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calltomuster · 2 years

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Disabilities exist in Star Wars. Period.

This post is dedicated to certain specific people who say they are not be able to reconcile service animals in Star Wars, especially Jedi, since the Force and technology exist. These people seemingly have never seen Star Wars, where disabilities not only exist but feature prominently in many cases — yes, even in Jedi. So let us prove them definitively wrong here.

From the very beginning, disabilities have existed in Star Wars. In fact, one could argue a feature of a disability is one of the most iconic things about Star Wars. Even people who aren't Star Wars fans, or who haven't seen the movies at all, know the sound of Darth Vader's breathing. Darth Vader -- Anakin Skywalker -- is unable to breathe on his own and needs to be constantly hooked up to a life-support system simply to stay alive. This in itself is an answer to the argument that the Force compensates for everything. Perhaps you might want to say it is the Force that lets him stay alive beyond what would kill someone else, but still it cannot take the place of functional lungs, or grow back missing limbs, etc. Anakin Skywalker is one of the most powerful Force-sensitives to have ever lived, and yet he can still be disabled and need assistance. (Also, because sometimes I see people making the argument that because of all the pain that Anakin is in, he should be forgiven for his actions, let me say this: Anakin Skywalker can be disabled and still be villainous and make choices that hurt untold billions of people. Being disabled does not absolve you of your bad decisions. Disabled people are people too, and all people make choices and that is what determines the kind of person they are. But that's another post.)

Another example of the Force not compensating for everything is Yoda. We see Yoda using mobility aids multiple times throughout the OT and the PT, from a cane to a hoverchair. He is known as one of the wisest and most powerful Jedi ever, and yet he still uses mobility aids. "Yeah, well," you say, "he still fights with his lightsaber and does all those flips, so that doesn't count." This is the same stupid argument that people make against ambulatory wheelchair users. Needing to use a mobility aid does not mean you need to use it all the time. Total paralysis is not the only thing that makes people need to use wheelchairs or similar mobility aids. Often, people are technically capable of walking or moving around or even fighting and doing backflips in Yoda’s case, but the amount of pain and decreased function that such actions would cause are not worth it except for short amounts of time or in dire circumstances. This does not make them less disabled, or mean that they are faking it.

“Must be a Jedi thing,” you say. What about Chirrut Îmwe or Kanan Jarrus, who are both blind (or become so). The Force does not give them their sight back (aside from a certain final scene in Rebels). “It’s only for Force-sensitives, then,” you try next. Try looking at Saw Gerrera, who needs oxygen assistance and wears a pressurized suit over his body. Or how about 99, a disabled clone who helps in brothers and is commended as “a true soldier” upon his death? The clones are excellent examples, for that matter. Wolffe is missing an eye, Gregor has a traumatic brain injury, Echo uses extensive cybernetics to function, among many others.

Maybe still you want to argue that sure, someone might have a limb chopped off or whatever, but technology has come so far in Star Wars that they're not really disabled. Hear me now when I say: having accommodations that help you function in everyday life does not erase a disability. Go back and read that a few times if you need to, because it’s important.

Now, to be clear, I’m not at all saying Star Wars always has amazing disability representation. I know that’s not the case in many, many regards, and I will link below references that discuss it in more detail. But to say that something like a service animal does not belong in Star Wars is, frankly, extremely idiotic and ableist and ignores the long history of disability in the GFFA. Disabled people have always existed in Star Wars and other sci-fi/fantasy media and they always will.

Further reading and other perspectives:

Disability in Star Wars

Blind Warriors, Supercrips, and Techno-Marvels: Challenging Depictions of Disability in Star Wars

How Star Wars: The Bad Batch delivers the disability representation the franchise needed

Twisted and Evil: Ableism in Star Wars

This post was written largely in response to a comment left on a fic in the Service Animal Boga AU, so if you would like to read fics about disabled Obi-Wan with a service animal, please consider supporting us there. :)

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tending-the-hearth · 1 month

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god but if echo was part of this episode and he realized that it was ventress??? echo, who held 99 as he died on kamino?? echo, who was on kamino as ventress led the invasion?? echo, who saw the destruction firsthand??

sure, crosshair, hunter, and wrecker were suspicious and unwilling at first, but echo would have been adamant on not trusting or working with ventress, because the batch has read about what she's done, but echo's seen it. he's lost brothers to what she did. he'd be furious.

#AND FOR GOOD REASON #it's like the separatist episode again #echo doesn't get screentime bc they don't want to tackle his trauma #listen ik ventress is a morally grey character and I LOVE HER SO MUCH DON'T GET ME WRONG #but watching the episode made me think abt how echo's trauma is (again) so untouched #and he would have so many emotions #about working with the person who indirectly caused 99's death #so yeah <3 #the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #arc trooper echo #clone trooper 99 #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #assaj ventress

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lifeofclonewars · 4 months

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Star Wars as Quotes I've Overheard This Semester

I'm back home and had some free time for the first time in 4 months lol. Quotes come from anyone willing to say anything near me on campus, lol Enjoy.

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imarvelatthestars · 8 months

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Wild, Uncharted Waters

Pairings: 99 x ex-Jedi f!Reader, ft. the Domino twins & Rex

Warnings: description of battle scenes and character deaths, bittersweet ending; I didn't rewatch the episode, so I'm sure the scenes from the Battle are a little off.

Notes: title taken from the song of the same name on 'The Little Mermaid' soundtrack

Beautiful things are not allowed on Kamino. The food is dull and bland and taste more like paste than anything remotely edible. The weather is gloomy and aggressive more often than it is pleasant. The bounty hunters and various Mandalorians that have come to train the other clones are stern and stony faced, few of them care for the lives beneath them and even the ones that do care care very little. 99 does not expect beauty in his life, but that doesn't keep him from searching for it.

He sees it in his brothers every day - they never stop fighting, never give up. They're strong in heart and mind, as well as body, stronger than he's ever been. They're brave and brilliant and deadly. He wonders what it would be like to be that beautiful.

He sees it in the Jedi that come to visit, especially in Shaak Ti. She is a magnificent woman. 99 sees a wisdom in her that goes beyond anything he's ever experienced, he sees compassion and grace and power that could outmatch even the best bounty hunter, even the best clone. He wonders if anything could ever be as beautiful as she is.

And then he sees you. It's completely by chance. Civilians aren't usually allowed on Kamino, but you are and that fascinates him. He wants to know why and no one ever notices him anyway, not even the other brothers, so it's not hard to follow after you and your party and, well, snoop.

The Jedi are concerned about morale, they worry about the mental health of their troops in the face of so much violence and death. The Kaminoans aren't keen on outsiders interfering with their projects, but you and the Jedi both refuse to budge - the men need support and you're here to give it to them.

The only other humans he's seen are his brothers, not even the human Mandalorians show him their faces. But you - you're different. Your stature, your voice, your clothes, everything is so unlike the things that have shaped his reality. The only thing he finds even remotely similar is your eyes because they burn as brilliantly and impassionedly as every other clone's does.

99 wonders if anything could ever be as beautiful as you.

It's a blessing and a curse that the clones like you.

They don’t trust easily, you’d been told. They don’t like outsiders. They’re not like us. Be careful.

The commandos are the ones that fit that mold more than the rest, although there are a few that offer glimpses of something soft and gentle beneath their helmets. Like Darman and Scorch. Even with Niner and Fixer, you pick up on moments where you see how brilliantly they’d shine if they were anywhere else, if they could find themselves beyond the confines of being a killing machine.

But the other clones are relatively friendly and eager to talk with your staff. Some open up right away – Waxer comes to mind, Tup, Fives, and Echo, too, as well as many of the cadets. Others are more difficult, like Commander Wolffe and the men that make up his higher ranking officers. They’d apparently been through hell early in the war and lost too many brothers to count. They would need time. But they also had Master Plo on their side, so in a way they were better off than many other troopers.

The blessings come in knowing that you’re helping these men through their trauma. The curse comes in the pain their trauma comes drenched in. It rolls off of them in waves, pulsates through the Force until it hits you so strongly that it threatens to knock your feet out from under you. Their pain becomes yours – the blaster bolts whizzing past their heads, the gut-wrenching loss of every brother on the battlefield, the cruel words their trainers spit at them and the careless manner in which the Kaminoans regard them. And the pain burns. It fills your lungs like molten lava, lights your every nerve on fire until you can no longer see anything but the spotting edges of your blackened vision and you’re forced to confine yourself to your quarters and meditate the rage away.

This is why you left the Order in the first place. This is why you never received a Master. Your anger has always terrified you, your natural rage in the light of injustice has always threatened to overwhelm you. Seeing the injustice on Kamino is no different. You feel as if you’ll drown in your emotions. And it triggers every other negative emotion you’ve ever felt.

Her emotions control her, she does not control them. You can still hear Master Windu’s voice. You’d always admired him, always wondered if you could be good enough to be his Padawan one day. Impassioned, she is. Dangerous, these feelings. The Dark Side, I sense in her. It still stings, even half a decade later, to remember Master Yoda’s decision. We can’t. It goes against the Code. The fellow youngling you’d fallen in love with all those years ago. The guilt and betrayal you’d felt in your gut after being turned down. The disgust you’d felt with yourself for wanting to give in to your basest desires, your most human desires. Difficult, it will be. Easy, your path is not. The last piece of advice the Jedi had ever given you before you left for the Service Corps.

It all added up to one awful conclusion: you are not good enough and you will never measure up.

Your mind threatens to drag you to a dark place, you can sense the oncoming panic attack through the Force. And you’re too tired to fight it. You open yourself up to it when a sudden clattering of sharp, metallic sounds pierces through your withdrawal and you come blinking back into the present moment.

Your room is unlit, but there’s someone else in there with you. Not a danger, that much you can tell. Whoever it is, they seem panicked and… embarrassed?

“-rry. I’m so sorry, ma’am.” The distinct voice of a clone comes from the general direction of the pile of cleaning equipment on the floor. Strewn about in the open doorway. “My apologies.”

You’re quick to offer the clone a hand and pull him out of the rubbish, although you can’t make out any distinguishing features with how dark it still is. The light from the hall shows you that he’s shaved his head, but nothing else.

“Are you alright?”

He nods and starts picking up his things almost immediately. “Y-Yes, ma’am. I’m so sorry t’ disturb you. You and your friends are usually gone this time of day and-“

“It’s alright, trooper. I’m not upset.” You swipe away the remainder of your tears under the guise of itching your undereye. “Just taking a bit of a break. I think I overworked myself today.”

You half expect him to laugh at you. Compared to his job, yours looks like a piece of cake. Sitting around and listening to other people’s problems? Try getting shot at, civvie. But he doesn’t. In fact, he smiles so intensely that you can feel it in the Force.

“I’ll get goin’, then,” he rumbles with a quick pat on your hand. “Leave you to it.”

“You don’t have to,” you say before you can even think better about it. You’re not sure where the sudden desire for company comes from, but this clone’s presence is soothing. He feels kind. “You can stay. If you have work you need to do? I won’t get in your way.”

He considers this for a moment and you can sense his apprehension, but whatever it is giving him pause must be trivial because then he nods and agrees to stay. He moves awkwardly to the light panel on the wall, like he's limping, and it strikes you that his silhouette is distorted in the dark. Almost as if-

It takes you by surprise at first and you know it's plain on your face, but once you get over your shock, you offer the clone a full smile. He's nearly half a head shorter than the rest of his brothers, his skin unusually pale and blotchy, and his shoulders and back are severely misshapen. But the kindness you had sensed in him shines through in its fullness on his face, in his eyes. It nearly bows you over, like all the pain and trauma you pick up on from the other clones, but this time it's bright and carefree like a wave on a summer shore.

You stick your hand out and give your name. It's an offering and an apology.

His palm is clammy in yours, but his hands are large and broad. "I'm 99."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, 99."

And just like that, a small part of the darkness lurking in the depths of your mind dispels in his light. He's not like any man you've ever met.

Things come easy with 99. He makes you smile until your cheeks hurt and laugh until you're lightheaded. He shares his thoughts on all kind of things, the war, the Jedi, his brothers, the destiny he feels he missed out on by being born different. And you open up easily with him, as if he were the one sent to Kamino to ease your despair and not the other way around. You tell him about your early years in the Temple, the trials you failed and the Knight you longed to become, the anger and the love that overflowed from within you, holding you back. You find a kindred spirit. You hope he has too.

He works hard. Too hard. The Kaminoans don't treat him as well as they should, but then again, they don't treat any of the clones how they should. He's an outcast even among his brothers and there are few who pay him any attention. It would normally send you into a rage and a lot of the times it does, but there are moments where it doesn't. Like now. When he steals you away from your very serious job and your very serious co-workers to a secret spot in Tipoca City. He's only able to do this because he's so overlooked, but he doesn't let either of you dwell on it.

"Nobody else knows about this," he explains as he coaxes you down the rusted old tunnel leading from the inner city to the exterior. "I found it while I was cleaning one day."

"What... is it?"

"It's an old service hatch, mostly for external repairs, but no one uses it anymore."

You squeeze his hand. "Except you?"

He grins, and it makes your heart feel fuzzy. "Well, only sometimes. It's just up here, c'mon."

The hatch opens up to a small platform near the top of one of the highest levels in the city, no bigger than the space needed for a couple of workers. The air is cool and crisp and salty, but it's drier than the planet's been since you arrived due to Kamino experiencing its one sunny day of the year. Normally you'd consider an excursion like this too dangerous with the rain pouring down on the durasteel. Today, though, it's warm and only a little damp in the corners.

"What do you think? It's beautiful, isn't it?"

You can see everything in all directions up here. Not that there's much to see, it's all water, but he's right. With the sunshine filtering through the cloud cover and the wind whipping the sea into waves of sea foam, and with 99's face turned toward the sky, his eyes alight and sparkling, it is beautiful.

"How many of your brothers know about this? I'm surprised they haven't left any graffiti behind."

99 looks confused. "I've never told them. You're the first." And you choose not to read into the sudden flush in his cheeks.

"That's..." That's incredibly sweet of him, to trust you enough to share his best kept secret. "Thank you."

"It's nothing," he shrugs.

"No." Your hand finds his. "Thank you, 99. For sharing this with me. I'm honored."

"Oh, no. No, I should be the one who's honored. I don't deserve a friend like you."

Is he crazy? Of course he does! He deserves more than you could ever give him. "Don't say that," you urge as you turn so you're facing him properly. "You're the best person I know. I love-." The sentence sticks in your throat for some reason, though you're not entirely sure why. Like the thing you want to say isn't what your heart wants to say. But that's silly. "I love being your friend. And I love this. It's beautiful."

You're beautiful, you think when the sun hits his eyes just right. But that's not usually a thing that friends say, so you hold it in your heart instead. You wonder if anyone else could ever be as beautiful as him.

Unfortunately for you, you hear 501st trooper Fives before you see him. "Hey, there's my favorite civvie!" His mess kit goes clattering on the table with a raucous, metallic sound that hurts your ears, and then he's dropping heavy into the seat beside you. "You haven't been trying t' avoid me, have you?"

"Can you blame her?" Echo sits across from his brother with a sigh and a sympathetic glance turned your way.

You stifle a snort. "Hello to you too, Fives. Please, make yourself comfortable."

"Yeah, yeah, hello, all that nice crap. I saw you."

You and Echo exchange a look. "I see you too. Glad we have that covered."

But he shakes his hands as he frowns. "No no no. Yesterday. With 99," he adds with a sly little grin and a wink. "You've been holding out on me. I didn't know you liked the quiet ones."

It's a wonder he can't hear your kriffing heartbeat with how flustered you suddenly feel. Just what is he implying? How could he even think that you and 99...?

"We're just friends."

"Right, and my name's General Skywalker."

Fives is an idiot. He's always stirring up trouble, getting into things he shouldn't, cracking jokes and playing pranks. It stands to reason that this is just another one of his pranks. He's just trying to get a rise out of you since you're usually so professional, just teasing you because he can. But then why would he pick on 99, of all his brothers? How could he know how you really feel?

And that's the thought that terrifies you the moment you think it. Because you hadn't realized you felt any way about 99, let alone in the sort of way Fives is implying. It had just never occurred to you. He never showed any interest and you just wanted a friend, and it's not like you were looking for romance- not that you're feeling romance of any kind! Because you're not. 99 is your friend. He makes you laugh. He shines his light into your darkest shadows. He's strong and kind and so, so gentle. And... and...

You shove your elbow into the trooper's ribcage, knowing it won't do any damage but hoping he'll get the point. "Shut up, Fives."

He's grinning like a loth cat that got the cream. "I'm right, aren't I?" he hums with wiggling eyebrows.

"I'm feeding you to a bantha first chance I get."

He kicks Echo under the table. "Yeah. I'm always right when it comes to these things, eh vod?"

Echo hides his grin behind his fork. "Oh, shut up, Fives."

Kamino is the same as it always is the day of the attack. You're looking through your schedule to double check the list of troopers on your roster (and perhaps to ensure that you can still sneak away to visit 99 around lunch) when the entire city shakes. Earthquake is your first thought - that is, until you look out your window and see the waves crashing into the base of the city and you remember where you are. Then come the ripples in the Force.

Something is coming, something dark.

The rest is a blur. You're aware of more ripples, Jedi this time and the clones under their command, but you're also aware of all the death. It's everywhere. It's in the skies above and in the entire city, rocking the very foundations until you're half convinced it's going to fall into the ocean.

For a moment, you forget yourself and reach for your lightsaber, only to remember that it lies in the Jedi vaults. No matter. You can still help. You grab a blaster and a med pack, even though you're only marginally trained to use both, and you run where your gut tells you to go.

It's chaos. Droids and blaster fire and rain in your eyes, men screaming as they die with holes in their chests, every now and then the flash of a saber. It's war. You've sensed it in the words and whispers of memories drifting to you in the Force, but now you're living it and it's awful. You're paralyzed by the horror. A trooper shouts something in your direction just before an explosion knocks you off your feet.

Everything is both muted and strikingly louder than before. There's a ringing in your ears and your teeth hurt. The ocean is above you and the sky is below, there is nothing but the wind on your face and shrapnel in your legs. And then there is everything. The war comes rushing back. You land on hard duracrete, air pushed from your lungs and head spinning, and you can feel the lives around you flickering in and out as they're shot down.

This isn't right. None of this is right. You should be in your office with one of the troopers, maybe the one right in front of you, the one with the smoking blaster hole in his visor. You should be looking at your chrono double, triple checking how many hours you have until 99 takes you to another secret place he's carved out of Tipoca City's unforgiving walls.

99. Your stomach drops. Where's 99?

They say that a human can do incredible things under the influence of an adrenaline rush. A mother can lift an entire speeder to save her child, a soldier can endure endless kliks of physical labor and exhaustion to reach his target. A never-was Jedi can pull herself to her feet, bleeding and bruised, and cover the length of a city in half the usual time without feeling any of the durasteel embedded in her shins.

The Force, on the other hand, can do things just as incredible. It can overwhelm and overload, it can bring peace and healing, it can trigger anger and fear. It can zero in on a single heartbeat, a single signature, and it can track that heartbeat through a battlefield. It can give strength to the one who wields it, however unknowingly, a clarity so often chased after but never achieved.

You find that clarity in 99. In his smile, his voice, the terrible jokes he cracks and the way he hums to himself when he thinks he's alone. In the hideaways and the secret moments, the trading of sweets in the janitorial closet and the latest news reports from Coruscant in the mess hall. In the way he says your name. In the way that he's so beautiful and he doesn't even realize it. His heart. His heart is so...

It's choking. The heartbeat you're tracking, it's wrong. Something's wrong.

No. No no no no no, not 99.

The clarity of finding your purpose is replaced with the fog of rage. You can hardly see. Battle droids shoot at you, only to be crushed into distorted balls of metal. The city rumbles under your feet, you push yourself to run even faster. Clones are dying all around you. You only care about one.

The room you find yourself in is full of blaster smoke and lit solely in shades of red. A handful of cadets are scattered throughout, shadowed by their older brothers in their full armor, defeated droids at their feet. All you see is the body on the floor. The gangly limbs, the twisted spine, the man you...

Someone is calling your name, but you don't hear it. You can only hear your heartbeat and the blood thundering through your veins. You're on the ground, ripping bacta patches out of your pack and tearing them open with your teeth.

"Stay with me, 99. Stay with me."

Maker, his back is all singed. Droids can't feel pain, but in this moment you wish more than anything that they could. You'd bring them back to life and kill them all over again. You see red, and you're not sure if it's the emergency lighting or your hatred.

His shirt rips apart under your fingers as you poke and prod at his skin. The bacta's on but it's not working, you can feel it not working. Why isn't it working? You reach out through the Force, desperate, blind, crying, hoping.

His body is still warm. That's a good sign, right? But there's no life inside it. It's just an empty shell. Like the thing that's been living within it went out for a walk, it'll be back soon. Just a quick walk to enjoy the sunshine. That's all.

His spinal cord is severed. The Force doesn't tell you in words so much as it transfers this information into understanding. He can hear you, but he can't speak and he can't move. His lungs aren't working right. He's already got one foot in his grave. He's almost gone.

"I'm here," you say, but the voice doesn't sound like you. "Hold on, 99. Please. Just hold on, I..."

I can't lose you.

He's fading.

I just got to know you.

He's gone already.

I don't want to live this life without you.

You bow your head so your forehead touches his ear and your tears drip onto his face. "I love you."

It can't end like this. How can it end like this? How could the gentlest man in the universe deserve a death like this?

He died with honor, says the nothingness in your head. He died how he lived - in service of his brothers. Let him go.

You shake your head. "No."

"Hey." This voice is real, as real as the hand that settles on your shoulder. "He's gone, civvie."

"We lost a true soldier," says another voice. "He really was one of us," says another, but it's all so wrong. They speak with his voice and yet they're not him. His lungs draw no breath. His body remains still. "I can't believe he's dead."

There is no death, there is the Force.

You can't remember the last time you recited the Code. It's been years by now, years of agonizing over mistakes made and could-have-beens, years of wishing for things you will never have and things you have lost. Years of mourning and bitterness and fond recollection.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

He calmed the storm that raged inside your head the first night you met. He saved you from yourself without even knowing it.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

You remember the day on the top of the city, the day the sun shone and 99 smiled and you thought he was beautiful.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

You love him. You've always loved him. And you were always meant to come here. This was the way all along.

Something stirs in your fingertips.

There is no death, there is the Force.

You aren't letting him go, not so easily, not like this.

There is no death, there is the Force.

What soul you have is broken and weary, but it is determined. It reaches out into the space beyond space, into the void between atoms, between you and 99, between you and the universe. It tangles its tendrils around the fragile body in your arms, binds you together, binds you to the Force.

There is no death, there is only the Force.

Come back to me, you plead. Come back, 99.

It's quiet in the Force. Peaceful.

There is no death.

You can almost feel him. Drifting in the ether, content, asleep. He's so close.

There is only the Force.

"99." There are no words in the Force, but the idea is the same. You speak and he hears you. "Take my hand."

There aren't hands in the Force, either. Same general idea.

"Where are we going?" he asks, but his 'eyes' are closed. He's 'smiling'. You sense it.

"Home."

"I like it here," he says after a minute. "It's quiet. Can we stay for a while?"

You're crying. "You'll die."

"That's alright. I did my duty, didn't I? The boys. How are the boys? Did they make it out alive?"

"They're alive, 99," you sob, "but you're dead. Please. Please, just come back with me. I love you!"

He touches your face and warmth blossoms in your cheek, spreading quickly throughout your body until you've been warmed from head to toe. "Oh," he sighs so happily. "I love you, too. I'm glad I get to say it."

"You're saying goodbye. Don't say goodbye."

"You're beautiful, you know. I always thought so. As beautiful as the sunrise."

"So are you."

99 doesn't come back with you. His body is cold when you return to yourself. Fives is there to hold you, frozen though you are with shock, while Echo puts it upon himself to care for the body. The red lights have switched off and the room is a cool blue again. Everything hurts.

"We'll take whatever help we can get," says Rex, "but are you sure?"

You nod once. "I'm sure."

"You don't have to do this for him, you know."

"I'm not. This is what's right, you and I both know it." A flicker of icy blue-white catches your eye as you smile. "But honoring his memory is a nice bonus."

Rex nods in understanding. His eyes are heavier now, wearier and they crease easier. The war has not been kind to him, not even now that it's officially over.

"I'll go tell Echo. Thank you."

He clasps a hand on your shoulder before leaving. You turn to the figure shimmering into view on your right and smile. The figure smiles back, all lopsided and toothy. It's your favorite smile in the galaxy.

"I told you I'd find him. You owe me 10 credits."

99 just laughs as he settles on one of the nearby crates, his feet dangling over the floor. "I don't have any money."

You tsk. "What sort of date are you? You planning on paying me back?"

He pretends to think about it. "One day. A long time from now."

Your heart twinges. It always does with him. The pain of his death has lessened with time and with his memory, but it still stings when you recall just how far you still have to go to be with him again. It'll be alright, though. You're fighting for his brothers, just like he did, fighting injustice in the galaxy like you always wanted to.

"I look forward to it."

It's a long wait, but it's worth it.

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roseaesynstylae · 1 month

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I am beginning to push the “99 is one of the Alphas” agenda. Currently, I’m imagining him and Alpha-17 being close. He helped treat his brother’s scars after he was tortured by Ventress. He also has the distinction of being one of the extremely few people Alpha will be vulnerable around.

#star wars #99 #clone trooper 99 #alpha 17

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somestorythoughts · 9 months

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#these two #this scene hits hard #clone trooper hevy #clone trooper 99 #screenshots #clone wars #star wars

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star-wars-tournament · 11 months

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Bracket 2, round 2, poll 6:

#star wars #star wars characters tournament #bracket 2 #bracket 2 round 2 #poll #padmé amidala #clone trooper 99 #the phantom menace #attack of the clones #revenge of the sith #the clone wars

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iamda05 · 9 months

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In my opinion echo getting bullied even though he was the nicest and smartest domino is the saddest part of that arc and not 99s death HE EVENT GETS BULLIED IN THE BAD BATCH SHOW

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warsamongthestars · 5 days

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BAD BATCH (CHARACTERS) + ECHO HEADCANONS-- WITH STORIED BITS!

Because I was inspired by tags, why not a round of BB HCs?

Not TBB, just BBs. The characters, and I'm coming out the Clone Wars primarily, with only bits taken from TBB. ( Like a good fanfic, Let's steal back the small good things )

I know, I analyze--so let's see how far I can stretch it, yeah?

Today we are HCing...

99 AND THE 99 PROJECT

THE BAD BATCH'S MUTATIONS (Thus their abilities)

DOMINO SQUAD

( I would label it as Mature (Because I have a general idea of labelling), but Tumblr decided to be fucking hilarious about it--so I'm going ask you to be Mature. There's nothing explicit here, its about as snarky as a Discworld novel. So Guess that means its Teens and Up, PG-13, or whatever. )

99 INSPIRED THE 99's PROJECT

"Old man 99!? THE JANITOR FROM KAMINO!?"

Whether 99 was an alphagen or a first-gen, the idea here is based on small TCWs comments. Stuff about "Growth" tubes.

Its probably in the capitalist-eugenics aliens' (kaminonians) interest to skip the uncomfortable bits in natural human growth. After all the uncomfortable bits of human growth aren't Profitable.

So, have an age to load a clone into a growth tube, and just, rapidly grow them until they're the stage you want (to be profitable). This means skipping teenage years. It means skipping the small childhood years.

So, given that 99 is mature and capable, he was likely loaded into a growth tube about where his "teen years" would start... and it went horribly wrong. Aging him by decades instead of a few years.

And the 99 project, would be Nala Se's little project, to find out why it went so wrong--and then to fix it for future clones. Because after all, you can't have an army of old men.

And judging by the fact that 99 is the only Old Man Clone we've seen in TCWs, I imagine the project worked as intended--and like any greedy eugenic science-capitalist, Nala Se decided:

"Y'know, I could do something more with this. I could find the most common 'bugs' in our clone genome, and I could stretch them, and modify them, and make benefits out of these flaws."

And the 99s were created

ADDENDUM - on Growth Tubes

Growth Tubes would only be successful if the human brain was stimulated rapidly as the body grew, or you risk compromising the human brain. Its a very delicate organ and rapid growth would be very bad. So flash-training, basically rapidly dumping organized information and sensory input, would occur over the course of the rapid-growth. This is to ensure you have a nice healthy human brain afterwards. There are clones who did end up with a "leaky growth tube" (rumors about Hardcase), where the only issue hat ended up happening is a deficit in attention spans and impulsiveness.

What's significant about First-Gen clones, is that they mostly went the old fashioned way of growing--as in slow (but accelerated) growing. After First-Gen, Kaminonians decided: "No, this is not fast enough... and its too stressful, Teenage clones complaining about growing pains and having attitudes--its just too much. What do they think this is, a Human Domicile?"

Fast-Tracked clones are those who ended up in a growth tube the majority of their time, and even then, skipped steps once they were out. Domino Squad, being fast-tracked, maintained the "attitude" flaws characteristic of those who didn't spend a whole lotta time working with brothers out of the tube.

This is also why all "standard" clones look older than their early twenties. Many were grown out, biologically hitting the fast-forward on growing years to be fully grown. Chronologically, they are official "10". They only have 10 years of life, by the start of the war. Accelerated Aging measurement? 20. Because they are made to age twice as fast a normal humans. Biologically? Mid-20 to early 30s. It helps the resemblance to their prime, and avoids any possibilities of "late growth spurts". Luckily, clones are made to stay in their prime far longer than a normal human.

2. THE MUTATIONS OF THE BAD BATCH "They're non-standard but with abilities not seen in even normal humans."

The problem with finding a 'flaw' in a genome is that you have to ask...

a). Who is saying there is a Flaw? Are they someone you want saying that there is a flaw?

b). Why is it a flaw? ... But is it really?

c). what are they going to do to "remedy" the "flaw"? Is it an actual remedy, or are they just saying it is.

And being capitalist-eugenic scientists, who study the science of profiting from genes and geneing from profits, certain "flaws" are going to be the non-profitable kind.

They probably think its a terrible terrible sin, that the human genome is not naturally made to make capital.

But through this list of Flaws, Nala Se decided--"we can gene splice can't we? Yes, why shouldn't I gene splice. I can make much better clones through splicing."

After all, if you're going to make money from genes, in order to do more geneing, adding more Genes should surely add more Money.

FOR WRECKER...

(Shift from "canon"--for thematic reasons, this Wrecker is 9901)

Kaminonians are baffled by how strong and yet delicate humans are. They can lift 300 pounds, and yet can still get crushed to death by 300 pounds.

Its ridiculous, really.

So Nala Se took notes and samples from the beauty and gracefulness that is the Rancor.

And for her designated 9901, gave him near instantaneously recovering muscle, that could lift 3x the normal 300 pounds of health humans, and indestructible bones.

Why if an explosion were to hit 9901's face head on fro the left side--it would not, in fact, pulverize his skull or any the soft tissues the skull protects. The eye would absolutely be kriffed though.

Sure, the increased metabolism might be a bit too grand for the rations...

But the Kaminonians were assured--they are specially crafted rations, and the clone will just have to adapt. Humans can just, not be hungry after all, why it takes a month for an average human to starve! If the clone complains, well he is getting fed so he wont' starve. It's a bargain, after all. He's lucky the Kaminonians are even bothering.

FOR HUNTER...

( Shift from "canon"--for thematic reasons, Hunter is now 9903 )

The various pores of the human face always seemed to... leak to the Kaminoinans. Why do humans have to do so much leaking? Ought to make all those "face pores" that do their "poring", do actual useful work for once.

So for 9903, he got an ampullae. Plenty of the predators on the planet of Kamino had ampullae, and they seem to get along just fine.

Because of the odd small organ network that encompassed his face and down his neck, connecting various natural human senses such as scent, taste, sight, and hearing, 9903 proved to be passively sensitive towards electromagnetic fields. He would always know where North is on a planet. He would always know where he was at, and what was around him.

Why, the Kaminonians though, that would be PERFECT for droids! Droids have electric-magnetic fields!

... The unfortunate fact, that the Kamionians neglected to add, is that Everything produced an electromagnetic field, and super imposing upon natural humans senses of "being sensitive to particles" and "being naturally sensitive to atomic wavelengths"...

is that it would be a sensory nightmare. A cacophony of hell from the very world around him, to consume him utterly.

Well... The clone will just have to adapt, as the Kaminonains say. By the very coral reefs of Kamino, the clones are just not grateful for the work we do over their petty little lives.

FOR CROSSHAIR...

( For thematic purposes--we're keeping 9904 )

Humans have such tiny eyes, the Kaminonians think, how do they see so much if they're so tiny? and sensitive. By the whale song of the sea, Human eyes are just Too Sensitive.

So for 9904, they gave him super sight. But not just super sight, but super duper protected sight. They decided that the vestigial "third eyelid" had no business being vestigial anymore, the lazy little thing, and regave it life in 9904's eyes.

Why it could protect from Water, and Dust, and Bright Lights.

And they, the Kaminonians, were really reeving up now. Why just stop there? Give him reflectors. Let him see in the dark!

Why didn't we think to do this for all the clones?

Because sudden lights and sudden darkness, would mess up his eyes immediately. Because long term lights would cause a sensory overload. And long term darkness would cause (temporary) color blindness.

And no amount of protection stops a blaster to the face.

Well, thinks the Kaminonains, Its not as bad as the last ones.

FOR TECH...

( For thematic purposes... he is 9906. Yes, I like "Baby Tech", shush you. )

We know exactly what to do with this one, thinks the Kaminonians. Humans are just so... Dull. We load their brains nice and healthy, and they're still so dull.

We want at least one to have an intelligent conversation with.

I KNOW, LET'S MODEL THIS ONE AFTER US--THE KAMINONIANS! And we're geniuses you know, why shouldn't at least... one clone, be a genius like us.

For 9906, they attempted the daunting task of Modifying the Brain. Increasing memory retention and synapses flexibility. Awareness and understanding--a living computational organ.

And 9906 was Perfect.

... Save that he did not like Kaminonians, because healthy human brains, by any standard, tend to develop things like "Understanding" and "Feelings for and about other People", and tend to greatly dislike those who want to treat other people monstrously.

Why, 9906 even argued against the treatment of Clones. Clones are capable of thought and creation, they are a people and thus their own culture.

And the Kaminonians mourned. Clearly, all the work they put into this brain was for Nothing!

It only wants to learn about the galaxy and discover the beauties and wonders behind technology and space and peoples--why, it doesn't think of Profit or Genes at all!

It even argued that it wasn't a Product to be Sold, but a person to be talked to. The Kaminonians found this scoffful.

It would learn, the Kaminonians decided, oh it would learn.

ADDENDUM

What about 9902 and 9905? Well... Heheheh.

DOMINO SQUAD "A real domino effect, this one."

There are birth batches, and there are batch-squads. Birth-batches separate to all become batch-squads... but not all batch-squads are from the same birth-batch.

Such is the case of the fast-tracked "Domino Squad". Because they were fast-tracked, these clones spent an unpresidented time in the growth-tube. And worse, each one had a falling out with their original batch-squad.

The one that would be known as "Hevy" was overly confrontational, and prone to starting fights. He failed out of his original batch-squad for his attitude and physical violence.

He mellowed out, once he found that his aggression lead to serious consequence, but it didn't completely stop the fights or the lone wolfing. (Until after graduation).

The one that would be known as "Cutup" never took anything seriously, and his old trainers (and old squad) had enough. The trooper didn't even take regulations seriously, and was caught with contraband (Cutup couldn't believe that simple playing cards were "contraband", haven't they ever heard of a game before?)

The one that would be known as "Droidbait", tended to give up too easily, in a total reverse to "Hevy's" situation. Surrender is not acceptable, and he'll have to relearn the hard way.

The one that would be known as "Fives", ironically, did not have a poor record following him for anything he did. Half of his birth-batch-squad were found deceased after a training exercise. The survivors were sent elsewhere. For this, Fives was a quiet, serious but very anxious cadet and rookie until he hit arc-trooper. He kept even his name close. Just in case. Fives got to watch one of the survivors graduate with Bravo Squad. He never found out what happened to him after that.. but he doesn't assume its good.

Always have to adapt on the fly, because if you don't, the situation might just kill you. No matter how "Safe" everyone says it is. In fact, especially if its "Safe".

The one that would be known as "Echo" was the most devious.

By all accounts, Echo was a stand up trooper--he read the regulations and followed them to the letter. He took pleasure in buffing his armor and uniform. He could recite exact rules, was perfect in inspections. He knew exactly where everything is and how to act as expected. A true "By the Book" trooper. Why, what could ever be wrong with Echo?

Because if you look like you belong, and if you know the rules, you can do Anything. And Echo, he knew that people knew that the Way Things Act were often considered more important than What Things Actually Are, but you still have to Play Expectations if you want to get what you want.

And Echo, he tended to learn how play expectations. The fact is, while it was considered an accident and misunderstanding--Echo put himself in a position to get transferred away from his old birth-squad.

( He had nothing against his old birth-batch. They were fine lads. But Echo refused to be canon-fodder. If he was going to go out into the galaxy and make a difference, he was going to do it his way--if he was going to get blown up, it was because he damn well decided he was going to get blown up, not because a general told him to. )

Yes it would mean being held back. But such is the price of prep work (He certainly didn't feel like he was ready--and he wanted to test the waters a bit longer), and well, there had to be brothers on Kamino, who actually think about what they're being told--not just blinding follow without consideration.

And you can only work the rules to your liking, if you know what the rules are. Good thing Echo likes to read.

ADDENDUM

Reason Birth-batch and Batch-Squad are separate, is because the general idea is that they birth clones enmass, but since we only ever see cadets in squads, they aren't necessarily trained enmass.

There had to be a reason why Echo had the Balls to jump Rank and talk to a General, as a cadet, as request transfer.

None of the numbers of Domino Squad match up to indicate that they're apart of the "Birth-Batch". So this sugested to me that they might be from different batches--and thusly, are probably a "throw them together" squad.

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