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May a simple, humble, lowly simp ask for a Carmel topping ("so now it's *my* kid?") with a heaping big boy Alpha-17 scoop?
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Thank you so much for this ask! It actually inspired two ficlets, the other one will eventually be part of the Mission:Buir series. But for now, I hope you enjoy!
A Warrior's Spirit
Pairing: Alpha-17 x Fem!Reader Event: Sunshine's Follower Milestone (still open) Graphic dividers and Event graphics: by myself @sunshinesdaydream Rating: SFW WARNINGS: Pregnancy Contains: Badly translated Mando'a (translations at the end) Word count: 343
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You are awake when he tries to slide into the bed and not wake you, he had been leading one of the training exercises for the potential ARC troopers that ran late into the night.  Most of the time it worked, at some point in the night he would slip in and wrap you in his strong arms and you wouldn’t wake until morning. Well, it worked all of the time except when you were already awake. 
You turn towards him with a quiet sigh of his name.
“Cyare, you should be asleep,” his voice somewhere between a grumble and a murmur. 
“I was, until your kid decided to use my bladder as a punching bag,” you pout, snuggling your face to his chest. He smells of fresh soap. 
“So now it’s my kid?” He teases in a low murmur. 
“Well, I can’t punch like that,” you reason, your face still buried against his broad chest. 
Alpha lifts your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “We’ll have to fix that later, then” he answers.  
After several long minutes of him holding you, he kisses the top of your head before shifting until he was able to gently kiss your stomach, then as he strokes the side of your stomach soothingly he begins speaking to the baby. 
“Udesii, ad’ika,” he says. “Gar buir cuyir haryc.”
As usual, the baby calms at the rumble of their father’s voice as you relax automatically with his presence. 
“Ca’nara nuhoyir, verd’ika.  Akaanir naka’tuur,” then he began to sing “Vode An” and then his remembrances as a lullaby.  Quieter, but his voice still carries the power of the full chant.
You reach down to run your fingers through his hair, still damp from the shower, and remember his answer when you had asked about his unconventional lullaby.  
“It doesn’t matter what they do with their life, what they decide to become. A legacy of strength and a warrior’s spirit will help them.” He had answered. 
You quickly fall off to sleep to the comforting sound of his voice.  
Mando'a Translation: “Udesii, ad’ika,” he says. “Gar buir cuyir haryc.” -"Calm down, little one," He says. "Your (Parent/Mother) is tired"
“Ca’nara nuhoyir, verd’ika.  Akaanir naka’tuur,” - "Time to sleep, little warrior. Fight tomorrow,"
"Vode An"- Link to YouTube video Wookiepedia of lyrics and translation
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jedi-starbird · 2 months
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Alpha-17 and Obi-Wan being friends (derogatory) on 17's part and friends (threatening) on Obi-Wan's part is such an underrated dynamic
They could be so funny and terrifying, like Obi-Wan went through a soul shredding experience with Alpha-17 as his only company. They're friends because what else are you gonna be after you witness each other at absolute rock bottom from torture.
It's like 'dog put in cage of cheetah who's threatening to go crazy', except the dog is a grizzly bear and also threatening to go crazy.
Emotional support trooper except the trooper in question has never done any sort of supporting in his life and is actively an emotional distress trooper to a great number of the CC batch.
I want them texting everyday, I want Obi-Wan mailing handmade BFF bracelets to Alpha and Alpha sending pics back of him flipping off the camera but still wearing them, I want Alpha using Obi-Wan to keep track of and occasionally terrorize his cadets, I want 17 ending problems in the GAR (like Krell) before they begin because Obi-Wan has him shipped out on a personal transport at the first opportunity, decked out with slug-throwers Obi-Wan got him for his decant-day.
Natborn officers think this is all just an odd indulgence of General Kenobi, the Vode, however, correctly identify it as a goddamn threat and their danger assessment of Obi-Wan ticks up significantly.
When Alpha arrives on Kamino, Shaak Ti presses a shiny new comm into his hand. It has the Jedi Order symbol painted onto it alongside a smiley face sticker, and it pings immediately with a new message: Hello! I hope you're settling in well!
Alpha stares at the message, stares at the singular contact named 'OWK' and then stares Shaak Ti in the eye as he pitches the comm straight into the ocean. Shaak Ti's serene smile only grows larger as she calmly reaches into her robes and pulls out an identical comm, only this one has a frowny face sticker, and presses it into his hand. It lights up: I'm afraid we've bonded, Alpha :). Alpha shuts it off and pockets it with resignation.
Cody arrives on Alpha-17's personal recommendation.
A-17: He's the most difficult little bastard I have. You're perfect for each other. OWK: Thank you, he's very handsome :3 A-17: No. Stop.
The first thing he asks once he gets comfortable is who his general is texting so much that has him swinging his legs and twirling his hair. Cody assumes it's Anakin, given they seem joint at the hip anyway, but little does he know Obi-Wan's ability to consistently have the Weirdest Relationships Ever.
"Oh, it's Alpha-17, I understand you're familiar with each other?" Hmm. OK. Cody.exe is experiencing a processing error, please hold. He exits the room instead of answering. The next day he peeks over the General's shoulder when he's texting and sees walls of rambling messages from Obi-Wan. Alpha-17 replies every hour with a single text: Lose this number. Obi-Wan giggles. "He's so funny." he says.
When Obi-Wan meets the rest of the CC batch, Cody makes sure to stand perfectly angled so that he can record the reactions when his general cuts off their introductions with "Oh, no need, Alpha-17's told me all about you." It's always immediate FEAR.JPG followed by a slow spiral of What The Fuck.
What do you mean by that General. What does that mean Cody. What do you mean they text. No. Cody. What the fuck is happening, Cody. Alpha-17 doesn't have friends he has enemies and enemies he tolerates enough not to shoot on sight.
OWK: Wolffe reached for his vambrace? when I mentioned you A-17: That's where he keeps his spare knife. OWK: Hm that does explain the way he eyed me up, ambitious. A-17: Clearly not enough, he should have followed through. I taught them better.
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chiliger · 11 months
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It’s a sign of affection.
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ominouspuff · 5 months
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Clone Wars AU: what if’s, featuring “what if everyone lived and outmaneuvered Order 66 and Cody and Rex became, like, space cowboys, among other things”
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twinterrors29 · 4 months
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Alpha-17, scruffing a growling cadet: this is my son Wolffe, he keeps trying to bite my throat out with his teeth *puts the growling cadet down, then scoops up a different cadet, this one snarling* Alpha-17: this is my other son Fox, he almost bit a chunk out of my leg yesterday *returns the snarling cadet to the floor just in time to snatch a third cadet out of the air as they try to pounce on him from behind* Alpha-17: this is also my son Cody, he keeps trying to flying tackle me-
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cobaltbeam · 1 year
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Once the baby, always the baby
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quatredraws · 22 days
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I haven’t posted anything in years, but since I’ve gotten into Star Wars a few months ago I’ve managed to put pencil to paper again! This is all to say:
Thank you @mandalorianbrainweasel for posting “beautiful without our war paint”, because I loved the way Alpha takes care of Fox from beginning to end!
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archfey-edda · 11 months
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Discord discussions were had about the use of A-17's weird kama. The birikad idea won.
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tattycoram · 3 months
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Alpha-17, holding cadet Rex: This is Rex. He bites as well Fordo, gazing at Fox and Wolffe: We really have too many cadets who bite
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kingtuna · 3 months
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Alpha-17: Why are there little handprints all over the wall?
Cody: Why are there little handprints all over the wall?
Rex: Because I have little hands
Cody: Because he has little hands
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clonememesfrikyeah · 11 months
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Alpha-17: “The kid has great potential. He may become a captain or even a commander.”
Maze: “Or a psychopath.”
Fordo: *sprinting for his life* “He’s got a weapon! He’s got a weapon!”
Cadet Rex: *sadistically laughing and chasing him with a machete*
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ominouspuff · 4 days
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No Man Left Behind / Something Worth Dying For
REQUESTS / BLOG EVENT
Request from @razzbberry - Palette #1 - Alpha-17, Cody - Death of the Cynic in Me
Notes and close-ups beneath the cut!
Notes: I think Seventeen would, both subconsciously and consciously, keep his cynicism as long as possible. It’s how he thinks the world works, but it’s also a survival tool. It’d be a very, very slow death.
It’s put to the test with Cody — not because Cody is special among his fellow clones, but because he’s one of the first that bothers to fight Seventeen on his own terms. The argument is always the same. Cody wants to talk about what he hopes to be, someday, after he is a soldier. Seventeen thinks he’s stupid to think that’s possible, or that he’d be capable. Cody knows it, and he, might not be. Seventeen thinks it’s even more stupid, in that case; what a waste of energy.
It develops. When they’re older, and in the thick of war, one day Cody risks his life for the chance to save a brother that was going to die anyway. Seventeen yells at him for fifteen minutes once he’s conscious about luck and stupidity and the trouble it’s causing Seventeen and the false hope it’s engendering in others. Cody says he can disagree all he likes, but he doesn’t give a fig, respectfully. Seventeen thinks Cody can go try to get blown up again, if he thinks so.
There’s no point fighting for a better tomorrow; they’re bought and paid for to fight for something else, FOR someone else. Seventeen is prepared for being fodder, as a result. He’s prepared for unfairness and the bleak life that they’re living. Instead he watches as Cody defeats odds time and time again, somehow managing to balance being an exceptional military leader with a secondary war to live for something more, running himself ragged and — inexplicably — gaining ground. Each of those little victories are a little death for Seventeen’s cynicism; a chipping away. A little seed of Cody’s brand of hope takes root, awkward and begrudging, fond and tentative.
Then Order 66 happens. Cody’s efforts for a better life are in vain, and Cody himself-
Cody may never know that Seventeen was right abut just how helpless they were. Now he only knows that Seventeen is a traitor, apparently, because Seventeen — for once in his life — was the lucky one and his chip malfunctioned.
And Seventeen could say ‘I told you so’. He could rest, vindicated and resigned, in the fact that every dream Cody built up and everything he thought was worth dying for is pointless, now — as he always suspected it would be.
But it isn’t fair, even by Seventeen’s standards.
“What are you doing,” Rex will rasp, caught in a strange role reversal as Seventeen paints an armor set with Cody’s golden colors. “He’s not coming back, Seventeen. He can’t. It’s pointless to keep going after him, you need to stop.”
“No,” Seventeen will answer, unbothered, “I don’t think I will.”
“We can’t — we can’t keep hoping,” Rex says, because he means he will probably have a breakdown if he imagines there is even a pitiful possibility he could save his brothers and then have to turn away from that scrappy chance for the greater good and Rebellion, and all that. “We’ve got to move on.”
“Go on.” Seventeen will invite sincerely, one brow raised because he knows Rex better than that.
“Do you want him to shoot you?” Rex will finally yell, all knotted up at the thought of losing Seventeen too, even though it’s funny because Seventeen was never kind to Rex.
“He can try,” Seventeen will say, touching up the last of the paint. He will stand, wiping his fingers, and pick up his pack. “See you when we get back, then.”
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twinterrors29 · 4 months
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Alpha-17 learns of the existence of Force-suppressants and immediately says, not on MY Jedi
and immediately starts building up Obi-Wan's immunity to them without telling him
fortunately, this comes in extremely handy throughout the war, what with the frequency with which Obi-Wan gets captured, which makes Alpha-17 unbearably smug
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Wolffe: Gregor, can I ask you a question?
Gregor: Shoot
Wolffe, pulling his gun out: Shoot what?
Gregor, deranged from lack of sleep: Uh… the tv?
Wolffe: On it
(Later)
Alpha-17: What happened to the tv?
Cody: Gregor and Wolffe’s single braincell short circuited.
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gamelpar · 11 months
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Alpha 17: as the CC batch's instructor it is my job to keep an eye on the cadets and while doing that, i've come to the conclusion that it consists of two kinds of people. observe.
Alpha 17: THE FLOOR IS LAVA!
Wolffe: kriff! *climbing up on the couch with Bly thrown over his shoulder and dragging Ponds with him*
Cody: BATTLE STATIONS! *shoves Fox off the table*
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