#a cup of caf is practically a love letter to Cody

[starwarjotta]

Day 5 - caf since my scribbles can be totally illegible, here’s a transcript Obi-Wan: Here you go, Cody Cody: Oh, thanks, sir Cody: this... it’s caf? Obi-Wan: Ah, yes! I’ve noticed my teas are not really to your tastes, so I stocked up some caf for you instead! I hope it’s okay Cody: ... oh Cody: ...thank you.

#codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #star wars #tcw #starwarstober23 #little comic #I absolutely love the trope of them doing flimsiwork together and drinkin tea and caf #and Cody doesn't really like the teas Obi-Wan gives him but drinks them anyway because no one has EVER offered him something like that #and he'd rather jump out of an airlock than hurt Obi-Wan's feelings #so he sucks it up and drinks it and maybe even almost likes one blend or two #but ofc Obi-Wan notices at some point that Cody obviously isn't a big fan of teas so he'll get him caf instead #and if Cody already marveled at someone offering him something like tea this is a whole another level #a cup of caf is practically a love letter to Cody #I love them so much #codywan every day all the time #THEM #idiots in love #I also always struggle with coloring comics like do I color them or not????? so they end up colored kinda in this half-assed way usually #also if it hasn't become clear yet I can't draw backgrounds and struggle with that too so everything always takes place in some weird LIMBO

[letitrainathousandflames-archive]

Late Rex (minific)

When Fives and Echo walked in the mess hall to get their breakfast, only the higher ranks had gotten there yet. Commanders and ARC troopers were supposed to be up earlier to inspect the troops and take care of their affairs, not to mention they should set an example - Fives wasn’t particularly happy with this aspect of his job. Lucky shinies and lower ranks got to sleep a little longer and he’d always envy them for that.

“Hope the caf is decent today.” he yawned “Wait, no. I actually would love to play the Dogma.”

“Won’t you leave the man alone already?” Echo raised an eyebrow at him

“When he manages to unclench his ass, yeah.” Fives snickered, grabbing a tray “Now wait a second. Commanders Cody, Wolffe, Fox, Gree, Bly... where the kriff is Rex?”

Echo looked around as Cody approached the two of them.

“Huh. Odd.” Echo agreed “Where is he?”

“Fives, Echo.” Cody nodded at them “Where’s Rex?”

“We don’t know, sir.” Echo shrugged “We... expected him to be here about now.”

Fives stroked his beard.

“Hm. Okay. Okay, we manage it until he arrives, all we have to do is not alarm the men about his tardiness and...”

Cody was drawing in a deep breath. Oh no.

“Captain “Follow the Codes” Rex is late for the very first time ever!” he boomed in the silence of the first hours of the day “What do you guys think that happened?”

Wolffe didn’t even look up from his coffee, grumbling something about “here comes that little shit again”. Meanwhile, Cody erased the board with today’s food menu and wrote in large aurebesh letters: THEORIES FOR WHY REX IS SIX (6) MINUTES LATE. Wolffe groaned, but Bly snickered as Fives and Echo facepalmed.

“C’mon, you guys, i’m waiting!” Cody demanded “Fifty credits to the man who gets it right!”

Bly shrugged.

“Uhhh... He had a massive hangover and is still asleep.”

Cody wrote “massive hangover” on the board.

“Real nice, but not very plausible. That asshole can drink like a full bucket of beer and can still shoot a clanker dead in the face. Next?”

Gree was supporting his elbow on the table and his chin on his hand, visibly still a little sleepy.

“Eh... He slept through his alarm.”

“All three of them?” Cody raised an eyebrow as he wrote it on the board “Hardly. C’mon, be creative. Let’s get the 501st opinion here, Fives, Echo.”

Echo put his hands up, backing up.

“Uh, sorry sir, but to talk behind our Captain’s...”

“He picked up a twi-lek at the bar,” Fives theorized, furling his brow “took her somewhere and is still there getting some.”

Cody threw his head back and goddamn cackled as Echo smacked Fives on the back of his head with a muttered “dude!”.

“Stars, yes, we’re getting somewhere!” Cody wrote ‘Gettin Some’ as he wiped genuine tears of joy off his eyes “Okay, next?”

Fox shrugged.

“He’s in sick, poor sod couldn’t even leave his bed.”

Cody wrote that and practically swayed his way to Wolffe, sitting right next to him and raising one of his arms.

“Wolff, my good friend...”

“Put your arm on my shoulders and you’ll lose it.” Wolffe growled, eating his breakfast like nothing was happening; Cody slowly put his arm back down

“Oookay.” he sighed “C’mon Wolffe, be a good boy.” Wolffe glared at him “Okay, no dog jokes. But please. I must know.”

Wolffe sighed too, rubbing his forehead.

“You won’t let me eat in peace, will you?”

“Nope.”

Wolffe shook his head to then cross his arms over his chest.

“Fine. I think Rex has been having an affair with a civy for like 1 year. He just managed to get someone to make him a new ID under the name “Wrecks”, which honestly sounds just the same so he won’t have problems getting used to it. He got a facial surgery not to look like a clone anymore and he took the opportunity to give himself the chin dimple he always wanted. He and his secret partner just had their secret wedding and are heading to live in hiding in a small farm in the countryside of Lothal. They even have a pet lothcat named Hissyfit, and Rex plans on having four children with his secret partner. The men who gave him the new ID and the facial surgery? Dead. Can’t leave any evidence. The man is off the radar. We’ll never see him again.”

Silence followed the sound of Wolffe’s theory as he took another sip of his coffee. Echo hesitated.

“Uh. Uh, Commander Cody, what... What was your theory again?”

Cody was just staring at Wolffe like someone looking at a black hole inches from obliterating your entire ship - in awe, shock and a good amount of fear.

“I...” he cleared his throat “I just thought he did got drunk yesterday and ended up sleepin in the wrong dormitory, like” he gestured vaguely, still stunned “the 104th, and is taking long because his locker and his uniform are all the way in the 501st building. Like, ha ha. Classic. But... But I don’t know anything anymore now.”

Wolffe put his cup down and gave Cody a terrifying smirk.

“Maybe you never knew anything, vod.”

“Stop scaring me!”

That was when a voice came from the doorway:

“What is going on here?”

Everyone turned to see Rex standing there, and Rex looked from his brothers to the chalkboard where Cody had placed the bets. The entire place when completely silent and Rex walked in. His steps echoed in the silent room - if one of Tup’s many hair clips were to fall on the floor, they’d be able to hear it, so silent it was - Rex walked past the long tables, past the piled up trays and closer to the board. Without uttering a word, without moving a single muscle of his face, Rex grabbed the piece of chalk and placed a single tally mark right beside “massive hangover”. He took a step back and frowned like he used to when he’d consider military strategies with General Skywalker and then he placed another mark by “gettin some”.

He put the chalk down, wiped his hands and turned to the men to then politely nod and walked out without a single word. Although it seemed impossible, the silence was even thicker now. Slowly, very slowly, Cody got up and reached for the pocket of his blacks. He walked to Bly, placing fifty credits on his hand and then he walked to fives, placing fifty more on his hands. The soldiers looked at each other, unable to break the silence, and finished their breakfast without another word.

#my fics #god i think this is one of the funniest shits I've ever written #clone bois