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mwolf0epsilon · 5 months

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Shadowing Assessments

Cody, sitting down at midmeal with Rex to check up on current affairs: Hey Rex, how are you holding-- Rex, glancing at Cody looking all kinds of disheveled and tired to the bone: Hey Codes... Cody, shocked by his little brother's state: Stars, what the heck happened to you?! Rex, sighing: You know how the Jedi Council decided to temporarily divide the 105th into squads and send them off to shadow other battalions? Cody: Yes? It's to assess their capability to work with other Jedi, since we couldn't be sure they would trust the generals after what Krell put them through. Rex: And you know how the 501st took on their veteran troopers as a squad, because we thought we might have a better chance at connecting with them? Cody: Yes, I remember you being very adamant about it when we were getting squads assigned... Are they not adapting to the new arrangements? Rex, hiding his face in his hands and groaning loudly: That's... One way of putting it... -glancing over to the other corner of the mess hall- Cody, looks as well and gawks at what appears to be a full on brawl between 3 members of the 105th and 3 others of the 501st: What is going on over there?! Rex: So, it turns out that the Jedi were right to suspect Krell's men aren't overly cooperative. They just didn't realize to what extent and, stupidly, neither did we... Cody: Meaning? Rex: Cody, they don't trust anyone. Not even vode. And those who do usually stick to tiny groups. Which means, anything and everything is seen as either a threat or a challenge for dominance. Cody, visibly confused and concerned: D-Dominance? Rex: Krell had a twisted system of some sort. If I got it right then I think you had to earn amenities under him by gaining favor. This means food, sleep, medical treatment and equipment weren't readily given to them unless they pleased Krell in some way. Which means the 105th had to compete with each other at literally everything to earn what little a clone should have available to them... Cody, repulsed by what he's hearing: That's disgusting. And barbaric. How did no one notice this?! Rex: I know, trust me I know and I honestly wish I could get my hands on whatever natborn officers let this slip. The worst part is, no matter how hard I've tried, I haven't managed to get them to see General Skywalker and Commander Tano won't deny them things, or punish them for something as minor as breathing too loudly. Nor will they reward them for bashing each other's faces in over a place in the mess hall line... Cody, looking back at the brawl: Is that why they're fighting over there? For a place in line? Rex, looking at the group: ... Hm, no I think James just felt like antagonizing Jesse. And Fives tried to mediate but he got shoved back and collided with Lobo, who didn't take kindly and attacked him. Which is when Tup and Caprichoso got involved. Cody: ... Should we do something? Rex: I tried but... -points behind him- Cody, looks: Carno, sitting in the next table over staring at Rex while breathing heavily which his helmet vocoder transmits rather threateningly: Cody, blinking slowly: Carno, shakes his still helmeted head slowly in warning: Cody: .... I think we need a new approach to this problem. Rex: No kidding. If they can't work with other clones they won't have much of a future as troopers... And I'd rather not sign off on that kind of flimsywork. Cody: I'm sure we'll find a solution. We just need to figure out what works for them...

#star wars #the clone wars #commander cody #captain rex #clone ocs #105th battalion #krell's battalion #anti 501st #Carno and his crew aren't adapting well and Rex is very tired and very worried #they might have to find an alternative because serving with other jedi and clones doesn't seem like the right option right now

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zealfruity · 7 months

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Behold: los violetas

I'm on a 361st kick.

#my art #361st battalion (ocs)#jedi ocs #clone wars #tcw #star wars #clone ocs #original characters #padawan oc #tcw ocs #tcw fanart

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matchademi · 10 months

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Falls:*trying to track down Obi-wan (he and cody are on the resolute for reasons) to drag him to the med bay* Captain Rex..why do you look like you just saw a ghost?

Rex:*covering his face* my Ori'vod and his general are fucking....

Falls:we all knew that now move sir *opens the door*

Cody:*freezes where he is pinning a very bruised up Obi-wan* OUT

Fall:*bearly flinching* he better be in my med bay in a hour Commander *walks away after closing

Rex:*loud antagonized screech*

#clone medic falls #501st battalion #clone medic oc #clone trooper oc #captain rex #comander cody #obi wan kenobi #codywan #falls has been desensitized to so much #rex is traumatized #star wars #the clone wars

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jun-hyungs · 1 year

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the force can’t save you from spicy food i’m afraid

#art by hyung #star wars jedi fallen order #jedi fallen order #cal kestis #clone trooper oc #clone trooper spoons #and some random 13th battalion trooper

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forcesavetheclones · 3 months

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My Jedi Oc, Yona!!!

She’s a force sensitive togruta, but due to a genetic defect her montrals never developed. Because of that she is almost completely deaf. I was going to have her use „standard galactic sign language”, assuming that exists but Antoinette actually suggested she could communicate with others through the force (as in, you could hear her voice in your head) and I think both are cool, so she uses both!

#yaoxposts #star wars #the clone wars #ahsoka tano #togruta #oc #oc art #original character #star wars oc #the bad batch #501st battalion #jedi oc #jedi

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bilbosmom-belladonna · 3 months

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The Waxer/Boil brainrot from @waxerboilmonth has got me good! Here's another piece that doesn't quite fit with the prompts for that event so I'm putting it out early. I recommend you embiggen!

This is "Duty Roster," a little stop-motion experiment of mine. I am no animator or filmmaker but it was neat to put this together.

🕯️♨️📅

Are there whiteboards in space? No. Should this whole thing be written in Aurebesh? Yes. Do I know anything at all about stop-motion animation other than what I looked up in a Photoshop tutorial? Nope! Don't worry about it.

If anyone is curious about the fully-ruined board that's only up for half a second, here is that image:

Poor Sarge....

#star wars #star wars animation #star wars fanart #clone trooper waxer #clone trooper boil #212th attack battalion #my art #if we're calling this art #waxer/boil #cloneshipping #clone ocs

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staycalmandhugaclone · 4 months

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Identity Pt 6 (Extra Scene)

Part (6) of Identity, the next arc of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!

There are two people in particular to blame for this chapter. You know who are are, and I love you for it.

Warnings: Big emotions in this - rage, guilt, blame, and the like. There do be a bit of fighting, but it's not gory. Brief description of water torture. Profanity

WC: 2,032

No one moved, breath nearly trapped in their chests as they watched the pair steadily make their way out of the hanger. Crosshair noted the stiffness in her movements, the slight hitch in her step, and his teeth ground at the certainty that her shoulder was only a small part of what she’d suffered.

“What the kriff did you do?!” He snarled at the group of regs still staring toward the now empty hallway. He’d half-expected Hunter or Echo to growl some half-hearted warning for him to back down, but they seemed just as eager for answers as he was, and the unspoken permission that granted him, the justification in loosing his rage on the remaining members of the 104th left him near shaking, face twisted with the full display of his fury.

“We followed our orders; just like she did… Things just… got complicated.” The one with the double oval on his forehead replied, and the dejection in his voice only worsened Crosshair’s anger.

“The hell does that mean?” His voice ground between gritted teeth, body innately taking a half-step forward.

“It means there were unforeseen circumstances that caused problems, and that you lot aren’t cleared to know anything more.” The clone bearing a wolf-head emblem said, not shying from the very real threat in the sniper’s posture as he tread forward to place himself pointedly between his men and the enraged squad before him.

“I don’t give a Sith’s tit about your mission. The kriff happened to her, and why didn’t any of you stop it?!” He spat, shoulders pulling back as he towered over the Sergent.

“No time.” Another reg replied gruffly from behind the telltale helm of a pilot. “When everythin’ went down, we were all too far away to do anything, an’ they had her whisked off to the other side of planet before we could reach her.”

“She was alone?!” Echo nearly shouted from behind him. Crosshair didn’t question Hunter’s silence thus far, assured that his brother was listening, calculating; that he could smell the cocktail of adrenaline filling each of them and was comparing their heart rates, their body language, the tension in their every taut muscle to figure out just how far they could be pushed before snapping, how much information they might glean from tongues loosened by shame and guilt.

“There wasn’t supposed to be any combat where she was.” The last one sighed, his head dropping toward his chest.

“Can’t help but notice not one of you has a damn scratch, so how’d she end up like that in a non-combat zone with you lot still looking like damn shinies?!” Cross shot back, disdain dripping from every word.

“That’s enough!” The pilot barked, moving stiffly forward to stand beside his brother. “Think you’re something special? That you’re all high and mighty just ‘cause you’ve got some damn crush? Well, how ‘bout we compare how many times she’s been hurt working with you than with us?!”

He nearly ignored the subtle shift of Hunter’s hand signaling him to back off, but caught himself mere heartbeats before throwing himself forward, fists clenched hard enough to shake.

“If you’re referring to combat ops, given the general nature of your missions, which tend toward community outreach and long-distance support, in addition to the fact that her most grievous injuries were caused directly by your commander’s intentional actions, statistically speaking, that comparison wouldn’t do much to support your argument.” The subtle note of annoyance in Tech’s retort was just enough to draw a huff of something too dark to be likened to laughter from Crosshair.

“Still haven’t given a reason why she was alone.” Wrecker’s voice was quiet, and that alone left Crosshair leaning slightly to the side lest he find himself between them should the massive clone decide he was done listening. “She’s a medic – can’t really do that if she’s not with you.”

“She wasn’t there as a medic.” The first reg explained wearily.

“Then why was she there? Why pull her from our unit at all?” Hunter asked, carefully masking his own anger with a feigned gentleness.

“Comet.” The Sergent called, helm shifting to stare pointedly at his brother. The silence that followed that warning only sought to fuel Crosshair’s ire while worsening the 104th’s collective remorse.

“We needed someone who could blend in with the Separatists.”

“Boost!”

The man who’d spoken drew a sharp breath at the reprimand in his brother’s tone, head snapping up to stare him down as he wrenched his helmet free.

“No! Dammit, Sinker, they should know what happened! You think needing to keep it a secret is going to do her any good?! Hell, that one’s clearly read plenty of our old mission briefs already!” Boost roared, hand snapping toward Tech. “Why the hell wouldn’t he read this one? The only difference between us telling them now and him reading about it later is how much time they’ll have to get their shebs ready to help her when she’s back.”

Despite his lingering urge to lash out, Crosshair found himself both quieted and unnerved anew at the man’s words, torn between wanting to berate them for their carelessness and appreciating Boost’s argument.

“I know…” Sinker replied, voice nearly breaking beneath the weight of remorse threatening to overwhelm him, “but that’s not our call to make.” Comet and the other one, the pilot, had both turned their attention from Crosshair and their brothers, as though waiting to see who’d cede first that they might be granted permission to speak freely.

“Then you go right ahead and report me, Sergent.” Boost spat.

“Our contact chose the location.” Sinker’s shoulders fell at Comet’s quiet whisper, but he offered no further dispute. “It was a gathering for high-ranking Separatists. The plan was her to get in, get a datachip, and monitor security while we broke into the gala’s database to get more info… get a little something extra for the effort. Apparently, our contact had ulterior motives, too. He planted a bomb. She got caught in the blast, and then she was blamed for it.”

Air hissed through Crosshair’s teeth; dread twisted through his chest at the knowledge of what a Separatist interrogation entailed.

“We got to her as quick as we could.” The pilot continued, arms crossing over his chest at the guilt clearly sown through his own words. “Beat up some guards, tracked all the outbound ships… finally had to hunt down the damn contact himself to figure out where they took her.” He didn’t need to look back to know his brothers stood as stiff as he did, waiting for that final blow of what exactly had happened.

“They had her for about eight hours.” Resigned, Sinker finally turned back to face him, movements weary as he also reached up to remove his helmet, and Cross couldn’t help but be slightly surprised to find that the man shared his silver hair color, a fact that instantly annoyed him further, but he held his tongue as he waited for the reg to continue. “We know she was unconscious most of that time, but when she woke up…”

“Enough with all the kriffin’ stalling. Just tell us wha’ happened.” Wrecker growled impatiently.

“She was drowned.” Comet stated bluntly, and Crosshair’s blood went cold. “They drowned her, brought her back, and waterboarded her trying to find out who was behind the explosion.”

He could feel his heart racing, felt his breath quicken, every thought screaming at him to fight, to forgo all fear of reprimand or consequence for the relief of even a moment’s outburst, because that was something he knew. He knew how to deal with the pain of raw knuckles and split lips. He knew the taste of disappointment his brothers would harbor in the aftermath of his rashness. He knew the sting of defeat and the empty pride of victory, and, in that moment, held no preference for either. He merely needed the distraction; that familiarity, because the ache in his chest, the way it threatened to cripple him and rend him into a frenzy too overcome with grief and guilt to think straight was something he didn’t know how to deal with, and that terrified him.

“I assume she’s been given appropriate treatment to prevent lung infections?” The emptiness in Tech’s voice robbed Crosshair of that lingering rage to which he’d been clinging, leaving him cold and void of the will to drag himself back to the forefront of a confrontation that no longer promised anything of the respite he’d longed for.

“Yeah.” Boost answered quietly. “She also has a burn on her calf… wrists and ankles got torn up from fighting the restraints… pretty sure that’s how she dislocated her shoulder, too. We got it all cleaned and bandaged, but… just keep an eye on it.” There. That last comment was all it took to rekindle his anger, and he grasped it like the fleeting lifeline it was.

“Think it’s pretty clear we don’t need your advice on how to keep her safe.” He drawled, head tilting just enough to portray the depth of his contempt.

“That’s it.” The pilot growled, throwing himself forward without further thought or warning. In that split second before they collided, Crosshair felt the very edge of his lips twitch up into a broken smile born of relief and ruined by a guilt he’d deal with later.

In an instant, everyone was shouting, and he thrived in that moment of chaos as the man’s fist crashed into his jaw. Already, several hands were grabbing for him, straining to wrench him back, but not before he landed his own strike, knee plowing into his stomach with enough force to wrench the air from his lungs despite the plates of heavy armor. Crosshair just managed a final punch to his assailant’s head before Wrecker forced himself between them, iron grip locked around the reg’s shoulder in a threat even the haughty pilot couldn’t feign ignorance to.

In the brief fray, he’d failed to notice the split second of distraction tear Hunter’s attention away from them, but he instantly froze as his brother hauled him near enough to whisper harshly into his ear.

“Cody commed me. It’s Doc.” Already, Hunter was pulling away from him, torn between ending the fight and answering the summons. “Don’t make things worse.” He added with a snarl forced into barely audible growl. Expression faltering into horrified dread, Cross merely nodded. Hunter didn’t hesitate before turning and dashing from the hanger, and then all Crosshair could hear was the heaviness of his own breathing, the way his heart pounded in chest beneath that rush of emotions resurging mercilessly in the wake of his vain attempt to escape them.

He glanced back to find his brothers studying him carefully, confusion clear in their eyes as they waited for some explanation, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak, not when the other squad stood watching him with that same attentiveness. Without a word, he merely nodded toward the hallway leading to their temporary bunkroom, sparing not so much as a glare back to the men he still sought to blame for all of this; for calling her away, for letting her get hurt, for reminding him just how easily he might lose her because of this Force-forsaken war.

He didn’t listen to the hushed voices of the 104th as he began walking away; barely let himself note the sets of footsteps voicing his own squad belatedly falling in line behind him. He couldn’t think beyond the fruitless need to know why Cody had called Hunter, what had happened in the debrief; mind demanding he find some means to force his way into that kriffing office in his brother’s stead, and his rage grew at the knowledge that there wasn’t a damn thing he could do but wait. All his training as a sniper, years of drilling the importance of patience into him, of forming that patience into a weapon honed to perfection; it was all useless against this, and he couldn’t keep himself from slamming his fist into the wall in a final fit of frustration as they neared the still foreign barracks.

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flashthescalesian-art · 24 days

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Ahsoka: I drink to forget but I always remember.

Kit: You're drinking orange juice.

#Padawan shenanigans #This is just meant to be them being goofy I’m not implying either of them actually drink alcohol #just to clarify #Ahsoka #ahsoka tano #Kitsune the Scalesian #Padawan Kitsune #Kit the Scalesian #jedi #jedi padawan #jedi oc #212th battalion #501st legion #star wars #the clone wars #star wars oc #Saving the light sh*tposting

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grogusbuir · 2 years

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if anybody asks what the 388th + other oc’s look like (pls draw them i’m begging)

the 388th. battalion color is light purple/lavender.

maiana ninome

literally just alice pagani

has a snake tattooed on her right hip

has a scar on her bottom lip from cutting it on the left side

scars on her body in general

wears armor that her troopers gift her

rabbit

she/her

septum piercing

chest length hair that she mostly braids or holds back with a bandana in 388th colors

serious bc she worries about everyone all the time

has a scar under her right eye from flying shrapnel

jinx

has the word jinx tattooed on his neck

prankster. scheming face

he/him

pink hair w/ an undercut. let’s it go curly & wild

tongue piercing

wink

three little hearts on each cheekbone

he/they

flirty af

septum and lip piercings

known for winking lmao

smash

they/them

always tinkering and known for having gear oil on their face

20/20 vision and has goggles to protect their eyes as they’re testing explosive things

green shoulder length hair with naturally brown roots

bad at smiling

toothpaste

don’t ask about her name lmao

she/they

medic

short hair but very curly and dyed the pan flag colors

has bite scars from injured troopers (more common than you would think)

388th tattoo on her left hand

scalpel

always tired and grumpy

he/him

always seen with caf in his thermos (rumored to be spiked with alcohol but not proven)

takes no shit from anybody

shrapnel scars on his face

has eat me tattooed on his hips (don’t ask)

hair’s usually gelled back

runt

short king

he/him

lives up to his name

a shiny

kinda lost compared to the others bc he’s so new

a singular tattoo of a purple stripe on his right bicep to represent the 388th

close cropped hair (think rex)

others

emre cyr

8’2”

muscle for days

pale green skin

dark green braids w/ charms in them

irises are white w/ the rest of her eyes black

sharp teeth

very not-human

a jedi and has a purple double bladed saber

(i’m low-key a simp for her)

mothers everybody

has a relationship with her commander (it’s very pure mom & dad vibes to others but they in love love)

commander cadaver

emre’s husband

mullet

part of the rabbit, cody, rex, fox, wolffe, etc batch

star tattooed under his right eye

flower tattoos under his armor (he gets one for each one of his fallen brothers. it eventually evolves into a whole garden)

cairo teles

kind of a minor character but i might write an ahsoka fic w/ her

is the twi’lek version of hunter schafer

light purple/periwinkle skin (part of the reason why the 388th is purple)

kazimyrah adelite

faceclaim is nesta cooper

muscular bc of years of fighting

5’6”

has three helix piercings in her left ear and an industrial piercing in the right one

she/her

custom knife holsters she got for her birthday

i hope that helps!

#i can’t draw so this will have to do #jedi #jedi oc #clone oc #oc clone battalion #star wars #ashoka tano #kazimyrah adelite #captain rex #anakin skywalker #commander wolffe #commander rabbit #commander fox #commander cody #the clone wars #the clone army #clone troopers

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