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lablass-2882 · 5 months

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A bit of an early treat for y’all.

Since my move actually went pretty quick. I guess having a big family who all own trucks/SUVs makes for light work, huh?

The meta reason is that I needed a break from arranging and putting together my apartment. So, I decided to finish this piece.

Introducing Alpha Squad. They are a small part of bigger Phoenix Squadron Unit in the Rebel Allience.

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And some close ups.

These aren't the squads final designs. They're more of a first pass that I am comfortable with showing off. Putting faces so sorts to names.

Going from left to right.

Captian Tally. Alpha Squads fearless 2nd in command and probably one of the best hand to hand fighters in the Rebellion. She is not to be pissed off, ever. Tally is Trapper's daughter but was raised by Cody after Trapper's death.

Commander Aurora. Leader of Alpha Squad and its resident caf addic. She is well known for her calm and collected attitude even when under fire. Her father was a member of the Corrie Guard, but she was raised by Fox and Thire.

Sparks is Alpha Squad tech maniac, hacker, and general trouble maker. She loves messing with all manor of machines and tech. She is the daughter of Comet, Sinker and Boost.

Head Medic Mako. The calmest and strongest member of Alpha Squad, Mako also has the honor of trying to wrangle all of his half siblings into the medic tent when shit goes sideways. He was adopted by Woffle after his mom abandoned him, and his clone dad is long dead.

Lieutenant Arrow. The unofficially weapons master of the group and the resident grump of the Squad. Arrow would be hard pressed to admit to it, but he loves his crazy siblings. They are just way too loud sometimes. He is Longshot's son.

Twig. One of two expert pilots for Alpha Squad, Twig, along with his twin Branch, make sure that the Squad gets where it needs to go. Regardless of laws, physics, and sometimes all common sense. His dad was a member of the 501st

Branch. One of the best pilots among the clone units, Branch is fearless, loves to go fast, and is always on the go. Along with her twin brother Twig, the squad always gets where it needs to go. Maybe not always in the sensible way tho. Her dad was a member of the 501st.

And last but not least.

Max. He is the Jack of all trades among Alpha Squad. He's a mechanic, a cook, an assistant to Mako, good at logistics, and is generally a level head dude. He does tend to get overwhelmed by his siblings' antic tho. He father is Dogma.

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cyarikashi · 1 year

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Ice Skating With the 212th

Hello everyone!

I recently went ice skating and got the inspo to write this. I originally wrote this for my sister, who loves her mans, Commander Cody. I made the nickname "Mir'ika" from the word 'mirdala' which means clever, or intelligent. This is my first Star Wars fic ever! I hope you enjoy <3

Pairing: Commander Cody x medic!reader

Summary: You are the medic for the 212th, and you go ice skating with them while on leave

Tags: fluff!!

Word Count: 2.2k

You watched as the members of the 212th battalion went around and around on the ice. Some of them were more confident than others- even the General and Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi was gliding gracefully across the ice. He was mesmerizing to watch; it was almost as if he had wings. You'd thought he must have done this a million times before, but then again, you figured he had plenty of help through the use of the Force.

You had your skates on, but as the battalion's medic, you felt it a duty to make sure nobody got injured, even if ice skating was a million times less deadly than an actual battle. You had skated a couple of rounds with the men but you felt like you'd be able to keep a better watch from the sidelines.

You couldn't help but worry about them. You had grown very close to the clones over the course of the war. You were conflicted with your own inner feelings about it though. You knew there were those who were apathetic towards the war, and those who thought of the clones with disgust- or as less than human. But you had seen them in action and gotten to know them as individuals. Each one had their own name and personality and they cared so much for each other. They were loyal to the Republic, almost to a fault. You struggled with the knowledge that the clones were basically slaves to a Republic that condemned slavery, but the clones themselves either didn't realize this or didn't let it bother them. They were bred for war, but you knew they deserved so much better. You kept a stiff upper lip when treating their wounds, but internally your anxiety skyrocketed whenever someone got hurt.

You smiled and waved as Waxer and Boil skated by, the former helping the latter keep his footing. You shook your head with a laugh as Boil lost his footing again. You could tell he was just fine by the way he was laughing his ass off while sitting on the ice. Longshot skated by, giving you a double thumbs up as he swerved around the two.

"Doing okay, Wooley?" You asked, as he made his way around the rink. He was clinging to the edge and you could see his legs wobbling as if he might slip any second.

"Ha, well mir'ika, it beats getting shot at, that's for sure," he huffs, as he makes his way in front of you. You give his glove a pat as he passes.

"You're doing great, keep at it!" You encourage him, "the ice has nothing on you!"

He looks back and gives you a big grin, though he stumbles a little as he does. You move to help him, but he reinforces his grip, assuring you that he's fine. You give him a thumbs up and look back over the ice. As you do, your breath catches when you see him.

Commander Cody.

He was halfway across the ice heading your way. His hat and mittens matched the bright orange of his battalion's colors. He was skating tall and fluidly. He skated the way he led his men: with complete coolness and confidence. You two made eye contact, and he gave you a small smile. You watched as he sped up a little, and then turned around and skated backwards for a moment. When he turned, his eyes immediately seeked yours, and he gave you a slightly bigger smile when he saw that you had still been watching him. He continued towards you as he did a small spin.

He stopped right in front of you.

"Having fun, mir'ika?" He asked, with a soft voice. He was hanging onto the railing, almost as if he was going to slip. All of his former confidence on the ice seemed to have dissipated the closer he got to you. "Don't you want to skate a little more?"

You felt your face get a little warmer at his changed demeanor. He was so collected on the battlefield or when he was discussing strategy with General Kenobi. . . But he always seemed nervous around you. At first it worried you sick, and you were thankful you spent most of your time in the medbay surrounded by ailments to help calm your nerves. It was important to you that the commander you worked under trusted you with the health of his men. After a while, your nerves eased as more of the men warmed up to you, eventually becoming a treasured member of the group and even given a nickname by the clones. Commander Cody had always been respectful, and kind, but he always seemed unnerved in the medbay even when you tried your utmost to assuage his tenseness. His pulse was usually unusually higher than normal, but you figured that leading an entire battalion of your brothers in the middle of a war would warrant a high blood pressure and pulse.

"I wanted to make sure nobody got seriously hurt," you replied, "I feel like I can see better from out here. If I'm doing rounds, I might miss someone falling."

Cody felt his heartbeat pick up. You were extremely diligent and dedicated to improving the lives of his brothers. He couldn't help but feel warm at your admission- this was supposed to be a team building experience...but his vod knew what it actually was: they were on leave and they deserved to have a good time. And that included you.

Cody cleared his throat a little before speaking.

"Everyone's having a lot of fun, and they're all okay. These are some of the finest men in the Grand Army of the Republic, mir'ika, they can handle a little slip."

He was looking down at his skates, sliding them back and forth as he stood there. At first, a jolt of panic shot through you. Was the commander condemning you for being too serious on what you knew was supposed to be finally a fun shore leave? Maker knew the clones deserved it. But after a second of thought, you softened at the clone in front of you. You thought you might as well have some fun while it lasted.

"Are you suggesting I abandon my duties, commander?"

Cody's head snapped up at your question. His grip tightened on the railing, and he opened his mouth to answer before shutting it again.

You couldn't help but give a laugh. "Or are you offering to skate with me for a while?"

He cleared his throat and nodded his head. He could feel the heat in his cheeks and wondered if you could feel it radiating off of him in waves.

"I- I think it would be good for the men to see you participate. They... want you to have a good time. We all do."

You smiled at Cody and made your way onto the ice. You skated up to him, and he almost looked a little panic-stricken but held out his arm regardless. You smiled and took it and the both of you took off.

You glided with ease next to Cody, who seemed to have forgotten all his previous vigor. You went along wondering if you were actually the one stabilizing him.

Trapper sped up and passed the both of you, doing a small spin as he did. He got close enough to Cody to make him stumble a bit. He huffed and looked down at you. You raised an eyebrow and nodded your head once towards Trapper in response. Cody got the message- he smiled at you and you let go of his arm. He sped off to catch up to Trapper, doing a circle around him. You laughed at Trapper's surprise, and Cody gave you a bright smile. He set off again and did a few more twirls, each one a little faster and more impressive than the last. Each time, he looked to you almost as if for approval.

If he was being honest with himself, it pleased him to see you so happy and carefree. More often than not, you had the steely look of determination on your face when you were tending to the injured, though Cody could tell that underneath that cool, hard and serious exterior lay worries and doubts. He could tell because he often did the same thing. Leading men into battle and seeing his brothers die was enough to break anybody down, but Cody knew his vod looked up to him for a sense of security and control.

But shore leave was different. This was a time for the clones to have fun, destress, and in some cases, go wild, though Cody strongly discouraged that. One too many calls about shinies causing a ruckus from Fox had gotten Cody to learn his lesson and steer his men from doing anything too crazy. But here on the ice, with all his vod padded and cozied up, Cody didn't see any harm in a few bumps and bruises. His vod were pretty tough; they were bred to be so.

Cody skated back towards you, smiling as he did so. His cheeks and nose were dusted with a reddish hue against his deep golden skin. He made it up to you, and you could see hesitation in his hands. You smiled, and grabbed one and held it as you skated forward.

"That was very impressive, Commander," you smiled up at him, "is there anything you're not good at?"

At this, Cody's hand gripped yours tighter. He looked down at you, and you could see part of his scar peeking from under his hat. His eyes were bright and he looked more flustered than anything. You smiled brightly at him, and gave his hand a squeeze back.

You broke eye contact just in time to see Waxer and Boil, who were making their wobbly way across the ice, right in front of you both. You gripped Cody's hand tight, and made a yelp as you both crashed into the pair of clones.

"Waxer! Boil! I'm so sorry, are you okay?" you asked, as you scrambled to get up and help bring them to their feet.

Both gave a booming laugh and smiled up at you. "We're fine, mir'ika, but the commander's not looking too hot."

Adrenaline immediately flooded your body as you looked to Cody, who was still sprawled out on the ice. He let out a low groan as he tried sitting up.

You got down on your knees to check him.

"Are you okay, Cody?" You asked, frantically looking over his body for any injuries. "Did you hurt anything? Can you stand?"

Cody managed to sit up, and looked at your face, which was full of worry and emotion and he was never more sure in his life that he was in love with you than at that moment. He grabbed one of your bare hands with his gloves- you had ripped them off when you knelt next to him- and you gave him a puzzled look. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears, and wondered if you could hear it too.

"Mir'ika," he said in a thick voice, "I'm okay. I...think I better join you on the sidelines for a while though, if that's okay." He didn't want to admit it, but his tailbone hurt quite a bit. He took a hard fall on his ass when you two had been distracted and knocked into Waxer and Boil.

You noticed Cody wince as you helped him up. You both made your way slowly to the entrance of the rink, and you sat Cody down on one of the benches that lined the rink.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You asked, trying to give him a stern look but faltering.

He gave you another smile, reassuring you that he just needed a break. You nodded, and told him to wait there for you to get back. He watched you leave, cursing himself for causing you to worry. You headed off to find him a blanket. Once retrieved, you brought that and two hot chocolates back to Cody, who had remained in his seat just as you instructed.

He smiled as you wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, and thanked you for the hot chocolate. You stood there contemplating him for a moment before speaking.

"You know you don't have to get injured just to see me, right?"

Cody choked on his hot chocolate at your comment, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm sorry Cody," you said smiling and sincerely, "it's my fault you got hurt. I wasn't paying attention."

He was quick to counter you, blaming himself for being distracted. His cheeks were flooded with a dark red color, and you warmed at the sight. You sat down next to him, taking one edge of the blanket and putting it over your own shoulder. You were sat thigh to thigh with the clone. You looked up at him and smiled. You could tell he was tense.

"You know, it's a medical secret, but I think I might have the perfect ailment for you."

Cody furrowed his brows and looked at you quizzically. You giggled again and breached the space between you two. Your lips met his and he went rigid against you, until softening and melting into the kiss. He finally broke the kiss to come up for air, and rested his forehead against your own. Cody closed his eyes and willed his heartbeat to slow down lest it beat right out of his chest.

"Thank you, mir'ika, I think that did just the trick. I feel much better now."

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clonefandomevents · 1 year

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212th Bingo Rules and Rewards!

Rules:

There aren’t really a lot of rules, just like our other Bingos. Just two major big ones that are necessary for your work to be part of the Bingo.

It must be centered around a member of the 212th Cody, Waxer, Boil, Wooley, Gregor, Trapper, Longshot, Gearshift or any other named 212th trooper. 212th OC clones are also welcome, as long as they are one of the golden troopers! Since he is a member of the 212th, Obi-Wan is also acceptable. But since this is a clone centric event we do ask that at least one of the vod'e are also a main character. As long as one of them is the focal point of the creation, then it qualifies! All ships, other characters including OC’s and scenarios are welcome as long as it is 212th focused.

Respect other people’s creations! Because this is open to all ships and characters, it is only plausible that someone’s creation wont be to your liking. If it is brought to our attention that anyone participating in the Bingo is harassing other participants for what they are creating, then they will likely be barred from continuing to participate. This event is designed to give love to the 212th and built up the community, and we can’t do that if we are attacking each other.

The most important thing is to have fun! We want everyone to enjoy the event

Rewards:

Currently, we have no set end timeline for the Bingo. It will run for as long as people wish to play! With the open ended timeline, we wanted to set incentives for completing bingos! There are three levels of rewards.

Bingo Line: If you complete a straight line, vertical, horizontal or diagonal, you will be able to request either an icon/header or a gif!

An X, a Square or an Aurebesh 2 (Top row, the third row and the bottom row with one connecting the third and top), you will be able to request either a short fic (500-1000 words) or a sketch to flat color art.

If you complete a blackout, you can request either both a short fic and sketch art, or a longer fic (up to 5000 words) or fully shaded and complete art.

Please note that both mods are participating in other fandom events and do have real life obligations as well. The Rewards may not always be able to be instantaneous, but we will do our best to get them finished within a reasonable amount of time of you completing a bingo.

Posting:

Posting will be really simple! If you post on Ao3, be sure to add it to the Collection, ‘212th Bingo 23’. If you post on Tumblr, tag us at clonefandomevents and tag your post with #212thbingo23. If you plan on posting somewhere else, please let us know so that we see what you have created!

We will have the bingo card request form up soon! Meant to have it done by today, but those real life obligations got in the way. It will be soon though, as we can’t wait to see what you all have in mind to create!

Here is an example of an aurebesh 2 bingo! (Also, I am just now realizing the 2's in the card are wrong. So, if you make a bingo in the style of how they are on the card, that is also 100% acceptable!)

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reneeofthestars · 1 year

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Peril on Patrol!

Forgot to post this! This is a fic that I had the privilege to write for @vodeanzine , a Clone Trooper Zine!

This piece features Sister, a clone trooper of the 212th!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45644128

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Sister could never decide if she loved or loathed being on patrol.

On the one hand, it was critical for the security of the base. She was proud that Commander Cody trusted her skills to be among the first line of defense.

On the other hand, it was painfully boring.

Well, “boring” wasn’t quite the right word. Patrolling the perimeter of the hastily-established base required Sister to be focused and disciplined, alert for anything that might signal a hostile presence. But a good patrol meant nothing happened, which often led to strung-out nerves for no reason. So, every clone regularly on patrol duty had developed the skill of keeping watch for anything out-of-place, while also using the opportunity to relax.

Now, Sister uttered a quiet laugh, filtered through her helmet.

“Don’t tell me you actually watch those Jedi romance holos?”

“Sure,” Wooley said, inclining his own bucket towards her. “Jedi romance, Deep Space horrors, Wild Space adventures, Shilian dramas – I haven’t found a genre I don’t like.”

Sister shook her head. “Romances are fine, but I can’t watch the Jedi ones with a straight face. Not now that I know they’re only people.” She pivoted suddenly and scanned the land behind them, hands tight on her blaster rifle. Rusty-red scrubgrass, arching silicone formations, and looming crimson plants surrounded them, but her HUD didn’t detect any movement, heat signatures, or electromagnetic signals. No sign of any Separatists or local fauna following them through the Anaxes forest. She walked backwards for a few paces before turning around again. “Still clear.”

“Figures.” Wooley did a brief scan of the foliage to the right before looking up as they passed beneath one of the red plants. “Y’know, those remind me of the piona jellyfish back on Kamino.”

Once he mentioned it, Sister couldn’t help but agree. Long, undulating tendrils dangled from the bulbous, blossoming tops; so similar to the frills that dragged lazily behind the incredibly toxic – and absurdly large – languid invertebrates that drifted through the Kaminoan seas.

“Uh, they are plants, right? Not some sort of creature lying in wait for a tasty clone to devour?” She deliberately maneuvered around a particularly long tendril.

Wooley shrugged. “Could be a clone-eating plant, too. You never know with this galaxy.”

And what a galaxy it was. In the short time she’d been outside of Kamino’s torrential storms, Sister had seen more creatures, people, and landscapes than her studies had prepared her for. She did another sweep of their surroundings. Still no droids or lifeforms around. The creatures here seemed skittish.

They lapsed back into silence as they climbed a particularly rocky slope. It proved to be a hill, set at a higher elevation than the land around it. They paused to catch their breath, and Sister gazed around. A light mist wrapped around their legs, hugging the ground and stretching as far as she could see, weaving among the stalks and trunks of the reddish land. Spires of rounded rocks dotted the landscape, casting long shadows as the sun sunk lower behind hazy mountains.

“Do you ever miss Kamino?” Wooley asked, staring at the sunset.

“No.”

Sister was surprised how quickly she answered. She’d answered so seriously, without thought, that her voice dropped nearly to her brothers’ pitch.

Wooley’s helmet tilted slightly. “Not even a little?”

She cleared her throat. “No,” she said again, raising her voice to a more comfortable pitch. “I never felt… safe. I don’t know about your division, but in Tipoca City, to be different was to risk disappearing. The Kaminoans didn’t like ‘different’.”

Wooley nodded, but didn’t say anything.

“But my brothers took care of me. They always protected me, always made me feel safe.” Kamino was never home to Sister; home was wherever her brothers were. She pulled herself out of her reverie. “Do you miss it?”

Wooley sounded sheepish as he admitted, “Sometimes. But I might just miss the idea of it. Life was so slow and steady back then, and now it’s nothing but movement, you know? Sometimes, I just want to have a chance to rest like we used to.”

“Rest will come.” She didn’t bother to say more; they were both thinking it. Sister adjusted some controls on her HUD and did another sweep. The Republic base was well-concealed in the distance, and only came up because she knew what she was looking for. Beyond that, no structures pinged on her scanners.

A comm notice popped up on Sister’s HUD. Moments later, Trapper’s voice crackled in her ear. “You two are standing out like sunburnt taun-tauns up there. If you’re done with your sightseeing, it looks like our patrol loops are about to intersect. Want to join up for the last leg?”

Wooley nodded, and Sister replied, “It’ll be good to have you.”

“See you in three minutes, vod.”

Together, Sister and Wooley began their descent down the other side of the hill. It was considerably steeper than what they’d just climbed, so it took some careful maneuvering.

As they got back below the treeline, Sister asked, “Where do you want to retire to?”

Wooley gave a startled laugh. “Retire to? I think we need to survive the war first.”

“C’mon, you’ve thought about it.” Sister bumped him gently with her shoulder. “We’ve all thought about it. Don’t get bogged down with the existentialism.” She paused, considering the landscape bathed in red sunset. “I’d get a bunch of brothers to settle on Christophsis. The land’s covered in these gorgeous turquoise crystals. The way the light catches at dawn and sunset – I’ve never seen so many colors.” After nearly a decade of the stark white walls of Kaminoan cities, she was determined to experience as many colors as her vision spectrum would allow.

Wooley was quiet as he thought. He parted a particularly dense patch of scrubgrass with his rifle before moving on. “Of the places I’ve been,” he said at length, “I think I’d like to live on Ryloth. The area we were in was hot, but there are a bunch of different biomes to roam between. I like the Twi’leks. They’re good people, and, I dunno … I’d like to help them, if I can.”

Heat signatures registered on Sister’s HUD. She held up a hand to quiet Wooley and adjusted the specs. She relaxed; the forms were clones.

“Trapper, how goes the western bank?” Wooley asked as the other two came around a low-grown plant. He took a moment to lean his blaster against a boulder and shake the stiffness out of his arms. Sister followed his lead; the tightness in her limbs relaxed and she took in a steadying breath.

“Nothing to report,” Trapper answered as he approached. “Unless you count a nesting viper that Longshot tripped over.”

“You said you wouldn’t bring it up,” Longshot grumbled from behind him, squaring his shoulders.

“I lied,” Trapper replied mildly.

Sister grinned at Longshot, even though he couldn’t see it. “I didn’t know you were here! You get reassigned?”

“My squad just got back from a survey on one of the orbital moons.” Her batchmate took off his bucket and wiped his brow. “Nothing there but a bunch of rocks.” Longshot pulled out his canteen and took a swig before offering it to Trapper.

“We’re not supposed to take our armor off –” Wooley started nervously, before Trapper thumped the canteen against his chestplate.

“Drink,” Trapper ordered. And Wooley removed his helmet to drink.

Sister removed her bucket too, shaking out her thick dark hair. The elastic holding her hair in place had broken an hour ago, and had been falling into her eyes.

As she fished around in her utility belt for a replacement, Trapper grinned. “It’s grown out a lot, eh? Looks good.”

“Grew fast at first,” she answered as she wound her hair around into a knot to fit under her helmet, “but it’s slowed down now. Hasn’t gone past my shoulders yet.” She fastened the elastic just as Wooley handed off the canteen. She took it gladly; she hadn’t realized how thirsty she was. As she lowered the container, she spied an odd expression on Longshot’s face. “What?”

He shook his head, smiling. “Nothing. Just – I was looking at a holo I have of us on Kamino. Your face is a lot softer – rounder, maybe – than it was then.”

“The rest of my weight’s redistributed too. I thought the saying about food going straight to the hips was an expression, but apparently not.” Sister toasted him with the canteen. “Hormones work wonders.”

Longshot took the canteen back from her, but before he pulled away, he clapped her on the shoulder and inclined his head. “I’m happy for you, Sister. We all are.”

Sister beamed and pressed her forehead against his. “Thank you, vod.”

They stood a moment more before Sister gave him a slightly-less-gentle headbutt. “I guess we’ve loitered long enough.” She donned her helmet, and the others followed suit. As they resumed their joint patrols, she said, “So, Wooley and I were talking about where we’d like to retire. He says Ryloth, I say Christophsis. What about you two?”

“Naboo,” Longshot answered immediately.

“You’ve been?”

He raised a shoulder in a half-shrug. “No. But you’ve seen the holos. It’s beautiful, peaceful. I think it would be nice to learn about art… or whatever else they teach there.”

“I suppose our education of the arts is severely lacking.”

“I could get used to life on Coruscant,” Trapper mused, trodding through a tangle of scrubgrass. “Plenty of nightlife, drinks, opportunities – never a dull moment.”

“This is your retirement, Trapper,” Wooley reminded him. “We’re talking about when we’re old and not good for fighting.”

Trapper shrugged. “Fighting’s what we’re for. I’m never not going to be good at it.”

Sister checked behind them for any movement. “Now I’m imagining Ninety-Nine in a fistfight in some seedy cantina with neon lights.”

“I’ll be lucky if I’m in Ninety-Nine’s shape by the time this war’s over.”

Sister laughed as she pushed aside a short tendrilled plant –

And almost walked right into a probe droid.

Sister reeled back as the droid let out a high mechanical whine of surprise, its numerous dangling limbs convulsing instinctively. Its black-domed head spun on its axis, bulbous lenses flashing as it swiveled to each of the clones.

“Blast it!” Trapper shouted.

Sister didn’t need to be told twice; adrenaline surged through her veins. She felt a smug satisfaction that the stress of patrol wasn’t unwarranted this time. She sprinted to the right as Wooley lunged left, Trapper charging forward as Longshot backed up to get a better aim.

But the droid recovered as quickly as the clones. It spun into the air, red blaster bolts screaming down around them. Sister dove behind a boulder for cover, rock fragments splintering around her, and spotted Longshot taking a defensive position in a shallow crevasse, Wooley darting through a thick grove of the red plants.

Trapper didn’t look for cover; he raced straight towards the droid, trying to draw its fire.

It worked.

The droid’s lens narrowed in on Trapper, its extra blaster ports recalibrating –

Sister raised her blaster rifle and fired. The antenna comm system jutting from the dome exploded, Wooley’s shot disabled the main blaster with a spark and a flash of blue, and Longshot’s careful aim left the droid short-circuiting, broken shards where its main photo receptor had been.

The probe droid sputtered in the air a moment more, then tumbled to the ground with the groan of electronics and the crash of metal.

Trapper didn’t take any chances. He put one, two, three more bolts through the droid’s chassis in quick succession.

The silence was almost as deafening as the sudden blasterfire. Sister pivoted, narrowing her scanners, sweeping the area for any more droids. There were none.

“A scout?” Longshot growled as they gathered around the husk of metal.

Wooley was already tapping into the comms. “Patrol Osk to Base, come in, Base.”

Squatting down, Sister knocked more of the chassis apart, peering into the sparking wires and metal bits. The comms crackled a moment more before Commander Cody’s voice sounded in their helmets. “Base here. Status report.”

“We just ran across a Separatist probe droid,” Wooley said above her. “It’s destroyed now, but we don’t know where it came from.”

“Did it transmit a signal?”

They all exchanged a look. “No way to tell, sir.”

There was a pause, then the Commander switched to full-range comms. “I want all patrols back to Base immediately. All forces are to pull back while we evaluate a new situation.”

“Yes, sir,” all four of them said at once.

Her brothers made as if to start moving, but Sister didn’t stand; she plunged her hands into the depths of the droid, doing her best to avoid the still-live wiring.

Longshot looked down at her. “What are you doing?”

“Getting its brain,” she replied as her gloved fingers found their target. She gave a sharp twist, and the processor fell into her hands. She withdrew it, holding the rectangular object up. “Might have something useful on it.”

Trapper nodded. “Good thinking, Sister. C’mon. Let’s get moving.”

They set out at a brisk pace, keeping alert as they moved through the strange red forest.

Sister wasn’t worried; not when she had her brothers with her. Whatever happened, they’d face it together.

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wanderinginksplot · 9 months

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Trapper

Trapper is a lesser-known trooper in the 212th attack battalion. More specifically, Trapper belongs to the Recon Division. He took part in such notable events as the Battle of Malastare, the Zillo Beast incident, and the second Republic offensive on Geonosis.

Trapper + Loan - gn!reader - 2.3k words. Reader is talked into playing sabaac with a group of 212th troopers. You don’t have anything to bet, but Trapper volunteers to be your financial backer.

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itsstrangelypermanent · 2 years

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For the hurt/comfort, could you do number 14 with any of the 212th?

—eyayah-oya

@eyayah-oya

From this post here, I present to you the 212th being a lovable dumpster fire.

(I have a few more to do... I was planning on doing these at work but this rotation is a hot mess, so they're taking a smidge longer than I was hoping.)

Prompt: Let me take care of things for once, alright?

Crys knew full well Trapper saw his hand twitching against his leg, even in the dim light of the command tent.

He also knew full well that Cody couldn’t, not with his back turned and bucket still on.

The 212th had been hit, and hurt, badly over the day, the Seppies somehow getting the range for their munitions stocks and motor pools.

The explosions had been rather spectacular, so he’d been told.

He’d been in one of the underground bunkers, cycling slicing programs as they attempted to hack the Separatist’s comms. Luckily, there had been few casualties overall… sentient ones, anyway.

Shifts was still rather bitter over the death of his AT-RT.

Their Jedi, on the other hand, was, to quote Helix, “A karking di’kut disaster magnet with the pea-brain of a Gungan.”

That Kenobi didn’t dispute the claim was proof of it.

Granted, the man was drugged up to his proverbial eyebrows, but he didn’t dispute it.

Also he was missing most of his left eyebrow, as it had been scorched off by the firestorm started by their fuel dump igniting, so perhaps the point was a bit mute.

Cody, on the other hand…

Cody’s normally pristine armor (and yes, every trooper wondered exactly how he managed to keep it so clean despite the environment) was streaked with soot to the point he looked like one of Commander Gree’s urban recon troopers. The synth fabric that compromised his gloves was actually burnt through, making it look like he was wearing fingerless models.

His fingernails were cracked and ragged, down to the quick.

And he hadn’t taken his bucket off yet, despite Kenobi being safely squirreled away by Helix and his medics, despite the chaos of the barrage settling after the fires were put out.

Unless Crys was missing his guess, which wasn’t very likely, Cody had somehow managed to avoid Helix and his hovering tendencies thanks to Kenobi being down for the count.

Given Trapper’s subtle signing back, he agreed.

[Play decoy? Distract primary medic.]

Trapper’s opinion of this strategy was a look of horror. [Sacrificial nerf?] His signs were frantic, eyes wide.

[Worries unfounded. Armor not edible.]

It was clear Trapper found this reassurance somewhat lacking, but he excused himself and shuffled out… with only a mild stink-eye.

Crys waved him off and tabbed over his datapad, cycling a few security systems to make sure they’d have privacy for a while. He’d known Cody since they’d been stuck in some of the same tech classes back on Kamino, and had been personally picked to lead the, as the commander so glibly put it, ‘the tech nerds’ of the 212th.

He’d been thrilled at the time, still was really. It gave him a lot of opportunities to help both the GAR as a whole and his brothers.

Cody had often used him as an unofficial sounding board, and they’d been known to theorycraft late into the night cycle.

Now… he was being given a new opportunity.

One to make sure his di’kut ori’vod wasn’t going to fall over on them. If Cody and Kenobi were both out of commission, they’d likely be seconded, at least temporarily, to Skywalker.

Kark everything about that.

“Commander?” he broke the silence he wasn’t entirely sure Cody was aware of.

Definitely wasn’t, by the way he swung around, nearly turning into the table he’d been leaning on.

“Lieutenant.” It was hard to tell through the vocoder, but he was pretty sure Cody was slurring.

He had a split second to make a decision, to, as Commander Monnk so often said, ‘sink or swim’.

Kriff him sideways.

“Can you come with me for a moment, sir? I need you to check something for me.”

Well, he committed. Now Cody just needed to take the bait.

For a moment, it seemed he wouldn’t. His shoulders noticeably sagged, his ragged fingertips digging into the tabletop. But, this was Cody. There was only the moment of vulnerability, then his shoulders squared slowly. “For a moment,” he allowed, and yes, he was definitely slurring. “After, I need to check the reports from the western encampment.” His words were over-enunciated, like he was trying too hard to seem like he was fine.

Crys added that to a quick popup message on his datapad and sent it off to Trapper. Check all you want, Cody, there’d be nothing there to check.

He shoved his datapad into his pack and stood, then banked on his luck and waved Cody along behind him.

–

He’d been right.

Cody was so out of it he didn’t realize that Crys had led him back to his own tent.

He was also so out of it that, after a moment of standing, hunched, under the center of the low roof, he hadn’t protested when Crys started carefully pulling his armor off. His belt and ammo pouches came off first - this was Cody, after all. Better eliminate any friendly fire-type injuries before they could even become a possibility. The man himself was a weapon, he didn’t need help.

That Cody didn’t fight him taking his bucket off was more proof that he was very much not all right. Narrating softly throughout, reciting pertinent bits of information from reports received since the bombardment, he kept up a low and chattering one-sided conversation as he stripped him down to his blacks and got him onto his bunk.

Probable concussion. Probable cracked ribs. Definite broken fingers. Burns, first through third degree, though he’d somehow managed to avoid cooking himself completely, like a bad can of rations in his armor.

By all rights, he should call Helix.

He could, but…

Cody, still out of it, was slightly more aware than he had been.

“Need to check the casualty reports,” he managed to slur out, even as Crys began plotting what he’d need.

“Of course you do, sir,” he soothed as he tapped out the beginnings of a list on his datapad, then pushed him back down to the mattress.

“And talk to the quartermasters.”

“Yes, yes.”

“Obi-Wan-”

He managed to not quirk an eyebrow and made a mental note to not ever bring that up. What his COs did in their free time was their business, despite just how intriguing he found it.

“He’s fine, Commander. Helix has him. Now… let me take care of things for once, alright?” He pulled out the first aid kit he knew Cody kept under his bunk, that he always kept under his bunk, and opened a package of gauze. “Let me see your hand, ‘lek?”

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aldrendaux · 5 months

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Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody, Boil (Star Wars), Trapper (Star Wars) Additional Tags: CC-2224 Cody needs a nap, Obi-Wan Needs a Nap, Platonic Cuddling Summary:

In the midst of a desperate campaign, Obi-Wan and a ragged band of his men dig in to protect a village. But the village has a secret and villagers who seek to separate Obi-Wan from his own men.

#clone wars #fic rec #tcw #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #clone trooper boil #clone trooper trapper

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hottestclonetournament · 1 year

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Round 2c Part 5

Good on Dogma for killing Pong Krell, he shouldn't have gotten in trouble for that

#star wars #tcw #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #tcw dogma #clone trooper dogma #tcw trapper #clone trooper trapper #hottest clone tournament #round 2c #round 2 #polls

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amberskyyking · 6 months

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Chapter 23: You Leave Your Clone Bestie Alone For Five Minutes And Look What Happens. Now He's Got (More) Trauma.

I love this art my friend YueYume did for Luz and Nox so it's getting re-posted on this chapter cause they're soft and sweet cinnamon rolls who deserve all the hugs <3

For the eleventh night in a row, Luz sat towards the back of 79’s, absentmindedly stirring a sliver of unmelted ice in her untouched drink. Her friend Ridgeback sat opposite her in stoic silence, tracing the deep purple lines marking the helmet in his hands, his brows furrowed. The bar had been subdued since word of Krell’s carnage spread. The rumors were wild and varied, but no matter the version they heard, no clone was immune to such an unforgiving betrayal. It seemed the place was collectively holding its breath, waiting for the return of their brothers and confirmation of the truth of the events on Umbara.

The ice had nearly dissipated when the doorway pounded open. Chairs scraped and tables creaked as several conversations paused and everyone swiveled to see who stood there. Luz looked up hopefully with the rest and several clones with telling orange markings on their armor trudged inside. Rather than the usual disappointed sighs and returns to hushed conversations, the stares held and the silence thickened until a single man stepped forward.

“Let me get you a drink, vod,” He spoke solemnly, clasping a hand on the first clone’s shoulder. Others began to rise and follow suit, inviting their brothers for drinks in support of their return. Luz and Ridgeback stood.

“I see Sneers,” Ridgeback grunted. Luz nodded and he lumbered into the crowd. Just as she was about to follow a familiar soldier in orange emerged and met her gaze.

“Trapper!” She cried, closing the gap between them and pulling him in for a hug. “You made it. I’m so glad you made it…” she trailed off, looking over his shoulder in anticipation and dread at the remaining faces.

“Not everyone who made it wanted to come out,” Trapper sighed, returning the embrace. “Don’t give up if you don’t see them now.”

Luz let out a shaky breath at his words. “I won’t make you talk about it tonight… I bet you’ve had to relive it enough already.”

“Much appreciated.” He sounded so exhausted. She released him from her grip and gestured towards the table.

“Want to just… get a drink? Play some Sabaac?” She suggested. “I’ve never been that good, but-”

“That sounds perfect,” Trapper said appreciatively. Luz gestured for him to sit and hurried off to grab them each a fresh mug of ale. She had a million questions, but she and Crow had agreed not to push the survivors for details right away. Having answers won’t change what happened anyways, she reminded herself. Everything will come out soon enough. Even if the unknowns made her stomach churn…

Full Chapter (and story!): You Leave Your Clone Bestie Alone For Five Minutes And Look What Happens. Now He's Got (More) Trauma.

#star wars fanfiction #clone wars fanfiction #starwarsficnetwork #star wars fanart #clone troopers need a hug #clone troopers deserve better #clone trooper oc #umbara arc #clone trooper trapper #fuck pong krell

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yukipri · 8 months

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The Prime Override - Chapter 58 is up!

Jango - Lukewarm

Sorry that it's been a while! I just have simply not had the time to write, and it's been frustrating me to tears but it is what it is. Just doing my best!

Anyway an update at last! And this fic has also just hit 300K words wtf??? (and much more if you count the chapter endnotes lmao)

This chapter: Jango is stuffed in a crate. He also encounters a familiar face.

In the docking bay, Trapper moves away from the open, cleaner side that they had landed in with all of the Kaminoan ships, and towards a corner with dingy little ships for the miscellaneous other transports unrelated to the GAR. He leads them to a ship that is pathetically small for a cargo ship, and has certainly seen better days. Someone is lounging against the open door, in mildly cleaner clothing than Trapper’s. Given how short and slender they are, Jango judges they’re either an adolescent clone, or perhaps not a clone at all. “I was wondering what was keeping you, darling,” a distinctly feminine voice says. “Shut up, I’m on time,” Trapper grumbles, and simply tosses the crate in through the open door. His partner laughs and moves to the side to avoid getting hit, even as Jango grunts because the hover function doesn’t quite cushion the crate enough, and it skids into the hold with an awful screech. The doors close, and Trapper just leaves Jango there in the main hold, presumably to go pilot. This leaves Jango without a view of his own surroundings, and alone with Trapper’s mysterious partner.

> > Read Ch 58 on AO3

#ThePrimeOverride #YukiPri writes #AO3 #Jango Fett #Clone Trooper Trapper #AOTC #Should I have edited this more? probably but i'm at my wits end so here 'tis!

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lablass-2882 · 11 months

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Taliyah Fett (Clone kiddo sheet part 2)

Part two of this project of sorts. Anyway I am super happy with how this turned out. Especially Tally's legs. Trying to figure out how her prosthetics would work was a bit of an issue. Her helmet was another issue to think about. I'm not 100% sure on it yet, but I am leaning towards having it work similar to how Echo's helmet works in Bad Batch.

The rest of her bio is below the cut. Enjoy.

Tally or Taliyah Fett

-Age: Roughly 19 years old as of 3278 LY or 7978 C.R.C. So, she is about a year younger than Aurora.

-Gender: Female.

-Looks: light purple-blueish hair, dark skin, and yellow/orange eyes. (Think like Chiss eyes but yellow in color.) Pointed ears and sharp fangs. Dark purple horns grow out from her head. One is broken. She is about 5’8” with a muscular build.

-Race: She is half clone (Mandolarian) and Lesser Infernal (Space tiefling.)

-Story:

The daughter of Clone Soldier Trapper and an Infernal woman named Zirah. The two met and fell in love near the end of the war. Not long after order 66 was given, Trapper got hit in the head and blackout. When he woke up, he was alone and had a monster headache. So, he called Zirah, and she filled him in on what was going on. (Plus, she removed his chip.) The two went into hiding almost immediately. Well, until Rex found them and recruited them into the rebellion. Tally happened about a year later.

Settling down in a small village on a middle ring planet, Tally lived an ideal life with her parents. Given the town’s remoteness, their home was a perfect safe house for people escaping the empire. With all sorts of people and faces passing through. That was until the Inquisitors appeared looking for a rumored Jedi hiding in the nearby mountains. Trapper and Zirah did their best to protect their home, but they could do little against the Sith.

The Inquisitors destroyed the village in an attempt to flush out the rumored Jedi. Tally’s parents were killed, and she was badly injured. Ahsoka, along with Rex and Cody, found Tally in the aftermath of the destruction. They saved her life but at the cost of her legs.

The story beats from there; Cody takes Tally back to The Den to be healed. He adopts her and raises her in the rebellion. At some point, she gets prosthetic legs. She meets and befriends Aurora. And when the two are old enough, they join the fight against the empire.

-Fun Facts:

Loves spicy foods

Is a total klutz

Has a weird second sense when it comes to directions. She never gets lost.

Best hand-to-hand fighter in the rebellion. (Bullies beware)

Favorite colors are lavender and pale yellow

Very short-tempered.

She will deny to her dying day that she has a fear of spiders.

#my art #star wars the clone wars #crack au idea #clone kiddos au #commander cody #212th battalion #clone trooper trapper #space tiefling oc #clone ocs #i might draw Zirah out in the future #Tally's helmet was a pain to figure out omg #But i am happy with how this turned out #more to come soon #star wars

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