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airlockfailure · 2 years

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The Zombie Squad!!

CC-1085 Commander Treeble is part of the Zombie Squad, but we already know his story. Unless anyone has specific questions about Treeble, I probably won't post an info dump about him. ❤

CT-4183 Captain Fable served during the first battle of Geonosis as a medic within Fox's second unit after his original command suffered a deadly series of malfunctions in their gunships.

Fable survives Geonosis and is stationed as CMO of the Coruscant Guard. Barely six months later, an explosion leaves him badly burned and Elum Nol (the Kaminoan overseeing the Coruscant med center) forces Fox to sign off on Fable's decommission.

Fable's replacement, Myth, catches Fox removing Fable's wrist ID chip and instead of exposing Fox, assists him from then on. (Seriously, Fox, you can't just cut people open and pull things out, heightened clone immune system or not.)

Fable recovers from his burns among the clone colony! He chooses to return to Coruscant to help Fox's first two "shadows", Talon and Malice, as well as assist the Guard's medics who are stretched as thin as the rest of Fox's men. Elum Nol is thankfully as stupid as he is cruel.

Fable is lighthearted, cheery, and usually smiling. Initially, he forced this attitude on Geonosis because so many people were dying so rapidly, and again on Coruscant, but the cheery mannerisms eventually stuck. He can come across as too friendly, even flirtatious, but it's all surface level. Underneath, Fable is closed off, and rarely allows people to see his real emotions.

His body is badly scarred, and he wears his armor despite the pain it causes him because he can't regulate his own body temperature effectively anymore. (He can't sweat.)

CT-4117 Malice was originally assigned to Fox's unit for the battle of Geonosis as one of their medics. Fox, Malice, and Talon were the only members of the unit to survive the initial invasion. Malice survives Geonosis physically unscathed.

He carries with him the guilt of not being able to help anyone except Talon. After Geonosis, and after discovering Elum Nol marked Talon for decommission, Malice tried to jump off the command center, but Talon (very much not dead) caught him. In his grieving, panicked, and unstable state, Malice stabbed Talon, twice. Talon still managed to hold on to him long enough for more help to arrive. Of course, Malice's mental deterioration drew Elum Nol's attention and he was also decommissioned (funneled to safety by Fox).

Malice taught himself long range marksmanship while Talon recovered from his Geonosis injuries. During a self-hatred fueled breakdown, Malice files his teeth to points, giving himself an eerie look. He wanted to make himself "look like the monster" he felt he was.

From the invasion of Geonosis onward, he acts as Talon's ears and occasionally his voice. Malice is defensive, aggressive, and quick to change moods. Post war he has a therapist and medication to help mitigate the mood swings and the survivor's guilt, along with his many other struggles.

While living in the Underbelly (the old warehouse the Corrie Guard base is built on top of) Malice befriends a lost Loth cat and calls him Taz. Taz lives with Malice and Talon throughout the war and after. Taz is drawn to Force users, and is particularly fond of Slick and Fox if the Commander visits.

Malice ends up with a cybernetic leg from the hip down. At first he hates it, because it's heavy and different, but as he adjusts to it and makes the machine his own and more a part of him, Malice starts to treat the cybernetic, and himself, a bit more kindly.

ARC-4899 Talon was in an explosion after the gunship he was on went down on Geonosis. He suffered extensive internal damage and lost most of his hearing. He describes his hearing loss as being able to hear himself, but muffled. (His hearing loss is based on my own experience.) He can read lips, and uses both combat signs and Basic Sign Language. He still talks, particularly with the intent to tease Malice and cheer him up.

On Coruscant, Talon and Malice are sent to Meerla and her brother almost immediately after Zero. Talon, being an ARC, pushes his recovery faster than he should, and the two return to Coruscant barely patched back together. Talon requires Malice's assistance in the field, despite how much his HUD can compensate for his hearing loss. Fox doesn't separate them.

Talon is chill. He doesn't rattle easily, or anger easily. Which is a good thing because Malice is a very loose cannon who needs a strong anchor. He doesn't mind not being able to hear and prefers not to use hearing aids. He normally only wears them when Malice is in a bad emotional phase and Talon wants to keep a closer watch on him. Coruscant is a surprisingly windy planet and wind is a bitch for hearing aids.

Talon and Malice are the first members of the Zombie Squad, originally just calling themselves "shadows" as they performed missions and tasks that Fox was unable to send legitimate troopers into the field for. The rest of the CG commanders know Talon and Malice, but are unaware of their decommission status or that everything they're up to is technically illegal, because Fox has their files sealed and none of the Zombies show up in HUD personnel data.

CT-7415 Zipper (also a veteran of Geonosis) was a member of one of the Senate security squads. His squad was on duty during an anti-war/anti-clone protest (the same protest turned riot that Nevo was stabbed during). Zipper foolishly took off his helmet when the person in front of him accused him of being a droid. Someone else threw acid in his face.

To the credit of the nat-born who accused him of being a droid, they tried to help Zipper until a medic was able to get to him in the chaos. By the time Zipper made it back to the med center his eyes were completely gone, along with some of his optic nerves and even part of the bone itself. Elum Nol decommissioned him. Meerla's brother made Zipper new eyes while he recovered from the acid burns.

Zipper is decent at slicing, not as good at it as Treeble, and not nearly as good as Fox, but until Treeble becomes part of the Zombies, Zipper is in charge of anything tech related.

The acid incident left him unable to cry (no tear ducts, he does cry), and with scars over most of his face. Meerla's brother (who doesn't have a name?) did reconstructive surgery on his eye sockets themselves, so he does have eyelids, also cybernetic. His sense of smell is affected, as the acid ate away part of his sinuses, and he frequently deals with having to flush out the new, larger cavities inside his nasal passage. (When he cries, his nose runs excessively.)

Zipper is quiet and shy, practical, and dislikes conflict. He found the nat-born who accused/helped him a year later and is friends with them. They introduced him to ice cream. His favorite flavor is caramel and salted pretzel. The nat-born (also without a name) makes Zipper the Star Wars equivalent of godfather to their firstborn child, which is apparently called a hold-father.

CT-18-2833 Blunt was one of Commander Stone's men after Geonosis. During an off world escort of a Senator, Blunt shielded the diplomat with his own body to prevent their assassination. He wasn't wearing armor at the time and was shot in the face. His lower jaw, lip, teeth and tongue, as well as part of his esophagus are all cybernetic. He can make minor facial expressions, but smiling is painful, so most of his expressions he makes with his eyes. He can't taste the food he eats and his windpipe was altered to accommodate the cybernetics. He can't breathe through his mouth, and his voice is very nasal as a result. He does not like his voice.

Blunt got his name for being direct and sometimes brutally honest, a trait that won him the affection of Mandalorian instructors, but pissed off the Kaminoans and other less assertive bounty hunters brought in to train the clones. He never was able to meet the qualifications for the ARC program, but prior to being shipped out to Geonosis, the Mandalorian who oversaw most of his training called him "mandokarla" and told him if he survived, to go to Concordia.

Post injury, Blunt seriously considers staying with Zero and Meerla's clone colony, and even considers going to Concordia since he's legally dead. He eventually chooses to come back to Coruscant, to help Commander Fox. Blunt couldn't justify not seeing the war through to the end. He becomes very close with Wynut and Zipper, often acting as an emotional counterweight to both of them. His level headedness against Wynut's misery, and his confidence against Zipper's shyness.

In battle, Blunt is almost as much of a tank as Talon, though Talon knows his own limitations, where Blunt doesn't care about his limitations. Every fight for Blunt is a fight to the death.

Underneath that, Blunt does care about his the other clones, and will go out of his way to make sure the other Zombies are okay, especially Wynut, since he's in the worst condition out of all of them.

CC-1449 Wynut served on Geonosis and was intended to replace Zero as Fox's third co-commander. However, while Fox was struggling with the aftermath of Geonosis, Wynut dealt with an attempt on the Chancellor's life. A chase ensued, resulting in Wynut falling from a rooftop and fracturing part of his pelvis and his back. Wynut was replaced by Thire. Fable is the only member of the Zombies who knows Wynut has a command rank.

When given the option, Wynut chose the discomfort of a cybernetic spine instead of paralysis. The spine works fine for a while, but during a mission with the Zombies, an explosion messes up one of the sensors near his pelvic injury and it causes him a great deal of pain. Fable and Malice have messed with the sensor to try and get the adjustments right for Wynut, and he even went back to see Meerla's brother (who was able to adjust it properly for a short period of time), but he ultimately needs an upgrade.

His nature at heart is kind and sensitive, but the amount of pain he deals with constantly makes him sharp and cranky. Wynut always feels immediate guilt about his abrasive, sometimes cruel attitude. When the pain is really bad, he just lays down and doesn't talk for fear of reacting negatively to his friends and family. He doesn't like hurting them, or upsetting them.

He doesn't act as a commander for the Zombie Squad (that responsibility ultimately falls to Fox, though the squad usually makes decisions on a more egalitarian basis than a normal unit). Wynut is in too much pain after the sensor issues began. He is often responsible for transport, paperwork, and gear checks/inventory. Wynut doesn't mind. He still goes into the field when necessary, and usually injected with intense pain killers.

Wynut is aggressively protective of Zipper. Fox kept trying to convince Wynut to stay with the colony where Meerla's brother could provide more adequate medical care. Wynut stays on Coruscant to make sure Zipper doesn't get into trouble. He does not trust Zipper's nat-born friends, he does not trust Zipper to defend himself (both in combat and otherwise). Zipper also helps Wynut with a lot of the background work required to keep the Zombies a functioning unit.

He knows Fable from working with him on Geonosis and later in the CG. The two of them keep up a flirtatious, playful banter with one another that can quickly devolve into actual arguing if either one of them is in enough pain. Most of the time, it's just in good fun to try and keep each other's spirits up. They each consider the other to be a close friend, and Fable isn't as close to Wynut as Zipper and Blunt are.

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ghostofskywalker · 6 months

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Almost Disasters

Tech/Reader

Fictober Day 30 of 31

Words: 838

Summary: Your beloved attempts to put together a surprise for you. Nothing about it really goes to plan.

@clonexreaderbingo square: cooking

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You should have known that something was afoot when Crosshair asked you to help him with some errands one morning. You liked Crosshair, and the two of you didn’t have any bad blood, but it was certainly out of the ordinary for him to seek you out and ask for your help with something.

But the errand was more than just a simple ration run, and it seemed that two people would be the best fit, so you didn’t even bother questioning it, just letting the rest of the team know that you were going and heading off.

The whole thing turned out to be a task for Cid, and it was for the two of you to capture the (monkey-lizard) pet of a rival parlor owner. And of course, it meant that things went badly almost instantly.

The owner was stupid enough, but the monkey-lizard itself was a horribly deranged little creature. You had to dodge its talons and teeth several times, and Crosshair even attempted to knock it out with the butt of his rifle. Of course, nothing worked.

“Maybe you should have asked Wrecker for help,” you said, panting in an alleyway behind the parlor after finally wresting the little monster into a cage.

“Somehow, I think that would have been worse if he was here,” Crosshair said, looking equally tired and slightly annoyed. “We might have been able to capture the thing, but sneaking in would have been more difficult.”

“That’s true,” you said, gingerly reaching down to pick up the carrying case. Your captive hissed loudly as you hoisted it into the air, but there was nothing more it could do to cause mischief at this point, and you were grateful for that.

After dropping your new friend (though that honorific was certainly up for debate) off at Cid’s, you and Crosshair made your way back to the apartment where the Batch had been staying, and a strange gut feeling meant that you could instantly tell something was wrong. The scent of burning food filled your nostrils the second that the door opened, and you were immediately concerned about what had happened while you were gone. “Good, you’re home!” Hunter said, as if he had appeared out of thin air. “How was Cid’s assignment?”

“Is everything okay?” you asked, completely ignoring his question.

“Yeah, we’re fine!” he said, but the sound of a crash from the kitchen didn’t really instill much confidence in you about the truthfulness of his statement. He had to be hiding something, but you had no idea what. “Why don’t you go take a nap?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could speak, you heard something else from the kitchen “Kriff!”

The shouted expletive was the final straw, and you rushed into the room to see Tech, Echo, and Omega standing there, all with looks of shock on their faces. A bowl was laying on the ground with what looked like frosting spilling out of it, and there was a blackened, singed mass that you suspected might have been a cake at one point today on the stove. You couldn’t help the laughter that spilled from your lips, despite the scene of disaster that you had walked into.

“Cyare!” Tech said quickly. “What are you doing back so soon?”

Suddenly, every strange part of the day made sense. Crosshair asking for your help, your boyfriend not even batting an eye when you told him that you were going of on a sudden assignment, Hunter’s weird insistence that you take a nap, and you would even be willing to bet the strange errand Cid had sent you on was nothing but bantha-shit. Clearly this was some kind of surprise for you, and now you had completely ruined it (though technically, it might have already been somewhat ruined before you got home).

“Crosshair and I finished our assignment from Cid,” you said. “What was going on here?”

“We were trying to surprise you,” Tech said bashfully. “Clearly it didn’t really work out too well.”

Despite the fact that he was covered in flour and frosting, you walked over and wrapped your boyfriend in a hug. “That’s okay,” you said. “I don’t need a fancy cake to make me realize how much I love you, I already know.”

He just smiled as you leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips, which was rudely interrupted by Echo and Omega shouting “ewwwww!” in unison. You just rolled your eyes at the teasing (that you knew didn’t actually mean anything) and pulled away from Tech.

“How about you change into clothes that are less covered in food and we go take a nap?” you asked.

“I think that sounds like an excellent idea.”

Did you feel a little bit bad about leaving Echo to clean up the mess that had taken over the kitchen? Maybe you did, but the idea of snuggling with Tech was way more enticing than cleaning up spilled frosting and disposing of that burnt cake.

- the end -

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kybercrystals94 · 19 days

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Sacrifice and Loyalty

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Angstpril 2024 | Day 12 | Prompt 12: A Little Too Late

Rated: G | Words: 561 | Summary: Missing scene between episodes 3x11 and 3x12. | Character Focus: Crosshair, Hunter

Spoilers for Season 3 Episodes 11 & 12

The moment Hunter slips through the door, he knows something is desperately wrong. The needled talons of dread claw up his throat from the pit of his stomach. He tries to swallow it back, but it lodges tightly just behind his tongue.

Hunter takes in the occupants of the space. Wrecker, still unconscious, and Crosshair, sitting next to him with his rifle propped at the ready against his thigh. Their sister’s absence is cavernous.

“Where’s Omega?” Hunter asks.

Crosshair’s shoulders rise and fall as he takes a deep breath. He stands, leaning his rifle against the wall, and turns to face Hunter head on.

“Omega turned herself in.” Crosshair states it, voice pressed flat of emotion. His hand trembles at his side, unchecked, as Crosshair looks anywhere but Hunter’s face. “She…” his dull voice catches, “She did it to save Pabu. They wouldn’t have stopped searching until they found her. It was only a matter of time.” He glances down, notices his hand and grips it in the other. “I tried to reason with her. She knew the risks.

“But I failed to protect her,” Crosshair continues. “I was supposed to get a tracker on the ship, but I missed. I missed, and she doesn’t know. She trusted me to make the shot, and I missed.” He fists his trembling hand. “I’m sorry, Hunter.”

The initial, reactive twist of Hunter’s features as the news settles is hidden behind his helmet. They just got her back, and the Empire snatched her away again. Righteous anger burns deep, and it takes every piece of Hunter’s exhausted resolve not to become violent, to throw something, break something, destroy something. It isn’t fair, what this galaxy has taken from them, has done to them, over and over again.

Hunter takes a staggered step forward, and Crosshair flinches. It is subtle, almost imperceptible. But Hunter sees it, and his heart fractures further. His anger does not extend to Crosshair. How could it, when he sees his own turmoil and regret reflected in his little brother’s averted eyes? Hunter puts his anger away, thrusts it into the darkest corner of his mind to fester, and reaches up to take off his helmet. Crosshair’s gaze slides over to meet his as soon as his face is exposed.

“I know you did everything you could,” Hunter says. He swallows. There is no comfort in the truth, just the reality. “Omega would have gone with or without you backing her up.”

Hunter remembers seeing his sister after he and Wrecker were captured, small and fierce, energy bow drawn, refusing to hide away if there was any possibility of saving her brothers. Omega isn’t a soldier, but loyalty and sacrifice are saturated in her blood. Just like Tech.

Naked surprise twitches Crosshair’s expression before settling back into careful neutral. He nods stiffly, looking away. “She put the people of Pabu before herself, risked everything so that we might find Tantiss. I was ambushed by troopers when I was lining up the shot for the tracker. I…I couldn’t recover my position in time…”

Hunter rests a hand on Crosshair’s pauldron. “Omega won’t blame you, Cross. I don’t blame you. We’ll find her again.”

Crosshair swallows visibly and steadies himself before looking Hunter in the eye again. A small, despondent smile quirks the edge of his lips. “Not if she finds us first.”

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dalekofchaos · 1 year

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Episode IX Battle Of Knights by AJ Pratt

an concepts for an alternate Episode IX of Star Wars titled 'Battle of Knights

Rey

With the galaxy depending on her, Rey reforms the Jedi order and trains force-sensitive beings in secret to avoid being hunted by the dominant First Order. She develops expert skills in stealth and evasion, using these skills to become the first Jedi Shadow. As a shadow Rey is able to intervene when necessary and use the force in unique ways to help those in need without drawing attention. Her secondary responsibilities are to the Resistance as an officer of the New Republic. She guides her allies through the realm of scavenging, helping them rebuild with limited resources to survive the First Order's onslaught.

Finn & Poe Dameron

Poe Dameron embraces his role as head of the resistance and leads his honorable soldiers by example. Finn discovers his force sensitivity and trains under Rey and the other masters of the new Jedi Order. Instead of becoming a Jedi, he re-establishes the order of the Guardians of the Whills. (Finn utilizes scavenged jet trooper armor and a custom "powersaber")

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

As Supreme Leader of the First Order, the systems under the control of Kylo Ren prosper under the firm grasp of the order. He becomes more respected than Snoke and his tyranny, though Hux's rampage across the galaxy continues to draw the righteous wrath of those outside the First Order's expanding jurisdiction (a fact that the citizens of the order conveniently ignore). Kylo Ren falls in battle to the reborn Palpatine, only for his spirit to return to his body with the help of Anakin Skywalker's ghost. The resurrected Ben Solo fights together with Rey once more to put an end to the true menace.

Darth Talon

Formerly a gladiator within the pits of Exegol, Taliann joins the First Order as Kylo Ren's right hand, the Dark Talon, executing any task assigned to her perfectly and without fail. She later abandons the First Order after its defeat to lead the Sith as Darth Talon.

The First Order

A surviving clone of Palpatine raises a clone of Rey into an assassin of the dark side. Phasma returns from her defeat full of hatred and serves the Sith as the head Jedi Killer. Hux ascends to the role of Supreme Commander of the First Order.

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knightprincess · 1 month

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Scars (Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader) Part 3

Warning: None Words: 1.9k Pronouns Used: She/Her - Use of Y/N and N/N (nickname)

"Koh-To-Ya, Master Plo," whispered (Y/N) upon waking. Looking around her quarters, she saw Plo peacefully reading over something on his datapad in the corner of the room. The room was just as quiet; no sound seemed to penetrate the durasteel walls despite the airbase being just meters away.

"Koh-To-Ya, Little (N/N)," called Plo in response, shifting to place the datapad down and move closer to her. As normal, his voice was calm and filled with wisdom. All his swift motions across the room suggested that the concerns plaguing him had finally been settled. "How are you feeling?" questioned the wise Jedi Master the moment he was at her side. The medics had done a good job patching her up; a few stitches were all that remained of the head injury she'd sustained, and in a few weeks, there would be no trace of it. The gash to her side, however, would take a little longer to heal properly; it still sent numbing twinges or a sharp shot of pain to remind her it was there.

"Like I fell down a chasm," replied (Y/N), her voice scratchy and broken from a prolonged period without use. Your Commander, is he okay?" she asked with concern, forgetting her own injuries and well-being in favor of the battle-worn commander she'd tried to save. As her fuzzy memories cleared up, she recalled catching him with the stem cells and vaguely recalled his yelled response. "Is he still pissed off?" she questioned, not bothering to sugarcoat her words, even in the face of her master.

"Wolffe made a full recovery and was cleared for active duty a few days ago," responded Plo, not speaking of the changes he noticed regarding the loyal commander, at least not yet. "He's not angry, more confused, conflicted even," he added, bringing a taloned hand to his chin as if to ponder the changes. Many times, Plo found Wolffe watching over (Y/N) while off duty. His view of Night Sister, in particular, was changing, or at least his previous opinions of (Y/N) had. She was no longer an enemy, although Wolffe was clearly trying to figure out what she was to him now.

"How long have I been out?" questioned (Y/N), at least having enough sense to realize it was far longer than a few hours, even more so if Wolffe had been cleared for duty days prior. "The 916th, what's to happen with them?" she added, her concern turning to the troopers she'd previously led rather than to her own health and healing. Rightly so, the Jedi Knight knew she'd be reassigned soon enough. The council never seemed to hesitate to send her around the galaxy.

"Calm (N/N), the 916th are well taken care of; Master Yoda has taken command for now," asserted Plo, placing a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder as if to aid in calming her and ensure she did not overexert herself. "You've been asleep for five rotations," he informed, seeing the shock wash over her features before being replaced with a more neutral expression. After a while, (Y/N) simply nodded, although she was still collecting her scattered thoughts and senses. She'd been out that long, and no one tried to transfer her back to Coruscant or a long-term medbay. Quickly, she figured Plo had prevented it; after all, her fear, almost hatred of medbays, wasn't a secret she kept to herself. Anyone who knew her knew she refused to be near a medbay after the events that transpired as a child.

"I'm to be reassigned, aren't I?" commented (Y/N), her tone flat as she worded the question more matter-of-factly. She knew she would be reassigned, but the question was where and for how long this time.

"Indeed you are," voiced Plo in response, taking a seat at her side once again, taking on the role of a father figure rather than a Jedi Master. "Shaak Ti has requested you return to Kamino. She says there is a specific unit that will benefit from your training," spoke the Kel Dor. "While there, I'd advise you to acquaint yourself with the Commando units. You're to be assigned as their permanent commander."

"What changed the council's mind?" asked (Y/N) before she had a chance to stop the question from leaving her lips. However, she didn't regret asking it. She knew that if she didn't, it would eat away at her until she eventually found the courage to ask.

"I put the notion to the council after the Wolf Pack mentioned it. As did several council members, both the senate and the commandoes agreed," recalled Plo, hearing the quiet thank you in response. Although he was sure, she meant it for more than just her new assignments. More than likely, she referred to remaining at the base instead of waking up in a clinical medbay somewhere, surrounded by reminders of the past she tried so hard to suppress and bombarded by the memories and anxiety it would cause.

Just moments after (Y/N) fell into peaceful slumber again, a buzzing sound emanated from the door. The second it opened, Comet entered, holding on to (Y/N)'s lightsabers, the graceful weapons he'd spent hours most nights trying to mend, with little luck. The most he'd been able to do with his limited knowledge was to get the damaged one to buzz and overheat before powering off. Other than that, his only success was to add a little wolf charm to the hilt of the twin duel lightsabers. If only so (Y/N) had a reminder of them when she eventually left.

"Wolffe's pacing around the hall again," gently spoke Comet, his voice quiet so as not to wake the peaceful Jedi again. Plo nodded once more before leaving the room, placing a hand on Comet's shoulder.

Since the fall, Wolffe has been different. He's all-focused and still does his job perfectly when on duty, but he seemed confused and even conflicted when off duty. Plo had noticed and subtly told his commander he was there should he feel the need to speak of what bothered him. The wise Kel Dor could sense the conflicted feelings and confusion revolving around (Y/N) and her actions to save him and will to do so at a great cost to herself, even after his prior treatment of her.

"Runi," quietly voiced Comet, his words no louder than a whisper. His attention was on the lightsabers clutched in his gloved hands. I tried fixing your lightsaber, but it doesn't like me. It buzzes and overheats now. Kinda like Wolffe when he's off duty," he joked, stepping closer to (Y/N), seemingly peacefully sleeping. No doubt, the powerful painkillers had kicked in. "I don't know if anyone else said this, but thank you for saving our grumpy brother. He appreciates it too, even if he doesn't outwardly show it," finished Comet, as he gently placed the lightsabers on the shelf just behind where (Y/N) slept. After completing his task, he left the room once more, making sure the door slid shut properly before leaving, only glancing back upon hearing Wolffe's familiar all-be-it hesitated growls, likely warding away the civvi medic again.

"This is the most I've seen Wolffe confused in some time," stated Boost, witnessing as the commander began to pace back and forth. He was agitated, confused, and clearly conflicted, more so than he normally was. There was little doubt (Y/N) was the cause of his confusion, especially if the mumbled words in the dead of night and sleep were anything to go by.

"I don't know; he was pretty messed up after losing his eye," replied Sinker, recalling the struggle well. In Wolffe's mind, all Jedi became lightsaber-wielding maniacs, even their wise General Plo. Civvi's were still unknown territory for Wolffe; he'd yet to regain the confidence he'd once had before the Malevolence and losing his eye. After the Malevolence, the commander had begun to shut himself off and closed off his heart from caring about others for fear he'd lose them like all those at Abregardo.

Asajj Ventress, taking his eye, forced away any softness Wolffe may have had toward those outside his brothers and Wolf Pack. He became so much colder towards Civvi, always expecting judgment from them, normally harsh judgment at that. Most of the time, he didn't give civvies a chance to know him or see the softer side that had become a well-guarded secret.

"He likes her. What's to be confused about?" voiced Warthog, leaning against the wall. Normally, he'd take the chance to tease Wolffe, but he knew better than to do that at the moment. Especially when the chances of his head being bitten off were higher than normal. "You know, other than she's a Night Sister, and he swore to hate all Children of Dathomir," chuckled the pilot, knowing if Wolffe heard him now, he'd be growled at for days.

"Did you return her sabers?" came Wolffe's booming voice, startling the group of four. Warthog, in particular, paled as he turned to face his commander. He'd expected to see the normal flat unamusement painted on Wolffe's features, but instead, he was met with something else entirely. Wolffe clearly displayed his exhaustion, although that didn't stop the commander from whacking the pilot upside the head, at least confirming he'd heard his words. "I'm not confused. I just ... don't understand her."

"She'll be leaving soon. Should be easier for you to forget about her and return to your grouchy self," spoke the second civvi medic. This one was male and hardly a joy to be around. Most of the time, he'd taken delight in naming each clone insulting names, calling them by their identification numbers, or just outright being callous. "I doubt that would be much trouble for the rest of you mindless soldiers."

"Is it still against the rules to shoot civvi personnel?" asked Sinker, making sure his words were loud enough for the civvi to hear as he all but stomped away. No doubt, he was heading to (Y/N)'s quarters to check on her. Now she had woken, it would only be a matter of time before she was set to Kamino for her next assignment.

"Unfortunately, yes," voiced Boost in response, rolling his own brown eyes at the thought of having to put up with the civvi for several more months, at least until his rotation with them ended. "As much as I agree, the temptation to commit said war crime is there. It's not worth the court marshaling we'd get for it."

"General Plo's disappointment would be far worse," Wolffe said before walking away, hearing the boys following along as if they understood his silent intentions of returning to the barracks. However, the commander became suspicious of their motives. Were they following to keep out of trouble or to begin the thought-out interrogation they had been summing up the courage to commit for days?

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Appendix: Some Nerd Appearances of David Warner

Teen Titans Go! - The Lobe (2020)

Mary Poppins Returns - Admiral Boom (2018)

The Alienist - Professor Cavanaugh (2018)

The Amazing World of Gumball - Dr Wrecker (2015 - 2016)

Baldur's Gate: Siege of Dragonspear - Jon Irenicus (2016)

Southern Troopers - Admiral Warner (2015)

Penny Dreadful - Professor Abraham Van Helsing (2014)

Doctor Who - Professor Grisenko (2013)

Wizard - Merlin (2013)

The Evil Clergyman - The Evil Clergyman (2012)

The Secret of Crickley Hall - Percy Judd (2012)

A Thousand Kisses Deep - Max (2011)

Tron: The Next Day - Ed Dillenger (2011)

Graceless - Daniel (2010)

Doctor Who: Dreamland - Lord Azlok (2009)

Hogfather - Lord Downey (2006)

The League of Gentlemen's Apocalypse - Dr Erasmus Pea (2005)

Cyber Wars - Joseph Lau (2004)

Cortex - Master of the Organization (2004)

Dr Jeckyll & Mr Hyde - Sir Danvers Carew (2003)

The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy - Nergal (2001 - 2003)

The Code Conspiracy - Professor (2002)

The Little Unicorn - Ted Regan (2001)

Planet of the Apes - Senator Sandar (2001)

Men In Black animated - Alpha (1997 - 2001)

Star Trek: Klingon Academy - Chancellor Gorkon (2000)

The Secret Adventures of Jules Verne - Arago (2000)

Buzz Lightyear of Star Command - Lord Angstrom (2000)

Batman Beyond - Ra's Al Ghul (2000)

Baldur's Gate II: Shadows of Amn (2000)

Star Wars: Force Commander - Grand Gen Brashin

Superman animated - Ra's Al Ghul (1999)

Descent 3 - Dravis (1999)

The Outer Limits - Inspector (1995 - 1999)

Total Recall 2070 - Dr Felix Latham (1999)

Wing Commander - Admiral Geoffery (1999)

Toonsylvania - Doctor Vic Frankenstien (1998)

Houdini - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1998)

Fallout - Morpheus (1997)

Spider-Man animated - Herbert Landon (1995 - 1997)

Preversions of Science - Dr Nordhoff (1997)

Freakazoid - The Lobe (1995 - 1997)

Captain Simian & the Space Monkeys - the Glyph (1997)

Privateer 2 - Rhinehart (1996)

Beast Master III - Lord Agon (1996)

Gargoyles - Archmage (1995)

Iron Man - Arthur Dearborn (1995)

Batman animated - Ra's Al Ghul (1992 - 1995)

Final Equinox - Shilow (1995)

Biker Mice from Mars - Ice Breaker (1995)

Mighty Max - Talon (1994)

Babylon 5 - Aldous Gajic (1994)

Lois and Clark the New Adventures - Jor-El (1994)

Adventures of Brisco County Jr - Winston Smiles (1993)

Quest of the Delta Knights - Lord Vultare (1993)

Body Bags - Dr Lock (1993)

Wild Palms - Eli Levitt (1993)

Dinosaurs - Spirit of the Tree (1993)

Star Trek the Next Generation - Gul Madred (1992)

Captain Planet and the Planeteers - Zarm (1992)

Tales from the Crypt - Dr Alan Goetz (1992)

Return to the Lost World - Professor Summerlee (1992)

The Lost World - Professor Summerlee (1992)

Star Trek VI - Chancellor Gorkon (1991)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II - Professor Jordan (1991)

Twin Peaks - Thomas Eckhardt (1991)

Spymaker - Adm Godfry (1990)

Star Trek V - St John Talbot (1989)

Worlds Beyond - Ken Larkin (1988)

My Best Friend is a Vampire - Professor Leopold (1987)

Frankenstien - the creature (1984)

The Man With Two Brains - Dr Alfred (1983)

Tron - Ed Dillenger (1982)

Time Bandits - Evil Genius (1981)

Time After Time - Dr John Leslie/Jack the Ripper (1979)

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dukeoftheblackstar · 8 months

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Hey I don’t know if you’re taking requests, or know someone that is, but I’m feeling a Plo Koon x timid fem!reader fic, rating is dealers choice! Have a great day!!

Summary: Aboard the Triumphant, your fate is sealed amidst your numerous failure.

Pairing: Plo Koon / Reader

Word Count: 1K

Rating: F for Fluff. F for Foolishness.

Notes: The best means of healing and comfort isn't always through a plethora of words and wisdom — sometimes you just gotta yeet that shit out into space with new found friends and better opportunity. Oh and yeah, trust the force or whatever.

Color thingies because I'm deranged to not use them: Orange: Plo Koon Pink: You/Reader Blue: Commander Wolffe Purple: Sinker, Boost, Warthog, Comet

Perfect divider by @idontgetanysleep with itty, bitty, cutie-patootie Plo Koon face ♥

You did what you were supposed to— or at least tried, for that matter. The instructions were pretty clear and simple even for someone who had just boarded the Triumphant after barely making the cut to be a medic. The choice was either to be retrained under a more draconian approach having failed a shy number of times, had it not been for the strings that latched onto your shoulder for having a guardian with amicable connections, or be decommissioned. Not that you would suffer the same fate as the clones for being an external resource, but to no longer be of contribution to the cause of peace in the ever-chaotic galaxy is no better than death itself.

And you were ecstatic —even for a fleeting moment when news of you being assigned to the 104th came about. You’ve heard so much of Master Jedi General Plo Koon and the Wolfpack that you couldn’t really blame why some clones aspire to be under the warm hand of the highly revered and ‘tamed’ Jedi as opposed to the boisterous bunch of Generals Skywalker and Kenobi. You were beyond elated that you’ve missed hours of sleep as you were finally jettisoned from Coruscant to board the venator-class ship that you’ve become quite a jittery mess.

And so here you are; standing before a box of refurbished datapads with not a single device flickering to life as if the protruding ports smashed and torn weren’t enough to instill how much of a failure you are — how much, a simple task efficiency eludes you as how all the tasks before today had done the same.

You might as well just step off the ramp right now and float aimlessly in space to mirror the emptiness you bring to the galaxy with your pathetic existence, right? Might as well just step into the sun and at least allow yourself to be a source of kindling that may burn brighter and serve hope to the fallen like yourself. Might as well —

“Might I interest you in a little distraction, little one?”

Plo Koon, in his towering frame that was both intimidating and of a soothing presence, had placed his talon-clad hand over your shoulder; a gentle squeeze to merit your attention as you turn and immediately lower your head with irises shaken in search of words to offer your most-sincerest apologies for having brought the incorrect package.

“I’m… I’m sorry, sir.” Even your apology was barely acceptable by your standards that you felt even smaller. So small that you were a rough estimate of twenty-nine seconds away from welling up for failing so miserably these past few days. It has deterred your morning routines of self-affirmation knowing fully that you are only to fail once more — and you have indeed yet again. You weren’t much of a talker either; you were that of a shy nature, timid on all accounts.

You hear a soft thud and wince — not that you were hurt or anything, but you were so easily frightened when it comes to failure, thinking he would have struck you or at least commanded a trooper to escort you out of the premises and off to the uncertainties of life.

But no, it clearly wasn’t that at all.

As you gaze up to inspect the sound, you see Plo Koon holding a metallic bat made of scraps, worn of usage with blurred writings and the Wolfpack’s insignia drawn on different angles including the signage on the 104th’s ships, Plo’s Bros.

You watch his wrist turn and swing the bat lightly, testing it with a firm grip at the hilt.

“When in training…” He began, pausing dramatically like the true, theatrical Baran Do Sage that he is apart from being a Master Jedi. “... the only failure is not to learn from your defeats.”

Before you could ask, you see him turn, grasp the hilt of the bat with both hands, swing as one refurbished datapad flew over his head and met the bat with such precision that it was out in the vastness of space in less than a second.

“Nice shot, General.”

Your eyes were drawn promptly to Boost who offered a cheerful greeting and a wink, tossing another broken datapad in his hand ready to putt. Comet and Warthog beside him holding a singular digit of 1 and 0 in solidarity, while Sinker rummaged through the box of unusable datapads you’ve carried.

Plo turns to you and extends his hand, guiding and insisting you take the plunge.

“Your turn, sweetness.” You hear Sinker from behind you, ushering you towards their beloved General who then welcomed you with a rather secure hold as he positioned himself behind.

You feel the warmth of his palm enveloping the back of your hand in contrast to the stannic bat that latched on your grip. He guides your other hand to firmly take hold before leaning over your shoulder.

“Remember, my dear, you always pass failure on your way to success.”

With that, Plo steps a mindful distance and turns to Boost with a nod. “Consider this your official initiation to the 104th.”

And right before the turn of events fruition, you hear yet another voice approaching.

“Ah, Commander Wolffe. How good of you to join us.” Says Plo Koon.

“General. Boys.” Wolffe replies in his stern and gruff note. “You do realize that I have to file a report on this.”

In fear, you turn to Plo whose brow creases were far from being tensed let alone bothered. He turns to Wolffe and motions for Boost to ready his aim.

Wolffe sighs in both an exasperated and amused manner, arms tucked behind his back as he turns heel and bid farewell. “You best make that shot or you’re off this ship, miss.”

“You heard the commander. I believe in you, little one. Make your mark.”

And indeed you have —with a newfound determination and a steady grip, you’ve allowed yourself to not only trust in the Force, your new comrades, your new General, and your new role, but have also found it within you to trust the most important aspect of existence;

♥̷ ̷Y̷ ̷O̷ ̷U̷ ̷R̷ ̷S̷ ̷E̷ ̷L̷ ̷F̷ ̷♥̷

Welcome aboard the Triumphant, little love ♥ Where PloHours and 104th Foolishness is operational 24/7. I hope you enjoy this and that this was is at least a little close to your ask because oh-my-god, did I have to Google so much meaning equivalents of ‘timid’.

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Rating: M

Word count: 6.9K

Pairing: Commander Neyo x OC General Lara Lin

Warnings: implied clone warfare, dark humor, snarky banter

Excerpt Summary - Part 2 of the Neyo vs Lara chapter. Using the intel Neyo and his group collected, the Dragon Company is sent to find General Grievous. Neyo has met his match if he thinks he can bully General Lin into fearing him.

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Excerpt:

Lara walked to the ramp of the Talon, escorted by Fives, Rex, and Cody. While she couldn’t take Rex with her on the mission, they had at least seconded Fives to their group for this trip to the small Outer Rim backwater Neyo had given them as the location for Grievous. Pausing at the foot of the ramp, she looked up at her sleek flagship, its black and red paint with gray hues giving the onlookers the impression of dragon scales. Lara was proud of the detail Anakin, Kenobi and Rex had paid when getting the ship outfitted for her, taking the time to put an intimidating paint scheme on her, befitting the Dragon Company.

She glanced over at Rex and Cody and said, “Well, guess I’ll see you when I see you. Hope this doesn’t turn into a wild goose chase.”

Cody smiled at her and said, “Neyo and his group are usually pretty spot on with the information. There will definitely be something there, though whether Grievous still is - that’s up for debate. You and your lunatic Dragons be safe, General.” He reached out his hand for hers, and she answered by grasping it, skinning the fingers and giving him a firm fist bump.

“We’ll be fine. Keep Rex out of trouble,” she said with a smile. Rex smiled back into Lara’s eyes, and they repeated the little handshake, though they lingered a bit before giving each other fist bumps. They couldn’t say goodbye properly with a whole ship full of clones watching, as well as all the dock workers.

Lara turned to look at Fives and gave him a little nod with her head, gesturing to the ship, and the two of them started up the ramp. “Gonna be just like old times, General,” Fives said with a chuckle.

“I do hope so, though it’ll be a bit less sunny with Neyo skulking around.” She looked up at the large hangar when they entered the ship, watching all the crew members moving to and fro, getting ready to sail. “I wonder if I can contrive to stuff him in a broom closet for the duration of the flight, so we can continue on our merry way?”

Fives snorted. “You know the scary thing is - I know you’re actually enjoying baiting that guy, and looking forward to however else you can dig the claws in. You’d better be careful around him - he’s known for being able to sniff out all sorts of dirt on everyone.”

“Eh, I wouldn’t call the knowledge of me and Rex so much ‘dirt’ at this point. Everyone knows. They just pretend they don’t.” The pair headed for the lift that would take them to the bridge. Lara and Fives were a striking pair - the rakishly handsome ARC Trooper in his full kit, carrying his helmet under his right arm, and the stunningly beautiful, tall General in her shining enameled, bejeweled armor and chain mail, her great sword’s hilt peeking over her shoulder while her short sword and dagger swung at her hips. Her mane of curls draped over her shoulders and down her back, bouncing slightly as she strode down the hallways of the Venator with her friend at her side. Fives was more than just a friend, though it was difficult to pin down a definition of his place in her life. There was only ever the thinnest layer of control between them, keeping them from ripping their armor off and finding a broom closet of their own.

When the door of the lift opened on the bridge of the Talon, heads turned to see the General step out, Fives one step behind on her left. She proceeded gracefully across the room, acknowledging the welcoming nods of the clone staff, her head high like a queen entering her throne room. She saw Admiral Shepherd standing before the great expansive windscreens, Primer and Neyo on either side of a holo table, watching each other with very guarded expressions.

Neyo saw the General arrive on deck and was actually rather taken aback by how changed she was in her armor. Only a completely blind fool would have thought she wasn’t beautiful, but her whole demeanor was different from the day he’d met her. She carried herself like a queen, head high, back straight, a composed air about herself that immediately snapped one to attention, knowing a leader was approaching. The clone commander watched her silently as she moved forward to speak to Admiral Shepherd, greeting him with a warm smile. He felt the eyes of both Primer and Fives watching him, sizing up his reaction to their General, both men perhaps a little nervous for her sake.

“Well, Shep, what say you to getting this ship off the ground? We’ve got a fairly long journey ahead of us.”

Admiral Shepherd smiled back at Lara; he truly admired and respected her as his partner in crime after having worked so closely with her Company. He knew her quirks and manner of leadership now without any question, and had gotten used to her insistence on blaring music everywhere they went over the loudspeakers. He no longer minded it and had long ago realized that the crew worked somewhat better, able to focus around the noise in a way that seemed sharper and more relaxed. He turned to address the room and said “The Dragon Rider is aboard, men. Admiral has the con.”

The Chief of the Boat replied “Admiral has the con!”

“Helmsman, right full rudder, come to heading 060, quarter steam, make our course hyperspace lane 151.” Shepherd gave the commands easily, watching as the crew moved to quickly and smoothly carry them out, their replies sharp and succinct to indicate their receipt and understanding. The Talon started to move, pulling away from the pier of the GAR space port. Lara stood before the large windscreens, watching silently as the towers and skyscrapers of Coruscant started to slide by, then dwindle as the ship gained altitude. “No music today, General?,” Shep asked her quietly.

Lara’s head came up, a small smirk on her face. “When we get out of atmosphere. I’m not sure Marshal Commander Grumpy Pants would approve.” She didn’t even look at him, but her voice carried to the clone behind her. Lara didn’t see Fives purse his lips in amusement, looking down at his boots quickly, nor Primer’s quick glance at her back. Neyo himself shot the other two a look. Lara turned, pulling a small rectangular disk from her pocket. She stepped over to the COB’s station and handed him the disk and murmured, “I’ll let you know when the time is right.”

“Very good, General,” the COB replied.

Lara stepped over to Primer to make small talk about the Company, whether all the small details were sorted. He answered in the affirmative, filling her in on some relatively unimportant information, assuring her that everything was ready for their mission. Meanwhile, the ship picked up both speed and altitude under the command of Admiral Shepherd. Once they were in the void of space, outside of Coruscant, Lara pulled her phone from the thigh pocket of her breeches, and thumbed through the screens to the music app. Without looking at the COB, she said “Alright Chief, it’s time. Let’s have some tunes.” The COB plugged the disk into a port and punched a button, activating the shipboard speaker system. Lara picked a first song and hit play. The opening chords of “Remember the Name” started streaming from the sound system and everyone aboard seemed to mentally move into a different headspace, ready for the mission, relaxed but anticipating the action to come.

Neyo watched the proceedings quietly, taking note of the easy manner in which the crew interacted with each other, the Admiral and the General. They seemed to be a well oiled machine, all confidant and well practiced in their roles. And it was clear that everyone there both respected and loved their leader. He’d seen nothing of the flighty, almost unprofessionally bubbly woman he’d met the day of the planning committee.

The ship’s crew got them into hyperspace, safe on their journey, and Lara nodded to the Admiral. “Alrighty then, Shep. I’m going to retire to my quarters. Gimme a holler if you need something.” She stepped over to Primer and Fives and said, “For my part, boys, you’re dismissed. Come get me if you need anything.”

Everyone murmured acceptance of her parting words as she made her way off the bridge, heading for her quarters. Suddenly she heard a voice call her back. “General Lin, what are my orders?” Neyo actually wasn’t all that interested in what she wanted him to do, but he was rankled that she’d ignored him the entire time he’d stood there.

“Oh, Commander Neyo…” her tone laced with a layer of amused loathing. “Forgive me, I did not see you there.” Everyone knew she’d seen him there, and she saw Fives reach up to cover a smile on his face, turning into a bit of thoughtful stroking of his goatee. “I don’t particularly have any orders for you; we have a guy over cleaning the toilets already.” She saw Primer’s head snap toward the windscreens to hide a laugh. “Maybe you could get a bucket of prop wash and go clean out the fallopian tubes in the engine room?”

Neyo’s neck started to creep with a dull red of annoyance at her sass. He was well aware of what she was suggesting; he was no ignorant rookie. “I mean a real assignment, General. I could perhaps update you on the latest information we have obtained, or be dismissed to my own devices,” he fairly snarled in a clipped voice, the strain of not biting back with insults evident.

“Perhaps when we get closer to our destination, Neyo. I have some very pressing, highly interesting paint to watch dry in my quarters and I’m afraid I just can’t spare the time for you right now.”

Neyo stared back at her, fury flaming in his hard brown eyes. “Very well, General. I will be sure to report to your quarters at the top of every hour, just to check in on the most appropriate time for an intelligence update.”

Lara let that veiled threat sink in, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes a bit. “Fine, Needo. Come on. Walk and talk.” Lara turned on her heel, striding purposefully for the lift; she punched the button to call it, smashing it like she imagined she was gouging Neyo’s eye out with her thumb. She heard him follow behind her quickly, almost running to catch up at the last; he felt sure she’d love nothing more than closing the elevator door in his face and leaving him to wait for the next ride. He heard Lara sigh a little disgustedly when he turned to stand beside her, shooting Primer a look of displeasure at the last moment, as the door slid shut on the pair. She muttered, “Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate,” in a dramatically low voice as the elevator descended to the level of her stateroom. Neyo had no idea what language she’d just spoken in, but he could at least understand that the tone indicated a distinct lack of enthusiasm for her company.

The lift door opened on the hallway; her quarters were at the end of the corridor. “So do you actually have an update or are you here just to haunt my steps like a ghoul?”

“General, I assure you, I could find all manner of things I’d rather be doing than remaining in your presence. For both of our sakes, I will make this quick.” Neyo didn’t look at her as he spoke, carefully concentrating on the approaching gray door.

“Very good, Commander.” She reached out and punched in the code for the door, stepping across the threshold when it snapped open. The clone followed her in quietly. Lara immediately walked over to the clothes tree standing against the wall, lifting her great sword, bow and quiver off over her head and setting them to lean against the bulkhead wall. Looking back she said shortly, “Have a seat Commander. You can start the briefing.”

Neyo took a seat at her desk, watching as she removed the layers of her armor, finally stripping off the chain mail shirt and hanging everything neatly on the clothes tree. She shrugged her shoulders a bit to relax after unloading the weight of her armor, then turned to step over to the desk. She was wearing the thin, translucent shift she customarily wore beneath the mail to prevent chafing; the clone took in the form of her curves and the dark shape of her sports bra through the gauzy material. Lara pulled the chair back and plopped down in it, leaning back and propping her boots on the edge of the desk, her hands folded over her abdomen, her snapping blue eyes fixed on him coolly. For a brief moment Neyo wasn’t sure where to begin, and couldn’t form words.

Lara raised an eyebrow, watching him stare at her. “I’ll remind you, Needles, I have many other incredibly uninteresting things I could be doing, rather than watching you sit her and glower at me. Tick tock.”

Neyo cocked his head a little at hearing her mispronounce his name - again - then started to speak. He reached into a pocket on his belt, removing a holo disc, and placed it on her desk, activating it. He moved through the briefing quickly, updating her on the new information blandly, watching as the General listened attentively, silently. When he was done, he removed the disc from her desk and stood. “If the General has any questions, I am at your disposal.”

“Oh, to be sure. Thank you, Commander.” Lara sat up, putting her feet on the floor again. She stood, turning her back on him, assuming he would show himself out. When she realized he was still standing before her desk, she turned around, her look askance.

“Am I dismissed, General?,” he asked in a cool voice.

“Very. Buh-bye, Nemo.” She turned away from him again, her whole posture dismissive. Get the point and leave, she thought to herself in an annoyed manner.

“I am at the General’s service,” he said with a little bow.

“Duly noted, Commander.” She was rifling through a drawer beneath the bunk, looking for a comfortable shirt to change into. As she pulled a baggy sweatshirt out of the folded clothes, she caught sight of the persistent clone still in her room. Lara stopped, turned to face him full on, and stood to her full height. “Neyoda. What the hell do you want? You’ve been dismissed. I’ve told you bye. I’ve turned my back to you in as clear a motion of ignoring you, as I could contrive. Why are you still here?!,” she asked, exasperation clear in her words.

“I have yet to hear you say ‘You are dismissed, Marshal Commander Neyo.’” There was a little gleam of amusement in his eyes as he delivered the reply; she was going to use his name correctly if he had to stand here and stare at her for an hour. Lara stared back at him, her face a bit blank at this challenge, then she ducked her chin a little and glared at him from under her lashes.

“Try this on for size, then. Get. Out. Marshal Commander Newman.” Of course he wouldn’t know what she meant, but she could completely envision the curl of Jerry Seinfeld’s lip as he snarled the name out.

“That is not my…” His words were cut off as she stepped around the desk and forcibly grabbed his shoulders, turning him and hustling him toward the door. To his surprise she was every bit as strong as any clone, and he had no choice but to move with her. She shoved him into the hall, half hurling him. Neyo quickly stood and turned, ready to finish his comment, but saw her raise her hand and shake her head at the same time.

“Don’t you dare, or you’ll be doing a FOD walk on the hull in hyperspace,” she said imperiously, pointing her finger at him. “Now, shoo.” Lara hit the button to close the door between them and then made a face behind it that he’d never see. What a pain in her ass, she thought. The door snapped open and she whirled, thinking she was going to absolutely lose her shit if Neyo was trying to come back for round two. She froze in surprise at seeing Fives and Primer, and relaxed visibly. “Oh, thank god, it’s you two.” She turned away and walked back to her bunk, quickly pulling the hooded sweatshirt over her head and arms while the two clones traded amused looks.

“Neyo get the better of you?,” Primer asked with a little chuckle.

“He did not. I was just warming up.” Lara rolled her eyes a little and bent to rifle through her bag for her iPad, then she came back to her desk and plopped back into her chair. “What can I do for you two gentlemen?,” she asked smoothly.

Fives sat in one of the chairs opposite her, leaning back and sprawling his legs out in relaxation. Primer took the other, sitting comfortably but less messily than Fives. “We were bored, and came to see what you were up to, and to know if you needed backup. Or a cleaning crew to disappear the murder we felt sure was coming,” Primer drawled out with a grin.

“Murder won’t be necessary. I can handle ole Ney-ewt there. He’ll make it back to Coruscant alive and in one piece, I promise.” Lara looked at her two friends - subordinates yes, but both so much more than that at this point in the war. “We’ve got what? Two days on the Talon until we get to wherever this place is? We can get in plenty of training between now and then with the men. Send out a general message and tell them meet up in the hangar in a couple of hours.”

Primer nodded and rose to leave so he could spread the order. Fives remained sitting in his chair. As soon as the door closed behind Primer he looked at Lara flatly and asked, “You do know Neyo isn’t a guy to be messed with, right? If you start a war with him, you better be able to finish it.”

Lara smiled and shook her head, rolling her eyes lightly. “It’ll be fine. He’s just a guy I love to hate at the moment, complete entertainment. Besides, under all that ice, I think he’s all bluff.”

Fives shook his head at her, eyes wide. “I don’t think so, Lara. I’m pretty sure that man was created without a soul.”

“Well, he’s no ginger, and he’s got something stirring around in there, else he wouldn’t have taken the time to have someone tattoo his name on his face. A man who’s got pride, has spirit, and therefore some kind of soul. It might be a thoroughly rotten one, smelling of death and bad cheese, but hey it’s there.”

Fives laughed. “If you say so. Just, be careful around that guy. Spooks can’t be trusted.

“A truer statement there never was. I’ll make a bet with you - 100 credits that he’ll show some form of actual human activity before the trip is out.” Fives thought about it and then nodded, reaching over to shake on the deal. Lara sat back and asked, “Okay, my friend, what are we watching today?” The two of them settled in at her desk and flipped through her extensive library of movies and TV shows. Fives was working his way through the Marvel series, and so this time he requested Thor: Ragnarok. They watched the movie, laughing along at the funny parts and sass until it was time to head for the hangar for physical training with the Dragon Company.

Two days’ flight brought them to the mysterious Outer Rim system Neyo had designated as the current lair of Grievous. Admiral Shepherd kept the Talon in the region but far enough from the planet to shroud their presence, while they worked through what scans of the surface they had available. On the bridge, Shepherd, General Lin, Neyo and his two spy buddies, Fives and Primer worked to come up with a plan for getting to the surface and moving on the structure the rogue cyborg general was supposedly hiding in. Lara stood back, watching the information on the holo table critically, while listening to the team hash out suggestions.

The team came up with a workable plan, and got to the surface to carry it out, but as with many best intentions, there was no Grievous present on the surface to capture. The facility was empty save for battle droids, which was a complicating factor but not over all a bad thing. The men got to blow them up, the dragon got to incinerate some, and it seemed everyone went home happy. Except for Neyo.

His intel had proved incorrect, and the mission had in fact turned into a wild goose chase. He could see that General Lin and Primer weren’t overly upset about it; in fact they seemed quite content with the day’s work. But Neyo felt the cold hand of shame creeping up his neck, knowing he would have to answer for being wrong, dragging a battle group out to the middle of nowhere, burning precious fuel reserves and supplies, for what amounted to target practice.

Baiulus landed a short distance away from the Venator as the ramp dropped, and Lara watched the progress of her troops from his back, keeping an ever mindful eye out for any droids that might appear. On the whole, the trip was a waste of fuel, but good practice for the men. There were only a few wounded casualties, and Volte assured her they would be perfectly fine by the time they got back to Coruscant. When the last of the clones boarded, leaving only Fives, Neyo and Primer on the ground, Lara dismounted the dragon and patted him on the jaw, murmuring praise to him and dismissing him back to wherever he went. The dragon turned in a lumbering circle and took off, disappearing into the distance. Lara turned to her escorts and nodded towards the ship, moving to climb the ramp herself.

“Well Commander Neyo, that was a fun little side trip for literally nothing. I may be forced to start calling you Commander Null-o.” She didn’t spare him a look.

The man blushed a dusky red color in embarrassment and annoyance. “That’s just how it works sometimes, General.” He was actually mortified that there had been no sign of Grievous at all. If the cyborg had been there, it hadn’t been very recent. Rather graciously, the General said nothing more and simply headed for the bridge while making small talk with Fives. Neyo was alone with his shame, wondering how they could ever live this down.

She was also kind about the situation on the bridge, when she updated Admiral Shepherd. He’d watched their approach to the windscreens and holo table, and asked rather lightly, “No Grievous, I see?”

Lara shook her head. “No Grievous. Just battle droids. Cyclops was able to pull this off the central data computer though.” Lara held up a disc with the information imprinted on the memory chip. “Maybe it will have useful information.” She handed the disc to a staff officer, who plugged it into the holo table and worked to decode the information. Looking up, she dismissed Fives and Primer, thanking them for their work and praising their efforts that day. Neyo saw them leave, and realized she hadn’t dismissed him. Perhaps the shoe was about to drop after all. “When you get the information decoded and ready, let me know. Commander, please come with me.” Lara turned and breezed off the bridge, heading for her quarters. Neyo followed quickly, knowing he was about to get dressed down by the General, after all the bravado he’d been fronting.

As soon as the door closed to her stateroom, Neyo saw Lara turn to stand behind her desk and face him. “I don’t really have to say anything; I know you’re wishing you could find a rock to crawl under at this point. You better hope there’s good intel on that disc we pirated.” Lara folded her arms over her armored chest and gave him a piercing look. “You and your guys need to go over that stuff and see what we can glean for our benefit.”

Neyo stood waiting for real chastisement to come from the General, and when she finished talking, his eyes kind of flickered in realization - she wasn’t going to rebuke him. Instead she was watching him with a curious expression of understanding and patience that was totally unexpected. Neyo’s mouth opened in his surprise, and for a moment he forgot how to speak. “General, I am… sorry for this whole affair. I cleared that intel and verified it to the Jedi - it’s my fault we are here.” He stopped talking, staring at the desk top.

Lara didn’t speak for a long time; rather she watched Neyo as he worked to salvage the shreds of his pride. She didn’t want to watch the man struggle, so she decided to throw him a bone. “Honestly, Commander, I liked you better when you were an asshole.” His eyes snapped up to her face at hearing her. “You screwed up. It happens. Nobody died, and we got to incinerate some droids. As far as the Dragon Company is concerned, it was a good day at the range. Now, you best scuttle off and go over that intel with a fine toothed comb.”

Neyo stood tall, realizing she had basically wiped the slate clean for him, and given him an invite to continue on as they had been before. He studied her with a look of appraisal and newfound respect. The clone commander snapped a perfect salute and turned to head for her door. Before he could leave he heard her voice. “Oh and Neyozle. It’ll be our little secret.”

“What secret, General?,” he asked, completely confused.

“That under that whole shell of tough guy, cute animal torturing, cold as a frozen dead fish exterior - there’s an actual honest to god soul.” She gave him a little devilish grin. “Fives and I had a bet going. Granted, it’s a small soul. A shriveled little thing, but it’s there.”

Neyo’s eyes narrowed but internally he laughed ruefully. “I’ll send you the bill for my next shipment of tookas, General. And I hate fish.” He turned to leave and called out, “I’ll update you as soon as I have a report on the decrypted intel.” He didn’t see the small amused smile on Lara’s face as the door shut behind him. She knew she’d won the man over, though he’d probably never admit it openly.

The pirated CIS intel contained some highly valuable information, thankfully. It did prove Neyo and his spies correct - Grievous had been using the random, isolated facility as a base for some Outer Rim activities. He’d last been there a couple of weeks before their raid. The biggest find though, was the information it contained concerning other hidden CIS bases, their armament, and which leader frequented them. Neyo was vindicated, quite by luck and Lara’s quick thinking to steal information from the computers in the building, and the mission was deemed a success. The flight back to Coruscant was relaxed and triumphant, and Neyo was privy to watching the rather secretive Dragon Company’s downtime routines on their ship.

It was really quite vanilla - they trained, they played a game called basketball which the General had taught them, and also lounged around listening to the music which was always playing over head. Neyo had seen the General play a few games of ball with her men, her easy laughter and camaraderie readily apparent with her troops. She was sassy, laid back, approachable, knew every single clone by face and name. She was a leader that men loved to serve and would fight for with their very lives. She saw Neyo standing by the basketball court at one point and turned, chunking the ball at him unexpectedly. He flubbed catching it, suddenly thrust into the spotlight.

“Come on Neon, catch the ball!” She was wearing the biggest smile, and had her hands up ready to catch the ball. She expected him to throw it back to her.

“That is not my name, General,” he said in a slightly bored tone.

“And yet you answered. Hmm. How about Neil? Neidermyer? Noodles? Ney ney? Come on, I like Ney Ney.” She kept floating silly names while Neyo shook his head, his expression getting more and more stony. But beneath that painful frown, Lara could see his eyes were lit with internal mirth - it was all he could do to keep the angry look up. Lara sighed. “Fine. Neyo…Nono.” She’d seen his posture relax the tiniest fraction and then stiffen back up at the second half. The men around her were all snickering with laughter at the General bugging the Commander; she had no compunction whatsoever to behave. “You disappoint me Commander. I thought we could be friends and I could have some really cool nickname just for you. Ah well, guess it just goes to show beauty and fame can’t buy everything.” She gave him a grin and turned to get back to the game.

Neyo kept watching, trying to understand the rules, but also just admiring the General’s athleticism and bubbly nature. She talked a lot of smack to her troopers, handling the ball well on the dribble and driving to the basket to score frequently. She wasn’t afraid to slam herself into their bodies to physically move them out of the way, and they gave it right back to her. At one point a player blocked her so hard she ended up on her butt on the floor, laughing ruefully and rubbing her sore cheek. “Nice hit Falco. Gonna pay for that though!” The game went on with varying results; Lara’s team came up one point short and the winners made a lot of noise about their loss. The men enjoyed rubbing it in her face, watching her smile sheepishly and make big promises about how the next game would go.

A command staff lieutenant ran up to ask Lara to report to the bridge. He turned to Neyo and said, “the message was for you as well, Commander.”

Lara passed the ball off to the clones so they could continue playing and turned to walk with Neyo to the bridge. As they got in the elevator, Lara took a sideways glance at the stiff clone beside her. “You dating anybody, Commander?” Her open frankness always caught him off guard.

Neyo stared straight ahead and didn’t speak for a moment. “No one in particular,” he grumbled. “You applying for the role?”

“You mean you can’t find someone with that bubbly personality of yours? I’m so shocked.” Lara huffed out a laugh.

“They don’t like all the body parts in jars in my foot locker. No one understands the value of being able to go back and study things in detail, at leisure.” He said it so smoothly Lara’s eyebrows shot up and she stood regarding him with her mouth open for a moment. He heard her close her teeth with a snap and snort a little.

“I can imagine eau de death isn’t a fragrance most girls want to smell.”

“Do I smell like death, General?,” Neyo asked her with an arched eyebrow.

“I’ll give you that much, Neeman - you don’t smell half bad. Should I feel honored that you washed up for me?” Lara smirked at him playfully.

“It’s Neyo… and I wouldn’t dare put you in a position of having to choose between myself and your Captain.” His voice smoothly purred that last out.

There was silence for a moment. “If you recall, I already told you there’d never be a choice in your favor. Remember - cattle prod, artificial insemination… I like you Neyo (yes I do know your name but since it annoys you so much, I’ll probably keep finding ways to change it). But you aren’t Rex. And, while I generally never have to resort to threats, I will say that if you try to throw Rex under the proverbial sky bus because of my relationship with him, I may be inclined to use that cattle prod sooner than the end of the world, and in ways you’d find surprising.” She shot him a hard glance with her glowing blue eyes and he stared back stonily.

“What if I enjoyed the cattle prod?” He watched her with a very flat look.

“I’m not above stuffing you in a footlocker and hiding you on a lonely planet, either. You can tell whomever you like there, as long and as loudly as you like. Besides, I know I’ve already won you over to my side.” She gave him a small conspiratorial wink as the elevator finally reached the level of the bridge and the door shot open. The pair walked forward to the holo table, behind which stood Admiral Shepherd, Fives and Primer. General Kenobi was present via holo, waiting for them to arrive so he could relay his message.

“Ah we are all here now. Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend, General,” Kenobi said dryly.

“But of course, Obi Wan. I was teaching Marshal Commander NoNo the finer points of the use of a cattle prod on Earth. It was a riveting discussion.” Lara leaned her weight back on one foot and folded her arms over her chest, an incorrigible smirk on her face. Neyo looked at her like he’d never seen such a creature before, while Kenobi worked to decide if she was serious. He finally decided to just carry on with the reason for his communication.

“We have been able to verify the intel given us from your data piracy, and we are moving forward with plans for sending officers to those systems to see if the CIS leaders can be captured. The Jedi Council is thankful for the assistance of Dragon Company in this matter, and to you Commander Neyo, for your work in getting us there in the first place. When you return to Coruscant, you will be given new orders for your Reconnaissance Corps. Any questions?,” Kenobi asked, looking at the attendees around the table. Most of the heads shook in the negative; they understood and had nothing further to add. “Very well. We will see you when you return to Coruscant. Thank you again, General Lin.”

Lara smiled and gave him a lazy half salute with two fingers. Looking up to address the group around her, Lara said breathily, “Whelp, looks like that was the official kudos and blessing to be off the hook Commander. Attaboy, Noodles,” she said with a dramatic clap. Fives and Primer both grinned at her insistence on screwing with Neyo’s mind. Lara knocked her knuckles on the table a couple of times and then stood to leave. She was heading back down to the basketball game if they no longer needed her.

During their two day flight back to Coruscant, Neyo found small excuses to hang out in the vicinity of the General. If he was honest with himself, it was because he found her entertaining, and enjoyed the little battle of wits between them. The man was far from personable; after leaving Kamino with his birth squad he’d become frightfully solitary and taciturn. Few wanted to put up with his surly, isolated ways. He was friends with Commander Bacara, who was a similarly lonely shark, but in all honesty, Neyo stayed aloof among clones, dated when he felt the need to pick someone up for a one night stand and otherwise moved from mission to mission. He found General Lin a breath of fresh air that made him … feel… inside. Not so much attracted to her - he just found her a comforting presence, perhaps even someone he liked. It was a novel feeling for him. Regardless, she’d proven he didn’t intimidate her in the least, and that she found his gruff nature something of a challenge to conquer. Neyo had developed respect for her indomitable spirit, her battle skills and leadership acumen, and secretly he felt Rex was a truly lucky man to have won the love of this General.

As the Talon pulled back into port on Coruscant, he joined General Lin on the bridge of the ship. Admiral Shepherd was busy with the tasks of bringing such a large vessel into her berth, so Lara had the area by the windscreen by herself. She was watching the high rises and sky scrapers of the metropolis rise before her, as the Venator sank lower to the ground. Lara glanced over at her company briefly, and back out the windscreen. Neyo had become something of a skulking shadow the last couple of days, and while she didn’t mind, others had watched in amusement to near concern; Lara was notorious among the GAR and the Jedi for her antics, and none of the Dragons wanted to see her get into trouble. Outside the ship, standing on the pier, Lara recognized the familiar shape of a clone in white armor with blue accents, with a blue pauldron over the left shoulder. Neyo snuck a glance to see her wearing a little private smile on her beautiful face, her eyes shining happily at the sight.

Lara suddenly took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. “Well, Commander, it’s been a ride. I hope you enjoyed your time with the Dragon Company.” She shot him a little sideways look and grin.

“I have never been more miserable in my entire, short life. You and your Company are the biggest bunch of renegade, order refusing, nigh unprofessional soldiers I’ve ever traveled with. It’s no wonder you have the reputation you do within the GAR.” He stared back at her flatly, watching her reaction. Lara had blinked and drawn herself up, her expression one of slight befuddlement.

“Really, it was all that? Well then…” Lara pursed her lips and nodded a little to herself.

“Actually General, I would say this is the most interesting mission I’ve been on in a long time. The level of teamwork and respect between you and your men is unequaled in any of the other Companies I’ve served with. Your men love you and would follow you into any battle.” He paused and then said a bit hesitantly, “And I think I see why, now.”

She’d perked up quite a lot at his sudden change of tone. “Oh, Commander? Why is that, pray tell? Wait, wait, don’t tell me - it’s because I’m so beautiful and fantastic and irresistible that even you cannot resist my charms, isn’t it?” She delivered it with a giggle and a teasing tone.

Neyo’s ruggedly handsome face split into a smile - quite shocking for him. Lara wondered if his cheeks hurt from the stretch, and his teeth ached from the exposure to sunlight. She was shocked that they weren’t filed into sharp points. He didn’t answer immediately, trying to formulate the best reply. “I’d say it was more the lack of fear and loathing you showed me. I think most people really do think I torture small animals for entertainment, and survive off blood straight from the source. But you - you treated me like a man, no better or worse than yourself. And you didn’t let my manner insult you nor hurt your feelings. I’m not sure I’ve come up against a Jedi General of your … personality, before, and I’m impressed. If we ever get forced into another mission together, it won’t be the worst thing I’ve had happen.”

Lara accepted his words for the high praise it was, coming from this particular clone. “Wow Neyo, that was… Do I need to call someone to come check you out? You having any chest pain after all those feelings? Head spinning? I’m not gonna give you mouth to mouth but I’m totally down for foot applied CPR.” Her smile lit the room, as she laughed.

Neyo grinned back at her and put his hand over his chest. “You know General, the fact that you believe there’s even a heart to show concern over it more than most would believe. But no, all is well, I’m not having a seizure, and this was no hallucination. I will live another day to put the fear of the devil into someone.” The clone watched as General Lin turned to leave the bridge; the Talon had finally docked and taken on the mooring lines. She wanted to get to the pier to see her shore party. As she moved away, Neyo called out, “Don’t give away my secret though, General!”

He heard her laugh, and Lara turned back to face him as she kept walking backwards. “Oh don’t worry Needles. No one would believe me if I tried to tell them you have a soul in there. Your secret is safe with me. Catch you on the flip side, Commander!” She disappeared into the lift and the last Neyo saw of her was her slim form breezing down the ship’s ramp to greet Captain Rex. Her secret was safe with Neyo, as well.

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Blood and Snow

Prompts: Rexsoka Monthly October '23 Prompt 1 Body Heat and Prompt 2 Monstober

Rating: Mature /18+/ Minors DNI

Warnings: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, gore, body horror, blood (it's in the title), clone deaths, Star Wars x Predator Crossover, just general yucky violence, scary predator from predator franchise

Wordcount: 2.5k

Summary: Rex and Ahsoka Tano, in hiding after the turmoil of Order 66, are on a mission to investigate a number of suspicious clone deaths on the remote Imperial Barton 4 outpost. Little do they know, there are far more dangerous things in the galaxy than what they realise.

A/N: Alright so this is my fic that combines both of the October prompts (Body Heat and Monstober) for Rexsoka Monthly! Another warning this fic describes gore and violence quite graphically so if that is not something you are interested in please do not read this. This is a little bit late and slightly rushed and not edited too well so apologies in advance. Happy reading!

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He desperately fiddled with his commlink to try and send off a distress signal, but their outpost was too remote. The being was grotesque, even through its invisibility cloak. Mayday had encountered many foreign species throughout his service, but none as savage as this. Its transparent broad frame towered over clones, its talons tearing them apart as if they were a blade through bandages. Any blaster bolt the beast wore seemingly had no effect, bar the iridescent glowing green ‘blood’ oozing from each wound that revealed itself through a glitch in its transparent armour. As a commander, he was supposed to provide his men with orders to complete a mission. Here, it seemed as if the only mission was to survive, but before the monster for which they were prey, no order he could issue would be successful.

The two troopers either side of him continued to fire helplessly at the beast, who revealed itself as it closed the distance between itself and the clones. The helmets of two troopers were held in each large hand, heads still intact, their spines dangling below.

It was a monster. Green, scaly skin hugged the muscular frame of the beast, with long, tentacle-like dreadlocks reaching down its exposed chest. Thick metal vambraces with a number of flickering lights and buttons wrapped its forearms, but it wore no other armour, other than a codpiece. A mask resembling a skull hid the upper portion of its face - if it had a face. Below it, four abominable fangs the same length as its talons framed each corner of its jaw, twitching as it examined the clones before it. It made a number of echolocative clicking sounds before pressing a button on its vambrace that activated a stream of triangular lasers that centred themselves on the clones before it.

Mayday had never felt this type of fear in all his years as a soldier. Fear that he would die a brutal death. Fear that he would be dismembered. Fear that his bones would be kept as a trophy. The lasers fixed on the torsos of the three clones as the two troopers began to scream, pure terror in their cries. All three were too terrified to move, they would probably die either way.

The familiar sound of a commlink rang out, but could not be heard beneath the screams of the men. The lights of the lasers on each of their chests were replaced with bullet wounds that tunnelled through flesh in their wake.

****

“I didn’t think Barton 4 got much traffic”, Rex uttered, fiddling with the controls.

Rex felt slightly queasy as the ship exited hyperspace. A familiar feeling, but something else about this planet was making him feel off.

“Well, we’ll see about that”, Ahsoka exhaled, taking a seat in the co-pilot’s chair.

They had received a distress signal on an old Republic channel from the remote Barton 4. Other than the Empire’s cargo depot and its accompanying clone personnel, the planet was largely uninhabited, aside from some scattered non-sentient species. What made this mission so unsettling was the rumours circulating the empire channels concerning a mysterious number of deaths of clones who were taking watch on the depot’s cargo. The empire had attributed said deaths to both the harsh conditions of the planet and raiders, but Rex and Ahsoka felt otherwise. This situation was only made more urgent once they had received the distress signal.

“Ahsoka, are you sure it was a good idea for you to take on this mission? There are clones working this outpost, clones that may still have their chips active.” Rex asserted, “You don’t have your lightsabers anymore. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you…”, he trailed off, blushing and breaking eye contact when he realised what he said.

A familiar smirk escaped Ahsoka’s lips, “Don’t worry Rex, I can look after myself. Besides, I have you watching my back”, she smiled, her hand coming to rest upon Rex’s shoulder as he focussed on piloting the ship into the atmosphere.

The last few months had been rough on them both. Seeing Ahsoka smile was a sight for sore eyes, but it did little in terms of settling Rex’s nerves. Ahsoka could sense his anxiety both through the force and through their close bond that had developed since Mandalore.

“Rex, there may be clones at this outpost with their chips still active, but they are still your brothers. Men like Gregor, and Clone Force 99. They are still good men that still can be saved”, Ahsoka consoled, her gaze softening, “There are more dangerous things out there than clones”.

Rex sighed, his shoulders sinking, “I know, ‘Soka. Let’s just hope those rumours aren’t entirely true”.

****

“I can’t pinpoint the signal’s origin in these conditions”, Rex said, powering down the ship. “We might have to make the rest of the journey next rotation.”

Ahsoka’s brow furrowed, peering through the ship’s small windows that struggled to sneak a glimpse of the landscape that was oh-so snow covered and victim of relentless winds. A strange hum in the force reverberated around her montrals from outside the ship.

“You think these conditions will subside overnight?”, Ahsoka questioned, turning to Rex and beckoning to the snowstorm outside.

Meeting her eyes, Rex’s gaze softened, “Regardless, you need some down time. We’ll stay on the ship. I’ll take first watch.”

Ahsoka’s eyes slowly dropped from Rex’s eyes down to his thighs, his armour gripping the tight muscles as he sat. Aware of her lingering eyes, Rex’s hands that lay atop his thighs opened to invite her to take a seat. Her gaze rose to meet his velvety amber eyes, her eyes asking for permission rather than her lips.

Rex nodded, inhaling her scent as she moved upon him, sweet yet not overpowering, delicate yet distinct. They spent rotations on end in the cockpit together, yet her presence never ceased to excite him. His hands wrapped around her waist as he pulled her into his lap, the pads of his fingers tugging at the seams of her jumpsuit, Ahsoka letting out a snort as she settled.

“Rex”, Ahsoka asserted, trying to maintain a serious look, “You said it yourself, I need some downtime, and you need to take watch”.

“Whatever you want”, Rex’s voice barely audible as he began to nip at Ahsoka’s neck, her skin running much warmer than usual, a welcoming sensation in the cold crisp air of the cockpit. Her warmth blanketed him as she settled in his lap, a relaxed hum emanating from her chest.

“I thought you were meant to feel the cold worse, ‘Soka”.

“Not when I’m around you,” Ahsoka smiled. Her chest was flush against his, her legs either side of his hips, her heat resting atop a developing bulge in his lap. Ahsoka reached her arms around his neck to stroke the spiky blond hairs.

“Maker, you’re so beautiful”, Rex whispered. Ahsoka’s breath fanned over him, her lips parted, her warmth and scent drawing him into a deep kiss.

*****

“Ahsoka”.

Her lashes fluttered, the hazy silhouette of Rex in his armour towering over her slowly revealing itself.

“Ahsoka, wake up”.

She rose from her rest in the co-pilot’s chair, rubbing her eyes as she tried to make sense of the ship’s surroundings through its windows.

“What is it, Rex?”, she groaned, stretching her neck. Not exactly the most comfortable sleep, she thought to herself.

“I couldn’t run a scan when we landed, there’s too much interference. Once a scan managed to get through, it picked up a singular lifeform circling our ship a few times before it simply…” He trailed off, “It uhhh, disappeared off of the scan”.

“What do you mean it disappeared? I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about”, she brushed his concern away, waving her hand at him.

“In any case, I think we should start to make our way to the outpost. These conditions could take a turn if we sit tight for too long”, Rex asserted, grabbing Ahsoka’s snowsuit and handing it to her.

“Is it morning already?”, she whined, “I thought you were meant to take first watch, not stay up all night!”

“You needed the rest.” He shrugged, turning to grab his bucket, ready to head out into the harsh winds outside.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes, “Fine.”

After getting themselves appropriately dressed for the bitter, biting cold, they unlocked the ship’s doors and began to head in the general direction of the signal’s origin.

“What a strange place to have an outpost”, Ahsoka yelled, trying to make her voice audible over the howling winds. She turned over her shoulder to see how far the ship was to gauge how the snowstorm would impede their vision. They had only been slowly trudging through the thick snow for a minute or two, but the ship was nowhere to be seen.

She turned to continue to follow Rex but paused to see him frozen in his tracks - maybe literally.

“Rex, what is it?”, she called, ploughing through the snow to meet him at his side.

A trio of snow vultures fled, flapping their wings in the wind. The sight of what was before them made her stomach churn. Some sort of creature - what creature it was was no longer discernible - mutilated, no, butchered was more fitting, it’s blood and entrails painting the snow beneath it. Ahsoka and Rex were soldiers, they were not foreigners to gruesome sights or corpses of the like, but this? This was something else. This display looked as if it had been meticulously carried out, the creature’s skin had been expertly separated from its body and laid out beside what was left. Something else was missing though, the creature's skull and spinal column was nowhere to be seen. Ahsoka could feel the warmth of the corpse through the force despite the freezing temperatures of the snow beneath. This had happened recently. They both had encountered some strange species before, but this type of predatory behaviour was very strange. She felt herself pale, suddenly feeling both very ill and disturbed.

“Ahsoka, what in the blazes is that?”, Rex croaked, hardly audibly.

Ahsoka’s brow creased, “I’m not sure, Rex”, she said emptily, “I’ve seen stories about a mysterious creature in the Jedi archives”, she paused, “These creatures are believed to travel the galaxy searching for prey to hunt for sport as a form of coming-of-age ritual, keeping bones of their prey as trophies”.

Rex panicked, “So was this creature the prey? Are we going to be prey?”. Before Ahsoka could respond, a sickening realisation occurred to him. “Ahsoka, could this be what has happened to the clones at the outpost?”

Ahsoka let out a deep sigh, pain in her voice, “That may be the case”.

That thought of Rex’s brothers being butchered for fun and their body parts kept as trophies deeply enraged and disturbed him.

“What do we do ‘Soka, could that be the creature that was near the ship on the scans? How do we kill it?”.

Her brow furrowed, “They are fabled to have very advanced weapons…. Made to kill, but they have poor eyesight. They rely heavily on heat-vision”.

“Won’t we stick out like a sore thumb on heat scopes in this cold?” Rex said, his voice full of concern.

Ahsoka nodded, “I hate to say it, but you will, I won’t. My blood naturally runs colder than yours, remember?”

Ahsoka had been hunted before by Trandoshans some years ago, and in some ways she was still being hunted now by the Empire, but this was new, and she wasn’t sure what was worse. This was primal, there was a predator and they were the prey, but Ahsoka had a plan.

“Rex, if we have any chance of getting off of this rock we have to defeat this thing. I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to be the bait, it can’t see me.” She winced at her own words, a look of fear washing over Rex’s normally stoic facade.

Rex swallowed and nodded, he would do anything for her, even if it meant endangering his own life, but he trusted her with exactly that. He had since she was a padawan.

His musings over her were interrupted by a series of clicking sounds behind him. He slowly turned to see the creature Ahsoka had described. It was grotesque. Its yellow-green muscular chest painted in blood, rising and falling as it breathed, its face - or lack thereof, fixated on Rex. A series of weapons were clasped in its belt, accompanied by several large talons on his hands. Rex swiftly drew his blasters from their holsters, the predator taking this as it's cue to charge at Rex. Before it’s monstrous form could reach him, Ahsoka reached out into the force, separating the being’s mask from its head.

The creature let out a roar and lunged towards where Rex was standing merely seconds prior, falling in a heap. Panting, it gathered its sheer size and stood, disgusting sniffling sounds emanating from its exposed face as it tried to sense where either of them were, blind without its heat vision. Before it could recenter itself, Ahsoka leapt onto the creature from behind, her swift hands wrapping themselves around the hilt of a blade it kept on its back. It let out a number of grotesque screams as it desperately tried to shake her off, but before it could, Ahsoka had unsheathed the creature’s blade and was in front of it, ready in a stance that was reminiscent of when she wielded a lightsaber. Rex observed, blasters ready as it lunged several times at her. Ahsoka evaded each one, her blade clashing with the creature’s vambraces several times before she called upon the force to push it back, causing it to stumble on its feet. Seeing her opening, she acted swiftly and with precision. The blade severed through the creature's midsection, and the monster collapsed, its weight forcing the blade to slice up through its chest. Ahsoka held the blade in place, adrenaline pumping through her veins, as the predator let out one last blood-curdling cry that echoed through the landscape, even above the deafening winds.

Ahsoka exhaled, her shoulders falling with relief, it had all happened so quickly. Rex was at her side instantly, one hand on her shoulder, the other holding a blaster pointed at the creature’s unmasked head. Minutes of silence passed before either of the two spoke.

“‘Soka, are you alright?” Rex pleaded, Ahsoka finally turning to meet his gaze.

“I’m fine, Rex.” She let out softly, worry still plaguing her voice, “Thank you for trusting me.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Ahsoka,” He shook his head, one hand still resting on his shoulder, the other palm over his heart, “I trust you with my life. I am more concerned about your safety than anything else, I love you more than anything else, Ahsoka”.

“I love you too, Rex”.

He pulled her into a warm embrace, arms wrapping around her waist, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, sharing body heat in the freezing cold that blanketed them, before Ahsoka pulled herself free.

“Rex, let’s finish the mission. Let’s go and see if we got to that thing before it got to your brothers".

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