Last OC Sunday of the year…and I end it with my two main clone OCs from Far Past the Ring.
I find it fitting: I got into clones and Star Wars last January, and I’m ending the year with finally displaying my own!
Meet Druid (left) and Metric (right) of Islander Squad from the 41st Elite Corps, under Commander Gree and General Yoda. They served almost exclusively on Kashyyyk.
Druid, the squad commander, earned his name by not only being able to work with the forest dwelling Wookiees, but master all of their languages. He is an encryption expert as a result.
Metric, meanwhile, was the medic for their unit on Kashyyyk. He was also talented in community relations, earning the trust and friendship of the many Wookiee tribes they allied with. His love of math and organization gave him his name.
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WIP Wednesday
Snippet from Chapter 5 of Way of the Mynok
Her two clone coworkers were waiting by the ramp when she returned to Ansion. Cooker just gave her a nod but Fireball was looking her up and down nervously.
“Good, you’re okay.” Fireball fretted.
“I told you I was.” Barriss answered. “Even if I wasn’t, I’m a healer. I can take care of myself.”
Cooker grinned. “Fireball was upset that you were off comms for over twelve hours.”
He nodded. “I almost called in an extraction team!”
Barriss smiled. “Gentlemen! I was just taking some time to myself. I’ve been at this for years, haven’t I earned a little rest and relaxation leave?”
The two clones looked at each other and burst out laughing.
“What? What is it?”
Cooker wiped at the corner of one eye. “Nothing, ma’am. It’s just that in all our time with you we’ve never known you to take more than an hour of R&R at a time. I’m glad you turned over a new leaf.”
“Blessed karking be, it’s about time you relaxed. Just let us know ahead of time, ma’am.” Fireball added.
Barriss handed Fireball the briefcase-sized hard drive of data Chiran gave her.
“Here, take this and have it duplicated and sent via couriers to our top analysts. I spent the trip over skimming it and this will keep us busy for years.”
Cooker grinned. “It’s that good, eh? We hit the jackpot?”
“A full Idiot’s Array. Plus, the asset will be highly valuable due to Lothal’s doonium mining. In fact, I want to be her exclusive handler. I’ll take over the portfolio for the whole sector. I may have to make frequent visits to Lothal, we need to amend the long-term itinerary.”
“Yes, ma’am. Speaking of the itinerary, there’s a new addition. The rents want you to report back to Alderaan.”
She turned to Cooker as they made their way over to her office. “For a debrief?”
“No, ma’am. For dinner. They want your measurements.”
She squinted. “My measurements?”
“They apparently have a dress they want you to wear. It’s a formal dinner.”
“The ruling class are strange creatures. I’ll send a holo now.”
Cooker shook his head. “No, ma’am.”
“No?”
“We’ve got to do that thing first. Watcher business.”
She sighed. “Cooker, I’m doing fine!”
He closed the door and the blinds. “Have a seat.”
She did as commanded but rolled her eyes. Cooker took a seat in front of her, so close their knees nearly touched.
“Now how are you really? It’s been about a month, you know I have to check in.”
“I’m fine Cooker. Trust me.”
“How do you feel right now?”
“Relaxed. Excited that we’re making headway. Relieved.”
He nodded. “You didn’t get any bad news this trip?”
Her smile fell slightly. “Actually, I did.”
“What happened?”
She sniffed and looked down at her hands. “Remember the second time Ahsoka and I met? On Dalna? When she explained her plan and we left on good terms?”
“Yeah.”
“I found out, from an eyewitness, that she left the teahouse and went straight to murder an elderly Jedi Master.”
Cooker tilted his head. “Oh! I’m sorry. How does that make you feel?”
“How do you think it makes me feel? She asked me to hug her. Then she murdered someone. Intellectually I knew if she was to go undercover in the Inquisitorius she would have to pretend to hunt and kill Jedi.” She closed her eyes and attempted to channel a bit of serenity. “But to know she left me, the moment she refused to run away with me. So that we could live together and free. And that very night she made Order 66 a little more complete. It is a lot to take in.”
Cooker nodded. “I can see that. How does it change your future with her?”
“I don’t know, Cook. I’ll have to meditate on it. Goddesses grant me patience and discernment, I suppose.”
“Anything else you can share that upset or surprised you?”
She nodded. “Yes, but you don’t want to hear it. I assure you.”
“Bar, watcher’s orders. Cough it up.”
Barriss sighed. “I can’t believe I waited until now to have sex because I wanted my first time to be with Tano. I wasted my entire late teens! I’ve been a legal adult for years now and I could have been with someone making my toes curl on a regular basis! But I forgo that for her, for no reason! And then not even have my first time be with her. It made me angry with myself and my judgement.”
“Okay, yeah. You’re right. I didn’t necessarily need to know. But good for you. And sorry for your loss.”
She smiled and squeezed her shoulder. “Thanks for listening and being insistent.”
“That’s my job, ma’am. Now, measurements.”
“Right.” She rose and went to her desk. “How did Mossy’s men fare in their first mission?”
“Oh, they were amazing, Barriss. Fought like beings of myth. I was worried since they used to be CIS mercenaries that they’d be sloppy. But they’re good soldiers one and all!”
“They’re not mercs, Cooker. They’re freedom fighters.”
“Weird the first mission we could give them was just liberating a bunch of karking academics.”
Barriss turned to him, suddenly serious. “Why do you think rescuing them wasn’t important?”
“I don’t know, Bar. One of them was a poet! Does the rebellion need poets?”
“That was a group of professors, scientists, and other academics who publicly denounced the Emperor. Every scientist and engineer we rescue is one not pressed into their service making weapons. And we do need poets, artists, novelists, and dreamers. One of the most perfidious things the Empire is doing is narrowing the intellectual possibilities it feels citizens can experience. So, they can no longer imagine a world without the Empire playing an active role. They are seeking to hammer reality to their ideal. All those beings were important, Cooker. They all were a perfect use of Mossy’s time and skill.”
“Sir, yessir.”
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