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norcumii · 4 months
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Fic title: Non-compliant Weapon (Rexobi, Murderbot AU)
(regarding this fic title meme prompt)
Ok, there’s two ways this could go. One, the slightly more predictable path of some flavor of reincarnation AU where the Jedi Organization (some kind of meddling well-intentioned doctors-without-borders type group) has gotten neck deep into several volatile disputes and need help, so they’ve gotten a generous donation of sec-units from, I dunno, Palpatine Industries (Insidious Industries is more fun, but a little too on the nose). Of course, these sec-units come with pre-programmed sabotage routines up to and including Order 66, and of course sec-unit Rex manages to wriggle around those.
The more interesting idea I had was a bit...messier.
The plunnie starts with the notion that for a full three hot seconds, some megacorp in the galaxy decided that clones were the next big thing and just mass-produced a whole bunch of them. There was enough outcry that the project was scrapped, the company went broke, and the clones were shoved in cryostorage to become someone else’s problem when all the lawsuits were done. Shortly thereafter, sec-units became a thing because that skirted some all the nasty ethical issues.
Decades if not centuries later (...I have no idea when the Murderbot books are supposed to be other than The Future), whatever megacorp bought up various assets discovers they have a bunch of illegal product sitting around frozen in a warehouse. It turns out that the cheapest method of disposal is actually to thaw them and toss them a small agro planet to colonize (the potential fallout if they just space the clones or keep them in a basement somewhere is just too high for profit margins, much to the relief of everyone else).
And that’s how Rex and his brothers end up thawed, with some nice genetic repair work, on a brand new planet all their own, and no idea wtf to do now since they aren’t expected to just fight something. Since Rex is one of the more restless clones, he ends up doing resource management, taking surplus out for trade and scrounging interesting stuff to bring back. And one day he walks into some space!army surplus store to discover in the back there’s an old sec-unit and its cubicle. Rex starts off feeling weird but wildly sympathetic to this deactivated fighting unit, only to become REALLY creeped out when he asks in passing about it – and learns its being kept around for eventual spare parts.
Rex is not okay with this. He dithers a bit, but ends up purchasing the whole unit and brings it home.
Cody gives him a bit of hell, but he gets where Rex was coming from, so he sort of resignedly welcomes their new sec-unit: [some clever punning/l337 speak version of Obi-Wan Kenobi].
So it turns out that this sec-unit is defective. It’s good at fighting, but it doesn’t like to fight. It talks. It talks a LOT. It’s astonishingly good at negotiating.
It also flirts with everyone except for Rex, which Rex is absolutely not put out about in the least. Really. He’s not irked. It’s a good thing. This damn thing comes out of the box flirting, that’s disconcerting so it’s kinda nice that Rex doesn’t have to put up with that – especially since it’s quickly decided that since the sec-unit does talk anything in circles, it’s most useful going with him to help him barter. And hopefully keep him out of trouble, though Cody is the only one to say that, the bastard.
Since this is a Murderbot AU, that means it turns out that there’s actually something Very Valuable on the clones’ new homeplanet, and at some point they’re actively defending themselves and/or having to diplomat with hostile bodies who are Not Impressed that a sec-unit is one of the main negotiators.
(It helps when things go pear-shaped, of course, since said main negotiator can dish out and take some extreme damage. So that's not too different from canon.)
Things finally settle down, Rex and Obi-Wan return to venturing out on the regular, until one day – probably after some spectacularly vicious flirtation with someone trying to kill them – Rex just blurts out, “I have never been able to figure it out. You will flirt with anyone and anything, the more hostile the better.”
“It’s a wonderful distraction tactic.”
“Oh, I’m aware. You specifically pick out pet names to enrage people.”
“It’s hardly my fault the Duchess didn’t like to be addressed as ‘my dear’!”
“It kind of is, but…” Rex hesitates, then shrugs, still not looking at Kenobi. “You have never once flirted with me.”
Silence. Rex sneaks a few glances, and Obi-Wan is refusing to look back at him. Finally, when it’s clear Rex will play the waiting game, Obi-Wan just shrugs right back. “I don’t know how to do it sincerely. Flirt for real with someone I like.”
Rex goes through several stages of oh with embarrassing speed. He twists around to stare. “What – but – even from the very beginning?”
Obi-Wan continues to not look at him. “I might have been...less unaware than my prior owner believed.”
Rex blanches, well recalling his own long time in stasis – a cold, mostly dreamless state of unconsciousness. The notion of being even somewhat lucid across those long decades is nightmare fuel even before considering the indifferent way the guy at the store had talked about spare parts in a box.
Then there are super-awkward cuddles, eventually leading to some kind of queer platonic aro and/or ace ship happily ever after. ^_^
Thank you, this was a fun challenge!
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You have a wing fic?? Can you share the link, please? 👀
I do have a wing!fic but alas, it’s not published yet!
but fair warning it will be a series of poly, winged!A/B/O fics because of some sort of insanity inspired by YukiPri’s loveky fics, among others. weirdly it works, haha. hopefully the rex/obi one, Biological Imperative will be ready fairly soon hopefully, it just needs some final edits x
here is a lil teaser to hold you over:
The jai’g’ad licked a fang in a suggestive manner as his gaze drifted over Obi-Wan in turn, and his own hot lust washed over Obi-Wan through the bond. He shook his glorious wings out behind him so the jaig eye patterning of his fore-wings were fully revealed, catching the sunlight in a breathtaking display, making him quite the vision.
Sure, mating instincts were often hilarious, but in full effect at a time like this, they certainly worked. Little gods, but Rex in his full, golden glory under the sun was gorgeous, and they were in the rare kind of circumstance that allowed them both to enjoy such things without any pressure to hurry it along, or make any attempt at propriety and decorum, knowing that ship had taken off long ago.
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131-vr · 1 month
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I saw someone using the gif, so, I cleaned it up.
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blitzink · 4 months
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a huge project i’ve been working on all semester!
Star Wars The Clone Wars Poster Collection<3
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terapsina · 1 year
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Please explain your reasoning in the tags and may the Force be with you.
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iszapizza · 6 months
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clone wars but its a dating sim...
original trilogy dating sim!
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madsayo · 6 months
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made this for tcw 15th anniversary and spent…an embarrassing amount of time on it
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therealcalrissian · 1 month
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kj-ursa · 5 months
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i love Star Wars animation cus roughly half of it is Dee Bradley Baker in a recording booth talking to himself and everything else is James Arnold Taylor trying to disguise his buttery smooth dulcet tones
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candyfloss5000 · 28 days
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Instantly thought this during this scene 💀
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norcumii · 3 months
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RexObiBingoSithAU
(re: this meme. Thank you for playing! And, er, sorry for the delay; it’s been a weird week)
*gleeful bounces* Ok, so! At one point I picked up a RexObi bingo card because that seemed like a neat challenge, started a whole lot of stories, and then Life got annoying and I haven’t finished any of them. Bethatasitmay, my chosen line for bingo had one stumper: Fake Relationship. It’s just not a thing that usually does anything for me, so I kept poking at it because while I could swap it out, I wanted the challenge.
Then I registered that I do very well with the tumbl meme where people send random combos of tropes and I have to mash them together. And here I had a whole bunch of random tropes! So I set my own personal challenge to use ALL the tropes in a row/column in one fic, because no one said I couldn’t and why not?
Which led me to smashing together: Fake Relationship, Undercover Missions, Alternate Universe, Body Swap, and Force Bonds. Obviously, Obi-Wan would have to body swap across universes into one where he was a Sith, and Sith!Obi-Wan was on some kind of undercover mission with Rex where they had to pretend to be in a relationship something something Force Bonds makes for better spies. Easy! :D
A sample, for your entertainment!
Obi-Wan did not expect to wake up. He lay in a bed for awhile, just absorbing the experience. The last thing he remembered was some high powered blaster shot – sniper rifle, most likely – knocking him off his eopie. It’d gotten him right under the arm, so if it hadn’t cauterized everything – those kinds of shots didn’t tend to – then it had to have severed the artery.
He’d had time to muse that it was a lovely kill shot, then he’d slid towards unconsciousness.
There had been the vague impression of voices, for an impossibly long moment. Rather reminded him of that hazy nightmare on Mortis, but at least two of those three people were dead.
As he should be, but instead he was waking up, not in pain. Quite comfortable, truth be told, and he felt energized for the first time in...years. Rather a lot of years.
He shoved that notion away as quick as he could, as reality settled in slowly, exaggerating the sensation of a lazy holiday morning. Even with his eyes closed, Obi-Wan could pinpoint a hotel room. Mid-range, given the slight hum of noise dampeners keeping the outside well away. The one sheet and one thicker blanket had that crisp, not-quite-floral smell of many trips through the sonics, and the abundance of pillows had a range of fluffiness no single being would ever bother to stock.
There was also someone in the bed with him, and that was the biggest shock so far. It had been a long time since he’d shared a bed with anyone, and he couldn’t recall the last time it wasn’t for a mission.
Whoever they were, they were also a very precise distance away, the way one did when sharing with someone one didn’t like.
Not as foreboding as the whole possibly dead thing, but it didn’t strike him as good news.
“Sir,” a terrifyingly familiar voice declared from that precise distance next to him, “you said you wanted an oh-seven-hundred wake up call.”
Obi-Wan bolted upright, shocked awake in the way only a sudden hit of adrenaline and old trauma could manage. The man next to him sat up as well, eyeing him warily. “Everything all right, sir?”
There were so many things wrong about the situation that Obi-Wan didn’t even know where to start. The room looked close enough to a hotel room as to not matter – still wasn’t the desert. The man next to him was indisputably a clone, and while his Force presence was shielded better than Obi-Wan had ever encountered, he was fairly certain this was Captain Rex. However, Captain Rex looked young, with less scarring than he’d expect – there was no evidence of the sniper shot that had almost taken him down on Saleucami.
And he was also staring at the Captain’s chest in a way that was perhaps neither reasonable nor civilized, but it was a nice expanse of chest.
That was another significant oddity: Obi-Wan felt young – no, he felt hale in ways he hadn’t for quite some time, like he hadn’t been ground down by years of injuries and war and all the horror following the extinction of the Jedi.
He certainly didn’t feel dead. Obi-Wan scrubbed his face, hoping for some clarity, but he only found more mysteries. He was clean-shaven – it had been literal years since that last happened – and his hair was long, back down to his shoulders again. Back to the brighter auburn it had been years ago as well, which also made no sense.
He had no idea what was going on.
~end bit
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ominouspuff · 3 months
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when ur inconsiderate genetic duplicates fake a few deaths and kill a Sith w/out you
(you are a million other genetic duplicates)
Sketch Week! More concept art for Repurposing GAR armor towards the end of pulverizing wrinkly Sith — A guide by CC-1010, ecstatically-ex-marshal commander of Coruscant (AU)
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131-vr · 2 months
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I don't know anymore
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womp-womp-chomp-chomp · 6 months
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Tag yourself, I’m anakin
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phereshift · 10 days
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my (and my friends) emotional support plushie pile...
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ostentums · 18 days
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😂😂😂😂 @teabeearts
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