serious expression. your father nodded, gasping for air when he was let go.
“these the kinda people you hang with?!” he asked incredulously. you on the other hand just shrugged.
“they’re nice to you when you’re nice to them.” you replied, earning a small snort from anakin. at least he thought it was funny, unlike your father.
“what do you even want?! why do you care where my allegiance lies?!”
“because your dragging this entire planet down a separatist sinkhole, i won’t have it, none of us will!” you said, raising your voice. “tattooine has for far too long been engulfed in war and slavery and the LAST thing it needs is separatist ownership. for fucks sake, dad, what the hell happened to you?!” you yelled, anakin behind you being dead silent. he’d never seen you this way. “you are my father-“
“i gave you life and that’s IT! you are no daughter of mine!” he yelled back, making you cry immediately.
“fine! die then! take the whole planet with you and die a lonely and miserable old man. i HATE you!” you screamed louder than anyone. the room fell dead silent.
“glad the feelings mutual.” he said with venom in his voice. “get out!” he pointed towards the door and kicked over a box. the noise startled you and you cried.
“daddy..” you sobbed.
“i’m not your father!” he screamed, pointing at the door again. “fucking go!”
you ran out into the streets, earning a few weird looks, but most people seemed sympathetic. your heart was breaking. what a stereotype, a young girl needing her boyfriend to be her caregiver because she has daddy issues. for fucks sake.
“i’m here. i’m not him, i’m here and i always will be.” you heard behind you, feeling a hand on your shoulder.
“i never should’ve come here.” you sobbed, shaking your head. anakin wrapped you in a tight hug from behind, his chin resting on top of your head.
“even when you’re just a baby, you’ve always wanted to do everything yourself. i see it now, you don’t want to be big or anything like that. you want to be independent so if someone leaves you, it doesn’t hurt. but you can depend on me.” anakin said. “you can always depend on me, i am NEVER going anywhere. not without you.” he said, whispering the last part. you cried at his words.
“daddy,” you began. “i lied. i shouldn’t have come here i’ve been feeling off all day.” you fessed up. your daddy was not angry or upset with you, he had a very calm look on his face, very sympathetic.
“i know.” he said. “you needed to come to this conclusion yourself, there was nothing i could’ve said.” he told you. “but i’ll tell you what we’re gonna do.” he began, walking you forward, back towards the landing spot. “we’re gonna go home, i’m gonna get you in a bath and changed, then we can have kol come watch you, or maybe obiwan, whoever. and i’ll come back here and deal with this, and you’ll never have to hear about him again.” you both stopped. “sound like a plan?”.
“yes.” you said, kicking a rock. you felt better already, in your headspace and your daddy already making plans to help you out. your shoulders relaxed.
“good.” he said, continuing forward with you in tow.
“i hate him.” you said.
“no, you don’t. you love him and that’s why it hurts. you won’t heal until you acknowledge that fact.” your daddy told you softly. you knew he was correct.
“why is he so mean?” you asked, feeling tears form again as you walked. you could see the ship ahead of you in the shipyard. you sighed.
“i don’t know, that i wish i knew.” he said sadly. “but i do know that it gets better, losing a parent. or in your case, going no contact. the first few days are hard,” he confessed, not wanting to lie to you. “but i’ll be there. then, it’ll get better. and better, and better, until you learn to live with that loss. it will always hurt if you think too long about it.” he said. “but you learn to live with that pain, and you learn ways to cope.” he said, smiling and reaching the ship. he opened the door and let you enter first.
“daddy?” you called out, looking back at him. he had walked in and was packing something.
“hm?” he hummed, stopping packing and looking up. he always gave you his full attention. always.
“am i too much?” you asked and he smiled.
“never.” he said, knowing you needed to hear it. it was the god’s honest truth, and he’ll tell you any day you need to hear it again.
🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀
#fanfic#archive of our own#star wars agere#anakin x reader#cg!anakin#anakin skywalker#daddy!anakin#star wars anakin#anakin x you
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Sifo-Dyas Wasn’t Supposed to Die: or The Worst Theory Ever
“All the things you should have stopped, but you didn’t, and nothing will ever be right again. And the things you’ve done,” he whispered. “By the pitiless stars, the things you’ve done…” -Dooku (on Dooku), Yoda: Dark Rendezvous by Sean Stewart
Theory: Dooku killed Sifo-Dyas not because it was planned, but to stop Sidious chucking his former best friend alive into a Jedi-torturing cave to use him as a vision-powered early warning system for his prequel era plots. (A horrible detail not of my own invention, but the exact fate Yoda sees happening to Sifo-Dyas in the Clone Wars episode where he has that Sidious-created vision.)
Anyway, STRAP IN FOR MY WORST IDEA EVER. I hear you. I hear you. Oh Jess, does your Dooku apologist garbage know no limits?! But I’m not giving Dooku a pass here, even if this is a somewhat more palatable version of events than Dooku just killing Sifo-Dyas because Sidious said so, depending on your interpretation of palatable. I realize this sounds like a stretch, but I hope I have convincing-enough evidence to back up my claims and show my work. I really believe that some things which make utterly no sense in the whole Dooku Murders Sifo-Dyas to Take Over the Clone Plot story arc suddenly become actually reasonable, or at least more clear, if you look at it all through the lens of this possibility.
Killing Sifo-Dyas Makes No Sense (for anybody)
Let’s be real: Sifo-Dyas’s murder fucking sucks, and this is even by Dooku’s admittedly poor murder standards. It’s both bad and stupid; you push even lightly on the plan with logic and it falls apart.
For some reason, instead of killing this important person who could ruin all his plans himself, Dooku hires some criminals he doesn’t even trust (apparently for good reason, as they turn around and keep evidence to blackmail him) to do the job. The logistics of this are further complicated and stupid: Sifo-Dyas isn’t even supposed to be where he ends up getting killed; he’s unexpectedly off on a different side mission from the mission he’s originally on. That would imply that this was something of a crime of opportunity, instead of something Dooku spent a long time meticulously planning - something of a relief, since Dooku would have to be trying to do a worse job at this. There’s even a civilian witness to the attack who, of course, survives.
Miraculously, the crash does manage to kill Sifo-Dyas (perhaps the only successful part of the whole fucking plot) but then, they move his corpse, so if this is a whole “stage a believable crash death to hide the murder element and buy time for the Clone Wars plot” thing, it’s missing a pretty key component. Then they further fuck that up by forgetting to take his very distinctive lightsaber out of the crash site, definitely linking Sifo-Dyas to whatever happened there. As a cherry on top of this disastrous murder sundae, Dooku then can’t resist Jedi Funeral burning Sifo’s body, in front of a bunch of fucking witnesses no less. He probably uglycried in front of them too, but now this is just my speculation.
But even if the murder was perfectly executed, WHICH IT WASN'T, killing Sifo-Dyas creates a tangible link back to Dooku, from the physical evidence to the established association between the characters - a trail of breadcrumbs Anakin and Obi-Wan are easily able to follow back as is explored in the Clone Wars “Lost One” episode. And Dooku knows better; he used to be a Jedi who helped with Jedi death investigations, as we see in Tales. Killing Sifo-Dyas opens up a whole host of “whys” and extra attention at a time when the Sith need what happened on Kamino to stay very quiet.
And why murder someone who is already actively working with you? Especially when Sifo-Dyas needs the clones to stay secret too? Dooku seems already to have had everything he needed in terms of access to the Kaminoans, as he’s able to successfully pull off the plan without Sifo-Dyas after his death. He’s also the one with the money, he’s got the connection to Jango; he could have easily gone behind his back. And furthermore, Sifo-Dyas trusted him - seemingly a large narrative reason for bothering to detail their long friendship and history of trying to change vision outcomes. Books like Dooku: Jedi Lost do a lot of work to establish that Sifo-Dyas could have had reason to go to Dooku in good faith and expect him to listen.
Keeping Sifo-Dyas Alive Makes Sense (for Sidious)
This idea about the Sith Torture cave is not my random invention. Sidious uses a vision of Sifo-Dyas trapped for 12 years in a Jedi-torturing cave to fuck with Yoda – and let’s be real, probably also Dooku, who does not look like he’s having a good time in this episode. In fact, Sidious used Dooku’s blood as a ritual component to CREATE the vision. (There being enough love/bond/connection left in Dooku’s blood to use it to attack Yoda after he’s been a Sith for 12 years is probably another horrible post.) But this seems to establish the alternative cave scenario for Sifo-Dyas as something that both Sidious and Dooku have at least thought about, and are still thinking about, years after his death, and powerfully enough to weave it into a vision.
And can you imagine how interested Sidious is in Sifo-Dyas’s powers, especially if they’re offering spoiler trailers for all of his favorite plans? He is very interested in prophecy, the future, and arguably uses some of those aspects in his manipulation of Anakin. Sifo-Dyas represents both a great threat and a great opportunity to a Sith Lord whose multi-tentacle plans are endlessly convoluted, and by their very nature require multiple contingency plans. How advantageous to have someone around whose one weird power is seeing alternative possible futures?
Keeping Sifo-Dyas alive but captive removes the only other person who knows the exact details about the Clone plot while preserving something potentially very valuable to Sidious. And there’s a further positive: a problem with the whole secret weapon clone army situation is that they need to be revealed at the pivotal moment in the new war. Someone trusted needs to tell the Jedi Council about the Clone Army and convince them to use them in the crisis. Who better to do this than producing beloved, missing Master Sifo-Dyas (who ten years of torture in a Sith cave has made very cooperative and corrupted indeed) to reveal the army to the Republic?
In Conclusion
But... Sifo-Dyas was his best friend, once, and Dooku chokes. Sentimentality, if not outright lingering love, is a flaw for Dooku as a Sith, and one he trips over repeatedly throughout his atrocities. And we can’t confuse this with actual valor. He doesn’t try to save Sifo-Dyas, only give him a less insanely brutal fate. He orders his death, and it’s a sloppy rush job for all the reasons you might expect from a sudden change of plan, and possibly, the need to kill him before Sidious figured out what he was actually doing. This might even explain him using a third party to do the job: he has plausible deniability to say “well, I ordered them to capture him, but they fucked it up.” Which of course, they did.
Bonus Round
This theory would also explain two lingering clues we have about Sifo-Dyas’s death involving the behavior of the two guilty participants around the topic:
Dooku
Dooku is really putting the “lie” in “unreliable narrator” during this era, so it can be difficult (and perhaps foolish) to look too deeply into his reactions. But I think it’s fair to say that Dooku acts “pretty fucking weird” about Sifo-Dyas’s death.
In the Lost One episode, he makes an impassioned appeal to Obi-Wan about joining him (a favorite topic of Dooku’s), claiming that Sifo-Dyas understood what he was doing and worked with him willingly. This conversation is only taking place because they caught Dooku in the literal fucking act of covering up evidence of Sifo-Dyas’s murder. It’s not like anyone is unclear about what they’re doing here. Dooku knows. Obi-Wan and Anakin know. Dooku knows that they know. And yet, he still, seemingly genuinely, wants to tell them that Sifo-Dyas sought him out and worked with him. “Join me, just like this guy I ended up murdering” is not a great argument, and Dooku has to know that. So what is the source of his doublethink on this topic? What’s the detail he’s holding onto that’s letting him keep his elaborate palace of denial intact here?
In Tales of the Jedi, Dooku makes an unclear, brief, stammering mention of Sifo-Dyas in the list of the things he’s done for Sidious, and yet killing Yaddle outright is an obvious difficult struggle for him, and narratively shown as a clear before/after moment for Dooku’s fall. The Sith ghost version of Dooku in the Yoda comic outright calls her his first kill. (Lol, Ramil Serenno would like a word.) But you’d think murdering his former best friend who was actively working with him would be a bigger deal? There's this pattern where it almost seems as if Dooku thinks about what happened to Sifo-Dyas differently than his other kills, as if he has some reason to think what he did was less bad or more necessary, even insisting on repeating the absurd “we were working together” narrative when it really has lost relevance in light of how that ended up.
Sidious
Sidious is as onscreen physically violent to Dooku as we ever see him in non-Legends canon in the Lost One Sifo-Dyas episode. He goes into the conversation angry and ends up choking Dooku out over holocomm. If Dooku did, as we assume, exactly what Sidious wanted him to in killing Sifo-Dyas back 10-12 years ago, why does he come into that conversation so violently furious and willing to outright hurt Dooku in a way that he doesn't over other mistakes?
Bonus Bonus Round
In season 5, I suspect the reason we got Sifo-Dyas being tortured in the Sith cave in Yoda’s vision was because Clone Wars was going to make this reveal (and make it so that this was indeed Sifo-Dyas’s fate in the new canon), storyboard or animated part of it, and then decided not to and recycled the images for Yoda’s vision. My pure speculation, but it would fit with their pattern of unused/scrapped/recycled Clone Wars storylines.
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That’s it! That’s all! You can’t get the time you spent reading this post back, but now this horrible theory lives in your head too.
#the clone wars#sifo dyas#count dooku#star wars theories#star wars meta#text post#long post#darth sidious#star wars
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ALL TO KEEP YOU SAFE | ANAKIN SKYWALKER
Synopsis: Your mission was supposed to be simple: get on a Separatist cruiser, find the time-sensitive information they possess, and leave. Of course, nothing happens to plan because, within seconds, tens of droids surrounded you, there missed blaster shots hitting the wall behind you until her; Ventress. She caught you, Anakin, and your troopers off guard, so while you dealt with her, the rest of the clones escaped with the information you came aboard for. Luck is really not on your side, ever.
Warnings: female reader, slight smut, anakin in his protective era ig, making out, no smut, injury/reader in pain, canon typical violence. W/C: 2396
Notes: I am so tired yall, i can't even (sorry for the grainy gif)
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What happened?
Amidst the battle, for a second, time seemed irrelevant. Your heart pounding in your ears was all you could hear as the deep red blade swung in an unpredictable attack. The smell of ashes and fumes drifts through the air. The bumps and curves of your steel weapon tethered you to your insufferable reality and the taste of copper filling your dry mouth was all you could focus on for that millisecond before you felt it; the feeling of your flesh being boiled from the blow he had dealt you was enough for the pain to cloud your vision.
Your head was fuzzy, like it was packed full of cotton balls. Your entire body throbbed like a thousand needles dipped in alcohol were being jammed into your skin. The people bustled around, yelling at each other in what seemed like a foreign language, their voices so muffled it felt like your head was underwater.
The room spun like a top as someone shook your shoulder, contributing to the agony submerging your body. Why was the room spinning? That's a good question to ask.
You're propped against something hard, a wall, maybe? You must be on the floor. How did you get here? Another good question for Anakin.
"Y/N!"
Was someone calling your name? Stars, your ears kept ringing at such an incessant high pitch that it was hard to hear anything at all. Finally, you blinked, and a blurry figure appeared before you. It was difficult to tell who or what it was from the pixelated outline and the dark colors cladding most of it. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust and capture the details of this mysterious person.
"Y/N!" the person in front of you shouted, shaking your shoulders, and if you could spare the energy, you would have smiled. But, instead, Anakin's hands leave your shoulders now that he has ensnared your attention, busying himself with a medical kit on the floor. Why would he be fiddling with a med kit?
"What are you…?"
"Shh," Anakin drapes his hand over your shoulders, beckoning you to the wall. "You're injured right now, Y/N. Try not to move."
He just answered most of your questions at once. How productive of him.
Anakin rips the sanitary seal on the Bacta Pad and presses it over your wound. It pulls you back up to the surface from the drowsiness trying to pull you under, and your back arches off the wall. A searing pain rises over your thigh where it was once numb, and you bite your lip to contain your scream, tears falling from your scrunched-up eyes. All you could see was a multitude of colors dancing across your closed lids, a sob of pain escaping your bare lips. You wanted more than anything for it to end, to pass out, bleed out, whatever it takes to make it end.
"Shh, I know, I know, it'll feel better soon, I promise," Anakin coos, drawing gauze from the kit. The scalding burn dissolves into a dull throb while Anakin silently but efficiently finishes patching you up. He sits back, admiring his work, and brushes your hair away from your sweat-stained face. The colors around the room began to blend together, blurring the image in front of you. Blobs of dark color drift by as your heavy eyelids resist the need for rest. Each blink took longer, your eyes burning with the need for slumber.
Anakin, who was reduced to a lump of dark color, intertwined his hand with yours, his fingers smoothing over the skin of your hand. You barely felt the sensation, the ache in your body too intense.
"Sleep, my love. I will be here when you wake." Those were the last words you heard before submitting to the desire for sleep
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At first, you felt the cold breeze of a fan brushing over your exposed arms. Then, the faint crinkle of the sheets and a warm hand residing on yours. And the smell of rubbing alcohol hanging in the air, mixed with something you couldn't quite put your fingers on. Your body felt like it was glued to the bed, incapable of so much as a twitch for a couple of minutes. But, with each passing second, your strength and awareness slowly returned to your body, filling the previous numbness with the power you didn't realize you possessed.
Your eyes fluttered open, and you squinted at the harsh light beaming down on your unadjusted eyes. Someone besides you gasps, the grip on your hand tightening
"Y/N!" The sound of your name hurriedly proclaimed from such tantalizing lips put your body at ease. You were with Anakin wherever you were, and that's all you needed.
"Where am I?" you croaked, and Anakin, learning of your parched throat, seized the glass of water on your bedside table and leaned back over. You slowly raised your head to graciously accept the water, consuming large gulps as you did. Once you were finished, he set down the glass, his hands folding neatly in his lap.
"You're in the infirmary on the cruiser. You passed out," Anakin explained, keeping his voice level while his heart felt like it was beating in his throat. He watched your eyes flutter cautiously around the room before you settled back into your cot.
"Thank you," your voice was weaker and softer than you anticipated. "But I have to report to the council so–"
"No," Anakin spoke firmly, his grip on your hand strengthening.
"Anakin, I–"
"No, Y/N, because I almost lost you and Maker when you were dying in my arms…." Anakin took a deep, shuddering breath, his eyes squeezing together while he composed himself. Emotion was building in his chest, spreading to his throat rather than his eyes.
Anakin sniffed, his eyes incapable of meeting yours. "The doctors have ordered you to stay on bed rest for the next couple of days. The council will meet with you tomorrow about the details of your mission."
Anakin's hand attempted to slip from yours, but you squeezed his palm, silently pleading for him to sit back down. Instead, his eyes trail down to the simple point of contact, again taking his seat. He seems to analyze your intertwined fingers, his leg nervously bouncing while you run your fingers over his callouses.
"What's wrong, Ani?" you ask, and his eyes flicker to yours for the briefest moments. You frown, ignoring the sharp pain in your thigh as you scoot closer to him.
"Ani?" you call his name quietly, waiting to provoke a reaction out of him, and for what seems the first time since you've woken up, your eyes meet his, and he doesn't pull away. You expected to find admiration mixing in depths of blue irises, but you were met with a fiery fierceness that took your breath away.
"Why? Why did you have to put yourself in danger?" His voice was a mock calmness, with the first pinpricks of something akin to anger seeping through.
"If I didn't, those clones would have died, my love. You of all people–" your clear explanation was interrupted by a growl, Anakin's hand ripping from yours.
"You put yourself in needless danger. You almost got yourself killed! That was reckless–"
"Anakin–!"
"You were acting irresponsibly! You treated your life as a gamble for the "greater good." What a bunch of bullshit!" His hands delve into the strands of his hair, running through those stained with the ashes of battle.
You scoff. "That was hardly the case, Anakin."
"It was exactly the case. You were selfish, putting your life on the line like that." Anakin takes a couple of steps closer, his eyes alight with anger.
"You're the selfish one yelling at me for doing what I was bred to do, Anakin! Get your head out of your ass and realize that information was much more important than my life."
Anakin stomps over to you, his hands fisting the pillow beside your head. Your eyes widen, your heart beating outside your chest as Anakin hovers menacingly over you.
"Don't you ever say that again," he snarls, his tone low as it rumbles through your ear. Your brain searches for words, for a phrase that could counteract Anakin's threat, but your mind is wiped blank. Goosebumps run down your arms while your eyes flicker from his lips, back up to his piercing blue eyes drilling holes into yours. "Not so brave now, are you?"
His eyes catch your movement, the subtle squirming under him, your breaths coming out in short pants, and your hands clenching the sheets.
A part of himself that he doesn't let himself indulge in often relishes in you entirely at his mercy. You look so innocent, pure with those big, helpless eyes, pleading for him. Such a good girl. His thoughts turn possessive the longer he stares at you, drinking your body spread out so nicely underneath him. A smirk, a confident and cocky one he often bore, makes its way to his face. He glances down to see what has you so compliant and what he sees makes arousal flow through him like a drug.
His knee, which was thrown over the bed in his haste to get to you, was parted between your legs, a pillar against your wet heat that seemed to throb around him. His eyes trailed back up your body, discovering your eyes staring at something beyond him. A wave of control moves him to grab your chin, forcing your face twisted in embarrassment to focus on him and only him.
"You like that, don't you?" he asks tauntingly, purposely phrasing it as a question despite already knowing the answer. The almost unnoticeable buck into his thigh and the whimper you so desperately tried to subdue confirms and washes away all suspicions of anything else; you are enjoying this.
You gulp the wad of spit seemingly stuck in your throat, your eyes unable to meet his while his mind moves a mile a minute. Finally, he grabs your chin more forcefully this time, his eyes hardening. "I asked you a question."
"Yes…" you respond meekly, your voice failing to bring the authority it seemed to always carry.
If possible, it seems to rile up Anakin more, sending him further into an untamable turmoil of lust. In an instant, his lips descended on yours with feverish hunger and wicked desperation that knocked out your senses as his lips molded perfectly to the curve of your mouth. Hard. Passionate. Hungry. That's how Anakin kisses you. His lips sinfully moved haphazardly without a definite purpose or path, just filled with the desire to consume and derive every part of your being that you have offered to him. His tongue pushes past the barricade of your lips as they press firmly over yours. He explores every crevice of your mouth to get a quick reminder of your delicious taste. His wandering hands corrupt every inch of your body, and you can't find it within yourself to care, only focused on the blooming sensation of arousal rushing through your veins as opposed to the admiration he usually spills over you like water.
Aggressive. Impatient. Devouring. You feel it all in the Force, each emotion spiking it to another degree.
That was until he pulled back, mindful of the injuries you had procured, while his face flushed a deep red, chest heaving. His eyes dilated a fraction, taking note of his surroundings before running a gloved hand through your disheveled hair. You placed a hand over your chest to steady the erratic beating of your heart. The rage you saw sweeping over the blue of his irises had vanished, and something like sorrow replaced it. The sudden change of emotions started you briefly while you attempted to compose yourself.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he murmured, his gaze finding its way back to yours. You could sense in the Force the remorse he felt for giving way to his emotions. Your eyes softened as you patted the space on the bed, inviting him to sit. He appeared hesitant at first but eventually settled down by your side.
"It's okay," you smiled up at him. His hand grabbed yours, raising your joined hands and placing a chaste kiss on the back of your palm. You took your connected hands and set your lips delicately on the back of Anakin's palm. His pupils enlarged for a second before softening with their familiar warmth. "Come, sleep with me."
Laughing, Anakin raised his eyebrows at your question, and you internally slapped yourself. So be it to Anakin for his mind to descend into such thoughts. You fixedly glare at him, and he rolls his eyes, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips. You carefully scooted over to give him enough space to lie down as he got comfortable on the small bed. When he was satisfied in his spot, you placed your head on his chest, your arm circling around his torso. His flesh hand fell to your hair, softly stroking it while you fought the urge to submit to sleep. Your eyelids drooped, and before you knew it, you gave way to sleep's temptation, wrapped in the arms of General Anakin Skywalker, every doubt and worry swept from your mind by the Jedi's skillful practice, allowing you to sleep peacefully until you would be pulled away from him again to resume your duties.
But for now, Anakin could keep you to himself before you, and he would part, swept up in the endless misery of war.
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I’m really pleased that the Bad Batch is carrying on Clones Wars’ tradition of adding some political intrigue into their animated space show. Padmé made speeches about welfare funding and investigated war profiteering so Chuchi could champion for clone rights and dig into...well...different war profiteering.
Looking back, the episode Truth and Consequences really gives an effective three-punch combo about the Empire, how it works, and where the clones fit into it. The first blow came in the Senate Chamber, when Omega was told by Chuchi, an elected official:
Omega is a child, and is pretty naive to the ways of the galaxy. Not crime or violence, but politics and power. She doesn’t understand why the clones, her brothers and herself, have zero rights or representation in a galaxy they’re a part of. But, as Chuchi says with regret, clones aren’t considered people. They’re “military assets.”
The follow-up punch comes immediately in the next scene, as they walk through the streets of Coruscant and a propaganda announcement by Rampart declares:
“The galaxy is at peace, but our work is never done. A new military, comprised of our own citizens, will usher in a new era of safety and security.”
Again, the clones are othered, made separate from the rest of the people of the galaxy. They are not citizens, and should be replaced by citizens.
The real knockout punch, the pièce de résistance, came at the very end. A scene that literally made me say ‘oh shit’ aloud: the arrival of the Emperor on the floor of the Senate. Not as a shadowy sith lord, but as something worse. Palpatine the political figure, the Head of State for the Galactic Empire.
This was genius. Everyone knows that the clones were literally made to be obedient soldiers - forged in their DNA and their upbringing. Hell, Palpatine was the one that arranged for the clones to be that way in the first place!
They slaughtered the Jedi en masse with single command from him, and now he’s standing in front of the entire Senate, the Galaxy, and is saying with a straight face: “Wow soldiers that follow orders without question sure is a recipe for violence and corruption. I am very concerned about the trustworthiness of these slaves we had custom-grown to follow our orders.”
It all culminates here. The clones follow orders without hesitation and do terrible things if they’re ordered to, with the implication that these new Imperial Stormtroopers, composed of Imperial Citizens, would never do such a thing.
First the Jedi, who had been guardians of the Old Republic, now the clones, who had been its soldiers. Who had been raised from birth to fight for the Republic, and now find themselves soldiers for a new Empire they don’t recognize, and have begun to defy. To even disobey and desert. There was always a lingering question why the clones, who are the better soldiers by far, were replaced by less effective stormtroopers. Now it’s clear: the Empire can’t run on clones. A stormtrooper wouldn’t balk at falsifying an official report. A stormtrooper wouldn’t protest putting down rioting citizens they’d just a few years ago fought beside or liberated in the last war.
Unlike the clones, stormtroopers were never made to fight a war against an external enemy.
The stormtroopers were made to be used on citizens.
#Nerd Rant#Long Post Sorry#Bad Batch Spoilers#I had *thoughts* about this and I think it was really really well done#Star Wars#The Bad Batch#Truth and Consequences#Emperor Palpatine#Riyo Chuchi#Omega TBB#Clone Troopers#Galactic Empire
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LMAOAOAOOA SOMEONE TALKED ABOUT OC SUNDAY????
Lemme introduce you to my only star wars oc (and my loved baby)
She’s ✨Thena✨ my oc, and alter-ego.
Thena is a female Togruta, her skin is orange with white marks, the tip of her montrals are white, meaning that her headset is white with lilac stripes, however the colors results to be inverted, she have four lekku instead of three like all togrutas, her eyes are lilac like the stripes on her headset. Due to genetics her headset is overgrown: her front lekku arrive at the ankles, her back ones a little under the knees
Her prons are she/her, as a high ranked general wears proudly her femininity.
She’s aroace but open to relationships
She had two last names: Kenobi, during the clone wars, Arumoruti (mando’a for “home far away home”), during the empire. during the new republic era she went for both Kenobi Arumoruti.
She was took as an apprentice to Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi at the age of fifteen, but was known being both a light and dark side user, she was knighted at eighteen a few weeks before Utapau campaign which she took part.
She claimed two crystals, orange and purple, possessed also two red crystals for an undercover mission, the crystals gradually lost their red gradient, turning unexpectedly white.
Even if she have a strong and personality, because of her abilities her behavior with others can have significant changes. She is a behavioral “shepeshifter” for reaching her purposes, making hard to understand which one is the “real” Thena.
Her story can be read in a gathering of oneshot (part of an au) i am actually writing, she’s the main character and we see her adventures (and not only) during the clone wars and after order 66. these stories are not public yet.
Down here a bunch of doodles, sketchs and drawings of her cuz she’s my roman empire (also old models and baby ones) lmaoaoaooa
#star wars#starwars oc#star wars oc#oc sundays#digital art#togruta#togruta oc#incorrect star wars#my roman empire#finally joined oc sundays too#so happy how the last piece turned out#please give me her i need her so bady fr#i would sell my organs for having her here#star wars au#procreate
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Rise of skywalker rewatch
I'm so excited and nervous
Dude the crawl is crazy that's too much front heavy information even for star wars
Kylo in his ratty era I miss his lucious hair
Do the movies ever have holocrons or wayfinders in them before this??
Like I think Palpatine returning could have been slay if they had built it up but nooo
Kylo why would you want another master isn't that why you killed your first?
Everything with Finn and poe is perfect and I love that they're spicer this movie
Oh Leia it's so clear you're not actually in these scenes you're talking to no one
Rey and Poe's fight is one of my favourite scenes it's so fun and fluid
Somehow baby somehow that Palpapussy is back slaying the game
This plot is out of control already and the first act isn't even over
Hux is just ready to fucking kill Kylo and I so stan him for that
Chewie needs some damn conditioner
'I'm just Rey, anywhere else I'd be a slay'
Kylo leave Rey the fuck alone challenge
Now who is this mysterious well dressed man hmmm
I hope they do a comic of Luke and Lando trying to find the wayfinder
'They fly now!' makes me so fucking angry lmao stormtroopers are based on clones who are based on Mandalorians!
'Bones. I don't like bones' is such an underrated line from Poe lmao
'Horrible things happened with this knife' Rey babes you're holdng a weapon that was used to slay younglings
Threepio is great in this so many banger lines
Chewie got got!
Letting my housemate think Chewie died lol
The way the trio hold hands is so precious
Kinda live for Zorii I love someone putting Poe in his place
Zorii and Rey being friends iconic
Casually sneaking onto a star destroyer
Rey has bad communication skills my God call her out
Rey saying 'I don't want this' while Kylo torments here is so gross
Hux just as chaotic as Poe and Finn lmao and so petty I live
How would this blade have even been made like you're telling me the debris hasn't moved in 30 years?
Do love Jannah even though it feels like her choice is taken away by making the Force tell her to do the right thing
Finn and Poe are arguing! The boys are fighting!!
I wish we saw more of evil Rey she's so slay
Love how there's no music where they fight
Dude I fucking hate when Rey heals him like you could have taken out the Supreme Leader!!
Chewie's reaction fucking kills me
Kylo's change of heart is so fast like shut up
Poe looks exhausted but him talking to Lando is so special
Luke and Leia should have told Rey about her lineage if they knew though
Oh I do love Luke and his cheeky little smile
'What our mothers and fathers faught for' yes they did Poe and your mother and father were hot and cool!
Poe is flying with Artoo I love that
I wish Rey wasn't separated from her friends in the final battle
I fucking do love Palps though he's just such a delight
Kylo how did you get here and why aren't you talking??
The knights are like bros before hoes @ Kylo
Truly Han Solo's son not a single fucking brain cell
The 'on your left' of it all
The scream I scrumpt when I heard Kanan's voice I always forget
Yes girl fucking slay Palpatine
I hate the way Kylo holds her get your hands of her fucking waist
The kiss genuinely disgusts me lmao I get such ick vibes
And then Kylo dies and escapes all consequence
Ewoks!!!
Connie and Rose together... perhaps girlfriends?
Lesbian kiss!!! And older lesbians at that we love to see it
he trio hugging at the end is genuinely one of my favourite shots in all of Star Wars I hate that it's in such a bad movie lmao
This ending is sweet. Not deserved, but sweet. I like them being happy. d
#leshi star wars rewatch#star wars#star wars sequel trilogy#leshi speaks#rey skywalker#finn star wars#poe dameron#jedistormpilot#leia organa#chewbacca#rose tico#kylo ren#general hux#palpatine#luke skywalker#lando calrissian#threepio#artoo detoo
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𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍
PAIRING: sergeant hunter x f!royal!reader
SUMMARY: on a planet in the same system where the bad batch has just finished a mission, a group who's core belief is constructed of hate and discrimination has partnered with the separatists to take the capital and kidnap the queen. the mission brief is short and void of details, and the brothers have no idea what they're stepping into when they land on the small planet, but it amounts to more than they could have expected. with the first attempt to take the queen a failure, they know more is to come and can only say yes when her majesty herself asks clone force 99 to help her bring this to an end once and for all. it will not be easy, they will have to be unforgiving and perhaps even ruthless, but in the end light must always prevail over the darkness that is hate.
WORD COUNT: 3.8k (wowza!)
RATING + WARNINGS: general audiences, mature themes, angst. use of she/her, sexism existing in star wars, mentions of death, ruthless queen vibes, is this even good
NOTES: i have returned and am in my star wars era. slay! expect my sw masterlist to grow from here on out, i have multiple oc's and lots of ideas. anyways, this has potential for a part 2 so let me know what ya think! happy reading :P
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Clone Force 99 did not know much about the situation they were walking into, the mission briefing having been almost nonexistent due to the urgency of everything. They were told it was an emergency, that things had escalated quickly on a planet not too far from where they currently were, that an attack was made against the queen and aid was needed immediately. It was not the first time they had been sent on a mission that deviated from what a regular clone soldier would do, but the haste of everything, the exempted details, had left the Bad Batch wondering as they landed the Marauder on the soft grass below.
The air smelt of smoke and the sky was slightly full of ash as it loomed over them, sunlight no longer streaming through the branches of the trees lining the clearing in the forest they currently stood in. One thing they had been told was steer clear of the landing pad, a small effort to keep their ship out of view and knowledge of their presence at a minimum; at least for the moment. Hunter’s nose scrunched at the stench, senses not quite overwhelmed by it but could most definitely be on the way to it. They had seen just what was burning as they flew over the expanse of greenery to reach the capital, and it only fueled the theories the men threw back and forth about exactly what was going on here—buildings, shops and homes, were lit up in flames as people as tiny as specks fled into the streets. Even the large and intricate castle was suffering from the destruction of the attack, the east wing beginning to crumble from the mercilessness of the fire.
Now that he was out in the open, Hunter could faintly hear blaster fire.
“And we’re just supposed to wait here?” Wrecker questioned as he looked around the clearing, head moving this way and that. Beside him, Tech hummed as his eyes scanned the datapad in front of him, helmet already on.
“Yes,” he confirmed. “The general should be here momentarily to give us further information.”
As if on cue, a man clad in armor stepped through the treeline. His head was held high but there was a limp in his step and blood mixed with ash covering his face, a sign that he had been fighting and fighting hard. The crease in between his brows did not lessen when he spotted the group, but they knew that didn’t mean he wasn’t thankful for their arrival.
“99?” The man questioned as he drew closer, and it was the sergeant who stepped forward to answer, assuming his role of the leader with ease.
“Yes, sir. General Stowe, I’m assuming?”
“Yes, sir.” The man’s deep voice echoed his response and respect. It was not a common thought on this planet to discriminate against the clones that made up the Republic Army, but unfortunately you could never be sure when visiting a place for the first time.
“What happened here?”
General Stowe sighed, the lines on his face deepening, if that was even possible. “About a year ago,” he drawled, “a group of men moved into the capital, and it wasn’t long before people started to figure out they had some…controversial views on the status of our leader. They’ve been aggressive thus far, but nothing ever to this degree; never as violent as this. We believe they made a deal with the Separatists to kidnap the queen because they have a battalion's worth of droids accompanying them.”
There was a pause, a moment of silence as the brothers processed the words now out in the open, before Hunter looked back at the general, back straight and eyes determined. “Well, let’s get going then, shall we, boys?” he directed it over his shoulder, but his head remained forward as he removed the helmet from under his arm. There’s a response from the men behind him, a confirmation that they were ready for this, and then they were on their way. Stowe nodded his head at the leader when they seemed to catch each other's gaze, side by side as they trekked out of the forest.
“General Stowe, what exactly are these ‘controversial views’ you speak of?” Tech questioned from the back of the group.
Another sigh, deep and heavy. Things seemed to be weighing heavy on the older man’s shoulders as he responded. “That she’s a woman.”
The answer was simple and yet not, all at the same time. That was it? That was the reason? There wasn’t a Bad Batcher one who thought that that made sense. After a spell of silence, where they weren’t sure if the general was looking for a response or even what they would have said, he continued. “They haven’t exactly been shy about voicing their thoughts on Her Majesty, whether it be the way she runs things, things that aren’t even in her control, or the fact that she thinks she’s capable of doing her duty when she's ‘just some kriffing bitch with a crown.’’
The swell of anger was fast and strong as it took up space in Hunter’s chest. This wasn’t about some leader being reckless with their decisions, with the lives of their people, wasn’t about a person in power being cruel and malicious. It was about a woman being targeted for simply existing.
“We know it’s not just about the queen either. They’ve been aggressive towards women in the capital, but they haven’t actually been outright violent until now. So this is…”
“Just hate,” Hunter finished for him, gruff and serious. “It’s just about hate.”
Another stretch of silence passed. Things stewed in the minds of Clone Force 99 for a few moments, the lack of natural noise in the forest giving them no reprieve from their thoughts.
“Where is the queen, anyways?” It’s Echo’s voice that permeated the space next, light and curious as usual, but still serious. It came as no surprise when Stowe heaved yet another sigh, though this one could count as a groan as well. Oh no.
“Location is unknown. She went missing shortly after the start of the attack.” His eyes remained forward, not needing to turn to the men around him for them to see just how bad saying it felt.
Still, it didn’t stop Crosshair from butting in, voice incredulous as ever, harboring the slightest bite. “You lost her?”
The sergeant wanted to reprimand him, but couldn’t find it in himself to do so.
“Now I’m not sure what you’ve heard about her, but Queen Y/N is a very capable and skilled fighter, very…very stubborn, too.” A knowing exasperation crept into his words, as if this so-called stubbornness was a daily adversary of his. “We have a plan in place for if something like this happened, but it’s been reported that she stopped to save a handmaid and was quickly outnumbered.”
Conversation ceased as the group drew nearer to the castle. The seriousness of everything began to weigh heavier on their shoulders as they were spotted by some of the attackers immediately after breaking the treeline. They meandered around the courtyard as if they owned the place, as if they deserved to be there, but they were taken care of easily, quick work for such a capable group.
-: ✧
The fight that awaited them inside the castle, however, was not an easy one. There were more of them than they had originally anticipated, making them wonder for just a brief moment how so many people could share something in such a hateful thought. Nonetheless, it was the Bad Batch and castle guard left standing when the fight had been won, when the enemy had been defeated.
“Good work, boys,” Hunter spoke into his comm, standing in the gardens surrounded by broken and blasted droids. “Anybody got eyes on the queen?”
After a moment, he was met with a resounding no. His helmet turned in the direction of the general who stood a few feet away from him. He shook his head, and the worn man repeated the question into his own comm device, but was left disappointed after receiving the same answer.
“Alright, Sergeant Hunter and I will be heading to the throne room. If you’ve found the leaders of this failed excursion, round ‘em up and meet us there.” Though he furrowed his brows in confusion, he repeated the same command to his brothers before following Stowe, kicking droid parts out of his way.
Tech and Wrecker were already in the throne room, along with about half of the castle guard, when they entered through the large double doors. The room, with its towering columns and intricate ceiling, was tainted by what they saw.
Lined up on their knees were two men, beaten and bloodied, but still alive. They were a part of the attack, and were the supposed leaders; though they looked nothing like leaders now, more closely resembling a coward begging to be spared. As he was looking down at them, the doors opened once again and in came a few more guards, flanked by Crosshair and another injured and restrained man.
The sniper led the man forward to be lined up next to the others, and that was when Hunter realized that each of them were adorned by the color red in some way, a marker of their rank in this operation. His jaw clenched as he looked over at his brothers, seeing the same color painted on their armor but knowing they were nothing like these criminals, these scum.
“Her Majesty will want to speak with you upon her return, and I will not indulge you with false promises of being met with kindness and forgiveness. An enemy she is not to be made of, and that is exactly what you have made her.” General Stowe’s words offered no comfort to the men, but they were not meant to. Still, they made the clones more curious about the queen, and who exactly she was and what she did.
Finally, the doors opened and the last member of their squad entered the large room. Echo had his helmet off and tucked under his scomplink arm, the other one held out to usher a woman into the room. For a moment, Hunter wondered if she was the queen, but something told him she wasn’t, and when Stowe greeted her as the head advisor his suspicions were only confirmed.
“There’s still no eyes on the queen, which is not good,” the general stated.
“No, it’s not,” Advisor Calianna agreed. “We need to send out some groups to find her, she might not even be in the castle anymore.”
Tech spoke up next, but Hunter had stopped listening, their words slowly fading out. His head turned away, facing the entrance. He sensed you, still in the corridor; his ears picked up on the rapid drumming of your heart and his nose prickled at the metallic scent of blood wafting from you.
You were alive, you were moving, and you were here.
Crosshair noticed his brother’s silence first, noting the direction his head was craned in, and he nudged Tech beside him. The clone was not phased, continuing his discussion with the two officials, and it was not a moment later that the massive doors gave their signature creak once again, the noise filling the entire room. It was only then that everyone paused, their attention diverted. There, leaned against the wood of one of the doors, was you.
The doors were not opened all the way, only as much as you could manage and even that had caused you to halt, catching your breath. You, Her Majesty Queen Y/N, were alive and breathing, but you were hurt. Your face was covered in crimson, and Hunter’s keen eyes zeroed in on the gash going across the bridge of your nose to your right cheek. Your dress, long and golden and no doubt once magnificent, was torn and ripped and barely hanging off your shoulders, stained with blood as well. As your feet carry you into the room with a heavy limp, they notice that they’re bare and leave behind red prints.
For a moment, everyone was left frozen at the sight of you. You had had the fight of your life, had pushed yourself to the limit and the blade that was clutched in your right hand, coated in more blood, was a testament to that. Dark droplets landed on the bottom of your dress as it pooled on the ground around you. “Your Majesty!” Calianna gasped, rushing forward to meet you as you fully entered the room. It would seem that the woman had not noticed the look on your face, but Hunter certainly had.
You were not in the mood to be consoled and coddled, the rage in your eyes a stark contrast to the blank expression you wore. The only thing you gave the people around you was a deep furrow of your brow, drawn together in anger and determination. Kriff, maybe even spite too; Clone Force 99 was beginning to get the impression that you were not supposed to walk away from whatever it was that you had. The woman fretting over you was ignored, you not letting her slow your pace. Your eyes looked at nothing else other than the men lined up in a neat and pathetic row; the sight of them only seemed to spur you on, lip curling slightly.
“Are these them?”
There was a ferocity coating your words, ringing in their ears as they hit them, and none of the brothers could muster up the courage to break from the frozen state and answer you. It was Stowe who nodded his head at your question, stepping forward and addressing you softly but firmly.
The closer you drew to the group, the more detailed your injuries became. It wasn’t just the gash on your face that was bleeding, your lip was busted and you had suffered a blow to the temple. Bruises were beginning to form on your arms as they swung slightly at your side, and there would surely be scabs on your knuckles. There was a long rip on the left side of your dress skirt, and your leg slipped out of the slit with every step; your knee was swollen and bruising, clearly the cause for the heavy limp you sported. And still, you never stopped and never slowed as you trekked up the steps leading to the throne, where the perpetrators were lined up.
“How do you feel?” you asked them, though they never lifted their eyes from the ground in front of them. “Do you feel good?”
As you passed the group of guards and soldiers, they saw that the back of your dress was no better than the front; more rips littered the fabric covering your back and the expanse was stained a dark crimson.
“Do you feel…accomplished?” You stood over the men, looking down as they cowered on the floor before you. “Do you feel like the men you were when you started this?”
You were met with no answer, though you were not expecting one. “I know there are more of you, hidden away like rats afraid of daylight; and I know you’re working with Count Dooku. You will crawl back to them, and tell them that you failed. That you were the only ones to survive and it is because I let you. You will tell Count Dooku, personally, that I meant what I said—that it is not in me to be afraid, I was not born to be afraid. I was born to fight, and that is exactly what I plan to do.”
The weight of your words hung heavy in the air as you remained in place, letting seconds pass by with your fiery gaze placed upon the men in front of you. It was a moment to let them process it, let it sink in and stick in their dim minds.
And then, you dropped the blade and it clattered to the ground. You turned, and it was then that your eyes seemed to take notice of the others in the room. You scanned each soldier in black and red armor, all with their helmets off and faces showing. Your gaze lingered on the clone with gray hair for a moment, zeroed in on the rifle slung over his back. Making your way forward, you stopped in your tracks as you went to pass him. “Take care of all of them but one. He’ll be our messenger,” you ordered, but not harshly. You were not loud, you were not aggressive in tone, you were not emotional. You were calm, serious and merciless with your command.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Crosshair responded quietly, eyes squinted at her as he reached around to remove his rifle. With that, you continued limping forward, your aid rushing forward after a moment to help you out of the room. Clone Force 99 shared a look with one another before the shots rang out.
-: ✧
It was hours later that the Bad Batch saw the queen again. You had been whisked away to be looked over and treated immediately after leaving the throne room, and it was not until the sun was beginning to set and everything was bathed in an orange glow that they stood before you again.
You were on a balcony overlooking the capital, back facing the soldiers as you leaned against the stone. Hunter hesitated to disturb you, eyes lingering on you even when he knew she shouldn’t. Your hair was pinned up and your dress had an open back, revealing gashes covered in bacta, but you had sensed him this time and without even turning your head fully, you spoke to them directly. “I was told to let them breathe for a bit, I hope it doesn’t bother you.”
You sounded tired. None of them knew how you were even standing after everything that had happened, yet there you were. “No, ma’am,” the leader answered, kicking himself for the slight stutter in his words. “We just wanted to check in with you before it got too late, if that’s alright.”
Fully facing them now, you were haloed in the warm light of the sunset and you looked absolutely magnificent. The gash on your nose and cheek was going to scar, but it didn’t take away anything from the grace and elegance you possessed. “Of course, I actually wanted to speak with you myself.”
“You did?” Wrecker questioned, voice louder than needed in the calmness of the area. You only chuckled at him, grin small but present as you nodded.
“Yes, I did. Is everything handled?” This question was directed towards Crosshair, and he nodded his head once.
“The messenger was sent on his way,” he answered, and it was obvious to all that there was more he wanted to say. The question was, would he speak his mind or mind his tongue? “Are you sure about this, though?”
There was no evidence of offense on your face. You only nodded firmly, voice serious. “Yes, I am. I’m not afraid of Count Dooku, but I am not so delusional that I won’t admit that I need help. I need your help.” Your eyes, shining in the lowlight of the evening, landed on each one of them and took the time to take them in for all they were.
Perhaps it was that their whole lives had been spent training for and fighting in a war and there weren’t many pretty things to see in a life spent on battlefield after battlefield that made their hearts seize in their chests at the look, or maybe it was just that your gaze was so piercing because it was driven by the truth in your words and the determination to do what was right and serve justice where justice was due.
“Can I trust you to help me end this? Because that is exactly what I plan to do, stop this before it gets any more out of hand. I can’t do it on my own and I’m going to need people on my side that I can trust without a doubt, and,” she grinned, “not to speak illy of your characters, I don’t know you. But, I do want to trust you, you risked your lives helping today and I am more grateful than you could imagine. Can I?”
Again, no one seemed to want to be the first to break the frozen state and actually use their words. No one seemed to want to take the leap of faith required to dive headfirst into this fight, into this cause, as uncharted and diligent as it was. But eventually, as though the same wavelength connected each mind, Hunter came to his decision first and the rest followed; trusting their brother’s judgment and direction the same as any other day.
“Of course you can, Your Majesty,” the long haired man answered, nodding his head. “Your fight, is our fight now.”
“Yeah!” Wrecker cheered. “Don’t you worry, Queenie, we got this!”
Not a moment later, Tech’s voice joined in. “Well, I suppose we do have much to offer the cause,” a hand reached up to adjust the goggles on his face.
“You can count on us, Your Majesty,” Echo assured, a small smile stretching his lips as his eyes sparkled ever so slightly.
Now, all eyes gazed at the last man remaining, the sniper who personally fulfilled the queen’s wishes. Crosshair was sometimes hard to predict, but all knew his temperament and aversion to things that didn’t contribute to the main goal. If it wasn’t helping them win, it wasn’t really worth it, right? But this, this fight built upon the backs of hate and discrimination and evil, was in the way of the goal of victory. The separatists, and those aligned with them, were the enemy and those enemies were here now. “I suppose this place could do with some cleaning up.”
The grin on your face earlier had grown into something akin to dazzling. It was a full smile now, teeth on display and illuminating the space everyone was huddled in. Unbeknownst to the group, they had all gravitated towards the woman, huddled around her almost shoulder to shoulder as she called on them for help. “Wonderful,” you mused, and they could hear it. The knowing lilt in your voice, the glint of mischief reflecting off the word. “I think we may just do something here, boys. Huzzah,” you concluded softly, hand placed in front of you and waiting.
Though they again hesitated, after sharing a glance they one by one placed their own hands on top of yours. The allegiance was formed, and the wheels were now in motion.
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LMAO. So is Anakin gonna pull this bullshit anytime he thinks Ahsoka lost to an unworthy opponent?
Also Clone War era! Clone War era!!!
But also Ahsoka was so wee tiny! It shows how much they were KIDS during the war and explains too much again why she’s not training ANY kids.
And she is afraid all she has to teach is war. I don’t think Anakin taught her anything new but make her more stubborn on the not dying front.
Or else he’s gonna put her through THAT again.
Hera: What was her Master like?
Huyang: Intense.
No kidding.
Also, Poor Huyang. You did tell them to stay together!! Never have I wanted to huh a droid more than Huyang.
They got me with the droid thing. I thought I was mostly okay with droids, not overly fannish over them.
And then Huyang happened. I can’t believe it.
Those bastards got me.
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Sun: *Opens her Eyes* It is time…
*Ren walks out of his home to see his mother and father talking with Nora happily in Kuroyuri*
Sun: time to wake up… to a new reality, a blank canvas that I have painted in, with warmth and peace
*Ruby and Yang walking down the streets of Vale with Summer*
Sun: In my new Era, the choice is yours, whether to live in quiet serenity…
*Ruby, Yang, and Summer stop to see Roman and Neo in front of them*
Sun: Or bloody strife
*Blake dressed formal and looking out the window of a car seeing the city of Atlas*
Sun: To dwell in joyous prosperity…
*Blake turns to look at Eve who quickly puts on her mask, hiding her brand*
Sun: Or bitter rivalry
*Jaune taking off his helmet only to turn around, sensing someone behind him, only to see Jax and Gillian walking toward him*
Sun: You can face each other, as sworn enemies…
*The sky turns dark as the sun is blocked out by the shattered moon and the three turn to look*
Sun: Or united as family
*Ruby, Yang, Summer, Roman, and Neo look at the sky as it also turns dark, confused as to what is happening*
*Blake gets out of the car to see the sky darken along with Eve*
Sun: For the storm is brewing…
*Nora and Ren seeing Sun slowly descend from the sky and looking forward*
Sun: And soon you will discover that even in this new era… one constant remains…
*A portal open and slowly walking out of it was Cinder, smirking*
Sun: There is always something worth fighting for
*Cinder stabs Jaune and Gillian in the chest, then proceeds to trip Jax and stab him in the eye with her glass high heel*
*Cinder tearing out Blake's throat and then beheading Adam*
*Cinder digs her thumbs in Ruby’s eyes, then bashing yangs face in with a glass hammer, Burning Roman, Neo, and Summer alive*
*Cinder shoots an arrow into Nora’s Chest and then her chocking the life out of Ren*
*Cinder then tried to fight Sun, but Sun kicked her in the chest sending her to the ground*
Sun: You have chosen to defy peace *eyes glow Gold* Then you have chosen war with a God
*Sun shoots Cinder in the legs, causing her to fall to her knees and he then summons two clones to hold Cinder down, he then rushes at her and kicks her head off of her body, only for the third clone to grab it and toss it back to Sun, who catches it with the end of his staff and stabs it in the ground*
RWBY: MK 1 teaser
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[FIC] To Be Free Once More (That's Worth Fighting For) ~ Star Wars: Prequels ~ Fox/Obi-Wan ~ Mature ~ Ch 13/15
Title: To Be Free Once More (That's Worth Fighting For)
Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Era
Author: Batsutousai
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Alternate Universe, Qui-Gon survives, Jedi Shadow!Obi-Wan, Jedi culture positive, Coruscant Guard deserve better, clone trooper dehumanisation, institutional abuse, discrimination, learning to trust, Jedi and clone trooper relationships, strangers to friends to lovers, idiots in love, trans/nonbinary/agender clone troopers, trans/nonbinary/agender Jedi, character deaths (Palpatine, some Corries, offscreen Jedi OCs; more detail in notes of relevant chapters)
Summary: As a Jedi Shadow, Obi-Wan hadn't expected to have much to do with the clone troopers. Until, suddenly, he does.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Dooku was kneeling on Garen's old pad, eyes slitting open to glance up at Obi-Wan in an almost careless manner, as if he couldn't sense his discontent and simmering anger through the Force. "Back, are you?" Dooku asked, tone acidic.
Obi-Wan hummed and stepped up to deactivate one wall of the cage, ignoring the sound of Stone's blaster whining as he primed it. He stepped into the cage, smiling grimly at the way Dooku blinked a few too many times in quick succession, the Force swirling with confusion.
Obi-Wan sat comfortably in front of his former grandmaster, pulled out the 'pad he'd picked up on his way to the cockpit, and turned it on, scrolling through to the list of orders on the chips before holding it over to Dooku.
He knew the moment Dooku reached order sixty-six, because his Force-presence drew inwards, tight and offended, with just a hint of gut-churning horror.
"Ever since I can remember," Obi-Wan said quietly, "I've had the same vision, over and over, of walking through the empty halls of Temple, filled with the absolute certainty that I was the only one left."
Dooku flinched, while the sound of plastoid striking plastoid came from behind him, grief and horror leaking into the Force from Stone.
Obi-Wan took the 'pad back from Dooku, who released it easily enough, and turned it off as he stood. "You have a choice, Count. You can stand back and sneer, watch as our family is wiped out, or you can throw your lot in with us and help us bury him. Undo some of the horror you've inflicted on the galaxy."
He left the cage and turned it back on. "We've still got another four days' travel for you to think about it."
They were nearly out of sight of the cage, when Dooku called, "Obi-Wan, he knows who you are, that you were the one to kill his former apprentice, not Qui-Gon. You're at the top of his kill list."
Stone took a step closer to Obi-Wan's back, the Force around him filling with protect-ours-never again.
"As far as he's concerned, I am dead," Obi-Wan pointed out, as much to Dooku, as a way to comfort Stone.
"Yes," Dooku agreed, something dark and gleeful unfurling in his Force-presence. "I do hope, Grandpadawan, that you get it on holo, when he realises you're still alive; I should very much like to see his frustration."
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chronicles | snips and skyguy: "combat."
WC: 0.6k | CHARACTERS: anakin skywalker, ahsoka tano
SUMMARY: anakin skywalker and ahsoka tano must work together to defeat their enemy in the sky.
NOTES: non-canon short story about their dynamic during the clone wars era. this may be hayden!anakin more than matt!anakin.
WARNINGS: no ahsoka spoilers | combat sequence
“Ahsoka! Take the helm!” Anakin barks the orders, and she twists her neck to watch him retreat to the back. There’s no time to waste, no time to question, and she leaps into action. She doesn’t have her pilot’s license, but a speeder is way less complicated… Right? Her hands grasp the steering in time, hasty in smoothing out the ride which causes Anakin to stumble as he steps over the seats. “Watch it!” he gnarls.
“Sorry!” she yells over the noise. Anakin stands on the backseats, and loops his ankle into one of the security belts.
“Just—!” he begins, his tone credibly frustrated, but he softens it at the reminder she’s trying her best in her inexperience. “get me close.” he finishes, and she nods. The ignition of his lightsaber sounds behind her, and she pursues the enemy. One behind, two in front.
Overhead, the familiar and lethal sounds of a saber whirl, and she ducks instinctively. She picks herself up in time to see how Anakin’s blue weapon whirs past an assailant. Their ship dodges out of the way.
“You missed!” she informs him incredulously, but when she continues to watch, her Master performs his superior strategic prowess once again. Clapping his hands together, he utilizes the ship’s own momentum to crash into their own contingent. The vehicles exploding in a fiery collision as Anakin catches the hilt of his saber returning to him. Her jaw drops.
“One more, Snips, one more,” he tells her, glancing over his shoulder as the last contender gains on them. “Get ready. It’s coming up.” he warns her, and she remains attentive, prickling with anticipation. “Dive!” Without a second thought, Ahsoka obeys his command, shoving the controls forward so the nose of the speeder angles downwards. The entrance of the tunnel swallows them up, and rapid winds rip through Anakin’s curls as he closes his eyes, feeling out their surroundings. When the blasters activate, Anakin twirls his saber like a baton, fanning it out to cleave through the bullets. Ahsoka keeps her eyes forward, narrowly avoiding the bridged piping of the channel. Sparks fly as the speeder sideswipes the apparatus forking the path. “Ahsoka!” In one word he’s conveyed his distaste for her lack of focus.
“It’s dark in here, Master!” she defends, the gliding of the vehicle jarring and unsteady because of her trembling hands. However, he does not need to answer her in order for her to know what he’s going to say next. She must use the Force to anticipate.
If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have foreseen the end rapidly approaching, and her window to pull up close. With all her might, and her feet rooted to the floor, she yanks the steering back, fighting against the air resistance as she cuts through it to angle the mech upwards. She shouts in exclamation, giving use for the energy inside her as tears are torn from her eyes. Anakin’s hand grabs hold of her shoulder, having been forced to take a knee from the pressure.
The warmth of it grounds her. She quiets. Now acutely aware of her breathing.
“Level it, Ahsoka.”
She balances it out, and to confuse their opponent, she abruptly stops the vehicle. Anakin straightens to his full height. The enemy shuttle advances from the passageway, and it veers to avoid their stasis speeder. As it passes, the strength of Anakin’s entire body instills into one, concise purpose: batting it with his blade, slicing it in clear two.
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Hello! Your fics are the sweetest things I’ve ever read! 🥰 I’d love to see your take on our darling Captain Gregor one day!
(Bad Batch era) Captain Gregor x Reader Headcanons: First Meeting
- You first met him during the rescue mission on Daro alongside the Bad Batch. You'd worked with many troops during the Clone Wars era, but right from the start, he caught your attention. You locked eyes with him and felt your heart flutter at the way he held your gaze.
- It started as playful banter despite the serious situation. He'd make a comment, and you'd fire back some witty reply that made him chuckle.
- You'd grown accustomed to the Bad Batch's fighting style over time, but intriguingly, you and Gregor immediately clicked. Your styles coordinated well, with you covering him at the right times and him returning the favor throughout the escape.
- All the while, both of you keep stealing looks. It would be for only moments at a time, but it spoke volumes. He'd meet your gaze after you covered him and utter a brief but grateful, "thanks." You'd look to him after he jumped in front to block you from TK trooper fire, and he'd simply lift his brow as if to say, "I've got you."
- Your heart was already beating faster from the heat of battle, but those looks sent it into overdrive.
- You didn't think you'd enjoy the look on his face so much as he endured Tech's piloting skills for the first time, but you did.
-Meanwhile, you sat there buckled in all calmly while the ship shot straight down because it was just another Tech Tuesday for you.
- Gregor ended up being impressed and admiring you for your skills on the field and the general guts that it takes to travel with the Batch.
- He hadn't known you long, but he was crushed to see that exterior of yours crumble when Hunter was captured. He knows what it's like to lose his team, and he hates to see it happen to anyone else to any degree.
- You didn't make a scene to upset anyone further, but turned away to shed tears when you think no one sees.
- He sees.
- Gregor would approach you, those eyes of his meeting yours again, and would offer up sincere sympathy. Might even wrap an arm around you if you let him.
- Probably make a comment after to try and cheer you up.
- Despite not knowing him for very long, there'd be a quick connection. Gregor was an odd one, for sure, but during the time span after Hunter's capture, you get more time to talk. A bond was beginning to form.
#bad batch#bad batch gregor#gregor x reader#captain gregor x reader#clone wars gregor x reader#captain gregor reader insert#bad batch era gregor reader insert#captain gregor#bad batch gregor headcanons#gregor headcanons
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Squad 30's Cloneshipping Big Bang SP
A take on an alternate Bad Batch era galaxy, myself @nightfall-1409 writing with the amazing @marbled-polecat making art for me, and an a godsend as a beta (I am soso sorry for the period overload). I can’t wait for y’all to see it!!!
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and i couldn’t recognize myself in the mirror
Author: Nightfall_1409 @nightfall-1409
Artist: Marbled Polecat @marbled-polecat
rating: M
word count: 24k
pairings: Fives/Echo, Polybatch, Fives/Tup
tags: hurt/comfort, mistaken identity, canon divergence, Fives Lives, Tup Lives, canon-typical violence, falling in love (again), internalized ableism, bad batch season 2 spoilers, order 66 happened differently
summary: As the end of the Clone Wars spirals into what feels like the end of the galaxy, Fives grapples with what he knew and when he learned it. Captain Rex reaches out to his Commando rescuers with a mission: extract the AWOL Commander Cody from Coruscant. After a messy reunion with his former Captain, Fives is forced to work alongside some of the most notorious members of the GAR: the Bad Batch. Though tensions are no doubt running high all around, there is one strange shred of light where things are easier and more familiar than they have any right to be- with Clone Force 99's cyborg ARC Trooper, Echo.
snippet:
“Fives?” Echo prompts, rumbling low, definitely in a teasing sort of tone as he draws Fives from his thoughts, and Fives’ heart flutters, even overtaking the old rush of familiar grief, freezing him on the spot.
There’s something in Echo’s eyes, a little fiery, determined, as one side of his lips quirk up, and Fives realizes how close their hands are in that moment, realizes how close they both are, eyes glowing as though lit from within, and that moment is an Echo, of them both as younger men, braver men, Echo suddenly shaped into his Echo the brave and amazing ARC trooper, strategic and amazing and the other half of Fives’ heart and, come back from where he’d run to his death.
Fives almost thinks for a second that Echo’s going to be bold, reach out, put one hand over his own in an echo of a time long past. That this Echo is going to do what his Echo would have, taking his hand and taking him to bed, bright and happy and sure, and full of love and light and—
Echo goes to open his mouth, to speak—
“Echo?” Omega’s voice, small, sleepy, breaks the moment. “Tech’s wondering if you were okay.”
“You’re supposed to be asleep, Megs,” Echo softens, pulling up and out of Fives’ space, making a quick beeline to Omega, the little girl holding a black, red and white tooka doll, of all things, rubbing sleepy eyes. “If Tech wanted to check on me, he could have.”
The silence after the question is telling, and Echo sighs, overly fond, kneeling in front of the girl. “Let’s get to bed then, yeah? Before Hunter’s angry at both of us.” And with tenderness that Fives aches to feel, Echo picks up Omega into his arms, his metal hand against her back, his other hand holding her secure. He takes a moment once he has her set, to glance back at Fives.
There’s something perhaps a little wistful in his expression, unspoken words trapped behind his lips, and the dream ends, the reality set in that this is their Echo, and not his riduur returned from beyond the grave.
And it’s not fair to love someone in the hole that someone else has left, but, but— is it fair to have that hole and see someone that feels like he’s that missing piece, so close and yet so far?
“See you tomorrow, Fives.” He says, quiet, turning and leaving the room, Omega curled up into his shoulder, holding him in a hug, a ghost of him and his Echo curled up in the stormy nights of Kamino.
It’s only after he’s left the room that Fives can stutter out a little, sheepish, goodbye.
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