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luna-writes-stuff · 1 year

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The types my favourite Star Wars characters would fall for:

Includes Obi-Wan Kenobi, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Ahsoka Tano, and Captain Rex

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Obi-Wan Kenobi:

Obi-Wan is a man who needs some escapism in his life. He has devoted his entire life to the Jedi order, and he had followed the rules with much devout, but from time to time, things get too overwhelming for him. He’d fall for someone who’d shield him from those moments. A person who offers him solitude and warmth. It doesn’t necessarily have to be an affectionate s/o, words can have a large impact as well. Remind him that he is still there, and that the war will be over someday. Grab his hand, run your fingers through his hair, anything to get his mind off of the things going on in his life. A person to run to, who he can confide in. No one even knows about you, and Obi-Wan is keen on keeping it that way. Though Anakin has somewhat of an idea who you are, he’ll never say it, much to the delight of Obi-Wan. He even helps his master cover up when someone mentions you.

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Leia Organa:

No one can convince me that Leia doesn’t absolutely adore authors. She loves to read when she has tiny moments to herself, and her collection is huge. She used to aspire to write a book herself one day, but she abandoned the idea after Alderaan fell. But then she meets you. And she reads your works and becomes inspired all over again. Because the language you use? Your manner of writing? Immaculate. She’ll ask for tiny blurbs often, being incredibly invested in your current works. Though her dreams of writing have long left her, this does not mean she wouldn’t want to not help you. She actually gives you a lot of inspired through stories told orally. The things she went through deserve to be written down, whether she does it or not. One day, you’ll surprise her with a bundle of the stories she told you, but written down in beautiful calligraphy. She becomes absolutely ecstatic. The usually stoic and stern Leia just bursts out laughing in glee, clutching the book in gratitude as she flips through the pages. After that, you cannot expect her to ever let you go.

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Han Solo:

Han would be attracted to someone who is confident in every single definition of the word. Someone who knows exactly what they say, and means it. Someone who acts on promises, but also does things for their own if they want to. He’d be the person to fall for someone who goes to the mall in their pyjamas. Someone who genuinely doesn’t care about what others think. Bonus points if you like to make witty and/or sarcastic remarks. Playful banter is his way of flirting, and having someone who returns that gesture, makes him feel all woozy inside. Run along with his age old arguing with Lando, and this man is done for. This doesn’t necessarily mean you have to be exactly like him, but if you are able to match his energy, he falls. And there won’t even be a question about it. Sure, he approaches you out of looks at first, but once you return his pick up line with one of your own, he freezes and simply stares at you. He’d probably say something cheesy along the lines of “where have you been my entire life?”.

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Poe Dameron:

GIVE THIS MAN A SUNSHINE S/O! Someone who makes him smile without missing a beat. Someone who runs around spreading glee to everyone around them. You’d think he’d be into the Han type - if you will - but he has a soft spot for the genuine things in this universe. Someone who is willing to try to make others happy, more than they wish to be happy themselves. And once he gets to know you, he begins to see this problem. Don’t get me wrong, he still loves the fact you are willing to cheer every single person up, but he sees it goes at cost of your love for yourself. And this man will remind you exactly how much you should love yourself: words, actions, affections, gifts; you name it, he does it. And he tends to pick up on your habits. Once it becomes too much for you, he’ll sit somewhere quiet with you and reverse the rolls. Now, he is trying to make you laugh. With jokes, stories or stupid faces. He doesn’t care. The first time he met you, he slipped over a droid because his eyes were glued onto you. You have always seen it as something he simply is: he is a clumsy person. In truth, he isn’t. He knows you think this, but you simply surprised him at your first meeting. But the incident made you laugh so much, he ‘accidentally’ walks against objects occasionally. Just to hear you laugh again.

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Din Djarin:

Din is very much tough looks, sweet heart. His type would not be someone exactly like that, but he would completely into someone with a kind heart. As a bounty hunter, he’s had his fights and quarrels, so something kind is rare in his eyes. He’d meet you at a local pub, looking for his bounty, when you offer assistance. In your defence, you had no idea he was hunting. You thought he was going to visit an old friend of him. And that is what he initially told you. But after your entire journey, he found himself taking your kindness to his advantage. And it got you into some pretty serious danger. After finishing his bounty, he went back to get you. To properly apologise, for a start. And then you met Grogu, and the click was immediate. Your soft voice, gentle touch, cooing eyes. And that is when he knew he was done for. Now it’s all sunshine and sunshine protector with him. He will be the last person to ever take advantage of your kindness. Anyone else tries and they’re gone. Ironically, it is somewhat endearing.

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Ahsoka Tano:

Ahsoka has a lot of energy. Sure, she can be calm, didactive, and observant, but she is a raging ball of energy. Lots of impulsive actions, whether they are good or not. She’d love someone who’d go with her head first into stupid decisions, but who could also tell her to calm it every so often. On missions, she is almost always at your side, or at least near you. When she tells the troopers to stay out, you can almost figure out her next move. Please, run to her and tell her to think it through, or at least to wait a little longer. She tends to be stubborn and will sometimes react that onto you, but she doesn’t mean it in a bad way. There will be times she has a huge dip in her mood. When she has spent all her energy, which usually happens after battles or rescue missions. Her face is planted into the pillows, groaning in exhaustion. Then, all she really needs is you to lay next to her. To use you as her pillow when you do. Your gentle breathing and the beating of your heart does miracles to her head. 10/10 would recommend Ahsoka cuddles.

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Captain Rex:

Listen, Rex is exhausted. Like, 90% of the time. Completely done and half asleep. When he arrives back on Coruscant, he doesn’t return to his quarters. He runs straight to your apartment, tearing his armour off the second he sets foot in your room. You’re usually already fast asleep around the time he comes back home. He will wash up quickly before joining you, wrapping his arms around you from behind, placing a soft kiss in the crook of your neck and silently bidding you goodnight. He doesn’t need someone who will wake up for him, or get him gifts. Of course, the gesture goes appreciated, but he loves to simply have someone there for him. Someone he can go to after the war and simply lead a domestic life with. Baking apple pie, making the bed, grocery shopping, adopt a pet, maybe even marriage or kids. That’s what he wants most. He’s simply looking for someone who can offer that to him. Someone to settle down with, even when he is still in the midst of the war.

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secondratefiction · 4 months

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O yes, please! If you're willing to write some headcanons and/or blurbs for Captain Rex or Commander Cody or both, that would be wonderful! 💕 Thank you very much!

Alright, my last time really writing for Rex went a little off the rails and angsty, so let's see if we can't come up with something a bit more happy for him...

Baby boy is super awkward and kind of oblivious when feelings first start to become a thing... like this man could get smacked right in the face with it and still not fully process what's going on...

But once he actually gets into the swing of things and gets comfortable with himself and expressing those emotions/showing that kind of affection? He is just the sweetest most adorable thing ever.

Love language is 100% acts of service, and he is especially good at the little everyday kind of gestures:

He knows exactly how you drink your caf and always has a cup waiting for you in the morning.

Man can't cook to save the republic, but he will absolutely do the dishes/clean the kitchen after you cook for him.

Handyman might not have been part of his training, but he is clever and resourceful, and he managed to fix several things around your home that you kept putting off because they 'weren't that bad'.

He's never felt more proud of himself that when he saw how happy you were when you realized everything he'd taken care of.

#star wars #clone wars #captain rex #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #reader insert #requests

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substantial-exposure · 1 month

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Happy Bad Batch Day!! You already know it! It's blurb time! Enjoy Crosshair getting defensive over his wife!

Basic summary: Crosshair begins to notice how Rex talks and acts around his wife and starts to suspect he's up to something...

From the exact second Rex was in the room, Crosshair knew something was up. He had no tangible evidence or any reason to even feel the way he did. But he just had a feeling.

The same way Dasibri always said it.

He had a feeling ever since Rex and Dasibri made eye contact. He had that feeling since he watched the Captain hug his wife and say hello.

Now Crosshair wasn't a jealous man. He had no need to be. But whatever was going on here was rubbing him the wrong way. His eyes narrowed as he watched Dasibri and Rex talk. They seemed to be laughing about something. So as casual as possible, Crosshair listened in.

Dasibri let out a laugh. "What's with the cloak?" She asked him. "I don't know if any of your men have clued you in on it but you look like you're homeless in that thing" The Jedi said with a small wince. As if her harsh words were joined with a harsh blow.

"Thanks for that General" Rex snickered and looked down at her. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he moved his hands to his hips."But uhm... how's it been? I heard it's been a rough few months" He said sympathetically whilst shifting the conversation. The months leading up to Crosshair and Omegas return were difficult. There was a lot of searching, and a lot of dead ends. In all truth, most of them didn't think Crosshair was still going to be alive.

Although Rex would be saddened, he did have a plan in place just in case that information checked out. If he had to be the one to take care of the man's widow, that would be just fine with him.

Dasibri looked over her shoulder, to the general direction in which Crosshair and Omega were both sitting. A smile tugged at her lips. "It's gotten a lot better" she said happily. "Everybody's home." Dasibri said looking at the clone Captain.

"I'm glad they got out of there." Rex said quietly. "Nobody deserves a place like that." He said letting out a long sigh. He'd been researching the facility and trying to find it for months now. And yet still he didn't have its coordinates. But now that they had two escapees from the facility... things were looking up. Rex looked at Dasibri, who was still looking back and watching as Crosshair pulled out his toothpick case and handed it out to Omega. They each took a pick and relaxed into their chairs. Rex watched the girl smile fondly and chuckle. "I'm glad things worked out" he said fully.

Dasibri finally pulled her eyes away from her husband and her sister-in-law(?) and looked at Rex. "I am too" she said with a hum. She stepped back and glanced quickly back over to the main room. "It's nice to see you, Rex. I'm gonna head back over" Dasibri turned and walked back to come up behind Crosshairs chair and lean over it.

He bowed out and stepped back. "Of course." He had told her. Rex looked the Jedi over once more and took his leave. As Dasibri turned and walked up behind Crosshairs chair and leaned against it, he went to the front of the ship and sat next to Hunter in the copilots seat.

What Rex didn't see, were the daggers Crosshair was staring into the back of the clones head. All kinds of accusations floated around inside his own mind. What exactly was up with this guy? The last time Crosshair saw Rex, well technically the last time Crosshair had tried to kill him. But during the War, when the batch had a mission with General Skywalker and the Captain, he hadn't noticed any kind of behavior like this. The shameless ogling and 'respect' that the man was giving to his wife. To say Crosshair was upset was an understatement.

"How are things going over here?" Dasibri asked looking between Omega and her husband. Her arms braced her against the back of Crosshairs chair. She leaned down slightly to be closer to him and speak so only he could hear her. "You having fun?" She asked jokingly.

Crosshair let out a sarcastic unamused scoff. "Tons." He stated looking over to his sister. He shifted his head, trying to look back and up at his wife but stopped to turn back and lean closer to the middle of the aisle between their chairs. He looked to Omega. "What about you, kid? Are you having any fun?" He asked her

Omega looked between the Jedi and her brother. "I'm just happy Echo is back again." She said happily. She looked around the busy ship, it was filled to the brim with all of her favorite people.

Crosshair found himself still staring at the buzzed down blonde hair at the back of Rex's head. He tried to ignore it. Whatever it was, he was sure it was nothing.

....

He thought it was nothing up until later in the night. There was an infiltration of the building. A single advanced operative that was after any and all of them, but none more than Omega. They were all quick to escape and get out. But it was as they all were racing down the stairs, it seemed every Jedi present could feel it. They all stopped running down the stairs. Feet planted flat.

"Stop-" Dasibri had said grabbing onto the back of Crosshairs armor plate. "I think they're-" she began to say.

However Crosshair ran to the siding along the stairs, and looked through the window in the wall. He looked down to the end of the massive spiral stairs they were running down. He could see the door they were trying to reach. And then he saw ten soldiers bust the door down and fan out over the bottom floor. Kriff.

"They're coming." Crosshair said. He lifted his gaze and saw something move along the wall. It was a knee-jerk reaction, a subconscious action, he lifted his rifle and immediately spoke again. Before he could get his words out a shot was fired towards the window he was looking through. "I'll handle it." He volunteered and immediately began to fire.

Everyone continued their descent down the steps. Ready for the firefight waiting for them at the bottom. Dasibri was the only one to stay exactly where she stood. She looked at her husband, her eyes narrowed. "Cross." She had said. She never wanted to let him out of her sights again. After being without him so long, she couldn't bare the thought of it.

Crosshair glanced over at her and silently cursed her good hearted nature. She always wanted to save everyone. To do it herself and make sure the burden always laid upon her shoulders. But right now he just wanted her to run. He needed to concentrate.

Captain Rex had only taken a few steps further down the stairs. He looked back up at the pair of lovers. All he had to say was a simple "General. We need to go." He told her. Rex had a pistol in each hand, ready for the fight before them. He wanted one of his best Generals at his side.

Crosshair looked down the steps and to his wife, milliseconds felt like eons as he watched her hardened stare and the crease in her brow. He could of stared at that angry and pouting face for the rest of his life, but alas, this asshole was still shooting at him.

"I'll meet you at the bottom." He told her with a stern nod. Crosshair went back to trying to trying to shoot the guy down. The shake in hands hadn't subsided, it plagued him now just as it did every other minute of the day. Only now it was even more annoying.

Dasibri still stared at him. Her hand on the saber clipped to her belt.

"General." Rex said again. His voice strained with the stress of the situation.

The girl looked up at her husband. "Maker help you if you aren't down there in five minutes." Dasibri turned on her heels and began her descent down the steps. She took her saber into her hand and ignited it as her feet met the stone beneath her.

As Rex went to turn and follow Crosshair called out to him.

"Rex." His voice echoed from inside his helmet. Although Crosshair couldn't fully see him, just his outline in his peripherals, he finished his inquiry. "Is there something I should know about?" He asked

Rex looked around the empty hall awkwardly. His helmet shifting along with his gaze. "I'm not following Crosshair" he said a little confused.

Crosshair pulled his rifle out from the windows ledge. The two men were now hidden inside the staircase, shielded from any possible gunfire aimed in their direction. Cross walked closer to him. "Allow me to reiterate." He said slowly. He took a few menacing steps closer, getting closer and closer to the captain who was further down the stairs.

Before anything else could happen and the situation could escalate any further, they heard the sound of blaster fire coming from the bottom of the staircase. Which only meant one thing. They'd all already engaged in the battle.

Crosshair always found time to start an argument or make a remark. It happened again after the ship crashed. During the crash landing, Dasibri had lost her saber. Now that would never of been his first thought or reaction. His first immediate concern would be her safety and her health.

As soon as he confirmed the safety of his wife and his sister Crosshair allowed himself a moment to breath. He was knelt beside Omega, triple checking her for any injuries she might of neglected to tell him when he saw Rex out of the corner of his eye.

Rex took a few steps over, approaching his long time friend and comrade. He held a lightsaber hilt in his hand. He knew from the emitter and the damaged pommel that it was hers, the very same as it had been all those years ago. "Dasibri." He called quietly. He watched the woman turn her head and look at him. "Missing something?" He asked her.

He held out the weapon to her, letting it return to where it rightfully belonged. It was as he held it did he see the black casing wrapped just underneath the ring tuning.

"Made some modifications have we, General?" Rex asked her arching a brow. "I like the contrast." He hummed casually. He watched as Dasibris hand came to take the saber from his palm.

She took it into her hands and smiled at it fondly. "We couldn't exactly have wedding rings" she chuckled. "We switched casings." Dasibri said holding her saber in both hands, she looked at it and her thumb swiped over the black matte material that circled the hilt. "It was all I had left for a long time" she muttered. She hadn't meant to say that aloud, she let out an awkward cough. She attached the saber back to her belt and looked up at Rex. "Thank you, Captain" she said with the smallest and faintest smile.

Rex nodded along, his own grin slowly shrinking. "Of course, General."

Because the second he had Rex alone, he had something today. Crosshair had let them fall behind the group. Secluded and further behind, and finally once he was certain that nobody besides Hunter could hear them, he grabbed ahold of the Captains shoulder and pulled him around. Crosshair stared down at the man's helmet. Looking through the slits where he knew his eyes would be.

"There's something you've neglected to tell me." Crosshair grumbled. There was an anger in his eyes that stemmed from his jealousy.

Now Crosshair would never flat out say that it came from his insecurity. It never had been. But after the Empire and everything he had done, it wasn't his fault. How could he not? He couldn't blame Rex for his rather obvious crush, Crosshair already knew how amazing his wife was. She was strong, confident, and everything he wished he could be. She was his entire world, and now that he finally had it back, he would die before he let it be taken away from him again. And if that meant threatening the Captain in the middle of the woods, so be it.

Rex stood rigid. "Regarding?" He had asked. He wasn't going to say anything to incriminate himself. Besides, it wasn't like Rex had actually done anything.

"Regarding my wife." Crosshair clarified. His eyes narrowed and he could physically see the calming breath the other man took. The rise and fall of his armor as he breathed and thought it through. "I understand I was absent. But I can assure you, I am not going anywhere." He hissed. His eyes glanced to the direction everyone had gone towards. He didn't want to fall too far behind. "Make your quips, try and flirt all you please, see what happens." The man threatened.

Rex shoved off Crosshairs arm. "I can assure you, Crosshair" he started to say. "I'm not delusional and I'm not stupid." He took a deep breath and removed his helmet. His stare met that of Crosshairs. "I know my place. But if you do anything to hurt that woman again..." he growled lowly. "I'll make sure there's nothing left for the empire to find" Rex seethed.

The two men silently rejoined the group.

Couldn't figure out how to end this bc if I kept writing this Cross would of started throwing hands lol 🫶🏻

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toomanybandstocare · 9 months

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💙 💙 💙 Happy One Year, Mythos! All your prompts are so good it was hard to pick one! Sooo I’m going with Cabin Confessions or Polaroid Album? Whichever you prefer 😊

Cabin Confessions:

Would you rather work with the 501st, 212th, or the Wolfpack?

Polaroid Album:

Or if you’d prefer to make a moodboard of Rex, Gregor, and Wolffe living on Seelos?

[ ◉¯] ✧˖° - Polaroid Album

Mood board of a character and situation of your request. @thefact0rygirl requested desert life with our three favorite commanding officers. Thank you for celebrating with me!!! <3

Counselors: Captain Rex, Captain Gregor, & Commander Wolffe

Counselor Notes: I had trouble finding info on Seelos and what it's like to live there, so I apologize if this isn't completely what you had in mind! I haven't gotten that far into TCW yet (I only just saw the arc with Ahsoka helping Chewwie and the younglings survive the hunting island :0 so good). But...Gregor's kinda cutie though. I'm going to be down so bad when I get to that arc, I just know it. Thank you for celebrating! It's been lovely getting to know you <3

Accompanying Cabin Confession.

-> Celebration Announcement Post <- -> Celebration Masterlist <- -> Camp Resolute Masterlist <-

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book-of-baba-fett · 2 years

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Thoughts of You - Captain Rex x Reader

Wrote this lil blurb about Rex last week and forgot to post it. It was inspired by a wonderful work of art by @sleepingsun501. Divider by the wonderful @moonstrider9904. Hope you all enjoy xo.

Warnings: 18+ Spice, male masturbation, mentions of female masturbation (semi mutual mast in a way), mentions of sex

Captain Rex prides himself as a man of restraint. He has to be; he was in charge of one of the most successful companies of the GAR. A firm presence, unyielding and uncompromising. With everyone, except for when it came to you.

It's cruel what these campaigns apart did to Rex; he's unable to see your smile, listen to your laugh, hold you close. His longing always hits him late in the night, as he lay in his quarters where the absence of your company hit the hardest. He wants nothing more than to feel the softness of your lips against his, caress the smooth plane of your back with his rougher hands, taste the sweetness of you that he craves more than anything else.

It’s been too long since he’s indulged himself with the comfort of you, since he’s taken you for his own, made his mark on you in every way possible. He wishes he had you with him right now, so he could feel every inch of you pressed against him, your skin clinging together as he slowly thrusts into you. He wants to hear that hitch in your breath as you’re about to orgasm, feel the warmth of you clenching around his cock before he spills inside you.

But for now, he has to chase his desires elsewhere. His hand is a poor excuse compared to yours, or the way your mouth feels as you wrap your lips around his cock. He tried calling you, to see if he could work out some of his tension with you but you didn't pick up. That's ok; he knows how busy you are. How hard you work. So he can leave you a little message for when you have your own free time and need to unwind.

He's stripped the layers of armor, peeled off his bodysuit and is lying on his back, his toned muscles glistening under the light dew of sweat as he slowly fists his cock, thinking about you. His lips part as he lowly gasps, remembering the last time you were together and the sounds you made as you came undone for him. He tightens his grip around his cock, trying not to cum too quickly. He glances at his helmet sitting on his desk, recording everything for you. He can't believe he's doing this, but he needs to show you what you do to him, even when you aren't there. He wonders if you'll be able to see the drop of precum at the tip of his cock as he pumps it, if you'll watch how his face scrunches, how his head rolls back when he builds closer and closer to his climax.

Rex is grunting softly, cursing under his breath. as he works his throbbing cock. His arousal is heightened by the thought of you watching this later, imaging how you would look on your bed, in that lingerie set he likes. He can see your hand dipping beneath the waistline of your panties, playing with yourself, working up to your own orgasm in time with his. Will you save this video to watch again on another night when he is far away and you miss his company?

The thought of you touching yourself as you watch him is enough to send him over the edge. Rex groans your name soft as a prayer, so low that you might miss it, as he cums into his fist. His chest heaves as he catches his breath and lies back. He glances at the helmet recording, offering that slight smirk that you love before he stands up to grab a towel and clean himself. When he types the message to send along with his video, his words are simple.

"Thought of you tonight. Save this for when you're home."

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kimageddon · 3 months

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This is an archive of my one shots, prompt challenges and requests. If you are looking for my two main series, A Prince of Dathomir or Sins of the Father, please check out my pinned post or my AO3 account.

Fanfiction for characters in the Star Wars Universe

Tech

Reader Edition - The Wedding | The Reception | The Honeymoon

OC edition - The Wedding | The Reception | The Honeymoon

Crosshair

Shoot Me Down

Couldn't Resist (NSFW)

Boba Fett

Impatient (NSFW)

The Witch's Familiar (possible series, Fantasy AU)

Masterlist - Coming Soon

Introductory Blurb

Comedic Series for the Star Wars characters and Universe - a cantina where all characters coalesce OOC, no timeline specifics

The Pants Challenge

Drinks

Prompt List - | - NSFW Prompt List - | - Who I write for

Ideas sent in via asks from the prompt list (CLOSED)

Clone Trooper Jesse

29: "I'm going to give you five seconds to take that back"

Cad Bane

34. “That’s it! I’m killing them all.” / “Wait, but what about the plan?” / “Forget the plan! These idiots keep getting on my nerves. They have no one to blame but themselves.”

31. "Good, I meant it to hurt."

ARC Trooper Fives

8. “I think I have found the cure for happiness.” / “What’s that?” / “Falling in love.”

Commander Wolffe

4. “But you…. You went drink for drink with Wolffe. How are you not hungover?” & 20. “You're so tiny compared to me.”

9. "“Have you lost your damn mind?!” / “Yes, but in all fairness, I was left alone.”

Clone Medic Kix

16. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

Clone Trooper Hardcase

1. "That was my favourite blaster.”

Commando Captain Gregor

23. “Don’t cry. We’ll find each other again.”

Sergeant Hunter

46. "Kiss me like you mean it."

Coruscant Guard Commander Fox

12. “Aaand just like that I have lost all the fucks I had to give.”

Lord Savage Opress

7. “I love you! No time to explain – gotta go.” / “Wait… WHAT?!” & 40. “I want to take you to all the beautiful places, sunsets over oceans and listen to the rain. I want to dance with you, make you smile and laugh… but– I also want to kiss you so hard it leaves marks on your body, I want to watch you writhe beneath me and scream my name until you can’t say anything else.”

Requests from DMs of Ko-Fi

Maul and Savage - They discuss the dichotomy of siblings

Comfort with Darth Maul - Maul x Reader

Captain Rex - On shoreleave he decides to visit the barbers

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obixwan · 1 year

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it’s always been you for @tecker and @cloneficgiftexchange

pairings: rex x reader

blurb: Rex reassures you about your relationship.

word count: 850 ish

warnings: relationship troubles, unedited writing lol

notes: oh my gosh im so sorry tecker ! I’m sorry its late and its crappy but i struggled with this one so much i hardly ever write for rex but i hope you love it!! <3

masterlist // join my updated taglist // ao3 link

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It’s early when he receives the message.

0700. Urgent. Meet me.

He’s sitting at the breakfast table when his communicator pings with a notification but he quickly swipes it away making sure no one else can see it. He ignores everyone’s questions and queries when he stands up from the breakfast table, claiming he’s finally caught the bug that’s been making rounds around the barracks.

“Some bug,” Jesse says, “If the captain with strengthened immunity can catch it.”

Rex is about to bite back a response but he decides that he doesn’t owe Jesse an answer when it comes to this, so he only rolls his eyes and abandons his breakfast of sweet honey toast and makes his way to the med bay.

Kix is taking a stock count when Rex walks in and when Rex asks to sign him off for a day with the flu, Kix doesn’t ask any questions. He shakes the medic's hand with gratitude and then he makes his way through the city, head down, strides long, until he reaches the Jedi temple.

His footsteps are quiet, muffled on the carpeted floors of the temple. He knows these halls like the back of his hands. They’re cold and dull. They’re sterile and sanitised and if they could talk, Rex knows what they would say. Disgusting, undutiful, traitorous, wrong. The dull grey paint blurs walls into walls and before Rex knows it, he’s at the door that leads to the usual meeting point.

And just like every other secret meeting, Rex meets you in a forgotten meditation room that he knows off by heart too. Many nights have been spent here, sat on the long meditation benches, cuddled into one another or just talking. Watching the temple gardens and the waterfall through the one way viewing window, whispering to one another. The room, despite its hostile location, has become somewhat of a retreat for the both of you.

But as well as he knows these walls and that room, he knows you better. And as soon as the door seals behind him, he doesn’t even need to look at your trembling lip to know you’ve been crying. The air in the room is thick with emotion, so much so Rex can hardly breathe himself.

He sits with you on the bench seat and pulls you into his body, soothing your hair until your tears start to fall again and your shoulders are heaving with the effort of the sobs that are torn from your body.

He sits with you for what could have been hours. There’s no way to tell the passing of time in these rooms unless you have a watch or a time piece on you but Rex doesn’t mind. The outside world melts away when it’s just the two of you and the sounds of the waterfall.

When your sobs quiet and your breathing evens out, he holds you at arms length, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes are bright, the way only tears can make them so. Your skin is raw and blotchy and bright but Rex thinks you look just as lovely as always.

“Ready to talk to me now, lovely?” Rex asks. As much as he wishes he could read your mind, take in your auror, he is no jedi.

Your bottom lip trembles again as Rex’s hand pushes back your hair from your face, coming to rest on your cheek. “We can’t keep doing this.” You say, another tear dripping down your face. “We are hurting everyone we love, Betraying everything we hold dear by being together.”

His heart breaks but this is not the first time these thoughts have entered your relationship. But the last time, you’d only been seeing each other for a few weeks and he thought this would blow over in a few short weeks. He had reassured you, held you the whole hyperspace journey home to Coruscant, despite the risk you could’ve been found. But here they are a year and a half into seeing each other and these worries are still rearing their heads.

Rex wonders for a brief moment in general Skywalker and senator Amidala have to combat these sorts of insecurities too. But then he decides that they probably don’t because even if they were found out, the worst that would happen is they’d both be fired and exiled from their respective positions. Rex on the other hand… well… it probably wouldn’t be as happy an ending for him. He would be labelled a traitor and he'd be killed by firing squad.

He pulls you into his body again, rubbing soothing patterns onto your skin, and playing with your hair the way he knows you like, that puts you at ease. “It’s always been you.” He whispers. “We don’t do this for anyone else.” He says, “Just us. It’s just for us. It is selfish, but it’s war, cyar’ika, we are allowed something for us.”

It’s enough to soothe you, enough to let you cuddle in closer to his warmth and his strength. Enough to make you settle into his love.

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rexxdjarin · 7 months

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Good morning!... or night.. wait what time is it?... anyways... You wanted sweet blurbs and I don't even know what exactly that is, if you are asking for requests or sweet little snippets, so I'll try to do both 😅 Stole a snippet out of my own writing, in hopes it would fit this occasion:

You know Fives, Echo and Hardcase kept him busy again, you know the last mission was exhausting. You can see how tense and tired Rex is. But the joy on his face when you finally meet again is unmistakable.

You're not upset when he's slipped into bed early. You accompany him, snuggle up to him, enjoy his warmth, his scent. It is an incredible relief to have him with you again. The times of anxiety while he is away on missions is torture every time.

But now you have him back.

"I'm glad you're home again."

Rex, pulls you close to him, wraps you both in the blanket, wraps his arms around you and spreads small, gentle kisses on your face.

"You have no idea how glad I am to be back here with you".

"How glad?"

Rex laughs softly, and says, "My heart stopped beating when I left you here, and it wasn't until I saw you again earlier, that it started beating again."

Now, in case you were asking for input instead of the other thing. How about something along the lines of:

"I will always be your hero, your safe haven, your shoulder to cry on, your home... hell, I'll always be whatever you need me to. Now stop your crying cyar'ika, lean into me and let me heal you" - Boba

Sending love 💜

Hehehe hi💙 it is nearly midnight for me. Of course I’m a night owl so this is prime me hours hahaha

Slipping into bed early to cuddle with Rex is literally what I’d want most right now 🥺💙 he’d be just so supportive and understanding and I love him more than anything. He’s so sweet. They literally don’t make men like him😭

And boba is more the problem solver. Whatever is bothering you, he is going to make the problem go away and you’ll never have to worry about it again. He’s more of a cuddler than he seems too 🤭

I love these. Thank you so much 💙

#captain rex blurbs #captain rex #boba fett blurb #boba fett

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clonemedickix · 6 months

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Rating: M

Word count: 6K

Characters: CT 6116 Kix, OC Medics: Volte, Patch, Patcher, Voodoo, Siren, Carpal, Sawbones, Minder, Whiskey, Quarter

*more medics will be mentioned in further chapters of this miniseries*

Warnings: Snide Medical Humor

Excerpt Summary - Arrival to the 1st Annual GAR Medic Convention. The medics arrive at the hotel, get their schedule, start having a reunion of friends.

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The 1st Annual GAR Medic Convention

Chapter 1 - Arrivals

Volte sighed tiredly. He had only just returned from a mission with the Dragon Company, and it had been a wringer. Even General Lin had looked bushed as she disembarked from the Talon, headed for the Dragon Cave and much needed rest, flanked by Fives and Echo. Volte’s responsibilities for the trip weren’t complete until he got the wounded men settled in sick bay, however, and he stood at the ramp of the Talon watching the hover stretchers pass by with his brothers. He followed the last one to the Grand Army of the Republic’s medical unit near the center of the base, his helmet under one arm and his data pad in his other hand. Maker, would he be glad when he could take off this armor and unwind.

As he passed into the large hospital’s corridors, he crossed paths with other medics, doing much the same as he was, checking in their wounded, or checking on them. The Dragon Company men technically fell under the wing of the 501st Legion, so any wounded men of their group would end up alongside others of Skywalker’s large battalion. Volte headed down the hall to the appropriate med bay and breezed through the door without pausing.

There were ten Dragons needing to be checked in, and Volte made for the nearest medical technician, a human female with a data pad. She was in conversation with Kix, Captain Rex’s Torrent Company medic. As he walked up, Volte caught the tail end of their chat.

“So, Kix, you going to the convention? It starts tomorrow,” the girl asked lightly.

“Planning on it. The Captain made sure to get me leave to go from General Skywalker. I’m looking forward to it. Supposed to be a lot of good information, and lots of free drinks from the sponsors. I’m not going to pass that chance up - the Senate might turn around and never do another one after they see how much their bar tab runs,” Kix said with a little chuckle at the end.

The girl acknowledged Volte’s presence with a little chin lift. “What’s up, Volte? Got some new people for me to patch up?”

Kix greeted Volte with a raised hand to clasp, and Volte grabbed it with a smile. “I have ten guys, though I doubt they’ll require much from you but some rest and bacta patches. Had them pretty well taken care of before we got back.” He took hold of the medical tech’s data pad and signed off on the patient registration quickly.

“Yeah, your guys usually don’t hang out with me for long.” Her eyes suddenly snapped up and she stood to attention as a call went out to the general room: “Attention! General on the floor!” Kix and Volte also snapped to attention quickly, waiting for the general in question to arrive and release them.

General Lin breezed into the room, still in her armor, covered in scuffs and mud and looking as glorious as she normally did. She smiled at the two medics and nodded, smoothly telling them, “At ease.” Everyone relaxed, as she moved over to check on each of her men. Volte and Kix shared a look between them, silently acknowledging her actions as a good leader. The General always stopped by the hospital before she took her own rest; it was a policy for her to put her men before herself. She made small talk with her guys, exhorting them to rest and get better quick - she’d expect them back at training soon as they could get there. Finished seeing her Dragons, Lara stepped over to the little knot of medical professionals and nodded to Kix. “Made it back in one piece, I see, Kix?”

“Of course, General. The Captain always leads us straight. I think he’s back too - probably in the mess hall or the barracks.” Kix flashed her a little wryly cocked eyebrow, assuming that was going to be the next question from her.

Lara gave Kix a rueful grin and cut her eyes to Volte. “Thanks for getting the men settled, Volte. I’m gonna head out now, if you don’t need anything from me?”

“I think I’ve got it handled, General.” And even if he didn’t, he wasn’t going to admit it to her in front of Kix and the hospital staff.

Lara nodded and turned to leave, but Kix’s voice stopped her.

“Hey General, did you give Volte leave to attend the conference? It starts tomorrow.”

Lara stopped and looked back at Volte, confused and surprised. “Conference? What conference?”

“You didn’t even ask, Volte?,” Kix asked chidingly.

“We were on a mission - I wasn’t sure we’d be back in time.” Volte shrugged his shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal to him, anyway.

“General, the First Annual GAR Medic Conference is tomorrow, on Hosnian Prime. All the GAR medical officers are attending. Supposed to have a lot of good education, new technology coming out and such.” Kix’s voice was both solicitous and slightly pleading. He wanted Volte to attend - even with all the educational blah blah blah, there would be partying after, and the clones hardly ever got a break to unwind.

“A medic conference?” Lara smiled brightly. “Like an EMS conference on Earth! Oh for sure Volte is going.” Volte looked up, ready to protest, and Lara cut him off. “Even if I have to dig my scrubs out of my drawer to come here and take care of these men myself, you’re going. You’re not going to miss something as fun as a conference. Conferences are legit! So much fun! Consider your leave approved, Volte, and you enjoy yourself. Give me a call if you end up in the brig and I’ll come bust you out.” Lara grinned at him and turned to walk away, leaving a beaming Kix and a flustered Volte standing in her wake.

Kix smiled and smacked Volte on the shoulder. “YEAH! We can catch the same shuttle out. This is going to be so much FUN!”

Volte looked somewhat uncertain, but bowed to the inevitable. His work done in the med bay, he made his farewell to his brothers and walked back to his barracks to get cleaned up, and packed. If the General said he was going, he knew better than to refuse.

The next morning, Volte made his way to the shuttle for Hosnian Prime with Kix at his side. The Torrent Company medic was excitedly chirping away about all the sessions being offered at the conference; he was looking forward to seeing the new technology on offer. Looking sideways at Volte, Kix remembered the Dragon Company already carried some unconventional tech that no other squads had. “So where did you get some of those toys you carry, Volte?”

“The General. She brought them from her home world,” Volte answered. “Some of it is pretty simple by our standards, but work really well. Like her CAT tourniquets. And Quick Clot stuff. I’ve liked using it. Those tourniquets though - they’re crazy effective. I’m surprised we don’t have something like them. You’d think with all the smart things the Kaminoans come up with, they wouldn’t over look something so plain and simple.”

“Wonder if they’ll have tech like that at this conference?,” Kix was curious of the possibilities. He’d heard there would be a new hover stretcher to ogle, as well as some of the latest medical interior upgrades for the LA ATs, converting some to straight medical evacuation ships. They were supposed to have fully kitted out displays of the new platforms, and that was always fun to see, climb around in and dream about.

“I have no idea, Kix. I honestly gave this conference no thought because I wasn’t sure I’d make it. I vaguely remember the brochure said something about new monitors, new meds, that ship kit, some new first aid implements… Who knows what all goodies they might have.” Volte was still somewhat tired after returning from their latest mission, only to turn around and ship out for this conference… Even for a pleasure trip it sucked to get up early when he’d wanted to rest. He yawned widely as they climbed aboard the airship and found seats. It was full of other medics, all heading for the same convention.

“Hey bud, quit that! We are going to have a blast at this thing. Can’t have you acting like an old man before we even get there.” Kix nudged Volte roughly and gave him a sharp look. “We’ve got some serious partying to do - we never get to really let loose even at 79s. So you quit that yawning.”

“Okay, okay,” Volte grumbled back. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. “I’m gonna take a nap for a while if you’re so determined to drag me to the bar every night. Be a social butterfly and talk to the others. Poor souls - you have a captive audience back there to listen to you blab about your magical hangover cure.”

Kix looked at Volte with a disgruntled frown, but did exactly that. Turning, he caught sight of several Corrie Guard medics - Patch, Patcher, Voodoo, Siren and Carpal were all loosely grouped in the rear of the shuttle. Kix gave his now snoring companion an eye roll and got up to move closer to the others; he knew a few of them quite well. He was only vaguely surprised that Commander Fox had given all his medics leave to come on this trip, but then the Corries had the benefit of being on Coruscant, with access to the Grand Republic Medical Center. They could just do a quick transport and have any wounded in front of the surgeons without much effort. And even the anal retentive Corries needed a night off occasionally.

“What’s up, people? Ready for this extravaganza of medical trivia, new toys and booze influenced fuckery?,” Kix said with a grin that would have done the Cheshire Cat proud. He looked up and nodded to Sawbones, who was sitting by himself a short distance away. Kix’s buddy Minder was sitting across from Sawbones, and Kix reached out, gave him a quick fist bump. He’d come back to talk to him when he was done with the Corries; Kix was a boy that loved the spotlight and could never keep still.

The group of Corrie medics all looked back at the Torrent Company man a little warily; all of the 501st had a reputation for generally being on the shady side of following rules, if not outright crazy. Kix was known to be one of the sharpest in the bunch; some said the only 501st member with a brain cell, after Captain Rex. But that was a misconception. Aside from Captain Rex, Kix had joint custody of the second single brain cell, and that only during his duty hours. The rest of his time was spent at 79’s, where he and Jesse, Hardcase, Fives and Echo stirred up enough trouble to make themselves as infamous with the Corries as their General was to the Jedi Council.

They’d all noticed Kix came in the company of Volte from Dragon Company - now there was a guy with a reputation. Known to be a steady and sharp medic, one of the best ever trained on Kamino, he’d been hand selected by the Dragon Rider, General Lara Lin, who’d kitted him out like a ARC Trooper, trained him in other worldly witchcraft and fighting skills previously unheard of in their galaxy, and given him special tools for use on their men. She’d even gone so far as to insist all of Dragon Company have first response medical skills, so technically they could all have qualified for field medic training on Kamino, but Volte was the Chief Medical Officer of the Company. The Dragons were nigh untouchable - trouble slid off of them like rain on a windscreen. No one could ever really explain how their General kept them all out of hot water after some of their escapades, but it had garnered them the image of a group of dark, mysterious renegades, strutting around the Coruscant military base like so many black and gold peacocks.

Patcher finally spoke up for his group. “Not everybody is going to the conference just to see how many panties they can drop or drinks they can keep down, Kix.”

“I came for the education too, Patcher, but hey, if panties start dropping around me, who am I to protest?” Kix grinned at the Corries mischievously, patted the back of the seat he was leaning on and turned to move to sit with Minder and Sawbones. He didn’t get far when he heard one of the Corrie group members pipe up.

“We could probably get by without going to a conference if your buddy up there would share his toys the General gives him,” Voodoo said with a little bitterness in his voice. “Heard his success rate on wounded men shot up by fifty percent after she implemented her “Stop the Bleed” policy and handed out those special tourniquets.”

“Now why would you Corries need tactical equipment like that? You don’t go anywhere that demands special toys, except maybe when you visit the dark lower levels.” Kix’s eyes narrowed a little as he moved in for the kill. “Then you’d just need some of those ‘antibiotics’ she’s always talking about using on her homeworld. Said they came about specifically to treat the koochie cooties you’re used to dealing with.” He laughed as all the men shot him dirty looks for insulting both their purpose and extracurricular activities.

“I can see this is going to be one of those trips,” Siren muttered to his neighbor Patch. “Why do all of the guys in the 501st have to be such di’kuts?”

“Because their General has a fat head and lets them think they can get away with just about everything, just like he does,” Patch grumbled back.

“At least the Dragon Company General isn’t quite as obnoxious as Skywalker, and far better to look at,” Carpal murmured.

“Or General Secura. I’d watch her all day long,” Siren said dreamily. “She’s got some nice assets, that one.”

There were grumbles of agreement to that statement, as the men settled back down into their own heads for the rest of the flight.

Kix had snugged himself into the seat beside Minder, propping his feet up on the armrest of the seat catty corner to him across the aisle, the picture of laid back relaxation. Sawbones was reading a holo fic on his data pad, quietly ignoring all other life forms on the shuttle. Kix gave him a brief glance, decided he didn’t want to be bothered, and turned to Minder. “How’s it been going at the Jedi Temple? Haven’t see you around of late.”

“Not too bad. Always lots of little boo boos to fix on the younglings as they start advancing in their physical training. And of course, the padawans with their training remotes - they always have little burns from not blocking fast enough.” The red headed medic smiled and looked over at his old batch mate. “Other than that, just sprains, strains and the odd broken ankle or wrist. Sometimes we get a truly wounded Jedi in from the field, but usually you guys are good about taking care of that before they get back to Coruscant.”

“Sounds kind of boring,” Kix said with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah well, not all of us can run around dodging blaster fire anymore,” Minder said, nodding to his cane. He’d broken his leg and been hit by shrapnel at Khorm when Dooku’s assassin Asaj Ventress bombed the medical tents, and was left requiring the permanent assistance of a cane to get around. “At least they kept me working somewhere I’m of value, rather than just decommissioning me.” Minder shrugged. “I love working with the younglings anyway. Kids are always so much more fun than adults.”

Kix gave him an inquiring look, as if he didn’t believe that sentiment at all. “Kids are terrifying. The only thing I know about kids is it’s bad when they’re quiet, and they’re annoying when they’re not. You can keep allllll the kids, Minder.”

Minder laughed at his friend. “Seriously, Kix. Kids aren’t bad. They are actually pretty fun to work with once they decide to trust you, and they love stories and getting stickers for being cooperative. Give me a kid to treat any day.”

Kix grunted in reply, and pulled his data pad out. Everybody got cozy on the shuttle; they had a few hours of flight time to go, so Kix figured he would get some reading in. There was plenty of time ahead in the three day conference to catch up with people.

The shuttle arced its way down through the atmosphere of Hosnian Prime, over the white beaches towards the hotel district. The 1st Annual GAR Medic Convention was to be held in their fancy convention center, in the heart of their many high rise buildings with its own commanding view of the sea. The center had multiple restaurants and bars attached for the ease of feeding guests present for large gatherings; you never had to actually leave during your stay to get food or beverage and spirits, and could conveniently return to your hotel room whether by foot or by droid-assist. The Convention Center had made sure to bring in droid-assist reinforcements for this particular gathering of weathered clone troopers; they figured there would be plenty of men they’d have to literally scoop off the floor each night. While the convention planners had all protested the idea that the famed boys in white would act out of place, more rational souls had remained silent with raised eyebrows, then reasserted the need for more droids.

The Coruscant shuttle disgorged its passengers on the landing pad of the Hosnian Prime Mariton. It was one of the finer hotels on the planet, and had graciously waived many fees to attract this business from the Republic. There were many compensations to be had behind closed doors, if they were able to impress the many sponsors at this gathering. Just a couple of the big name weapon manufacturers alone could keep the hotel in business for many years. There always existed the give and take behind the scenes, when large companies did things for ‘charity’ or tax breaks, hoping to polish their public image while still making a hot credit in the hand.

Volte woke when the shuttle locked its landing gear and touched down on the hotel pad. Through bleary brown eyes, he took in the scene outside the ship’s doors, seeing flashy neon lights and busy sky traffic. It wasn’t much different from Coruscant, and for a short second he was confused enough to wonder if they’d even left. Kix disabused him of that notion quickly, as he walked by and smacked him on the shoulder roughly.

“Rise and shine pretty boy; we’ve arrived. You missed some truly stimulating conversations about medical advancement,” Kix said with a serious face.

“Did I?,” Volte said a little wearily.

“No. But you sleeping definitely made the flight boring for me,” Kix said firmly. “Now, let’s get our room assignment and hit the bar! Maybe there will be some hot chicks there to talk to, tell them all about being a GAR medic.”

“That’s fine Kix, but you better get your own room if you plan on bringing anybody back with you for the night. I’m not getting trapped again like that time on Canto Bight, when you came home with two Twi’leks and tried to foist one on me.” Volte gave Kix a scathing, scandalized look and shook his head. “Get your jollies off in a dark corner or other. In fact, if you decide you DO need a room, tell them to put it on my General’s tab. She’d cover it, I’m sure.”

Kix laughed a bit. She might just at that - she had offered to get them out of the brig if they ended up in one. She seemed to have no illusions whatsoever about what happened at one of these conferences. Kix wondered if there was a story attached to that, and whether it could be wheedled out of her at 79s some night.

The two medics followed a line of others to the front desk of the hotel and received their room assignment, then turned and strolled over to the lift for their floor. The lobby had been chock full of clone troopers, every one of them a field medic or associated with advanced emergency care. Sawbones and another clone named Whiskey climbed aboard the lift with Kix and Volte, both men in the Wolfpack. Sawbones typically enjoyed Kix’s enthusiasm, and Whiskey was a relaxed, quiet trooper, already having ascended to administration. He nodded to Volte and Kix, leaning back against the wall as the lift climbed into the sky.

“We should have a good view of the beaches from these floors,” Volte said lightly.

“Right, all the better to entice the ladies back to our rooms,” Kix said with a slight leer in his voice. The three other clones rolled their eyes. None were averse to a pretty date, but none of them were quite the famed man whore that Kix was, with his flashy scalp tattoos and bravado. Volte silently stared at the ceiling, wondering if he paid someone to get Kix laid the first night, would he calm down for the rest? Or perhaps he could just sedate him and tie him to the bed while the rest of them went to class, with a sock for a gag….

The men finally reached the fiftieth floor and filed out of the lift to head for their rooms. Funnily enough, they were adjoining. Sawbones and Whiskey looked at each other silently as they realized they’d share a door with their rambunctious 501st counterpart. Their thoughts unintentionally ran in the same vein as Volte’s, as they mentally ran back over the items they had packed for the trip. Sadly, rope, gags and extra tranquilizers hadn’t made it into their bags. Maybe they could get him plastered enough he’d just pass out. Three minds feverishly worked over the question of how to get actual sleep and time for reflection with Kix in the mix. Sawbones had noticed Volte looked particularly haggard already, as they pushed their door open to Kix jovially singing and dancing across the floor to claim his bed, “Shawty had them apple bottoms jeans, boots with the fur, the whole club lookin at her…” The Dragon Company medic sighed, ironically thanking his leader for introducing Kix to Earthen rap music. This party would have been right up her alley.

After getting their packs stowed, the two medics wandered back to the lobby to make plans for their dinner. Volte felt a bit better after his nap on the ride out, and he had to admit it was impressive, seeing all the clone medics milling around on the hotel’s ground floor. There were so many squad, company and battalion patches he just about couldn’t name them all. He saw the insignia for Shadow Squad, 327th Star Corps, the Mist Squad, a guy possibly from Republic intelligence, the wave patch of the Tsunami Squad, the fire bird of Phoenix Squad, Violet Company, the 218th, the 387th, and the Phoenix Company. There were many more, of course, but those were readily recognizable. A few of the faces he also knew, as did Kix evidently, who was loudly hailing the clones he made out in the crowd. It was a pleasing family reunion, so many brothers, all with interests and jobs in common.

Volte had brought along the booklet detailing the many classes on offer each day, as well as the displays from the vendors and sponsors. The pamphlet even promised there would be free giveaways of items at each booth, and Volte dreamily wondered what kind of goodies he was going to come away with. Kix eagerly read over his shoulder and pondered aloud about what classes he wanted to attend.

“Look at that V! ‘Advanced Airway Management for Facial Trauma: What To Do When Holes Are Present That Shouldn’t Be’! I bet that’s a great class! And ‘Rapid Sedation: How to Restrain Your Patient in Five Seconds Without Using Conduit Tape’. I need to try that on Hardcase!” Kix laughed gleefully, reading further down the list and exclaiming aloud which ones sounded the most interesting.

Sawbones and Minder happened by with Whiskey in tow. “Anything good on the schedule?,” Sawbones grumbled out in his deep, gravely voice.

Minder had his own copy of the roster and was perusing it with Whiskey. “I might go to this one - “How to Approach a Youngling: They’re Not Armed Bombs.” Minder chuckled. “If people only knew…Kids are best hidden secret in the medical field.” All four of his brothers looked at him like he was somewhat crazy, then went back to the brochure.

“Preventing Infections, as Easy as Wash Your Kriffing Hands,” Volte laughed softly. “Who got to name these classes? Sounds like something my General would come up with.”

Sawbones suddenly gave a low barking laugh. “Communicable Diseases: How To Avoid Them While Sitting in a Small Enclosed Space With Others.” The old medic shook his head with a smile, “I agree, whoever got to come up with these titles is a jewel. We need to find out and treat them to a round or two.”

“Weird Things Radiology Techs Have Found in a Rectum and Why Bacta Doesn’t Belong There Either,” Whiskey read, his eyebrows raised as high as they could go. “At least they have a sense of humor. Maybe this thing won’t be boring.”

“Well, everything starts tomorrow at 0800, so we might as well find some dinner and find something to do until bedtime,” Sawbones drawled out.

Kix looked like he was about to speak up, but Volte quickly cut him off. “And no that doesn’t mean shopping for a date.”

The group of men moved off in search of food, still walking and talking about the classes on offer. By the time they sat down, each men had a rough idea of which classes they would work to attend, if they couldn’t make it to all of them. There were five per day, starting at 0800 and each lasting an hour and a half. Volte felt they each had good information to learn, and he wanted to make it to them all, if Kix would allow it.

The official class list read thus:

Primeday:

0800 - Advanced Airway Management for Facial Trauma: What To Do When Holes Are Present That Shouldn’t Be

1000 - Rapid Sedation: How to Restrain Your Patient in Fives Seconds Without the Use of Conduit Tape

1300 - How to Approach Younglings: They’re Not Armed Bombs

1500 - Preventing Infections: As Easy As Wash Your Kriffing Hands

1700 - Communicable Diseases: How to Avoid Them While Sitting in a Small Enclosed Space with Others

Centaxday:

0800 - Urine Business: Keep the Flow Alive or Your Patient Won’t Be

1000 - Long Bone Trauma: If That Limb is A-Floppin, The Ship Better Not Be Rockin!

1300 - An Ode to Burns: My Skin is on Fire, It Hurts. How to Rapidly Treat Burn Trauma and Pain

1500 - Hypovolemic Shock: That Red Stuff Was Supposed to Stay on the Inside

1700 - Weird Things Radiology Techs Have Found in a Rectum and Why Bacta Doesn’t Belong There Either

Taungsday -

0800 - Everything You Never Wanted to Know About Pregnant Females ( Otherwise Known As How to Catch a Flying Greased Puffer Pig at the least Opportune Moment)

1000 - When Everything Goes to Mustafar in a Camtono: How to Remain Calm During the Worst Crises

1300 - Splinters: How to Deal with Your Vod When They’re Being a Big Baby

1500 - Medics Outrank Everyone - A Motto To Live By

1700 - Take the Jedi Path - Let it Go: How to Handle Grief and Loss in the Ranks

The small knot of clones ended up wandering into one of the sports bar type restaurants of the large hotel. The place was packed by their brethren, all either at tables, in booths or are the bar. It was a raucous scene, and Kix’s face lit up with joy at the prospect of swapping stories and drinks with al the men present. He angled his way to the bar to make his first order, dragging Volte with him while Sawbones found them somewhere to sit. It wasn’t usually hard for the gritty old medic to get his way with others - his entire persona was intimidating, if his gruff, deadpan words didn’t make them hop and run. He was able to secure them a large booth near the center of the restaurant, where they could commune with everyone easily and hear the chatter.

Volte and Kix made it to the table not long after, bearing everyone’s first round of drinks, followed by an ARC medic named Quarter, and Voodoo. They were both in the Coruscant Guard and knew the group at the table fairly well. The men all traded greetings and fist bumps, settling back into the cushions as they took in the scene.

Quarter raised his chin a bit at Volte after taking a swig of his fizzy drink, launching into a question. “Got any good stories from the front these days, Volte? We hear all kinds of rumors about you Dragons and that General of yours, but nobody knows how much of it is bantha poodoo or real.”

Volte laughed a little ruefully before replying. “You know, people like to make up crap about us, like we are some top secret mystery brigade, but I think you’d be surprised how boring we are in reality.”

“How can it be boring when you work with a karking dragon?,” Voodoo exclaimed. “That alone is worth talking about! Has that thing eaten anyone yet?”

“Nope. He’s not just some mindless animal - he’s as smart as you or me. I did see him step on a few Seppys during a battle though. They were quite a bit flatter in places they shouldn’t have been when he moved off. And if he goes to burn something - straight to ash. Nothing left. Hottest fires you can imagine.” Volte shook his head in wonder, remembering some of the things he’d seen. “But what about you guys? Surely you have plenty of good dirt on all the political types, working here in the veritable beating heart of the galaxy.”

Voodoo laughed. “Oh there’s always dirt. Thank the Force for those implants the Kaminoans fitted us with, because otherwise half of the command staff would have the gift that keeps on giving and about ten children stowed away here and there. Not much to do, guarding Coruscant, and when those pretty girls hit you up it’s hard to refuse.” He gave Volte a little salute with the neck of his fizz bottle. There were general chuckles all around; none of the men were blushing virgins and all knew boredom and stress led to the men finding ‘other’ entertainment. “I’ve heard rumors there’s going to be a clone dating service start up on the super hush and hush. Evidently Commander Fox knows the business owner … incredibly well…,” he said with a bit of a wink.

Minder choked on his drink. “A dating service for clones? Seems like a big risk to take - we never know if we’re coming back from any deployment, and if they got caught they’d probably get shipped back to Kamino for reconditioning.” Volte nodded with his eyebrows up at the news. He was no stranger to clones hiding relationships; Dragon Company and Torrent Company had more than one high up military secret relationship they were protecting.

“Hey why shouldn’t we have relationships if we want them?,” Kix demanded rather angrily. “We are people too. We have just as many needs as some nat born!” He saw Quarter nodding with him, though Whiskey and Sawbones both wore rather resigned, skeptical expressions.

Voodoo shrugged. “Imagine if all the clones got a steady girl and had kids, though. We’d probably over populate the galaxy in less than a year. Of course, that’s if we managed to get around the sterility implants. I’ve heard rumors that a few clones have gotten some girls knocked up, but I’ve never seen it in real life. Could be a fairy tale.”

The table fell silent for a short moment as each man wondered about their rights, or lack thereof, and all took a quick slug of their drinks to wash away the bitter taste of resignation. Their musing was shortly interrupted by the arrival of Carpal, who was working his way toward the exit. He didn’t prefer loud crowds with the ringing in his ears at baseline, a parting gift from Asaj Ventress at Khorm. He nodded to the group as he walked by with a small bucket of drinks for himself; he preferred sitting in quiet places where he could read. Carpal was an older clone, his graying beard lending him a look of wizened knowledge that others deferred to.

Sawbones raised his bottle to acknowledge the medic, grunting out, “Heading back to your room, Carpal?”

The grizzled clone nodded. “You know I don’t do these loud gatherings. I’ve got my stash now and a good book I brought with me. You know where to find me if you need me,” he said, his voice a little louder than others to compensate for the inner ear issues. “I’ll see you boys in class tomorrow. Behave, children,” he said as he ambled on past them to the door.

To Kix's utter dismay, the rest of the evening passed with no pretty women appearing at the bar; only a steady stream of clones came and went. Their little group threw in the towel somewhat early, as Volte wanted to get some rest and Sawbones had used up all of his stored up reserves on dealing with people; the man was never the most outgoing of medics, and his patience for foolishness was nonexistent. The men headed back to their rooms, cleaned up and hit the sheets; all were unconscious as soon as their heads hit the pillows.

Credits:

Kix - CT 6116 Medic of Torrent Company, 501st Legion

Volte - CT 2403 Dragon Company CMO, property of CloneMedicKix

Patch - Coruscant Guard Medic, property of Sunshinedaydream

Patcher - CT 1110 Coruscant Guard CMO, property of Stargazingbunny

Voodoo - CT 0127 Coruscant Guard medic, property of Sev-on-Kamino

Siren - CT 6161 Coruscant Guard Medic, property of 523rd Rebel

Carpal - CC 6666 Coruscant Guard medic, property of Mythical Illustrator

Sawbones - CT 2697 Wolfpack CMO, 104th Battalion, property of Wizardofrozz

Minder - CT 6334-2 Jedi Medical Company, property of Mythical Illustrator

Whiskey - CC 6891 CMO 104th Battalion, property of Banks's-rat

Quarter - ARC 2525 Republic Intelligence medic, property of Hetalianskywalker

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