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havoc-warband · 2 years

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Trahearne's first mission - the weapons test, that had Sivris so overly excited - was only a few days after the Order's removal of Risen from Lion's Arch. The brief that the sylvari had sent the day after said that it was in Rata Sum, and it wasn't expected to take more than a day, but he'd arranged accommodations for them through the Order anyway.

Vikaros supposed it could come in handy if something happened to one of them and they couldn't leave the city immediately after the mission. He'd never been to the city himself, but he'd heard that it was horribly warm and humid. With a bit of luck, their quarters would be ventilated, or maybe cooled with some asuran tech. Sivris'd assured him that it should be possible with their advancements in climate control - whatever that meant.

Anyway. It was the day-of, so he roused his warband early, earning a few complaints that he took with a grin and a threat to their rations, had them pack their bags, and led them out of the Chantry, to Lion's Arch, through the asura gate.

And by the Claw of the Khan-Ur, the city felt like it was intent on burning them alive.

The rest of his warband also noticed immediately, once they got through. They could barely start complaining before they heard a familiar voice say: "There you are! You're early."

Trahearne had been sitting on some stairs in view of the portal, and hastily stood up, packing away what looked like a book, back into a messenger bag.

"I told you, we're elite. That means timely service," Vikaros said.

"At the cost of my beauty sleep," growled Yurmia under her breath.

"What beauty?" muttered Akoviras, who promptly received a punch to their shoulder.

"Deserved," whispered Tavryn.

"Elite," Vikaros insisted, shooting a glare at the warband.

Trahearne seemed like he was trying his very best to not laugh.

"Anyway," Vikaros continued, "you said you had accommodations? We can drop off our packs there, and then see what this weapons test is all about."

"Alright," Trahearne replied. "It's just this way..."

He led them to the barracks. Turns out they did have climate control, and Vikaros barely managed to wrench Sivris away from the poor asura she'd found and had cornered to ask all of her questions.

The scientist who was developing the weapons they'd be testing today was called Gorr, and his lab was down by the docks. Which meant even higher humidity. Vikaros was afraid he was going to have to request a towel for each of them by the time they got back to their quarters.

When they arrived, however, they found a slightly frantic-looking asura, in front of a set of see-through doors, that showed complicated laboratory equipment. The room was crawling with Risen. Thoughts of complaining about the weather evaporated as the warband immediately focused on the threat.

"You- are-" the asura sputtered.

"Shipment of apples," Trahearne said, "for professor Gorr."

"Oh! Oh, of course, the keyword- I'm supposed to say 'buckets of fun' in response to that, I think."

Vikaros snorted. "Yeah, we can work with that. What do you need us to do? Should we clear out the lab before we begin?"

"No!" the asura shouted. "Those are the test subjects! They managed to get away, you see.”

Vikaros blinked. They sure did. “Is the weapon also inside the lab, still?” he asked.

“Oh, no,” Gorr assured, “they’re right here, actually! Perhaps you could-”

“Clear out the lab with the weapon,” Sivris said, eyes shining bright. “How does it work, exactly?”

Gorr looked a little surprised, but only too happy to explain his invention. “It’s called the Vacuummagic Polarizer, and-”

Vikaros didn’t know much about asura, but he knew that if you got them going about their tech and inventions and magic or whatever, they wouldn’t stop easily. He walked up to the rack with experimental guns and grabbed one.

“How about you explain what the buttons do, first?” he interrupted, while gesturing for the rest of the warband to also take some, Tavryn dragging Sivris along.

“Oh, er, sure!” Gorr said, walking over to the weapons rack.

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The lab was cleared with impressive efficiency. The Risen went down like butter under a flamesaw, and after some final checks, the warband exited the lab again. Outside of the building, Gorr was frantically speaking into some kind of device.

“-not what I said at all! Oh nooo,” was what Vikaros caught, before a portal flickered to life behind the professor, and Risen started crawling out of it. Bigger, tougher ones than those in the lab. “They sent in all of the remaining test subjects!” Gorr groaned.

“I can see that,” Vikaros growled, before he shouted: “Formation! Protect the civilians!”

Havoc moved as one. Gorr and Trahearne were shuffled behind their ranks, and they reopened fire on the undead. The weapon worked wonderfully, and the Risen were eliminated without complication.

When all the corpses were still once more, and they had satisfied their curiosity by poking some of them with the barrels of their guns to confirm they were definitely dead again, Trahearne spoke up.

“Well, I think that concludes the test. Unless the rest of the staff has more undead behind a teleporter somewhere, professor?”

“No,” Gorr laughed, eyes sparkling, “that was all of them! That was fantastic, thank you so much for the testing! And for saving my life, I think, I’m not sure I’d have survived if it’d just been me, there.”

“Would have been tougher without the guns,” Vikaros nodded. “I think you’ve developed something really powerful here, Gorr.”

Formalities were still difficult for him. Fortunately, the asura seemed too excited to notice the lack of title. Or he didn’t care to begin with.

“Yes, it works even better than I’d expected! Oh, this is going to be so-”

“Professor,” Trahearne interrupted. “Now that the test is concluded, how fast can you produce these guns? I think they would be a huge asset in the fight against Zhaitan.”

Gorr jumped up in excitement. “Oh, do you really- When do you need them? I can put my apprentices to it in shifts, and-”

Vikaros tuned out the logistics chatter. He re-racked his gun and walked up to Tavryn, who was checking Akoviras over for wounds. “Report. Any injuries?”

“None whatsoever,” the guardian said, remaining focused on her task, her paw glowing blue as it ranged over the other soldier. “Those guns really were something.”

“They were,” he agreed. “If only we’d had them-”

“There’s no point continuing that sentence,” she warned. She was apparently done with her inspection, because her hand stopped glowing and she turned her full attention to Vikaros. Akoviras stood and walked away, dismissed. “Knowing how fast asura work, these probably were barely out of the drafting stage back then.”

Vikaros growled. “Fine, you’re right.” He dragged a hand down his muzzle, shaking the thought out of his skull.

“‘Course I am,” Tavryn said. “You want a check, too?”

“Nah,” he replied. “Nothing touched me, I’m good.”

“Alright,” she said, standing up. “Then we’re done here.”

Vikaros nodded. “I’ll debrief with Trahearne and Gorr, see if there’s anything else they need of us.”

Tavryn shot him a salute as she walked to join the rest of Havoc, who were gathered around one of the Risen, carefully poking and discussing it.

Trahearne seemed to just be done talking to Gorr, as the asura was hurriedly walking away and chattering into his - communications device? Might be useful for their own team, he’d have to look if they sold some in the city -

“Anything else to do?” Vikaros asked.

“I don’t think so, no,” Trahearne replied. “Your help really made the difference today.”

“Can’t wait to use the guns on more of these bastards,” the charr muttered. “Retaking Claw Island might actually be possible with these.”

Trahearne nodded. “About that,” he said, “it will still be incredibly difficult, but I have an idea to gain another advantage over them.”

Vikaros crossed his arms. “As long as it includes-”

“Food and lodgings, yes,” Trahearne smiled. “Have you heard about the Pale Tree?”

Vikaros blinked blankly at him, and he laughed. “She’s the mother of all Sylvari,” he said, “she has all the knowledge ever gathered by my people. Her wisdom may be invaluable for the coming battle.”

“Do you really need a team of mercenaries to go ask her for advice?” Vikaros asked, confused.

“Her advice does not always come in a straightforward way,” Trahearne said cryptically. “Besides, you seem much more knowledgeable on matters of the military than I am, so you might be able to ask questions I wouldn’t ever think of.”

Vikaros blinked, slightly thrown. Somehow, this felt significant. And it seemed like a fantastic opportunity to advance his revenge on the Elder Dragon.

He grinned. “Sure, alright,” he said, “when do we go?”

“The earlier, the better.”

“Tomorrow, then.”

#havoc warband #havoc writing #vikaros havocforge #and the rest #trahearne #slowly molding them into their future roles #the marshal who picks the missions and keeps a high level overview of everything #and the commander whose primary concern is his soldiers and keeping everyone safe #trahearne is absolutely not a civilian btw vik just keeps forgetting that #obv he can fight how else has he survived decades of orr #trahearne is just slightly afraid of getting in the way of the charr #next installment is the pale tree's vision which should be juicy #vik has No Idea about societies other than charr society #at this point in his story #he'll learn

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ominouspuff · 3 months

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Repurposing GAR armor towards the end of pulverizing wrinkly Sith

— A guide by CC-1010, ecstatically-ex-marshal commander of Coruscant

A what-if au featuring the Corries pulling all-nighters fueled on caf alone to study republic law, Fox providing his own dubious legal representation resulting in the wildest civil court case in Republic history, and, they can only pray, formidable and clandestine cooperation within GAR high command’s clone contingents via a small-scale GAR-approved candy brand

#fan art #star wars fanart #artists on tumblr #star wars: the clone wars #commander fox #fix it au #ish #It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better AU #rebel!Fox #Implied (because the artist says so and has hc’s): Rebel!GAR #crack treated seriously #Repurposing GAR Armor AU

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spacedace · 8 months

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Had a dc x dp brain worm, feel free to use as a prompt <3

Sidenote, I decided to get fancy with the Ancients titles because of course I did lol

Shifting Where = Space (Danny)

Eternal When = Time (Clockwork)

Ever Onward = Speedforce (Ellie)

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Bruce watched the footage again.

And again.

Again.

It didn’t make sense.

A week ago every television, radio, computer, phone - even the LED billboards - had been taken over to deliver a message. Across the United States. In every territory it held. Every military base. Down in the depths of the oceans where American submarines tried to creep past Atlantian patrols. In the endless cold white of Antarctica. Even far above in the International Space Station. Any place the United States Government had control over, any place one of its citizens found themselves. There was the message.

The face of an entity, human in shape but not in form. Hair as gleaming white as starlight, eyes bright as the twisting dance of the Aurora Borealis, skin as cold and blue as the tail of a comet. The entity wore armor as black as the depths of space with a crown to match, the later glinting and shifting with the twisting birth and death of galaxies. A cloak of nebulae danced down his shoulders, eclipsing the world beyond the entity entirely.

He named himself, jaw tight, expression serious.

High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms.

The Shifting Where. Son of the Eternal When. Father of the Ever Onward. His Epitaphs many and ever growing. The True Balance. The Bridge Between. The Devourer of Dark. The Last Child of Between. The Great One.

King of the Dead. King of the Infinite Worlds. King of so much more than Bruce had ever even known was possible.

King who had declared war. Who marshaled his endless armies. Who spoke of warnings, of efforts to reach a peace, of trying again and again and again to find a way to not plunge into violence and bloodshed. All things living come to call him King in time, he had no want or need to go out and hurry that along. But there were no options left to him now. He had tried for peace. He had been denied.

He would not see his people suffer any longer. Would not see those he’d sworn to lead and protect imprisoned by fools who had sworn themselves enemies to all the afterlives. Would no longer permit the vicious cruelty to continue.

The message was a final warning.

A final offer.

Three days, Phantom said. The United States government would have three days to release their prisoners, to begin the process of dismantling the laws that made death itself an illegal act.

If they refused, he would lead his endless armies personally in the war to come.

It had not been an idle threat.

Three days after the message, after Bruce and the rest of the Justice League scrambled to try and figure out just what it was it was all about, after Justice League Dark’s members shakily took turns explaining just how powerful the being that had gave that message was and how much danger the world was in should he and his armies march upon their world, war came.

Of all places, it began in a town in Illinois.

The sky shattered like broken glass above, Lazarus Green beyond, and the Dead poured out.

It started in Illinois.

It did not end there.

Bruce watched the footage of it all, eyes burning as he watched every second of CCTV footage, every shaky phone camera video, every news broadcast.

Most of them looked human enough. Changed in death, but recognizably human once. A pair of glowing teenagers on a motorcycle, a writhing shadow twisting about at their command sweeping chaos upon the battlefield. A young woman dressed to perform with hair a literal flame, burning bright blue and snapping furiously as she played devastation upon her enemies with her guitar. A child with corpse gray skin and luminescent green hair, flickering in and out of Bruce’s ability to see as if fighting against a law of existence to be visible, screaming orders to a skeleton crew from his place on deck of a 1700s ship that sailed through the sky, disappearing into clouds before raining down attacks from above.

There was more. Glowing skeletons dressed in the fashions of war spanning every culture going back millennia. Robots with weapons far beyond the technology they had even in the League. Creatures of myth and legend. Things of nightmares.

Leading them all, as he had promised, was Phantom.

He looked younger, smaller. Just a boy, really, a gangly teenager that hadn’t quite finished growing into himself. One holding power beyond anything Bruce could ever imagine, but still just a child as far as he could see, no older than Tim who’d just graduated high school. Frantic research found Phantom appearing as far back as human history, but those sightings had to have been after his death. Bruce can’t help but wonder how young the boy had been when he died, how much of that youth still clung to him through all these eons.

It wasn’t something he’d let him self consider normally, not with something like this.

A dangerous unknown appearing without warning and attacking with unimaginable power and seemingly endless forces. It was something that would normally eclipse everything else. Something that would make Bruce put aside the ache at seeing a face so young twisted in rage.

But.

He watched all the footage.

Civilians were put in the crossfire. Were shot at and endangered. Were left terrified and scrambling for safety in buildings that were rapidly being torn away by stray artillery.

But never by Phantom or his armies.

The dead, in fact, went very far out of their way to ensure civilians weren’t harmed. Sweeping people up out of the way of falling debris. Shielding them from attacks that would have most certainly killed a normal human. Some dead even helped evacuate, ushering a frightened and panicked populous to safety as gently as they were capable of. Some of the less human creatures - giant bear-like beings with horns and fangs and ice edging their burly frames - even rushed forward to offer medical aid.

When the sky shattered open and the armies of the dead swept in, they ignored the town below. They focused instead on what was discovered later to be the base of a secretive government agency. The dead’s fight focused on those individuals in sharp white suits, bearing weapons capable of actually injuring King Phantom’s people.

It was these agents that brought the fight to the streets to Amity Park. That fired recklessly and without thought or care to the casualties they could inflict. That didn’t seem to care if they killed a hundred civilians if it meant hurting just one of Phantom’s soldiers.

Bruce watched all the footage.

And again.

Again.

Phantom had declared war.

Phantom spoke in his message of being out of options, of attempting peace. Phantom gave three days time for the release of captives. Phantom lead armies who fought viciously but never once willingly harmed civilians.

Phantom declared war, but he didn’t want it.

“Amanda Waller has reached out.”

Bruce didn’t turn his attention from the screens before him, eyes burning as he followed Phantom as the King dove away from the middle of locked combat to shield a child from a pulse of green energy from something like a grenade another agent in white had carelessly thrown. The child was crying but unharmed. The left pauldron of Phantom’s armor cracked and shattered from a direct shot from the enemy he’d just been fighting that he’d turned his back on, a glowing green liquid uncomfortably like Lazarus Water dripped down from a smoldering wound.

Clark stepped up to stand beside him as he watched, face worn and tired. The League had missed the first battle, but they’d been quick to appear at the rest. Phantom and his army ignored them unless they put themselves purposefully in the way of the fight. They were, as Justice League Dark had warned, vastly out powered by the entities fighting. A hulking giant knight made of shadow riding a nightmarish steed had driven Clark six feet down into the dirt when he’d attempted to make his way to Phantom directly to try and talk to the king.

The depth Clark had ended up felt like a warning of what would happen if he tried to get close to the king again.

It probably was.

“She said they have intel for us.” A faint twitch of fingers, jaw clenching, voice flat in that way that told Bruce his old friend was fighting back anger with everything he had. “That she has options for how to deal with the insurgence.”

Bruce shut off the monitors.

He’d seen enough.

Now was time to get answers to just what, exactly, Amanda Waller and the US government had done to cause the Dead to rise and rage.

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Part Two Part Three Part Four

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #bruce wayne #clark kent #danny fenton #amanda waller #ghost king danny #ghost zone goes to war #space core danny #ancient of space danny #i'm gonna make ancient of the speedforce Elle a thing if it kills me lol #it just fits so well #Bruce's dad senses are tingling #Fright Knight might have been able to bat Clark away but if Bruce gets within a 100ft of Danny it's game over #Bat-Adoption Papers deployed #BatFam up a new member (or three or six)#Amanda Waller is not going to be as persuasive as she thinks she's going to be when it comes to getting the JL onboard with her plans

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tenderjock · 6 days

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Cody's just about to drift off, warm and a little sticky, when his comm chirps. He considers ignoring it even as he rolls over in the bunk, fumbling one-handed for the buzzing device.

It's nothing urgent - a partial conversation between Wolffe and Bly that he's being looped in on, rather unnecessarily in his opinion.

cc-3636 just because youve got a Fucking Boner for your jedi cc-3636 speaking of havent heard from codes since his new assignment cc-5052 oh yea cc-5052 hey cc-2224 hows your new general

He gets halfway through typing He's decent enough when Kenobi wakes up and drapes himself over Cody's shoulder, chest hair rubbing pleasantly across his bare back.

"I only rate decent?" his general murmurs, amusement curling in his voice. He looks thoroughly indecent, mouth red and bruised, hair mussed, hickeys dotting his throat.

Cody deletes it and sends He's acceptable instead.

Kenobi laughs. "Come back to sleep, my dear," he says, snuggling his nose into Cody's neck. Without bothering to open Wolffe's message - that bad huh ? - Cody allows himself to be rolled over and tucked against his general's front.

He'll deal with the command crew later. Right now they've got four hours before they need to be Marshal Commander or High General of anything, and Cody's all set to spend it sleeping in the arms of a beautiful, terrible, wondrous man.

#codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #star wars #may the force be with you #myfic #this is part of my headcanon that cody and obi-wan started fucking two weeks into being assigned together and then caught feelings later

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varpusvaras · 1 month

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Obi-Wan: -and then I think we should...hold on a minute, Cody, Quinlan is calling me...what is it, Quin?

Quinlan: Hi, Obes! And Commander Cody! Just the man I wanted to see! I want to make a complaint about your brother

Cody: ...which one of them?

Quinlan: Oh you know exactly which one of them I'm talking about!

Cody: *sigh* what did Fox do this time?

Quinlan: He fined me! Because I gave my boyfriend a hickey!

Cody: ...what?

Quinlan: Yes! Thorn and I were making out and I gave him a hickey and it was a bit too high because apparently your brother could see it underneath his blacks, so he fined me for "Defacing Republic Property"!

Cody: .......and what do you want me to do about it?

Quinlan: I don't know, you're the Marshal Commander here!

Cody: Yes, and I have enough to do with being the Marshal Commander of the 7th Sky Corps, the Capital is not my area of responsibility. You need to take this up with the Commanding Officer of Coruscant

Quinlan: ......but that's your brother.

Cody: Exactly! Goodbye *cuts the call for Obi-Wan* Now where were we?

Obi-Wan: ....you know that I love you?

Cody: Yes.

#Fox definitely pocketed those credits and used them to buy himself something nice #sorry quinlan he can't hear you over your crimes!#sw #tcw #commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #quinlan vos #quinthorn #codywan

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luckynatured · 2 years

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Random headcanon: for Hilbert’s fight against Marshal, Merlot and Michelle took the spotlight for the most part. Merlot KO’d both Throh and Konkeldurr, whereas Michelle took on Sawk with Aerial Ace.

Meinshao was a bigger problem; MIchelle did her best to keep up with Meinshao’s swift attacks, but it was clear that she would drop before the Fighting-type did. And Hilbert really didn’t want to risk losing anyone else right before fighting N, so he was really at a loss.

That was when Belle decided to take matters into her own hands.

She waited until Hilbert returned Michelle to her PokeBall to burst out of her own. There was no way for her to know that Meinshao was going to use Jump Kick, nor the fact that the resulting crash would knock him out.

Marshal was the final E4 member that Hilbert faced, too. The fact that N was already facing Alder at this time didn’t help matters, so both trainers knew the situation was dire. It was for that reason alone that Marshal accepted what happened, but under the condition that he and Hilbert have a rematch when everything was said and done.

#Belle;#a combination of luck and skill (headcanon)#((so Belle knew that Michelle was fighting Meinshao and getting exhausted))#((but I also hc that Marshal doesn't use commands with Meinshao))#((so there was no way to know that said Fighting-type would use Jump Kick))#((I literally switched Belle in when Meinshao was going to use Jump Kick))#((the resulting crash KO'd it))#((I did that with the intent of Hilbert doing that on purpose - like observing Meinshao to know when it would use Jump Kick)#((but now that I'm writing that out for the fic; I realized that didn't make sense))#((it made a lot more sense for Belle to surprise even Hilbert with her antics))#((Hilbert is Chaotic Good and so is the rest of his team to an extent))#((although in Belle's case it's more Chaotic Neutral))#((I've been wondering how best to approach this and I'm thinking this is the most reasonable thing))#((like. the stakes were way too high to simply treat this as a normal challenge))

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stonewall-if · 9 months

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Stonewall Military Academy: the most brutal, merciless, and unforgiving boarding school in the country. Most recruits either desert or die by the end of their first year. It is where the fiercest and deadliest killers are trained and molded to be the military's steel fist. And it is not for the faint of heart.

Your late mother was once the most respected Commander in the military...until she turned against her country and was killed. Her betrayal killed important figures, left thousands dead, and almost made your people lose a war against a monstrous opposition that threatens the livelihood of your people every day.

Your family has gone into hiding since then, exiled and branded as traitors. But when you're forced to defend your sibling, you're given two options: death or become Stonewall's newest recruit, which is a death sentence in and of itself.

You choose Stonewall.

Your mother's betrayal has tainted your family, has made anyone with your last name hated and has exiled them in circles your family once commanded. You will be bullied, ostracized, even almost killed by your fellow recruits who believe you lower than dirt.

But that won't stop you. You won't be part of the 99% of recruits who die or desert. You will get out of here. You will learn about your mother. And you will live to see graduation.

Will you?

Stonewall is an 18+ dark interactive fiction with minimal fantasy elements that follows MC to a ruthless military academy. Things such as explicit violence, death, bullying, and dark themes are prevalent.

Choose your gender identity and shape your recruit's personality.

Were you a bloodthirsty fighter--everything your parents wanted you be--or what people can consider a 'weakling'?

Fight violence with violence or confront your fellow student's violence with your words, or do nothing at all.

Rebel or become a loyal soldier. Fight for the High Commander's respect or be a thorn at their side.

Romance, befriend or become an enemy to a cast of characters.

Try to survive in the deadliest school in the country.

The High Commander: the leader of Stonewall. She is ruthless, bloodthirsty, and the source of nightmares for many. She doesn't expect you to make it here. Best to prove her wrong.

Your sibling: who is the closest person to you. Your actions saved them from a life of misery and you will continue to do everything in your power to protect them.

Roman [m] or Raven [f][RO]: your new mentor and trainer. R has long graduated as a student and is a full-fledged warrior working at Stonewall. They are cold, brutally honest, detached and unforgiving. They will push you to your limits, and they don't care how you feel about it. Really, they expected you to desert the moment you stepped foot into this place.

At least they're not unnecessarily cruel...which is the most you can hope for here.

Ivan [m] or Iris [f] [RO]: coming from the most powerful military family, I's bloodline has made them the most sought-after student in the school. Your mother also killed their father, so it is no surprise they hate your guts. They are at the top of the rankings, which means they are a bully, but a dangerous one. And they will not make your time here easy.

Marshall [m] or Maureen [f] [RO]: the bumbling, happy-go-lucky recruit that came in the same day as you. No one knows how the shy and easily scared M got into Stonewall...must be because they're from a line of powerful commanders. Still, they are nothing like their family, and you feel bad knowing the students are going to eat them alive. Stonewall will likely kill them before this year ends. Not your problem, right?

Enzo [m] or Eris [f][RO]: the child of the High Commander. No one wants to cross them, so no one talks to them. They are isolated like you but in a different way: they are fawned over while simultaneously being avoided. It seems like you may just be E's only ally in here (or not).

+more!

#interactive fiction #interactive novel #interactive game #choice script #cog game #cog #choice of games #dashing don #interact-if #if game #if wip #cog wip #if intro #intro post

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cc1010fox · 5 months

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Fox: Stay vigilant, men. That beast is out here somewhere... Fox lets out a high-pitched scream as a tentacle wraps around his ankle and pulls him into the sewers. Thorn, halting his troopers: Either we agree that we didn't hear that or we let him die to spare him the embarrassment. Trooper 1: I didn't hear anything. Trooper 2: Hear what? What are you talking about? Trooper 3: It was a silent attack. We just noticed he was gone. Thorn: Good men. Now, let's rescue our marshal commander!

#Commander Fox #Commander Thorn #Coruscant Guard #Vencuyanir ‖ Queue

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keldabekush · 2 months

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It's Stone's turn at the deskwork tonight and he's a little bit glad about it. His feet hurt and he's sick of the way everything echos in the senate building - the ceilings are so high. He's loosening the fastening clip on his left boot under the desk and marking a file for review with his free hand when Marshal Commander Fox keys open the door.

Stone bashes his shoulder against the desk in his hurry to sit up straight. Fox is already strolling up to the desk and Stone has no time to say anything before he perches himself on the corner and pulls out a crinkly little package.

"Good evening Stone. Do you want a banana chip?"

"I...yeah?"

"Oh i wasn't talking to you. I was talking to her." Fox says, without pausing his careful scrutiny of the bag of dried banana chips

Stone says nothing, because he's confused and he doesn't want Marshal Commander Fox to know that he's confused him. He tries to subtly look behind him in case there is a "her" somehow peering through the window behind him, despite it being hundreds of feet above ground level.

He doesn't manage it before Fox holds out a banana chip to the wad of fabric that's been sitting on the corner of the shared desk since Stone sat down.

Stone is about to turn a devastating raised eyebrow in Commander Fox's direction when the little pile of fabric begins to move, and as he watches on in complete uncomprehension, a teeny tiny little pink hand reaches out and plants itself on the plastic desk top, and then a second, and whatever is in the fabric bag does a luxurious stretch.

Stone is holding his breath for some reason.

A little triangular head with quivering whiskers peeks out, and Commander Fox makes a noise Stone has never heard him make before, like a happy hum or a sort of short laugh.

The thing in the bag slips out into the open to take the banana chip from between his fingers - its a small rodent with four little paws and round ears, with a tidy coat of white and dark brown that makes it looks like it's wearing a little brown jacket with a hood. It eats neatly, holding the banana chip with both of its little pink hands and tucked into a tidy little crouch.

Stone remembers he's not breathed for a minute and does that while Marshal Commander Fox extends the smallest finger on his right hand and brushes the fur behind the thing's ears very gently.

"Sir." He says firmly.

"Stone." He doesnt look at him so Stone can't deploy The Eyebrow, so instead Stone makes his tone as flat as he can.

"Marshal Commander Fox, Sir. What is happening right now. This right here." Stone gestures to encircle the entire tiny scene, "what is this. Explain. Please."

The little creature is leaving tiny banana crumbs beside the Visit Coruscant! keyring Thorn kept on the desk.

"Commander Stone, this is Stone. She's our guest. Would you actually like a banana chip? They're pretty good."

Stone takes one from the bag Fox is holding out to him because its the easiest response. Its crunchy. It is pretty good, actually.

"Hullo, Stone." He says. He's probably asleep at the desk and he'll wake up and tell Thorn about this funny dream.

"She's here because its warmer in the office during the day and she was sounding a bit wheezy. And she likes sleeping when theres company around. Has she been sneezing?"

"No." He answers.

"Ah good. That's better isn't it, little'un?"

He's talking to the animal like it's a first cycle cadet.

"Do you want to hold her?"

What? Oh, that was aimed at him. Stone stares at the thing while Fox picks out another banana chip. It had finished the first treat and was washing its face and whiskers with its tiny paws.

"Sure."

Fox scoops it up like a handful of pudding and drops it into the crook of Stone's arm, and hands it another banana chip. It sits there, vibrating quietly and enjoying its treat while it leaves little banana crumbs on his elbow.

Stone extends the smallest finger of his free hand and smooths the fur between it’s ears. He looks up only after Commander Fox lowers the datapad that had been on the desk and grins at the holo image he's taken. He tucks it under his arm.

"No." Says Stone.

"Yes." Says Fox, plucking the fabric bag off the desk and arranging it into a nest in his palm. He holds out his free hand and makes a "give it here" motion, so Stone carefully transfers the tiny thing to his hand with the same tenderness he would show a live grenade. Fox attempts to tuck it into the nest, but it climbs up his cuirass to nestle up beside his neck instead and he just makes that weird noise again.

"Bye, Stone."

"Goodbye, Commander. Goodbye, Stone."

And like that the door closes behind them and Stone is alone in the office again, one boot unbuckled and the smell of banana in the air.

He wipes the crumbs off the desk and gets back to his forms.

#commander fox #commander stone #fox's pet rats #fic #kushwrites

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workingchemistry · 8 months

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Wolffe is standing next to the Generals when 17 comes down from the ship and he’s glad for it. He’s under no illusions that he’s not going to get reamed later, but he’d like for it not to be in front of his General.

Fox stands in a parade rest next to Bly, chin raised just a little too high for regulation, buckets clipped to their waists.

17 comes to a stop in front of them, arms crossed and expression dark with judgment. He doesn’t shout but he comes very nearly close to it. “Marshal Commander cc-1010, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The Generals all startle forward, ready to come to Fox’s defense. It warms something in Wolffe’s chest to see that there are others who care about his batch ik’aad but they don’t need to bother.

Fox’s chin tips up further into defiance as a grin, wide and manic, splits across his face and breaks open his busted lip. The blood stains his teeth red and that’s fitting too. It’s been too long since Wolffe has seen more than Fox’s masks—been an eternity since he’s seen Fox.

“Sir.” Fox salutes and stamps his foot down against the walkway to send the metal ringing. “My very best, Sir.”

17 stares down at Fox with a deliberately unimpressed expression before he grabs Fox by his hair and pulls him in for a bone rattling keldabe. “I’m gonna fucking murder you, kid.”

#commander fox #cc 1010 #commander wolffe #alpha 17 #I’m on a roll kids #but I’m making myself pace posting

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jollyhaunt · 1 year

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coruscant has the space equivalent to the cosmopolitan magazine, including those celebrity quizzes pertaining to things such as "which actor is your bestie" etc. except they come out with an issue about the jedi INCLUDING "which jedi master would be your soulmate"

the troopers have a riot with this, the jedi amused just as much if not more (no one has heard yoda laugh this much since a prank some padawans *cough cough obiwanandquinlan COUGH* had pulled on mace). cody had refused to participate in the quiz no matter how much heckling he received from the 212th. on the other hand, obiwan is having a riot with it.

when obiwan hears troopers who got him, he becomes more friendly than before—overuses terms of endearments, more pats on the shoulders, smiling a little sweeter, those sorts of things. 212th troopers who got jedi like anakin or plokoon, obiwan just waggles a teasing brow and makes teasing little comments whenever they're teamed up.

it's rex that finally gets cody to take the quiz. some off hand comment about obiwan and his eyes or something along those lines. cody just yanks out the nearest datapad and does the questionnaire with much more thought than he ought to.

and what'd ya know—he got obiwan.

rex leaks it to the 212th and cody receives so much crap for that. obiwan overhears it and bc he is such a bastard, participates in all the teasing, just outright starts flirting bc isn't it so fun to see cody, marshall commander of the 3rd system army, become pink in the face from all the implications?

the next issue is of the high ranking officers of the GAR, including the clones. obiwan gets cody and anakin gives him so much crap for it as well. cody gives obiwan a taste of his own medicine

#anakin gets rex and cannot look him in the eye #the next issue is based on the senators and anakin doesn't get padme #i just love the idea of the jedi + clones being regarded as cool beings #bc they are!!!!#obiwan: oh commander you fondle your blaster so well 😩#cody on the verge of committing affectionate mutiny #getting heart eyes remembering the hero with no fear & jedi master the negotiato #let cody rex fox wolffe etc #get the love they deserve #codywan #star wars #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #jedi order

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starrylothcat · 5 months

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hi Starry! if I may slide in with a request for:

❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜

with our darling Commander Cody please! ☀️

A Little Trust

Pairing: Cody x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Female receiving fingering. Cody being a little dom. Established relationship/everything consensual.

WC: ~700

A/N: Sev!!!!! Oh you may, lovely dear! Because of this request I’m back on my Cody Hours, so please enjoy this thotty drabble. 🫡

“C-Cody…” you panted, face pressed firmly into the desk, your hands clenching the edge for dear life.

“Please…” You were begging now, trying to save face but when the Marshal Commander had two fingers deep inside you, you were bound to break eventually.

“What was that?” Cody hummed, lazily pumping his fingers in and out. His other hand was squeezing and kneading the flesh of your ass, his fingers and palm intent on leaving marks for you to remember him by later.

You always forget how thick his fingers are until he has them inside you, spreading you and brushing against the spot that made your body spasm, much to Cody’s delight.

Drool was pooling on his desk, your mouth agape from the pleasure he was bringing you from just his digits.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, needing his cock or mouth on your soaked pussy, you felt a third finger begin its way inside you.

“C-Cody! I…so much…” You gasped into the desk, unsure if a third finger would fit when you already felt so full.

Cody slowed his fingers, now rubbing small circles on the swell of your ass.

“Have a little trust in yourself,”

His voice was low, commanding.

“I know you can take it.”

You tried your best to relax as his third finger eased its way in. Tears were running down your cheeks, mixing with the drool on the hard surface of his desk. Your knuckles were white from gripping the edge, and your legs weak.

“C-Cody!” You keened, his three fingers now seated inside you. You clenched and spasmed around them, arching back into him to get him to move, to do something.

Cody knew what you wanted, slowly pumping in and out of you. “So full…” You sighed, adjusting to the stretch.

“That’s right, mesh’la. So good for me. I knew you could do it. Have to get you ready for my cock.

You could hear the smirk in his voice, his fingers now easily sliding against your walls, sparks of pleasure running up and down your spine.

“So kriffing wet, you’re soaking.” Cody leaned down, his armor digging into your backside, keeping you in place between him and the desk.

“You’re going to come like this.” He commanded in your ear, his breath hot on your face. “Going to feel this beautiful pussy gush on my fingers, and then you’ll come on my cock. Understood?”

Your body was trembling, nodding into the desk, feeling impossibly stretched.

“Y-yes…Commander.”

Cody growled, removing his fingers from you. You whined at the loss, not given a chance to protest before he flipped you over on your back, splayed out on his desk.

He grabbed your thighs, pulling you down to the edge of his desk as he kneeled between them.

Cody slipped three digits back inside, latching his mouth onto your clit and sucking hard.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as high-pitched, broken gasps of his name were ripped from your throat. His fingers fucked in and out of you, lewd sounds filling his office.

His mouth, tongue, and lips worked you over-sensitive nub, bringing you pleasure only he knew how.

You came quickly, crashing over the edge into blinding pleasure. You clamped around his fingers, thrashing on his desk, sending flimis flying as he worked you through your ecstasy.

Cody slowed his fingers as he felt your orgasm fading, your body going limp on his desk.

The Marshal Commander slowly removed his digits from you, a mouth-watering sight that made his cock even harder against his codpiece.

“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He muttered, kissing your inner thigh before standing up to lean over you.

He kissed your temple, gently stroking your arm. Your eyes fluttered open, not even realizing you had shut them. Your eyes met his brown ones, his lips coming to yours in a passionate kiss.

“I knew you could do it, mesh’la.” He whispered against your lips, his tongue now probing your own.

You gripped the back of his hair, fingers twirling into his short locks, humming in agreement against him.

“If it was too much, we can stop-“ Cody started before his words were cut off by a strained moan as you removed his codpiece with your free hand, letting it clatter to the floor.

His blacks were barely holding back his hard length, your fingers running over the bulge. Cody let out a low rumble of pleasure, reverberating into your body as your hand gripped his cock through his blacks.

You nipped at his bottom lip, wetness pooling between your legs at the anticipation of his thick length deep inside you.

“You know I can take it, Commander.”

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