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cc-cobalt-1043 · 2 years

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Star wars the clone wars Valor of war (my star wars AU)

Episode 2: Domino twins

Echo and Fives are a pair of arc trooper twins that work in the 501st, they are courageous and brave soldiers thst would give their lives for the cause.

Though they were friendly, the other clones were wise to not get on their bad sides, as they would give very horrific threats to anyone that did.

Wether or not they actually meant these threats has yet to be determined.

Since the early stages regular soldiers became more common on GAR.

At first no one thought much of it, but it wasn't long before the groups began to clash.

One of these was a nat lieutenant who came from a base on Courscant, he was simply referred to as Americ and was allocated to the same barracks that Echo and Fives resided in.

"I see this place is crawling with fleshy droids." He sneered arrogantly.

"I hope that's not the only attitude you have, because if it is, you won't last long here." Echo said angrily.

"Are you threatening me 1409." Americ said furiously.

"Don't you dare call him by his number, he has a name, just like any proper soldier, you kriffer." Fives growled.

"Don't talk to me like that, I've been fighting for years and have rightly earned my rank, show me some respect." Americ growled.

"We only show respect to those who give it back, and you have shown no such thing since arriving." Echo said scowling.

Before the men could exchange anymore insults, Americ was called for a mission briefing and left.

The twins were furious.

"Who does that stuffed up nat think he is." Echo said.

"What should we do?" Pondered Fives.

"I'm not sure, he's only given words so far, but if he does anything to us or anyone else, then we'll think of something." Echo said.

Over the next two weeks Americ continued to be arrogant to any clone that so much as passed him, even targeting Rex and the higher officers.

After two days of this he and Fives got into a vicious row and it was from there on Americ developed an acute dislike for the arc trooper and gave him no end of grief.

Perhaps the worst instance of this was when he called Fives a very disgusting name, the worst insult a clone can receive.

For Echo this was the last straw as he couldn't bare to see his twin suffer at the hands of a spiteful officer.

"You're a kriffing nuisance, it's to leave you behind I'd love." Echo said scowling at Americ.

"You can't, I'm essential." Americ sneered.

"Like hell you are, you're just a voice in the background when all's said and done, spite Fives would you, TAKE THAT." Echo growled before raising a fist and punching Americ directly on the jaw.

Americ was so stunned he fell back a few steps.

"And there's more coming, if you misbehave." Echo threatened.

"Oh no there won't be." Kix said appearing from nowhere.

"KIX, what are you doing here." Echo stuttered nervously.

"The question is, what are YOU doing, assaulting an officer is a very serious offence Echo." Kix said looking at the arc trooper, both angry and surprised.

"This kriffer has been giving my twin all matter of grief." Echo said.

"And how is assaulting him going to change that." Kix said the firm look returning to his face.

"He might stop doing it in future." Echo replied.

"Will you Americ?" Kix questioned firmly looking at Americ.

"Well umm..uh." Americ stuttered unable to awnser.

"You see Echo, if your plan had worked he would have awnsered with a resounding yes." Kix said looking at Echo, who looked down in shame.

Kix then looked at Americ with a firm look.

"Americ are you alright, will you need to go to the medbay after this?" Kix asked.

"No chief, I'm fine?" Americ said.

"Good, because after I report this to Fox, you and I are going to have a few stern words." Kix said warningly.

Fox was informed and charges were filed, for his crime Echo was suspended for two whole weeks, during which time Fives ripped into his brother rightly.

Kix and Americ had a good long talk afterwards, whatever was said the officer behaved much better after that.

He and Fives stayed apart for a good long time untill the day Fives was working at a quay.

The arc trooper wasn't feeling too well and had been assigned lighter duties.

Fives was counting the fuel barrels making sure the correct amount was at the base.

Suddenly there was a whizzing sound and a barrel exploded.

Fives was thrown high into the air and just as he nearly fell into the sea, Fives grabbed onto the edge of the peir.

"Help, someone help." Fives called terrified as he dangled over the edge.

Luckily Echo, who was nearby came to his aid and after stretching out a hand pulled Fives to safety.

"Thank you Echo, thank you." Fives said panting for breath.

"What happened Fives, did you slip over?" Echo asked concerned.

"No, someone caused one of the barrels to explode, but I don't know who did it." Fives said confused.

Unbeknownst to them Americ was watching them from behind, cursing under his breath.

"Damm, I was so close to getting rid of him." Americ growled.

Later the twins were resting on a tank, still shaken by what happened.

Fives decided to take his mind of it by surveying his surroundings.

He saw a young clone trooper standing by the peir.

All of a sudden there was an explosion and the clone was thrown into the air toward the quay.

Both twins were shocked and as Fives watched on unable to move in time, Echo looked back at the depot.

There standing close by was Americ, smirking.

But before anyone could say anything the clone trooper fell over the edge of the quay and plunged into the deep cold sea.

None of the rescue equipment was good enough to pull the young clone from the water, and even though they could call for some that was, it would be far too late when it arrived.

The shiny was lost forever.

Echo and Fives didn't know what to think, on one half they saddened by the loss of that clone trooper, but on the other hand, they were enraged.

"So you saw Americ at the depot?" Fives asked.

"Yeah, we both heard a shot before that barrel exploded, I think we both know what happened." Echo said.

Then both twins noticed something.

On a distant peir Americ was watching the sea and the failed rescue operation with a massive grin on his face.

It was now obvious, he had killed that poor young clone trooper, and earlier had tried to do the same to Fives.

For the Domino twins, that was the final straw.

That night Americ was on his way back to the main base with a clone guard.

He didn't notice a certain pair of arc troopers on a path nearby, watching them.

"Shame about that young shiny." The guard said solemnly.

"Yes indeed." Americ said faking sorrow.

Suddenly there was a sputtering Noise from the tank's engine, and it came to a stop.

The guard and Americ got out and inspected the tank's engine.

"What happened?" Americ asked.

"I'm not sure, it's not working anymore, we must have taken on contaminated fuel, I'll have to go back to the outpost for help." The guard said.

With that the guard preceded to run back down the path, where ge would return to the outpost.

Americ was all alone, but not for long.

He soon heard the crunching of footsteps coming from behind.

"You took you're time getting here, but late's better than-OW" Americ cried as he was bumped roughly from behind.

"Do you mind." Americ growled.

"Quiet you." A stern Echo said.

"Which one are you 1409, or that other one?" Americ asked.

"We're both here." Fives awnsered.

Americ smirked at this.

"What, it takes two of you to help one of me." Americ said smugly.

"Actually, we both wish to accomplish the same goal." Echo said.

"What are you talking about?" Americ asked.

The twins didn't awnser and began marching.

"What about my guard, he hasn't come back yet?" Americ asked confused.

Again the twins didn't respond.

"Are any of you going to awnser me." Americ demanded.

Still no response.

Eventually they reached a forest and stopped.

Americ watched as Echo pulled out a flashlight and turned it on, then they moved onto an old crumbling pathway.

Americ was going to ask where they were going, but since he didn't get an awnser on the last few questions, he saw no point in it.

Soon they came to an old wooden bridge, Americ thought nothing of it at first, until he noticed nothing.

There was a large gap between both ends of the bridge, meaning it had collapsed.

"Can you two stop the-the bridge is out?" Americ asked nervously.

The twins said nothing and kept moving.

Americ was now desperate.

"ARE YOU DEATH, I SAID THE BRIDGE IS OUT." Americ yelled terrified.

Despite the man's wailing they moved closer to the edge, and just as Americ was right at the edge of the bridge they came to a halt.

Americ began to teeter.

"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING." Americ cried terrified.

"Tell me nat-born how does it feel teetering over the edge, how does it feel knowing you could fall?" Echo questioned

"What do you think it feels, IT'S BLOODY TERRIFYING, NOW PULL ME BACK." Americ yelled.

"Now you know how I felt when you tried to blow me into the quay, not to mention that clone trooper you said flying into the bloody sea." Fives said.

Americ's mouth dropped.

"H-how-how did you know?" He questioned.

"Do you think no one would notice the way you reacted to that trooper's death, you may have hidden it from the soldiers and jedi but you didn't hide from us, so we decided to make sure you can't harm anyone else." Echo awnsered.

"Of course we had to get you to a standstill so we contaminated the fuel in that yard with some water, given the length of the journey home, we knew you couldn't get back without taking some more." Fives said.

"This-This was all planned, p-please, I swear it was an accident, I never meant for that clone to fall into the ocean, I thought that barrel was-." Americ attempted to plead.

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT RUBBISH." Bellowed Fives. "As Echo said, we saw your reaction, that big grin on your face when that trooper was announced dead, your intentions were clear and you achieved them."

"And you claim you're doing better, if I fall the blood will be on your hands, YOU'RE ATTEMPTING MURDER, MURDER." Americ yelled.

Just then Americ heard the cracking of wood beneath him, he realised that this bridge was incredibly unstable.

Echo and Fives wisely moved back onto land.

"Tell me nat-born, how is it murder if the victim in question commited murder himself?" Echo demanded.

"Yeah, you see Americ this isn't murder, THIS IS PUNISHMENT." Fives yelled.

The bridge broke with a crack and a loud scream and a crash were the last things Echo and Fives ever heard of Americ.

No one ever did find out about the acts Echo and Fives had committed on that night, but Americ's absence did not go unnoticed and many people pondered what had happened.

Some assumed he had wandered off in the night to do something and gotten lost.

That was until the guard had told them about the breakdown and that it must have been contaminated fuel, which was later confirmed by an inspector.

In the end no one had an awnser to what happened to Americ that night.

At one second he was with the army, the other he had suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Shortly after the dissapeance some shocking details regarding Americ's past actions with clone troopers came to light.

He had been responsible for the deaths of 4 other clone troopers either by shoving them into the sea or by sniping them from large hills.

It was also revealed his commander had allowed him to commit these horrible deeds and was promptly arrested.

After that not much more was said on the matter, Americ's dissapeance was still a mystery but considering his crimes, no one thought much of it.

As for Echo and Fives, they addmitedly had some guilt regarding their actions.

On one hand they though it might have been wise if they brought Americ and his commander to the officers and let them deal with it, but on the other hand he had taken the lives of five clone troopers and it would have been six had Fives not been saved by his twin.

They eventually came to the same conclusion, no matter how it would have went, Americ's fate was sealed.

However out of the two of them Fives felt the most guilty.

He had been the one who planned the whole thing and he felt he was responsible for the dissapeance of that spiteful officer.

About 4 days after the incident Fives and Hardcase went on patrol.

Neither knew the grisly site that awaited them.

Fives and Hardcase were both on speeders getting ready to go.

"You ready to go Hardcase?" Fives asked.

"Yeah, I'm just about ready." Hardcase said nodding.

"Then let's go." Fives said.

The two were soon speeding along the countryside looking for any droid patrols they could find.

A few hours later they approached a lake and stopped to take a break.

Fives looked into the lake.

At first he didn't see anything, but then he noticed something.

It was a body, but an arm, as well as both legs had been torn off, and to Fives' horror it was Americ.

"Fives, what do you see?" Hardcase asked.

"I-I've murdered Americ." Fives said staring at the body horrified.

"What, what do you mean murdered?" Hardcase asked.

"He's in pieces, reduced to nothing, dank farrik, I killed him!" Fives exclaimed.

"Alright alright, let's not panic." Hardcase said trying to calm down Fives.

"HARDCASE I KILLED HIM." Fives yelled.

I'm sorry to say that he did, Americ's body was torn to pieces, which did effectively end his life.

Kix and Fox swiftly arrived on the scene to conduct their investigation, ordering Fives and Hardcase to wait close by until they were done.

"He said the bridge was out, he begged me to save him, and I told him to shut it." Fives said his voice full of guilt.

"It's alright Fives, you didn't know it would kill him." Hardcase said.

"Maybe I hoped it would, I guess we'll never know." Fives said.

Just then Kix and Fox arrived.

"Alright we're all done at the lake, Hardcase you're free to go, and since I'm not needed here, I'll go back with you." Kix said.

"Yes Kix, what about Fives?" Hardcase asked.

"He has to stay here, I need to ask him a few questions." Fox said.

"Yes commander." Fives said.

"Good luck Fives." Hardcase said starting to leave.

"Thanks Hardcase." Fives said.

Hardcase and Kix both left.

Fox looked at Fives.

"Now Fives, I understand you and the deceased have a rather nasty history?" Fox asked.

As you can tell by that question, the guard commander put Fives through the ringer and although he would be exonerated that didn't stop a number of Americ's friends from chastising the arc trooper, calling him a murderer and worse.

Though most of the soldiers and his brothers were very supportive, for the longest time Fives was addeled by the grief of killing that spiteful officer.

Maybe that was a good thing, after all only a monster wouldn't feel guilty.

#star wars #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #clone trooper kix #commander fox #clone trooper Hardcase #americ (oc)#americ deserved what he got #he will not be missed #echo and fives are precious bois #but do not piss them off #Domino twins #501st legion #the 501st

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coconuts-are-mammals · 1 year

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So this fine individual said something about the Bad Batch animating bloopers like they did with older Pixar movies, and that got me thinking about what a Clone Wars blooper series would look like

The Jedi:

- Obi-Wan trips. Constantly. It’s a hazard, and has cost the studio probably about eighty hours, if all the bloopers were to be added together. He also drops things 24/7, and Cody, who, if he isn’t in the scene, always darts out of the camera man place to pick the stuff up before vanishing.

-Anakin can never get his lines straight. He says things like ‘You republicans are no match for us seperatists- wait’. He mutters his lines a lot as well, and he’s almost never satisfied with the end result of the recordings. He makes weird faces, too. He’s new to this.

-Ahsoka is.... well, Ahsoka. She breaks things CONSTANTLY. It became an established rule to never let her out of sight EVER early on during Season 1. She enjoys pranking the actors as well, which a certain parental someone totally doesn’t condone.

-Kit Fisto is always doing Kit Fisto things. He has, on multiple occasions, stepped on camera in a nightdress holding a bagel and a cup of tea. During interviews, he’s constantly spoiling things, and typically, Mace has to join him, because spoilers would have to be waterboarded out of him.

-Mace Windu is always going off script in the most nonsensible yet perfect ways, to the point where the director has considered letting him do his own thing and seeing how that would end up. The director has tried that once, but it was so hilarious and there was so much swearing that they couldn’t keep it in (unfortunate).

-Plo Koon sleeps. Quite a bit. If anyone turns their back for more than a minute, he’s curled up behind some obscure prop taking a nap. He fell asleep once when he was supposed to be acting unconscious, and during a climactic cinematic fight scene someone trips over him and breaks his rib. He is very proud of this, because it was the first injury (first of many) to be had on set.

-Shaak Ti can hardly stop herself from laughing whenever she’s in scenes. She’s an excellent actor, but when around her close friends, she just can’t stop herself from bursting out into a laughing fit. Either that, or little snorts can occasionally be heard from her place in the Council Room. Also, like Ahsoka, she loves pranks. She once hid a woopie cushion under Mace’s chair in the Council Room. After he had brushed with a heart-attack, he laughed for fifteen minutes, his record.

The Clones:

-Cody always memorizes his lines. He’s perfect. The best. He likes to scold Rex when he can’t get his lines right. He is, surprisingly, English, but he does an excellent American accent. He once let go of his orderly self for a season and a half, because he and Obi-Wan were doing an elaborate prank that they were dating, which fooled everyone. Since then, it has been accepted that they are, in fact, dating, and everything since then has been an illusion. They even had a ‘wedding’. Satine, Obi-Wan’s wife, was the one who took the role of the Priest.

-Rex curses. Profusely. There’s been a gag ever since Season 2 that whenever he’d curse, everyone would shout ‘LANGUAGE.’ Initially, it was just Cody who did this, as he would also always cup Ahsoka’s ears because she was too precious to hear such words. Was. Now, they fear they may have another Rex on their hands since she’s older.

-Fives knocks stuff over a lot. He also always goes off script, and doesn’t always have the intention of making it seem in character, which has led to some pretty hilarious stuff. He loves pranks, and often teams up with Hardcase to do them. He once covered the set of Krell’s office in tiny rubber ducks. And yes, they were all glued.

-Hardcase is a little prankster. Well, not little. He has done such elaborate pranks that he actually got an award for it. One of those includes the time he yelled ‘INCOMING’ and was rammed into a defective camera that was about to be destroyed with a shopping cart. He has been assigned ‘destroyer of defective cameras and whatnot’ since. He also once stole Dooku’s tea, and the dear Count spent an entire day hunting down the culprit. Two things have changed since then; Dooku now keeps his tea in a vault and Hardcase is afraid of Dooku.

-Echo mixes up lines quite often as well. He studies scripts intensely and tries his hardest, but he still gets them wrong because he has a crappy memory. During scenes where he has on his helmet, he has only his right side available because his left is occupied by the script. Because of this, he whispers into the ears of Anakin and Fives when they forget their lines. He does this often.

The Seperatists:

-Asajj is very well-humored, to the pain of her evil peers. She’s good friends with Shaak Ti, and the two are menaces. Many woopie cushions have been sat on, and many horns have been blown. She’s convinced that Dooku is a vampire, so she once threw garlic at him during a fight scene. ‘Always distract your enemies,’ she says.

-General Grievous hits his head constantly. He also trips over his cape, much like Obi-Wan, which is how they initially became friends. Sometime during the fifth season, the director noticed that all the Lightsabers were missing. He was then sent an out of context image of Grievous’s closet, which consisted of an immense pile of Lightsabers. He steals them every chance he gets, and is hellbent on getting Maul’s lightsaber, but he never lets it out of his sight. He often teams up with Asajj to steal lightsabers as well.

-Dooku was tired of the cast (in a good way) the moment he laid eyes on them. He ran out of *immature bleep* to give a while ago. He’s the ‘victim’ of many, MANY pranks and whatnot. One of these included Anakin and Ahsoka placing bets on how long they could lurk behind the Count and mime him until he noticed. Ahsoka managed this for ten minutes before the Count ‘nearly killed her’ with an unfortunately placed hand movement.. Anakin went an astounding twenty before Dooku tripped over him to get out of the scene.

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thejediscrolls · 1 year

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I Heart ?

Crosshair x reader

Who knew simply loving a man would be this difficult

Fluff - Angst (I mean it’s Crosshair)

Pt 6 of I Heart ?

“And he said and I quote I will not be your lap dog.” I put air quotations around the sentence.

“Lap dog?” Echo trailed off…

“I mean what in Ewok territory is that supposed to mean?” I huffed as I paced around my kitchen, cooking breakfast for the two boys.

Echo and Fives sat on my kitchen stools watching as I flailed my arms about, before flipping the eggs.

“Maybe it’s because-” Echo didn’t get to finish his sentence.

I turned to the calmer domino twin with a sharp look, “I never once said I wanted him to be my lapdog or even imply it for that matter!”

“He’s a loose hinge.” Fives interviewed with a shrug, “I’ve heard stories from the other boys about how temperamental he is. You know, I can shoot him in the hand if you want? Send him back to Camino where 99 can whip some sense back into him.”

“No you don’t need to hurt him.” I chuckled, “And I won’t let poor 99 suffer the wrath of Crosshair. The poor man has already been through enough.”

“But if Crosshair hurt your feelings, it’s only right that I get to hurt him back.” Fives tried to explain his reasoning, “Besides I can get Kix, Jesse, and Hardcase and I know Fox will be in on it too. I just have to give them a call and we will-” Fives was already getting out of his seat.

I shook my head quickly, “No no. I don’t want any violence. Promise me.” I held my pinky out, “Fives.”

Fives sighed in defeat, sitting back in his chair. I was lucky that he conceded none the less as he wrapped his pinky around mine to ensure the promise.

I pulled my hand away from his and placed both of my hands on the counter. Fives was quick to pull his mug of hot chocolate closer to him, protecting it as if it was the most precious thing in the world to him and maybe it was… He did love chocolate after all.

I almost laughed though at the thought that he would somehow believe that I would try and take his drink away, but my mind was occupied over another clone.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” I muttered in defeat, “Maybe he truly doesn’t like me? If that’s so then it might be best if I just hold off from confessing my feelings to him.”

“Whether he does or he doesn’t, I think you should because it would lift a weight off your chest.” Echo explained, “Besides…” Echo trailed off unsure if he should be saying this.

I raised an eyebrow at him, “What?”

“It’s nothing.” He decided on, “But I think it would be best if you go and talk to him. I’m being serious.”

Fives nodded, “Echoe is right and I believe if you don’t get this off your chest I think you might go mad.”

I remained quiet, thinking all my options through as I plated their breakfast.

“Crosshair is at the base today?” I asked softly as I placed the two hearty meals in front of them.

They both looked at the meals like two hungry bears.

“Pretty sure.” Echo nodded a grated full look on his face as he picked up his fork, “Thank you, this is amazing.”

“Of course.” I nodded, “You know I have to make sure my boys are fed.”

“I bet he’s at the shooting range. He’s always there.” Fives concluded, his mouth already full, “This is so freaking good! Thank you!”

I smiled at him, “There is plenty more if either of you are still hungry.”

I said before striding to the front door and grabbing my coat while I slipped my shoes on.

“You’re going then?” Echo asked, a knowing looking in his eyes and a silent prayer to the force that Crosshair won’t do anything stupid.

Even if Echo is now apart of the bad batch and knows how smart each of them can be, he also knows how cruel Crosshair is when facing something he has no control over.

“I’m going to work to work.” I confirmed causally, but they could read me like a book, “Help yourselves to anything in the fridge and like always make yourselves at home. You know where everything is, I’ll be back sometime later after work.”

“Give him hell.” Fives gave me a thumbs up.

“Love you boys.” I gave them a wave goodbye, “Have fun today!”

“Love ya too!” They both yelled and as expected went straight to my fridge.

“I’m done playing around.” I muttered to myself as I waved down a taxi.

I’m going to walk right in there and tell him how I feel… I’m going to tell him… I’m going to… I’m going… I’m…

“Wrecker couldn’t beat my score with an Armageddon on his back.” Crosshair gave his infamous grin towards his brother and leader of the group.

I couldn’t help, but admire his laid back form as he talked with his brother about the last mission that they had before the Winters day holiday.

“Hm.” Hunter chuckled, “Try telling him that.”

“Oh I will.” Crosshair smirked.

I’m going…

I turned on my heel trying to get as far away as possible. My nerves got the best of me as I tried to make a quick escape. My office will do, no one ever goes there.

Force, I can’t face him like this. Why couldn’t I be drunk? It would have made this a lot easier.

“Oof.” I said the moment I turned, bumping into a hard chest, “I’m sorry!” I rubbed my nose as I looked up to find him…

“Steven.” I muttered as I took a careful step backwards.

“Hey! It’s been a while!” He gave me a smile that left me wanting to shrivel away.

“Ah well I’ve been busy.” I chuckled nervously, “I actually have something important that I need to go take care of so if you would excuse me.” I tried to walk around him but he grabbed my wrist.

“Can I get your number now?” He pressed, “I’ve been patient.”

As if. I thought about all the times he has asked me already. If only he would take a hint.

“I’m sorry, like I said I don’t give my number out easily.” I told him trying to sound as apologetic as I could.

“Yeah? Well I asked a bunch of the other scientist under your station and they said they had your number so what’s the deal?” His eyes squinted at me with impatience as if I was the one in the wrong here.

Why couldn’t he just take the hint and move on? There are plenty others he could pursue. I’m sure someone would like him as much as he likes them. It’s just that someone is most definitely not me.

“Look,” I sighed hoping to be as gentle as possible, “I’m sorry and I don’t want to embarrass you like this at work, but I’m not interested in anything you have to offer me. I would very much like us to be respectful coworkers with one another.” I explained, “Now if you could please let go of me, I have a meeting to get to.”

“Why do you always have to lie to me huh? Why?” His hand began to squeeze harder around my wrist, “Why won’t you just give me a chance? I could treat you well!”

I hissed at the pain, “Steven let go. You’re hurting me.”

“No!” He seethed, “Tell me why!”

“I already told you! I’m not interest Steven, now let go!” I tried to yank myself free from his grasp.

“Just give me a chance dammit!” He got the attention of others as he raised his voice, “I’m the perfect gentleman! I brings you flowers, I make sure you get home safe! I even get you gifts!”

“I never asked you to and I didn’t even tell you where I live! I don’t like you and I never will! Now let me go!” I yelled trying to yank my arm away.

My breathing began to pick up as old memories began to flicker in front of my eyes… The war… The screams… Being held down… My parents…

“I don’t know anything I swear!” I screamed, thrust back into that moment… A moment I only wish to forget, “I want to go home!”

It was then that Steven raised his hand, ready to strike my face. My eyes widened in fear and I squeezed them shut waiting for the impending blow… But it never came.

“Usually I let others handle their own fights.” Crosshair’s voice rung threw my ears and I opened my eyes to see him holding Steven’s raised arm, “But you don’t know when to stop so…”

Crosshair twisted Steven’s arm with one quick movement, the scientist groaning in pain as he held onto his wrist.

“Look clone.” Steven glared up at the towering sniper, “This is between me and her so why don’t you just back off and go back to the tube you were created out of.”

That’s it.

My fist reared back before I could talk sense in my self and in just a blink of an eye my fist connected with his nose. An audible crack was heard as well as his screech of pain as he let go of my wrist to stumble back.

“Have more respect for a soldier who puts his life on the line to protect your weasel self.” I glared at him.

I couldn’t even say that I didn’t feel at least a little proud at my job well done.

“And you can have this back, I don’t want your gifts.” I stated as I went to take off the bracelet.

“Don’t.” It was Crosshair who spoke leaving me a bit confused.

“What?” Steven asked appalled, “I didn’t give you that!” He shook his head as he stumbled away to a few of his buddies.

I looked to the bracelet confused, “Who…” I trailed off before looking to Crosshair, “I’m sorry he spoke to you like that.” I apologized, turning my head to where Crosshair was standing… Or where he use to be standing.

His longs strides had him half way down one of the halls already. My force, that many is quick.

“That was one hell of a punch.” Hunter commented, stepping in beside me.

“Thanks.” I trailed off in slight defeat for he wasn’t the person I wished to hear that from.

“He’s never had anyone stick up for him.” Hunter said staring down the same hall that I was, “He doesn’t know how to process what just happened properly if you are wondering why he left so quickly.”

“Oh…” My heart melted a bit at the thought, “I see.”

“What you said back their…” Hunter trailed off and I knew what he was referring to.

“It was nothing.” I waved him off quickly, “Just some old memories.”

I turned to Hunter, one of the few people who understood the mind that was Crosshair.

“Does he like me?” I asked, one to change the subject and two… To find out how the sniper really feels about me.

Hunter looked at me with surprise, “What?”

“I like him and I want to tell him as such, but I don’t know if he feels the same way so do you know if… Well if he likes me?” I asked again.

“I think you should find that out for yourself. It’s best you be honest and tell him how you feel. It might take him some time to process that as well, but once he accepts you as part of his small circle then you are in it for life.” Hunter said before walking away.

Being apart of his close circle doesn’t seem too bad. He’s still going to get a strong word or two from me though with his self righteous attitude problem.

I can’t help, but wonder… Why did he say don’t when I tried to take this bracelet off?

I fiddled with the charm on my bracelet.

It was then that it clicked. Of course it wasn’t Steven who got me the bracelet, it was Crosshair!

“Hey!” I yelled out to Crosshair before he got too far away.

But the reaction I was hoping for didn’t happen, it only made him speed up.

“Seriously.” I mumbled as I started to jog after him, “Crosshair! Stop!”

He only glanced back at me before turning a corner.

I scoffed. At least you’re heading towards my office. You’re not getting away from me this time.

It took everything in me to break into a sprint, I practically threw myself into him as I turned around the corner.

“For the love of clankers woman!” He hissed as he grabbed onto me to keep me from knocking us both to the ground.

“My office. Now.” I panted as I slammed my hand against the panel, successfully opening the door.

He only rolled his eyes, but relented as he stepped into the room. I followed him, making sure to shut the door behind me.

“What do you want?” He crossed his arms.

“Well first I want to say thank you for what happened back there.” I said as I tried to catch my breath.

He nodded his head stiffly, “That it?”

I huffed, “No! You.” I stepped forward, “You kissed me! And I know that it meant something to you just as it means something to me.”

He shook his head before heading towards the door.

“I know you got me this bracelet!” I practically yelled… Pleaded for him to just listen.

He froze, his hand above the panel.

“I don’t know why you didn’t tell me sooner or why you kept it a secret, but I don’t care because I know you have your reasons and I know deep down in that closed off way of yours, you like me.” I spoke quickly, but I knew my point got across from how his shoulders tensed.

“I like you Crosshair.” I said a lot more gently, “I really do Cross so please don’t push me away…”

I took a breath as I waited for a response that as usual was only silence.

“Please say something.” I pleaded with him though his words however short felt like a thousand knives in my heart.

“I don’t like you.” He said barely above a whisper.

“Yes you do.” I said stubbornly.

“No I don’t!” He yelled spinning around to face me, “I don’t love you! Why can’t you get that through your thick head?”

My voice matched his in fierceness and anger, “Because I know what being in love looks like and what it doesn’t and you are! And I don’t care what you say or what you think of me because I don’t think of you as some lap dog. I think of you as a man who lives to fight for what he believes in so believe in us!” I stepped over to the sheet that covered the gift I have been working on for month, “I made this for you because I lo-”

“I don’t believe in us!” He said exasperated, “We live in a life that we could die any day! I can’t even fathom settling down with anyone, do you hear me?”

I looked up at him in shock as I felt my world crumble, but that didn’t seem to dissuade him. It seemed to fuel him.

“You think I got you that? Well you’re wrong!” He lied straight through his teeth as he refused to look me in the eyes.

I knew that he was lying, but it still cut deep because why would he have to lie if i already knew the truth.

He didn’t stop there however…

“You think I kissed you last night because I have feels for you?” He scoffed giving me a once over, “I was drunk and you were there. That’s it.”

He pressed his hand against the panel to open the door.

He barely gave me a glance as he said, “I won’t ever love someone who couldn’t even survive on a battlefield.”

I couldn’t fight the tears as I gripped on the sheet, watching him and any chance that I had with him walk out the door.

I won’t ever love someone who couldn’t even survive on a battlefield.

I scoffed at the words. What does he even know about me? He knows nothing of my life before, of why I was here on this stupid planet. He knows nothing. Nothing and he made it very clear, he never will. I thought as I wiped my tears away.

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mamuzzy-creates-stuff · 3 months

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Collection of my TCW art. I mostly draw Commander Fox and Coruscant Guard, 501st boys, and through those lovely asks you sent me, other characters too. :))))

JUNE 2023

「501 shenanigans」 [ART]

「POV: Fives approaches you in 79's」 [ART]

「Anakin Needs therapy」 [ART]

AUGUST 2023

「Dar'Ad」 [AO3] + [FIC]

「Foxhunt」 [ART]

02/08/2023| Commander Fox | Blood | I drew this picture first and then and then I wanted to write a description and Dar’Ad happened. The picture takes place after some time of the snippet.

SEPTEMBER 2023

「Comfort a character: Deadshot」[ART]

03/09/2023 | OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Fives | Comfort a character prompt | Umbaran darkness hide the tears of the grief-weary troopers |

「Comfort a character: Cadet!Fox」 [ART & Snippet]

03/09/2023 | Cadet Fox, Alpha-17, Captain Fordo | Comfort a character prompt | Alpha is TRYING OKAY??? |

「Comfort a character: Rex」 [ART]

07/09/2023| Captain Rex, Commander Cody | Comfort a Character prompt | Hurt & comfort |

「Comfort a character: Cadet!Rex」 [ART]

10/09/2023 | Cadet Rex, and Cadet Fox aka Tintin (by Kilt) | Comfort a character prompt | Omg, this was such a lovely request from my friend, I still think about it a lot~ I really enjoyed trying out a different coloring technique |

「Comfort a character: Dogma」 [ART & FIC] + [AO3]

「Comfort a character: Fox」 [ART]

29/09/2023 | Commander Fox, OC: Headshot | Comfort a character prompt| We have a shared custody on Headshot with ithillia <3 |

OCTOBER 2023

「Red is a color of...」 [ART]

03/10/2023 | Commander Fox, Commander Thorn | …LOVE | No context, just unhinged Fox | I have many Commander Fox in my head, but this one is actually crazy like a fox.

「Bullet-time Fox」 [ART]

05/10/2023| Commander Fox, Commander Thorn, Commander Thire, Commander Stone, Sergeant Hound, Grizzer | The corrie commanders are major dorks when no one is looking |

「Fives」 [ART]

10/10/2023 | Gift for Mary <3 | ARC Trooper Fives |

「Mal」 [ART]

| Gift for Corey | Corey's OC | Precious scarred babu <3

「Happy Dogma」 [ART]

14/10 | Clone Trooper Dogma | Character reaction to post | DOGMA IS THE SWEETEST GOODEST BOY MUST PROTECC |

「Fives x Shots」 [ART]

CLONESHIP 23/10/2023 | OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Fives | They are in love, you honour |

「TCW x Lucky Star」 [ART]

25/10/2023 | Commander Fox | Incorrect Quote | Redrawing Kogami Akira as Fox |

NOVEMBER 2023

「Mlem.」 [COMIC]

09/11/2023| OC: Deadshot, Clone Trooper Hardcase, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Dogma, ARC Trooper Fives, ARC Trooper Jesse | Torrent barrack shenanigans | Boys being boys | Hardcase is a kind of friend who randomly licks your face |

「I've got a birthday gift from Corey! 」 [Gift] <3

「Received a gift on my birthday <;3」 [Comic]

「Thoughts about natborn cadets」 [Photo]

18/11/2023|Commander Fox, ARC Trooper Fives | Toy Photo |

「It’s called nature, Fox!」 [Photo]

19/11/2023| Commander Fox, Arc Trooper Fives | Toy Photo | Commander Fox doesn’t like nature |

「The Captain isn't entirely satisfied with the new ARC trooper」 [Comic]

「Fox loves caf」 [Photo]

30/11/2023| Commander Fox | Toy Photo | Don’t tell him it’s chai latte |

DECEMBER 2023

「I don’t deserve you」 [ART & FIC]

「I don’t deserve you」 [FIC]

「Deadshot has one of those days」 [ART]

12/12/2023| OC: Deadshot, Clone Trooper Tup | Sketchbook | Breaking down in 3…2…1… |

「I do deserve better」 - [ART & FIC] + [AO3]

JANUARY 2024

「Commander Wolffe portrait」 [ART]

16/01/2024 |Commander Wolffe | 104th follower celebration thingy |

「Fives portrait」 [ART]

16/01/2024 |Arc Trooper Fives | Art Request |

「Deadshot reacts to Fives portrait」 [ART]

Fives x Deadshot (OC) CLONESHIP 16/01/2024 | Arc Trooper Fives, OC: Deadshot | Fives exists and Shots is melting |

「Sergeant Sinker portrait」 [ART]

17/01/2024 | Clone Trooper Sinker | Art request | I love how this little shit turned out <3

「Warthog & Tracer portrait」 [ART]

17/01/2024| Clone Trooper Warthog, Clone Trooper Tracer | Art Request | How dare you make me invest in cloneboys again just to get my heart broken!!! >:(((( |

「Big Bad Wolffe」 [ART]

21/01/2024 | Cadet Rex, Cadet Wolffe | Art request | Soft babybabus <3 |

[Rex with a lightsaber] [ART]

24/01/2024 | Captain Rex | Art request | Let me see what you have! - A lasersword. - NO! |

FEBRUARY 2024

「Dar’ad part II」 [ART] + [AO3]

「Sketchdump」 [ART]

FIVES x DEADSHOT ECHO x TECH MAZE x BOOKS CLONESHIP 02/02/2024| ARC Trooper Fives, OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Echo, TBB Tech, Alpha-26 Maze | sketchbook | Various sketches about cloneboys + JungleSkirmish!AU lore |

「Obedience/Devotion」 [ART] + [AO3]

「I love you」 [ART]

「IT’S COFFE TIME!」 [ART]

08/02/2024 | Commander Fox | ASDF movie parody | It’s Muffin time! song parody |

「Clones in the closet」 [ART]

15/02/2024 | Captain Rex, ARC Trooper Fives, ARC Trooper Echo, ARC Trooper Jesse, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Hardcase | Characters react to post | My brain hurts :DDD |

「City boy gets intimidated by war veteran’s huge equipment」 [ART]

Not a cloneship, but I’m a very mature person and the dialogue is purposefully written as cockmeasuring 18/02/2024 | Clone Trooper Kix, OC: Headshot | Kix tries to befriend the corrie medic |

「Life after O66」[ART]

19/02/2024 | OC: Lily, OC: Blaze, OC: Vorn, OC: Headshot, OC: Pons, OC: Angel, Commander Fox, Commander Thorn, Commander Thire | ARTs and rambling about OC’s and how they life will be after Order 66 | WARNING: Mentions of canon character's deaths, mentions of suicide, actual suicide and visual depiction of it, nudity but genitals are not visible. Coruscant Guard has cultish vibes.

APRIL 2024

「Finger-sketches」 [ART]

25/04/2024 | OC: Deadshot, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Dogma | Sketchbook app | Quick finger-sketches drawn during empty hours |

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trylynarie · 1 year

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501st head cannons

1: Anakin gives extra money to the clones to get extra tattoos

2: Hardcase skipped out on tattoos to save up for a hair curler and looked at a million Hilo net videos on how to use (cuz he got no hair to practice on). This was so he could give Tups hair nice curlys when on leave because seeing your lip bros face light up like a child is the sweetest thing ever. We protecc the baby Tup in this house.

3: I know this is just and eyelash animation,

But fives uses mascara and eyeliner I don’t make the rules.

4: Echo has a turtle Beenie boo which is essentially his son. He even learned crochet to make some cool clothes for him

5: this may or may not have escalated to all of torrent company owning beenie boos which perfectly match their personality. E.g. Tup has an owl due to him being a night owl and Dogma having a puppy.(thanks to Ahsoka committing identity fraud on Anakins account because no way a bunch of grown children be asking their general for plushies).

6: these plushies have houses set underneath their coruscant barracks and extensive wardrobes. All of torrent company has a random animal head painted to their leg plates cuz exclusive club Merch 💅🏻🤌🏻👏🏻

7: Dogma actually has a hyperactive streak much like Hardcase however it makes him paranoid. He will try to control himself so much he’s usually very tired by the end of the day and keeps himself extremely busy with work, even going as far now to help Echo and Rex with tactics like some precious baby brother apprentice. Doing this work he takes his shoes off so nobody can hear his feet going mental on the floor.

8: Rex and Echo eventually found out about this and got in touch with Kix to be able to know how much they can help with because mental health medication isn’t available to clones. They do everything they humanly can to help their lil bro.

9: if the war had a good ending their house would only need one massive room because they’re clingy af to their brothers and sleeping in clone cuddle puddles is the on out way to go

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masterjedilenawrites · 10 months

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Hi! so i um read your “happily ever after” for the delta squad and i was wondering if you could do that for tbb and the bois? you’re such a good writer <3333

I haven't challenged myself to write individual headcanons in a while, and this sounded like the perfect prompt to do it with! Who doesn't want these precious boys to live happily ever after in their own special ways? 🥰 psst, I also threw in Gregor and Howzer as a little treat 🤭

Cody would actually fancy himself as some sort of a political advisor or ambassador. He imagines the clones will need some representation after the war, a place in the galaxy, and to have their voices heard. He could picture himself stepping up to that challenge and being happy with it. It would sure beat having to sit around with nothing to do...

Rex also wants to be involved with supporting his clone brothers, but he has a much more domestic picture in mind. A partner, for starters. Someone to share life with who can be his best friend. And a house, any size, any location, with a door that's constantly opening for any weary or lost brother who needs a place to crash.

Wolffe has a very specific image in his mind. It may sound silly, but he wants to find a settlement somewhere for all of his brothers to live in. Like a little clone village, where they each play a part in keeping things humming. They can bring in partners if they'd like, procreate, that sort of thing... but for the most part it'd just be them, all living together until the end of their days.

Fox just wants a nap. A true, honest to goodness nap. Uninterrupted, no guilt or piling to-dos in the meantime. Free to fall asleep at his own pace and wake up naturally. Cushy pillows and all. If he got just one good sleep in, he'd be content with literally anything in his life. Heck, he'll dig holes in Tattooine forever. Just please give him this one little thing.

Fives absolutely wants kids. A whole brood of them. He can hold any kind of job, live anywhere in the galaxy, so long as he gets to be called dad. He'll embrace the dad jokes, read all the parenting books, tear up at every milestone. And if the fates allow, perhaps he'll live long enough to even be called a grandad, too.

Jesse would want to stay in the army as long as he can. He can't imagine what else he could do with his life outside of it. He'd be one of those clones crashing on Rex's sofa, needing his brother's help to get back on his feet and find meaning in his life. Eventually it would come as a handyman, keeping his hands busy with repairs in homes or ships, and of course flirting with the owners.

Kix would say he never wants to see another cut or broken bone again, but realistically, he would go out of his mind if he wasn't needed in that way. He wouldn't be able to help himself from volunteering at a hospital, or just starting his own medical practice in order to do things right. He'd especially love teaching his medical knowledge to an apprentice.

Tup wants a farm full of animals and crops. He currently knows little to nothing about how to run a farm, or how to keep things alive, but for him, happiness will be in the discovery. He'll start small, with a window ledge garden and a tooka in Coruscant. Over time, as he saves up enough money for some real land, he'll learn all the ins and outs of irrigation, breeding, and then like.

Hardcase wants to travel and experience all he can. Skydiving, snorkeling, white water rafting, pottery... you name it. His bucket list will grow as he goes; he'll cross one item off only to add two more ideas on. The galaxy is just so vast and full of so much. He knows he has a short life to live, so he intends to utilize every second of it doing something outrageously fun.

Dogma wants to remain a soldier, but not during an active war. He'd rather use his knowledge and skills to help keep the peace. He likes the feeling of being needed, of providing protection to others, but he knows wartime takes its tolls, so being a peacekeeper is a good compromise in his mind.

Echo would want to help his brothers, from a therapy standpoint. He believes there can be purpose for the clones outside of war, but that it will take a lifetime of support, encouragement, and restructuring to get them there. Whatever ear he can lend or advice he can impart to help as many clones find their happy ending, you can bet he'll do it.

Hunter pictures himself in a peaceful cabin in the woods. Living off the grid, hunting for his own food, building his own furniture, just really embracing that holistic, hippy lifestyle. He'd also prefer if the rest of the Batch was around, too. He really can't stand the thought of being alone, and while he does want a partner and kids, he'd be lying if he said his brothers weren't part of the picture also.

Wrecker wants to travel, specifically to discover and try as much food as possible. How is he affording this fantasy? Who cares. It's his dream, leave him alone. Yes, he wants the feeling of a full belly every day, but exploring different flavors and cuisines and how to prepare food is genuinely exciting to him. Maybe he'll even get a food vlog going along the way.

Crosshair isn't really concerned with whatever "happily ever after" means. So long as he can be useful, do the things he was created to do. If the war ended and he couldn't be a soldier, he'd become some kind of bounty hunter or gun for hire. True happiness would only come if he also had a partner by his side. He won't know that, though, until it happens.

Tech doesn't think about the future. Or happiness. He will go along with whatever options are available to him, so long as he gets to be himself. The easiest, and most logical in his opinion, choice is to keep the Batch together, utilizing their talents for the betterment of the galaxy. But perhaps pod racing wouldn't be such a bad gig, either.

Gregor would be happy as a teacher or coach. Anything where he could mentor the youth of whatever community he finds himself in. It wouldn't even matter much to him what he was teaching; he'd find a way to become an expert in it just to uphold his duty of education. Though physical activity, of course, ends up being his forte.

Howzer truly wants to fall in love and be married. "Happily ever after" for him looks like two old souls, holding hands as they rock on a porch swing and gaze off into the sunset. He knows relationships are work, but he's had some good examples to look up to so far in his life, so he's determined to put in the effort with the right person.

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literallyjustanerd · 1 year

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Scenes From The Caf Hall

So I had a lot of ideas for fun clone shenanigans but none substantial enough for full fics, so I put them into a sort of montage of moments I like to believe have gone down in the GAR caf at mealtimes. No consistency in timeline, just some harmless clone fun. Enjoy!

Note: one of these scenes references there being an abundance of Chancellor Palpatine biopics in the Star Wars universe. I saw someone mention that that would be funny in a text post once but try as I might I cannot find who that was. If you know what I'm talking about please let met know so I can credit them for the inspiration!

“I’m not kriffing drinking it, Fives. I won’t do it.” Fives lets out a low, pained groan as he drops his tray on one of the benches, head lolling back in a heavy circle over his shoulders. “Then don’t,” he says, for at least the third time. Echo pays him no mind. He may as well be speaking to himself. “Why would they change it? The one good thing I could count on every day, but no, let’s take that away, too. Kriffing Republic budget cuts. Kriffing quartermasters…” Hardcase is already grinning when he joins the two, watching in amusement as Echo’s rant fades to a low, sharp muttering. “What is it this time?” he asks, sounding almost excited. Echo is too busy stabbing at his salad like he wants to draw blood to answer.

“They changed out the brand of tea in the stores,” Fives says, head propped up on his fist. A hand slapped across Hardcase’s chestplate accentuates his feigned shock. “Not your precious Tarine!” he gasps. “What would they ever replace that with?” Oblivious or uncaring of Hardcase’s mocking tone, Echo’s fury is reignited. “Generic brand.” He spits the words like poison and scowls at the taste they leave in his mouth. Like they’re profanity. Which is ironic given how he continues; “I’ll be karked nine ways into the void before those shabuire make me drink the osik’la generic brand.” “Nobody’s making you drink it, Echo,” Fives reminds him, though by now he’s resigned, fully aware that he is little more than background noise. Echo growls at his tray. A couple of nearby shinies speed their steps to hustle past their table.

“Personally, I could never taste the difference,” Jesse pipes up. He’s so unfazed by the scene that nobody had even noticed him sit down. Fives sighs. That was not the right response. “The difference is night and day!” Echo blurts, voice surely close to reaching the upper limits of pitch. “They’re making us drink dirt water!” “Not making you,” Fives mumbles. “We lay down our lives for their war every day and this is how they repay us?” “Bit dramatic.” “We work our shebse off and you’re telling me I can’t even get a decent brew after an eighteen hour shift?” Fives pauses, tilts his head. “Yeah, no, okay. That’s fair.” At last, Echo acknowledges his presence in the form of a single, righteous nod.

Across the table, Hardcase flashes that look like a child about to poke a sleeping loth cat. “Why not just drink caf instead?” Echo falls deadly silent, eyes narrowed to a slit. His response is whip-fast. “Why don’t I just shoot you right here?”

***

“Telling you, things got wild that night. Don’t remember most of it, of course, but man, it was fun.” Waxer’s pride swells at the awed gazes across the table. His new 212th vod’ike, the gold on their armour barely dry, eyes wide with awe and demanding to know more of their superiors’ exploits. It’s like a drug, the wonder and admiration, and by now the 212th veterans know the best way to get it. Battle stories were great for gaining respect, sure, but if you wanted to really wow your rookies, stories of shore leave misadventures were far more effective.

“We woke up the next morning in a motel room on the lower levels,” Boil recounts with a grin. “No clue how we got there.” “What about the twi’leks?” one shiny demands, on the edge of his seat. “The ones from 79’s, what happened to them?” Waxer and Boil share a smirk, and Waxer delivers the kicker. “No idea,” he chuckles. “But they each left one of their numbers written on our vambraces.” “I really oughta call him sometime,” Boil muses. “See if they’re free again for this New Years’.” “She really was something else,” Waxer affirms. The shinies have gone silent before them, smiles wiped clean and suddenly sitting bolt upright. It takes the lieutenants a painfully long moment to realise why.

“Sorry to interrupt, troopers,” Cody says from behind the pair, sending bolts of ice through their veins, “but this wouldn’t happen to be last New Year’s you were talking about, would it?” Waxer and Boil both fall over themselves, mumbling sheepishly in the affirmative. “Interesting…” Cody hums. “Because I seem to remember things taking place differently.” “O-oh, is that… Is that right, Commander?” Waxer sputters, and tries immediately to move the conversation on. Cody doesn’t let it. “That’s right. As I recall, the two of you had to be carried out of 79’s well before New Year struck, and sent back to the barracks in a cab, drunk off your sorry faces.” Boil swallows audibly. He too is cut off when he tries to speak. “Can’t remember which one of you it was who was crying at the time, though.” His face is trained, his smile thoroughly measured, though his amusement is still glaringly clear. “Strange how our memories play up, isn’t it?”

He leaves it at that, and turns to walk away. One of the shinies, evidently a bold one, pipes up from the table, much to the horror of his batchmates. “Commander,” he calls, and Cody pauses in his step, turns back to face them. “How would you know what happened that night, unless… unless you were at 79’s, too?” After a moment’s pause, Cody merely flashes a grin. He turns to walk away, throwing one last comment over his shoulder: “Welcome to the 212th, boys.”

***

It’s been on Jesse’s mind for a while, but only now does he get the chance to bring it up. “There are three pieces of cake on your tray,” he says. Kix doesn’t look up from his work, datapad in one hand and sandwich in the other. He looks tired, but then, Kix always looks tired. “Very observant, vod. Good job.” “You got out of night shift last week.” “Mhmm.” “And I don’t think I’ve ever seen you on fresher duty.” “Okay?”

Jesse rolls his eyes, peeling the lid off his preserved jogan fruit. As if to illustrate his intended point, another trooper passes by their table and surreptitiously slides a pack of biscuits across to Kix like it’s a drug deal. When Jesse’s raised eyebrow gets no response, he clears his throat pointedly. Kix finally stops tapping away at his pad. “Why does everyone keep giving you their stuff?” Jesse demands. He doesn’t like the responding smirk that passes across Kix’s face. “Why do you think?” he asks, amusement tinging the edges of his words. Jesse sighs, lacking the energy to play this game. “Would I be asking if I knew?”

The look Kix gives is weary, bemused. He drags a hand over his eyes and takes a short, sharp breath, then begins. “Being a medic sucks.” “…Uh-huh?” “Long hours, always on call, the datawork never ends. People expect me to heal three-inch stab wounds in three minutes.” Jesse’s brow furrows, hoping there’s a point to this beyond his brother’s bitching “I’m… sorry?” “But as much of a pain in the gett’se as it is,” he says, finishing the sentence around a mouthful of cake, “being in charge of keeping all you di’kute alive it has its upsides.” Jesse can only roll his eyes. “Quit being so mysterious and get to the point.” Kix sighs sharply. “Jesse, I haven’t paid for a drink in over two years.” But the dots remain unconnected, Jesse’s expression still perplexed.

Begrudgingly, Kix sets the datapad down on the table and adjusts so he’s fully facing Jesse. He scrolls back on the pad through a plethora of files until he finds one. Jesse suddenly feels like a cadet again, called into his sergeant’s office. “0742 hours. Morning after last year’s Festival of Stars. You presented to medbay. Do you remember what for?” Kix needn’t have asked the question: a searing flush has already flooded Jesse’s skin, one that draws a sadistic grin from his vod. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen it a hundred times before and since. Never in that place, though...” Jesse’s head is in his hands as Kix continues. “Didn’t know how you’d managed it at first. Course, you told me the whole story. Spotchka and pain meds are great at loosening tight lips.”

“You kept that on file?” Jesse says in a strangled whisper. Kix shrugs, unfazed. “I’m required by Republic protocol to keep a record of all assessments and procedures carried out.” Jesse’s eyes fall to the extra cakes on Kix’s tray. Kix’s smile grows, tapping his datapad proudly. “And I carry out a lot of procedures.” Jesse curses under his breath, eyes wide in the dawning realisation. “How much dirt do you have on us?” he breathes, caught somewhere between awe and abject horror. Leaning his elbows on the table, Kix raises an eyebrow and grins.

“All of it, vod. You boys are animals,” he chuckles. “The things I’ve seen…” “You mean like—” “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s worse.” “What about—” “Worse.” “You don’t mean—” Kix leans further forward over the table, tilting his head down at Jesse. “Worse.”

Jesse swallows, leans back in his seat and acquiesces to Kix’s warning look. As much he itches to dig further, he knows Kix is probably doing him a favour by keeping the details obscured. “So. There you go. Maybe I get out of fresher duty. But with what I see on a daily basis, I think I’m within my rights to a few gratuities in exchange for my discretion about certain topics,” he says. “Like someone’s very inventive use of contraband fireworks…?” An uncomfortable silence falls between them, dragging on until Kix finally breaks it, eyeing Jesse’s tray. “Say, that jogan fruit looks—” Jesse’s handing it over before Kix has finished the sentence.

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“Eight times in the last week he’s lost it. Three in one day, once. One of these days I’m going to weld that blasted saber to his hand.” Rex is slumped in his seat, shaking his head at the table. His brothers all murmur their commiserations around him, in various states of consciousness. Beside him, Cody jolts upright after almost falling face-first into his mug of caf for the fourth time. Ponds puts down the spoon he’s been using to mindlessly stir his porridge for the last ten minutes straight. “Least your general lets you have fun. General Windu makes us do weapons inventory and maintenance in every single minute of free time,” he grouses. Rex huffs. “I wish General Skywalker would order us to do weapons maintenance. I’m the only reason anything gets done in the 501st.” He gets a few affirming moans, half-hearted complaints about their own generals neglecting the more unglamorous responsibilities of commanding a battalion.

“You all have it easy.” It’s Fox who throws in next, hauling himself up from where he had been splayed across Wolffe’s back. He waves away the answering protests with a lazy hand. “Didn’t you go to the theatre last night?” Bly retorts. The disdain in his voice gives away his expression, which remains unseen; he’s on his back on the floor beside the table. The jab gives Fox a sudden burst of vindictive energy. “I did, Bly. I did go to the theatre last night. And do you know what I saw?” he says. “I saw another kriffing biopic on Chancellor kriffing Palpatine’s noble and heroic rise to power.” He spears a fillet of grey meat on his tray. “If I have to sit through another minute of some actor the Chancellor wishes he looked like making an empowered speech about the sacrifices he’s made for his people, you’ll all see me at the tribunal when I’m court marshalled and decommissioned.” The others say nothing, dredging up little more than sympathetic winces or groans. A few note that Fox’s hair seems just a little greyer than it did the last time they met up.

“General Kenobi jumped off a cliff on our last assignment on Onderon,” Cody offers a short time later to break the silence. He’s barely lucid enough to mumble the words. Nobody is at all surprised by the report. After a long draw from his caf, Cody continues, seeming bored by his own words. “Found him at the bottom totally unharmed and petting a bogwing. Asked him how he knew it would be there and let him ride it down, and do you know what he said?” The vode raise their weary voices to join him in chorus for the answer: “He didn’t know it would be there.”

Silence again. Someone snores, though it’s impossible to tell who and nobody can be bothered to try. Those awake enough to think straight mourn the state of the evening so far. It was a small miracle that this many of them were all in the one place to begin with. They’d planned for drinks at 79’s after dinner. And maybe they’d still rally and somehow make it out there. Maybe, with enough caf and the GAR’s famous resolve. But for now, they’re a sorry sight to behold. Soundly and thoroughly defeated. “Why does General Yoda talk like that...?” It’s Gree, his voice a pained whimper, muffled against the table. The question is directed at nobody. “Nothing he says makes any sense. He doesn’t need to talk like that.” Bly’s hand appears from below to pat his vod’s shoulder. With a shaking breath, Gree asks it again, barely a child’s pitiful sob: “Why does he talk like that?”

A little more moaning later, they seem to come to the consensus that their Jetiise (and Chancellor) were just confounding and infuriating by nature, and that they were tragically and inescapably doomed to a life dealing with their bantha shit. “They’re hopeless,” Ponds sighs. “Ridiculous,” Bly agrees. “Children,” Rex laments. “Maniacs,” Cody says, with finality in his tone. A voice rumbles from across the table – the first time that night Wolffe had made it known that he was awake at all. “What did you say?” Rex yawns. Wolffe raises his head. “I said, speak for your kriffing selves.”

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The table in the corner of the caf hall may as well have a reserved sign on it. It does, in a way: Wrecker carved a crude ‘99’ into one of the benches months ago. The regs tend to steer clear, although on days like these, Echo can’t really blame them. He hears it before he sees it, the first signs of an argument beginning to escalate. “Get out of my face before I blast yours off,” Crosshair snarls. Echo almost turns and walks away. But someone will need to be around to pick up the pieces if this all goes sideways. He steps through the remaining crowd to find his place at the end of the table. Opposite him, Crosshair is hunched over like a wolf with its hackles up. Tech is beside him, one finger poised delicately approximately an eighth of a centimeter from Crosshair’s shoulder.

“I will,” he says, “the moment you explain why you are so put out when I, clearly, am not actually touching you.” The plastic fork in Crosshair’s hand snaps. “How long?” Echo asks with a heavy sigh. Hunter, eyes occupied sharpening his knife, replies, “Going on fifteen minutes.” “Think there’s a point?” Hunter shrugs, slots his knife back into its sheath. His eyes flick from Tech to Crosshair, to Wrecker, who is watching the stalemate with rapt attention like it’s a nail-biting bolo-ball match. “Supposedly it’s a study on patience and stress levels,” he says. “But he hasn’t done it with anyone else. You know, Cross did trash his goggles last week.” Echo nods vaguely, sipping his tea and watching the rest of the exchange play out with distant disinterest. It would be imperceptible to the regs passing by, but Echo catches the slant in Tech’s tone, the tiny quirk in his eye. He’s enjoying this.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” “I don’t know what you mean. I’m still not touching you.” “Knock it the hell off, or you’ll wake up tomorrow to all your datapads melting in the kriffing furnace.” “I'm not touching you, though.” “This isn’t a joke. I—” “Not touching you.” “Hunter!” Crosshair hisses, shifting away yet again. He’s crammed onto the last three inches of the bench now, but Tech advances quickly to narrow the gap. Hunter cocks an eyebrow. “Oh, no. I’m not getting anywhere near this one.” “Some Sergeant you are.”

Echo tries to tune it out and enjoy his stew, as the threats grow increasingly crass and Wrecker eagerly demands the two get on with it and fight already. How they could lose themselves so shamelessly in such childish antics he does not know. He turns his gaze to the rest of the caf, the grid of tables packed with troopers he’d rather be sitting at. Though as he watches, he soon spots a table in the opposite corner of the hall; two shinies are locked in a fierce arm wrestling match, vode around them whooping and jeering. A few troopers at another table take turns lobbing berries in the air and trying to catch them in their mouths. More than one table has a perilous game of five finger fillet going. He looks back to Tech and Crosshair, inching towards all-out war, and lets his thoughts wander back to his old squad. Nights spent in this very same caf, breathless with laughter as Domino squad tried to one-up each other with outlandish dares. Lobbing wadded-up napkins into their commanders’ drinks. Sneaking behind the serving counters to steal extra desserts. Echo himself had definitely had his moments, dropping ice cubes down the back of Fives’ blacks when he wasn’t looking.

Across the table, Crosshair is reaching the end of his rope. “Are you all just going to sit there and watch?” he seethes. Echo feels a wry grin pulling at his lip. “Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says glibly. “He’s not even touching you.”

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wizardofrozz · 1 year

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Kix x mechanic!reader, Captain Rex, Hardcase

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: swearing, mention of injury

A/N: I’ve been waiting to start posting my Life Day fics 😂 Most of them are my first time writing for a lot of these characters so I hope I’ve done them justice ❤️

Kix had been running himself ragged trying to keep up with the 501st and lending a hand to the 212th while their new medic was trained. With General Skywalker’s outrageous plans that had your workstation full of gunships and Kix splitting his time between the two battalions, you could maybe steal a few precious minutes over the last few standard weeks. It took Life Day getting closer for your schedule to die down but that didn’t seem to be the case for your favorite medic.

You finally managed to scrub the last spots of grease off your hands, a rule Kix wouldn’t budge on if you wanted to visit him, and made your way out of the hangar. The walk to the medbay was uneventful since most of the troopers were lounging around in their company barracks, meaning you got there faster than usual. The door slid open, revealing a mostly empty medbay aside from Hardcase sleeping nearby, making it easy to find Kix sitting on a stool sorting through supplies.

“Hello, my love,” you greeted, wrapping your arms around his unarmored shoulders. Kix jumped so hard he kicked a box of bacta patches across the room before slumping back against you as his brain registered your voice.

“Maker above, cyare, are you trying to kill me?” Kix sputtered, scrubbing at his face.

“Sorry,” you giggled, kissing his temple. “Been busy today?”

Kix grunted, glancing over at the only occupied bed. “Busy with idiots.”

“What did he do this time?” you wondered, noticing the cast on Hardcase’s arm.

“Commander Tano initiated a game of hide and seek…again,” Kix grumbled, slowly rubbing your arms as he stared off, eyes a little glassy with a memory. “Apparently Jesse and Hardcase had the bright idea to hide on top of the same gunship so Jesse pushed him off.”

“That’s what all that noise was,” you mumbled, resting your chin on his head. Short hairs tickled your chin, a foreign feeling when it came to Kix. “Hm, you need a haircut, dear.”

“Yeah, add it to the list,” Kix huffed, using his foot to drag a nearby cart closer.

“You also need a break,” you urged, gently tightening your arms around his neck.

“No, what I need is to finish taking inventory so I can submit my order forms,” Kix argued gently, half of his attention already shifting back to his work.

“Kix,” you murmured, untangling yourself from around his shoulders to squat between his knees. Dull, tired eyes dropped down, your heart aching at the dark bags under his eyes. “You can’t keep doing this.” Kix sighed, his composure faltering and letting on just how exhausted he was.

“Then who will?” he countered. You knew his determination came from a place of love for his brothers and it only made you love him more. Although, it was slightly irritating at the moment.

“Yeah, I know,” you grumbled, massaging the bridge of your nose. “I just…I hate seeing you like this.” You gestured vaguely at his slumped posture before continuing. “And I - I miss you.” Kix’s eyes softened, a longing you understood well clouding his whiskey-colored eyes.

“I -” he started, his voice thick with emotion, “I’ll come by when I finish up here. I promise, cyare.” The sincerity in his voice lifted some of the sadness off your shoulders and you managed a small smile.

“I’m holding you to that,” you teased, getting to your feet and running a hand over his short hair. Kix’s lashes fluttered as he leaned into your touch before he caught himself.

“Stop that,” he huffed, gently grabbing your wrist and dragging your hand out of his hair and down his face. You brought your other hand up to cup his face, forcing his eyes up. Of course, he shared a face with thousands of his brothers that you saw every day but as similar as they all were, they were each unique as well. You took a moment to just admire him, noting the warmth rising in his cheeks at your attention.

“Prettiest trooper in the GAR,” you mused, swiping your thumb across his cheek. A smirk slowly lifted the corner of his mouth, and a flicker of pride lit up his eyes, making your stomach swoop.

“Damn right,” he drawled, craning his neck to beckon you closer. You giggled but didn’t resist, aiming for a kiss until Kix stopped you by holding a single finger up. “Hold that thought,” he hissed, squeezing his eyes shut and raising his voice. “If I open my eyes and that bed is empty I’m going to glue your ass to it, Hardcase.” The strangled laugh that fell from your lips was extremely unflattering but it did make Kix smile faintly before his eyelids fluttered open.

“How’d you even know?” Hardcase whined, drawing both of your attention. Hardcase was sitting upright in his bed, arms crossed despite his cast, and undeniably pouting.

“Medic superpowers,” Kix deadpanned.

“I believe it,” you teased, letting your hands drop down to the sides of his neck. “Now, give me a kiss so you can get back to work. The sooner you’re done the sooner I can kidnap you.” Kix snorted, rolling his eyes playfully but closed the space without further prompting.

It took every ounce of self-control you had to keep the kiss chaste and of course, Kix’s quiet groan wasn’t making it any easier. You scraped together the willpower to pull away, resting your forehead against his for a moment.

“You should go before Hardcase gets a show,” Kix rumbled, lightly trailing his hand down the outside of your thigh.

“Don’t stop because of me,” Hardcase called, a smile obvious in his voice. You laughed, pulling away from Kix completely, allowing him to turn a deadly glare on his brother.

“I’ll break the other arm if you don’t keep your mouth shut,” Kix warned and Hardcase just smiled wider. With an eye roll, you pressed a quick kiss to your boyfriend’s head before stepping out from between his legs.

“Be good,” you teased, tapping Kix’s nose as you passed. The sound of the brothers bickering drifted into the background as your mind started to put together ideas for how to spend the one night you had with Kix.

Kix was ready to bolt when his assistant, Dart, finally came to relieve him. He was dead on his feet, barely acknowledging the greetings thrown his way as he trudged through the Resolute. Kix was halfway to your quarters when a familiar blonde clone cut him off.

“Kix, hey,” Rex said with a tight smile.

“Captain,” Kix sighed, rubbing at one of his eyes. “What can I do for you, sir?”

“Hm?” Rex hummed, his brows pinching together. “I - nothing. You almost walked into me.” Kix blinked, his brow furrowing as he looked at his brother while his sluggish mind tried to process the last few minutes.

“Sorry, sir,” he settled on, opening his eyes wider than usual. Rex grunted, glancing over his shoulder at the other end of the hallway before moving to walk at Kix’s side.

“Where ya headin’?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” Kix yawned, picking up his previous slow pace. Rex chuckled, ducking his head.

“Figured as much. I’ll walk with you,” Rex stated, switching his helmet to his other side. They walked in silence for a few minutes but Kix could almost feel Rex’s question threatening to burst out of him.

“What is it?”

“How are you?” Rex asked without missing a beat.

“Fine,” Kix grunted, glancing up to figure out where they were. “I just want to get to - I just want to go to bed.” Rex hummed, more questions obviously on the tip of his tongue but thankfully, your door came into view. Rex came to a slow stop outside your door, staring down at his boots as Kix waited for whatever he was mulling over. Then his brother’s expression changed, putting Kix on edge.

“I hope you like it,” Rex said with a half-smile. And then he was turning away, heading back the way they came from, leaving Kix to stare dumbly at the now empty spot.

“Finally.” Kix nearly jumped out of his skin for the second time that day, wide eyes zeroing in on your smiling face in the doorway.

“I’m gonna put a bell on you,” Kix grumbled, letting your drag him into your tiny quarters. He instantly noticed the wall of warmth he walked into, chasing away the chill of hyperspace that he hadn’t realized had settled in his bones. It took a few seconds for Kix’s brain to register what he was seeing.

All the pillows and blankets in your quarters and some you had to have stolen from storage were piled up in the middle of your bunk like a nest. A portable heater was on low power against the opposite wall, giving off a faint glow in the dim room and Kix smelled something sweet lingering in the air. The room felt…cozy.

“Come on, get your kit off,” you urged, pulling his helmet out of his hand. Kix blinked at you, working through his foggy thoughts as he mindlessly unclipped his armor like he’d done thousands of times. You held out a pair of pajama pants you had bought him last Life Day and he didn’t hesitate to peel off his blacks. Kix stood at the edge of your bunk when he was finished, raising a brow at the mug you were holding out to him.

“What is it?” he wondered, leaning forward to look at the dark, steaming liquid.

“Hot cocoa,” you answered, nodding at the mug. He carefully cradled the warm cup, letting the scent wash over him.

“Why?”

“Well, drinking hot cocoa and curling up in front of a fireplace was one of my favorite things to do around Life Day on my home world,” you replied, patting the spot at your side. Kix watched you for a beat but relented, climbing onto the bunk. He hadn’t even realized Life Day was approaching but to be fair, he wasn’t even sure what day it currently was.

“That’s not a fireplace,” Kix noted needlessly.

“Thanks, smartass,” you snorted, taking a sip of your hot cocoa. “Can’t really have a fire on a Star Destroyer so I had to settle for the next best thing. Luckily, Rex managed to borrow General Skywalker’s heater.”

“That explains it,” Kix hummed, taking a hesitant sip of his own drink. It had been a while since he’d had hot cocoa; it was probably last Life Day. He looked over at you, a soft smile lifting the corner of his lips as the warmth settled in his stomach, dragging him closer to sleep. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, dear,” you sighed happily, resting your head on his shoulder. Kix couldn’t really remember drinking the sweet beverage, let alone finishing it, the warmth of the heater and the familiarity of your presence lulling him into a trance. He blinked sluggishly up at you when you took his empty mug and his eyes followed you around the room. You climbed back into the nest of blankets, carefully directing him to lay on his back so you could curl up on his chest.

“Love you,” Kix slurred, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You propped your chin up on his sternum, your smile making his stomach flutter.

“Love you too,” you giggled, stretching up to reach his lips. Kix tried to reciprocate but the second his eyes closed, he already started to drift off. He managed to comprehend your suggestion to get some sleep before he was pulled under with the memory of your lips on his.

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arctrooper69 · 3 months

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What Hurts the Most

A piece I wrote as a gift to @staycalmandhugaclone featuring her OC Doc and my Jedi!OC Danika. Set sometime after the season 2 finale.

❤️ Thank you for giving me permission to post this ❤️

Doc x Danika

WARNINGS: PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING. Viewer discretion advised. This is a bit darker than my usual fics. Suicidal ideation, self harm, survivors guilt, blood, medical care. Major angst but there's a good amount of comfort.

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I couldn’t help myself.

The knife was in my hand, fingers curled tightly around the handle. It was almost surreal, but some part of me knew what I was doing. Some secret, sick, violent part of my mind urged me on, begging me to end things right here and now.

I don’t know why I did it. It just kind of happened. The knife seemed to slip as if it had taken on a life on its own and I was simply a passerby watching as the edge slid across my skin, drawing such a beautiful red.

It would make the pain go away. Of that I had fully convinced myself. The deeper the blade sunk, the more I found myself sinking along with it. Those heady crimson rivets fell like waterfalls and I wanted nothing more than to let them wash me away.

Let the Force take me like it took so many others before me.

It was only fair. Why did I have to be the one left behind again and again? I was nothing.

I was angry.

What did I do to deserve all of this? Why was I destined to fail each and every time I tried so hard to reach for success? What was the point of being a Jedi when there was no one left to save?

I had failed them. I had failed all of them. Master Plo. Lia. Echo. Hardcase. Fives. Kix. Comet. Sinker. Commander Wolffe. I couldn’t name them all and that broke me too. What good am I if I can't even remember the names of all the lives I could’ve saved?

All the Jedi? I remembered some.

Asher. Kylah. Willa. Torik. The younglings I pulled from the burning Temple. They were all gone now too - a testament to my weakness - only proving that I didn’t have what it took.

And Lia.

My precious Lia. Sacrificed herself in battle to save her men and I wasn’t there to save her. I felt her life flicker out like a candle and a part of me was gone as well. Maybe Master Plo knew, though he never said anything. I found myself wishing that he did - that maybe it would’ve been enough for the Council to throw me out - to spare me of all the pain to come.

Then Kix.

I’m so sorry, Kix.

Gone. Dragged away by Separatist droids as I lay bleeding in the street, unable to do anything but scream for them to stop - as if they’d listen to me. Powerless. Unable to help.

More like unwilling.

I should’ve forced myself to move. I should have willed my body back together. The Force could’ve done such miraculous things. But not through me.

The cybernetics in my spine ached - a gift from Master Krell. I tallied Umbara as the highest price for my failures. Allowing my anger to save and defend the honor of lives that would ultimately be lost anyway. Brother against brother orchestrated by Krell’s own hand.

Another unforgivable act.

I should’ve been able to face him. I should’ve been able to subdue him - to protect my men - not be flung aside like some helpless child. Maybe Kix would’ve been able to save more of his brothers if he hadn’t had to come and save me.

The thoughts came faster and more chaotic as they came, swirling and spiraling ever downwards like the blood that fell from my wounds.

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I could hear footsteps now, thundering up the stone pathway. Quick and deliberate.

The sky was so pretty tonight, sun sinking low over Pabu’s golden beaches. The way it fell reminded me of others I had failed to save in one way or another.

Crosshair. Tech. Omega.

“Doc, get up here! Hunter!” Wrecker’s voice was loud. I didn’t mind though. The way his footsteps made the sandy ground tremble could have rocked me to sleep. It would’ve been peaceful. Finally success in something I could control.

It was taken from me then, knocked violently from my hands. Some stranger’s voice cried out as Wrecker’s vice-like grip locked around my arm and wrist, desperately trying to keep that crimson from flowing smoothly into the dirt. It wasn’t fair. That strange voice crying out for him to stop couldn’t have been mine. The pleas for him to let me have some semblance of control couldn’t have come from my lips because that would mean I had failed once again.

“Dani, why?”

I didn’t know his voice could sound so broken.

The agony of my reality didn’t hit me until Doc’s medkit hit the ground with a thud ringing though my head like her voice barking out orders.

I’m sorry, Doc. I just couldn’t take it anymore. It hurt too much. Please understand.

“Cyar’ika, why?” The crack in her voice hurt worse than the screaming icy sharpness that coursed nearly unbearably up my arm as she did what she was meant to do.

I found it endearing how easily she’d picked up the Mando’a from her boys.

Her words may have been gentle but her hands were not. I hadn’t realized how deep that blade had gone until her fingers pinched together the pulsing artery beneath my skin, forcing such a gutteral cry from my chest at the white hot sharpness she inflicted so ruthlessly.

I tried to run - to jerk away and hide from the agony of Hunter’s willing hands which twisted and wound the tourniquet obediently under Doc’s command, but I found that Wrecker’s arms, though gentle, held me fast.

Her voice was gentle with an edge of disappointment now - all of it laced with a quiet heartbreak. I couldn’t help the tears that streamed down my cheeks, nor the whimper of pain that tumbled over lips that had begun to go numb.

“I’ve got you, Dani. Look at me.”

I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. I couldn’t bring myself to see how my actions had cut her just as deeply as the knife I’d used on myself.

“I need you to look at me.” Her fingers glided beneath my chin, caressing the same skin that she had kissed only hours before.

I wondered if she noticed how I watched her lips tremble as she brought my face up to look at hers. I wonder if the same shame that gripped me, now held her in its claws as well. I wanted to tell her that it wasn’t her fault. I wanted to tell her that I loved her and never meant to hurt her like this.

“I’m sorry...” The words that leaked breathlessly over my lips were all that came out. I didn’t know what else to say.

The determined look she’d set over eyes shielded the tears I knew lay beneath. They were the same tears she had shed so long ago when she told me about her past. It seemed so long ago now, almost in a different life. I’d fallen in love with her then, though I wasn’t sure I’d ever told her that.

Had I failed her too?

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to…”

She made no sound to answer me.

I couldn’t stop the hissing moan as she folded my arm over my own chest and pulled me into her arms.

“I know, cyar’ika. I’m sorry.”

My head felt so heavy. With so much weighing me down, I couldn’t fight how my head rested against her shoulder.

“Doc… let me help. I got her.” Hunter’s voice sounded strained, like I’d added another thousand pounds onto his already heavy shoulders. I couldn’t help the tears that came again, burning hot with shame that choked me like a fist around my throat.

I wondered if she knew how I felt that spike of protective instinct shooting through her soul as she stood, cradling me against her chest, pulling me closer and ever so slightly away from the concern of the others. I wondered if she was aware of the regret that weighed so heavily on my chest. I hadn’t meant to hurt anyone.

Her feet moved quickly with practiced purpose down the stone steps and across the landing platform.

“How can we help, Doc?” Wrecker’s voice echoed through my ears and her reply sounded almost comical as it warped and blended in and out with everything else. All I wanted to do was stay here in her arms. She was warm and safe. Everything felt different with her.

I could’ve floated into a dream where everything was alright again. A dream in which the weight of our actions had no effect on the galaxy around us. It was just simply us. Doc and Danika. What a beautiful world that would be, and I wondered briefly if she ever felt the same.

The sudden cold hand of reality cruelly pulled me back once again beneath fluttering eyelids and that thin cot of the medbay I was suddenly placed upon.

“No, no, no. Danika, don’t you dare!” Her voice was sharp. Panicked fingers pulling desperately at the lids of my eyes, forcing me into a sudden, uncomfortable wakefulness. I couldn’t help the twinge of despair in realizing she’d once again pulled me back to her.

I would only fail her again, and even that thought flooded me with a tangible guilt I could feel in my mouth.

“Don’t do that again!” She nearly shouted in an angry relief. “I won’t lose you too!” Her voice quieted, “I can’t…”

I could only turn my head to regard her under lidded eyes that were aready threatening to close again. I found myself unable to keep from shivering as I watched her gather what she needed in frantic movements.

I nearly smiled. It took a certain kind of courage to efficiently do what needed to be done even when the life of someone you cared about was on the line.

“Here.” She layed a blanket over me. Her eyes were kind but oh, so tired. It was the kind of tired where even a thousand nights of sleep would not ever been enough.

Her hand felt cold as she brushed the hair from my neck with nimble fingers. She held the autoinjector in the other.

“Just a pinch,” she warned, smiling in a sad, but comforting expression as I met her eyes.

I barely noticed the slight burn of the sedative she’d given me as I felt it pull me into the grasp of unconciousness. A terror suddenly gripped me tighter than anything I’d ever felt before and I felt myself fight how that sedative pulled me down. I couldn’t let myself be taken away like this - not when she meant so much to me. I knew then, whatever it took, I had to fight to stay with her. She was my rock. I was hers. She would be my reason to keep living.

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Gentle fingers weaving through my hair, woke me slowly.

The door to the medbay hissed open. “How is she, Doc?” Hunter’s voice held that same tired concern as it had before.

The fingers in my hair paused their movements. “I think she’s starting to wake up.”

“Do you think we should - “

“Yeah,” her curt reply cut him off. “She’ll stay here for awhile. Just so I can keep an eye on her.”

“Good. I’ll give you some privacy then.” The door hissed shut and she sank into the chair with a sigh.

“Hey…” I whispered. She stiffened, pulling her hand from my hair. She stood up suddenly, moving her hands as though she didn’t quite know what to say.

“Hey!?” She repeated incredulously. The sudden sharpness of her tone startled her as much as it did me. “That’s all you have to say to me!? Hey!?” The anger she’d tried so hard to convey, cracked at the last few words. She took a breath as if to calm herself. My chest felt heavy. I knew I’d hurt her, but I hadn’t realized just how much.

“I…” I began.

“Oh, no.” she interrupted me, a fire ablaze in her eyes. “You don’t get to talk just yet!”

I fell silent.

“H-how dare you do something like that! How dare you…” her voice cracked as she collapsed back into the chair beside me, placing her forehead on mine, pressing so hard I could taste the salt of her tears on my lips as they fell. Her hands gripped my face as though she was afraid if she let go, I’d slip away once again.

“Don’t you ever do that again!” The anger in her voice was gone now, replaced only by grief and sorrow.

“Am… am I allowed to speak again?” I asked timidly, hoping a small grin and some infantesimal amount of good humor would help lift that awful weight from her shoulders.

She chuckled with a broken sniff as she wiped her eyes on the back of her hand, “Yeah… I guess you can. Maker knows, I can’t stop you once you get started.”

It was my turn to chuckle.

“I… I’m so sorry,” My own words breaking over emotion I couldn’t hold back any longer. She wiped the tears with her thumbs as they flowed.

“I… Sometimes it’s just so easy to get all caught up in my own head,” I sobbed.

She moved, sitting on the cot beside me, lifting me so that my head rest against her chest. The beat of her heart was soothing. I could sit there forever and that sound would be all I needed to sustain my living.

“I know, she said, placing her lips on the top of my head. “That’s what I’m here for though, right?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, closing my eyes, leaning into her embrace as she wrapped herself around me.

“Promise?” She asked.

“I promise.”

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staycalmandhugaclone · 10 months

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Hi, hello there~ Are you still accepting unhinged asks? If so, in the nudity comfort scale – ranging from “occasionally engages in streaking, as enrichment” to “s/o won't see his ankle until at least three years into the marriage” – how would you sort the 501st (or your favorite squad!)?

Abso-fuckin-lutely I’m still accepting unhinged asks!! Gimme! (I’ve been feeling pretty grimy these last couple days, so writing anything series is fighting me a bit. This was a perfect little escape! Thanks!)

I know you said “or” my favorite squad… but why not both? (well, ish. This was already pretty much answered for CF99 in the fresher question, so we’ll ignore them)

501st

Rex – Oh this man is very hesitant to take the next step. Courteous to a fault, when things get steamy for the first time, he’s constantly pulling back until you gently guide his hands to your shirt, and you’ll likely need to be the one to start tugging at his clothes, too. He’ll just worry he’s overstepping unspoken boundaries or moving too fast. After the first time that tension gradually eases, though. He isn’t likely to stroll naked and proud through your home anytime soon, but he may join you in the shower, and, if you ask nicely, he might start leaving his shirt off at night.

Echo – Okay, he’s not a prude. Really. He just makes sure to let you take the first step. Once your intentions are clear, however, he’ll readily pull his shirt off knowingly watching your face for the coming flush of appreciation. He’s not nearly as cocky as his twin, but he knows he looks good. While he isn’t likely to surprise you with a wealth of exposed skin throughout the day, he quickly figures out what seeing him walking around topless does to you and uses it to tease you on occasion.

Post Citadel – Much less confident. The first several times you get him undressed, you’ll need to shower him with constant reassurances that he’s still gorgeous, and even after, he’ll still have moments of doubt. His body is different. There’s no dismissing that. Just be patient with him. He deserves it, and he’ll eventually start to believe just how much you still love him.

Fives – He’s naked when you meet him. So’s Heavy. Don’t ask. Once you two get serious and if you’re receptive, he has no qualms in shedding the layers of armor and cloth, shameless of the body he’s proudly developed into stunning perfection. And for the life of you, there’s not a single argument to be made against it.

Hardcase – In his defense, he really thought Fives had taken his blacks, so ripping them off the arc seemed justified at the time. Of course, it wasn’t until later he realized he’d forgotten them on his bed… Aside from that initial mishap, however, he’s quite pleased with his physique, so he’s very eager to flaunt it. Constantly. So much so that you’ve taken to shouting a warning when you get home if you’ve brought anyone with you just in case he needs to cover up…

Jesse – He lounges in shorts and nothing else. It’s not even a sexual thing, he just likes relaxing like that. Give him the slightest encouragement, however, and that little garment goes flying across the room and he’ll have you in his arms before it hits the floor.

Kix – Medics are born without a care in the world about nudity. His. Yours. That drunk gungan at 79s. That being said, he’s not going to just strip the instant the door closes behind him. Undressing in itself is an act of intimacy, and he’s eager to savor that with you when you’re both ready for it. This man eases the clothes from the both of you like he’s unwrapping a precious gift, fingers slow and full of patient intent, lips smirking at your every gasp. He treasures the closeness of those moments, so isn’t likely to lessen them with casual nudity.

Tup – He really doesn’t even think about there being anything promiscuous to not wearing a shirt. I mean, he was practically raised by Fives and Hardcase, so that’s just a part of life. When he sees you noticing him the first time he casually goes about bare chested though, he’s simultaneously embarrassed and pleased. He’ll apologize and offer to cover up. Don’t say yes. Don’t you dare. You worship that sweet man like the treasure he is. He’ll be a bit more aware of being dressed around you afterwards but is happy to change that by your request.

Dogma – You don’t even get to see his arms until after marriage. Is it worth it? Yes. Does he damn near have a meltdown when you take off your shirt? Also yes. It’s almost concerning. After two or three nights, however, he actually calms down pretty quickly. But only with you.

104th

Wolffe – He doesn’t really flaunt like, say, Fives and Hardcase. Flaunting implies there still being a need to attract you. He knows you want him. There’s no shame or really even thought given to underdressing – it’s just a step he needs to get through in order to take you like you’ve been begging him to all night. You undressing, however, is something else entirely. He goes perfectly still, watching you utterly enraptured. Seeing you bare is something he’ll never get used to. While he doesn’t feel the need to try to lure you to bed by showing skin, if you wander about in, say, shorts and a tanktop, he’ll forget whatever he was doing and just stair at you with that hunger in his eyes until you notice him. Then it’s only a question of if he takes the time to get you to the bedroom first when there’s a perfectly good countertop right there…

Sinker – It depends on his mood, honestly. If he’s feeling good, he’ll go about shirtless feigning ignorance to what it does to you. If he’s not in a great headspace though, he’ll barely let you ease him out of his armor to snuggle up next to him even though he knows it’ll make him feel better. This man has a lot going on in that head of his, so being adaptive and patient is a must.

Boost – He’s a goofball through and through. He’ll go about in his skivvies like he forgot to put on pants just to see you blush. “Oh noooo, oops; how long has that been like that? I’m so embarrassed.” And then proceeds to not put pants on.

Warthog – Similar to Jesse, he likes to lounge about in shorts when he’s relaxing. It’s not meant to mean anything – he’s just comfy. But if he notices you looking at him? Yeah, he’ll flex and flash you that little smirk, then laughs when you blush which only makes you want him even more. He’ll tease you about being caught staring at him like a piece of meat, but he loves it.

Comet – This sweet man is very much like Echo in this regards. He knows you love to look at him, but he doesn’t use that to try to get your pants off as quickly as he can. He’s far more eager to make sure the lead up has you both desperate for each other before even taking his shirt off. He’s in no rush and wants to savor every second with you. He’ll absolutely snuggle naked with you afterwards, though. He’ll even fall asleep like that, which is just such a shame come morning…

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matchademi · 9 months

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Patcher is sending Falls a comm message. He asks for the younger's well being and sends him a few weird looking pictures of the corrie command line.

This is commander Thorn, about to get his shebs kicked by me.

*shows Thorn running away with fear in his eyes*

This is Lieutenant Thire. He survives another day.

*a holo of Thire sleeping in the elevator*

Stone is brewing moonshine again. At least he stopped with the deathsticks after i put them up his *****

*Stone on the floor brewing pink looking alcohol *

Hound being Hound

*the holo shows Hound with Grizzer dancing?*

And here is my most hated patient not ready for his monthly poking. Precious.

*a feral looking commander fox stands on top of his desk on all fours and hisses at Patcher with glowing red eyes *

Falls:*chuckles answering, letting Patcher know he is ok that he just finished a campaign and there were minimal casualties and starts sending photos himself of Torrent

This is ARC Jesse. I beat his shebs since he keeps injuring shinys sparing

*Jesse with a bruise on his head and a Falls hand holding a rolled up stack of paper*

This is Tup he did nothing wrong he is my favorite

*Tup is smiling hut there is a fire happening behind him*

Kix is asleep not at alllll sedated

*Kix, who is obviously sedated on his desk*

Hardcase being Hardcase

*Hardcase flying around the hanger with jetpack laughing and terrorizing shinys*

And my dear captain who got shot during the campaign...I entirely blame Commander Fox for this

*Rex hiding in the vents in full kit hissing at Falls*

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spacemagicandlaserswords · 9 months

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The Clone Wars 4x9 ‘Plan of Dissent’ Reaction

Hardcase NO

I was tearing up at that. “Live to fight another day.” *sobs*

Fuck Krell. Absolute heartless bastard.

Really not impressed with Dogma at this stage so I’m guessing a lot happens in the final episode of this arc.

Poor Tup. He really reminds me of the friend that is pressured into doing things that they really don’t want to do. And the poor thing is so anxious and worried. I’m relating to him far too much.

Fives with his legs splayed open on his back under a ship doing mechanical work? HELLO?!?! First Tech, now this?! Though I guess technically (heh) it was Fives first then Tech. Either way, most excellent crotch and thigh shot.

Speaking of thighs, this is where those gifs of Rex’s thigh plates come from!

Help me why am I having thots when everything that’s happening is so awful

That was some look from Rex when he saw Fives, Jesse and Hardcase flying off in the Umbaran fighters. Long suffering “why are those idiots doing this” combined with admiration and respect that they actually went and did it.

Omg the chaos in the hanger with Hardcase trying to fly the fighter and destroying everything and Fives doing his best Han Solo impression of trying and failing to definitely not sound sus.

“That’s gonna leave a mark” CACKLING

Hardcase actually did a fairly decent job of coming up with a fairly believable story and making it believable enough. Not wholly believable but better than I expected. Fives though, baby, you really need to get better at acting.

Speaking of, the shot of the clones at the start and Fives leaning on the wall looking down with his ankles crossed definitely looks like the start to some 90s boy band music video. I know I’ve seen this mentioned before but it’s hilarious how accurate that description is.

Rex trying to take the blame for Fives and Jesse and then Fives refusing to let him and Rex looking at him and saying “Fives!” all anguished and just ugh ALL OF MY EMOTIONS

Is Appo the one with the downward pointing white arrow surrounded by blue paint on the forehead of his bucket? Just checked Wookieepedia and yup, he is. Also, he's a CC. So why is he a Sergeant?

Hardcase with his little sneaky wiggly fingers. I love him so much.

I’ve noticed this with a few clones but they have these 3 lines of utterly adorable crows feet when they grimace or scrunch up their faces in certain ways and I just want to kiss them they’re so precious.

How is Rex keeping it all together? Poor man. I didn’t think it would be possible to want the walking disaster that is Anakin back but here we are. Do we ever find out why he was so suddenly and conveniently called back to Coruscant immediately? I’m assuming it’s Palps meddling.

Still loving Jesse and his little nose scrunch every time he turns up. There’s a heart and gentleness to him and that’s really evident in his little moment at the start about valuing the lives of the clones. I’m still not sure if I should be referring to them as clones or men so it’s just sort of bouncing between the two at the moment.

You can see why Jesse ends up becoming an ARC. I did have the heartbreaking thought the other day that seeing as Jesse becomes an ARC after Echo dies, does that mean Jesse replaces Echo as Fives’ ARC partner? *gross sobbing*

This is also the episode where that gif of Rex glaring over his shoulder comes from!

Tup gesturing with his space screwdriver thingy and waving it around. Bless.

The clones' voices are also starting to sound noticeably more distinct. Jesse’s is softer. Rex’s more gruff, no nonsense and laced with authority, which makes sense. Hardcase is utterly chaotic, rambling and slightly higher? You can hear the nervousness and worry in Tup’s voice. Dogma’s voice is also higher and much more tightly wound. I’m not sure how I’d describe Fives’ voice but it’s noticeably different to Rex’s and everyone else’s. I’m so glad they’re finally building out their characters and it’s not just generic clone voice for all of them.

Also, Rex running interference for Fives, Jesse and Hardcase and intercepting Dogma and Tup. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” UGH

What’s Fives’ role in the 501st and Torrent? He seems like Rex’s second in command and right hand man but he doesn’t have a rank. Wookieepedia just lists him as an ARC Trooper. Are ARC Troopers just in their own special little box of bonkers BAMFness?

I keep adding to this reaction because I’m putting off watching the final episode of this arc. Ugh, MY EMOTIONS.

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bibannana · 1 year

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Rex *stops infront of Coy, Fives and Hardcase who are leaning against a closed door*: What are you three up too?

Hardcase *beams*: Nothing Sir!

Fives *nods*: Nothing at all.

Coy *rams his elbow into the small space in the door that slowly opened earning a pained yelp*: Not doing anything Rex.

Rex *too tired to deal with them*: ......let's say I believe that. *walks off*

Fives *evil grin spreads across his face*: Nothing that you need to worry about anyway.

*move away from the door which opens to reveal a bound Echo, Jesse and Pickup*

This is all because they (Echo, Pickup and Jesse) got out of washing up the gunships.

To be fair that is because they (Echo, Pickup and Jesse) didn't dirty them

The others (Coy, Fives and Hardcase) did so they understandably had to clean them

Pickup would never dirty one of his precious ships!

Coy on the other hand would just to get on his nerves.

He would also be encouraged and aided by Fives and Hardcase.

They dumped their brothers in the dirty gunship water.

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mamuzzy-creates-stuff · 3 months

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"Go and raise hell" - Alpha-17 to Deadshot on his ARC graduation The ARC Trooper with armor clean as if he was a shiny, but his face is weary from battle scars, wrinkles screaming about years of experience, and there was certain sadness in his eyes only those had who faced the horrors of war before… only Deadshot didn't remember any of it. All he needed to know that he suffered amnesia due to an explosion and no one came for him after his rehabilitation. That's how he ended up the 501st after Alpha-17's ARC training program. All Deadshot knew that whatever the fucking galaxy is about throw at him, he will ENDURE. ENDURE. ENDURE. It's his mantra, sometimes whispered in his dreams, whispered when injured, whispered when Rex avert his eyes. Be strong and endure because if you fall behind once again, no one will be there to help you get on your feet. Endure and survive.

He is my everything. My precious babyboy. My miserable meowmeow. My emotional punchbag. If you have questions about this pretty little blorbo, don't hesitate to ask! He will try to answer as best as he can...

MASTERLIST TO DEADSHOT RELATED POSTS

「501 shenanigans」 [ART]

「Deadshot gets the love he deserves」 [ART]

03/08/2023 | OC: Deadshot | Sketchbook | He is a miserable blushy mess |

「Comfort a character: Deadshot」 [ART]

「Shattered」 [ART]

「Fives x Shots」 [ART]

CLONESHIP 23/10/2023 | OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Fives | They are in love, you honour |

「Mlem.」 [COMIC]

「Stargazing」 [ART]

12/11/2023| OC: Deadshot | Deadshot loves watching the stars | Space art thingy |

「I've got a birthday gift from Corey!」 [ART]

「The captain isn’t entirely satisfied with the new ARC trooper」 [Comic]

「Deadshot has one of those days」 [ART]

12/12/2023| OC: Deadshot, Clone Trooper Tup | Sketchbook | Breaking down in 3…2…1… |

「Bruiser isn’t entirely satisfied with the 501st new ARC trooper either」 [ART] + Part 2 [ART]

「Deadshot has one of those days」 [ART]

12/12/2023| OC: Deadshot, Clone Trooper Tup | Sketchbook | Breaking down in 3…2…1… |

Skrunkly Shots[ART]

Skrunkle trooper!shots made by nuclearteabag |OC: Deadshot | Gift for me <3 |

「Deadshot has one of those days again」 [ART]

05/01/2024| OC: Deadshot | Character reacts to post | ith, you managed to get him feel something :DD |

「Deadshot has one of those days yet again」 [ART]

16/01/2024|OC: Deadshot | Deadshot has one of those days but this time he is pretty

「Deadshot reacts to Fives portrait」 [ART]

Fives x Deadshot (OC) CLONESHIP 16/01/2024 | Arc Trooper Fives, OC: Deadshot | Fives exists and Shots is melting |

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trylynarie · 1 year

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Let’s talk about Dogma

This 501st boi doesn’t get nearly enough attention. Clearly to get into torrent company the kid had to be skilled. I say kid because if he was a shiny he must have been 18 at best. Coming straight out of that kamino environment, following orders was the only thing he would have known. Questioning your superiors was something anakin had shown the rest of the older clones. He hadn’t been showed much of that yet.

Talking of skill can we appreciate that he was able to get Fives, a seasoned arc troopers, gun out of the holster fast enough to shoot krell while hand cuffed while in a complete betrayed mess without being noticed? My poor boi was confused af and he managed to do that! Give him time and he would have 100% been an arc trooper with a little bit of character development, remember as a shiny Echo was dare say worse than Dogma and look at the uwu little killjoy now.

Looking at his time in umbara he struggled to fit in from the start while Tup (possibly a batch mate) managed to get taken in by Jesse, Fives and Hardcase (possibly the worst type of influence you can get). This mainly seemed to happen because Tup was visibly struggling to find his footing; metaphorically as his confidence just wasn’t there and physically as the man just couldn’t stay on the transport without both hands holding on. Dogma on the other hand was trying to be the opposite like he already knew every trick in the book. While he was trying to come off as a person to rely on the 501st troops especially probably just saw this as pretentious as some random shiny with no experience was trying to talk on their level.

He clearly has the 501st mindset of wanting to be an independent thinker as he painted his armour different and got a face tattoo of all things. He wanted to make his own personality. Ngl if anyone gets the reference he reminds me of Burr out of the Hamilton musical; he’s apprehensive and just wants to wait for it. However he waits too long, you have to make a stand at some point. Which he eventually did and got jailed for like bro someone had to kill Krell get my man out of the cell! To conclude, Dogma is just as precious as the rest of the 501st someone give him attention.

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 1 year

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@clonexreaderbingo

MASTERLIST:

Grief Stricken

Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader

Square: Fox

Summary: Your perfect life is shattered into a million pieces after your beloved Fives is murdered. Overcome with grief, you decide to take out your revenge on the man responsible for his death.

Please Hold My Hand

Pairing: Clone [insert] x Fem!Reader

Square: Relax

Summary: Today is your yearly gynecological exam and you’re less than excited about it, but your boyfriend is there to make it better.

Locks of Love

Pairing: Tup x Fem!Reader

Square: Tup

Summary: After a long deployment, Tup returns home and joins you for a picnic in the field where you two first met. While enjoying the spring weather, and each other’s company, you ask him to braid your hair.

Beloved

Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader

Square: Fives

Summary: A horrible smell leads to a precious discovery. You and Fives have been enjoying your life together, but everything is about to change now that you’re pregnant. While your hormonal imbalance rages, Fives must hang on for dear life as he’s dragged through the stages of fatherhood. Luckily, the 501st has his back and comes to the rescue more than once.

Dancing Your Way Through The 501st

Pairing: 501st x Jedi!Fem!Reader

Square: "What are you doing here?"

Summary: You’re not sure who you want to go home with tonight, so you challenge your favorite 501st boys to woo you on the dancefloor.

Lean On Me

Pairing: Kix x Fem!Reader

Square: Kix

Summary: You're out dancing with your friends when you sustain a knee injury, and Kix comes to your rescue.

A Man's Worth

Pairing: Tup x Fem!Reader

Square: Obsession

Summary: Your date-night with Tup is interrupted when your stalker finds you and won't leave without you. Tup heroically comes to your defense, but it is overpowered by the assailant, and you are taken away. After your rescue, Tup struggles with his insecurities and self-worth as he tries to heal physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Cushions

Pairing: Kix x Fem!Reader

Square: "Leave me alone."

Summary: Kix comes home to find you hiding in a pillow fort.

Queen of Hearts

Pairing: Vampire!Fox x Fem!Reader

Square: "Your eyes sparkle."

Summary: On your way home from work one early morning, you catch Fox drinking a man's blood in a back alley, and it changes your life forever.

Fortunately Unfortunate

Pairing: Jesse x GN!Reader

Square: Tradition

Summary: Jesse’s number is drawn in a lottery, forcing him to participate in a cross-training event with the 212th, and he’s not happy about it. However, his view of the training mission changes when he crashes into your life, literally.

Of Frogs and Clones

Pairing: Hardcase x Fem!Reader

Square: Mystery

Summary: It's the clone's last night in the barracks together as soldiers and Hardcase drinks a mysterious liquid from Jesse's duffle that turns him into a frog. With the help of his brothers and the Right To Love Matchmaking service, they work against the clock to find him "true love's kiss" and turn him back into a human.

Dancing Lights

Pairing: Wolf!Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Square: Smile

Summary: During a mission on a frigid planet, you get lost in a blizzard and Wolffe becomes desperate to find you before you freeze to death. Once he does, he’s forced to reveal a secret part of himself in order to protect you from a territorial pack of wolves.

Puddles and Paddles

Pairing: Brett (OC) x Fem!Reader

Square: Party

Summary: On your way to a party for Tungst's promotion to ARC trooper you take some time to play in a puddle, but when Brett gets wet, he decides to teach you a lesson when you get to your destination.

Combat Cold Cuts

Pairing: Tech x Fem!Reader

Square: Tech

Summary: Your favorite team of Navy SEALs just docked and are looking for some good food.

Caution to the Wind

Pairing: Wrecker x Fem!Reader

Square: Wrecker

Summary: For her birthday, Omega asks you and Wrecker to ride the roller coaster with her at the fair.

The Last Notch

Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader

Square: Regret

Summary: In a dystopian Star Wars universe where clones aren't just soldiers, but also pleasurable objects used to help finance the war, Fives starts to question his role in the Erotic Bingo lottery system when he meets you and discovers something more fulfilling than sex.

#tbbb writes #CFB2023 #masterlist

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