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frostbitebakery · 18 days

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LOUD.

a Jedi Shadow!Obi-Wan AU

Introspection fucking sucks, according to Commander Fox.

The thing about him is, he’s been made out to be a bastard and ever since their batch found their calling or whatever he’s embraced that role.

Every batch needed someone who didn’t secretly want to be cuddled, who pushed others away so he could keep track of the big picture.

Cody had competed for the role for a while. As did Wolffe.

For Cody, his heart, big and fragile once you got to know him, got in the way in the end. He sees the whole picture, craves it so he won’t go crazy from the losses. But he believes in people and their goodness.

Fox doesn’t.

Wolffe made the mistake of getting the galaxy’s best General. General Koon shits rainbows and glitter, from what Fox has been forced to listen to.

Fox has… the Chancellor.

He takes a swig of water and wishes it were something stronger. But Quin is on the other side of Fox’s desk, reading glasses ever so slowly slipping down his nose while he’s crunching and tracking the numbers to prove the Chancellor is, indeed, siphoning credits off the Republic to giftwrap them for the Seppies.

He takes another swig.

Wouldn’t surprise him if Palpatine turned out to be the villain of the whole story.

Brought Fox to drink with the kind attitude, the cruelty so expertly hidden from first glance, cushioned in false promises and support.

Hadn’t been pretty. But it had been easy. You go to the right places, people are only too willing to shell out for some drinks. Entertainment and morbid curiosity what brings a clone to their knees.

Some found the lisp he has because of the scar that ransacks through his lips and tongue endearing but most hadn’t bothered with wanting him talking.

Some wanted to inspect the changes in the Corrie armor up close and cozy.

If shit hadn’t already multiplied, Organa came flouncing into the Guard offices every two weeks with a new design like they were his little dress-up dolls.

The last design, the one that stayed, had a dummy connector installed in the backplate.

Fox hadn’t mentioned it. Had stewed over how the Guard, already isolated from the rest of the GAR, wasn’t even considered for the neural network that would make them more efficient, more deadly if activated. Treated like scum on a pedestal, overlooked and taken for granted.

Fox takes every advantage he can squeeze from that.

Every batch needs a willing loner who’s got the big picture in his head at all times and doesn’t care for the minutiae.

Fox had been comfortable in that role, really. He saw Thorn and Stone and Thire and the rest of them making friends and lovers and heartbreak, and that was the last fucking thing Fox wanted.

And then came Vos. Appearing from the shadows like a designer nightmare.

For such a short time they’ve sure gone through a lot together.

To the point Vos became Quinlan became Quin became Vos again became someone Fox clung to while fighting fucking addiction and the realization that he is stupid enough to become addicted.

No matter what Quin had said, Fox was supposed to be the pinnacle of cloning and artificially creating the perfect soldier. Addiction is a weakness and fault.

Fox almost did something extremely stupid over that one.

Turns out it’s all part of the sentient experience.

Fucking sucks.

Quin had laughed at that, ugly and bruised laughter, continuing to comb his fingers over Fox’s head. “Tell me about it.”

An eloquent way to say Quin was going through withdrawal himself.

They got outside help after that.

“Hey, Depa,” Quin murmurs absently after answering his comm, pushes his glasses up.

“Quinlan, is your line still secure?”

“‘Course. Especially after Fox got his grubby little hands all over it.”

Fox shows him the middle finger of one of his grubby little hands.

“Good,” General Billaba clips out. Quin straightens up, and maybe Fox’s attention isn’t misplaced here. “Good. Commander Cody was activated by the Sith Lord and he’s bringing Obi-Wan to Coruscant.”

Activated.

Quin is silent. Blinks up at the ceiling. “Can you run that by me again?”

“Quinlan, we have reason to be believe the Chancellor is the Sith Lord.”

Hah. Fox got that one right on his bingo card, at least.

Cody got activated.

As they’ve learned, the neural network - battlefield mediation, in fancy Kamino speak - is activated by a designated Force using GAR personnel. Surprisingly, the status is even an optional display on the screens of every trooper’s vambrace. Or not so surprisingly.

Cody got activated by the Chancellor. Who is the Sith Lord the Order has been hunting.

Fox will deal with that later or never, whatever comes first.

He’s comming the Guard all across the planet, checking the weapons on his person, while General Billaba explains the situation. He appreciates her succinct manner, he’s gotta say.

“I’m on the way to detain Anakin. Mace is following the ship Commander Cody captured but we need someone to intercept them on Coruscant before he reaches Palpatine.” She halts for a brief moment. “Obi-Wan seems to believe the Commander has betrayed him when he knows about the neural link inside the clones. We are fearing the Darkness is deliberately attacking and clouding his senses.”

“I’m on my way,” Quin nods, adds with a calculating glance at Fox, “I’m not sure I have back-up.”

“Funny thing about the Alderaan design of the guard armor,” Fox comments, checking the plasma charge on his DC, and vows to give Senator fucking Organa a sliced fruit platter, “the Guard doesn’t have the connector to the neural link.”

He comms their resident medic next and orders every gundark-level tranquilizer delivered to him.

Cody got activated and is following the orders of a Sith Lord.

Stars help them.

#loud au #commander fox #quinlan vos #foxquin #tw addiction #my wips

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keldabekush · 5 months

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do you have any favorite fic recs that are fox/coruscant guard centered? there are a couple i've found that are really good but a lot of the fox tag is him in a more minor role with the focus on like cody or rex or jedi etc

Yeah i have a few! Here are some that i keep rereading - I'm putting them under the cut!

Politicians In My Eyes by jaigeye

Fox looks down at his armor, awash with blood. There are no identifying marks on him anymore. He's as red as Coruscant

CHTHONIC by catboydogma

Not even two days later, Fox revised his opinion. This wasn’t a disaster. This was a Grade-A, first order, fresh off the hot plate fuckfest. Fox’s day had gone something like this: lay in bed. Get up. Knock back some of the sludge in the mess masquerading as caf. Go through forms. Fill out forms. Bust open a closet in which the Senators for Uyter and Kinyen had both managed to get “stuck” in. Go through more forms. Fill out more forms. Get called up to the Senate dome to tell a Senator that no, the Guard did not address noise complaints. Find that the stack of datapads on his desk had somehow tripled over the last two hours. Despair at the state of his inbox. Etcetera, etcetera. And then.

dead dog (bye-bye baby blue) by batchmates

The way it happens is simple: at some point during your service in the Guard, you’ll lose time. The thing wiping the Guards’ memories gets sloppy and Fox remembers the order not to let Fives leave the surface alive. It changes everything and nothing at all.

Life During Wartime by chermit

Commander Fox has a lot on his plate: managing his Corries, filling out piles of forms, dealing with obnoxious Senators, and not thinking about the way he keeps waking up covered in other people's blood. All that considered, he really doesn't have time to deal with being investigated by the Captain of the 501st and the Head of the Jedi Order for two separate murders he (probably) didn't (want to) commit. But Fox is a soldier, and good soldiers follow orders, so when does he ever get what he wants?

Commander Fox's Guide to Touring Coruscant by kakashikrazy256

The painkiller he had been giving just half an hour prior is still working fine, leaving him relatively...alright. Nothing hurts particularly bad, but there’s a fuzziness layered over everything, making it hard to think too hard on anything beyond the first thoughts running through his head. Go inside. Find the rest. Sit down. Drink. Don’t say anything stupid. Don’t get caught. And...and just be there to properly enjoy the company of his brothers. Don’t forget these memories. / Fox gets injured but decides to keep it secret for the sake of his batchmates. For the prompt 'is that a bloodstain?!'

their days are darker by always_a_slut_for_hc

After the death of ARC Trooper Fives, an altercation at 79's leads Wolffe to spend his leave snooping around the Coruscant Guard. Fox assumes he'll drop it and leave the Corries to their fate; it's what everyone else has done. He is very, very wrong.

The Last Reason by meerlicht

Cody has a scar now, and it’s the only thing that differentiates him from Fox appearance-wise. For one, they both have the same circles under their eyes. Fox assumes that’s what comes with being a Commander. Their hands are the same, too, damaged and bruised at all times. But the biggest difference Fox sees when he looks at Cody isn’t the scar. It’s the rage. Cody doesn’t wear that same rage. Fox’s hands ache with the need to punch something. Or: Fox dealing with Senators, little brothers, the terrifying ordeal of asking for help and a menace called Quinlan Vos.

#ask #answer #fic rec #commander fox

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multi-fan-dom-madness · 6 months

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Hi! *Waves like a weird-o*

You probably already know this, but I absolutely love your writing and you truly are so talented. Please never stop!! Even if you just write for yourself!!!

So I do have a mini request if you don't mind of course. Post-sex cramps? For female reader? Clone of your choice of course and any way you wanna write it; NSFW or NFW.

No rush of course!! Thank you!! ❤️

- Hales

And here is cat + kitten(s) for your troubles. And puppies if you like those better. And a snake if you like those too.

hiiii friend! *waves back like a weirdo* first of all, thank you so much?? for the kind words?? omg. I appreciate you so much—and the pictures of the baybiessssss! I love all of them, please give them snoot boops for me (if they're yours ofc). anyways, I hope this is somewhat in line with what you envisioned! I opted for the fluff/SFW route because I need that tonight lol enjoy! <3

Comforting Touches

Summary: Some HCs and blurbs about how the commander batch comforts you through some post-sex cramping.

Warnings: no actual sex described but still mature content so 18+, minors get outta here; f!reader, fluff, i guess hurt/comfort?, big strong stoic men being soft and loving

Word Count: 1.1k

dividers by @saradika and @dystopicjumpsuit

Cody

Like with many other things in his life, Cody is nothing if not thorough. Meticulous in the way that he picks you apart and puts you back together, painstaking in the image of self-confidence and dominance that he exudes when he’s intimate with you.

And just as attentive to your needs after he makes you finish several times. If you wince in pain from the cramps beginning to twist your insides, despite the many orgasms he’d given you, he’s all over that.

Tilts your head to the sides to check your vitals, gets you meds, and frowns when you try to shoo him off. “You’re not goin’ anywhere until you’re good, cyar’ika.”

More than anything, you’re just grateful to still be sitting on the edge of his bunk. Between the shakiness in your legs from the strain of having him buried inside you just a few minutes ago, and the pain tugging at your body, you have no energy to stand right now. Cody sighs, a furrow deepening between his brows; you can’t resist the impulse to smooth his skin with your thumb. You trace the outline of his scar when his expression doesn’t relax.

“Did I cause this?” he asks. Despite the way he tries to hide it, you can hear the concern underlying his words.

Sighing, you shrug with one shoulder. “Kinda. But it’s okay,” you hurry to assure him. “It’s, um, most often caused by...intense orgasm. Or just intense sex. Happens now and then.”

He blinks at you, your words clearly taking a moment to compute. Almost unbidden, a small groan escapes him. “O-Oh.”

“Mhm.” You clench your teeth as another wave of cramps knifes through you. “Worth it.”

He cups your face in one hand, the other resting on your bare thigh, kneading your soft flesh. “Good. Because I can’t promise I won’t be able to keep myself from making you cum like that again.”

His words are a promise, and you know Cody never breaks promises.

Wolffe

Listen I know we all think Wolffe is this hard-ass, mean dom (and he is) but he’s also very caring. Hard shell, gooey insides.

The minute you show signs of being in any kind of discomfort he’s right there, cradling you to his chest, smoothing his warm palms over your thighs, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple.

“Where’s it hurt, mesh’la?”

You curl in on yourself within Wolffe’s embrace, your body trying to wrap itself around the dull pain blossoming in your center. Though pleasure lingers in your limbs, this unfortunate side-effect of sex occasionally makes an appearance, particularly after a good romp with Wolffe. Normally it’s not so bad, but right now, you just want to squeeze into a ball and sleep until the cramping fades.

“M’sorry if I hurt you,” Wolffe rumbles in your ear, his voice soft and quiet. “I know I can be rough.”

“S’not that,” you say with a small smile. “Just...does this when it’s really good.”

“That seems counterintuitive.”

You bark a short laugh. “Tell that to whoever designed the female human body.”

Wolffe tucks your head under his chin and presses a large, warm hand over your tummy to act as an impromptu heating pad until the cramps dissipate, his lips pressing chaste, close-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulders to help distract you. You hum in contentment, drawing lazy circles on his bare hip, relishing how his muscles flex under your touch.

Fox

If the cramps take a bit to set in, and you’re both already re-dressed and ready to go about your days, Fox will still immediately put his very busy schedule on hold to make sure you’re okay.

Gives you pain meds, extra water, and kisses you sweetly. “Why don’t you lay on the couch here for a bit until you feel better, sarad?”

If/when you protest, he simply gives you his best deadpan look—which is quite good, considering he’s perfected it through use on his men—and crosses his arms, cocking his hip.

You roll your eyes good-naturedly, the slight smile tugging at your lips vanishing into a twisted grimace at the next wave of cramping. Fox sighs and ushers you to the old, ratty couch he’d acquired for his office. He guides you to sitting down at the least, and nods in approval when you draw your legs up to your chest and hug your knees to put pressure on your center where the cramps are the worst.

When he goes to turn away, you reach out to snag his hand, threading your fingers through his. “Fox?”

“Hm?” He looks down at you, graying curls sweeping over his forehead.

“Sit with me?”

“Of course.” He graces you with a soft smile, retreats for just a moment to retrieve his datapad, and settles into the couch next to you. He rests one arm along the back of the couch; you snuggle into his warmth, grateful that he hasn’t yet put on the top half of his armor, and let your eyes drift shut, listening to the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of his fingers over his datapad while he works. You’d be able to fall asleep there, in post-orgasmic near-bliss.

Rex

Rex realizes that something is amiss the moment that you don’t roll over to cuddle him after he returns from getting you a warm rag to clean off with.

When you simply groan your answer, the post-sex cramps clenching your insides a little more intensely than you’re used to, he’s instantly in Protective Partner Mode.

“I’ve got you, cyare.”

With strong, steady hands, Rex gently repositions you on the bed so that you’re lying on your front, before settling his knees to either side of your thighs. His thumbs, calloused and rough, rub slow, comforting circles along your spine, from your butt to your neck and back. Though he knows by now that he can’t do much in the way of helping your cramps aside from offering pain meds (which he retrieves as soon as he realizes what’s going on), he can offer you relaxation of other sorts.

His practiced hands work away all the knots and kinks in your back, urging your entire body into a state of bliss beyond the post-orgasm glow.

“How’s this, cyare?” he asks, voice quiet, contemplative.

“Feels s’good,” you mumble, face smushed into the sheets. “Thank you, Rex.”

“Always.” He leans over you to press a kiss to the side of your head. “I’d say that I’d stop doing whatever causes these cramps, but—”

“Don’t you dare,” you interrupt, playfully glaring out of the corner of your eyes. “You know damn well the orgasms you give are worth this discomfort.”

He preens just a little at that, and if he happens to give your butt a squeeze or two while resuming his massage, well, that’s his deal.

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foxigemini · 8 months

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A Little Bit of Fun (Captain Rex x Female Reader x Commander Cody Smut)

Summary: You work at a brothel/strip club for clones. Wolffe has convinced a curious Cody and a reluctant Rex to come along with him to this establishment. Once there, Rex and Cody can't resist your beauty.

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Threesome, Oral Sex, Fingering, Unprotected Sex.

"Can't believe Wolffe convinced me to come along to this place," Rex muttered and crossed his arms as he leaned back against the chair.

"You can't tell me you haven't been a little bit curious about this establishment?" Cody said with a teasing smile as he took a mouthful of his beer.

"No. I haven't," Rex replied and glared at the commander.

Cody raised one of his eyebrows and sat his glass down on the table. "C'mon, Captain. Are you really telling me that you've never jerked off while fantasizing about fucking a woman?"

"Of course not!" Rex's face went bright red. "I am a soldier. I do not lower myself to such simple desires."

Cody laughed. "Yeah, right. Keep telling yourself that."

Rex huffed and ignored his brother as he scanned the room. "Where is Wolffe anyway?"

Cody nodded at something behind Rex and smiled. "Looks like he's already found his enjoyment for the evening."

Rex turned his head around and saw his other brother walking down a corridor with his arms around two women, his delightful laugh booming through the room.

Rex shook his head and looked back at Cody, ready to say something, when the music volume suddenly increased, drawing every clone's attention to the scene where Rex and Cody sat. Rex turned to the stage, his eyes widening as a woman walked out from the shadows wearing nothing but the thin fabric of clothes covering her sex and breasts.

The spotlights licked your swaying curves as you grabbed the pole in the middle and started dancing. Closing your eyes, you felt the music in every fiber of your body, letting it control your every muscle. Most workers here hated their job, found it degrading, but you loved it. Nothing was more thrilling than having the attention of all the men in the room, feeling their desire for you. Some might call you weird for it, but who cared what others thought?

You smiled at the two clones sitting nearest you as you wrapped your legs around the pole and bent backward, arching your back and pushing your breasts out. Well, well, these two were new here.

Cody swallowed hard as he watched you grind your sex against the pole, and his dick was painfully hard against his trousers. You reached back and untied the clothing covering your breasts and let it fall to the floor. Cody's breath hitched in his throat when he saw your tits, the first ones he'd ever seen in his life. Kriff, you were perfect. So soft and plump and tempting...

Rex couldn't tear his eyes away from your breasts bouncing as you danced in front of him and Cody, couldn't control his body's reaction as he felt himself become hard. Kriff...He blinked his eyes, tried to concentrate on anything but your tempting body, but it proved to be utterly hopeless. Your body moved around the pole with agility and enticing rolls of your hips until the song ended and you bowed to the cheering crowd before leaving the stage.

"Wow...kriff...she was...," Cody gulped and shifted in his chair, trying to ease his predicament.

Rex didn't say anything, only glared at his brother when he felt a hand on his shoulder and saw Cody's widened eyes.

"Well, hello, boys. You two are new here."

Rex turned his head around and met your smiling face. He clenched his jaw and glared at you, trying to ignore your hand sliding down his chest.

"How would you know? We all look the same."

You smiled and giggled softly. "Of course you don't. You all have distinctive features that separate you from each other. Like your scar," you said as you walked over to the other clone and ran your fingers across the scar on his face, smiling when he took a sharp breath. "What's your name, trooper?"

"C-Cody," Cody stuttered and fluttered his eyes as your hand ran across his shoulder.

"And your friend?"

"R-Rex. His name is Rex."

"Well, hello Cody and Rex. My name is y/n. Are you guys only here to watch? Or are you here to have some fun?"

"Uhhh...," Cody gulped when you suddenly sat down on his lap and rolled your ass against his crotch. "Oh, kriff..." he cursed under his breath and stared at your ass, his hands shaking mere inches away from your hips he didn't dare to touch.

You giggled. "Looks like you want to have some fun, trooper." You stood up and took his hand as Cody stood up on shaky knees. "And what about your friend? Isn't he coming too?"

Cody's eyes widened. "Y-You want us both??"

You smirked. "The more, the merrier. I'm not doing this without him," you said and winked down at the sterner clone still sitting down with his arms crossed and glaring up at you.

"Oh, kriff, c'mon Rex, please," Cody begged his brother. "You have to do this. You can't tell me you're at least a little bit curious."

"Wait. Are you telling me you're both virgins?" you asked, earning a blush from Cody. You giggled with joy. "Oh, this is gonna be so much fun."

Rex didn't know why he followed Cody and you through the corridor and into a private room. Maybe it was curiosity? A longing for something more? Something else? Once this war was over, he would be redundant. What would he do then? He had been thinking about Cut ever since he left their planet. About what it would be to have a family, children. Perhaps, there was more to this world than being a soldier.

Once inside the room, you gently pushed Rex and Cody down to sit on the couch. They looked up at you with big, wonderous eyes and you smiled down at them as you settled yourself between them, placing each of your legs across their thighs, spreading your legs for them.

"C'mon, boys. Don't be afraid. Touch me. You can do anything you want with me," you purred seductively as you ran your finger down Cody's jaw. Cody stared back at you and you could feel him holding his breath as his shaky hand came closer and closer to your inner thigh. The other one, Rex, had shifted from grumpy to curious as his fingers ran up along the sensitive skin on your inner thighs. He definitely was the more bold but silent one. Cody's fingers were finally grazing your skin now, his breath jagged as he inched closer and closer to your clothed sex. You closed your eyes and let out a soft moan from their touch and in that moment, something changed. You could feel it in the air. Opening your eyes, you met Cody's brown ones and something was different in them. Turning to Rex, you saw the same spark in them. A lust and dominance to take and claim what was theirs. They pulled down the clothing covering your breasts, exposing your nipples to their hungry gaze. They leaned and took each nipple into their mouth, flicking the tip of their tongues across the hard, sensitive bud.

"Oh, maker," you moaned and grabbed their heads. You looked down, meeting their gazes as they sucked on your breasts. They let go and hooked their fingers underneath the hem of your panties, giving you a silent command to lift your hips. You obeyed, let them pull down your underwear and toss them away. Cody and Rex stared at your pussy as you once again wrapped your legs around their thighs, their breaths labored as they reached down and explored you with their fingers.

"Kriff, you're so wet," Cody mumbled as he pushed his finger in and out of you. Rex didn't say anything as he found your clit, only groaned at the reaction he got from you when he touched it. He rubbed it again and you moaned, bucked your hips against his fingers.

"Kriff, do that again, Rex," Cody muttered and added another finger inside you. Rex started rubbing circles onto your clit at the same time as Cody fucked you with his fingers.

"Oh, yes, just like that," you gasped, feeling your orgasm building. "Faster, please..."

The clones obliged and you came swift and hard, wetting down their hands.

Cody and Rex stared down at your flushed face and heaving chest.

"Kriff, I can't wait anymore," Cody rasped and stood up as he started undressing. Rex followed his lead and you watched them with anticipation, knowing exactly how well-endowed they were. You bit your lip as they stood naked before you, their cocks hard and bouncing. Leaning back against the couch, you spread your legs for them with a smirk on your lips.

Cody quickly placed himself between your legs, hand wrapped around his cock as he aligned the head with your pussy and pushed inside.

"Kriff...," Cody moaned and bit his lip at the blissful, tight feeling of your pussy wrapped around him like a glove. He started thrusting slowly, watching mesmerized as he slid in and out between your pussy lips.

"Fuck, that's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Cody breathed and looked up at your face, his brown eyes connecting with your half-lidded ones. You smiled at him, then looked over at Rex who climbed up on the couch and aligned his cock with your lips. Smiling up at him, you stuck out your tongue and teasingly flicked it across the spongy head of his cock. Rex clenched his jaw and grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back. You gasped and stared up at him with wide, lustful eyes. Rex took the opportunity to push his dick into your mouth. You gagged and Cody let out a gasp as your pussy clenched down around him.

"Kriff, do that again, Rex. Keep fucking her mouth, she likes it."

The clones smirked at each other and started thrusting simultaneously, Rex's cock deep down your throat and Cody's hitting that sweet spot deep inside your pussy with each buck of his hips. Their moans and groans filled the room, along with the filthy noise of your gags and the wet sound of your pussy. It didn't take long for them to come, bringing you with them over the edge as they filled your mouth and pussy with cum.

"Well, this was fun. We have to do it again sometime," you said with a cheeky smile as Rex and Cody got dressed. They didn't say anything, only flickered their eyes as they avoided looking at each other.

You giggled softly at them as you sat up and crossed your legs. "Are you suddenly being shy now? You weren't so shy moments ago when you were both fucking me."

"Umm...yeah, well...," Cody rubbed the back of his neck and glanced over at Rex, who glared at Cody and pointed his finger at him.

"We do not talk about this. Ever."

You chuckled delightfully as you watched them leave, certain they would return.

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vytels · 7 months

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I had a dream last night that the Star Wars: The Clone Wars didn’t exist, like the show just never happened??

Instead a family of brothers and cousins that look alike decided to perform on America’s Got Talent and create a story for the clone army, like through a mixture of dance, visual effects, and story telling. And they just basically retold the Clone Wars series through it? With some changes— like Dogma still killed Krell, but he sticks around and is treated like a hero, and Tup doesn’t shoot a Jedi but instead gets mind controlled by Krell?? So they send him to Kamino to see if that caused damage to him and Fives goes with, thus discovering the chips?

And the Coruscant Guard are like “there is nothing wrong with the Coruscant Guard” whenever they’re around and like Fox goes off stage, with Palpatines voice over saying “CC-1010, execute order…” and then the next scene he kills Fives

Also like Cody and Rex met on Geonosis, Cody paints the Jaig Eyes on his helmet and then shows him his two new troopers, aka Echo and Fives- who immediately get to pranking and Rex ends up flying across a stage on a wire at some point, I don’t remember??? I think

But like again… this is told through DANCE! So when they’re running, they’re like doing twirls and leaps… when they’re dodging bullets, they do the splits, and like it’s so poetic??

Not to mention, Wolffe is the only one who takes off his helmet when they’re performing?? Purely to say, “Look at my badass scar, I’m in charge here, you fucks” and then is the one that leads them to the citadel…

Idk what I was on last night but I wanna go back to it because it was just a master piece to witness. What a great dream.

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years

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The Guard’s General

Commander Wolffe/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 23 of 31

Words: 1,313

Summary: When you stop by 79′s looking for Fox, Wolffe can’t help but feel enamored by his brother’s new general.

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You scanned the room to look for the telltale red helmet of your commander, but it was difficult when the bar was full of identical soldiers in terrible lighting. You thought that the recognizable armor of the Coruscant Guard would be somewhat of a help when trying to locate him, but so far you weren’t having any luck. Sighing, you approached the bar, intent on asking the bartender if they had seen him.

You didn’t want to bother Fox on one of his few nights off, but the system that the Guard used to keep track of all its data was currently malfunctioning, and you needed to ask about one of the arrests made earlier today so you could fix the entry. If it were up to you, you would just wait until he returned to duty the following afternoon, but the arrest itself was rather high profile, and you didn’t want it to sit too long without being corrected.

Before you got a chance to flag the bartender down to ask, you heard someone shout your name from across the room, and you turned to see a table full of soldiers in blue armor waving in your direction. Shaking your head with a smile, you decided to indulge the 501st and make your way over to them.

“General!” Fives said brightly as you approached, already slightly tipsy (if the slur in his words and the amount of empty beer bottles on the table were any indication). Kix, Jesse, Hardcase, and Tup were all sitting at the table as well, and they smiled at you in greeting. “Come to have a good time?”

“I wish,” you said. “But I’m actually here looking for Commander Fox, have any of you seen him?”

“Why should we know?” Jesse asked, hiccuping between the first and second word. “He’s your commander.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Just because I’m now in charge of the Coruscant Guard doesn’t mean I have tracking chips on my men, you know.” To anyone else who might be listening in, your words would have sounded mean, but you’ve worked with the 501st enough times before this to have a comfortable relationship with them. Your reassignment was still barely six months old, when the Jedi Council decided that adding a General to the Guard would help boost their effectiveness and offered the position to you. You had been an auxiliary general at the time, jumping from battalion to battalion and helping out however you could, which was where you had met the men sitting at the table in front of you.

“I think he might be sitting with Rex and Cody,” Kix offered. “There’s a table in the corner that pretty much everyone leaves open for the commanding officers, and Rex sometimes sits there when we manage to drag him out.”

“I think that’s probably my best bet,” you said, listening as Kix and Jesse pointed in the direction of the table, and you could see some of Cody’s orange plastoid from where you were standing.

Waving goodbye to the men of the 501st, you headed over to the table tucked away in the corner of the bar. There were three men sitting at it, Cody, Rex, and another clone in gray armor that you didn’t recognize. He had a scar on his face and a cybernetic eye, and despite the scowl he wore, you couldn’t help but stare for a moment. It wasn’t because of his injury, but rather the way he held himself. You couldn’t lie, it was attractive, and so was he.

“General!” Cody greeted you, pulling you from your (definitely not Jedi-like) thoughts. “What brings you here tonight?”

“I’m looking for Fox,” you responded. “I need to ask him something about an arrest he made today, and the 501st suggested that I check this table.”

“He popped out to the ‘fresher,” Cody said. “But he should be back any second if you want to wait here for him.”

“My men weren’t giving you any trouble, were they?” Rex asked. “I told them all to behave tonight.”

“Other than Fives and Jesse being a little drunker than they probably should be, everything is fine,” you reassured him. “Though I get the sense they’re still annoyed at me for taking the reassignment.”

“They definitely are,” he said as he shook his head. “I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them get themselves arrested just for a chance to see you.”

You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled from your mouth at his comment. “You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was,” he deadpanned. “Hopefully the fact that you said hello to them tonight keeps them out of trouble, because I’d prefer not to be woken up by a call asking me to come get them from your holding cell.”

Both you and Cody laughed at his words, as Rex just took another sip of his drink. The other clone at the table opened his mouth to speak, but Fox came walking back to the table at the same moment, and he stopped when he saw you standing in front of him. “General?” he asked. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Yes, actually,” you said, beckoning for him to follow you. “The system is malfunctioning again and I need to ask you about one of your arrests today.”

***

As you and Fox walked outside to talk about whatever you needed to, Wolffe turned back to Cody and Rex. “Alright, I must be missing something. Who’s that and why do you all know her?”

There was a part of him that really wanted to get to know you, but he kept his feelings to himself. Cody gave your name, mentioning that you were about the same age as General Skywalker and having been trained by Master Shaak Ti.

“She originally worked as an Auxiliary General, helping out any battalion or squad that needed it. It doesn’t take a genius to tell that my men are all enamored with her,” Rex said. “We’d worked with her a few times before, until she was assigned to the Coruscant Guard a few months ago.”

“Fox didn’t say anything to you about finally getting a Jedi?” Cody asked.

“No,” Wolffe shook his head. He had spoken to his batch-mate several times since your reassignment, and Fox had simply never mentioned anything being different among the Guard, which apparently was completely false. “No, apparently he felt the need to hide his pretty new general from me.” The words slipped out before he could really register them, and Cody’s face instantly changed.

“Do I sense a little jealousy there?” he asked, and Wolffe just fixed him with a glare as he took another sip of his drink. “What? I saw the way you were looking at her.”

“I don’t even know her.”

Rex decided to jump into the conversation too, much to Wolffe’s dismay. “But you want to.”

But before he could respond to Rex’s accusation, Fox came walking back over to the table and sat down. “Where’s the general?” Cody asked. “She didn’t want to stay for a drink?”

Fox just shook his head. “She had important things to do back at headquarters.”

“Shame she couldn’t stay for longer,” Cody said. “Because Wolffe here likes her.”

“I do not!”

Fox just laughed at his brother’s denial, but he could tell he was lying. And from the way that you had asked him about the commander in the gray armor when you were outside with him, it made him think that the attraction wasn’t just one sided. “How about next time we all go out for drinks, I’ll invite the General, okay?”

Both Rex and Cody nodded eagerly, and even though Wolffe didn’t respond, Fox knew that he wouldn’t have any problem with it. Maybe he would even try to get them to sit next to each other.

- the end -

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robotsandramblings · 1 year

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would it be too much to ask to get the stories behind Cody’s scar and Wrecker’s scar pretty pleeeease

#commander cody #wrecker #the bad batch #star wars #like at LEAST wolffe's got an explanation in a comic......#and wrecker's we can pretty well guess it was an explosion but under what circumstances?#was he trying to set one off? was he trying to disarm one? what happenedddd #and cody's is a COMPLETE mystery which of course makes me all the more curious #apparently not even george lucas who GAVE him the scar originally in ROTS decided on a backstory?????#well then fuck u george we'll make up OUR OWN

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forcesavetheclones · 19 days

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okay I have to tell you something.

so as we know our current state is rather horrific. there is one episode left, there's like shit ton of BARELY OPENED threads, Cody's still missing, like I told you I think there are plans for Scorch, Wolffe - generally, zillo beast and many other things.

but what I'm trying to get to is that in my opinion CROSSHAIR STILL HAS HIS CHIP.

yes I know he said in s1 he had it removed, but don't you think he's too big of a character not to show us the actual removing, or at least actually connect it with something, for example his scar? which I still think wouldn't have much sense becouse the scar is from a burn, and burns are superficial, so no way it could affect his skull, let alone brain. beside that we're missing the fact that he had no knowing that he had a chip, the batch is informed that they have them in the second episode, reminding - Hunter was confused, so I assume they rather thought it was their entire being that was controlled becouse as clones they are genetically altered. Crosshair also says to Wrecker that lying was never his strong side, so if Crosshair can always tell when Wrecker is lying, we can assume he's a good liar (becouse he understands the psychology and the body language of lying). so he probably lied, not knowing what chip is, trying to defend himself and indicate dominance over Hunter to shut him up.

there is a few scenes where we can see Crosshair experiencing headachec, and also through what do you think did the empire created the X assassin clones if they already had a very useful tool for that?

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frostbitebakery · 11 months

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A vacation, Ponds muses. That would be excellent right about now.

“So you tried to pull a piece of metal out of your head yourself, flailing like an overturned turtle because your brain’s mobility center was literally shot, instead of letting Barber handle it,” he summarizes.

“The shrapnel was hindering my view,” Cody states, crosses his arms. “I like my view unobstructed.”

Ponds rolls his eyes. Why does he even try. “While flailing like an hour old tooka kit.” He makes a thoughtful sound. “Did someone get video feed of that?”

“You,” Cody growls, “are so mean.”

“A devastating retort,” Ponds says slowly. “You sure they got out all the metal?”

Pursed lips and a shrug. “Barber scanned me after putting me together again. Says all is where it should be and nothing more.”

“See that it stays that way.”

Cody’s face lights up like it only does around their batch. “Pondsie, you sentimental asshole, knew you cared.”

Ponds leans back, looking his brother up and down on the holo. “‘Course I care, tubie. Judging your life choices is more fun when you’re alive for the roasting.”

Cody flips him off. “Keep your head on.”

There was no change to the changes ravaging through his body. The bones lying dormant under his knitted back together skull, the blistering, frozen, exploded off, whole skin. The desperate first panting after breath just to have vacuum greeting his lungs.

Dying is kind of horrible.

The white hair falls in clumps into the sink. All white. Not a single black hair left in the aftermath.

The hair clippers are put aside and he runs a hand over his now smooth head, forces himself through the hesitation, the fear of his fingertips snagging on bone splinters and brain matter. Of his fingertips snagging on emptiness because half his brain got blown out and sucked into space.

It had been the only way— Boba needed—

We die in silence, when there’s nothing, he thinks and looks up into the mirror.

There’s a scar where new meets old. Another one. Same as when their limbs get re-attached quick enough. Puzzled together like a child’s toy.

Ponds grips the edges of the sink, grins the slash in his mouth, smiles encouragement and feels the relief break on the shores of his chest that his eyes still manage to look warm.

“I am the sum of my parts,” he mutters to his reflection, wonders if he is still whole in some sort of definition.

Commander Cody

Commander Wolffe

Commander Fox

Commander Bly

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seven-oomen · 7 months

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Fox… well. Fox looks like he fought twenty drunk loth cats and hasn’t slept in a few months. Judging by the little twitches that go through his body from time to time, his blood shot eyes, and the patches of gray hair at his temples. There’s cuts and scrapes all over his red painted armor and a few new small scars on his cheek and across his nose.

“You look like bantha shit.” It’s out of his mouth before he can stop himself. But it’s true. Fox looks like bantha shit and in desperate need of a long nap.

“When’s the last time you slept, Ori’vod?” Wolffe’s brows are knitted together in worry and his usual jovial demeanor around them has disappeared.

“What day is it?” Fox asks.

“Zhellday. Why?” Rex says.

“I’ve haven’t slept since last Benduday.”

That… actually explains a lot. “Fox…”

“Look. You wouldn’t sleep either with both the chancellor constantly looking down at everything you do. Even though he’s the heap of bantha dung that screws up every single piece of paperwork we give him!” Fox’s arms flail around while he spews and vents, and he has to take a step or two back in order to not get walloped on accident.

“Then we have to keep an eye on kriffing Prime all the time. Who’s not exactly a model prisoner if you can believe it. Not to mention…! Most of the people on Coruscant are kriffing drunk idiots, bounty hunters, or shit faced politicians! So tell me, Cody. When do I have the time to sleep?!

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dangraccoon · 3 months

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Can I pleeeeease request a thing about how you think Cody got his scar?

Glory

Request for @techs-goggles9902 Love you, Sha! 💛

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Warnings: child abuse (children getting beaten up by a corrupt instructor (they're around 15-16 biologically in this)), blood, knives. This is kind of a dead dove do not eat situation.

Mando'a Guide: shebs - butt par ner vode - for my brothers verd'ika - private, or "little soldier" affectionately vor entye - thank you (literally "I��accept a debt") alor - leader

“C’mon, Foxy! Kick his shebs!” Bly shouted from the bench.

“Bly,” Cody hissed. “You need to shut up.”

Fox, slightly distracted by his brother’s loud disruption, caught a swift kick to his shins, practice blade flying to the side as he fell.

Their instructor held his own practice blade to Fox’s neck.

“Do you yield?” he asked calmly.

Fox simply nodded, struggling to catch his breath.

“I can’t hear you,” he growled, the tip of the blunt blade pressing against the skin of Fox’s throat.

“Yes, sir,” Fox rasped. “I yield.”

The instructor pulled the blade away, looking out to the others.

“Who’s left?” he called, impatiently, his eyes zoning in on Bly and Cody. “Come on, someone’s gotta disappoint me next. I don’t have all day.”

Bly almost growled a little, his brows scrunching together. He stood, walking towards the training mat at the center of the room.

“Well, well, well,” their instructor chuckled darkly. “And which one are you?”

“Bly,” he answered, picking up his practice blade. He fell easily into a ready position.

The instructor rolled his eyes. “That is not what I asked, clone,” he spat.

Bly’s nostrils flared as he looked up at the bounty hunter. “CC-5052, sir.”

“Ah, so it will be disappointing,” he sneered. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

Bly took a deep breath to center himself, just like Cody had shown him. The practice began, the instructor quickly advancing on the attack, forcing Bly to take the defensive.

He lasted longer than he had the last time, and a tiny bit longer than Fox had, but soon the bounty hunter had him pressed to the wall with his hand around Bly’s throat, blade on the mat.

“Pathetic,” he sneered, barely looking as he released the young clone. Bly’s knees hit the ground hard as he coughed and gasped for air, making Cody wince.

“You,” the instructor commanded, pointing his blade at Cody.

“You got this, Codes,” Wolffe whispered as Cody passed him.

He got to the mat and faced their teacher. He could feel his blood boiling just below the surface of his skin as Fox and Gree helped Bly up and back to the benches on the side of the training room.

“Begin,” the instructor said, already lunging for his student before the word had fully left his mouth. Either he didn’t notice that his student didn’t have his practice blade out, or perhaps he simply didn’t care.

Cody ducked the attack, throwing his shoulder into the instructor’s gut and knocking him off balance. They tumbled to the floor, the young clone on top of his teacher as they struggled.

Distantly, he could hear his brothers’ cheers from the sideline, but he couldn’t let that distract him. No, he had to put everything into this match. He had to show this sleemo that he and his brothers were to be respected.

He could feel the instructor’s knee slam against his back, and he grunted as a sharp pain accompanied the impact. But he ignored it. He fought to get the instructor’s arm under his knee, pinning it to the mat and began to do the same with the other, but the instructor struggled against him. The instructor’s hand landed on Cody’s face, pressing hard against it. Cody growled in frustration, pushing himself even harder. He had to win this match. Par ner vode.

The instructor bucked his shoulders, trying to throw the cadet off, but he stuck through it, grabbing at his wrist and - finally!

Cody caught the instructor’s arm by the wrist, slamming it hard onto the mat, the practice blade clattering to the floor. Once he’d wrestled the instructor’s arm beneath him, he picked up the practice blade, pointing the tip to the instructor’s neck.

“Do you yield, sir?” he asked simply, fighting to disguise the fatigue in his voice.

“Fine,” the instructor snarled. “Now get the kriff off of me.”

He hesitated, but let the man up.

“All of you get out of my sight,” he growled, brushing the dust from his shirt.

His brothers were all but cheering by the time they left the training room, but Cody felt uneasy. That feeling carried him through the rest of the day, following him wherever he went.

“CC-2224, report to hangar 14D,” the PA system sounded. The rest of his squad gave him a questioning look, but he just shrugged.

“Do you want one of us to come with you?” Fox asked, clearly picking up on his brother’s discomfort.

“Better go alone,” he frowned. “Thanks, though, Fox.”

The eyes of his squad followed him until the door shut behind him.

It wasn’t long of a walk to the hangar, but he couldn’t help the way his nerves bundled in the pit of his stomach. The tension rose into his shoulders and jaw as he walked into the hangar.

There stood his hand-to-hand instructor, but that didn’t surprise him. He figured he’d have to pay for his victory in training earlier.

“CC-2224,” the instructor drawled, not bothering to turn and face him. “Glad you could make it.”

“Yes, sir,” he answered carefully. He didn’t want to earn any more ‘reinforcement’.

“Since you seem to have your hand-to-hand training down, I thought perhaps you might like a bit more of a challenge.”

Cody didn’t like the man’s tone. It sounded too cordial for this particular instructor.

“What did you have in mind, sir?”

The instructor chuckled darkly. “A more… realistic fight,” he murmured, turning and pouncing at Cody.

He caught his wrists, but not before it nicked his uniform. They struggled for a moment, but the instructor used Cody’s hold on his wrists to pull the young clone towards him, slamming a knee into the boy’s gut.

Cody coughed hard, doubling over. The instructor took the advantage, pushing him back, nearly knocking him off balance.

“Today is the day you’ll learn,” the instructor spat, landing a swift uppercut to the same spot. “You’ll learn what it is to respect your betters.” Another hit. “To know your place.” Another. “Your worth.” He gripped the cadet’s arm, twisting it painfully. “That you are utterly disposable.”

With a punch to his cheek, Cody was down. He crumpled to the floor, breathing no longer coming easily to him. His vision felt blurry. His heart was pounding in his ears. There was something warm and wet dripping down his temple- was that blood? There was a metallic taste in his mouth.

“Pathetic,” his instructor huffed out. Laying on the cold durasteel of the hangar, curled in on himself, bleeding, panting, and nearly crying in pain, doubt crept into his mind. Maybe he was pathetic. A let-down. A disappointment to his squad. Maybe he was just a number- 2224.

“You know as well as I do just how much the Kaminoans hate imperfection,” the instructor sneered. The sharp hiss of a vibroblade being unsheathed echoed in his ears. “We’ll see how long you last with this.”

The instructor forced him onto his back, arm pressed across his shoulders. Cody’s vision was blurry, but he could just make out the shape of the knife inching towards him. White hot pain seared through his body, originating at his temple. He was sure he cried out, but he couldn’t hear anything over the rush of his own blood. He was moving, struggling against the sadistic man, trying desperately to break free.

The arm holding him down shifted, moving up his body, until it situated across his throat. He was gasping, his hands clawing at his restraint, but it got harder and harder to fight, and he felt a cold, inky, blackness enveloping him.

“That’s enough!”

Cody opened his eyes. The harsh white lights of the medbay burned as he blinked the blurriness away. His head felt like it was being split into a million pieces.

“Good, you’re awake,” said a woman, who just came into focus. He recognized his heavy weapons instructor, and realized she must have been the one to find him.

“I-I’m sorry,” he breathed, voice hoarse.

“None of that,” she answered. Stern, but kind, as always. “This was not your fault, verd’ika.”

Dinua Atina was a tough Mandalorian warrior, but she seemed to have a bit of a soft spot for the cadets, and the cadets held her in a similar regard.

He sighed. “Is my squad okay?”

“Always worried about ner vode,” she smiled, shaking her head gently.

“W-when-” he stuttered, having trouble pushing the words out of his mouth. “When will I be… decommissioned?”

Alor Atina’s eyes grew wide. “No, verd’ika,” she asserted. “You will not be decommissioned.”

His hand rose to gingerly touch the ruined skin on the left side of face. “But-”

“I have already stopped them from decommissioning you, verd’ika, and the man who did this to you has been removed from Kamino.”

As his eyes shot up to meet her’s, his mind swam as he searched for words that would be enough. “V-vor entye, alor,” he whispered, his Mando’a coming out a little broken.

She smiled widely, her hand grasping his. “No debt is owed, verd’ika. Guide and protect your brothers in the field, and you will bring kote to the Republic.”

She patted his shoulder and began to leave, picking up her helmet from the foot of his cot.

“Alor Atina,” he spoke, stopping her. “What does ‘kote’ mean?”She smiled. “‘Glory’, verd’ika. You will bring glory.”

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sun-roach · 8 months

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Coruscant guards headcanons:

General headcanon:

They are an elite corps

They have to be the best of the best

They have to take care of Palpatine, senators, rioters, fugitives, bounty hunters, public safety, the prison, ghouls and other monsters in the lower levels, help out the GAR

The command line has a group chat that has very questionable content

They are understaffed

Rys:

(I don’t remember much of him, only that Yoda told him to get inspiration from his other brother’s)

Doesn’t like people

Keeps mostly to himself

Overcoming some trust issues

Doesn’t like to ask for help

Jek is his best friend and batchmate

Can’t drink

Sometimes clumsy

Jek:

(Like with Rys I don’t really remember him. I think Yoda told him to rely more on his brain instead of his weapon)

Straight forward/ blunt

Growing confidence

Loves his Z-6 rotary cannon

Explosions yay

Has never eaten a waffle

Doesn’t like massiffs

Sergeant Hound:

The actual baby

Loves animals

Has space tock and spacetagram for Grizzer

Very affectionate and caring

Can also be very strict and controlling

Protective af

Will show everyone his precious babies (the massiffs)

Patient af

Has dog snacks in his pockets. Always.

Cute laugh

Always proud when he makes someone else laugh

Offers pet therapy

Has a good nose

Sometimes very goofy

Lieutenant Thire:

The baby of the command line

Actually older than Fox and younger than Thorn

Tired

Tries to be more optimistic

Loves sleep

Very organized

Lawful good

Soft

Short hair cause it’s easier to handle unlike his life

Can sleep anywhere like a cat

Careful in everything he does

Yet gets injured very often

Shares a room with Stone, Thorn and Hound (they could have had their own rooms but they prefer to share)

Commander Stone:

Younger than Fox, older than Hound

Likes to be alone

Makes his own moonshine

Weird af humor no one understands

Doesn’t like to show his emotions

Actually dislikes caf but is forced to drink it

Makes holos whenever he is not on coruscant and sends them into the corrie group chat

A good photograph

Likes rock and metal

Commander Thorn:

Older than Fox

A menace to everyone

Likes to fool around but will be serious if needed

Big heavy guns cause big dick energy

Loves sarcasm and irony

Funny depressed

A Thor fanboy

dyed his hair blond and grew it a bit out

Smart but likes to act dumb smt

Makes the worst caf

Good friend

loves to drink

Probably a taylor swift fan

Commander Fox:

Marshal commander

Was in a batch with Wolffe, Cody, Rex, Ponds, Bly

Wolffe is his older twin

Tired depressed

Insomnia

Refuses or has no time to sleep until he gets sedated

Gifted kid burnout

A good soldier

Dark humor

Sly and smart

Thinks outside the box to get the best results

Thorn's caf destroyed his taste buds

Protective af

Loves his vode sm

Hard shell, soft core

Force sensitive without knowing

Blackouts

Vode killer

Knows everything about Coruscant and could walk blindly trough it

Tormented/ scarred soul

Has his own room for various reasons

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My corrie ocs:

Corrie chief medic Patcher:

He is Ori'vod™️

Was in a batch with Neyo, Bacara and Gree

Loves blue milk

Will patch up anyone and anything

Russian cursive handwriting no one can read

Scars everywhere (literally)

Has several medics under his wing

Lost one eye (it got replaced by a cybernetic one) and dyed the other red

Intimidating af

Trust issues

Will break your bones if it means u heal faster

Protective af

The only one allowed to give Fox medical treatments

Does therapy sessions for his brothers

Can’t smile

Stitch:

Rainbow squads actual baby

Anxious medic

Curious

His face is full of stitches

Soft and gentle

Can appear very calm despite being not

Loves flowers

Out grew his hair a bit

Likes studying

Caring

Smt very tired of his squad (he loves them)

Tea > caf

Sticker:

Rainbow squads baby

Always optimistic and positive

Adventurous

Has no sense of orientation

Loves tooka and shows ppl random tooka holos

ARC

Very smart but also very naive

Can’t sit still

Loves to tinker and engineer or invent stuff

Laid back

Risk blind

Clingy and sticks to people

Cuyan:

Lost his former battalion, went into jail and ended up joining the corries

Pessimistic

Trust issues

Half of his body is burnt

Depressed

Doesn’t know how to show affection

Would rather eat a hamster than admit that he loves his new squad

Sees no point in anything but will live for his squad

Can’t taste anything unless it’s very very extremely spicy or sour or sweet

Redd:

Loves red

A thief

Will steal not only your heart

Sniper

ARC

Flirtatious

Loyal af

Got tortured

Lowkey has an alcohol problem

Looks always good

Good eyes

Easy going

Loves to mess around and break some rules

Tattoos on one of his leg

Tongue piercing

Sergeant Strife:

Loves astronomy

Has a solar system tattooed on his back

K’oyacyi tatt under his eye

Loves harmony

Will solve any problem with his fists

Has a secret boyfriend which is not really a secret

Likes to sew and crochet for all the corries

The only one who can cook a little

Buir of his squad

Has a beard

Serves directly under Thorn

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stars-n-spice · 4 months

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TBB S3 TRAILER

Holy FUCK I was not prepared for this.

As soon as I saw the trailer posted on Instagram, I grabbed my laptop and casted the trailer on the TV and stood in front of the TV like an old asian man; hands behind the back, spine bent, feet planted shoulder width apart.

Cannot believe it's finally here and I've got a lot of thoughts that I'm going to put under the cut because holy shit, this trailer hit me like a brick.

Idk if they will be comprehensive honestly but I'm writing them down as I rewatch the trailer.

In summary though? This season is going to absolutely wreck me and I will never recover from it emotionally and probably financially too if we get a new wave of merch and shit with it too.

Anyways, thoughts and reactions under the cut-

What the fuck are they doing with that transport? They stealing something? Retrieving something? Is it a tank? Hello, where is Echo??? IS THAT FUCKING CROSSHAIR?! IN S1 ARMOR???

PHEE GENOA!! so fucking great to see her again, I'm going to be absolutely devastated if they show us her reaction to Tech's supposed death.

CAPTAIN REX MY LOVE YOU'VE COME HOME!! "I thought the end of the war would mean the end to losing more of our brothers" <- that better be about Tech and not about Cody, so help me god-

OMEGA'S NEW HAIRCUT :( she looks so much older now :((

STOP CROSSHAIR LOOKS SO FUCKING SAD. I feel terrible actually... this is like,, this is a shell of a man,, like,, this is a man who's got like,, nothing. He looks awful and I swear if he doesn't get some peace of mind I'm going to lose my mind.

"Omega's been waiting for us a long time." NO NO NO DON'T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME. I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF YOU DO A TIMESKIP, ANY MEASURE OF TIME THAT OMEGA HAD TO BE WITHOUT HER BROTHERS AND WONDERING WHEN THEY WERE GOING TO COME AND GET HER IT'S GOING TO BREAK ME. I fucking hate timeskips so much, I swear if she's been by herself for more than a year, or even just a year, I'm going to be PISSED. If she doesn't get the chance to be a kid like she deserves I'm going to fucking lose it.

PALPATINE?! "There is nothing of greater importance to secure the purpose of this Empire" <- y'all talking about cloning? About cloning Palpatine because you have to explain why "somehow Palpatine returned"???

HEY WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!

Holy shit the animation is really good. Like that whole fighting montage?? The fucking scene on the bridge looks like,, fucking live action to me. Idk how to describe it but the animation is fuckng beautiful and I wish Star Wars did more animation because this is gorgeous.

FENNEC SHAND MY LOVE!! MY WIFE RETURNS!!! PLEASE BE IN MORE THAN ONE EPISODE MY QUEEN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! and Cad Bane is there too ig-

"They are coming, for all of you." <- who is this. do not come for me but I cannot for the life of me figure out who this is. It's not Cody, I don't see the scar. Someone help me out here-

WOLFFE IS BACK BABY!!! FUCK I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE HIM IN TBB ART STYLE

HUNTER ON PABU! Thinking they probably went back after everything and I want to see how they've adjusted and settled in, please, I am begging.

My baby, my angel, myivida, the light of my life. Fuck it's so good to see and hear you again. If anything happens to you I swear to god-

LMAOO DID HUNTER JUST GET YOINKED BY A SPACE CROC?!?! WAIT THEY'RE ON THE BOAT WITH FENNEC!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA

There are two clips that allude to the fact that they get Crosshair out of there before they get Omega and I'm going feral over it. If this means we get them reuniting with Crosshair sooner than later I'm fucking ecstatic. Like because,, that's Crosshair's rifle and they clearly cropped the screen for the sake of the trailer, right? Right??

Hey where is the zillo beast?

ASAJJ VENTRESS??!?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! You're telling me,, I get a season,, with Wrecker, Wolffe, Fennec, AND Asajj? Oh be still my beating heart. Anyone hear something meowing?

Also I know in the trailer it seems like she's facing off with TBB but the backgrounds don't really seem to line up so I'm hoping they don't actually face off with each other.

Tech literally only being indirectly mentioned and showing his death scene again but recolored and shit makes me feel all kinds of things.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

3 EPISODE PREMIERE?!?!?!?!?!?! fuck me.

Echo wasn't in this trailer enough and where the FUCK was Cody?!?!?!?!

Fuck.

#tbb #the bad batch #star wars #clone force 99 #tbb trailer #tbb s3 #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #best believe i'm feral over this #screaming crying throwing up #i am unwell #i love them a normal amount #i love this show a normal amount

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