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bitebackbaby · 1 year

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Loved your Fox fics, especially the last one! I was wondering if you’ve got fully fleshed out characterizations for the rest of his batch, and if you’d ever write for them? I love the idea of Fox being the baby for once 😭

(I truly mean this without the intention of any pressure but if it comes across that way please ignore)

yes… YES!!

pressure? my friend, you’ve activated my trap card. you’ll never get me to shut up now.

Fox as baby is just way too much fun, especially since I write him as one of the oldest CC’s in general, which means that no one else sees him as a baby lmao, so when his batch rolls up and starts asking fox where his bib is and if he’s been napping enough (b/c baby get cranky 😔) the reaction is just 😦

(info under the cut, as this turned out pretty long lmao)

I have the most info on CC-1009, aka “Vulture”, b/c i have created an entire battalion and separate storyline for him, haha ^^’ but i won’t go into that much detail right here!

(Content warning! Small talk about self-harm below. Jump to the next paragraph to skip it.)

Vulture is a crybaby, and cares deeply about others, but because he has a nasty scar on his face and is a little taller / more solidly built than other CC clones, nobody expects it from him. His scar is gouge marks over his left eye, which he covers with a patch — no cybernetics. He got this scar from an incident when he was still a cadet. After the inital batches were separated into their own training batches (ie, fox w/Cody, Wolfe, etc), Vulture had a really hard time connecting with his new companions and ended up having a dangerous mental spiral. He already had the habit of picking and other tiny, nervous habits, but around this time he had a complete breakdown, and believed that he was seeing the ghosts of dead clone cadets (which, who knows? maybe he was) walking the halls of kamino, so he attempted to scratch his own eyes out to make it stop. He was stopped, thankfully, but only one eye recovered, and he is now blind in his left eye.

Obviously, this incident did nothing to help his reputation, and he was on his way to decommissioning before one of the trainers (an unrelated OC, i wont discuss them here) stepped in and took him on as one of their personal students. Vulture managed to graduate and become the Commander of Battalion 444 (or Triple 4), housed with similarly-disadvantaged clones. They’re the clean up crew, following along after battles to recover bodies left behind and assess damages. Not a glorious position by any means, but a necessary one.

Since they rarely get leave and never close to the Core, Vulture has largely fallen out of contact with Fox, but he still misses him dearly, and has helped the Guard out whenever he could — like when guard trooper Tooka, renamed Rosary, was grabbed by a sentient trafficking ring. Vulture and Triple Four busted that criminal enterprise and returned Rosary back home.

CC-1007 is AiAi, which is short for Aiwha, because everybody gets an animal name in this bunch lmao. It’s also a reference to the AyeAye monkey with their big ol’ eyes <3

AiAi has a mild genetic mutation — they have heterochromia, with one eye being a pale shade of blue. Other than that, AiAi is a fairly average trooper; they had Commander training but not much aptitude for it, and instead shined when it came to piloting. They probably would have been deployed as auxiliary command for a search and rescue battalion, were it not for what happened next.

One of the trainers, an unrelated OC who i won’t go into detail on, was fascinated by AiAi’s mutation, and took a special interest in the cadet because of it. (All of this was non-sexual, in case of any worries — the trainer was interested in taking AiAi as an apprentice, but did not actually care about the cadet as a person, rather than an asset, so these intentions were unwanted, to say the least.) AiAi, understandably nervous and unsure of what to do, put up with their attention and became increasingly casual with the trainer, which they took as an excuse to abduct AiAi from Kamino shortly before he should have been deployed. The trainer was under the impression that AiAi would be grateful for this, and was quite shocked when he protested. Violently.

After escaping their abductor, AiAi wandered the galaxy, unwilling to return to the GAR and possibly be charged with desertion regardless of their willingness in the matter. In a happy AU, he would just pop up on Coruscant after the war to live on Fox’s couch for a while and catch up lol.

CC-1005 is Coyote (pronounced coy-oh-tay), the oldest of the group, and lords it over them constantly. he’s also (objectively, in his opinion) the most book-smart, and is the type who learns every single minutiae of law and policy just so that he can throw it back in your face when you try to argue about him breaking the rules. the kind of guy who would be a great lawyer, but because clones don’t have rights, he goes for the next best thing — Coyote is a medic.

He is well aware of the power structures in place on Kamino, and figured that this was his best way to take advantage of them. by sucking up to the right people, appearing eager and helpful (but not too much, which becomes suspicious), and being willing to bury his pride in an unmarked grave when necessary, Coyote has steadily climbed the ladder in Kamino’s medical community, which is rather more sparse than the bioengineering department. Despite taking leadership training with the other CCs, he continued with the medic track and stayed on Kamino after deployment as the lord of his castle.

Now, does he use that privilege and expertise to help his fellow troopers? …Sometimes. Usually. If he feels like it. Coyote, frankly, just has a mean personality and rarely does anything for free — his batchmates are the sole exceptions. they get discounts <3

There should be six other members of Fox’s batch. One of the clones was not viable upon being decanted, but the other five survived. I tend to shift what happened to them based on the story I’m trying to tell, but I generally keep it as all of them flunking out of training — whether that leads to decommissioning or not depends on how nasty im feeling lmao. This leads into the issues that the rest of the batch have, including Fox’s need to be In Control and always the best, strongest, most competent clone around — because he’s seen, five times over, what happens to those who can’t keep up. It’s an impossible standard, because this whole damn thing is a plot built by a sith to encourage as much suffering as possible, but Fox is just doing his best.

luckily, despite it all, he still has three batchers who love him dearly <3

thanks for asking, and thanks for reading!! quite a rant here, but i hope you enjoyed! and if you ever have any more questions / ocs anyone wants to learn about, feel free to let me know! if nothing else, i love me some exposition lmao

#oztalk

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shierak-inavva · 2 years

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“They were my squad -- my friends, my comrades, my brothers. I couldn’t have asked for better warriors to fight alongside me.” -- Jedi General Khalarra Khalat and The Ambush, Circa 20 BBY

i’ve been meaning to do something like this for a long time; shahrzad from her days as ‘khalarra’, along with her personal squad from the clone wars. she was called ‘the tigress’ and they were ‘the ambush’--a special commando squad for recon, infiltration, and, if you can imagine, ambush missions. from l to r: ghost: the youngest of the crew. he’s special: ghost’s scars are from one of his first missions with the squad gone awry--they walked into a trap set by grievous, and ghost took an electro baton straight on to the helmet for his general. he survived, and she made sure that not only was he not decommissioned, but that he stayed in her squadron. here, his eyes have been slightly altered so that he has SOME sense in them. ghost is the only member of the ambush that escapes the purge, since his inhibitor chip is fried in his accident. haunt (and bell): haunt is actually ghost’s batch twin, but boasts that he’s older. he’s a notorious prankster and has gotten them all into A Lot of trouble. (do not ever mention CT-6060 to commander cody.) still, he’s good at what he does. haunt is a scout, but loves to scare people. the joke is that they ought to put a bell on him, but then nobody was all THAT thrilled when he adopted a stray tooka and named it ‘bell’. the tooka is maybe (maybe) more of a menace than haunt. raven: scavenger and recon specialist, and a hell of a mimic. raven loves to laugh and to sing, tells horrible jokes, and everyone in the squad has tried, at least once, to cut the bun off his head. center is jedi general khalarra khalat, nicknamed ‘the tigress’--her tag will have more info on her ;) commander luce: khalarra’s second in command and leader of the squad. luce is a modified clone, taller, hardier and older than all the others--formerly CC-1412 of the discarded ‘halo squadron’ program, luce was assigned to khalarra because of her status among the jedi and because they thought maybe he could help keep her a bit more in line. what REALLY ended up happening was the two of them got...perhaps a little *too* close. order 66 destroys not only their bond, but shara’s footing in the light. slither: he and haunt are always joined at the hip. slither makes ABSOLUTELY no sound, somehow, and is in fact mute--he’s also their weapons specialist. for someone who can’t talk, he’s got a really wild sense of humor. hex: their technician and medic, hex has a cybernetic arm and leg. the mask he wears is his own invention, it gauges atmospheric conditions and can help monitor his own vital signs. he’s the one who designed and upkeeps ghost’s eye fixups.

out of the entire squad, ghost is the only one to survive and escape the empire, and reconnect with shara years later.

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cc7111-marlo · 2 years

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Character sheet Commander Marlo CC-7111

Appearance:

Hair: Dyed brown, curly, sides shaved down

Jewelry: Silver earrings; little loops with cones dangling from them

Tattoo: "Mesh'la" Tattooed on his neck right side

Scars: Marlo has a few small ones that he got while being out in the streets of coruscant.

Other: -

Background:

Marlo, or in his cadet years Eleven, is a clone from the CC class. He was trained by Alpha-18 who's way of training involved a lot of insults, injuries and punishments. Marlo, knowing that his only way of getting better and avoiding Eighteen's punishments was to train himself to the bone, worked incredibly hard during his cadet years to always perform above expectations. That still didn't always keep him out of trouble though, since even from a young age Marlo wasn't afraid to talk back to his Alpha trainer.

Marlo was close friends with a clone in his batch that went by the number CC-7531, aka Thirty-one. Thirty one and, at that point still, Eleven got along well and were pretty much inseparable, helping each other through the harsh training and the healing after. When there was a need for new commanders at the front, Thirty-one was sent out early. When Marlo got sent out he always hoped that he could see Thirty-one again, but that hope was crushed when he got news of his death. His friend had died during his first campaign at the front and Marlo still feels guilt for not properly telling him goodbye before he was send out.

Personality:

Marlo is the youngest coruscant guard commander and was trained under Alpha-18. He cares a lot about his men and he's easy to talk with, although a bit dense when it comes to social cues.

Marlo's greatest skill is hand to hand combat due to the harsh training Alpha-18 had put him under. Due to this training, Marlo also ended up being incredibly strong willed, but also quite hot headed. He's normally very sweet and often checks on his troopers and friends their well being, but if someone pisses him off or wrongs him/the people he cares about, he isn't afraid to yell back what he thinks of that person or to start a fight, especially since he knows who would win.

Headcanons:

Marlo loves tooka's! It's his favorite animal.

His favorite candy is peppermint.

Marlo allows himself only one bad habit and that is drinking alcohol (excessively if he's coping).

When Marlo wears natborn clothes, he likes wearing sweaters the most, especially the fluffy kind.

Marlo likes spending his time sparring with his vod'e on the training mat. He doesn't want to get rusty.

Marlo tied once with Eighteen during his training right before he graduated early. He did play dirty though.

Marlo bit Alpha-18 once as a cadet and he doesn't regret it, even though he did get punished for it after.

Marlo likes dancing and, when he can, he goes to 79's to dance there and drink.

#commander marlo #Doki writes #headcanons #my hcs #ocs #star wars oc #star wars fanfiction #Marlo character sheet

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silvermoongirl10swfics · 3 years

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Without a light I fear that I will stumble in the dark - missing scene

This is a missing/extra scene from Without a light (my Force Sensitive Fox fic) that I wanted to write, but wouldn’t fit into the main story as it is about my medic OCs Manner and Scalpel. Scalpel has had mentions in Without a light and one of my fics for Codywanweek2021, but this is his first main appearance.

This is set just before the war starts (during chapter 5 of Without a light) and before Scalpel and Manner are assigned to their battalions.

Warnings for mentions and discussions of medical treatment.

Scalpel watched as Cadet-Commander Fox left the Medbay with Alpha-17, the Alpha staring at Fox in concern. While Fox forced himself not to scratch the stitches Scalpel’s batchmate Manner had used to help Fox’s new injury above and below his right eye. Scalpel watched the pair leave the Medbay, a hint of longing in his gaze, he often wondered what it would be like to be in a CC batch and assigned to an Alpha to train with. Scalpel and his batchmates were just ordinary CTs, and left to the mercy of the trainers, the Alphas would sometimes assist with their training and they were always the days they looked forward to, getting to be treated like they were sentient beings. Like they were valued. Added to Scalpel’s wishful thinking was how Fox’s batch was still together, while it was known by every brother on Kamino that the CCs would be separated from their batchmates once the war started, Scalpel’s batch had already started to be separated, unusual for a CT batch but it did sometimes happen. Scalpel, Manner and Patch had all scored high in aptitude tests that marked them out as potential medics, leaving Fixer and Xerus in the usual CT training sessions. Over the past couple of years, Fixer had also demonstrated high skills with machinery and so he had been moved into engineer training. Meaning he didn’t spend all of his training with Xerus. Patch and Manner, the two oldest of the batch, were now worrying about Xerus, wondering how he was coping without his batchmates around him all of the time. Thankfully, CT-8914, or 14 as he was known, was good friends with Scalpel’s batch and had adopted Xerus into his batch.

Hearing a sigh, Scalpel turned to find Manner rubbing a hand over his face, causing Scalpel to smile. Manner, the second eldest of their batch, had always been gruff, despite how highly he scored in the aptitude test that made him a medic, it was widely assumed you had to be nice and caring to be a medic. Recently Scalpel and the others had been worried about Manner after Attitude died last year. Attitude was Manner’s best friend outside of their batch and Manner had taken Attitude’s death hard, blaming himself and retreating from everyone he was close to in an attempt to protect himself from further loss. Scalpel had been the first batchmate Manner had let get close to him since Attitude died and Scalpel was aware, that the war could start anytime, and as they were ten, their batch would be deployed as soon as the war started. And he didn’t want there to be any risk of their batch being separated while Manner continued to isolate himself.

“Kriffing CCs,” muttered Manner, casting a glare towards the door of the Medbay where Fox and Alpha-17 had left.

Scalpel rolled his eyes, “Fox was actually a model patient. He only tried to talk to you.”

Manner turned his glare on Scalpel, unlike the other medics who would flinch if Manner so much as glanced in their direction, Scalpel just smirked in response. Well used to his batchmate’s mannerisms. “CCs are more trouble than they’re worth,” scowled Manner, his look defiant as if daring Scalpel to disagree. Well what else were vod’ika for?

“I think the CCs are great! Especially Fox’s batch. I hope to get assigned to the same battalion as one of them!” enthused Scalpel, a blinding grin on his face. Manner’s eye actually twitched at that. Scalpel smirked and added, “you are going to be assigned with one CC Manner. You might as well get used to the idea now.”

His ori’vod’s glare intensified, as if Scalpel was voicing Manner’s worst nightmare. “Just so long as it’s not Commander ‘a blaster pack exploded in my face’, I do not want to deal with that regularly.”

Scalpel rolled his eyes, “from what I’ve heard, Fox doesn’t get hurt that often. And I also heard a blaster pack did explode in his face.” Manner just sighed in response causing Scalpel to smile. It was obvious to Scalpel that Manner didn’t dislike Fox nearly as much as he was letting on, Scalpel just knew most of Manner’s opinions on Fox came from not knowing how much Priest’s attention on Fox had affected the CC. Deciding to tease his ori’vod some more, Scalpel smiled sweetly at Manner, noticing his batchmate tense as he began cleaning away the supplies, he used to stitch the cut on Fox’s face. “Honestly Manner, Fox is a little gruff himself, I think the two of you could be great friends.”

Manner turned around so quickly that Scalpel was almost concerned his batchmate got whiplash. Manner glared at Scalpel, “don’t ever say something that offensive again. Fox and I do not have anything in common, and we will never be friends! Got it?” Scalpel held his hands up in surrender but opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Manner was stalking over to him and hissed. “You say another word about me being friends with that CC and then everyone will find out why we now have to carry more than one scalpel in our med-kits.”

Knowing Manner was serious and would make good on his threat if Scalpel let word get out Manner was friends with Fox, Scalpel didn’t say anything. (Why that was such a problem Scalpel could only guess. Maybe Manner didn’t want to make friends and the best way to stop that happening was to make sure he had no known friends outside of his batch.) Manner didn’t want friends, that was sad but Scalpel had self-preservation instincts and he didn’t want to push Manner. Scalpel didn’t want the other medics, even Patch his eldest batchmate, knowing why they had to pack at least two scalpels into their med-kits. The reason being that Scalpel had kept misplacing his scalpel during field exercises, and therefore being unable to treat the fake casualties he had to practice his skills on. It was not the reason he was called Scalpel, as much as Manner liked to tease him about it. He had actually chosen the name Scalpel because he had recently been put into surgical technician training.

Checking the time and seeing that his and Manner’s shifts had been over for three minutes, Scalpel gestured towards the door to the Medbay. “Want to head back to the barracks?” Manner nodded, and after they had both signed out, they were leaving the Medbay. Scalpel was glad to be away from the sharp chemical smells, he actually liked medic training, but he could do without the smells of the disinfectant and other chemicals used in the Medbay. They soon returned to the barracks that their batch shared with a few others, unlike the CCs who lived in one batch to a barracks, the CTs were well used to mixing with other batches. They reached their sleeping pods, Scalpel sighed, Patch’s shift in the Medbay was two hours longer than theirs, while Fixer and Xerus were still training together with 14’s batch. Manner flickered his gaze over to Scalpel, a hint of worry in his eyes at Scalpel’s forlorn sigh.

Shrugging Scalpel smiled slightly at Manner. “I like being a medic, but I wish our batch could still spend most of our time together.”

Manner sighed and nodded slightly, “I get it.” He then started to make towards the ladder, but Scalpel reached out and lightly grabbed his arm. “What?” asked Manner, turning to look at Scalpel in consideration.

“Just…look…can we double up?” Scalpel asked quietly. He scuffed his foot on the floor, not quite looking at Manner, but not fully looking at the floor either. He jumped slightly when a gentle hand landed on his shoulder, Scalpel looked up to see Manner directing his version of a smile at him while he nodded. Scalpel felt his spirits lift, and eagerly followed Manner up the ladder, waiting while Manner opened his pod. Seconds after Manner situated himself into his pod, lying on his back, Scalpel was lying in the pod next to him. Manner closed the pod and then Scalpel lay on his right side, positioning himself so that his head rested on Manner’s chest. His ori’vod wrapped one arm around his waist, and placed the other in his regulation length hair. Scalpel sighed again, “I don’t want our batch to be separated.” It was his worst fear, but he had the sinking suspicion that Patch and Manner were being considered for Senior Medical Officers, meaning they would be separated.

A hand started to gently run through his hair. Manner’s silence was telling, his ori’vod also knew about the potential ranks of command that could be placed on himself and Patch. “We’ll have commlinks, we’ll all be able to stay in contact,” murmured Manner.

“It won’t be the same,” scowled Scalpel. He wasn’t whining, he wasn’t.

“It’ll be alright vod’ika,” promised Manner. Scalpel almost argued against his ori’vod’s words, but then he felt how tense Manner was underneath him and then he realised that Manner was trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to comfort Scalpel. So, instead Scalpel just hugged Manner in response, nuzzling his head against Manner’s chest. There was a snort of amusement from above him. “We should have called you Tooka,” commented Manner in amusement.

“You don’t even know what a tooka is,” protested Scalpel, his voice faint and slightly slurred from the tiredness pulling at him.

“Pretty sure they’re like you,” stated Manner quietly. The hand in Scalpel’s hair slowed, but continued to card through his strands of hair, making Scalpel’s eyes droop.

Not long later, Manner found out he was indeed being made SMO, assigned to the Coruscant Guard. Scalpel had been there when Manner found out he was going to Coruscant with the newly promoted Marshall Commander Fox. Manner had been left swearing so vigorously 99 had ushered away nearby little Cadets, much to Scalpel’s amusement.

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A year and a half later, while Scalpel was sat in the mess of the Negotiator with Fixer and Patch. They were discussing how nice it would be for the 212th to meet up with the 501st in two days, allowing them to see Xerus and see how he was doing as he was an ARC Trooper now. Then Scalpel looked down to see he had gotten a message from Moonshine (formerly CT-8914). Fixer and Patch seemed to have gotten the message as well going by their smiles and chuckles. Scalpel opened up their batch group chat and sent a message to Manner.

Scalpel: @Manner nice to hear you’ve officially become friends with Commander Fox! :D

Manner: What are you talking about?

Patch: Don’t deny it vod’ika. Moonshine told us you’ve just admitted to Commander Fox you’re friends now.

Fixer: This is too sweet. I think I’m going to be sick.

Xerus: Who are you? And what have you done with Manner?

Manner: Moonshine is a dead man.

Scalpel: I hate to break it to you ori’vod. But you are a medic, and an SMO at that. You can’t go round killing vod’e.

Patch: Also, I hear Moonshine supplies Commander Fox with moonshine. I don’t think your new best friend will thank you for upsetting his moonshine supply.

Manner: I hate you all.

Xerus: We love you too Manner!!! <3

Fixer: We love you and miss you!!!!!! <3 <3 <3

Scalpel: Admit it. You miss us!

Manner: No, I karking well don’t! You are all a pain in my shebs, a pain I could do without!!!

Patch: He misses us. I can tell. Love you Manner!! <3

Scalpel sniggered to himself as he watched angry message after angry message arrive from Manner. Patch had told him about the skirmish between the Separatists and a group made up of some men of the 91st and the Guard. Word had gotten out that Commander Fox had almost died, and Scalpel had known Manner had been worried. The fact that Manner had basically told Commander Fox that he thought of him as a friend said how worried Manner had been. Scalpel was just glad that Manner had a friend on Coruscant. He, Patch and Fixer were assigned to the 212th, and Xerus to the 501st, meaning the four of them saw each other regularly. Manner on the other hand, never left Coruscant, and Scalpel always felt bad that Manner was so far away from the rest of his batch. But it seemed Scalpel didn’t have to worry so much anymore. Much to his relief.

End note: The last part is set just after chapter 11 of Without a light. In that chapter it is explained how Attitude died.

#without a light I fear that I will stumble in the dark #star wars fic #original clone troopers #oc clone trooper manner #oc clone trooper scalpel #cw: medical #cw: stitches

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thefoundationproject · 4 years

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Accidentally established Dogma as having some of the best physical balance out of the clones in one of my fics. Any minor but ridiculous “I guess this is a thing now” things in your fics? -MandalorianBrainWeasel

Oooooh there’ve been several that have popped up both in my fic and in the wider sandbox!

Kix watches the equivalent of space daytime BBC. Taskmaster, Bake Off, Would I Lie To You, though he has a special place for Dancing With The Stars.

Anakin is addicted to game shows, like the daytime TV game shows: Price is Right, old school Match Game, old school $100,00 Pyramid, stuff like that

Dogma likes to fiddle: door knobs, buttons, Tup’s hair, Anakin’s hair, Blockade’s hair, the on/off switch on comm (he has after one memorable incident stopped doing THAT)

(This hasn’t shown up in a fic yet but it’s in a couple of WIPs) Tup isn’t in engineering but has a habit of wandering through and dropping ‘wouldn’t it be cool ifs’ and they all go nuts with possibility.

Ahsoka cheats at cards.

Jesse cheats at all games.

If Wolffe and Cody are left alone off duty for long enough there’s gonna be a friendly spar that’s not gonna stop til someone gets kicked in the face.

Ponds wears rainbow boot liners and has since he was small. Not a clue who started giving them to him but there you go.

Fox’s potty mouth? Is that minor? He single handedly raises the rating of any fic he’s in.

(Not in a fic yet but will come in a WIP soon) Tiplar will take her shoes off every chance she gets. Doom has a little hook on his belt for if he finds them before Tiplee does.

Barriss cusses like a sailor, but only in battlesign.

Bly cheats at cards.

Obi-Wan cheats at cards.

I don’t know if I have any character playing cards and not cheating.

Neyo is straight up addicted to chocolate pudding. Do not get between him and chocolate pudding, he will cut you and won’t even really feel very badly about it.

Vaughn types with excessive exclamation points. He speaks the same way.

99 formats messages like a formal letter

(Not yet in a fic but in the current batch of WIPs most likely to be done the soonest) Bacara is actually hopeless at comm software. Neyo was the one who programmed his password for him. He can get the thing wired back up if it gets a blaster bolt through it, but if it freezes on loading screen he’s got nothing.

Neyo doesn’t have a tooka.

In any silly side, whenever there is any animal transformation it will:

Happen to Rex

Probably also happen to Cody

Rex will always be smaller than Cody

Rex will probably be smaller than everyone.

Blockade is tired and undercaffeinated.

Rex Has A Plan For That

except that one time

but he fixed it

he now has an array of thumb-optional plans

Doom is Busy Fighting The War

Still

By himself

Bacara sometimes helps

It’s Disgraceful (TM)

Doom has the least dramatic name of his CC squad

Cody raised Rex

Except when Wolffe did

Ponds helped

Bly was against this plan from the beginning.

Not once has Priority Chat ever actually been shown in fic used for an actual operation.

The Get Along Song!

Do not steal Rex’s ARCs

Rex Bites

Yes, even as an adult

Ahsoka is completely feral.

It’s Rex’s fault.

Jesse helped.

So did Anakin.

The Manual (TM)

Wolffe crochets angrily.

This was minor but then some people took it to entire new post codes: Fox and Neyo were tubies/identical twins

Gree is commonly called in to out-logic the Shebse’s nerd

Bly usually wins

* According to Bly

Fox and Neyo, and to some extent the rest of Edee, are in a competition over who can gift the most obnoxious gift to the other.

Luke is Fox’s rescue pet

Rex disagrees

Torrent backs Rex

Guard backs Fox

Dogma and Blockade are both working in the background to produce maximum chaos.

Mace is secretly a troll. Lightning all conspires to make sure no one ever suspects.

Ghost conspires to make sure no one believes Rex when he claims Cody is also a troll.

Neyo does NOT have a tooka.

One day, Hardcase is gonna show those Wolfpack guys what for. Kark those guys.

The Friendly Jedi Hello

Bly loves his wife. Like a lot. Have you seen her? She’s really awesome. Like, extremely awesome. Top notch wife. Now if she would just wear armor...

Shaak is mom. Shaak is tired mom. Children need to stop catching porgpox and getting their feet stuck in toilets.

Rex is A Nerd

Despite Bly being the one 17 constantly has to wrestle stolen holopads from

Despite Wolffe paying Doom in snacks to pirate Space Animal Planet

Despite Gree taking apart anything that sits still

Rex is the Nerd

Jesse runs a mousedroid spy network that is second to none.

Ponds Knows. You owe Ponds a favor.

Bacara’s Luscious Beard (TM)

And freckles.

The Coruscant Guard are Senate Mall Cops

Fox and Ponds. Just. Fox and Ponds.

Kix has guns wherever there is space for guns. The medics are the most heavily armed squad in Torrent.

#Anonymous

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soundwavefucker69 · 3 years

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So, what was Jango's reaction to finding Grim trying to steal Bric's ship? Like, what made him decide to pretty much save Grim?

Let's have some FUN!!!

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There's an older cadet on the landing platform. He's drenched to the skin and shivering, caught in the wings of Bric's ship, numb fingers shocked from the sparks of the wiring. Jango knows for a fact this cadet isn't trained in these things, and doesn't want to wonder about who taught him and why. All he wants is an explanation, but the cadet is just standing there, shaking and shivering and stiff.

"What were you doing?" Jango asked bluntly, and the kid just shuddered harder. Through the sleet of the rain, he can barely see the number on his reds. CC-3737. From Kote's batch. It's taking Jango a moment to place him. He's not 5052, couldn't be 5052, and 1010 would definitely not have that look on his face. 3636 would be blasting him with his bullshit so this is... Grim. They were calling him Grim lately, and Jango didn't pay all that much attention to the CCs, not like he paid attention to the Alphas, but he was a meek sort until he got his temper up. If Jango remembered right, this was the one that had picked a fight with Jaing. The damned Null liked the kid, kicked him across the training room while laughing his ass off the whole time. Kal had been eyeing the kid like he wanted to poach him, but he'd already done enough stealing the remaining Nulls.

Why was the cadet pulling this shit?

"Are you going to have me decommissioned?" CC-3737 asked lowly, probably too lowly, and Jango squinted. "I'm deserting, so I have to be decommissioned."

"I should," he replied, half tempted to grab the clone by the ear and drag him out of the rain. He looked like a drowned tooka. Too damn gangly. He was the runt of the batch, if Jango was remembering it right.

"Okay. So decommission me. Sir," the clone said and straightened up, looking Jango dead in the eye. "I'm a deserter. You have to."

Jango didn't often put much thought to the clones. They were a tool, a means to an end, and he got what he wanted out of it. When the war started, he was going to take his son to a nice, quiet planet in the Unknown Regions and drop by Kamino every few months or so for more DNA donations and wait for it all to blow over. He had a plot of land he was planning to build a house on, a plan for what to do, and the clones were just. Here to him. Fulfilling their purpose.

So, he didn't often give much thought to their thought processes. Didn't care to read them, barely cared enough to oversee their training. He tried to not think about them, because every so often he got an uncomfortable twist in his gut at what was waiting for them, what he'd done, what Jaster would say if he could see him now. But this cadet... standing there, calmly confirming a decommissioning... This was suspicious.

Trying to off yourself? There's easier ways to do it," he said calmly, and the clone shook as a particularly strong wind caught him.

"I'm not trying to off myself. Sir. I'm trying to get off planet," he said, and Jango made a mental note to look into why the clones were such damned terrible liars. "So I'm deserting."

"That's what you're sticking to?" Jango asked, half tempted to peel off his helmet so he could really look at the clone.

"I'm a deserter," the kid repeated, and Jango snorted.

"I know your training program isn't that bad. You know you'd never get off this planet alive." None of them ever did. They got shot down. Bric would be pissed his ship got trashed, but they'd replace it.

"I'm a deserter," CC-3737 repeated, like he was trying to put it in Jango's face.

"You're trying to do a suicide run," Jango clarified. "Why."

The kid... the clone was shaking. Shivering. Half drowned. He looked like he needed a meal and a blanket. Jango tried to put it out of his mind, view the kid as a malfunctioning piece that needed a trip to the decommissioning chamber, but it was getting increasingly difficult.

"I'm a deserter," he repeated, and his lips were turning blue. Jango's temper was fraying, and with a growl, he lashed out and grabbed the kid by the ear to start dragging him under cover and inside. The clone didn't even resist, didn't react to the pain, just let Jango drag him towards the doors, and the second they opened, Jango was shoving him inside and out of the infernal rain.

"Yes, we've covered that. Why."

The kid paused, and Jango picked up the exact moment he was about to lie. Something flickered in his eyes, and he straightened his back, like he was puffing up his chest, but the gesture fell short when he was soaked like this.

"I don't want to fight," he said stubbornly, and Jango's eyes narrowed under his helmet as he pieced together some pieces assembling in front of him.

"You don't want to fight," he repeated, like he was tasting it on his tongue. That wasn't the CC-3737 he'd seen. He seemed to not have an opinion one way or another, about anything, really. His batchmates got into spats and he just stared at the wall in mild exasperation. Kote loudly declared some stupid thing or another, and he didn't say anything. Wolffe knocked Fox on his shebs, and Grim did nothing. He consistently tested in the highest percentile, for everything, was consistently at the top of his class, but... "That's bullshit. You're fighting right now, aren't you?"

He'd seen Grim not even a month ago put himself between an Alpha and Kote when Kote was bleeding on the floor. It was rare you saw him show emotion, but when you did, it was fiery and in the face of pain and he did not back down when he felt like he needed to protect something. Namely, his batchmates. Other batches knew damned well you didn't fuck with Kote's batch, because Grim was willing to wait. He waited, and waited, and struck, and half of the CC batches were terrified of him. He wouldn't abandon his batchmates like this.

"I don't want to fight," Grim repeated, and Jango's eyes narrowed. He was breaking, and he should have thought about this before he decided to pull off this bullshit plan.

"What happened?" He asked bluntly, and Grim hesitated. Jango could see the cracks start, and realized this clone was losing his damn mind. He was desperate.

"I'm showing defects," he blurted, and then stopped, like he was cursing himself, but he was shaking and looked like he was about to cry. "I'm too... high strung. They did a psychological profile and I'm showing abnormalities. I thought I answered everything right, I thought I picked the right answers, but it went against what they had on my file, and they're saying it's anxiety. My brain isn't working, so they're going to recondition me, and I can't... I can't do that to them. So I'm a deserter now. Decommission me."

A long moment stretched between them, and for a second, Jango was half tempted to do exactly that just to deal with the damned problem so he wouldn't have to think about it. But the kid... there was something burning in his eyes. Something desperate, and Jango realized this was the perfect soldier. Willing to die pathetically in a room before he even saw the galaxy to keep his peers from falling apart. Falling on the sword. It would be a karking waste. In another world, in another time, Jango would have killed to serve with someone like that. Had served with men like that, fought by their side, for all the good it did him. This was a clone that saw everyone more important than him, was struggling and fighting and coming up with the most batshit idea Jango had ever seen, and what the hell did the Kaminoans mean, anxiety was a defect? That was a damned tool, he just needed the right framing, the right way to deal with it. Jango had fought alongside plenty of people with shit like anxiety and depression and PTSD, and they were all going to end up with anxiety and shit by the end of the war anyways, so why were they bumping off someone with a head start? Stupid. It was beyond fucking stupid, and that was what he was standing by. The clone was looking like he was going to cry, and what was he right now? Eight? He didn't even fit into the finished armor yet. This was stupid.

"That's not good enough," Jango decided, because Kote's batch was going places. The entire damn batch was too good to lose to reconditioning paranoia, and it would be a fucking waste. "Go get changed and meet Alpha-17 outside your sleeping berth. Now."

The clone was breaking, and Jango was just going to have to teach him how to piece himself back together. Fucking stupid long necks didn't know a damned thing about war. The hell were they thinking? He wasn't going soft.

This clone, though... This clone he was going to form out of beskar. Jango wasn't going to accept any less.

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