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sisterofleatherfrog · 3 years

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Clones at the Olympics

So listen, I fully believe the Olympics should NOT have happened this year. It’s fun to watch and I enjoy the spectacle, but this still wasn’t the year sis. We’re here anyway though, so here’s my thoughts for who would be doing what and maybe how they got started. Includes both the summer and winter.

This is a bit of a monster so get yourself something to sip on before you begin sis🥤Sorry some of these are a lot more detailed than others, for some it was just easier because I vibe with the character, thought of a joke, or just know more about the sport.

Warnings: Really none, but there is a mention of smoking in Crosshair’s section, grievous injury in Echo’s, Pong Krell in Dogma’s, brief mention of bullying in Tup’s, mention of a real athletic accidents resulting in death in Gregor’s, minor CodyWan if you squint/want it to be that, and excessive swearing throughout because I use curses as punctuation.

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I would like to think there’s a joke about their country’s home team, rather than Team X, they’re team Fett (seriously, just how many children did this guy have?! And they’re all athletic?! Them Jango Fett genes tho). Some of them have been here before, some are first timers and they all make sure to support each other.

Omega- Skateboarding

-She lived near the skate park with her four older brothers (the Batch are her brothers) and was always fascinated by the people jumping and riding.

-One day while walking home from school she saw a cool older girl (Fennec) and asked if she could try. Fennec, being pretty cool and a best-worst influence type, let her and gave her some tips. She ended up coming home WAY late and gave them all (especially Hunter) a heart attack; they were three minutes away from putting her face on milk-cartons.

-She was in love with the sport though and went back to the park whenever she could. Hunter eventually relented to getting her a skateboard of her own because he worries, but ultimately he wants her to pursue her dreams.

-She went viral once thanks to a video of her doing some rad things in her princess Leia costume and later got scouted when they decided to add the sport.

-Was absolutely blown away during the opening ceremony and was excited to meet and compete with people from all over the world.

-Is now also eyeing archery thanks to the influence of one of her brothers (guess who).

Wrecker- Boxing/ Shot Put/ Hammertoss

-We all know this man is powerful (he squats Gongky my dudes), he’d be a formidable enemy.

-”I pick things up, then I put them back down.” is pretty accurate.

-We saw with Fennec that he’s not so good at the martial artsy type hand to hand, but give him a target to throw his brute force at and he’s fucking ready.

-He’s also very proficient at yeeting just about anyone (Rex) and anything.

-He got picked up for boxing pretty early on at his school due to his obvious size, enjoyed it a lot because even though he is an absolute sweetheart, he doesn’t have to hold back and be gentle.

-When he started the tossing sports, at first the field would clear when he came out because while he had the correct force, he really couldn’t aim.

-Whenever he loses to somebody he’s genuinely happy for them because ‘Wow you’re strong! Guess I gotta’ work harder!’

-Besides this, he’s a gold-medalist cheer section all on his own because he’s so LOUD AND PROUD for his teammates, it doesn’t matter if he really knows them or understands the event. He made a giant banner for Omega for when she competed.

Hunter- Fencing

-He tried a lot of different sports growing up and was considered one of the best all-arounders throughout school and was actually being scouted for the national football (soccer) team.

-Made a good captain in the team sports he was in.

-He first picked up the foil on a (admittedly odd) date though and never put it down.

-His adolescent interest in knives and swords came back in full force.

-At first early in his career he got accused of cheating some because of the points he was scoring and unprecedented skill but no, he was literally just that good at reading his opponents. -It’s almost like he’s got a 6th sense for it. It’s uncanny.

-He’s also very, very fast and agile thanks to experience from other sports.

-Also thanks to the hair and his legendary status he’s sometimes jokingly referred to as ‘Errol’.

Crosshair- Biathlon (skiing w/ shooting)/ Cross Country Skiing/ Trap Shooting (Skeet Shooting)

-Let’s face it, this man is a cold weather bitch.

-Once pumpkin-spice season comes a-callin’ he rises from whatever cool place he’s been hibernating and knows his time has come.

-In the olden day of sports he’d be like that guy who smokes a pack, competes, and somehow gets first. Of course, our man here has taken up the much healthier toothpicks.

-He likes the challenge of endurance; actually started out as a runner but the summer is too damn hot.

-There exists one copy of a video (Tech has it unbeknownst to him since he swears he tracked them all down) of him racewalking where whomever was filming kept zooming in on his butt and how it was wiggling in those little, tiny shorts-

-Being long and skinny really helps him with his races and he adores that there’s a sport that combines his love of skiing and shooting.

-Definitely has a few records for time and accuracy.

-He’s the other best-worst influence on Omega and has been showing her how to do archery. He likes archery, it’s relaxing for him, but he wouldn’t do it competitively.

-The only reason he comes out for the summer Olympics at all is because they have a sport that is exclusively shooting and he highkey likes to show off.

Tech- Curling

-For those who don’t really know, curling might seem like a bit of an odd sport, but the sweeping the athletes have to do is very intensive and the stone toss is a precise art.

-Tech was always fit like his brothers and enjoyed a round of frisbee-golf but he wasn’t exceptionally passionate about any sport he joined.

-Curling is a sport of math and often playing the long game in terms of strategy. Catching the Briar tournament on tv was life changing for Tech. He joined his local league just as fast as you could say ‘sliders’.

-He’d never been happier, and after competing nationally he got scouted and began his international career.

-Secretly he’s very jealous of team Norway’s pants and wishes his team could wear some like that.

Echo- Hockey/ Sledge Hockey

-Echo always loved hockey and as soon as he could skate he was determined to grab a stick and go. Echo used to play too when they were younger before he went off to do his own thing.

-The king of assists, while he wasn’t so good at directly getting the puck in the net, he liked to play the support man and back up his team members.

-A bit of an understated player because of this, but it made him a good captain because he could keep a level head and didn’t have a hockey ego.

-Never went professional though because he ended up joining the military. When he came back home after a tour missing 3 limbs he thought his hockey career was done.

-When he got his prosthetics he could still play a street round with his brothers but he missed the ice.

-It was Fives who determinedly researched sledge hockey and helped him into it, presenting him with his first sled and getting him time with a team in the next city over. `

-It was a hard road, but he’s back on the ice, happier than ever, and a big figure in the Paralympics and Invictis games. Does a lot of fundraising for Wounded Warriors and other such organizations.

Rex- Swimming (400m butterfly/backstroke)/ Speedskating

-He started out as a swimmer and really liked summer sports in general. Idk why but he just clocks me as the type of swimmer who would do really good with those styles.

-Unfortunately he had a bad shoulder injury at one point and had to decide where he wanted to go in terms of sports.

-He pulled a Clara Hughs and switched sports and seasons entirely, going from swimming to speedskating (yes I know she went from speedskating to cycling but you know what I mean).

-Mans has nice shoulders, thighs of steel, and it is GREATLY appreciated.

99 (Jango’s dad in this AU)- Former Javelin champ/ Coach/ Chef de Mission

-Everybody’s favourite, the entire team would throw hands for this man.

-Enjoyed a good career in his youth but ended up wrecking his throwing shoulder pretty badly and it’s now a little misshapen and stiff.

-He then became a coach and stressed to those he mentored how to take care of themselves and especially taking injury, no matter how small, seriously for their own sake.

-Now he’s the man on the team you go to if you have a problem and it’s his job to help. It doesn’t matter what event you’re in, he’s on it.

-I know I said earlier that Wrecker was a gold-medalist cheering section but no, this man right here, is the actual champion. He may not be loud, but by god is he so proud of every one of the athletes.

-Everybody’s grandpa.

Cid- Boxing Coach

-She is the crusty old coach, like the person in the movies who says they’re retired when the hero comes to them for help but ends up mentoring them when they see their potential (think Phil from Hercules).

-She’d seen a lot of big boxers with potential come and go, but Wrecker’s honest enthusiasm and sheer will convinced her.

-When he got into throwing she helped correct his aim after he ruined some expensive equipment. Again, his enthusiasm was appreciated, but some control was needed.

-Is definitely invited over to the Batch’s house for dinners and became their grumpy aunt. Has a soft spot for Omega after the girl continually kicked her ass at chess.

Fives- Figure Skating

-Echo is a showman and he would do so well at this, he has the attitude and personality.

-Already had a bit of a base for skating from his years of hockey with Echo, he had to adjust to the new blades but figured it out pretty quickly. Was quite the terror when he started though, hell on knife-shoes as it were.

-A bit into his career he is renowned for his pizzaz, finesse, and style. He definitely has fun with it and likes to play it up for the judges and crowd.

-I picture him like Elvis Stojko and a young Patrick Chan. He’s a phenom technically, he’s strong, his routines typically are quite creative, and the music for them usually gets the crowd hyped.

-Yuri on Ice, and the Ice Princess movie are unironically his favourites.

Hardcase- Downhill Ski Slalom

-Chaos incarnate, he loves bombing down the hill at mach-fuck you and the thrill of almost dying whenever he goes airborn.

-The first time he ever skied, he immediately went to the top of a black diamond and proceeded to scream the entire way down (there may or may not be a video) and surprisingly not go splat against a tree.

-After getting banned from that club, he signed up for proper lessons at another, and the rest is history.

-He’s probably the guy in this video.

Jesse/Heavy- Beach Volleyball

-I had a difficult time placing Jesse, I’m still not quite happy with this so lmk.

-Thinking about it I feel like this guy would have a killer serve.

-Also lowkey likes to be shirtless for the crowd.

-I also feel like him and Heavy would make a great beefcake combo.

-Jesse’s serve and Heavy’s spike are legendary together.

-Sun’s out guns out.

Kix- The long-suffering Sports Medicine guy

-”You literally shattered your ankle half a year ago, sit dow- and there they go.”

-”What do you mean you were in excruciating pain the entire time?!”

-”Well bad news, that’s not supposed to bend that way.”

-He just wants everybody to get the rest they need and heal. 99 sympathises with him.

Tup- Gymnastics (High/Uneven/Parallel Bars, Trampoline, Floor Routine)

-He’s artistic like Fives, but his energy is a little different. He’s more sensitive and understated; graceful and discerning. I just feel like he’d be really in tune with this sport.

-When he was young watching other olympics he was enthralled by the movement and control of momentum. Immediately went to the backyard to the trampoline and yote himself off of it trying to do a backflip.

-The sort of physical challenge that gymnastics is, is fun for him. The controlled tumbling through the air is the best possible bonus.

-He caught flack by some assholes at school for it, but his literal army of brothers put a stop to that pretty quickly. Now he’s competing at the Olympics so it’s not like they matter anyway.

-He can also strangle people with his thighs alone and do ‘fancy flippy shit’ (Five’s words).

-”Back at it again at Krispy Kream.”

-I literally cannot stop picturing this man doing gymnastics, he’s literally so pretty and him flipping around on the bars/ the mat/ in the air/ trampoline with his hair is just sending me.

Dogma- Ping Pong

-Listen, I love Dogma, he deserves the world for shooting Krell in canon, but this man just cannot relax about anything. He’s the sort of guy to constantly have the instructions for a board game on his lap or otherwise already have them memorized before playing.

-This is to say he takes the ‘silly’ games v e r y seriously, and as far as Olympic sports go, Ping Pong is a little silly (no shade to people who like Ping Pong, but it’s like, a bar game to me?).

-Definitely got into it by taking something one of the guys said WAY too seriously and took it to a literal Olympic level.

-Pong Krell is a shitty, abusive coach who was secretly trying to push doping onto his trainee’s but Dogma brought all of his bs to light and got him fired and banned.

-Laugh all you want though, he’s got the Serena Williams of Ping Pong serves.

Gregor- Skeleton

-He’s even crazier than Hardcase.

-Rather than just going down a snowy hill fast, he’s going down an ice track head first! People have died in it’s sister sport Luge (though you are more likely to die doing skiing or snowboarding).

-Totally gets that it’s dangerous, he takes all the necessary precautions, but this is Gregor and he’s a little off his can.

-He’s had a bit of a head-bonk from an accident before, but that obviously didn’t stop him.

-Nobody is really sure how he came into the sport, he sometimes would take off for weeks at a time before returning with stories of the wild, improbable things he’d done. One time he came back and had apparently been recruited to a team, the rest of that time is still a little fuzzy for him for some reason.

-This begins to make the others question just how true his stories that seemed too crazy to be so, actually were.

Howzer- Pairs Skating

-This man, oh this handsome, beautiful man. We may have only known him for two episodes but oh my god.

-I have him pegged as an intense romantic. This would translate well into the storytelling of pairs skating.

-I imagine if he found a partner to match his energy they would be tough competition.

-He’d be good at tangos in the free-dance category. Actually he’d probably prefer the dance, I imagine he’s in the second half of his career, not as young as Fives and past his peak jumping years.

-HIM SKATING TO ROXANNE CAN YOU IMAGINE

-Besides Tangos, prepare to cry and yearn like you never have before when it comes to emotional waltzes.

-He’s absolutely swoon-worthy, so therefore I see him in one of the sexier sports.

Wolffe/Boost/Comet/Sinker- 4-Man Bobsleigh

-Bitches that slay together stay together.

-I’m not sure who of Boost, Comet, and Sinker would be the pilot (front of sled) or middle crewmen, but Wollfe is definitely the brakeman (last in).

-It’s not unusual for a retired quarterback to be the brakeman; they’re solidly strong and provide a last big push before hopping in the back.

-Plo Koon is their coach/team dad. He makes sure they’ve had enough rest/ time to heal/ eat, and the entire team wears the infamous ‘Plo’s Bros’ shirts and a mountain of scarves they all knitted for each other.

-Despite rumours, he did not lose his eye doing a downhill sport (there are very few who do, he’s a bit of a man of mystery and few words).

-They all take the sport seriously, but they have fun. May or may not have had a Cool Runnings moment where Wolffe was hanging off the back of the sled screaming in an octave his brothers were unaware he could reach. There isn’t any evidence, but it is a popular rumor.

-Sometimes they worry Plo, but he’s proud of the men and team they have become together.

Cody- Swimming/ Cycling

-Was on the same swimming team as Rex, they swam solo but also did relays together and were pretty in sync. After Rex retired from the pool he also decided to go his own way.

-He likes summer sports more and decided to stay there and started doing some track cycling.

-The fast pace was exciting, but wasn’t quite his style and instead started to do long distance stuff.

-On the road in the peloton, he works really well with his teammate Obi-Wan and they often team-up to breakaway or bring each other up the worst climbs.

-When he won the Tour de France before his Olympic career began, he dedicated his win to Obi-Wan. When he has to compete against him in the Olympics he is ruthless though, absolutely no mercy.

-Likes the minute-to-minute strategy of cycling.

Bonus:

Sandwich/ Soup Clone- All of us, sitting at home on our asses watching other people being athletic af.

Also I ain’t got a single CLUE as to where Boba is.

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glimmerglanger · 4 years

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Whumptober 2020 - Day 8

Day 8 of Whumptober, part 8 of the oof!au. Not sure how today is going to work because.... tumblr is formatting everything wrong and this is very long. I didn’t want to post over on ao3 until the whole thing was complete, but I might have to for tomorrow (which is over 5k for the “rescue” prompt and that’s SO LONG). ANYWAY, maybe they’ll fix whatever they broke today.

General info: Post Order 66 Vader-Captures-Obi-Wan AU. Past/eventual Codywan. One-sided Vaderwan. Eventual happy(ish) ending. Please read the warnings.

WARNINGS: Mind control trauma, mind controlled into hurting people, references to past torture and past non-con, brain trauma, references to suicide, off-screen loss of a limb.

No 25. I THINK I’LL JUST COLLAPSE RIGHT HERE, THANKS

Disorientation | Blurred Vision | Ringing Ears

The Kaminoans bred Cody for war. They’d forged him into a weapon and then they trained him, taught him how to fight and how to win. He’d been stubborn and determined, even among his brothers, and they’d valued those qualities. He learned strategy. How to handle himself. How to handle his men. How to handle a war.

And he’d excelled at it. His men had taken on armies and won. They’d come within a breath of winning a galactic war and had that victory soured. He’d lost a fight he’d never had a chance to prepare for, lost everything, all at once.

He didn’t know, exactly, what had happened on Utapau. One moment his body had listened to him and the next it just… hadn’t. It felt like dreaming, in a way. Or a nightmare. He could see the world. He could feel the things his body touched. He could hear his own voice.

But he couldn’t control any of it, could not stop himself from ordering his General shot down, no matter how he fought and struggled and--

And the most he could do, raging inside his own head, was file a form stating that General Kenobi had died, falling into the waste-water pit. After all, no nat-born would have been able to survive that fall.

Not according to the training he’d received on Kamino.

He’d watched his hand hesitate, on Utapau, watched his fingers twitch a different direction on the pad, and fought. In the end, the report went out that Obi-Wan had died. And Cody, scratching and tearing at the walls inside his own head, counted that as a victory, refusing even to allow himself to consider the alternative, in case the thing that had stolen his body heard the thoughts, somehow.

Nothing much else felt like a victory for years. He lost track of time. Lost track of himself. He couldn’t do anything, couldn’t stop the things his body did. He killed people, people begging for their lives. Children.

Jedi.

People he’d fought beside.

His friends.

He couldn’t stop it.

It was a relief, of a sorts, when Vader - the man who had been Anakin Skywalker - reassigned him to Mustafar. There were no people to kill on Mustafar. In fact, there was little to do. He and his brothers just… lived there. It was strange to see so many members of the 212th.

They’d kept them apart, after they were trapped inside their own heads. Split up battalions and companies. Put them in blank white helmets that made it impossible to know the man standing beside you.

But on Mustafar, he found his men. Not many of them. Nothing close to their full complement. He knew many of them had died in pointless battles and… in other ways. He walked by troopers slumped sideways in their bunks, a blaster still in their hands. Maintenance accidents, the forms said, when they were filed.

He’d watched troopers step into the line of friendly fire, or walk off the edge of tall paths, plunging hundreds of feet with no attempt to stop themselves.

On Mustafar, it jarred something in his mind each time he looked over and recognized one of his men, memories clattering through his head of battles fought together, victories hard won.

It was a constant reminder that he’d failed them. He’d been their Commander. He was supposed to look after them. But-- But he couldn’t. Couldn’t do anything to help them, even as Vader put him into position as supervisor of the base.

Cody’s body ran the base, in Vader’s absence. Designed security and set up duty rosters for his brothers. He wondered, sometimes, why Vader hadn’t put Rex in such a position. He wondered if, perhaps, Rex had not died, when they were all trapped inside their minds, and wished, more than anything, that he’d been that lucky.

He and his brothers slept and ate and trained, for, as near as Cody could determine, no reason.

And then Vader found Obi-Wan.

And Cody, who had gotten too tired to fight, somewhere in the last three years, stirred inside his head and started screaming, again.

The Kaminoans had bred Cody to make war. He warred with the thing that lived in his head, the thing that used his voice and his body, the thing that wasn’t him. He fought every order Skywalker gave him, after the bounty hunters dragged Obi-Wan from their ship and dropped him on the ground.

It felt like throwing himself at the side of a wall, over and over and over again. Trying to break through stone with nothing but his will alone. But he found ways. Little things he could do. Muscle movements, trained into his memory, below whatever level the control operated.

He could twitch a finger, if he focused. The code he’d created with Obi-Wan was as automatic as speech, once upon a time. Wrestling enough control of his body to communicate anything sensible felt almost impossible.

But Cody hadn’t been trained to give up. And he’d never learned how. He managed, watching Skywalker wreak his terrible atrocities across Obi-Wan’s body, to tear and pull at the wall. To haul on it, determined that he should either break it or force it to finally break him utterly, to grant him death, if nothing else.

And, when he wasn’t throwing himself at the wall inside his head, he planned. He couldn’t stop his body from carrying out minor tasks. Couldn’t stop it. But he could turn his thoughts elsewhere. He could turn all his focus onto exactly what he’d do, when he got control of himself back.

Skywalker had set him up as commanding officer. Cody built plans and refined them and waited.

And he managed, at least, to say “no,” when Skywalker made him hurt Obi-Wan, made him--

Cody remembered, in stunning detail, the very first time he’d wanted to kiss Obi-Wan. They’d been standing on the edge of a cliff on Trillol II, looking out across a sea that was, as far as he could see, endless. The wind rising off it had buffeted them both. Purple sea birds spun through the air above them.

There had been Separatist ships out on the water, far away but coming closer. The ships were the reason they were up on that bluff, but Cody had forgotten to care about them, for a moment, looking across at Obi-Wan, his hair tangling in the wind, the water close to the shore the exact color of his eyes, and--

And Cody had wanted to kiss him, then. Suddenly and achingly. He hadn’t. They needed to get back to the lines and - and it wouldn’t have been appropriate, anyway, to kiss his commanding officer. His General. But Obi-Wan had blinked, stopped in the middle of talking, and looked over at him, eyes getting wider, and--

Cody had assumed, really, that Obi-Wan knew exactly how he felt from the time they stood on that cliff. They hadn’t done anything about it. The middle of a war was hardly the place and their ranks stood between them, and--and they just hadn’t. But they’d both known.

And then Skywalker ordered him to - to beat Obi-Wan, to hold him down and rape him and-- Cody wished, more than anything, beating at the inside of his own head, trying to tear himself to pieces, if just to make the nightmare stop - that Obi-Wan would just - just give Skywalker what he wanted, spare himself--

Cody knew he wouldn’t. Even felt a swell of fierce pride that Obi-Wan wouldn’t allow Skywalker to win, but it was a sour, awful kind of resistance. Cody would never be able to unfeel the way Obi-Wan had struggled, the way he’d flinched and tried to get away, shaking all over, shocky. Never be able to unhear the crack in his voice, the way he’d tried to get Cody to stop, and Force, all Cody had wanted to do was stop, make it stop, never--

He used to dream about kissing Obi-Wan, out under a wide-open sky, slow and sweet. He used to imagine Obi-Wan smiling against his mouth, eyes crinkling in the corners with easy joy. He used to imagine what it might be like to do more than that, to press together skin to skin, to find out how their bodies might fit together, all imaginings, because Cody had never touched anyone that way, never wanted to touch anyone but Obi-Wan, and--

Cody was light-headed by the time it was over. That had been happening more and more often. The harder he fought, the worse he felt afterwards. His head hurt, terribly, and his vision swam. He tasted something strange, down the back of his throat. Salty. Too thin to be blood.

Skywalker told him to go get cleaned up and he could not resist the order, but he swayed sideways, in the hall, shoulder bumping into the wall, and for a moment, for just a moment, he managed to reach for his blaster.

He had it halfway to his head - because he’d never do that again, never again, never - before the thing in his head took over again.

It passed, the fleeting taste of control, but it made him redouble his efforts. It could be done. He could talk to Obi-Wan, at least a little. He could make himself move, if he just fought hard enough.

No one had ever accused Cody of not fighting hard enough.

Cody fought, desperately as Skywalker got Obi-Wan to kneel, got him to beg, and-- and Cody knew his General. He’d always known what it would take to break Obi-Wan. Known it would be his brothers on the floor, finding what peace they could in death.

They’d - they’d all hurt Obi-Wan. Sometimes directly. Betrayed him. Tried to kill him. Cody had thrashed inside his head on Utapau, as they tried to murder their General, and he hadn’t been strong enough to fight it.

None of them had. They’d been weak, when Obi-Wan needed them, weak over and over again, and--

And he still fell to his knees for them. Cody had watched him take abuse after abuse, every violation Skywalker could come up with. Watched him bounce back with a smirk and a sharp comment, indomitable.

Obi-Wan only begged for them. For their lives. After they’d failed him and hurt him and--and watched. After Cody had - had taken everything from him, violated him, ruined whatever they might have had, once, and it didn’t matter that Obi-Wan had said it wasn’t him, it--

Cody should have been stronger. Fought harder. He should have been able to stop himself from pulling the trigger, should have been able to turn the blaster on Skywalker, should have never left Obi-Wan in a position where he had to beg, where he had to let Skywalker fist fingers in his hair and abuse him again, making him choke, and--

Something salty ran down Cody’s throat. He could feel hot wetness in his ears, moving down the side of his neck.

They were supposed to look after each other. He was supposed to protect his General, his Obi-Wan, but--

But more of his brothers were pulling Obi-Wan out of the room, Obi-Wan calling out for him, concern in his voice, even still. And, somewhere in Cody’s head, something gave in a hot, dizzying rush.

Cody swayed on his feet and then went to one knee, panting, breath ragged and heart beating off-rhythm. He said, “Ah,” and the shock of hearing something he intended to come out of his mouth slipping free cut through the dizziness in his head like a vibroblade through butter.

Liquid flooded his mouth and he spat it out, because it tasted awful. He expected, vaguely, for it to be blood. It was clear. Mostly. Like saliva, tinged pink. There was blood, too, dripping down from his face. His thoughts were a tangled, confusing jumble. He couldn’t make them stay still.

His head hurt. His vision swam in front of him, the room getting blurry. He shook his head, trying to clear it, and nausea punched up through him. He retched, which only made his head hurt worse, and decided to accept the state of his vision, for the moment.

Something was, obviously, very wrong with him.

He barked a sharp laugh. The sound buzzed in his ears, oddly. Something had been very wrong with him for a long time. Maybe something was right with him, finally. He pushed to his feet, the world reeling around, and almost fell when he took a step.

He gritted his teeth, striking out for the door. He needed to get to Obi-Wan. But that might, he realized, require a trip to the medbay first. If he made it that far. His chest hurt, sudden and sharp, a deep, terrible kind of pain.

He ignored it, pushing past several of his brothers, who were still standing, stock still, expressions frozen, eyes red, blood under their noses and by their ears. “With me,” he ordered them, voice steady and his, grabbing Bones and dragging him into motion, forcing them all to move, taking another step and another.

Obi-Wan had begged, for them. For him. After everything.

Cody dragged in a breath and then another, forcing his brothers onward, his legs holding him up all the way to the medbay, where they tried to fall out from under him. Obi-Wan had begged. For him. Fought for him. After all he’d done. All his failures.

Cody wasn’t going to fail him again. Ever. He grabbed a droid, panting, and slurred, as it blustered in confusion, “Lord Vader. Wants. Me alive. And them.” They had orders to keep him alive, he knew. Skywalker wanted him there to keep hurting Obi-Wan. And they wouldn’t question his orders about the rest of his brothers.

Skywalker had, after all, left him with so many responsibilities.

Maybe, he thought, swaying, he could use that to his advantage. He was going to need every advantage he could get, to bring this entire place down on Skywalker’s head. All of the plans he’d nurtured over the past months were already screaming in his head, one after another.

And then the blackness came up and swallowed him.

Cody woke up staring at the ceiling in the medbay. For a jerking, awful moment he thought he couldn’t move, thought he was trapped in his own head again, and he lurched up. It was shocking to have his body respond to what he wanted it to do.

Chimes started, all around him. Medical sensors. He blinked, disoriented, looking down at the little wires coming off of his body, his head and chest. There was an I.V. in his arm. He shuddered, reaching for the sensors on his head and pulling them off of his skin, even as a droid hurried up.

“You are not recovered,” it said.

He dropped the sensors and stood, reveling in the ability to control his body, to make his legs take his weight, even if he still felt dizzy and unbalanced. He was… in the area of the medbay designated for trooper use. Two of his brothers lay in the beds beside him, similarly wired up. Cody frowned at them. They’d both been in the room when he’d broken the thing in his head. “I’m recovered enough,” he said, looking around for his blacks and his blaster.

He felt… very still, inside. Battlefield calm. He’d taken enemy strongholds before. And, this one, he had played a role in designing. His mouth twitched up in the corners. Skywalker, for whatever reason - to hurt Obi-Wan - had left Cody in charge of ever so much. He was going to pay for that mistake.

“2224,” the droid protested, as Cody took a moment to slide the I.V. free, putting pressure over the puncture. “You do not understand. You suffered a major malfunction, along with several other troopers. You must--”

“What kind of malfunction?” he asked, grabbing a pair of neatly folded blacks and pulling a shirt on. “How many others? These two?”

The droid made a little whirring sound. Cody wondered if it were surprised. Wondered if he’d need to destroy it, before it raised some kind of alarm. He was not, he recognized, acting in an approved manner.

The droid said, after a moment, apparently writing his change in behavior off as some organic nonsense, “A massive aneurysm in your frontal lobe. Six of you were affected.” Cody took that information in, yanking his pants up his legs. Six of his brothers. He’d bet all the credits in the galaxy they’d been in Vader’s little torture chamber. That they’d watched Obi-Wan beg for their lives. That it had… snapped something in them, too. “These two survived.”

Their General was going through hell. And he’d put himself through worse for them. He--

“Only these two?” he asked, and there was his armor, right where he’d known it would be, ready for him to step back into, to make himself a cog in the Empire’s awful machine once more. He was never going to wear it again, once he got Obi-Wan and his brothers out of here.

“Yes,” the droid said, “2224, you are not recovered,” it continued, as Cody buckled his armor into place.

“I’m ready to return to duty,” he said, a phrase he’d heard himself utter against his will, so many times over the last three years. Duty - Skywalker’s twisted idea of duty - had been all that mattered.

He’d never forgotten where his duty actually lay. And he finally - finally - had a chance to do all the things he’d wanted to do for the last three years. He snapped his chest piece into place and gripped his blaster, the grip cool and familiar against his palm, full of sweet promise and potential.

He knew, based on reports read while he’d been trapped in his head, that a blaster bolt was unlikely to kill Skywalker. Not while he was in that suit. It had all kinds of defenses and protections. People had shot him before, apparently. It hadn’t even slowed him down. He’d just carved them to pieces with a red lightsaber.

As much as Cody liked the thought, walking up to him, placing the barrel against his head, and pulling the trigger probably wouldn’t do anything. That was fine. Cody knew how to work around an enemy’s defenses. He’d had time to plan. He’d requisitioned an EMP device weeks ago, managing that much control. He was going to bring this entire base down on Skywalker. Make him pay for everything he’d done.

“Wake them up,” he told the droid, working on his vambraces, the movements close to automatic.

“I’m not sure they’re--”

“Wake them up,” Cody repeated, flat and hard, and the droid made an unhappy little noise, but complied. Cody knew his brothers. Knew they’d want to be awake for what was to come. It was a relief, he found, that Bones had been one of the ones to fight his way free. He shot the droid in its central processor, a moment later, unable to risk the security breach it represented.

He was in charge of reporting all lost materiels and investigating the reasons for their loss. One droid going missing would be very easy to explain.

And Cody was going to need a medic he trusted. He watched his brothers struggle their way awake, watched the horror and disgust roll over their expressions as memory settled and they regained control of their own faces.

Bones curled sideways, got his head over the side of the bed, and retched. Crys jerked to sitting, looked around, and gasped, “Kriffing--Commander? Is this--is this another dream?”

“No,” Cody said, flat and hard, nothing soft left in him. “You’re awake. We’re awake.”

Bone looked up, wiping his mouth, eyes wide and horrified. He asked, “What are we going to do?”

And Cody told them. Told them everything, watching their eyes get wider as determination settled across their features. He looked at Bones when he finished, and said, “Not all of us survived breaking free. And too many of us are still controlled.”

Bones nodded, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “You want full autopsies?” he asked, and Cody could see them falling into their jobs, the tasks in front of them. Grabbing onto something to focus on, the same as he was.

As long as there was something to do, a next step to take, he didn’t have to think about what he’d done. He didn’t have to remember Obi-Wan’s eyes, looking up at him, or the sound of his voice, begging, or--

Something in their brains was controlling them. Somehow. He didn’t know what it was, but he intended to find out. Victory could only be obtained once you knew your enemy, after all. “Start with the brain,” Cody said, gut cold and heart beating steadily. “I want a full report by the time I get back. Crys, you’re with me.”

Crys nodded, swinging off the bed and pulling on armor. It took only moments before they were moving out of the trooper’s area, into the medbay proper and Cody jerked to a halt, because--because Obi-Wan was floating in one of the base’s few bacta tanks. His hair floated in the fluid, longer than he’d ever liked it to be. There were healing wounds, all across his skin. And-- and his left arm ended, abruptly, above the elbow. Skywalker had, had started carving pieces off of him, and--

Cody took a halting step towards the tank, rasping out, “Force.”

“Sir,” Crys said, his voice cracking, and Cody swallowed the bile that rose up into his mouth. They’d laid in the medbay. They’d been so weak, he’d allowed Obi-Wan to be subjected to - to whatever Skywalker had done to him. “Sir, we’re really going to do this, aren’t we? Kill him? Get the General out of here?”

Cody hands curled into fists. He stared at Obi-Wan, floating in the bacta, and he could still hear, in his head, the way Obi-Wan had begged for their lives. His life. He turned away, shoulders a rigid line, and said, “Yes. We are.”

He had some time to implement his plan, evidently. He could not move, not with Obi-Wan floating in the bacta, recovering from injuries that hurt to even imagine. He needed to take stock. To find out how many of his brothers Skywalker had murdered while he’d been unconscious. To learn how Skywalker was making them dance to his whims, and to find a better way to free his brothers than waiting for them to give themselves an aneurysm.

And then he needed to get Obi-Wan out of this place, make him safe. And he needed, so badly he could almost taste it, to put Skywalker out of his misery. He’d die. One way or the other. For everything he’d done.

The Kaminoans had bred Cody for war. He planned to wage it.

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Hey I’m asking a couple of the writer asks at once if that’s okay. 4, 18, 32 and 37?

4) how many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? care to share one of them?

oh goodness you’re just really curious in what i’m working on, aren’t you?

hmmm, so i mean in terms of ideas i always have at least like 5 that would be so much fun to write - there’s a Qui-Gon/Shmi ficlet inspired by fae lore and a fantasy book i really like; there’s all these ideas for that post going around that’s like, “what if you stopped aging after 18 until you met your soulmate” but put that in the gffa (imagine! Cody desperately trying to hide from Obi-Wan that he’s aging when most of his bros aren’t! Rex being the only person that undertstands! Anakin and Padme never stopped aging because they met each other at such young ages); a rexsoka modern soulmates AU where you see in black and white until you meet your soulmate, but Ahsoka’s blind - this one would explore different ways that people could manipulate a blind person and would deal with some... light emotional/mental abuse, but it’s a super interesting idea. i have a few other ideas that i’m in varying stages of sorta-writing (Ahsoka saves rogue one is the name of a doc right now) as well, but if i listed everything this’d get way too long...

18) do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

not really, actually! i’d probably be better at actually stayign focused and finishing things if i made outlines, but my preferred way to write is to talk things through with a friend to give me solid plot ideas and then to just kinda... let the characters do their own thing

32) how do you feel about smut?

i am ace. i don’t terribly mind smut, and i’ll read it in a story if it’s emotional or if it checks a couple other boxes, but i’ve never written it and i doubt i will. i’m perfectly fine with just writing some UST, flirting, and fading to black.

37) talk about your current wips.

ohhh boy here goes. i’m just gonna go with what gdocs i have open right now, excluding the Hunger Games AU series and lullabies, as y’all already know about those

i’m gonna be here til i’m nothing (but bones in the ground): a fullmetal alchemist fic i’ve been commissioned to do by a close friend of mine, who requested for Hughes and Roy during the Ishvalan War of Extermination

for want of a battle (the kingdom was lost): this is my self-indulgent “what if Vader decided to defect during twilight of the apprentice” fic - so far featuring Rex punching Vader, some background rexsoka, Ezra being suspicious, Ahsoka being Ahsoka, and soon to feature Vader reforming and getting a new suit, the takedown of the Empire, and Vader meeting his children and old Obi-Wan

i just wanna keep calling your name (until you come back home): codywan post Order 66 reunion fic! set in a verse where some influential Jedi survived Order 66 and Obi-Wan’s in hiding on Alderaan watching over both the twins, this fic is a series of dreams that chipped Cody and Obi-Wan share through the Force. it’ll eventually lead to Obi-Wan figuring out where Cody is and rescuing him from the Empire

Hunter AU: this currently-nameless fic is based off of a post by @gallusrostromegalus about Coruscant’s lower levels, in which Ahsoka is part of a clan in the mid/low levels who hunts the slightly terrifying creatures who live down there and yknow is just chillin and surviving, and Rex and a small squad are sent down on an undercover mission to discover the source of something that’s been, through the Dark Side of the Force, augmenting negative emotions (fear and anger) and inciting wild riots and protests and things on the surface. @collegefangirl3791 and i have some Real Fun plans for this, including a journey all the way down to Coruscant’s byssal level, completely underground, which has glowworms and glowing crystals and acidic rivers and lots of fun, alien things (literal built up layers of pure sulfur crystals, for instance) that we’ve come up with. that’s one i’m very excited about.

a smol excerpt (note that Rex and the boys have all been disguised so they don’t look identical):

The green-eyed blond man points at the jar that the injured man is holding, says, “This. Couple bacta patches.”

That’s- so much. Ahsoka can’t help grinning, pleased with herself - Carda will definitely be happy with this, maybe enough that Ahsoka can get some extra rations, and there’s probably plenty of bacta to act as tribute for these people. “Okay. Cool. I can take you to see my boss, but you’ll have to wait until closer to the end of wake, I’ve got shit to sell.”

She gives them all a pointed look, then adds, “Oh, by the way, what’re your names? I’m Ahsoka.”

“I’m Rex,” the blond man who’s been talking says, and they go around the circle - the man with the scar on his face is Cody, Jesse has the facial tattoo, Echo is the injured one, and Fives is the redhead. They seem… nice enough, and they agree to wait for her, and so Ahsoka goes back to Teren and the table.

“I got us some bacta,” she singsongs, patting Teren’s shoulder. “Definitely gonna get the extra rations this week.”

“You left our table unattended for like- too long,” Teren says, grumpy. “So she’s not gonna give them to you.”

Ahsoka flicks Teren’s left lek, grinning when he grumbles and ducks away from her. “So you don’t count as attended, is that what you’re saying? Or did you wander off?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Well, it’s what you said.”

anyway, on to the last two!

qui-gon lives: fairly self explanatory. Qui-Gon survives on Naboo. shit happens. he and Shmi are definitely a thing i don’t make the rules.

can you see right through me: this one is one i’m very excited about as well - it’s kinda modern day, but also kinda not, because it’s a modern day where the Greek mythology is all real. so some technology still is a thing but other stuff isn’t, and some things are replaced by magic, etc. Ahsoka is Medusa, basically, and her Gorgon sibs are Barriss and Anakin, and Rex is a blind enchanter who happens to run into them once. things happen. it’s fun.

okay, i think that’s everything. yeesh, this is a long post, sorry about that!

#tcw #rexsoka #codywan #qui-gon/shmi #asked and answered

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