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alligatorpie1945 · 1 month
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"Twenty minutes later he’d made it back to his room with no memory of the journey and the taste of vomit stuck in the back of his throat.
No one asked what he’d done - it was an unspoken rule, never to ask - but Wrecker opened his arms and let Crosshair disappear into them without a word."
--Twelve Seconds by @eriexplosion
About a year or so ago I asked for fanfic submissions to be turned into comics! And this was one of them! I had actually started drawing this a year ago, but just now got around to finishing it!
It's a pretty heavy fic, but its short and really well written! Id suggest checking it out if your in angsty mood!
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luna-raider · 4 months
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Love this duo <3
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ladykagewaki · 8 months
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@zaya-mo @chrissywakingup @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @aintinacage @ladykatakuri @indira-korr @marierg @isthereanechoinhere96
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morphofan · 8 months
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The Bully of Kamino
Originally posted on Ao3.
Summary:
Cadet Force 99 must deal with an abusive bully, in the form of their instructor, Corporal Samson. Commander Cody puts a swift end to it, and in doing so, has a lasting effect on the squad, especially on Tech. This explains why Tech becomes a motor mouth, later, and why The Batch trusts and respects Cody so much. Inspired by Shyranno's "Downtime" comics featuring the Cadet Bad Batch. Very short, may be added to in the future.
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For @shyranno
The Cadets of Clone Force 99 were in class, and Corporal Samson’s lesson on Republic ships and their history went well, until….
“Excuse me, Sir,” said Tech, timidly, “but I believe you are incorrect. The Eta 2 predates the—”
“Don’t contradict your superior,” said the tall man sharply, cutting off the cadet in mid-sentence. “Have you no respect for me at all?”
The undersized, bespectacled clone fell silent, and quickly turned his eyes downward at the floor.
“Stand up,” Samson ordered, “and apologize to me.”
The clone rose and stood at attention beside his desk. The rest of his squad watched everything in shocked silence, wanting to jump to their brother’s defense, but hesitant to stand up to the angry instructor.
“S-sorry,” Tech stammered, his hands shaking as he continued to study the immaculate classroom floor.
“Sorry, WHAT?” Samson barked, stalking toward his student.
Tech jumped, startled, and began to tremble. “S-s-sorry Sir,” he corrected.
Hunter could hear the onset of tears in Tech’s voice, and despite his respect for Samson, he began to resent the abuse being inflicted upon his baby brother. But he was a good solider, and he held his tongue.
"Look at me when I am speaking to you, boy!" Samson snarled, violently grabbing Tech by the arm and giving him a rough shake, ignoring the cadet’s frightened yelp.
Hunter pressed his hands to his desktop in preparation of rising to his feet. He glared angrily as Samson continued to grip Tech's arm.
"I’ll not tolerate disrespect," the instructor spat, "you insubordinate little—"
"Take your hands off him."
The new voice surprised both Samson and the cadets, and they all looked up to find Marshal Commander Cody of the 212th standing there, with fire in his eyes. The commander had seemingly materialized out of nowhere.
"I said," he repeated slowly, moving threateningly close to Samson, "take... your hands... OFF him."
After a beat, the flustered instructor released Tech, and the diminutive cadet backed away, holding his arm. His squad mates promptly swarmed him, Hunter and Crosshair gently examining his arm, while Wrecker stood protectively between them and Samson, balling his fists on his hips and glowering up at the instructor.
Tech pushed his goggles up onto his forehead and screwed his fists into his leaking eyes, his breath hitching. Crosshair wrapped an arm around him, sneering venomously at Samson, while Hunter spoke quietly and comfortingly, brushing the tears from Tech’s face.
Cody’s voice was low and dangerous as he addressed Samson.
"Now listen very carefully,” he growled. “I don't care how many troopers you’ve successfully sent up the ranks. If I EVER hear of you putting your hands on a cadet, again…. I’ll have you demoted so far down the chain of command, that you’ll be taking orders from them.”
He pointed at the squad, all of them now wide-eyed and staring up at him.
“You don’t have the authority to—” Samson began, sputtering in indignation.
“I do, and I will see to it, personally." The commander’s tone left no room for debate. “Try me.” He folded his arms.
There was silence, aside from Tech’s sniffling, for a good solid minute.
Red in the face, Samson looked like he was about to say something, but when Cody glared at him, he wisely closed his mouth. With a huff, the instructor turned and stormed out of the classroom, and Tech peeked out from behind Wrecker to watch him go.
"What a hothead," Crosshair muttered, disdainfully. He looked up as Cody turned to them.
The anger in the commander’s eyes had been replaced by softness and brotherly concern. He gently nudged Wrecker aside before addressing Tech.
"You all right, vod’ika?" the tall man asked warmly. He dropped down on one knee so he could look the little cadet in the eye.
“Y-y-yes sir.”
The dark-haired man smiled, and reached for Tech’s arm. “May I?”
Tech nodded, trembling and silent as the commander took hold of his arm and carefully examined it.
“Any pain?” Cody asked, working Tech’s elbow, then rotating the limb at the shoulder.
Tech shook his head, and settled his goggles back in place over his eyes as the kindly commander released his arm.
“What’s your name, soldier?” Cody asked, smiling again.
“Uhh,” Tech stammered, “I-I-I am CT nine nine zero—”
“No, no,” Cody said, chuckling and shaking his head. “Your name. What do your brothers call you?”
Gaping like a landed burra fish, the bespectacled clone went wide-eyed and mute, and then promptly found his boots fascinating.
“We call him ‘Tech,’ sir,” Hunter supplied helpfully, once the silence had become awkward.
“Hello there, ’Tech,’” the commander said kindly, reaching out and tousling the clone’s sandy-brown hair. “Am I correct to guess you’re the quiet one of the squad?”
“Hardly,” Crosshair muttered with a snort and a lopsided smile as he produced a half-eaten red sucker from his shirt pocket. He jammed it between his lips, tucking the stick tightly into the corner of his small mouth.
“Tech just gets nervous talking to anyone, besides us,” Wrecker chimed in. “Sir!” he added quickly, when Hunter elbowed him in the ribs.
“I understand,” said Cody, with a wink. “I was the same, when I was your age.”
Tech hesitantly lifted his face to the commander.
“Sometimes it’s a bit scary to speak up, especially to someone bigger or older than you, isn’t it?” Cody smiled warmly.
The little clone’s eyes widened even further, and he nodded, the beginnings of a smile tugging at his damp, reddened cheeks. “Y-yes, Sir.”
“And not everyone will take it well, especially if it turns out that they are wrong, and you are right,” said Cody. “But I believe that one should never be afraid to share their knowledge.”
CC-2224, please report to the training facility at once. The emotionless voice droned from the overhead speaker system.
Cody gave a shrug and a sigh as he rose to his feet. “Duty calls, gentlemen.” As he was turning to leave, he paused, and reached down one more time to gently chuck Tech’s chin.
“Remember what I said, Little Tech,” he said softly, with a wink. “And if you have any more trouble with Samson—or anyone else for that matter—don’t hesitate to contact me.”
“Thank you, Commander,” Hunter said, with a crisp salute.
Giving a final wave, Cody strode briskly out the door and down the corridor, in the direction of the training facility.
“I like him,” Wrecker announced.
“He’s not so bad,” added Crosshair, “for a Reg.”
“I hope we’ll get to work with Commander Cody, one day, when we’re grown,” said Hunter, reaching to drape his arm around Tech’s bony shoulders.
“Me too,” agreed the smaller clone, straightening his goggles. “And for the record… Corporal Samson WAS wrong. The earliest design of the Eta 2 Jedi Starfighter was—”
Tech chattered on and on as Clone Force 99 headed back to their barracks. If he noticed the loving, knowing smiles his brothers exchanged during his flood of information, he did not acknowledge it.
Hunter knew that the next time Tech was required to speak up, he’d have the courage and confidence to do so, without fear. Commander Cody had indelibly changed their lives with that one, brief interaction.
Hunter didn’t know if his squad would ever cross paths with CC-2224 again, but if they did, he knew that his team would respect and trust the kindly Commander.
Even though he was a Reg….
THE END
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tuptastic · 2 years
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" The Jedi wouldn't let them kill us, so they sent us out with the rest of them hoping we'd die. "
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CT-5898, " Periwinkle ", was decanted as part of a defective batch, with flaws to their accelerated aging that did not become apparent until they were three. This discovery was made via one of their batchmate, hit the hardest by the defect, who was taken away for decommissioning and was never seen again after he failed to reach their minimum growth requirements. While the rest of the batch likely would have followed, Shaak Ti refused to allow it. Thus, they were allowed to be kept alive, and to continue their training, so long as they continued to hit their requirements.
Their batch, mockingly dubbed the "Baby Batch", was deployed alongside the others in their age group, standing only physically around 15-18 around their tike of deployment. The batch was separated from one another (likely to decrease their chances of survival), and sent to different batallions. Periwinkle was stationed on Coruscant, where death tolls were shockingly high but well covered, and his success rates were low.
Due to his upbringing on Kamino and the constant threat of being decommissioned or forced into maintence work away from his siblings, Periwinkle suffers from extreme anxiety, especially around figures of extreme authority, though he has gotten good at hiding it. He suffers bouts of selective mutism, and boasted his longest episode of three months after he was assaulted by a senator. He has bonded very well with his siblings on Coruscant, and slowly he is coming out of his shell, experimenting more with his artistix abilities and even taking the step to bleach his hair, which was a very big step for him to take. Despite the distance, he tries his best to keep in contact with his siblings.
(Or, most of them- he doesn't know that his missing brother is still alive.)
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ladyzirkonia · 25 days
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I know everything is pretty depressing, so take this beautiful clone babies with icecream as compensation. 💗
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obsob · 1 year
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despite, despite, despite!!
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holoemitters · 4 days
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TBB 3x14
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the-l0st-lore · 25 days
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Preview of next week’s episode:
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pianju · 1 year
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my favorite genre is stupid idiot fathers protecting their stupid idiot little children
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the-bi-space-ace · 10 days
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Never forget that Echo is an ARC trooper. Never forget that Echo is a badass. Never forget that Echo is a capable and experienced soldier and strategist. Never forget that Echo is impressive as fuck and an incredibly skilled man who can hold his own and never backs down from a fight.
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alligatorpie1945 · 1 year
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Once Tech was given a data pad, he quickly hacked it and was able to access the holonet. (Which they were not allowed to have). He and his brothers would stay up late and watch movies together. 99 caught them a couple times, but kept their secret safe.
What do you think they are watching?
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luna-raider · 4 months
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That line, she said, she understood him, it hit me very hard. ​the baby batch
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ladykagewaki · 11 months
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Squeeeeeeeeeze!!! You've been given a hug! Send this to all the people who deserve a hug. See how many you get back :) Now let the hugging begin!
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darth-memes · 15 days
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url0calweirdo · 28 days
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Manifesting his return rn
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