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thedragoninsideyourself · 1 year

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You know how ppl say there is a 'calm before the storm'.

Recently heard my sibling refer to me as the calm before the storm and the only thing I could think of since then is that's a great way to characterize relationships.

Like codywan. Cody is the calm Commander you see in the midst of an chaotic battle. He knows what he does, he has done this thousands of times before. He is calm, his presence a anchor, the shielding rock for all his brothers. But he is also the calm before the storm. And obi wan is the storm. Because shortly after cody appears, there will be obi wan. And he will wreak chaos. He's a whirlwind of movements and lightsaber flashings. The storm that comes after the calm.

Just. Droids fighting for their lives just like their opponent clones and then they see that one clone appearing. You know, the calm one. The one who doesn't seem to be fighting for his life, but for all the others. The one who becomes the calm middle of all the fighting, the controlled leader. And they're like 'oh no' 'not that one', because they know if they can see that specific clone, the crazy redhead jedi is not far away. Because the commander is the calm eye in the middle of the chaotic storm of a battlefield. Of the jedi.

Just. Anakin doing something stupid and facing the commander afterwards. Who is so full of his shit, but still calmly speaks to him, reprimands him, until he actually feels sorry for whatever mayham ha just wrecked. The commander he knows everyone respects, he knows centers all clones of the 212th and most of the 501st. And then the calm is over when cody goes. And obi wan comes. And brings a storm of emotions upon him, making him feel like a padawan all over again. Before he gets lost in the storm obi wan always seems to carry with him. Not that he himself is any better.

Just, the calm before the storm.

Cody appearing first and then, always, Obi Wan afterwards.

#Cody's force presence is calming #commander cody #anakin skywalker #clone wars #cody is a dad #obi wan kenobi #cc 2224 #clones #codywan #commander buir #star wars #the calm before the storm #Obi wan is a maniac #A madman #Chaos in person #But he always comes after the calm

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years

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Commander Buir: Chapter 1

Read on AO3; AU originally here

The world resets, and Cody wakes up to suns and sand. Though he has no way of knowing, he wakes every grand story has its start. He wakes on Tatooine.

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When Cody comes to, he needs a moment to figure out where he is.

The sun is too strong. It’s warm, even through his armor’s environmental controls. The ground beneath him has give when he moves, but is stiff when he doesn’t.

Sand.

It’s sand.

Why the hell is he lying in sand?

Quick check, no odd pains. Stiff neck, normal. All armor and weaponry accounted for. Comms active and buzzing, but no signal.

Last memory, aboard the Negotiator. Planned destination, a swamp planet of no name, just a numerical designation. Negotiator in orbit, Generals went down to planet and entered a location of interest; Rex and Tano had remained in their transport for emergency extraction.

Swamp.

Not sand.

Why is it sand?

Cody turns until he spots what seems to be a town. He looks up again—binary suns—and has a guess as to which planet he’s on.

All roads lead to Tatooine, Skywalker had once joked, bitter and angry and refusing to explain.

I think the saying is that all roads lead to Corellia, Master, Tano had chirped up, still too small for her sabers and new to the war.

I know what I said, Skywalker had insisted, and still hadn’t explained.

(General Kenobi had gestured for Tano to end the line of questioning when she’d made to comment again.)

(Skywalker hadn’t noticed.)

Cody has no idea what’s going on, really, but the Republic has an accord with Jabba, and so Tatooine is as safe for a lone clone as it is for any other sapient. Safer, perhaps.

After all, slavers don’t damage what belongs to another, and the clones belong to the Republic.

He trudges, in as efficient a walk as the sand allows. This is not, as a matter of course, particularly efficient, because sand is terrible and it’s worse in armor, but he’s dealt with uglier terrain. He’s not going to overheat as easily as someone else might, at least, but he doesn’t have more than a flask of water on his person, and he dreads what happens when he runs out.

Tatooine doesn’t take Republic credits, even now.

It takes hours to get to the Mos. He isn’t sure which one it is, but he takes heart that people avoid him. It makes it easier to sidestep pickpockets and gather information on where he is and why he’s there.

He hears a few people refer to him as ‘Mando’ when he passes. It’s not… entirely incorrect. He’s a little on edge that they don’t recognize a clone uniform, but maybe it’s just a smaller city, and—

“Cody!”

A tiny, tiny body slams into his knees, and his hand twitches towards his blaster before his brain catches up.

He looks down.

That is a child.

This child knows his name.

Surprisingly, the child is looking up at him and appears to be ready to cry.

Cody picks up this child the way he’s seen Waxer and General Kenobi with small children, and holds it out at arms’ length for a moment.

“’m not a tooka,” the child grouses, and Cody sets it on his hip.

His brain catches up.

“I’m not sure who you are, or who you—” belong to, he almost says, with vague thoughts of crèchemasters and parents, except this is Tatooine, and such a turn of phrase would be unwelcome, “—are family to. Mind pointing me in the right direction?”

The child glares at him. “I’m—”

“Anakin!”

The voice isn’t shouting, but it’s whip-quick and snaps across the crowd in the way of a coldly disappointed drill sergeant… or perhaps a worried mother who can’t risk disturbing people.

Cody looks up in the direction, processes what he just heard, and then looks back down at the child that knew his name.

“Oh, kriff,” he says. “General?”

“Commandah,” tiny Skywalker greets, nodding gravely. It looks faintly ludicrous, with him being barely bigger than a freshly-decanted tubie. Cody just stares at him.

He looks up again, sees a woman mostly-successfully hiding her terror a few feet away, and thinks that this might need some careful handling.

“That your mom?” Cody asks, his mouth twisting so many times over whether or not to add ‘general’ or ‘sir’ when the man is a child—not that Skywalker’s outranked Cody since before he was knighted, technically—that he just peters out instead.

“Yeah,” Skywalker says, leaning a little away from Cody and towards the woman. “Mom! This ‘s Cody!”

The woman approaches warily. Cody steps forward and holds Skywalker out to her before he tries to think too hard about the way she moves and dresses and looks on this planet.

Skywalker hated Tatooine, always, even though it was his home. Now, Cody finally has confirmation on which theory was right. He’s not happy to know it. He never wanted to.

Part of him wonders what Skywalker would have done if some of the troopers had wanted to desert, rather than defecting like Slick. Maybe… maybe.

Just. Maybe.

“Thank you,” the woman murmurs as she takes her son. Cody finds himself at a loss about where to go from here.

Skywalker does not. “Mom, Cody’s gonna help.”

That fear again, quickly stifled. “Ani, honey, we don’t know him—”

“I do!”

Cody has no idea how to enter this conversation.

“He’s Mando,” Skywalker’s mother says, clearly wanting to get away from Cody as quickly as possible. “They’re not… they don’t deal with slaves, Ani. We can’t pay.”

“I have a plan,” Anakin insists.

“We have to get back to Gardulla’s,” the woman mutters, eyes slanted down and away. “I’m sorry, Mando, but I’ve already been at market for too long. My mistress will be looking for me.”

“Mom, we have time—”

“Ani, stop.”

Skywalker’s starting to get frustrated, tears welling up in his eyes. His mother isn’t faring much better.

Cody thinks, with this new clarity, about the worst-off refugees, and how Skywalker had always been the best with them, in some ways. The rumors had clashed, and many suspected that it was just civilians being more comfortable with Jedi than with clones, but more than one person had noticed that it was always the former slaves that Skywalker handled. It was always him that they trusted.

Cody steps forward and removes his helmet, because he doesn’t want to broadcast his words, and the vocoder wouldn’t keep it to just their little trio. As quietly as he can, he says, “I was assigned the designation CC-2224 at decanting. I did not choose a name for myself until prepubescence.”

There is a wealth of information in these two sentences, at least to the Skywalkers. Anakin already knows. His mother’s eyes widen, and she holds Anakin closer to her chest. She searches Cody’s face, his scar, the cut of his hair and the quality of his armor, and she sees… something. Something that calls her, like for like, slave to slave.

(The clones do not consider themselves slaves, for the most part.)

(They cannot afford to.)

(They did not even think to, but then there was Slick, and then there were entitled Senators, and then there were Skywalker’s bitter, bitter, bitter jokes.)

“I know ‘im, Mom,” Anakin insists, but hushed this time, too low for the audience of sidelong glances and peering boredom.

“Alright,” the woman says, and snatches a few looks around. “I wasn’t lying about Gardulla waiting on my return, but I should be free tonight. Do you know where the slave quarters are?”

“I got here an hour ago,” Cody admits. “So… no.”

“I c’n stay with him an’ show him how to get home,” Anakin offers.

“No,” his mother immediately says. It is not sharp, or harsh, but there is no flexibility in her tone. “You may think you know him, Ani, but I do not.”

(Continue on AO3)

#commander cody #anakin skywalker #shmi skywalker #commander buir #time travel #de aging #phoenix files #star wars #the clone wars

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moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom · 1 year

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Y’know one of my favourite tropes? Clones with lightsabers but out of necessity. Rex picking up that laser sword of death as his last effort to defend an unconscious Anakin. Obi-Wan getting blasted across the room, Cody igniting his lightsaber with a look at his General, who just gives him the slowest, solemn nod. Jesse body-tackling Ahsoka out of the way of a blaster bolt and picking up her shoto to deflect the onslaught of fire from droids because it’s the nearest thing he could reach. Wolffe grabbing Plo’s lightsaber and melting his way through near-impenetrable blast doors to rescue him. Bly catching Aayla’s saber in midair to slice a battle droid in half, then tossing it back to her without missing a beat.

bonus:

Fox whacking Sheev in the face with his own lightsaber so hard he just kriffin dies.

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amberskyyking · 4 months

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Uhm excuse me but HOW DID THIS COME OUT OF MY OWN PAINT??!! I’ve only ever done like landscapes and flowers??!! And now I have an oil of FOX WITH A CACTUS??!!

… Should I paint more commanders with houseplants?

(Edit - I did! Plant Buire is apparently a series now!)

Part 2: Commander Wolffe and his Wolfsbane

#Commander Fox deserves nice things #clones as plant buire??#Look I can nitpick my own work for days but like #Im not mad about this #commander fox #clone wars art #star wars art #oil painting #Can’t do digital art so gotta try something right?#just surprised it worked #plant buir

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varpusvaras · 8 months

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Alderaan, 4.25 p.m, sometime after the war has ended

Breha: Oh, Fox is back from his trip to Kamino, let's go meet up with him at the docks!

Bail: Welcome back home, love, how was the-

Fox: Yes?

Bail & Breha:

The extremely adorable baby clone Fox is holding:

Fox: Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you beforehand, I am so sorry. It all happened so suddenly

Breha: Oh, we don't mind, we just didn't know that they were releasing any of the cadets from Kamino yet

Fox: They aren't

Bail: ...did you ask if you could take him?

Fox: No, because they would've said no. No one will know, though, because what are they going to do? A DNA-test? I'm his dad, of course he has the same DNA as I do.

Bail:

Breha:

Baby: Bwah

Breha: What am I the Queen for if not for forging papers

#becoming parents one baby at a time #Fox: he looks so much like his buir. which is me. it makes perfect sense #Fox has his hands full of trying to keep all the overeager uncles from stealing the baby all the time #he keeps telling them to either get or make their own #Rex is the only one who behaves and it's only because he has his own hands full with the twins #since he doesn't trust Anakin as a stay at home dad after he saw how he did with Ahsoka #Bly is certainly trying to make his own very enthusiasticly but no one wants to hear about that #anyway the papers are legit. look they are signed by the queen herself #star wars #the clone wars #commander fox #bail organa #breha organa #bail/breha/fox

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padawansuggest · 9 months

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Listen while I do think the clones got good education even sexual education some people are just stupid (this is a fact of life okay it’s not even about how someone is raised some people just dumb as shit okay) so even if they got education on how babies are made, I promise you at least one commander has had a shiny come crying to them saying they made out with someone and they’re def pregnant now.

#star wars #clone wars #the clones #they don’t know where babies come from #and bonus points if the commander doesn’t either #commander cody #captain rex #commander bly #commander wolffe #commander ponds #commander gree #commander fox #he hasn’t gotten his period in forever he’s not ready to be a Buir 😭😭😭

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sun-roach · 11 months

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Alpha-17: the benefits of being a teenage dad are- *watches Fox and Wolffe wrestle on the ground, while Cody stares at him menacingly trying to get a fight out of him, Bly eats glue, Ponds draws on a wall and Rex naps on his blasters.* ….

Alpha-17: *violently sobs, almost destroying the "best di'kut buir" mug in his hands *

Fordo: *coos at lil Rex*

Colt: *grins* 10/10 parenting, Seventeen. Prime would be proud

#commander fox #cc 1010 #commander cody #commander wolffe #commander ponds #commander bly #captain rex #captain fordo #star wars #tcw #sw tcw #incorrect star wars quotes #alpha 17 #best di'kut buir A-17 #fox ate wolffe's pudding #someone take the glue away from bly

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cc1010fox · 8 months

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Fox, while walking with Alpha-17 to his office: This latest incident has the Senate worried, so we're implementing a new set of checks for inbound crafts. Alpha-17: Good work, soldier. Fox, inside of his office, behind a closed door: Buir, they're blaming me for what happened... Alpha-17, hugging Fox: They're fools, ad'ika. Do you hear me? Di'kute. Ignore them and keep being the best soldier on this planet. Do you need me to talk to any vode? Fox, pouting: A vod did steal my chocolate pudding last week... Alpha-17: Name and designation. I'll make sure he never looks at a chocolate pudding again.

#Commander Fox #Alpha-17 #[ Even a grown clone needs their buir at times. ]

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sunshinesdaydream · 5 months

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Fox Returns to Kamino

Pairing: Fox x Reader Rating: SFW/ No Spice Warnings: Adoption, very light angst (mostly fluff) Word Count: 608 (the longest one of these yet)

See more Hardcase and other Dad! Clones here (also Uncle Clones) Mission : Buir Masterlist

Fox stepped into the nursery on Kamino. Wolffe had contacted him about a tiny cadet, not even a year standard. One that was originally designated to be a CC.

Plo Koon had insisted on letting the ages mix as soon as they arrived to help Shaak Ti with arrangements for the cadets. It was the way it was done in the Jedi crèche and felt it would be the most beneficial to the children, especially after working with the troopers as he had.

So when Wolffe pointed out which child he had been talking about. A cadet that looked to be about five standard was playing with him. Fox approached as gently as possible.

“Hello, could you introduce me to your vod?” He asked, kindly. The little cadet obviously panicked, scrambling to his feet and saluting.

“Sorry, sir,” he said, quickly.

“No need for that anymore,” Fox said, kindly.

“Sorry, sir. It’s all new” he responded. The tiny one was grasping his pant leg and was tugging on it as if trying to pull the older child back down to play.

“It is,” Fox agreed. “Have you chosen a name yet?”

“No, sir, I’m still too little,” he answered. “I’m CT-8738, and this is CC-5040”

“Relax, ad’ika,” Fox said, sinking to the floor. The cadet followed his example. He looked at the smaller boy, “hello, ik’aad,”

The tiny one looked up at Fox quietly, curiously. The cadet handed the tiny back a toy they had been playing with. Or, what Fox recognized as a toy now. The nanny droids would call them “enrichment objects”.

The toy, a ball, blinked with many colors when thrown by the tiny boy. The cadet caught it, the lights stopping immediately, and handed it back.

“Is this his favorite game?” Fox asked as the tiny one held the ball out to him. “Go on, throw it, ik’aad. I’ll catch it,”

The cadet nodded, “He still likes the chewing things, too” as the tiny one hurled the ball with surprising force.

“What about you?” Fox asked the cadet. “What is your favorite thing to do?”

“Commander Wolffe is teaching us how to play bolo ball. That’s a lot of fun,” the cadet said. “Jedi Master Plo Koon brought us art supplies, I really like drawing. And I really like coming here to play with him,”

‘All things they only have been able to do in the last year,’ Fox thought, before saying, “Sounds like you have been having fun,”

The tiny one threw the ball back to the cadet and he caught it as he nodded. He looked up at Fox and said sadly,”you’re taking him with you.”

Fox didn’t even stop to consider it, just went with his gut instinct. Later Plo Koon would tell Wolffe it was the force.

“I don’t think only him,” Fox told the cadet. “Seems like someone this tiny needs a good ori’vod,”

The little cadet’s face lit up and he dove towards Fox, wrapping his arms around his neck. “Really?” He asked.

“Yes, of course,” Fox said, wrapping an arm around and pulling the cadet closer to him. ‘No, child, my child’ he thought.

The tiny boy began to fuss, patting at Fox’s leg and reaching. With a half choked laugh, Fox scooped him up in his other arm.

You received a comm message from Fox that day. It was a video of Fox, a baby on one knee and what looked to be a five year old on the other.

The baby was chewing his fist and the older boy was tentatively smiling. Fox was smiling brightly. “Cyare, we’re on our way home,” he said.

Thanks for reading! ☀️Love & Wrecker Hugs☀️

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sailorkamino · 1 year

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wolffe begging plo not to adopt anyone from torrent because "i don't want to be more related to those idiots than i already am"

#plo adopts domino squad 5 minutes later #fives: screaming for plo buir cuz wolffe is attacking him #wolffe: HE'S NOT YOUR BUIR #buir plo koon #commander wolffe #104th battalion #wolfpack #501st legion #501st shenanigans #clone wars

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sarcastic-nebula · 4 months

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wolffe in the steam room

headcanons based on @rexsterss recent wolffe art piece

general koon allowed pretended not to see some of the Triumphant's engineers hack away and redesign a few shower stalls into a steam room type area. he knew the bois didn't get many chances to relax or have chill time. or much alone time.

plus, heat is great for old injuries, recovery, etc. how could general buir not let this happen? happy boys = better war stuff (as bad as it is)

so wolffe has had it rough. i'm willing to bet you half a sandwich that wolffe has more scar tissue than just his eye. on top of that, campaigns and relief missions aren't easy. a good sit down and stretch and alone time, say, after Aleen with Threepio or after the horrors of Kadavo or after whatever canon hasn't mentioned would be so nice

so yeah

commander "is anybody dying" wolffe is 100% going to finish having a moment to himself in a steam room stall

we all know he needs it

it's like getting between any of the command batch (including wolffe) and his caf. don't

every now and then plo joins the line for the steam stalls bc like plenty of others in the war effort, he prob has to do physical therapy and the steam can help with that. i think. i don't know much about PT but warm muscles are good for movement

he also likes meditating in there every once in a while

back to wolffe bc i'm scatterbrained

he knows the pack are Big Boys and can handle problems by themselves. wolffe. needs. a break. and some space ibuprofen for that C3P0 induced headache

he took a nap in there once. no one confirms it because wolffe's deathglare is the stuff of shiny legend. he drank three space gatorades after.

after noticing the success of the steam rooms, koon anonymously starts working on getting more self care/physical therapy acommodations for the 104th. pain is painful, and if the boys have a job to do, let's support them in it

yes, a space frog HAS ended up in there. her name is Delilah, they can't keep track of her long enough to set her free. all those who spot her report that she seems content

in case you hadn't noticed, this is medic approved (the medics in other battalions are jealous, but the 104th engineers have been too busy to share how they did it)

it also immensely helped when the general was coughing and sneezing a lot that one time

#the clone wars #commander wolffe #wolffe is tired #they deserved better #plo koon #general buir koon

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thedragoninsideyourself · 1 month

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I don't know if anyone is going to see this, but I'm currently working on a Cody-Centric Fic which is probably going to be put in several parts. I have so many ideas.

If anyone is interested, it's going to be divided into three parts. One on Kamino, one on the War and one on the aftermath. It will not really be a fix-it and really clone centric.

The first part focuses on Cody's relationship with Jango, his batch mates (Fox, Wolffe, Bly, Ponds - heavy on the Fox) and later Rex. But you will notice that Cody is my favourite.

The second part includes Codywan. Sorry not sorry. It's going to be on the lighter side, with I hope lots of funny moments, but it still takes place during a war and Cody will deal with a lot of heartbreaking loss.

I'm not sure about the last part yet, but order 66 happens. It's probably going to be about imperial cody and how he learns to deal with the aftermath of what he's done and how he'll get out of the empire. I plan on including the way Darth Vader deals with clones as a sith and definietly a clone rebellion.

The point of this post is that it's still in the making process. I'm creating a time-line with events right now and have several mindmaps of relationship dynamics and how I'll portray them and just wanted to put the offer out to send me all ideas you've always wanted to see in a fanfic, but know you won't make it yourself. I'm open for shit posts and heavier ones. Your own ideas or some vague feelings. It doesn't matter.

This fic is already going to be written mainly for myself and is very self-indulgent and I thought, why not include everyone who never get's to writing their own fics.

So, yeah.

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phoenixyfriend · 7 months

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😔 from this ask game

😔published lines or a section of a fic that was super sad, angsty, or difficult to write?

I keep wanting to answer with gags about the lines that took so much research that no reader would have cared if I just made shit up but no, I gotta give you a real answer.

...I feel like chapter eight's ending in Auntie Soka and Little Leia (and Rex) is the answer I always give, and that feels like cheating orz

Maybe the "Anakin confessing" bit of Commander Buir?

Anakin’s trembling, now. “She died in my arms.”

Well, shit.

Cody can’t keep more space now, not when Anakin needs both of them.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Cody says, because this is careful territory, but one he’s been on. He’s comforted plenty of brothers after the deaths of batchmates, and he knows Anakin’s more volatile, but he can help here. He hopes. “She’s alive here and now, though.”

The shaking gets worse, and Cody looks helplessly at Shmi. Neither of them are sure what to do here.

“She’s—she’s gonna be mad,” Anakin says. “An’—an’ dis-a-pointed.”

“General Skywalker,” Cody says, hoping the title will maybe jolt Anakin out of whatever this is. “Your mother is alive. She is here and she is happy and healthy and she loves you. Whatever it is, I’m sure she’ll—”

“I killed ‘em.”

Cody stops.

Shmi picks up for him, which is good, because this is probably more her territory now anyway. “Killed who, Ani?”

“They took you. The Tuskens. An’ they tortured you. An’ I was too late to save you. An’ you died. An’ then I killed them. All of them.”

“Ani—”

“Even the kids.”

The shaking grows harder. Anakin’s crying. Cody doesn’t know if it’s guilt or fear of rejection or just his child body being too overwhelmed. He looks up to meet Shmi’s eyes again, and she looks as lost as he does.

#zyrafowe-sny #star wars #commander buir #phoenix answers memes

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enigmatist17 · 9 months

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Based off a half-dream I scribbled down at like 2 in the morning 🤣

Based off @chiliger 's bigger teeth AU you can find here :)

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Wolffe decided early on that he didn't like how limited the Kel-Dor diet was compared to the rest of the galaxy. He had also decided early on that he didn't like how some planets were hostile to the General, being rude to the man who was just trying to save all he could.

Naturally, they were currently on a planet that was hostile in both areas. Plo had decided to use the Force to sustain himself for the current campaign, and none of his men were pleased with it, but really couldn't argue with the man.

What they could argue with was the nasty civilians and politicians, but again, they held back for the most part. They'd taken to unofficially guarding their General, playing up their role as trained soldier to send those who weren't brave enough running. It wasn't ideal, but the second Plo had negotiated what he was here for, Wolffe himself would drag the Jetti off-planet and far away from these people.

Plo was with them when Wolffe finally snapped, and just stood back and watched the show.

He was so proud of his son.

They'd been hanging out in a bar after a long day of negotiations, the air one of hope as it seemed that soon they'd be off and away. Most of the men had their buckets off as they regaled some civvies of their past battles, and older clones just watched on while having much quieter conversations. The small group that came in at first didn't raise any flags, but when they crowded around where Plo was seated, the lull in conversation hung in the air.

"Thats my seat Kel Dor, move." The taller one of the group snarled.

"There is no need for hostilities, I was not aware you sat here." Plo calmly got up, but paused when the men surrounded him. "Do you need something?"

"We need you an' your band of freaks to leave, that's what." Another grumbled, and the silence that filled the bar was now resolute.

"What did you just say?" There's the scraping of a chair when Wolffe stood, the commander slowly stalking over.

"You heard me, you freaks need to leave." The man repeated, although his bravado from before seemed to have vanished.

"The Republic could have sent us a better class of Jedi." One of the others spoke up, he and his buddies trying not to look nervous of the suddenly very tall clone who was clearly pissed with them.

"General Koon is one of the best Jedi the Order has, but that's not the issue, is it?" The commanders voice is as calm as it could be with a low growl building from the back of his throat, but the threat coated on each word doesn't go amiss.

"We don't like the Kel Dor here.' The leader shrugged, swallowing as Wolffe's eyes narrowed on him.

"That's your problem." The clone let out a snarl with an audible growl, and for the first time, the group saw the rather sharp and elongated teeth when Wolffe's lips had curled up.

"What the?!" The group jumped back, and bith Sinker and Boost seemed to materialize by Plo's side the moment there was an opening.

"What's the matter? Where's all that bravado?" Another clone asks, showing off their own canines with a smirk, the brothers by his side doing the same. They're all rumbling with their own muted growls, and the group that had heckled the Jedi suddenly regret walking in.

"You're going to get out of here and leave our general alone." Wolffe stalked towards the now terrified group like a predator approaching its prey, eye glinting as he looked them over. "Otherwise, my brothers and I might chase you for sport."

"Fucking animals!" One of the whimpered before bolting out the door, the others quickly following as Wolffe crossed his arms.

"Really? For sport Commander?"

"Why not?" Wolffe is grinning when he turns to face the Jedi, who is shaking his head in amusement. "I should, just to pound the message in."

"Perhaps another time, we are here on a diplomatic mission, after all." Plo motioned for Wolffe to join him at the bar, and conversation struck back up as the commander crossed the floor.

"I could have killed them." He grumbled, looking over at the gentle hand on his shoulder.

"I applaud your restraint Wolffe'ika." As expected, the commander looked away with a faint blush, but the sincerity in Plo's words staved off any teasing.

Well, for now.

Strangely enough, nasty retorts seem to die down for the rest of their time on the planet from passing civilians, and Wolffe holds himself up with pride.

No one shit-talked his General.

#personal #star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #104th battalion #commander wolffe #buir plo koon #plo koon #plo koon and his sons #chiliger #one day wolffe will bite someone #as a treat

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amberskyyking · 3 months

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Apparently this is gonna be a series now cause Commander Wolffe and his Wolfsbane are making me so happy! LOOK AT HIM!!! Hes so proud that such a poisonous, deadly little guy is named after him!

Whose next? Think I’m feeling Cody…

Part 1: Commander Fox and his Cactus

#commander wolffe #plant buir #don’t accept tea from wolffe #especially if you pissed him off #oil painting #star wars art #clone wars art

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varpusvaras · 10 months

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I don’t really have a set preference on who’s the oldest and youngest in the CC-batch in fics, but I do have my own order

Ponds: Oldest. Absolutely doesn’t want to be oldest because that means he has to be more responsible than everyone else. Please don’t put that on him. Please.

Wolffe: Second oldest. The one who ended up with the oldest daughter-syndrome. Takes his younger siblings to school and picks them up from there while playing either metal or Barbie Girl on full blast. Extremely adoptable. Plo Koon had those papers READY from the moment they met for the first time.

Cody: Third oldest. Counts himself to be one of the older siblings despite being the middle child. Appears very responsible and usually is, but then he starts doing weird shit out of nowhere. Gets together with an older man who looks like an English professor who part-times as a yoga teacher. Cody thinks that’s the hottest shit ever. He gets made fun of aggressively.

Bly: Second youngest. People think he’s the youngest sometimes, and he is offended every single time. Thinks he can get away from being made fun of from falling in love with his Jedi because at least his Jedi is young and cool. He does not. He has not been called by his actual name by his brothers in years now. One of them got into his discord account and changed his username to Simp-5052. Bly hasn’t been able to change it back. He has tried.

Fox: The youngest. The Baby. Tries to escape the Baby Jail every waking moment of his life. Thought he succeeded when Rex got adopted into the batch. He got set straight very quickly about his life-sentence still continuing. Thought he succeeded the second time when he became the Commander of the Guard. Then Plo Koon heard about him and showed up with more adoption papers and all of his vod’ike are now coddling him. Thought he succeeded the third time when he got married. All of his brothers wanted to give a speech at his wedding. The whole Galaxy now knows that he’s the baby. He wants to maim something.

Rex: The younger cousing who got adopted into the family. The youngest but not. Absolutely plays the little brother card when he needs it, but then the next moment says that he has never met these people in his entire life. The only truly responsible one of them all and he knows it.

#I say this as someone who has four siblings myself lmao #I'm the second oldest and I get to ride shotgun and play music in our older brothers car #could fox also be the oldest? yes but it's funnier this way #star wars #clone wars #commander ponds #commander wolffe #commander cody #commander bly #commander fox #captain rex #coruscant guard #codywan #Plo is very determined to be the most buir in the galaxy okay #yes the b/b/f is implied there the wedding was a huge media thing and fox wants to murder every single one of them now

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