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vulpinroid · 4 months

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The flash of light dissipated into an unfamiliar environment. Machinery surrounded him of which the purposes were unknown. He heard two voices, one male and one female but the words were hard to distinguish. Energy crackled along his armoured body, lingering from whatever that had displaced him. The vulpinroid took a step forward and triggered the opening of the compartment in his right leg.

His hand closed around the grip of his sidearm and the fox lifted it up and out as he did only once before. He looked at the gun and instinctively pulled the slide back, verifying there was a round chambered. A quick inventory check confirmed the reserve magazines were in his left leg. The fox marched forward in the direction of the voices that he had heard. They grew in clarity as his systems seemed to have countered the disruption.

“-They’ll come back, you can’t stay here alone!”

His ears lifted as he recognised the male voice.

“I’ll take you out of here Shadow, I won’t let them catch you!”

The fox froze dead in his tracks. The second voice was also familiar to him. He clenched the fingers of his left hand as he continued to listen.

“I won’t go without you-”

“The people of Earth need you to be there. Be their hero Shadow, be all the hope that you were to me. Promise me, Shadow.”

“But Maria, I cannot leave you there. Get me out of here. I will protect us-”

“There’s no other way. Trust me Shadow, I will be okay. I just wish I could go with you. Promise me that you will do this for me.”

The fox heard doors opening to his right.

“Freeze!” A new voice broke in. He focused on its source, identifying it as a human male in an unfamiliar battle dress, holding a submachine gun. “Move away from the panel, now! Don’t play with me.”

The vulpinroid took another step forward and looked to his left. A blonde haired girl in a blue dress was standing in front of what had to be an escape vessel of some kind. Ejection sequence ready to be activated. Her hand hovered near the control that would finalise the sequence. Behind her, a black and red quilled hedgehog was pounding frantically at the glass that separated him from them.

He raised his gun towards the trooper, reticule centred on the man’s head. This had to be a dream of some kind. This never happened. This was impossible, it had to be. If he was correct though, this was Space Colony ARK. The girl like many others made it off of the station alive. He knew this because the girl was Maria Robotnik.

His wife.

Tails watched the man raise his index finger to the trigger. Dream or reality, he knew he had only one course of action to take. His own finger tensed around the trigger to his gun.

The muzzle flash was near blinding at this proximity. The shot echoed in the room as Tails lowered his trigger finger after depressing. The trooper had been sent onto his right side, dead from the shot that he had sent through the man’s head. The trooper’s gun clattered to the deck. Tails stepped forward into view and stowed his gun away, lifting the submachine gun off of the man’s body, slinging it to where its strap ran crosswise from his left shoulder to his right side, thumbing its selector switch to safe.

Maria hadn’t moved to take cover, still standing in front of the escape vessel with her arms out to cover the hedgehog with as much of her body as possible. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the armoured two-tailed fox. He turned to face her and took a hesitant step forward. Words of reassurance and familiarity forming but being silenced.

She doesn’t know me, yet.

“Are you all right?” Tails asked softly.

“Yes.” The girl nodded but remained where she was. “Are you here to take him away?”

Tails looked past Maria at the hedgehog, who seemed to be even more anxious.

“No.” He held his left hand out to her. “I’m here to protect the both of you. You can deactivate the escape pod.”

Maria hesitated, sadness in her eyes as she looked at the dead man behind him.

“Did you have to kill that man?”

“There was no other choice. He was going to shoot you. You might not have been able to activate the pod in time.”

“-He was just a soldier, trying to stop us.”

“Maria-” Her eyes focused on his face upon hearing her name. “-I’ve been in the military for most of my life. Shooting unarmed children is against the rules of engagement for almost every armed force. The only people that would are terrorists or criminals. Do you know why these people are here?”

“They want Shadow. What are you? Who are you? You’re not entirely mobian, are you?”

“I was once. I’m something unique, what my creator called a vulpinroid.”

“Your creator?”

“-My wife. Dr. Robotnik, or more accurately her name was Dr. Prower.”

“-I didn’t know anyone in my family was married to a mobian. What’s your name?”

“Miles Prower. Though y-” He froze. “-she called me Tails.”

“Called? Is she-”

“Dead.” His eyes lowered. “Yes. That’s why I left the military.”

“You sound British.”

“I am. I was a naval officer, I retired as a rear-admiral. The youngest in the service. I had to take care of our children.”

“What are you doing on the ARK then?”

“I don’t know. You see-” He cast his eyes over on the control system for the pod and took note of the date before turning to face it, beginning to reverse the activation on his own. “-I’m 12 years old today. Where I came from, I’m fifty.”

“That’s why your fur is grey.”

“By choice, it’s rather complicated, but yes.”

“-So you came from 3278?”

“Correct. One moment I was home, the next I was here. I don’t understand how. There was this energy field that seemed to seize hold of me. Something I never saw before.”

“-Chaos Control.” Shadow whispered as the capsule finally released him. He took Maria’s hand and looked up at the vulpinroid. “-I tried to use Chaos Control to get Maria away from those men. I had the energy built up but then it was as if it got sapped.”

“Are you saying that you managed to bring this fox here because of it?” Maria asked.

“Insufficient data to theorise. But it’s the most likely explanation.”

“We have to put him back, Shadow! He has a family-”

“My children are grown up now, Maria, and it seems if anything you need me here now more than ever.” The fox knelt down before her and pressed his left hand to her face. “I will get both of you get off of here, safe.”

“What about my grandfather?”

“The professor?” His ears raised. “Where is he?”

“I think they took him. We lost track of him earlier.”

“Then we’ll get him back.”

“You’re just one fox. What can you do?” Shadow asked, frowning.

“Whatever is necessary.” Tails drew his gun and held it at low ready.

#miles prower #tails the fox #maria robotnik #tailsmaria #tailsmari #shadow the hedgehog

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astral-veil · 2 years

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just 501st being 501st

#star wars #the clone wars #clone wars #ark trooper echo #ark trooper fives #clone trooper hardcase #ark trooper jesse

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clonememesfrikyeah · 3 years

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MY SON MY BOY MY POOR BABY OH GOD OH FUCK IM CRYING HE LOOKED SO SCARED

#NOOOOOOOOOOOOO #im crying #MY SOOOOOOON #MY LITTLE BOY #I WOULD DIE FOR HIM #IF ANYTHING ELSE HAPPENS TO HIM ILL END EVERYONE AND THEN MYSELF #echo #ark trooper echo #clone trooper echo #the bad batch #my post #HE NEEDS ALL THE TLC #I WANT TO CUDDLE HIM SO BAD

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theoceanoasis · 3 years

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Going To The Bar

Kix was sitting at 79's with his brothers. Jesse was sitting next to him and having an arm wrestling contest with Fives.

Hardcase is trying to flirt with the waitress and is doing terribly. The waitress is giving him pitying looks. It's a little embarrassing to watch.

Tup and Dogma are talking to each other and Tup is starting to get a little drunk. He keeps asking Dogma to dance with him. While swaying in his seat with slightly glazed eyes. He is a total light weight.

He can see Rex drinking something strong and trying to forget all of them. He knows his brother likes hanging out with them, he just acts like he doesn't.

Echo is cheering Fives on and also making snarky comments. He can tell Jesse is getting annoyed by Echo's distractions. He smiles at his brothers and continues drinking. He's glad they finally got leave and are able to enjoy themselves.

He watches Tup pull out the puppy dog eyes and Dogma caves, while Tup starts cheering. He watches them leave for the dance floor and Rex is keeping a close eye on them.

Echo must notice because he talks about Rex being a mother hen. They all know Rex is a mother hen, but Fives and Echo are the only ones who can say that to Rex. Without having there butt's kicked the next day during sparring.

Rex ignores him and finishes off his drink. He looks like he could use another and asks the waitress for another drink. She happily goes to get him one and Hardcase pouts. While watching her quickly get away from him.

He watches Hardcase look at the captain and start complaining. Before getting distracted by Jesse who bumps into him while Fives cheers in victory. He pats his brothers back after loosing to Fives and offers to get him a drink.

Jesse looks over and smiles at him.

"You need to wake up."

"What?"

"I said please do."

He watches Jesse glare at Fives while feeling confused. He has no idea what just happened, but it puts him a little on edge.

Jesse nudges him and asks like nothing is wrong.

"Move over I have to use the bathroom."

Hardcase stops arguing with the captain and says.

"I'll join you."

Fives looks like he wants to say something that will probably start a fight. When Echo quickly stops him and points at the wolfpack.

"Let's go over there."

He watches Echo drag Fives away while smiling. Those two have so much energy and there both amazing Ark troopers.

He looks over at Rex who slides next to him. They are the only ones at the table.

"You need to wake up. Your in danger."

He stares at Rex and asks.

"What?"

Suddenly it was like everything skipped and Torrent was sitting around him. They we're joking and laughing while he looked confused. He didn't understand what was happening.

Fives looks over and asks.

"Do you remember the chips?"

Jesse turns to look at him.

"Do you remember?"

Echo nods.

"It was important."

Everyone at the table is watching him a and Dogma says.

"You need to wake up."

Tup nodded.

"Your in danger."

He looked at all of them while feeling really confused. He didn't understand what was going on. They we're at 79's and he wasn't asleep or in danger. He was with his brothers.

Echo stared at him and said.

"It's over we're gone now."

Rex nodded and was smiling while speaking urgently.

"Wake Up It's Not Safe!"

He looks around and gasps in horror because everyone was dead. He stood up and took a step back in surprise before waking up.

He walked out of the Carbonite feeling nauseous and collapsed onto the ground. When he finally looked up he didn't know where he was, but his brothers we're gone and he was all alone.

#clone wars #star wars the clone wars #captain rex #kix #clone medic kix #jesse #arc trooper fives #fives #arc trooper echo #echo #clone trooper hardcase #dogma #tup #drinking #79's

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image-thot · 3 years

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Echo, Jesse and dogma - Yandere Headcanons

Echo (pre bad batch)

Self-Sacrifice type.

"If it's for you I wouldn't mind dying" He finds himself saying in your direction as you prepare for battle

He thinks back to the first time he thinks such devoted thoughts about you, you were just recently assigned to the 501st and already had a lot of attention from both his brothers and the generals for your amazing skill on the field. He knew the other reasons why his brothers really ravished you with attention was because of your mouth dropping beauty.

It were at times like this was he glad he was an ark trooper, it made him stand out against his brothers. Especially when he did things for you, need a rescue? He’s already shooting those clankers for you. Need a hand sorting supplies? Already has the list memorised for you.

There is literally nothing he won’t do for you, he finds most of his time is spent with you or trailing after you.

He wants you to be happy and if that means giving up most if not all of his free time and devoting it to you he is more than happy to make the sacrifice. You mean the world to him, he hopes you love him in the same way but if not that’s ok.

Jessie

Stalker type.

He had been watching you work for hours, it was now one of his favourite past times. He loved everything about you, from the sway in your hips to the way you tell your favourite joke. He just can’t get enough of you.

Although he has talked to you plenty of times on mission, he has come to the terrible realization that he has zero ideas how to not talk shop. It is his go-to and with you he wants it to be so much more.

So taking a page from the recon book he decides to best observe and learn from afar before any future engaging physically with you.

At first, he thought it was going to be easy, and to his credit it was, watching you from afar on his off days while you went about your business blissfully unaware. It did make him slightly annoyed that you didn’t notice him, but he brushed it off as his skills being just that good.

He loves seeing what you do on your off time, he takes note of everything. He’s taken several photos of you off duty, he used to hang them around his bunk but the perverted comments of some of his brothers and questioning from superiors put a quick stop to it.

There is only so much time they spend off mission and recently he has been finding his patrol getting closer to your station. He does like to compromise his duties but you just look so beautiful when you work.

After a good portion of the night was spent drinking and dancing with your friends you have finally made it back to your apartment, barely managing to enter the code you stubble in closing the door behind you. As you make your way towards your room you toss off your heels and any other restrictive clothing item before you collapse onto your bed.

Your body had just started to drift into sleep before it startled you awake like it could sense someone was there. Your tired eyes scanned the dark room looking for anything that was out of place. Coming up empty your eyes slowly close, blissfully unaware of the man who lingered near your closet.

Dogma

Worship type

His love and loyalty to you were far more than anything he had felt towards any commanding office, obviously. He prides himself in following his commander’s orders but with you, it just feels like something so much more.

Yes with other commanders he followed their orders to the T, but that was any clone troopers job to do. But any order you gave felt like words spoken by a deity, and he was going to serve you in any way he could.

And so began his newfound duty, anything you said he would consider the gospel and any order or request made he would be first in line to complete them. His brothers never understood his resolve in following orders, he would normally just ignore them but when they ever mention you, he has started small brawls in the barracks for their disrespect.

Hardcase was the first to mention his “loyalty” was his way of crushing on a higher ranking cutie. His remark left him a blushing mess but nevertheless, he defended your honour from his ridiculous assumption that simply because of your looks you weren’t worth following. (which wasn’t Hardcase’s point but made him laugh at his obsessed brother)

He found himself stay late to help out with anything that you had left outstanding, haven’t filed those reports? Don’t worry someone of your rank shouldn’t concern yourself with that. Need someone to get you some caf? He’s on it.

Want him to stand watch while you have a secret meeting with Arc trooper fives? Sure, I mean he wasn’t going to judge you and was sure as hell going to wasn’t going to allow anyone else to. He wasn’t meant to know anyway but knew your orders would be clear regardless.

After a busy day filling out paperwork with the help of clone trooper Dogma had finally finished. Dismissing him with the complement of a job well done, you could have sworn you could hear the trooper give a joyous “yes” from behind the closed door.

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wanderinginksplot · 3 years

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Warriors in Red Armor

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Chapter Two

Hound II

79's was loud, dim, and crowded. There were so many people packed into the building that the air inside felt thick and hard to breathe. Any conversationalists had to shout if they wanted the other party to hear them. The main illumination in the room came from accent lighting, flashing spotlights, and the occasional glowing cybernetic.

It was chaos, and Hound loved every second of it.

He had always been a fan of crowds, of feeling the press of civilization. He and Grizzer were similar in that sense: they both thrived in situations that offered plenty of information to take in.

When the three Coruscant Guard troopers had arrived at 79's, they fell into their traditional pattern. First, Thire had tried a cheesy pick-up line on a beautiful Mirialan female just inside the doors. She had given him a pity-filled smile and turned him down. Thire had been unaffected. His pick-up lines had a 0% success rate, but he kept trying.

Next, Thorn had stopped by the bar on the way in. He ordered a Corellian whisky, light on the ice, and ignored Hound's protests that they would get the first round together in a few minutes. Thorn sipped at his drink as they walked to the Coruscant Guard's standard booth.

The Corrie Guard booth wasn't reserved - as if 79's would allow something like that - but no one else ever sat there. That was one of the benefits of always being planetside with a regular presence in 79's. No trooper from another battalion would ever try to sit at their booth, not without an express invitation.

Before he did anything else, Hound got Thorn and Thire stowed at the booth. The former was drinking while the latter focused on thinking up a new pick-up line. Hound then left to get drinks for the party. This was his favorite part: getting to meet people.

With the warmth of amusement filling him at the antics of his vode and the civvies on the dance floor, Hound made his slow, weaving way to the bar. There, he chatted with brothers and civilians alike while he waited for the drinks he had ordered. Thorn wanted another Corellian whisky on the rocks, Thire requested a hyperdrive, and Hound decided on a surly sarlacc.

As the bartender placed the second drink in front of him, Hound glanced at the people around him. To his right were a Bith and a Sullustan in some kind of embrace. Deciding he didn't want to learn any more, Hound turned to his left side instead. There, he found a pale woman sipping frantically at a cup of what he was sure was a blue bantha.

"Hey, no rush!" he called over the pounding music. "They aren't going to run out of booze."

She smiled wanly at him. "Are you sure? Everyone here is drinking like the bar is closing and they want to be hospitalized by the time it happens."

"Lighten up, Ark!" a pretty girl on the stranger's other side called. She slung an arm around her friend's neck, and Hound caught a whiff of Corellian whisky from her glass. "One night out isn't gonna kill you!"

"It might," the pale woman sulked, taking another swig of her blue bantha.

"Another whiskey, handsome," the louder one said to the bartender, adding a wink that made the infamously slow-moving man pick up the pace.

The wheels in Hound's mind were spinning. The two women might end up being an excellent match for Thorn and Thire. His vode had expressed interest in finding hookups for the night. Who better for a loud trooper and a quiet one than a loud woman and a quiet one?

"Hey, how about I buy this round and both of you help me carry these drinks back to my friends?" Hound asked.

The louder of the two grinned at him. "Two hands, three drinks, and a crowded dance floor? Sounds like a recipe for disaster. It's our civic duty to make sure no one slips in spilled alcohol." The quiet woman simply shrugged, which Hound took as an agreement.

When the bartender came to drop off Thire's hyperdrive, Hound ordered another round for the women. He directed the quieter one to carry her own drink and the hyperdrive while he carried Thorn's Corellian whisky and the surly sarlacc.

"Don't trust me to carry two drinks?" the other woman asked with a faux pout.

Hound smiled and shook his head. "I might need you to clear a path and you seem like you can command attention."

With that, she laughed and struck a dramatic pose that made at least two troopers in the area stare. "Follow me!"

True to Hound's expectations, she led them across the dance floor with ease. When they reached the other side, she paused while Hound took the lead to the Coruscant Guard's booth. When they arrived, the other troopers immediately caught sight of Hound's guests. Thorn glanced away and took another sip of his drink while Thire's entire face lit up with interest.

"Hey, guys this is…" Hound paused, realizing with a guilty pang that he had never gotten their names. "... blue bantha and Corellian whisky. These are my fellow troopers, Thorn and Thire."

The louder woman slid into the booth with a laugh, offering Thorn her hand to shake. "Corellian whisky, also known as Kai. Blue bantha is my friend Ark."

"Ark?" Thire asked, standing so that the quiet, pale woman could sit on the inside of the booth. Hound noticed with interest that Thire was watching Ark closely. He would have bet every credit he owned that Thire would have gone for the bubbly Kai instead.

"Yeah, it's a nickname?" Kai explained, mouth quirking up at one corner. "Her real one is too long for easy use."

"What is your full name, Ark?" Thire murmured. Hound could only just hear him over the music, but he was silently begging his brother not to use one of his pickup lines on the poor woman.

"Arkularia," Ark answered with a grimace. "I know it's a lot."

"I think it's beautiful," Thire said fervently.

Ark's pale cheeks reddened and she gave a single nod in thanks.

Hound's amused look was echoed by those of Thorn and Kai. Thorn, of course, took the chance to egg his brother on.

"What's wrong, Thire? Run out of your famous pick-up lines?"

"Pick-up lines?" Kai asked, sounding intrigued.

Ark's cheeks reddened further. "Do they work often?"

"Ehh…" Thire hedged.

"Never," Hound chimed in.

Thorn took another gulp of whiskey. "Not on the sane ones."

Kai winked at Thorn as she loudly said, "I think Ark wants to hear one of those pick-up lines, Thire. Do you have one for her?"

Thire looked at Ark for direction, but she only lifted a pale brow. Defeated, Thire took a deep breath and put on his cockiest smile. Hound counted Thire as a friend and that smile still made him want to hit the man in the face. "Hey, Ark, I've got a problem. I lost my comlink frequency. Could I have yours?"

The group dissolved into laughter and the proverbial ice between the two groups seemed thoroughly broken.

"So, Corellian whisky, huh?" Thorn asked Kai, who grinned. "You have good taste."

"Back at you," Kai said, inclining her glass to connect lightly with Thorn's. "I don't know how they get away with selling this vintage so cheap here."

Thorn's eyes sharpened and Hound fought back a smirk. The alcohol prices at 79's had been a source of much discussion from Thorn over the years, and Hound was glad his brother had finally found someone to share that interest with. Especially since Hound wouldn't have to be part of the conversation.

"Well, I have to go," Hound said, tipping back the last of his surly sarlacc.

"Wait, what?" Kai asked. The sentiment was backed up by the expression on Thorn's face. Thire and Ark paid exactly no attention to his announcement, their interest clearly captured by each other.

Hound shrugged. "I have to report for an early morning shift in a few hours. I need to rest up if I'm going to make a good impression on the good people of Coruscant."

Thorn frowned. "What are you talking about? Earlier today, you told the commander that you would be fine to stay out late."

Hound pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense. "Why, Thorn! Would I ever be so irresponsible?"

"Always," Thorn said dryly.

"I can't hear you over the music!" Hound shouted, too loud even in the din that was 79's. "See you tomorrow!"

He left before Thorn had a chance to deliver a retort, but he noted with more than a little glee that neither Thire nor Ark had noticed him leaving.

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Ark I

Thire was charming, there was no doubt about it. He had spent the past two hours asking questions about Ark and actually listening to her answers, as if her every word was fascinating. Most men saw her as an easy way to get to the talkative and flirtatious Kai - at least, if they didn't know anything about who Ark was - but Thire's attention seemed fixed on quiet Ark.

"So, what do you do here on Coruscant?" he asked.

Ark relaxed a fraction. Bars and clubs weren't exactly her scene, but her work? She could talk about that all day.

"Kai and I work as part of an information securities team."

"That sounds… really cool, actually," Thire said, admiration in his voice.

Ark felt an odd urge to preen under the half-compliment before her better sense kicked in and she quashed the temptation. "It pays the bills," she said instead, giving a casual sort of shrug.

"What kind of information securities are we talking about here?" he asked, encouraging her to go on.

For the first time in their conversation, Ark hesitated. Ransom always emphasized how important it was to keep a low profile, but this was Thire. Goofy, pick-up line-using Thire couldn't be anyone of enough importance to get them in trouble.

"Well, we specialize in data recovery," she told him. "Lately, we've been branching out into a new service. Businesses hire us to test security measures and report our findings."

"That's awesome!" Thire enthused, and Ark was relieved to see no hint of deeper understanding or curiosity in his dark eyes. "Do you have, like, a team name?"

"It- It's not exactly a team," she clarified, hoping he wasn't going to get condescending. "It's a business. A thriving one, actually. We're called Red Squad."

Thire frowned and Ark tensed. Would he recognize the name? Instead, he gave a broad grin after a moment had passed. "What a coincidence! We're a red squad!"

"Oh, is red your unit's chosen color?" Ark asked politely.

"Yep, Coruscant Guard crimson," he bragged. "Planetary landing squads will try to make it sound like they have the only important job in the GAR, but keeping Coruscant safe is a lot of work."

"You're permanently stationed on Coruscant?" Ark double-checked, trying to hide the surprise she was feeling. It didn't matter - he saw through her attempt to be subtle.

"You weren't expecting me to be around for very long," Thire summarized. His face went polite and distant rather than being warm and friendly like it had been through their previous conversation.

"Not exactly," she admitted, feeling guilty that her thought process had been almost exactly what he expected. "I mean... I know a lot of troopers have to rotate on and off of Coruscant. Is it nice to stay in one place?"

Thire's eyes thawed slightly. "It is, but sometimes I wish I had the chance to see more places. Actively do more good, you know?"

"I think you do plenty of good here," Ark encouraged softly. She wanted to show him that she wasn't some heartless snob who looked down on the troopers who defended her home. "The war may seem far away from Coruscant, but it's only because you and your brothers work so hard to keep us all safe. Thank you for that."

"Listen, Ark…" Thire said gently, but she had trouble hearing him. Instead, loud cheering from Kai and laughter from Thorn stole her attention as they watched someone on the dance floor.

"I don't believe it - a perfect 30!" Kai shouted while Thorn pounded the table with his fist and roared with laughter.

The idea of seemingly stoic Thorn laughing so hard with cheerful Kai brought a smile to Ark's face, but the sentiment was not shared by Thire. Instead, the trooper scowled across the booth.

"Vod, do you mind?" he asked sharply.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry," Thorn apologized, waving a hand in Thire's direction.

"Anyway, is it okay if I comm you sometime?" Thire asked, refocusing on Ark. "I'd like to spend time with you somewhere that I can actually hear you."

"Not much to hear, most days," Ark said with a soft smile.

"Still," Thire pressed. "Would that be okay with you?"

Thire smiled at her, the expression lighting up his handsome face, and Ark paused. The evening had been perfect so far, but how would their next encounter go? She worked hard to cultivate the image of a quiet woman whose most interesting traits were tied to her job. Still, Ark had secrets that couldn't come to light, especially around a trooper of the Coruscant Guard. Plus, Thire was a good-looking, charismatic man with skills and interests far exceeding those he needed for his job. He would figure her out - it would only be a matter of time. She should give a polite refusal and keep the memory of this night a perfect one.

Ark opened her mouth, ready to turn him down, but the open nervousness on Thire's face made her pause. She could not reject him. She wasn't strong enough to choose a quick end to their time together.

Instead, she smiled and nodded, fighting a wave of disappointment in herself. She was willing to wring every drop of happiness from their acquaintanceship before the inevitable end. It was dangerous behavior from a woman whose safety relied on secrecy, but she was hopeful that it would be worth it.

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A/N - So, this story isn't entirely written from Hound's perspective. He just really likes to talk! I promise, the next chapter will feature other narrators, and will introduce the rest of the characters we're missing.

Per request, the chapters will feature individual warnings about potential triggers. If I miss one, please feel free to let me know!

And yes, some of the drink names in this chapter were taken directly from Oga's Cantina in Star Wars: Galaxy's Edge.

#Warriors in Red Armor #star wars the clone wars #star wars #star wars fanfiction #coruscant guard #commander thire #commander thorn #sergeant hound #commander fox #79's #drinks #mentions of alcohol #clone troopers deserve better #more to come #please reblog

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Usa today Donald Trump blames Iran for insurgents storming of US Embassy in Iraq - USA TODAY

Usa today

WEST PALM BEACH, Fla. – Amid renewed tensions in the Heart East, President Donald Trump on Tuesday blamed Iran for insurgents storming the U.S. Embassy in Iraq and threatened Tehran over the incident.

"Iran shall be held entirely to blame for lives lost, or damage incurred, at any of our services," Trump tweeted dreary in the day. "They'll pay a truly BIG PRICE! Here's no longer a Warning, it's miles a Risk. Jubilant New Year!"

He also said the U.S. embassy in Baghdad is dependable and "has been for hours," and he thanked Iraqi leaders for their assistance.

Earlier in the day, Trump said Iran would be held "entirely to blame" for violence focused on Americans.

"Iran killed an American contractor, wounding many," Trump said in his morning tweet. "We strongly answered, and consistently will. Now Iran is orchestrating an assault on the U.S. Embassy in Iraq."

The U.S. Embassy in Iraq is, & has been for hours, SAFE! Numerous our colossal Warfighters, along with essentially the most lethal protection power instruments in the sphere, was once in the present day rushed to the location. Thank you to the President & High Minister of Iraq for their hasty response upon question....

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) December 31, 2019

Supporters of the Iraq Shiite militia, which is backed by Iran, broke into the U.S. Embassy compound in Baghdad earlier Tuesday, setting fire to a reception house amid plod gasoline and gunfire.

As protesters massed outdoor the U.S. compound in Baghdad, Protection Secretary Mark Esper said in a assertion that "we are sending extra forces to enhance our personnel at the Embassy."

The episode hearkened to the 2012 assault on the U.S. consulate in Benghazi, in which four Americans were killed, along with the U.S. Ambassador to Libya Christopher Stevens. Republicans were closely serious of the Obama administration’s response to that assault, and that criticism became a central GOP speaking level in opposition to Democratic presidential candidate Hillary Clinton, who was once the Secretary of Whisper at the time of the assault.

Trump sought to transfer off these comparisons by tweeting at one level that the U.S. response to this incident was once "The Anti-Benghazi!"

Some lawmakers feared the escalating violence in Iraq could perhaps perhaps result in protection power struggle with Iran.

Sen. Tom Udall, D-N.M., said "the predictable result of the Trump administration’s reckless bluster, escalation and miscalculation in the Heart East is that we are now hurtling nearer to an unauthorized struggle with Iran that the American folks make no longer enhance."

The embassy assault in Baghdad followed U.S. airstrikes on Sunday that killed 25 fighters from the Iranian-backed militia. The U.S. described these strikes as retaliation for last week’s killing of an American contractor in a rocket assault on a protection power nasty in Iraq.

In defending the U.S.-led airstrikes, Trump tweeted that Iran "shall be held entirely to blame."

Iran killed an American contractor, wounding many. We strongly answered, and consistently will. Now Iran is orchestrating an assault on the U.S. Embassy in Iraq. They'll be held entirely to blame. Besides, we question Iraq to spend its forces to guard the Embassy, and so notified!

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) December 31, 2019

It was once Trump's first public commentary on Sunday's airstrikes.

As for the embassy assault, Trump said that "we question Iraq to spend its forces to guard the Embassy, and so notified!"

The president, who's spending the holidays at his resort in Palm Seaside, Fla., has been largely out of seek since taking questions from reporters on Christmas Eve. Trump in brief traveled to his golf course arrangement the resort, but stayed for below an hour, breaking his normal routine of spending several hours at the membership.

In a later tweet, the president said he had a "very factual meeting on the Heart East" and was once returning to his Mar-a-Lago resort. He promised to invent "updates true thru the day" on the space in Baghdad.

Talking to U.S. troopers by video name on Dec. 24, he thanked the protection power for its effort to gain rid of the last remnants of the Islamic Whisper’s territory and for the killing of Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi. However on Tuesday the president remained largely out of seek and had no public events listed on his time desk.

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Sen. Tom Cotton, R-Ark., a member of the Senate Armed Companies Committee, echoed the president and blamed Iran for the confrontation at the embassy and for escalating tensions.

“When an Iran-backed militia killed an American in Iraq last week, it met with a firm response. Now our embassy in Baghdad — sovereign U.S. territory — has been attacked in yet one other reckless escalation,” Cotton said in a assertion. “Because the president notes, Iran needs to be held to blame.”

In describing the invasion of the U.S. embassy in Iraq, the Associated Press said its reporter "noticed flames rising from within the compound and at least three U.S. troopers on the roof of the predominant constructing within the embassy."

The AP added: "There was once a hearth at the reception house arrangement the automobile car parking zone of the compound but it was once unclear what had induced it. A man on a loudspeaker told the mob now to now not enter the compound, announcing: 'The message was once delivered.'”

Critics said Trump's policy in direction of Iran is unsuitable, beginning along with his resolution to withdraw from the multi-nationwide nuclear settlement with the regime in Tehran. Because the U.S. renews economic sanctions on Iran, its executive is threatening to revive applications that can perhaps perhaps well very successfully be former to accomplish nuclear weapons.

"It’s onerous to overstate what a whole failure Trump’s Iran policy has been," tweeted Ben Rhodes, a foreign policy aide to President Barack Obama. "Nuclear program resumed. Regional provocations escalated. US isolated."

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part 12

Anyone who still remains after part 11: you’re a real trooper buddy <3

The Exodus of Cybertron, it was later called. Cybertron needed time to heal. Resources dwindling, the planet scarred- they had to leave for the good of their world. And Megatron, the blood-thirsty tyrant he was with his spark twisted on revenge for his former friend, surged forward into the darkness after Optimus Prime, vowing for his spark.

Little to no one remained on the desolate wasteland once called home.

Ships were scattered across the cosmos as the space bridge was corrupted. The Ark and Nemesis played a game of cat and mouse; the big competitors in space, fighting for dominance.

Factionless rogues tried to stay in contact with rogues, and aid each other when they come into contact. The Rising Star met up from time to time with other ships. Goods were exchanged, conversation offered. Sometimes hosts were less polite than others, but everyone knew better than to pick a fight.

It was lonely. Isolated in space. You could have your friends, your family, but you still felt empty. Homesick. An ache in your tanks more than hunger alone.

~Years Later~

Location: Unknown

:: Decepticon General Blackout, you’re going to be out of range of comm systems after another an estimated 3.68 kils. ::

:: Understood. Have Lord Megatron informed that as promised, I will return with a debriefing of the location. ::

:: Certainly, sir. ::

The line went dead shortly after. Blackout’s alt-mode glided through the vast cold emptiness of space. He saw nothing but dead and dying stars twinkling in every direction, as far as his scanners could pick up.

He checked his star maps a few dozen times. Within himself, he could feel a restless Scorponok; whose thoughts continued to pester his own.

< Recharge, Scorponok. We have a lengthy trip ahead of us.>

The bug didn’t seem very pleased to hear the news. It was certainly going to be a long trip; the poor bug was going to be desperate to get out and stretch his limbs by the time they got there.

Location: Just outside of atmospheric pressure and the gravitational pull of planet V 255835 section QBI 832759

:: This is Journey, requesting permission to dock. ::

:: Permission granted. Welcome aboard, crew of Journey. ::

“Its been some time before we’ve had visitors,” Novastrike stated excitedly, practically bouncing just outside of the transport bay. There was a delightful gleam in her optics as she danced in place; servos jabbing in the air.

A rather unimpressed Neutroboost glanced down at Novastrike with narrowed optics. “Settle yourself femme, you’re going to startle them away.”

“At ease, Booster,” Guard commented tiredly. He looked much older than they had on Cybertron. It seemed age was finally catching up to him. “We’re all a little excited at the prospect of making a few new acquaintances and trading partners.”

Neutroboost grumbled at the scolding, glancing away. The seeker used to be so docile and calm, but since Crookedwing’s tragic death amidst the escape from Cybertron, he never could seem to find his own inner peace. What once was a collective, thoughtful, considerate mech was now constantly at war within himself.

Nova pitied him, but he refused to let anyone close to him anymore. Save for, perhaps, Guard.

The giant twin doors finally opened as the docking was secured, locked, and the two vessels had adjusted their pressure conditions to equalize each other out. A team of mechs stood in their own connected ship, awkwardly staring back.

“Greetings, friends,” Guard greeted warmly, placing a servo to his chassis and bowing with respect.

“And to you,” one of the mech’s aboard Journey stated awkwardly.

Groups began to slowly enter each other’s ships and intermingle. Novastrike; hardly spotted beneath all the larger bots conversating, stared up at the newcomers in awe. Most seemed to act shy; socially awkward, actually, she studied from their actions. She slipped further into the Journey and observed their expressions and reactions as they fidgeted and spoke.

She spotted what she could make up to be someone of importance upon the Journey. He was speaking with Guard; nodding as they spoke. His expression showed interest, but anxiety, and he wore a set of strange googles upon his head.

Something moved at his heels, and Novastrike almost squealed as she jogged over.

“Hi there!” she chirped, having spotted the minicon hiding behind the Journey mech’s legs.

The mech immediately looked down at her, perplexed.

“Novastrike,” Guard snapped, offering a disapproving stare.

“It’s- quite alright,” the newcomer stated, though his tone seemed unsure. “He’s just a touch shy at first, that’s all.”

The mech stepped aside slightly, revealing the curled up ball that had been trying to hide behind him. The creature’s shiny gunmetal gray armor shifted in the light. Beneath his form was red, and Nova realized as he moved to stand up and shrink away, that it was his appendages that were red.

“Ooohh my goodness! Are you a descendant of Predacons? Look at how small you are oh, wow!”

The tiny dragon gave a small chirp, lowering its head and wriggly uncomfortably in place beneath Novastrike’s excited gaze.

“He’s no predacon, that I can assure you,” the mech stated firmly.

“He’s glorious,” Nova whispered in awe. “Is he friendly? Can he speak? Can I touch him?”

“He doesn’t normally speak,” the mech stated, nervously wringing his servos in front of his chassis. “And I would ask him, little femme- he’s intelligent, he’ll understand your questions himself.”

Placing her servos respectfully behind her back, Novastrike stood straighter and looked- or tried to look- the red ruby eyed dragon in the optics. “Hello there! You look absolutely amazing. Would it be alright if I just- touched you? I’ll be quick I swear you just- you look so unreal! I mean, I’ve seen a mech once that was a dragon, and he could talk, but he was bigger than you and I never got the chance to touch him and see if he was real or if I was just going crazy.”

“-crazy,” the dragon echoed back in Novastrike’s tone.

“Oh my gosh, you can parrot bots! That’s so cool. What else can you do?” She asked, sitting on the ground.

The dragon looked up at his master, but it seemed the mech had no aid to offer. He went back to speaking with Guard; although, kept glancing back at his dragon anxiously.

“What... can you do?” the dragon repeated.

“Well...” Novastrike brought up her servo, using her digits to help count as she spoke. “I can transform into a cyber-cat, obviously that means I can jump high and hear crazy things far away- like further than everyone in this room. Except maybe you, maybe you can do that too? I can uh... you know, speak, read, write. Sometimes I sing, but alone you know- I don’t think I’m that great. I can shoot guns pretty good but I only use stun rounds, I don’t like hurting bots. Umm...”

She tapped a digit against her helm thoughtfully, trying to find new things to explain. As she did so, the dragon inched closer, reaching out with his muzzle to sniffle at her armor.

“Wooooaaahhh,” Novastrike gasped in awe. She reached out with her servos, retreated, and reached out again.

The dragon bumped her servos gently with his helm with approval.

“Ooohh my gosh you are so delightful, just look at you! Look at how good looking you are,” Nova cooed, patting her servos over the dragon.

He gave a tiny little wiggle at first, like he was confused on how to react. Novastrike patted his sides and his back and his rump moved around like an over-excited dog.

“So cool,” Nova stated, breathless.

“What is-... your name?” the dragon inquired through recordings, lashing his tail around. One of his horns moved slightly; tilting a little to the side questioningly.

Giggling softly as she rubbed the dragon’s armor, she responded: “Novastrike.”

“-Novastrike.” the dragon repeated. “I am- ... Fireline.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Fireline,” Novastrike gushed, offering a doofy grin.

The dragon gave a small flick of his tail, showing his sharp teeth in a grin of his own; although, his seemed a touch more strained and unsure. “-nice to meet you” he mimicked, causing another fit of giggles from Nova. She halfway fell to the floor, and Fireline turned around, snuffling his snout into her side curiously so that she squealed; laughing loudly.

“AhhhHH! Stop you’re- you’re tickling me,” she snickered, trying to shove the dragon’s helm away. He chirped, snuffling into her side more and causing another fit of laughter, to which most of those in the room turned to stare at, optics softening at the sight of the pair messing around. It was pretty rare to hear that sort of unfiltered, joyous laughter floating around.

Location: 1200 kleps from planet V 255835 section QBI 832759

< We’re almost there, Scorponok. Shouldn’t be but another 153 jours. You can see it pretty clearly from here. >

Scorponok took advantage of the bond to stare at the location from Blackout’s perspective vision. He didn’t seem impressed with the spherical solid mass of a planet. It seemed reddish-brown in color, with a thin cloud overlay here and there, and small patches of a greenish-blue plant life with almost purplish colored water.

< Looks inviting. > Scorponok stated unhappily

< What’s that matter? No longer want to throw yourself in some dirt and bury around for the next few days? Maybe tearing up some Autobots, causing trouble. At the very least, causing me trouble when I try to get you to dock again or Primus forbid, clean you... >

That instantly changed the bug’s mood.

< Hurry up, you rusty old flier. >

Blackout chuckled. < That’s the spirit. >

Location: Just outside of atmospheric pressure and the gravitational pull of planet V 255835 section QBI 832759

“It was really a pleasure meeting with your crew, Guard,” the mech from the Journey stated, shaking his servo. “We appreciate your hospitality. I’m sorry that we don’t really have the resources to help your crew out further.”

“It’s fine,” Guard murmured tiredly, offering a small smile. “Not many are willing to part with their energon, that we understand. It’s the parts we lack for in repairing our vessel that causes the most issues though. Ever since the Exodus, we haven’t had any operational on board defensive system, among the other issues I told you about...”

The mech from Journey offered a sympathetic servo to Guard’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “If there’s anything else we can offer, we’ll do our best. Should we come across something useful for you, we’ll try to contact you.”

“And us, you.”

The mech chuckled. “Of course,” he agreed. “And are you sure it’s alright for us to leave you those seven mechs for four of yours? I’d feel terrible straining your ship anymore than necessary...”

“Nothing we can’t handle, and they’ll get used to the rations and way we run things. After all, they’ve been mostly settling around these past few cycles anyway,” Guard stated politely.

“Well, this is farwell, for now,” the mech stated with a nod. He turned to look around with some concern. After a moment, he spotted what he was looking for: a dragonic Cybertronian gnawing on a cyber-cat, over in the corner. They were half flopping over one another.

“Fireline,” the mech stated. “We’re leaving now. We’ll be seeing the crew of the Rising Star again, but it’s time to go.”

Fireline poked his helm up from the interweaved limbs to look over to the mech. His tail swished slightly, and he looked down at Novastrike as he pulled himself free from their tangle.

“Farewell-... friend,” Fireline stated through his recordings.

Roughly shaking her helm, Novastrike stood up and bumped her helm against the dragon’s chassis. “Goodbye,” she said softly. “I’ll miss you, Fireline.”

Fireline gave a soft chirp, lying his helm temporarily on top of Novastrike’s. He pulled away, wiggling his bum a little. With a leap and a bound, he turned towards the mech that called for him and glided across the floor; wings snapping open. He landed effortlessly just inside the Journey’s docking chamber.

“I’ll miss you toooo,” the dragon hissed in a voice Novastrike had never heard. There was a mischievous glint in his optics, and Nova’s own pair widened slightly and as she placed her servos on either side of her face.

“Ooohh nooo, that little monster!” she hissed. “He can speak after all!”

A rather confused looking Guard glanced down at Novastrike as he exited the small docking bay and shut the doors so that they could finish the undocking process. “What was that?”

Offering a cheeky grin, Novastrike gave a little shrug. “Oh, nothing important,” she snickered, walking away.

Location: 358 kleps from planet V 255835 section QBI 832759

< Only another 46.3 jours left, Scorp. >

< Wake me when we get there, > the bug stated in the most ‘I’m fragging dying of boredom’ voice that could be.

That’s odd, Blackout thought. He could almost swear he saw a glint of metal for a moment heading on planet; the light from the sun momentarily bouncing over its form before it descended into the cloud cover.

Maybe the rumors were true, after all.

Location: Planet V 255835 section QBI 832759, surface

“You think they missed us?” Novastrike asked as the Rising Star made its final approach to the planet’s surface.

Guard gave a hearty laugh, waving his servo to the observation deck’s viewing window. “I don’t know, Novastrike, why don’t you look and see for yourself.”

The small femme jumped up to see what it was Guard was laughing about. A smile flashed across her features as she looked at the dirtball of a planet they were settling on, her optics wide.

“Woah,” she breathed out slowly. “That’s a lot of Knoech’ols.”

#quid pro quo au #OTP AU #OTP Lit #Cute OTP #hmmm?? this seems different

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