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djsherriff-responses · 2 months

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I have a crack/serious theory that dolph is the son of Rex "Power" Colt and Elizabeth Veronica Darling from Far Cry 3: Blood Dragon.

Both characters are similar to the people who are 'supposedly' dolph's real biological parents in the first episode, see the similarities?

And in the episode where dolph is fighting a fucking army his eyes glow a pinkish purple color in both his robot and human eyes? In the lore blood dragons are the titular hostile creatures in far cry 3: blood dragon, existing only on the nameless island on which the game takes place, blood dragons are believed to be "Living fossils from the early cretaceous period", according to Dr. Elizabeth darling.

The blood of the dragons also possess radiologically-enhancing properties. Colonel Ike sloan's cybernetics were supercharged by drinking their blood. However, pure dragon blood is unpredictable and can have adverse effects, such as those suffered by Dr. Carlyle, who gained increased mental capacity to "hyper-genius levels," but later experienced rapid muscle deterioration and worse, his genitals dropped off his body.

At the end of the game, elizabeth veronica is seen hugging rex, but she opens her eyes, revealing them to be the same color as the dragon's blood.

In trials of the blood dragon it is revealed that she is a blood dragon herself, but in human form. This explains why she hates sloan (the previous villain of the game) for using the blood dragons for harvesting their blood, as well as her glowing purple eyes seen at the end of the game. She reveals to her husband and children that she had left them in order to help her race. However, when she learned of Rex's "death", she took the guise of General Ryback, and secretly manipulated her children into helping her free her species (blood dragons, or dragornians), destroy the CIA, and lay the groundwork for a full-scale blood dragon invasion of the world under the pretense that they are saving the world. She confesses her love for her husband and children, but then gives them an ultimatum: join her cause or die.

In the secret ending rex refuses to help his wife allow her and the blood dragons to take over the world, and defiantly pulls a gun on her, proclaiming his allegiance to his country. Likewise, Dr. Darling pulls out a gun on her husband, but so do their children, with both Roxanne and Slayter each pointing a gun at their parents. Both parents then pull out a second gun on their children while still pointing their first guns at each other, leading to a mexican standoff in the family.

Both roxanne and slayter are confirmed to be half dragornians and have strong and powerful abilities, maybe dolph, the third child is a half dragornian himself?

Hell maybe the woman in dolph's flashbacks could be rex's younger sister or rex's cousin and she never told dolph about the truth.

Wow this is a really well thought out and put together theory

The only issue is that the manga shows Dolph's mother as an Indian woman, basically confirming the propaganda documentary Eden made to be lies and I honestly doubt that Adi is gonna make a plot twist out of her , especially with the likelihood that season two will be as short as the first season and everything else that's been set up

As much as I would like more kick ass women in this series, revealing Dolph's mother to be a completely different character than what we're told (twice even) would make the spin off manga pointless and even more conflicting with the timeline

Saying that though, we don't yet know who Dolph's father is

And in both show and manga , it's not that subtle that Eden is doing some Eugenics in their system, with Dolph being a prime example of that. The art book even mentions that "Dolph was marked "genetically fit for augmentation"-", meaning that Eden is looking through it's citizens very DNA for it's super soldiers

And someone with dragon blood in them would be valuable, yeah?

Also worth pointing out that in some concept designs, they considered giving Dolph white hair, something that Roxanne and Slayter both have

If season two did explore Dolph's family tree , I think it'd be more likely the show would focus on Dolph's father with his mother being (unfortunately common for her archetype) a foot note. Going with what you brought up ,Dolph's father could be Rex but I'm gonna lean towards Slayter for the fact Slayter actually has dragon blood in him, Rex could still be involved as a a grandfather though

I'm also gonna bet if Rex is related to Dolph (as either father or grandfather) or at least plays a role in season two, he probably knew Sam Fisher. Idk why I just think it'd be fitting and an organic lead way to Dolph talking about and/or meeting his father('s side of the family) with how the last episode ended

#ask me #asks #captain laserhawk #dolph laserhawk #Not gonna lie I really like this theory #If nothing else you should write a fanfic based on this

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reefman-archive · 6 months

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It’s really funny how like every single important character in Captain Laserhawk is either from a another Ubisoft title or based on something from another Ubisoft title except for Laserhawk

Laserhawk’s boyfriend Alex Taylor? Literally the main character from The Crew which out of all of them is the weirdest because they’re nothing alike (except Laserhawk does go on a mission of vengeance like Alex does in the game but Alex ends up not killing the person he wanted to kill)

Jade and her uncle? Main characters from Beyond, Good & Evil and the entire concept of Hybrids comes from that too

Just straight up WWE wrestlers but they aren’t Ubisoft so they don’t really count

Sarah and Sam Fisher from Splinter Cell

The entire DedSec crew from Watch_Dogs 2 although only 2 are name dropped other than Marcus

You already know about Rayman

The Rabbids are giant alien monsters

The Ninji 6 are Rainbow Six

Pagan Min the literal main villain of Far Cry 4

A fucking frog apart of the Assassins Brotherhood from Assassin’s Creed and Eden being the fucking Templar Order

They don’t even use actual characters from Blood Dragon like Rex Power Colt or his daughters not even Omega Force like I don’t even think the guns from the Blood Dragon game are in the show

It’s pretty much the UbiVerse crossover I’ve always wanted but wrapped in a goofy ass capitalist hellscape world

#far cry #captain laserhawk #Captain Laserhawk a blood dragon remix #the crew #beyond good and evil #rabbids #rayman #splinter cell #rainbow six #assassin’s creed #ubisoft #watch dogs

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edits4thosestuckathome · 1 year

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BRO NAME SUGGESTIONS:

maverick (independent)

alaric (powerful ruler)

arik (eternal ruler)

colt (young horse)

ryker (rich)

cassius (hollow)

nico (people of victory)

rex (king)

BRO PRONOUN SUGGESTIONS:

hy/hym/hys/hymself

prin/prince/princes/princeself

swo/sword/swords/swordself

blade/blade/blades/bladeself

bo/bot/bots/botself

mech/mech/mechs/mechself

#🌀.requests #homestuck #homestuck kin #pronoun help #name help #pronoun set #name set #kin pronouns #kin names #bro strider #bro strider kin #ngl Rex came about bc of this song called brutus by the buttress #highly recommend

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shavatikasstuff · 1 year

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Hi! I really like your tcw centaurs and I was wondering when does fives or someone else finds the rest of there colt mates and is it possible for them to like humans like Anakin likes or tolerates Padme since she is human or like bly and aayla? Also I was wondering about the bad batch too when there were going to come in eventually but it's ok I'm just really curious. I've also been around horse and sometimes if one gets spooked and another horse sees they freak out for no reason so I could see Anakin playing a prank like that on Obi-Wan or fives and echo.

Hi!

Wow, first ask about anything!

To answer your questions, the Fett herd was wild for a large portion of their life. Fives and Echo were captured about six months before the rest of the herd and forced into the racing business until they were rescued and sent to a temporary farm. From there they meet up with other members of the herd before being sent off to Order Sanctuary.

As for liking humans, yes. The centaurs can for attachments to humans like how a horse in real life can form attachments to their rider or caretaker. It isn’t easy though considering they have the mind and brain power of a human as well, and if they had prior bad experience, the trusting or liking humans thing becomes quite complicated.

I have not thought about adding the Bad Batch as I took a break from this AU. However, I can see them popping up as a wild herd that hangs around the forest of Order Sanctuary.

Lastly, if a centaur is spooked, the reaction of those around it depends on their personality and experience. If Echo or Bly got spooked by a snake for example, centaurs like Wolffe or Fox would try to fight the thing while Rex or Cody would be cautious and move everyone around them away from the snake. However they will all startled at loud noises as it reminds them of the helicopters and trucks used to capture them out in the wild.

There was a time, however, that a young Anakin roped and equally young Padme into scaring Obi-Wan just to see what would happen. The result was a very angry Obi-Wan, a very broken fence and wagon, and an injured Qui-Gon Jin. When the Fett herd moved in, it took a few months for them all to settle in. In that time, Anakin tried to prank them, but was stopped by Ahsoka who understood where they were coming from and knew the prank would end badly.

Hope this helps, and thanks for asking!

#order sanctuary #au ask #clone wars #star wars #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obiwan #clones

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kimageddon · 2 years

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A Prince of Dathomir - Chapter 99

Maul x Nightsister OC (Zaiya Valessa) - Slight Canon Divergence - Prince of Dathomir Masterlist

Word count: 3750 Contains/Warnings: Suggestive content, making out etc Chapter Summary: The clones reflect on the aftermath if the invasion and Maul & Zaiya get… cosy. Notes: NEXT WEEK IS THE 100TH CHAPTER OF APOD. OH MY GOD! That being said, this is the last week to enter your questions for the Q&A, I will be posting it as a bonus to Together Part 2. And… oh my. Next weeks chapter. It's looking like a long one. But a little …spicy… Or maybe a lot spicy, you'll have to find out then -- IN CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED!!!!!! (I might be a little excited about this. Just a bit.)

(more at the end!)

Together - Part 1

“So… she’s gone,” said Caboose quietly, sounding sad. It was only a little while after the battle, and the ARC Troopers, or what was left of them, now sat in their training room, a brief reprieve while the teams that were in charge of cleaning up began to assess damage and the medics in the med bay all worked overtime. Caboose himself had just come from a shift to spend a little time with his brothers before he rested.

This was their training room… her training room. Their Ver’alor had been… darjetti? It had spread like wildfire since the battle, several of the men having seen her chasing down that harpy Ventress with a red lightsaber in her hand.

They didn’t know how she’d gotten ahold of one, or how she’d used the Force so powerfully to stop a ship mid-flight like that. Almost everyone had seen it, and if they hadn’t, there was plenty of holo-footage to check.

The officials of the Republic had already issued a notice that former Lieutenant-General Siren of the training facilities of Kamino was wanted for questioning by the Jedi and the Republic. Officially it was an inquiry, unofficially… well it ranged from a rogue Jedi, Separatist spy or even another Sith.

“I can’t believe it…” muttered Rex. He’d barely stopped working, and had only been dragged in by Cody to check on the other ARCs… this news hit them harder than anyone. Rex had given her intel, calls on his progress, about the war… she had regular contact with all of her ARC Troopers… how could it be true?

“She’s a traitor then,” Hunter said dejectedly, his eyes on the floor.

“The hell she is!” snapped Alpha, he’d just joined them but he was not dragging his feet like the others. He almost stomped around, angrily snapping at anyone that even mentioned Siren’s name.

“You heard the Generals, you saw what she did--” Rex began, pushing himself to stand.

“I did.” Alpha glared at him, then each of the approximately dozen men in turn. “I saw everything she did. Not just today, but every day, she pushed herself like she pushed all of you. When she was captured a few months ago? She nearly bled out, helping some of Bacara’s men escape. She stood for us against the long necks, she put everything into our training so we could survive…” He poked Rex in the chest plate firmly, making the Captain have to take a step back. “You all know it, you all saw it. I don’t give a damn what the officials say. I saw her face when she had to listen to Havoc, Colt and Ninety-Nine die. No spy could fake that. And you all know it.” There was a tense silence.

“But… then why would she hide her powers? The lightsaber?” asked Caboose nervously.

“I don’t know, but I don’t care,” Alpha replied. “She never liked to talk about personal things, and it isn’t our damn business. She looked out for us. If she could have been shot instead of Ninety-Nine, would she have done it?” Rex thought about it for a moment and realised that yes… if she had been able to, she would have protected Ninety-Nine herself.

“So then the training program--” Tech began.

“Will come under my jurisdiction. Siren and I had everything settled. We were prepared for this.” Alpha seemed less angry now. Rex frowned slightly.

“She knew she would have to leave?” Cody spoke up.

“We weren’t expecting it so soon… but yes. Even then, does it really matter?” Alpha looked at him and Cody shook his head.

“I guess not.” Though he didn’t seem fully convinced.

“She might not be the Lieutenant-General… but she’s still Ver’alor,” Rex said finally. He was certain, she was a good person. She cared. Despite her occasional comment about being a monster. No, she was one of them.

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It was no trouble.

Maul and Zaiya had shared a bed before. Though… he had been ill and not fully… healed at that stage. Nor had they been pretending to be married either. Maul noticed Zaiya chewing on her lower lip for a moment, lost in thought as she stared at the bed as he had done a moment earlier and decided to step past her. There was too much on his mind, her strange charade didn’t matter… he didn’t know why some of the words had lingered in his mind at all.

He’s the starlight of my life…!

That’s what she’d said. She’d also called him darling and beautiful which was strange in itself but… starlight. That was… specific. Something he’d said as children and what she had reminded him of on Coruscant. The stars were so beautiful to him back then, when he was so full of naive wonder.

Did she mean something by it?

He turned back and she was rummaging through her own pack and had thrown off her cloak. He hated seeing her covered in bandages. He could still smell the blood. He still didn’t know what possessed him to treat her wounds earlier. He knew she would do the same if it were him. Zaiya had always fussed over him and his brothers even when they were small.

Not that he had been fussing. It was only practical of course.

Mostly he was just glad she looked like herself now, seeing her with the dark hair, human face… no markings, her lips the wrong colour, that endless blue of her eyes masked by a muddy brown, the voice that was not her usual smooth and musical tone… he hated that worse than anything else.

She should not have to hide! The Republic searching for her, the Clones that had stolen so much of her time… He didn’t know what infuriated him the most, that they had managed to manipulate her into caring about them, or that he had missed so much time. Or perhaps it was that he was simply furious he had not had a chance to destroy Kenobi once and for all.

Zaiya had shared her memories of various incidents and all the information she had learned with him in the dreamscape. He had seen many of the Clones' faces and while Zaiya could distinguish them easily, he did not have the insight of the Force in person to know the difference. He also found that he didn’t particularly care.

What did bother him were the incidents with the Jedi. He recalled the way Kenobi had spoken to her in the memory and it made his blood boil. In fact there were a few incidents he found particularly aggravating though there was a slight sense of pride in him as he witnessed Zaiya unleash her fury on the deserving victim. There was something deeply satisfying about watching her let go and sink into the Dark Side.

With a slight shiver he found himself back in the present moment, and Zaiya had turned her bandaged head to look at him. She blinked and he frowned back at her.

“Did you hear me?” she asked and he realised he hadn’t been listening.

“No,” he admitted and part of him expected her to lash out and become angry. As he was used to. Instead… she smiled.

“You must be tired, sire.” She stood and gestured to the bed. “I have the salve if you need it…” she trailed off and glanced away for a moment. She cleared her throat. “Anyway, you are still healing, take the bed and I will be fine on the floor--” she gestured to her cloak and before she could continue he scoffed.

“Don’t be ridiculous, it will take longer to heal if you sleep down there,” he began and felt a tingling on the back of his neck because even he knew he was lying. “I don’t want to hear your complaints tomorrow, just sleep on the bed, it’s large enough.” He kept his expression annoyed, even when she raised a brow at him. She looked him over for a long time and he was ready to snap at her again when she gracefully inclined her head.

“As you wish, my Lord.” Maul’s fists clenched briefly. Even he was aware that the way she addressed him was… he didn’t know the word he was looking for, but the sensation made him want to open one of the windows.

He eyed the jar of salve with mild apprehension, he did not want to admit to the trepidation he felt when thinking about her assisting him again. They were no longer on Kamino… or surrounded by enemies. He could easily just--

This was hardly the time.

She was injured. He still had the chemicals on his skin from the bacta tank. They both needed a decent cycle in the refresher. Zaiya had once shown him the baths and hot springs on Dathomir. How it had been warmed, he didn’t know… and he was unwell at the time but… suddenly he wanted nothing more than to be in one. With her.

Inwardly shaking his head, Maul moved to the bed. This was ridiculous. He didn’t need to think of nonsense. Since when was he so nostalgic?

He stripped himself of his cloak, ignoring the salve in her hand and stepped over to the bed. He had been ignoring the pain in his legs for the last hour, once he laid down he was sure it would eventually go away. He noticed Zaiya watching him and shrugged it off, why was she even looking at him like that?

He noticed her beginning to remove her own cloak and the vision of her in nothing but her small clothes flashed in his mind. Sith hells. This was going to be a long night.

Maul threw the cloak aside and shifted to the bed, pulling off his boots and ignoring the rough material on his skin as he did so. He glanced down to see his own bare feet, though they looked alien to him without the markings on them. Abrasions marked the crimson skin where the boots had rubbed against his flesh, the skin no longer toughened and conditioned to material or rock or ground. They were hardly even conditioned to have weight resting on them and as he laid back there was a screaming pain in his hips, thighs and calves.

The salve usually helped, but he refused to give in. He could handle pain.

The bed was far softer than the cot provided in the medical facility. Softer than the bed he’d been given through the entirety of his training under Sidious. Even then, he’d never really slept. It was more… restful meditation, part of him was always alert and waiting. He thought perhaps that his time on Dathomir and in the tank was probably the deepest rest he had gotten in most of his life.

He had heard the door lock so there was at least very little chance of them being walked in on and seen to not be who they pretended to be. No one knew them here. They were safe.

Supposedly. Whether or not that was actually true, he could never be sure. A Sith was always meant to be ready for anything. Any attack or any occurance. He laid back against the soft bedding and eyed Zaiya curiously. She certainly seemed to be prepared for anything, and ready with lies to outsiders so easily. Was that part of her training? If it was… then that comment --

“Do you need anything sire?” Zaiya asked, standing on her side of the bed, the salve jar laid on the side table carefully.

“No… lieutenant.” He added her title in an afterthought. Everything felt so strange. Everything he knew, all his life, his goals, his purpose… the certainty he once had… was gone. There was no end goal, no grand scheme anymore. He had to figure out his own path. It was something that gnawed in his gut as he thought about it. It was something he had banished for so long.

Fear.

He was not supposed to fear. He was supposed to ignite it in others. He stared up at the ceiling, his luminescent yellow eyes gazing into the darkness as his mind worked. He dare not voice these thoughts. Doubt would only lead to failure, and he could not doubt in himself, nor that he knew the path.

One path was clear to him of course.

Revenge.

Kenobi was still alive and Maul knew where he was… he just had to call the Jedi out, that he could be alone and finally take him down --destroy the filthy hypocrite that was the smug Jedi Master. A padawan and now a Master, not just a Knight. His lip curled in disgust. He would make sure that Kenobi suffered.

Slowly.

Painfully. He would--

His thoughts cut off as the bed shifted. Maul tensed, turning his head very slightly to watch Zaiya lay atop the covers and recline to lay flat. She was just in the leggings and long sleeved fitted top… he was surprised to note that she had taken her gloves off. His eyes drawn to the lines and dots of black against her pale skin.

“It was getting a little too clammy,” she said and his gaze lifted to see her looking at him. Had he been staring? He gave no reply but looked back down at her long fingers. His own twitched where they lay under his head, and he did his best to ignore all the urges he had to reach out and grasp her hands.

Perhaps laying here together was not the best idea. The thoughts from earlier raged in his head until he began to feel the heavy pull of sleep tugging him down toward rest. He turned a little, on his side, toward where Zaiya lay. He looked at her then and he was struck with an ache in his chest. The way she curled up, facing him, the prominent curve of her hip, her shoulder… she looked so small suddenly, innocent and … perfect.

He couldn’t think that. He couldn’t let his mind go there.

“You didn’t mean it,” he muttered, his eyes closing.

“Mean what?’ she replied, her own voice slurred and laden with tiredness. She seemed half asleep too.

“Mn…” he mumbled, letting himself sink against the pillows. “Called me… starlight…” he let out a soft snort. Was he dreaming already? This felt so silly.

“‘Course I did… you’ve always… been my Starlight, Maul,” she let out a sigh and shifted, before he even realised it, she was snuggled up against his chest, her head almost against him.

Maul stopped breathing.

His eyes shot open as he finally realised what she’d said, her hand reaching out to rest against him.

She said his name. She called him… He suddenly could not feel the pain in his legs for the ache in his chest. He stared down at her.

She was not afraid, she was not worried. She seemed… happy? For all the anguish she had felt earlier, she seemed to be content now. Did she feel safe with him? How was that possible? He was the most dangerous man in the Galaxy aside from his former master. How could she feel safe here?

And yet…

Slowly, he raised his arm, and let his hand gradually lower to rest on her waist. Zaiya hummed and seemed to smile in the dark. Maul was frozen for a minute, just watching her.

He dared not give thought to the strange feeling that made his chest feel so tight he could barely breathe. He dare not think about it. He couldn’t. This was a weakness, it was wrong. He shouldn’t let himself…

Then her hand bunched in his shirt and a slight frown crossed her soft pale features. His hand slid to her lower back before he even thought about it and she seemed to relax.

Perhaps he shouldn’t… but here it was just her, here in the dark. Just her. Maul let his eyes close and draped his arm properly around her, if it was just her, maybe he could allow this little moment.

He held her then, in the dark on that little swamp planet, let her lean against him and took comfort in having her close. He never had the nightmares with her there. She had always tried to look after him, but she was wounded, and tired. Perhaps he could comfort her? It was ridiculous but… he was too tired to argue with his inner thoughts, with the dark part of his mind that demanded he push her away. He didn’t want to.

For now at least, he would let himself have this moment. Just one… perfect moment.

He pressed his lips to her forehead and relaxed against her. Her words filling his mind as he drifted into unconsciousness. The smallest of smiles crossed his lips and he whispered against her hair;

“You are my Starlight, Zaiya.” Before fading into sleep.

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The following morning, Zaiya awoke differently than usual, unlike the sudden alertness and tension that usually came, this was a slow rise, as though from a pool of water into the waking world. She could feel such warmth all around her, and slowly became aware of something very warm and firm pressed against her.

What was…?

Her eyes slowly opened and she was face to face with crimson and black skin peeking through the fabric in front of her. She blinked, blearily and let her gaze lift higher, and her eyes widened as she was almost nose to nose with Maul, and looking into his peaceful sleeping face. Her mouth ran dry as her lips parted.

He was so beautiful. How was it possible that he had such a gentle, beautiful and perfect face? One hand rose from his chest, the movement difficult because she realised that he was pressed so close to her, his arms wrapped around her. Her fingertips brushed his cheek and traced the tattoos on the side of his face slowly. She looked at him in awe, he was just so…

His eyes opened slowly and she met his unfocused gaze. Her chest tightened and she felt a fluttering in her gut as she took him in. The soft, gentleness of the moment was utterly humbling. She was struck with such a powerful feeling she didn't know how to describe. In the back of her mind was a thought she dared not focus on. It was too frightening to give into it.

He looked back at her as his eyes began to focus, her fingers trailed upwards to skate between his horns. His eyes fluttered for a moment and her lips curved upwards. A warm feeling filled her and the Force surrounded and flowed through her, connecting the two of them, and she could feel the power between them and couldn’t help but lean in further.

Zaiya’s body laid so close, pressed to his, one of his hands on her lower back, the other on the back of her neck. His yellow eyes searched her face and she felt his hands tense slightly, holding her tighter. She caressed him through his horns again, watching his eyes roll slightly and the tiny sound from his lips had her entire body tense, a strong feeling in her gut as her nose nudged his own.

“Maul…” she whispered, a slight tremor in her voice.

That seemed to be the breaking point and suddenly his mouth was on hers. Zaiya felt her mind swimming, the powerful sensation was enough to drag a moan from deep inside her to crash against his mouth. Her other hand grasped at his clothing as her first raked his scalp. His groan made her shudder, yanking her in close to hold against him firmly, as though he had not gained his rigorous self control so early after waking.

His lips pressed hard to hers, his teeth nipped her lower lip as the two of them entwined on the bed, one of Maul’s strong hands slid down, over the curve of her hip, skating the swell of her ass. Zaiya felt her eyes roll, he’d never touched her like that before, and it sent thrills up her spine as he gripped her thigh and dragged her leg to hike up over his own, as though he needed to drag her closer to him. To hold her tighter, to keep her there.

Maul’s tongue slid against her lower lip and she shuddered as she kissed him back, her own teeth dragged against his lower lip, biting him and looking into his eyes. She watched his pupils dilate like a predator and the growl that sounded from him nearly turned her into a puddle. He made a sound that she was almost sure was a curse and her eyes rolled into her head.

He shifted and suddenly she was pinned beneath him, his hand gripping her thigh so hard it might bruise. She hoped it did. Maul pressed against her, and for a moment she thought she felt something against her--

Knock knock!

Maul and Zaiya froze, stopping just short of jumping away from each other like two teenagers caught by their parents.

“Mornin’ love!” called Jannita through the door, “sorry t’ wake ye, but we’re servin breakfast shortly!” Zaiya took a second to remember the voice she’d used the day before.

“Thank you so kindly, we’ll be down shortly!” she called and laid back with a sigh, once she heard the retreating footsteps, she ran a hand over her face and looked at Maul. “Morning, sire.” He was staring at her again, but his pupils were blown wide as though he about to pounce and it made her spine turn to jelly. She wanted to drag him back over her and kiss him like that again.

He had kissed her before of course, but this one had felt a little different.

Suddenly he blinked and his guard was up again. It was so jarring she almost recoiled. “Get ready, we can enact your plan to leave at once,” he said abruptly and turned away, getting up, though she noticed a slight jerk as he rested his weight on his legs completely. She opened her mouth to speak but thought better of it. If he was at all like her, he might feel somewhat vulnerable right now… and she knew he hated that. He always had. It could also have been a male thing.

Notes: Are… are we upset? Did I cock block you all? Am I sorry? …. I mean sort of --BUT!

NEXT WEEK IS THE 100TH CHAPTER OF APOD. OH MY GOD!

That being said, this is the last week to enter your questions for the Q&A, I will be posting it as a bonus to Together Part 2. And… oh my. Next weeks chapter. It's looking like a long one. But a little …spicy… Or maybe a lot spicy, you'll have to find out then -- IN CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED!!!!!! (I might be a little excited about this. Just a bit.)

Anyway I'm currently writing this the night before posting and I am tired SO! I will leave it here with just a reminder that comments really help me keep motivated, to know what you like so I can do more of it. If you have a question you want featured, this is the LAST WEEK. Then it will be back to regular questions and comments! XD I hope you are all doing well and I love you all! Thank you so so much for reading this story and I appreciate all of you. Thank you so much. See you next week for the ONE HUNDREDTH-- ok I'll stop now. <3

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It is the near future. The apocalypse has had an apocalypse. A rogue cyborg army is reshaping the world into cyber-hell, and only one thing can stop them!

“Let’s show them how Cyber-Commandos get it done.”

“Mark IV style, motherfucker!”

“I want them alive.”

From the toxic ashes of Vietnam War II, a new breed of renegade soldier is born! Part man, part machine, all Cyber-Commando!

“Fuck you.”

Sergeant Rex Colt is leading the battle between good and evil... as it’s never been fought before! He’s on a desperate mission to bring down a battalion of ruthless, killer cyborgs, and save the world!

“Lights out, Rex.”

Michael Biehn is Sergeant Rex Power Colt in this year’s most thrilling, action-packed, cyber-adventure!

Far Cry 3: Blood Dragon!

(Island and children sold separately.)

#Out Of Character #Video #Muse Aesthetic #Verse: NEON DARK

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corndogninja · 4 years

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Some cyborg custom patterns for Animal Crossing! 🦾

#animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #acnh #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk 2077 #rex power colt #far cry 3 blood dragon

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okretrozone · 4 years

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Hot New Accessory For Me

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Sooooo this happened. I remember seeing a video of someone talking about their rushed arm they made for a con back when MGSV came out and it really inspired me...now years later and as we brace for the release of Cyberpunk 2077, I wanted to be prepared.

This video is documentation of my haphazard workflow and process as I built this thing. I learned a lot and can’t wait to see what else I build...oh! and I talk briefly about some of my favorite cyborg arm clad heroes from video games.

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multi-muse-transect · 6 months

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Given the post credit and timeframe of Captain Laserhawk, I would so love it if Rex Power Colt appeared in season 2 as a teenager or a kid that Laserhawk raises and train.

It would be so heartwarming and somewhat bittersweet to see Dolph be a dad.

#captain laserhawk #dolph laserhawk #mun talks

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botslayer · 4 years

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Top Ten games of the 2010′s

This trend seems to be doing the rounds at the moment and seeing as I’ve been gaming for about as long as I can remember, It just feels right. So, let’s get into it. But first, worth saying: These aren't really in any specific order, it's just the games I've personally had the most fun with overall, but it's pretty hard to decide what the hard numbers on things you enjoy for different reasons are if that makes any sense. 10. The 2010's weren't exactly the best time for anyone, I think. For me they were a slog of finding myself and learning things I wish I didn't. Amid all those things I wanted some levity. The world needs something and stupid. We got a lot of it ion 2013 but I feel like we could have used it scattered around a bit more. In that spirit, allow me to show you one hell of a pick me up:

Saints Row 4

Saints Row 4 does not give a fuck. It is aggressively demonstrating that the entire time you play. It doesn't care in the slightest what you think or why, It just wants to show you cool, if juvenile, and interesting, if weird shit. It's the finer points of Ratchet and Clank's arsenal, SR3's humor, And superpowers that genuinely put Prototype and Infamous in a blender and tell you to go ape shit with them. The soundtrack isn't top shelf, it's the roof of the building the shelf is in. Saints Row Two had a better story overall but SR Four's was just plain fun and a solid enough story to still be invested.

The DLC was just as irreverent and madcap, Featuring everything from an evil Santa Clause to evil Gimps on Game of thrones chairs made of dildos Or Tropey-ass costumes and weapon reskins that I'd be genuinely surprised the game dev didn't get sued over. It has earned its place in my top 10 and I will die by that decision.

2016 saw the advent of a new genre. They blended TF2 and MOBAs, and we got hero shooters in their first AAA forms, Overwatch and Battleborn. But neither of these games is on this list, much as I liked them. Partly because the whole time, I kept thinking of one simple question: "Why do I keep thinking of...?"

Anarchy Reigns

Anarchy Reigns is my favorite Platinum game. Full Stop. The Story mode is interesting and has genuinely good character moments, the characters themselves are completely mental, ranging from a mercenary with a bionic cat leg that secretly has a gun built into it to a giant cyborg bull-man with a jet-powered hammer. The soundtrack is mostly angry hip-hop, making every song a banger and fittingly speedy for things like random bombing runs from jet fighters that come from absolutely nowhere.

There are giant monsters, cars with mounted flame throwers, giant robots, and the online is still pretty sweet because even when abandoned, loading it up with bots still rules. I regularly have more fun with this than I ever did with Overwatch, and I don't care how insane that sounds.

Some games want to make you feel something and fail. Some games make you feel some things accidentally, for example, a desperate need to laugh. This game made me feel like a human blender. Like a Chthonic god of mangled flesh and raw destructive power. Nyarlathotep ain't got nothing on me. I speak, of course, of...

[Prototype] 2

There's no end to the absolute destruction you feel like you're causing in this game. It feels more fluid than the first, the main character is a pinch more relatable, and all the body horror, superpowers, zombie hordes, and big old monsters make for some of the most memorable and fun moments and fights in gaming. The DLC is also pretty solid, adding new fun side challenges, and new powers and weapons that elevate you from "Flesh god" to "Screw physics, I made them" Omnipotent. Best god/monster simulation of all time.

Sometimes some games are at an honest tie in your mind. Be it that you like them for essentially the same reasons, or for completely different reasons, but the overall total joy or entertainment they bring is roughly equivalent. Here, we have a case of the former:

Furi/Cuphead

Both games have a tight focus on giving players a unique, boss-centric challenge, both have interesting, somewhat minimal narratives, and both are absolute eye candy.

Furi has a more "Samurai Jack" Quality to me. A complete badass on a relatively simple quest with a somewhat minimalistic art style learning some things as he goes.

Cuphead on the other hand, nails that rubber hose animation style, and the fun levity of such animations while still making the player's ability to interact with the world damn impactful and fun.

They share a spot in my soul, games I love everything about but will never be able to finish. Hats off to both dev teams.

Now here we have another tie. Mostly because the games are so close together, they need to be evaluated more or less as one product IMO, not enough changed for me to consider them separate games, fortunately, that is the furthest thing from an insult it can be in this situation. I present to you, my next pick(s).

Costume Quest 1/2

Now, This might seem pretty random considering my other picks, but honestly, I love Halloween, I love creative madness, I love subversion, I love good characters, and I love cool action, these games have all these things by the bucketload.

The first game is a wild ride through Halloween in multiple very lively locations and the second, slightly confusing as it is, is pretty awesome for the things it introduces, including time travel. Other elements, like the battle stamps, the truly epic forms of everything in the fights, The ability to customize your costumes, etc. they blur together in a pretty big way, but again, there's not a thing wrong with that when both games rock like crystal candy.

Now, if you hadn't noticed, all of the games on this list have had some hard action at their core, and while I don't HATE calmer games, a lot of the time, so many are kinda dull to me in that with the exception of easter eggs of some sort, most farming sims, for example, just have you doing normal farm stuff with very few twists, may as well start a real farm in that case. My most chill entry is a game that tosses that to one side, asks you to grab a suck cannon, and start harvesting gelatinous monster poop.

Slime Rancher

While you don't spend a lot of time actually interacting with other characters, they just talk at you, the story of the game is pretty effective, the player character of Beatrix has left Earth for a simpler life of Slime Ranching, which entails the raising of alien crops, delightfully derpy and colorful chickens, and going all around in an attempt to farm new breeds of slime for their genetic material to sell off or trade-in for the creation of gadgets while being surrounded by a cast of interesting characters. It's all very wholesome family fun.

The game looks great, has great ideas, and is genuinely the best farming game I have ever played. @ me all you want.

The 80's are almost fetishized nowadays. Given all the property reboots, games that go for the vibe and aesthetic of the time, etc. It almost seems as though the eighties vibe train ain't gonna stop rolling any time soon. But we owe it to ourselves to remember the first big swipe of madcap neon-colored actiony B-movie bullshit and how mind-meltingly epic it was. Ladies, Gents, and whatever else, I present:

Far Cry 3: Blood Dragon

Blood Dragon's story is relatively simple, you play Sargent Rex "Power" Colt (A name said in full so many times I thought his last name was "Powercolt" for the longest time), a former "Omega force" cyborg. Rex and his friend "Spider" were sent into a secret island base to investigate the supposed defection and treachery of their old commander, Ike Sloan. It turns out he has gone rogue and taken an army of "Mark 5" Omegaforce cyber-soldiers with him. What follows is a long story of betrayal, science fiction of the highest nonsensical level, comedy, and brilliantly cathartic action.

The collectibles range from data on animals, to research notes from a scientist, to literal VHS cassette tapes that have full descriptions of movies that I would legitimately watch if I could. "You may now kill the brides" is not a real film and I am angry for every day that that is true. Anyway, play Far Cry 3: Blood Dragon, I dunno if it's on PS4 but it's one game I'd buy a new/old console for.

A lot of superhero games NEED to railroad you. Your goals MUST be to save the lives of the people and help the weak and all that. But one dev asked the simple question: "What if it didn't?" "What if the player chose how to use their power? What if the player could be as evil or as good as they damn well pleased?" One game gave you the powers of thunder and lightning and asked what you'd do with it. It's sequel asked you the same, but against more... interesting forces.

InFamous 2

InFamous 2 is a game about making choices, just like the first one, also just like the first one, it can have an effect on gameplay. That effect went from "What does this particular power do in this allignment?" To "Which new set of NEW powers would you like?" The forces of the last game went from “Three flavors of gun-toting whackos” To “Possibly an allegory for the Klan, Swamp monsters, and Ice-powered super soldiers.”

This was, and still is, the best game in the whole series, The powers felt distinct from anything else and still do, the story is solid as a rock, and the enemy types were still varied enough to be interesting, I miss the Reapers from the first game, but that's about it. Everything else was a massive step up. If you have something that can run it, play it.

Action is something I think we can all appreciate on some level. We can understand when it does or does not work, we can understand when we do or do not like how it feels when we are the ones partaking in it. EX: Any schlep can tell you when the weapons in your game lack impact, or when your character moves too slow for the game to be fun. The following game is something I can't say anything of the sort about. And it's kind of like Wolfenstein, when you have enemies this bad, who the hell cares how many you kill?

Doom 2016

Y'all are lying if you say you didn't expect this one. It's DOOM 2016. This game is made of hate and fuck. AND I LOVE IT. You move so fast, you may as well be half cheetah and half sports car. You slaughter the dregs of hell by the dozens and even the biggest, baddest things this game throws at you can be beaten with the starting pistol if you have the stones for it. It looks amazing graphically, the demons all look appropriately threatening, and even the Multiplayer is a great deal of fun in my book.

Something worth noting: The story presented by default is pretty barebones, but that's where supplementary material fills in the gaps, the difference between supplementary material in most games and supplementary material here is the material is till IN THE GAME. You're free to ignore most of the plot as it happens around you, and even interesting tidbits of the lore like how certain demons function. Not only are these things missable collectibles, prompting continued play to find them, they are also pretty interesting reads. So yeah, just about everything you could want in a sequel/remake, builds the on lore and gameplay very organically.

And here we are, the last game I'd put in this category. An entire decade, and here, we end on the last game that left such an impact I'd put it in my top ten. But first, let's talk about expectations and delivery: When you say a game is coming out, there are certain expectations you have for gameplay, EX: I say "Ratchet and Clank" and you expect a TPS with platforming elements and crazy guns. I say "Gears of War" and people expect something to do with lumbering about in big armor, dismembering things with a chainsaw gun and otherwise shooting them to paste. We might also expect changes to things, better graphics, innovations in grenade variety, something as that franchise goes on.

After the last game in this series was released, there were tons of people who felt let down and disappointed by it. Then they released the still somewhat disappointing special edition of it. They were both still fun, but neither really felt like the full next step in the series. After a failed reboot, they returned to the original story and the lot of us rejoiced. And when it finally came out? It was a step up in most, if not, all regards, to its predecessors. You know what this last one is. Please, give a warm round of applause to:

Devil May Cry 5

A game that was not only a return to form, but a major escalation in gameplay for one character, and a new style of gameplay all together by way of yet another new character. It didn’t exactly hurt that the story kicked ten kinds of ass and that the game looked spectacular in both the design of everything and the actual graphical fidelity.DMC 5 is, like DOOM, Like InFamous 2, Like [PROTOTYPE] 2, everything you want in a good sequel. It built very well on already solid foundations and it was generally just a fun, slightly goofy, massively stylish, and ultra badass ride. I recommend this, and all these games, to anyone.Good night everyone, have a great 2020. And the rest of the decade, for that matter.

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djsherriff-responses · 6 months

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It would be fun if season 2 brings a young Rex Power Colt who becomes Laserhawk’s adopted son in a way. One badass raises another badass.

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Can’t believe Bullfrog and Dolph named their son Rex

#captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk spoilers #Far cry 3 #asks #ask me

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nanaminsonyfans · 3 years

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Masterlist

nsfw - ✲

nsfw and sfw - ✴

fluff/sfw - ✽

angst - ✾

MHA (hiatus)

Kiego -

relationship hcs ✴✽

caught ✽ - y/n is caught while making keigo's favorite dinner

sneak attack ✽ - y/n gets mad and gives the boys the silent treatment

Aizawa -

relationship hc ✴✽✾

sneak attack ✽ - y/n gets mad and gives the boys the silent treatment

Take Your Time ✾ - a new teacher comes to teach about rescuing people, though she needs rescued herself.

Fatgum -

relationship hcs ✴

All Might

Orca

Midnight

Present Mic -

sneak attack ✽ - y/n gets mad and gives the boys the silent treatment

Edgeshot

Best Jeanist

Ingenium

Sir Nighteye -

relationship hcs ✴

Endeavor -

inuit kisses ✽

Midoriya

Bakugo

inuit kisses ✽

make-up ✽✾

hair up ✽

Todoroki

inuit kisses ✽

hair up✽

The Comfort of Shoto ✽

Kirishima

Denki

Sero -

Mi Amor (slight hiatus)

Iida

Mirio

Tamaki

Shindo

Dabi -

You Should See Me in a Crown ✾

Shigaraki

Mr. Compress

Twice

Stain

Overhaul

Attack On Titan

Eren

Armin

Mikasa

Connie

Jean

Sasha

Reiner -

pegged ✲

cockwarming hcs ✲

Annie

Bertholdt -

cockwarming hcs ✲

Marco

Hitch

Rico

Hannes

Levi

Hange

Miche

Pieck

Porco -

cockwarming hcs ✲

Zeke -

cockwarming hcs ✲

Colt -

cockwarming hcs ✲

Demon Slayer

Tanjiro

Zenitsu

Inosuke

Muichiro Tokito

Shinobu Kocho

Mitsuti Kanroji

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Gyomei Himejima

Kyojuro Rengoku

Giyuu Tomioka

Obani Iguro

Tengen Uzui

Muzan

Seven Deadly Sins (hiatus)

Meliodas -

awakened powers ✽

sibling rivarly ✾

Ban -

awakened powers ✽

King -

cuddling with him ✽

Helbram

Estarossa -

yandere hcs ✴

Candy Shop ✴

Zeldris

Monspeet

Gilthunder

Howzer

King Arthur -

yandere hcs ✴

Drole -

relationship hcs ✴✾

Galand

Gloxina -

yandere hcs ✴✾

Hendrickson -

Somebody Come Get Her ✴

Dreyfus

Avatar The Last Airbender / Legend of Korra (hiatus)

Dragon Beifong ✽✾

Zuko -

closeted feelings ✽

flaws ✽✾

Sokka -

closeted feelings ✽

flaws ✽✾

Jet

Mako -

relationship hc ✴✾

married life ✽

mako gets pegged ✲

little sister dating wing ✽

Bolin -

relationship hcs ✴✽

thigh ride ✴

father hcs ✽

blasty boyfriend ✴✽

little sister dating wing beifong ✽

put your head on my shoulder ✽

Desna -

relationship hcs ✴✽

i'm here ✽✾

Huen Beifong

Wing Beifong -

beifong wedding ✽

mako and bolin's little sister dating wing ✽

Wei Beifong -

taken ✾

Tahno Beifong

DC Comics

Dick Grayson -

birds of a feather ✽ (set in the yj universe)

overstim thigh ride ✲

Jason Todd -

mob boss thigh ride ✲

thigh ride ✲

Tim Drake

Damien Wayne

Wally West

Kaldur

Jaime Reyes

Roy Harper

Klarion the Witch Boy

Bart Allen -

relationship hcs ✴

Invincible (Hiatus)

Mark Grayson -

relationship hcs ✴

comfort headcanons ✽✾ - this is more of a vent piece for me

thigh ride ✲

latinx s/o ✽

patched up ✽

Atom-Eve

Rex Splode -

being his best friend hcs ✽✾

just close friends ✽

relationship hcs ✴

comfort headcanons ✽✾ - this is more of a vent piece for me

Trauma and Love ✽✾

deadpool gf ✽

jealous hcs ✲

Dupli-Kate

William Clockwell

Monster Girl

Robot/Roody

Omni-Man -

cockwarming ✲

mind numbing ✲

Mauler Twins (totally wont judge your for this one)

#masterlist #x reader #young justice #avatar the last airbender #legend of korra #invincible #seven deadly sins #attack on titan #aot #my hero academia #mha #sds #dc comics

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eyayah-oya · 3 years

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The Father You’ll Be

Boil/Waxer with a side of Cody/Rex

Rating: G

Warnings: there is brief mention of the cadets dying during the Battle of Kamino. Nothing graphic, but there are mentions.

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Boil walked into the barracks and began stripping off his armor, desperately ready to go to sleep. After a long day of fighting, the 212th and the 501st worked with Rancor to clear up the debris around Kamino, until they’d been awake for approximately two and a half day cycles. Every step felt heavier than the last, until Boil felt like he was about to fall asleep where he was standing.

At least, he felt that exhausted until he realized Waxer was no longer behind him. Nor was he anywhere in the barracks.

For several moments, Boil debated the merits of just falling into bed without Waxer, but the longer he stood there without knowing where he was, the more agitated he became. With a heavy sigh and a silent curse, Boil put his armor back on and marched out into the hallways of Kamino. Several other vod’e tried to reach out and stop him, to try and drag him to bed, but Boil just shrugged off their concerned hands and continued on to the mess hall.

Boil sighed heavily when he couldn’t find Waxer in the mess hall, nor could he find him back in the area they had been cleaning up. He would not be able to settle down properly until he at least knew where Waxer was and what he was doing.

There were many places on Kamino that Waxer could be hiding. He tended to go for a run after a high-risk battle, just to help himself settle. But he could also have gone to the training halls to work out his energy, as there were most likely plenty of brothers who he could spar against. Boil really should have expected this kind of reaction from Waxer. This battle was different from any other they’d fought in before. There was more at stake, more at risk if they failed. Worse casualties. They’d lost far too many ikaade when the droids crashed through one of the domes, and several barracks were overrun by droids—

Boil froze.

He knew exactly where Waxer was.

With a quick about-face, Boil marched towards the Littles’ barracks. Waxer always had a bleeding heart for anyone who was in need of help, but especially animals and children. Numa was a perfect example of that (Boil conveniently neglected to remember how enamored he had been by the sweet Twi’lek girl). After the kind of loss all clones had experienced that day with the death of their vod’ikase and ikaade, Waxer would want to comfort the Littles.

“Boil? What are you still doing awake?”

Commander Cody was leaning against the wall, guarding a doorway with Rex by his side. They both looked exhausted, especially since they’d been working with Rancor command while Colt and Havoc were in the medbay getting patched up. Boil did not envy their jobs. The two of them were effectively coordinating three battalions in the cleanup efforts with the help of Commander Blitz and ARC Hammer. They were also the ones dealing with the casualty reports.

“Sir,” Boil snapped off a salute. “Just going to find Waxer, sir.”

Cody’s brow furrowed. “He’s not with you? I thought I assigned the two of you to the same work crews.”

“You did, sir,” Boil answered. “I got to the barracks and turned around and he wasn’t there. I have a pretty good idea of where he disappeared to, though.”

With a strained look in his eyes, Cody nodded. It was likely that he, too, had guessed where Waxer was, and the Commander definitely wouldn’t get mad at either of them for being in the littlest cadet dorms. “Make sure he gets some sleep tonight. A pile of Littles will probably help more with that than anything else at this point. Hell, I might even join you later. We lost too many of them today, and it’ll be nice to see them and make sure they’re holding up well.”

“I’m sure they’d love that,” Rex murmured. “The Great Marshal Commander Cody coming to visit them and hug and hold them. They’ll love you for that.”

Cody sighed and thunked his head back against the wall. “You’re never gonna let me live the hero worship down, are you?”

“Nope,” Rex huffed a weak attempt at a laugh. He sounded exhausted, just as worn as the rest of them, and more since he was also dealing with a padawan commander who stumbled upon a bunch of cadets killed by Grievous. Boil had heard the rumors, and he was so glad neither he nor Waxer had had to see any of the bodies of their little brothers. That would have crushed them both.

“Bring Commander Tano,” Boil said spontaneously. He shifted back on his feet when both the Commander and the Captain looked at him in surprise. “Well, I think it would do her good to see the cadets, too. And I’m sure they’d like to meet a shiny Jedi. They probably have only ever seen General Ti from a distance.”

“Ahsoka would like that, I think,” Cody answered, looking to Rex for confirmation. Boil wasn’t sure why. It was well-known among the 212th and the 501st that both Rex and Cody had adopted the young Jedi and loved her as fiercely as any nat-born loved their children. Ahsoka looked up to Cody and probably spent just as much time with him as she did with Rex.

“We have some a few tasks left to do before we can bunk down,” Rex said slowly. “But then we should be free to come join you. Ahsoka is debriefing with the Generals and checking on the injured in the medbay, but I’ll try to wrangle her into coming with us.”

Boil nodded. “I’ll go find Waxer and let you know which barracks he’s hid himself in. I’ll see you soon, sirs.”

Cody and Rex waved him off, and Boil continued down the hallway, each step heavy with grief and exhaustion. He counted off the doors until he reached the bunks for the youngest cadets decanted and poked his head into each one, looking for the tell-tale sign of a puppy-pile of vod’e flopped all over Waxer.

It wasn’t until the fifth barracks he checked that Boil finally found him. Waxer was telling a story about one of their many missions, watered down so that it was appropriate for little audio receptors. He had a pair of Littles curled together under each arm, and two sitting on his lap while another dozen or so piled around his legs. His armor was neatly stacked on a nearby pod, and it was clear that Waxer was planning on spending the rest of the night here with the little ones.

“And then these great big, hungry monsters started chasing them through the streets of Nabat. They were closing in on Commander Cody, and his blaster wasn’t working against their tough skins. He was trapped, weaponless, and about to be eaten. And do you know what happened?”

One of the Littles on his lap perked up and grinned. “He punched them?”

“Or kicked them!”

“Nah, he used his blaster to beat them up!”

“You saved the day, Waxer!” a Little chirped from where he was practically buried underneath his brothers.

“Thank you, 53, but no. I was actually on my own adventure with Boil at the time. I heard about all of this after it happened,” Waxer grinned. He looked up, caught Boil’s eye, and shrugged apologetically.

Boil found he couldn’t really be mad at Waxer. Not when he was helping the little vod’ikase. With a heavy sigh, Boil stripped off his armor and set it next to Waxer’s while he distracted the little brothers.

“I’ll tell you what happened,” Waxer continued his story with a wide grin. “General Kenobi leaped in front of the charging monsters, without his lightsaber—“

“No!” a Little cried. He was curled up on his brother’s lap, tucked snugly under Waxer’s right arm, but when he shouted, he sat bolt upright, horror written on every tiny, adorable feature.

That one is going to be Cody’s. He’s going to adopt that Little next, Boil thought to himself. As he sat down, he and Waxer exchanged a knowing look, even as his lap was immediately overrun by Littles looking for a comfortable place to curl up. If Cody managed to adopt this one, General Kenobi would stand no chance at ever running away from medical or losing his lightsaber in battle again. The large, sad eyes pleading with him would be his downfall. Boil made a note to tell Cody all about this one.

“It’s alright, 2467,” Waxer soothed and kark, the kid even had Rex’s and Cody’s numbers combined into his. “While it’s always a bad idea to go into a dangerous situation unarmed, the General had a few tricks up his sleeve. So, there they were, cornered by starving beasts, when General Kenobi holds up his hand, just like this.” Waxer demonstrates with arms raised in a decent imitation of the General when he was doing his Force magic stuff.

“What happened then? What happened to Commander Cody and General Kenobi?” a Little from the pile at Waxer’s knees piped up.

“With the power of his mind,” Waxer said, “he spoke to the monsters and lured them away from Commander Cody and the rest of Ghost Company. He led them deep into an alley, where there was only one exit. And then he ordered Ghost to shoot at the walkways above him.”

“NO!” 2467 shouted again. “He can’t do that! The General’s supposed to be safe!”

Kriff it, Boil was going to help Cody sneak the whole squad onto the Negotiator, so he could adopt this one. After all, they would never split up a batch.

“Commander Cody was worried, but it all turned out okay. The General used the Force to leap high over the new blockade Ghost Company created, and he landed safely outside by Commander Cody, while the monsters were stuck. And of course, Commander Cody handed the General his lightsaber and they went on to save Nabat. The villagers were all safe and could move back into their homes without worrying about those awful clankers taking over their homes.” “Wow!” one of the Littles in Boil’s lap whispered.

“I’m gonna be just like Commander Cody when I grow big and strong!” another said, leaping up to demonstrate various kicks and punches. They weren’t very coordinated yet, and it was absolutely adorable to watch.

“You better keep practicing, vod’ika,” Rex called from the doorway. “Someday, you’ll be just as good as Cody. I know it.”

He slumped against the nearest pod and began taking off his armor. Ahsoka slunk into the room behind him, and as soon as the top half of his armor was off, she attached herself to his back. Her thin arms wrapped around his waist, and her face was pressed tightly in between his shoulder blades. Boil would be willing to bet all the credits he never earned that she’d likely been crying as soon as she got away from the Generals. But here among vod’e, she was safe to express all the awful emotions she had pent up in her heart. Boil had learned over the course of the war that Jedi struggled with all the death far more than any vod. They felt each death as if it were their own unless they shielded themselves so completely from the Force that it rendered them entirely useless. To feel the lives of children slip away? Boil couldn’t imagine.

“Captain Rex, sir!” the Littles all shouted, and they tried to detangle themselves to salute, but Rex immediately waved them back down.

“At ease, cadets. Do you mind if we join you? Commander Cody should also be coming soon.”

“Really?” The enormous eyes were filled with hope and disbelief that one of the greatest soldiers in the GAR would be coming to visit them.

“Yes, really,” Boil answered. “I invited him. I hope you don’t mind?”

Immediately, the little cadets were all wriggling around in excitement, talking loudly over one another about how cool and heroic Marshal Commander Cody was. It was karking adorable.

Boil slid into the newly freed space and wrapped an arm around Waxer. Immediately, he felt him relax into his hold, some of the tension draining from his shoulders. Rex plopped down against a wall, and immediately pulled Ahsoka into his lap, cradling her tightly against his chest. She went almost desperately, needing the grounding contact of one of her adopted dads. Boil knew that as soon as Cody arrived, she would somehow manage to wrap herself around both of them. They’d probably end up buried beneath a pile of vod’ikase, but Boil sincerely doubted any of them would mind in the slightest. He might not have the Force, but he could feel himself relaxing in the presence of such innocence and enthusiasm. Waxer had made an excellent choice to come here. Boil was glad that he had followed.

He would always follow Waxer. Whether it was on the battlefield or to a hoard of Littles that needed the comforting presence of their ori’vode, he would walk right beside him. Waxer was special. Boil didn’t quite know the name of what he felt for Waxer, but he knew that it was enough to just be near him. To press against each other tightly at night, and to shake apart together. To be together for the rest of their lives.

It was enough.

(Cody nearly managed to sneak the entire squad onto the Negotiator undetected, but at the last minute, General Kenobi caught him. And then proceeded to help them set up a nursery perfect for the 212th’s newest squad of cadets. No one could ever say their General didn’t have a bleeding heart, nor a soft spot for children. And just as Boil had predicted, Cody adopted 2467 and helped pick out the name Dara. They would be eternal, no matter what happened during the war.)

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