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anxiouspineapple99 · 4 months

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I am here with the SFW Alphabet for Kyla Starsinger.

You all may remember that I have a Fives x OC long fic in the works. And you probably remember Sena, the original OC I had for that fic. Alas, Sena did not work out. I may or may not have accidentally triggered myself with some unresolved trauma while writing her so she’s gone and her new replacement Kyla is here!

Art of Kyla by the magnificent @mythical-illustrator

A -Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection)

Kyla holds back a lot with affection. She is incredibly guarded. She’s not opposed to affection but she’s been touch starved for so long it takes a while to warm up to that.

She is more of an Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation gal. She is very aware of her partner’s needs and will perform small tasks to take stress off them. She’s also big on showering with compliments and sweet talk. (See: praise kink)

• B -Best friend (how would they be as a best friend? how would the relationship start?)

Kyla warms up pretty quickly in platonic relationships. Once establishing common interests she’s usually set on having a good time. Don’t cross her though. Once a bridge is burned, it’s unlikely you’ll build it back with her.

• C -Cuddles (Do they like cuddles? how do they cuddle)

She’s not opposed to cuddles or physical affection but she has to warm up to it. She’s not the hugging friend. She’s the fist bump friend. But once she gets used to physical affection she, she definitely enjoys it.

• D -Domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Given the type of work she is in, settling down is a terrifying thought for her. She is a former Separatist Intelligence Officer who, upon discovering some questionable intel, made her way to the Republic. Now she’s an Intelligence Officer with the GAR.

Kyla is meticulous in her cleaning. Everything has a place. And it better go there. Her fastidious nature can be confused for controlling. However it’s more a matter of efficiency. She’s very minimalist and doesn’t own many personal belongings. She can’t cook though. At all. Poor girl burns her toast every morning.

• E -Ending (if they had to break up, how would they do it?)

She comes off pretty cold actually. She’ll end it and not bat an eye.

• F -Fiancee (how do they feel about commitment? how quick do they want to get married?)

Commitment terrifies her. There is a part of her that believes she is wholly unlovable and irredeemable from her time working with the Separatists.

• G -Gentle (how gentle are they? physically, emotionally)

She’s emotionally a marshmallow but does her best to hide it. She is physically gentle behind closed doors.

• H -Hugs (how often do they hug? do they like hugs? what are their hugs like?)

She rarely hugs and when she does they’re a little rigid and awkward. However she secretly enjoys a good hug and never turns them away.

• I -I love you (how fast do they say it)

Surprisingly she’s pretty quick to say it. She believes life is short and there’s no reason to beat around the bush. However the commitment portion that usually follows has her running for the hills.

• J -Jealousy (how jelly do they get? what do they do when they are?)

Kyla is definitely the jealous type, whether romantic or platonic. It’s a result of her insecurities. If she feels like she’s being replaced she lashes out.

• K -Kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss? where do they liked to be kissed?)

Kyla is hot and heavy in her kisses. She pounces on your face. There are teeth, and biting, hands everywhere… she’s kissing mouth, neck, chest, really anywhere.

She loves being kissed on her neck, her inner wrists, mouth, and chest.

• L -Little Ones (how are they around children)

Children make her uncomfortable. She likes them fine. But she has no idea how to interact with them.

• M -Mornings (how are mornings with them?)

She’s a morning person. She practically springs out of bed. She loves reading a book with her caf first thing and taking her time getting ready for the day.

• N -Night (how is the night spent with them?)

She has a full wind down routine. She washes off her makeup, does her face mask depending on if it’s mask day, tone, moisturize, and then a cup of tea as she watches a holofilm or listens to music. Sometimes she sketches in her sketch book.

• O -Open (when do they start revealing about themselves? do they say it all at once or reveal slowly?)

Kyla reveals things slowly. Her fear of rejection keeps her shut up pretty tight. Unless it’s a platonic relationship. She opens up fairly quickly once she thinks you’re friend shaped.

• P -Patience (how quick to anger are they)

Kyla is a hot head. Get her when she’s already in a bad mood? Run for cover!

• Q -Quizzes (how much do they remember about you? do they remember every detail or forget everything?)

She’s an intelligence officer. She can remember damn near everything.

• R -Remember (favourite moment in the relationship)

Her favorite moment in her relationship with Fives is their first kiss. 💋 won’t be spoiling that here!

• S -Security (how protective are they? how would they like to protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

She is so protective of those she loves! She’d burn the galaxy down to save someone she loves.

She doesn’t expect the same in return for her because she doesn’t feel worthy of such love.

• T -Try (how much effort is put into dates/ anniversary/ gifts/ everyday?)

Dates: she puts in the effort she receives. She isn’t going to waste her time otherwise.

Anniversaries: A big deal and she is putting all the effort in and expects the same!

Gifts: she isn’t a big gift person but if it matters to the other person she does try.

Everyday: she gives her 100% in all she does. She’s lost so many people she makes sure the ones remaining know how loved they are.

• U -Ugly (bad habit of theirs)

She bites her nails to the kriffing quick. It’s worse when she’s nervous or anxious.

She’s a little reckless when it comes to her own safety. She tends to get herself into trouble when it could have been avoided with a bit of caution.

She strives to never show weakness. That often includes crying.

Her belief that she is unworthy of love often leads to her sabotaging her relationships.

• V -Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

She has to have her hair and makeup on point daily! She maintains the colors in her hair religiously. She also has a multi step skincare routine as well as a fitness schedule.

• W Whole (would they feel incomplete without you Fives?)

Yes. And that is terrifying for her. She’s never needed anyone before. Fives changes all of that for her.

• X -Xtra (extra head canon)

She has one brother still in Separatist territory. She is working hard to save him. Their parents died when they were young and she raised him.

She loves glitter and sneakers

• Y -Yuck (what are some things they wouldnt like in general or in partner)

She hates learned incompetence. Drives her nuts.

She can’t stand a partner who isn’t their own person outside of the relationship. She wants them to have friends and hobbies outside of herself.

Any controlling behavior in any relationship, romantic or platonic, and she nopes right out.

• Z -Zzz (sleep habits)

She’s a back sleeper. She also does the mountain climber when she’s on her stomach. She loves total darkness and white noise to help her get to sleep and stay asleep!

#oc: kyla starsinger #sfw #sfw alphabet #blorbo intro #the clone wars #fives x oc #fives x kyla #anxiouspineapple99 writes #tcw #oc sundays

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mythical-illustrator · 4 months

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A character commission I was able to do for @anxiouspineapple99

Meet Kyla Starsinger intelligent officer with a past who might just Help Fives save the Galaxy

Thank you again for trusting me to capture this wonderful character.

I had a blast designing her.

My commission are open

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#star wars #the clone wars #fan art #my art #character art #star wars oc #art commisions #clone trooper fives #fives x oc #arc trooper fives

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multi-fan-dom-madness · 7 months

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I ran over to ship 😵🤣

I humbly ask for your opinion of Ilani x Fives!

I do not know much about Ilani but I feel like it'd be an interesting ship 👀

hiiii friend, thank you for the ask! no one knows Ilani yet, not even me! I'm figuring her out as I answer these asks lmao

I went a little overboard so we've got "how they met," "general," and "nsfw" headcanons. all below the cut

Ilani x Fives

How they met:

Honestly the circumstances for this have to be very specific. Ilani is the general for the 387th, stationed Rimward, but her forces were involved in the Battle of Kamino, and I imagine this is how Ilani first met Fives.

Or, rather, how she literally bodied him, a newly-promoted ARC trooper, to knock him out of the way of droids firing on his unprotected flank. He toppled to the floor, cursing in every language he knew (which is at least two), about to rip a shiny a new one—when he catchs sight of this imposing wall of a Togruta woman, her lekku whirling as she spins, her green saber a blur in the air as she reflects blaster fire back at the droids. When she grins down at him, pointed canines flashing and golden eyes sparkling with protective fury, he damn near falls in love.

For her part, Ilani was just doing what she felt was right: protecting her own. It didn’t matter that the blue-and-white-clad trooper was in Anakin’s battalion—the clones are her family.

General HCs:

Ilani tolerates Fives for the first few encounters. He’s loud and boastful (with good reason, she supposes, but still). And he always seems to be making flimsy, transparent excuses when they’re both on Triple Zero for why he’s hanging around the Temple—“just waiting for the General, er, General”—and inevitably ends up following her around.

But over time his fierce loyalty to his brothers and his determination to protect the Republic—at any cost—is what wins her over. He’s just as deeply passionate as she is, but he doesn’t hide it. In a way, she’s a little envious of how open he is about his feelings; she often feels that she has to mask her true feelings, or at least the true depth of them, when around her fellow Jedi.

With him, she begins to let go a little. Lets herself experience emotions to their fullest, in a way that she normally only feels comfortable doing on a battlefield.

He makes her laugh; she makes him consider life beyond the war. At first, not in a romantic way, but it slowly becomes that.

She’s the first one to make a move. It’s late on Coruscant, both of them will be returning to the frontlines come morning, and she’s finally let her walls down enough to admit to herself that she cares about Fives—cares for him. They’re tucked away somewhere private, and she just leans over and kisses him.

NSFW HCs:

These two are Not Quiet, at all. The entire barracks and/or Temple will know, depending where they shack up, and it’s just an unspoken rule among the others that no, I didn’t hear anything strange last night.

Ilani learns very quickly that she loves marking Fives, biting into his pecs, biceps, thighs to leave impressions of her pointed teeth. She’s overprotective and has possessive tendencies, and seeing Fives’s body littered with her marks just makes her so feral. (Fives also loves it, except when one of the others catches sight. “No, shut up, vod, I don’t know where it came from.”)

Because they see each other so infrequently, they definitely exchange lewd photos, videos, voice messages—anything to help remind one another that the other is there, alive, and waiting for them.

When they do have time together, they’re either fucking nasty or making the sweetest love; there is no in-between with these two.

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#arc fives #fives x oc #star wars oc #oc: Jedi Master Ilani Taryn #rhiwrites #my ocs

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lovexfroggie · 11 months

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Thank you SO much to my friend @sleepyratking1 for drawing my Star Wars oc, Oriana Alibree Bitstara, and Fives. It was a commission made by my boyfriend, @jagerdz , who writes as Fives for me. If ANYONE would like to commission my friend, I would highly suggest it. They are very sweet and do amazing and prompt work. They are making an attempt to get into the Star Wars Franchise, but aren't shy about working on commissions for it!

Info about my oc below the cut!

Timeline era: The Fall of the Jedi (Clone Wars)

Name: Oriana Alibree Bitstara

Age: 21

Eyes: Grey Blue

Hair: Platinum Blonde

Skin: Fair

Force Sensitivity: None

Special Skills: Self Defense, Sharp Shooting with Blaster

Species: Human

Occupation: Bartender/Waitress at 79’s Club (Previously a medic)

Birth Place: Theed, Naboo (she mainly says lake country, but it's debatable)

Current Location: Republic City, Coruscant

Born in the poor side of Lake Country on Naboo, Oriana did her best to make something of herself by becoming a medic. Moving up in ranks during the war, the deaths quickly began to weigh on her and she knew she needed an out. It wasn’t until she heard of the 79’s club opening up on Coruscant that she decided the life of a medic wasn’t for her. Taking the job as bartender, Oriana quickly realized that working at the club was life saving, but in a different way. She was helping provide a safe space for them. A space where they could feel like individuals and be away from the trials and death that loomed over their heads from the war right outside the doors of the club. Because of all of the time she spent with the clones, Oriana quickly learned that she despised the Senate for never giving them a choice to serve or not. She felt they deserved more freedoms than they were given. She had radical ideas when it came to the rights for clones, but she kept them to herself, including how she fell in love with them. It was easy for her to prefer them over anyone else.

Preferred ships are: Any of the Clones, she deeply prefers them over all others, citing she believes they deserve love and a life instead of a life of servitude that ends in death.

#star wars #clone wars #Bunny's OC!!!#Arc Trooper Fives #Fives x Oc #<3 #art commission

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fandom-friday · 1 month

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Self rec!

Finally got a new chapter up of New Members!

HELL YES FOR SELF RECS! You know I love seeing those in my inbox each week. And I can't gush enough about how much I adore Rasha and Ari right off the bat. Like yes, we love our familiar main character clone boys because HOW COULD YOU NOT??? But I just adore the introduction you've given your OCs and how we are immediately able to tell so much about their personalities and dynamic with one another. I LOVE IT (and the tag "Anakin Skywalker has Issues"). Thanks so much for sending this one in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #fic rec #fanfiction #fan fic #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #fives x oc #echo x oc #OC Rasha Skohl #OC Ari Nierre #slow burn #alternate universe #captain rex #angst #fluff

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anxiouspineapple99 · 6 months

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Mawwiage asks for Avery x Tech & Sena x Fives:

Show us their engagement and/or wedding rings!

& (if I may)

What time do they get married? Day or night? Any particular reason for that choice?

SEV! You have me going so extra on this and I love it lol. My photo collages with the rings in question! Featuring the BEAUTIFUL Tech x Avery art by @mythical-illustrator

What time do they get married?

Avery and Tech: shortly before dusk. The sunset through the Endor forest is magical and dreamy!

Sena and Fives: ceremony in the afternoon so all the vod can party the night away at the reception! They get married on her home planet and her mother funds the whole thing so they get everything they want lol.

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#star wars #you asked #and the pineapple answered #anxiouspineapple99 writes #the bad batch #the clone wars #tbb tech #tcw fives #tech x oc #fives x oc #tech x avery #fives x sena #jedi healer oc #oc: avery leto #oc: sena duskflight

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art-ally · 1 month

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A quick Fives and Vallana sketch! 💙

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wild-karrde · 10 months

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Happy Fandom Friday!

I want to highlight two artists and two WIP fics.

These artworks by @patchmates are AMAZING. First we have Wolffe and Fox. And then we have Cody. Look, I’m usually intimidated by bigger men but WOW do these guys do it for me. Their arms! I want to squeeze them. (I also have to emphasize Wolffe’s tattoos—I am desperate for a neck and chest reveal because the hints of tattoos are a tease I can’t look away from.) The breadth of their chests is to die for; coupled with the black bodysuit and I can’t look away. Wolffe and Fox with their confident smirks; Cody looking so at peace and content 😩

And the second artwork is another Cody by @razzbberry. I wish I could speak artist lingo because I don’t know how to fully describe my emotions when looking at this. The coloring on this is STUNNING. The way Cody’s scar looks like a lightning bolt—the detail is impeccable. The emotion in his face is so impressive, and it hurts. I just think it’s a pretty artwork.

Now, onto the fics.

I want to recommend @ariadnes-red-thread for The Last Word. I thought I had recommended this when I first read it, but thinking back, I don’t think I ever did. So I want to rectify that. I’m not a Fives girly and I’ve never read fanfic of him, but I randomly came across this and it has me hooked. Mal is such a fantastic character, and I love Aria’s portrayal of Fives as flirtatious but also sensitive. The second chapter sets up for a story that promises to be emotionally fraught and hot, and I’m so excited to see where it goes.

I also want to recommend Erin’s (@sleepingsun501) Sweet True Lies. Again, I know. Bear with me. Chapter 4 dropped last weekend and it’s something I’ve been looking forward to for months. All I have to say is: Erin portrays Fox with such a sweet, soft side and it kills me. His natural charisma kills me. Everything about him kills me. (The way he talks about Keeda is so poetically attractive, it makes my heart hurt😩)

AHHHH ALLI THESE ARE ALL SUCH GOOD RECS!!!

I absolutely ADORE how Kit draws the clones! Their expressions and physiques are EVERYTHING. And that Cody piece by Nils took my BREATH away when I saw it this week! The color palette and silhouettes and every detail is just SO GOOD. The longer I looked at it, the more I just kept saying "wow" lol.

And the fics that you chose are WONDERFUL! I love how Aria writes Fives, and Mal is SUCH a cool OC. I am sitting on the edge of my seat for the next installation (TAKE YOUR TIME ARIA!). And the way Erin writes Fox in STL is SO SOFT and yet, he's SO SMOOOOOOOTH. The last line of the last chapter had me absolutely shrieking, and I CANNOT WAIT to get to know more about Keeda!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING ALL OF THESE IN!

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ariadnes-red-thread · 1 year

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The Last Word: Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO: THE WOLVES

Previous Chapter || Next Chapter [coming soon]

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Fives/OFC

Chapter Summary: Flashback to a week before, Mal is faced with a big decision that could alter her life drastically. But is she ready to leave the safety of the Wolfpack and face the hard questions that she’s been hiding from?

Chapter Warnings: Some swearing and mentions of Umbara/past trauma

Chapter Word Count: 5.4k

Recommended Listening: The Wolves by Ben Howard

A/N: No Fives this time, but lots of our other favorites, I promise :) Thank you so much for all of the support on Chapter One! I never could have imagined how loving and positive the response would be. Excited to share more of this story with you all! As always, comments, likes, feedback, and reblogs are always so appreciated!

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The transfer talk had started a week earlier. Four Venator-class Star Destroyers lingered as a fleet in the Expanse Region, the armies recollecting while their generals strategized and regrouped. Mal kept busy organizing the medbay. She and the 104th’s clone medic, Crux, worked in silence as they tried hard not to think about why they were all gathered in the depths of space and not on their scheduled leave.

The first sign that something was wrong had been Plo Koon. The General, normally extremely patient and even-tempered, even by Jedi standards, stormed onto the bridge with a thunderous call to attention. He pulled Wolffe away for a meeting that lasted hours. The first anyone heard from them was a crackling summons for Sinker and Comet. The venom in Wolffe’s voice, clear even over the comm, sent a chill down Mal’s spine. She’d never heard him like that, not even after Abregado. The officers disappeared, and the meeting dragged on for even longer. Mal waited with Crux, Wildfire, and Boost. They crouched around a communicator listening to the rumors that began to trickle in from other ships over private lines; stories of brothers killing brothers under orders, horrors that the clones couldn’t imagine.

Mal, on the other hand, felt her heart begin to race as they listened. She knew horrors like these. They were the ones that haunted her nightmares and sometimes her waking moments, like ghosts that hung over her shoulders, their weight ladened with guilt. She never imagined terrors like this could reach her - or her friends - here, in the Republic army, far from the Separatists and surrounded by an army of brothers. She gripped the edge of the seat to stop her hands from shaking. When the comms finally went silent, no one spoke.

Before anyone could find the words, the meeting adjourned, and the officers were back on the deck. It seemed whatever fury had been burning before had subsided. They all looked heavy now, older. It was the oddest on Wolffe. Though he usually chose his words carefully, the stoic quietness that had overtaken the usually grumbling Commander was new and darker. Sinker barked the orders instead. The Jedi cruiser immediately made its jump to the Expanse region to gather with other Republic ships.

Three days passed before Mal saw Wolffe again. He locked himself in his office and didn’t respond to comms. Mal checked on him through Sinker, who made sure that he was eating for her. Satisfied that Sinker was doing his best to pester the Commander into taking care of himself, Mal found boredom creeping up on her without anyone to patch up. She and Crux did their best to stay distracted. The medbay had never looked cleaner. When Mal wasn’t restocking med packs or refilling bacta containers, she was organizing games of sabacc. Sabacc had always been a source of comfort for Mal, and it had been a downtime staple of the 104th since she joined. With the minimal stipends the clones got, Mal never let them play for real credits. Usually, they used ration bars or scraps of flimsi. It made it more fun anyway. There was more laughter and teasing, with nothing really on the line. Nothing on the line was a nice change of pace.

This afternoon’s game came about during a lull in after-lunch chores. Mal, Comet, Wildfire, Sinker, Crux, and Boost were huddled in a circle in the men’s barracks. Mal was in the middle of a roll when Wolffe called. The dice tumbled from her hand just as the comm on her wrist beeped, its final notes drowned out by a collective groan at the numbers she rolled. When Mal answered, Wolffe’s voice met her ears and brought a smile to her face. It was back to being its recognizable gruff timbre.

“Mal, get in here.” He snapped before he cut the call.

The message was short and to the point, as his comms always were. Mal knew she’d find him in his office, and before she could wonder why she was being summoned, the other clones began to make low whistles.

“Someone’s in trouble!” Comet chuckled.

“What the fuck did you do this time?” Boost shook his head at her with a paternal smile.

“Don’t worry, ad’ika. We’ll have Crux ready the medbay for after your chewing out.” Sinker elbowed the medic next to him, who quickly shuffled his cards away from the trooper and glared.

“The Jedi are probably finally giving me a medal for putting up with you all.” Mal sighed as she threw down her own cards.

Sinker leaned over the table, abandoning any pretense of subtlety, to stare at her hand before his gaze snapped back up to Mal. His jaw hung open, and betrayal was written all over his face.

“You’re a liar!” Sinker called out.

“It’s called bluffing. I know you’re not familiar with it.” She winked at him before she turned, leaving the rest of the soldiers to tease their brother about his bad sabacc face.

Mal wound the dark halls of the Venator until she reached Wolffe’s office. As the blast door slid open, she knew she’d find the Commander bent over a desk covered in flimsi, holos, and datapads. Mal had offered to clean it for him time and time again. Still, Wolffe always rolled his eyes at her and said it was organized to him, usually throwing in some colorful adjectives along the way. Mal wasn’t expecting an unfamiliar clone to be waiting with him.

The new clone, a captain according to the rank on his chest, sat in one of the two chairs across from Wolffe, his left hand resting on the chair arm and the right laid on the helmet that was perched atop his knee. Mal quickly saluted the familiar yet unfamiliar man. She wasn’t officially military, not like the clones. Civilian medics were a subset of the GAR, but she held no rank, and the field training had been practically shameful. The role was created so there would be extra hands to help the clone medics and the medical droids in the medbay and the medbay only.

Though she might not be officially GAR, Mal didn’t mind the military aspects of the job. The structure and the order of everything had seeped into her blood quickly. A part of Mal loved it. Craved it even. It felt safe. She just couldn’t stand being told what to do, not since Takodana. Luckily, Wolffe never minded if Mal took a little creative license with her scope. From the beginning, he had encouraged Crux to take her with him into the field. He respected her experience, and she also suspected that Wolffe knew she liked the intensity and distraction of it all, even if they never talked about it. It was one of the ways they were similar.

The captain smiled as Mal paused in the doorway. He had close-cropped blonde hair and brown eyes that twinkled even in the cabin’s dim light. She found that she liked the man right away. He radiated kindness, not a meek, differential kindness, but the warm kindness that comes from a confident, caring heart.

“Yes, sir?” Mal lingered at the entrance in case she had misunderstood the summons.

“You’re suddenly all polite in front of company?” Wolffe winked his cybernetic eye at her, his brown one bright with glee. Mal instantly relaxed. “Have a seat. Captain Rex and I were talking about you.”

“You must be the Captain Rex talking about me.” She flashed a smile at the man as she settled into the third chair. “Nice to meet you.”

“My vod always had a talent for introductions.” He grinned at his brother, bringing a familiar scowl to Wolffe’s face. “I promise it was only good things.”

Mal glanced back and forth between the officers. When neither of them spoke again, her curiosity got the better of her.

“So, what’s going on?”

Rex’s eyes flicked to Wolffe. When the Commander didn’t speak, his brow seemed to set in determination. He turned back to Mal, facing her fully.

“I was asking the Commander if you might be open to a transfer.”

A black hole could have opened up and swallowed her at that moment, and she wouldn’t have been more surprised. Mal’s eyes flitted to Wolffe, hoping to see some sort of anger or shock that another battalion was trying to steal her away, but she saw nothing. That stung. She always knew Wolffe was less openly emotional about his attachment to her than the rest of the 104th, but Mal still thought their relationship meant something to him. She certainly never thought he’d push her out.

“I’m sorry to ask.” Rex quickly added, reading the shock on her face. “I wouldn’t like the idea of leaving my men either. Truth is, my troop is short on medics. I promoted my man Coric to CMO, leaving my Torrent Company with only one primary medic. And uh, frankly, we’re a little too reckless for that.”

Mal pulled her attention from the cool commander and back to the captain with the soft eyes. She could deal with Wolffe later.

“Wolffe brags about you all the time to the other COs. Figured if I was gonna go searching for a civilian medic, I might as well try to get the best.” Rex drummed his fingers on his helmet as he spoke.

Mal blushed at the statement before she quickly searched the Captain’s face. She was looking for flattery, but his smile was unwaveringly genuine.

“I promise you I’ll think about it,” she assured Rex. It was a lie, and Mal felt a pang of guilt after seeing how earnest he was.

“All I can ask.” Rex stood, tucking his helmet into his hip. “I need to get back to my ship. Can’t leave those di’kute unsupervised for too long.”

He let out a half-exasperated chuckle to himself before he nodded to her and then saluted the Commander. Rex turned on his heel without another word and marched from the room. Mal waited until the door was sealed shut behind him.

“What the hell, Wolffe?” She snapped as she spun back to him. “You’re trying to get rid of me?”

Wolffe leaned back in his chair as he raised an amused eyebrow at her, the corners of his lips turning up into a smirk. It was the look he always gave Mal when she got feisty with him. He enjoyed her hot-headed nature and entertained it the same way a loth wolf would tolerate the play-fighting of a pup. His lackadaisical response to her fury often made her laugh and soothed her, but sometimes, it irritated Mal, especially when she was really pissed off. This was one of those times.

“After everything, you’re just gonna ship me out?” Mal felt her voice start to rise as fear bubbled in her chest. She shifted to the edge of her seat, the world suddenly a little unsteady. “You’ve got to be kidding. This is bantha shit.”

“Settle down, ad’ika. I’m not kicking you out.” Wolffe crossed his arms, his voice even. “I’ve already found that you’re impossible to get rid of.”

“Fuck you.” Mal fired right back at him before she paused. His little quip helped temper the panic, but frustration still seethed from her. “Then what the hell?”

“Look,” He leaned forward, his voice dropping a half an octave. “Rex is with the 501st.”

Mal gasped, despite herself. Everyone in the GAR had heard of the 501st, the famously brave and infamously bold legion that fought under the command of General Anakin Skywalker. Stories of their more creative battle plans were told over shots of spotchka. In the last week, however, their name had been uttered in hushed tones and horrified whispers as the stories of what had happened on Umbara last week spread throughout the GAR.

“He was so…” She thought about Captain Rex’s smile. “... kind.”

“Always has been. Rex is the best of us.” He spoke without affection as though it were a fact. “The bravest, the most creative, the boldest. Even while he’s hurting right now, he’s only thinking of his men. For better or for worse. I think you can relate to him. In more ways than one.”

Wolffe settled back into his chair as he let the inference in his words sink in. The already small durasteel office seemed to shrink, closing in on Mal as she shifted in her seat.

“From the stories, they were tricked on Umbara.” Her heart began to pound at the implication. “Not controlled.”

“Didn’t say it was the same, ad’ika. Just said you might be able to relate.”

Mal’s frown deepened. Finally, when she didn’t speak, Wolffe rolled his eyes and sighed. She knew it was at her refusal to admit he might be on to something, but when he started again, his voice was softer than she had heard in a long time.

“Look, I know I don’t say it a lot, but I don’t know what we would have done without after….” Wolffe trailed off. Mal knew what he meant. He coughed. “You rescued Sinker, Boost, and me way back then.”

A silence filled the room for a moment as memories overwhelmed them both. The war had felt like years, but the weight of those early days never felt less heavy, especially if they looked directly at them.

“You rescued me first,” she quickly replied, giving him a small smile.

“Us finding you was luck, Mal.” He said firmly. “You came back, and you brought mirjahaal with you.”

Mal knew what he was implying. She had worked hard in the days and months after Grevious’ attack to make sure that the remnants of the 104th healed or at least knew that they would eventually heal, inside and out. It was the least that she could do. They had done the same for her not long before. And it seemed like Wolffe thought she could do the same for the 501st.

“I don’t know them.” She frowned.

“But I know you, and I think you can help them.”

“How can you ask me to leave you? To leave Sinker and Boost? After everything?” Her voice was starting to rise again.

“Because I owe Rex that. We all do.”

Mal didn’t say anything. What Wolffe was asking her - to leave the only family she had left- was impossible, and he should know it.

“It’s not just about the 501st, though. There’s another reason I think you should at least consider it.” Wolffe’s eyes narrowed, the white and amber iris each focused on her. Suddenly, the air was tense, and Mal felt bare before her old friend. “I didn’t say anything to Rex, but this is also your chance for answers… if you still want them.”

Answers. She hadn’t thought about answers in a long time. Defense bubbled up in her chest. Of course, she still wanted them. Wolffe had to know that. She looked at him, half-pleading. His scar. Before Khorm. That was the last time they had talked about this. Before Khorm. Mal’s heart began to sink as she realized that it had been almost a year since she had looked into any of her leads. She didn’t realize it had been so long. What had happened to her family was easier to push down and push aside while she busied herself with making war. She pretended that fighting the Separatists was enough. She had ignored her oath to find out why everyone was dead, and she was ignoring the debt she owed them. She’d gotten comfortable. The oxygen was suddenly scarce as Mal tried to inhale. Cadex and Tynan’s faces flashed before her, their green eyes staring blankly into hers.

Wolffe cleared his throat again, pulling her back to the present. Breath flooded her lungs as Wolffe waited. She mustered up the courage to respond.

“I do.” Mal finally answered.

“Then take the transfer,” Wolffe repeated. “I will follow General Plo until I die, but his methods are slower… more precise. Skywalker will get you where you want to be.”

She didn’t say anything, the flame of defensiveness wetted by her guilt. It had been over two years, and she hadn’t gotten any closer to finding out what had happened or why. Mal had brought her story to General Plo Koon after she had first been rescued. The Kel Dor listened with interest and promised he would help. She knew he meant it, but the war raged on, and nothing had come of it. Wolffe was right. It was time for answers, and she needed to find a Jedi ready to help. She needed a Jedi who would be a little reckless.

“The decision is up to you.” Wolffe shook his head, finally breaking eye contact for a moment, just enough to let her breathe again. He brought his hands down to the desk, a tell-tale sign that he was closing the subject. “But you should know I wouldn’t give up my favorite medic unless I had a reason.”

“I’ll think about it,” Mal said as she stood.

This time, she meant it.

Mal tried to think about it as she made her way to the mess hall, but the annoyance that had dissipated under Wolffe’s gaze was beginning to bubble up again. How dare he try to talk her into leaving? This was her family, the only one she had anymore, and she belonged here. A feeling of betrayal settled like a rock into the pit of her stomach as she collected whatever slop the GAR was serving. She sought out her friends quickly.

Mal spotted Crux first. The clone medic stood out with his shaved head, the practical choice he once told her, and the GAR medical sigil tattooed on the back of his neck. Sitting with him were two other unmistakable heads, one of silver and the other decorated with two long, maroon strips.

“Why the long face?” Boost asked as Mal set her tray on the table and plopped down on the bench across from him.

She told them about the transfer. She gave them Rex’s offer and Wolffe’s logic, and then she told them all the reasons she was furious. This was her home. Her family. She waited for them to be mad for her. She waited for the cries of outrage. They never came.

“‘S not a bad idea.” Boost rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced over at Sinker.

Mal followed his gaze to see Sinker nodding. She snapped her head to her fellow medic, looking for support, but next to her, Crux shrugged in agreement.

“What is this?” She threw her arms up in the air. “Is everyone trying to get rid of me?”

“No one’s trying to get rid of you, ad’ika.” Boost quickly tried to assure her.

“Yeah, that’s impossible. We already tried.” Sinker snickered.

“That’s what Wolffe said, too,” Mal grumbled, shooting a glare at Sinker as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Neither of you are funny.”

“Look, be mad all you want.” Boost answered as he dove back into his meal, the shock of the news immediately wearing off in the face of a rapidly cooling dinner. “But Wolffe is right. If you want to be in the middle of the action, if you want answers, and you want ‘em quickly, the 501st is the place to be. And a spot with them isn’t going to open up every week.”

“You never know with their casualty numbers.”

Sinker chuckled again as Boost shot him the glare this time. Boost shook his head at his brother before he turned his attention back to his meal. He sliced a piece of his protein cube off and found it with his fork before he turned back to Mal, waving his skewered food like a lightsaber.

“It’s your call to make, but the fact that Captain Rex asked for you is a compliment. You’re a damn good medic, and you’ve worked hard to get here. Done a lot for us clones in the 104th along the way. Now it’s time to get what you want. Don’t you think you deserve that?”

You deserve to be happy.

“Tye would have told you to do it,” Sinker added, his joking tone suddenly gone.

Mal didn’t respond to that. She didn’t even look at Sinker. Instead, she turned to Crux, trying to ignore how her skin was starting to crawl.

“What do you think?”

The 104th’s medic was quiet, momentarily assessing as he always did.

“It makes sense.” Crux finally spoke. “Will we be short a medic for the time being? Yes, but the 501st has far higher mortality numbers than we do. Strategically, they need you more.”

“Aw shucks, just saw you’ll miss me.” Mal elbowed the stiff medic.

He grinned back.

“Well, that goes without saying.”

The conversation quickly turned to other subjects, but food quickly disappeared, and the meal wound down. As they gathered their trays and empty cups, She and Crux said their goodbyes to the other two before they started to wander back to the medbay. Mal waited until they were in the empty halls to broach the subject again

She and Crux hadn’t always seen eye to eye. Their first few months together had been particularly rough. He didn’t trust her as a civilian, and she resented him for… well, for not being Tye. But it had been a long time since then. His even temper and logic in the face of blaster fire and carnage were a perfect balance to her emotionally charged reactions. He was the only one besides Wolffe who would know what the right answer was.

“Really, what do you think?” She slid her hands into the pockets of the grey jumpsuit as she prodded the stoic medic again.

“You really want to know?”

“I asked.” She shrugged, her long gently red braid bouncing on her shoulder.

“Yeah, well, I’ve fallen into that trap before, Mal.” Crux chuckled, and Mal knew that one of any number of memories of heated arguments was on his mind. “You don’t usually like being told what to do.”

“I just want your advice,” She said, “as a friend, not as my medic CO.”

“Alright.” Crux sighed before he spoke. “I think that, despite what it feels like right now, this war isn’t going to go on forever. You have to take the opportunities you’re given. Take it from a clone.”

Mal stopped in her tracks. Crux continued a few steps, not realizing he was leaving his companion before he looked to his side and found the space empty. He paused and turned back to where his words had stopped her in her tracks. Shame burned her cheeks. Here she was, oscillating over choices that gave her a power in her future that the clones rarely saw.

“I’m sorry, Crux, I-”

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for, Mal.” He shook his head as he quickly cut her off. “I know you didn’t mean anything by it. I’m just offering a different perspective. I don’t want to see you miss your chance to change your path.”

Mal bit her lip as she nodded, digging her hands further into her pockets. Crux gave her a small smile.

“Go get some rest, Mal. I’ll finish up in the medbay.”

Mal didn’t realize how exhausted she felt until she stripped off the jumpsuit, let her hair loose, and pulled on sweatpants and a sweater. It had sunk into her bones and laid heavy there. Still, neither rest nor clarity found Mal when she crawled into bed. As the lights flickered off on the living quarters of the Star Destroyer, Mal lay in a lonely lower bunk in the small and otherwise empty civilian barracks. The idea of a transfer had taken root in her head, and it was sprouting. She wished she was back on Coruscant, something that she rarely felt. Still, Mal missed the dingy local pool that she and Tye had found on the 576th level the week after she had moved into her off-base apartment. She wanted to swim. The future was always clearer in the water.

Instead, Mal stared up at the dim metal of the top bunk. The thought of leaving the 104th still made her pulse quicken and her breath rise. Leaving this battalion would be more than a transfer. It would be losing her family again. She owed her life to Sinker, Boost, and Wolffe. She had been with them when they had to rebuild. The idea of not having their back or them not having hers was devastating. Who would patch them up? Who would make sure that Wolffe ate something or that Comet slept?

Mal turned on her side, eyes looking out into the impenetrable dark. It was overwhelming. She was usually grateful that she didn’t have to share the bunk with anyone. She didn’t have to worry about upsetting them when the nightmares came, and she had always appreciated solitude. Tonight, Mal would have liked someone to talk to, though. She thought about comm-ing Wolffe or Crux, but a growing part of her realized that the one person she really wanted to talk to was Tye.

Tye. In the span of a lifetime, she’d only known him for a fraction of it, but he had a clarity and purpose that she’d never seen in anyone. She could use that clarity right now. The last time she remembered having it was when she made the decision to join the GAR as a medic so she could help the 104th. She had needed to give something back to all of the Wolfpack, but her debt to Tye weighed heaviest on her, and it was one she couldn’t repay. Not anymore. He was a corpse floating somewhere out in the Abregado system. All she could do was look after his brothers and hope it was enough. Now Wolffe was telling her his brothers needed help. Maybe this was what she needed to do to keep repaying that debt.

And then there was the promise of answers. Wolffe was right. Mal had pushed that quest aside for a long time, focusing on the day-to-day battle instead of the questions always in the back of her mind. If this was the chance to finally find out what happened to her family, she had to take it. She owed it to herself and them, another debt to the dead. A hand wandered up to her temple and traced a familiar path into her hairline until it found the raised skin that lay beneath her auburn roots. Mal ran her fingertips over the small incision, long since healed and hidden. It had been hidden long enough. It was time for answers.

Sleep crept up on Mal like a nexu, springing out at her from the darkness and wrestling her mind into the abyss. She didn’t have any nightmares that night.

Mal woke up the next morning feeling rested in a way she couldn't remember being since before the war when rainy nights on Takodana would turn into bright mornings where the sun-kissed dew would fall from the overgrown canopy. Those mornings when she would take her boat to the lake and patrol the waterways were the last time she remembered having this kind of purpose. Despite the uncertainty ahead, it was fortifying.

Mal took a quick sonic shower in her private fresher before she braided her hair and pulled on her gray jumpsuit. She glanced in the long mirror as she ran her fingers over the 104th's emblem on her chest. She traced the aurebesh numbers and the small wolf emblem. With deft fingers, Mal took the pin from the fabric and pocketed it.

She stepped out of the fresher, and immediately went to see Wolffe. The hallways were filled with familiar faces and greetings, and she savored every one of them. Wildfire met her with her morning caf. They took it the same - one sugar, one cream - and after continuously switching cups in briefings, he finally just started to bring Mal her own, with an M on the lid. She surprised him with a hug as she took it and promised she would meet him at breakfast in a little bit. There was something she had to do.

The caf tasted even sweeter today, and Mal smiled as she sipped on on the warm drink. She clasped her hands around the cup as she found herself stopping before Wolffe's office again. The blast door loomed before her for a moment. She knew that there were things on the other side that she might not like. There were no answers that would save her from her sins. One hand left its grip on the cup so she could run her fingers over the cool durasteel, tracing the fine lines until she found the control panel. Mal typed in the code she knew by heart, and the door slid open. An affectionate smile crossed her lips when she spotted Wolffe. He was sitting behind his desk as he always did, behind a mound of flimsi and nose buried in a datapad. She realized she would miss his messy desk.

“I’ll do it,” Mal quickly spoke, not giving herself even a second to change her mind.

Wolffe kept typing.

“Our leave next week overlaps with the 501st. We’ll make the transition then.”

“You already talked to Rex.” She huffed. It wasn’t a question.

He finally looked up from the datapad with a sly grin.

“I knew you’d say yes.”

Mal shook her head at the Commander as she rolled her eyes and sighed at his arrogance. The annoyance didn’t reach her eyes, though. With nothing else to discuss, Mal turned to go. Before she could make it to the door, Wolffe spoke again.

“You made the hard choice, Mal,” Wolffe called. “He’d be proud.”

Mal stopped in her tracks. She could ignore Sinker when he brought up Tye, but she couldn’t ignore Wolffe. Mal turned to him with an attempt at a smile, even though she knew it likely looked like a grimace.

“I know.”

“They all would be. Your father, Cadex, and Tynan too.”

Mal’s eyes widened as the names left her friend’s mouth. Wolffe never mentioned her family directly. Even though he knew more about her than anyone else alive, he’d always respected her privacy. Bile began to rise in Mal’s throat. Could she still make them proud? She tried to nod to Wolffe. She stiffly lowered her chin just a little before she spun on her heel and double-timed her way back to her barrack. All along the way, a voice chased her.

You deserve to be happy.

It wasn't until she reached the mess hall that her ears stopped ringing, the noise of the hungry clones a reprieve from the thunderous voices in her head. Wildfire waved her over to a table, and Mal pushed aside Wolffe's final words. No one knew what she deserved, but she was ready to find out.

When Mal finally stepped onto the hangar of the 501st battalion, the morning’s distress had evaporated along with any remnants of a hangover. She had closed the book on her mistake. The clone, Fives, was a mirage now. He was nothing more than a memory at this point, a reaffirmation of her rules, and eventually, once the shame wore off, an embarrassing story for her to tell Sinker and Boost the next time she saw them. Mal had real things to worry about now.

Though the hangover may have been gone, the headache seemed to come right back as she stepped into the sea of blue and white troopers. Her new blue jumpsuit, swapped for her old grey one, matched the armor of the men who marched by her, but there were no signs of recognition. They swarmed around her, looking at their datapads, at each other, looking anywhere but at the nat-born who had just entered their realm. There were no greetings or hugs. There was no Boost to slap her on the back, no Sinker launching an airborne assault of loving insults in salute, no Wildfire with her morning caf. She shifted, all alone amid the Grand Army of the Republic. For the first time in a long time, the machine of the GAR ground on around Mal.

“Mal!” A friendly voice called out from behind her.

She spun immediately, thirsting for anything familiar. A vague feeling of disappointment settled in her gut as she realized the voice was attached to a pair of rapidly approaching jaig eyes.

Stop it. She chastised herself. You agreed to this. Time to make the most of it.

So Mal tucked away the ache and waved at the approaching man. He pulled his helmet from his head, revealing a sideways smile. Captain Rex held his hand out to her before he chirped over the din of the GAR’s machinations.

“Welcome to the 501st.”

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sunshinesdaydream · 7 months

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For the OC ship game could we get some Headcanons for Ella x Fives please 🥰

Ella and Fives Is annoyed to lovers a thing? Because that's what this is.

-Ella is annoyed by him when they meet, mostly because he was assigned to "protect her" while she retrieved some artifact after he became a ARC. She didn't feel that she needed an escort.

-Fives is annoyed because he thinks he'd better used on an actual battlefield and not "babysitting a librarian"

-Ella is impressed by how Fives takes this task as seriously as any other and follows her lead unless he notices something amiss that she does not. Also when the mission goes a bit more Indiana Jones he becomes far more intrigued with what they were retrieving. She falls hard for the heartfelt way he speaks.

-Fives is impressed by her willingness to get dirty, her matter of fact way of speaking, and as soon as they were in a situation he was better trained for giving him the lead. "You are the soldier, I'm just an archeologist," she told him. "I'm pretty sure this is your area of expertise,"

-After they are together they cuddle and trade stories a lot. He tells her about brothers and battles and stories he has picked up on various planets. She tells him stories about the past. This is often how they fall asleep together.

-Whenever she can she takes him on her missions. Especially when they lean to the more adventurous. Ella has told ObiWan "I don't need to go teaching half the GAR how to behave in an archeological site."

-Echo ships it, and adores his new vod. Especially since she points out to Fives that he is right often.

OC x Canon Ship Headcanons Post

#ask game #oc ask game #star wars #the clone wars #clone wars #arc trooper fives #oc Ella Orunitia #fives x oc #sunshine's OCs

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vodika-vibes · 9 months

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Fives Makes a Friend pt. 2

Alright, here’s part 2 of Fives Makes a Friend.

Fives has his surgery. Mace’s bad day gets minorly better. Padme’s day starts bad, gets better, and then gets worse! Anakin’s bad day is turning into a bad week!

Please let me know what you think about it! Because I live for comments on my stories! Plus, how can I improve without comments?

tagging: @starrrgazingbunny

Padme Amidala was having a bad day. Well, she was having a bad year, really. The war stressed her out beyond belief, not to mention the distressingly large number of people she worked with who legitimately believed that the Clones weren’t people, and they obviously were!

Padme took a deep breath as she felt her blood pressure rise.

Her doctor told her she needed to relax more. But she wasn’t sure how she could relax when there was a war on and the Chancellor seemed totally unwilling to even consider peace talks-

No. Today was a rest day. She was going to go to the luxury make up store where she normally bought her make-up, by the most expensive and relaxing bubble bath that they have, and maybe a candle or three, and she was going to sit in the bathtub and read the newest romance novel that Sabe bought for her.

The war was not going to be a concern for her today.

No siree.

In fact, for today, there was no war.

And she wasn’t a senator. She was just a woman who lived on Coruscant. And wanted a day of relaxation.

And then a young twi’lek with rainbow skin skipped past her, and dropped a balloon filled with paint on the ground.

Padme stared at the vibrant blue paint staining the concrete in front of her, and turned to look at the parade of people heading towards the senate building.

They were all dressed similarly, mostly. There was lots of black, though there were a few wearing vibrant pastel colors. And the hair colors ran the entire spectrum of the rainbow.

And they were, all of them, carrying spray paint cans or balloons. Padme was pretty sure that the balloons were filled with paint. And for a moment, she felt nothing but dread.

She reached out and touched the arm of a young woman who was about the same height as her, “Excuse me,” Padme said, smiling kindly at the green haired…oh, she was a Chiss. “Is there some sort of festival happening?” She asked, as she tried to shake away her surprise at seeing a green haired Chiss.

The young woman let out a loud laugh, “We’ve decided that we’re tired of the senate not treating the clones as people. So-” She gestured to the paint, “We’re gonna make them pay attention.”

Padme blinked at her, startled. “People…support the clones?” She asked.

The Chiss woman looked annoyed at Padme’s comment, “Of course we do! We know what it’s like to not be accepted for who we are!” She tapped her own chest, “My ma and pa kicked me out cause I refused to pretend to be a boy anymore.” She explained.

“I…no…I was just…surprised. I haven’t seen much support for the clones. Anywhere.” Padme said quickly, her face turning red as she realized her comment could have been seen as criticism.

“Then you haven’t been looking in the right places, love!” A tall man with long purple hair shouted as he hoisted a massive box of something over his head, “Oi! Cal got us some presents! She reworked them so they won’t hurt nothing!”

There was a loud cheer, as young men and women swarmed the purple man, and took items from the box. Padme realized, as she looked closer, that the items in the boxes were bombs of some sort. And the feeling of dread intensified.

“You wanna come with?” The Chiss woman asked, as she offered Padme a can of spray paint.

“I…don’t think that would be appropriate.” Padme said hesitantly, even as she reached for the can of paint.

“Sometimes, you have to be willing to fight for what you believe in,” The other woman said brightly, “And the paint is water soluble and all natural, so it won’t add to the pollution.”

Padme took the can, “I’m not really dressed for this.” She said, as a grin crossed her face.

“Nah, you see Lonnie over there,” She pointed at an older woman wearing a full bodied gown, “She’s over dressed for this, you look fine. My name's Elisi, by the way.”

“Padme.”

“Oh! Aren’t you a senator?” Elisi asked, her eyes wide.

“Um…yeah.”

Elisi stared at her, and then grinned, “Wicked.” She took Padme’s hand, “Come on! This is gonna be a blast!”

Literally, Padme couldn’t help but think as she remembered the explosives the purple man had handed out like candy. Still, a grin crossed her face as she joined the crowd heading towards the senate building, and excitement built in her heart.

This might be inappropriate, but so was the war. Maybe it was time to stop fighting her war quietly, and maybe it was time to be loud.

******************

“You know, you don’t have to stay,” Mace Windu said patiently to the pink haired young woman who was patiently sitting next to him in the waiting room of the Halls of Healing. He had learned her name was Cal, and that she was an engineering student.

He wondered what the local university was teaching kids these days, with the ease that she turned the explosives from Jedi Storage into something much less harmful.

“I know, but I promised that I would see him later. So I’m staying.”

“I’m not going to let anyone hurt him,” Mace pointed out slowly.

“I know. But I’m staying anyway.” Cal replied serenely.

“Okay,” He slumped back in his seat, his gaze wandering to the door that separated the operation theater from the waiting room. He hoped that Vokara would be able to remove the chip from Fives head without damaging either the chip or the man it was being removed from.

Though, he was much more concerned about the man than the chip.

“You seem anxious, Master Mace.” Cal said as she looked up from her book.

“I am anxious.” Mace admitted, “This is a shitshow.”

Cal tilted her head, “Which part? The part where the men you trust with your life have a switch in their heads that will force them to turn on you? Or the part where the war was designed simply to kill the jedi?”

“All of it.” Mace pressed his face into his hands, “How are we supposed to stop this from happening? What’s stopping fucking Palpatine from ordering the men to turn on us before we can take him in?”

Cal rolled her eyes, “That’s easy. Jam the communications around the senate.”

“...what?”

“Jam communications around the senate. No comms in, no comms out. And keep the Guard away from the Chancellor, which is what the riot was for, right?”

Mace opened his mouth to say something, when the door opened, and Vokara stepped into the waiting room. “First of all, Fives is going to make a complete recovery, he’s been moved into recovery room 1, Miss Daines. Down the hall, first door on the left.”

“Thank you Healer Che!” Cal said as she got to her feet and hurried down the hall. There was the sound of a door sliding open, and then shut again, and Vokara pinned Mace in place with a severe look.

“We managed to remove the chip, and it’s still in working order.” She pressed a small specimen jar into Mace’s hand, “You have a plan, I trust.”

“...I do now. Thank you Vokara, I have to go.” Mace stood, and bowed at the Head Healer, before he turned and hurried out of the room.

He needed Yoda and Plo. Obi-Wan wasn’t on Coruscant, he was hunting Grievous. Kit was on Coruscant, as was Depa. Anakin was also on Coruscant. But he could get Ahsoka to distract him.

Sheev Palpatine was trying to destroy his family. That could not be allowed to stand.

Mace Windu viewed himself as a good man. A righteous man. Not a violent man.

And Sheev Palpatine had triggered every one of his protective tendencies.

The fact that the Jedi were going to owe everything to a group of punk kids who loved deeply enough to just believe a clone when he told them about a conspiracy was something he would think about later.

For now, he had to prepare for battle.

**********

Fives woke quickly. Snapping from unconsciousness to wake in the span of a few moments.

For one terrifying moment, he thought he was back on Kamino, that he was about to be decommissioned, but the thought quickly faded when he caught a glimpse of something pink out the corner of his eye.

There was nothing pink on Kamino.

He turned his head, and his breath caught in his throat.

Cal was sitting there. Her legs were crossed, and her bare feet were balanced on the side of his bed. Her eyes were locked on a screen hanging from the ceiling.

He hadn’t actually expected her to be there when he woke up.

Hell, he hadn’t actually expected to wake up in the first place.

“Cal?” Her head snapped away from the news program at the sound of his voice, “You’re still here?”

She smiled at him, her painted lips stretching into a wide grin, “Of course I stayed. I told you I would see you later, right?”

“Thought you meant, like, actually later.” Fives admitted, “You seemed pretty thrilled at the idea of Jedi sponsored chaos.” His gaze lingered on her for a moment, “Also, I thought you were just saying it to be nice.”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Fives. You’ll learn that eventually.” Cal promised.

“That makes it sound like you want to stick around,” Fives said slowly, “Like you want me to stick around.”

“Is that so hard to believe? The first thing you ever said to me was calling me gorgeous. I definitely want that kind of energy in my life.” Cal joked, “Besides, you’re handsome.”

“Ah, you only want me for my body,” Fives joked right back.

“I’m sure you have other qualities that I’ll like.” Cal replied impishly, “Maybe you can show me? After we clear your name?”

“...are you asking me on a date?” Fives asked, startled.

“Well, I’m trying to.”

“...that’s not fair, I was going to ask you on a date!” Fives whined.

“You can ask me on the next one.”

He laughed, “Deal. And yes, I’d like to go on a date with you. But I don’t get paid, so-”

“Great, I’ll make you food and we can have a picnic!” Cal said cheerfully.

“Never been on one of those,” Fives murmured thoughtfully, “I’m looking forward to it.” He paused, and then frowned at Cal, “How’d my surgery go?”

“Good, according to Healer Che. She said it was pretty simple, as far as brain surgery goes.” Cal leaned back in her seat, “I guess the chip was located on your brain, rather than in your brain, which was what she feared. Your surgery didn’t even take an hour. And that’s only because they were being extra careful.”

“And the chip?”

“Safely in the hands of Mace Windu.”

“What’s he going to do?”

“That I don’t know. I’m not a jedi, but Healer Che has sealed off the Halls of Healing for the time being.” Cal said quietly, “No one in or out.” She nodded towards the screen, “That’s happening live, though.”

Fives turned his attention towards the screen, and his eyebrows shot up. There were hundreds of people in front of the senate. “Where’d all the people come from?”

“Turns out, there are a lot of people who are less than thrilled with the senate,” Cal said, “According to Spark, people just started joining when they heard what the others were doing. That was about half an hour ago.”

“No updates since then?”

“My guess is that communications were jammed, to keep anything tragic from happening.” Cal said delicately.

“You mean Palpatine.” Fives replied, “You think he’d…”

“Don’t worry Fives, your brothers are going to be fine. I know it.”

“When did you become a jedi?” He tries to quip, even as his hands start shaking at the thought of what Palpatine wanted to do to his brothers.

Cal reached out and took his hands in hers, “Not a jedi, but I do have faith. That’s all you need here, Fives. Faith in the jedi. Faith that they’re going to help.”

His hands close around hers, “My General is close to Palpatine. He wouldn’t have believed me. He would have turned me over to the Guard-”

“Mace Windu swore to protect you, and I choose to believe him.”

Fives blinked at her, and then he exhaled slowly, “Yeah. Alright. I can believe in him.” So far as he was aware, General Windu was a stand up guy.

“Good. Now, let’s watch the news and see what we can learn.”

Half an hour later, a news report broke.

“This just in,” The Twi’lek reporter said, her voice slightly shaking, “Sheev Palpatine, former Chancellor of the Republic, is dead. According to witnesses at the scene, Former Chancellor Palpatine admitted that he started the war with the Separatists, and was actually running both sides of the war at the same time.”

“He confessed?” Cal asked, stunned.

“Didn’t see that coming,” Fives agreed, just as shocked.

The reporter continued, “Furthermore, Mister Palpatine confessed to starting the war simply to wipe out the jedi, so he could create an Empire with him at the helm.” The woman sounded disgusted. “The Senate term is currently on hold, while the Jedi start an investigation into the current senators, to see who, if any, have similar aspirations. And, indeed, to see if any of them helped him.” The twi’lek visibly composed herself, “And in other news-”

Cal pressed the button, cutting the holo off. “Well.” She turned her gaze towards Fives, “Look at that, you just saved the Republic.”

“Do you think that comes with a monetary reward, or-?”

Cal giggled, “I hope so, you deserve it if it does.” She stood and pulled her boots back on, “I’m going to go get Healer Che, she might release you early.”

Fives frowned, “I had brain surgery, I’m sure she won’t.” He paused, and glanced at Cal, “Though, when she says no, that means I can watch you remove your boots next time, right?”

Cal flushed a pale shade of pink, “Sure, Fives. Next time you can watch. I’ll be right back.”

**************

Padme Amidala was in shock.

She was covered in paint, her new dress was stained seven different colors, and she had even more paint in her hair. She had more fun today than she’s had since she was a child.

And then the announcement came out that Palpatine had pulled the strings of the war.

And Padme just. Collapsed.

She had put him there. Her words had gotten Valorum ousted, and her words had gotten Palpatine put there.

She as good as started the war herself.

Elisi gripped her by the shoulders, and Padme looked up at her, “It’s my fault. I did this-”

“No.” Elisi said sternly. “The only one at fault is Palpatine. You were a child. A child who was manipulated by a mentor. By a trusted adult. You did nothing wrong.”

“What if he manipulated me in other ways?” Padme asked.

“Maybe he did, but it’s still not your fault.” Elisi said firmly, before she pressed a small card into Padme’s hands, “Here. This is my therapist's business card. He’s awesome. You should give him a call. He’ll be able to help you, I’m sure of it.”

“Thank you.” Padme whispered, and then she paled under the paint, “Oh. My husband is going to be so angry…”

“At you?” Elisi asked, her eyes narrowing.

“No. At the situation in general. He…Palpatine was his friend. He’s going to think…he’s going to…” Padme trailed off, already thinking about the tantrum Anakin was going to throw when he heard what happened, and her mind jumping back to Tatooine, and the people he slaughtered there.

Elisi stared at Padme, before she knelt and placed her hands on her shoulders, “Padme, are you safe at home?”

Padme stared at Elisi, shocked, “He would never hurt me!”

“That doesn’t mean you’re safe there.” Elisi pointed out, very gently, “My parents never laid a hand on me. But it doesn’t mean that I was safe there.”

“I…I think I am.” Padme said hesitantly.

“But you’re not sure?”

“...no.”

Elisi nodded, “You can sleep on the spare bed in my room. I already share a place with 9 other people, and often there are nearly twice that many people staying there anyway. It’ll be like a sleepover. We’ll have fun.” She paused, “Oh. You don’t have a problem with sharing a room with me. On account of being Trans and all?”

Padme blinked, what a strange question. “No. Why would I have a problem with that?”

Elisi smiled, “You’d be surprised.” She offered Padme her hand, “Come on, let me introduce you to most of my roommates. Cal isn’t here, she’s at the Jedi Temple watching over her boytoy, but you can meet the others. And you can change into my clothes when we get home.”

Padme smiled, “I have to contact my Handmaidens, but…alright.” She took Elisi’s hand and allowed the stronger woman to pull her to her feet.

Maybe she was indirectly responsible for the war. Maybe. But Padme had a feeling that everything would be alright.

**********

Everything was not alright.

Anakin Skywalker stared at the screen that was showing all of the evidence that Palpatine was directly responsible for the war. He stared at the footage of Padme, his Padme, in the middle of the riot at the senate building.

His friend was dead. And Padme wasn’t answering his increasingly furious comms.

His friend was dead. And Obi-Wan was on the other side of the galaxy, trying to hunt down Dooku and Grievous.

His friend was dead. And Rex had placed himself between Anakin and Ahsoka.

His friend was dead. And Ahsoka was hiding behind Rex.

Anakin was vaguely aware of Rex ushering Ahsoka away from him, and towards the temple. It bothered him. A lot.

He would never hurt Ahsoka.

But right now, he kind of wanted to hurt someone.

His grip tightened around his lightsaber. But there was no one to fight. It was just him here.

He was alone.

And everything was not alright.

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