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mandalorianbrainweasel · 5 months

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if i may ask for another clone to be subjected to Spar…

Dogma?

Dogma stands at attention with the rest of his squad at Commander Appo’s orders, just waiting. Over a private comm between the four of them, Tup’s started complaining.

Dogma kind of gets it, they’ve been standing at attention for a while, here in their ventaor’s hangar. Still—the commander doesn’t do these things without reason, and he’s here standing at attention just like the rest of them.

The calm is abruptly broken by the arrival of a civilian ship.

“Sir,” Dogma interjects—what are civilians doing here? Zeffo has a strict schedule of outside supplies and those traders never stop by here first.

“Stand down, Private,” Commander Appo interrupts him. “We’re expecting them.”

After a few minutes, the civilian ship’s ramp descends and an armoured Mandalorian comes out, jogging lightly.

“Commander!” the Mandalorian says with a lyrical voice, quickly reaching them and extending an arm. The commander does the same and is unsurprised by the odd way the Mandalorian shakes his hand, clasping his wrist firmly. “It’s good to finally meet the man Alpha-38 has been waxing poetic about.”

Commander Appo ducks his head. “Treay isn’t the kind of person to, uh, wax poetic.”

“Not to you, maybe.” The Mandalorian turns to the squad. “So—who are you sending with us this time?” They don’t sound particularly happy about…whatever is going on.

And more than that: this time?

“General Fett and Captain Maze gave those orders and they haven’t rescinded them.” The commander turns to the squad. “This is one of my battalion’s newest squads. You know Maze’s standards; I never expect to get new squads. Fresh lieutenant Trudie, then Privates Pyth, Tup, and Dogma.”

The Mandalorian hums. “Well. Hopefully it’ll go better than the last squad.”

What last squad?

Tup, as usual, ends up voicing the questions Dogma keeps to himself. “What last squad? Uh, sir. Sirs?”

The Mandalorian snickers. “Yeah, Appo, what last squad?”

The commander looks away from all of them. “It’s not my fault I couldn’t keep a hold of them. The moment you left, Captain Maze was comming to ask to reassign them! There was chatter about making them commanders! They were shinies, Fett!”

The Mandalorian outright cackles at that. “The former lieutenant is doing quite well as Ponds’s aide and everyone else have great positions as captains. That wasn’t just me, either, you had them for a while before you pawned them off on me!”

“The issue is that Captain Maze didn’t tell me who you were, really, before you got here,” the commander shoots back.

Dogma raises his hand tentatively. “Uh, sirs. Who are you exactly? How do we address you?”

The Mandalorian cocks their head; it’s weird to see a bucket move like one of theirs when it looks so different. “You can call me Spar.”

“Ah,” Commander Appo says, and he makes a coughing noise and goes back into parade rest. “This is Akaanik’sha Fett, High General Fett’s younger brother. He helped train some of the Alpha clones and commanders. He’s apparently a natural teacher for command. Alpha-38 claims that all of the command training modules were based off of how High General Fett taught him growing up. You’ll be accompanying his party on their business to Zeffo.”

That’s incredible! That means he helped make and teach all of the rules and regulations the command officers go by! “Just calling you, uh, Spar doesn’t seem respectful enough, sir.”

In answer to that, General Fett’s brother puts his fists on his hips, above his oddly heavy looking kama, and leans back, tilting his helmet visor towards the commander.

“That one is Dogma,” the commander says helpfully.

General Fett’s brother nods and does some movement with one hand, bringing it up with his thumb and forefinger out and pulling them down in front of his visor, bringing the pads of the fingers together as he does. “You can call me Commander Fett, then, if you insist,” he finally says. “I am an al’verde to most Mandalorians. And you will call my friends Master—we’ll be going to Zeffo with two Jedi, Master Eno Cordova, a human man, and Master Luminara Unduli, a Mirialan woman. You can either call them Master and their surname or Master and their given name.”

All four of them nod, and Dogma can feel his excitement growing. It’s one thing to accompany someone like Commander Fett, who has played such a big role in the development of the clone officers’ system, but that they’re also accompanying Jedi? The people they were always told they’d be working under, before the last year or so before the war when everything changed?

He can’t help but be even more excited.

Then, surprisingly, Commander Fett takes his helmet off.

He looks a lot like a clone, but Dogma thinks the shape of his face and his eyes are both a little different. There are a lot of other differences, too—Dogma doesn’t think any of them, even the clone commanders, would get away with the gold jewellery on the bridge of his nose between his eyes and on either side of his mouth, though they might get away with the lines of gold that go from the corners of his eyes down to the jewellery by his mouth, and especially not the ring on his nose and even Tup has to keep his hair pulled tight back to avoid getting in trouble for keeping it so long. Commander Fett’s hair is a bit of a wild mess.

Tup is going to be ridiculous about his hair after this.

Commander Fett smiles brightly at them. “It will be good to work with you.”

Dogma feels a little like aiwhas are flying around in his stomach. “And you, Commander.”

(I’m accepting clones to subject to Spar for a while.)

#my fanfiction #alpha clone spar #clone commander appo #clone trooper dogma #ssitb #ssitb verse #ssitb verse au #long post

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this-world-of-beautiful-monsters · 2 years

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the world weeps. there are no tears / to be had

Appo reflects in the aftermath of Knightfall, and discovers his job isn't completed as he thought.

Title taken from the poem Broken Sonnet by John Yau.

Prompt: "Come Back."

(warnings for related order 66 shit, such as genocide, grief, child death, mind control, guilt, trauma)

You can find the whole collection on AO3 here.

The Jedi are dead, and the galaxy celebrates.

They will be celebrating, anyway. Once they find out the importance of what’s been done to for them, how many lives have been saved, what treacherous plots have been caught in their tracks. Appo and his vode will be...well, he’s not naive enough to believe any natborn would ever call a group of clones heroes, but the fruits of their labor will be respected nonetheless.

Right now, though, the city is quiet. Coruscant is tense, still pulling itself together following the last Separatist attack. Clouds of smoke drift from the scorched remains of the temple, staining the faint light at the horizon. The city falls away beneath Appo in a tangled of scorched steel and held breath, the last lights of the night winking out before his eyes.

The Corries are gone, called back to the Senate to prepare for whatever the Chancellor has planned next. It’s just the 501st now, picking their way through the cooling ashes of the Jedi Order, checking for stragglers, the small and the injured. Every once in a while he’ll hear another blast of gunfire, another traitor taken down.

It’s giving him a headache, to be honest. Or maybe he’s just not used to hearing blaster fire without his bucket. Appo adjusts the hood of the ridiculous Jedi robe he and some of the other men have been ordered to wear, turning away from the window with a grunt. The ridiculous hem flickers against his legs as he adjusts his grip on his hidden blaster.

When the order had come through to disguise themselves as Jedi, no one, not even Appo, had pointed out the ridiculousness of donning robes that still smelled of smoke and death. Nor had they mentioned how any type of disguise would be futile, considering that the Jedi would sense their true natures either way

You are unique in the force, every one of you–

Still, he supposes it will give them the briefest advantage. He pictures a Jedi staggering up to the steps of the Temple, on edge, terrified, hunted–justly, of course, they knew damn well what they’d done and they still fled retribution–saber in hand, only to see the blurry outline of approaching cloaks. They’d collapse to their knees, maybe, overwhelmed by relief, and then…

Well. Appo knows what happens next, doesn’t it? His blaster is still warm from firing (and firing and firing and firing and firing and firing and firing and firing and firing and firing and)

In that spirit, they’ve done their best to conceal the first cluster of bodies, hauling the smoldering corpses out of the way of the Temple entrance. The Temple has–had–all types, some corpses can be carried over the shoulder while others need two or more men to drag. And quite a few, of course, of very light and very small.

Jedi children, he reminds himself. Children who would have grown up to lead the vode to their deaths, who would have stabbed them in the back just as easily if they’d been old enough, who would have celebrated the downfall of everything Appo had ever worked for if they had lived. And besides, it wasn’t like anyone had ever extended Appo or his family any mercy for how young and small they were.

Still, there’s something…disquieting at the sight of all those limp corpses swaying in his vode’s hands. Or maybe it’s the sight of armored bodies mixed in, troopers who had fallen in the Jedi’s desperate last stand. There are a lot of them, enough to make Appo’s heart twist.

For all the 501st’s skill, and the element of surprise, the Jedi had taken heavy casualties. And it might have been a lot worse if it hadn’t been for General–General–

“Vader. Call me Vader,” and the growl had made the air shake and throb, made Appo’s teeth ache. He’d babbled, “Yes, Sir,” and the child on the ground had cried, and the blaster had fired, and his general had left without a looking back.

He turns away and keeps walking.

The Jedi Temple is a vast, sprawling mess, with all sorts of alcoves and crannies to hide in, statues or tapestries to hide behind (Opulence, excess, waste, the art of generations carefully preserved). It’s a warren befitting the vermin that tried to hide in it, easy to get lost in if you’re not careful.

And yet, Appo doesn’t feel at risk of getting turned around, somehow. He doesn’t know the place like he knows, say, the halls of Kamino, but there is a sense of familiarity there, almost comforting in a way Kamino never was. Almost like he’s been here before last night, which…which is ridiculous, isn’t it? The Jedi would never let a lowly clone dirty up their pretty temple.

You are unique in the force.

Appo growls and rubs his head; the ache is getting worse, his fingers jittering like a shiny’s on their first deployment. He can’t wait to finish up the last of these stupid fucking monks and blow this place to smithereens from orbit.

From the corner of his eye, he catches a flash–just a door, peering at him innocently from the wall. Appo kicks it open with a growl of irritation, considering too late that it might have enemies hiding behind it. Sloppy, trooper, sloppy.

Thankfully, there are no Jedi waiting to take advantage of his momentary lapse. Appo slips inside, blaster drawn, to find a small, empty room. It’s well-lit, with soft cushions spread across the floor and soothing colors painted on the walls; some kind of meditation chamber, he thinks.

No. No, it is one, he knows because, because–because the Jedi offered something, some kind of meditation thing, and he was on planet and he went because he was curious and he was tired and they’d just come back from a nightmarish deployment, he’d gone in and the cushions had been so soft and there’d been a Jedi there, talking about breathing deep and coming to terms with grief and loss, their voice soft and wise and forgiving, and and and–

Appo stumbles on the hem of that stupid fucking robe, crashing to his knees. He sucks in a sharp breath and realizes how different the air in here tastes. A half-second of panic before he realizes the problem: it’s clear. A little musty, yes, but not like the smoke and blood that permeates the rest of this place, that Appo’s been breathing in for so long he’s almost forgotten what it was like to taste anything else.

This room was designed to be cut off from such things. And it succeeded, because none of the Jedi tried to enter it on their desperate flight through the Temple. Appo didn’t send anyone in here before, though, because…because his memories of that day are hazy, growing more confused the longer he looks at them. But they’re real, he knows they’re real with a certainty that’s almost terrifying.

So what? he asks himself. What does it matter if he’s been here before? What does it matter if the Jedi were good or bad, if they trusted Appo, him and his brothers, more than anyone has before? They’re still dead, Appo still killed them, and…

…And the children, sleepy and terrified, had looked up at them with hope in their eyes as they stumbled out of their rooms, had raised their hands, because obviously everything was all right now that the clones were here. The clones protected the Jedi, and the Jedi protected the clones, and no one in the galaxy could stand against them together.

He can’t breathe in here; he needs smoke and ruin, something he understands. But Appo can’t move from where he’s hunched over on the floor in a mockery of prayer, breaths coming too hard, too fast.

The fucking robe feels like he’s suffocating him, clutching at him like small, desperate hands, hands of clone Littles and Jedi initiates, and in the end it’s hard to remember the difference between them. He pictures the poor bastard whose body it was taken from clinging to his back like a monster from the stories, scratching at his skin.

It’s grief crashing down on him, and he doesn’t understand why. It’s sick, it’s wrong, because the Jedi are traitors and only other traitors grieve for them. Appo isn’t a traitor, he’s a soldier of the Republic, a damn good one, because only good soldiers follow–

But there are tears stinging in his eyes anyway, no matter how frantically he slaps and claws at his own face. A deep, sucking loss roars up in his guts, wrestling with the grim satisfaction, and he doesn’t understand, except when he does.

It’s the silencing of the voice that talks him through meditation, of the figures that knelt beside the vode when they wept for their dead, warriors that struggled at their sides with swords of light, both groups just trying to decide. It’s the coldness in not-Skywalker’s eyes, it’s small bodies, on Coruscant or Kamino, being piled up to burn like so much kindling.

And it’s more than that. Appo’s grieving for himself, for his brothers and sisters and siblings, because something was torn from them when they turned on the Jedi, some precious part of their minds, their souls. He can’t even remember what it was, but he can’t feel the absence tearing at him like a canker, biting deep enough he might start coughing blood.

“They were traitors,” he repeats to himself, they were traitors, but the words are flat and dry. There’s something wrong with him, he can feel it, and he can’t even call for help because he’s shaking so hard. He tries to say it again, to remind himself why this was necessary, good even, but the words get twisted in his throat and comes back as a strangled gasp:

“Come back.”

come back please please we’re sorry we didn’t mean to i don’t know i don’t know why he did this to us the war was over we were going to be okay we were going to be okay why can’t we be okay

They’re not coming back. Appo knows that, knows he and his vode did the job too well for that, but the need is burning him up inside, useless as it is, treasonous as it is, insane as it is. He has a job to do, a Republic to protect, but instead he’s immobilized by a pain he’s only felt when one of his batchers dies or after a particularly bloody campaign, only there’s no one here to talk him through it anymore, no one who can even try to help him.

He doesn’t scream, or cry, but his mouth opens silently as he leans forward, caught in a muted scream. Appo hugs himself hard enough to hurt, desperate to keep it all together, to make it all stop.

And that’s when he hears the door creak behind him.

Appo freezes, struggling to sit upright. Shit, he can’t let the others see him like this, can’t let them doubt his loyalty, can’t–can’t let them see what he sees, feel what it feels, realize what it’s like to have the galaxy crashing down behind you. He needs to get his shit together, look after the deserving who are still alive instead wringing his hands over the wicked dead.

But it’s not his brothers standing in the doorway. Hooded figures, yes, but he can catch the glimpse of a red beard and wrinkled green skin, and he knows. It’s as if they’ve answered his call, somehow, with that force ossik of theirs, pulling off an impossible miracle like they always do.

It’s relief that settles over Appo like a balm, even as nerves twitch and jerk him to his feet, hand flying to his blaster, mouth opening with a cry of warning. Because they’re here, the Jedi are still here, clones and Jedi saving each other’s shebs like they always do, and everything’s going to be all

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curlygirlybitchachos · 10 months

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Hello guys!

Okay so I started to embrioder some clone helmets, because I thought it would be funny (it's not, I can't feel my fingers) so I wanted to show you the ones I done with.

So these are the 501st boys. I'm currently working on Kix.

I wanted to ask for help, I already did other ones and planned others as well. I have around 30 men I guess? And I'm a little nervous about leaving someone out so, I will write it down who's helmet I have in mind, and if you have others in mind please write it down in the comments. It will help my work a lot.

So I have:

501st: Rex, Echo, Fives, Kix, Jesse, Hardcase, Tup, Dogma, Appo, 501st trooper helmet

212nd: Cody, Waxer, Boil

Omega Squad: Atin, Darman, Fi, Niner

Delta Squad: Boss, Sev, Scorch, Fixer

The Bad Batch: Hunter, Crosshair, Echo, Wrecker, Tech, Omega (one of her hat kinda thing)

Others: Fox, Mayday, Howzer, Shiny helmet, Gregor

I think that's all, so if you have others ideas please share with me. It will really help my work and hobby.

Thank you guys, and have a nice day! Love you 💕❤

#star wars #clone wars #embriodery #clone trooper helmets #commander cody #commander fox #501st battalion #clone trooper tup #clone trooper dogma #clone trooper kix #clone trooper jesse #clone trooper hardcase #clone trooper echo #clone trooper fives #commander appo

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anstarwar · 1 year

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Appo needs an Appa

Rex isn’t the only one who gets plushies from village kids on missions

#let him rest #appo and appa #commander appo #although he’s probably just sergeant appo here #my art #appa plushie #appa #the clone wars #avatar the last airbender

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mwolf0epsilon · 9 months

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#star wars #the clone wars #501st battalion #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #arc trooper jesse #clone trooper hardcase #clone trooper tup #clone trooper dogma #commander appo #clone pilot hawk #clone trooper nax #clone trooper attie #clone trooper denal #captain rex #eps polls #let the hunt begin :)

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sadiecoocoo · 4 days

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Anyone have any headcanons for who Rex’s batchmates are? I heavily hc that he was basically adopted by the commanders, but they weren’t his actual batch.

I kinda hc that he and Howzer were batch mates, but I’m also wondering if maybe he and Jesse were too? Maybe Kix? Maybe Appo? I mean it makes sense if most batch mates were put in the same battalions if they weren’t all high ranks that would need to be in different ones

#tcw #tcw headcanons #captain rex #captain howzer #clone medic kix #tcw jesse #commander appo #clones #star wars clone wars #could use this for a fic #I definitely hc that Jesse and Rex were batch mates

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frost7077 · 6 months

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The 501st

I finally managed to finish the digital version of my second 501st drawing.

I think it out turned out pretty good with the coloring as well.

#star wars #tcw #tcw fanart #ahsoka tano #captain rex #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #clone trooper kix #arc trooper jesse #clone trooper dogma #clone trooper tup #clone trooper hardcase #clone commander appo #the 501st #501st #501st legion #star wars design #the clone wars

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yukipri · 1 month

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The Prime Override - Chapter 70 is up!

Rex - The Prime Override, Knightfall Remix

It's here, it's time. Brace yourselves.

This Chapter: Rex gets Appo to tell him about what he and the 501st saw when the Override went live—the massacre of the Jedi Temple.

WARNINGS: SO MANY. HEED THEM. Graphic description of a massacre, including but not limited to the murders of children. Descriptions of traumatic events and their effects on the victims. Lots of temporary major and minor character death. All death is temporary/imagined. Any resemblance to real life events is coincidental/an inevitable result of the topic, and note that many fragments of this chapter were written two years ago.

This chapter is DARK, and it's also much longer than my usual chapters. We're ripping it all off at once like a bandaid, but PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

The emptiness where Appo should be vibrates—it feels scared. Not of Rex—for Rex. "You don't want to know what happened." "I might not," Rex agrees. "But I do know that whatever it is you experienced—I should have been there too." I am a part of the 501st, Rex doesn’t say, and wonders if Appo can hear. We bled together, cried together, laughed together. My blood is yours. Your pain is mine. Let me be a part of you again.

> > Read Ch 70 on AO3

Want to read ahead? Read early access chapters on my Patreon!

> Ch 71

#ThePrimeOverride #YukiPri writes #fic #AO3 #Captain Rex #Commander Appo #501st legion #clone troopers #jango fett #READ THE WARNINGS YE ARE WARNED #the fic has been bumped to M rating for this chapter

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milkmanviii · 9 months

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A clone trooper dice set I made with some clones from the 501st legion. I carved the helmets from plaster first and then made a mould to make more. I then painted them with acrylic paint and set them into dice.

I’m still yet to learn how to reliably not sand the numbers off the D20 but I did learn to carve some of the numbers back in and pretend it never happened so…

I also probably should use blanks for stuff like this because I definitely sanded into some of these.

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aldrendaux · 6 months

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Chapters: 16/16 Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-5052 | Bly & Aayla Secura, Plo Koon & CC-3636 | Wolffe Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-1010 | Fox, Anakin Skywalker, Aayla Secura, CC-5052 | Bly, Plo Koon, CC-3636 | Wolffe, Shaak Ti, CC-5869 | Stone, CT-7567 | Rex, Ahsoka Tano, CC-1119 | Appo, Padmé Amidala, Original Female Character(s), Sinker (Star Wars), Kal Skirata, Cal Kestis, Jaro Tapal Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Divergence - Order 66, Fix-It, Protectiveness, Humor, Fluff, Happy Ending Series: Part 2 of Change Order 66 Summary:

To remove or destroy all the biochips is complicated. To edit Order 66, though? Well, it's just a few lines of code. A few different words can change history.

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itzshrike · 30 days

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So like…did we ever figure out what dogmas tattoo was supposed to mean? I mean I don’t think the creators and designers would spend all that time making a character for a specific arc only to end up smacking a random v on their face. Like what does it mean? Is it symbolic?

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nchlsdmn · 6 days

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Hello there! After Star Wars The Clone Wars, the 501st joined Darth Vader to execute Order 66, but once he returned from the Duel of the Fates, the clones no longer recognized him as Anakin Skywalker.

#the clone wars #star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars revenge of the site #revenge of the site #501st #darth vader #vader's fist #captain rex #commander appo #alpha-17 #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #order 66 #anakin skywalker #Youtube

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saggitary · 1 year

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Order 69

I want a fic about the clone wars where everything is the same, except the Kaminoans had a small miscommunication and told Palpatine the Jedi kill order was Order 69 instead of Order 66. Instead of trying to kill their Jedi COs, the clone are now trying to seduce them and sleep with them.

Fun little musings for a few legions if you would like

212th

“The time has come Commander. Execute Order 69.”

“It will be done my lord.” Cody slips his helmet off. “Hey General.”

Obi-Wan looks around in confusion as Careless Whisper begins to play from an unknown source

The rest of the battalion watch as Cody quite literally sweeps their Jedi General off his feet and carry him back into the base

None of them have seen Kenobi that red in the face

“Do we need to... do anything? About the order I mean?” A shiny asks

“I think the Commander has it covered.” Boil responds

327th

“Execute order 69″

“Kriffing finally” Bly responds before shutting off his com

Palpatine stares at the dark com device for a few moments. That was unexpected

The Separatists are cleaned out in record time on Felucia, almost entirely by Commander Bly himself

Aayla didn’t think she had every seen her commander so driven by anything, it truly was impressive

No one sees Bly or their General for a long time when they finally get back to camp

104th

Plo Koon is not with the 104th when the order goes out

He is also in a star fighter and by the time he gets back to the ground the battalion he is with is panicking because Plo Koon isn’t their regular General and Wolffe would kill them

By the time Plo returns to his men the issue has been resolved

157th (Billaba’s Legion)

“Execute order 69″

Grey put away his com device before walking towards his general where she was currently talking to Caleb and Clone Force 99

“Well shall we let them do what they-oh!”

Grey wrapped an arm around Depa’s waist and dropped her into a dip before kissing her

Caleb and the whole of Clone Force 99 stared at the two making out infront of them with either horror or confusion

Echo clapped his hand over Caleb’s eyes

“I can still sense it”

“Sorry kid”

332nd

Ahsoka was very confused, one minute Rex was looking more panicked than she had ever seen him, now…

Now he had calmed down considerably and had begun... flirting with her?

She was very weirded out because it definitely sounded like flirting, why her brother was flirting with her was beyond her

Then Jesse, ever the womanizer, had strutted into the com bay and she had been truly disturbed

As soon as she could she escaped her weird brothers and went to look up the file Rex had said, one about Fives

She called both Rex and Jesse to her location and prompt whacked them both on the head before getting their chips out

Both were extremely horrified that they had tried to flirt with their sister and apologized a lot

Now that Ahsoka knew what was happening she found it really kriffing funny

They quickly spread the word about the chips to the rest of the GAR

501st

As soon as Anakin, freshly fallen to the dark side, marched into the hangar where his men were waiting he felt like something was different

He led his COs to the com table to go over their strategy to attack the temple and to cover all entrances

Appo siddled close, leaning forward to trap Vader against the com table with both his arms

Vader’s mind short circuited and lets just say that the march on the jedi temple did not happen

Morning After

Cody wakes up with Obi-Wan sleeping on his chest and his com blinking at him from the side of the cot

What the kriff did Rex mean by control chips?

#the clone wars #I think it is important for you to know that I was derangly cackling to myself as I wrote this while listening to Careless Whisper #The idea that there was an order on the chips to fuck the jedi #it gives me a few extra years of life #also Rexsoka shippers dni #they are siblings your honor #Anakin is a disaster and I stand by that #do you blame him #Jango Fett and every single on of his clones are smexy #Lets be honest #Depa and Grey are Caleb's parents #Fives his punching the air in the afterlife #I DIED FOR THIS?#Appo saved the entire temple #we thank you for your service sir #the jedi might have to rethink the whole attachment thing after this #many of their members did not put up a fight against their men #commander cody #Obi-Wan Kenobi #codywan #commander bly #aayla secura #plo koon #Commander Wolffe #depa billaba #captain grey #Ahsoka Tano #captain rex #ARC trooper Jesse #sag’s stuff

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