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@galaxycrxss :\\ Moved to Beta;

Individuality was, among the squads here and bustle of the twi’lek people and his own, cherished. They wanted to allow the clones the ability to show who they were as individuals among the masses. Same as they themselves could. But his men, in their masses, had squabbles here and there. Often times, they were brought to him and he would set them straight. But this one... his only crime was not being the same as the others. When none of them were the same either. He was good at listening. And people appreciated him all the more for it. The bodies of their brothers had long since been removed... the Twi’lek people currently holding memoriums for them... a means of celebrating their lives, while mourning their deaths.

The Captain listened to the grievance, his attention moving to the younger trooper while he settled his helm beside him. “Between you and me,” There was a pause, the captain searching for the words to speak before he shifted, “I really hope we can be seen as more.” The Twi’lek people seemed to see them as more than just cogs int he republic machine… they were genuine.. they wished to help them free their planet from the seppies. “Sometimes I wonder, what will become of us when this fight is over? We were born to fight the war, but what happens when we win?” He frowned a little. “But then, I don’t know if I want to know the answer.” He knew it had nothing to do with the grievance. But the point would eventually make it there. “But, to answer your question… I think it would be something… and it might be something that I think even the jedi would be proud of… if there were any here.”

#galaxycrxss #CCH :\\ Ic #Threads :\\ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴛᴏʟᴅ #[ All good ] #[ Howzer is more than happy to talk to little brother ] #[ he has adopted them congrats glitch u now have an ori'vod ]

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@mayxthexforce :\\ Obi-Wan

They had to be careful on this mission, he knew that.. he had requested more excelled training upon arrival to the two hundred twelfth... and now he hoped that it would help him out. The last he wanted was to be a burden to the battalion he requested to join--if only to allow himself to grow where he was struggling to with the group he was part of beforehand. Now he was on a mission with the general... Which meant he had to be better than he was when he got to them. He had to make sure all went as it was supposed to. He couldn't hold the battalion back like he held the squad back.

The soldier knew that they had a rough mission ahead... and he truly hoped he was ready. While anxious... he was doing everything in his power to make sure that he was keeping up... and not distracting himself with anything outside of said mission. "Sir, are you sure we're going the right way?" It was difficult for him to see even with his extra gear... But he supposed he should know better... General Shaak Ti was capable of things that he wasn't sure how she did them... it was only right to assume that General Kenobi was as well.

#mayxthexforce #CTD :\\ Ic #threads :\\ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴛᴏʟᴅ #[ Please let me know if I need to tweak any of this ] #[ sorry it's so short ] #[ I wanted to keep some details vague in case you wanted to further plot the interactions out ]

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@galaxycrxss :\\ Cont. for Beta

             Attention was on the frozen holo in front of him, frown settled as hazel eyes glanced off to one side where the shattered goggles set on their own. It was a reminder... they had to leave their lives behind... and it would be a waste to keep throwing themselves into more and more dangerous situations. “It was a puzzle that he could solve... used to say that the only time that he felt Dejarik was a challenge was when he played against himself.” He shifted to shut the holo off, scrubbing his face and glancing to the empty room where Omega would often times settle in. It made him angry on top of the guilt. On top of the sadness. The Empire did this to his brothers. To his family. And they would learn to regret it.

            Face shifted from the sadness, guilt... to the anger once again. “What are the coordinates of the first place? We can head there once Wrecker’s done.” He wouldn’t stop until Omega was safe back with them. Attention moved to the other, a frown settling his lips as he listened. Hunter had earned his name for a reason. The Seppies didn’t stand a chance... and neither will the Empire.

            Frown settled on his face, hazel gaze resting on his brother. “It’s not your fault, Echo.” Genuine was the answer, the Sergeant shifting to see if there was anything else stored in the goggles databanks. Tech recorded everything... He had to record something that Hemlock didn’t know about. There had to be something that was missed. He knew that to be true. "If we need to blame anyone, at the moment, it's Saw. But he's not my concern right this moment. We get Omega back... and we focus on getting back to safety. He was trying to keep the rest of us safe. So safe we'll stay... once we're back together."

#galaxycrxss #CFH :\\ Ic #Threads :\\ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴛᴏʟᴅ #[ this is sad news bears time ]

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@strngher asked:

❛yes, i did beat him up and i will not apologize.❜ / jane at loki

A chuckle left the god, shift in his stance as a smile spread his face. "Oh, did you?" While at the moment he didn't wish harm on his brother, he did find it amusing when the midguardians checked his ego every so often. "Do tell, I'd love to hear of the venture." Would he rub it in later? Possibly, should he feel inclined to... but otherwise, he wished only to hear the tale. "What, precisely did he do?" As nosey as it might sound, he knew that his brother made mistakes--just as many as he often did. If not more... Yet, here was the God of Mischief... trying to make amends for his own wrongs and struggling to do so. He would do as many things as he could to right the things he'd done to the people if it meant fixing wrongs... but for now, he would like to hear what exactly Thor had done to anger this woman.

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@mactabilis​​ :\\ Sc! Hunter & Anakin;

             This mission was going to be difficult for the regs they had on board. His team didn’t normally work alongside the regs. Even a jedi. He didn’t know much about this group, but he knew that the mission itself could be a trap. “I’m not going to sugar coat it, sir. But the entire group needs to be ready for the possibility this is a trap.” At least he was more polite about this than their sniper was going to be about it. Crosshair wasn’t known to be quiet when problems arose. He was going to get under the others skin. He would poke and prod at the reg. It could set the mission back or spur it on faster. Either way... His team would be just as much at risk as the reg and the jedi here. “That includes your Captain.” He knew that there would be no lengths he would personally go to in order to keep his own squad safe, but... The soldier the captain assumed to be the voice on Anaxes was listed as killed in action. The dead don’t just start walking again or the Kaminoans wouldn’t have to keep breeding new clones.

#mactabilis #CFH :\\ Ic #Threads :\\ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴛᴏʟᴅ #[ I know it's short right now but it will get longer as the thread progresses ] #[ I tend to dive into my characters quite a bit ] #[ Lemme know if I should tweak anything! ]

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@galaxycrxss​ asked:

❛  i  can’t  do  anything  right  .  ❜ [ glitch for howzer ] 

            Fingers drummed lightly against teal painted helmet, Captain shifting so that he could sit next to the trooper. A frown settled over his features, brown eyes glancing over the other after a few moments. “That’s not true, kid.” He wasn’t the best soldier. Wasn’t the strongest, fastest, but he had something the others didn’t. He had a good heart. He was attentive to the situations he was in and no matter how they looked and tried, they managed to get out of almost anything with him around. Blasters jammed when pointing at him--if that wasn’t pure luck, he wasn’t sure what was. Helm was set at his feet, to the side to avoid accidentally kicking the bucket to the side. “You do everything you can. Not everyone is good at everything. If they were, the war would have been over the second a clone stepped foot on Geonosis.” He wasn’t sure what more he could say, knowing nothing about why Glitch felt this way. “Talk to me, kid. What’s eatin’ you? This isn’t like you.”

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@congcria​ :\\ Uncanny Rescue; Howzer + Wilco

             He’s been leading a small team since the last time he’d seen the Bounty Hunter that broke him and his small team out of jail. Theo had gone AWOL with them, having been trying to locate troopers they could save from the clutches of the empire. There was a tip... a Captain on his way to secure Dooku’s palace... They were going to try to get him free of the Empire sooner rather than later. It would be a struggle, but they could manage. ARC reported within the Captain’s comms, then requesting a radio silent. Ryloth Captain had a skillset many may not have seen off Ryloth, having been taught to fight within the resistance fighters. Medic stayed on stand by, ready with stun blasts to take any of their brothers down without hurting them. They didn’t know exactly what was going on, but they did know brothers weren’t acting themselves. Free choice wasn’t being used here. They became like the droids they so desperately fight against.

             He heard the voice before he slowly raised hands and stood at full height. Teal and white armor with purple linework was as scuffed and dulling as the black on the trooper aiming his blaster at him. Head shifted as the blaster bumped his back, eyes trying to get a look behind him. “Captain Wilco. How are you and the boys?” He was trying to be patient, he knew that he needed to try to help. If they could nab Sitrep, too.. they should. A Comms specialist would be needed.

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@galaxycrxss​ :\\ I don’t recognize you;

            Chopper was a rather chatty droid with her... A droid that was a friend to her while she was in hiding with the family, but for the time being... they did have clones that tended to try and take breaks during quiet times in the war. She remembered sneaking up more times than she could count just to see the sky. But she was not here looking for her droid today. She was here to try to speak with a new clone he’d cheerfully chatted to her about bothering recently. That was one thing she didn’t like about that little droid. He would always terrorize the troopers that were here. The new one was no exception, it seemed. She’d heard he tended to sneak off and hide.. even going so far as to ask Captain Howzer where he usually found him. She was quick to locate him, tilting her head when she noticed his helmet. It wasn’t a color that she recognized quickly. The troopers here had the same teal that their Captain had. “Excuse me... I don’t mean to bother you, but.. my droid said he was bothering you earlier? I just wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt you.”

             She thought this would be a new clone from Kamino at first. But the purple lines on his armor told her otherwise. Was he transferred here? Where was he from? How much of the galaxy had he seen? Perhaps he would answer her questions if he had time to talk... She could only hope.

#galaxycrxss #HS :\\ Ic #Threads :\\ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴛᴏʟᴅ #[ She doesn't want him to be bullied ] #[ chopper is rude don't let him get to you ]

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@exitiosae​ :\\ Semi-Plotted; Qui-Gon

             He’d been more attentive to detail than others would give him credit for. Many didn’t seem to take what he had to say seriously at times... but it took a near-death run-in with the sith for the council to recognize he had not simply made it all up... regardless of how that all played out then, this threat was viewed a lot more serious than it had been previously.Attention moved when the young one moved along, master shifting to face him. “Ani, you seem troubled. Is there something you wish to discuss?” It had been a short time, but he knew like many others that the young one was not always focused on his current job. He could sense there was a distraction set in his mind. He was not certain of exacts, however... he wished to make sure... the young one would be alright.

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@lionthought​​ :\\ Cody;

            He knew that there was a difference between the soldiers that they held in full battalions and the soldiers that made up Clone Force Ninety-Nine. All soldiers to the bone with purpose... But Sergeant’s squad was the one that had been working almost non stop, their fingers worked to the bone as he did everything he could to make sure that he wasn’t getting his team in deeper than they could handle. “Mission statement said you need a squad to make sure you can get to an extraction point--” Sergeant was cut off by another voice in the group, causing the batcher to glance to its owner and frown a little. Why not bring those Commandos you regs are always boasting about? “Irregardless of whether Commandos are necessary.. we have similar training. But our success rate is higher. We can do the job.”

           The question wasn’t whether or not they could get the job done, though, was it?  “The question, put as respectfully as I can... Can you keep up with us?”

#lionthought #CFH :\\ Ic #Threads :\\ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴛᴏʟᴅ #[ lemme know if I should tweak this any! ] #[ this is probably before they were 100% established ] #[ can do one for imperial codes later on too ]

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@900years :\\ Starter Call!

Chaos burned through the halls, the guard managed to slip through between blue clad troopers and the corpses of those that didn't survive the purge. Two brothers filtered in slower, at different times so not to alert the others that still roamed the halls trying to make sure their job was finished. They wished to make sure... if there were survivors... they made it out of here. There was a small part of the Commander that made him grateful he was warned by another before he was taken down. Now... he hoped that no one would notice three troopers wandering these halls.

The halls seemed to be clear after a while, blaster being mounted on his back as the helm of the Commander shifted to look around. There had to be a survivor somewhere... And the other clones... they didn't seem to be a lively bunch. None of the ones here were still alive. The bodies of jedi and clones alike littered throughout the halls, the trooper shifting every now and then to look around corners in case a survivor was lurking there... maybe he could convince them to let him help. Their safety... that would need to come first in this situation. Someone had to survive... They had already failed the Republic... and their own morals. The jedi may need help. He had means of getting at least one or two out of here.

But footsteps stopped as he listened. There was a noise out of place, which meant maybe there was a survivor... or maybe he was hearing things. He could only hope for the former. A silent signal was given to the other two that were slowly making their way up here, him moving to try to find the source of the noise. "Sir? Hello?" The call was hushed, but loud enough that whoever it was... they could hear it. Jedi were different... maybe they could tell these three weren't doing what the others were... He could only hope that help would be accepted.

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"We won't be stopping here. It's a death trap." He isn't going to be making his boys rest here, too many opportunities to be ambushed could be taken. It would be begging for a failed mission.

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@hamadaxfighter :\\ Cont. from Legacy;

Blue figure shifted to bounce his way down the buildings to the road below, where the smaller figure stood. His brother was... not as graceful about it, but he got to the same level without much effort needed. “We’re trying to help you, kid.” Nightwing’s Escrima Sticks are put back on his back, hands moving as he spoke. “We can’t be killing people, that was the rule.” They didn’t agree to kill. Bruce was going to be livid if they just let the kid end the told fart’s life in one go. Apprehend. Not kill. Subdue, not kill. Allow them to try to turn their lives around. Do not end lives, give them chances to fix their mistakes. But it was a tightrope, they had to balance themselves in order to make sure they didn’t sway one way or the other and end up falling.

Hood shifted, arms crossing over his chest while he moved weight from one side to the other. “We didn’t agree to take a life. I know you’re hurting. I know you’re angry. I know how he reacted to what he did to your brother is messed up, but you have to listen to reason. Killing him won’t bring anyone back.” The Hood knew better than most, broad shoulders sagging some when there wasn’t a response even to the robot. This kid was struggling. Quite a bit. And he knew the way they handled this now was going to make the difference as to whether they were going to fix all of this or watch him go down the same path he went down so long ago.

Blue clad bird shifted, stern look being given back to the kid. “He wasn’t made to hurt people and you know it.” A defense that he never thought he would be coming to, however... to disrespect what the robot was made for was to disrespect the creator’s memory... something that Nightwing was sure... that kid didn’t want to do. “I wouldn’t have intervened if you hadn’t hit the kill button. You knew the rules.” Hood curled fingers into a light fist and gently bumped the other’s shoulder. A means to say back off, I got this.

He knew his brother would get irritated if he didn’t listen to what he had to say, but they were trying to prevent what happened with Hood himself from happening again. “You’ve got to trust me... hurting someone else isn’t going to make you feel better... it just gives you more work in the future.”

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@hamadaxfighter :\\ Moved from Legacy;

             Brown eyes watched the kid for a few moments while knowing that he was close to Hardcase. He held a little bit of a bias when it came to the brother of the Five oh first. “They’re dangerous, that’s enough for me. It almost always has an incredibly high chance in someone dying. I’d rather no one on our team dies.” He’s seen enough brothers die. Even though Hardcase had gotten somewhat better. He still worried that a hair-brained scheme of their high energy brother was going to seriously hurt someone or worse... though now their worries weren’t of the war still raging within the galaxy, but of the safety of those that stayed here. Lived within the walls of Sanctuary. Maybe it was enough for him to calm down a little, but he knew Hardcase would do everything in his power to keep Sanctuary and those living there safe.

             He shifted, arms crossing loosely over his chest as he moved his weight to another leg. “The wolves have been hunters. Same with the Deltas. They don’t have anything to do, so they’re restless. But we all are restless. We’ve only ever known the war. Now we have to figure out how else we can live. That means learning what else we’re good at... it’s not easy when all we’ve ever known is war.” Which in and of itself... was factual. They had only ever known war... how would they create their own little society where they didn’t have to do that? Would some of them have to learn to raise animals? He didn’t know many different things he could do outside of his talents as an arc... which still felt inferior to his new brothers at times. Brow raised and he nudged the smaller enough to make him sway, maybe push him off balance. “I’m not that old yet--my Captain is old. Not me.”

            There’s a pause, trooper shifting to stretch. “I dunno... The new me feels... like a raw nerve. Don’t think I like it much.”

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@galaxycrxss asked:

❝ Not all debts can be repaid. ❞

He knew what Crosshair was like, he knew that things would never be the same. But he knew that he couldn't just give up on their brother. Tech didn't want them to. They had to do what they could to make sure that their family that they had left... would be able to survive this. All of them. They had to... which was why he decided to go with their original plan... and stay on Pabu. And their brother was welcome to join them there... they just needed him to... ease up. They owed him. But there was only so much they could do.

Crosshair's response had him puzzled, but he decided... not to overthink it. "Cross, we owe you for warning us... but we didn't want to leave you there." He paused, a frown settled in place. "We weren't about to leave you in that place, either. you deserve much better than what you went through." There was a pause, frown passing his lips as he watched the kids play in the distance, Wrecker with them. "You owe us nothing... We just want you in a better place than you were in. It feels like home here."

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@hamadaxfighter :\\ Moved from Beta

             The trooper’s head tilted, fingers tapping at his helmet. He knew the fight with Wrecker wouldn’t have been able to be managed without Captain Rex. He was good about making sure that he was out of sight of the empire. He wasn’t sure how long the Captain would be able to keep that going, but... good that he was capable as of last they spoke. “I can promise it wasn’t fun at all..” He could remember not wanting to hurt his brother while simultaneously having to defend the others. It was something he didn’t wish to repeat. He could only imagine how bad it was for the good Captain.

             A frown settled on his face and he shifted, arms crossing over his chest guard as he glanced to the others. “We had to act like we knew what was going on and try to slip by everything... then we got a little sidetracked.” There was a small glance to Omega as he signaled the others to try to get her back in the ship. Just in case. “Explain however you need to--” 

              The next few moments were filled with the rustle of brush against plastoid and a foreign figure walking out of the woods with blasters drawn... ARC armor, black paint... the sergeant didn’t recognize the patterning. Hands flew up and he looked over the new one entering.

            “Kid, move back.” First words heard... and he didn’t sound like a clone, despite the armor. ARC built, though he was big. Bigger built than most regs. Why was there a random person in reg armor? it was... odd.

            “We don’t want to hurt him... we’re friendly.” Calm words, despite the rigid means of standing. He didn’t want to set off the stranger more than he already had.

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