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cuddles-with-dragons · 5 months
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So if shooting a droid popper makes it more powerful, what happens if you shoot a thermal detonator?
A bigger boom?
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hira492 · 3 months
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WAKE UP, BAD BATCH NATION!!
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Decided to make a meme for one of my favorite moments of TCW season 7.
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adh-d2 · 6 days
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Yo, anyone remember the bionic hand Hot Toys mysteriously gave Echo?
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And all the rumors that he'd be getting one in Season 2, which never panned out?
And the brand new musical score that cut in when he reappeared last episode?
And the repeated references to his offscreen adventures with Rex?
I'm calling it now. We're getting a Clone Rebellion series, and he's going to be in it.
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superlarva · 8 months
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They're totally paying attention! :)
Welp, I'm starting to think I don't know what day Sunday is...
Regardless, here's Chapter 9 - School Visit of Raising Dominoes.
Prologue: 00 Previous chapter: 08 Next chapter: 10
Summary: Rex and Fives visit the local elementary school.
CW: Implied/referenced child abuse, a very minor curse (I wouldn't really consider it a curse, but just to be careful... also, it's said in narration, not dialogue)
Chapter 9 – School Visit
“I want to see Echo.”
“I know, bud,” Rex sighed, trying not to let the exasperation show in his voice.
Fives had been at it since he woke, refusing to move, eat, or say anything that did not express his want for his twin. Now they sat in the elementary school parking lot, two hours late for their appointment with the principal.
“Fives?”
The boy did not stir from his position curled up in his car seat.
“Fives, look at me,” Rex said, exhaustion allowing some of his usual sternness to slip into his tone.
The kid’s shoulders tensed and his eyes reluctantly wandered over to Rex’s.
“We are going to go see Echo as soon as his doctor tells me it’s safe to see him, okay?”
“Want Echo n-now,” Fives whispered.
His words lacked the high-pitched whiney quality Rex had been expecting and he blinked dumbly, taken aback. The last thing Rex wanted to do was keep the brothers apart. He knew the feeling that accompanied the separation from one you admire, trust, need. He knew the feeling well, and he would not wish it on his worst enemy, let alone his child.
Rex slumped back into the seat and began unconsciously picking at the sleeve of his jacket, mind whirring and leg bouncing erratically, “When- when I was your age, me and your Uncle Cody—er, Cody and I—we, uh, didn’t really have a mom or dad to take care of us.”
Rex paused to take a breath, still unsure where exactly he was going with this story. He could feel Fives’s eyes boring into him and he squirmed, unable to meet the boy’s gaze, “We got sent to a lot of different homes where different people would, uh, take care of us, but sometimes… sometimes they would split us up. Sometimes we wouldn’t go together.”
Rex stole a quick glance at Fives. The boy was staring, waiting for him to continue. Rex attempted a smile, but could not help but feel like it more resembled a grimace. He sighed, hands moving to fidget with the zipper of his jacket, “Every time they separated us, I felt so lost and powerless. There was nothing- nothing I could do, and I never knew when I would be able to see Cody again. And- and I hated it. It was the worst feeling.”
Rex turned to meet Fives’s eyes, “So, I get it. I really do. I know you want to see Echo. I want to see him too. If I could do anything I wanted, I’d bring you to him right now.”
“…you would?” Fives asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“I would.”
“I-I don’t want to go without Echo,” Fives mumbled, turning his attention towards the elementary school.
“We have to go take a look at the school because I told them we were coming and they are all super excited to meet you,” Rex said, starting to regret his decision to not include Fives when he and Cody called the school to set up a meeting and tour. “It’s going to be really fun. They’re going to show you around and tell you about all the cool things you’re going to learn.”
Fives made a face, “Echo should be here. Not me.”
Rex felt as if he had just been stabbed in the heart, “No. No, you should be here.”
Fives scoffed and turned his head so his face was obscured from Rex’s view.
“No, Fives, listen to me. You should be here. Echo should be here too, but you should be here. I- you-” Rex sighed, letting his head fall into his hands. He wished Cody were here. He would know what to say.
Cut would know what to say too. He had kids. Little rascals, if Rex remembered correctly. He had to make everything into a game for those kids to do anything. Putting away dishes: who can stack them the neatest? Time to get in the car: who can get there the fastest?
A game.
Of course.
Rex lifted his head out of his hands, “If we go in and take the tour and you remember what they tell you, then when we go see Echo this weekend, you can tell him all about it. Think he would like that?”
Fives turned to face Rex again and hesitated, eyes searching Rex’s for something, before nodding seriously.
Rex smiled, “Sounds like a deal.”
The secretary had them wait on a bench outside the principal’s office until he was ready for them. Given the fact that they had arrived later than expected, Rex had thought the principal would leave them waiting, but almost as soon as they sat, the door opened.
“Good afternoon, young one. I am Mr. Plo Koon,” A tall man that Rex recognized as the principal of the school greeted, smiling down fondly at Fives.
The boy jumped to his feet and stood stiff as a board, almost as if he were standing at attention, “G-good afternoon, Mr. Plo Koon, s-sir.”
The principal’s smile deepened, “My, what lovely manners. You must be Fives?”
Fives nodded, “Yes, sir.”
“Many of the students here call me Mr. Plo, but ‘Mr. Plo Koon’ or ‘sir’ is alright too if that’s what you’re comfortable with.”
“Oh-Okay Mr.- Mr.-” Fives looked up at Rex uncertainly.
Rex nodded and smiled encouragingly.
Fives turned back to the principal, “Okay, Mr. Plo.”
“Very good,” Plo said, beaming down at Fives and clasping his hands together. He then shut the door to his office and began leading them down the hall, “Shall we begin our tour?”
The school was nice. It had clearly been remodeled a few years ago as it had a very modern interior design and was relatively free from wear and tear that would denote that it was the home of tiny grade schoolers for eight hours a day.
They were shown the cafeteria, auditorium, gym, library, and the rooms for the various different extracurricular activities like art and music, all of which Fives marveled at for their large open spaces, walls and walls of books, or amenities.
Mr. Plo was clearly taking pleasure in Fives’s wonder and Rex could not help but enjoy the boy’s delight as well. He was glad that the tour had allowed his mind to wander from Echo, even if just for the good part of an hour.
At the end of the tour, they circled back around and stopped outside of one of the classrooms they had passed on the way to the library. Plo turned to address Rex and Fives, “This one of our second-grade classrooms. If you want, the teacher of this class volunteered to let us sit in on a few minutes so that you could see what it would be like to go here. Would you like that?”
Fives nodded eagerly.
The principal smiled and opened the door. Fives bounded in after him and Rex followed quickly, pulling the door shut behind them.
When Rex looked up he found a class full of 7 year old twisting around in their desks trying to get a good look at him and Fives. The class was eerily quiet and Rex was thankful when the teacher standing at the front broke the silence, “Good afternoon, Principal Plo.”
Mr. Plo nodded, “Good afternoon, 99. Good afternoon, second grade.”
The teacher—99—led the class in a chorus of “Good afternoon, Principal Plo” as Plo ushered them to an empty table in the corner of the class.
Once they were seated, 99 resumed his lesson and Rex scanned the classroom. It was as well put together as the rest of the school. It was bright and colorful, and there was plenty of stimulus for young children.
Rex also got a better look at 99. At first from his voice, stature, and the wrinkles lining his face, Rex had thought the man old like his name, but as he looked closer, he realized the man was not elderly, just had some sort of facial deformity. Perhaps a muscle one as well, as he looked awfully thin and hunched over oddly as he walked.
The children in the class appeared to be engaged and attentive, save for a group of similar-looking boys in the other back corner.
The big bald boy was playing with a toy half hidden under his desk, his face lighting up with joy occasionally from his own, internal musings. His stature was intimidating for a seven-year-old, but such an innocence played out in his eyes that Rex had to believe the kid would not hurt a fly. At least, not on purpose.
The second boy had long wavy hair, pushed back by a red bandana. He was staring out the window, boredom etched across his features. Rex thought he looked a little like Cody when he was fed up someone’s bullshit.
The scrawny one with glasses appeared to be scribbling notes in the margins of a book. He might have been taking notes on 99’s instructions, but Rex doubted it, as no other children had books out to take notes in and the boy was hunched over it like it was the only thing that existed.
The fourth boy was sleeping. Wispy white hair sticking out in all directions as his head rested on his folded arms across the desk. Even through the oversized hoodie Rex could tell by the boy’s pointy elbows that he practically had Fives and Echo beat for the “most emaciated kid of the week” award.
Mr. Plo noticed the direction of Rex’s gaze and gave him a small nudge, “Those are the quadruplets. They transferred here this year. Bit of a special case, those boys. Not so different from yours, perhaps.”
Rex took one last look at the brothers before turning his attention back to 99’s mini lecture. He hoped Fives and Echo would behave differently from those boys at school. He hoped they would at least try to pay attention.
After sitting in on 99’s lesson, Mr. Plo lead them back to his office and had them sit across the desk from him. He laced his fingers together and leaned his elbows on the desk, smiling warmly at Fives, “Did you enjoy the tour?”
The boy nodded, “Mm-hmm!”
“I’m glad,” Plo glanced quickly over at Rex, then turned his attention back to Fives, “Now, your father told me that you’ve never been to school before, is that true?”
Fives looked to Rex before cautiously letting out a small “uh-huh.”
“Okay, that’s alright. Would it be okay if I asked you a few questions?”
“What kind of questions?”
“Well, your dad told me you were really good at math, so I wanted to ask you some math questions. Then we might play a couple games. Is that alright?”
Fives’s brow crinkled and his eyes darted between Mr. Plo and Rex. From the look Rex didn’t doubt Fives knew this was a test, but the boy eventually shrugged and muttered a quiet affirmative.
Fives made it all the way through to multiplication before he started having problems answering the principal’s questions. He clearly did not know his times tables, but from what Rex could remember, that still meant he was on track for second grade.
After the math questions Mr. Plo pulled out a few logic puzzles and had Fives complete them. Fives seemed to do so without difficulty, filling in the picture with the correct puzzle pieces and picking the right color to finish the pattern.
The principal seemed quite pleased with the boy as he put the puzzles away, “You did a very good job, Fives. I just have one more question for you if that’s okay.”
Fives nodded, though Rex could not help but notice that the kid looked tired.
Mr. Plo slid a piece of paper and a pencil across the table, “Could you write your name for me?”
The boy visibly deflated a bit, but he said nothing and reached out, gripping the pencil awkwardly. At first Rex had no clue what Fives was writing; the lines were large and wobbly, curving in places they should not. By the time the boy got to the second vaguely “s” shaped letter, Rex realized what “name” he had been writing and reached out gently to still Fives’s arm.
Large brown eyes looked up at Rex in confusion.
“Fives…” Rex started softly, “That’s your other name. Could you spell ‘Fives’ for us?”
Fives squirmed in his seat, looking down at the paper for a long moment before meeting Rex’s eyes, “This is the only one I’ve seen before.”
“Okay, that’s okay,” Rex whispered, and he honestly was not sure if that was for his son’s benefit or his own. He reached out and flipped the paper over, “Do you know what letter ‘Fives’ starts with?”
The boy opened his mouth to respond, but no sound came out. The room was so quiet Rex could practically hear the tears welling in Fives’s eyes before he saw them. He sprung into action, scooping up the already shaking boy and shushing him softly, hoping to stay the torrent of “I’m sorry”s that were sure to follow.
“It’s okay,” Rex soothed, shooting an apologetic look to Plo before turning his attention back to Fives. “It’s alright if you don’t know. Nobody’s mad. I’m not mad. Mr. Plo’s not mad. It’s okay.”
Fives sniffled against Rex, but Rex could tell the boy was already calming down, his breathing slowing to his usual rhythm.
Rex set Fives back down in his seat, but kept his hand on the boy's shoulder, “Today was a tough day, but you did a really good job, okay? A really good job. I’m proud of you.”
Fives wiped at his eyes, his ears turning a bit red as he mumbled a shy thanks.
Mr. Plo cleared his throat, “Thank you so much for answering my questions, Fives.”
The boy nodded.
Plo continued, “I would like to place you in the class that we sat in on today, if that sounds good to you. The other children will be your age and will be on similar levels in most subjects.”
The principal paused and studied Fives, “Now, Fives, you’re a smart boy and you’re probably going to notice that the other kids in your class are better at reading than you, but can I tell you a secret?”
Fives frowned and looked from Rex to Mr. Plo.
Plo leaned over the desk and lowered his voice conspiratorially, “Your intuition and logic skills are beyond those of many children twice your age.”
Fives shifted in his seat, “R-really?”
The principal nodded, “It’s quite impressive. You'll be reading in no time.”
Fives left the school with higher spirits than when he had entered and that was enough to convince Rex it was the right place to send the twins. As he was setting up for Fives to start the next week and for Echo to start after the holiday break his phone rang.
It was Kix.
"What?" Fives asked after Rex hung up.
Rex smiled, "Go get in the car, we're going to go see your brother."
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I'm finally up to The Bad Batch arc of The Clone Wars and I am so glad to finally watch something close to good happen for the clones. I wouldn't call it entirely good. What happened to Echo was horrific. But finally, after all of the emotional devastation, heartbreak, anguish and loss, something actually ends up going fairly well for the clones.
I'm also really looking forward to meeting the Batch for the first time like everyone else did and seeing their younger selves. I came to The Clone Wars via The Bad Batch, which is a bit of a backwards way of going about things but that's how it happened. The Batch will always be my first love, I adore them and they forever have a soft spot in my heart. But they've been joined by all the other clones and it's been so wonderful to go back and meet all of the clones and fall in love with them as well. I'm getting all teary and emotional writing this.
I know everything ends in tragedy. But at least before then there's a brief moment of brightness where something finally goes well for the clones.
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stars-n-spice · 7 months
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Clones in baseball uniforms.
Because I just went to a Padres game and spent like half of it fantasizing about Jesse in baseball pants and Wrecker in catcher gear.
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Echo to Omega like: I won't be gone for long
I SURE HOPE SO SIR. DON'T YOU DARE DO SOMETHING STUPID
The deathflags were there since the very beginning. But they're getting better
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echoleo · 1 year
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Echo through the years
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shadowglens · 1 year
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jewishcissiekj · 3 months
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wait before I go to sleep. I had a dream where there was an Asajj/Echo ship. does that actually exist or was it just my dream
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monmoonita · 1 year
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maybe if i ask really really nicely they're gonna bring him back
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gffa · 8 months
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Hi Lumi. This year I’ve watched The Clone Wars, Rebels, Mandalorian, Book of Boba Fett, and Tales of the Jedi and I’m watching Ahsoka as episodes are released. But I feel like I’m missing some context as to why people are wary of Filoni. What things should I know so I’m caught up, so to speak, in the fandom discussions?
Hi! That's a lot of Star Wars to watch in a year, I hope you're having fun with it all! And I will gently remind everyone that Filoni is not the be-all-end-all of Star Wars creators--Henry Gilroy was there for TCW and Rebels, too. George Lucas was holding writers' meetings years after the show started (at least into 2010!). The Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett are far more Jon Favreau's shows. The Bad Batch is Brad Rau and Jennifer Corbett. Resistance was developed by him, but was run by other producers. It's just that Filoni tends to get the most camera time and has become the face of Star Wars creators. That said, the issue with Filoni is kind of two-pronged, though, they overlap. 1. He's done a lot of interviews where he's said a lot of anti-Jedi things that have drifted from reasonable critiques in the beginning to eventually "Qui-Gon Jinn was the only true Jedi. [blatantly wrong citations]" This has put a lot of people off him as a creator, because we love the Jedi Order that Lucas talks about and established, which Filoni has actively contradicted over the years, despite being promoted as someone who follows Lucas' themes. And it's hard not to be aware of his interviews when watching his shows and it's hard to enjoy shows that do your faves dirty, you know? 2. His writing has become weaker over the years for a lot of us--Rebels is a show most of us love and found to be incredible. Many of us really love The Clone Wars, which he was heavily involved in/was probably the central voice after Lucas started phasing out. But his biggest story told over the course of those series--basically, the story of Mandalore's history and fall to the Empire--has been extremely thin for a lot of us. And a lot of us get frustrated at his inability to be objective when it comes to Ahsoka's character, that we love her as a character very much, but it hasn't felt like Filoni really knows what to do with her character arc and yet almost everything he writes is centered around her. His final season of The Clone Wars? Gave her the walkabout arc and the Siege of Mandalore arc, both of which often did not hold up well under scrutiny. His episode of The Book of Boba Fett? I actually really loved it, but it absolutely just stopped the pacing of that show to focus a lot on her. More on Luke, but he couldn't resist putting her in there, either. Tales of the Jedi was half devoted to Ahsoka and so much of it wasn't even about her time as a Jedi! We're frustrated because he doesn't set things up well anymore--Morgan Elsbeth is a Nightsister?? Why wasn't that established in The Mandalorian instead of pulling out randomly in Ahsoka? Why does Sabine Wren suddenly so badly want Jedi training, when they barely even had a conversation in Rebels?? There's a lot of good that Filoni has given to Star Wars, I think he genuinely cares about the Force and what it means--he's very consistent on how it's not easy and how it takes discipline and control, that he has been consistent on how anger and fear are paths to the dark side, even his episode of TBOBF had Ahsoka saying, yeah, attachment is a path to the dark side, because the Jedi mean "attachment" in a more Buddhist-aligned way. A lot of his writing for the character of Ahsoka is actually pretty good, like I've been enjoying her being a prickly, traumatized hot mess in the show! It's just that I kind of hate all the interviews he gives and I think he's a lot less objective than a lot of fans and media coverage that would hold him up as a perfect writer/interviewee about all things Star Wars, and it all comes together to make him kind of a hot-button topic.
So, a lot of people LOVE Filoni's work, a lot of people are frustrated by it, a lot of people are casually fine about it, a lot of people HATE Filoni's work and it can be a fun mix of any of the above or even other issues that come up. (And that's all fine! I have my views on Filoni's work, but it's fine if others hate it more than I do or love it more than I do, there's room for us all, all of it is valid.)
But I think if you want to understand some of the roots of this corner of fandom's frustration, two (admittedly long as heck) homework assignment reads would be:
- My own rebuttal to Dave's behind the scenes Mandalorian Gallery talk (this is jokingly referred to as "Davegate" because I refused to take it too seriously) - @david-talks-sw's collection of comparisons between Lucas' commentary on the Jedi and Filoni's commentary on the Jedi
This response itself is more focused on laying out the problems a lot of people have with Filoni's writing, but also honestly I still have my giant collection of Jedi source material citations that quotes his commentary, I still bring up Filoni's quotes in current meta a lot, I still talk positively about the things I enjoy from his shows, so overall there's equal amounts of both praise and criticism here. So, as short as I can make it (which isn't very, shut up, I know! XD), that's basically what people mean when they say they're wary of Filoni.
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questforgalas · 7 months
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What Your Favorite TCW Arc Says About You - Roast Edition
The Ryloth Arc - You have a Twilek kink
The Mandalore Arc - You are not Satine. Obi-Wan will not come to save you no matter how many times you put yourself in shady situations
The Mortis Arc - Ok! We get it! Mortis is your favorite!
The Umbara Arc - Please, please, please go to therapy. Your abandonment and trust issues are not going to be solved watching Rex put his helmet on on repeat
The Padawan Arc - You're desperately trying to hold onto your childhood innocence
The Chips Arc - You have a pain kink
The Bad Batch Arc - No matter how many wishes you make, a reverse harem is not plausible nor realistic. Go directly to horny jail, do not pass go
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tired-night-owl · 13 days
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This week’s bad batch episode reactions
Poor babies
It’s giving obi wan’s zygerria arc from tcw
Pretty clouds
I love rampart being shut down
MOM IS HERE !!!!
Why is rampart so funny this season
Wrecker and crosshair in unison is not something I thought I needed but here we are
Like really why am I starting to like rampart he’s a proud little whiny bitch and it makes me laugh too much for this abomination of a man
You’re gonna hate THEM even more, you dont know what you’re in for
Why are they taking blood from the back of their hands ?! Couldn’t it be somewhere with a bit more skin it has to hurt
Omega you little smart pickpocketing queen
Well here’s another bitch to replace emerie since she’s starting to be « nice »
Older sister omega vibes
Smart girl I love her so much but she’s getting cocky and with 2 episodes left, I don’t think it’s a good thing
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH YOUR BEAUTY, YOUR IDENTITY *cue bmo cries when finn cuts his hair*
Stop making me simp for rugged imperials Star Wars animation team !
I don’t trust this twink
He’s totally gonna betray you
How is no one recognizing rampart?? He was arrested in front of the whole senate !
Of course you missed being a bitch and ordering people about
Tell him echo
Imperials are so dumb omg but at least it works out in our faves’ favor
Ffs wrecker, crosshair was right lying is really not your strength
Wrecker is soooo the zeb of the bad batch
MY BB ECHO ?! IS THAT HOW YOU DIE
You’re probably right rampart and I’m not looking forward to it except maybe for you
Omg he’s just a baby it’s so sad and I feel like he’s the one who will slow them down in their escape attempt
Omg Omega !!!
But even if you have found your way out, there’s people watching you 24/7 and you’re locked in your individual rooms at night how tf are you gonna help those kids escape omega ?!?!
You better not snitch you translucent r2 wannabe
I understand echo is mostly droid but there’s still flesh on him why will he not be detected ?
Well he got moves that’s why
There’s no way it will end well I don’t trust Star Wars
Shut up and stay strapped in, you whiny man child
IM STRESSIN !
Hunter being hot part idek anymore
Omg it worked ?!
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I've been thinking about what the Bad Batch means to me these past few weeks and things just don't quite sit right. When I started watching the Clone Wars, it felt like a lot of love and care had been poured into the project. The clones had unique personalities built from the ground up, with even minor characters getting quirks. Hevy only appeared in two episodes, yet is so loved. Hardcase is missed despite only really appearing in one arc because of expert character crafting and real, actual effort with the writing.
The point of the Clone War was that the clones were individuals, they had agency and they could have an impact on their lives and others. Referred to as 'property', with no representation or rights, they are slave soldiers in function, who are biologically identical although at times with slight variation, but their personalities and motivations matter and have weight. This is why Fives nearly ruins Palpatine's plans. This is why Rex is able to resist the inhibitor chip in Order 66 and help save Ahsoka.
This is why I'm not sure I can forgive the Bad Batch.
Spitting on Grandpa
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When the Bad Batch started, I was initially quite excited because it was advertised as a sequel to the Clone Wars. The first episode opens up with the title 'The Clone Wars' fading into the Bad Batch, but the show is anything but because the 'regs', as normal clones have been dubbed, don't matter now. Instead, the only characters with agency are a special group of clones who mostly don't look like the clones based on Jango Fett (Temuera Morrison) or even scientifically fit the basic definition of what a 'clone' is.
How is this not meant to be insulting for TCW and the Clone Fandom? I watch normal clones like Commander Wilco get shot in the face. I watch Mayday choke and die for Crosshair's development. I watch Rex play second fiddle to the Bad Batch on screen, the man and leader who used to always say "I'm always first, kid" and take the reins. I watch Cody appear for an episode only to not appear again this season and have no impact on the narrative other than Crosshair's development. Can 'regs' no longer change the world? Do the 'boring', 'regular' slave soldiers have no impact anymore?
Echo: "The fate of all the clones is now sealed because of us."
When it comes to normal clones impacting the narrative, the closest we get is Rex's resistance network, which features actual clones actually doing something. Yet apparently an episode about the Bad Batch discovering an island paradise world and battling a tsunami deserves more screen time than seeing how the 'regs' set that one up. Even this plot point is less about finally saving Howzer and normal clones like him, and more about Echo not being with the Bad Batch and further setting up the plot regarding Tech and Crosshair. The normal clones remain non-entities outside of the Bad Batch's development, they have no agency beyond this.
This is why we see stock reg clone characters bully the Bad Batch in the Season 1 opening, because despite them all being slaves under the thumb of fascism and the fact normal clones treated Ninety-Nine (the beloved hunchback clone from TCW Season 3) fine, it's the Bad Batch's plight that only matters now, their persecuted perspective on being special and better than the regs, regs that are now treated as old news, an afterthought. The world feels small, and inexcusably less richer than it was.
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Essentially, we're no longer allowed to see what the reg clones motivations are, why there are reg clones that actually, canonically, dislike the Bad Batch as opposed to Ninety-Nine. People like to speculate, but on screen we are not shown or told in TBB. We're also not shown why all the named clones from Howzer, Mayday, Fireball, Gregor and Nemec to Cut, Cody and Rex never had issues with the differences other than they're the good regs I guess. Hell, even Cody and Mayday's remaining squad say nothing of Crosshair's mutations, not even one catty comment.
Conclusion
So, what does this mean? The Bad Batch steals the clones' agency and makes it their own. They wear the clone identity, but refuse to help normal 'reg slave' clones that look like actual clones in favour of focusing on themselves and their 'more important' personal problems. The Bad Batch are special not because of who they are or that they've worked hard, but because they look different from other clones, because they're just more capable and have special abilities. It's not who you are that counts, it's what you are.
And, now, I even see fans doing what TCW told us not to, disregarding normal clones, 'explaining' why the Bad Batch are fine to leave the reg clones to die because they called them "The Sad Batch" one time. Somehow the Bad Batch undoes all of TCW's work, stripping the clones of their agency and making them into just victims sleepwalking into extinction as we wait for the Bad Batch to consider trying to actively save them.
Echo: "The fate of all the clones is now sealed because of us."
And, then the rest of TBB go cave exploring and holidaying on Pabu. This series might as well be about natborns.
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