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ironhoshi · 28 days

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They Don't Care About Us. Chapter 34.

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ironhoshi · 2 years

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Please talk to me more about Jaro Tapal and his commander. You can even makes me cry if you want to XD.

“What was it like?”

Cal blinked and pulled his gaze away from the puffs of purple floating in the sky. He had been caught up in wondering if they were as soft as they looked. A silly thought. He knew they were cold and wet, but everything was painted in such a way that he was willing to have childish ideas. The suns were going down while the horizon turned some interesting hues. The clouds were saturated in color. Boba’s face actually seemed to glow in the dusk light. “What was what like?”

He didn't remember them exactly having a conversation before this, at least not one that had resulted in a question like that.

“Being a padawan in the war,” came the serious reply.

Oh.

He wanted to talk about that again. Cal stretched out, long pieces of grass moving around his body as he did. Everything felt peaceful on this planet…for now. The peace never lasted since the Empire was expanding like a plague. They latched onto the peace and twisted it. Eventually, even this planet, would hemorrhage with agony. For now, while they could, they'd relax in the calm.

“My Master and the vode made it as bearable as they could,” he finally said. “Before the purge…” He reached a hand towards the skies, like he could pluck a cloud with his fingers, and just smiled softly. “Master Tapal was strict, but it was only because he wanted to make sure I could survive. He was also kind."

Boba shifted onto his side, a fist propping his head up, and just sort of watched him. He could see a glint of interest in those eyes. Cal let his lips curl into a memory of a smile.

“How did he treat the vode?”

---completed on ao3--

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ironhoshi · 3 years

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"Am I a bad Jedi?" The question startled him and his fingers froze in Ani's hair. He blinked before glancing down at the boy. Where in the Force had that come from?

"Ani-"

"Don't brush me off," came the sullen voice. "Please."

Well, kark, he had certainly blundered. "I'm not, I promise. You are hardly a bad Jedi."

"Then why didn't I notice...that he was manipulating me?"

Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut for a moment while breathing in hard, centering himself. This was a far more serious conversation than he had been expecting. "I did not notice either, none of us did. Anakin, what happened to you has nothing to do with being a good Jedi. Which, for the record, I think you are a wonderful Jedi...if a bit impulsive. You take after me." He opened his eyes and was hardly surprised to see Anakin staring up at him with wide eyes. He had felt the head on his thigh shift slightly, after all.

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ironhoshi · 2 years

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they don’t care about us chapter 32

#they don't care about us #feral time traveling children #cal kestis #boba fett #cc-2552 striker #padmé amidala #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #jango fett #myles the mandalorian #feemor #quinlan vos #mace windu #jangobi #star wars #star wars fan fic #star wars fan fiction #excuse me while my fingers fall off #i have updated so much today

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ironhoshi · 3 years

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Something, anything cute and fluffy between cal and the iron 13th? I am starved

I think I can manage that! Well, sort of... this is from Jaro's POV, but I think it is cute and fluffy!!! Under the cut and no warnings are needed.

There was a gleeful undercurrent on the Albedo Brave and Jaro wasn’t about to say a word. He merely lifted his steaming mug of caf up so he could get a decent whiff of the pleasant aroma. He’d drink eventually when it cooled more, but for now, he was content. He cracked an eye open and tried to hide the fond yet exasperated smile that took up residence on his face.

His Padawan was missing.

There was a crash from the mess hall. The sense of glee only intensified with a mild twist of anxiety mixed in. His Iron Battalion was up to mischief and he had a feeling their young Commander was in the thick of it.

“Sir,” Striker said softly before setting down the datapad he had been working on. Jaro opened both his eyes and fixed his Commander with his full attention. “I have a few requisition forms that need to be signed off on.” They had been working peacefully in Jaro’s office. Well, Striker had been working after ordering Jaro to finally relax some. The last battle had been taxing on all of them. Jaro planned on only relaxing until his cup of caf was empty and then he’d trick Striker into getting involved with whatever was happening in the mess. The extremely competent clone was either extremely good at shielding himself or he honestly wasn’t exhausted. None of the clones on the ship felt exhausted despite the battle not that long ago.

A louder clattering noise caused them both to be still. Striker finally moved with an exaggerated sigh. “Excuse me, Sir, I think I need to go make sure no one killed themselves.” Before Jaro could state everything felt fine, well, Striker was out of the room. He glanced down at his now closer to tepid caf before chuckling. It was about time he finished his drink and then went to see what mischief was happening on his ship. He downed the caf like a shot of something much stronger before moving to follow after Striker. It was in the doorway to the mess hall that he froze in surprise. None of the tables or benches were where he remembered them, which was impressive because he was positive they had all been bolted down. He cast his gaze about and noticed the various tools. Ah, how determined his men were. Always resourceful and always finding solutions, no matter the situation. He stepped further into the room, hands clasped behind his back, and schooled his face into a serious mask.

“Padawan,” he called out. Faint laughter erupted from various dark corners of the room and then a tuffet of red popped up over the top of what Jaro could only describe as a makeshift fortress. Then, to his actual surprise, a sphere-like object went sailing across the whole space and Cal ducked back into safety just before it hit. Bright yellow exploded across the table wall. Oh, this was both bad and amusing. They were having a paint war. He hadn't the faintest idea where they had managed to get balloons and he wasn't going to ask.

“Hey, we didn’t start yet,” came the disgruntled cry of a young voice. His Padawan was leaking brilliant delight across their bond so he knew the boy wasn't actually upset.

“All’s fair in war, Cadet,” someone yelled from the other side of the room. Dice, if Jaro had to guess.

Jaro cleared his throat and the atmosphere of the room chilled a fraction. “I believe I have quite a bit of paperwork to do. It should take me at least two hours.” The chill warmed before morphing into that delightful mischievous glee. The mess hall would probably take a week to clean after their game was over, but… did they not deserve some fun? “Carry on.” He turned, stepped out of the room, and behind him heard the faint whistle of a projectile sailing across the large room. Laughter erupted. Jaro smiled softly while he let his feet lead him back to his office. Perhaps someone would be wise enough to take a holo of this? It was rare to see Cal relax so and it would do the youngling some good.

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ironhoshi · 2 years

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you asked for prompts... well here is is tired-me's prompt: pillow(s)! or blanket fort, up to you what you wanna do with the pillows

Pillows! Pls enjoy some antics of time traveling gremlin children. This fits in "They Don't Care About Us."

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There were always casualties during war, that was the law of the galaxy. No matter how hard each side tried to fight without them, something was always lost. Boba stared at the latest causality and couldn't help wondering just how extreme the fallout would be. Pillow down covered nearly every surface, a blatant sign of the fierce war that had just taken place. Anakin looked horrified, Striker was trying not to laugh, and Cal was practically doubled over in his mirth.

They were all karked.

BD let out a low whistle in warning. He tensed at the sound of footsteps outside the door, warning far too late. They were caught, but the question was by who...

"Boba, I need you and-" Jango glanced up from his datapad and froze. Calculating eyes took in the destroyed common space before settling on each of them for a few seconds. He could feel the judgement. His fingers twisted in the corpse of the pillow he was holding, its innards spewed over Anakin. Feathers stuck up from hair on all of them, except Striker. Striker was still working on growing his hair out from the military regulation cut he had been sporting.

Boba was kind of jealous at the moment. Feathers were trapped in his curls and tickling the tops of his ears.

"We can explain," Ani began, clearly ready to act like an adult in the situation. Boba rolled his eyes while Striker and Cal both hid their faces behind some surviving pillows. This was going to be a real shipwreck.

"Oh? Can you?" Jango clicked the datapad off and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, you see what happened was this bird flew in here-" Boba groaned loudly before he could stop himself. Anakin was such an idiot! No way buir was going to believe that!

"Anakin," Jango said in a tone that called for silence.

"Sir," the padawan managed to croak out.

"Shut up."

Boba couldn't stop the bubble of laughter that escaped him. He slapped his hands over his mouth, pillow casing falling to the floor at his feet as he did so.

"We were working on tactics," Cal piped up from behind his pillow.

"I see." Jango's foot began to tap against the floor. A sort of muted echo ricocheted around the room. "And who suggested using the pillows?"

"Feemor, sir," Striker said easily enough. "He said it was prudent for this training."

Jango froze before a soft string of swears left his mouth. Boba got the feeling that Myles was about to get a nasty holocall from his Mand'alor. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from making a witty comment about swearing. They all already swore more than they should considering three of them were children again. He was positive Cal actually knew more swear words than buir.

"I'll deal with the jetii. You," Jango pointed at each of them, "are going to clean this up before Kenobi sees it. Do I make myself clear?"

"Lek." "Yes." They all sounded half ashamed and half amused. The punishment wasn't that bad.

"Oh, and Anakin? You get to go help the Wookies do bug control since you lied."

"But Jango-"

"No argument or I add more on. Don't test me."

Boba had to stifle a laugh at the series of complex emotions Anakin's face went through. He still wasn't the biggest fan of the di'kut, but this current version? Wasn't the worst.

#prompts #asks #cal kestis #boba fett #anakin skywalker #striker #jango fett #rip to the pillows #cc-2552 striker

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ironhoshi · 3 years

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They Don’t Care About Us chapter 31. (how did we get here?)

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ironhoshi · 3 years

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“He what?” Quin wasn’t sure if that outburst came from him or Feemor or both of them. A wave of shock seemed to buffet around the table for a mere second, exposing things to the Force. They both reined in their emotions quickly, but Mace raised a disapproving eyebrow.

“Calm yourselves. I know both of you have better control than that.” That smug bastard was smirking just a fraction! Mace was enjoying their shock and lack of control and would most likely bring it up later. Quin glowered as best he could and hoped that the caf went tepid soon. “There is a very unique reason for this, but now that I have your attention-” Mace set the cup down and launched into one of the strangest stories he had ever heard. Every time he or Feemor tried to interrupt Mace merely stared them down until they let him continue. Needless to say, it probably took three times as long to tell the story thanks to their behavior. Quinlan didn’t regret a thing. Each frustrated sigh was a small victory.

“So Obi-Wan managed to somehow find a clone army and proceeded to marry the template for said clones...to protect them all? Because some time traveling kids told him to, is that what you are saying? Oh, and the head of the Republic is corrupt.” Feemor sounded bemused, but not untrusting.

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ironhoshi · 3 years

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His thoughts bounced back to the echo. It had felt like several of those people had been padawans to that one person-

“Kenobi.”

“Ah, my apologies. Nothing is wrong per se,” he finally answered. “Things are merely more complicated.” He caught the way Jango’s lips twisted into a mockery of a smile. His remark was, they both knew, an understatement.

“What exactly happened?” Jango seemed to battle with something before finally moving to sit down next to him. Obi-Wan couldn’t quite hide the way he rolled his eyes. Force, they were married, there was no reason to act so strangely about sitting next to each other. A thigh pressed against his, a form of offering comfort. That bit was surprising after the previous behavior. At some point, they really were going to need to talk about their marriage, but now was not the time.

No, he needed to talk about what had happened all thanks to that vase.

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ironhoshi · 3 years

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“I’m not at liberty to say,” Mace said carefully. Message received. The Jedi Master didn’t feel comfortable talking about it here. That meant this was a whole pile of seriousness, more than he had originally thought. “However, I am sure you are aware he has been away from the Temple for quite a time. He managed to take an Initiate with him that needs your unique brand of help.”

Oh? Quinlan found himself smirking just a fraction. Unique brand, huh? This was already shaping up to be extremely interesting. Also, maybe not quite as serious? It was hard to get a read on the Council Member. Mace was painfully stoic. He tried asking a few more questions and got annoyingly vague answers for the most part. It wasn’t long after that he found himself packing a duffel bag full of things for an undetermined amount of time trip. He knew from his questions that it was a small group of Jedi going to wherever. Some of the Shadows were taking single-person ships, but he was stuck traveling with Mace. Shaak had wished him luck with a faint smile in the hangar. She, luckily, got to travel on her own. She was going to a different set of coordinates first and then would supposedly be meeting up with them at the final locale. That meant she was free of the nonstop judgment of Mace Windu. Now, that he knew, was the life. (Of course, he knew Shaak didn't go out of her way to annoy Mace so she wouldn't have suffered anyway.)

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ironhoshi · 3 years

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Boba glared at him and didn’t think twice about lobbing a piece of fruit at his vod. The result, to no one’s surprise, was a quick tussle. They at least remembered to move so Cal could keep eating his stinky cheese. An elbow got Boba in the side and he returned the favor with a knee to Striker’s hip. They weren’t actively looking to hurt each other, they were just blowing off steam. None of them were really saying it, but they all felt like they were at a standstill. Involving the adults meant that they couldn’t just run off and take out key players of the war. They had to make valid arguments, they had to make sure their vode were safe, they had to make sure they were protecting their parents.

Striker got him around the middle and his back collided with a crate. The whole thing jostled and then he heard the faint wobbling sound. Both of them twisted their heads to look up at the object that was sitting on top of the crate. The vase started to teeter harder and Boba tensed in preparation for the crashing sound that would soon follow. He just knew it was going to explode against the wood slats-

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ironhoshi · 3 years

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Boba vanished from the couch, curls the last thing he saw. Jango raised an eyebrow in question. It seemed they were on the move. Striker gave him a proper salute just before Cal also vanished from the couch. A faint sense of unease started to rise in his chest. Well, maybe they’d save their explosions for later? He was fond of this small apartment. And then Striker vanished as well.

Silent little terrors, all of them. His lips twitched before he forced himself not to smile in pride.

"Wait-" Anakin said after a moment. "Where did they go-" Kenobi's ad was a di'kut.

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ironhoshi · 3 years

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The cadet glanced towards Boba, no Cal he realized, and seemed to be waiting for something. Cal froze with the spork in his mouth, and then, finally signed a crude version of permission granted. Boba nodded along with whatever their plan was.

"Sir," the cadet stabbed his spork into the remainder of his pudding. "I can debrief you since my Commander has given permission-"

"Just tell us if you are a karking time traveler or not!" Jango was getting a little annoyed with how proper the kid was acting. His outburst had both Boba and Cal coughing into their pudding. Kenobi just reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose while a sigh escaped him.

"Striker," Cal whispered loudly.

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ironhoshi · 3 years

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5. “This is not who you are. I know you better than that.” for the ship of your choice? Go wild!

But...what if I didn’t a do a ship? What if I put extra hurt and comfort on this?

I present some of our boys from the 13th Battalion!!! Striker & Dice. Hurt...and, uh, comfort below the cut.

Prompt list here.

...I am so sorry? Also, if the formatting is weird- blame tumblr.

It was like a morbid heartbeat. It raised in tempo, it crashed into a reverberating bass-like sound. Each wailing blast echoed through his entire body. Every pulse of noise let him know he had messed up. There was no coming back from this unless he tried everything possible. The flashing lights made the whole experience worse. Red slashed through coiling smoke.

Failed.

Mission failed.

The siren taunted him.

With a shaking arm, he raised his weapon to mirror the person across from him.

He knew the face across from him, he knew each burn mark etched into that flesh, but he felt like he didn’t know just who was standing in front of him.

There was a wrongness.

“Stand down,” the almost foreign voice bit out. Where was the voice of the brother he knew? Where were the normal cheerful undercurrents? What happened to the lilt that promised laughter? All he heard was mechanical. Lackluster. No empathy left inside.

“I can’t do that, vod.”

Could he do this?

Could he pull the trigger? He had already watched so many of his vode cut down with a weapon that had used to protect them. They had turned on the General and the General had turned on them.

Could he be the reason he lost one more vod?

Dice was between him and the only way off this doomed vessel. His Commander was already below, hopefully safe, but if he didn’t hurry…

“Traitors will be executed.”

They were cadets, huddled under a table. Bent cards with badly drawn symbols spread between them.

“I swear this is how they play it,” Dice whispered loudly. Striker felt his lips twitch into a smile before he picked up a card.

“I don’t know, looks like you just made up another game to cheat at.”

A sound of mock horror escaped his batchmate and the card was snatched from his fingers. “How could you say that?” There was no real anger behind that voice. Only laughter. “I swear I learned this from one of the Commanders-”

“Yeah, like they talk to us,” Striker said a bit sourer than he meant. Dice winced. “I mean, sure. I am glad they taught you.”

“This is not who you are. I know you better than that.” Dice’s eyes seemed to widen just a fraction before that uncaring look locked into place. “Vod-”

There was a hesitation, a shift in the gaze fixed on him. Striker threw himself to the left just as the blaster went off. The bolt sailed past him, clipping the top of his right ear. It was like a white fire had erupted on the side of his head. He didn’t falter as he lunged, springing up from the ground with one goal in mind. He brought his blaster up wide. Dice started to turn, aim his blaster for a second shot, and then the only sound that filled his ears was that of his weapon slamming into his vod’s head.

He caught Dice awkwardly as he crumbled like a house of sabacc cards.

“Sorry, sorry. We have to hurry.” Already he could hear more footsteps echoing down the hallway. Striker didn’t think, he just shoved Dice straight into the escape pod, following after him. He spun and slammed the butt of his blaster against the controls. The door slammed shut just as more of his vode poured into the room.

He could only save one.

”Look at this, kid,” Dice cried as he smacked a package down on the crate they were using as a table. The Little Commander looked up in confusion from the fruit he was eating. They were sharing a piece, or rather he was cutting off chunks and making sure the kid ate for once. Striker raised an eyebrow but didn’t make a move to interfere quite yet with whatever Dice was planning. He merely ate his own slice of fruit from the tip of his knife.

“Uh, what is it?” Cal licked some juice off the side of his hand before reaching a hand out towards the package. Striker moved quickly, grabbing his wrist gently. A sheepish look took up residence on Cal’s face. “I wasn’t-”

“Nice try, Sir.”

“Hey, it’s fine!” Dice yanked the package open with such force that it exploded. Glittering squares with designs etched into them. Shiny. “I learned a new game. Now, why don’t we all sit down and learn together?”

“Oh, so you can cheat again?” Cal asked and froze. Striker snorted in an attempt to stop the laugh that wanted to escape him.

“Sir,” Dice cried out like he was actually scandalized. “You’ve been spending too much time with Commander Striker!”

Their pod landed with what felt like an extra impact. Striker was pretty sure he could feel his brain actually bouncing inside his skull. The body strapped into the seat across from him groaned a deep sound that made him feel sympathy.

“Washappening?” Eyelids spasmed hard before Dice fully opened his eyes. They were slightly unfocused, and yet, there was actually a sign of the vod he knew. “How did I much drink?”

He had saved one.

“We’re okay, vod,” he promised. “I’m going to make this right.” With jerky motions, he freed himself from his own safety harness. Once free he worked at freeing Dice from his. The buckle took an extra yank and then his brother was crashing into his arms. A weight around his neck before he felt his vod trembling against him.

“I was going to shoot,” came the anguished words.

“I know, but I cheated. You taught me well.”

Dice let out a strangled laugh that shifted into a sob. “Yeah, vod, you finally got that stick out of your- I mean you finally learned to cheat. Took you long enough.”

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He hadn’t traveled back in time to force the Prime to accept him as family. Well, actually he hadn’t even planned to travel back in time at all. He had just been trying to protect Cal. His thoughts must have been loud because the Cadet shifted on the pillows to curl up against him. His gaze shifted from the blanket roof and towards the small Jedi.

“We’ll stop the purge, sir,” he whispered to the sleeping boy. “Somehow.”

The first real sign that he had managed to doze off came in the form of being rudely awakened. He jolted up, nearly getting Boba in the chin with his forehead in his haste, and stared at the now open bedroom door with wide eyes.

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"Galidraan? Obi-Wan, where in Sithspit did you hear that name?"

"From my new acquaintance, Jango Fett," the General said calmly. He was greeted with a long silence before Mace sighed like the weight of the galaxy was on his shoulders. Cal felt that sigh in his bones, but what he felt more was the way Boba was bleeding anguish.

"I...can send you some files along with the rest of the lesson modules you requested. It is not a proud moment, one I know should have been handled differently, but I'll let you read the reports." The Jedi Master shifted to hide his hands in his sleeves and Cal wondered faintly if he was nervous about something. He didn’t know Master Windu well, had thought the man intimidating as a youngling, but now all he saw someone who was just exhausted.

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