#ARF helmets

[anstarwar]

ARF helmets are utterly boopable

Waxer and Boil agree *nods*

#silly #boop the snoot #ARF helmets #improper use of scouting equipment #my art #waxer and boil #the clone wars #boop #clone trooper waxer #clone trooper boil

[incorrectbatfam]

Who would get snapped by Thanos?

(also on Ao3)

Of all places, he was buying fucking cigarettes when it happened.

Jason was digging through his wallet when the woman behind him suddenly screamed. He whirled around and—

Hang on, didn't she have a kid with her? He could've sworn there was a toddler whining about candy just now. But when he looked, his eyes were met with a pile of dust and the lady staring at her hand, face pale.

Behind her were a group of teenagers. The shortest one—couldn't have been more than 14—turned to the others and said, "Guys, something's wrong." But before anyone could react, his skin cracked and he crumbled to pieces, leaving his friends scrambling.

The cashier dialed the police. Someone demanded to know what was going on. Without his helmet or guns, it wasn't as though Jason could say he got this all taken care of. Cigarettes forgotten, he slipped away from the crowd and called Bruce.

No answer. So he tried again, and on the third time he left an expletive-filled voicemail before hopping on his bike.

He zipped past the changing signals and swerved around the three-car pileup forming as he tried Dick's number. But all he got was that godawful singsong voicemail that Dick recorded years back.

That was two down already.

No.

No, he wasn't gonna think like that. Those two knuckleheads were fine. Hell, with a family of detectives, they were probably cracking the case as Jason broke a red light.

He picked another number.

It clicked.

"Roy, are you—"

"Jason." Roy's ragged breathing almost made his words unintelligible. "It's Lian. She—she..."

"It's happening everywhere," Jason said. "I don't know who's behind this but I'm gonna keep you updated."

There was nothing on the other line. Not a breath or panicking keen. His heart dropped.

"Roy?"

After several attempts, he had no choice but to hang up.

He didn't even wait for his motorcycle to stop completely, dumping it next to the others.

"Guys?"

The Cave was far, far too quiet. Jason grabbed his domino and a batarang lying on a bench.

"Hello? Anyone?"

He stuck a comm in his ear. It crackled to life.

"Guys, we have a situation. Is anyone reading me right now?"

Silence.

He spotted a familiar wheelchair in front of the glowing Batcomputer and let out a sigh of relief.

"Oracle! I'm glad you're—"

But there was no red hair or keyboard clacks to go with it. A steaming coffee cup was tipped over, soaking a case file and dripping onto the floor.

Alfred had to be okay. He's Alfred.

Jason raced upstairs, almost missing the three piles on the couch with purple, yellow, and orange video game controllers buried among them. In the cat bed is another one. His lunch crawled up his throat, but he swallowed it down and moved to the next room.

"Alfred?" His boots echoed through the halls with each step. "Anyone here?"

He checked the kitchen, but it wasn't Alfred he found. Rather it was Damian, staring at his ash-covered fingertips just like the lady at the store.

"They were right here." Damian's voice trembled. "Me and Cain and Pennyworth, we were talking and... and..."

He stumbled forward. Jason caught him.

"I got you. I got you." He wrapped his arms around the kid.

"Akhi?"

Something about it made Jason's blood run cold.

"I don't feel so good."

"Don't say that. You're fine." He squeezed tighter.

"I—I don't want to go. Not again." Damian's fists—oh God, they're so tiny—clung to Jason's shirt.

But all the pleading in the world amounted to nothing as the atoms of his baby brother slipped through his fingers. And even though it felt like everything was bubbling to the surface, he couldn't scream or cry out. All he could do was kneel there, numb, wondering who would have the audacity.

After who-knows-how-long, he felt Ace nuzzle against his ribs.

"You're still here."

"Arf!"

"You're right." Jason swiped the tears from his face and stood up. "Fetch me my guns. There will be hell to pay."

#jason todd #red hood #damian wayne #robin #roy harper #arsenal #red hood and the outlaws #batfam #batfamily #batbros #batboys #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #dc comics #dc fanfic #marvel #crossover #alternate universe #fanfic #my writing #thanos #mcu #infinity war #tw angst #tw death #tw swearing #ficlet

[rare-clone-fic-exchange]

The Sweetest Constant

Pairing: ARF Trooper Hound x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sergeant Hound comes to your pet store needing supplies for his new K9. Fluff ensues.

Warnings: None. Hound is a perfectly sweet cinnamon roll who does no wrong and I am taking no questions.

Word Count: 2260

A/N: Written for the amazing @the-bad-batch-baroness! Hope you enjoy it lovely!

A few notes/translations before we start:

Centaxday - second day of the Galactic Standard Calendar week

Zhellday - fourth day of the Galactic Standard Calendar week

Besom - ill-mannered lout, unhygienic person, someone with no manners

It was Centaxday the first time you met. The gentle jingle of the bell as the door of your humble shop opened brought you back from your daydream. You rose from your seat to greet the Coruscant Guard ARF trooper who strolled him. His armor was shiny and unblemished. The kit paint looked freshly applied. His kama possessed no blaster burns yet.

“‘Mornin’.” His warm baritone crackled through the vocoder of his helmet. You couldn’t see his face but you could hear a tinge of excitement in his greeting.

“Good morning! What can I do for you, sir?”

“Ahh no sir, please.” He waved a dismissive hand before it came to rest on the back of his neck. “Sergeant Hound. But just Hound is fine. Gettin’ my K9 tomorrow and I want to make sure she’s set.”

“You came to the right place, Hound! Have a look around and let me know if you have any questions.”

He bounced on the balls of his feet before he stepped away from you, his elation palpable. He had the energy of a child receiving their first pet and you loved watching this grown man trying to reel in the abundance of joy bubbling through the shiny white and red armor.

He tried to appear casual as he meandered through your shop eyeing various pet accessories, treats, and food. You watched him curiously as he ran his hands over a fluffy pink puppy sweater, with all the ardor of an expectant father. You’d only ever seen the Corries from a distance and you were slightly awestruck by his presence. Respectful yet commanding, he walked with a confidence that made him incredibly attractive even having not seen his face. And his obvious excitement about his new K9 may have been the most attractive thing you’d seen ever.

You cleared your throat. “I don’t mean to pry but what will your K9 be?”

He glanced over from the shelves of treats. “Massiff. She’s still a pup. We start training tomorrow.”

You circled around the counter, coming to stand to his right. Even through the armor he smelled wonderful, woodsy and fresh.

“These.” You pointed at a large blue box with a cartoon massif on the front. “These are my best selling massiff treats. Everyone who buys them raves about how much their pooches love them!”

He tilted his helmet toward you before taking the box from the shelf. “Thanks. Any other suggestions?” The lightness to his tone betrayed the smile hidden under the helmet.

You nodded and guided him around the store. Soon his arms were stacked high with collars, leashes, dishes, a training clicker, food, a bed, and the pink sweater, just the right size for a wee massiff.

You packed everything for him in a box and he informed you the GAR would be picking up the bill.

You slumped in your chair once he’d left, overwhelmed by how quickly you’d taken to a man whose face you’d never seen. A face, you’d assumed you’d never see.

It was Zhellday when you saw him again.

The park near your shop was the ideal place for you to take your kima pup; minimal crowds, quiet, and slow paced. It allowed for a slow transition into socializing for your excessively anxious puppy. At least that was the case on most days.

“Grizzer! Grizzer! Stop! Heel! Grizzer, you besom!!”

You spun around, hearing the frantic voice accompanied by enthusiastic yelps quickly approaching you. You snatched up your bitty kima as he trembled like a leaf in the wind. The grinning massiff pup donning a familiar pink sweater came skidding to a halt at your feet. Not far behind was the slobbery pup's handler.

“I am so sorry about her! We just started training and she’s still excitable!” He huffed, catching his breath as he bent over to pick up the leash.

You blinked in disbelief at first. You hadn’t seen his face when he’d come to your store a few days prior. He’d been decked out in his entire kit last time. Today he only had on armor from the waist down and his kama. His broad shoulders and chest were accentuated by the skin tight black body glove with the Galactic Roundel emblazoned on it. Behind the warmth of his brown eyes was a spark that threatened to outshine the galaxy. Those same mesmerizing eyes studied you intently while a bashful blush darkened his ears.

His hair was shaved into a tidy undercut with the extra length tied into a bun in the back. He puffed, pushing the dark curls from his sweaty forehead.

“It’s okay. I get it. Puggle is still pretty excitable too. But…” you held up your own pup. “He’s a little smaller than…Grizzer was it?”

He looked away sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, Grizzer.”

“And you’re Hound, right?”

He chuckled. “You remember me.”

“I couldn’t forget a Corrie who bought his massiff a pink sweater. Looks great on her by the way.”

Grizzer danced around your feet with happy tippy taps and impatient whines. She looked from you to Hound and gave her butt an excited wiggle.

Hound grinned proudly. “Yeah she’s pretty cute. Pink is definitely her color. She loves those treats by the way.”

You beamed at his praise, delving into a hundred questions about how training was coming along and if he needed more supplies. Eventually you bid each other farewell for the second time and you prayed to the Force it wouldn’t be the last.

Days turned into weeks. Whether it was the Force or something more intentional, you and Hound encountered each other with increasing frequency. Sometimes you’d see him on duty patrolling the park where you walked Puggle. Sometimes he was training Grizzer there, half clad in armor, often drenched in sweat under the exertion of handling his enthusiastic massif. If you managed to catch his attention he always gave you a friendly wave. And sometimes he showed up at your shop unannounced. It was always under the guise of making a purchase (always charged to the GAR). But his visits were becoming more frequent and accompanied by fewer purchases. Not that you were bothered. He was divinely handsome, charming, and sweet as chocolate covered camby berries. To say you were enraptured by him was an understatement.

He’d often spend hours leaning against the counter, his bucket casually resting next to him as he chatted with you about anything and everything under the Coruscant sun. He loved telling you about his brothers. Fox and his caf addiction and inability to decompress. Thorn and his penchant for chaos. Thire and his smart mouth that always got him into trouble. Stone’s endless patience and his refusal to engage in small talk of any kind. You loved seeing his face animate as he talked about them, his love and adoration for his brothers was apparent.

He was funny. You often found yourself laughing until you had tears streaming down your cheeks and both of you were gasping to catch your breath through fits of giggles. He was thoughtful as well, volunteering to help with heavy orders or reaching the top shelves. It was those times that your heart fluttered as if it were a butterfly trying to escape captivity. Especially when your hands would brush in passing or he would press into your back, caging you in as he lifted boxes over your head.

However, it was his love for animals that had bewitched you entirely. You’d watched him carefully tend frighted song sparrows and tookas in the park with no hesitation. He’d rescue cornered pikobis so they wouldn’t shed their tails. He even told you about the time he snuck an injured crown finch back to the Corrie Guard barracks and nursed it back to health during his off-duty time with the help of his brother, Stone.

He’d talk for hours about his precious Grizzer. His animated hands gesticulating wildly as he shared story after story about the trouble his “sweet Grizzy girl”- as he called her - would get into. Including the time the rambunctious pup invaded his brother Fox’s footlocker and chewed a hole in the rear end of his body glove. A hole that was only noticed when Thire made a snarky shebs joke at Fox’s expense when he’d taken his kit off for the evening. He laughed as he recalled Fox putting him on ‘fresher duty as payback.

The more he visited you, the more your conversations flowed, and the more you realized you may be falling for him. And then one evening Hound stayed a little longer than usual. You both had been so consumed in each other’s company that it wasn’t until the beeping of him commlink that you both realized how late it was.

“Stang! It’s 1130! Fox is gonna kill me!”

“Kriff! I’m sorry Hound!”

“S’alright! Any punishment I get will be worth it.” The impish wink he shot you nearly melted you faster than the lava flows of Mustafar. “I’ll escort you home. A pretty lady shouldn’t be walking home in the middle of the night.”

He pulled his helmet on and waited patiently as you completed all of the closing tasks before guiding you out the door with a hand that only just ghosted the small of your back. The late night breeze cooled your cheeks that burned hot by just his presence. You found yourself glancing at him and staring just seconds too long. Long enough for him to catch you. You couldn’t see his expression behind the visor of his helmet but the light bounce to his shoulders had you assuming he was chuckling. The conversation in the shop was easy but now you were the only two walking through the little Coruscant neighborhood. The intimacy of walking so close that your hands brushed each other left you wanting for words. You wanted him to know. To know how you felt. You were dying to paint a masterpiece of your feelings on his very soul. And that thought terrified you.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts you almost missed your apartment, stumbling clumsily to a stop. “This is me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, disappointed that you’d wasted your time with him.

“Hmm.” He shifted his weight from leg to leg, tapping the toes of his boots on the ferrocrete.

“I’ll…see you around I guess? Thank you for walking with me. And spending the evening with me. I hope you don’t get in trouble for it.”

He pulled his helmet off, shaking his unkempt curls loose. He pressed a hand to the wall behind you, partially caging you in. His eyes locked on yours, holding your gaze with a cocked eyebrow and a smile that was far too alluring. Your eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips, swallowing thickly.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, princess. I’m the baby brother. Pretty sure I could shoot the chancellor himself and my brothers would cover for me.”

You giggled, instinctively pressing a hand to his chest plate.

Glancing down at your hand and then back at your lips, he smirked, leaning in and stopping just short of your mouth, allowing his breath to fan across your lips. “There is one more thing though, before I get back to patrol duty. Been on my mind all evening.”

“What’s that?” Your breath was shaky as you instinctively leaned closer.

He closed the space between you, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and chaste while his hand remained anchored to the wall behind you. As he pulled back he allowed his eyes to travel along every inch of you, unable to conceptualize the euphoria he was wading through. You pulled him back, firmly this time. Your tongue teased his bottom lip, seeking entrance which he happily permitted. You swallowed his moan as his hand drifted to your cheek in soft caressing strokes.

When you finally separated, both awash in the glow of the evening and chests heaving heavy breaths, he spoke again. “I get off duty at 0600. I’ll be back and I’m taking you for caf.”

“Charged to the GAR?”

“If we talk about training Grizzer, I can write it off as a work expense.” He gave a cheeky grin.

“And what if I want to talk about you?” You cooed softly, tracing the outline of his chest plate.

“I can still tell Fox it was a work expense. Like I said, I’m the favorite. I’ll see you in the morning, mesh’la.” He slipped his helmet back on and started to leave.

He paused and spun back on his heel, lifting his helmet once more. He grabbed your hand and pressed one final kiss to it before jogging back toward his patrol route.

You’d never gotten ready for bed so quickly. But the sooner you fell asleep, the sooner you’d be seeing Hound again; an event that couldn’t happen soon enough. He was, after all, the sweetest constant you’d ever known.

#rare clone fic submission #rare clone fic exchange #anxiouspineapple99 writes #hound x reader #sergeant hound #arf trooper hound #coruscant guard #hound x f!reader

[orange-peony]

Thanks for tagging me @alexalexinii and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe!

This week I have been mainly working on my snowbaz fic for the @carry-on-big-bang.

Here's a snippet (Baz's pov):

I hear his bike before I see him. I’m walking Fiona’s crazy chihuahua, but it feels more like flying a kite from how hard he’s pulling on the bloody leash. 

“Calm your fucking tits, Titan,” I hiss at him, but then the little menace starts barking like mad at the roaring motorbike as if he were challenging the vehicle to a bloodthirsty duel. I’m about to give the biker a piece of my mind for potentially causing Fiona’s dog an aneurysm, when he pulls over and takes his helmet off.

I suddenly feel catapulted into one of those Coca-Cola adverts where the ladies at the office drool over the extremely attractive glass cleaner. Except that it’s just me and Titan here (but I’m pretty sure he’s gay, too), and fuck—those bronze curls. The blue eyes and that skin covered in freckles and moles. 

I’ve been waiting for him my whole life, languishing in this fucking remote village in the English countryside. 

I decide instantly to make it my life’s mission to get Freckles to stay.

“The game is on, Titan.”

“Arf!” he barks back.

“Sorry, he’s mine. You’ll have to try your luck with Dev’s unhinged pug.”

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@bubble-gumhead, @pato-roldnart, @artsyunderstudy, @facewithoutheart, @peachpety, @itsphantasmagoria, @larkral, @letraspal, @thewholelemon, @hushed-chorus, @cutestkilla, @excalisbury, @pocketlessdruid, @regretfulcorrine, @littlewinnow, @cattocavo, @leithillustration, @imagineacoolusername, @j-nipper-95, @fatalfangirl and @okay-sky. 💙

#six sentence sunday #my writing #cobb #cobb 2024 #snowbaz

[cloneloverrrrr]

Hi,

I saw your post with the smut dialogue prompts. I’d like to request “Don’t be gentle with me-I like it when you’re rough” along with “That noise…keep making it.” With Darman with fem reader. If your not comfortable writing him I also love Howzer, Mayday, Thorn, Rex and recently Hound.

If you have time great. If not that’s fine too. 😊

Thank you 💕

@trixie2023 this took my soul, I forgot how much I enjoy writing for beautiful Hound🫠🫠😈😈

I hope you enjoy this little bit of filth with our fave Arf Trooper 🫶🏻🫶🏻

He needs more loving💁🏻‍♀️

Dividers by my boo @idontgetanysleep ✨🥰

𝗗𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗕𝗲 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗲 - 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁

𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘅 𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1110

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁, 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗙 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱

A dark twilight had fallen across the skies on your home planet of Coruscant. Less then an hour or so the sky was gloaming a red, orange,yellow and pink hue. Now it’s wake was vast inky black tranquility married to a poetry of glistening stars. It was the softness that called body and brain to rest, the night came as a reward of some sorts, a restfulness to calm one’s soul.

That was until the sound of your apartment doors whooshed open, a clank of a helmet as it clattered to the floor. A tall dominating presence lingered behind you, the air was still with mirrored breathing.

Hound stood behind you, gloved hands caressing your arms as his fingers trail up to your shoulders rubbing gently releasing any tension that had built up. You breathe a small gasp , this has your Sergeant smiling into the nape of your neck.

You watched the speeders zoom below your apartment the neon glow from the bustling streets below illuminated your face. Your hands guiding Hounds down to your waist.

“It’s good to be home mesh’la” he murmured into the crook of your neck, a damp trail of his salvia leads from the shell of your ear to your pulse point.

No words spoken only mutual desires burn between you both.

Clothes fell, lips and fingers traced the contours of each body, tongues flit against necks, nipples, stomachs. Heat pooled in the base of your stomach , Hounds sizeable length oh so desperate to stretch you to feel you come undone for him.

Hound backed you up to the large windows of your apartment , the sheer viole hardly covering the copulation between two lovers.

“Hound- stop… what if someone uh.. sees” you whimper out

Hounds dark gaze met yours , a smirk tugged at this lips, his long dark curls fell against his face. Your hand leaned over to push them out from his honey eyes.

He held your face and kissed you, lazy deep kisses , his tongue pleading for an entrance you happily accepted.

“Shhhh mesh”la… relax for me” he whispered groaning into your mouth. His errection grinding against your stomach.

So enthralled in this warm haze you fail to notice Hounds large fingers slide down your sides until a firm touch sent a shiver down your spine. His thumb pressed against your clit , two of his fingers tease your moist slit. Up and down dipping in slightly.

“Fuck- your so wet” he hisses through gritted teeth.

Your hips jerked against his touch , the cool glass brushed against your supple skin adding the shivers vibrating under your skin.

Hound gets down on his knees, his gaze never once leaving yours, he drags his nose up your thigh slowly, one hand continuing to rub deft fingers around your slit dragging your arousal across your labia and sensitive clit. On instinct your legs part allowing him better access.

“Oh Hound, stars- oh-“ you moaned.

A fog of pleasure clouded your vision. Skin ablaze.

A flat wet tongue pressed against your clit, one finger pumping away. Your hands grabbed onto his soft curls gently tugging pulling his head taught. Another finger added the pace becoming brisk.

“Don’t be gentle with me - I like it when your rough” he teased.

Your fingers became intertwined in his locks, you pulled his head taught grabbing at his hair harder , grinding yourself on his face as his tongue fucked you.

Your body spasmed your cunt fluttered, your stomach clenched the heat building threatening to take over. Your rolled your hips faster, pushing his face against your tingling clit. Hounds grip on your thighs was harsh, surely to leave bruises, a lewd reminder of this evening.

Heat coiled, your core exploded.

“Good girl , cum for me. That’s it” Hound growled , his filthy praises muffled by your convulsing cunt and the sounds of your panting.

Your breathing was shakey, legs trembling you fall back against the glass. Calloused hands rubbed up your thighs as he stands up. Chin lips and nose shining with your release. Eyes hooded dripping in desire.

Hound backs you into the windows once more flipping you around, your perfect naked body glimmering against the luminous lights of the city below.

“I’ll give you everything you’ll ever need pretty girl” dark hunger laced in his raspy voice.

The velvety tip of his cock stretches your dripping cunt , the tendons in his neck straining as he moaned, the way your cunt fluttered around him had him falling into an animalistic state of rapture.

Slowly hips slap against your ass, heavy fingers roll and pull at your nipple , the other clasped around your throat a thumb on your pulse point the index finger curled into your mouth. His chest heaved against your back, the harsh drag of his cock fucking into you brutally. You jerk and writhe at his touch the painful pleasure almost too much.

Broken screams, pitiful whimpers and the stutter of his name fall from your mouth. These sounds snapped something devilish inside of him.

“That noise …. keep making it” he moaned so fucking desperately.

He sucked on your neck pushing into you harder much rougher than before, moving his hand from your swollen nipple down to your clit. Rubbing firm small circles as he slammed into you. Harder and harder.

Your eyes rolled back, you let your head fall into the crook of his neck, wet squelching noises paired with his violent thrusts pants and moans engulfed your senses over took your mind. The pressure inside you pulled taught you came intensely coating his cock in your sweet cum. Your back arched into Hound his stomach muscles flexing as his pace faltered , more erratic.

A pained groan fell from his chest as Hound spilled into you, filling you with warm thick ropes of his cum. His fingers gently stroking your spine as he softened inside of you placing a tender kiss upon your each shoulder.

“I can’t get enough of you mesh’la” he whispers into the back of your neck, hands travelling across each dip and curve of your body. You hum quietly in response reaching a hand back you stroke his cheek and he melts into your touch. Your souls connect as one.

“My love for you knows no limits”

His words have you gasping as he picks you up carrying you to the fresher. A sweet wave of calm washes over you rippling like the mighty waves on Kamino.

A beautiful feeling nothing or no one could ever replicate.

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#clone thot #arf trooper hound #sergeant hound #tcw hound #tcw hound smut #clone trooper hound smut #clone smut #clone thirsting #talk to me about star wars #tcw fanfic

[hawkeykirsah]

So, this was originally supposed to be my fifth prompt fill for the Codywan Sleep Bingo that I didn't finish in time, so now you get it about three months too late.

Prompt used: Sleep position Back to Back Words: ~880 Rating G

Fic is under the cut!

Ghost Company had been on this Force-forsaken planet too long, if anyone asked Cody.

Nearly two weeks of trudging through ankle-deep mud, rain continuously sleeting from rolling gray skies, pooling into large puddles, the rivers bursting their banks. It was cold and damp and fucking miserable.

Communications with the rest of the 212th—be it on-planet or on the Negotiator—were spotty at best, courtesy of the deep valleys cutting through the mountains, and each evening brought the same course of action: the search for a comparatively dry campsite.

Boil was the one to shout out this time, his outstretched hand pointing at a slightly darker spot in the face of the rock to their right.

“I think you might be right,” Obi-Wan said, squinting through the sheet of rain pelting down on them. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” And with that he took off, jumping easily from rock to rock. 

It didn’t take long for Cody’s com to crackle, Obi-Wan’s voice filtering through for all to hear, “Tell Boil very well done indeed. It opens to a nice, dry cave. Watch out when you close up, the last ten meters are pretty slippery.”

“He heard you, General,” Cody replied, watching his ARF trooper preen at the General’s words. “Moving to your position now.”

#

The cave was a tight fit for the platoon but it was dry. They set up camp quickly, routine making sure everything ran like clockwork, and still it was near midnight before Cody found himself sitting beside Obi-Wan by a fire. Around them the men that weren’t on guard duty had settled for the night, quiet murmurs filling the air before they slowly went to sleep one by one.

Cody moved slightly, gaze sweeping through the cave once more, his back brushing against Obi-Wan’s. He winced. There wasn’t really much room to stretch out. 

“That alright, sir?” he asked, glancing at the general over his shoulder, hesitating to lean against him more fully.

“Certainly,” came the soft reply, followed by, “if you don’t mind?” as Obi-Wan shifted, settling more firmly against Cody. It couldn’t be very comfortable with Cody in his armor but Obi-Wan seemed unbothered by the discomfort.

A small smile snuck onto his face, “Not at all.”

“Try to get some rest, Cody. The men have things well in hand.”

“You, too, sir,” he replied, stifling a yawn, and relaxed against Obi-Wan’s broad back..

He returned his attention to his surroundings, gazing out at the curtains of rain beyond the cave entrance and the guard post set up just inside. He nodded to himself, satisfied, eyes growing increasingly heavy until they slipped shut.

#

Typo rubbed the sleep out of his eyes when Gearshift roused him to take over a watch. He got up and stretched, making room for the other to lie down. Blaze was already up, talking to Crys. All three had their eyes trained away from the cave entrance. Frowning, Typo followed their line of sight and started. There, back to back, sat the general and the commander, heads tilted back and leaning against each other.

A holorecorder clicked beside him and he turned his head to see Wooley wink at him.

“For our collection,” he said, keeping his voice low.

“Collection?” Typo asked, gathering the last of his gear.

“Mhm. We have a collection of holos of the Commander and the General falling asleep together on missions.”

There were several other telltale clinking sounds.

“So…I can take a holo of them?” he asked, adjusting his helmet. He didn’t have any other means of capturing an image.

“Yes, as long as it stays in the 212th unless Cody or Obi-Wan give the okay to share it more publicly. I’d go with asking the General, he’s easier that way,” Crys confirmed, suddenly appearing at his side. “Better get to your station before Cody wakes up and sees there’s nobody guarding the entrance.”

Typo nodded and quickly made his way over, but not before snapping an image.

#

Cody woke to something tickling his nose and the sound of low voices and hustling and bustling around him. He blinked lazily, finding himself looking at what seemed to be Obi-Wan’s ear and a strand of reddish hair. Right. He'd apparently fallen asleep leaning against his general on the dusty floor of a cave. Hopefully nobody had—

Click!

—taken a holo yet.

“Morning, Commander!” Waxer said cheerfully, not even bothering to hide the holorecorder in his hands. “You look almost comfy.”

Cody scowled at him because, fuck, he was stiff, when a slight shaking at his back caught his attention. Obi-Wan was laughing softly, tilting his head further back on Cody’s shoulder and looking up at Waxer. If Cody turned his head to the side he could easily brush a kiss to his cheek. He pushed that thought aside.

“Good morning, Waxer. Did you get all the holos you wanted?” Obi-Wan said, amusement coloring his voice despite the raspiness of sleep.

“And then some, sir,” came the reply.

“Well,” Obi-Wan said easily, standing up and dusting off his trousers before offering Cody a hand up, “you can all show us later but first let’s see if we can’t get off this blasted rock.”

Cody nodded, stopping Waxer before he could leave, and said, "show me."

He looked at the holo and nodded again, the corners of his mouth twitching to smile. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

#codywan #star wars: the clone wars #fanfiction #hawk writes #my writing

[wizardofrozz]

Commander Thorn x Senator aid!reader (GN), Commander Fox

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: swearing

A/N: Thorn survived Scorpio because I love him and I said so 😂

There were a lot of unusual things you witnessed when visiting the Coruscant Guard. Hound chasing Grizzer through the lobby, Thire straight up walking into a wall, Stone asleep outside his office, and new troopers shaking in their boots as Fox went on a warpath covered in rainbow glitter. 

However, Life Day music coming from every speaker in the building was a new one. 

You hurried through the empty lobby toward the front desk. It was a bit of a surprise to see Fox sitting there brooding. He looked up as you approached and if it was possible, he somehow looked more irritated through the barrier of his helmet. He hesitated before tapping a button on his vambrace, his shoulders twitching. 

         “What the hell’s going on here?” you snickered, immediately covering your mouth.

         “Just know, I’m going to kill him,” was all Fox offered. But that’s all you needed. 

         “I’ll handle it,” you sighed, squeezing Fox’s arm as you passed. The Marshal Commander just grumbled, waving you off as he slumped down in his chair again. Hound and a few other ARF troopers waved as you hurried by, thankfully not trying to pull you into a conversation. Finding the command offices was muscle memory at this point and you turned the corner, realizing only one door was open. You stood in the doorway for a moment, watching the half-armored trooper swaying along to the music as he…wrapped gifts?

         “Thorn, what in the Sithhells are you doing?” you called. Thorn spun on his heels, hand reaching for his pistol before he blinked, realizing who was filling his doorway. 

         “Oh, hey muffin,” he greeted, meeting you at the door with a kiss on your forehead. You could only sputter, gaping at the commander’s back as he strolled back toward his desk. You were starting to understand why Fox was going gray already. 

         “Thorn,” you sighed wearily. He looked over his shoulder, a blonde curl falling onto his forehead that made him look far too innocent. “Why are you trying to give Fox an aneurysm?”

         “Oh please,” Thorn scoffed, turning around to lean back against his desk and tapping a button on his vambrace to shut the door. As soon as it hissed shut you stepped into his arms, resting your forehead against his collarbone. “A little bit of cheerfulness won’t kill him.”

         “I think he’s going to have a permanent eye twitch because of you,” you mumbled against his shoulder. Thorn hummed, kissing the top of your head.

         “How was your day?” he asked, slowly rubbing your back. 

         “Shut the music off and I’ll tell you,” you countered, slipping your hand under the hem of his blacks, dragging your nails across his lower back. Thorn borderline purred, his usually rigid muscle loosening and he sagged against you. He grumbled unintelligently against your head, not even bothering to deny it was his doing, and you felt him shifting around until finally the constant stream of Life Day music cut off abruptly. 

         “You can play it at my apartment and sing as loudly and terribly as you want later,” you negotiated, leaning back to see his face.

         “I’m a wonderful singer,” Thorn gasped. And of course, he was right but you also liked to poke fun at him when you had the chance. 

         “Anyway,” you chuckled, moving to sit on his desk but stopped short. “What are you doing?” The lumpy package was half covered in decorative flimsi, the wrapping wrinkled and a little torn. 

         “Oh, uh, I was wrapping Life Day present,” Thorn murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. You arched a brow, flickering your eyes between your partner and the half-wrapped gift. “That’s Fox’s. Senator Amidala gave me some kind of fancy caf from Naboo when I asked her what type I should get him.” 

         “How many do you have left?” you wondered, trying to sneak a glance around his office, secretly hoping to get a glimpse of your gift.

         “Just one,” Thorn chuckled, moving behind you to rest his chin on top of your head. 

         “Who?” 

         “Hound and Grizzer,” Thorn sighed, waving somewhere behind him. 

         “Want some help?” He perked up, nodding which in turn moved your head as well and you couldn’t help but laugh. You blindly reached for him, pulling him in for a kiss that ended up being more like smiles pressing together than a kiss. “Come on, I’ll tell you about my day as we work.”

Thorn gathered the things you’d need, depositing it all on the floor near the window that overlooked Coruscant, and plopped down, leaning against the transparisteel. You carefully tiptoed around the scattered items, getting comfortable between Thorn’s armored legs. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling against your neck with a sigh. 

         “Now how was your day?”

         “Shit,” you huffed, only a little dramatically. Thorn listened silently as you complained about your fairly boring day sitting alongside your senator and listening to shouts filling the senate dome.  

         “So, a normal day,” Thorn concluded, his smile curving against your shoulder. Your days usually consisted of the same shit but it still felt good to get it off your chest and he knew that, hence his pestering. 

         “Hey, you asked,” you laughed, dropping your head against his. “Now, let’s wrap this stuff.” Thorn reluctantly uncurled his arms from around you, picking up the half-wrapped bag of caf beans but you grabbed it out of his hands before he could do anything else.

         “What’re you doing?” he grumbled, dropping his full weight onto your back, and pushing you forward.

         “There’s a better way to do this,” you sighed, trying to unwrap the gift only to realize how much tape Thorn had used. “Did you do this on purpose?”

         “Yes?” The caf beans dropped out of the wrapping without too much of a fight and you pulled the little red bow off the flimsi, quickly sticking it to Thorn’s forehead. 

         “Hm, I think red’s your color, sweetheart,” you giggled, chewing on your lip when Thorn narrowed his eyes. You hadn’t even realized he had moved until a silver bow was stuck to your nose. “You don’t want to start this,” you warned, trying for a glare that you had a feeling did absolutely nothing with a bow attached to your nose. 

         “Oh I think I do,” Thorn countered with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

Thank the Maker above the fucking Life Day music had stopped. Although, Fox had the sinking feeling he was going to be humming it at the most irritating times for the next few rotations. With a tired sigh, Fox bumped his fist against Stone’s as they switched places at the front desk and proceeded to drag himself toward his office. He hadn’t seen you or Thorn leave, meaning you were still doing…something in Thorn’s office, and Fox wasn’t sure if he wanted to find out what that was. Thankfully as he approached, the hallway was quiet, yet that only worried him more. 

The door whooshed open silently and Fox couldn’t quite make sense of what he was seeing. 

Thorn was half-armored, face down near his desk covered in…Life Day bows? You came into view as Fox got closer, sleeping peacefully with your cheek pressed into the space between his brother’s shoulder blades, also covered in shiny bows. It looked like the bag exploded and you two were in the blast radius. Fox thought about trying to at least wake his brother before deciding it would be easier to just act like he saw nothing. The explanation would most likely make his growing headache worse and he was still plotting Thorn’s slow death. 

Fox glanced down at the pile of seemingly random items as he turned to leave, immediately recognizing Naboo caf beans sitting on top. A smirk spread across his face as he made his way out of the office. 

Maybe he wouldn’t kill his brother if that was his Life Day gift. 

25 days of Life Day Masterlist

Taglist: @sleepingsun501​ 

#25 days of life day #commander thorn x reader #commander thorn #commander fox #corusant guard #star wars #the clone wars #reader insert #gender neutral reader

[lamaenthel]

Tivaevae | Chapter Seven: Stitch In The Ditch

Still struggling to emotionally recover from Master Obi-Wan's deception, Ahsoka discovers in the aftermath that twelve-year-old Boba Fett has been locked up among adults in the Republic Judiciary Central Detention Center. After convincing Chancellor Palpatine to grant him a pardon, she manages to secure his release on the condition that she serve as his legal guardian. Now, with the help of Master Plo and the Wolfpack, she vows to help him track down what family he has left.

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Fandom: Star Wars Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Boba Fett, Plo Koon, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Kanan Jarrus, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CC-1119 | Appo, Dexter Jettster, FLO | WA-7 (Star Wars), Shaak Ti, ARC Commander Blitz (Star Wars), CT-6922 | Dogma, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), CC-3636 | Wolffe, Clone Trooper Sinker (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Comet (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody, CT-5597 | Jesse, CT-4860 | Boost, Aurra Sing, Tobias Beckett, Null-11 | Ordo Skirata, Kal Skirata, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Original Droid Characters (Star Wars), Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars) Total Word Count: 123,000 Chapter Word Count: 11,878 Chapter Summary: Ahsoka, Boba, and the Wolfpack explore the catacombs of Geonosis in search of Jango's armor.

Not long after the Republic had re-secured Geonosis, a permanent outpost had been established on the surface to hopefully keep it in Republic hands. Ahsoka had no idea what had happened to the native Geonosian population since they seemed to have mostly disappeared, with only a few sightings floating through intel every now and again. The general consensus was that whoever was left had fled into their endless catacombs, leaving the surface occupied by clone troopers who constantly surveilled the dustball for Seppie activity.

Their landing site at the base was not far from the arena where Jango Fett had lost his life and was still under heavy construction. It housed the ARF troopers that made up Sandsnake Squadron, a division of the 91st Mobile Reconnaissance Corps. There were six of the Sandsnakes wearing armor painted a dusty-red camo pattern waiting to greet them on the landing pad. The one wearing deep violet kama and a stripe of the same color up his arm stepped forward as Ahsoka's group departed The Babasta. He had painted fangs on the side plating of his helmet.

"Atten-tion!" bellowed the commander, his lilac aura flush with silver authority-respect. All six clones saluted them.

"Koh-to-yah, Commander Pelter," Plo greeted him and returned his salute. "At ease. It is good to finally meet you."

"Thank you, Sir," Pelter said warmly, relaxing. His men behind him did the same. "Follow me, if you would."

"But of course."

As they walked, Ahsoka fished two sets of nose plugs out of her belt pocket and handed one to Boba. The micromesh allowed her to still mostly keep her sense of smell, but if she had to choose a planet to never to smell again Geonosis would be it. It was dusty, musty, and had an uncurrent of sulfur and rotting meat. It was truly just a gross planet, one that she had no fondness for after being both shot down and buried alive on. "Put these on."

"I'm not wearing that shit," Boba said flatly, staring at the nose plugs.

"Yes you are," Ahsoka said primly, inserting her own set. "Unless you want brain worms."

"Unless I want what?" Boba stared at her, his aura gone lime with disbelief-suspicion.

"Brain worms. Mind-controlling brain worms." Ahsoka gave him a narrow grin. "Welcome to Geonosis."

Boba's eyes darted in between her and the nose plugs in his hand, then he hastily shoved them in. "Not my first time on fucking Geonosis," he mumbled bitterly.

Ahsoka winced at her gaffe. "I know." She patted him on the back sympathetically. "Hopefully it'll be the last for both of us."

They followed Commander Pelter into the sprawling, half-finished base and down a labyrinth of halls with exposed wiring and metal beams until they reached the commhub. A holotable topped with a slowly-rotating, glowing map of tunnels was waiting. "We've had our scouts down in the tunnels with drone mappers since we heard you were on your way, Sir," Pelter began. "We've cleared all chambers down to sector nine, as you can see here–" he pointed to a small offshoot at the base of the hive-shaped rock formation, " –and we've mapped out a grid of an additional nineteen sectors with ground-penetrating radar, though we can't speak to what's in them. The rock interferes with most of our equipment. It's almost impossible to get an accurate read without actually going down there."

"Excellent work, Commander." Plo turned to Ahsoka. "Where do you propose we begin our search, Padawan?"

Ahsoka examined the map, specifically a small, unexplored section in the southeast sector directly below level nine. It was wide open and led to a labyrinth of tunnels, but every time she looked away she found her gaze pulled back to it. She made her decision. "We'll start here," she said, pointing to sector nine. "It's been cleared, so it should be safe enough for now."

"And then?" Plo tilted his head.

"Then, Master, we should meditate. If you act as a focus for our session then I can cast out my aura much further than on my own. Hopefully I'll be able to sense if the armor is nearby and we'll at least have a general idea of where to look."

"I have no objections," Plo replied. "Commander Wolffe, do you have any suggestions?"

"We should bring Arseven. He can keep us on track with the map." Wolffe patted the astromech on the head. "Just don't get left behind, ul'ika."

Arseven honked in nervous agreement.

"Then go ahead and finish any preparations you need to for our task," Plo said. "And Commander Pelter, if you can spare a LAAT/i, we are more than capable of flying ourselves down. There is no need to distract you from your duties."

Pelter nodded. "We'll get one staged for you, Sir. I'll load it with a comm booster. These rocks… they really block everything."

Ahsoka remembered that unfortunate fact all too well. "Here, Boba, put this on." She snapped her cuirass over his chest before he could protest.

"Uh, 'kay." Boba craned his head around to look at his back. "This isn't bad. Where'd you learn how to work plastoid, Tano?"

"I didn't, Rex made it for me," she replied.

Boba smirked and his aura went brassy gold humor-exasperation.

"What?" Ahsoka asked, frowning.

"Nothing." Boba snickered, then mumbled something that sounded like oblivioussayswhat.

"Wh–" She narrowed her eyes and smacked him lightly on the back of the head.

"Boost, I assume you are handling munitions as per usual?" Plo asked him.

"Yes, Sir," Boost replied.

"Excellent. Do not forget a blaster for Boba upon your return from the armory."

The Wolfpack, Ahsoka, and Boba all stared at Plo, their auras gone bright white with surprise. Ahsoka mentally tucked away the argument she'd been practicing in her head for the better part of an hour that advocated for arming Boba and bounced on her heels, trying not to smirk.

"Sir, are you sure?" Wolffe asked quietly, glancing at Boba.

"I see no reason not to. These tunnels could prove dangerous, and Boba is a skilled shot."

"We don't know what's down there, Sir," Wolffe continued, tearing his eyes from Boba. "Shouldn't he stay at the base?"

"I don't think so, no."

Plo smiled warmly at the boy and Ahsoka's heart did a happy somersault. Boba's aura was a pale, sunshine yellow with surprise-gratitude-flattery.

"If you say so, Sir," Wolffe mumbled, turning away with beige unease-anxiety clouding his aura.

"Klef, make sure they all get a liquid nitrogen canister," Pelter ordered one of the Sandsnakes, then turned to Ahsoka and tapped on a small spray can mounted on his wrist. "Just in case you run into any of those little slimeballs," he said.

"Good thinking," Ahsoka agreed, shuddering inwardly. The thought of those worms anywhere near her brain ever again just… ew. At least she knew better than to murder a clone for falling victim to it, unlike Barriss.

Barris was such a hypocrite. All she ever did anymore – well, at least before Umbara, Ahsoka hadn't spoken to the bitch since their fight – was whine about the abhorrent violence of the war, but when her life was on the line she didn't even hesitate. Poor Trap didn't deserve to die because she was a stupid, reactionary cu–

"Ahsoka," Plo said, interrupting her racing thoughts. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, Master," Ahsoka said, smiling wanly. "Just… unpleasant memories of this place."

"Hey, it'll be fine," Boba reassured her. "I'll watch your back. Just don't wander off."

Ahsoka saw the way Plo's aura went gold with humor and she patted Boba on the back, stifling her own grin.

Ahsoka kept a hand on Boba's shoulder so he didn't get tossed off the side of the LAAT/i as Comet set it down. His aura was practically vibrating with pale gold excitement-anxiety and he hadn't taken his hand off of his borrowed deece since he'd strapped it on.

"Come, come." Plo hopped off of the side of the gunship and ignited his lightsaber. The chamber was fairly bright, as the chamber was open to the bright orange sky, but the corners were dark. He stood over a wide hole in the southwestern section, roughly three meters wide and pitch-black. "Sector eight can be reached through this tunnel," he informed them. "I shall go first to ensure that the chamber has not been retaken by any Geonosians, then we can continue on to sector nine."

"Sir, let me," Wolffe immediately offered, but Plo held up a serene hand.

"I insist," he said mildly, then before Wolffe could protest any further, he jumped into the hole and disappeared.

"I hate it when he does that," Wolffe growled.

Arseven beeped to concur.

"He do that often?" Mangle asked, peering down the hole with his lights on.

"He always goes first," Boost grumbled. "He likes to worry us. I think he thinks it's funny."

"It is funny," Ahsoka smirked. "He's a Jedi Master, but you'd all tuck him into a box with packing peanuts and a fragile sticker on it if you could."

Wolffe had his bucket on, but she could tell he was glaring at her by how chartreuse his aura was. "Rex might think the suicidal tendencies of the Jedi are cute but we don't, Ahs'ika."

"We're not suicidal!" Ahsoka laughed. "We're just confident in our abilities. It's a shame that the 104th doesn't have the same faith in Master Plo as the 501st has in Master Skywalker and I."

"Oi!" Comet protested, lime with offense. "Nobody said that!"

Sinker snickered. "Very funny, Commander. What you don't realize is that poor Rex has just given up on trying to rein you two in. You and Skywalker give him a heart attack every day."

"Clear!" Plo's booming voice echoed up from the tunnel.

"I'm sending Boba down first!" Ahsoka called down. "Catch him!"

"Catch?" Boba asked, eyes wide.

"Yeah, it'll be fun!" Ahsoka said maybe a little too gleefully before lifting him with the Force over the tunnel. "Ready?"

"Um–" Boba said frantically.

"Down you go!"

His yelping echoed all the way down until it terminated with a shriek. It reminded her of when she and Anakin had thrown Rex off of that wall and she couldn't help but smile wickedly.

"Did you die?" she called down.

"Can you fucking warn me next time?" Boba squawked.

"I did! Coming down!" She jumped down the tunnel and slid down the smooth stone walls for a good ten seconds, then landed in a crouch at the base of a massive chamber. Green xenon lights had been affixed to the stone walls and there were stalagmites – or were they stalactites? She could never remember the difference – jutting from both the roof and floor. She gave the seething red Boba, who was still being held by a golden Master Plo, a fond pat on the head.

"See!" she said brightly. "Nothing to worry about."

"If you ever do that again, I'll shoot you in the kneecap," Boba snapped as Plo put him down.

"Yeah, yeah," Ahsoka smirked at him.

The Wolfpack slid down one at a time after her, followed by a screeching Arseven who was firing his jets wildly.

"Easy, buddy, easy," Ahsoka said soothingly, patting him on the head.

The droid whimpered and tilted forward for more pets.

"Aw, what's wrong, Arseven?" she asked.

"𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚖," Arseven beeped miserably.

"Don't worry, buddy, they're organic worms, that's what your liquid nitrogen is for. You're safe."

"Just keep your ports closed, my little friend." Plo patted him fondly as he passed. "Poor Arseven dislikes enclosed spaces. They make him nervous. He much prefers the open air. I couldn't ask for a better copilot."

Arseven happily bounced on his servos at the compliment.

"Come now," Plo continued. "Sector nine is just ahead."

Ahsoka kept her mouth open as she walked behind Plo and clicked softly in the back of her throat, trying to get a better idea of the dark tunnel they walked through in her head.

"What are you doing?" Boba asked, green with curiosity. His big amber eyes were nearly swallowed up by his pupils in the darkness.

"I hear better with my mouth open," Ahsoka replied.

"What?" Boba looked confused.

Ahsoka pointed to her montrals. "No holes," she smiled. "If I open my mouth I can hear almost twice as well. And if I click I can get a mental picture of what's in front of us."

"Fucking hawkbat," Boba muttered, shaking his head.

"Here we are," Plo announced as the tunnel opened into a new chamber, taller than the first. More xenon lights had been screwed into the rock walls, colored eerie green that bleached the red rock into gray. Plo took a seat in the lotus position on a large, flat rock in the center and gestured for Ahsoka to join him.

Ahsoka sank down opposite to him. "Boba, I'm going to be concentrating for the foreseeable future," she announced. "Watch my back."

Boba gave her a nod. He'd drawn his deece and held it down, but ready. His aura was nervous and dirty beige with anxiety-unease.

"It's going to be okay," she said, giving him a reassuring smile. "Just don't wander off."

Boba rolled his eyes and moved closer to Wolffe.

"Shall we begin?" Plo rumbled.

"Yes, Master." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me."

"I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me," Plo joined her. "I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me."

Ahsoka continued to whisper the words as she let her consciousness relax and expand. First her orange aura, normally held tight and protected against her body, slowly flowed out like soft fog and blended with Plo's warm copper to make a shining russet. Their breathing synced together and she became more aware and less at the same time, focusing on the minutiae of their environment rather than the macro. Plo held her steady while she spread their aura thin; she heard the tiny beetles scrambling over the walls dislodging dust, flies buzzing around the lights, spiderwebs creaking and clicking as their architects tapped across them to wrap their trapped prey in silk, the soft slap of Wolffe's kama against his plastoid thighplates–

She took a frustrated breath. She needed to go out, but it felt like she couldn't even leave the room.

"Focus, Padawan," Plo murmured. He took her hands and squeezed. "Let go of your frustrations and stop searching. Let the Force guide your path. I will keep you from becoming lost."

She tried again. Their aura stretched further, searching, brushing, touching the walls of the tunnels near her. She took it all in softly, listening and feeling for anything that didn't belong. There was a sudden ripple on the very edge of their aura, a tug like a shy child trying to get an elder's attention by grabbing their sleeve.

It retreated once she noticed it, and she followed it down a dark tunnel in a northern direction. There was a quiet song that she couldn't quite hear emanating from this tunnel, almost like a bell that chimed and pulsed at the same time, as soft and resonant as a memory. She flowed after it over the rocks and dirt like smoke, on and on and on as the song became louder and–

Nothing. Whatever was tugging on their aura was gone like a fish on a broken line and the song quickly died away. Ahsoka huffed, frustrated, and pulled back once more. She opened her eyes and frowned. "I thought I had something, but–"

"I saw." Plo squeezed her hands. "Do you think the armor would call out in such a way?"

"What do you mean, Master?" Ahsoka asked. She gently detangled their auras and leaned back on her elbows.

"We are looking for the armor. It is not looking for us." Plo looked troubled; his aura was turquoise and was as flat and still as a pond. "I do not think that we are alone down here."

Ahsoka's eyes widened and dread clenched in her belly like a fist. "Boba?" she called, looking around.

"Right here." Boba peeked his head out from behind Wolffe. "Me'vaar ti gar?"

"Naas. Just checking in." She turned nervous eyes to Plo. "What do you think, Master?"

Plo thought silently for a moment. "Whatever is down here is not likely to be friendly," he finally said. "We should continue with caution. I do not like the idea of such an unknown entity so close to the ARF base."

"Agreed," she said, and got to her feet. "The question is, do we follow it or not?"

"Right before our connection was broken, I heard a melody," said Plo. "Did you also hear it?"

Ahsoka nodded. "Did you recognize it?" she asked.

"Possibly. I have never heard the song myself, but I have read tales in the Jedi Archives about the resonance of certain materials in the Force, only audible to those who know how to listen. Beskar is said to have an exceptionally clear tone, like a bell."

"You think the armor was singing?" Ahsoka asked a little skeptically.

"There is only one way to find out." Plo gestured to Boba. "Stay close, son. I want all of you to stay vigilant. Ahsoka and I sensed a presence in these tunnels, one that wants us to follow it. We proceed with utmost caution from here on out."

Arseven honked in a way that sounded very much like uh oh.

"Ahsoka, I must ask you something," Plo said softly as they proceeded single-file down the northern tunnel.

"What is it, Master?" she asked.

"Are you doing alright?" Plo asked, his aura a gentle teal with protection-concern-affection.

"Master?"

"Your presence feels heavy in the Force. It has not felt so heavy since…" Plo hesitated, then glanced back at her. "Since Xior-Cal."

Ahsoka didn't answer. She wasn't sure how to. There was no ceremony from her culture to help her move on this time. For a few insane moments she fantasized about knocking one of Obi-Wan's teeth out and feeding it to Hinata.

"I'm okay," she said after she realized she'd been silent for at least ten awkward seconds. "I am. I'm alright."

"When we meditated on the journey here, you had trouble fully surrendering yourself to the Force. More difficulty than I've ever seen you have, even as a child."

"I know," she admitted. "I'm not centered like I should be, Master. I'm working on it."

"Strong emotions cloud our connection to the Force. That is why it is so important to release them, Padawan." Plo's aura went dark and rich with affection-comfort. "Whatever I can do to help you move past this, please tell me. Not just for the sake of our mission, but for your own wellbeing. You are a beacon of light in a galaxy that becomes darker with every moment this war continues. It breaks my heart to see you so dim."

Plo was right, she needed to get it together. She was mentally spinning, having trouble concentrating and unfocused. They didn't have time for her to be so off-balance. Boba didn't have time.

"Arseven, the map, if you would," Plo rumbled.

Arseven beeped pitifully and projected what he had; according to the ground-penetrating radar that the Sandsnakes had used there was another large, open chamber at the end of the tunnel.

"Ahsoka, wait here with the others," Plo instructed. "Wait for my call."

"Yes, Master," Ahsoka replied, and she watched Plo dip around the edge of the tunnel.

"And now we wait," Wolffe grumbled, his aura gone a deep teal with protection-annoyance-affection. He leaned against the side of the tunnel and checked his chrono. "He's got five minutes."

"Before you swoop in and save him?" Ahsoka asked, trying not to laugh.

"Before I send your mouthy shebs in after him," Wolffe grumbled.

Ahdoka leaned against the wall and crossed her arms, smirking. "I bet y–" she began, but stopped once she noticed Boba. He was frowning and playing with the strap on his holster; his aura was green with curiosity but ringed with yellow embarrassment again. "What's the matter?" she asked, concerned.

"Nothing," he mumbled. A ribbon of smokey dishonesty circled around him.

"Boba, what's the matter?" Ahsoka dropped to one knee. "What happened, what did we say?"

Boba glanced up. "I don't want to piss you off," he said, still fidgeting. His eyes flicked over to Wolffe and his aura went darker yellow.

Ahsoka put a hand on his shoulder. "You won't, I promise. Now what is it?"

"What was Xior-Cal?" he asked hesitantly. Ahsoka realized he was afraid that she would react the way Wolffe had when he had asked about his scar.

"You don't have to answer that, Commander," Wolffe said immediately, putting a protective hand on her shoulder. "Listen, kid–"

"I'm fine." Ahsoka patted Wolffe's hand and gave him a grateful look. "It's okay, Wolffe."

"You don't need to be thinking about all of that right now," Wolffe growled. His visor turned to Boba and his aura was almost opaque teal with protection-resentment. Not towards Boba, no, towards even the memory of Clan Sylen.

Ahsoka had been horribly injured at the end of her fight with Dol and his family, too injured to stay for the aftermath. Plo had arrived on his Venator a few hours after she'd left. Wolffe had overseen the evacuation of Clan Sylen's slaves, he'd been in Dol's breeding pits. He knew exactly what fate Ahsoka had escaped.

"Then let me tell him so we don't have to linger on the subject," Ahsoka said gently, then turned back to Boba. "A horrible man – an exiled Mandalorian, actually – he kidnapped Jesse and I and took us to a planet he'd taken over called Xior-Cal. He wanted to marry me and then use me to claim the Darksaber for him so he could overthrow Satine Kryze."

"Is that who you were talking about before with Nala Se?" Boba asked. The yellow bled into red anger.

"Yeah." She smiled at him and stood. "There's more to the story, but that's the gist."

"That's why he's so protective of you," Boba said, his aura tinged mint with realization-understanding. "Jesse, I mean."

"One reason, yeah," Ahsoka laughed softly.

"Clear!" Plo declared ahead of them. "Be careful, watch your step when walking. The chamber floor is cracked down the center."

Ahsoka led the squad out, keeping a careful eye on their path. She clicked in the back of her throat as they walked; there were no lights in this chamber and it felt oppressively dark outside of the small circle of light her lightsaber emitted, but she got the impression that the chamber was vaguely egg-shaped without any stalagmites. She was unwillingly reminded of the chamber she and Jesse had hidden in from Dol and his vassals underneath the moonless Xior-Cal's chandanam grove. "Stay close," she ordered Boba, joining Plo on a flat rock in the center. There was a wide hairline crack down the middle of it that they stood on either side of.

"Yeah." Boba swallowed hard and glanced around.

"Hey, kid. C'mere." Boost fished something out of one of his pouches and handed it to Boba. "Snap it on the bottom of the barrel. There's a magnetic lock."

Boba carefully applied whatever it was Boost had handed him and a flashlight flicked on once the magnet had clicked.

"This was the chamber where we lost our lead," Plo said quietly. He took her hands and they sank to their knees together. "We will begin again, but be careful, Padawan."

"Yes, Master," Ahsoka murmured. "I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me." She whispered the words in tandem with Plo as she once again melded their auras and reached out in a russet fog. Above them was a quietly tittering nest of bat-like creatures that squeaked and shivered amongst themselves. Ahsoka could feel their apprehension, their anxiety; they wanted them to leave and posed no danger. She continued on and tasted the gritty, musty dirt in her mouth, felt the rough texture of the newly-dug walls, heard a clear, pulsing bell that vibrated her teeth–

"Newly dug," Plo murmured. "This chamber is freshly made."

"Yes," she whispered back. "Do you hear it? The bell."

"I do. It is much louder than before."

"Do you think we're close?" she asked.

"I cannot say for certain."

Ahsoka felt sweat drip down the side of her face. The humidity of the chamber was beginning to rise, oddly, but what was causing it? "Master, do you feel–"

s ʜ ᴏ ᴡ ᴍ ᴇ

A foreign voice hissed the words in her mind at the same time the rocks cracked overhead, scaring the life out of her. It shook the walls and loosened a torrent of pebbles. Something grabbed a hold of her aura; not the shy tug of a curious child like before, but a chitinous hand that closed like a spike trap.

s ʜ ᴏ ᴡ ᴍ ᴇ ᴍ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ

"Master Plo–" she whimpered. Her lekku stung as they began to rapidly swell, reflexively trying to scare away whatever had a hold of her.

"Ahsoka, stay with me!" Plo's voice boomed both out loud and in her mind. "Focus on me, Padawan!"

Ahsoka tried but she felt her aura detangling from his and she couldn't stop it–

The floor gave way without warning and Boba rolled, too shocked to even scream. He landed with a grunt and rolled about ten feet, tangled up in the limbs of his twitching ori'vod and almost crushed by the squealing weight of Arseven.

"Ahsoka!" Plo shouted. "Boba, are you–"

"INCOMING!" Wolffe roared, then all Boba heard was blaster fire, the humming of a lightsaber, and the clicking screams of Geonosian drones. "WE'RE SURROUNDED!"

The chamber above shook. Dust and a shower of rocks fell down where Boba and Ahsoka had landed. "Tano," Boba said quietly, hoping the blaster fire above would be loud enough to cover his voice. If whatever was attacking the Wolfpack realized they were alone they'd be dead in seconds. "Wake up, Tano. Come on." He shook Ahsoka but she was completely out, and if her lekku weren't twitching like snakes Boba would have thought that she was dead. He dragged her around the edge of the rock they'd rolled down and pressed himself against it. He swept dust and pebbles off of her lips before she choked on them.

Arseven began to rapidly meep, panicked at being separated from Plo. "Quiet!" Boba hissed at the flailing astromech. "Get over here!"

Arseven meeped pitifully one more time then fell silent and rolled out of sight of the upper chamber.

"Fall back, fall back!" Wolffe yelled.

"Men, to the tunnel!" Boba heard Plo boom above him. "Boba, ke'haaranovor!"

Boba closed his eyes and tried not to hyperventilate. He hadn't heard the noise of a Geonosian army since… since…

It didn't matter. He had to keep it together.

Blaster fire started to become muffled as the troopers presumably entered the tunnel. Boba held his breath until he couldn't hear clicking anymore. He had thankfully kept a hand on his blaster, and he used the flashlight to examine where the hell they were once he was fairly certain that all of the bugs had been drawn away. It looked like the floor had just opened and they'd fallen into a much older chamber below. It smelled even worse than the first and he saw why immediately; there were dozens of bodies in the room, all wearing white plastoid armor. They'd been there a while, probably since the very first deployment. There was nothing but bones and leathery sinew left of them. Boba nervously adjusted his nose plugs and looked at Arseven. "Show me the map."

Boba examined Arseven's projection; the chamber they were in was thankfully on what the Sandsnakes had found with their ground penetrating radar and they were close to the eastern side of the hive. "That tunnel to our right," he whispered. "It leads right up against the side of the canyon. Think we can cut our way out with the laser sword?"

Arseven quietly honked.

"Alright, follow me." Boba holstered his deece. He crouched beside his twitching Togruta guardian and hoisted her tall, skinny body onto his back. "Fat fucking head," he grunted as he struggled to his feet, slipping and sliding on the debris. Her legs were so long that they dragged on the ground. He spared a glance upward at the last echoes of retreating blaster fire then turned and struggled on towards the tunnel.

Arseven beeped at him, hesitating.

"We can't get up there," Boba hissed. "Plo said to hide and we can't just sit out in the open like this, we need to keep her safe until she snaps out of it. Come on, I need your light."

Arseven sadly beeped and illuminated the tunnel ahead.

"Keep an eye on our backs, would you?" Boba whispered as they made their way through the pitch black. He could still hear insectoid clicks and distant blaster fire echoing through the stone. If they were jumped, he'd have to toss Ahsoka off his back and draw as quickly as possible. Hopefully her tails would cushion her big head in the fall.

Fuck, this was stupid. They never should have come here. The only reason they were crawling through a shabla bug nest at all was because he had cried about his dad and Ahsoka didn't know when to stop trying to help. Now she was probably going to die – well, fuck, they were probably both going to die, who was he kidding – and it was all his fault. Typical. He had managed to find the one person in the galaxy who wanted to help him, actually help him without wanting anything in return, and he was the one who was going to get her killed.

Tiarek was going to be furious. About her, at least. Boba still wasn't sure what his brother thought about him; he cared, clearly, but Boba wasn't sure if it was just his sense of honor or if he maybe felt the memories that the kaminii demagolkase had stolen from him, locked deep in his mind.

Arseven honked frantically and spun his spotlight behind them. Boba tossed Ahsoka to the ground and aimed his blaster in the direction of the light.

Something tiny, reptilian, and vaguely rat-shaped scurried across the floor of the tunnel.

Boba lowered his blaster and glared at Arseven. "I meant for Geonosians," he snapped at the astromech.

Arseven cooed apologetically and if Boba didn't know better he would have said that the droid was embarrassed.

"She's probably already got a concussion, you know," Boba grunted at the droid as he hauled Ahsoka onto his back again. "She – ugh – she doesn't need – come on, you leggy bitch – any more head trauma." He finally got her up and turned just in time to see a hissing Geonosian drone at the end of the tunnel raise its spear.

Boba tried to draw but he wasn't fast enough. The spear hit him square in the chestplate and sent him flying backwards. He landed hard on Ahsoka and heard a sick crunching noise.

Arseven screeched and sprayed liquid nitrogen in the drone's face. It reared back, screaming and clawing at its eyes. Boba aimed from the ground and plugged it three times in the face, then it fell dead to the ground with a noise like a tea kettle.

"Fuck," Boba panted, lowering his smoking blaster. "Fucking fuck!" He yanked the spear out of the plastoid and tossed it, trying not to barf. If he hadn't had her cuirass on, they would have both been skewered like a pair of fucking runis. "Thank you, Tiarek," he mumbled, then realized he was still sitting on Tiarek's Jedi.

"Oh shit, let me get off– I'm sorry! Sorry, sorry, shit–" Boba holstered his blaster and then rolled Ahsoka onto her back. Her left arm flopped in a way that made him want to puke. "Did I–" Boba gasped. "It's broken. I broke her fucking arm. Shit, shit, shit!" He stood up and placed frantic hands on his head. "Shit, Ahsoka, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Arseven let out a series of panicked beeps and started to bounce.

"Okay, okay, um–" Boba spun and looked at Arseven. "You gotta carry her. I have to keep my blaster out."

Arseven honked indignantly and waved his spotlight at him. Boba didn't speak binary but the implication was clear.

"I've got a flashlight too, now hold on." Dad had made sure Boba knew the basics of bonesetting, though he'd probably never expected him to use the lesson on a Jedi. He unclipped Ahsoka's leather belt, careful to not bump the buttons on the lightsabers clipped to it, then untied the sash it covered. Something clattered to the ground once he'd freed the cloth from behind her back and bounced a few feet away.

Boba and Arseven leaned in to look. On the tunnel floor was some sort of tooth, wide and flat and off-white; clearly a molar but way too big to be Human. Boba gingerly picked it up and examined it. "The fuck?" he muttered. He tucked it into his pocket for safekeeping and started searching for something to serve as a splint. He decided her gauntlet would have to do, and after he unstrapped it from her wrist he saw that there was a hilt sticking out of the end.

"Woah." Boba unsheathed the big vibroblade that was almost as long as her arm. He glanced down at her. "Didn't know you were allowed to use these," he mumbled to himself. "Good thing, though. Makes this easier." He carefully sliced the sleeve of her robe up to her shoulder and then made a second pass to get at her undertunic, going even slower the second time so as not to nick her.

When he got above her elbow he almost choked. The skin there was mottled black and her whole upper arm was swollen twice the size it should be. "This… this isn't new," he muttered. "What the hell, Tano? This why you've been favoring it?" He kept cutting until her arm was completely exposed and gently probed her bicep with his fingers to see just how bad the break was. "At least it's not through the skin," he mumbled, gently rotating her elbow. It didn't move right. It had broken clean in half.

She gasped in pain but didn't wake up.

"Sorry," Boba said again, then made a face. "And sorry for this." He gingerly strapped the gauntlet over her skinny bicep after maneuvering the bone as best he could back to its original position, praying to whoever was listening that he wasn't ripping up her arteries because he didn't know what the hell what Togs had in there, then tightened it down.

Ahsoka cried out and tears flowed down her cheeks, but she still didn't wake up.

"Sorry," Boba said miserably for what felt like the millionth time. "Okay, we have to move." He used her sash to tie her splinted arm to her chest, then stood and hooked his arms under her armpits and dragged her over to Arseven. "Don't drop her," he ordered the droid as he draped her awkwardly over his dome. Her lekku flopped towards the ground and tickled her nose. He slung her leather belt over his shoulder, nervously adjusting the lightsabers, then motioned at the droid to follow.

Arseven made an affronted honk at the indignity of it all and wheeled after Boba down the tunnel.

Ahsoka came to in a fog. She was in some sort of medbay, though she didn't recognize it, but the smell of antiseptic and old blood was unmistakable. She blinked bleary eyes around the room and tried to sit up.

"Easy, mo nighean," a familiar voice beside her said soothingly.

She turned her head slowly and squinted at him. "Bobi?" she mumbled through numb lips.

"Hello, my dear." Obi-Wan leaned forward and gently dabbed sweat off her face with a damp cloth. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm…" she looked around the room. "Where are we?"

"Back at the base." He leaned back and smiled at her. "When I received word that you had been ambushed, I mustered the 212th and rushed here as quickly as I could."

"How…" She stretched her jaw with a wince. "How many casualties?"

"None." Obi-Wan smiled. "Not a single one, Ahsoka."

"Thank the Force," she sighed, and let her heavy head rest on the pillow again.

"They found Jango's armor. They're going through the files in the war room now." Obi-Wan picked a piece of ice out of a cup and ran it over her lips. "They think that there might be a lead on the Sith Lord in there. It's promising. You may have just ended this war."

"Really?" she breathed, unable to believe it. "That's… that's…"

"And there was all of the information on the Cuy'val Dar that you could have asked for. Boba's going through the list now with Master Plo."

Ahsoka could have cried with joy. "Who would've thought?" she whispered. "It was here the whole time. We could have ended the war before ever leaving Geonosis if we had just looked."

"If only." She could hear the smile in his voice. "I am so, so proud of you, Ahsoka." His bare hand grasped hers. "And I owe you an apology."

Ahsoka suddenly remembered that she was mad at him.

His thumb gently stroked hers. "What I did to you and Anakin was unconscionable. I made a terrible, terrible mistake. I understand why you're so angry, and you have every right to be. I can only hope to earn your forgiveness."

Ahsoka closed her eyes. She must have been given painkillers; they made her connection to the Force foggier than a Trandoshan dawn and she couldn't see even a wisp of his aura. "Thank you for saying that, Master," she said quietly.

"...she snaps out of it. Come on, I need your light."

Ahsoka tilted her head, confused.

"Whoever is out there can wait," Obi-Wan said harshly, glancing at the door before looking at her again with a soft smile. She saw the dimple under his beard deepen. "You can't run away from me, now. I intend to make the most of this time."

Ahsoka fiddled with her IV awkwardly.

"I haven't done a very good job of protecting you, have I?" Obi-Wan asked quietly, taking her hand again.

Ahsoka frowned. "What do you mean?"

Obi-Wan looked at her sadly. "I know what Anakin did to you, Ahsoka."

"You–" her eyes went wide and panic clawed at her throat. "No, I… I don't know what Cody told you, but–"

"You don't have to protect him anymore, dear." Obi-Wan moved to sit on the side of her bed. "He is a grown man and a Knight besides. He is supposed to protect you, not the other way around."

"That's not true," she whispered.

"I assure you, he's quite grown." Obi-Wan's eyes crinkled in a soft smile. "You've been taking care of him for too long, Ahsoka. It's time he grew up and finally faced some consequences for his lack of control."

"Please don't remove me," she begged. "He didn't mean it. It was his mech hand, it got stuck, it… he didn't mean to actually hurt me."

Obi-Wan sighed. "He did. We both know he did. That's what he does. He hurts people and then he convinces them that they were to blame for it, because he is incapable of taking responsibility for his own mistakes."

All at once the air was sucked out of her chest and she arched her back away from the bed. A lightning bolt of white-hot agony shot up her arm and she struggled for the breath to scream.

"Muscle spasms," Obi-Wan said sympathetically. "Your arm was broken again in the battle. Anakin did a terrible job of healing it. I assume his emotions were too heightened to do it properly."

"Shit, Ahsoka, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"I'm so, so sorry," Obi-Wan continued, overlapping the voice she heard outside of the room. "I wish that you felt you could come to me. You did nothing to deserve this."

Ahsoka bit down the desperate urge to defend Anakin. "I know that he struggles with his anger, Master, but he was just so lost," she panted. "It was an accident."

"It's all my fault," he said regretfully. "It was my supposed death that put him in such a state. I thought he could handle it, but evidently not." He looked away. "You were supposed to be my Padawan, remember. I should have fought harder for you. You deserve to have a Master who won't hurt you."

Ahsoka took a shuddering breath. "But–"

"But nothing, Ahsoka." Obi-Wan's eyes were heavy with guilt. "You deserve love. Safety. Someone that will teach you without changing who you are at your core. Not an overgrown child who will break your arm during a temper tantrum."

"He hasn't changed me," she said weakly. "He makes me better. Stronger. He's made sure I could survive anything."

"At what cost?" Obi-Wan kissed her hand. "You are changing, my dear, like it or not. I've known you since you were three years old. I've watched you grow into a strong, wonderful, kind Jedi, but now I fear that his darkness is infecting you." He met her eyes. "You felt it, didn't you? After my funeral, when he hurt you. You broke yourself open gleaning all of that darkness away from him, and after everything you did he repaid you with violence. That's what he always does. He takes, and takes, and takes, until finally there's nothing left to give and then he turns on you and blames you for failing him."

Ahsoka felt her lip quiver.

"Oh, mo nighean, come here." Obi-Wan pulled her up into a hug and wrapped his arms around her just like he had when she was a little girl. She buried her face in his neck with a choked sob. She had missed him so much. She didn't want to be angry at him. She felt it poisoning her memories of them together, turning them bitter and rancid.

"I don't want you to worry about Anakin anymore," he whispered against her montral, softly petting the root of her rear lek. "If you truly feel that you two should not be separated, I will–"

"I do!" Ahsoka said immediately.

Obi-Wan huffed a quiet laugh. "Then I will not separate you. But there will be a change. He will never, ever hurt you again." He pulled back and she saw his eyes had hardened. "He will regret it if he does."

" ...show the first trooper you see, they'll find Pelter and muster out here. I hope. We've got two fucking Jedi trapped down here, after all."

Ahsoka looked at the door, confused. "Boba?" she called.

"He's with Plo, dear, remember?" Obi-Wan stroked her face gently and smiled. "You have nothing to worry about."

"But what was–"

"It's nothing, Ahsoka, nothing." Obi-Wan eased his way into the bed beside her and wrapped her protectively in his arms. "You're safe here with me. Just rest."

She closed her eyes and snuggled closer against him.

"There's my little tick," he chuckled quietly. "Do you remember when I'd call you that as a youngling? You were always clinging to me back then. Qui-Gon thought it was hilarious."

"Yes." She smiled into his robes.

"I remember the first time you came face-to-face with akul lilies," he said softly. "You screamed so loud that I thought you were being murdered. I had to come and save you, and then you wouldn't let me put you down for hours."

They both laughed and Ahsoka felt her stripes go warm.

"I treasure those memories," Obi-Wan admitted. He scratched between her montrals and she began to purr. "I always regretted allowing the Council to convince me that I doted on you too much. I abandoned you back then too, didn't I?"

Ahsoka was shocked to hear him say something she'd only ever thought in her weakest moments. "It's alright," she murmured. "You're here now. That's what matters."

"But still. We lost so much time." The room was warm and so was Obi-Wan. She was getting drowsy. "I always thought of you as the daughter I'd never have. I love you so much, Ahsoka."

"I love you too, Bobi," she murmured, nuzzling into his neck. His beard tickled her forehead.

"You're not my fucking dad! My dad is dead! I watched him fucking die, now go away!"

Ahsoka jerked at the voice. "Was that Boba?" she asked, frowning at the door.

"No, dear, he's with Plo," he reminded her patiently. "Just rest. Stay here with me."

She put her face back in his neck and breathed in the warm, comforting smell of incense and cologne and warm skin. "Can I still see Boba after he picks a new guardian?" she asked quietly.

"Of course, dear. I see no reason not to. You've been a calming influence on him."

She laughed, remembering the way he'd insulted Obi-Wan in the hangar. "I'm sorry he made fun of your–"

The words died before they could leave her lips. His razor rash. He had shaved his head and beard to impersonate Rako Hardeen.

She froze.

"I don't know what the fuck you are, but you're not him!"

Ahsoka looked up at the man with a full head of luxurious auburn hair who held her in his arms.

Obi-Wan blinked rapidly and disappeared, and when the sound of a blaster bolt deflecting off of beskar rang through the room like a bell the room went with him.

Boba touched the stone wall of the tunnel. "Here. It's here, right? Bring up the map again."

Arseven projected his map of the tunnels and Boba nodded, identifying their ninety-degree bend. "Yeah. This is it. Alright, let's just hope that the wall isn't thicker than what her lightsaber can cut." Boba carefully detached the bigger one from its clip on Ahsoka's belt, triple-checked it was facing the right way, then thumbed the button. The vivid green beam shot out and he nearly dropped it out of nerves.

At least it wasn't purple.

Boba swallowed hard and carefully started cutting into the wall. There was resistance like he was trying to push something hollow underwater, but otherwise it sank right to the hilt. He stopped a few times when the rock got too hot for his fingers, but after a minute he had carved a careful square into the wall.

He turned off the blade and shoved the piece of rock forward as hard as he could. The bright orange light of the canyon poured into the pitch black and nearly blinded him.

"Boba!"

Boba dropped the saber and spun with his blaster drawn, shaking and spotty-eyed from his small glimpse of the sun. "Wolffe?" he forced out. There was no answer. "Did you hear that?" he whispered to Arseven.

The astromech beeped and shook its spotlight back and forth in a clear no.

Boba swallowed hard and picked the saber back up. Maybe they were looking for them in another tunnel and couldn't hear him respond. He didn't dare yell any louder than he had so he continued to cut carefully into the wall, kicking the chunks out into the canyon. He finally carved a rough rectangle big enough for Arseven to fit through.

He sprayed the rock floor with his liquid nitrogen canister so he didn't burn his hands and then peered over the edge. His heart sank. There was no way he was making it down a thousand-foot drop to the bottom of the canyon without a jetpack, and Arseven's boosters weren't strong enough to support the weight of the three of them combined. If they tried to go one at a time, the unconscious Ahsoka would almost definitely fall off of the droid's dome. He turned and motioned at Arseven. "C'mere, turn your holocam on."

Arseven beeped curiously but obeyed.

"This is Boba Fett. I'm with the Jedi Ahsoka Tano. She's been injured really badly and we've been separated from Plo Koon and the Wolfpack. We need reinforcements right away. There's a whole fucking army down here of Geonosians. Follow the coordinates on Plo's Arseven unit. Dad told me that the Geonosians who live underground are scared of sunlight so we should be okay for a little while, but I don't know if that will hold them back for long."

"Where are you, son?"

Boba spun and aimed down the dark tunnel. He didn't see anything, but he had definitely heard something. It had to be Wolffe looking for him. "You have to hurry," he forced himself to continue, turning back to the holocam. "Bring everyone. I mean fucking everyone, I'm serious about the army. And call for reinforcements on your way." He glanced down the tunnel again. "Boba out."

Boba clicked off Arseven's holocam and motioned his head at the canyon. "Go on and fly to the base as fast as you can. You show the first trooper you see, they'll find Pelter and muster out here." Boba grimaced. "I hope. We've got two fucking Jedi trapped down here, after all."

Arseven honked reluctantly. He stopped at the edge of the opening, flashed his light at Boba twice, then jetted off.

Boba sank down on his haunches and buried his face in his hands. He suddenly felt very, very alone. He'd protect Ahsoka as long as he could, but… but…

"Fuck," he choked out, trying not to cry. He didn't want to have to protect her. He didn't even know if he wanted to find Dad's armor anymore because he'd probably still be in it and that would be the new last touch of his father. Not the brief kov'nyn he'd given Boba right before he had put on his helmet and started fighting, but the touch of dead leather and rotten bones.

He wondered if they had gotten the helmet. He'd dropped it running to escape the arena, would the bugs have known to keep it together? Was it even still together? What if they'd melted it down and sold it to pay for battledroids?

He didn't know. He was afraid to know. The clicking in the walls was getting louder and he really didn't want to fucking be here anymore.

He sat with his back to the daylit canyon and pulled Ahsoka's head into his lap, trying to keep both of them in the light. He pulled her belt off of his shoulder and hooked the lightsaber back on it. "I'm sorry, ori'vod," he whispered. His vision went blurry with tears. She twitched like a dreaming massiff in his lap. "We never should've come here. I'm sorry."

"Bo'ika, can you hear me?"

Boba froze. The voice came from the end of the pitch black tunnel where the sunlight didn't reach. It wasn't real. It couldn't be real.

"Come to me, Boba. It's alright now. Daddy's here."

"Dad?" Boba whispered, trembling. It wasn't possible. He'd... he'd seen Windu…

"Leave the jetii and come to me, son." There was a glint of silver just beyond where the sunlight stopped. "You don't need that thing. Let's get out of here together."

"You're dead," Boba whimpered. He scooted back and carefully lowered Ahsoka's head to the ground. "I saw you die. You're…"

"You'd choose the jetii over your own father?" the voice hissed.

"N-no, I…"

"Boba, come here now!" the voice bellowed. It sounded just like him but it couldn't be him, it couldn't.

"Fuck off!" Boba shouted, drawing his deece. He kept it aimed at the shine as he struggled to his feet. "You're not my fucking dad! My dad is dead! I watched him fucking die, now go away!"

"Am I not enough for you?" the voice snapped venomously. "You left me to die, and now you're helping the jetiise!"

"No," Boba sobbed. His hands shook with fear and adrenaline. "No, I didn't… I never would have…"

"Then why won't you come to me now?" Dad whispered, suddenly gentle again. "K'olar, Bo'ika. Come to me. We can be together again."

"No," Boba forced through his tears. "No, you're not him. You're not."

"What are you afraid of, Boba?" He saw the outline of the kar'ta beskar on his father's cuirass. "I would never hurt you, son. I love you."

Boba shook his head. "No. No, you're not real."

"Don't you want to be with me? Mama is here too. So is Cassus."

Boba almost collapsed. "They're dead!" he sobbed. "They're dead too, because, because you…"

"You never saw their bodies," the voice said silkily. "I had to tell you they were dead, Bo'ika, so they could be safe. I would never hurt them."

Boba's sweaty hands shook so badly that he could barely keep a grip on the deece. "But you did," he whispered. "You killed them, and you tried to kill Tiarek."

"But not you. Never you, Boba." A beskar greave crossed the threshold of sunlight. "Let's go home, son." Hissing and clicking echoed in the tunnel behind him.

Boba screwed his eyes shut. "We don't have a home anymore," he whispered. "You're not my dad. I don't know what the fuck you are, but you're not him!"

"Boba, come to me!" the thing that wasn't his father screamed at him.

Boba pulled the trigger and heard the bolt deflect off of the beskar like a bell. His eyes shot open as a primal growl erupted behind him that made every hair on his body stand up, and the dark tunnel flooded with emerald green light. A Geonosian wearing his father's beskar'gam and a headpiece made of Human finger bones and insect wings recoiled with a scream, immediately echoed by the dozens of drones holding spears behind it.

Ahsoka darted forward and closed the distance between them before Boba could even blink. She took the leader's head off its shoulders with one powerful swing and then sliced her way through the swarm of screeching, clicking bugs it had stood at the head of.

Boba tried to still his shaking hands and started firing at the packed swarm. He managed to pick off six before Ahsoka cut her way to the back and disappeared around a bend. His eyes darted between her shadow and the… the thing that had stolen his father's armor. It had tied feathers to the jetpack thrusters and his customized WESTAR-34 hung around its neck like a trophy.

He wanted to step forward and rip it off but his feet felt like they'd been cemented to the tunnel floor. How had it known? About Mama and Cassus, how had it known?

He heard a final, distant hiss like steam escaping a pot and then Ahsoka reappeared around the bend, sweating and breathing hard from exertion. She put her saber back on her belt, stepped over the thing's corpse, and pushed his blaster down before pulling him into a one-armed hug that squeezed the breath from his lungs.

"Are you okay?" she asked in a cracking voice.

Boba closed his eyes and burrowed into her sweaty neck, trying not to cry. " 'Lek. Ahsoka, a'ni buir, ni buir ru'jorhaa'i, n-n-nayc, kih'bas ru'johaa'i ti ner jorad be'buir–"

"Shh, I'm here," Ahsoka murmured. Her chest rumbled weakly. "It's alright, Boba, I'm here. Just breathe."

"How did it know?" he whimpered. "How did it know those things a-about my dad?"

"I don't know what it was, but it was Force sensitive. It trapped me in a vision when I was searching for the armor's aura." She glanced behind them. "Looks like the search is over."

"Yeah," Boba whispered.

"Okay, we–" Ahsoka winced and stepped back. Her eyes went round as they focused on the hole in his borrowed cuirass. "Cac, Boba, what happened?"

"A drone threw a spear at me," Boba said with a sniffle.

Her jaw dropped to her chest. "A spear?" she squawked. "Okay, start from the beginning."

Boba wiped his nose. "Um, the floor just… it just opened up. Then we – me, you, and Arseven – fell down into the chamber below, but Plo and Wolffe and all the rest were still up above."

Ahsoka looked at her arm and bit her lip. "Yeah, that would have done it," she sighed.

"Yeah," Boba squeaked, choosing not to confess that he'd broken it by falling on her. "But you were totally out of it. They got attacked up above and Plo yelled at us to hide, but then we got jumped in the tunnel – that's when I got speared – but I took it down. I got us here and cut the wall so Arseven could go get reinforcements."

"That was good thinking," Ahsoka said, then narrowed her eyes. "Wait, why didn't you go with him?"

"You'd prefer it if I left you to be bug food?" Boba snapped defensively. "Ungrateful, much?"

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. "I would prefer that you were safe at the base, but you're right. I definitely would have been bug food." She smiled, and even though she was clearly in a lot of pain, it was genuine. She touched foreheads with him. "Vor entye, vod'ika."

Boba felt his cheeks go pink. "Yeah, well, Tiarek would have killed me if I had left you," he mumbled.

It may have just been the way her lekku had swelled up, but it looked like her stripes got darker. Her head tilted and she let her jaw fall open, clicking softly in the back of her throat for a few seconds before drawing her lightsaber and spinning with it ignited. "Stay behind me," she said quietly.

Boba aimed over her left shoulder. "What is it?"

"Footsteps," she mumbled. "Coming around the bend. In three, two, one–"

Boba pulled the trigger right before Ahsoka gasped for him to hold his fire, but Plo easily deflected the bolt with his blue lightsaber. "Sorry!" he squeaked.

"Master," Ahsoka sighed in visible relief, deactivating her blade.

"Little 'Soka." Plo swept her up in a careful hug, mindful of her splinted arm. He reached around her and yanked Boba into his other arm. "Mii-in khu-khud. I'm so thankful to have found you both safe."

"Ahs'ika!" Wolffe jogged down the tunnel and put a hand on his shoulder. "Kid, where the hell have you two been? We've been up and down these tunnels–"

"Mangle, your skills are required," Plo interrupted. "Sit, Padawan. Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"My back is killing me," she admitted, sinking down with his help. "I think I hurt it in the fall."

Boba bit his tongue.

"We are safe for now, I believe. We ran into a swarm not far from here. Some were already injured."

"Yeah, that was probably the swarm running from us," Ahsoka laughed humorlessly.

Mangle took a knee beside her and examined her swelling arm. "I'll give you something for the pain, Commander, but I'd rather not do any more damage to it by trying to rewrap it here. It's already secure, I'll just do more damage."

Ahsoka didn't look happy about it. "Alright," she said, wincing at the touch of his hands. "Sh– Fr– Heck, that really stings."

"Just say fuck," Boba sighed, fighting not to smile at her primness.

Ahsoka shook her head and pointedly looked away from Plo.

"Want me to say it for you?" he asked sympathetically.

"Boba, no," she choked, caught between laughter and tears. "But, uh, the adrenaline is wearing off and this is really starting to hurt."

"Not for long," Mangle said with a snicker, then jammed a hypospray into her left shoulder.

"Where is Arseven?" Plo asked, his brows furrowed. "Did he not fall with you?"

"I sent him back to the base for backup," Boba said.

"We'll need more troopers than what is at the base to safely clear out this hive," Plo said grimly.

"The hell is this thing?" Comet asked, kicking the Geonosian.

The Kel Dor's eyes found the beskar'gam. "A shaman, I believe. I felt its attempt to prey upon our minds, but because it had chosen Ahsoka to focus on I was able to shield us from its intrusion." He turned to Boba. "Are you alright?" he asked gently.

Boba nodded. He'd been trying not to look at it, but now he couldn't seem to look away. The Geonosian shaman had cut his dad's undersuit away and had reattached it to what he really, really fucking hoped wasn't Human leather. The crown had fallen off of its head and lay in pieces, the Human finger bones that made up the bulk of it had scattered everywhere. It had his dad's helmet clipped to its belt and had filled it with little green eggs.

Sinker sprayed the inside of the helmet with his entire can of liquid nitrogen before kicking it over and smashing the individual eggs under his boot. Boost knelt down and picked it up, then looked over at Boba. "This belongs to you, kid," he said quietly, holding out the helmet.

Boba stepped forward and took it with trembling hands. He turned it and stared down at the visor, just like he had that day.

He was glad in a way that his father's body was gone, even though it meant he'd never get a proper burial. He wouldn't have cared about that anyway. This was what was important. This is what held his soul, not his body, and Boba could go on remembering the last touch of his dad being with living flesh and not rot.

"You good, ad'ika?" Wolffe asked him quietly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Boba nodded, though it felt like a lie.

"Go sit with Ahsoka. We'll strip it." Wolffe gently steered him back towards his ori'vod and gave him a pat on the back.

Boba took the steps forward without really feeling them and sank down beside Ahsoka and Plo in the light. The elder Jedi put a clawed hand on his shoulder.

"Armor or no, your father will always be with you," Plo said gently. "He has joined the Force, and the Force flows through all living things."

"He's not a living thing," Boba said, staring down at the helmet. He traced the dent.

"But you are." Plo rubbed his arm soothingly. "Every cell in your body is alive with him. He cannot leave you, Boba. That is the nature of the Force."

Ahsoka's jaw dropped open and she tilted her head. "I hear…" she mumbled, nodding a bit from the painkiller. "I hear wings."

"Wolffe?" Plo asked immediately, turning to the trooper.

"We got it all, General." Wolffe finished loading the last piece of beskar into Mangle's ruck.

Plo quickly got to his feet and ignited his lightsaber. He cut a hole triple the size of the one Boba had sweated over in less than a second then shoved out the rock with his powers. The tunnel flooded with sunlight. "Let us waste no more time in this wretched dark," he said. "Boba, I thank you for protecting Ahsoka in her hour of need. I would ask that you continue to do so for a little while longer."

Boba put his helmet on and accepted the WESTAR from Wolffe with a grim nod.

"Wolffe, remind me of the range of the JT-12 jetpack," Plo said, peering up the canyon wall.

"Just over twenty meters per second of fuel at full blast," he replied, joining the Jedi at the edge.

"And that is for the weight of a single man, correct?"

"Yes, General," Wolffe said grimly. "With the fuel we've got left, I'm not sure we could make it up the whole–"

"Pelter to Wolffe, do you copy?" Wolffe's commlink crackled. "I repeat, Pelter to Wolffe, do you copy?"

"Wolffe, copy, over." the trooper barked immediately.

Boba felt dust from the tunnel ceiling fall onto his helmet. There was a subsonic rumbling getting closer.

"We are en route with fucking everyone, as requested. ETA five minutes, over."

"Copy that. We've got a swarm on the way. We'll hold out as long as possible. Over and out." Wolffe looked at Boba. "Guess Arseven made it back, though I don't think that's the wording he would have used."

Boba shrugged and checked the shots on his WESTAR. It wasn't made for extended firefights like the DC-17 was and only held twenty shots to the Blastech model's fifty, but it could be fired twice as fast with three times the power. Dad had left him eight shots. He switched it to his left hand and drew the deece. He'd use them both until he ran dry.

"Think we can last another five minutes?" Boost asked casually, readying his carbine.

"Let us hope so," Plo replied. "Stay in the light, men."

Wolffe, Sinker, Boost, stood three to a man while Mangle and Comet took a knee directly in front of them, forming a firing line that would decimate anything that crawled from the pitch black tunnel. Boba took a knee beside Comet and in front of Ahsoka and aimed his blasters into the darkness, waiting for insectoid eyeshine. He could feel the hum of Plo's lightsaber in his teeth.

"Five seconds," Ahsoka said wearily, doing her best to stay awake despite the drugs. Boba had just opened his mouth to ask Mangle if he had accidentally given the overgrown tooka a trooper-size dose when a swarm of Geonosians piled around the corner like an avalanche of roaches, shoving and clicking and hissing and coming right for them.

The Wolfpack mowed them down with a firestorm of bolts. Boba gritted his teeth and picked his shots, taking down two with a single bolt before plugging a fat one in the front at the knee. It went down and blocked the tunnel, trapping them and making them easy pickings for the others.

Ahsoka snatched the deece from Comet's thigh holster and popped off three shots at the end of the tunnel illuminated by sunlight. "Movement," she slurred. "They're staying out of the… the light, but they're there."

"Reloading!" Wolffe called, dropping to a knee. Boba killed four more bugs before the WESTAR went empty, then he tucked it into his belt and kept firing with the deece. Plo slid on his knees to the opposite bend of the sunlit tunnel and took on the swarm invading from that side, gracefully spinning like an ice-blue tornado of light.

The noise the Geonosians made as they died was fucking haunting; something between a hissing aklay, scratched porcelain and a teakettle on a rolling boil. "Reloading!" he barked when he had two shots left, then put them into a bug's face and replaced his tibanna canister in under a second. There were so many bodies on their side of the tunnel that he didn't know how the bugs were managing to get over them.

He spotted a line of worms rapidly inching towards them on the ground. He sprayed a wide line of liquid nitrogen and watched as they instantly shriveled up and shattered. He raised his weapon to fire again and had cut down two more drones when he felt the floor begin to rumble.

The LAAT/i descending into the canyon outside brought a gust of wind with it that was strong enough to jiggle Ahsoka's montrals.

"Copaani gaan?" Pelter called at them over the thrusters. Beside him, Arseven squealed happily and bounced back and forth on his servos.

"Move out!" Wolffe bellowed, slowly backing up to the hole while still firing.

Boba killed three more before he holstered his deece, slung Ahsoka's unbroken arm around his neck, then jumped them both over the narrow gap to the LAAT/i.

The troopers followed one by one and then finally Plo, covered head-to-toe in Geonosian hemolymph, made a running leap for the gunship. Once he landed the LAAT/i immediately started its ascent. Boba awkwardly stumbled over to a seat and put Tano in one. He took the one next to her before he fell from the turbulence, then pulled his helmet off.

"You're early," Wolffe said warmly, pulling Pelter into a one-armed hug.

"You have our thanks, Commander," Plo nodded. He accepted a sanicloth from one of the ARFs with a medic's sigil on his shoulder and scrubbed at his gooey face.

"You did amazing," Ahsoka said, smiling loopily at Boba.

Boba looked down at the helmet. The sweat on his scalp was tacky and clammy, even in the hot Geonosian air. "Thanks," he said quietly, more to the helmet than to her.

Arseven wheeled over to him, beeping enthusiastically, then tilted forward for a head pat.

"Good job, buddy," Boba snickered, giving him a good rub.

Arseven cooed happily and bumped his knees.

Ahaoka put an orange hand on the top of his helmet. "Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum." she said softly. "Jango Fett."

Kaisa Skirata. Cassus Fett. "Jango Fett," he echoed quietly, then rested his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes.

Notes:

MANDO'A TRANSLATIONS Ul'ika: little donkey (Wolffe likes Plo's robot dog and only Plo's robot dog) Me'vaar ti gar: what's new with you/what's up? Naas: nothing Ke'haaranovor: go hide Osik: shit To'bevikse: mando nunchaku (lit 'chain sticks') 'Lek: Yes a'ni buir, ni buir ru'jorhaa'ir, n-n-nayc, kih'bas ru'johaa'i ti ner jorad be'buir: But my dad, my dad said, no, the bug said with my dad's voice– Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum: I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal. (Mando remembrance of the dead) MAOR-GRASTA TRANSLATIONS Mo nighean: my girl Cac: shit KEL DOR TRANSLATIONS Koh-to-yah: hello/goodbye (Wind guide you) Mii-in khu-khud: My kids (not blood relation, Kel Dor would just say offspring [it's informal to them], just children in general) OTHER NOTES Yes I know Boba boobytrapped the helmet as a bomb for Mace. I also know that he somehow fuckin has it later, complete with the dent. But fr, from a meta standpoint Boba would never turn the only part of his dad that he had left into a bomb. There's no explanation on how he got the helmet back so once again I do what I want ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Ahsoka goes ekekekek and that's her "echolocation" ability. because god knows I will spend hours too much time making up logical backflips for George Lucas' unique alien designs why the FUCK does a carnivore have two stomachs George 😃👍 Hard drugs blocking the Force (or at least making a person too fucked up to focus) is a Legends canon thing. Cade Skywalker smokes space crack so the ghost of Luke can't yell at him lol

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[cacodaemonia]

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

Heyyy :D

Oh that's a good one. I have so many worldbuilding things I've come up with that I like, but I tend to have a lot of fun with my headcanons about how HUDs, and ARF HUDs in particular, work. I always like adding in details about how they're controlled from inside a helmet, their different features, etc. XD;

<3

#asks #fanfic asks

[massiff-daddy]

Hey vod. Gonna be comm silent for the next bit. About to ship out to [REDACTED BY GAR SECURITY FILTER]. Kriff, the casualties on this campaign are [REDACTED BY GAR SECURITY FILTER]. I've never seen anything like it. Can you send me some Grizz pics so I have something good to look forward to when I get back to [REDACTED BY GAR SECURITY FILTER]? It's been a long karking day, and it's not over yet.

That reminds me, I heard this song that I thought Fox would absolutely hate. Can you blast it into his helmet comms?

Hey, brother Fox still gets his daily reports from the front lines, been a long time since we've seen the same battalion at the top of the list for this long. Just know we're always thinkin about you out there. We know our 501st boys are in good hands with you there. You'll be back home in no time, vod, until then Grizzy's here to make you smile.

Don't think I ever showed this one to you, our ARF trainer was a hard ass, but he had a soft spot and made sure we had some holos to look back on. Baby Grizzer is arguably the cutest Grizzer! [see file attachment]

Thorn took this one, look at that smile! [see file attachment]

And of course my favorite collage [see file attachment]

Senator Amidala just sent me this one this morning. I'm glad she has a sense of humor, some of the other senate dweebs not so much [see file attachment]

P.S. That is the best song I've ever heard and rest assured, it will be stuck in Fox's head in no time!

Keep your head down, brother, see you soon.

#also I gave her belly rubs for you #she's curled up on my feet while I finish reports #i outrank everyone #jango's boyz

[antvnger]

*A little puppy has wandered in, his name is @tobytheblacklabrp and he has Scott's helmet! What is that little rascal doing? He's growling playfully and his tail is wagging... Perhaps, he is trying to bait into a friendly game of chase?* "Arf Arf!"

Scott hears the barks and turns to see the little puppy. But it’s not his puppy. That’s not Cami. It’s a cute little lab. “Hey, you little cutie, where did you come from? And how I’m the word did you get my helmet?”

Scott crouches down and holds out his hands to the puppy. “Hey buddy,” he calls sweetly, “come here. Come here, you’ve got something of mine, and I’d like it back.”

#ask scott lang #scott lang #ant-man #toby #toby the black lab #tobytheblacklab #this is awfully cute #lol #I like this #ant man #antman

[lost-on-kamino]

Surprise it's notes time with Rogue and we're doing Bumblebee! (Brought to you by Transformers Star Wars) and his teammate.

Since I am... slightly failing at getting to my computer today. And I need to put things down.

Bumblebee is going to be a ARF Trooper under Hound as he recovers from a devastating wound to his neck (Being check on regularly by a Wonderful Medic! ((Remememedys if Terra lets me ;; )). Formerly with the 212th as a Scout and keeps his colours (Majorly Yellows) along with his new colours of Red and White.

He has a Massiff who works as his support dog but also his teammate: Bulkhead. Bumblebee has the lower half of his helmet seperate to wear as a mask to cover his wounds and to protect his neck from further damage and instead speaks using Droid Binary to not strain his vocal chords.

He still patrols frequently along and is ready for action at any moment. Though he enjoys sitting with others and listening to music.

#rogue rambles #star wars ocs #sw bumblebee #sw bulkhead #hes gonna be a corrie boy and looking up to most of the other clones

[cloneloverrrrr]

Requesting Hound and fem reader.

Prompt: Soft, lazy kisses and innocent touches that turn bolder and more sinful as you just can't resist each other.

Dialogue: "That's it, fuck that's a good girl.

GAR wants better relations between civilians and clone soldiers. They invite the citizens to sign up to be paired with a trooper to train alongside with whatever it is that the trooper does. Much to Hounds annoyance he gets stuck with a female that doesn’t know the first thing about massiffs but really wants to learn.After being a complete jerk to her for several days (this really hurts her feelings) he finds out she lives in a not so safe neighborhood. He says he and Grizzer are walking her home and doesn't take no for an answer. After doing this for a couple weeks things finally get smutty. I love all the little details you add smutty and non-smutty.

Sorry it’s so long. 🫤

Please and thank you. 💕

Ohhhh hi my sweetie, I’m so here for these Hound asks, he needs more attention & loving 🥹🥹🥹👀👀👀

Anyway I hope once again I captured him in the way you wanted & I hope you enjoy this fluffy smut with our sexy Arf Trooper🤩🫠

Keep smiling my lovely 🩷

Dividers by my best boo @idontgetanysleep 🥰

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𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1755

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𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧, 𝗣𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁, 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘆, 𝗿𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗯𝗻𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗱𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗠 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱

The day finally came where you had been able to enter the hanger grounds of the GAR, you had been super enthusiastic about your pairing with Arf Trooper Hound and his massiff, so excited that you practically danced over to the start up area, your pretty sure you can see him now- the tall clone with eccentric crimson and white armour along side the slobbering spiked cutie panting away at his heels.

You were introduced to the clone - Sergeant Hound, nothing more than a nod of his head and a small grunt which had you taken aback.

“Hi so nice to meet you Sergeant Hound my name is Daisy” a smiling beaming so brightly it would of blinded him if not for his helmet.

A snappy hello and a tilt of his head sideways is all you got back out of him. Nevertheless you kept a pleasant demeanour and did what he said and tried your best to keep up with his fast pace and numerous facts of the massiff stood by his side.

“This is grizzer, it erm seems she’s taken a shine to you” his reply was dry, short.

Days past by and you continued to make an effort with the Arf Trooper, you where eager to learn more about Hound, his life, his back story, the war and of course Grizzer, there was even a couple of times you brought him his favourite takeaway caf and treats for Grizzer, sadly nothing was breaking this tough shell he was engulfed in.

Tears prickled at the corner of your dazzling chestnut eyes, the impudence on his part was beginning to wear you down, he was blunt, brash and his ungraciousness hurt.

“Time is up. See you tomorrow.” His voice cold, distant.

Your usual sweet voice was undetectable as you fought to stifle a sob. You gazed at him if only for a small moment one tear escapes and dampens your cheek and with that you make your way home. Head down , shoulders weighing heavy.

Hound cocks his head to the side watching you leave, his chest felt uneasy a pain he had never once felt as he watched you depart with an aura of sadness lingering. He followed you keeping a close eye on your every move. Rather shocked to find out you don’t live in a high rise apartment but a few levels further down in a place appearing relatively unsafe after dark. He keeps his distance but never once allows you to come to any harm.

The iridescent rainbow coloured neon lights , cast a gentle lustrous glow across your delicate features. You suck in a sigh before entering the door of your building, yet something you can’t quite put your finger on leaves a niggly feeling in your gut. A set of eyes bore into the back of your head, so you rush in and frantically tap away at the elevators buttons thanking the maker your only a few floors from the safety of your small apartment.

The next day of your pairing with the Coruscant Guard trooper was a pleasant one, he finally removed his helmet and maker was he gorgeous, striking amber eyes, thick dark lashes, a cheeky smile and his curly locks you just want to tangle your fingers in.

“I got this caf for you I hope you like” his voice was softer than you’ve ever heard and a little blush rises in his defined cheeks.

“Thank you Hound it’s my favourite” there goes the beaming smile he is developing a very deep soft spot for.

“Myself and Grizzer will be walking you home tonight mesh’la” a wave of authority washes over his voice as his gaze lingers on your face slowly moving down your bare neck then back up to your eyes.

Those eyes set a fiery blaze within him melting the tough shell around him.

“Oh no that is ok Hound I will be -“

“I won’t take no for an answer mesh’la” he grins.

That word… Mesh’la. It rolls off his tongue so elegantly sending tingles throughout your body.

Each evening after your time spent in the GAR base Hound accompanies you home along with a happy Grizzer, the conversation flows, jokes are cracked and each evening Hound continues to fall for you. Your beauty overwhelms him with no words can describe it. The moon and the stars don't glow as bright or powerful as your eyes. One glance at you, that's all it takes for Hounds gruff exterior to shatter and his heart to beat faster. He made it quite clear you are the only thing in this galaxy that makes him feel the way he does.

You both stop outside the doors of your apartment building, a small silence before Hound removes his helmet, you feel your heart skipping a beat, the soft quiet between you both betraying your stuttering breathing.

Hound steps closer closing the distance between your bodies, his hot breath fans across your face, his natural scent invades your nostrils and he kisses you. The kiss is soft and lazy as a gloved hand gently caresses your cheek, the other placed in the small of your back pulling you flush against his broad body.

His tongue sweeps across your lips a gentle request to explore the inside of your mouth to which you gladly accept.

“Your so beautiful” he groans into the kiss pulling you as close as possible.

You break away leaning your head in the crook is his neck before your eyes dart upto his face.

“Would you both like to come in for some dinner and stay the night?” Your voice barely above a whisper, gentle fingertips graze Hounds strong jawline. A little shiver shoots up his spine.

He places a featherlight kiss upon your temple, his words light and hushed.

“We would love too Daisy”.

A blissful year later and you laid in the arms of your clone lover , Grizzer snoring away snuggled at the end of your bed, a perfect bliss you never wanted to conclude.

Hound holds you tight drawing small circles onto your hip, goosebumps erupt across your soft skin and the heat in your core rises , a bold feeling overtakes you and find yourself straddling Hound grinding achingly slow against his hardening crotch.

“Mesh’la” his low growl is a warning.

“I thought you were tired” his tone rough as he groans closing his eyes letting his head fall back into the pillows, you watch as his stomach muscles flex against your movements.

You lean over licking a small stripe up his chest to his side of his neck. His palms skim over your thighs.

“I’m never too tired for you Sergeant” you moan softly your lips drifting across his throat, the little bites become harder as your hips roll against his erection.

The sudden force of his calloused hands grabbing your hips curling his fingers into you possessively have you gasping aloud. He pulls you down onto him mirroring your grinding movements. His cock throbbing underneath you. You raise your hips up and begin to gently fist his length holding him firm.

“Fuck mesh’la that feels so good” tendons in his neck straining as he tries to keep ahold of any composure.

You remove your hand and begin to kiss down his stomach until your reach his throbbing length. His cock is thick and veiny, the velvet tip swollen dripping beads of pre cum, your tongue swirls around lapping up every salty droplet, you begin sucking the tip of his cock.

“That’s it, fuck that’s a good girl” he hisses his fingers tangled in your silky hair.

His cock twitches as your tongue flattens underneath him.

You freeze for a moment as Grizzer stirs jumping to you both you can’t help but snort out a laugh.

“GRIZZER! Down!” Hound scowls. You roll off Hound onto the bed clutching at your stomach as your laughing becomes that much more. You watch as Hound shoo’s the happy massiff out of the room locking the door behind him.

“Your are rather mean to our little Grizzer” you tease.

“Shut up” Hound scolds you as pins you down on the bed, a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Awww is my dear sweet trooper grum-“ your words are cut off by the force of him impaling you with his thick cock. Your breath hitches and your body tingles with excitement his strong hands grip your hips, strong and unrelenting.

Your eyes shut and breathy moans and groans escape your lips,he hisses through gritted teeth. His cock slides in your tight wet cunt with ease, rubbing and dragging along your walls causing a fulfilling feeling.

You arch your back wrapping your slender legs tight around his waist as he fucks into you at a harsh fast pace. A steamy haze fogs your mind and clouds your vision, your fingers nails digging into the back of his neck leaving crescent marks.

You whimper and moan the harder he fucks you.

“Ohh Hound ohh”

“I love to hear those pretty moans mesh’la” the strain is his voice harsh.

“More- oh fuck more please” you plead and beg.

The way he angels your body has his cock reaching places you never thought possible. Your cunt begins to convulse and flutter your desperate oh so desperate to soak his cock in your juices. His hips rock into you slamming against you harder and harder. In and out. Forcing his cock into your cunt at a devastating angle hitting that perfect spot. Fucking you without any restraint.

“Ohhh stars Hound”

His groans and moans followed by the slapping of skin against skin fill the air in the room.

Shooting stars cast a beautiful glimmer behind your eyes as your body gives way and you cum violently on his throbbing cock. Your body writhes underneath his large scar decorated body. His warm cum splatters your walls as white hot pleasure engulfs you and Hound alike. Hands grasp and claw at each other, bodies fall limp and grind against each other as you both ride out your highs from the sparkling euphoria. Creamy cum leaks out down your thighs staining the sheets below.

“Time to let Grizzer back in” you giggle into his neck.

Hound side eyes you letting out a small chuckle.

“Anything for you my mesh’la.”

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@als-rp-hub replied to your post “NO FUCKING WAY THOSE HELMETS ARE REAL”:

Leman Russ: "On all levels except physical, I am a wolf. Arf!"

that vine's part of a collection of vines that make me irrationally happy nowadays bc of knowing the person in it is trans tbh, shoutout to naia okami

that said leman literally was like "on all levels except physical i am a wolf" back when he was young. like he was raised by wolves he absolutely mustve thought he was a weird wolf at some point

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Lets go capitano thristers first time i saw him i was like AWOOOGAAAAA ARF ARF ARF

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[comm-caribou]

Chapter Twelve: The Lost get Found:

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none (let me know if I missed any!)

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The gunship lowered enough for him to launch the AT-RT out the back. He drove forward, letting the walker run a few paces as to not eat the ground like he had done in the past.

There was so much chatter in his ear from the Commander and his posse. Safe on the ground, he switched to holocomm, seeing them all practically fighting over themselves to talk.

“When you find her,” Cooper explained, “contact us immediately.”

“Don’t move her if she’s hurt!” Boomerang scolded, “you could cause more damage!”

“He knows that,” Mirage said quietly.

“Just making sure,” Boomerang fretted.

“There’s a lot of unusual wildlife out there,” Cooper continued with the briefing, “you and your squad need to be careful.”

Three more AT-RT joined him, sitting patiently waiting for his okay to move.

“Tracks sent you the coordinates of the area we were,” Coyote said, “best you comb through that there. We also sent Hound the last known location from her now unresponsive comm.”

“Commander, you have anything to add?” Cooper asked him.

As if woken from a trance, Hardwire turned to the holo-comm, and said, “please, just find her, Sergeant.”

“Yes, sir,” he responded, closing the call.

Juliette Trix had been their General for close to three months now. She was their longest running General, and he never met her.

He caught glimpses of her when she first arrived in full armor, but never got the chance to say a word to her before Hound was hurt. Then, they’ve been gone for long while helping Hound with his recovery, and she’s been nowhere since they returned.

“Ready, Digger?” Calico asked.

Digger turned to them, smiling under his ARF issued helmet, “ready as I’ll ever be.”

****

“My jet pack. How could I forget my jet pack?”

As she grumbled to herself, Juliette dragged herself from the indent in the ground where she landed. If it weren’t for her armor, she was certain she’d be dead instead of with a sore, possibly broken leg.

She lost her comm in the fall, and wished she knew where it was so she could call someone.

“Maybe they’ll send Fury,” she said to herself, “good, sweet reliable Fury would come for me. Or Shadow, he’s pretty loyal too. Maybe, Coyote? Definitely, Cosmos. All my precious pilots would come for me. I bet they’re flying around now.”

She put her head down, taking a labored breath.

“I wish someone else was here to talk to.”

****

“Hold.”

Mutt hopped off the back of Hound’s walker, kneeling down to the ground.

“What’s that?” Hound lowered the transport down.

Mutt picked up a mess of metal and wire, “broken communicator. Has a heart etched on the back.”

“That’s her,” Calico chuckled.

“You say that like it’s so obvious,” Zombie remarked.

“Do none of you watch her?” Calico scoffed. “I find her quite entertaining.”

Digger sighed, “and you say that like she’s a side attraction.”

“Aren’t we all?” Calico mused, “I imagine when this war ends, because we don’t have any rights and are considered property, they’ll put us in a zoo.”

Digger rolled his eyes, “can you boys focus?”

“A zoo?” Hound asked Calico.

“Or a museum,” Zombie proposed. “They’ll display our dead bodies and all sorts of war junk for civvies to gawk at!”

“We also could be auctioned off,” Mutt laughed, “for the cheap price of one trillion credits, bring home a clone trooper today.”

They all laughed, except Digger.

He clapped his hands, “cut the morbid jokes. We got to find the General.”

“Sir, yes sir,” they all straightened up.

Mutt climbed back on the back of Hound’s AT-RT.

“You know,” Hound began again, “I hear she’s rich.”

“Hound.” Digger warned.

“I’m just wondering,” Hound said, “do you think she’d buy us? Like clones? If we were up for sale, would she?”

“She’d definitely buy Cosmos,” Calico snickered.

“Maybe just her pilots and a few other friends,” Mutt mused. “Probably not us.”

Digger scanned the ground, “you boys stupid?”

“Rude,” Zombie retorted.

“No, seriously,” Digger continued, “this is the same girl who tracked a trooper across Coruscant to save his life based on a rumor she heard from some gossiping Corries. She wouldn’t have to spend any of her credits because she’d just break us all free.”

He stopped, looking to the ground at something shiny. He lowered his walker, getting off as he got closer.

“What’d you find?” Zombie asked.

Digger picked up a purple stone wrapped in wire, attached to a silver chain. It was in a hole in the ground, the size of a person.

“Calico, you notice everything,” Digger turned to his second in command, “did the General wear a lepidolite necklace?”

“Yup.” Calico nodded, “she’s always fiddling with the thing.”

Digger looked around, “fan out, she’s close.”

****

Her hand frantically pat her chest and around her neck.

My necklace! Where’s my necklace?

She felt a tightness in her throat, and tears welling up as she looked for her necklace. With it gone, she now had nothing but memories of Fang, and they were slowly fading away.

A sob escaped her, as she lowered her head crying.

“Sweetheart, why are you crying?” Fang lowered down beside her, turning her face to him.

She felt silly for crying, but still.

“It’s my buir’s birthday,” she wiped her eyes.

Fang brushed her cheek, “I’m sorry, what can I do for you?”

She thought for a moment, “can we go make a cake?”

“I’m not that good at baking,” he smiled bashfully, “but I’ll try.”

He gently dabbed under her eyes, and kissed away any remaining tears.

****

Mutt and Hound went off together, Digger sent Zombie with Calico, and he went off on his own, holding onto the purple stoned necklace.

“Lepidolite,” he chucked, “a lilac colored stone located on more tropical, warmer planets. Technically a mineral.”

“Thank you for the lovely facts,” Hound said into the comm.

“Pop quiz,” Digger scanned the area, “what are its healing properties?”

“Digger, you’re such a nerd,” Mutt teased.

“Wait, wait!” Zombie exclaimed, “I know this one!”

“Tell us,” Calico hummed.

“It’s on the tip of my tongue,” Zombie continued. “Something balance. It’s the balance of… of…”

“Careful, Zombie,” Mutt laughed, “your brain is starting to smoke.”

“Shush your mouth!” Zombie laughed, “I give up.”

“Emotional balance,” Digger smiled, “it helps with emotional balance.”

After a second, Zombie said, “I knew that.”

“Did you?” Calico teased, “did you really?”

“Wait, something’s moving,” Hound cut in. “We’re checking it out.”

Digger paused, looking back down at the necklace.

I wonder who gave it to her? It looks handmade.

He brought it closer to his visor, admiring the shades and colors.

What an interesting little General we have.

His eye got drawn past the stone, to a shimmer of gray in the middle of a field.

“Found her.” Digger turned his AT-RT, “head to my position.”

“Copy that,” Calico quipped.

****

She lost track of how long it’s been since she fell, and the pain just lingered now.

Hope was dwindling as no gunships flew by.

They’d be looking for General number seven soon, and I’ll be just a memory.

She looked to the stars, thinking of the mural her troops painted. A memorial for their fallen, but it was presented to her like a gift.

Please put my star up. I want to stay with my new family.

Heavy foot steps approached her.

She tiredly turned her head, buir?

Machinery hummed and groaned, then lighter footsteps came closer.

Above her, white armor stood over her.

Fang? It can’t be…

She felt too tired to speak. All she could manage was reaching her hand up to them. Her eyelids felt just as heavy as her limbs, fighting to close on her and pull her into darkness.

They knelt down, taking her hand in their’s as she blacked out.

“Hello, Angel.”

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