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Then there are the whispers of a clone frozen in stasis. A medic trying to save his brothers, only to wake up and realise he is the last, all his brothers are gone. They are just rumours. No one's sure if they are true or not, until one day.
One day where Kix sitting in a cantina in the outer rim, where he sees a group of people gathered around a holo. He pays no mind to it at first, that is, until he hears someone say a familiar name. A name he hasn't heard spoken out loud in a long time. A brothers name.
So he gets closer, and he sees what the group of people are looking at. It's the photo. The photo that Rex had hanging on the wall of his office, the one of him, Fives, Echo and Cody. The photo that Fives always said made him and Echo Rex's favourites. Kix remembers that holo, he remembers the battle when it was taken. Remembers it was just after Fives and Echo had gotten back from Arc training. Remembers that he was just behind the camera, waiting to chew Fives out; because 'even if you have ARC training now. It doesn't mean that you can go and do stupid risky shit all the time trying to impress the shinies.'
Kix is drawn from the memories of ghosts when he feels someone tap him on the arm. It's a young girl with big blue familiar looking eyes, and she says that she thinks it cool that he looks exactly like the brave soldiers she learnt about in school. She asks him if his grandfather was a clone, if he knew any clones, if he's heard any stories of the clones. Kix stares at the girl for a moment, thinking about another girl with curious blue eyes, before he answers her. He tells her that he is a clone, that he has so many stories that he can't even count them.
With wide eyes, the girl drags him closer to the holo and pointing at it asks him if he knows the clones in the photo.
And Kix, looking at the holo, thinks of the old mando'a that they used to say; Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. 'I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.'
So he tells the girl.
He tells her how they were his brothers. He tells her how he was apart of the 501st. He tells her how they fought for freedom. He tells her how they were always finding ways to laugh during the war. He tells her how they adopted the jedi into their family. He tells her how no matter how bad things got the clones knew they would be okay as long as they had eachother. He tells her their names.
The more stories he tells the more people listen. And word spreads. The Clones are not all gone. There is one left. And he's telling the stories of the clones, the stories that, when there where millions of clone alive no one wanted to hear. But they want to hear them now, they want to know the clones now. They want to know the worriors that fought for freedom and laid down the foundations for everything after. They clones story may be a tragedy, but it will not be forgotten.
The Vode will be remembered.
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This is based on a TikTok I saw today but I’m also a big Rex simp and kept getting Rex like nonstop when I did the filter so- here we go.
Reblogging, Liking, and following is welcomed but not a necessity. c:
Captain Rex x F!Reader
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You were working a long shift at 79’s since someone decided to quit making things short staffed. The bar was packed to the brim with Troopers who were coming back from their missions but there was one face you haven’t seen in a while.
Him.
Mr. Captain Rex
You had your back turned as you were mixing drinks for customers as your two other co-workers took order.
“When did half cut shirts become the uniform?”
That voice…you knew it anywhere. Your eyes went big as you turned around and there he was. He was a little cut up but his ruggedness stood out. You couldn’t contain your smile as you walked closer towards him. The bar counter was the only thing separating you both.
You were wearing a shirt black half cut top that showed a bit of your belly— with some black pants hugging every curve you had.
“Hmm, when did you leave?” You asked playfully with a grin looking at him.
Rex gave a sly grin as he looked at you, while he leaning a bit against the counter. His voice was confident yet so genuine when he spoke to you, “About two months ago—I mean I’m not complaining but you’re definitely giving the shines out here heart attacks.”
You were almost thanking the fact that your manager wanted the lights in the building to be different colors- you felt your cheeks grow warm as you chuckled looking away for a moment. As you opened your mouth your manager came around the corner looking at you.
“Hey I need you to clock out now- I can’t afford to keep you longer for your shift so go on.” Your manager spoke in a hurry before leaving not wanting to hear a single peep.
“Seems like I must’ve came at a good time then.” Rex spoke as you began to smile and chuckle nodding slowly. “Well I have been here for almost…19 hours now.”
You walked around the corner coming closer to Rex.
“Well, since you’re off- let me buy you a drink and you can come sit with the boys and me.” Rex spoke as he looked at you in the eyes giving a small smile.
You could never reject an offer from Rex, especially when you secretly missed him being around in the first place. You nodded as you followed him to their usual spot in the bar to sit down. As you sat down sliding into the booth greeting the boys of the 501st.
You sat in between Fives and Rex.
The night went on with laughing, them telling stories from the events they had to go through on this past mission, teasing jokes, and drinking. You’ve always enjoyed their presence and how they almost treated you like someone important to them.
As you all decided to drink more and more the alcohol was definitely going to give you a hangover. The boys either went to the dance floor, left with some girls, or tried to retreat to go back to their dorms. Leaving you and Rex together alone at the table still talking.
You were practically buzzed— you knew how to hold your alcohol but it didn’t mean you were mentally there for some things you would say.
As you were still sitting beside Rex talking your pretty little lips off- you suddenly touched his soft cheek looking into his tired eyes that rested on your face purely.
“Oh~ Rex.” You spoke softly with a drunk little smile.
Rex hummed amused looking at you in the eyes, his body was turned to you looking down to you.
“I’ll never understand why you aren’t with someone already- I get that it’s forbidden but I mean after the war wouldn’t you want a family?” You spoke slurring a bit with a sort of cuteness to your tone.
Rex’s smirk was gentle as he pushed some hair behind your ear. “I never thought about it- but why would I need a family when I have my brothers-”
You cut him off placing a hand on his chest plate looking at him, “No-no-no- Rex- I understand your love for your brothers but don’t you want kids- a wife- a family?”
Rex scanned your face for a second, you could almost swear he wasn’t drunk as if he was giving real thought behind him, suddenly his voice was gentle and almost quiet like the topic was forbidden- “Let’s make a pack…when I’m 40 and we’re still single…when the war is over- let’s get married. We can love each other…have kids…get family land…get a pet.” His voice was becoming slow.
Rex sounded genuine as you looked up to him in the eyes- you were becoming sober from the things he said. He grasped your hand that was resting on his chest plate.
“You’re only say-“ you were cut off once more as he rubbed his thumb onto your knuckles.
“No…I mean it. Let’s get married…I’ll love you.”
Your eyes scanned his eyes to find any truth behind them.
“When this war ends…when we are in our 40’s… if we are both single- I know I’ll be—let’s get married.” His voice lingered to your ear in a breathy whisper.
You sat there falling apart under his presence but as he straightened his posture and stood up looking at you with a sly grin once more.
“I’ll more than willing to play the long way for you…”
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Skywalkers apart au! It's so precious that Anakin gets to be a dad, a rebellion general Dad but he gets to be there for at least one of them and Padme survives and gets to be a mom and maybe someday they get to meet and it's so good.
Also the concept of General Skywalker of the Rebellion feels like it has so much potential cause he was such a big figure in the Clone Wars, he was the Hero, the General, he could probably get the various splinter rebel cells (they were very divided in the early Rebellion) to follow him by sheer reputation and charisma. Imagine Anakin being at Hoth, like the attack is going along the usual Imperial imminent victory and suddenly an AT-AT has been thrown clear across the landscape and an announcement sounds out "General Skywalker has entered the field" cue Rebel Counterattack due to morale boost and Imperial Panic.
What happened to the 501st here? Did he go to the Venator's crash site where Ahsoka was during Order 66 what did he think when he saw all the dead folks?
Fun thought, Starkiller being the apprentice in this AU, means that Sidious has probably been comparing him to Anakin (in part because he's bitter he didn't fall, in other part cause it's great for fueling the darkside) for years so the first time they face off he's gonna be full of spiteful hatred (all going according to plan) before Starkiller gets styled on by the Skywalker, cause Anakin isn't crippled by the suit and that means he's still massively powerful in the force and skilled in the blade (Vader was too, but less than a whole Anakin), I could see Anakin pulling a Lightside version of the Rogue One Hallway scene against Stormtroopers (or even inquisitors).
Rebel General Anakin Skywalker would be an Imperial Boogeyman.
Leia would probably appreciate it for a while but also she'd get a bit annoyed about her dad's reputation and "Legend" and the fact that she's probably got that entire thing to measure up to, making her more reckless or foolhardy. That's a big shadow to live under.
Padme on the other hand is probably in a very different situation reputation wise, she was the senator for the new Emperor's home planet, she's the old queen of naboo from the Trade Federation attack, she's a founding member of one of the oldest discrete rebellion cells but that still leaves some stigma. She's probably so very worried about Imperial surveilance on her or Luke or the rest of her family, and it doesn't help that the Inquistorious has probably been sniffing around for a while.
ok this is a veeeeery long ask so i'm gonna have a veeeery long answer which is gonna go under this readmore:
YES!! yes absolutely! tbh i decided a while back he never gets an official promotion to general, everyone just calls him General Skywalker for so long that it sticks loll. BUT YEAH I mean working with a Jedi is rare and awe-inspiring enough for any rebellion cell but working with the hero with no fear??? half the rebels are wondering if they can interrupt this mission to ask for his autograph
its extra funny bc for the first few years of the empire he's lowkey depressed and like agh i failed the order republic AND my family i'm a terrible horrible no good jedi who nearly turned to the dark side and while he's having this spiral there's some rebel standing next to him pointing and pogging
and yeah he's SO useful in big battles like that!! he's half a legend, half a ghost story, given most ppl think he died in the Purge but here he is, enacting justice on the empire!! tho he does struggle on quieter missions (which happen a lot more at first bc gotta hide from the empire) that you cant just blaze into. its a difficult shift to go from clone wars general skywalker to rebel general skywalker
yeah 501st same as canon ): but OHHH MY GOD yes thats SUCH A PERFECT IDEA, Anakin going with Rex and Ahsoka to the site and mourning them all (and probably going into another depression spiral lbr)
youre so right lollll obvs leia loves the one up she has in an argument of "well my dad's general skywalker, beat that" but as u say she absolutely wants to live up to that (+ is a very independent/stubborn person and would like Leia Skywalker, not just "General Skywalker's daughter" lol)
AND YEAH ABSOLUTELY Padmé and Anakin's roles in this au are both so interesting (is that egotistical to say) bc they're these upside down versions of their clone wars roles, both very loud people forced to quieten down and be Discreet about how they go abt helping ppl. Padmé is really struggling hiding so much (luke's force sensitivity, her rebel activities, all relations to anakin) and trying to protect Luke while helping the Rebellion WHILE trying not to seem suspicious. a lot on her plate -- only made worse by palpatine keeping a close-ish eye on her, and she can't tell why (is it bc of luke? the rebellion? anakin? or is it just his old favouritism or patriotism being VERY inconvenient??)
on the inquisitors, obvs you don't see a lot of them on coruscant -- but padmé's SO scared abt ppl (MAINLY SIDIOUS WHO, YA KNOW, TRIED TO TURN LUKE'S DAD SITH) finding out abt him and she hates that she's making him repress this part of himself but what choice does she have???
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Clones as random things me and my friends/family have said!
A fic will be out soon I promise!
Fives: “It ends with e, but not the letter the sound.”
Fox: “I’ve been abused a lot” *Nervous laughter* “I’m only partly kidding”
Hardcase: “I dont like the normal pedophiles, I Iike the magic ones. They’re more fun.”
Wolffe: “I’m gonna bark at this kid on the speeder,” *starts barking* “Oh my god that is not a kid.”
Hunter: “I made a mistake”
Wrecker: “There’s steak??”
Rex: *501st doing something stupid* “Im gonna lose all 7 of my marbles if you don’t stop”
Cody: “just because I find a man attractive dosent mean I’m gay” *is definitely gay*
Tech: “Stupid questions get stupid answers.”
Bly: “I cry at least once a year.”
Fox: “I cry every night sooooo….”
Waxer: You’re drinking straight milk?
Boil: *holding two glasses of milk* No the milk just came out as gay
Crosshair: “We probably shouldn’t do that Tech has asthma…….. wait no it’s allergies”
Wolffe: “If I rolled my eyes any harder, I’d go blind.”
Jesse: “I guess his spider senses didn’t kick in” *talking about JFK*
Fives: “No flash photography Echo” *Scolding tone*
Echo: “DiD yOu SeE a FlAsH”
Gregor: *doing finger guns* “Don’t worry this is a squirt gun”
Hardcase: *Shouting in a public place* “My underwear are too big and they’re pulling my pants down!”
Droidbait: “I just wanna play wrestle”
Hevy: *Cracking fingers* “You don’t play wrestle, you wrestle wrestle”
Cody: *talking about Crys* “He’s like the weakest breed of human being, he doesn’t have a middle name and he has scoliosis. Way to double down.”
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Bad Batch Chopping Block
(some spoilers, tread carefully)
Alright, the safety net is gone. Even though Pabu still stands, it will never be safe for Omega or the boys anymore. The Empire has truly closed them in from every direction. So, who's gonna make it out of this season? Just to get this out of the way, Tech is either dead or comes back. The Tech Debate is too big to tackle here.
Definitely dead:
Echo- I think he's 100% a goner. Aside from being a strong mentor figure to Omega, Echo is gonna be a martyr for his cause. He believes so strongly in his fight for clone justice and he will follow it to the grave. I can definitely see him going out in a blaze of glory while Rex watches hopelessly. Plus, Echo dying might be the reason for Rex to retire and turn to Joopa farm. Echo is the last true connection he has to his old life and the 501st. Echo also gave Omega a new weapon which doesn't bode well for him. A gift he gave her is something she can remember him by.
Most likely dead:
Hunter- I do have some hope for him. There is a chance that writers don't kill him off because they want to finish the show with all the boys together. But sadly, that is unlikely. Hunter is the mentor figure and the first real paternal figure to Omega. As the oldest of the Batch (minus Echo), he has a responsibility to watch over them. In season 3, we see Crosshair slowly learning to take over as Omega's parental figure. It's possible that Hunter will die, as many mentor figures have before him, and Cross will carry the torch. I can definitely see that happening. Hunter dies protecting Omega and Crosshair is left to pick up the pieces
Wrecker- sweet Wrecker is too dang lovable. Unlike the others, he doesn't fit as neatly into a trope category like Crosshair and Hunter. Therefore, he could honestly survive because of that. However, I definitely think he could go out in a blaze of glory as well, something akin to Hevy or Hardcase. Imagine Wrecker getting caught in an explosion as he stays behind to save his brothers and Omega? But at the same time, I don't want it to happen.
50/50 (but most likely fine):
Crosshair- I honestly think he might make it out this season mostly in one piece. The only trope he fits right now is redemption equals death and honestly, I think we're past that point. Crosshair already began his redemption arc. He saved Omega, reconciled with his brothers, reconciled with Howzer, admitted his wrongs, and genuinely wants to be a better person. He doesn't need to prove to his family that he loves them or has changed because we see that. His brothers see that. Even his new poster shows him looking at his helmet. He has found the light. It's possible this show ends with him leaving his old life to retire with Omega. He could still die protecting her, but I'm starting to think otherwise.
Crosshair has suffered so much since this show started. I made a list, but we could be here all day talking about it. I feel like it would be overkill (literally) to just kill him off after he's come so far. Also, the fact that he is getting the Dad Batch ™ treatment means that they could be propping him up to take over the role from Hunter. That or they're speed-running Crosshair's dad mode activation because he was MIA for two seasons. Honestly, I think Crosshair narrative wise is mostly safe because his redemption arc is playing out right now instead of later down the line. His arc right now is mostly about coming to terms with himself, his trauma, and his identity as a sharpshooter and soldier. I really think that this show will end with him hanging up the helmet and raising Omega.
Fine:
Omega- let's be honest, they're not gonna kill off our sweet bean. She was been our focal character since the beginning and I can't see the writers going this dark. She's safe!
Alternatively: the Batch all live plus or minus one of them. The final episode could be all of them charging in together for one final fight. They make it out (mostly) and retire with Omega. Boom, the end.
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war is over
A/N: HEY GUYS!!!! The lyrics in this are from Happy Xmas (War is Over) by John Lennon, Yoko Ono!!!! I recommend listening to the song as you read!!!! ENJOY, SEND REQUESTS!!!!!
(divider by @saradika-graphics)
And so this is Christmas (war is over)
Ahsoka felt the moment the war ended, she felt the flood of relief pouring from all the Clones and Jedi, an overwhelming sense of solace. She turned to Rex immediately, watching him step towards her. His face was contorted with realisation, and before she could realise, she was hugging him tightly with her face buried in the crook of his neck.
Anakin felt it too as he watched Mace pluck shards of glass from his frame. They raised their gazes and locked eyes, and neither could help the grin that covered their faces. Never had Anakin pictured hugging Mace Windu, but now here he was, hugging the man as they murmured the same words over and over.
Obi-Wan felt it as the alcohol swabs stung his wounds, Cody by his side instantly. All of a sudden, the man’s lips were on his and he grinned widely, the relief and joy from the war ending puring from him and into the kiss.
And what have we done (if you want it)
The reunion was bittersweet, as when Ahsoka and Rex stepped off of the ship they were immediately greeted by Padme. She brought Ahsoka into a tearful hug, her brother standing loyally by her side. Rex was bewildered when Padme gave him a hug too, but embraced it with euphoria.
Obi-Wan ran to meet them, Cody by his side, the men hand in hand. Neither let go when Obi-Wan pulled Ahsoka into his chest, blubbering unintelligibly as he studied his sister. Rex was quickly tackled in a hug by Cody, the both of them sobbing in Mando’a. Padme was pulled into the Jedi and former Padawan’s hug for a minute, before a shout interrupted all of them.
Anakin was hurrying up to them, a large cut on his cheek from the shattered glass. He’d obviously come as soon as possible, as it was untreated. But that didn’t matter, as he pulled all five of them into a hug, kissing Padme freely.
Cody hoisted the not-so-small Ahsoka onto his shoulders as they cheered, surrounded by members of both the 501st and 212th. Many tears were shed as everyone celebrated. Kix managed to grab Anakin at one point to treat his wounds, struggling to do so as his General giddily forced him to dance.
Another year over (war is over)
None of them cared about the repercussions the Order would bring on them for Obi-Wan and Anakin as they continued on throughout the night. All of Coruscant was lit with celebrations, civilians flooding the streets as Clones and Jedi arrived.
Young Caleb Dume pulled his Master through a festival with overwhelming excitement, passing a gangly Cal Kestis as he was paraded around by his Clone Commander.
The Jedi Temple was loud and bright for weeks, busy with partying and celebrations. Younglings pulled Jedi alike to play games, Padawans danced together, Knights laughed with each other and Masters cried of joy. Not a single minute since the end of the war was quiet.
Soon, the Order was changing its rules, with the persuasive word of none other than Mace Windu, who was getting along with Anakin like they were old buddies.
Ahsoka moved into Padme’s apartment for the time being and was greeted every morning by Rex, who was crashing on the couch - refusing to take a bed. They were some of the first to meet the twins, and didn’t stop chattering about it for days.
Cody snuck into Obi-Wan’s room and remained there, unbothered by the curious Jedi who would ask questions. Instead, he would give them glares. Unless they were Younglings or Padawans, who he had a special stash of sweets for.
And a new one just begun (now)
On a planet by the name of Lothal, a small baby boy bearing strange blue hair was born to a happy family, playing with the Force naturally. On Coruscant, Luke and Leia were born with their big grins and chubby faces.
Anakin too lived in Padme’s house, cherishing his children and treating them as though they were made of glass. Ahsoka sang lullabies to them in her native language, educating Rex about Shili excitedly when he asked.
The six members of their strange family flocked together almost every night, new traditions being created as their celebrations continued.
Ahsoka would grow to study and rebuild the Grey Jedi Order, educating millions of people in the ways of her forgotten Order.
Anakin would continue to love his children like nothing else, teaching them everything they needed to know, and generally being the best father he could.
Rex would go with Ahsoka, his best friend and sister. The two were never far apart, by each other's side as they travelled the galaxy.
Padme would stand by Bail Organa’s side as the new Chancellor, fighting for Clone rights and stability throughout the Republic.
Obi-Wan would eventually marry Cody on Stewjon, curiosity about his family getting the better of him.
And Cody would never leave his husband’s side, a pocket full of sweets for the different children he met.
The Order grew to be better, the Republic strengthened, the Clones got their rights, and the galaxy was finally at peace.
Peace, at last.
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A bit of an early treat for y’all.
Since my move actually went pretty quick. I guess having a big family who all own trucks/SUVs makes for light work, huh?
The meta reason is that I needed a break from arranging and putting together my apartment. So, I decided to finish this piece.
Introducing Alpha Squad. They are a small part of bigger Phoenix Squadron Unit in the Rebel Allience.
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And some close ups.
These aren't the squads final designs. They're more of a first pass that I am comfortable with showing off. Putting faces so sorts to names.
Going from left to right.
Captian Tally. Alpha Squads fearless 2nd in command and probably one of the best hand to hand fighters in the Rebellion. She is not to be pissed off, ever. Tally is Trapper's daughter but was raised by Cody after Trapper's death.
Commander Aurora. Leader of Alpha Squad and its resident caf addic. She is well known for her calm and collected attitude even when under fire. Her father was a member of the Corrie Guard, but she was raised by Fox and Thire.
Sparks is Alpha Squad tech maniac, hacker, and general trouble maker. She loves messing with all manor of machines and tech. She is the daughter of Comet, Sinker and Boost.
Head Medic Mako. The calmest and strongest member of Alpha Squad, Mako also has the honor of trying to wrangle all of his half siblings into the medic tent when shit goes sideways. He was adopted by Woffle after his mom abandoned him, and his clone dad is long dead.
Lieutenant Arrow. The unofficially weapons master of the group and the resident grump of the Squad. Arrow would be hard pressed to admit to it, but he loves his crazy siblings. They are just way too loud sometimes. He is Longshot's son.
Twig. One of two expert pilots for Alpha Squad, Twig, along with his twin Branch, make sure that the Squad gets where it needs to go. Regardless of laws, physics, and sometimes all common sense. His dad was a member of the 501st
Branch. One of the best pilots among the clone units, Branch is fearless, loves to go fast, and is always on the go. Along with her twin brother Twig, the squad always gets where it needs to go. Maybe not always in the sensible way tho. Her dad was a member of the 501st.
And last but not least.
Max. He is the Jack of all trades among Alpha Squad. He's a mechanic, a cook, an assistant to Mako, good at logistics, and is generally a level head dude. He does tend to get overwhelmed by his siblings' antic tho. He father is Dogma.
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a/n: experimenting with POV and space culture in this one. Y/N is from a planet where hair can only be seen loose by family, close friends, and lovers. otherwise it must be styled/out-of-the-face/'up' in some way. please let me know if I fucked up here with trying to create a culture
As Y/N’s grew longer, more and more effort would go into brushing her hair each night. Laziness, wanting to save money, and it’s-only-a-few-millimeters-how-hard-can-it-be prevented her from getting her hair professionally cut. She liked having her hair long, and her home culture demanded that she keep it in some sort of plaited or pinned hairstyle, but the lengthening dead ends made each knot at the end of the day that much more annoying to untangle. It required setting her comb to the side and gently pulling a few strands at a time out of each stubborn knot, which increased hair-combing time each night. Sadly, her hair decided to be extra unreasonable when her partner, Captain Rex of the 501st Legion, spent his first night of shore leave with her.
“Cyare, come out, I only have so much time away before they ship me back out again. I’m sure you look beautiful,” Rex said from the bed, smiling, as his lover performed her nightly routine in the refresher. “As always,” he sheepishly added.
Y/N giggled quietly while she combed her hair. She had already gotten dressed for sleep, done her nightly skincare, and was currently battling the various knots that had accumulated after a long day of wearing her hair pinned in plaits across her head. The shower she took didn’t help either. “Just a bit longer, love. My hair has been high maintenance lately.”
“You mean more high maintenance than usual, right? Remind me again why you have to go through all that effort.”
Y/N audibly sighed. “You, a man with half a millimeter of hair, have no right to judge me!” She joked through the closed refresher door.
“All you need is some of that soap stuff and you’re good to go.”
She paused, the teasing tone slowly leaving her voice. “Rex? What do you mean?”
“You know, the bottle…of hair soap?”
After a small silent pause, “The GAR give us small bottles of stuff to wash our hair, the label says ‘shampoo and conditioner’….you know what I’m talking about?” Rex asks with less confidence.
“Rex, you mean to tell me that the Grand Army of the Republic has all thousands of you using two in one shampoo?” Y/N asks with quiet, incredulous annoyance. “On my home planet, that would be a small crime! You know that shampoo and conditioner are supposed to be separate, right, my love?” This whole conversation, happening while Rex lies on her large bed and Y/N stands in the ‘fresher, feels like it’s about to continue going downhill.
“Separate?” Rex says in a quiet voice.
Oh, my love.
She continues on with her hair, which she had paused once Rex had called shampoo “hair soap”. Technically, he’s not wrong, but it sounds so very wrong. “Even though you don’t have much hair, it couldn’t hurt to know that yes, shampoo and conditioner are meant to be separate. In short, that’s how you get the best benefits out of both products. Give me the name of the person who stocks your supplies, I have things to tell them,” she finished with the grin back on her face.
“I know better than to argue with you, mesh’la, but sadly I don’t have any names for you. Are you done yet?” Rex’s voice got slightly louder, closer to the door.
“Not quite, forgive me. I have two more really big knots in my hair, and the only way to-“
The door opened. Her head snapped to its direction. Y/N dropped her comb.
“Turn around!” She shouted, trying to sweep her hair into a quick bun. “Close your eyes!”
“What?”
Y/N gave up and took the step closer to get to Rex, quickly covering his eyes with her hand. “Cover your eyes!”
“What? Y/N, why?”
She grabbed one of his hands with her free one, and used it to replace the hand that was over his eyes. She took a breath. “Rex, where I come from, only a married or promised couple can see each other with their hair down. To see it before then is a very, very personal thing. Some people on my planet believe that seeing someone else’s hair outside of that upsets the old gods. Close friends and family, and certain traditions aside. Stories differ, and I guess it’s a little silly, but it’s how I was raised, and-“
“Mesh’la, I understand. My eyes are closed now. I was just going to offer to brush your hair for you, but I see that that a much deeper meaning for you. I swear, I didn’t see anything.” Rex said calmly.
Anxiety fluttered in her chest. “Thank you. It’s not that I don’t trust you, or- or that I don’t see you as a close friend- well, more than that,” she paused to nervously smile, “but for someone to see my hair down is a very intimate thing for me. I don’t think I’m quite ready for-”
“Cyare, I promise you, I understand,” Rex cut you off again with a soft smile, “When you’re ready, and only when you’re ready, I hope you will let me help you with your hair.” He lowered his hand to hold her shoulder, his eyes still closed. “And maybe you’ll let me go a little farther, which is what it sounds like all of this is about,” he adds in a huskier tone, closer to her ear.
Y/N’s heart raced at that, and her smile only grew. “Once again, I thank you, my love, for your respect. Now go back to bed, these knots won’t work out themselves. I’ll join you soon,” she said. As Rex carefully turned around, and before he could leave the refresher and close the door, Y/N slaps his rear playfully. Rex made to turn around, but his cyare quickly teases, “Ah ah ah, no peaking! You said you wouldn’t!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he acquiesced, and returned to bed. “You know I’ll get you back once you get over here.”
Y/N closed the ‘fresher door, finished combing her hair, and placed it in a loose style so it could dry but still be considered “up”. “Don’t I know it,” she lightheartedly replied before contentedly joining him in bed, and enjoying what limited time she had with Rex before he had to ship back out to the Republic’s war.
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summary: On the way to your home planet, you and Anakin put the past at rest.
A/n: I KNOW i said i would post like 3 weeks ago but this chapter was a journey to write!!! enjoy <3
The Legacy always felt like home for you. When your Master got and named the cruiser, he always told you that the Legacy and the men who cared for it were the best of the best. You stand on the bridge, combat armor fully equipped, cloak thrown over your shoulders. You always get cold upon takeoff.
Your Clone Commander and right-hand-man, Jex, stands with his helmet under his arm, speaking quietly with Admiral Jakobsen while you observe takeoff, waiting for your mission partner.
The newest distress signal came from your home planet - Onapesca. Unlike other Jedi, you actually remember your family, your parents and your cousins. Sometimes the memories blur, but others, it’s like you’re six years old again. The Council had disagreed and had had to vote on who they would send… until the next call came in, requesting you by name. Onapesca has a very specific force signature, and only those who know how to access that ‘frequency’ can enter the atmosphere without being battered and killed by force storms and the like.
And so, the Council sent you - and the Jedi with the most similar Force signature to you, General Skywalker.
“So, I hear this is the party ship,” Anakin’s voice sounds behind you. You turn, brushing the sides of your cloak back as you turn. He’s there with Rex, who approaches his brother and best friend with a complicated handshake. “What’s she called, again?”
“Anakin, Rex. Welcome to the Legacy.”
“General, we’re ready for takeoff,” Jakobson tells you. You nod, turning back to the big windows that let you look out over the cruiser.
“Whenever you’re ready, Admiral.”
Jex and Rex inform both you and Skywalker that they’ll go to speak with the troops before reporting back for the briefing for today. The journey to Onapesca from Coruscant is quite a long one - three day’s worth of space travel to reach the outer ring of storms. You’ve already debriefed the 500th, but the small force of 501st troopers brought with Anakin and Rex are none the wiser, so you schedule a full debrief in othree hours - enough time to get everything settled for the journey.
There’s inner turmoil poorly masked inside your soon to be partner (maybe it’s just poorly masked to you).
“Is something wrong, Skywalker?”
Anakin glances at you. You keep your gaze firmly locked on the receding planet of Coruscant, lights flickering, lighting the whole planet up.
“I can feel your anxiety, you forget. Is something bothering you?”
The blockade he’s built flickers. You try not to peek in, but you catch a glimpse of orange and blue and white. Wide blue eyes.
That can only be one person.
“Ahsoka? Where is she, by the way?”
Anakin bumps your shoulder.
“You know, you’re not supposed to do that.”
You wait silently.
He sighs.
“She’s back at the temple. Training.”
“Is she not your Padawan?”
“She didn’t want to come.”
That’s unlikely. You stay quiet, making sure your disbelief radiates toward him.
“She’s still having problems from the latest. I didn’t want to overwhelm her with another mission so soon.”
Finally, you turn to study him. He’s tired, eyes dark, heavy with a sort of exhaustion that comes and doesn’t go.
If he’s this tired, how is Ahsoka?
“She’s fourteen, Anakin. I wonder sometimes if she should be here.”
By here, you mean in the war.
“We were younger.”
“Look how that turned out.”
You turn away from him, walking down the path out of the bridge.
Look how that turned out.
You’re nine.
This is a clear memory - one you revisit often.
Anakin is a year older than you, ten when you meet, although you’ve been in training a lot longer, first as a youngling for a brief stint and then a Padawan learner, when you turned eight you were given a Master.
He’s kind, one of the Masters who would visit the Crèche often in search of a Padawan. He sensed your Force presence and the ability you’ve already developed, requesting you to be his Padawan.
As a young, advanced Padawan who’d beat some of your seniors already, you stuck out like a sore thumb.
Until Anakin.
Until he found you hiding away in the gardens, wiping tears with the backs of grubby, mud stained hands, after a particularly humiliating win.
He comes over and unravels the fortress of vines and flowers you’ve grown over yourself like a wall. The plants like him. They know that he’s just as different as you.
“I heard you crying,” He says.
Your tears dry immediately at the sight of him. He can’t see you cry, you have to prove that you’re just like the other Padawans.
“I cry too,” he tells you, skipping right over the gap in conversation. You sniff shyly.
“… you do?”
How could he, the Chosen One, cry? He’s already made a name for himself!
“Yeah,” He’s suddenly bashful. “I miss my mom sometimes.”
“Oh.”
You miss your family, too.
“That’s okay. I miss my family, too.”
It’s his turn to be surprised.
“You do?”
He’s perked up, and so have you. This is strange - another Jedi who even remembers their birth family.
So you talk, and talk, and giggle at his bad jokes.
It’s strange. You both need someone, someone who’s not your teacher or a friend, someone who understands the hurt of remembering.
And your Masters find you teaching him
how to manipulate the plants with only your hands, giggling when the flower he’s growing spits a wad of pollen in his face.
They share a look, and know this is the start.
Fourrteen, and blood runs hot.
You’re still getting bullied, but now Anakin is bigger than the bullies now.
He sprouted like a weed the past year and a half, growing what seems like five feet in the shortest span of time possible. He towers heads over your steadily growing self, now, all corded muscle and catlike movements.
The next time you’re made fun of, pushed around in the height of insecurity, he’s there to throw a well-timed punch to the face of a nineteen-year-old Nautolan who’s shorter and stockier than him.
“Anakin!” your voice has climbed octaves as the two brawl. Full-on, no sabers, no Force, brawl. Over one stupid comment and one poorly thought out shove. “Stop it! get off him!”
He doesn’t stop.
The other spectators are both screaming the the two Padawans to stop, and egging them on. Your throat catches on a sob, emotion building up, the feeling of helplessness is not one you’ve ever enjoyed.
You don’t know what else to do.
So you crack the force like a whip, sending them flying in opposite directions. Spreading your fingers and hands out separating the two Padawans, suspending them in the air just in time to stop them from hurtling into the marble walls. Everyone in the training hall goes silent at the sight of your huge feat of The Force, probably feeling the repercussions through the veil as Master Bosque, Master Kenobi, Master Secura, and Master Yoda crash into the room, seeing the two males floating, suspended in the air while you dig yourself dents into the marble floor, crackling under the weight of The Force.
Anakin paddles his arms, trying to get free of your hold.
At the sight of your Master, you let them down, setting them gently on the floor of the training arena.
Anakin’s eyes are on you.
His eye’s swelling already, but he’s otherwise fine. The other… well, his robes are torn, he’s bleeding from one eye, and one of his tentacles is displaced. Definitely worse off than your best friend.
Anakin winks at you as Obi reprimands him, and you bite back a smile as you leave with your own Master.
After this, Yoda offers you specialized training to harness your capabilities over The Force, but that’s another story completely.
Sixteen, and Anakin is distant.
He doesn’t seem to know how to act around you since you’ve filled out a bit, gotten prettier, learned how to dress for undercover missions you go on together, posing as clueless teenagers roaming the streets of Coruscant.
Recently, you’re not friends, out roaming. You’re hopeless romantics, ducking into alleyways to pretend to break the code.
You’ve dressed up in a nice little dress , hidden your sabers under the skirt and thrown on a bit of makeup.
Of course, this is all provided by the Order, for a mission investigating an emerging Coruscant Spice ring. Dangerous spice, that is, not the stuff you can snort and get a little woozy.
Anakin’s wearing a relatively nice-looking local suit, hair gelled back and braid tucked into a high collar. You can easily hide yours under your hair, but he’s got his shaved head to deal with as well. (and that little rat-tail on the back of his head).
He puts his hand on the small of your back - more like hovering it there- and you skirt the streets.
You slip into an alleyway, one where you’ve been informed of a deal going down.
Anakin presses you against the wall and waits for the signs of life. Footsteps, a scuffle. Something.
You try to meet his eyes. He avoids it.
Your Masters are in your ears, just like your heartbeat thinking for itself.
There it is. The deal. Someone’s coming into the alleyway.
Everything’s blurry with the scent of the cologne he’s spritzed on, something gross and insufferable.
His lips are clammy on yours, you can’t really focus on the kiss: your first, and probably only. You’re listening in, and when the dealers leave, he’s looking at you.
Looking at you.
“Don’t even think about it, Skywalker.” You click your comm on, wiping your lips. “Masters, come in. We have the location for the next deal.”
Anakin drags behind, quiet for the rest of the night.
After that, you go away for a while. Try to complete your Sentinel courses. Get everything ready. You go off world and try to give Anakin space.
Turns out, all the space in the galaxy isn’t far enough.
Age 20, newly knighted and reunited, you join forces again to combat a string of terrorist attacks.
As a Sentinel, you’ve always felt connected with the general population, maybe more so than the rest of your Jedi peers. So, on your first mission after the Knighting ceremony , yourself and Anakin investigating a string of explosions and bomb threats, it was up to you dealing with the informants.
The latest is a near-human around your age, witness to the bombing attempt of a sector of civilian shops. He’s bigger than you, charming, and a total flirt, and you can tell that Anakin absolutely hates him.
You can trust him, you think, with being civil. He’s not been overly emotional since that brutal day on Tatooine when you were eighteen.
Anakin, newly Knighted and full of pride and the sort of accidental prejudice that you’ve found lately in the Order, is certainly a sight to behold. In comparison to Aster, the informant, he’s wider, taller. More severe, more lithe, all corded muscle.
He can be intimidating.
Not to you.
Never to you.
But he stands behind you so menacingly during your interview with Aster that you have to tell him to leave in your head.
Aster smiles charmingly at you, pearly whites gleaming.
When he leaves the first day, Anakin tells you that he has a bad feeling about him.
“You have a bad feeling about everyone.”
Now, it seems like so much could have been prevented if you had only followed his advice.
You sense his presence entering the room, even with your eyes closed.
“You’re thinking about it, too.”
The briefing went well, no complications. Both groups of troopers fully briefed and in training together.
“The last mission we were on together.”
He sits down cross from you, your knees touching, the force flowing like it used to.
Like before the blowup, before the fall.
“Why are you so mad?” He’s waving his hands around, face red, twisted. You have this roiling boiling pot of overflowing rage in the pit of your stomach, tears huling up in your chest as you try to verbalize how you’re feeling.
Because of Anakin, Aster is dead. Because of Aster, Anakin could be.
And because of you…
Because of you, and your misjudgement, this is the first mission you’ve been on, and the first you’ve failed.
“Because, Anakin! You… You disrespected my orders, and you gave me your word.” You have tears threatening to spill. He’s never seen you mad, not like this. You take a. deep breath. “You promised me that you would go with the plan. You told me that you wouldn’t - that you-“
You breathe slow and heavy.
“You put yourself in danger. You disregarded me, my orders, and my authority. And because of you…”
Anakin isn’t even shameful. There’s no regret in his eyes. The tears spill over.
“He’s dead. You helped kill a man, Anakin. He’s dead and you have no remorse for what you’ve done.”
Anakin gets this look in his eye, the one he gets after you’ve bested him in training. Like has angry and disappointed in himself but he’ll never admit it.
You can’t be around him anymore for fear of saying something that ruins your relationship.
You get one, two, three, four steps in before…
The angry monster rears its head.
“It’s cause you’re fucking him, right? That’s why you’re mad.”
His voice grates on you like he knew it would.
How dare he.
“I let you cry to me, I held you in my arms and I put up with your bullshit. Get over it. I’m sorry your mother died. I’m sorry you think the world is against you, but that gives you no right to treat me like shit. I’m done with your bullshit. Get over your fucking attachment issues. I’m done.”
You spit out all the pent up anger like lava over your best friend. He’s so angry he’s seething, torn by your unusually biting words, words from someone he thought he could trust. You can’t stop the last words of your tirade from slipping out.
“Fuck. You.”
“You wouldn’t, I’m not rich enough.”
You close your eyes, laughing darkly.
“You’re pathetic. You don’t deserve that title you carry, that saber you wield. You wonder why everyone in your life leaves, well, mystery solved. They’d rather die than suffer through what I have.”
You ignore the guilt building in your stomach, tears streaming down your face. You want to throw up. Anakin’s gone sheet-white, and instead of apologizing for letting your emotions take over, you turn tail and run.
You open your eyes, biting back the same jumping feeling in your stomach, like you want to puke up all your intestines and hide away in a hole for the rest of your life. Anakin won’t meet your eyes. maybe you won’t meet his.
“That was… hard to watch,” He drags out eventually. “I’d forgotten…”
“All the awful things I said?” You laugh, hollow. He nods. “You’re lucky.” Tears prick at your eyes at the memory of the pure hatred running through your veins.
“When I got home that night my sabers turned red. That’s the most hatred I’ve felt ever, for myself, not just you. I purified them, but the color never came back.”
Anakin’s eyes widen.
“I didn’t know that could happen. They did use to be blue, didn’t they.”
“Matching set,” You say. Your hands are shaking. “Anakin, I’m-“
“I’m sorry,” He darts out at the same time. He barrels on. “For doing what I did. For letting my emotions cloud my judgment. For attacking you when you were down.”
It sounds like he’s been rehearsing this apology, just like you.
“I’m sorry, too,” You say. “Anger is never an excuse to say all those awful things, even if we weren’t in the Order.”
You fiddle with the hem of your robes.
“You changed my life.” Anakin breaks the silence. “I don’t know if it was for better or worse, but you changed me.”
“We changed each other, Anakin.”
You sit, knee-to-knee, like that, studying one another, finally at rest with what happened what feels like so long ago.
Arrival on Onapesca is a risky maneuver. The Force storms that surround the planet hide it away from your searching, and it takes almost half a day to fully breach all three barricades. You don’t know what awaits you, there’s no way to see through The Force the happenings on the planet.
You stand on deck in the small transport cruiser, Anakin at your side. You’ve cleared the cockpit, save Jex and Rex who will pilot the cruiser through the tunnel you create. The rest of your clone force is in the hill, the safest from the storm. Anakin is here for two reasons: He’s always been adept at lending you strength through The Force, and the second is a secret from him: he can take over if the strain weakens you to the point of not being able to support yourself and the ship.
Rex and Jex sit in commander’s chairs, operating the ship’s shields.
“On my count, lower the shields, Jex.”
Jex clicks a switch, salutes at you.
“Three,” You begin. You close your eyes, holding your hands out in front of you, The shield begins to bloom from your fingertips. Anakin stands behind you, ready to grant you his strength.
“Two.”
You picture an invisible barrier between the ship and the swirling, volatile mess in front of you. You bring your arms out wide, willing your force signature to become you.
“Now! Anakin!”
Your eyes snap open as his power overcomes you, and you plunge into the storm.
The tricky thing with the entry to force-planets like Onapesca is that, along with the shield, you must also fend off attacks and phantoms, using an immense amount of control and drawing on The Force with the ability of a Jedi Grand Master.
Luckily, you have Anakin to aid you.
You’re sure Jex and Rex think you look positively insane, but it’s working.
You lash your hands out all around you, feeling the waves of energy cascading upon you, harnessing it, adding to the shield. The ship begins to pick up speed, torpedoing straight through the second storm barrier, and with it, your movements faster.
Anakin and you, a sole being in The Force, Waves crashing over you but you don’t move, you press the water away, swimming to shore.
The high-speed noise and drag stops suddenly, bringing dead silence. You open your eyes, just to see the shield of multicolored light fade away, into a bright blue, cloudless sky.
You look down into your home planet, all greens and shining cities, made of marble, metals and jewels, supported in the sky by the force, and the home world below, waterfalls from the islands cascading down into more of the same beautiful, mountainous landscape, refracting light, dancing like a hundred rainbows over the lakes and seas.
The sun is going down as you approach the main capital city of Onapesca, Ostero.
Ostero is a wonder in itself, buildings crammed together around green spaces, carved marble and gold architecture, all the forces of nature working together to build the connection to every building, a metaphor for the constant connectedness that the force brings to the world.
The people in the streets are a wide diversity of travelers and locals lucky enough to find themselves in this haven of a city, or they would be, if there were any.
The streets of the Capital are barren of any trace of life as the transport flies over them, bound for the castle.
“That’s very unusual,” You point out to your companions: “What’s going on?”
The ship hovers over the castle. You’re jolted into Anakin, and you both fall to the floor, you on top of him. He grunts softly, and you roll off him.
“I’ve lost control of the cruiser!” Jex calls out. Rex is clicking furiously at the buttons.
Then it hits you.
“Oh!” You facepalm. “The hanger uses a Force pulley to bring in ships! I completely forgot about that!”
“You remember that from when you were seven?” Anakin asks, incredulously.
“No, I read it in the mission brief.”
Sure enough, the cruiser is being reeled downwards. You rush over and shut off the engine entirely, completely trusting the Force pulley to not send you crashing down.
“Things work different here on Onapesca, boys.” Your lips curve into the smile as the familiar hangar comes into view. “It’s almost like magic.”
It starts with fanfare, and you think, okay, this is normal. Trumpets and horns and big leaves and colorful sparks heralding your return.
Then comes the weeping. Lines of citizens weeping happily, to which all of your companions seem very awkward about.. Truth is, this is a little out of the ordinary.
After the weeping, when you step into the first courtyard that the hanger precedes, it gets really weird. Banners with your face on them in the Onapescan script that you can only haltingly understand. Statues of you and your family facing the sky.
“Is this normal?” Anakin whispers. Jex and your crew are having an absolute field day with one of the particularly racy statues of you - a statue with a physique so drastically different from yours it’s, admittedly, funny.
“Absolutely not. Skipp, I’ll skin you alive if you send that holo to anyone.”
The aisle set out for you leads to a set of double doors entering the first lift, but they don’t open when you try them with a wave of your hand.
“What-“
“Your Majesty!”
it seems almost directed at you, so you turn your head, to see a disheveled looking old man in long robes - robes of a priest, the King’s right hand man- running towards you from one of the floating stone lifts off the path.
“…Pieth?”
Pieth is older, frailer and thinner than he was when you last saw him, but he’s almost the same otherwise. Your Uncle’s best friend and companion, Pieth had tried to mentor you before realizing you were Jedi.
“You’ve arrived! Ha ha ha!” he does a strange little dance. He was always a little eccentric, that Pieth.
“Pieth, I’m here to respond to the distress call? I’ve brought a small clone battalion and a fellow Jedi Knight to assist you-“
“My dear friends!” Pieth rushes into an embrace with Anakin, who eyes you, paralyzed. “Thank you for accompanying our Queen and assisting us!”
Wait.
“Pieth… did you say…”
This is the first time Pieth falls silent.
“Pieth, my uncle? It was he who sent the distress call?”
Pieth glances at your companions, eyes hovering on Anakin, whose whole body is tense. Like you, he and the clones have made the same connection as you.
“The late King Karthik died the last week. Our people have been in mourning and in hiding for fear of the virus that killed him.”
Your mouth drops open. Queen of Onapesca?
The death of your uncle, while tragic, was not unexpected. He had always been sickly, and that had been many cycles ago. You’re actually surprised he even lasted this long.
“The throne… Is mine?”
“Traditionally, the throne falls to the heir with the strongest pull to the Force. In this instance, this is you, and with your companions, you will be the most capable Queen of Onapescan history.”
You share a look with Anakin.
“Pieth, I think you’ve drastically misunderstood my purpose here.” You glance around the courtyard, the statues all making sense now. “I’m here to respond to a distress call, Not to become Queen of Onapesca. Also, my only force-sensitive companion is Master Skywalker, these men are some of the finest soldiers in the Republic, yes, but they are no Force-users.”
Pieth smiles knowingly, waving a hand. You turn to see some shrubbery between two statues of you doing increasingly raunchy poses part, leaving…
“Ahsoka!” Anakin barks. Ahsoka at least has the sense to look sheepish. You tilt your head. Being back on Onapesca has really messed with your ability to sense presences.
Anakin practically drags Ahsoka over to you. She’s a mess of scrawny elbows and knees, orange skin blushing slightly as she glances at you, undoubtedly checking if you’re mad. You could never be, of course. You grin and wink at her, much to Anakin’s disdain.
“Come, your majesty. Honored soldiers. High Priest and Priestess.”
Ahsoka and Anakin both stare at you behind Piethz Ahsoka mouths, What the Fuck! and Anakin hisses at her, Ahsoka! We don’t say the fuck word!, ensuing a hushed argument behind you, and all you can do is let Pieth tell you of the happenings on Onapesca, in revelry of your new title.
What does this mean, becoming Queen of Onapesca?
Will you be able to give the throne away?
Or will you have to leave the Jedi Order entirely?
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oooooook so…
I sort of have a plan for the rest of this series (like 5 more parts), so those are gonna come around eventually.
On a separate note, i’ve been busy with end of school stuff for the past month or so, so sorry for the weird update timings.
thanks for reading!!
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Ok. I’m a bid Dogma fan myself. I’ve been following you for a couple weeks or so now. Something happened to Dogma at 79’s right? Did I miss something?
I take it you're talking about these two posts specifically [X] [X].
Back before the Forceful Intervention AU was a thing, I wrote one of my very first drabbles (atrocious writing really but it was a big starting point for the narrative I started developing for the FIAU Universe) that, funnily enough, was about Dogma but never featured his point of view.
Instead it was about post-Umbara from the point of view of one of my natborn OCs who had actually taken the time to befriend Dogma (and a few other troopers) prior to the Umbara Arc, and her witnessing the 501st denigrating his name while heavily drunk (to be fair to them, they'd just come out of a really rough situation and wanted to escape it through indulging at 79's, and things quickly got out of hand because angry and sad drunk men don't think before they speak, and pointing the finger at Dogma was easier to do than admit the system they all follow is heavily flawed and cares not for them).
Unbeknownst to them (but not to Mae, the OC in question, who was informed by Olly), Dogma has been interrogated and sentenced in a flash trial, and been turned into a huge cover-up's scapegoat by the Chancellor to "preserve the Jedi's flawless image so as to not shake up the civilians who need to believe in their heroes more than ever".
Long story short, in their attempt to ignore how badly Umbara has shaken them up, Jesse and Fives make some really cruel comments at Dogma's expense, not knowing that he's already a dead man walking who will be sent to Kamino to be either reconned or decommed depending on what the Kaminoans decide is best. And Tup who's sitting with them, doesn't do anything to defend his twin's name and just lets the rest of the troopers laugh and add their own comments and assumptions into the mix.
And this is both witnessed by Olly who followed Mae and her two companions (two 104th ARCs she helped rescue from Krell's battalion who were originally a part of the squad Tup and Dogma were assigned to on Kamino) to make sure they would be ok, Mae herself who bursts into genuine tears over how helpless she felt because she couldn't help her friend, and both Bully and Jawbreaker who were disgusted with the 501st's behavior and started a bar fight to defend Dogma's name. Olly already being there, helped a squad of fellow corries put an end to said bar fight and carted off everyone involved to the drunk tank.
That's the body cam footage Dogma is obsessing over. The derogative comments and Tup quietly sitting there saying nothing to put an end to them, like he would have during their cadet days.
It both hurts him deeply and fuels a deep-seethed anger towards himself and the 501st that only grows more confusing after the Coruscant Guard has no trouble accepting Dogma as he is.
What did he do wrong that he was so horrendously rejected by his first family battalion that he'd been so proud of being a part of, but not by the second who extended their understanding and patience to him without question or ridicule at his shortcomings?
Was he just not good enough to be a part of the 501st? Not crazy or flexible enough to meet their demands? Was he just too dogmatic and set in his ways to be welcomed? Too rigid to be a vod? A perpetual outsider?
These are the questions that bring him back to that footage. It's a cycle of self-consciousness, self-hatred and grief that one day he will overcome. But it's not an easy or clean process.
Because it never is.
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Hey! I have a idea for a head cannon buzzing in my head between Rex and a female Jedi reader. They fall in love over time, but are pulled apart by the war and then Order 66, and they reunite years later, when she works with the Bad Batch and she finally meets Rex when he meets them at the bar? I hope that makes sense!
I think I get what you mean... I like the idea! Let's see what I can do with that...
Rex x Fem!Jedi Reader - To See You Again
Angst/Fluff/Hurt/Comfort
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It's a feeling under your skin, in your bones. As you look at Rex, just before he leaves, you feel something, a premonition. A feeling tells you that you will not see each other again soon. A feeling tells you that something is about to change, something big, something negative, but you can't put your finger on it.
Your eyes meet. Longing, worried. Rex can tell you feel something. His brow furrows both critically and questioningly. He knows that your intuition should not be taken lightly. But you don't have time to talk, he has to go, just like you, on different missions.
Your heart beats heavy and hard in your chest, that ominous feeling in your stomach, spreads throughout your body. However, you have a task to fulfill, a duty, just like Rex and you are both dutiful.
That one look you give each other, that one look says so much. Affection, determination, strength and yet there is also fear. As your shuttle lifts off, and you turn to your next task, a little voice in the back of your head prays that your gut is deceiving you.
It's been years since Order 66, the fall of the Republic, the end of the Jedi, and the rise of a merciless Empire. Unexpectedly, you have found refuge and friendship in the midst of a group you least expected. A squad of clones. The so-called Bad Batch.
They have welcomed you into their midst, you are a friend, but also a mentor. Even though it used to be common for Jedi to lead the clones, you chose to stand with Hunter, not over him. He values your opinion, your advice and your help, and you are happy to be part of this little family.
You're all in Cid's office, half listening to a rather unfriendly conversation in the bar's main room, casually keeping an eye on the patrons. Two of them you've seen in the bar before, the third is wearing a poncho and has his face hidden deep under his hood.
You blink, turn your head and pay more attention to the scene. Under the poncho, you see the white of a clone armor, decorated with the blue of the 501st. Your heart beats faster, your muscles tense, you are not sure what to expect, but you feel a certain tension coming from the scene.
Cid keeps talking, but by now you're not paying attention to that, nor to her complaint, as you walk away from Hunter and the others to go back to the bar.
"This is my seat"
Two regulars complain about the poncho wearer, obviously looking for trouble.
You clear your throat, all heads turn to you, but you still can't see the one under the hood.
"Leave him alone," you say calmly.
"But-"
Your gaze instantly ensures silence.
You hear Hunter behind you, "What's going on?"
Quietly, barely audible, you say, "We have a visitor."
The man in the poncho slowly stands up, reaches for his hood and pulls it back. You see the blond mop of hair, the amber eyes underneath, the striking face. For a second, the air catches in your throat. You didn't expect to see that face ever again.
"Rex"
The name passes your lips in a whisper, softly, as if you're afraid he'll vanish into thin air if you're too loud.
The look with which he looks at you is serious and yet vulnerable, full of carefully hidden joy. A jolt goes through your body, you rush towards him and fall around Rex's neck.
You can feel the general confusion, know that the others are looking at each other questioningly.
It takes a moment for Rex to break free of his rigidity and close his strong arms tightly around you.
"Mesh'la"
Just a simple word, but his voice carries each syllable deep under your skin. You quiver for a moment, he squeezes you a little tighter against him with a soft but long sigh.
Quietly, you say, "I thought I would never see you again".
"Likewise"
A few silent moments pass, not even Cid says anything.
"It's so good to have you back," you finally hear Rex say, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
Hunter clears his throat carefully and says, "I guess you guys have a lot to talk about, we'll retire for now."
You glance over your shoulder briefly and nod gratefully at him. As you look forward again, Rex smiles at you, a sight to melt.
"I missed you so much," he says, leaning his forehead against yours.
You breathe deeply, smelling your beloved Rex, feeling him in the Force, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. A perfect moment.
"Don't ever leave me again," you say softly.
He squeezes you tighter, buries his face in the crook of your neck, and says close to your skin, "I promise I'll never leave you again."
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Thinking about a Modern AU for the batch and these are my thoughts:
Hunter: Works as a park ranger. Can go on long rants about people leaving garbage on trails. Has scared several drunk/high people when he’s found them in off trail areas in the past, leading to local legends about a “half-skeleton man” roaming in the forests around the area. The batch teases him mercilessly about this.
Wrecker: works as a line cook in Cid’s pub. Man is unstoppable with new recipes and makes killer comfort food. Everyone in the kitchen loves him. No one cares about his scars and he loves it. Brings home the kitchen leftovers for the family and does hold this over them when he wants something.
Tech: a mechanic in a local garage by day, a freelance programmer by night. He’s the one who bought the Marauder (the family sprinter van) and will hide the keys out of spite. Wants to apply to a racing team but also refuses to leave his family. Is certified to fly/drive most vehicles but keeps it quiet so he can pull that out like a party trick.
Echo: wanted to be a paramedic like Rex and the rest of his 501st brothers, but being a triple amputee makes that hard. Instead he’s gone back to school to become a licensed therapist and the batch live closest to campus so he moved in with them. Volunteers at the big city hospital’s rehab centre on weekends.
Crosshair: took the longest to adjust to civilian life. Has had a string of truly awful customer service jobs but also found a passion for photography, especially wildlife. His sniper skills give him the ability to patiently wait for the perfect shot with a long lens camera (that all the batch scraped together the money for to make him happy). He’s had some success selling his photos to various magazines but refuses to make a big deal out of it. Wrecker’s hung several of his prints at Cid’s pub.
All of them volunteer with the local search and rescue. Gonky is the world’s fattest cat with the loudest purr and wonkiest meow.
#the bad batch#i'm having ideas#maybe for future fics.#omega of course would be here and still be traumatized from nala se#rip#modern au#TO BE CLEAR IF YOU LIKE THESE IDEAS AND U WANT TO USE THEM GO FOR IT#PLEASE TAKE THEM AND USE THEM#i just always see the same ideas for a modern au#and i wanted something different#tbb au
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First of all, you’re amazing and your stories are amazing 🥺 Can I please ask for a Rex x female reader fic?
For the 4th of July here in the USA, my family always does a big cookout of some kind! This year, I’m making a few traditional family favorite dishes for the first time. I’m a little nervous because I’ve never been in charge of 3 dishes and dessert before, but as I’m cooking today, I’m wondering how the 501st guys would react to someone (the Captain’s girlfriend 🤭) inviting them over to eat for a celebration and cooking a whole lot of good food for them. (I’m making pasta salad, potato salad, and cheeseburgers, with red/white/blue marble cake!)
Hello and thank you. I'm doing my best. I don't know what the Star Wars equivalents are of those foods, but I'm sure the boys would all love to eat up anything you make them. I hope this is something along the lines of what you were looking for.
Rex was the only clone who had been to your home. You had introduced each other to different traditions. Your traditions were more domestic than Rex's but you loved learning about his brothers and the traditions the clones had made for themselves. You were the one who suggested inviting a bunch of the 501st over to eat and celebrate the upcoming holiday. The boys had never done anything quite like that, but were very excited to learn more about you and meet your friends as well.
When Jesse, Hardcase, Fives, Echo, Kix, Tup, and Dogma all arrived at the door, they looked at each other, each one unsure who should knock.
"Jesse, just knock," Fives said.
"Why do I have to do it," Jesse shot back.
"You're the one directly in front of the door," Tup replied.
"Oh nevermind I'll do it," Hardcase said with a grin as he pushed Jesse aside and knocked.
Rex opened the door and welcomed the boys through the house and out the back. A large table was set up for everyone to eat with you setting out multiple dishes to be passed. Their jaws all dropped. It was so much food and it smelled good. Not like the bland stuff they served in the mess hall.
"Boys," Rex said, "here she is." He introduced you to each of his brothers.
"You made all this for us," Kix asked.
"Yes," you said with a smile. "It's a day to celebrate with friends and family so we wanted you here."
You introduced them to some of your friends and everyone sat down. Food was passed around and Dogma and Echo were a particular help when it came to making sure the dishes were available to everyone and didn't mysteriously all end up near Jesse. The boys could not get over how much food there was and how good it tasted. They weren't eating simply to consume calories to be affective soldiers. They were eating for enjoyment and socializing. It was relaxed and fun.
Rex and the boys all helped clean up afterward too. Rex insisted if you went to all that trouble, it was the least they could do. He kissed you and thanked you for the food while you hung out with your friends. The boys all piled into the kitchen, Rex directing where leftovers should go, and Tup and Kix washing the dishes, with the others helping to wipe down the table and put the clean dishes away.
The rest of the evening included dessert and games for those who wanted to play. Hardcase and Fives got particularly competitive, but in the end Echo wiped the floor with them.
Your friends also enjoyed meeting the boys and getting to know them. They were dynamic and fun. Each had a sense of humor, even Dogma, who had loosened up in the new environment and had struck your friend's fancy. You all decided to try to get together like this more often.
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@fandom-friday I’ve had zero bandwidth to submit anything recently, but I’ve got a couple great ones this week!!
Magnetic Pull by The Absent Minded One on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46156762/chapters/116197879
This is a looooong fix-it fic, starting at the end of TBB season 2, but builds on their prior works as well (but not necessary to understand the story). Loads of character development for each member of TBB, there’s loads of suffering and angst for our boys, with tons of soft and brotherly moments sprinkled in. I especially love how TAMO writes Hunter and Crosshair. The guilt is palpable. Also their take on Tech and his special relationship with Crosshair? I absolutely cherish it. Despite the last few chapters giving me a heart attack, TAMO ended the story in spectacular fashion. If you are the the fuck-Hemlock and fuck-Emerie camp, this one is for you.
The Ties that Bind Us by @saggitary :
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52734940/chapters/133382281
This is turning into a fantastic and really compelling read. Focused on the 501st Clones and their relationship with Ahsoka. Lots of sibling antics here, but also some hurt and honest feelings, some Domino Twins Shenanigans ❤️, and now we are getting some fascinating Force concepts. I’m really enjoying the development of the family dynamics between everyone here. Really, Rex is the best Big Brother, Jesse is the only semi-responsible one, Kix is stressed, Hardcase and the Domino Twins are menaces, and Ahsoka is learning what being part of a family means.
Finally, a big shout-out to you @wild-karrde as you are continuing your In-Command re-write.
https://wild-karrde.tumblr.com/post/702398234256195584/in-command-master-list
I LOVE THIS FIC - it’s still one of my favorites. The character development of both Captain Rex and Senna are fantastic. Both have their flaws and you really spend time in their headspace, which I love. You make them feel so relatable and real. And the smut this go around?? 🥵🥵🥵 Perfection. Love this and will continue to follow along!
Thank you for always working so hard on these lists @fandom-friday !!
This is a FANTASTIC list and I am honored to be included on it! I'm always down for a good fix-it AU, and both of these fics look like EXCELLENT ones! Thanks so much for putting this list together and sending it in!
Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)
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Dimensional Slide
Hold onto your hats folks, this one gets a little weird.
It starts in a world very much like canon. Order 66, the death of the Jedi, Anakin's fall, splitting the twins, the works. About five years after the end of the clone wars, through a series of unfortunate events; first Owen and Beru Lars, then Bail and Breha Organa both die within a few months of each other.
Obi Wan takes Luke to the stars, without the Lars there is no reason to remain on Tatooine (Obi Wan still believes Anakin to be dead. They had only hid Luke on the desert world because he had family there and because Obi Wan was not fit to raise anyone at the end of the clown wars). A few months later Leia is smuggled to Obi Wan by the Rebellion (Specifically Quinlan Vos who had guessed as to who Leia is).
Now that the background is established we fast forward 10 years. In those 10 year Obi Wan discovers the information about the chips, but unfortunately discovers this in the same breath that he found out Cody died in a suicide run (believing that he had killed Obi Wan, he took with him the remains of the 212th, four companies of post war storm troopers, and an even dozen inquisitors. He had been planning it for nearly three years). He discovers who Vader is. The twins call him father and have developed into slightly paranoid, feral balls of pure light who are even more protective of Obi Wan than Obi Wan is of them. Yoda has made it known to members of the Rebellion that he believes that one or both of the twins is the ‘chosen one’ and their only hope. Obi Wan is not sure if he actually buys into the prophecy, but will not let anyone put that kind of pressure on his children(which is one of the reasons that they do not stay in one place for very long).
Luke, Leia, and Obi Wan are on a deserted world. On this deserted world with an old force temple, old enough that the exact faith is unknown, Leia touches an artifact. It takes all three of them and plops them into an alternate timeline, in the Room of a Thousand Fountains in the Coruscant temple.
In this alternate timeline, Anakin Skywalker never returned to Tatooine. It changes surprisingly little about the war itself, or the beginning of his slide into darkness. What it does is make Obi Wan a bigger irritant to Palpatine (as this Obi Wan and Anakin do not have the same weight of secrets tearing them apart), big enough that Order 66 is activated for the 212th early. Early enough that this Obi Wan is killed by his Commander, shot in the back even before the Jedi Council confront Palpatine. The breaking of their bond was enough of a shock to Anakin’s system that it halts his descent into darkness before it truly begins. With Anakin’s help they are able to take Palpatine alive, and he sits rotting in a specially made prison, as death is considered too good for him.
The stress sent Padme into early labor. In this world Padme survived but the twins did not. The process of saving Padme left her unable to have any more children. The twins and Obi Wan were the only casualties of Order 66 and its aftermath.
Any one of these events should have broken their relationship and for a time it did. Padme and Anakin divorced, got back together, remarried, and repeated the cycle no less than three times in the first five years after Clone Wars ended. Eventually they were able to build something healthy and long lasting. They have found that, as a couple, they are much healthier when they live apart, with lives that diverge almost completely save for a 5 week period every 4 months (5 weeks being the maximum that they can live with each other before the fighting begins). Padme continues to be a senator for Naboo, remaining on Coruscant most of the time. Anakin continues to take missions as a Jedi, but his main job (upon gaining stability of his own) is to take missions with the 212th(generally rebuilding or rescue), with help from the 501st. It started as a way of keeping them stable, as none of them (particularly Cody) took Obi Wan’s death well. It evolved over time into a specialized unit, associated with but not fully tied to the Jedi or the Senate, who handle the most dangerous search and rescue and reconstruction after planetary disasters or wars. Though each member of the unit has found both joy and satisfaction in the job itself, it is well known that the idea of the unit is dedicated to their lost general.
It is into this world, 15 years after the end of the Clone wars, that Obi Wan, Luke and Leia are dropped. The shift knocks Obi Wan out (as these stories always seem better if Obi Wan is unconscious at the first meet and greet), leaving Luke and Leia awake, aware and 100% unwilling to be separated from their father for even a moment. They will not give any of their names and are distressingly frantic over the fact that Obi Wan won’t wake. Like the ground around them is buckling as their force use is fueled by their worry kind of frantic. The twins do not know where Coruscant is (as in their world it is called Imperial Center), or believe that this is a Jedi temple (as to them the Jedi are dead). Fifteen years has been long enough that Obi wan is not recognized on sight, compounded by the fact that none of the people who found them were especially close with Obi wan.
After a time the trio are brought to Healing Halls. Vokara Che is the first to see Obi Wan and blink, almost dismissing the possibility that he was anything other than a look alike, because Obi Wan Kenobi is fifteen years dead. However, she is thorough in her examination, including a genetic scan for all three. There is a gathered crowd of healers, coming to gawk at twins (who still looked about 1 moment from attacking with their teeth), when she gets the results. Che has to sit on the floor for a moment when she reads who the genetic matches for all three of them are (by technicality the twins lived for 35 and 58 seconds, respectively, which is just long enough to have their genetic code entered into the system).
At that point the Master Che insists that the council be called, after she verifies that the only thing wrong with Obi Wan is Force exhaustion and that there is nothing wrong with the twins at all.
Though Obi Wan remains unconscious though these first interactions, the twins (Luke specifically, because in this world where the twins were raised by Obi Wan; Leia is has the need to act of all three of her parents, while Luke has their diplomacy) are able to tell the council enough that they can guess what had happened. Such an event is not common, but it is also not rare enough to be unknown.
The council had contacted many of Obi Wan’s old friends, to tell them who had been found. When this version of Quinlan Vos arrives, the twins relax slightly as they had at least met him before. Obi Wan wakes up just as Anakin, followed by Cody, Rex, Ahsoka, and Padme, crashes through the doors to the healing halls. He does not react well, barely awake and trying to push his children behind him, to protect them. He is a growling panicked, all but feral mess.
For a moment we leave this scene for the original universe. Yoda and several other surviving Jedi had known the moment that the twins left the timeline. They risk a meeting and convince Quinlan Vos to investigate. He begins to make his way toward the deserted planet, all the while questioning when the universe decided to place all their hopes in two teenagers.
Back with the new timeline, it has taken hours to calm everyone down enough to convince Obi Wan that 1)this wasn’t some kind of trick or hallucination, 2) He and his kids really had shifted timelines, and 3) they were safe, and did not need to fight or escape (it really was only luck that there was only property damage at that point).
There is a deep, almost unending well of awkwardness on both sides. It is made up of living guilt, both deserved and not (for surviving, for dismemberment, for a shot that killed one man and saved the galaxy, for the inability to strike a final blow that doomed it, for a Fall that all parties that remember it blame themselves for), the desperate longing of all present to cling to these living images of the people they lost contrasting with the unshakeable reality of 15 years between them (even the twins had heard enough of Obi Wan’s stories of all these people that they want to know these walking, talking memories), and pulsing under all of it (popping up with a depressing speed, as there are too many practical souls in the room) is the heart shredding knowledge that they would be separated again, when Obi Wan and his twins returned to their own timeline.
It is the twins that ease the tension in those first few days, after they reassured themselves that their father was alright. For the people in the new timeline, the twins that died in childbirth were not wholly people, they were a potential but there are no real memories that are attached to them. So there are not as many expectations on how they would act and react as there were with Obi Wan. And though they had met variations on some of these people (Rex, Ahsoka, Vos), for most all they have is stories.
In the original timeline Vos continues to seek the planet and temple where Obi Wan and the twins vanished. It is common knowledge amongst the rebellion that the twins have vanished. Through his travels we see some of the Rebels give up, with the ‘Chosen One’ gone. Others redouble their efforts. For a small percentage the disappearance has had no real effect. It makes Vos deeply uncomfortable to see and realize how much of the Rebellion had largely been in a holding pattern waiting for the Skywalker twins to grow old enough to help them break free.
There are many discussions in the new timeline, forgiveness is given (for limbs taken, for a killing shot, for different lives taken though the same childbirth) whether it should be needed or not. Eventually nothing is left unsaid. Obi Wan feels safe for the first time in 15 years. His twins get to know their biological parents as well as the extended family that should have been theirs. They even take time to go meet both the Organa’s and the Lars’. Cody and Obi Wan begin a romantic relationship, the relationship they had both wanted during the war (Obi Wan had been hesitant, but Cody had asked if denying themselves would make leaving easier. It wouldn’t). Everyone is very aware that any day might be the end point (they tracked down the artifact, it would need to be activated from the original universe’s end but the nature of the artifact would draw someone to activate it).
Eight months after Obi Wan and the twins drop into their lives, Vos of the original timeline finds the artifact. He takes his time to learn about the artifact before activating it, possibly knowing more than anyone else alive. He uses it to first view where Obi Wan and the twins had been dropped, observing them for a day; he sees their happiness, sees Obi Wan actually living for the first time since Order 66. Vos makes a decision. He opens the portal, enough for him to speak face to face with the people on the other side. He chooses his moment well, as Obi Wan and the twins are gathered with members of the 212, Obi Wan’s crechemates, the Skywalkers, and assorted others.
It’s the other Vos that notices the portal first. To the credit of everyone present, they all get pretty much immediately what the portal means. Obi Wan asks the original timeline Vos if they have time to say goodbye. Vos shugs and says that they are going to have all the time in the world, there is no way Vos will let any of them through (a quirk of the artifact, once the connection between worlds is broken twice, once in the initial use and once to return, it cannot be establish again). Obi Wan starts to object but Vos says ‘Hey, if you can tell me you have any reason to come back except for some overblown sense of duty to a prophecy you don’t even believe in and I will stand aside.’
Obi Wan can’t and the original Vos’s sharp grin softens, and he tells Obi Wan ‘You deserve to live, not just survive’ then he very deliberately looks at his other self and says ‘take care of our brother, yeah, he’s kinda bad at it’. The other Vos nods and the portal is closed.
In the original timeline Vos destroys the artifact for good measure. Then he leaves to start building a better future. Incidentally this is made much easier as the minute the portal closes for good, Vader drops dead. Ironically it had been his latent bond with Obi Wan that had kept him alive all these years, and when the connection between the timelines was cut, so was the bond.
In the new timeline things begin to settle again. Care is taken to ensure Obi Wan and the twins are given space that is shaped just for them, instead of trying to fill the space for the dead. Much therapy is solicited (For nearly a decade after they arrive, so many of the dimensional traveling trio and their assorted friends and family each had their own dedicated therapist, who in turn had their own therapist).
And they all found something like happiness.
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heya!
for the WIP asks 36. (Title your WIP like an article headline ) or 14. (Rewrite a scene from your WIP from another character’s perspective.) for 'Everyone Belongs Somewhere' from your whumptober series?
no pressure of course, hope you have a good day ((((:
Ahhhhh thank you so much for the ask! And I love the story that you chose, since I’m actively writing the second chapter right now. So I decided to answer both!
Ask 36: “Younger brother struggles to understand the concept of family” or alternatively, “Dogma’s No Good, Terrible, Very Bad Life: Coming Soon on Netflix!”
And here, I present Cody’s perspective of the first chapter!
Link to the story on ao3 and the missing scene below!
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They’d been looking for Clone Trooper Dogma for two days and Cody was starting to fear the worst.
They’d been searching for Dogma ever since the 212th finished their last engagement and Rex had contacted Cody, desperate and without options. The 501st was called back to Coruscant without any flexibility and they weren’t able to look for Dogma. It had been a few days before the 212th had been able to start searching and Cody was worried.
The trooper was in handcuffs and without armor, according to Rex. He wouldn’t be any sort of match against the wilds of Umbara and Cody couldn’t help but wonder if the Umbarans or their planetary nightmares had already gotten to him. It was hard to pick up any sort of trail, the only signs of clone life coming from the armies that had been there before.
It was Boil that found the first clue, as they traversed wilderness that showed no signs of their armies passing through.
“Commander!” He held up a ration wrapper that had been laying on the ground. “It’s not been here long, sir. Couple days, tops, from the look of it. Troopers weren’t in this area.”
Cody twisted his head, looking around. “He can’t be far. Captain Rex said he didn’t have any supplies, so even if the ration was his, he didn’t have much else.”
“If he’s even still alive, sir.” Boil scowled, not an uncommon expression on his face but even more so since Waxer had died. “I’ll run the scans again, see what I can find.”
Cody nodded and turned away, only to pause as he caught sight of something unusual. Underneath one of the nearby plants, one with big leafy growth that glowed unnaturally, the shadows didn’t look quite right. He took a step closer and could just make out what seemed to be a hand.
“Over here!”
Cody reached the vod first, taking in the sight before him. The trooper looked to be almost dead, curled into a fetal position with only a thin blanket wrapped around his shoulders, protecting him from little of the elements. Cody felt his neck and wrist for a pulse, breathing easier once he found it. They weren’t too late yet. Cody pulled him into a sitting position and hooked his arms under the vod’s knees and shoulders, picking him up.
He weighed concerningly little.
“He’s alive.” Boil was right behind Cody, looking at the younger clone in surprise. “I wasn’t sure he would be.”
“He won’t be if we don’t get him to Helix.” Their chief medic was in another search party at the moment. “Radio the rest of the search parties and have them report back to base, stat.”
“Yes Commander.”
Cody looked down and was startled to see Dogma’s eyes open, unfocused and confused, blinking as he took in his surroundings. He looked up at Cody as if he couldn’t believe he was real.
“There you go, kid. Rest, vod. We’ve got you.” Cody watched as the young clone’s eyes slid closed again and felt a surge of protectiveness. They just needed to keep him alive and they’d figure it out from there.
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