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spacemagicandlaserswords · 1 year

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The Clone Wars 1x5 ‘Rookies’ Reaction Take 2

STILL SCREAMING

(I wrote this as I rewatched the episode, pausing as I went so that's why it's probably disjointed and all over the shop). Edit: Adding gifs to this because I can and I feel like it suits the more live-blogging style that these types of reaction posts end up being.

Lmao @ the GAR radio hologram

Omg Echo. It’s baby Echo! Look at him and his reg manuals!

Hello Sergeant Reed Richards and your lovely silver temples. Is this Sergeant O'Niner? More silver fox clones plz.

Are his eyebrows grey as well?

Deep Thoughts with Kenobi

Lol look at Obi Wan, so happy to see his space husband. Or its just the dated animation. But we’re all delusional here so let’s go with the first option.

Ah so this is where the ‘Good man, that Cody’ line comes from.

Rip not getting to know more about the lovely clone with the facial hair. Was this Droidbait?

Oof, foreshadowing for Hevy rip

Rip Sentry

Oh hey Fives has his little 5 Aurebesh tattoo already!

Droids! Well that was subtle lmao

I know this is very early on in TCW but there are some funky accents going on with the clones.

Rip Sergeant Silver Fox

Ventress is hilarious. She’s so completely beyond OTT. Ridiculous. I love it.

The entire comm exchange between Cody and the commando droid pretending to be a clone. CACKLING

Droid: Roger roger Rex: *narrows eyes*

Lol @ Cody palming off his problems to Rex. Have fun being in charge of this one!

“The reg manual says that the next–” Omg Echo.

Rip Cutup. What a gruesome way to go.

“What the hell was that?” A “bad” word? In my animated children’s television show?!

“Ah, that was an eel.” Yes thank you Echo

“Now, that’s why we have the regulation not to go outside.” omg I love him

Lol @ the fanfare when Cody and Rex turn up. The heroes have arrived.

I know I’ve said this before but Rex looks all special with is kama and captain’s pauldron and different helmet and whatever else and then Cody just gets some golden painted bits of his armour and 2 aerials? What is he, a designer retro TV?

Omg the droid pretending to be a clone. You can just tell the animators had a field day with that one.

Thank you for visiting and have a safe trip back? Question mark?

Gif from this post by @dindjarism

“A droid attack flare?” OMG REX DID NOT HESITATE. Even Cody was shocked.

At this point, “Roger, roger” is basically enough to send Rex’s spidey senses into overdrive.

“Woah, Rex! What the heck are you doing?” An even less of a “bad” word? In my animated children’s television show?!

Also lawl @ Rex’s drawled “Relax” after shooting the droid disguised as a clone at point blank range.

Does Cody not have his gold paint yet?! His armour looked distinctly grey, though they are on a moon so the lighting might be why it looks grey.

“Off the platform!” Rex you just yeeted yourself. And Cody. You actually want to be yeeted don’t you Rex?

Cody is the kind of friend who would jump off a cliff if his friend said to.

What happened on Tibrin? I must know. Is this The Clone Wars version of what happened in Budapest? Will we never know?

It’s a tiny little exchange but you can really tell from the change in voice how familiar Rex and Cody are with each other already.

Also that shot of Rex after he lands from their lines under the platform is absolutely a hero shot and hero pose. There’s quite a few of these throughout the episode and you can really tell that this is absolutely the introduction episode of Rex. So many moments throughout this episode exist just to show what an absolute BAMF he is. Seeing as the character was originally supposed to be Alpha-17 it makes sense. You can really Rex’s jaig eyes really prominently throughout this episode too. Makes sense, seeing as they’re on the front of his helmet, but it almost feels even more emphasised that you’d expect.

Sun bonnets!

Rex just turning around and one shotting the Rishi eel like it’s nothing omg sir stop

Gif from this post by @dindjarism

Echo gets his Rishi eel blood hand print from Rex! Seminal moment unlocked!

Lmao at Anakin and Obi Wan snarking about their clones.

Rex calls Echo kid! I AM WAILING!

Rex old boy? Since when was Cody bri’ish?

Rex, your ideas are as bad as Anakin’s.

The whole scene with trying to get in the blast doors and Rex kneeling there holding up the decapitated head of the commando droid? CACKLING

Cody is so done with your nonsense Rex

That was the most badass delivery of “Roger. Roger.” I have ever seen and we’re only 5 episodes in.

Aw Echo is already worried about Fives.

Rex is basically the personification of ‘so anyway, I started blasting’ at this point.

Rex, Sir, you did not have to go so hard in taking apart that droid with your bare hands

Is this the first hero shot we get of Rex, Cody and Echo together? Sure looks like it! Look at Rex looking all noble in the background.

More foreshadowing for Hevy rip

Closest thing we clones have to a home. SOBBING

The little nod between Rex and Cody.

Random gronk droid.

"Didn’t say please." There are so many good cheesy one liners in this episode it's like an 80s action movie. I love it.

"We could use a jedi about now." I think Cody is missing his space husband.

That admiral definitely feels like a stereotype of a posh british officer from WWII or similar

Oh damn this is Hevy's last stand. What a way to go out.

Hevy nooooo what are you doing

“I don’t like your tone rookie” Rex was that a growl?!

Hevy just yeeting the machine gun at the droids.

Noooo Hevy

"I don’t." Wow those were some last words. Rip Hevy

Gif from this post by @theclonewarsdaily

Naw Echo and Fives getting medals. And joining the 501st! Also their completely in sync salute and about turn was the definition of crisp. I know it’s probably just the same animation copied and pasted but we can ignore that and focus on how it’s totally cause they’re the twins in their batch.

OMG THAT EPISODE. MY HEART. CLONES. THE CLONES HAVE MY HEART. EVERYTHING FOR THE CLONES.

I think I’m going to have to go back and watch some episodes again because when I first watched this I a) didn’t remember most of it and b) hadn’t started to fall in love with the clones. I should imagine coming back and watching important and memorable episodes again after the finale will have another different meaning to it all as well. Though, given what happens in the finale, I might need to wait a bit. Maybe I’ll come back to it after watching Rebels and a few other things I want to catch up on. I did realise though that I did actually watch this episode when I started watching The Clone Wars, I just didn’t remember most of it. The only bits that I remembered were when the 4 clones (Echo, Fives, Heavy and Cutup, I think) escaped through the tunnels to outside the base, right before Cutup got eaten by that eel.

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dangraccoon · 9 months

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Oyuba'din - Chapter 20: Reclamation

Summary: The Batch worries about Jaine in her unconscious state.

Warnings: Unconsciousness, physical confrontation, emotional tension

Author's Note: It feels good to be able to be back! I’m very excited to show y’all what I’ve been working on!

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Crosshair was in the same place he had been for the past few hours; pacing in front of the medbay door. He knew he couldn’t go in; the rest of the squad were on strict orders from Hunter not to let anyone else in if they weren’t supposed to be watching over Jaine, and he knew Wrecker would follow that order.

It had been three hours since Jaine went unconscious, and he was doing his best to follow her instructions to not panic, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

It was also becoming difficult not to throttle his twin. Tech was sitting at his workbench, fiddling with some spare parts, his leg bouncing under the table. He knew Crosshair was blaming him for what had happened, but what was he supposed to do? Not treat his brothers’ injuries?

“Maker, Cross,” Echo groaned from his seat at the table, a cup of caf cooled and untouched in front of him. “Pace any harder and you’ll wear a hole through the floor.”

“Funny,” Crosshair deadpanned, rolling his eyes.

“Will you please just sit down? Worrying isn’t going to make her wake up.”

Crosshair stopped, his arms forming a tight cross over his chest.

“Echo is right. You’re only making yourself more nervous,” Tech added, not looking up from his scraps.

“Stow it, Tech,” Crosshair growled, but took a seat next to Echo.

“It’s not his fault you know,” Echo said quietly.

Crosshair’s jaw set tight, stopping himself from making a comment.

Echo bumped Crosshair’s shoulder. “He couldn’t have known what she was going to do. None of us could.”

Crosshair sighed, looking from Tech to Echo. “I know,” he relented. “But he didn’t have to be such a dick to her.”

Echo chuckled humorlessly. “Can’t disagree with that. How’s your hand?”

Crosshair held his palm out in front of him, inspecting it again. “Like nothing ever happened.”

“That is, of course, due to whatever it was that Jaine did before she lost consciousness,” Tech called, still not bothering to look up.

Crosshair rolled his eyes before standing up and leaving the room.

Echo was left with his thoughts as the sound of Tech’s tinkering continued.

Jaine went from being a simple puzzle to a full on enigma in a matter of days. The two months she had spent with them felt like it had barely been a few hours now, and Echo was honestly at a loss for words. Taking a deep breath, he decided he needed to sort himself out.

Tech had once described Echo’s post-mission ritual as “a session of meditation” saying that he sorts through thoughts and memories as though he were going through flimsiwork and placing them in the correct spaces.

Maybe it was enhanced by his modifications, but Echo had always done this. Ever since he was just a cadet he wanted to organize any and all information he took in. That’s how he was able to memorize the reg manuals so easily and recite off whichever best suited the situation. When he joined the Bad Batch, remembering their numerous numbered plans? Child’s play.

But these past few days had been almost too much for him. A few injuries, Jaine being unconscious - not once but twice, batch twins barely able to look at each other, everyone on edge; it was a lot.

And Jaine. He had no idea what to make of her. She didn’t fit into any of his boxes. Jaine had some kind of power, but not like the Jedi. She was cool, collected, confident, but so afraid and still running from her past.

She lied to the squad and the GAR, but she did it to protect herself. And yet he didn’t care. His strong moral compass only indicated that she’d made the right call.

What made Echo the most nervous was just how similar she was to someone he once knew. Hell, he’d accidentally called Jaine by the wrong name once already, and even if it was said in a semi-conscious state, he still felt bad. They were just so similar. Their smile, their laugh.

No, Echo thought. Don’t go into her box.

He needed a distraction, so he got up and went to look over Tech’s shoulder.

Wrecker was getting bored. That’s not to say that he wasn’t okay with watching over Jaine in her near comatose state; he was perfectly content to do so, though he’d much prefer if Jaine was awake. Then they could talk or play a game or…

Wrecker blinked a few times. He probably shouldn’t think of the squad’s medic like that, especially if she was sick like this, but it was getting harder not to. She was too pretty, too smart, too funny, too kind to him. He didn’t care about what happened in her past; he simply just liked her. But it was more than “liking”, wasn’t it? He wished she would wake up so he could talk to her about it.

He was pretty sure she’d listen to him. She was so sweet. He knew that she had gotten closer to Crosshair lately, but he liked the relationship they were developing; a warm friendship filled with kindness. She was gentle with him whereas others were rough. He was supposed to be rough - it’s what he was designed for, but with Jainey? She let him be soft and quiet and all the things he wasn’t allowed to be in his line of work.

Wrecker didn’t know much about love, but sitting here, watching over Jaine’s sleeping form in the low light of her little corner in the medbay, he was fairly certain he loved her.

She stirred a little, her arm moving lazily to find the edge of the blanket.

“Here, ad’ika,” Wrecker whispered, pulling the blanket up over her shoulder.

Her eyes opened ever so slightly as he pulled his hand back, and he smiled warmly, happy to see the gray-green of her eyes if only for a moment as they fluttered shut again.

A near silent tap on the door alerted Wrecker that Hunter was there to trade off shifts, and he tried his best to not to feel disappointed. He knew his brother would alert everyone when she woke up, but he wanted to stay by her side. He wanted to be there when she really opened her eyes.

Hunter slipped into the room, doing his best to stay quiet, which was second nature to him. He looked over Jaine’s sleeping form.

“Any changes?” he whispered.

Wrecker shook his head. Hunter could tell the big guy was on edge, but he sensed something further.

“You okay?” he asked, his concerned gaze shifting from Jaine’s face to Wrecker’s.

“Yeah,” Wrecker shrugged. “Just wish she would wake up.”

Hunter noticed the way Wrecker watched Jaine, the softness in his eyes, the way his hands tensed a little, as though he were stopping himself from reaching out to touch her. Hunter knew the feeling all too well.

“She will, Wreck,” Hunter said, but he wasn’t convinced himself.

Wrecker gave a solemn nod, rising from the chair, and giving Hunter an affectionate nudge on his way out.

Hunter eased back into the chair next to Jaine’s bunk, letting out a heavy sigh.

“Jaine, what am I going to do with them all?” he whispered. He wasn’t sure if she could hear him, but he hoped she could.

“If you could see the state we’re all in, I’m sure you’d whip us all back into shape,” he chuckled. “Got Cody to sign off on extended leave for us; made up some story about picking up some kind of stomach bug and needing to quarantine. He even got the General to sign off on it so no one comes poking around. Tech’s got us floating above Coruscant, until we can figure out what to do.”

Jaine’s fingers twitched a little, and Hunter’s heart sped up.

“Jaine?” he gasped hopefully.

Her face scrunched up, and she let out a quiet groan.

Hunter kneeled next to her, needing to be closer to her. Hitting the comm on his wrist, he whispered into it, alerting the others that Jaine might be waking up.

Her eyes opened, unfocused as she looked around. “Hu-Hunter?” she mumbled, her voice raspy.

“I’m right here,” he assured her, taking her hand, despite the way his were shaking. “Welcome back.”

Jaine chuckled quietly as the door whooshed open, Crosshair, Echo, and Wrecker piling into the small medical bay.

“Easy, boys,” Hunter warned, a soft smile on his face.

“T’salright,” she smiled, weakly yet warmly.

“We missed you, Jainey,” Wrecker explained.

“Missed you too,” she whispered, her eyes closing slowly, before opening again to look up at Hunter. “How long-”

“Three days, 16 hours, and 42 minutes,” Tech informed, pushing his way past his brothers, scanner in hand. He shooed Hunter away, starting to take Jaine’s vitals.

“Three-” Jaine sputtered, trying to push herself up off of the bed.

“Lay back down,” Tech ordered harshly. “I need to examine you.”

Jaine gave a look to Tech, brushing his hand off her shoulder. “Where are we going?” she asked Hunter.

“We’re not-”

“We have been unable to take any mission because you were incapacitated. If you would like to get back to work, you have to let me examine you.”

Jaine scowled at him now. “I don’t need an exam, Tech.”

“Lieutenant-”

“Get that thing out of my face,” she growled, pushing Tech and his scanner away from her face.

Echo stepped forward. “Jaine, you should really just-”

“Lieutenant, you will submit to examination or-”

“Or what? You’re going to report me?”

“Precisely; perhaps your head is intact.”

Jaine, displaying an anger the batch had never seen before, let out a humorless, incredulous laugh, launching herself at the bespectacled clone.

She became a hurricane of frustration and anger. The squad watched on out of pure shock as she landed a full, clean hit to Tech’s cheek, before each of them grabbed a half of the grappling pair.

Hunter squeezed between his brother and the medic in an attempt to diffuse the tension. Crosshair wrapped his arms around Jaine, doing his best to speak soothingly to her as tears started down her face.

Wrecker scooped Tech up in his arms, the smaller clone ranting about being let go, but his pleas went unanswered as Echo looked around, unsure of what he should do.

“Would both of you shut up!” Hunter shouted, stunning the room into silence, Jaine and Tech no longer fighting against those restraining them. Jaine whimpered a little, her hand coming up to touch her temple, and Crosshair let go of her.

“Wrecker, get him out of here,” Hunter pleaded, his voice filled with exhaustion.

“I still need-”

“We’ll do the damn scans,” Crosshair snarled, marching over and grabbing the scanner out of Tech’s hands, who only scowled in return.

“Crosshair, I’m fine,” Jaine groaned as he started up the scanner. Again.

He ignored her, eyes focused on the scanner. She sighed, completely exasperated, at Hunter. “Hunter, please?” she pleaded.

“You’ve already scanned her three times, Cross,” Hunter reminded his brother, placing a gentle hand on Crosshair’s wrist.

Crosshair fidgeted with the device. Each time the damn machine read the same; a clean bill of health. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to believe that she was okay, it was just that he didn’t see how she could be after the past few days.

“Cross?” she whispered, concern covering her face as her eyes searched his.

Crosshair, as upset and worried as he was, felt like he was going to melt in the green-gray of her irises. She wasn’t making this any easier on him, looking at him like that. The idea that maybe she cared about him more than as a member of the squad she was serving with, that maybe, just maybe, she cared about him the way he cared about her increased his heart rate, which he was sure didn’t go unnoticed by Hunter.

“The scans were normal,” he mumbled, quickly looking away from her piercing gaze. He stood then, rushing from the room.

“Crosshair?” Jaine called after him. When he didn’t stop or turn around her eyes met Hunter’s, face full of worry.

Hunter only looked puzzled. Whatever his vod had been thinking of as he stared into Jaine’s eyes had his heart beating faster than Hunter ever remembered hearing it. He could only imagine. That day she’d heard them talking about her, she’d run from them, but Crosshair followed her, and brought her back.

Hunter didn’t know what happened then, not detecting any…foolishness on either of them as they came back to the ship; only that Jaine had been crying. But after that something had changed in his brother. As snarky as his youngest brother typically was, he knew that it was to hide his own sensitivity, something Hunter knew hadn’t seen the light of day in ages. Something was different now. Sure, he still held up that old mask, but it fell whenever she was around. When she was near him, Hunter saw the hints of how Crosshair used to be as a cadet.

He knew he’d been staring at her for too long, but at the moment he didn’t care. The effect - the hold she had on him and his brothers was remarkable. She laughed and goofed around with Wrecker. She helped Crosshair open up and stop hiding, even if it was only for short moments. She was gentle with Echo, but didn’t pity him. She listened to Tech, no matter how long he would ramble and no matter the topic. Even if he seemed angry now, Hunter knew it was a facade, carefully engineered in an attempt to protect himself.

And Hunter? Well, she’d consumed his thoughts every waking hour since she marched into his life, reading him and his squad like an open book. Since she didn’t blame the squad for the trouble they’d gotten into. Since she pulled him aside to speak directly and candidly with him. He knew that deep down, in the core of his being, he was her’s. But he also knew that she could never be his.

“Hunter?” Jaine’s voice buzzed in his ear, bringing him back to reality. “Are you okay?”

“Sorry, Jaine,” he mumbled. “Just been a long day.”

“How’s your side?” she asked nervously.

“It’s fine,” he smiled softly.

Jaine took a deep breath, fixing him with her patented look of disbelief. “Hunter, I swear if you’re lying to me right now I-”

He chuckled. “I’m not. Promise.”

Jaine rolled her eyes. “Sure,” she smirked.

Hunter held his hands up. “Swear, officer,” Hunter challenged. “You can search me if you want.”

“Easy, Sergeant. I’ve only just woken up.”

The air in the few inches between them felt like it was crackling with electricity. Hunter froze in place as time seemed to slow around him. She was smiling at him, the exhaustion and pain nonexistent in her features now. His heart ached as he kept himself from reaching out to touch her, and a quiet voice in the back of his mind wondered if she felt it too.

“I should let you rest,” Hunter whispered, breaking the spell, and standing up.

Hunter wished he hadn’t noticed the way her face felt a little.

“I’m alright,” she shrugged, praying that the slight sting of disappointment she felt wasn’t showing outwardly. “Just a little topical bacta in the bloodstream is all.”

“Just a- Jaine!” Hunter sputtered.

“I’m fine now, as you can see,” she said, pushing off the bed. “A little stiff and probably dehydrated, but I’ve had worse.”

“Kriff, woman. You’re laid out for three days and suddenly you’re fine?”

Jaine sighed. “Hunter, you saw the scanner,” she pointed out.

“Yeah, but-”

“You saw the scanner show that I was fine multiple times.”

“I did, but-”

“No ‘but’ then! I’m fine,” she assured him.

He looked at her incredulously - the look she typically would give the rest of them in this type of situation.

“What do you want?” she groaned. “The scan was clean, I feel perfectly alright, what more do you need?”

“Take off your shirt.”

Jaine choked. “I-I’m sorry?”

Hunter’s eyes were boring into her as she desperately hoped that her face wasn’t as red as it felt. “Show me that you’re okay,” he demanded. “Show me that you didn’t take the burn somehow.”

She blinked at him, her face dropping into an expression pleading with Hunter not to make her do this.

“Jaine,” he urged.

“Hunter, I-”

“You said you had bacta in your bloodstream,” he spoke with his voice low and expression unreadable. “How did it get there?”

She swallowed, a string of curse words in various languages filling her brain.“I can’t,” she stated simply after a few more moments of tense silence, refusing to meet his eye. “I can’t tell you that I didn’t do that.”

Thanks for reading! - Dang

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coruscantguard · 2 years

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The Truth Lies (In An Unmarked Grave)

On some days, Rex is certain the grief is going to kill him. There's only so much a person can take, and he reached that limit long ago-- reached it, then vaulted straight past it. Echo is alive, and that's fantastic, but... Fives isn't, and he's only the most recent on the long list of people Rex has failed to save. On some days, Rex is convinced that he's just walking wounded, that it's only a matter of time before his injuries catch up to him and put him in the ground.

That's... not what happens. Instead, Rex wakes up with Fives, and General Skywalker years in the past, back before Fives' death, before the Citadel, with their memories of the future intact. Instead, Rex finds himself caught between a rock and a hard place as he tries to save his family, with the constant threat of the Chancellor hanging over his shoulder.

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After working with The Bad Batch– after finding Echo and losing him again, after punching Crosshair and forcing himself to work with him anyway– Rex finds himself sitting on a log, staring at the bonfire in front of him.

The roaring fire illuminates the darkness of the night sky, and Rex can feel the heat from it on his face, warming up his knees. Despite that, his fingers feel cold around his beer bottle as he stares down the flames, a shade short of tipsy, not quite tipsy enough.

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He feels… almost isolated, with the way the sky stretches out above him, vast and endless, twinkling stars bright against the darkness of the night. But he’s not alone– far from it, in fact– Jesse’s sitting on his right, and Kix is on Jesse’s right, and Ridge on Kix’s right, and Sterling on Ridge’s right, which brings him all around to being on Rex’s left.

They’re a lively bunch. It’s not quiet around the campfire– far from it, in fact. If Rex felt a little less detached, he knows he’d be right there with them, laughing and joking. But the events of the last few days, months, years, weigh on him, and it’s easier to let himself be mesmerized by the crackling flames than putting in the effort to be engrossed in conversation.

Jesse, however, is not one to be upstaged by a firepit. He leans forward, grins, waves his hand in front of Rex’s face. “Hey Cap,” he says, ignoring Kix’s facepalm. “How do you know if there’s a member of the Bad Batch at your party?”

Rex sighs, looks up at the sky. Prays for some sort of divine intervention.

No divine intervention arrives. Rex sighs, loudly. “How, Jesse?” he asks, half certain he already knows the answer.

“”They’ll tell you,” Jesse replies, and despite the fact that Rex had been expecting that exact answer, he still finds himself snorting at the accuracy of it. “Hey, how would the Bad Batch kill a space snake?”

Rex sighs again, louder this time. He definitely knows where this one is going. “How?”

“They make contact with it, ignore all Judicial Department directives and build a rapport with the snake, train it to kill other snakes, then return to Kamino to file a requisition of GAR resources form and take in the snake.”

Rex… shouldn’t ask. They’re all feeling weird after their last mission, every single Forcedamned clone is a raw nerve at the moment. He really shouldn’t ask.

Kriff it. He might as well ask. “Is the snake in this metaphor meant to be Echo?”

“Of course not sir, Echo was– is about as sneaky as a reg manual to the face.”

“Big words coming from you,” Kix chimes in, taking advantage of Jesse’s temporary distraction to steal his beer and finish it off.

“Kix, I’ll let you know that I’m an ARC trooper, actually,” Jesse defends. “I absolutely know how to be sneaky.”

“Well, since you’re a high and mighty ARC trooper, I guess that means that you’d just kill our metaphorical space snake by accident, and it would turn out that this metaphorical snake was sacred to the people there, and the natborns would then demand the removal of Republic forces from the planet.”

Rex chokes on his beer, coughs as Jesse sputters. Kriffing hell, someone decided to go for the throat today. “Oh, kark off,” is what Jesse eventually says in response, and Kix shrugs, looking all too smug with Jesse’s bottle in his hand.

After he finishes restoring the air to his lungs, Rex finds himself looking down at his hands, letting the conversation fade to a dull roar in the background. He looks down at his right hand, forms a fist with it, frowns. Unrolls his fingers one by one, flexes them once, then twice, then three times. The memory of punching Crosshair is all too present in his mind, as is the memory of liking it. Of wanting to do it again.

For all that he knows that he was made for killing, Rex has never thought of himself as an inherently violent person. But right now, there’s a part of him saying otherwise, a part of him that’s determinedly whispering what might even be the truth in the back of his mind.

He’s realized recently that he’s changing. And it’s because of the war, yes, but it’s also because of other things, and that… worries him. Scares him, almost, though he’ll never admit it out loud. Rex is a clone. He’s not made for change– the opposite, really. He’s been designed not to evolve past his programming.

But Crosshair had said that they should’ve left Echo behind, and Rex had seen red. For a second, all he’d been able to think about was Fives’ anguish at the Citadel, Fives’ grief in the aftermath, Fives’ rapidly cooling body in his arms, and–

Yeah, Rex had punched him. The shabuir had deserved it– deserved worse, an insidious voice inside him whispers.

(Rex at the beginning of the war never would’ve done that. Rex doesn’t know if his past self would even recognize the man he’s become now.)

Anyway, General Skywalker may not have liked that punch, but Kix and Jesse were on his side, and that was good enough for Rex. It had to be.

He glances down at his fist once more, sighs, and picks up his beer again, finishing it off. He probably should get started on those reports and finish filling out Echo’s transfer forms, so Rex opens his mouth to excuse himself when General Skywalker comes out of his tent, holding something strange and triangular, something that’s glowing red, and suddenly–

The world tips sideways.

Dimly, Rex hears alarmed shouts of his own name, feels the beer bottle slip from his hands, but all he can focus on is the nauseating roil of his own stomach, and the way that General Skywalker seems to have lost his balance too, and is clinging to a tree for support. Rex blinks, tries to focus, tries to marshal his thoughts into something coherent, then–

Nothing.

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Fives lays on the cold floor of a warehouse on Coruscant, and knows he’s dying. There’s a blaster bolt in his chest, and Rex is holding him– oh, that’s nice of him– and he’s dying.

Fives blinks his eyes. Speaks.

And then he dies.

He wakes up to an insistent hand on his shoulder, shaking him in a way that no one has done in years.

“Did you kriffing steal a sedative from Coric’s stash or some shit, asshole?” Echo demands as soon as Fives blearily opens his eyes, and Fives coughs, relishes in the ability to freely breathe, and– wait.

“Fives?” Echo asks, a hint of worry coloring his tone, but Fives can’t concentrate on that, because this is Echo talking to him. Echo, who’s dead, and that must mean Fives is dead, and he’s with Echo again–

He’s crying before he can even fully process it, ignoring Echo’s surprised exclamation as he pulls Echo down on top of him. Fuck. He’s dead, Force, he didn’t want to die, but he did, and now he’s with Echo again. He’s in the afterlife, and he’s with Echo again, and that alone is enough to undue him.

#captain rex #arc trooper jesse #clone trooper kix #tcw #the clone wars #my writing #gallorywrites

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clonecumber · 3 years

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The fact the Star Wars universe doesn’t actually have an equivalent of the Geneva Conventions or really any sort of actual law of war really fucking shows sometimes.

I rambled a bit so I’m cutting it here.

I mean, it makes sense in-universe. Not even getting into that the last(?) major major conflict the Republic had to deal with was against Sith and that would definitely leave a mark on their approach to warfare, I’d imagine, the Republic around the time of the prequels and a bit before that period probably wouldn’t really see the need for international (you know what I mean) laws mandating conduct in warfare. War up until the Clone Wars was sort of treated as...well, very “what happens in your house stays in your house” and you could be as awful as you wanted to each other on your own planet provided it didn’t go spilling out on the street to bother the neighbors.

Inter-planetary conflict just didn’t happen in the form of traditional (”traditional”) warfare (when it did happen, it seems like it was almost all economic volleys, targeted mercenary jobs, and the occasional angry insurgent group that made its way off-planet), and the Jedi were really the only ones who cared to go wandering around and sticking their noses in to single-planet problems. There’s no way in hell the Senate was going to regulate warfare. “Why is your mess my problem,” was probably their thinking.

(Palpatine did his job way too well.)

Which means we roll into the Clone Wars with zero Republic-wide systems in place to mitigate the damage what-so-fucking-ever. The Separatists sure as hell aren’t going to open “let’s not be total fucking animals about this” talks that might lead to a universe-equivalent of at least the Geneva Conventions, after all. They have droids. They don’t care. The ones who would have to open those talks would be the Republic, which they maybe might have if they’d had to draft their own citizens into the shiny new GAR beyond some officers and a bit of the supporting staff, but.

I don’t even think I need to continue that. We all know not a single person in the Senate is required to give a single flying fuck about the clone troopers, which of course means they don’t, and they’ve already been conditioned to think of civilian casualties as someone else’s problem, which means The Clone Wars is a literal fucking free-for-all.

You literally can’t commit a war crime because the laws defining a war crime don’t exist.

this just in: star wars is a literal dystopian hellscape i fucking

#clonecumber rereads repcomm #the clone wars #star wars #thinking about this as I read about niner killing two civilians just driving by because he wanted a speeder #on really shaky self-justifications #I don't blame niner really at all #it's not his fault the rules and laws a modern reader would have internalized literally do not apply to his universe #but yeah this is incredibly fucked up #they have a national reg manual equivilant but not an international law of war i'm gjdgk;slj #this is the same universe with zero child labor or protection laws though so it's not really a surprise #and a republic that seems to think 'yeah we don't really do slavery here' is somehow peak person-rights rather than the BARE MINIMUM #basically the only way what WE would deem a war crime is being stopped is if someone in-universe takes offense to it and MAKES it stop #but the laws aren't against the perpetrator #it's down to vigilantism #yeaugh #I mean I'm also sure there's been a throwaway line somewhere in the star wars universe about a 'war criminal' or whatever but #in practice I'm seeing zero signs of a universally recognized system so I mean #it's hard to take that seriously #unless they mean 'war criminal' on a planetary basis like it applies only to THAT PLANET #and if a single planet DID come up with their own sort of code of conduct that still wouldn't apply to the GAR #so I feel safe in sticking to my general: Yikes.

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derpymidnight · 2 years

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Echo joining Clone Force 99 is so ironic

Because they don't follow orders and they can't get along with the regs and by god are their landing skills absolute shit. They don't report to a lieutenant or a captain or anyone and I just think it's funny how Echo was a strict teacher's pet who repeated orders and liked peace and quiet and hated fighting on the front lines, and then he teamed up with a squad who was notorious for disobeying orders, had one of the loudest and most boisterous soldiers on the team, and constantly initiated aggressive and confrontational attacks. Pure sweet innocent Echo who read manuals for fun unknowingly chose to team up with one of the most reckless squads in the GAR.

But then again, Echo chose them because he felt he fit in with them, and Clone Force 99 was ostracized by other platoons of the GAR, something the Domino Squad also struggled with. Maybe they reminded him of his old teammates, and seeing as they were named after his own friend, saw that he belonged with them.

#ok but echo telling the bad batch stories abt 99😥#echo #echo tbb #tbb echo #echo tcw #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #star wars the clone wars #lucasfilm #disney #domino squad #arc trooper echo #ct 1409 #clone force 99 #grand army of the republic #disney plus #clone corporal echo #derpymidnight

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holding-hands-and-hearts · 3 years

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Only They

The 501st Clone Battalion was known for a great many things.

Bravery, for one. Stupidity, for another.

But when the 501st’s name was mentioned, it was always with an undercurrent of grudging respect. Because the 501st got stuff done. The 501st won. They were infamous for their unique tactics, disastrous command structure, their Jedi General. But the 501st was the elite.

The legion was made from extremes, where traits emerged in full force and nothing was done by half.

According to the starfighter group, they were the absolute best example.

The starfighter group did all of the things the legion did, sure. They broke kill count records. They necessitated updates to the reg manual - apparently GAR command had never considered that they would fly through nebulas, sneak past Separatist shields, create inordinately large explosions, reprogram recovered scraps of vulture droids, disrupt hyperspace lanes, or generally create half as much chaos as they did.

The starfighter group were vode, just like the legion was. They carved casualties on their ships, painted new designs onto their armor, pissed off the medics. They got far too drunk on shore leave and were ferally touch-starved and sung Vode An all together on drops.

But the starfighter group was the starfighter group, and they were determined that the rest of the legion knew it perfectly well.

The starfighter group was a full-fledged cult, with an initiation ceremony.

There were things that only the starfighter group did. Only they could turn the wings of their ships into buffet tables or challenge each other to sleep in cockpits. Only they got along well with the mechanics, resulting in a treaty to turn off the Resolute’s artificial gravity at random intervals every rotation. Only the starfighter group could land their ships on the ceiling and get down without breaking any bones.

And only they were allowed to fly.

That part was in the reg manual, sure. Any space-capable GAR vessel requires an H6-certified pilot to operate it.

But the starfighter group was allowed to fly.

The starfighter group got to move ships into space and fly past the stars. They got to drop off and pick up and make messes, swooping proudly overhead to blow enemy forces halfway to the next galaxy. Their piece of the war was at warp speed, requiring a kind of adrenaline-fueled, accidental perfection.

Only the starfighter group got that feeling in their stomachs, knotted and open and awed, a sense of wild freedom that came with the spaces between the stars.

Only the starfighter group got to fly.

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I have so many ideas about the starfighter group. And if I'm honest, I was so tempted to write about the medics. But I feel like pilots are incredibly underappreciated. They should get some love too.

I can't help imagining that they have their own set of traditions and connections, like a little subculture the rest of the vode or even the legion don't quite understand.

Also, I'm running out of ways to say, "hey! it's clonetober! find info, submissions, and prompts on the lovely host blog @clonetober!" So please just go check them out.

#clonetober #clonetober2021 #tcw #clone wars #the clone wars #swtcw #star wars clone wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars tcw #501st #501st legion #501st battalion #501st shenanigans #starfighter #starfighter group #clone pilot #clone pilots

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kark-trooper-echo · 1 year

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Echo, what do you do when you get overwhelmed? Do you like tea by any chance? Or reading?

I've got so much to do this week, even though it's already Thursday!! I just gotta know what my favorite clone does when he feels like there is no end to all the work

Tea, caf, a glass of bukk milk and a couple of sweet biscuits--it depends on the situation.

Reading is my go-to no matter what the beverage of the day is. If I need to escape, I'll read some fiction for a while. If I need a laugh, I'll dig into the old GAR reg manuals. If I'm feeling powerless, I'll find some nonfiction to dig into. Every new thing I find out about the galaxy I live in gives me that much more of an edge the next time I'm on a mission.

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sleepystawbie · 2 years

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It is a CRIME that the only time we see a clone get a kiss is Ventress when she murders Colt.

I demand consensual and non-violent clone smooching!

From now on it’s a GAR regulation that every day all clones will be given at least one little kissy on the noggin because they deserve it.

Clones deserve the opportunity for hardcore makeout sessions behind 79s at least once a month.

All kisses ranging from familial/platonic to eww gross, ma’am this is a Wendy’s! will be made available.

Ask Echo, it’s in the latest reg manual. In crayon but it’s there.

#clone simp #clones deserved better #kiss the clones #eff ventress #star wars the clone wars

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thefoundationproject · 3 years

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Not me rereading My Boyfriend Who Lives In Coruscant agian and noticing the line "Captain Rex gets to talk with Lt Hardcase today about what are appropriate methods of getting Commander Wolffe’s attention ..."

Which for some reason made me think that Torrent Command/command track have a list of social/personal problems they've noticed among the troopers that they add to over a period of a few days/weeks/months, and then hand out responsibility for handling each problem raffle style which range from helping some of the newer squads with team building, to having the sex talk with the new kids while Kix sits in the back staring into your soul daring you to not take it seriously (Jesse weirdly volounteers and gets away with the most shit stirring), to please someone try to explain the concept of appropriate flirting to Hardcase it's been on the list for years dear god

Also having the sex talk with Anakin makes it on there a few timed because he will not be a teen dad, but they have to pretend not to know he's married so the metaphors get more and more ridiculous as time goes on and Anakin is just so confused because he doesn't even carry a blaster what. So then they just get the new kids to do it to show what they learned from their talk but " I can't tell the general where to holster his decee Captain!!!"

They call it Decee Maintenance and it's a CAR mandatory course general we swear definitly not one of the 1000 extra things we added onto the (non-regulation) regs manual we gave you

And I just !! The possibilities!

Rex and Kix basically Brady-Bunching 140+ wild children as little better than kids themselves is such good vibes. The Sgts all have to take rotations doing these “extra curricular trainings” and I guarantee they viciously trade favors for who has to do what.

And it’s not just Torrent either. We know for sure that Ghost at least at one time had Crys escorting shinies on their first Coruscant adventure. This is GAR-wide! Fox putting the fear of Vod into Guard Shines with Thoughts Of Being Disorderly (you keep that crap out of public eye and on Playground). Galle holding Appropriate Levels Of PDA In The Workplace seminars and pointedly inviting both Bly and Aayla. Doom, hammering in ‘plausible deniability and if not always have a fall guy’ into his group. Wolffe and ‘please stop letting Torrent goad you into fistfights, our Jedi is a council member and we’re making him look bad’, while Plo is off to the side going ‘Did you win, son?’ Ponds having to schedule ‘Why We Can’t Keep The Zilo Beast As A Pet, Yes I Know You Named It George’. Just CC teen parents all across the galaxy.

And the Alphas. They are so vindicated. Neyo worrying that one day Lickit might taste something actually poisonous? Six: >:) Shame.

#my writing #prompts #Anonymous

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the-silentium · 3 years

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Murphy day - Epilogue

Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - The survivor

Pairing: Bad Batch x Reader, Hunter x Reader

Words: 2708 words

Warnings: None.

A/N: This side story became a prologue, so y’all enjoy this lil piece of fluff. If you guys have requests or ideas for some side stories, don’t hesitate to ask!

Taglist: @haloangel391

Fors is an Original planet. I do not give permission to people to use it for their own fics, the planet, the animals, the Nightmares, the lore or anything related to Fors. Thank you.

"Today's the day!" Wrecker exclaimed excitedly, opening the door so quickly that it hit the wall before bouncing back to hit his arm.

Unbothered, he pushed the door back to approach your frightened form on the bed to hit your shoulder playfully.

"Ready to return to the ship, pilot?" He laughed like this was the funniest joke of the universe. Well. In a sense it was.

"I'm discharged?" You asked, hopeful to finally get out of the medbay. Patch and Mylana have been very kind from day one and you were eternally grateful for their support through your healing process. But you were ready to get away from the white walls, bacta smells and occasional nocturnal pain screams down the hallway.

"You are!" He confirmed, placing a pile of neatly folded clothes with your clean boots on the bed beside your folded legs. "Crosshair got you some clothes."

Your eyebrows shot to your hairline, well, what remained of it. To reduce the swelling of your brain they had to shave some of your hair to access the skull so Mylana offered to do a sidecut to save the remaining of your hair and make you a bit more fashionable. You were glad that you accepted, the style definitely suited you and the appreciative look you received from a certain sergeant made you forget what the word 'insecurity' meant. Added to your apparent scar, you looked badass.

"Is there another Crosshair on base? 'Cause I don't think we're talking about the same Cross." You maintained his gaze, bewildered.

Sure, the sniper had warmed up a bit to you. He came to visit, rarely, but still came nonetheless. He didn't talk much but his company was enough. He usually brought you holobooks about ships, from their mechanics to how to fly them.

He'd sometimes talk about some of his flying experience or recall some pranks he and Wrecker pulled on the regs if you sighed from boredom enough times. Oh and he brought you a tiny cup of caf one time. Tiny victories.

But to get you clothes? That you noticed were the right size? You must have done a lot more progress than you thought.

"Yeah. Said the gown would smell bacta." He bent over to sniff near your shoulder. "And he's not wrong."

You rolled your eyes, pushing his shoulder away.

"Fine. Wait outside, I'll change."

With a salute, he exited the room and closed the door slowly this time.

You grabbed the clothes, quickly pulled the socks on, followed by the black cargo pants. You admired in awe the lots and lots of pockets and immediately thought how many things you could put in them. Your own cargo pants didn't even have that many pockets. You swiftly removed the gown, folded it in a ball before throwing it in the basket in the corner of the room, cheering silently when you aimed right at your first attempt. Your arm really got better in the last 2 weeks the cast has been off.

You traced the scars on your inner arm and abdomen, your proofs that you survived hell and came back stronger. With a smile, you pulled on the grey long sleeve shirt Crosshair chose for you. You pulled up the sleeves a bit until they reached just below your elbow and stepped in your boots to hurriedly get out.

"Looking good Y/N!" Wrecker whistled looking you up and down, catching the attention of the nurses office.

"I have to agree with that." Came Mylana's voice, admiration in her eyes as she nodded with a grin.

"It's all thanks to you." You winked at her, passing a hand through your shaved side, carefully avoiding your sensitive scar.

"I dare to think that I did a good job with those stitches. I should have some credits." Patch appeared from around the corner, datapad in hands.

"You did and I can't thank you enough!" You laughed, hugging him when he opened his arms.

"You're welcome. Take care of yourself. No jumping off cliffs again." He chided, letting you go with a pat on your shoulder to join the nurse station.

"I will! And I fell! Big difference!" You countered, earning a scoff with a shake of his head.

"Well, this is goodbye until next time then! Although it would be nice if you weren't injured." Mylana hugged you, her hand softly patting your back.

"I'll be careful mom." You snarked, chuckling. "See ya Lana! Take care!" You jogged to join Wrecker who took a head start.

He walked you through the medbay, walked a long hallway and finally showed you the hangar where you spotted a familiar ship stationed at the far end. You took a deep breath in, letting out a moan at the smell of fresh air, oil and smoke.

"I missed this." You informed Wrecker, arms open wide at your side to feel the breeze stroking your exposed skin.

"I know what you mean." He resumed walking, glancing at you as you followed. "I was in the medbay for a month for that." He reminded you, pointing at his scar on the side of his face.

"I was in there for three." You deadpanned, looking around to take in the clones moving crates around and the mechanics repairing ships.

Before you knew it, you reached the ship where Hunter was waiting down the ramp.

"Looking good." He approved, the smirk deforming his tattoo, the sight of which sent tingles to your fingertips.

You remembered all too well the day Hunter fulfilled the one condition you asked for.

"That's what I said!" Wrecker said, passing you to enter the ship.

"Welcome aboard the Havoc Marauder." Hunter became more serious, his hand presenting you the interior of the vessel.

You followed his lead, taking in all the information he gave you about the ship while creating a mental map of the structure and rooms.

You weren't surprised when he showed you your cot, a small bed pushed against the far wall of a room where two sets of bunks were occupying the side walls. You quickly figured that a ship had very limited spacing and that you would sleep near them all. You weren't a fan of sleeping in your underwear anyway, the lack of clothing making you feel vulnerable.

"Here." Hunter caught back your attention, a well-known knife and tap in his open hands.

You took them back, eager to be your whole self again. Pocketing the tap, you traced the old tree carved in the wood of the knife handle, finding a deep comfort in the movement.

"What does it represent?" He asked, genuinely curious. "The tree."

"It's my family's crest. We've always been close to the jungle." You smiled, remembering the day your dad offered you the knife. "This knife has been passed down for many generations now-"

You frowned at the light bleating sound echoing through the ship. This was unusual.

"What was that?" You asked and when you turned around, Tech and Crosshair were in the doorway. You slipped the knife onto the nearby bed.

"That? Nothing." Tech replied too nonchalantly.

"You took him too?" Your eyes widen as a small green horned Shinehorn poked its head between Crosshair's legs.

Your face broke into a smile as you fell to your knees to receive the excited animal into your arms. You patted his head and scratched its sides, stopping when Tech closed Shiny's mouth when he started to make happy noises.

"He slipped in when we weren't looking. And he's not supposed to be here." He informed you, releasing Shiny slowly to make sure be wouldn't start babbling again.

"Oh. Okay." You stood up. "Are you guys keeping him?"

"Unfortunately, if the GAR finds him he'll be thrown away. So we have to take him back." Tech explained to your disappointment.

"It'll be your first flight. Without pressure, perfect to practice. Tech will be there to help you." Hunter told you, watching closely for your reaction.

"Cool! I feel ready for this." You affirmed, confident. Every day for two months you prepared yourself. You were ready for a first practical test. Your hands shot to your pockets by habit, reminding you of something.

"Crosshair!" You exclaimed to everyone's surprise. You almost laughed at their slightly wide eyes. "Thanks for the clothes! I love them!" You flashed him a toothy grin, bouncing from your toes to your heels.

"You're welcome." He grumbled, moving his signature toothpick in his mouth, snapping his fingers and leaving the room. To your surprise, Shiny followed Crosshair diligently, his tail straight up in the air, alert to Crosshair's commands.

You watched him go and disappear around the corner, eyes wide, mouth slightly open in shock.

"He tamed him!" You yelped, pointing to the empty spot that Shiny occupied only moments ago.

"Yeah. He knows many commands now." Tech took a seat on a bunk, holding your gaze. "Stay, come here, lay down, light up and turn off. "

"Aw it's so sad that we have to take him back there." You pouted, but you knew why it was necessary. Didn't mean you had to like it though.

"It's for his best interest." Tech chipped, standing up to leave the room. "Oh and I brought you some food from the mess. Figured you'd get out of the medbay before they could give you your lunch." He told you in the doorway before going elsewhere when you thanked him for the kind gesture.

"Think you're ready?" Hunter asked from his spot leaning on the opposed bunk.

You smirked. "Doubting me Sergeant?" You asked, mischief sparkling in your eyes.

"No. Simply confirming with you." He cleared, raising an eyebrow at your expression.

"Then I confirm. I'm ready for a test run. I know all those manuals by heart and it's as boring as it sounds." You chuckled.

He pushed himself up before taking a few steps in your direction, only stopping when a single inch separated your chests.

"I bet that those manuals would be much more interesting if you'd read them out loud." He said lowly, eyes darting down to your lips before returning to your eyes, calculating.

"Now, I really doubt that." You rolled your eyes at his silliness. "I'm sure you'd fall asleep without a problem though."

"I'd have nice dreams then." He smirked and you couldn't stop yourself.

Your hand rose to the ink at the corner of his mouth, tracing its length carefully like you did that day he completed his part of the deal. Rising up to his cheekbone and temple, his head moved to the side to feel more of your fingers ghosting his skin before they finally entangled themselves in his locks.

He groaned, eyes closing in contempt like every time, his touch deprivation made him like putty in your hand. After that first day, he soon became your most frequent visitor and the Batcher who knew you the most. In turn, you became the first person outside of his brothers to know him well.

"I sure hope so." You whispered, closing the distance between your lips to take his breath away in a passionate kiss, your lips moving with his in perfect tandem. He followed your rhythm, too entranced by all of you overtaking his senses to be able to take the lead.

His fingertips barely touched your waist that you pulled away, the mischievous glint he distinguished before sparkling stronger.

"I have duty in the cockpit."

You tried to pass by him but he quickly blocked your way with his body.

"My hell of a catch-" He growled, his lips crashing back on yours, this time initiating the dance that you eagerly repeated. "-is a tease." He finished, eyes half close but loaded with desire.

"Only for you, sir." You purred, pecking his lips one last time when he straightened at the title, his breath catching in his throat.

You noted the reaction for later and ducked to the side to grab your knife from the bed and took off to the cockpit where you'd execute your very first attempt at flying a metal can.

On your way you took hold of the food Tech gathered for you and you sat in the pilot seat, checking the board before you with all its buttons, switches and levers while eating. You were happy to find out that you knew the vast majority of their functions.

"These are your credentials." Tech showed you his datapad, where your name appeared on top of the page with numbers and letters just beneath it, forming your personal code.

"How did you get that? I didn't do any studies here and even less enrolled in the army."

"Simple." He started, scrolling down to a particular section of the page. "I hacked the system through an encrypted connexion, created you a new identity within the GAR and gave you all the background needed to be a real pilot." He showed you your supposed diplomas and certifications of countless hours of flying practice that you really didn't have.

"Wow. I'm a genius." You noticed the grades attached to some of your supposed diplomas.

With high distinction, some of them read.

"Well, to be assigned to a team of elite commandos, you kinda need to be." He shrugged like it was pure logic.

"You say that but you got me. The freak who never flew before and lived on a planet where we still used bows to hunt." You stated flatly, pointing to yourself.

He met your eyes, blinking a few times behind his glasses to process what has been said and maybe find how to answer correctly.

"Can I take back what I said?" He asked, starting to feel the hot water he just put himself in.

"So you think I'm stupid?"

"What?!"

"If you take back the fact that I'm supposed to be a genius to be able to work with you, then you think that I'm stupid." You pointed out for him, enjoying how a rosy tint invaded his cheeks.

"N-no! Not at all!" He stammered, clearly panicking over his own words.

"Relax Tech, I'm kiddin'." You laughed, almost dropping your food.

"What's going on here?" Hunter asked, suddenly entering with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Tech called me stupid." You pushed him under the bus before taking a bite of your lunch.

"No I didn't!" He defended himself, the high octave of his voice almost made you choke on the food.

"Tech, don't insult our pilot." He reprimanded jokingly before leaving.

He slowly turned to you, the residual pink on his skin vanishing by the seconds, his half-closed eyes burned holes through your skull.

"I'm not helping you fly this ship." He grumbled, insulted.

"I'll do my best!" You affirmed before lifting a hand to your chin in thought and pointing to a random button. "That's the hyperdrive, right?" You faked innocence.

Tech blanched a bit, eyes widening all the while shaking his head in mild crisis. "You're not flying this ship!"

You shot your hands in the air in defense, chuckling at his expression. "Okay I'm done shitting you! Promise!"

Then you proceeded to name and explain the function of each button, each switch and each lever. He approved, sometimes adding stuff you couldn't learn in books and soon you were ready to depart.

"No more jokes." He glared before patting your shoulder and left the room to tell the others that you would soon initiate the take-off sequence.

You contemplated the hangar from your venture point, munching on some dry bread when you realized that you've felt more alive when you were stuck in a medbay bed for two months than you've ever felt in your life in the village.

The reckless gesture of leaving your house on Murphy day was stupid but it bring you so much more than you first anticipated. Instead of having a single day where you weren't stared at with distrust or even disgust, you found companionship, kindness, people who'd gladly talk to you instead of whispering among themselves behind your back.

Relief tears welled up in your eyes when you became aware that the heaviness weighing you down daily was gone. You were happy.

You found your home.

#bad batch x reader #hunter x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #crosshair x reader #star wars #clone wars #clone force 99 #murphy day

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jgvfhl · 4 years

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An Awkward Bly One Shot

The war had officially been over for a couple months now, and, while there were still small conflicts around the galaxy to put down the last of the Separatist resistance, for the most part, it was oddly peaceful. Odd to the clones, anyway. The Senate was still a mess after the reveal of Chancellor Palpatine’s true nature, but luckily, Bly wasn’t a senator, and he was more than happy to act as a makeshift security detail for General Secura while the Jedi Council went through much the same process of sorting through the mess they’d been left with. Until the entire Coruscant Guard had been through surgery to remove those kriffing inhibitor chips, the Jedi weren’t taking any risks. The generals had sent their commanders for treatment almost immediately after the discovery, so she was safe with him.

Still, that didn’t change the whole “she’s a Jedi” thing. Jedi weren’t supposed to have attachments, and they both knew that, of course. But ever since the scare with the chips, Bly had been loathe to leave her side, and as long as they kept up the appearance of security, she assured him he wouldn’t have to.

The Jedi had arranged places for the commanders to stay within the temple, which had led to some awkward exchanges between batchmates who hadn’t spoken to each other in months or even years. Thankfully, Cody and Wolffe were nowhere near each other, or the others might have had to stage an intervention. However, being across the temple from her was too far for Bly’s comfort, and of course she had noticed, because she noticed everything.

So that was how he had ended up here, gently prying strong blue arms from around his bare torso so he could dress and leave in time to dissuade suspicion.

Aayla’s brows scrunched together and she gave a quiet hum, still half asleep, but aware he was leaving. He tore his eyes off her to glance at the clock on the bedside table. Oh kriff, how--how was it that late?

Quickly, he pressed his lips to her forehead and whispered, “I’m late; I’ll see you soon.” He received a mumble and a small smile in return.

Within two minutes, Bly stuck his head out from the doorway of Aayla’s room, checking to see if anyone was around yet. Luckily, no one was, and he slipped out silently, letting the door slide close and lock behind him. Careful to keep quiet and calm so as not to draw attention to himself, he followed a path back to the commanders’ rooms that avoided main thoroughfares and meeting places. Aayla had shown several to him, to keep him out of trouble.

He was approaching a T-intersection, and he slowed his pace, listening intently for approaching footsteps. Bly was an unfortunately bad liar, so he preferred to have some warning in case he needed to make something up on the spot. However, he heard nothing, so he continued, turning left at the corner.

Of course, the one thing he wouldn’t have heard was another ARC trooper silently listening from the other corridor, which was why colliding with a clone was such a surprise.

Bly stumbled back, adrenaline rushing his system in a heartbeat. He looked up at the man he’d encountered, and his heart stopped. He froze where he stood, already feeling his face turning an embarrassing shade of red.

It was Cody.

Of all his batchmates, it had to be Cody.

For what felt like a small eternity, neither of them spoke, staring in barely-concealed shock at the other. Bly could feel his heart pounding in his chest, because it was one thing to get caught by a Jedi and have to explain why he was sneaking around the temple this early in the morning, but it was quite another to find Cody, who had no doubt heard plenty of rumors about Bly and his general throughout the war and who would not let him live this down. Ever.

On top of that, Bly was very aware that in his haste to leave Aayla’s room, he hadn’t exactly taken the time to perfect his attire. His shirt wasn’t buttoned all the way up--something he never had to deal with wearing blacks, dammit--and he’d only bothered to tuck in the front, and it in no way looked purposeful. Any soldier of his station wouldn’t be caught dead looking like this. And Cody knew that.

In the third second of staring at each other, Bly finally bothered to look at Cody, seeing past his own panic at being caught. He narrowed his eyes slightly. Cody kept a tight ship--as did all the commanders--yet his appearance was showing more and more similarities to Bly’s by the second. His shirt, while it had no buttons to leave undone, was tucked haphazardly into his pants, which were likewise tucked haphazardly into his boots, like he had dressed in a hurry. So far, few clones were as quick changing in and out of civvies as they were with blacks and armor. However, as if to make up for the lack of buttons on the shirt, the vest he had become strangely fond of over the past few weeks was only buttoned in two places, and mismatched places at that.

They still stared.

Finally, Cody moved, using ARC sign to silently communicate. Cody made loose fists and traced two circles over his cheeks. “Bly.”

Bly hated the name sign his batchmates had given him. He couldn’t change it, of course, but it still made him bristle. It was a jab at how easily he blushed. Bly signed back, making two fists, laying the left palm up, the right facing his body, and striking his wrists together. “Cody.”

After another tense few seconds, Cody asked, “How’s General Secura?”

Bly felt his face somehow get redder. “Fine, how’s General Kenobi?” he replied, his hands moving rapidly. He wasn’t the only subject of rumors flying around the GAR. He watched Cody tense when he recognized his general’s name sign. Gotcha.

Another beat of silence went by before Cody signed, “Asleep.”

They held each other’s gaze for a few seconds longer. At length, Bly offered, “Keep this classified?” He knew Cody probably shared the desire to keep his Jedi out of trouble for having “attachments” to--well, anyone.

Cody nodded. “Affirmative.”

Cautiously, they sidestepped each other, switching places in the hall so they could each continue on their way. Eye contact didn’t break between them until they were backing away from each other down respective corridors. When Bly finally turned his back on Cody, he let out a quiet sigh of relief. In his years serving the Republic on the frontlines and nearly dying every other week, he could safely say battle wasn’t nearly as awful as that exchange had just been. Maybe because he’d been trained for battle. How to Keep Calm When Your Batchmate Discovers Your Relationship with Your Jedi General wasn’t exactly in any reg manual.

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