Obi-Wan, rubbing his temples: I am not proud of what I am about to say, but someone get me a cigarrette.
Crys: But General, we don't smoke.
Obi-Wan: Cut the crap, Crys. I'm not an idiot. I know that one in five people smoke.
Obi-Wan: *points at Crys* One! *points at Oddball* Two! * points at Barlex* Three! *points at Gregor* Four! *points at Longshot * Five!
Obi-Wan: Now, I am going to close my eyes, and when I open them, there better be a cigarrette between these two fingers!
Oddball: *puts a cigarrette in Obi-Wan 's hand*
Obi-Wan: Thank you. ...Light?
*all of them simultaneously pull out lighters*
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Waxer, Wooley, and Crys playing a little game of Limmie/Bolo Ball during a bit of downtime.
This is for 212th Week, day 6: Wing AU. @212thappreciation
Part 2 can be found HERE!
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Alllllright first request done!
Thanks for sending this in @ghoulettesinspace!
Crys is legit one of my most favorite rare clones, drawn him a couple times and more than happy to drawer him again ^__^
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Crys: *putting them through pre-flight checks for the transport*
Waxer: *picks up the transport intercom* Can I get some peanuts?
Crys: *over pilots speaker* You are already fat, that’ll be a no.
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What if Cody, Boil, Longshot, Crys, Wooley and Waxer once got fucking drunk and tattooed each others named on the soles of their feet?
Cody has Waxer, Boil has Crys, Longshot has Wooley, Wooley has Cody, Waxer has Longshot, Crys has Boil
Waxer now insists he is Cody’s favourite brother and he cant deny it because he has his fucking name tattooed on his foot so he goes back and gets Rex’s name tattooed above it out of spite
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Tagging: @satineweek
DAY 2: Mother
Quote prompts: “What do you see when you think about the future?”
It becomes so quiet that everything can hear is the hum of the speeders running somewhere outside the hangar and the droids repairing the fighters. In this oppressive silence, the Clones look at her, and she looks at them, proudly accepting a new wave of discontent, which has quickly replaced such a ringing laugh. It seems to her that one of them is leaving, but those standing closer don't move, and she, not wanting to lose her chance, doesn't dare to find out whether it is true or not.
“We are soldiers,” Cody finally begins to say again, and this is a first time in her memory that she has no idea what is hidden behind the calm expression on the face her interlocutor. “We are good soldiers. And good soldiers follow orders.”
“This war will end someday,” while she speaks her gaze does not leave his face. “What will you all do then? What do you see when you think about the future?”
Another pause almost causes a shiver, but she is a Mando, she will not allow fear to make her retreat and continues to boldly look into the brown eyes almost ten meters away from her.
“You are asking a very dangerous questions, Duchess,” Cody’s voice is now noticeably quieter and even trembles a little. “Dangerous and too political. Don't involve us in your games with the Senate.”
“These are not games, Commander.”
She speaks more quietly too, almost in a whisper, and the Clones, not wanting to miss their words, move closer, tightening the ring that has formed around her, in any other situation - with any other creature - perceived as an approaching danger.
“It's worry. Because you are children,” Satine puts her right hand on Crys's shoulder standing next to her. “You are the children of Mandalore. You are my children,” with a sad smile turning to the left, towards Boil, she touches his temple with her fingertips, and leaves her palm on his cheeks. “And as your mother, I will worry about you and want the best for you.”
“We are clones,” Rex interjects. “And as people in your sector like to say, Jango Fett was not a Mando.”
“Mando is not blood and, despite our traditions, it is far from just the oaths. This is the spirit. This is the rod. And Jango gave you this, even if his gift was passed on to you only in fight training,” with a smile, still a little sad, she glances at them. “Duty is not an empty phrase for me, and the fact that you do not refuse it does you honor. But when the war is over, when you don't know where to go, you can always come to me. And I will give you shelter, I will give you protection, I will give you… a clan, if that is what your heart desires.”
“And why would you do this?” the Clone that looking at her has a prosthetic eye instead of a right eye, and she feels sad that she doesn't have the opportunity to turn back time and protect him. “We are not your people, no matter what you say. We are just clones. We were created to fight. To the war.”
“No one is created for war,” Satine objects gently.
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Warmup #20
Rating: G
Notes:
More Cody and Ahsoka friendship.
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"I'm telling you, Skyguy. Commander Cody will know."
"I'm telling you, Snips; there's no kriffing way."
Cody glanced at the doorway, not bothering to put down the datapad in his hands. He was busy.
Ahsoka leapt through the doorway with a grin. "Cody, where's Obi-Wan?"
Cody glanced at the map in the corner of the datapad. "Mess hall. What do you need him for?"
Ahsoka pointed at him with a grin. "See? He knows. It's part of his supernatural abilities."
"No. Kriffing. Way." Skywalker crossed his arms. "It's midmeal time, it was probably an educated guess."
"Normally General Kenobi is working at this time." Cody threw in, just because he could.
"That's true!" Crys backed him up immediately. Good man. He was also the one who had set up the Kenobi monitor.
Ahsoka smirked. "It's out of the norm and Cody was aware of it."
"It doesn't mean shit, Snips." Anakin snapped and stalked out of the room.
Cody looked after him. "Someone's in a mood."
"Yup." Ahsoka beamed at him. "He couldn't tell where Obi-Wan was and now he's pissed someone else could."
"Of course." Cody agreed.
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