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iberiancadre · 1 month
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Tribute to the XV International Brigade, 24/02/2024
Thanks to the effort and coordination of the AABI (Association of Friends of the International Brigades), we have managed to locate almost the exact spot on which the British Brigade built a monument to those comrades lost in the Jarama Valley. This monument was later destroyed and erased by the fascist dictatorship, and after a couple of years of research and effort, the monument has been recreated more or less in the original place, with a brand new plaque
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People from many nationalities were present, including in no particular order: Serbs, Croats, Montenegrins, English, Scottish, Irish, French and USamericans. The battalions that were present in this sector were the Dimitrov (Yugoslavs, Bulgarians, Greeks, Romanians and Hungarians), British, Lincoln (including the Connolly Column) and February 6th (French) Batallions
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The XV Brigade began fighting south of Madrid on the 12th of February 1937, and tried to take a bridge over the Jarama which they didn't know had just been captured by the fascists the night prior. The resulting 5 hour battle, without artillery, air support, light machine guns, and with heavy machine guns without any ammo against the well equipped fascists resulted in 400 dead or wounded out of 600. The hill where this battle took place became known as Suicide Hill
Two days later, following an attack by the fascists that was successfully repelled, the Irish took the initiative, using a tactic they knew from illegal protests in Dublin. They sang the Internationale as a rallying cry for the entire Brigade and managed to push back the tired fascists. After this massive effort, the line froze and did not move until the end of the war. It was also the point where the two lines were the closest, at barely 80m.
This enormous sacrifice and best example of proletarian internationalism was key in keeping the front together and preventing the fascists' encirclement of Madrid and any further advance
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Many people were present today, at least 400. 3 Scottish descendants of brigadiers spoke, brigadiers whose name is on the plaque and whose bodies lie scattered in a nearby field. They were working people, mostly active in the labor movement, who left what little they had behind to fight for what they believed, in a land they didn't know. The fascists made widows of many British women, like the wife of Robert Bridges. He also left three children behind, and his granddaughter was able to tell us how her father (Bridges' son) remembered waving him goodbye down the street as he walked towards the station. They got the news of his death a couple of weeks later.
Another is J. McElroy, a syndicalist and the younger of 5 brothers, who participated in the battle of Cable Street against Oswald Mosley's blackshirts who attempted to kill many jews in London's East End. He was injured in February and managed to recover, but a fascist sniper killed him in April
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In the case of those who survived, most weren't able to return to their countries, and most ended up either in French concentration camps and later the Nazi concentration camps, or fighting with the French resistance
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flyiingsly · 5 months
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Reinforcements
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Square : Medic
Pairing : Keeli x gn!jedi!reader
Warnings : established relationship, angst, violence, mention of reader's death and death in general, blood, reader being shot and injured, mention of medical equipements
Wordcount : 3k
Summary : As the battle of Ryloth is raging and the planet is under Separatist's blockade, you and your men are secretly send as reinforcements to help General Di and Captain Keeli's batallion to face the droid army. You are ready to do whatever it takes to save their lives, even sacrificing yourself.
A/N : Here is my third submission for the @clonexreaderbingo ! I'm absolutely head over heels for that man, he's one of my favs and I think that he deserves more love (in a completely objective way, of course 😄) I'm still not over what happen to him in Clone Wars, so I had to write something to fix it ! (yay ! another Everybody Lives AU !)
Disclaimer : I'm still struggling to understand English grammar properly, English is not my native language and even if I have proofread my writtings several times, there is probably still typos in it. I'm very self conscious about it and I apologize for it in advance, but I'm doing my best to do better and I'm actively working at improving my writting skills !
So if you spot a typo, feel free to point it to me so I can correct it, it will be much appreciated :)
Your heart was beating faster than ever and you were awfully nervous, absolutely unable to stay quiet, your hands fidgeting with your lightsaber handle, twitching it again and again between your fingers, waiting desperately for the ship’s hold to open. You were standing still nonetheless, but your hands and your head were unable to find rest. Frightening thoughts were flashing up behind your eyes, sending shivers down your spine. What if it was already too late ? What if, while you were waiting here, the fight was already engaged and about to be lost ? What if they were already dead and that the last thing on their minds was that they had been abandoned to their faith ? It was unbearable. You were doing your best to look as calm and as composed as possible in front of your men, but it was a pretty hard exercise.
You knew that General Di and his garrison were doomed if no reinforcement was sent their way, so you and General Skywalker got an idea. Food supplies were about to be sent to Ryloth to help the population survive despite the separatist blockade and attacks. So, you decided to hide with your men inside one of the food supplies containers and wait for them to be throw from the sky down to reach the ground without being caught be the enemy to help them.
It was the perfect plan, your best and only chance at first, but the negotiation led by Senator Organa took longer than expected, and the supply ship departure was delayed, which wasted precious time given the urgency of the situation.
Suddenly, you felt an abrupt jolt as the container was finally released. The fall was quick, and the impact was so violent that you and your men were send flying against its metallic walls, falling on top of each other. You stay disoriented for a few seconds, before your inner voice screamed you to move. You get up on your feet, quickly helping your soldiers to stand up.
“Are you ready ?” you ask, looking at them with determination.
“Yes ma’am !”
“Let’s go then !” you draw your lightsaber, its blue light filling the confined space, followed by the warm glow of melted metal as you cut it open to create an exit.
As you hastily escape the container, bullets immediately started to fly toward you. The landing of the container has drawn the attention of the droids posted on the area, and now they were coming for you. You frantically look around you, searching for the presence of other clones around, while shielding your men with your lightsaber.
In the distance, you catch a glimpse of a flock of clankers heading toward one particular spot. The force signature that was emanating from there was highly recognizable : it was them.
“This way !” you scream to your men, opening a path for them by slicing the droids out of the way.
As you grew nearer, more and more bodies of fallen troopers were laying on the ground, and you pray to arrive soon enough to, at least, be able to save a couple lives.
You were running as fast as you could, cutting through everything that was getting in your way, trying your best to prevent your men from being shot, when you hear a piercing scream behind you. One of them was on the ground, an impact on his chest.
“No …” you mutter, knowing that you couldn’t do anything for him anymore. Turning around wasn’t an option, you needed to move forward no matter what.
“No !!” you scream with rage, sending a force wave to repel the attackers that were chasing you. The force signatures were getting closer, but you could feel that they were filled with struggle, and that their strength was starting to teeter.
Time was running out, and your pace wasn’t fast enough. You suddenly stop running, shouting to your men to stay close to you. You released another force wave, more powerful than the first, creating a wide empty perimeter around them.
“I’m going ahead, it’s the only chance to save them on time. This space I just created will give you a little advance on the droids, meet me there as soon as possible, be careful, soldiers !” you shout, looking at your clone captain. As soon as he nodded to you, you start to run again, and after a few steps, jump into the air, using the force to propel yourself.
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At the center of the droid’s attention were only two men left. The jedi Master and his Captain were exhausted and overwhelmed, but they were still standing, determined to fight until their last breath. The free space around them was getting smaller and smaller, their bodies were tired, and they could feel death inevitably coming their way.
“So this is it, this is how it will end …” Captain Keeli was thinking, when suddenly, a violent tremor made the ground shake beneath his feet. Something has just landed only inches from him. His eyes widen in surprise when he notices that the droids have moved a few meters back and were laying on the ground. In shock, he looks around him, trying to understand what had just happened. When he came face to face with you, standing next to him with your lightsaber in hand, he gasps, his eyes sparkling with hope.
“Keep fighting, don’t let your guard down Captain, my men are on their way !”
He didn’t get the time to answer with anything else but a fond smile before the droids started to get back up on their feet and aim at the three of you again.
You did your best to defend your position, you knew that your squad will be here soon, and you also knew that your container was not the only one to be released. Plenty of soldiers were heading toward you right now, all you had to do was to stand your ground until they reach you.
But even with one more fighter, your group was still overly outnumbered. Your opponents were gaining ground again, and even if you were sending force waves at them to slow them down, they were relentlessly coming back at you again and again in an endless metal flow.
As you were shielding your comrades, you felt a sudden and violent disturbance in the force. You turn around to look in terror at General Di, only to see him fall to the ground, and you arrived at just the right time to get in the way before another shot could find him.
Keeli noticed it too, and gave you a frightened look.
“Don’t give up” you shoot through the blasters sounds, “he’s not dead yet, we have to hold on, come on !” a rush of adrenaline washes over both of you, and without even thinking about it, you were back –to-back, protecting the jedi with your last strands of energy. He was not dead yet, indeed, you could still feel his force signature, weaker, but still glowing.
After a few more never-ending moments of fight, you finally catch a glimpse of a group of soldiers coming your way, the bustle diverting the droid’s attention from you.
“They made it” you mumble.
“The reinforcements are coming !” Keeli shout at you, noticing it too.
“I know !” you yell back with excitation in your voice, “just a few more minutes to hold on and it will be over, come on, we can make it !”
The idea of a rescue gave you a big resurgence of strength, and you both started to fight with even more determination.
But in the heat of the action, as you thought that things were going to resolve quickly, you heard Keeli lets out a scream. Your heart skipped a bit as you turned to face him. Both of his blasters were on the ground, and he was stunned and confused.
Without hesitation, you move between him and the wall of droids, shielding him until he retrieves his weapons. As you tried to stay focus on every side at the same time, dodging and blocking every fire you could, you accidentally missed one.
You gasp at the sudden pain tearing the back of your left shoulder apart. You were paralyzed, unable to move, until you hear Keeli’s voice desperately yelling your name.
“I’m fine !” you yell back, responding to the attack with another force wave, offering yourself a few seconds to get yourself together.
But as hard as you tried to ignore the pain, it was so intense that you had a hard time staying focused on the fight. You cut through a few more clankers, but it was so excruciating that it distracted you enough for you to miss another shot.
The impact was so violent that you lose your balance. You hand reflexively settled on your chest, and your eyes widen at the huge amount of blood that was covering your palm when you looked at it. Your vision become blurry, and the only thing you could hear now was the beating of your heart echoing inside your head, as you feel your consciousness slowly slipping away.
But as flash of lucidity crossed your mind : you couldn’t abandon now, the fight wasn’t over, and you weren’t alone in this. Two people were counting on you, and it was your duty to make sure that they survive.
That thought instantly made you regain your composure and gave you enough courage to carry on and retaliate, until a familiar voice was heard.
“They’re here ! This way, this way !” a clone’s voice resonates, soon followed by the appearance of a white and bright orange armor, then two, then a full wave emerging from the sea of droids.
The backups were here, finally. It was only a matter of seconds until the outcome.
Unfortunately, you weren’t able to see the end of it. In the last moments of the battle, the pain struck you again in a violent and unexpected burst. Your head started to spin severely, a taste of blood invading your mouth, your vision went even more blurry, and your legs became weak. And as hard as you tried to stay up on your feet, it was too difficult to resist the numbness, and you soon collapsed on the ground without a warning.
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When you opened your eyes again, you were laying down on a makeshift med bed, in what seemed to be a med tent, judging by the dark green fabric walls around you. Your first reflex was to try to sit on the bed, but you were quickly stopped by a stabbing ache coming from your upper back and your chest at same time, creating a tightening vice around your abdomen and cutting your breath. You gasp, but you still manage to sit anyway, clenching your jaw. Without noticing it, your move had unplugged the wire of some electrode sticked to the back of your hand from the medical device it was attached to, triggering some frantic beeping sound.
Nearly immediately, a medic burst into the room, making you jump in surprise.
“General, you’re awake ! What have you done ?” the medic lets out in a mix of relief and confusion, reaching for the device.
“I … I’m sorry, I didn’t saw the wire …” you stutter, still out of breath and a bit lost from waking up in an unknow environment.
“It’s okay, don’t worry, it’s nothing … But you should lie down, your bacta patches are still on, and you need to rest for a few more hours before getting up.” the medic answer after he finally made the noise stop.
“I’m sorry, I’m not going anywhere, I just wanted to sit, but I’m fine …”
He came closer to examine you, then look at you insistently.
“Can you promise me that this time you will not leave that tent before being allowed to, General ?”
You felt a bit ashamed at his words, remembering the last time you disobeyed your medic’s orders after being wounded on a battlefield.
“I promise.”
“Great … The Captain told me that I shouldn’t let you get out of here before you’re completely safe and healed, and I don’t want to know what kind of chores he’ll gave me this time if that order is not followed again.”
“The Captain … Is he alright ?” you ask, suddenly remembering what happened on the battlefield.
“He is, and he asked me to tell him when you’ll wake up. Can I let him in if he ask for it ?” the man answers in a softer tone.
“Of course, you can, thank you.”
He nodded before leaving the room, and you stayed here, sat on your bed, your heart starting to beat faster in anticipation. It didn’t take long until hurrying footsteps were heard coming toward you, and for the fabric curtain delimiting the space to be moved aside, revealing the face of your beloved captain.
“Keeli !” you let out, a smile unconsciously appearing on your lips.
As soon as he saw you, his expression of concern changed into relief.
“(y/n) …” he whispers in a weak voice filled with emotion. He gets himself together quickly, and turned toward the outside to thank the medic and ask him to give you some time alone, before entering the room and closing the curtain behind him.
“Mesh’la …” he whispers again, coming closer to you, “I was so worried about you … you took two shots, it was a miracle that you were still standing … I mean, you should be dead, and … and ... I can’t believe that you ended up hurting yourself so bad for us … That’s insane, I thought that I have lost you …”
The words were escaping his mouth at the speed of the light, he wanted to tell you so many things, but he couldn’t control his voice, and his thoughts came out messily, making him feel ashamed about how harsh and reproachful they sounded.
“Is .. Is general Di alright ?” you hesitantly mutter, fearing the answer.
“Yes, he is, he is badly injured, but according to the medics he’s going to survive. But he’s going to need some close observation for the next couple days, so the decision was made to take him back to Coruscant. He owes you his life …”
“Oh thanks Maker …” you breathed out, your head falling into your hands, like if a very heavy weight had just been released from your shoulders.
You could feel that he wanted to wrap his arms around you but was too afraid to hurt you by touching a painful spot. The bed was high, and you were nearly at the same height as him, so you slowly raised your head to meet his eyes, and stretched your arm to reach his face, softly brushing the tips of your fingers against his skin. You softly smile at him, as he relaxes under your touch.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you … But I just couldn’t leave you here alone to face an inevitable death, I had to do something …” you sigh at the painful thoughts, closing your eyes to refrain the tears from flooding them, in vain.
“… I just couldn’t imagine a world without you by my side, that’s impossible, that can’t be … I just can’t live without you, you know … I love you, and I’d rather give my life for you than having to spend the rest of it alone ...”
Tears were now rolling down your cheeks, and you weren’t trying to stop them anymore. His eyes were watery too. He was so deeply moved by your words that he couldn’t answer anything. Instead, he cupped your cheeks with his hands, holding your face like if it was the most precious jewel in the whole galaxy, and placed a gentle kiss on your trembling lips.
For a moment, you forget about the war, about the corpses, about death, pain, suffering, orders. Nothing seemed to matter anymore but the feeling of his lips against yours.
“I love you too, mesh’la, more than anything … It was reckless, but you saved my life, and I just can’t express how thankful I am … I feel so lucky to have you, you have no idea …” he breathed oud, tears falling from his eyes, and a beautiful smile on his lips.
You smiled back, happier than ever to have him by your side.
“I wish I could hug you right now, but I’m not sure that it’s a good idea …”
“I don’t think neither”, you chuckle, “but I hope that we’ll catch this up later.”
“Of course, we will, as soon as possible, I promise.”
Outside of the room, you suddenly hear the distant voice of a soldier asking someone where the captain was.
“Seems like duty is calling you again ...” you said, trying to hide your disappointment in your voice.
“Yeah, seems like it, indeed …” his smile faded, and you look at each other for a few more seconds before he takes your hands in his.
“I have to go, but I’ll be back soon. Take some rest, you deserve it. And … I know that I’m rambling but … don’t forget that I love you, more than anything.”
You’ve heard these words a million times before, but it was still making your heart melt no matter what.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll wait for you. And I like your ramblings, by the way !” you answer playfully,” I love you too, don’t forget about it neither.”
He placed a gentle and reassuring kiss on your forehead, and then he was gone, back to his men and his duty.
As you lied back on the bed, trying to ignore the pain, you think about how you just came near death once again. But you weren’t worried about it, because you knew that your most important mission has been fulfilled : to protect the life of the one you love.
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nyforceuser · 2 years
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A Different Kind of Clone War (3)
This, along with all of the others in A Different Kind of Clone War is a tickle fic, but pure fluff.
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Rex was so done. He was so so done, and it was all Cody could do to hide his snickering because it was funny. The Domino Twins were a menace when they were with the 212th, but they seemed to be even more mischeivious with their home batallion, the 501st. The way they drove Rex up the wall was hilarious.
And it wasn't exactly like Rex could do anything about it, either. The two ARCs were the source of laughs in many companies and somehow got away with pretty much anything. Pranks, jokes, you name it. It just wasn't worth trying to punish them because they'd bounce right back and do it all over again.
..and Fives would just slip Echo the manuals and Echo would finish them in record time because he's already read them all. It just wasn't worth it.
Rex had just found the CG's massiff in his quarters and had had a hard time returning her to Fox and his squad, first because he had no idea how she got there, second because she almost bit his hand off and he was scared to touch her after that.
After Hound had come to extract her (she greeted him happily) Rex had found the culprits and now they were defending themselves with stupid excuses like, "She was cute!" And "But massiff's are awesome! We should get one!"
Rex would argue that no, no they were not cute, Grizzer was vicious, and they would not be getting one any time soon.
Echo shrugged. "We tried."
"Yeah." Fives shrugged in a perfect imitation of his brother. "I really thought Rex would've liked her."
"I did too."
Rex sighed and glared at the two of them before exchanging a glance with Cody.
Cody chuckled. "You take Fives and I'll get Echo?"
The two started advancing toward the ARC troopers.
Rex grinned, almost relieved. "Works for me."
Fives and Echo looked at each other in confusion and then Rex dug his fingers into Fives's sides and Cody grabbed Echo around the middle, scratching at his stomach. Thier reactions were completely different: Fives yelped and snapped his elbows against his sides and Echo started squirming desperately and choked on a startled gasp. Neither succeeded in evasion and both ARCs were on the floor in ten seconds flat. Fives kept shrinking away and curling in on himself while Echo squirmed and fought, hysterically giggling and giving Cody a hell of a time.
Rex pinched at Fives's lower ribs, a spot that seemed to be incredibly effective. The clone cackled and arched his back before curling up again, wrapping his arms around his torso and failing to block Rex's fingers.
"You ticklish, Fives? Don't think I've ever heard you laugh like this."
"Rehehehex!!"
"Hey, you deserve this! I don't think Grizzer or I liked that you obducted her, so this can be your punishment for ticking me off."
Fives squeaked a protest that was lost in a new fit of laughter when Rex wormed his fingers under his arms.
Cody was discovering that Echo was much more ticklish than his brother and much more defensive too. He had narrowly avoided a knee to the groin and evaded a forearm to the nose, but did manage to get an elbow to the stomach.
With much difficulty, Cody managed to wrestle the ARC trooper on his back to sit on his thighs and it was all over for poor Echo.
He screamed as Cody squeazed his hips and skittered his fingers up his sides.
"Cody! CODYYHEHEHEHE!!" He finally managed in between fits of hysterical laughter.
Cody grinned at him and scribbled over his stomach, making him thrash and throw his head back.
"STAAahaHahapp!!"
"Sorry, Echo. I wanna see who can last longer."
"Echo! ITS ECHO!" Fives screamed. "Gahaha-REX NO!"
"No what? No this?"
Fives pounded his heels into the ground as Rex pressed into the spots just below his underarms.
Cody chuckled at how alike the two ARCs really were as he wormed his own fingers under Echo's arms, earning a shriek from the younger clone that toned down to hysterical cackling.
But where Fives's energy to fight was slowly ebbing, Echo was still struggling, despite how much more ticklish he was.
As Fives gave in, curling up and helplessly laughing while Echo continued to thrash and fight Cody, Rex huffed a small chuckle and let up. Cody squeezed Echo's sides one more time before following suit and getting off of the poor trooper.
Echo kept squirming and giggling as the sensations faded and Fives kicked him weakly. "This is all your fault."
Cody laughed and moved to sit on the floor next to Rex, who wore the easiest smile Cody had seen on him in a while. Echo pushed himself up enough to shoot Cody a glare before resting his head against Rex's leg.
Rex chuckled and carded a hand through his hair as Cody muttered, "Oh I see how it is," with a smile plastered on his face.
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There’s a Voice That Rumbles Beneath Us and Somebody Needs to Listen [½] (#25 Whumptober 2022)
Prompt: Lost Voice | Duct Tape | “You better start talking”
Fandom: Star Wars- All Media Types, Star Wars - The Clone Wars (2008)
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/212th Attack Batallion
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: N/A
Summary: The end of the war has come and gone, but General Kenobi hasn’t said a thing.
Not since Mustafar.
Author's Note: I think I might add a super, super dirty, 212th/Obi-Wan smut scene as a second part to this. I didn't want to add it here because I feel like it would ruin the soft sad vibe I was going for, but stay tuned for that. XD
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It had been the celebration heard across the galaxy.
The war had gone on for far too long.
When five years had come and gone, the Galactic Senate and Separatist Council had finally agreed to a treaty that both sides could live with and the war was declared officially over.
When the newly elected Chancellor, Chancellor Bail Organa of Alderaan had stepped out to announce the end of the war, and the beginnings of the aide packages to be sent out ahead of requests for war-torn planets, a deafening roar of applause had rung out.
A full month later, the roar could still be heard echoing through every molecule of the galaxy, dancing from planet to planet as the news sparked joy in every new person to hear the news.
The galaxy was free, the Sith were defeated, and an unwinnable war had been won.
There were parties and festivals across the galaxy.
Every person had something to say.
Almost every person.
The war had come and gone, but General Kenobi still hadn’t said a thing.
Not since Mustafar.
Cody wasn’t exactly sure what had happened, even after asking Rex.
“General Skywalker died,” was all the man had said, “And so did Senator Amidala.”
It was the worst-kept secret that Skywalker and Amidala had been together and when he looked at the two children that General Kenobi had brought back to the temple with him, it wasn’t hard to piece that together at least.
The two children under his care were undoubtedly the children of Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala, though why they couldn’t be under the care of their parents remained very much a mystery to all that hadn’t been there.
It didn’t help that the Jedi Council had declared that they no longer served the Republic and hidden amongst themselves, only leaving when a particular planet called for their assistance.
This, Chancellor Organa, had promised was temporary, while the Jedi dealt with their war losses and recouped from the war efforts. They were still available to help, though they no longer answered to the Senate and he was sure that soon they’d come to an agreement to get them to return.
And the troopers had been recruited—recruited, not ordered, with real pay and benefits and everything in an effort to repair relationships between the senate and army, although Cody thought it might be more about repairing relationships between the senate and Jedi—to assist in the repairs for planets across the galaxy, to rebuild and reestablish citizen’s homes and to reinstate planets that wished to return to the Republic after the war.
Cody led most of the 212th—without the help of the general they’d come to rely on—in the rebuilding efforts.
It was soothing, to bring help to the planets that Cody had only ever wrought destruction on.
Every time they returned from a particular mission for their now mandatory downtime, Cody would ask the question but it was always the same.
General Kenobi had not said a thing, only carefully taken care of the children in his care.
Until one day, Cody returned to his new condo—one of the first things to be built so that the clones would have a place to call home, on the moon Hesperidium, from the remains of Palpatine’s luxury resort with a shuttle to and from Coruscant—and found General Kenobi sitting in the atrium, two babies strapped to his chest.
His general was kissing one of the baby's heads, bouncing them up and down lightly to soothe their fussing.
“General Kenobi.”
The man in question looked up, face tired though he gave Cody a small smile.
“I’m not a general anymore, Cody,” he said, voice hoarse and quiet, “And I’m no longer a Jedi, either. I think just Obi-Wan will do.”
Cody was taken aback.
“You’ve left the Jedi?” he asked in disbelief, “Wh-why?”
“I’m afraid I don’t fit there anymore,” Obi-Wan said softly, “I don’t suppose we could talk about this somewhere a bit more private, could we?”
Cody looked up to the troopers milling about, clearly waiting to hear what was going on.
“Of course, let me take you to my…place,” Cody finally settled on a word for his new home, though it felt foreign on his tongue.
Obi-Wan just gave him a grateful smile.
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“Can I get you some tea?” Cody offered as he led Obi-Wan into his condo, “I’ve got the Alderaan spiced tea you always used to drink on the ship if you’d like?”
He didn’t mention that he’d only bought it for if Obi-Wan were to come to visit him. It had been a bit expensive even with his new stipend, but he thought that might have to do with it being a favourite of the new chancellor and not because it had been that way during the war.
“I…wouldn’t mind a cup if you have it,” Obi-Wan agreed, “Thank you, Cody.”
The motion of making a cup of tea for his general was instinct and Cody found his mind wandering as he completed the repetitive motion.
“So…you’ve left the Jedi,” Cody said awkwardly, wishing his general’s ability to be delicate had rubbed off on him.
It had, a little, but not when talking to his general. They’d never had to mince words between each other before.
“I have,” Obi-Wan agreed, looking down at the babies wrapped to his chest, “I’ve…decided to take care of…Luke and Leia and I couldn’t do that from the Jedi, and honestly…I think perhaps my path is different than it was when I first joined them. I don’t believe that they are the same anymore.”
“Luke and Leia,” Cody said, taking the cup and setting it on the small, wonky coffee table as he sat on the couch, “Are these little ones?”
He reached out a hand, laughing as one of the babes grabbed his finger, immediately sticking it in their mouths and cooing.
“Luke,” Obi-Wan scolded lightly, “You don’t know where that’s been. Why must you do this?”
Cody let out a little laugh, “I promised I washed my hands as soon as I came in. You saw me. Decontamination and all that.”
“I don’t think he knows that though,” Obi-Wan said softly, “Do you, Luke?”
“They’re adorable,” Cody said, before clearing his throat, “I’m glad to see you, Obi-Wan. I heard that you weren’t doing well.”
“I’m…still not doing great,” Obi-Wan admitted after a moment, “I’m looking for an apartment on Coruscant right now. It’s taking a bit longer than I thought it would. But I can stay at the temple as long as I need and…well I have to figure out a source of income anyway so it may be for the best.”
“You’re really leaving, huh?” Cody asked.
“I am,” Obi-Wan agreed, “I…can’t stay. Not anymore.”
“What- what happened to Skywalker?” Cody asked, chest tightening, “Rex won’t talk about it.”
“I…I killed him.”
Cody froze, looking up at Obi-Wan, expecting amusement but there was nothing.
“Obi-Wan?” he asked.
“He died,” Obi-Wan finally said, “On Mustafar. There was…there was the Separatists Council there. Dooku had just died and he…wanted to kill them. To end the war. At the same time Master Yoda and Master Windu were dealing with Ch- Palpatine. Darth Sidious. Whatever you want to call him.”
“He wanted to…kill them?” Cody asked, throat dry, “Why?”
“He wanted to…end the war,” Obi-Wan said softly, “But the war was already over. Padme…she followed up. I think she knew something wasn’t right. He…he hurt her. She…died after having the children. Anakin…when he realized what he’d done….It was my fault. I shouldn’t have called for her. I should have handled things myself but I thought she’d be able to get through to him where I couldn’t and now….now they’re both dead.”
“And I’m afraid I’m all these two have,” Obi-Wan admitted, “I didn’t know where else to go. So I came here.”
“You’re always welcome here,” Cody said, voice firm as he took one of Obi-Wan’s hands, “Always, Obi-Wan. I hope you know that.”
“I do,” Obi-Wan agreed, “But I’m afraid I don’t know what to do anymore. Without the Jedi, I don’t know who I am.”
“You’re our general,” Cody told him, “You’ll always be our general, Jedi or not. And if you need a place to stay then there are a few open condos here. You’re more than welcome to choose whichever would work best for you and your ad.”
“Oh. Cody I couldn’t, I’m not-.”
“You’re one of us. You fought beside us through the whole war,” Cody told him emphatically, “Honestly I don’t think there’s anything that we could want more.”
Obi-Wan’s face softened as he looked at Cody.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just cut everyone off so suddenly. I’ve missed you all,” Obi-Wan said, cupping Cody’s cheek, “I should have-.”
Cody put his hand over Obi-Wan’s, “You were processing trauma. No one will be mad, Obi-Wan. Just say that you’ll stay. Say that you’ll let us be there.”
Obi-Wan swallowed, “Can it be that easy? We just go back to how things used to be? No questions or changes.”
“Well things are bound to change,” Cody murmured, “But let us change with you. We don’t have to do everything we used to do right away…or ever if you don’t want but at least stay with us.”
“I’ve missed you,” Obi-Wan said, voice barely a whisper, “I’ve missed…waking up with you all as well. I’m not sure…now that I’ve got Luke and Leia to take care of I’m not sure how things will go but…if you are willing to try, I’m willing to give it a shot.”
“I’m pretty sure every vod will happily buy a bassinet if it means having you in our beds again,” Cody said softly, “It’s the only part of the war I’ve missed.”
“I’ve missed it to,” Obi-Wan promised, “So…I’ll move in. Find a condo to put my things but perhaps you won’t mind if I don’t spend much time there.”
“Not at all,” Cody agreed, “I’ll happily have you if you’d rather not be alone.”
“I love you,” Obi-Wan whispered, “I haven’t been able to say it all this time but I hope you’ve all known it was true.”
“We do.”
“Cody, kiss me please,” Obi-Wan pleaded.
Cody shot forward, pressing their lips together, careful of the ad tucked against Obi-Wan’s chest as he tangled his fingers into Obi-Wan’s hair, pulling the man closer to him.
The war was over.
And their general had finally spoken.
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One of The Best | Wiliam Guarnere x m!reader
@satan-incarnate-666 asked: hrgfnd i just thought of a super cute idea
guarnere x m!reader get-together fic where read gets juuuust a bit too close while helping guarnere put his camo face paint on 👀
summary: it's always relieving when nobody gets killed or wounded, but it's even more relieving when Guarnere can finally tell you how he feels.
tws: mentions of violence, swearing
"They're back!" A joyous call from Mohinder as he raced to find Easy Company, wanting to share the good news with them. "They're back, and not one of 'em got shot down!"
Guarnere was the first to approach, furrowing his brows as he carried his equipment with both hands. "Who's back?"
"The pilots," Mohinder clarified with a soft chuckle. "Every single one of them."
Guarnere smiled, raising his brows. "Seriously? Even (y/n)?"
"He was first home," Mohinder grinned, grabbing some of Guarnere's stuff and humming. "First to land, first to tell me the news... come on, we'll go see them."
"We're doing a practice jump, I gotta prepare and-"
"As a superior officer, I'm telling you to come with me," Mohinder insisted, giving him a little shove as he laughed. "I know you've had a crush on (y/n) for a while, and I know he'd love to see you."
Guarnere shut up, doing his best not to blush as he followed the Air Marshal closely, nearly dropping everything and bolting over towards you when he laid eyes on your hurricane; you were chatting to Perveen, laughing and probably bragging about the strength of the RAF, but when you saw Guarnere, you grinned, and stopped the conversation so that you could run over to him. His equipment clattered to the floor as you hugged him tightly, letting him bury his face against the side of your neck as you sniffled and laughed ever so quietly.
"Fuck, am I glad to see you..."
Guarnere gave you a little squeeze as he swallowed thickly, hoping that you didn't feel how hard he was blushing as he nodded and smiled, chewing at the inside of his lip. He had missed you, if he was honest, and he wasn't so sure you would return this time; it was a dangerous mission, it was always dangerous, and by God, he was so fucking pleased that you had come back in one piece. "You're not hurt, are you?"
You shook your head, refusing to let go as you sighed and rubbed his back a little; noticing all too much how well he fit into your arms and doing your best not to tell him how you really felt. Guarnere would never look at you that way, he thought you were just a friend. Only a friend. And while there was nothing wrong with that when it came to Nixon, or to Winters, or Christensen, or even Roe... things were different when it came to Guarnere. Much too different.
"No, I'm okay," you eventually told him. "We're okay... aren't you supposed to be doing a practice drop soon?"
"Yeah," he breathed out. "The other squad is gonna drop us."
You frowned, wishing that you could have been the one to have helped with their training but knowing that you couldn't; all your squadron did was bomb raids, supply drops, find lost batallions and dogfight. So you nodded, and you cleared your throat as you pulled away a little, trying not to smile when the tip of his nose ever so slightly pressed against yours. "Anything I can help with, at least?"
"I need to put that paint on my face," he shrugged. "If you're any good at that."
You smiled, clapping his shoulder as you reluctantly let go, already missing the way that he felt in your embrace as you did your best not to think about it too much. "I've done it here and there, I'm sure we can work it out."
Leading the way, Guarnere grabbed what he had dropped, and allowed Mohinder to pass along what he had been carrying to you, before he brought you over to just behind the bunkers; he sat down with his legs spread, his back against the cold metal, as you knelt between his legs and grabbed the make-up.
"Just don't make me look like an idiot," he told you, shaking his head as he let you put one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself.
Leaning in so close, you could have kissed him as you gently applied the paint; biting at the inside of your lip as you tried not to let your hands shake. He was so close, you could feel his gentle breathing as you steadily applied each little smear and stroke, swallowing thickly as you let out a shaky sigh.
"(y/n)," Guarnere breathed out, capturing your wrist as he forced you to stop for a moment, so close that you could feel his lips move as he spoke. "You're shaking."
"I'm just..." you sighed, deciding it better to show him as you slowly leaned in a little more, just enough to finally kiss him.
It started out slow and gentle, steady and soft, as he eagerly kissed back and put his other hand at the back of your neck; but it was Guarnere who decided to pick up the pace, kissing you more harshly, desperately, as he poured every ounce of his devotion and adoration into it. Leaving you breathless and dizzy when he finally pulled away, his lips slightly plump as he grinned.
"You gotta stop teasing me like that," he joked. "Getting in my face and being all nervous."
You shook your head, deciding to steal another quick kiss as you tore your wrist from his grasp and placed your hand on his chest. "I wanna be with you, Bill, so fucking badly."
"I feel the same," he admitted softly. "But I don't think I can keep my hands off of you if you became my boyfriend."
You laughed softly, the sound so quiet and so tranquil that Guarnere couldn't help but to chuckle softly at it, and you moved your hands down, resting them on his stomach. "I don't think I'd want you to keep your hands off of me."
"Kiss me again," Guarnere whispered. "C'mon, just one more."
"What about your make-up?" You asked quietly. "Aren't you scared it's gonna get smudged?"
"I don't give a shit," he admitted, gently running his thumb up and down the soft flesh at the back of your neck. "If you wanted to, I wouldn't say no to you leaving some hickeys on my neck, either... y'know, just so I can tell everyone that my boyfriend is an RAF pilot."
"One of the best RAF pilots," you corrected with a soft laugh. "Let me finish the job, first... then I'll start turning your neck into a masterpiece."
"Fine," Guarnere grumbled, sitting back again and allowing you to get on with it, only daring to steal little kisses here and there to see you smile, to remind himself that it was really happening. That his boyfriend was one of the best the RAF had to offer. "Thanks."
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When was the last time you lost a fight/battle?
"I've lost the battle with the Orcs in the first time. They've overpowered my batallion and they don't care about the thorns. A devastating blow that was."
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"But the second time around, we were more prepared. I was more prepared."
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What do you think of Anne de Pisseleu as a person and a royal mistress (her relationship with Francis, her influence and power) and her life afterwards?
I was reading "the life and afterlife of a royal mistress" and I was so struck by the fact that so many people dismiss her after Francis's death in a very typical way ("she lost her power, she was punished, she died in obscurity") and she DOES seem to have faced quite severe and potentially life-threatening consequences, but she also seems to have been an extremely strong-willed and intelligent woman who managed to endure this disaster and succeeded in building a new life with great wealth for herself / converting to Protestanism / outliving both Henry II and Diane and dying in her 70s.
Idk, she feels very underrated, especially considering the influence she had in politics and her very long life afterwards. She seems to have been quite a charismatic person as well.
she IS underrated oh my god i still can't believe people sleep on her. I think she legitimately had the same flair as Anne Boleyn, and had Henry VIII been stuck with Catherine (ie like every King ever before and after him), i find it quite likely that Anne Boleyn's trajectory would have mirrored Anne de Pisseleu's, with or without children. She was smart, politically and socially aware, knew when to step up and when to sit down. She managed to create sort of a peaceful ménage à trois with Queen Eleonore (in large part because Anne was already around before Eleonore turned up), created relevant political connections and elevated her family without hijacking the key positions at court that would have made all of them easy targets.
Cozying up with the Protestants after Francis' death was a major, major bad bitch move, and she handled it like a pro. There's a part of me that believes a royal mistress' true power comes to light after her 'downfall', because this is how you can spot if she made smart moves during her favor. It's the exact same thing with Diane. People just assume she suffered a downfall and never recovered from it; in his biography, which came out like two, three years ago? something like that? Le Fur uses less than maybe 50 pages to sum up the seven remaining years of her life after Henri's death, which turns out to be the moment she truly shone as a family head and got to swin in those waters she'd been testing for two decades. The bulk of those 50 pages is entirely dedicated to the different updates she made to her will and completely skips on the war where she was personally involved, hosting war leaders, batallions, marrying grandkids… You know, basically anything that made her relevant.
It's just ridiculous. Thankfully David Potter is here and doing an amazing job.
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//TOH SPOILERS
Imagine Luz, King, and Hooty nearing home... or what it once was. Imagine the house with portions of the roof still remain aflame, the smoke rising as it goes further above. Large cracks, scratches, and chunks of the house walls piling up on the ground that also have traces of feathers and activated glyphs. Imagine Hooty's door busted, laying cold, dusty, and dirty on the ground. Imagine the inner part of the house all messy, trashed, and... cannot be recognized if it's still habitable anymore.
The house they call and run to is now... just shards of the last remnants of home.
But also think how they were filled with hope and life when they heard the distant voices that echoed deep in the woods. Think about how they would run towards those voices, their vision blurry and snot rushing down their noses. Think about the crying children along with the weeping bird who thought they had lost, but immediately realize they have far more precious things than the remains of a broken house. And once they found who they were searching for, all they did was to tackle her down in a very tight hug. Unbothered about the dirt and dust that'll stick with them, they also didn't notice the cuts, wounds, and bruises that the pair they were searching for had. The relief, exhaustion, and the series of unforgettable events immediately made the tears stream down their faces. They didn't notice the other companions that were watching them.
But right now, they'll savor this moment they are in. At Lilith's... and mother's embrace. 
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Lilith: I'm sorry about the house, Hootsifer.
Hooty: It's alright, Lulu. At least none of you got hurt.
Luz: When did all this happen, Eda?
Eda: Yesterday. Batallion of guards were sent here to capture anyone inside the house. That dirty old muck.
King: It's a good thing that you're still here... waiting for us to get us. If not... we don't know where to run anymore.
*Hooty's eyes glowed which everyone made to step back*
Hooty: I'll never, ever, loose all of you in my sight ever again, hoot.
Lilith: It's alright, Hootsifer. We got help anyways. *gestures at their 'companions' who all chose to be on look out for any unwanted help*
Luz: Eda, are they your--
Eda: I'll fill in the details later. *with a soft expression on her face, she cupped her kids faces* It's a good thing I agreed with your little trip or else even the two of you gotten hurt. *immediately shifting into her harpy mode eyes* And if that would be the case, they better hide their bones 'coz I'll be breaking them apart.
Luz, King, and even Hooty: *sweat forming at their forehead while remembering how they nearly got toasted, murdered, and crushed with chunks of rock*
Luz: Yeah, heh, we'll definitely fill you in with details later...
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Chapter 6 - Of water
I managed to buy a house with the money I made, not a legal house like a normal person, but a legally-gray house, that is, the house is owned by the person that has lived in the house but the terrain is not the person's. The gov does not care much about this sort of situation so it's possible to live in one of these for quite a long time. I didn't made enough money to buy a real house, I didn't even make one tenth of the money needed for a real house, but at least with this little home, I didn't had to pay rent.
Maybe the house has a lot of things to repair and a lot of walls to paint, but it's a nice house, and the plan was simple, just save-up some money to fix all the issues the houes has. So, I was planning to move with my boyfriend but…The duty called. Two months I spent guarding some jail in the middle of nowhere, thankfuly no one robbed the house…But there was a flood, in the city. That flood changed my view of the army as a whole.
I had spent two months guarding that jail, and for 3 weeks the water of the flood just sat in the house, and it soaked all of my belongings in water, poop, mud and who knows what else. It sat for so long in the house that there was moss growing int some wall. I stared at the scene, in silence.
I silently picked up a bucket, started shoving water out. When the water level was low enough, started collecting it with a towel and filling the bucket up, then just mopped the floor. Finally I sat on the bed and ate some cooked meat I brought from the batallion, and I looked around the house. The air was heavy and humid, my belongings were soaked, every single little treasure I had collected over the years, and any electronics were destroyed.
I collected everything and cleant up whatever I could clean up and was savageable. A lot of things had to be thrown out. The flood, and the fact that I spent most of my time in the military rather than living my own life, and the fact that studying wasn't going to be as easy whilst working as I thought it would be made me make a harsh decision.
I left the military, the only life I knew up until that point, I Left it all behind. I left with the hopes of getting a new job, any job, even if it was just mcdonalds, but a job that respects my time, a job that lets me go back home every day to my boyfriend and my house, a job that lets me live.
But things were harder than I expected…
Fun facts:
-I always liked photography, one of the things I lost in the flood was a very expensive(for me) camera, it was a thousand dollars, that kind of money wasn't easy for me to save-up. -I skipped a lot of important life events for the military, leaving it was a huge decision I couldn't have taken without the support from my boyfriend. -Coming out to my mother and society in general was devastatingly hard thanks to my previous issues and traumas, but I managed! -Thanks to some faulty water heater I almost die last year, this whole autobiography was close to not being written.
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THis is where we're at right now. I might post more once life develops a bit more, enough for another chapter at least.
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Hey K!! How are you?? Just curious what books you've bought recently and what you're reading now?
Hey Lee! I’m doing alright, how about you? The fact that you’ve asked this question makes me so happy!! ☺️❤️
I’m gonna add a ‘read more’ for the people who don’t want to read my rambles about history books haha
I had to think a little bit about this haha, but I think my most recent purchases were ‘Outlaw Youngers’ (which is about the brothers that ran with Jesse James), and ‘Gettysburg: The Final Fury’ (which is about the Battle of Gettysburg (obviously haha)) .... I’m going to an auction tomorrow where there’s a man who sells books pretty cheap, so I’m excited to see what I can pick up there — maybe I’ll have to add on to the post when I do so
As far as reading goes...oh boy...I’ve got so many books that I’m ‘reading’ at the moment (I give myself this grace because they’re scholarly written books about historical topics, so I can jump around — and that’s completely fine, right?? 😅😅) But just recently I’ve picked up ‘Never in Finer Company’ (about the lost batallion of American soliders in WWI) and ‘Eyewitness: Gettysburg’ (again about the Battle of Gettysburg)
As you can probably see...I’m a totally history nerd who has too many books to even count, but I’m hoping I can really spend the summer reading a lot of them. ☺️💕
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I wonder what will happen to Detachments in 10th Edition
Because right now with Nephilim it does not seem to make much sense. So, before Nephilim dropped, you essentially had 12CP, and if you wanted to refuse paying the "troop tax" because you wanted many units from a non-troop unit but they'd go over the point limit if you put them into Brigade/Patrol detachments, you could pay extra CP (usually 3) for Vanguard or Outrider detachments respectively.
So there was a real choice. But with CP down to 6, and with your Warlord Trait and Relic costing 1 each, going that road would either mean starting the game at 3CP with zero extra abilities, or if you picked any you come close to 1 or even 0 CP.
Now you essentially run a Batallion or a Brigade, put your Warlord in there to make it free, and use your 6CP to gear up AND have some points over, because starting with 0 severely locks you out of rerolls and strategems.
So generally, what is the design purpose of those things?
One point of it is to limit the number of specific unit types or exclude them from the reguar army - Fortifications, Flyers, and Lord of Wars come to mind. But right now aside from the limits on flyers and "don't be as stupid as to bring a 6 CP cost Ultraheavy detachment to a 2000p game" they don't do much. Of course it is also to stop cheese armies like "I just bring every heavy support thing in the codex three times and blast you off the table"
When the two most used are essentially "just throw in there whatever you want", the point of it is essentially lost. So #1 prediction for 10th: Generalist Detachments will get nerfs. Patrol with all options besides troops reduced to 1 (from 2) Batallion will be seen as the "small brigade", so it will have 1 mandatory in every slot (besides flyers), and the Birgade itself will probably have more mandatory slots as well, probably on the troop slot.
Another reason they exist is that they keep troops relevant, which goes a long way to keep base units as the iconic faces of their armies - and since you HAVE to take them for efficiency, you want to build on synergies - or you try to minimize your costs with the cheapest option aviable. It's why Orks have Gretchens. In a world without troop tax, those would be entirely pointless.
At the same time, it makes any detachments that do not need troops special. GW essentialy throws a hurdle at you but also gives you the option to build around it. The problem right now that there is no benefit to picking those. You still bring 2000 points to the table one way or another, just because you spread them on different models does not warrant the steep price you got to pay for them.
To have this design make sense you need to make those more attractive. So #2 prediction for 10th: The highlighted unit type will get a specific buff. My idea was that for example if you pick outriders, you get a short pregame move, and if your units already have them (because Outriders, duh), you add range to it. This could be done for every unit type of course.
If this seems too random, also consider Faction-Specific perks instead, such as Marine units of the type benefitting more from specific doctrines, or T'au units benefitting from specific Mont'ka or Kauyon rulings.
In theory a third point of various detachments was to have an army of "multiple parts". So you could have one group with a subfaction choice good for holding the backline, and one for dashing into the front. With the recent tournament rules this has been forbidden, everything with a variable subfaction needs to come from the same one. No more mixing chapters, clans, or septs. I can see why they did it from a balancing point of view, but it still does hurt the concept of detachments overall.
Of course, all this just makes sense if you keep the system. For all we know GW could for 10th edition just throw their hands into the air, say "just bring whatever models you want we don't care", refuse to elaborate further and just leave the room. Not very likely to happen and I think since in the future there will still be a troop tax - and therefore options to avoid troop tax - we won't be seeing the end of a detachment system anytime soon.
What we will get however are faction specific detachments in addition to the regular, like Farsight's "The Eight". That sounds like a fun idea to give niche units a chance to take center stage, especially if you mix in the idea of specialist detachments. You can load them up with really crazy relics and warlord traits, and then lock those behind very specific unit choices. Would make it easy as hell to balance. Sure, you want the "super-cannon/ability"? Better jump through some hoops then and take some limitations!
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Weapons of War
“The tragedy of war is that it uses man’s best to do man’s worst.” Harry Emerson Fosdick, Minister, Riverside Church
 “Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men.” George S. Patton, General, United States Army.
 “Many argue that the smart weapon is immoral. They are incorrect; the smart weapon is amoral, as are all weapons.’ Gilson R. Lanham, Chief Shareholder, Axiom Synthetics.
 The battalion consolidated at 21:09, point seven-nine miles outside the colony perimeter. Nineteen units, clad in freshly stereo-lithographed polymer modules. Each figure stood twice the height of the average human, yet their pneumatic joints allowed a far greater range of flexibility, permitting them to alter their profile in a nano-second. Their casing was painted with dazzle camo in a variety of intelligent paint which was able to react to the changing light and adjust hue accordingly. The machines were equipped with a suite of incredible software, including analysis, trajectory plotting and enemy systems analysis; each also incorporated a small minifactorum which converted a variety of commonly-found objects and naturally-occurring elements into sources of fresh ammunition. Combined with the rechargeable power plant, adapted to run on biofuel (able to regain up to an hour’s charge from a common housefly) the machines were inexhaustible; quite inexhaustible, and the variety of energy and kinetic weapons they were capable of deploying were quite formidable.
The command unit was named UC-259-B. This is inaccurate, of course, for two reasons. Firstly its official designation was far longer, incorporating shorthand for its place of manufacture, the company that had designed it, the military force it was currently attached to, and about a dozen other things besides; but for the ease of the operators, and the brevity of the combat logs, it was referred to as UC-259-B. The second reason, of course, was that it possessed no name; no concept even of the importance of a name. Its designation was required solely by its operators.
At this precise moment, it was scanning the horizon for signs of remaining life and reviewing the terms and conditions of the mission parameters.
At 18:05, an update had been relayed from the commanders back on Earth. Hostiles confirmed in sector. Batallion 259-B instructed to mobilise at once. Removal of all hostiles from the colony was required.
The process had not taken long. The battalion had lost only one unit, taken out by an extremely improbable arcing shot fired by one of the hostiles. UC-259-B had deemed this loss acceptable and had made no modifications to its tactical subroutines. This had proven the correct course of action.
Now, the colony appeared to be empty. Vital sign scans revealed nothing. Heat mapping revealed nothing either.
And yet, visual receptors suggested conscious movement within the colony.
This information was being relayed over and over by the units. It was extremely unlikely to be a malfunction.
At length, one of the units, the one which was the closest in physical proximity to its command unit, spoke.
‘Proposal. Advance toward colony. Identify.’
The suggestion being relayed audibly was of course not required; it was there as a failsafe for the benefit of allied human forces. A careless engineer must have left it running.
Yet when the reply came from the command unit, this too was transmitted audibly; ‘Confirmed. Advance. Neutralise hostiles.’
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Just Close Your Eyes and We'll Be Safe and Sound (#31 Whumptober 2022) [1/2]
Prompt: Comfort | Bedside Vigil | “You can rest now”
Fandom: Star Wars- All Media Types, Star Wars - The Clone Wars (2008)
Pairing: Trapper/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Past Obi-Wan Kenobi/212th Attack Batallion 
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Major Character Death
Summary: It would have been an easy win.
It should have been an easy win.
But Ben had learned long ago, that the Empire didn’t fight fair. He’d seen enough of his family die, and suffer, and hang to know that there was no fair fight against Palpatine.
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It would have been an easy win.
It should have been an easy win.
But Ben had learned long ago, that the Empire didn’t fight fair. He’d seen enough of his family die, and suffer, and hang to know that there was no fair fight against Palpatine.
There was too much to worry about, too much going on around Ben as he desperately tried to make his way through the overly-crowded streets of Jabiim.
The last time he’d been there, it hadn’t been anything like this.
Even the neon lights looked dull and lifeless and there were so many people around Ben who didn’t actually seem to know what was going on. Adults who weren’t there anymore, children acting like adults.
It was…lost.
Just like Ben and his men had lost the planet so long ago, it seemed like it hadn’t managed to find its way again. If anything, it looked worse. It looked like the place where dreams went to die and the force weaved around the too-large buildings with an air of despair and ache that made something tighten in Ben’s chest.
He remembered the last time he’d been here, and yet, it seemed like a lifetime ago.
Everything felt slick like oil, like Ben wouldn’t ever be able to get clean, no matter how much water he used and the longer he spent on the planet, the more the memories came back to haunt him.
He remembered Alpha-17 and he couldn’t help but wonder if the man had ever made it off Kamino. He couldn’t imagine that the chip hadn’t affected him, but sometimes it was nice to hope.
There was a vague light in the dark that had become the force and part of Ben ached for the lost soul that he knew he couldn’t go to. He had a mission to find Leia, to get the two of them off this planet and to safety and he couldn’t risk it for one soul that he shouldn’t be meeting with anyway.
But that didn’t mean that he hadn’t felt it getting slowly closer and he hadn’t been able to tamper down the excitement at the way it felt to finally be near another like him. To bask in the light—no matter how small and dim it was—after spending so much time in the dark, all alone.
“Obi-Wan!”
When Ben turned, it was unmistakable who was standing before him.
Trapper was there, eyes wide in surprise and delight for just a fraction of a second before the light left and the force around him dulled once more.
“Good soldiers follow orders.”
Ben’s heart froze at the words, his chest aching as Trapper pulled his blaster.
The man had sought him out because of his presence in the force, hoping to find someone like him who would be able to fill the hole that Obi-Wan was sure the genocide of his people had caused. There was no light in the galaxy anymore, or at least not enough to feel comforting.
Ben drew his saber quickly, deflecting the first shot, chest seizing as the bolt narrowly missed ricocheting back at Trapper, head already swimming with ways to try to save the man. To capture him so that Ben might be able to remove the chip that he knew was in the man’s head.
It was a dance, one painfully familiar and also devastatingly new, as he stood opposite Trapper’s blaster instead of behind it, using it for cover.
It’d been a long time since Ben had fought, and it had shown as he tried to continuously deflect bolts and push Trapper back without hurting him, his breath catching in his throat every time one of the bolts got too close to Trapper’s body.
He looked different out of armour, but Ben couldn’t spend too much time taking in anything but that low burning that surrounded the force that he’d come to learn as Trapper.
Ben misstepped, ankle twisting strangely as he collapsed, deflecting the bolt further than he meant to so that it accidentally hit Trapper, the man’s eyes widening as it hit him in the chest, the smoke rising from his clothes.
Ben scrambled to get to him, praying to the force for the first time since that day on Utapau, that it hadn’t been as true of a hit as it had looked, only to crumble when he made his way to Trapper, holding the man’s head in his lap as he looked at the scorch mark that would surely mark his trooper’s death.
His trooper.
Because at one point, Trapper and all of his vode had been Obi-Wan’s.
Now he was Ben, a old, crazy man who had nothing.
“Trapper, Trapper,” Ben breathed out, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, I-.”
“Obi-Wan…”
Trapper’s voice was still dazed, but soft and hopeful as he looked up at Ben with a hazy look.
“It’s really you,” Trapper breathed, “I thought- I thought I would never see you again. I thought we’d killed you on Utapau. I- I’m so glad I got to see you, one last time. It’s all I ever wanted.”
“That’s a very strange thing to want,” Ben told him thickly, “You should have wanted what you deserved. Your freedom, for start. A galaxy where you were more than a weapon. A place to call your own.”
“We did have a place to call our own,” Trapper said cut off by the shaking coughs that started to wrack his body, blood on his lips as his look got further away, “You were our home.”
“I loved you,” Obi-Wan said, voice barely a whisper, “I know that I said that we should wait until after the war to….to exchange words. That I wanted to wait until my order didn’t need me anymore but….I guess I did after all. I guess there’s no order to need anything anymore. So I love you. I loved you and your vode.”
Trapper’s smile showed the blood between his teeth but somehow, he looked happier than Obi-Wan had ever seen him before.
“We loved you too,” he promised, “Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum.”
Trapper took one of Obi-Wan’s hands, breath getting shallow, “Ni- kar-kar’tayli gar darasuum.”
“You can rest now,” Obi-Wan said, voice breaking as he whispered to the man, “You’re free.”
He couldn’t help the tears that fell as Trapper’s eyes closed, his body relaxing fully against Obi-Wan and the ground as the light that had been wrapped around him was extinguished.
“Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum, Trapper,” Obi-Wan said to himself, hoping that Trapper would know.
Hoping that they’d all know.
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