Why is it always the Jedi who are the repressed person when up against the clone characters?

Why isn't it the CLONES who struggle with admitting to their own emotions, who can't even IDENTIFY what they feel and will deny it even if they can? Why isn't it the CLONES who struggle with appropriately taking care of themselves with things like medical care and sleeping and eating more often? Why isn't it the CLONES who have the self preservation instincts of a particularly creative lemming?

And the JEDI who have to slowly teach them how to take care of themselves? The JEDI who make sure they remember to eat and sleep better and go to medical when it's serious? The JEDI who are constantly having to remind the clones not to waste their lives blindly because they're NOT actually expendable or replaceable? The JEDI who help them understand what they're feeling when the clones don't understand it themselves, who show them what these emotions are and how to regulate them so that they don't feel so out of control of themselves all the time?

Why is it always the Jedi, who are educated in things like mental health since childhood and raised in a supportive and loving community that takes care of each other, who are treated like children all the time, while the clones, who were sheltered in an isolated community that taught them nothing beyond what they'd need to fight a war and raised by people who consider them no better than machines made of flesh, are treated like they somehow spontaneously learned how to be mentally healthy adults from the air and need to teach this to the poor repressed Jedi who can't figure out anything for themselves.

Just doesn't seem to make a lot of sense in context to me.

A clone getting a bad haircut and having an identity crisis

There are some things that all troopers know Nat born's will never understand.

All the troopers grew up in a world where perfection was the standard and anything less resulted in death. Where individuality was a crime and being anything more than just another number was a danger, Where saying the wrong thing in front of the wrong person could get you killed.

All troopers know this, but post Kamino the Guards have had it drilled into them all over again. If they want to survive In the Senate they have to fall back on the lessons they learned on Kamino.

The Corries know that there are some things that nat born's will never understand. Things that Nat born's shouldn't understand.

So no one in the guard quite knows how to feel about the strange fallout of the Shiney squad's Jetti Cadets apparent discovery of the Guards position on Courcant.

It starts small, the guard notices that the boy stops being weird about the fact that most of the Corries don't use their names, when asked, the boys. "It's because I know that you have them now." raises more questions than answers, because apparently the boy just figured out that they used their designation numbers around the Senate because their names were a secret on his own. He also seemed to get an unreasonable amount of joy from the fact that all the clones chose their own names.

If it has stopped there then it probably wouldn't be so weird, but it didn't. From sneaking in extra medical supplies and food, (actual food, not just ration bars) when he discovered that 'depur' was cutting their budget for stuff that they needed to function, to the way he seemed to intrinsically understand their need for secrecy, and their reasoning for it. "secrets keep us safe." Without anyone seemingly telling him.

They all agreed that they weren't gonna ask about how the boy had managed to rangle several senators around to the truth of the situation and his point of view with only a few words to one of them. A point of view that not only had them working on trooper sentient rights bills, but also had them aiding in his more under the table helping.

At first it was weird and confusing, both because this kid was a nat born, and because how did a Jetti Cadet develop this kind of understanding, he was a child. It took them a while to connect the dots, Even as the boy started unconsciously dropping hints.

At first it was that weird little nickname he had for the Senate and Senators, in a language that even the most nerdy of Corries didn't seem to understand. They weren't sure what a Depur was, but apparently it applied to the Senate and was probably not a good thing.

The next clue was the stories, because as Anakin spent more time with the guard, becoming more of a Vod'ika than a Jetti Commander and subsequently beginning to learn more and more about the secrets that they kept from the rest of the Senate.

As the boy learnt about the lighter side of the inner workings of the guard, and how to speak the clones particular brand of Mando'a, the guards began to learn stories about Ekkreth, Leia and Ar Amu, stories about secret plots and tricking the The infamous Depur in ways that resulted in the freedom of those he enslaved.

About secret Languages, Tzai, Jappor snippets and secret rituals. About the ways one could steal back some control from the Masters in ways that they would never even notice. About things that the boy claimed that all Slaves should know, lessons that would help keep them safe from their Masters. A term that by now the guards suspended was not referring to the kind the Jedi had.

By the time the boy causally mentioned that he and his mother had been enslaved prior to him being taken to the temple, the Guards already had a pretty decent picture of the situation.

The fact that the boy had been adopting them into his own culture right under their noses had been vastly more surprising. He'd been a little awkward when he'd admitted it. Saying that he knew that they were sort of Mando'ade, but they could be Amavikka too if they wanted.

And sure, maybe it was a little dark that part of the reason the boy spent so much time in the barracks was because it felt familiar, but also this kid cared about every single one of them, to the point where he apparently sees them as family.

Well it really was no wonder that it was agreed that the entire guard would do just about anything for their Ad'ika. Including possibly stopping said Ad'ika from doing the same for them. (Bloody Skywalkers)

guys i’m watching college fb and whenever the players do smth good they knock helmets just like a Keldabe. And it’s rlly sweet to imagine clones all playing football. I like to think there’s like a work league in the GAR whenever different battalions are together they play a game just in their uniforms. But anyway which team do you think would win 212th or 501st where Anakin and Obi wan are coaching?

I like to headcanon that clones have "marriages" of their own that work VERY differently from regular marriages in the sense that a clone marriage is basically just a recognition of a committed relationship and that's about it. It can't be anything legal or official for obvious reasons and they can't guarantee things like being able to live with each other or raise families together if that's what they wanted. The clones often don't get a lot of choices in their own lives, so a marriage for them can't be about the things regular marriages usually are. There's no real promises made because there's no way they can guarantee they can keep any of those promises.

All it is is a recognition that the relationship is a serious and committed one. It's a promise that, right now, they love each other and are planning to continue to do so for the foreseeable future. Their feelings are the only things they CAN promise to each other.

There aren't really expectations of exclusivity or anything like that either because the clones tend to know they have to find joy and pleasure where they can and consider it sort-of selfish and cruel to ask someone to hold back on that for the sake of one relationship. Like they might HAPPEN to end up exclusive, but it's not expected or required that two married clones would be exclusive with each other.

Can you imagine what must have been like to be part of Krell's clone battalion, what it was like to have him as your general? We know how he's like. Krell doesn't care about the clones' lives. He wins. He's celebrated as a general. The senators and Jedi don't care about the casualties except the money that's going to waste. Krell brings results. They don't see what's behind those numbers.

Imagine a clone battalion that's stripped of all colors except the ones to indicate rank, blank white armor that's too battered to be a shiny's. A clone battalion where names start with CC and CT, where the men all have the same face, same hair. The only thing that differents them from each other are their scars. It's worse than Kamino. The men have learned to keep silent. They know the consequences of speaking up, have executed the ones who do with their own blasters. Who doesn't get court martialled gets reconditioned or decommissioned. Their lives are hard and miserable.

Krell doesn't care about his men except when he can make their lives worse. They don't only have the highest causality count, Krell's battalion is also the one with the most injuries, with the most troopers considered defect (because surely men like Rex or Fives would be declared defect by Krell) and most clones going AWOL. Imagine their pain. They are alone, they are mistreated. Nobody cares about them, they only care about the battles they win, about the cost of the constant replacement of troopers, but nobody cares about them or their pain or who they are. Many aren't even anybody. They believed the Kaminoans, they believe Krell. They are meat droids and everyone they are around thinks the same or gets reconditioned and excluded.

Krell doesn't care about them but he cares about making them believe that they are without worth. Imagine the only reason Krell gets assigned the 501st on Umbara is because his battalion is so decimated that they need to regroup the whole battalion. We also know that the troopers get sent out younger and younger as the war goes on.

Most of Krell's battalion must be nine or eight years old by the time Umbara happens. There is constant replacement through death and decommissioning. The senior troopers are few and become less. The younger clones die earlier because they are surrounded by other inexperienced troopers, because the men didn't have the time to get to know each other, because Krell enjoys to watch the shines die first.

i've been thinking about clone accents a bit and how they all have the same accent??? accents aren't genetic and from being trained by a bunch of different people and just being around other people in general, they should all have at least slightly different accents from each other

so my little headcanon is that the kaminoans made sure that all of the clones sounded exactly the same on purpose. they would have had all of the training modules done in the same voice and done everything they could to give them all the same accent because why would they want products that are not perfect and that can be immediately recognized as different the second they open their mouths? even through their helmets

obviously there is no way that that would work 100%, so there's definitely a bunch of clones out there that sound different maybe all of them sound completely different?? but they just put on the typical clone accent whenever they're around nat-borns

now i'm just picturing all of the different accents that clones could have maybe even developing their own unique ones not seen anywhere else in the galaxy and i love it lol

Just wanted to say it's so, SO incredibly humbling that new folks are still willing to check out my fic, and old readers are sticking with it. I see every comment, every kudos. Thank you so much😭

I know it's gotten super long and is still nowhere near finished. I know it's got a really weird premise I can't fully explain in the summary. I know it may focus on details you may have no interest in. Despite it all, thank y'all for giving it a chance😭🙏

(What is this fic, you may say? It's my extremely long, narrative thesis on how I think the chips/O66 may have worked, as well as a super in-depth multi-POV analysis of clone culture and society, both on Kamino pre-deployment and how it evolved during the war!

…the clones may also have a hive mind, be sorta immortal, have taken over Mandalore, and Jango's come back from the dead, but eh those are minor details.)

Deeply amused by the idea of clones learning a handful of word in Mando'a but not learning any of the grammar, so they use Galactic Basic grammar rules with Mando'a words

Like the plural of vod is vods, or just plain vod, instead of vode

Plural of di'kut is di'kuts instead of di'kute

Plural of shebs is just shebs

Silly thinks like that

In a similar vein to a post I just queued, if you're writing clones or Mandalorians in Star Wars, "kov'nyn" (lit, head punch) is for the gesture of affection, "mirshmure'cya" (lit, brain kiss) is for the violent head-butt, and "keldabe kiss" is for both. Shortening "keldabe kiss" to "keldabe" makes sense but Keldabe (lit, strongholds) with a capital K is also a city on and former capital of Mandalore. (Iirc, it was the capital before Sundari.) So use your best judgement based on context and don't forget your articles! The difference between "he pulled him into a brief keldabe" and "he briefly pulled him into Keldabe" is real.

You know what's something I wished fanon/fanfic/etc explored? The idea of clones, basically traveling the galaxy because of the war not only having their own traditions, but also picking up stuff and being taught things by various people they encounter. Not even necessarily like a culture/tradition. A planet's local militia taught a trooper how to weave grass during a long night waiting for orders.

Of course he brought this to his friends and now the whole battalion makes things from grass or leaves or thread. It's calming, it's fun, they experiment with materials.

The clones who've developed their own culture (not Mandalorian) but also enjoying learning and participating. Let them be happy and want to explore things beyond their DNA donors world. (I also enjoy the idea of them getting to relax and join in on fun, normal activities).

And the idea of different units having different traditions while also sharing them when they're deployed together is fun.

The idea of mindfulness being picked up from Jedi general's and everyone having a unique spin, either copying meditation or meditating while cleaning equipment.

Also I want people to appreciate the clones as their own people.

Yeah, I hardly EVER see the clones depicted as this really interesting mish mash of cultures due to potentially picking up a bunch of shit from civilian populations they meet and then just passing it around their own battalion which could then make it out to the GAR as a whole.

Weaving baskets is a cute one, it could also be something as simple as picking up new spices every time they land somewhere and so their food is this wild fusion cuisine of spices and maybe fruits/dried meats/nuts from all over the galaxy because they just pick up stuff that goes to the kitchens and the clones doing the cooking in the kitchens use whatever they've got available to try to make new dishes. And they end up perhaps getting really good at figuring out how to combine these different ingredients that, on paper, seem like they absolutely should NOT go well together and yet somehow they make it work. And so clone cuisine becomes its own completely unique thing. You could even compare it to Jedi cuisine where they probably end up combining things a lot themselves, but the Jedi would theoretically often have had more access to resources and time to learn whole dishes than the clones do so it's more that the Jedi prepare different specific dishes from a lot of cultures as opposed to the more fusion-style cuisine the clones have come up with.

Or games, it'd be so cute to have the clones picking up all these different sort-of idle games from different civilian children they meet, like gffa versions of hopscotch or hackey sack, maybe card games that aren't sabacc or board games that aren't dejarik but are more specific to this one planet or culture. Maybe the clones start coming up with their OWN card games as they go because they start getting bored of the few that they know and start getting creative from there.

And of course things like different styles of visual art like painting and tattooing and hair styles that they might pick up on and incorporate into their own style that either becomes very popular among the clones on its own or ends up sort-of hybridized and become its own unique clone specific spin on the artform rather than a direct imitation. Writing would be really cool, too, that they pick up things like novels or journals from different cultures and some of the clones start writing creatively and become really prolific among the GAR (and maybe the Jedi too) for their stories. Similar to before, they might start off sort-of imitating styles they see from other cultures, specific kinds of poetry or tropes, but then branch out and put their own spin on it or start combining different things they've learned from various cultures.

Some clones might end up sticking closer to one specific culture they've connected or that just matches their personal taste really well, while others embrace the fusion more, and everything in-between.

And of course we can bring the Jedi into it more, too, and have the Jedi constantly working to introduce the clones to more things, maybe things THEY know and love from various cultures that they think the clones would find fun or interesting. And not just that person's "birth culture" like Ahsoka teaching people about Togruta culture, but things from OTHER CULTURES that they themselves have experimented with and liked. Maybe Ahsoka has a Mon Cal skincare routine she fucking swears by, or a Zabrak meat dish that's her absolute favorite hands down because of how tender they cook it, or her favorite book is actually Rodian because she particularly loves Rodian romance novels. And she introduces the clones to THESE things as well because why wouldn't she? The Jedi have a smorgasbord of options available to them and their culture encourages learning and connecting as much as possible, something I imagine they'd do their best to pass on to the clones in any way available to them.

And of course the Jedi, as some of the only people really out there with the clones and interacting with them regularly, get to be the first to BENEFIT from the hybridization that the clones utilize and get to see more about how these different cultures they've learned and appreciated for so long can be combined in such new and different ways to create something entirely unique and beautiful, so they get to enjoy these things all over again and it's AWESOME! New favorite noodle dish that combined fish from Glee Anselm and spices from Pantora and noodles from Chandrila, new favorite poem that has elements of Naboo and Ryloth in it, new knitted scarf that combined a knitting style from Lothal and a pattern from Shili.

And I've been going more for physical material things so far like food and stuff, but you can include things like slang they pick up from other cultures or maybe rituals of some kind they saw someone do that they asked about and got permission to participate in that they continue to practice afterwards because it's nice and calming.

The interesting part about the clones is that they don't have a "birth" culture to go back to. They were raised in a very sterile environment where everything they were exposed to was something very specific and aimed towards a certain goal. So they might have a favorite fighting move from the ones they were taught on Kamino or a favorite ship to fly of the ones they were taught to use for war, but it would be SO incredibly limited to what the Kaminoans wanted them to learn and not intended to become something the clones really connected to culturally. The Kaminoans themselves clearly HAVE a culture of sorts, they seem to share a style of fashion at least and probably an architectural style, but this isn't something that was passed on to the clones or that they would've been allowed to ever really participate in (beyond maintenance to the buildings, but they wouldn't have gotten a say in things like paint colors or additions to the building for cosmetic reasons, etc). And of course I don't think canon supports the idea that the clones really had a lot of connection to Mando culture and certainly nothing that supports the concept that they would consider it their "birth" culture. Jango barely seems to have passed any sort of Mando heritage on to BOBA, so it seems INCREDIBLY unlikely he'd have passed anything significant on to the clones he DIDN'T consider his son. And the Mando trainers are a legends thing these days, and were never canon anyway, so their exposure to Mando culture would be even more limited than their exposure to Kaminoan culture quite honestly.

All of which means the clones don't really have a firm basis of a birth culture from which to start on and then sort-of experiment out from. They're almost entirely open to whatever they discover or are introduced to in terms of culture. They're not Mando, they're not Kaminoan, they're their OWN THING and they can literally incorporate just about anything and everything into the culture they choose to build and that's SUCH a cool thing to look at and to explore and I don't know if I've really seen that much of it in fics. Especially via the Jedi who are their own massively multi-cultural society and can take the opportunity to really widen the clones' horizons in so many ways.

Jango was really frustrated by the clones’ utter inability to lie, so he made sure the Alphas can…and it really freaks out all the other clones

Kinda intrigued by the idea of the Kamino being kinda bare bones regarding sex ed - either because they don't think it's relevant or because the Kaminoans have completely different perceptions/phenotypes of that than humans and know it so they leave any forms of "the talk" to the trainers who are just like "uh, fuck no" - so the clones end up developing their own language for all things relating to sex and gender. Some of these translate into english/basic, some of them don't.

So like they have words for asexual and gay but their word for transgender solely translates into something like "was a brother and is now a sister" because they don't have the reverse, at least not initially. If you were writing something shipping troopers with other troopers, they'd also have words for troopers that are exclusively attracted to natborns or other troopers or were attracted to both. 90% of their euphemisms for sex relate to weapons (I have seen this in fanfics repeatedly it is occasionally very funny).

This kinda ties into the idea I like that their language is a blend of basic and pieces of the Mandolorian and Kamino languages that they've picked up. As they are separated into battallions they pick up a few words in other languages from citizens, jedi, and natborn commanders and pass those along too, till for an outsider listening to them is like listening to someone hopping between three or five different languages without pausing for breath.

The medic's story

There's this tradition that the medics have because there comes a point in every one of their careers when they want to give up because they 'let a patient die'. (This is inspired by that one post about doctors and paramedics and nurses fighting to keep patients alive after being asked by the patient to 'not let them die', and therefore not 'letting them die' and fulfilling the patients dying wish.) The story has changed some over the years, but how it starts remains the same.

The Medic Who Fought Death

A long time ago someone told me this story and now I am going to share it with you. (This phrase is reserved for the most important stories, the ones that teach a trooper how to live) Under different stars there once lived a medic. Not especially well renowned medic, but in a small town clicks from any other medical care in any direction the medic took good care of the patients that came through the door, and all of the people appreciated that care.

One day a strong warrior came to the medic and said, "I am strong, and I have fought many battles, but I am sick, and I cannot fight this. I am brave and have faced many terrifying opponents, but I am scared, please don't let me die."

The medic resolved to do as much as possible to fulfill the warrior's plea. Tests were run, and the medic found that the warrior's illness did not bring good odds of survival, but the warrior asked to fight the illness, and the medic obliged.

Night began to fall, and there was a knock at the door. The warrior was stable, so the medic answered the door. And there stood Death, tall and filling the entire doorway.

The medic was stunned, and that gave death enough time to speak, "I am here for the warrior on the brink of death-" The medic slammed the door before Death could finish speaking.

"Thank you for not letting me die." the warrior said.

The medic worked harder all through the night to keep the warrior alive, but come the next morning there was another knock on the door.

This time, the medic knew what to expect. When the door opened Death was face to face with an irate sleep deprived medic glaring.

"I am here for the warrior on the brink of-"

"I didn't care yesterday, and I don't care now." The medic cut off death, and closed the door once more with a resounding thud.

"Thank you for not letting me die." the warrior said.

The warrior's condition was worsening despite everything that the medic tried. By evening the medic had only managed to slow the worsening symptoms and provide a bit of relief from pain. Once again, as the sun set, there was a knock at the door.

As the door was opened the medic started talking before Death got the chance. "I know who you are here for and I'm not letting you in."

This time as the medic went to slam the door shut, Death caught the door. The medic had to push Death back to close the door for the night.

"Thank you for not letting me die. " the warrior said.

Once again the Medic fought for the warrior through the night, and just as the sun rose there was a knock at the door. By this time the medic was exhausted they'd been fighting day and night for the warrior, but a promise was made, and the medic would not let the warrior die.

As the medic opened the door Death pushed back and stepped in saying, "I am here for the warrior on the brink of death."

The medic was very angry and pushed Death back out the door.

"Thank you for not letting me die." the warrior said.

By the time the medic got the door closed questions about why the medic bothered to answer time after time if it would only be Death came to mind. The answer, of course, was that each time it could have been one of the townspeople in need of help, so the medic had no choice.

The sun hit it's height, and the warrior had only become sicker until again the sun fell. This time when the knock came, the medic armed themself. When Death was at the door again trying to force entry the medic was able to beat back Death.

Once again the medic worked through the night beaten and bruised continuing to treat the warrior.

As the sun rose Death knocked on the door once again. This time as the medic opened the door, even armed Death overpowered the medic.

Death greeted the warrior kindly, and the pair made for the door, but before the warrior left to march on the medic saw the warrior look back. The medic was soundly beaten, exhausted, and so terribly afraid that the promise made to the warrior wasn't kept.

But the last words the medic heard as the warrior went marching on was "Thank you for not letting me die." as the warrior saw the medic's disbelief the parting words continued, "You fought Death for me. For three days and three nights you worked as hard as you could, you didn't let me die. You did everything and then some, and I died anyway. Do not let that weigh your conscious."

And Death and the Warrior went marching far away, and the medic was saddened by this, but was comforted by the promise fulfilled.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Clone Trooper Character(s)/Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Hics/Clone Trooper Pillar Characters: Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Hics - Character, Clone Trooper Pillar - Character Additional Tags: Bingo, Drabble, Clone Trooper Reconditioning (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Culture & Customs (Star Wars), Clone Trooper-centric (Star Wars), Hopeful Ending Series: Part 21 of Hics's and Pillar's drabble adventures Summary:

Reconditioning: Reprogramming of a defective unit Recon: Loss of a brother, Finding of a new one

The Finding is subject to the agreement of all parties.

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The story of the lucky three-tailed Kaminoan Spongeworm

So there was this myth floating around back on Kamino: The lucky three-tailed Spongeworm

First thing you need to know about Kaminoan Spongeworms is that they only have two tails, they're really slow, and they stick to the stilts of Tipoca City.

They kind of look like this (Can't really draw, sorry):

Sometimes, when we did amphibious training drills near the stilts, we could see them crawl up and down on them grazing for algae. One of my batchmates heard from one of the older cadets that one of his batchers swore he saw one with three tails. Of course, everyone said he must have a defect in his optical nerve, because there is no such thing. And then someone else said they saw one too. And they both said, that they only saw it for a second or two and that it quickly scurried away.

Yeah, right! Total Banthacrap! Spongeworms don't do anything quickly! That's why we called the slowest cadet on the running track The Spongeworm. Because he's slow.

Anyway, the next day, both of them were choosen for specialized training. One became a Dive Trooper and the other was trained as a Medic. And then it happened again and again. At least twelve cadets, that I know of, saw a three-tailed Spongeworm and then got chosen.

So of course, every time we went into the water, we would keep an eye out for a Spongeworm with three tails for good luck.

I never saw one of them, but sometimes I wonder what specialty I would've gotten if I did.