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chica-dee-dee · 3 months
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Got caught :/
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galaxyofjedi · 7 months
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chopper-base · 2 years
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Jesse: where the kriff is my helmet?
Echo: I can't find my chest plate!
Hardcase: all of my arm pieces are missing??
Kix: who hid my leg armor?
Rex: my shoulder pauldron is gone?
Fives: *wearing all of the missing armor peices* I AM THE 501ST!! MWAHAHAH!!!
Rex:
Jesse:
Hardcase:
Echo: how has he survived this long??
Kix: you. You are the reason he has survived this long-
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milkmanviii · 8 months
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A clone trooper dice set I made with some clones from the 501st legion. I carved the helmets from plaster first and then made a mould to make more. I then painted them with acrylic paint and set them into dice.
I’m still yet to learn how to reliably not sand the numbers off the D20 but I did learn to carve some of the numbers back in and pretend it never happened so…
I also probably should use blanks for stuff like this because I definitely sanded into some of these.
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mythical-illustrator · 8 months
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More sexy clones for the evening
@freesia-writes it's not howzer but I think you'll appreciate them anyway
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Captain Rex which...I've been very excited to draw him 🤣
hardcase is .... 😍
Jesse is 💋😘
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ihuntmonsters · 2 years
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Hardcase: KIIIIX THERE’S A MONSTER UNDER MY BED!! IT’S REALLY UGLY AND SCARY!!! HELP!
Jesse, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you
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clonemedickix · 7 months
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Finally got around to finishing this request by @sunshinesdaydream of her boi, Hardcase. Had fun putting him in 79’s.
If you’d like to be tagged for WIP or new art, click here
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arctrooper69 · 1 year
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Ghosts of You
A long lost friend guides you home
A/N: I was accidentally thinking sad things again. Sorry.
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Warnings: Reader is dying. Death. Sadness.
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The bright white walls of the medbay seemed duller tonight. It was always so cold in here - so lonely. You didn't think you'd be alone when you died, and you knew you were; the pain had dulled a while ago, giving way to a strange, heavy numbness. There were no bright lights beckoning, no angelic choirs, no one calling through the Force. You were truly alone.
"Hey, pretty girl." a familiar voice called from the doorway. You jumped, turning your head towards the voice you knew so well - a voice you hadn't heard in quite some time.
"Hardcase!?"
His honey eyes twinkled with that warm, cheeky smile you missed so much. "I'm here, baby. It's been a long time."
"How...?"
He sat on the bed next to you, laying a finger on your lips, and winked. "I waited for you. Just like you asked. It's time to come home now, Mesh'la. I'm so proud of you."
"I missed you so much!" your voice cracked, tears trickling down the sides of your cheeks. He watched them sadly. You felt safe now. The sharp white chaos of the medbay had given way to a quiet peace. Hardcase was here. Truly here. Maybe you wouldn't be alone after all.
"I know, baby. I missed you too." He held out his hand with a twinkle in his eye, silently asking for yours.
"One last adventure, Mesh'la?"
"I'd follow you anywhere, Hardcase."
"Well come on then, General. My brothers are waiting."
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suck-a-egg · 10 months
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Hardcase: I've swallowed enough microchips and shit them back out again to make a computer. This arm has been ripped off completely and re-attached with this fuckin' arm.
Kix: I don't know that that's possible...I mean medically...
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sunshinesdaydream · 5 months
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Hiya! For the kiss prompt, what do you think about
"So, does this mean you feel the same way, or ..."
With reader x Hardcase?
Thank you!!
First kiss with my beloved? ANY TIME. Thanks for the ask!
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“I’m here to help!” Hardcase announced his arrival to you when he was at your elbow, making you jump.  His sudden appearance is the only surprise. He had come at every opportunity since the first time he had been assigned to assist in cargo.  You suspected him of trading other duties and knew he was volunteering during his down hours. The longer it had gone on you became more sure that this wasn’t a passing interest that many of the troopers had shown.
“Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you,mesh’la,” he says.
“It’s okay, I was about to go to lunch,” You say, knowing he is here on his free time right now. “Would you like to join me?”
That took him by surprise and he stammers, “Yeah, yeah that would be nice.” Then he pauses and rubs the back of his neck, “Can I um talk to you first?”
“Yes?” You ask, smiling up at him innocently.  You were sure now, but were going to mess with him just a little bit.
His eyes dart around the huge open cargo bay. “Somewhere else?” he asks, a tone of desperation in his voice.
“My office?” you suggest. And then without waiting for an answer, lead the way to the tiny closet of an office where you did formwork.  It wasn’t much bigger than could hold your desk and chair.
Once inside you could see he was much more agitated. “I wanted to tell, I mean ask,” he begins, “I… you…I should be better at this,”
You decide to put him out of his misery and step closer and kiss his bottom lip lightly as you slide your hands over his shoulders.
With a small gasp he says, "So, does this mean you feel the same way, or ..."
You pull him down towards you and interrupt him again, kissing him more intensely. Only interrupted this time by his grin.  “Yes,” you murmur against that grin. “Now kiss me like you mean it,”
“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” he responded with a chuckle, as he pulled you closer to do as you demanded.
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fettclonegifs · 2 years
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"Hey, how's it coming?"
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"Tricky piece of hardware."
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"Krell's got Jesse staking ordinance."
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"I'm still waiting for Krell to thank us for handing this base over to him."
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Hardcase and Fives from The Clone Wars season 4 episode 9 "Plan of Dissent"
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mrsct7567 · 2 years
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Inviting the 501st to a pool party (part 1?)
Rex
He reluctantly accepted your invite because it was you who asked him AND he was hesitant to be around his brothers at your family friends place the ones who actually owned a pool hoping they wouldn’t totally trash the place and he would be the one responsible. But you assured him it would be fine and if they did do a little rough housing you would deal with them. “Don’t worry this is a rare time for you guys to have time off I want you to feel relaxed and have fun a little” you tell him. He smiles “alright, but don’t let Hardcase have too much to drink if he comes” he warned. You smiled “so it’s a yes?” You ask. He sighed, “I can promise they’ll be on their best behavior” he warns you giggle “I’m sure they’ll behave just fine. Besides the people who own the place know me. Don’t t worry about it” that makes him feel a little better. You place a hand on his shoulder, “will you still come?” You ask again. He gives a small smile “Yeah. Beats doing paperwork” he quips.
Fives
He was over the moon when you invited him over to swim. “Wait are you bringing drinks??” He asked excitedly. “Yes and food and snacks whatever you need” you tell him. He breaks out in a face splitting grin. “AW SWEET” he comes down from his excited high and looks at you with a quirked brow. “And what may I ask will you be wearing?” A smug grin plastered on his face. “A swim suit” you say flatly placing your hands on your hips. “Yes but what kind of bathing suit?” He pushes playfully. You scowl at him “not the kind your thinking of” you berate. He tsks quietly “eh I guess I’ll still come” he teases.
Echo
“Wait where?” He asks. “Swimming! I know someone who lets my family and I use their pool when they are off planet.” You tell him. “And you want me to come?” He asks again. “Maker yes Echo! You’re brothers said they would come too” you smile. “Okay so you want us to come over to swim? For fun?” You laugh. “Yes! And eat in between but it will be fun!” You say, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. He tenses, then places a finger on his chin tapping thoughtfully and you giggle at the gesture. “Look you don’t have to come. I thought since you guys have the time off all together it would be fun to do something with all of us. To you know relax, have fun” you tell him feeling like it’s the 100th time of trying to convince him. He smiles. “Then I guess if your buying the food…” he teases. You roll your eyes. “So it’s a yes?” You ask leaning in slightly. “Sure” he says. You smile “good I’ll see you there” you say and turn to make your way back around. “Wait, you got Rex to come??”
Jesse
“You want me to what?” You roll your eyes. “I just told you! I would love for you to come with us to swim over at a family friends pool they let us use” you explain. He hums. “You sure this isn’t a excuse to get me wet and half naked?” He flirts. You scoff. “No” you say (even though it’s was only half true) ”Can I be in charge of music?” He asks. You think it over. “That’s gonna be a hard maybe” you tell him. “I’ll take it” he grins.
Kix
He gives you a confused look. He places his hands on his hips then cocks a brow at you. “Well I do have some reports I need to finish…it’s only gonna be for a couple hours you said?” He asks pulling out his data pad to skim over his schedule. “Yes. At 13:00” you say bouncing slightly on the balls if your feet. “I could probably take a break or two” he smirks. You smile “great I’ll see you then?” You ask. “Yeah, why not?” You’re about to walk away when you remember something. “Oh! Can I ask a favor?” You ask he nods. “I know Hardcase doesn’t come back till later but could you ask if he can come? I’ll send you the details later” you say. “Yeah I’m sure he will. He likes you, you know. It’d be shocking g if he says ‘no’” you feel your face grow bright red. “Alright we’ll thanks again” you say and leave before he notices your blushing.
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galaxyofjedi · 6 months
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chopper-base · 2 years
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Rex: goddammit, you two! What di-
Echo: *sprays him with the spray bottle*
Rex: *extremely confused*
Echo: *completely straight faced* no yelling at the children.
Fives & Hardcase: *scared*
Rex: I swear, if you spra-
Echo: *sprays him again* and no threatening the ARC troopers.
Rex:
Echo:
Rex:
Echo:
Echo: *runs*
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saltyladynightmare · 2 years
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Jiliu AU 8.1
Beginning, Previous, Next, Masterlist
A/N:
Long time, no read, my dear audience. I could give you many, many excuses, but I won't. I'll spare you the salt. I hope this chapter, long though it might be, makes up for some of the wait. I have missed writing. More is to follow.
Warnings:
Anakin, Rex and Jesse all think they know things but they don't, even though they can now technically read each other's minds. My typical grammar, spelling and punctuation mistakes, medical inaccuracies, my attempts at writing panic attacks (or the left overs of panic attacks? Was that last chapter? IDK, there is so much here. It might be anxiety????), the clones' situation in general. Mention of starvation, over working, sleep dep, and all the other fun times the Guard go through. Evil Rats.
Also. I cannot write Hardcase to save my life. I love him, but I don't understand him. It is Becoming a Problem. It is incredibly upsetting. If anyone has any character study recs for him, I would be very happy to read them.
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The General handed one of the many, many datapads scattered across the table to Ridge, gesturing expressively with his hands, mouth moving a click a second.
Rex sipped at the water that was so important to his jetii, watching his men and their General interact thoughtfully.
They were reviewing Skywalker's ideas for shielding. The General had vetoed his earlier 'solar system' idea himself for reasons that weren't entirely clear to Rex—something about closed circuits?— but had quickly moved on to explaining a technique he was describing as layered mirrors. While he talked, he swiped through no less than fourteen different datapads scattered across the table top, leaving them open to various documents from the Jedi Archives that apparently supported his idea. As if any of them cared about what the holobooks said.
For his part, Rex had taken a step back.
He had never seen General Skywalker like this outside of the heat of battle, when he shed the cloak of Adviser and Force Sensitive Wild Card he had wrapped himself in so tightly since—Rex really, really hoped—well before he had been assigned to Torrent.
Oh, sure, Rex had seen brief flashes of it in campaign planning in the three weeks he had known him, but it rarely became more than an interesting fact about the local culture that revealed where the heaviest defenses would be, or pointing out what the air currents must be with the land scape being what it was, and even a warning to avoid a then-unknown droid infested valley once.
Anakin Skywalker, newly Knighted Jedi General, adamantly left the planning to Rex and his Lieutenants.
If he was honest with himself, and Rex tried to be, the only reason Rex knew Skywalker was holding himself back was because of what happened when Rex's plans failed.
Every time, without fail, General Skywalker stepped up, and started barking orders. When they needed a miracle, he pulled one out of thin air, or possibly even the Force. As a suicide company, they often needed miracles. Somehow, someway, it worked out better than Rex could have ever hoped...even if the General's plans were more than a little fish-brained. This last mission was just the latest in a string of bad missions.
Bottom line was that it worked. Every. Single. Time. Rex didn't understand it, but he was well past the point of caring now.
He just wished...he could have a genuine conversation with the mind that could spit out fully formed strategies between one moment and the next. Except the General had stepped onto the Resolute with walls sealed water tight around his center.
Then-Rex hadn't cared. Here was just one more being for him to work around. Here was an obstacle that could and likely would order his vod'e to their deaths if given half a reason, or even no reason at all.
Then-Rex was wrong.
Rex had asked himself more than a few times on various missions if his attitude been the thing that well and truly cut him off from the General. Was it something Rex had done? Or was it a learned behavior from well before Rex had ever known Anakin Skywalker existed?
Rex knew which he hoped it wasn't, even if the alternative was worse in regards to the General's life before Torrent, which was already looking pretty bleak to begin with. Lonely.
Kix's exhausted voice draws Rex out of his thoughts. "It all sounds feasible to me, General," he said. "How should we begin?"
The General nods. He was...nervous, Rex realized with surprise. Anxious, almost.
"We can try the shielding in a little while, then, when you've all settled a little more," the General says, no hint of his nerves in his voice. Kix didn't look at Rex, but he could still feel the glare. Rex narrows his eyes at the medic. What was he supposed to do—convince the telepath that they could handle an experiment not even half an hour after he'd sliced into their heads? Right. "In the mean time, we have a few decisions to make. There are choices. We need supplies, and from what I can tell, we aren't getting them, and we won't be." Ghost Blue eyes, only a few shades off from Torrent Blue if their paint looked like it glowed, flick from Vod to Vod.
They nod in agreement, because denying it would do them and their vod'e no favors.
"Our first choice is this: we can either make do with what we get..." The General trails off, near buzzing with the nervousness he wasn't showing. When they don't say anything, simply waiting, he continues. "Or...we get those supplies outside of...official channels."
Rex's spine snapped straight. What?
Jesse cleared his throat. "That's...not a bad idea..." he said quietly.
Ridge crossed his arms, frowning. "Maybe not, but how do you propose we do that?"
The General shrugged almost helplessly. He probably hadn't expected them to take him seriously. It was a trend Rex might've actually hated. Admittedly, if they had been any other group of Vod'e, he likely would have had his work cut out for him convincing them to take this course, but they were Torrent. They had been on their own for long enough to seize any chance to add any amount of padding separating themselves and Death at every opportunity. "I have some ways...I know some people," he admitted sheepishly. "It takes work, but," his eyes met Rex's, and his mouth curved into a hint of a smile, "I don't think any of you have a problem with that."
They did not.
They couldn't afford to.
Denal watched the General somberly. "If we had been assigned to another command, were you planning on giving us this information?"
Anakin shrugged again, and he ducked his head down uncomfortably. "I was going to direct you to Guide. He's a Vod in the Coruscant Guard—"
Rex blinked, baffled. Why would he direct them to a Corrie?
"—and I've shown him a lot of...this kind of thing." The General fiddled with some of the wires on his table. Rex watched his fingers, tracking the slight hitch of the new mechanical fingers. Where had his other mech hand gone? It had been a much better quality. Rex pointedly ignored the insistence in the back of his mind telling him that the General did not fidget, that for him to be doing so now said /something/, even if Rex did not know what. "If you decide this is a good way to go, I'm still going to involve him because I...still can't leave this room without having a seizure."
Everyone winced. Coming out of hyperspace had been unpleasant for everyone.
The General continued, unbothered. "To get raw credits, sabacc or other card games are possibilities, as is betting on various pod races, though the latter is a lot more likely to get you arrested. Credits aren't really necessary, because several of the people I'll be sending you to are usually more than pleased to trade services for goods," he explained, fingers twisting wires and fingernails screwing tiny screws in place. Was he actually building something? "Those goods can then be traded for other things that we can actually make use of, or even trade again for something else."
This all sounded very good. Rex really only saw one rather major obstacle.
Jesse piped up, voicing Rex's thoughts. "We may have issues getting to those places without you, sir." He met General Skywalker's eyes unflinchingly. Warning of danger ahead was his job as a scout, and the General had always heeded him before. "Not every place is as welcoming as the Temple."
The General nodded in agreement, then said rather dryly, "Helmets or masks with hoods are high fashion in those parts."
That...made sense.
Rex's men made their own noises of understanding, and the General went on.
"There are more places that are clone friendly than just 79s, Jesse," Skywalker—and it was Anakin Skywalker saying this, not General Skywalker—told him with the upmost seriousness, "and if we do this thing, than you're going to be visiting quiet a few of those places. Even if those places are homes of people who are more concerned about whether or not you take off you shoes before leaving the foyer, than if you have a perfectly unique face."
Hardcase fiddled with the cuff of his gloves. "Foyer?" He asked almost hesitantly. As hesitantly as Hardcase was about anything.
"Mm," The General hummed. "Foyer. There's a woman, an older Rodian, named Miz. Met her a few years ago, and fixed her air filters and cooling unit. Very good shot with her pistol, and vicious about keeping her spaces clean, so if you don't take your shoes at the door, she will shoot you point blank." Rex would be concerned about how amused the General sounded, but he had seen his jetti do and say crazier. "She's one of the better people at pointing me in the right direction when I'm looking for something in particular."
He looked them over them while they processed this.
One of the biggest challenges Torrent faced with every mission was limited medical supplies. Only having four official medics didn't help, but they could work with that. That being said, no medic, however capable, could do much of anything without even basic supplies, like bandages.
Another obstacle was weaponry. They had blasters for every trooper, but amo ran dry in the middle of missions far more often than anyone was comfortable with. Energy cells could be and were recharged before, during and after missions to alleviate some of that strain, but there was only so much they could do when the standard issue energy cells they were given stopped holding charge every five or so recharges.
Food was...also a concern. There was only so much they could do to stretch rations when under fire.
This...could work.
Rex's bones just about turned to gel, and it was only sheer willpower that kept him from running shaking fingers over his buzz. He had known Torrent had been missing out with the General holding himself back as he had been, but he will admit he hadn't realized the true extent of that truth until now.
Thank the Force Skywalker had finally decided to accept his place among them.
Maybe now they could show him what support felt like on the other end of it.
"How are you feeling now?" The General broke the silence that had settled over them. "Are you ready to learn how to shield a bond?"
No. They were not.
"As we'll ever be, sir," Jesse said anyway.
Hesitation touched the skin between the General's eyebrows. He had, of course, heard what they weren't saying, how they very much did not want to shield anything much less their brand new bonds, but visibly steeled himself, and began explaining the shielding process her had lead Rex himself through earlier.
Rex knew why the General was so insistent on the shielding; he did. He didn't want his jetii experiencing his nightmares either. This knowledge did not make forming and then /holding/ a shield up any easier.
Mind to mind wasn't quite the same with a wall between the participants.
Hoping to help his vod'e with this uncomfortable process, Rex wordlessly passed his understanding of Bond shielding along. The thanks they send back to him in the slant of their shoulders spoke volumes.
Eventually, all of them manage to erect 'thin' shields over their 'side' of the Force Bond under their own power. If the slight crinkles between eye brows, or slight dips in the corners of mouths and the slant of armored shoulders was anything to go by, each and every one of them was just as unhappy with the success as Rex himself was.
Curling into himself almost apologetically, but also looking like he didn't regret making them learn to shield the bond, the General rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. Rex caught his gaze, and held it. The General blinked at him, questioningly. Rex blinked back slowly.
What next, General?
The General stared into Rex's eyes blankly for several seconds. Rex watched in fascination as thoughts zipped through Skywalker's eyes faster than Rex could track. Raindrops on Kamino.
Anakin really wanted to know what Rex expected from him.
The thought flew out of nowhere to nail Rex right in the forehead, and he flinched back.
What in haren was that?
While Rex flailed mentally, scrambling, a new thought struck like lightning. Rex froze, a looming sense of terror rising to curl above him. He shoved it away. His vod'e's head snap around to pin him in place with glares of various intensities. Hardcase missed the mark entirely, but Denal's was particularly searching, and Kix's, as always, was by far the most fiery. He ignored them.
What could they do? Test it.
Skywalker—and he was Skywalker, Rex forcefully reminded himself, as that is how he introduced himself, and so that is what Rex would call him—was the one to voice it.
"If you can barely stand some of the lightest shielding I have ever seen..." he said slowly, "how are you going to handle having two heavy-duty artificial shields between us?"
Jesse swore. Hardcase swallowed hard, eyes darting from Vod to Vod before settling back on Rex again. Ridge stiffened, and Denal paled. Kix, the mir'sheb he was, just grimaced, not particularly surprised.
It would be nice if Kix would share his thoughts more often, Rex laminated to himself. If only so things would stop taking Rex by surprise so often.
Rex gathered himself, just long enough to feel more solid, then said what they were all thinking anyway. "We'll have to send two out to test it." The words came out of his mouth as anything did, but the film they left on his teeth and tongue was bitter. He put the glass of water, half finished, in a clear spot on the table. His fingers quivered slightly as they left the glass, so he curled them into his palm.
What else could they do? It wasn't like they could stay in this room forever. They had to go back to the rest of Torrent at some point.
Its not like they hadn't all lost vod'e before—they could survive it again. It would only be temporary.
The glaring, having slipped slightly at the General's question, snapped back to him, stronger than before.
Kix caught his eye, and Rex forced himself to breath, even as Jesse pulled Skywalker's attention to himself.
In, two, three, four, hold, two, three, four, five, out, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
The General is fine, Rex told himself. He doesn't feel dead anymore, hasn't since he had dropped whatever shield he had put up before. He's just...weirdly flat right now.
Distant, almost. Shielded.
It's not natural.
Rex shoved that thought down as far as it could go, and buried it under all the other oisk he wouldn't live long enough to deal with.
The General did not need to hear that. Ever.
Forcing himself to put down roots in the present, Rex turned his attention to his jetii, ignoring the ifs-ands-maybes clamoring for his consideration.
The General blinked, surprised and something else Rex couldn't name. Rex waited, mind carefully blank. The General's eye flick from Jesse, to Rex, then Kix, and back again. "Yeah," he said slowly, "alright. I can comm someone to show the pair around."
"That won't be necessary, sir," Denal said. He looked up from the datapad he had been scrolling through. The one the General had handed Ridge on shielding techniques, if Rex recalled correctly. "We downloaded the Temple map to our buckets when we were transporting you here."
The General raised his eyebrows. He had questions; Rex saw them. He didn't ask any of them. "Normally not," he agreed instead, "but if the chosen two go out and collapse, I imagine things would go much more smoothly if they had someone with them who knew to drag them back here, than if they didn't."
Denal tipped his head in silent acceptance. "Good point, sir."
Looking faintly amused, Skywalker said, "I have someone in mind for that," because of course he did, "but, ah—" at this, his eyes slid hesitantly over to Rex, then away again. "Should we first test my mirror shield idea to see if maybe we could get used to the feeling of shields? Those ones I can at least drop in a second," he offered.
The terror spiked again, but Rex stomped it flat. He forced himself to look at this logically. Rex was very good at being logical. He had raised himself to be that way, to compensate for his defect on Kamino.
He was very good at being logical. It never got easier.
"That is probably," the words grind on the way out, but they do come out, "the smart thing to do," Rex agreed carefully. He had everyone's attention now. Pieces moved together like rusty machinery, but he got them to fit. As he picked up speed, oxidized metal flaked off, smoothing the process. He nodded along with his thoughts as a fuzzy plan took form. "You said before, that your shielding idea was like overlapping armor pieces."
Skywalker nodded, eyes locked on Rex.
Rex raised his chin, and met him head on. "I take point."
Skywalker grinned. "Don't you always?"
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photogirl894 · 2 years
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For the moodboard request, could you do Jesse? Or Hardcase?
I love those two a whole bunch 😊
I hope you don't mind, but I haven't made one for Hardcase yet, so I went with that option 😊
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Hope you like it, @rwggrace2 !! 💜
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