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freesia-writes · 11 months

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The Hero We Never Knew We Needed: A Tribute to Bop

GIF thanks to @skybson

Word Count: 484

Minutes Spent Laughing While Writing: 19

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The Clone Wars were a grim time, a galaxy torn apart by opposing ideologies and forceful rulers who sought to unite everyone under their own structure. Clones were created by the millions, raised at twice the speed of a normal life and thrown onto the battlefield as soon as they were able. Battalions would go forth, brother after brother falling under the relentless forces of the Separatists. Replacements were shipped in daily, as though one man could just as easily replace another, as though their entire lives were for one singular, dismal purpose. The heavy weight of conflict crushed the freedom and enthusiasm of the previously free systems, and what little joy there was to be found was fleeting, often followed by despair, death, and defeat. Wave after wave, soul after soul -- some would argue that those who survived had a harder time, somehow spared from the sweet release of death and instead forced to repeat their worst nightmare every day.

And then there was Bop.

A brave and fearless soldier on the battlefield, Bop would mow down droid after droid, dual-wielding his blasters and charging forth alongside his brothers with a fierce battle cry no matter how grisly the odds were. He was unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with. He fought hard.

And he played harder.

See, Bop knew how to live. His scarce time off was spent at 79s, where he could be found dancing the night away, a euphoric grin plastered across his face. His joy was infectious, and he didn’t care how many or few were on the dance floor -- he was there to start (and finish) the festivities. There were droids assigned to contribute to the jovial atmosphere, moving in their jerky rhythms to entice others to join, but they had nothing on Bop. He was CT-1999, because that was how he partied***.

He was such a battlefield hero that he was promoted to officer, assigned to a Venator-class Star Destroyer and placed over the ship's weapons systems. He traded in his plastoid armor for a slick uniform with gloves, a belt, and a gray cap, and proudly wore his rank insignia plaque on his chest. Insightful and quick on his feet, Bop was a legend. Droids feared him, fellow clones respected him, and creatures of all species yearned to be the one he would take home at night.

But Bop had only one mission. He did his job with precision and excellence, and when he was finally released to enjoy the temporary illusion of autonomy, he sought out his place of zen. His sanctuary. His place to both rejuvenate himself and restore hope and wonder to the galaxy through the delight of dance. The neon lights of 79s would illuminate every angle of his jive, painting the dance floor with his unbridled groovy enthusiasm.

Bop would die one day, whether by age or by artillery, as we all must fall. But today was not that day.

***(this line was a comment from @nika6q and was so good I had to add it)

@doublesunsets @rosechi @501st-rexster @meshlaxbunny @anxiouspineapple99 @softsunburstlove @starrylothcat @the-bad-batch-baroness @thecoffeelorian 😂😘

#clone wars #clones #clone fics #clone wars fanfiction #the clone wars #79s clone bar #79s #clone wars Drabble #star wars drabble #clone wars headcanon #star wars headcanons

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curlygirlybitchachos · 11 months

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Clone reader

*Cody and Rex in 79s*

Cody: I will never understand how you are still make your men function under Skywalker's care.

Rex: well, Fives and Hardcase are the problem children. They spend too much time with the General. But the shinies are easy to please.

Cody: what do you mean by that?

Rex: like, look at Y/n. He is like a raccoon. Give him food, let him sleep, let him explore the trash on Coruscant then he is the most efficient man in the galaxy.

Cody: wait, what trash..?

*Y/n slamming the door open, covered in trash, holding a feral tooka*

Y/n: Captain, Captain! Can I keep it?!

Rex: of course Y/n, go show it to the General.

Cody: your men are insane...

Rex, proudly: yes they are.

#star wars #clone wars #star wars incorrect quotes #clone wars incorrect quotes #commander cody #captain rex #clone reader #clone trooper fives #clone trooper hardcase #planet: coruscant #anakin skywalker #79s clone bar

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dystopicjumpsuit · 11 months

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I love it when Star Wars is neon.

#star wars is a shiny dystopia #everyone has a drinking problem #star wars #andor series #kenobi series #star wars the clone wars #attack of the clones #the bad batch #79s clone bar #coruscant #daiyu

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incorrectclonewarsquotes · 1 year

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Quinlan Vos: Wanna go have drinks?

Fox: Sure, but I pick the bar

Quinlan Vos: What’s wrong with the bars I pick?

Fox: We were at 79s at two in the morning watching two drug dealers knife-fight each other in the parking lot.

Quinlan Vos: I provided drinks and a show so happened to show up! What’s wrong with that?

Fox: Everything.

#the clone wars #the clone army #incorrect quotes #the clone boys #idiots in love #quinlan vos #fox x quinlan #commander fox #corrie guard #coruscant guard #79s clone bar

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eclec-tech · 2 months

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Ever wonder about the name?

It's a clone bar. Its name is a number. So was there a clone named 79? Was it perhaps a clone unit since there's no apostrophe? The 79s?

Forget the mysteries of the universe. I need to know about this name!

#i would love to know #79s #79s clone bar #the clone wars #the bad batch #coruscant

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phant0msworld · 29 days

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Hello :)

This is my second short Story

English is not my first language

Minors do not interact

Infuriating

He hates to be nervous around you,and you exploit it for your own fun.

He acts like he hates how you flirt with him,and how you tease him,but he loves it secretly.

But you think it’s funny,always coming up with a new way to annoy him.

But then there’s this glimmer in your eyes when you see him getting annoyed,he’s see the way you glance at him from time to.

When he looks back with a raised brow and the toothpick in his mouth, he sees how quickly your head is turning and how the tip of your ears turn slightly red.

He won’t deny Thant he is attracted,to you quite the opposite.

His attraction started the first time you met.

He meet you on a mission they were one with the 501st, as the doctor of the battalion you were introduced to him and his brothers.

He found it quite endearing on how bubbly you were, and how everyone seems to like you.

Getting hurt on said mission was not on his plan,but he didn’t complain after getting in your care.

As he sat on your examining bead, and you were on your chair looking up at him with your big doe eyes to patch his face up,he couldn’t help his thoughts wandere.

First his attraction was only physical, but it soon started to turn into more than that after you were send on a few missions with them.Soon you were placed permanently with the squad.

At the start you were rather shy, but after some time you warmed up to them.

He could see that you always had a sly answer to his sarcastic remarks, wich only attracted him more to you.

He could feel himself falling for you,trying to ignore these feelings at first didn’t work, and when you protected him from an animal with all your power cause he was hurt. He was a goner for sure, he needed you not only your body but also your heart,your soul and your mind.

So now here were the two of you,both having feelings for one another but nobody ever saying it out loud, afraid of losing your friendship you build over weeks.

“How about we go to 79’s we’re on leave and I think having a little fun is no harm.”says Hunter and he sees how your eyes light up.

“That would be great,Hunter maybe some of the troopers from 501st are there.”

He rolls his eyes as he hears you mention your old teammates.

“What’s the problem Crossy, afraid some “rag” will steal e from you.”

The way you say this makes him, angry if he could he would shut you up right now right there.

“Why would I care who you kriff,non of my business, it’s not like you’re a virgin,but if you do it with a reg at least get a commander.”

He says this while looking at you from the side, he saw how your eyes widened, and how your ears turned a bit red as he mentioned kriffing.

You look away a bit ashamed, no it couldn’t be he thinks.

Surly you aren’t a virgin, you’re kriffing gorgeous.

He can feel himself getting turned on about the thought of being your first.

You say nothing after that for a long time and that is the only answer he needs on his question.

“Guys, you can go with out me, I will meet you there. But I will have to got to my apartment first,I hope this isn’t a problem.I can’t be in a bar looking like this.”

You say this while moving your hand to symbolize the dirt on you.

He know you don’t like showering on the ship, you only do it when necessary,and before you go in you inform everyone personally that you’re now taking a shower.

“Yeah no problem (reader) we will just meet there.” Says Hunter with a warm smile to you, does he also likes you he thinks to himself, while looking between the two of you.

Waiting for you was an agonizing,he still was one his first drink of the night and siting by the table he and his brothers were occupying.

Wrecker challenged some new regs to a drinking game, tech was on his datapad and Hunter sat beside him looking in to the crowd while sipping on his second drink.

As he looked at the door he could see you entering, you were wearing a short black dress wich only went to the mid of your thighs .

Your hair was down and curled, on sour feet were dark red heels, and on your ears were little silver hoops wich were complimented with the silver necklace and silver bracelet.

He was so lost in you that he didn’t register that you were coming in his direction, well not his precisely but rather the direction of his brothers and him.

But before you could reach them a clone approached you,the reg was directly in his sight of you.You looked behind the reg and pointed at them, he could read your pretty lips wich were telling the reg that you with you’re squad here.

Watching as your pretty legs finally made their way to him, he couldn’t help but wonder what might be lying underneath that dress of yours.

`Hi guys, sorry I’m a bit late.`you said while taking a strand of hair behind your ear wich fell in your face. This motion alone was able to making him want to kiss you.

`no worry’s (reader),got get yourself a drink, before wrecker decides he wants to out drink you too.`said hunter.

Watching as you make your way to the bar, he had perfect view of your backside,he certainly couldn’t complain about what he saw.Crossahir knew you had a good figure but that little dress you were wearing makes it more obvious.

His eyes were constantly on you, he could see a reg approaching you again, he taped you on your shoulder, when you turned around he saw how your face instantly turns into one of your beautiful smiles.

But what ticked Crosshair of, was how you pulled the reg into a hug, again you pointed at them and the reg turned around.

But it wasn’t just any reg, it was Rex.

He felt a bit better now but seeing how his arm was around your waist and how he held your dring for you, bothered him nonetheless.

Making your way over with Rex was something wich also catches attention of his brothers, he flicked his toothpick from one to the other side in his mother’s when you and Rex arrived.

`hey guys its been a while, how are you all doing.`Rex asks while sitting down with you at their table.

Everyone gives their answer, Rex and hunter fall into a bit of small talk.

Sitting beside you, crosshair notices that you dress has been rising up, a bit more and he could see what you were wearing beneath.

This thought alone made him choke a bit on his drink,with now the attention on him, you quickly reacted and were knocking on his back with you hand to help him.

Since he was hunched over, and you were bent over him a bit, he was able to have a little look down your neckline.

You were wearing black, that much he could see maybe a matching set, oh what he would give to see you underneath him in your underwear.

After his coughing had stoped and you were finished with your drink, Rex asked if you would like to dance a bit.

Of course you had to say yes.

It was infuriating to see you dance with another man, when he should be the one to do so.

`you know if it bothers you so much, why don’t you just take over.` says hunter while looking at him.

` I don’t know what you mean.`Crosshair answers with an annoyed look.

`oh don’t give me that look i know Thant you like her, infact we all know.

Oh and i know that she also likes you believe me.`

` Ok maybe i like her a bit, but she would never have something serious with a clone let alone something with a clone like me.` he said while looking longingly at your dancing form.

`I heard her,one night while she was you know what doing, she said you name just to let you know.`said hunter while looking at him with suggestive eyes.

When he heard that he could feel himself Harding, taking a deep breath he stood up and made his way over to you.

`from here on I will Handel her.`Crosshair said this while never breaking eye contact with you and ignoring Rex.

Without saying a word Rex made its way to the squad and watched from a far.

`Handel me huh, I don’t think you could.`he could see the glimmer in your eyes while looking in his eyes.

`No doll I don’t think you could handle me,` no leaning down to whisper in your ear he says,`I know your a virgin, i saw the way you reacted,and I also know that you said my name while touching yourself.`

He could feel yo tense up, now he was the one wearing a smirk,your big round eyes were looking at him with a mixture of schock and embarrassment.

You wanted to go, escape the humiliation, but he got hold of your arm.

He press you against him, so that you were captured in his arms.

`no need to run doll,I don’t mind quiet the opposite.I thought of you too, I must admit at first it was only because your pretty women. But after a while it turned into something more.I didn’t want to admit it a first but it was undeniably,i have feelings for you.And I don’t judge you if you don’t want to be with me, but you can’t deny that there is something between us.So please don’t go cause i need you, not only your body,but your heart and soul to, you already have mine.`

You turned around in his arm and looked at him with big eyes, it happened so quickly he didn’t register it at first.But you kissed him, it felt heavenly.

Soft lips met rough lips

I hope you liked this story, I would appreciate feedback and I’m also thinking about writing a second part if you are interested let me know.

You can read the second part here: Captured in your lips

#tbb x reader #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb #star wars #tbb crosshair x reader #captain rex #tbb wrecker #79s clone bar #tbb tech

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phantom-of-the-keurig · 7 months

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POV: you step outside of 79s to get some air but accidentally startle the trooper in the alley trippin on space mushrooms and death stick dust and he takes off like a feral cat on crack

#someone call the guard #and whoever is the commander of this trooper #79s clone bar #clone troopers #clone culture

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arcsimper5 · 1 month

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Hi there, may I please request a scenario where Cody gets extremely distracted by an attractive, curvy/thick woman with large breasts, dressed in a beautiful, yellow-gold dress with a DEEP plunging neckline and it's not just her body that's distracting him; it was everything from her lips, her smile, to her eyes, her skin and her hair. His Vods want just want to drink the night away, but he ditches them in favor of getting to know her. They end up chatting/flirting; his attraction for her only grows the more he makes her smile and flirt back. Up to you whether you wanna make it get steamy or not; thank you either way.🌼

Hello my lovely anon!

Thank you for the request, I thought this through quite a bit, and have decided this will be a two-parter :P

Please enjoy part one below. Part two will be coming soon, and there will be spice included ;)

Title: Knowing - Part 1 Pairing: Cody x F!OC (not named, AFAB, very vague description) Warnings: Language, people being a-holes to Clones, minor physical violence.

Cody wasn’t sure he had a type until that night.

Just another shore leave that had rolled around after what felt like an eternity. With Obi-Wan attending the Jedi Council and all the flimsiwork that had been thrown his way done, it was a truly rare occasion when he could meet up with his brothers, his batchmates and friends, and let loose. Just a little.

He was still a Marshall Commander after all, something that was abundantly clear as he entered 79’s still in his armour, sans helmet (though it remained clipped to his belt). The moment he was noticed, the noise dimmed somewhat, though only for a few minutes.

By the time he’d made it to the bar and ordered a drink, the frivolities were back in full swing, the energy surging through everyone, clones and natborns alike, setting the scene for a night of excess.

And Cody couldn’t deny, he could do with a chance to let loose.

The last few campaigns had been too close for comfort. Too many brothers lost to the fighting, too many odds stacked against them. Every time they went on deployment, it hit him harder; one day, he wasn’t going to return.

There would be no more 79’s, no more shore leave, no more taking risks and breaking rules for the chance of a sliver of happiness.

Mumbling his order to the service droid behind the bar, he was so lost in his maelstrom of thoughts when he finally received his drink that his senses failed him, awareness lost to the self imposed despair running rampant in his mind, and he completely failed to notice the civvy stood behind him until it was too late.

He turned sharply, colliding with the figure, who let out a surprised yelp, the shock sending him reeling backwards for a moment before he found his balance once more.

“I am so sorry,” he began, shaking his head to bring himself back into the moment. The crowd around him and his victim had parted, giggles and gasps barely audible over the music. Taking a deep breath, Cody looked up, meeting the eyes of the stranger he’d just bumped into, ready to apologise once more.

And then his brain stopped working.

Stood in front of him, the smooth, tanned skin of her chest dripping with the cheap beer he’d ordered, was the most beautiful woman Cody had ever laid eyes on.

She was tall, a few inches on him even, though he suspected the glittery heels she was sporting aided that, draped in a figure hugging gold and white dress that accentuated her curves, her body full and thick in a way that made his mouth water.

The dress was sleeveless, the neckline of the delicate material plunging sharply over her cleavage, exposing the swells of her breasts just enough so as not to allow for any accidental slips.

It was her chest that Cody found himself staring at suddenly, watching rivulets of the golden liquid he’d just picked up seeping downwards, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.

“I…” he began, lifting his gaze up to meet a pair of intense, wide eyes, desperately trying to find the words to apologise to this beautiful creature. But any sentiment he might have expressed was cut off suddenly by a shove, the woman pushed to one side by another, shorter and thinner person, another human, though this one had a snarl on her face and narrowed eyes.

“Stupid kriffing clone,” she spat, glaring at Cody as he tried to gather himself. He stumbled a little, his back colliding with the bar, “why don’t you watch where you’re going, huh?”

“Sariah, it was an accident!”

The woman he’d spilt his drink on grabbed the other’s arm, attempting to pull her away. But this Sariah was having none of it.

“Probably did it on purpose,” she snarled, jabbing a finger against Cody’s chestpiece, “they’re all like that. Soak you, follow you to the bathroom and get you alone. Then…”

“Sariah!”

The woman seemed displeased with her friend’s behaviour, grabbing her harder and pulling her away from Cody, her own gaze narrowed.

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Sariah huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, “you can’t trust these meat droids. They only want one thing, other than killing, that is.”

“That’s enough!”

The woman’s shout echoed over the music, an authoritative tone to it that had Cody feeling very warm all of a sudden. The swell of noise in the club dipped once more, as it had done when he arrived, attention turning to the woman.

“I’ve just about had it with all the shit you come out with!” the woman growled at Sariah, who stared at her in disbelief, “I told you before we left, any of this crap from you and we were done. You don’t know what it’s like out there. This was supposed to change your views, to show you how amazing these guys are.”

“I’m not fucking a meat droid,” Sariah sneered, the expression completely wiped from her face as the woman raised one perfectly manicured hand and slapped her across the face, sending her stumbling backwards.

“Don’t fucking call them that!”

SIlence descended over the club as everyone waited for Sariah to react, her own hand coming up to clutch at her face where she’d been hit. She looked equal amounts furious and scared as the woman Cody had bumped into towered over her, her shoulders squared, making her look even bigger than she had before.

“You… Fuck you!” Sariah finally whimpered, tears gathering in her eyes, “Enjoy getting assaulted by these… things. And lose my comm. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” the woman spat, turning her back on Sariah as she moved easily through the crowd, clones and natborns alike parting to make a clear line to the door.

Another moment of silence followed, the doors to 79’s slamming shut seconds before the crowd turned back to the woman, watching and waiting.

Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile to her face, looking around awkwardly.

“Well?” she asked to no-one inparticular, her voice echoing around in the tense silence, “Is this a club or a morgue?”

A cacophony of cheers erupted, the music swinging back into life, bodies moving and bustling and gyrating again in moments. Breathing a sigh of relief, she finally turned back to Cody, meeting his gaze and giving him a weak smile.

“Uh, sorry…” “Sorry…”

They both spoke at the same time, eyes widening for a moment before they both let out a laugh, shaking their heads at each other.

“I’m Cody,” he offered softly, offering her a hand, “and I am sorry for spilling my drink on you.”

“No harm done,” the woman smiled warmly, “nothing that I can’t dry off.” She motioned to the droid behind the bar, a roll of disposable wipes presented to her within moments.

Diligently cleaning her chest, she quickly disposed of the roll and the soiled pieces on the bar, the droid removing them and bringing her a cocktail over, nodding when she murmured something else to it.

“I’m, uh, sorry about your friend, too,” he winced, noting how she didn’t even flinch, simply shrugging.

“Not a loss,” she admitted, “we only met a few weeks ago. She’s my friend’s sister, thought I’d show her around Coruscant, seeing as she’s new here. Couldn’t give a kriff about anyone with views like that.”

Cody’s face warmed as he recalled her anger at them being referred to as ‘meat-droids’. It wasn’t uncommon, but having someone, let alone a natborn defend them? That definitely was.

“I, uh, didn’t catch your name,” Cody smiled awkwardly as she turned back, her cocktail and another beer in hand. His eyes widened a little more as she pressed the beer into his hand, catching him off guard.

“I owed you one,” she winked, “and I didn’t give it.”

“Oh,” he murmured numbly, blinking a few times. Suddenly he didn’t feel like a Marshall Commander. He felt like a shiny, fresh and new, unsure how to navigate this situation, “I… uh…”

“Call me ‘My Lady’,” she purred, leaning forward to practically whisper in his ear, sending a shudder through him, “if you like. We’ll see if you get to earn my name, pretty boy.”

“P-Pretty… What?” he stammered, eliciting a giggle from her plump lips.

Maker, it had gotten hot all of a sudden, his armour feeling too tight all over, particularly underneath his codpiece.

“Want to grab a table?”

It was barely a suggestion as she looped her arm through his, guiding him towards one of the booths in the back. He offered no resistance, trying to get to grips with the situation.

‘Come on, Cody, you’re better than this! She’s gorgeous, she’s kriffing beautiful! Stop making a fool of yourself.’

“I… I’m a Marshall Commander,” he blurted out as they reached the booth, slipping inside the secluded area. It became all the more intimate as she pulled the curtain across, giving them more privacy from the surging movement of the dancefloor.

“That so?” she hummed in amusement, watching as Cody flushed bright red, oblivious to the way he cursed himself internally.

“Uh, yeah. 212th.”

“Oh, General Kenobi,” she nodded sagely, still grinning a little, “good man. Little uptight for my liking, but a fantastic strategist.”

“You… know him?” Cody asked a little too loudly, taken aback. The woman simply nodded, sipping at her cocktail before placing it back onto the table between them.

“I know all of the Jedi. Being a GAR liaison has its advantages.”

Oh kriff. Kriff, kriff, kriff.

A GAR liaison officer, one of the most senior natborn ranks there was. This woman, this stunning, beautiful woman, had to be a Commander at least, his equal, or maybe even higher ranking.

“I… uh…”

“Hey…”

Her voice softened as she leant over the table, reaching to take his hand in hers. He watched, dumbfounded as she stroked her delicate fingers over the back of his gloved hand, cursing the layers that separated him from feeling her skin on his.

“I know what you’re thinking. This isn’t a trick or a trap. Some people in the GAR might not see you as human, but I do. I know the fraternisation rules, and I don’t care. We all need to let loose sometimes.”

Cody, once again, felt far out of his depth, unsure what to say in response, simply staring at her hand as it drew lazy patterns into his glove, this throat bobbing as he swallowed hard again, processing her words.

“If you want me to leave you be, to disappear and forget this ever happened,” she offered slowly, “I can and will. I don’t want you to feel like you have to spend any time with me. But I have to say, Cody…” He shivered at the way she practically purred his name, “I’ve heard quite a bit about you, and would be interested in getting to know you… maybe seeing where it goes from there…”

Looking up at her in amazement, Cody could only nod, slowly turning his hand over and lacing his fingers with hers. He was still nervous, hells, his heart was practically beating out of his chest, but there was something in her gaze that kept him rooted to the spot, a softness to her gaze as she looked him over.

As her lips turned up into a brilliant smile, his heart fluttered.

This was bad… Or was it?

Please comment and reblog! It helps my writing no end and is very appreciated!

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