#clone commander bones

[purgetrooperfox]

born to barista in a 2020s hipster coffee shop, forced to fight in a galactic war

[open for higher res, individual pieces under the cut]

#dw he has spcontacts for under the helmet #sw oc #leocs #leo.draws #clone commander bones #anyway i was thinking bastra need a group of guys. so here is a guy #not the highest effort art i've ever done but. you know. no tags yw

[nhyhu]

a little comic i did for @pencildragons !

stuff under cut

^^^ without text, lineart, and sketches

basically obi wan left and went back to melidaan after the clone wars ended to essentially retire and cody and some of the 212th need to lay low for a while so they go and track down their former general. And they find him hands deep in dirt farming of all things, and theres this whole thing between cody and obi wan about how they fell out of the closeness they had when they were in war(theres a moon lit conversation that is in my head and not on paper I HAD IDEAS) and they miss each other, they really do, but they don't know how to function together without the war on their backs.

Now obi wan isn't only a farmer no no hes a busy boi, he also helps out at the local clinic/hospital because him having the force means it's easier to understand how people feel which means it's easier to diagnose the patients. So one day he's working and idk his neigbor or something knocks on his door, and the troopers that where living with obi wan are all like whos that, so cody goes and opens the door and it's just someone obi wan knows coming to ask him for some help, and that person is like who are you? so cody says he's a good friend of obi wan's and is visiting him, and that obi wan is at the clinic right now. The neighbor guy is like ok and goes to find obi wan.

And when the guy finds obi wan they go "obi wan i didn't know your boyfriend and his family is visiting" obi wan internally is going " boyfriend????" and obi wan goes along with it because it's a good cover for the clones. and when he gets back to his house he announces himself with "my dear im home" and he and cody bond via pretending to be a couple because it reminds them of having a mission. And with the whole fake couple thing they learn to be domestic with each other, and function together outside of a war setting.

Until the group of clones don't have to lay low anymore and they can go back to corusant. and both cody and obi wan are like, i should tell him i love him for real and they do and they live happily ever after :)

#codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #star wars #codywan fanart #tcw waxer #tcw boil #tcw wooley #tcw crys #clone oc bones #star wars fanart #obi wan kenobi fanart #i love bones as the 212th medic bc im also a st nerd and i love bones' personality and bones is a completely logical clone name too #my art

[spectral-musette]

belatedly, for the obitine week prompt “armor”:

I’m not sure if there’s canon (or legends content) about this, but I’m pretty sure somewhere in Mandalorian culture there should be rituals involved in taking off your lover/spouse/partner’s armor...

(ficlet under the cut, ~800 words)

           Satine stretched for her bedside table, searching in the darkness for her comm unit to check the time.

           The viewport, just visible through the sheer curtains shrouding the bed, showed the otherworldly glow of hyperspace, where there was neither morning nor night. She squinted at the screen and quickly dimmed it as soon as it lit.

           Sundari time was early morning yet, about an hour before she was usually up to check messages and make tea. Coruscant time was the small hours, which explained why Obi-Wan was still deeply asleep next to her.

           She indulged in a long look at him. He’d pushed aside the coverlet at some point. One hand rested against his bare chest, the other was stretched towards her. She wanted to brush soft kisses against his eyelids, his freckled nose, the swell of his lower lip.

           Instead, she pushed herself up, swinging her feet to the floor and kicking through the jumble of clothing until she found her chemise.

           It was an enticing garment, silken, slightly sheer, and elegantly draping. She felt her cheeks heat at little, both in slight embarrassment at her own calculated purpose in choosing it, and at the memory of the enthusiastic response it had elicited. In addition to its other attractions, it was quite comfortable, soft and just the right weight for the comfortable warmth of her bedchamber on the Coronet.

           She knelt on the floor, still sorting through the discarded garments. At the bottom of the heap, her fingers met a cold, hard surface, and she couldn’t help making a disdainful face as she extracted and studied the armor piece.

           She pushed aside her feelings of self consciousness and the little knot of strange, primal dread that always accompanied her performance of her version of this ritual, and she splayed her palm flat against Obi-Wan’s breastplate.

             Sacred plate that shields the heart of my beloved, remain whole and strong until the next time I unfasten you to show him my love.

             She bent and kissed it, then turned it a little toward the dimmed wall sconce to check for any stray traces of her lip rouge (though she expected it was long since smudged off her mouth) on the bright white surface.

           “Satine.”

           Obi-Wan’s voice startled her, and she fumbled the breastplate, dropping it onto her lap.

           He had rolled over onto his side, his expression quizzical and his hair adorably tousled, falling over his forehead in thick, heavy waves.

           Caught in the act, she heaved a sigh and reluctantly confessed. “It’s an old Mandalorian custom, blessing the armor of a loved one.”

           He smiled a little, affectionate and gentle, and sat up, holding out a hand to her.

           She set aside the armor and went to him, climbing back onto the bed and stretching out next to him, only the cool, delicate silk of the chemise between them.

           “Thank you,” he said gravely.

           “You don’t have to pretend to believe in it,” she chided. “I’m not sure I believe in it.”

           “But you do it,” he pointed out, smoothing her hair tenderly off her forehead.

           “Well, it’s worked so far,” she said, smiling a little as she traced a fingertip lightly through his chest hair. “At this point, it doesn’t feel right to risk it.”

           “Do you give this blessing every time we’re together?”

           “Every time you have the nerve to wear that awful armor when you come to me,” she retorted, quirking a smile at him.

           He ran a hand over his beard thoughtfully. “Is that how it’s meant to be done? In secret, while your loved one sleeps?”

           She shook her head. “Nothing about what I have been doing is really what should be done.”

           The armor should be beskar.

           The lover should be a Mandalorian warrior, and most certainly not a Jedi.

           And the blessing should be bestowed when the armor is removed, each piece set aside with reverence, not the impatient way she peels him out of his, like a hungry seabird with a shellfish. Though that last part, she would expect, tended to be often modified, knowing Mandalorians.

           “Now that I know, can we do it properly?” He sounded eager to please her.

           She shook her head, smiling at him fondly. “If you like, I would love you to be part of it,” she said. “But it can’t ever be quite proper, I’m afraid.”

           He took her hand, kissing her fingertips and giving her a melancholy smile, acknowledging the difference in creed that had always been an impediment to their attempts to be part of each other’s lives.

           “My ancestors will never forgive me. Not when you wear that plastoid rubbish you choose to call armor.”

           He laughed, pulling her into a long kiss.

#Obi Wan Kenobi #Satine Kryze #Obi Wan/Satine #obitine #obitine week 2022 #Star Wars art #my art #pencil sketches #I wrote a thing #okay I thought that clone/jedi commander armor was made of plastisteel but turns out it's called plastoid #possibly I've gotten this wrong in the past lol #sometimes I just let my heart guide me on the Star Wars lingo because I've been cosuming EU content for so long it's generally in my bones #but apparently my heart is wrong sometimes

[star-wars-writing]

In Sickness and in health

Story written for the @codywanbingo @swfandomevents

the prompt I used: Nursing back to health.

Now the story:

In the heart of Coruscant, as the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, the Jedi Temple stood majestic and serene. Its towering spires, once silent witnesses to the echoes of war, now basked in the light of a peaceful era. The galaxy, having weathered the storms of the Clone Wars, embraced a newfound tranquility, a hard-earned reprieve from years of conflict.

Within the Temple's venerable walls, the air hummed with a gentle, almost musical calm. The hallways, adorned with ancient Jedi artifacts and symbols of the Force, resonated with a quiet, harmonious energy. This was a time of healing, of rebuilding, a time when the Jedi Order, the guardians of peace and justice, turned their focus inward, nurturing the delicate balance they had fought so fiercely to restore.

The integration of the clones, the brave soldiers of the Republic, into the daily life of the Temple marked a poignant shift in the Order's history. These warriors, once defined by their roles in the grand theater of war, now walked the peaceful corridors as brothers and sisters in arms. Some had chosen to accompany the Jedi they had served alongside during the tumultuous days of battle, their bonds forged in the crucible of war now evolving into deep, enduring friendships. Others explored new paths within the Jedi Corps, lending their unique skills and perspectives to various roles - from Temple guards to instructors for the younglings, each finding their place in this new chapter of the Order's legacy.

In the Council Chamber, high above the sprawling city, the Jedi Masters convened, their presence a tapestry of the Order's wisdom and strength. Among them sat Obi-Wan Kenobi, a figure of quiet dignity and thoughtful resolve. His eyes, carrying the depth of experience and the gentle touch of empathy, reflected the morning light that streamed through the tall windows.

Beside him, the esteemed members of the Council, each a pillar of the Jedi philosophy, engaged in thoughtful discourse. Master Plo Koon, his keen insight as profound as the depths of his Kel Dor heritage; Mace Windu, his presence commanding yet tempered with a deep understanding of the Force; Kit Fisto, his Nautolan grace and jovial nature a reminder of the diversity within the Order.

Together, they discussed the future, contemplating the path the Jedi would tread in this era of peace. The conversations were reflective, considering not just the protection of the galaxy, but the growth of the Order, the nurturing of young Padawans, and the exploration of the deeper mysteries of the Force.

Obi-Wan listened, his thoughts often drifting to the wider implications of their decisions, the impact on the countless lives across the galaxy. Yet, part of his mind lingered elsewhere, on a presence that had become a cornerstone of his own life - Commander Cody.

Cody, who had stood by him through the darkest hours of the war, had become more than a comrade. In this new era, where the rigid doctrines of the past were being reevaluated, their friendship had blossomed into something deeper, a connection that transcended the usual boundaries of Jedi detachment.

As the Council meeting drew to a close, Obi-Wan's thoughts were with Cody, anticipating the quiet moments they would share, away from the responsibilities of the Council and the weight of their past.

In the serenity of the Jedi Temple, amidst the timeless halls echoing with the wisdom of the ages, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody had crafted a life together, a testament to the enduring peace they had both fought valiantly for. Their shared quarters, a harmonious blend of the Jedi's contemplative simplicity and the soldier's pragmatic touch, stood as a sanctuary where titles and ranks were left at the door.

Cody's transition from the battlefields to the tranquil corridors of the Temple was marked by a profound shift in his role. Alongside his brother Rex, he had taken on the responsibility of instructing not just the young Padawans but also the cadets freshly arrived from Kamino. These young recruits, the next generation of those who once formed the backbone of the Republic's army, were now being raised and educated within the Temple's nurturing environment.

The presence of these cadets within the Temple's walls was a new concept, one that symbolized the evolving nature of the Jedi Order in this era of peace. Cody, with his firsthand experience of the Clone Wars and his natural leadership abilities, was a pivotal figure in this integration. He brought to these young minds a blend of tactical knowledge and life lessons, instilling in them values of loyalty, courage, and integrity.

For the Padawans and cadets alike, Cody and Rex were living links to their heritage, figures who embodied the history they had only read about in their studies. Their teachings were practical, often taking place in the training grounds where simulated exercises and real-world scenarios brought to life the principles of strategy and teamwork.

Obi-Wan, in this new chapter of his life, found solace and fulfillment in the quiet joys of domesticity shared with Cody. The burdens of war, which had once weighed heavily upon his shoulders, seemed to lift in the comfort of their companionship. Their evenings were often spent in quiet conversation, sometimes joined by Rex when his duties with Ahsoka allowed. These moments, filled with laughter and shared memories, were a stark contrast to the solitude of the Jedi Masters' usual existence.

The couple's bond was a subtle dance of understanding and respect, visible in their shared glances during council meetings, or in the way Obi-Wan's hand would find Cody's as they walked through the Temple gardens. Their relationship was a silent declaration of the changes that had come to pass, of a world where the lines that once divided Jedi and clone had blurred into irrelevance.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows through the corridors of the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan Kenobi returned to the quarters he shared with Cody, his thoughts still echoing with the day's council deliberations. Pushing open the door, he expected to find Cody, perhaps reading or preparing their evening meal, the usual domestic routines that had become cherished pillars of their life together.

Instead, he was met with an unusual silence, a stillness that prickled his senses with unease. The room was dimly lit, the only light emanating from the small lamp on the side table. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dimness, and he saw Cody lying on the couch, his body wrapped in a blanket, shivering despite the warm temperature of the room.

"Cody?" Obi-Wan's voice was tinged with concern as he approached. The sight before him was disconcerting; Cody, always the embodiment of strength and resilience, now appeared vulnerable, his usually stoic demeanor replaced by a visible discomfort.

As Obi-Wan neared, he reached out with the Force, instinctively seeking to understand Cody's condition. What he felt through their bond startled him — a tangible sense of misery and physical malaise emanating from Cody. It was unusual, for Cody had always possessed strong mental shields, a necessity forged in the crucible of war.

"Cody, what's wrong?" Obi-Wan asked, kneeling beside the couch, his hand gently resting on Cody's forehead. It was burning hot to the touch, a clear indicator of fever.

"Just a bit under the weather, I guess," Cody replied weakly, attempting a reassuring smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. His voice was hoarse, each word seemingly an effort.

Obi-Wan's brow furrowed in concern. Cody's attempt to downplay his condition was typical of his stoic nature, but the Force did not lie. The tremors that ran through Cody's body, the pallor of his skin, and the strained look in his eyes spoke volumes.

"Let me get you to the medbay," Obi-Wan suggested, already calculating the fastest way to get medical help.

"No, no... I'll be fine here. Just need to rest," Cody insisted, his words punctuated by a fit of coughing that seemed to rack his entire body.

Obi-Wan hesitated, torn between Cody's wishes and his own concern for Cody's well-being. He knew the importance of respecting Cody's autonomy, yet the alarm bells ringing in his Jedi instincts urged him to act.

"Cody, you're burning up. This is more than just a minor ailment," Obi-Wan pressed, his voice laced with worry. He placed a gentle hand on Cody's shoulder, feeling the tension coiled within.

Cody looked up at Obi-Wan, his eyes conveying a mix of gratitude and stubborn resolve. "I don't want to cause a fuss, Obi-Wan. I've been through worse," he said, trying to muster a semblance of his usual strength.

Obi-Wan sighed softly, reading the underlying fear in Cody's gaze — the fear of vulnerability, of being a burden. He understood then that what Cody needed most was not the sterile environment of the medbay, but the comfort and reassurance of their home, of his presence.

"All right," Obi-Wan conceded, his decision made. "But I'm here for you, every step of the way. You're not alone in this, Cody."

As he settled beside Cody, offering his warmth and the gentle, healing touch of the Force. 

With gentle yet firm movements, Obi-Wan helped Cody into their bed, arranging the pillows to prop him up comfortably. Cody, whose pride often made him reluctant to show weakness, acquiesced with a tired sigh, the lines of discomfort etched on his face. He lay there, a stark contrast to his usual robust self, his breathing shallow and labored.

Obi-Wan's gaze lingered on Cody, a storm of emotions swirling within him. Concern was at the forefront, mixed with a sense of helplessness that was foreign to the seasoned Jedi. He knew he needed to act, to do more than what his limited medical knowledge allowed.

Stepping away from the bedside, he moved to the corner of the room where a small communicator rested. As he reached out to activate it, he was acutely aware of the contradiction in his actions. He, who had always preached self-reliance and the Jedi's philosophy of detachment, now found himself grappling with the overwhelming urge to protect and care for Cody. It was a humbling realization, a testament to the depth of his feelings.

The communicator flickered to life, and soon, Bones' familiar face appeared on the screen. The medic, who had served with them during the war and was now working under Master Vokara Che in the Temple's healing halls, was a sight for sore eyes.

"Bones, I need your help," Obi-Wan began, his voice betraying his underlying anxiety.

"Obi-Wan? What's wrong?" Bones' expression shifted from surprise to concern. He had always been perceptive, able to read the unspoken distress in others, a skill honed on the battlefields.

"It's Cody. He's fallen ill, and it's beyond my ability to treat," Obi-Wan explained, his eyes flickering back to where Cody lay. "I wouldn't ask if it weren't serious."

"Say no more, General. I'll be right there," Bones replied promptly, his use of Obi-Wan's wartime title reflecting the gravity of the situation.

As Obi-Wan ended the call, he felt a twinge of guilt for his hypocrisy. He knew, deep down, that if their roles were reversed, he would have insisted on Cody not fussing over him. Yet here he was, doing exactly that. It was a contradiction he was willing to accept, his concern for Cody outweighing his own principles.

Returning to Cody's side, Obi-Wan took his hand, offering a silent stream of comfort through their touch. Cody's eyes fluttered open, meeting Obi-Wan's gaze with a mixture of gratitude and mild reproach.

"You didn't have to call anyone, Obi-Wan. I'll be fine," Cody murmured, his voice a shadow of its usual firmness.

Obi-Wan offered a small, rueful smile. "I know you're strong, Cody. But sometimes, even the strongest among us need help. Bones will know what to do."

Cody's gaze softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. He knew arguing was futile; Obi-Wan's concern was as stubborn as it was endearing.

As the stillness of the room enveloped them, Obi-Wan stood, his movements quiet and deliberate. He moved to the fresher, retrieving a flannel. Soaking it in cold water, he wrung it out carefully, his mind a tempest of thoughts and worries. Returning to Cody's side, he gently placed the damp cloth on Cody's forehead. The coolness of the flannel was a small comfort, but Obi-Wan hoped it would bring some relief to the fever that had taken hold of Cody's strong body.

The clones, engineered for strength and resilience, were not often felled by illness. Their robust constitutions were one of the many marvels of their creation, a testament to the ingenuity that had birthed them. This reality only deepened Obi-Wan's concern. Illness in someone as inherently robust as Cody was rare, and it unsettled him more than he cared to admit.

Cody, sensing Obi-Wan's unease, managed a weak smile. "Always the caretaker, huh, Obi-Wan?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Obi-Wan returned the smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes, clouded as they were with worry. "Someone has to look after you, Commander," he replied softly, his hand brushing back a strand of hair from Cody's sweat-dampened forehead.

"You know, I'm not used to being on this side of things," Cody said, his gaze drifting towards the ceiling. "Always thought I'd be the last one standing."

Obi-Wan's heart clenched at the words, a poignant reminder of the countless battles they had faced together, where the fragility of life had been all too apparent. "We've both seen enough to know life has its own plans, Cody. But you're not alone in this fight," he assured him, his voice firm with conviction.

Cody's eyes met Obi-Wan's, and in them, Obi-Wan saw a mixture of gratitude and a trace of the soldier's innate fear of being seen as weak. "I never thought I'd be glad to be wrong," Cody admitted, the ghost of his usual humor flickering in his eyes.

The sound of the door chime sliced through the stillness of the quarters, heralding Bones' arrival. Obi-Wan stood, a mix of apprehension and relief stirring within him. As the door slid open, Bones stepped in, carrying the air of seasoned professionalism tempered with an underlying current of concern, a medical bag in his grip.

"General Kenobi, Commander Cody," Bones greeted, his eyes swiftly appraising Cody's condition from the doorway. "I hear we're having a bit of a medical evasion again?"

Cody, despite his evident discomfort, managed a weak smirk. "Old habits, Bones."

Bones approached the bed, his movements efficient but not without a gentle touch. He began checking Cody's vitals, his practiced hands betraying no hint of the frustration they had often felt during the war, chasing after these two whenever they evaded medical check-ups after battles.

Obi-Wan watched silently, the memories of those hectic days flooding back. Both he and Cody had been notorious for avoiding the medbay, often needing to be dragged there by Bones for treatment. It was a trait born out of necessity and stubbornness, a soldier's and a Jedi's shared disdain for showing weakness.

Cody, trying to sit up, winced slightly. "I'm fine, really. It's just a small fever," he insisted, echoing the many times he had downplayed his injuries in the past.

Bones, unfazed by Cody's protest, gently but firmly pushed him back down. "Commander, you might have evaded me on the battlefield, but in here, I call the shots. Let's not make this a battle, shall we?"

Cody relented, albeit reluctantly, settling back against the pillows. Obi-Wan could sense the internal struggle within Cody, the ingrained soldier's instinct to never appear vulnerable, to always be battle-ready.

After a thorough examination, Bones straightened up, his expression relaxing. "It's the flu, nothing more. It's been going around the Temple. Even with your engineered resilience, you're not immune to everything, Commander."

The tension that had held Obi-Wan in its grip began to ease. "Just rest and care, then?" he asked, needing to hear the course of action.

"Exactly that. Rest, fluids, and some TLC," Bones confirmed, preparing to leave the necessary medications on the bedside table. "He'll be back on his feet in no time."

As Bones made his way out, he turned back with a knowing look. "And no sneaking out, either of you. I know your tricks."

Once alone again, Obi-Wan settled beside Cody, a small smile playing on his lips at the familiar banter. "Seems we can't fool Bones," he said.

Cody chuckled weakly. "Never could."

Obi-Wan's gaze softened as he looked at Cody, this man who had been his comrade in arms and was now his partner in life. "I'll take care of you, Cody. Just like I promised."

Cody's eyes met Obi-Wan's, a depth of trust and affection shining in them. "I know," he whispered, his hand finding Obi-Wan's.

In the quiet of their room, as the evening deepened around them, Obi-Wan held Cody's hand, a silent guardian in the stillness of the night. The Force hummed softly around them, a comforting reminder that in this moment, all was as it should be.

As night enveloped the Temple, a cloak of silence settled over the quarters shared by Obi-Wan and Cody. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows across the room, creating an island of calm in the vastness of Coruscant’s nighttime tapestry. Throughout the night, Obi-Wan remained vigilantly at Cody's side, his concern etched in the lines of his face, illuminated by the dim light.

Every so often, Obi-Wan would rise, his movements a quiet dance of care and concern. He would refresh the flannel on Cody's forehead, the cool cloth a small but significant comfort against the fever's relentless heat. Each time, he watched Cody's face for any sign of relief, any hint that the fever might be breaking.

Cody, caught in the grip of the flu, shifted restlessly under the sheets. At times, he shivered uncontrollably, his body fighting the invisible battle against the illness. Then, moments later, he would throw off the covers, the fever spiking to the point where even the light fabric was too much.

During one of these restless moments, Cody’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Obi-Wan’s gaze. "Obi-Wan, you should go, stay with ashoka or with Rex ... I don’t want you getting sick because of me," he murmured, his voice tinged with worry.

Obi-Wan offered a gentle, reassuring smile, his hand finding Cody's in the darkness. "I'm exactly where I need to be, Cody. I won't leave your side."

"But the Council, your duties..." Cody’s words trailed off, a frown of concern creasing his brow.

"The Council will understand. You are my priority now," Obi-Wan replied softly, his voice resolute. The Force flowed around them, a soothing presence that comforted Obi-Wan as much as it did Cody.

Cody, too weak to argue further, simply nodded, his eyes closing once again as he succumbed to the exhaustion wrought by the illness. Obi-Wan watched over him, a silent sentinel in the quiet room. His thoughts drifted to the countless battles they had faced, the many times they had each been the other's protector. Now, in this battle against illness, Obi-Wan found a different kind of strength – the strength to care, to nurture, to simply be there for the person who meant more to him than any title or duty.

Throughout the night, Obi-Wan continued his vigilant care. He soothed Cody’s fevered brow, whispered words of comfort, and held his hand, a steady presence in the face of uncertainty. The bond they shared, forged in the fires of war and solidified in the peace that followed, was a beacon of light in the darkness, a reminder that even in vulnerability, there was strength.

As the first light of dawn crept through the window, casting a soft, diffused glow into the room, a sense of relief slowly began to unfurl within Obi-Wan. The long night had passed, each hour marked by his unwavering vigil beside Cody. Now, with the new day, came a welcome change – the fever that had gripped Cody so fiercely seemed to have finally broken.

Cody, his face still pale but no longer flushed with the heat of illness, stirred weakly under the sheets. Obi-Wan, who had dozed off in the chair beside the bed, awoke at the slightest movement. His eyes, heavy with the remnants of a sleepless night, focused on Cody with a mix of concern and hope.

"How are you feeling?" Obi-Wan asked, his voice soft, the worry of the night still lingering in its timbre.

"Better," Cody rasped, his voice a shadow of its usual strength. "The fever's gone, I think."

Obi-Wan's hand found Cody's forehead, confirming the absence of the feverish heat that had been so persistent. A sigh of relief escaped him, the tension that had coiled in his chest easing at last. "That's good to hear. Very good."

Cody attempted to sit up, his movements sluggish, the ordeal of the past night having taken its toll. Obi-Wan was immediately at his side, offering a supporting arm. "Let's take it slow," he cautioned, his eyes scanning Cody for any sign of lingering weakness.

With Obi-Wan's help, Cody swung his legs over the side of the bed, pausing for a moment to gather his strength. The simple act of sitting up left him breathless, a stark reminder of the flu's impact on his normally robust physique.

"I think I can manage a shower," Cody said, determination edging his voice. It was a small milestone, a step towards reclaiming his strength and independence.

"Alright, but I'm right here if you need me," Obi-Wan assured him, his tone leaving no room for argument. He helped Cody to his feet, keeping a firm but gentle grip on his arm. Together, they made their way to the refresher, Obi-Wan's support unwavering with every step.

In the refresher, Obi-Wan steadied Cody as he undressed, his movements careful and mindful of Cody's weakened state. The steam from the warm shower filled the small space, a comforting embrace against the morning chill.

As Cody stepped into the shower, leaning heavily against the wall for support, Obi-Wan remained just outside, ready to assist if needed. The sound of the water was a soothing backdrop to their quiet morning, a symbol of renewal and recovery.

A few days had passed since Cody's bout with the flu, days that had slowly returned a sense of normalcy to their quarters. Cody, now mostly recovered, moved around the kitchen with a renewed vigor, the clatter of pots and the aroma of cooking filling the space with warmth.

As he stirred the simmering pot on the stove, he glanced towards the door, anticipating Obi-Wan's return from the Council meeting. The sound of the door sliding open drew his attention, and he turned, a greeting ready on his lips.

The words died away, however, as he saw Obi-Wan step inside, a noticeable pallor on his face. His steps were heavy, weighed down by an unusual fatigue, and a sheen of sweat glistened on his brow. The Jedi Master's cough, rough and persistent, echoed in the otherwise quiet room.

"Obi-Wan?" Cody's voice was laced with concern as he moved towards him, setting aside the wooden spoon.

Obi-Wan managed a weak smile, an attempt to dispel Cody's worry. "It's nothing, just a bit of a cough," he said, though the effort of speaking seemed to take a toll on him.

Cody raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth turning up in a wry smile despite his concern. "Looks like you should have listened to me and stayed with Rex. Now you've got the flu too."

"I didn't want to leave you alone," Obi-Wan replied, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned against the wall for support.

Cody's expression softened, the teasing tone giving way to one of affectionate concern. "Stubborn Jedi," he murmured, helping Obi-Wan to sit down at the table. "Let me take care of you now."

As Obi-Wan settled into the chair, his body surrendering to the fatigue, he looked up at Cody, his blue eyes conveying a mix of gratitude and apology. "I suppose I'm not the best patient," he admitted, a hint of ruefulness in his voice.

"You're the worst," Cody agreed, but the fondness in his voice belied his words. He fetched a glass of water, placing it gently in front of Obi-Wan. "But I've got you, just like you had me."

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Quick little dooble because I am not immune to a floppy tooka or a DTIYS 🥰🥰 I love Noodle the tooka with my whole entire heart

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[one-real-imonkey]

Thinking about the guard experiencing a warm shower for the first time.

On Kamino they had sonics. On Coruscant they don’t even have that, just low pressure cold water showers that are at best cool and at worst freezing. They’re used to showering quickly and finding ways to warm up afterwards. Used to shivering. Used to it icing up on them in the artificial winter.

They know the senators get hot showers, hot baths, water where the steam curls up and fogs up the mirrors and windows. They’ve stood guard as their visors have fogged and the warmth has seeped in and become too much, but that’s a luxury for natborns. Not even their commanders get heated water.

But then, maybe on a mission with the GAR, maybe because the war is over, they get a warm shower. Not even hot just warm. The water is beautiful and a good pressure rather than the leaky cold drip they’re used to. It’s new and makes their skin red and it feels like heaven. They never want to get out.

#this might show up in to the bone #it really might #star wars #Coruscant guard #Corrie guard #commander fox #tales of the Corrie guard #my corrie guard au #clone wars #Star Wars headcanon #galactic senate #Coruscant guard headcanon #Corrie guard headcanon

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Silly Headcanon: Unruly Clone brothers get Held to keep them out of trouble/discipline them by their commanding officers. Older the CO = longer they can hold a troublemaker.

What I cannot do: Draw people or clothing/armor.

What I can do: Depict silly, lighthearted idea as meme.

*C.O. can be substituted for any ("big") brother really.

#frosts fandom freakouts #star wars #here have a meme #silly ideas #tcw headcanons #new little brother constantly getting into trouble? put him in air jail. problem solved. 🤙 #Hunter's too short to put (some of) his bros in Air Jail so he has to come up with his own system #sometimes clones want Air Jail just for fun #something tells me Anakin got put in Air Jail once by Cody and and Obi Wan wanted to laugh so badly he nearly passed out #if you're difficult for the medic while he tries to set your broken bones after you punched a droid he puts you in Air Jail #if you annoy your commander too much you get put in Air Jail #even when you're wearing your full armor kit #no it doesn't matter if you're not a shiny anymore either #son idgaf if you're an ARC trooper you're going to Air Jail for giving me a heart attack #Hardcase loves Air Jail time

[clonememesfrikyeah]

Some clone oc concepts for y’all:

A clone with a fondness for botany is deployed on a jungle planet whey they come across a rare species of plant and they save it and present it to some sort of official because the plant contains the cure for some disease but the official was like mmmmm we gotta destroy that because if people have easy access to a cure then that won’t spend money on treatment and that will ruin my stocks, cue the clone running away with the plant and they tell their squad mates about it and they cover for him while he escapes off world with the plant and deserts and starts cultivating it until he has a ton of it and secretly distributes the plant to pharmacists that actually want to make a cure

A clone who is really good friends with this older guy that runs a theater on Coriscant that welcomes clones and they meet up and talk whenever they can because the clone is just glad to have a friend they can talk to about their favorite movies and interests with and the old man is glad to have someone to talk to because his kids don’t come around any more and the clone is like the grand kid he never got to have, near the end of the war the old man passed and he left the clone this old space drive in theater on some outer rim planet that he used to run in his youth but then he had kids and had to move because of all the conflicts and it was abandoned, he couldn’t leave the theater on Coriscant to the clone because he had already promised it to his eldest, but then the Order hit and the clone wanted out with a few of his squad mates so they went the only place they had and ended up fixing the place up and running it

Clones that sneak off to god knows where at unholy hours and their CO’s are suspicious that their doing nefarious activities and follow them only to find out their just playing DND with their friends

Clone who played space hockey at the local community center that was open to the gar and ends up making some friends and they form a team and there actually really good at playing and some corporate sports dude with money notices and he’s like hey you guys could make bank doing this with me, I can set you up with other teams for matches that people would pay money to see and you could make it big. And their like idk this team is made up of a republic clone, a middle aged IT guy with a lot of college debt, an elderly woman on parole for petty theft, a couple of Highschool brutes, a 10 year old with a thirst for blood, a bimbo, a non-binary with two toned dyed hair and a bag of crystals and Craig, but their like ehh we do need money let’s just try it and it goes alright for a while until the guy try’s to swindle, manipulate, divide and exploit them to which they respond by not working with him anymore and exposing him to his competitors and letting the 10yo bite the guys ankles, then they go on to win a big nationals game, get that bag, dip and go back to just playing for fun.

Clone that goes exploring and always has some sort of paranormal experience, every time without fail, it’s like a curse. In the woods? Their gonna see some weird shit up in the trees that ain’t normal. In an abandoned civi area in the middle of a war zone? Their gonna hear disembodied voices and see apparitions. Just chilling in the barracks? Shit moves on its own sometimes. They always wake up with dirt in their pockets even if they haven’t been in a planet in months and have really unsettling vivid dreams. Turns out they are little cursed in the way that ghosts are just attached to them and their actual the one who’s haunted.

Clone who has a dream of being the gar’s best electrician because they feel that the trades should be something that should be an option to learn on Kamino because they shouldn’t just rely on droids to fix those problems all the time, they can fail, get shut down with an EMP blast, and be generally unreliable. Besides, aren’t they supposed to be fighting droids? They should be putting their lives in the hands of droids every time they need to get a door open. Their very passionate about it.

Clone who is working on one of the galaxy’s hardest math problems as a pass time and actually solves it and the galactic sciences institute that I just made up is offering a reward to anyone who is smart enough to solve such equations and in their excitement they tell their brothers who tell other troopers who tell the occasional civi (because we all know gossip runs rampant in the gar) and soon the word is out someone solved an impossible equation and soon this clone has a bunch of bounty hunters on their tail who were hired by some math weirdo’s that have been trying to solve the equation for years and now want to steal their work and take credit for it and get the reward.

A clone who runs off to literally join the space circus and meets a lot of cool people and sees a lot of nice places and there’s a lot of shenanigans and adventures and they get to be the most extreme, freest version of themselves and they eat strictly fair food.

Clone who runs a mystery shack type of emporium in the barracks. Like their a first gen clone and they’ve seen a lot of stuff and been a lot of places and they like to collect weird stuff and they keep it all in their tack box and if you trade them something cool or useful they’ll let troopers look at all their weird stuff; like the picked space rat toes he found at the market and he thought that it sounded weird and they weren’t sure pickled feet of an animal no less a rat sounded particularly delicious to him but hey people eat it and it must good for the market to keep it in stock besides they’d only ever had frozen vegetables and nutrient paste all his life, the jar of chewed gum they’ve been filling since their shiny days, a keychain with half the writing scuffed off and it was left as a mystery as to what it says, a rare mislabeled munitions cartridge, some feathers, eggshells, leaves, dirt and other natural items they’d collected from planets they’d been to, a collection of cursed drawings they’d randomly had handed to them by other vod and his favorite one is the tooka with wings and a human face, a rare flavored nutrient packet that had been discontinued before the war started, a 24 sided rubix cube, a funny looking half melted space McDonald’s toy from the clone equivalent of the 90’s, a shard of a CD that is ancient technology from a time long passed, a bunch of zip ties that a couple of cloaked figures tried to give him by attacking them to his back armor but he couldn’t stick around and make friends because he had a meeting to get to, and a ton of other trinkets and treasures he’s found (and may or may not have accident or purposefully stole or gotten from many miscommunications)

Clone who is obsessed with art and color but is part of the Kamino guard and the bleak walls drive them crazy and they go out of their way to express themselves in every subtle rebellious way possible. It’s hardly ever noticeable except Nala Se absolutely notices but it’s so minute it would be petty to make a fuss about it but it pisses her off to me end.

A clone who is stationed on a remote outpost that functions as a lookout but nothing major ever happens and the planet is going through a drought and forest fires are starting to happen often and threaten the tower and the near by inhabitants and basically the clone becomes a fire tower look out for lack of anything better to do.

Clone who brews their own liquor by using a glass jug they found in a dumpster, a bunch of home made equipment, watching space YouTube videos and stolen yeast and fruit juice from the cafeteria. The brews are so strong that it’s like drinking straight Star fighter fuel and it’s related to how they got their name somehow.

Clone who was accidentally left behind on a temperate forest planet that’s not very populated and doesn’t use a lot of his tech and so they wandered miles to the nearest village to find supplies and maybe a communicator but there are no such long range devices within a 200 mile radius so they survive doing various jobs around the community in exchange for supplies and becomes a well liked, integrated part of the community and is known as the village handy person/muscle/problem solver and they take a likening to the arts and ends up setting down to become a local glass blowers apprentice.

Clone who invents and tinkers with things

Clones who write. They write fan fiction about their favorite holo films and radio shows, they write there own original works, they write comprehensive works about how life is in the gar, they right anonymous letters to senators in protest of the war, they get the vod who can draw to do illustrations for them, they start groups they talk about their writing with. Basically take what the creative part of the fandom is and and apply it to them.

Clones who find they have a natural talent for magic and mystic arts that aren’t of the force and in there search for what these powers are and what to do with them the fall down a rabbit hole in the archives covering lore, mythology, spells, and history all over the galaxy and start to notice something’s off and there’s something recurring or whatever you guys feel like but one thing leads to another and suddenly there caught up in a thousands of years old conflict between mystic forces that are invisible to the majority of the cosmos, and bonus plot twist it turns out there a rare kind of magic wielder, either the powerful kind or one that’s so rare there’s only ever been a couple other, or their capable of anti or reverse magic casting.

Clones who are mall rats, like when they get to Coriscant they break out the civi clothes they’ve salvaged from store dumpsters and just hang around stores, especially the ones that don’t allow clones inside out of spite, and they get cheap earrings from space Clare’s and get cinnamon sugar pretzels from the food court.

Clone who has died and their navigating the afterlife and this can be whatever anyone interprets the afterlife as, it can be like what mandalorians believe and everyone of mandalorian heritage goes to the same plane of existence to live in peace together, or it’s based on where they die and what deity’s control those areas that determines what afterlife they go to, or it’s universal and depending on if you were a good person or not determines where you end up, maybe the afterlife is like a never ending adventure that sometimes feels like a feared dream and it’s like a soul collective with everyone whose ever died there and it’s expanded across planets and reality’s and it’s very similar to how life was but also very different. Just do whatever you feel like for this one!

Alternatively to the prompt above, clone who dies and becomes the grim reapers apprentice.

Clone who makes there own clay by collecting it while deployed then processes it and using it to make air dried little figurines.

Clone who makes jewelry out of wiring and glass and scrap metal prices using the tiny mechanic tools out of the tool kit their bachmate has to fix fighters that they often don’t need.

Clone who accounts pulls a Narnia and falls into an alternate high fantasy like dimension and goes on a whole adventure to try and find a way back but ends up spending a whole lifetime there making friends and having a family and a whole alternate life and when their old they find the way back and when they get back it’s like nothing changed at all and their young again and in the middle of a war that has no meaning puppeteerd by an obviously corrupt government who is using them and their siblings as slaves and canon fodder and it took them living a whole alternate life of freedom in a different dimension to realize how absolutely FUCKED it all is so they stage a coup and fight for freedom with their new knowledge and skills while smuggling clones that would like to go to this alternate universe.

Clone who somehow ends up in a really weird town in the middle of nowhere. Like if you’ve ever listened to podcasts like Welcome to Night Vale, Death by Dying and Uncanny County or seen the tv shows Gravity Falls or Over the Garden Wall I’m talking that kind of weird. Paranormal weird, cryptide weird, Midwest gothic weird, weird core weird, small town weird and spooky weird all combine into the same type of weird weird. And they live a happy life there and suspect nothing is out of place there because they have no clue how to live a normal civilian life as a clone and just contribute to the weird as one does.

A 332nd trooper who is deployed to Mandalore to capture Maul and gets lost in the underground part of the city and encounters a mando who attacks them and they win the fight, but they have now unknowingly killed an old, outcasted mandalorian god that had been weakened from time and fading belief in them. And it’s a magical rule that if you kill a god you become that god and get their powers because I said so and yeah basically a clone that becomes a new mandalorian god and had to deal with the really crappy legacy the late god left them with because through a series of misadventures they find out that god wasn’t exactly well liked amongst most gods.

Clone who grows a secret moss walk in the barracks.

Clone who goes out for drinks while on leave and they get absolutely fucked up and they wake up the next day to find they accidentally got married to someone who was also at the bar and was equally wasted and they go out to talk about it because ummmm hey were married apparently but I don’t even know your name and they find out that their each nice people who have similar interests and actually might like each other but it’s not an ideal situation for a relationship but it’s beneficial to them because it might legally grant the clone citizenship if they took it to court and the other gets better taxes and benefits so they stay married for mutual friendship and legal benefits.

Clone who works at an antique shop on Coriscant when they have leave. Except the shop is filled with cursed, dangerous, mystical artifacts. (it’s a little like Warehouse 13 if you’ve ever seen that show)

Clone who raised a jar of space sea monkeys on a top bunk in the barracks.

Clone who becomes a line cook after the war is over and moves around to a lot of restaurant jobs and works their way up and eventually after many years of experience and hard work they become an executive chef and then go off to staff their own place.

Coriscant guard who has an above human average iq and works In investigations and specializes in forensics. (Their friends call them Sherlock but they’re more like Temperance Brendan from that show Bones).

Clone who has a pet ant farm but the aunts are space aunts and they spit acid.

Clones who are book/pdf file dealers and smugglers because the intel gar troops are allowed to have is highly regulated.

Clone who makes candles out of the wax they use to clean blasters with and puts them in space monster cans and they smell rancid when lit.

#clone ocs #tcw #the clone wars #star wars legends #Star Wars #the prequels #clone oc #Star Wars oc #original character #oc ideas #writing prompts #my post #clone wars 2003 #79’s #warehouse 13 #bones tv #Narnia #captain rex #commander cody #332nd company #anakin skywalker #ashoka tano #obi wan kenobi #commander fox #commander wolffe #Coriscant guard #wtnv #gravity falls #death by dying #uncanny county

[persimminwrites]

some sketches of the boys for wolfpack wednesday!!! (crescent is a oc wolfpack boy that i created for a story im writing)

#wolfpack wednesday #wolfpack #commander wolffe #clone trooper boost #clone trooper sinker #clone trooper comet #clone trooper crescent #<- he is but a boy #tcw fanart #tcw #star wars #min draws #i drew them based on the descriptions from the story im writing so wolffe's scar is a little bigger and comet has shoulder length hair #a borrowing of bones

[ilum-you-so-much]

I've been so in love with @glimmerglanger's fanfic series, "Sanguine" (Codywan with vampire Obi-Wan and not even THAT much of an AU!) and I adored the scene where it's a lovely morning on Coruscant and Bones is a horrible brother (affectionate).

In the fic "Shore Leave" where this is from they're actually both standing next to each other and there's no Guy Fieri's shirt behind Bones but this picture demanded all that. I'm sorry for making Bones look absolutely deranged here glimmer but tbh I'd be deranged too with everything Bones has to deal with. Needed a break from drawing Codywan kiss bingo but apparently not too big of a break still. I have a couple of other Bones-related works in mind but I'll do them after getting back on track with the bingo.

#commander cody #not my oc clone medic #clone medic bones #fan art of fan fic #vaguely linked to codywan #clone troopers

[purgetrooperfox]

propaganda (elevator pitches) ⬇️

Nocte (sw):

is CMO of the Coruscant Guard. fiercely loyal to the Guard. deeply wary of the senate, with very few exceptions. he's my oldest oc and probably the one y'all are most likely to have heard of. integrated into arcs with many of my friends' ocs/fics/whatnot <3 what else goes in his elevator pitch,,, known to take kids and younger clones under his wing, protective to a fault, low tolerance for nonsense. beat around the bush at your own peril. questionable bedside manner. manwhore tendencies. I love him, you love him. he's been transplanted into [checks list] cod, tlou, and bebop

Uj'alayi (sw):

is an ARC trooper, used to work with the Shadows then got brutally injured and had to transition to the CG. owes his life to Quinlan Vos and is disgruntled about it. guard dog coded. his bite is exponentially bigger than his bark. on the surface: quick to laugh, quick to joke, charismatic and personable without being overbearing. this may or may not be a mask he wears. will lay a beat down on just about anyone if they Cause Issues for Fox. in the relationship of all time with Lane Hurosa (another of my ocs)

Bones (sw):

is marshal commander of the 410th recon corps under Bastra Vargdan (another of my ocs). traits include: CQC specialist, confounded by the concept of the Force, at least partly responsible for getting a gambling ring going in the GAR (has a poke face like nobody's business). outside of working hours, he's laid back, easygoing. stark contrast between On-Duty Bones and Off-Duty Bones. encyclopedic knowledge of regs, but flexible adherence to them sometimes. big brained tactical strategist, ended up teaching Bastra a Lot about like. how to lead a corps

Bastra (sw):

my Jedi 👉👈 trained by Sifo-Dyas so dookudyas is very dad-coded to him. specialized as an Investigator, excels at undercover ops. also has quite a bit of integration into my friends' oc arcs and stuff <3 buddies with Obi-Wan, gets on pretty well with the TG and CG since he spends a chunk of his time on Coruscant. ummmm he takes a Padawan like 10ish years before the war, somewhere in that range. he's a goofy guy, real stiff and formal a lot of the time but it lets up around people he trusts. of course I know him, he's me etc etc. he's currently getting transplanted into cp2077

Lane (sw):

is a journalist on Coruscant. they spend a Lot of time in the senate district, very good at schmoozing. certified flatterer. charming, if you will. always asking one million questions that senators do Not want to answer, which results in bans from various spots around the city LOL honestly they're just neat idk what to tell you. they stay following risky leads and getting themself into binds. they're squinting very hard at the details of how the Republic acquired a clone army

Myn (sw):

is a smuggler in the early Rebellion era. also a relentless optimist, sees the very first scraps of resistance and buys in immediately. IF somehow Nocte’s alive at that point, Myn's the one who tries and probably fails to sell him on participating in the rebellion

Vio Selnes (sw):

owns and operates a 24h diner on Coruscant. this diner gets heavy business from clones leaving 79s. connections to the clones leads to scattered connections with the Jedi, leads to the restaurant being used as a rendezvous point from time to time. part of Dexter Jettster's network

Jag (mk):

is part of the Kahn Guard when Kotal's in power. he was raised by the Shaolin Monks until he bailed, moved to the States, got into all sorts of illicit activities. Kung Jin eventually moves onto his couch and joins his crew. those illicit activities land him in a stint with the Black Dragon, which is a real lesson in Kano Is A Bastard. when Erron jumps ship, Jag goes with him. he's kind of an idiot, full of trussed issues, gay as hell, will bring a knife to a gunfight or a gun to a knife fight

Rose (mk):

is part of Danver's crew from before he went BD. the brains of that whole operation. she's severely underdeveloped unfortunately but I promise she's very cool. computer nerd. minimal filter on her in the best way

Eyes (cp2077):

is a ripperdoc with more focus on ripping than doc-ing. from Pacifica, got a long time connection to Mr. Hands. wound up in Maelstrom pretty young, cut his teeth on committing atrocities and revolutionizing Maelstrom's uhhh forcible cyberware implantations and general torture methods :) was real loyal to Brick, so Royce wrecked his shit when he took over, meant to kill him but he managed to get out. winds up on Viktor Vektor's table for recovery, tries very hard to turn over a new leaf. he's a fucked up bastard of a guy I shan't lie. compels me though

#clone medic nocte #arc trooper uj'alayi #bastra vargdan #clone commander bones #lane hurosa #myn gath #des 'eyes' gallagher #danver 'jag' hakka #vio selnes #rose garcia #those tags should be semi populated. i Think #leocs #bookmark

[fulcrumstoried]

characters torn by duty and love - once this war is over, i fight for you, i love you but i cannot be with you, i watch from a line of soldiers 40ft away, once this fight is done, once i am no longer needed, after, after, after

#the Wildest connection but lmao #mal alina in shadow and bone s2e4 contrasted with clone commanders and jedi generals #and Shit yep thats a trope i fall for hook line and sinker Every time #gds So many of my favourite pairings are this actually

[stillsnippy]

“Master master master!” Echoed across the hanger, followed by a sound Obi-Wan could only describe as ‘galumphing’. For all Anakin’s grace with a lightsaber, he had the poise and finesse of a startled eopie when excited. The commander and CMO he’d been talking to were far too polite to comment, but he could see the question in their eyes.

“One moment gentlemen, apparently my padawan needs my attention.” Before he could desern if that had actually been a snort, Anakin bounded up like an eager massif. “Anakin, whatever has gotten into you? This may be a hanger but that’s no excuse for a lack of decorum.”

A massif was an apt comparison as the young man ducked his head. “I’m sorry Obi-Wan. Cody, Bones” He nodded at the two men, who responded in kind. “But look what I did!”

The other three shared a look. “Should I be standing this close?”

“Huh? Oh yeah no you’re fine. Watch this!” With that he held up his left hand, quickly cracking his knuckles.

Obi-Wan repressed a shudder. He wasn’t sure what it was about the noise that bothered him, but he’d long given up on breaking the habit. ‘At least he only has one-‘ before he could finish the thought, Anakin held up his right hand. Slower than he had with the left, he cracked the knuckles of his right hand. The prosthetic one. “You found a way to crack those knuckles too? That’s incredibly impressive padawan, but why?”

Anakin gave a sheepish shrug, elation deflating at everyone’s lack of enthusiasm. “It felt weird that they didn’t…”

‘Ah, and now I feel like a jerk’ He’d been appreciating the fact that Anakin could no longer do something that annoyed him without regard to how it made Anakin feel as he adapted to the limb. “You may need to explain to Cody and Bones what you’ve achieved.” He gave Anakin’s arm a gentle nudge with the Force.

“Oh? Oh! Yeah I guess you don’t know.” With that he set to the buckles around his upper arm that held the glove in place. “Dooku cut my arm off on Genosis and now I’ve got a metal one.” Finally the glove came off to show the shiny gold material. All around the hand joints were tool marks and extra wires, a testament to Anakin’s modification.

“Wait hold on. Dooku cut off your arm, you got a prosthetic one, and you figure out how to mimic a biological function??” Bones all but hissed. “How in the name of stars and storms did you manage that!?”

Anakin started to speak but then hesitated. “Um, it’s kinda technical…”

“Don’t worry about it sir”, Cody cut in “all clones have mechanics training. Med staff especially due to the intricacies of med bay equipment.”

Bones nodded, “if I don’t understand something, I’ll ask.”

“Okay…” Anakin still looked unsure but began “so first I had to figure out how it worked in people before I could replicate it…”

Obi-Wan smiled as Bones slowly herded him over to another clone with the med corp insignia on their shoulder. Coric he believed his name was. “Do you think he’ll be done by the time we leave?”

Cody chuckled, “depends on how many engineers join in. Skywalker might spend the entire trip discussing this. But, it’s a good way to keep them all out of trouble.”

Obi-Wan glanced at his companion. “Surely you don’t believe this won’t have repercussions?”

“Didn’t say that. But we’ve limited materials they can experiment with until was arrive. Not looking forward after though.”

“At least the med bay will be aware of this time. Perhaps they’ll bring some sense, if only to save themselves the work.”

“All due respect sir, bold of you to assume any of them have sense.”

#star wars #anakin skywalker #the clone wars #fanfic #obi wan kenobi #sw tcw #commander cody #cmo bones #ficlet

[arolesbianism]

Y'know what the most fucked up abt the whole B111-1 detail is to me? Its a god damn coin flip if it implies some seriously heavy details abt her character and just general morals or if it means absolutely nothing. If it's meant to imply that she was the person who volunteered for the memory transferal trial then it'd not only further showcase that she's fully aware of the duplicant situation, but it'd also imply that she's Been aware of Nikola's fun lil project even if only on a surface level. It could also just be that they stole her dna too and she doesn't know shit. As much as I want to argue that it'd make more sense for it to be the latter due to the fact that she's the Only character to have that fun dash number situation in Any of the logs and it's only in the one we can presume to be quite late in the timeline, I can't deny that it could just as easily be an error or meant to imply smth else. In particular, there's a lot of oni logs that had mistakes and inconsistent details that had to be fixed later, so while I dont actually believe it was a mistake, I can't fully deny the possibility. Nails waking up and deciding to write a log that would redefine so much of what we know if they talked abt it in even 2% more detail

#rat rambles #oni posting #ofc knowing who thay first human trial was done on is the most important to me personally but like also #theres so much juicy duplicant worldbuilding thats Almost talked abt and Kinda implied #I dont talk abt the dupes from a lore perspective very often but they are genuinely tragic to me #and it's not even my typical ooo identity bullshit thing because well. they probably don't even know What they are #its more so how just generally fucked up they are genetically #like they Are humans like obviously they're literally clones but so much work was put into making them not humans #physical cuts to make them easier to mass produce is just the start of it clearly a lot of work was put into taking away their free will #they also likely heavily rely on their cranial chips to navigate as thats likely how the printing pod communicates with them #remember its pitch black underground and while I do hc that they were altered to have somewhat better night vision that doesnt mean a whole #lot when theres like actually no light in your environment because you're trapped underground #and in general I imagine dupes have worse eyesight partially as a consequence of the better night vision #their brain chips act pretty much entirely as recievers for commands and information from their printing pod #due to the ability for artificial memories to be imprinted a lot of space was able to be relocated to other functions in the chips #but they hadnt actually managed to get that many memory blueprints onto the pods outside of some bare bones basics #aka basic language and survival information #as such your average newly printed dupe will only naturally know how to build and do certain things #some do know more than others tho as some other memory maps did make it in but not as a built in part of all prints #hense why some duplicants start with skill tree skills unlocked already #and thats also my bullshit explanation for the skill unlock animation #anyways I often times think abt how olivia eventually goes into sleep mode and how gameplay wise that doesn't mean anything but in universe #it'd probably have some pretty gnarly consequences including the dupes likely not receiving further signals and commands #they in theory could probably still manually acess the database of their printing pod in the case of emergencies #but given that they tend to see their printing pod as a maternal figure thats kind of like their mom going into a coma #olivia is not beating the deadbeat mom allegations smh

[legobenkenobi]

the thing about Commander Cody that makes me so absolutely insane is not just how shockingly kind he is- it’s the fact that he’s so kind and tender even though he was never afforded that growing up.

like, none of the clones were, obviously, but Cody even as an Imperial does nothing but talk in gentle tones to citizens and reassured them that he’s only trying to help and does every single thing he POSSIBLY can to avoid bloodshed.

Even With Separatists.

he was never demonstrated with that level of kindness until far, far into his life, and yet it’s his core trait. he’s a good person to the bone and he did that by himself. it’s incredible. he truly does embody the Sun despite growing up on a planet that always rains.

#I LOVE HIM SO BAD OK. #commander cody #cody tag #everybody pretend to be surprised that i’m acting insane over cody as if this isn’t a weekly occurrence #sw #tcw #ben rambles

[frostbitebakery]

You See Such Mad Things Happening

an The Unlucky Ones snippet

The Curse rises out of him, ghostly bones tapping along his arm in question.

Bly doesn’t know how to answer. His chest feels funny still. Scientist Se has patiently explained to him - “you died” - what had happened before he woke up. But he must’ve done it wrong?

There’s transparisteel cubes around the capsules now.

“I want my batch,” he whispers into his arm, carefully muffled, daringly out loud. He shouldn’t. He must already be in trouble for dying wrong.

He can’t even hear the thuds of Wolffe punching against his own cube. His knuckles are bloody and used to write mean things.

Cody is trying to get Wolffe’s attention.

Wolffe will get in trouble, too. He surely will be disciplined if he doesn’t wipe away the mean words.

The Curse puts a hand against the glass, skull turning to look at Bly.

“I don’t know,” he replies softly. “Maybe it’s because you acted funny yesterday?”

The Curse had grown so large, had called its other halves to itself until they melted into each other. It had looked beautiful and it had felt— scary. But that’s dumb. They’re clones, there’s no need to feel scared if the fear response isn’t to release adrenaline in order to accomplish the mission in an efficient and timely manner.

The lights had clattered and exploded all around them, white halls plunged into darkness, the transparisteel glittering down to the floor. It had been so pretty.

Commander Fordo had snagged him up while Commander Alpha-Seventeen had carried Cody away in the other direction. Gree had been taken away by another Alpha class, too fast for Bly to see who it was.

Cody had looked as mesmerized as Bly had felt. Everyone else had panicked.

And now there are transparisteel cubes around their capsules.

“What if I have a bad dream again?” He can’t go to Cody. Or Wolffe. Or Fox. Or—

He rubs the sniffle into his sleeve. He can’t go to anyone.

The Curse curls around him and he imagines, with everything he’s got, that he can feel it, that it has flesh and skin and warmth.

He comes out of a light doze when a bony hand waves in front of his face, flowing to the bottom edge of the mattress and pointing.

“Stop it, silly,” he chides and looks around. No one is watching him. Fox is playing hand signals with his Curse. Cody ignores his like always. Wolffe— Wolffe isn’t there. Where—

His brother is guided back into their capsule room by an angry looking Alpha-Seventeen, cleaning droid under one arm.

The Curse taps the mattress again and Bly minutely shakes his head. Not while Alpha-Seventeen is here. Bly trusts him with his life but this isn’t about his life.

“Start of night cycle,” the voice in the ceiling announces and the capsules automatically close.

He hurriedly ducks his head and lies down.

The Curse is still outside his body, illuminating the inside enough to crawl to the end of the mattress and fumble a hand under it until he finds the slit in the cover, the pens and flimsi.

He makes himself comfortable on his stomach, knowing the Curse will hover around and through him.

The Curse snaps its jaw a few times, that weird metal rattle only felt, not heard.

“What do you want me to draw?”

The pen follows the glowing finger bones, tracing curves and circles. No straight lines, no hard edges.

Bly looks at the thing when they’re done, angles the flimsi to get a better idea. “What is it? Looks like something from survival sims.” He squints, holds the drawing closer to his face. “Is that a—“ He falters. Stupid survival sims. He knows this. His memory was literally engineered to be eidetic. “A… an angiosperms type plant?”

The Curse hovers next to him, mute.

“A flower, silly.”

It tilts its skull and one of its hands comes out of his chest where his heart is.

“Uh, thank you?” Bly has no idea what the Curse means.

It snaps its jaws at him before sinking into his skin again.

“Goodnight to you, too,” he grins, carefully tucking the drawing under his nightshirt.

#the unlucky ones #commander bly #star wars #clone trooper art #tcw art #tcw #my art #frostbitebakery art