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Hot take: trainer!Anakin
but hear me out!!!!! trainer!Anakin as a boyfriend would be the coolest and sexiest shit ever. Proof right here:
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-Jogging after morning cuddles
-He would wake you up with tons of kisses just so you would feel motivated to go out with him
-if you were feeling extremely lazy that morning, he would have to use a stronger tactic eating you out
-He would use you, yes you, in his own routine. Whether it was dropping a kiss on your lips after every push up he completed, or using you as weight during his hip thrusts. Anakin Skywalker would use you as his muse in every single area of his life, this included.
-Not gonna lie, depending on your personality, your joined visits to the gym would quickly become a competition. He loved that about training with you, it made it more fun.
-He's still salty about that time you made more squats than him
-But he's not actually pissed because he's just too delighted with the results of the exercise on your ass
-He loves your ass
-He loves publicly groping your ass, sending a message to all of the gym bros that thirst over you
-You would scold him after he squeezed your bumcheeks, or after he smacked your ass in front of someone but you secretly liked that caveman part of him
-Also I feel like Anakin is obsessed by how your thighs look after you just finished doing a lower body exercise. All firm and fit. Ready to pop.
-And viceversa. Whenever he stopped doing his quad exercises, the only thing your brain could process was riding his thigh back home oops (that one hits too close to home)
-Sometimes you would take separate paths, given that your target areas were so different. While you were at the spinning machine, he would be at the other side of the facility, bench pressing your weight. As a warmup.
-Honestly drooling over your boyfriend was half the experience of being at the gym. He would sometimes catch you all embellished and shit, and he would wink at you with an arrogant smile
-As a trainer, Anakin would be tough. Physical excellency is very important to him. He is ruled by the philosophy that our bodies are temples, so he is very fit and shit. Exercising is no exception to his perfectionism and stubborness. In fact, he takes his job of making you healthier very seriously.
-You want to skip a set? He just added one more. You are not pushing yourself to pick up a heavier weight, even when you know you can? He is adding ten more reps. And don't even get him started on avoiding a specific type of exercise. You are doing the burpees, even if that takes all day long.
-General Skywalker = trainer! Anakin
-But also I think he would be very sweet if he knew you struggle with exercising. Maybe you had a difficult relationship with your body and/or felt insecure by training in a public space; he would help you make amends with the situation and be patient with you
-we all know what you two would do as cardio. Henry Cavill said it first
-finally, the ultimate reward for dragging your ass out of bed and to the gym (instead of sleeping) was to see Anakin fresh out of the shower with a compression black shirt and grey sweatpants.
GOD I COULD DO A HUNDRED OF THESE. AS A GYM RAT MYSELF, THIS IS THE DREAM.
#trainer!Anakin#thoughts out loud#the head I would give this man#star wars#anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker smut#anakin skywalker x reader#sw anakin#anakin#darth vader#anakin skywalker au
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Through out your posts you indicate that you head-canon Rex as gay, but who’s he got a crush on and or how’d he figure it out?
he likes anakin. hes not happy about it either lmao
#for years rex thinks codys a loser for being so down bad for his general that when he starts falling for anakin codys like OHH OKAY.#HOWS IT FEEL ASSHOLE#my art#star wars#tcw#clone wars#captain rex#commander cody#rexwalker#but yeah i mean since i hc the entire gar sans bly is fruity in some ways or other it was p normal for cadets to get crushes on the trainers#and so like. rex thought they were attractive but just didnt rlly care about romance or anything#so i feel like he always kinda knew but in like a passive way#even after he got deployed and got assigned to anakin he didnt rlly think much of him at first#but eventually his heart started fluttering everytime anakin stepped into his personal space and started smiling around him more#cody eventually had to sit him down and be like rex. vod. you are GAY
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please please please, did the space-monk keep his armies up his sleevies??
Of course he did!
This is an exceptionally silly title, but in my defense, it’s a nonsense file full of contradictory timeline schenanigans and snippets of a fic I am not writing. The same fic I’m very very absolutely not writing that I mentioned in the seven-sentence post last Sunday, actually! It has been plaguing me.
The thing is, is that I am so sure there ought to be a way to make it work. I haven’t found it so far, so far I have only found many ways not to make the metaphorical lightbulb, but I feel so strongly that it should work. I will make it work eventually, and then I will be free.
The ‘it’ (army up our sleevey) in question: the Mandalorian Empire! I am so sure that there should be a way to rewrite these wholeass war stars so that the Mandalorian Excision is a turning point in the history of the Jedi Order, but in the opposite direction from canon. Have it be the first time the Jedi were commanded to go commit large-scale violence against a sovereign system just because the Republic said to, and so the first time the Jedi found themselves truly pushed to a point where they cannot do as ordered without wholly breaking the tenets of their Order but cannot disobey and keep themselves safe and in a position to fulfil the objectives of their Order—and have them turn to the Force for a third option.
It's a pretty radical third option, because I want to play with the timeline and also because the one scene makes me so so so happy, but—instead of killing off the Mandalorians, they meet with them, make a deal with them, pack them up on ships, and slide them into a pocket in the Unifying Force to be retrieved (much) later, when it’s safe. Fast forward all the way to AotC, once the Jedi have discovered the clone army prepped for them on Kamino and received that implicit authorization to hire what amounts to a mercenary army, they can do a fine magician’s flourish and pull the better part of the Mandalorian Empire out of their sleeves! What a scene that would be, I want it so badly.
And all the fun of the set-up, too! Imagine it, right, the Jedi have elevated ‘from a certain point of view’ to a zen art and have a now long-running history of taking creative options to do the most good possible regardless of Republic guidelines, but keeping it all on the down-low has given the Jedi chronically poor PR (essentially the same as they have in canon) and the truth of many things has passed out of memory and into the keeping of the Force. Then the tragedy at Galidraan happens, Dooku’s faith wavers, and the Force returns one secret to them—Dooku’s good friend Sifo-Dyas gets him together with Master Archivist Jocasta Nu and the three of them learn about the pocket Mandos waiting to be pulled, the absolute proof of how far the Jedi will go (and how much the Force will support them) in order to preserve life. And then immediately after that revelation is when Sidious comes to whisper in Dooku’s ear, all his manipulations, how the Republic is corrupt and the Jedi are useless and if Dooku wants power enough to make a difference he’ll need to do something radical—and Dooku is playing him the entire time.
And thematically, it could be so good! Revisiting the original Star Wars question of are the Jedi knights following lords or monks serving a higher purpose! The distinction between lying to gain the freedom to do good (Jedi mind-trick) and manipulations to gain power to do evil (Sith compulsion)! Once-and-future Mandos who are both the kings waiting to return to their people and the sword waiting to be drawn! The Clone Wars are still fought, kind of! An Empire still rises, kind of! The clones who were chattel, produced and sold by a failed Mand’alor, denied any culture or history, destined to fight and die unacknowledged in someone else’s war; now being adopted wholesale by the returned Mandalorian people, hailed as a gift from the Force itself, sharing their knowledge of modern times and being taught all the cultural traditions of Mandalore’s heyday, being treated as beloved children and kept as safe as any Mando’ad could be! Anakin, fatherless child of the Force, as the prophesied Chosen One, found by the will of the Living Force, trained by a sleight-of-hand master with a powerful connection to the Unifying Force, strong enough to bring balance to the Force not through massacre but instead by bringing back an entire people! Renewal, healing, proof that good will always ultimately triumph over evil but that you have to get it there through a balanced combination of faith and hard work! So fun!!!!
Exactly how and when all this happens and what the hell all the fallout is, though, all that stuff still escapes me. This file is an absolute nightmare bog of snippets and bullet-point ranting.
#asks#anternika#hi hi hi hi <3 <3 <3 <3#thank you for validating my incredibly silly joke#I just I so very much want to see Obi-Wan and Anakin open up the void of space above Kamino into essentially a Force-constructed hyperlane#pull an armada out like space rabbits from a galactic hat and then laugh directly in Sidious' face#and then a three-strand plot to handle the Separatists the Sith and the rehoming of pretty much everybody (Jedi and clones and Mandos etc)#I know there has to be a way to do it but it's like I'm doing a puzzle blind. just slamming pieces together and feeling them fail to click#how to have the clones around long enough to be established characters and give them agency enough to opt in to the fighting?#have Dooku sneak Obi-Wan in as a trainer on Kamino before the Jedi are able to officially discover the clone army? where's Anakin?#other questions then: what's the place of the Shadows in this adjusted Jedi Order? what's the state of slavery in this galaxy?#what's the state of the Mandalorian remnants? the New Mandalorians? what's Obi-Wan's history with them now?#and later where are we putting the returned Mandalorians? to what extent do we let the Separatists secede? are we dissolving the Republic?#who knows! certainly not me. I have a million options sketched out and they're all mutually-exclusive#and anyway almost all my scenes turn into various characters talking to the clones about their past experiences and future opportunities#I just love them so much
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Hi :)
How about lab partner, elevator and trainer with…. Astarion, Ahsoka (clone wars edition), C3PO?
Lab Partner for a Whole Semester: C3PO
I suck at lab work and C-3PO is enough of a worrier that he’ll bug me enough to actually do it. I’d scape by with a C.
Stuck in an Elevator for 10 Hours: Ahsoka
I think she’s the only one whose company I could stand for ten hours. Granted the first four would be spent trying to convince her not to climb up the elevator shaft to get help, but I think eventually we’d just be able to hang.
Employee Trainer for your new job at McDonalds: Anakin
It would be a disaster and objectively hilarious. Like technically I would be trained to do my job, but he’d also be making sure I knew all the short cuts and ways to waste time on the clock while not technically getting in trouble.
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If I had the chance I would steal Anakin's girl so fast he wouldn't even see it coming.
I'd be the woman who Padme says not to worry about but guess what...
IM OUT HERE MAKIN MOVES AND WOOIN THE SENATOR OF NABOO.
Watch out sandy boi or Obi-Wan Kenobi will be next.
#I will have a whole poly#padme and Obi-Wan#i will collect them all like a pokemon trainer#watch out flyboy#star wars#sunnie rambles#stealing anakins girl
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For the Republic
Here’s an order 66 fix it that is the confluence of several coincidental misunderstandings. Also why outsourcing your brainwashing is overall a bad idea.
Let's set the stage, ok?
The first misunderstanding is relatively simple, near the beginning of the war. A case of similar words causing confusions that is never cleared up. In this case a series of conversations between various clones and their Jedi about the Jedi’s relationship with the Republic. These conversations leave the Clones, all of them, convinced that the Jedi Order belongs to the Republic, instead of being part of the Republic. You know, in the same way that the Clones belong to the Republic (No matter which side you argue is true, this was not what the Jedi meant). This confusion is so deep that when Slick betrays them all to Ventress, his rants are specifically toward the Republic, and do not mention the Jedi Order at all.
The second misunderstanding is a bit more complex. It starts with the earliest flash training for the clones, the basics that are pushed so deep that none of the clones have any conscious memory of them, but are buried in the subconscious. Along with the Orders that would be enforced by the chips, there was the phrase ‘Jedi have Power’. There are other trainings that get layered on top of it, but in the deepest part of the Clone psyche the most basic definition that they have for Jedi is ‘Jedi have Power’. But Power, as a term, is an abstract that can mean so many things. And though they never realized it, the Trainers and Jango Fett and the Kaminoans taught the Clones a very specific definition of Power. Power cannot be had by someone who belongs to the Republic and Power only belongs to those who use it (specifically those who use it to abuse others).
By that definition their Generals and their Padawan Commanders and what is known as the Jedi Order are not Jedi. Instead the Clones view these beings as brothers (having very little grasp of gender) of a higher rank. Again this knowledge is buried so deep the Clones do not realize they think this. It is instinct. Frankly the distinction is somewhat subtle, and is closer to how the Jedi wish to be treated (without the higher rank part) so no one notices the shift.
When Umbara happens the anger that the clones feel toward Krell is not the disbelieving anger of an idol's pedestal crumbling, but the same anger felt for Slick’s betrayal.
When Order 66 happens, the Jedi become traitors. Except…the people that Palpatine intended to be killed were not considered to be Jedi. For Jedi had to have Power, and Power only belonged to those who were free, and only those who showed their Power.
The way that many of the Natborn officers did.
So the Clones immediately turned their weapons on the Naval officers who had been abusive, primarily to Clones or Jedi, but also some instances of civilian abuse as well.
On Coruscant, Anakin begins to lead the 501st to march on the temple. Only, as soon as they realized where they were headed, they stopped their general, confused. There are no Jedi there, they say. Anakin says something about Palpatine having the Power to save Padme. This leads Appo to the conclusion that Palpatine is a Jedi Traitor, who has done something to their General (which yes, but also no). The 501st stuns Anakin, with some taking him to the temple for deprogramming, or whatever needs to be done to counteract whatever the Jedi Traitors did.
The rest march back into the Rotunda to hunt the Jedi Traitor Palpatine. They are met by Fox, who shrugs and goes with them (with his own platoon of CG) without argument when Appo says that Palpatine is a Jedi. The active chips do muffle the Clones in the Force, a deliberate feature that Palpatine never thought could be used against him.
So Palpatine, the shiny new Emperor, is Emperor for about 20 minutes before he is shot through with so many bolts that he is basically left a goo on the floor. This bypasses every single one of his backup plans, many of which could not be fully put in place until he was Emperor, so there is no ‘Palpatine returns’.
At the temple roughly a dozen members of the 501st enter the Healing Halls, carrying a stunned Anakin Skywalker. Even stunned the healers can tell he is in some kind of mental breakdown. The healers (who do filter out anything that is not helpful o figuring out what is wrong with their patients, so ignore the whole ‘Palpatine the Jedi traitor’ thing) take from what the troopers have to say that they believe that Anakin may be possessed by something and that he is worrying about Padme Amidala’s health, both of which are causing the breakdown.
So Padme is collected by the rest of the 501st and brought to the healing halls, and it is decided that Anakin will be kept unconscious until his former Master, Obi WAn, is back on planet (if he is possessed then having his loved ones there is the best bet for breaking through and of Anakin’s loved one Obi wan would be the best equipped to not be killed). The healers, upon seeing Padme’s pregnancy, insist on a full exam. During this exam it is discovered that, due to a growth on her pelvic bone, a natural birth would likely be fatal to her and possibly the children (I do love the idea that Palpatine was feeding Anakin those visions, or that the visions were caused by Palpatine or Anakin causing Padme’s death, but it is also interesting to think that the visions were legitimate and the cause was something natural). Padme is scolded for not seeking out proper prenatal care, which would have noted the problem. The healers schedule her for an induced c section closer to her due date and ask that she check in daily (or sooner if she starts feeling anything weird) to make sure there is nothing else.
The Coruscant Guard continues to hunt through the Senate for ‘Jedi’, of which there is less than you would think. Yes a couple of hundred who meet the clone definition, but that is out of more that 100,000 beings in the building at any one time (with almost 25,000 systems represented, if assume an average of 2 senators per system, that is 50,000 senators. With a retinue of aids, guards, interns, and others that easily clears into 100,000).
And there is just…so much confusion (I find that I love pairing ‘Order 66 happened differently’ with ‘and everyone is confused’, it gives me great joy).
From the point of view of the Jedi, between on moment and the next the clones decided it was time to mutiny and the only explanation that is given is ‘The Jedi are traitors, we must kill the traitors’ as the clones continuously fail to shoot any Jedi (Like even the stormtroopers of canon do not fail to hit their stated targets this badly), though the clones have shot many people.
From the point of view of the Senate, between one moment and the next the Clones chose high treason with no explanation (Because no one conscious on Coruscant knew that Palpatine was a Sith and the beings that knew about the chips and Order 66 ended up pretty high on the ‘Traitor Jedi’ list and killed).
In the Force, and the Manda, respectively, Palpatine and Jango Fett were watching this happening with their own confusion. This was not the plan.
The Generals do eventually get an order to the clones to capture instead of kill the ‘Jedi traitors’. By this point the Coruscant Guard had cleared the Senate and were just starting to descend levels of Coruscant in search of Jedi traitors. It is not too long after this that Mace Windu is found and brought back to the Temple, near death. They also figure out why the Clones do not consider the Jedi, Jedi. It is decided that they cannot correct the Jedi definition issue until they figure out the ‘shoot the Jedi’ issue.
In this version the chips do not do anything to the personalities or memories of the clones, they simply reinforce the flash training for the Orders and remove any ability to disobey.
With the 212th, Obi Wan had spent a decent amount of time over the course of the war finding excuses to get rid of nat born officers that treated the clones as less than sentient. With his mindset of ‘a certain point of view’ he was pretty successful. There were still a handful in the higher command (the higher the officer was in the command structure, the harder it was to get rid of them) but none of the natborn officers that would be on the ground, or even in communication with the forces on Utapau. Though the activation of the chips and the death that followed caused a bit of a shiver in the Force, it was not the screaming darkness of Canon and was lost in the madness of battle.
So it was not until they were being transported back to the Resolute that Cody, quite proudly, announced that the Jedi traitors had been routed from the 212th. Obi Wan had questions. Cody answered with things that explained nothing
Obi Wan: Jedi…Traitors?
Cody (nodding): The Jedi have been discovered as traitors to the Republic, Sir, a kill on sight order is now in effect.
Obi Wan: I don’t remember anyone trying to kill me?
Boil (Visibly offended, even through his bucket): You’re no Jedi, general.
Obi Wan: I’m…I’m not?
Every Trooper on the ship in unison: Jedi have Power.
Obi Wan (Internally):What does that mean? WHAT DOES that mean? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
Cody (Now looking a little concerned): Sir, you've gone really pale. Do you need a medic?
They head back for Coruscant. On the way Obi Wan receives a series of messages. First, there are no high council members currently conscious on Coruscant. There should have been five. Anakin had been stunned by his own trooper, is possibly possessed, and is being held unconscious just in case. Agen Kolar, Saesee Tiin, and Kit Fisto have simply vanished. Mace Windu had been missing but was found and is now in Bacta with extensive injuries sans one hand.
No one had been told that those four members had been going to confront Palpatine and as soon as Palpatine had been killed (in a hallway), his office had been automatically locked down. So no one knows that behind the shielding are the bodies of three Jedi Masters.
Second, not only was the 212th not the only battalion to commit some form of mutiny, the 501st and the Coruscant Guard had apparently abruptly decided that high treason was a reasonable action. All the while claiming that they are hunting Jedi Traitors (with not a single person they shot being a Jedi). The senate had also apparently realized that without the Coruscant Guard, there is not enough manpower to stop the Clones from killing whomever they wished (Much of the Senate had been so proud of the cost cutting measure of reducing the non clone security forces).
Third, since the remaining members of the council were spread throughout the galaxy (with Obi Wan being the closest), as soon as he arrived on Coruscant Obi Wan would be in charge of figuring out what was going on with the Clones, before the Senate found enough people to capture them. Then deal with the political clusterfuck of mutiny and high treason (as the Clones were considered part of the Order). Find time to help Anakin.
Killing Grievous was supposed to give Obi Wan less to do, not more. With the knowledge that there is something wrong with the Clones, he cannot even flirt with Cody (They had an understanding about exploring a romantic relationship after the war ended, but as stress relief both would flirt back and forth and see how explicit they can get before someone called them on it-The only reason no one had yet is because the 212th had a bet going on CodyWan admitting they are together and no one wants to be disqualified by influencing the results).
It should be made clear, Obi Wan still does not know at this point that Palpatine is the Sith. He does not know that there are chips in the clones. He has no idea that Anakin had chosen to fall (though it did not really go anywhere) and is likely going to wake up half willing to slaughter everyone. He doesn’t even really know that Padme is a week away from being induced (still early but the healers do not want to wait any longer).
So even as he is contemplating everything on his plate, Obi Wan does not even know the half of it.
By the time Shaak Ti, who had to corral Kamino (in which roughly half the Kaminoans in Tipoca city and a third of the remaining trainers were accused of being Jedi by both the battalion stationed there and the cadets), is back in contact, the bodies of the missing Masters were found. She is the one to float the idea of a malfunction to the chips (the report about Tup and Fives was still in the ‘to be reviewed’ queue for the Jedi Council-The Council is about 12-18 months behind on reviewing mission reports).
The news of the chips…does not make things better.
#star wars#star wars the clone wars#star wars au#obi wan kenobi#fanfiction prompt#anakin skywalker#codywan#sheev palpatine#bamf obi wan#anidala#order 66#order 66 happened differently#Palpatine dies#Coruscant Guard
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Hayden Christensen - The first time
H.C x actor reader
In which you try to avoid him during training but it’s useless when Ewan puts you up against each other in a friendly match.
Word Count: 2099 words (que spiderman theme song. IM NOT JOKING THIS IS THE ACTUALLY COUNT)
You were new to the industry, you had only been in two movies thus far. The first one wasn’t big, it was just an indie film that horror movie nerds happened to like. From there you got picked for an audition for a bigger movie that would be put in a few theaters. However here, now, you’d never really expected such a huge change, you weren’t going to be playing a huge part. It was a flashback for the upcoming series Ahsoka, you were going to be a Jedi for a short time. They were doing another scene for order 66 in which Anakin goes against someone whom he’d become acquainted with during training. A battle was to be choreographed which meant you were going to be up against the actor who had single handedly started your acting career.
You were a huge Star Wars fan and without a doubt one of the kids who had lightsabers and a few Clone Wars coloring books. As you got older you looked into Anakin’s actor Hayden Christensen and grew to love the movies he’d done. Of course you thought he was hot, who wouldn’t love the nerd in Shattered Glass, or the punk in Life as a House? Sure he’s older now but that didn’t stop you from absolutely freezing up the second you walked into the training area. He’s significantly taller than you, that much you already knew but now it made you feel even more anxious. Interviews of him (which you of course obsessed over in your younger years) depicted him to be very nice, but you can’t always judge someone based on their interviews.
“Oh my god,” you whispered to yourself as you placed your hand to your cheek.
“Are you okay?” The trainer had questioned, a slight concern showing on her face. Hayden had also looked to you, the thin lightsaber prop swinging effortlessly to his side as he awaited your answer.
“Uh- Sorry I just got a… um- a headache is all.” You lied while your hands gripped onto the prop like it was the only thing grounding you.
“I have tylenol in my bag, or some water if you want?” Hayden’s hands gesture over to the black backpack that was leaned against the wall next to yours. Your throat ran dry as you opened your mouth to speak, before choking on your words and coughing… quite literally choking on your words.
“Yeah, the water should be fine.” Hayden walked over to his bag before pulling out two bottles and handing one to you. He stood there however as you took a small sip and placed it back down.
“Nervous?” He snickered lowly while he waited for you to collect yourself.
“Pfft… can you tell?” You questioned softly, looking up at his sparkling blue eyes. My god you’d dreamed about meeting him for practically half your life, but all you did was fumble. The casting crew never really gave you a lot of information, just that it was for upcoming Star Wars content and that they’d needed to fill a small jedi role. Nothing could’ve mentally prepared you to meet your living, breathing, wet dream.
“It’s just training right now, so there’s really no need to stress, we can all help you learn everything you’ll need to know.” His voice was so calm and endearing, maybe it was the daddy issues talking or the fact he is a dad, but it was so comforting.
Even three months into your training you’d distanced from Hayden as to not make a complete fool of yourself. He’s almost 40 at this point with a child you’d assume he was tired of the wild fans. Even so during training you’d often slip up while your eyes were trained on his swift movements. Sometimes you guys would get together and have little matches to see who could win. It was a random pick or whoever decided to challenge someone, and it was no different today. Everyone had finished training but the energy had been so vibrant that here you were on the cushioned floor in a circle. At this point it was no secret your character and Anakin were to have a final battle, but you had never gone against each other in these matches.
“Okay before we start, would anyone like to call someone out?” Rosario Dawson, Hayden’s childhood friend who’d been training for a separate project, questioned the small group.
“This isn’t a call out but I’d actually like to see Hayden vs Y/N without their choreography.” Ewan suggested while sitting on the blue mat cross legged, a childlike smile on his face. On one hand you were a shell of a human around Hayden, but with Ewan it was like he was your favorite uncle. Had you at some point in time found him incomprehensibly attractive? Yeah, but he’s the kind of nice that makes you feel like you’ve known him your entire life.
“Oh come on, is that even fair?” You whined, alluding to the obvious experience points he had on you.
“Are you calling me old?” Hayden jokes lightly as he steps forward into the circle, the group collectively letting out a low ‘oooooooh’.
“I mean your character is the chosen one, I don’t know if my three months of training can compare.” In all honesty you had tried your hand occasionally at a lightsaber when you were younger, so you had a little bit more experience than you let on. The amount of times you’d watched the behind the scenes,their practicing and training helped you recognize his moves.
“I’ll go easy on you, how about that?” His arms were outstretched to his sides in a shrug. A smirk was playing on his lips as he stared at you expectantly.
“Easy? Okay Christensen I’ll fight you.” Competitive couldn’t even begin to describe the drive that suddenly pumped through your veins. The way his eyes zeroed in on you, and the familiar smirk you had only dreamed of seeing in person made your adrenaline kick in. All the information you’d ever retained while watching those extras, would finally be useful for more than proving a point in a dumb argument online.
“Let’s not forget who’s had more training.” Hayden said with a scoff as you both got into your beginning stances. Yours mimicking the form Obi-Wan took while fighting Grievous, Ewan didn’t miss it, how could he? He simply stood with his left foot pointing towards you, his right braced for a sprint, and his saber behind him ready for a strike. You were reading him like a billboard, he never strayed from the forms he was taught, but you were a fan with too much time so you had a few of your own moves.
“May the force be with you Master Skywalker.” You said before he charged, you dodged the first strike but he had already begun to recover from the miss. A huff came from his chest as he swung the flimsy pole back down, meeting yours with a loud clash. The group let out sounds of shock and excitement as he pushed you down to one knee, he was stronger than you. It was no secret as height wise he’s an entire foot taller than you, so you quickly rolled from your position in front of him. He stumbled forward slightly, then twisted around to meet your blows. One to the head, down to the legs, up to the arm, then back down to his torso since it would be an awkward position for him to hold. You were both fast, you’d spent so much time learning basic defense in case one of you made a mistake it was too easy. Stamina was probably the only way you’d win this, or so you thought.
“You’ve learned well, young one,” he tripped you up, while you were focused on his words he’d hit you with the same move Anakin used on count Dooku. “although you’re too focused on me,” your ‘saber’ swung upward to slash his torso, but with a small step back, he dropped the pole to his open palm.
“And not my hands.”
“Fuck.”
The cool, thin, dented metal was up against the side of your neck as your arms were still tilted up in your last strike. Heavy breaths left the both of you as your small ‘audience’ went silent. The sound of your pole hitting the mat, signaled your defeat and in true style you dropped to the floor. The room erupted with groans and yells of victory from those who bet on Hayden. A few seconds of lying on the floor Hayden walked over, standing above you holding out his hand.
“Come on loser.” His smile was so genuine it made your face blush softly as you rolled onto your back.
“I can’t, I’m dead, rigor mortis.” You mumble, letting your tongue hang out the side of your mouth. You felt two arms scoot under your back and knees, quickly feeling your body lifted into the air. A scream came out of your throat as your hand quickly gripped onto Hayden’s loose shirt. The group laughed as he basically tossed you up and down, pretending like he was going to drop you.
“I don’t know why you’re screaming! Dead people don’t scream!”
“Oh- OH MY- PLEASE! GOD PLEASE! OBI WAN PLEASE!” He’d even managed to flip you on your stomach, your fingertips almost meeting the ground before he flung you back up again. Sure it wasn’t a crazt high distance from his arms, but add that with his height it was terrifying enough.
“So uncivilized!” Ewan mocked in a bad Obi-Wan voice, Hayden finally held you against his chest as he laughed with the rest of the group. Ewan came over with Rosario, both of them cooing softly at your semi panicked state.
“Put the poor girl down already!”
“She’s as red as a tomato Hayden!”
He let you down to your feet, still holding onto you as you stumbled lightly. Your chest heaved as you rested your hands on your knees, completely oblivious to how you practically pushed against Hayden’s crotch. His hand came down to rest on your lower back, rubbing softly while you regained your breath.
“I’m-… I’ll kill you for that one day Christensen.” You said through heavy breaths before standing straight again. Hayden’s hand coming up to rest on your shoulder, sporting a smug smile as the group began to discuss the next match. Hayden pulled you off the far walls where your bags lay, you both sitting in front of each other while he pulled out water bottles. For a while you sat in silence, just leaning against the wall watching Rosario and Ewan go at it.
“Were you ever going to tell me about your tattoo?” Hayden questioned, his voice staying low in contrast with the yelling from the group. At first you almost didn’t know what he was talking about, but then your cheeks turned to a dark red. On your wrist was the japor snippet Anakin gave Padme when they first met, and under it read ‘Skywalker’ in Huttese. Usually it was covered by a scrunchie or bracelet, but it must’ve slipped your mind today.
“I wasn’t planning on it, it feels too embarrassing to show you.” You held your arm out to him, since he’d already seen it there was no use in hiding it now. His hand pulled your wrist closer as he traced it with his fingers.
“I always wanted to get a replica of the japor snippet but I never did. I think this is really cool Y/N, you don’t need to be so nervous around me all the time.” He said quietly as he set your arm down on your thigh. Hayden was nice, but you were feral, you still couldn’t grasp the fact you avoided him like a schoolgirl avoided her crush.
“I-… I am not! The job is just so… overwhelming you know?” Lies, you shook as bad as a chihuahua when you were alone with him, practicing lines, fighting, and in general.
“It’s been three months and you still get distracted by just staring at me mid-fight.” A chuckle resonated in his chest as you looked at your blushing face.
“Okay… I just didn’t want to look like some nerdy, obsessed fangirl, I didn’t know how well that would go over.” Holding the cool bottle against your face you let your hair shield your face from the older man.
“I think it’s cute.”
And for the first time, you felt like maybe the star would align, maybe you would have a chance with the man you’d worshipped during your teen years.
I need to be his controversially young girlfriend HIS BIRTHDAY IS THE DAY AFTER MINE idk i think its a sign or whatever🤞🏼 hope you liked this! feel free to make any requests! i might make a part two but idk yet
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#hayden christensen x reader#hayden christensen#hayden and ewan#anakin#star wars fanfiction#star wars anakin#stephen glass#sam monroe#anakin needs a hug#anakin x y/n#D3M0NT0N1C#demontonic
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Some random clone headcanons
Hunter uses 3-1 shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. It's a scientific mystery how his hair is still so healthy. Tech has studied it
Commander Wolffe has a collection of trinkets and stuffies that have been given to him by local younglings during relief missions. He displays them in his quarters on Coruscant
Also, Plo Koon makes the 104th meditate regularly. He even made sure a meditation room was set aside on their Venator so the men could use it as a safe space to decompress after missions
Cody caught onto this and suggested it to Obi-Wan for the 212th when he saw how well the 104th adjusted after missions. Obi-Wan approved the idea enthusiastically
As a sniper, Crosshair can stay awake far longer than anyone. Because of this, he adopted the duty of hauling Tech to bed when he'd still be awake working on projects at ungodly hours because Cross didn't mind being awake long enough to make sure his brother actually made it to bed
Gregor was one of the many cammando trainers the Batch had as cadets, and after they rescued him from Daro, and while the Batch went to rescue Hunter, Gregor told stories of cadet!Batch to Cid non stop
Rex is closest with Cody, but he looks up to Wolffe the most out of the commanders
Obi-Wan tried to introduce the 212th to tea, but the men just could not figure out the right steeping method and length for the life of them so they went back to reliable ol' caf
It was a tradition of the 501st on the first night of camp to all gather around the campfire (as long as you weren't on patrol) and tell their favorite stories from their cadet years. Anakin and Ahsoka caught on and started joining in too
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Porn star Ani's rangeeeeee. I love how fleshed out his career has been, the fact that he was in the industry long enough to withstand the test of time, the fact that his porn categories age with him from fresh faced to dilf drives me insane.
He's been everything, the "barely legal" boy next door, the nerd who gets bullied into fucking a group of cheerleaders with his fat cock, when he starts to bulk up they have him playing sleazy personal trainer, mechanic who fucks sluts on their daddy's-money cars, eventually aging into best friend's dad, corrupt CEO, EVEN GAINING ENOUGH NOTORIETY TO PLAY HIMSELF, everythingggg. I just love love loveeeee coming up with porn ideas for him to star in because he's truly that guy, once in a lifetime talent, born to do it. UGHHHHHHHHGGGH endless possibilities
-doe boy
i love how you said this. “from fresh faced to dilf” like that’s exactly it. adultfilm!anakin’s only real career has been in the porn industry.
your descriptions of his jumps from trope to trope i could fucking kill because this is all stuff we’ve discussed privatedly and headcanoned and now it’s out in the open. i still remember when we talked about his skinny sam-monroe-looking-ass filling up bullying cheerleaders with his misleadingly fat cock.
the shit about being a mechanic and fucking girls in “daddy’s-money cars” holy fuck.
“hes truly that guy, once in a lifetime talent, born to do it” pornstar ani is probably my most fleshed out au in my head and i adore this take on it. you always know what to say dons
#indy shoots the shit#thanks for the msg!!#moot: donnie#ch: adultfilm!anakin#anakin skywalker prompt
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Fox thoughts cause he is always on my mind lol
Phase 1 Fox:
He got the corrie guard symbol big on his upper armor -> shows his pride for this corps, pride to be leading it. It shows his loyality towards Coruscant and his duty
Also the other red marks look like abstract arrows down or an abstract form of the sword in the corrie symbol. It’s on his helmet, his upper arms and his shins -> just emphasizes that his duty is his pride. He is born for this.
Still his armor is kind of minimalistic? He could have gone more bold especially with the talent he seems to have? (Like this man painted that symbol perfectly on his chest… the amount of control he has in his hands and the eye for symmetry… 👀)
Anyway since it’s phase one armor, it makes sense that most of it is still white.
I don’t think Fox was the one to choose red as the color for the corrie guards. Red doesn’t shout safety…
But then again after leaving Kamino he got to see so many colors and maybe red just clicked with him because its the only color beside white and blue he knows. As a cadet they wore it. Maybe red is safety for him. So maybe he did choose it.
Pose: confident, chest-out, ready at any given moment, to me he looks light on his feet, maybe even a lil arrogant or bored in the second pic, prouuud
Phase 2:
Corrie symbol on his left arm, very small-> left side indicates loyalty, it’s where the heart is. So the corrie guards are where his loyality still lies. Having it very small on his arm, it might say it is his', it’s more private, less bold and loud. But still prideful, just not 'arrogant'
Now his armor is even more minimalistic. In contrast to his men he has the colors reversed -> probably to show his status as the (marshal) commander, as well as to catch anyone’s attention away from his men. -> protective, caring
His armor is almost completely red. Corrie red, he bathed in the blood of his dead men. He is 'responsible'. He has to shoulder it.
But also red for safety -> perhaps his own need for safety grew.
The white chest armor could indicate the grief that is filled in his heart.
The white also tangles around his biceps and hips. Maybe it’s to show that he is controlled by his grief? The white boots could also mean that where ever he goes, there will be grief
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Yet if we go with the mandalorian color meanings… (tho i dun think they had learned much of the culture (,see Bacara being socially outcasted because he couldn’t understand mando'a)) <- correction in the comments!!!!
Red also stands for honoring a parent. Since Fox has no parent except maybe he viewed his trainers as some, i don’t think this fits. I don’t think Fox would honor Jango either lol
White stands for a new start… again i don’t think that fits for him.
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Pose: side view, kinda turned his back, yet he always has a posture that screams confidence -> loss of pride, insecurity, less controlling, reacts and acts, more risk taking ( i forgot the adjective… but like if someone has his back turned to summon, they have less vision and control, they r letting danger in. In this case tho he has only half of his back turned towards the viewer -> could show that he is still wary but in less control). His posture in other scenes also seem more defensive (him crossing his arms in front of his chest) and he is also easier to frighten? (See anakin causing him to flinch a bit)
Honestly i dunno what i wanted to say with this. These r just thoughts that popped up in my mind
But i guess all in all you could say that Fox went from confident, prideful, a lil bit arrogant to confident, quiet , depressed jxjjdndndndndndn
#commander fox#phase one vs phase two#commander fox my beloved🧡#star wars#tcw#sw tcw#i luv him#no thoughts head empty only fox#cc 1010
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I mentioned before that some modified troopers were more wary than others about telling their Jedi generals about their specific mutation. This is born from abuse they received from trainers on Kamino, a sense of fear that others that aren’t their brothers will think they are monsters and need to be feared.
So when they first meet their Jedi generals, they don't bring it up or mention it. They still are trying to get a feel for their Jedi and the last thing they want is to scare them away.
Inevitably they will need to use their mutation, either to protect themselves or their battalions or in battle.
Anakin was absolutely amazed at Rex's ability when he first saw Rex use it. The captain was not expecting the list of questions and enthusiasm he received from his general at all, shocked that the man hadn't immediately transferred him off to a different battalion.
He was still too wary to tell Commander Tano when she joined them.
Commander Fox didn't have much use for his mutation when he was transferred from the frontlines to Coruscant. He did not inform the Chancellor or any senators he was in charge of protecting because he'd seen how his men were treated on the Capitol Planet. Even when it could save his own life he didn't use it.
That all changed when Senator Chuchi and Senator Amidala were suddenly under direct threat...
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I have a name for this au now! Te ori bal te kih which is mando'a for The Big and the Small
#star wars g/t#the clone wars#clone troopers#clone wars g/t#te ori bal te kih au#captain rex#commander fox#senator chuchi#senator amidala#riyo chuchi#padme amidala#Rex first size shift in front of anakin for the first time:#Oh my god my general is going to hate me and think I'm a monster and that I'm going to eat him he's gonna transfer me :(#Anakin's actual reaction:#dude that fucking SICK he's gotta throw me next time#Fox's reaction to most senators:#you corrupt bastard I would sell you out for a corn chip#Fox with the senators he actually likes:#well shit I actually don't want you to die now I gotta go big >:(
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Nothing as sexy as a human (or otherwise sapient) consciousness becoming the central AI that runs an ancient building.
Anyway I think Anakin or Ahsoka should fuck up on Mortis so spectacularly that they are sent back to circa TPM as the inhabiting consciousness of Tipoca Training Facility.
I already did Obi-Wan as a living temple, now it's somebody else's turn to be a building the size of a city.
I feel as though Anakin moving the walls to piss off Jango until Jango does what he wants (is nice to clones) is important. That said, Ahsoka could also do this.
The walls are your collective older sister/dad that keeps fighting the mean teacher for you.
@atagotiak said on discord:
Oh, hey. One fun thing about Anakin being the one. Sidious holo-calls to the kaminoans
The building starts shaking and Sheev is just like "oh, I didn't know you got earthquakes on Kamino."
Heck, Anakin and Ahsoka can share Tipoca.
Gotta be careful not to meld, but the system is big enough to avoid that And the Kaminoans are REALLY bad at figuring out how to remove the "virus" in the walls Partly because the virus got the droids to unionize, controls all outgoing calls, and blocks off the hangars whenever they start thinking it's time to call it a wash and just bomb the place.
Someone asked why Obi-Wan isn't involved and tbh, the Doylist reason is that people get weird about him (there's this subset of fandom that really wants Obi-Wan to be more In Tune Soul Wise with the clones than any other Jedi and it gets under my skin).
@ioudaleks suggested "Doesn’t he not get possessed? Could use that," and you know what, that's as good a reason as any. Obi-Wan didn't get possessed, so he didn't get punted to the past to become a citywide AI with a sincere desire to fuck with Jango, the Cuy'val Dar, and the Kaminoans.
I want Anakin to do Castle Heterodyne vibes. His greatest joy is setting up obstacle courses for Not Clones. Fuck you, Taun We, avoid these swinging hay bales to get to work on time.
Ahsoka does much friendlier but still stupidly hard (her standard for child-appropriate phys ed difficulty is Jedi, not normal) stuff for the clones.
They project themselves as holograms (to the twins and nicer trainers like Mij), because I said so.
#Faustian Castle AU#Anakin Skywalker#Ahsoka Tano#the clone wars#star wars#time travel#tipoca city#kamino#phoenix talks
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Here’s the thing about Dazai and Akutagawa: Dazai is only 2 years older. When they meet they are 16 and 14. When Dazai leaves they are 18 and 16. What Dazai did was wrong and messed up. But they were both kids. And Akutagawa never expected to be safe with Dazai. Their situation was not a healthy one for either of them and in their eyes and in the eyes of the people around them Dazai didn’t do anything wrong. He wasn’t supposed to care about Akutagawa, he wasn’t supposed to protect or provide for him. Dazai’s job was to make Akutagawa a mafioso, then to command him. He was his boss and his trainer. Not his parent or brother. The emotional attachment that Akutagawa has was not planned for or expected, it was a result of his own issues and it’s warped and toxic. Akutagawa doesn’t care about Dazai as a person so much as a means of getting validation. He doesn’t like Dazai. He punched Dazai in the dungeon scene. He was absolutely ready to kill Dazai in Dead Apple. He hates Dazai for leaving without acknowledging his power. He hates Dazai period. But he craves his approval. He doesn’t listen to Dazai, he just wants to become more powerful. He thought that killing Oda would get him Dazai’s approval! He largely ignored much of what Dazai tried to teach him about restraint and strategic thinking. He doesn’t care why Dazai left, or why he doesn’t acknowledge him for all the people he’s killed and buildings he’s blown up. Look, I like Akutagawa, he’s a great character and he’s super complex and a great way to study trauma and violence and how it can affect a person. But he wasn’t helpless and Dazai’s treatment of him was more akin to Darth Vader with the inquisitors than Palatine with Vader/Anakin if that makes sense. Dazai didn’t give a shit about Akutagawa because he didn’t give a shit about anything at all. He saw no value in anything and treated everyone around him like they were nothing. Akutagawa was the one who made Dazai so important to him, who turned their relationship so incredibly toxic by assigning it so much value, and Dazai did nothing to encourage that.
#this was part of another post#but if its shorter maybe people will read it#bsd#bungou stray dogs#analysis#character analysis#relationship analysis#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#bsd akutagawa#akutagawa ryuunosuke
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sorry in advance, this IS angst. not proofread or edited heavily since it's just a WIP, but y'all have been patient with me so i figured it could be a little treat :3 let me know what you think in the comments!
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The day that Marshal Commander Cody died was an entirely unremarkable one.
It had been a busy market square in the Outer Rim. Closer to Tatooine that anyone would’ve liked. A raider’s run, soldiers and slavers clashing to defend or steal the people there. It was a common occurrence, the people there later revealed to Obi-Wan.
Cody, in all his stubborn glory, put himself between the people of that planet and the raiders trying to take them. He got cornered, got shot, got left for dead. Rex didn’t know why he hadn’t called for help, hadn’t had the chance to ask anyone and hadn’t been able to stomach reading the report.
Obi-Wan delivered the news to him. Rex delivered it to the batch. Only then did Obi-Wan file the official paperwork.
Fives had been hovering for the past few days. So had a few others, but especially him. Rex had thrown himself head first into work, giving himself little time to rest or come back to himself.
Anakin and Obi-Wan approached him to offer Cody’s old position at Obi-Wan’s side. He was one of the most qualified and knew how Obi-Wan thought. He’d seen Cody’s day to day and knew what would be expected of him.
Rex had politely refused and excused himself to go throw up in the fresher.
Rex had never really had a batch. He did, but he was weird. Different from them. Difference was deadly on Kamino.
It had been Cody that found him, Cody that took him under his wing, Cody that taught him the importance of brotherhood and loyalty. He took an angry fucked up kid and made something worthy out of him and for that Rex would never be able to repay him.
In the quiet of his room, the rare hours that he allowed himself sleep, he stared at the ceiling with tired eyes, unable to find rest. He stared and thought. Thought about the man Cody was. Thought about how Rex would’ve done anything for him. Thought about how he’d never see him again.
Thought about how that was his big brother. Thought about how he used to think Cody was invincible.
During their very brief time as children, Cody was untouchable. He was smart as all hell, good at getting in and out of trouble quicker than you could blink, and egregiously annoying about it. He used to tease Rex about coming back with a blush on his cheeks and a scowling trainer, boasting about how he wouldn’t have gotten caught.
He’d only ever gotten caught for Rex’s sake. Once, when Rex had really fucked up, Cody took the fall. He left with the trainers, coming back hours later bruised and beaten from the extra training they forced on him. He’d met Rex with a wide smile and an arm around his shoulders, crowing about how Rex should see the other guy. Rex hadn’t known whether to laugh or cry.
Fives had been hovering. Even now, he sat in Rex’s office while Rex worked, uncharacteristically quiet. He was scanning through mission reports, actually doing his work for once.
It was sort of nice to have another body with him. To not have the crushing loneliness take him.
It had occurred to him a few days after Cody’s death that Rex was alone now. Not truly, never truly alone, not while other clones existed. But still lonely.
He’d always had his big brother with him, taking the fall for him, protecting him. He had memories of life before Cody, but they were fuzzy and far away, like remnants of a dream. The day Cody shoved himself into what he thought was an unoccupied storage closet to escape Fox’s wrath, only to bump into a small and sulky CT was the day Rex’s life changed for the better. It was easy with Cody. They knew each other. He always stood in front of Rex in the most annoying ways.
He thought he lost Cody once before. Before he’d grown used to death and the silence that accompanied it. Cody took a shot for him on Geonosis. Rex had never been so angry and he’d never felt so loved.
I’m your brother, Cody had said, I’ll always take the shot for you. Stop acting like that’s a surprise.
Rex had gone back and cried. It was before he had Torrent and the 501st. Back when it really was just him and Cody. He hadn’t been able to stomach the thought of Cody going without him. Hadn’t been able to breathe when he thought about his brother dying, leaving Rex alone to fend for himself.
It felt vulnerable in a way Rex hadn’t expected. Like all this time Cody had been a pillar of protection and without it Rex was left to the wolves. He couldn’t flip on his comm and shoot Cody a message asking for advice. He couldn’t wander to the 212th bunks during shore leave to catch up with him and complain about his Jedi. He’d never get to see if Cody would grow a pair and confess to Obi-Wan. He’d never get to spend the end of the war with his brother, endless days under some gentle far off sun.
They’d made plans when they were kids about what they’d do once they left. It was the only promise Rex allowed himself to make. He knew there were no absolutes in war, but so long as he had the list and he had Cody to check it off with, he was okay.
They’d gotten less than halfway through when Cody died.
Fives’ comm beeped and Rex watched his brow furrow. Rex thought about what he’d do if Fives died. He honestly didn’t know.
Fives looked up at him, took in his demeanor, and his face relaxed. Rex had gotten too transparent with everything going on.
“I’m heading out,” Rex said, the hoarseness in his voice surprising even him, “I’ll be back by dinner.”
“I’ll come with,” Fives said quickly, already getting to his feet, “Where are we going?”
“Meeting,” Rex said, closing out of his work, “It’s above your security level.” It wasn’t, it wasn’t even a meeting, but Fives would insist if he told him that.
“I’ll talk to the General then,” Fives said, “I’m sure it’ll be fine this once.”
“Fives,” Rex started, before hesitating and backtracking, “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.”
Fives’ face hardened and he crossed his arms, “Rex -”
“I’ll see you later,” Rex sighed, his armor feeling like it weighed two hundred pounds, “Try to wrap up those reports while I’m gone.”
Fives jaw clenched but he nodded. Rex appreciated that about him. He knew when to push and when to let things lie. Many people thought he was brash, charging in with no regard to his surroundings. Rex always felt the opposite. He liked to push, yes, and he liked to get his way, but he only pushed when it was needed. When he was seeing something Rex wasn’t.
He reminded Rex a little bit of Cody sometimes.
Rex often wondered if it had been Cody and Fives on Umbara instead of him. He wondered if Pong Krell would’ve been able to take them apart the way he did. Those two were strong in ways he wasn’t.
Rex left his office, fixing his helmet over his head as he went. They’d landed on Coruscant two days ago, four days after Cody’s death. Rex hadn’t left the bunkhouse for anything except food and a summons to the Jedi Temple.
He took a breath as he exited the complex, hating the weight of his kama as he moved.
Cody never had a kama. Everyone mocked and made fun of him for it except Fox. Rex always thought there was some unspoken agreement between those two, some burden their ranks afforded them that the rest were all kept from. Rex had never been jealous of their relationship until now.
He made it to the Coruscant Guard Complex almost unconsciously, too caught up in his own head to follow his feet until suddenly he was standing at the entrance. A trooper in red nodded at him from the front desk. Rex nodded back, taking a seat in the waiting area.
It wasn’t long before Fox came down, also in his full kit. He greeted Rex as warmly as he ever does, which is to say not very, and gestured for him to follow.
“Almost everyone else is here,” Fox said as they walked side by side through the winding hallways, “Just missing Bly.”
“So you mean Wolffe is here,” Rex attempted to joke. Fox’s nonanswer was all he needed to know that it fell flat.
Sometimes Rex thought about Fives and his batch. Watching it shrink piece by piece, losing and losing and losing until all you have is yourself. Between Cody and Ponds, he was beginning to understand it better than he wanted to.
“I’m sorry,” Rex said quietly, one of the overhead lights flickering as they passed.
Fox waved him off, “Gallows humor. It’s understandable.”
They walked in silence for another five minutes, the white lights painting everything in a stark light. Shadows were almost non-existent here, only lurking behind closed doors and corners the unnatural light couldn’t quite reach. It was too harsh.
Rex entered Fox’s office, taking a look around the space. It hadn’t changed much since the last time he’d been here. There was still an old, cheap looking couch in one corner, a massive desk piled high with flimsiwork and datapads, windows that overlooked the Senate Complex, and if he had to wager a guess at least three blasters hidden in the room.
Wolffe was currently sitting on the couch, already nursing a glass of whatever Fox managed to get his hands on this time. Pros of dealing with criminals everyday, Rex supposed. Still, Wolffe looked about as bad as Rex felt.
He hadn’t been invited to this after Ponds’ death, instead meeting up with the batch at 79s after they had their initial wake. He wasn’t sure how this was supposed to go.
“Rex’ika,” Wolffe greeted, standing to pour Rex a drink, “Glad you could make it.”
“Thanks,” Rex said gruffly, “for inviting me.”
Wolffe shrugged, his back to Rex, “You were his vod’ika. Pretty sure he’d come back from the dead to kill us if we didn’t invite you.”
Rex gave the best laugh he could.
Fox moved past him, pulling off his helmet. Rex followed suit, placing his on a small table next to the couch as he accepted the drink from Wolffe. Fox looked like hell, as per usual. He had a bruise forming under his right eye, his broken nose that never quite healed right standing out more than usual next to it. He had a new scar on his jaw, a small thin line that Rex probably wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t looking.
“Prison riot,” Fox grumbled when he saw Rex looking, “Got a little out of control.” Rex nodded, accepting the answer without a fight. If Fox wanted to tell them more, he’d tell them more.
Rex moved to the couch, sitting on the opposite end of Wolffe. The elder got a temper, especially in cases like this, and Rex didn’t want to be next to him when it inevitably showed itself.
“How’s the 501st?” Fox asked, more of a polite formality than anything else. It struck Rex how weird this situation was. Normally Cody was there, a binding force that meshed two parts of his life seamlessly. It was never awkward or centered around small talk when he was there but now - now it was like they had nothing but small talk.
“Good,” Rex said simply, sipping his drink and doing his best not to make a face, “We’ve got a few more being sent off for ARC training soon and I’m working on proposing a few initiatives to the admirals about restrictions regarding eating habits.”
“Restrictions?” Wolffe asked, a puzzled look on his face, “What for?”
Rex shrugged, relaxing into the cushions, “Some of the heavy gunners and ARC troopers are complaining that their meal plans aren’t being switched to a higher protein intake despite their intensive training. I’m working with the Commander to get that fixed.”
He’d worked with Cody on it too.
Fox made a considering noise before saying, “The ration restrictions in general are a pain in the ass already.”
Wolffe raised an eyebrow at them, “General Koon got rid of those the second month of the war. What’s taking your people so long?”
“Palpatine.”
“Anakin.”
Fox and Rex made eye contact, a smile pulling at the corners of Fox’s lips. It seemed Palpatine’s influence had rubbed off after all.
“The chancellor I understand,” Wolffe continued, “But General Skywalker?”
Rex shrugged again, “He’s more concerned with action, less so politics. Doesn’t like to get involved on the administrative level aside from the fight.”
Wolffe scoffed, “Sounds like a shit general.”
Rex smiled wryly, “He does alright. General Kenobi’s been helping.”
Wolffe rolled his eyes, “The 212th can’t be expected to step in everytime Skywalker throws a hissy fit over paperwork.”
“They don’t,” Rex said, a somewhat bitter smile on his face, “I do.”
Wolffe grunted but let the subject be for the time being.
Fox turned to face Rex, “Skywalker visits Palpatine often.”
Rex nodded.
“What’s that relationship like?” Fox asked, looking at Rex with a strange light in his eyes.
Rex took another sip before answering, “I’m not sure. I get the feeling it’s complicated between him, Kenobi, and Palpatine. Everytime Kenobi and Palpatine interact I feel like they’re about to start brawling.”
“But Skywalker,” Fox pushed, “What’s his thoughts on it?”
“I guess he’s fine with it,” Rex said, “I mean, he wouldn’t be going to see him so often if it wasn’t.”
“And you?” Fox asked, “How does he treat you?”
Rex narrowed his eyes as he looked at Fox, “Why?”
Wolffe spoke up, “He’s a paranoid bastard, just answer him.”
Rex glared at Wolffe before turning back to Fox, “He’s fine. It’s fine. We get along well and the Commander and I are on good terms.”
Fox’s shoulders, which Rex had not realized were previously tensed, relaxed, “Good. Glad to hear it.”
Fox’s comm chimed. He looked down to read over the message before excusing himself to go retrieve Bly from the lobby. Rex watching him go, an alarm bell going off in the back of his head.
“Is he okay?” Rex asked Wolffe once the door closed.
Wolffe stared after Fox, an unsettling look on his face. It was times like this that Rex was reminded of how close Wolffe and Fox were. If Rex noticed something was off, Wolffe certainly had as well.
“He’s fine,” Wolffe said, something like steel in his tone, “As fine as the rest of us.”
Rex hid his wince. He supposed that was fair enough. Like he said, Cody and Fox had always understood each other on a different level.
“You?” Wolffe asked after a moment of silence. Rex looked at him, confusion written clearly across his face. Wolffe sighed, “How are you doing?”
“Oh,” Rex looked back down at his drink. He hadn’t really expected them to ask. “I’m fine.”
“Right,” Wolffe drawled, knocking back the rest of his drink. He stood and snagged the bottle from Fox’s desk, bringing it over to the couch to refill. “I won’t even pretend to believe that.”
Rex frowned as he nursed his drink, “There’s not much for me to say that you’re not already thinking.”
Wolffe scrubbed a hand over his face, “Look, kid, I’m trying to help you out here. Offer you a willow branch or whatever the saying is. You can’t be honest with the Jedi and you can’t be honest with your men so be honest with us.”
Rex bit the inside of his cheek, weighing Wolffe’s offer. He supposed that was the point of this meeting, to talk and memorialize and be honest. He rubbed his eye before saying, “He’s my big brother. My only brother, for a while there. What do you think?”
Wolffe leaned back, satisfied with his answer, “We’re your brothers too.”
“Yeah,” Rex agreed, “But you know it was different.”
“I know.”
Rex stared at the little scratches in his glass and wondered how many times Fox had pulled these out for similar situations. He wasn’t a big drinker, as far as Rex knew. He preferred to keep his head in order to better deal with senators and politicians. But these glasses told a different story.
“I used to wonder what he saw in you,” Rex looked up at Wolffe, only to find the other’s gaze fixed on the window across from them, “What did you have that our batch couldn’t give him? Then I realized it wasn’t about giving. It never was with Cody.”
“I wondered that too,” Rex admitted softly, following Wolffe’s line of sight to the Jedi Temple, “I still think he just felt bad for me.”
Wolffe laughed sharply, “Probably. At least, initially. But he liked you enough to keep it going.”
Rex felt his mouth lift slightly into a smile, “I’m better for it.”
Wolffe hummed in agreement and they fell into a comfortable silence. It was easier now that he had other people that knew Cody. That weren’t just eyeing him like they were waiting for him to snap. He wasn’t going to snap, largely because he already had, and the constant handling had been getting on his nerves more than he realized.
He’d gone down the night he got the news and whaled on a punching bag. He made it back to his quarters with bloody knuckles before collapsing and sobbing on the floor, crying for Cody like a child. He’d been ashamed of it the next morning, the physical evidence of a break that he shouldn’t have had blatant under the fluorescent light. He’d applied bacta from the stash in his room and slid on his gloves, hiding the winces that came everytime he flexed his fingers and raw skin rubbed up against the material.
He looked at Wolffe from the corner of his eye, wondering what his reaction had been after they hung up the call. Bly Fox and Wolffe had answered with varying degrees of annoyance before seeing the look on Rex’s face. He was pretty sure Fox knew before he said anything, but Bly and Wolffe had both been caught off guard.
Fox listened, offered his condolences, and hung up. None of them held it against him. Sometimes that was just the way Fox was.
Bly and Wolffe stayed on the call, wanting to hear the how, when, and why. Bly shut down pretty quickly, compartmentalizing as fast as he could. Rex couldn’t blame him, that was his initial reaction as well. He’d told Obi-Wan thank you and assured Anakin he’d be fine before abruptly ending the call on them.
Wolffe looked angry. He looked angry and scared and Rex knew from dealing with others that was not a good combination. He’d heard a knock on the door just before Wolffe hung up, suspecting it to be his general. Rex didn’t bother following up on that, figured either it was or it wasn’t and no matter which it was it wasn’t his business.
“I keep thinking I see him,” Wolffe admitted to the silence of the room, “Now that the 212th has landed it’s like he’s everywhere.”
Rex winced, remembering his own reaction. The flashes of orange and yellow filling the bunkhouse, each one a reminder, a possibility, a failure.
“It’s hard to move on like this,” Rex agreed, “When we all look like him. Talk like him.”
Wolffe snorted, “No one talks like him, not since Kenobi got his hands on him. Cody learned a bunch of big words and used it to sound like the smartest guy in the room.”
Rex dipped his head to hide his smile, “He’s always been competitive.”
“You’re telling me,” Wolffe grumbled into his drink, “You didn’t meet him before he developed a conscience.”
The door slid open, revealing Fox and Bly on the other side. Rex gave Bly a weak smile, he returned it with about the same level of enthusiasm. Rex let the greetings fade into the background, choosing instead to top off his drink as Bly settled in next to him. Rex poured another drink for Bly and handed it off, just trying to keep himself busy.
“What did you two talk about while I was gone?” The question drew Rex back into the conversation. He looked up at Fox, who’d taken off his helmet again, before looking at Wolffe.
“What do you think?” Wolffe drawled, unbuckling his vambraces now that everyone was there.
Fox sighed and claimed a spot on the floor, leaning against his desk for support, “Just wondering. Maybe you finally met someone desperate enough to give you a shot, I don’t know.”
“Fuck you,” Wolffe sneered, “I’m a real treasure I’ll have you know.”
Fox rolled his eyes and turned his attention to his drink, apparently not feeling like putting up much of a fight. Rex was glad for it.
The room fell uncomfortably silent, all of them looking at each other and thinking the same thing.
It was too cold in here.
They were pessimists. All except Bly, but you wouldn’t have guessed that based on outward appearance. Every single one of them lived day to day, putting one foot in front of the other, and expecting every ounce of blood that swam around their ankles.
Cody hadn’t disbelieved that, but he’d always been different. He wasn’t - Rex wouldn’t have described him as an optimist. But he knew how to be happy. He knew how to let himself go a little bit, balance the soldier and the person with effortless grace. The rest of them had never really mastered that without having help. Usually the help was Cody.
He was just good with people. Good at being a person. Good at being something other than what he was engineered to be. Cody was the closest to ‘human’ most of them would ever get.
Now, sitting in this cold office holding a glass of moonshine and staring at men that he’s suddenly not sure he’s ever really known, Rex felt like Cody was further away than ever.
Bly cleared his throat, raising his glass, “To Kote. May he march on under the light of the Manda, guided forever by his wit and warrior’s heart.”
They drank, the swill burning more than Rex remembered from the past few sips. The silence returned, heavy and oppressive. Rex’s chest felt heavy, like a weight had been placed upon him since Obi-Wan first called him and now it threatened to suffocate him.
“How’d you find out?” It took Rex a moment to realize Bly was addressing him. He looked up, reading an innocent curiosity on Bly’s face. “I assume Skywalker told you?”
Rex shook his head, “Kenobi.”
Bly sucked in a breath and nudged his shoulder in sympathy, “How soon after?”
Rex shrugged, his gaze going to the opposite wall, “About three hours.”
“How’d he break it to you?” Wolffe asked, stretching an arm out over the back of the couch.
Rex gripped his glass a little tighter, looking back down at it, “As best as he could. He asked me to pass the news along to you three before he filed the report.”
“Thank you,” Bly said, “I know it was a tough call.”
Rex ducked his head, not trusting the way his throat had begun to close up. The last thing he wanted to do here was cry.
“Alright,” Fox drawled, “Enough of the downer stuff. If he’s going to die on us the least we can do is rip him to shreds at his own wake.”
Rex huffed a laugh while Wolffe sent a sharp grin Fox’s way. Bly rolled his eyes but a small smile played at his lips. It was unconventional, and not the way Cody would’ve broached the subject, but it worked.
“Anyone got any pact stories?” Wolffe asked with a sly smile.
Pact stories were unique to this batch as far as Rex could tell. Instances or happenings from their training or later careers that were sworn to be kept between two members until one of them died. Cody and Rex had a few of their own, a few secrets and adventures that they both swore up and down they would never voice unless the other was dead and gone. It was funny, Rex had never thought he’d be the one telling them.
“He had a crush on Shaak-Ti,” Bly said proudly, cutting off Fox who’d opened his mouth to speak. “Remember when she came to see the commanders off? He gave her his comm code.”
Rex bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. He had remembered Cody pulling the Jedi aside to speak with her, but it looked like a serious conversation so he hadn’t asked.
“We only knew Shaak-Ti for a month before being shipped out!” Wolffe said incredulously, “He’s an idiot.”
Bly smiled toothily, leaning back now that his bit was done. Fox sat up with a sparkle in his eye, his expression spelling nothing but trouble.
“Do you guys remember the weapons ring on Kamino? The one the Cuy’val Dar set up that the Kaminoans pretend didn’t exist?”
Rex did indeed remember it. A lot of the Cuy’val Dar were bounty hunters at one point or at least followed Mandalorian traditions. They complained about Kamino’s mass manufactured weapons, calling them cheap and useless. Rex wasn’t sure where it started, but one day he remembered seeing trainers walking around with shiny new blasters, bo staffs, and vibroblades.
“Well,” Fox grinned into his cup, “Cody found where they kept the weapons. He didn’t tell me until about a week after, during the sleep deprivation training.”
Rex remembered how much Cody hated that training. He was incredibly physically and mentally strong, but the man had a thing about sleep. He hated missing out on it, going so far as to nap in active warzones when he could if he’d missed his baseline minimum hours the night before.
“We sabotaged them,” Fox’s face morphed into one of malicious glee, one they were all intimately familiar with but hadn’t seen much recently, “Did just enough damage that nothing worked but they couldn’t prove anything without going to the Kaminoans for help. And the Kaminoans only turned a blind eye because no one talked about it. They had to buy the whole shipment over again.”
Wolffe whistled, mirth in his eyes as well. It was expensive getting things shipped out to Kamino, even more so when you’re paying for discretion. It was a good move on Fox and Cody’s part. Rex would’ve given anything to see the look in the Cuy’val Dar’s eyes when they saw what happened.
Rex finished his drink and reached for the bottle as Wolffe took his turn to speak, “One time he kidnapped a padawan.”
Bly started coughing, his face turning red as he pounded his chest while Rex and Fox stared at Wolffe.
“He did what?”
Wolffe grinned, smug as you please, now that he had everyone’s attention, “We were at 79s together, Fox had a meeting and everyone else was on a campaign or mission, and we ended up pretty much blacking out. Cut to the next morning, I’m laying in my bunk with the worst headache known to man and the first thing I see is my general standing over me very firmly asking where the padawan is. I had no clue what they were talking about, so I pointed them to Cody.”
Wolffe paused to take a swig while Rex took a second to muse over that mental image. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if Skywalker woke him up by looming over his bed frame after a night out. Probably yell for Ahsoka.
“Well turns out they can’t find Cody,” Wolffe continued, the rest all leaning in, “And one of my boys told them that we’d been together. So we went to the Temple and pulled up security footage from the night before and there’s Cody, cooing over this little red head human who was about a third of his size. The poor kid was crying and it looked like Cody was trying to help but it wasn’t really working. Anyway, we followed the cameras and realized the padawan had led Cody out. Poor bastard was too drunk to know what was going on.”
Rex snorted, imagining a wobbly Cody being led by a little kid with a snotty nose and big eyes. It was the kind of routine that Rex can absolutely imagine working on his brother.
“I went back to the bunks to wait and eventually Cody comes back a few hours later looking like hell. I asked him what happened and he just went,” Wolffe pulled himself upright to a proper soldier’s posture and puffed out his chest a little more than necessary, “That’s classified. You’ll have to ask Commander Dume for the full report. So that’s what I did. Turns out the kid led him to a late night food court and he spent over one hundred credits on him.”
Bly and Fox cackled while Rex laughed and shook his head. Honestly, Rex was a little impressed by the kid. He had guts, that’s for sure.
“Anyway, Kenobi paid him back for everything but I swear Cody hid from that kid everytime he saw him afterward.”
“Isn’t that General Billaba’s padawan?” Bly asked, still laughing a little. Wolffe nodded in confirmation and Bly’s laughter picked up again as he pulled up his comm. “I have got to tell Grey about this.”
Rex chewed on the inside of his lip, wanting to tell his story but also unsure. He wanted to keep at least a part of Cody for himself.
But the other three were looking at him and Rex was reminded that for as much as he was grieving, so were they. Cody might’ve been special to him, but his brother had a lot of people on his side. They’d shared willingly, it would be selfish of him not to.
“He tried to distract a Seppie senator by flirting with him,” Rex said quickly, automatically uncomfortable with the way everyone’s head turned his way. “We were on a diplomatic mission and the Jedi were getting up to something or other.” It had been on Mandalore, actually. He was pretty sure Obi-Wan and Satine had been fooling around and it was Cody’s way of getting petty revenge during a very important political ceasefire.
“Skywalker asked us to keep the guards busy so I made up a story about needing help about something or other, but we ran into a senator on the way over. So Cody, in his full kit, decides the best way to distract him from asking too many questions was to flirt with him.” Rex smiled a little bit, remembering how horribly embarrassed he’d been in that moment watching everything happen. “As you can imagine, it didn’t go well.”
Wolffe’s laugh was practically a bark as he said, “What you mean the officer of the GAR flirting with a Separatist senator didn’t go over smoothly?”
Rex shook his head, “Well, the issue was that he started flirting back.”
Fox seemed to catch on, his jaw dropping slightly and a shocked look flitting across his face, “Please tell me he didn’t actually…”
Rex bit his lip but gave a tiny nod. A chorus of yells echoed from the other three before Rex intervened, “It didn’t get far! Cody made up an excuse and left and swore me to secrecy and that was that.”
Fox and Wolffe looked at each other, surprise still written on their faces. Bly finished his drink and grabbed another while Rex grinned.
“That’s…” Bly sighed into his cup, looking disappointed, “Actually yeah that sounds like him.”
Rex laughed, his head starting to feel a little fuzzy. It was a good buzz, the atmosphere having lightened significantly now that they were more focused on happier things. He settled into the couch, cradling his glass close to him. Maybe Cody wasn’t here, and maybe he was. Maybe he could keep him alive and with him, just for one more night.
—
Rex did not make it back in time for dinner. He’d answered Fives’ call drunk off his ass and assured him he was getting a walk back to the GAR complex and then stayed for about five more hours, drinking and talking and laughing for the first time in days.
Eventually, he had to go. The 501st was taking off the day after next and Rex would be needed to oversee the usual pre-takeoff duties. That and Fives had gotten Kix on his case as well and he really didn’t want them to physically drag him away. That would put a damper on the night.
Rex sighed as he left the Guard compound, his escort for the night graciously allowing him to lean against him. He stood at the doors, feeling the rare Coruscanti wind on his face and the cool night air hit him. It helped sober him a little, get rid of some of his haze.
“Ready to go sir?” His escort, a kid named Rune, asked.
He nodded, moving to put on his helmet before deciding against it. On the off chance he had to throw up before he could reach a fresher he really didn’t want to have to clean it out of his helmet.
They walked in silence for a bit, passing through the large stone structures that marked the entrance to this place. Rex didn’t get how Fox could stand being here. Everything was so enclosed, so ominous, so statuesque. It was too perfect, like someone was trying too hard to cover up something ugly.
Rex’s eyes drifted to the Geonosis memorial, as they always did. The names and numbers of every clone and Jedi that died during the battle were engraved on that stone, a mass etching that spoke of death, sacrifice, and war.
He had a batcher that died during the fight. He’d been surprised to be so upset over it, especially considering the distance that he himself created between them. But it had been there nonetheless, a little ball of grief that sat just behind his ribs. He wondered if he could find his number on the stone. He hadn’t lived long enough to earn a name.
Rex slowed in front of the memorial, searching for…something. He wasn’t sure what.
“Captain?”
Rex turned his head to the side at the quiet call. It sounded small and shaky.
It didn’t sound like it belonged to Obi-Wan Kenobi.
“General,” Rex said, doing his best not to slur. He remembered a second too late that he was supposed to salute the man, but Kenobi waved away the motion before Rex could complete it. He looked awful. There were bags under his eyes, his normally perfectly styled hair was greasy and unkempt, and he smelled like he’d spent a week in a brewery in the Outer Rim.
“Rex,” Kenobi said. Rex waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t, just stared at Rex with sad, sad eyes and an expression of despair.
“It’s me,” Rex confirmed, walking closer to the other man, “I was seeing a friend.”
Kenobi nodded, his eyes going back to the wall in front of them. It was odd. Rex didn’t think anyone but clones ever bothered to look at this.
“Are you alright sir?” Rex asked, turning to face the wall as well.
“Please don’t call me that,” Kenobi whispered, his face scrunching up like he’d gotten a taste of something sour, “I don’t - I’m not that right now.”
Rex furrowed his brow, not sure what he was referring to. Oh well. He’d figure it out later. He was too tired and too drunk for that right now.
“But are you?” Rex pressed, the giddiness from his evening beginning to vanish.
Kenobi laughed, a wet, hopeless sound that grated on Rex’s ears, “Are you?”
Rex shrugged, “I don’t know.” It was the truth. He didn’t know how he felt. His mood had been switching too quickly for even him to keep up.
Kenobi made another painful noise but didn’t answer. Rex shifted, looking back at Rune who was staying a respectful distance away. He didn’t want to waste too much of his time.
“It wasn’t your fault,” the words were falling out of Rex’s mouth before he could stop them. He knew Kenobi probably blamed himself, knew Wolffe and Fox and Bly all did too. But they didn’t see what Rex saw. Kenobi would’ve done anything for Cody, including jumping in front of that blaster for him. He would’ve done it, if he were able.
Kenobi didn’t respond but his eyes shone in the ever-present light of the planet. Rex wasn’t used to such a blatant display of vulnerability from the other man. Kenobi was always snappy, witty, ducking and dodging through conversations as artfully as he did battles.
Kenobi sucked in a ragged breath before saying, “We made plans. For after the war.”
Rex tried not to feel jealous about that. Tried not to think about the plans he and Cody had made so long ago, worlds away from this one, back when they had chubby cheeks and missing teeth, whispering under the blankets after curfew.
“What plans?” Rex croaked. Kenobi needed an outlet, as Rex had earlier. He could do that for him. For Cody’s sake.
Kenobi hummed, gathering his thoughts. Rex turned back to Rune and jerked his head back toward the complex. The younger hesitated, but Rex gave him a reassuring look and purposefully pointed at Kenobi. Rune nodded after a second and turned, pulling up his comm, likely to contact Fox and let him know what happened.
“I wanted to take him to Kashyyyk,” Kenobi whispered, pulling Rex’s focus back, “He always loved the forests the most.”
Rex thought about that for a moment. Cody and Kenobi, away from the Jedi and the GAR, pulling each other headfirst into a new adventure every day, waking up to the sounds of birdsong and sun on their faces.
It sounded like the kind of life Cody would’ve liked.
Rex told him so and Kenobi smiled weakly, “I would’ve followed wherever he wanted to go.”
Rex’s eyes burned abruptly, the emotion he’d been trying to avoid so fiercely surfacing now. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision and realizing too late Kenobi was still speaking.
“-you all the time,” Kenobi’s eyes scanned the stone, taking in the many many casualties they’d suffered, “He loved you more than anything.”
It felt like all the air had been punched out of Rex’s chest. He didn’t want to hear that, not from the man that Cody had spent long hours pining over and making plans for every chance he got. He didn’t want to hear that from the man that was supposed to be Cody’s everything.
“Did he ever tell you?” Rex asked weakly, knowing the answer to his question. Still, he looked at Kenobi, just in case.
“No,” Kenobi said softly, a tear slipping down his face, “But I knew. We both knew.”
And that - that felt like getting hit by a freighter. Cody had known all this time. He’d known and still he’d held himself back, refused to allow himself even one small pleasure while lives were at risk.
Rex wished his brother was a selfish man. He wished with all his might that Cody had been a little more cowardly, a little more covetous, a little less heroic. He wished Cody would’ve taken something for himself for once.
Rex ignored the hot tears beginning to spill down his face, looking stubbornly at the memorial in front of him, “He’s an idiot then.”
Kenobi huffed, “It would’ve been futile. It wouldn’t have changed anything. He’d still be dead.”
Rex looked at the Jedi, for the first time wondering how they grieved. The one time he’d seen Anakin do it was probably the most terrifying few days of his life. Things had been bad aboard the venator. He’d been angry and twitchy, yelling and snapping like a feral dog. Rex had stepped in between him and Ahsoka at one point, telling him to back off before he did some real damage. The look in his eyes that followed haunted Rex for weeks after. It was the first time he’d ever been truly afraid of his general.
Rex looked at the man in front of him and wondered if he loved anyone enough to be reduced to nothing like that. Wondered if the effect he had on Anakin went both ways.
“He was a good man,” Kenobi said quietly, tears flowing down his face as well, “A very good man.”
Rex clenched his jaw. He didn’t want Cody to be a good man. He wanted Cody to be here. He wanted, so stupidly and so desperately, for Cody to be here to tease him for crying over him. He wanted Cody to be here to banish the crushing loneliness that was coming back over the course of this conversation. He wanted Cody to be here because Cody knew him, and Rex wasn’t sure anyone else ever would.
He was a captain to his men, a soldier to his superiors, a brother-in-arms to Torrent, and a little brother to none.
“He was my brother,” was all Rex could say in response.
“I owe you an apology,” Kenobi said after a moment, “I believe I asked you to step into his shoes far too quickly.”
Rex tried his best to keep his shrug nonchalant, less like the flinch it truly was, “It’s alright.”
Kenobi shook his head, finally turning to look at Rex, “We both know why I really asked.”
Rex grimaced. He’d had a feeling, but no confirmation. Rex was the closest thing to Cody. The next best person. They had similar attitudes and stances. They had the same sense of humor and the same sense of severity when shit hit the fan.
He and Cody had the same sense of humanity, despite their upbringing. He would’ve been Cody’s replacement, not a commander in his own right. It was, after all, half the reason Rex refused.
“I know,” Rex said softly, drumming his fingers on his helmet. His thoughts were slow and syrupy, filtering too much and not enough. “Maybe in a few months. If the position isn’t filled.”
Kenobi shook his head again, “I don’t want to hold you to that. You’re happy with the 501st. Cody always seemed to think so.”
Rex’s lower lip trembled. He was. He really, truly was happy with them. Fives, Jesse, Kix, the whole bunch. He was a brother and a captain in one, there to lead them down the right path and it was good. It was fun. It was more than he ever thought he’d get out of this shitty life.
It didn’t mean he didn’t miss Cody with his whole being.
Before Anakin split off to form the 501st, when Rex was in the 212th and working under Cody, it had been so easy. Their dynamic barely changed as Cody remained in the lead and Rex remained staunch in his resolve to follow him wherever he went. They’d worked well together and at the end of the day they could still share meals, swap stories, and be brothers. They were still Rex and Cody.
“I am,” Rex said in lieu of all that, “An - Skywalker is a good leader.”
Kenobi smiled, but something was off. Painful looking. “I’m glad.”
They sat in silence together for a few more minutes, both discreetly wiping their faces. A few guards passed them by but no one came up to interrupt them. No one dared pull a Jedi away, especially not at this time of night.
“I should let you go,” Kenobi said. It was almost like watching an illusory trick in real life, the way he slowly collected himself until he looked more like General Kenobi, and less like Obi-Wan.
Rex nodded slowly, still drunk despite the sobering conversation, “Fives is worried. I’ve been gone a while.”
Kenobi looked at over at Rex and then behind him into the guard compound, some semblance of understanding on his face, “I’m glad you four got to mourn.”
Rex’s face twitched. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Obi-Wan knowing that’s what he was doing and where he was coming from. It made sense that he knew, given Ponds’ death and Cody’s own occasional disappearances in there to go see Fox, but still. It felt odd. Like an intrusion.
Rex didn’t say any of that, instead giving Kenobi a short nod and doing his best not to wobble too much as he walked away. He brought up his comm as he glanced back, seeing the Jedi still watching him go as the wall behind him loomed ominously. It felt symbolic, important in a way Rex didn’t yet understand. The vision of Kenobi, defeated and beat down, in front of a wall of dead clone names…maybe if he was more sober he could’ve added something to that. Bly and Ponds would’ve known.
“Fives?” Rex croaked into his comm, his voice worn from various conversations and tears, “You available for a pick-up?”
Rex heard Fives sigh into the comm, “Always Rex. How bad are you?”
Rex shrugged, forgetting that Fives couldn’t see. After an awkward moment of silence, Fives grumbled something about drunk brothers and Rex could hear him going for his boots, “Where exactly am I finding you?”
“Guard complex.”
“Jesus Rex.”
“Not like that,” Rex muttered, “Was just visiting.”
“Oh,” there was a small pause on the other end, “Oh. Fox.”
“And Wolffe and Bly,” Rex admitted, looking around for a place to sit. He really wanted to sit. “It was good.”
There was another small pause before Fives answered, sounding a little strange, “I’m glad. Support is important.”
“Yeah,” Rex hummed, “Maybe. Wasn’t about that.”
“No?”
Some part of Rex registered Fives was just keeping him talking. Another part of Rex didn’t actually care.
“No,” he said quietly, “Just remembering.”
Fives made a noise like he understood. Rex turned around to see Kenobi gone from the memorial. Briefly, something in his chest pinched and pulled tight. He hadn’t taken into account that Kenobi was also one of the last threads to Cody he had left.
“Rex? You okay?”
“Hm?” Rex’s attention was half-focused on Fives, half-scanning for Kenobi, “Yeah. Of course.” And then, because for some reason he couldn’t keep his mouth shut, “Ran into Kenobi.”
He heard the soft whoosh of the doors to the GAR barracks, knowing Fives was probably on his way, “Yeah? What’d he say?”
Rex shrugged, new tears welling up in his eyes. He tried to choke them down as he spoke, “What I expected. He loved Cody, Cody was a good man, I’ve got a job offer if I want it.”
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other line before a little half-scared, “What?” made it out of Fives.
Rex scrubbed his eyes. He hadn’t told anyone about it the first time around. “Cody’s position. If I wanted it.”
“Oh,” Fives sounded small all of a sudden. Unsteady. “Do you?”
Rex hummed, “I don’t know.”
“Oh.”
They sat in silence for a little bit, the various sounds of the street filtering through both sides of the comm. Rex found a seat on a bench not too far away, eyeing civilians passing by in case they tried anything stupid.
“I want you to stay here,” Fives finally said. “I know you and Cody -”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Rex said, cutting Fives off before he could get further, “It was just an offer. We’re both drunk and…drunk. I’m not taking it.” Yet.
He heard a breath of relief from the other side and guilt twinged at him, “Good. I’m glad. We need you here, Rex.”
Rex hummed, looking up and for once wishing he was surrounded by stars. It was easy to get sick of it in deep space. It gave him a headache sometimes, staring out into an empty void that he knew would kill them all in an instant. But here on Coruscant you couldn’t see the sky, not after generations of light pollution. It made him wish to be away, to be anywhere but here.
“I don’t have a big brother anymore,” Rex said into the comm. It was more of a passing comment, something he’d been chewing on since Cody’s death.
“I know,” Fives sounded horribly sad in his response. Rex blinked at the comm, almost wanting to see Fives’ face. He was the oldest of his batch. He’d seen his little brothers die one by one. Rex wondered what it felt like to be on that side of things.
“I’m not anyone’s vod’ika,” Rex murmured.
“I know,” Fives repeated, quieter this time but still weighty.
Rex wasn’t sure what else to say. His big brother was gone. Nothing could change that.
“I’ll be there soon ori’vod,” Fives said kindly with only a mild note of concern in his voice, “Then we can go home.”
Rex nodded numbly. Home would be good. He was drunk and tired and a bed sounded really nice right about now.
“Rex?” Fives called his attention away from thoughts of sleep, “You know…you know we’re here for you right? We get it. We’ve all had someone die on us. You don’t have to do the command staff thing of hiding it away for our sake.”
Rex pinched the bridge of his nose, “I know Fives.” The words were automatic, completely hollowed out and said just for the purpose of being said. Both men knew it.
“Alright,” Fives relented anyway, “Just - don’t go anywhere without us.”
Rex nodded blearily, once again forgetting Fives couldn’t see him, “Aye aye Captain.”
Fives huffed in a poor imitation of a laugh, “Alright asshole. I’ll be there in five.”
The comm clicked off in Rex’s hand. Rex looked at it, considering carefully.
He entered Cody’s comm channel, surprised to see it come up unanswered. He’d have thought they would reassign it by now.
Leave a message here
The glowing blue words blinked up at him. Rex stared, unsure what to say. He began typing a few times only to erase his message, thoughts of officers or god forbid Kaminoans finding the message playing like a warning in his head.
The message clicked off when Rex took too long. He scrambled to reenter the code, though this time a voice played.
This is Marshal Commander Cody speaking. Leave me a message or send me a comm and I will respond as my schedule allows.
Rex wanted to laugh. Of course Cody would program a voice message into his comm. Of course it would have a very pointed fuck you to everyone who thought they could walk all over him.
He wanted to laugh but the noise that made it out of his chest was anything but happy. He gripped his pulse point over his wrist, shoving the comm back into his belt, and tried to gulp down breaths of air.
He missed him. Gods above he missed him. He didn’t think he’d ever stop missing him. He knew the ache dulled, knew it from experience and from watching others around him, but here and now he was alone. Alone and sobbing on a bench in Coruscant, the looming specter of death behind him. A memorial, a reminder of everything Rex had lost, here to tower over him even now.
“Rex?”
Fives.
“Rex,” Fives sighed, putting a little more step into his walk as he made it to Rex, “Let's get you home, yeah? I think it’s time you called it a night.”
Rex nodded again, letting Fives sling his arm over his shoulder and moving forward obediently.
“You know I love you right?” Rex asked, not looking at Fives.
“‘Course I do,” Fives responded, keeping his eyes forward as well, “Why?”
“Just need to tell you,” Rex sighed, his eyes sliding half shut, “Just in case.”
Fives’ grip on him tightened. Rex tried not to think about how soon this might be taken from him too.
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501st hound chase
Request: Ok I had this idea pop in my head and laughed hard at this. BUT what if reader was the new dog trainer for the 501st dogs the really wired scaly lizard this are I can't remember what they are. The one dog she training for the 501st got into one of the jedis room like Anakin or Obi-Wan's and swallowed a jedi holocron and now they have like a big looney Toons chase after the dog running literally everywhere on a ship basically dodging everything and everyone both jedi clone trooper and reader until they finally just tuker out and find a place to sleep while everyone is tearing the place up looking for them.
"Heyyyyy! There's our favorite Hound Wrangler! How's it going? Who's this little guy you got with you?" I hear a voice call from the other end of the hall.
I look up to see Fives, Kix and Jesse heading straight my way.
"Fives! Jesse! Kix! I'm good! I'm just taking Kesi here for a walk around the ship before i'm off for the day. How are you?" I ask the group of clones, petting the Massiff affectionately.
Kesi, apparently really digging the love, rolls over showing off his belly for some more rubs. Of course, I comply, because who could deny that cute little face? Fives was thinking the same thing I was at that moment, bending down and joining in on the petting.
"We're doing ok, the mission is finally over, who can really complain." Kix says tiredly.
"You're not wrong there, finding this lost Holocron seems to have taken a toll on everyone, even Master Kenobi" Fives jokes with equal exhaustion.
"Apparently not everyone!" Jesse laughs as Kesi jumps up from his position, tail wagging in earnest.
"This guy has more energy than a band of starving Gundarks all the time, no matter what, hence the walk before bedtime" I explain with a smile, watching as Kesi begins to fidget more and more.
The massiff jumps up excitedly, tail wagging, as if to prove my point. Fives laughs.
"I can see that! Look at him, c'mere little guy..." Fives begins, causing Kesi to jump up more in excitement, someone finally wanted to play!
Before I could warn Fives against riling him up, Kesi leaped so hard he tugged his lead out of my hand and took off running down the hall.
"Oh no... Kes!" I shout, immediately chasing after him down the hall. I rounded the corner of the ship quickly, hoping he'd still be within the area, but alas I was not so fortunate. The hall was empty, Kesi was nowhere in sight.
I hurried back to the stunned (and partially guilty) group of clones in desperation.
"Please, you guys have to help me find him! Who knows what kind of trouble he'll get into..."I worry, pinching the bridge of my nose and brainstorming possible places the little beast might wander off to.
"Okay, I've got a plan. Everyone, switch to comm channel 3, we're gonna spread out around the ship. Jesse; you head to the hanger bay and the kitchens. Kix; you check MedBay and any supply storage areas with good smelling things in them. I'll check the clone barracks and the 'fresher room" Fives starts, pointing to each clone and assigning their duty.
"And you-" he states, turning towards me "can check the Kennels and the Generals quarters. If anyone finds any signs of Kesi, let the rest of us know with your comms. Ready boys? Let's go find that Massiff." Fives encourages. The boys give firm nods and we all head in our own direction.
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It didn't take long to find him- well, where he had been and where he was going at least. Not long at all. Infact, Kesi had left a trail to follow. The kennels were a fail, as I'd imagined they'd be, and so I began to walk towards the Generals Quarters, when I noticed a strange trail of what looked like, paper?
I followed the trail around the corner, down the hall, and right to Master Kenobi's door. This leads me to where I am now, still standing in front of Master Kenobi's door, along with Fives, Kix, Jesse, and now Anakin and the man himself, Obi Wan.
"I am so so so so sorry Master Kenobi! The little drat just got too excited and I couldn't hold on to his leash and-" I started blathering nervously as I stared at the remnants of what was once the box containing the infamous missing Jedi Holocron. When I say remnants, I really mean little tiny scraps of cardboard.
Obi-wan silenced me with a raise of his hand and a sigh, followed by Anakin's quiet laughter, at which Obi-wan was not amused. "Let's just spread out and find the little guy. He can't have gotten far, after all we are on a ship in the middle of space." he states, ever calm and ready with a plan.
"You'd be surprised General, sir. We've been searching for quite a while already now, and we've only managed to find his trail of destruction." Fives states, a giggle present in his tone.
"Well, now there are more of us! Anakin, have Rex notify the rest of the 501st and have every single person searching. I'll comm Cody and tell him to do the same. As soon as he is found, signal on the comms." Obi-wan states determinedly with a small clap as everyone breaks off in small search groups.
"Don't worry, we'll find him. And it's not like he can destroy the holocron. It'll all be alright, Obi-wan will forget it ever happened as soon as it's over!" Anakin says comfortingly, placing a hand on my shoulder. As much as that should have eased my worries, the statement left me with a strange feeling of dread.
I couldn't help thinking never say never as we parted ways to begin our own searches.
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Meanwhile...
Kesi had ran around for a good long while after swallowing that holocron, not quite satisfied with his cold meal. He searched all over the ship for something better, stealing a few bantha patties from the kitchens before deciding he was full and in desperate need for a nap.
If only he could find a nice, warm, dark place...
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Two hours. Two kriffing hours we've spent searching the whole kriffing ship for Kesi and still, there was no sight of him. Other than the few missing bantha patties, that is. But that was hours ago. Now, I found myself with Anakin and Rex in the 501st barracks once again, for what feels like the 501st time.
"Kesi, Kes. Come here boy!" I called tiredly. I just wanted to find him and be done with all thi- what was that? Did i just see movement...under that bunk?
"Oh Kessiiiii" I called playfully, watching the end of a tail respond in kind.
I crept over to the bunk, bending down and gently lifting up the side of the blanket. Underneath lied the man, or should i say thief, of the hour. Upon recognizing me, Kesi comes scurrying out from under the bunk, licking me straight in the face.
"There you are boy!" I exclaimed, happy that he was at last safe and sound.
"Well, there's the hound, but where's the holocron?" Anakin asks, lifting the blanket only to see no holocron where Kesi once was.
"Hmm..." He said, walking over and closing his eyes briefly.
The look on his face when his eyes opened once again told me all I needed to know. I groaned, the happy moment short lived.
"Oh, Kesi." I couldn't believe him. He swallowed it. He actually swallowed a very important jedi holocron. Whole! Unbelievable.
"Well, General, sir. I believe there is only one thing we can do now." Rex speaks up, shocked at the whole ordeal himself.
"Obi-wan is gonna kill me..." I groaned again.
"It's kind of funny, I'm usually the one saying that." Anakin snickers as he raises his comm to tell the aforementioned master the news.
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A few more excruciating hours passed and everyone had now gathered in the waiting room of the medbay, eager to hear the news.
Finally, Kix comes out of the medbay, arms behind his back.
"Well..." he stalls, clearly enjoying the comical aspect of the situation and leaving everyone hanging.
"Kesi has finally passed the cube! Here it is, General Kenobi, all cleaned up, and disinfected thrice!" Kix beams as he reveals the holorcron from behind his back.
Anakin, Fives and myself cheer, while Obi-wan, Rex and Cody only sigh, in relief or quiet frustration i wasn't sure. The ordeal was finally over. Obi-wan stands, grabbing the holocron reluctantly and coming over to me.
"I suggest you keep a better eye on your little friend, we don't want another incident like this happening again. I'm exhausted." Obi-wan says gently, clearly tuckered by the events of the day.
"Yes, General, sir. I'm sorry again, and it most definitely will not happen again." He nods, exiting the waiting room.
"Ahh, don't worry too hard, everyone kind of enjoyed the fun of it. After all, it's not everyday my boys worst enemy is a 50 pound ball o excitement and love." Anakin says, coming in once again to calm my nerves.
"Have a good night." he says before heading out, following everyone else.
I decided to stop by and see the little rascal once more before bed. As i walked into the medbay over to his little makeshift cot, I noticed he was already passed out. I guess today tired us all out.
"Goodnight little trouble maker, I'll see you tomorrow. And no more holocrons!" I scolded quietly, gently patting his head, before heading to my own bunk to get some much needed rest.
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Th CodyWan Obsession
This one is about how CodyWan, the obsession, could be used to fix the universe.
It actually starts before Cody becomes Obi Wan’s commander. The 212th, with Alpha-17 as the commander, went to Kamino. This is still very early in the war, where Anakin is still a Padawan. Through some random set of events Anakin meets Cody, who is an ARC trainer, while touring the facility with Alpha (Obi Wan has some meeting or another and is not able to go with them). This conversation lasts all of 45 seconds before Anakin somehow divines or decides that Cody would be perfect for Obi Wan.
Thus an obsession is born.
Now Anakin has next to no subtly, but even he knows this obsession must be kept quiet at first. Because he believes he knows that, while Anakin is more than willing to break The Code to be with Padme, Obi Wan would not. So before Anakin starts matchmaking he wants a loophole in place. His Master loves loopholes.
So, on Anakin’s next leave he dives into the parts of the code that deal with attachment. His obsession is such that he even blows off Chancellor (He does at least call Padme, but spends no time with his new wife). Because he is looking for loopholes and different interpretations, h does not just dig into the actual wording of the Code (though he does that as well, and is surprised to learn that the interpretation he thought he knew- which he does realize later came exclusively from Palpatine- is wrong) but also into transcripts of the council meetings where that wording was was decided, an every meeting where it was rehashed.
Madam Nu assumes, as most people do, that this had something to do with his infatuation with Padme Amidala. She encouraged what he was learning, in hopes that it gave him a good direction.
Anakin learns a lot during this deep dive into Archives. He learns that it is not so much the marriage that is against the code, but vowing to put one being over the rest of the galaxy (he also realizes that the vows he took with Padme did not break the Code). He learns the reasons why the Jedi caution against romantic relationships (all of which are very good reasons), and the variety of ways that the Jedi had mitigated the dangers and been in a successful, healthy romantic relationship, of which he made a mental note to bring up with Padme so they do not fall into some of the same traps noted (of which Falling and killing everyone you loved is one of many bad reactions). He also learns a great deal about the Jedi Order as a whole, and dispels most, but not all, of the incorrect views he had of the Jedi Order (the views that Palpatine so carefully shaped for Anakin)
So Anakin, now armed with all the arguments for why Obi Wan should date Cody, finds his first of many obstacles. Obi Wan has no idea who Cody is. Anakin had not been paying attention to Cody’s ID number, nor did he catch that Cody was an ARC trainer, so has no idea how to find Cody.
He is not able to find out who Cody is before Cody becomes Obi Wan’s commander, which makes him both feel guilty (for the torture Obi Wan and Alpha-17 underwent) and vindicated (because clearly the Force agreed with him about CodyWan). Anakin then dedicates himself to being a matchmaker. He is not good at it.
Neither Obi Wan nor Cody ever figure out what he is doing. This is not due to any subtlety on Anakin’s part, this is because none of his efforts to match-make looks anything like traditional matchmaking. And while no one actually tells Obi Wan or Cody, everyone else in Anakin’s vicinity finds out within 15 minutes of his obsession with getting CodyWan together.
Every conversation Anakin has with Palpatine after Cody becomes Obi Wan’s commander devolves into the wonders of CodyWan. For most of it Palpatine has no idea that Cody is a clone (as he does not know the Clone names, only their numbers). Palpatine is split between wanting to help get CodyWan together (because Anakin is really compelling) and wanting to kill them both extra hard (because they had inadvertently derailed, and continue to derail, his corruption of Anakin).
And Anakin’s corruption has been entirely derailed. His research has given him a better view of the Jedi Order as a whole, and every attempt to besmirch the Jedi to him is met with actual concrete knowledge that the negative take is wrong. He has gone through all the requirements for listing his relationship and marriage to Padme, so when she does get pregnant they are able to go to the Temple healers, thus no need to be worried about her safety. Even the war is not pressing on his sanity in the right ways since about 40% of his brain is consumed with CodyWan at all times.
Padme, who is a romantic in her own right (and just as bad a matchmaking), also falls into the CodyWan obsession. She is aware that Cody is Obi Wan’s clone commander, so much of her focus is getting the Clone’s rights and ending the war so that the two can be free to be together. Her former handmaidens are watching this all with awe, horror, and amusement.
I know that CodyWan ends up together in this one. I feel like QueerPlatonic is right for them. I also like the idea that they get together in spite of Anakin’s and Padme’s matchmaking efforts instead of because of it.
Palpatine gets found out, by being a bit too heavy handed with Anakin, who has since stopped being corrupted by anything more subtle and is very oblivious. Somehow during this fight Palpatine finds out that Cody is the clone commander with the Jedi (which ironically makes him forget to activate Order 66) and announces Anakin’s wish for CodyWan to have a romantic relationship.
This is news to both Cody and Obi Wan. This is not news to literally everyone else. After Palpatine is defeated (not killed, in this one they manage to lock him up. The fight damages his vocal chords so he is not able to activate the chips) several bets were settled about CodyWan. Palpatine himself even managed to win some bets with several senators (there is some debate as to if they should be forced to pay out, and how, since Palpatine would be in a Force blocking cage for the rest of his life).
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