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soft--dragon · 1 year

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Ship Repairs

This fic is just fluff, Tech being a little shit and Echo trying to function on little sleep lmao THIS IS ALL PLATONIC, GO AWAY SHIPPERS EW

Word Count: 1,189

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

“Wrench.”

“Solder blaster.”

“...Hexdriver.”

“Hexdriver.”

Echo let out a low sigh and turned slowly to look at Tech, who was sitting innocently on a crate next to the array of tools being used to fix the haul of the Marauder. The goggle wearing clone tipped his head to the side in question at the ex-ARC trooper’s glare.

Echo exhaled a slow breath to mentally prepare himself, then asked, “What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” Tech said back, head tilting upright again to stare Echo dead-on.

Echo’s gaze only narrowed further. “Tech.”

“Tech.”

“Why are you copying me?”

Echo pinched the skin between his eyes tiredly, he was running on too little sleep for this. The missions lately had been hectic and he was not getting enough rest to be diplomatically understanding of anyone’s bantha shit. “Tech, I’d rather not play games right now.”

“Tech, I’d rather not play games right now.”

Alright. It was going to be one of those days.

Tech, while typically quite independent and self-reliant, could have moments where he actively seeked out attention from his other squad members. Instead of just asking like a normal individual, Tech did things the complicated way. He would bait his brothers into light-hearted squabbles by acting like the biggest shithead in the cosmos, indulging his more impish and chaotic side accordingly. Tech knew how to press everyone’s buttons, pestering for long enough and saying the right things that would get a rise out of the other clones and score him the attention he wanted. The Bad Batch all had their ways of dealing with these moments from Tech, but this was the first time Echo had to deal with it himself. Whenever Tech acted like this, the others were around to handle him, but they were all out in town, leaving Echo with the mission of managing the younger clone.

Trying to mimic a stern clone officer from his earlier years as a shiny, he pointed the hexdriver at Tech’s nose with an annoyed look. “Alright, smart ass,” he grumbled. “I’m warning you.”

Tech had a shit-eating grin on his face, not even waiting a second to consider the threat of Echo actually being serious. “Alright, smart ass,” he chirped smugly, “I’m warning-”

Echo grabbed Tech around the middle and wrestled him onto the ground without warning, fighting off a smile at the man’s strangled yelps, clearly trying to hold his tongue from protesting so he could keep the game going. Though, that didn’t keep him from fighting back.

“Do you really want to continue this, Tech? I used to be an ARC trooper, remember?” Echo, even with one hand missing, was easily keeping his brother down. He used to wrestle with his old batch all the time and he’d seen Crosshair take down Tech enough times to know how to do it himself. It almost felt unfair. However…

Tech grinned up at his brother through their tangled arms. “Want to continue this, Tech? I used to be an ARC trooper, remember?” He shot back gleefully, putting on a voice to match Echo’s tone inflections.

“Son of a-” Without hesitation, Echo’s scomp link gently delved into Tech’s ribcage, mercilessly needling into the tender bones and earning peals of startled laughter. Tech wriggled into the dirt fruitlessly, trying to bat at Echo’s scomp, only to have a wrist snatched up and the mechanical limb prodding into his unshielded armpit, producing a sharp squeal instantly.

Tech never would’ve anticipated Echo to use such outlandish methods like this. He got this from Wrecker and occasionally Hunter, but the cybernetic clone was an outlier to be sure. And not only was he an outlier, but he was also really skilled at this. Tech was spluttering and giggling like a madman, and it hadn’t even been a minute yet. His lack of speech had caught Echo’s attention, and the smirk on his face was downright smug.

“What? You run out of steam, copycat?” Echo asked as Tech gasped and wheezed for breath. “No more little comments?”

“Y-Yohou ruhuhun ohout- hehehehe- ohohof steheheHEHEAM-!”

Tech’s attempt to continue the joke was interrupted by Echo’s finding a sweet spot on his upper ribs, causing an uncharacteristic screech to pull from the usually stoic clone. “St-Stohohop!”

“Oh my word, did you say something original?” Echo feigned surprise, though his tone was flat and somehow made Tech laugh even more by the dryness of the comment. “Incredible, let’s see if I can get you to do it again.”

He probed and wormed his scomp into the spaces between Tech’s ribs in an unguessable pattern, keeping the enhanced clone in a flurry of giggles and never letting him get used to one sensation. The onslaught was breaking Tech’s will faster than he expected it to.

He yelped when a particularly sensitive rib was prodded and tickled by that damn scomp. He couldn’t stop the yelp from leaving his lips. “Ehehecho!”

“Look at that, you did do it again. Congratulations Tech.”

“DohoHOHON’T!”

“Three times, a breakthrough indeed.

Tech used his free hand to grab the scomp link, shoving it away from his ribs so he could get a breather in. Echo let him, having heard the gasping in Tech’s voice increasing as he’d been laughing.

“You learned your lesson yet, gremlin?” Echo asked, reminded distinctly of his play fights with his twin and asking that very same question. Tech blew out a breath, slumping in the ground and nodding.

Echo wasn’t buying the silence.

He tore his captured scomp from Tech and poised it at his ribs again, smirking at the wild yelp that burst from Tech as he flinched away from the ‘danger’.

“I wanna hear it, Tech,” said the ex-ARC trooper. “I want you to say, in your own words, that you’ve learnt your lesson.”

Tech, eyeing the scomp link dangerously close to his sensitive ribs, gave a nervous giggle and gulped. He knew better than to poke the disgruntled Tonton with a stick, or however that saying went. “I- I’ve lehearn’t my lesson, Ehecho,” he grinned at the older clone through squinted eyes.

Echo huffed an amused laugh at how giggly Tech still was. “There we go, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He took his hand away from Tech’s wrist to mess with his short, cropped hair and stood up. “What on earth was that even about?”

He turned back to the ship and picked up another tool to continue his work, letting Tech sit up and gather himself after the ‘attack’. The enhanced clone gave a small chuckle and smiled mischievously up at Echo’s back. His need for attention wasn’t done yet.

“Well… You’re the one repeating things all the time, guess I wanted to try it out for myself.”

Echo’s movements froze and his eyelid twitched slightly. He threw the tool aside and was diving at Tech before the trooper had the sense to run for the hills, his bright laughter filling the air once again. This time riddled with shrieks as Echo ruthlessly targeted his upper ribs, both with his scomp and his hand.

#lee!tech #ler!echo #the bad batch #my fanfic #tech is a little shit and he deserves to indulge his gremlin energy #echo is used to these kinds of shenanigans from his old batch #bad batch tickle #star wars tickle

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agentartemus · 7 months

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My Dystopian Star Wars AU: The Summary

it's about time I posted this

I'm gonna try to make this as brief and understandable as I can. But ofc, if anyone interested has any questions or is confused about something, by all means feel free to comment/dm your questions and I'll be more than happy to answer them with more depth. So let's get started below the cut and warning, IT'S A LOT

To start off, I do not have an official name for this AU, so we'll stick with Dystopian AU till I can come up with something (feel free to suggest stuff based on the summary).

So the overall plot is overthrowing a corrupt leadership and his government. That leadership being Providence. Formerly known as Artemus. Providence started out as a mortal elf many, many thousands of years ago. He was once a Jedi, actually. Trained by Master Mercury, the Universal God of Time, Providence was taught many secrets of the cosmos. Mercury's goal was to train Providence to be one of his successors.

However, with such an open mind to the world and it's ways, Providence began realizing just how much bad was in the world. He grew to despise this, even moreso at the lack of aid the gods were providing to their people. Providence hated the cruelty, the lack of fairness. The only one capable of understanding and listening to him was Captain Rex.

Rex had been Providence's closest friend during his time as a Jedi. But as time went on, and as Providence's anger grew, so did Rex's perspective. The clone captain was taking more and more notice of Providence's anger, watching him turn to the Dark Side. Concerned for his friend, Rex eventually approaches Providence about this, which then leads to an intense argument, and a verbal ending of friendship. Ashamed, enraged, and hurt, Providence reaches his breaking point. Providence goes off on a violent spree, slaughtering the gods he deemed horrible. After knowing them for so long, he's learned their weaknesses, and knows what can kill such gods. Mercury, distressed that his apprentice has turned, tries to reason with Providence. But fails, and ends up getting slaughtered himself.

Providence found no use in obtaining the other gods' powers, but Mercury's could allow him to do so much more. He knew of his old master's history, and therefore knew he was not only the God of Time, but also Reality. Seizing this opportunity, Providence takes Mercury's place as the new God of Time and Reality, and thus bends his world to his whim.

Providence desperately tries with many attempts to recreate the world he once had, but a better one. One with less corruption, and more importantly, one where he keeps his friend, Rex. To his disappointment and confusion, each reality Providence creates, has to be violently purged and discarded because every single Rex always ends up remembering what had happened. Their argument, and brings it up. Providence cannot figure out what he's doing wrong. Why Rex is always remembering, not only their argument, but each time Providence purges a reality. Each gruesome death Providence puts him through.

But as far as the story, it centers around ARC Trooper Fives. Or, former ARC Trooper Fives. Fives is one of the citizens living within the capital city of this unnamed world/galaxy/maybe even universe. Unfortunately for him, the city is old, falling apart, and rundown. Everything is in horrible quality. And it's hard to really afford anything because the jobs that exist don't have enough funds/supplies to pay it's workers much. So Fives, his brothers Kix and Jesse, try their best to survive within the slums.

Fives's associate, Echo, lives a much different life. Echo serves as one of the court guards within the city and sometimes the capital palace as well. Echo takes his job seriously, even if it means having to beat down a few citizens and fellow clones, who couldn't make it nor were deemed important enough to make higher positions. Still, after having to deal with Fives and how smart mouthed behavior, he's grown just a tad soft to them. He'll sometimes help Fives out and fetch some proper meds for them, or food, anything they really need at the moment.

Then there is Adam, Providence's second in command and advisor. Adam was created by Providence to help him try to figure out what is making Rex remember the things he isn't supposed to with each reality. Adam, working hard as the chief scientist as well, tries his very best to please his Superior. He also acts as Omega's mentor. Omega is Providence's "adoptive" daughter and was given the title of Princess. As a sign of good favor, Providence even granted the young girl Force sensitivity.

Eventually, after years of oppression, manipulation, and injustice, all 3 of the clones group together and form their own rebellion. They have to work hard though, and in secret, for Providence has his ways of finding things out, and keeping his eyes on the people. After just several months of carefully formulating plans, they're suddenly found out.

Throughout his spare time, Adam had secretly been experimenting on his own project. Adam is in awe with the idea of interdimensional travel, and figures his personal ship makes a good test subject. So, for years he's studied and studied. Tested and tested. Failed and failed. But in a desperate attempt to flee their pursuers, Adam tries to get his personal ship's dimensional navigator up and running. The first few tries are a fail, granted they're currently being chased and Echo's having to fly the ship.

Miraculously, Fives fixes the error and thus helps the crew successfully escape Providence's efforts. To their luck, they land in another dimension, one similar to the one Providence grew up in. But not only is the crew faced with the problem of Providence hunting them, but so is this alternate world. Knowing that Providence would tear this world to shreds, they team up who they believe to be their best option of allies; Artemus, Rex, and Mercury.

Omg that was so much I'm so sorry

#star wars #clone wars #star wars fandom #star wars tcw #star wars the clone wars #star wars au #au idea #dystopia #dystopian #fanmade #fan au #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #tcw fives #tcw echo #captain rex #tcw rex #MAJOR INFO DUMPING I APOLOGIZE

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star-wars-writing · 4 months

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Return of a Legacy Chapter 1

This is an original story I've written, it's also posted on A03 and I hope you like it, comments, are always welcome.

In the cosmos's heart, the serene planet Elysiar lay cradled in peace, its rolling hills and quaint villages a stark contrast to the galaxy's distant tumult. Here, Alaenna, a girl with eyes as bright as the twin suns and a spirit curious as the wind, found her sanctuary in a humble orphanage nestled in the heart of a verdant valley.

Alaenna's life was a tapestry woven into Elysiar's very essence. Each morning, as the village awoke to the dawn chorus, she walked the cobblestone streets, her smile a reflection of the suns' warmth. The villagers, in turn, greeted her with a fondness tinged with reverence, acknowledging her as one of their own, yet an enigma.

In the lively marketplace, Alaenna's touch seemed to infuse the fruits and flowers with a touch of Elysiar's magic, her connection to the planet evident in her every interaction. Yet, there were moments, fleeting and filled with wonder, when her otherness would surface – objects levitating or her sudden, distant gaze, as if listening to a secret whisper. These instances were met with awe, the villagers accepting her uniqueness as part of their world's rhythm.

The afternoons were for the children, who gathered in the orphanage's garden, captivated by Alaenna's tales of distant worlds and heroes. Unbeknownst to them, her stories were woven from the threads of her visions, fragments of a legacy yet to be understood.

As night fell and the twin suns bid farewell, Alaenna found solace in the forests of Elysiar. Her solitary walks were a communion with nature, the creatures of the wood drawn to her innate connection to the planet. It was in these moments of solitude that her visions became clearer, whispering of ancient battles, lost legacies, and a destiny intertwined with the stars.

Mareen, the village's wise elder, guided Alaenna through the maze of her burgeoning powers. "Your gift is a rare one," Mareen would say, her eyes reflecting the depth of the night sky. "Forces ancient and powerful stir within you." Yet, even Mareen's wisdom could not unveil all the secrets that beckoned to Alaenna.

The Festival of Moons marked a turning point. That night, as Elysiar celebrated under the glow of lanterns, Alaenna's dreams brought her face to face with a mysterious figure, a herald of the path unfolding before her. Troubled yet intrigued, she sought Mareen's counsel, sensing the threads of her destiny weaving together.

In the days that followed, a subtle change permeated Elysiar. The villagers sensed it, a sense of anticipation and pride for the girl who had grown amongst them, yet a realization that their village was on the cusp of an irreversible change.

Alaenna herself felt the shift most profoundly. Each vision, each whisper of the wind, drew her closer to the unknown. As she stood at the village's edge, gazing at the starlit sky, she knew her time on Elysiar was nearing its end.

With the dawn's golden light, an air of expectancy filled the village. Unseen, a starship descended toward Elysiar, heralding the beginning of Alaenna’s true journey. Among the children, as she imparted lessons of life and harmony, Alaenna felt a resonance with the Force, an undeniable call to embrace her legacy.

Her path, woven into the fate of the galaxy, was now clear. The time had come for Alaenna to step beyond Elysiar's embrace, to follow the whispers of her destiny and become the beacon of hope for a galaxy in turmoil.

******

On the distant planet of Elysiar, a world untouched by the turmoil of the galaxy, an unexpected visitor arrived. Mace Windu, a figure of legend in the Jedi Order, set foot on the lush greenery of this secluded planet, his mission seemingly unrelated to the serene world before him. The Jedi Master, known for his wisdom and prowess in the Force, was accompanied by a squad of elite clone troopers, their presence a stark contrast to the peaceful surroundings.

The reason for their landing on Elysiar was ostensibly simple – a routine reconnaissance, a minor detour in the grand scheme of the Clone Wars. Yet, as Mace Windu stepped onto the soil of Elysiar, he couldn't shake off the feeling that the Force had guided him here for a reason far more significant than any routine mission.

The planet radiated a sense of tranquility he hadn't felt in years, a stark contrast to the shadows of conflict that clouded most of his days. As he moved through the dense foliage, his troopers following in a disciplined formation, Mace couldn't help but feel a disturbance in the Force – not of darkness, but of light, a beacon of hope and purity that pierced through the encroaching darkness of the galaxy.

The troopers, veterans of many battles, sensed their General's change in demeanor. They exchanged glances, their respect for Mace Windu mixed with curiosity. They were trained to face danger head-on, yet here on Elysiar, the threat was not of blasters or enemy combatants, but something far more elusive and enigmatic.

As they ventured deeper, the lush landscapes of Elysiar unfolded around them, a vibrant tapestry of nature that seemed almost surreal in its beauty. Mace Windu, guided by an unseen force, found himself drawn towards the heart of the planet, towards the source of the light he sensed.

The village, with its cobblestone paths and quaint homes, came into view. The inhabitants, unaccustomed to visitors of such imposing stature, watched warily yet with open curiosity. Mace Windu, his gaze calm yet penetrating, surveyed the surroundings, his senses attuned to the Force.

It was here, among the simple folk of Elysiar, that he felt the disturbance most strongly. A presence, pure and powerful in the Force, unlike anything he had encountered before. It resonated with a clarity that was almost overwhelming, a call that could not be ignored.

The clone troopers, ever vigilant, stood guard, their loyalty to Mace Windu unwavering. They watched as their General, usually so stoic and unyielding, seemed momentarily lost in thought, his connection with the Force evident in his focused demeanor.

Mace Windu knew that this was no coincidence, no mere twist of fate. The Force had guided him to Elysiar, to this very village, for a purpose that was slowly unveiling itself. The beacon of light he sensed was here, a hidden jewel in a galaxy on the brink of darkness.

In the heart of the village, unaware of the Jedi Master's presence, was Alaenna, a girl whose destiny was intertwined with the fate of the galaxy. Mace Windu, standing on the threshold of a significant discovery, prepared himself to unravel the mystery that the Force had laid before him.

This encounter, unbeknownst to both Alaenna and Mace Windu, was set to change the course of the galaxy, a pivotal moment where paths crossed and destinies aligned under the watchful eyes of the Force.

In the heart of Elysiar’s village, where life moved to the rhythm of nature’s song, Mace Windu’s path finally converged with Alaenna’s. The Jedi Master, his robes slightly out of place in the rustic setting, stood quietly, observing the young woman who seemed to be the source of the profound disturbance he had sensed in the Force.

Alaenna, unaware of the significance of this encounter, was tending to a small garden beside the orphanage, her hands gently caressing the petals of a blooming flower. The air around her seemed to hum with an unseen energy, a melody of the Force that was both serene and powerful.

As Mace Windu approached, his steps deliberate yet unthreatening, the clone troopers fanned out, their training keeping them alert yet respectful of the peaceful surroundings. The villagers, sensing the gravity of the moment, watched from a respectful distance.

"Excuse me," Mace Windu began, his voice calm yet carrying an undercurrent of fascination. "I am Master Mace Windu of the Jedi Order."

Alaenna looked up, her eyes meeting his. A flicker of recognition passed through her – not of the man himself, but of the presence he carried, a presence she had felt in her visions.

"You have a remarkable connection to the Force," Mace continued, his keen eyes studying her. "I sense around you what we call 'shatter points' – critical junctures that can influence future events. Your presence in the Force is... extraordinary."

Alaenna stood, wiping her hands on her apron, a mix of curiosity and caution in her gaze. "I've always felt a connection to something greater, visions and dreams that I didn't fully understand. But what are these 'shatter points'?"

"They are points in time where significant changes can occur, where the smallest actions can have profound effects on the future," Mace explained, his voice reflecting his awe at the discovery. "It's rare to see them so clearly around a person. It suggests a destiny of great significance."

Alaenna absorbed his words, a sense of wonder and apprehension swirling within her. "Does this mean I have a role to play in the events to come?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper, yet carrying the weight of her potential destiny.

Mace nodded, a sense of solemnity enveloping him.

"The Force has guided me here to you, and I believe it is no coincidence. You are at the center of something much larger than yourself. Your connection to the Force could be pivotal in the days ahead."

The clone troopers, standing guard, watched the exchange with disciplined silence, their presence a reminder of the galaxy's ongoing turmoil. They too sensed the importance of this meeting, understanding that the young woman before them was more than just a villager on a remote planet.

Alaenna looked around at the faces of the villagers, her adoptive family, and then back at Mace Windu. A myriad of emotions played across her face – fear, excitement, uncertainty. The garden, once a place of simple peace, now felt like a crossroads of her destiny.

****

As the twin suns of Elysiar dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow over the village, Mace Windu and his clone troopers, including Commander Ponds, prepared to settle in for the night. The villagers, though initially apprehensive, extended their hospitality, intrigued by their visitors from the stars.

Mace, his mind still reeling from the revelation of Alaenna's connection to the Force, found himself in a quiet corner of the village square, where a modest feast had been prepared. Alaenna joined him, her curiosity about her destiny and her place in the Force growing.

"Master Windu," Alaenna began, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What does this all mean for me? For my life here on Elysiar?"

Mace looked at her, his expression thoughtful.

"Your connection to the Force is unique. It's clear that you have a significant role to play in the events unfolding in the galaxy. Your training and understanding of the Force will be vital."

Commander Ponds, standing a respectful distance away, couldn't help but overhear the conversation. His usual stoic demeanor softened slightly as he observed the young woman. To him, she was an enigma – a civilian with a potential impact on the galactic scale.

Alaenna glanced towards Commander Ponds, sensing his presence. "And your soldiers, what do they think of all this?"

Ponds stepped forward, nodding respectfully to Alaenna. "We follow Master Windu's lead. If he believes you're important to our mission and to the galaxy, then we're here to support that."

Alaenna offered a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, Commander Ponds. I've never been part of something so... vast."

As the night progressed, the villagers mingled with the clone troopers, the initial tension giving way to cautious fascination. Stories and experiences were shared, bridging the gap between the two vastly different worlds.

Mace, observing the interactions, felt a sense of hope. In Alaenna, he saw not just a potential Jedi but a symbol of unity in a divided galaxy. Her natural empathy and connection to those around her were evident, even in this brief encounter.

"Alaenna, the path ahead will be challenging," Mace said softly, drawing her attention back to him. "But I sense a strength in you. The Force has chosen you for a reason."

"I've always wanted to understand my visions, to know why I'm different," Alaenna replied, her gaze steady. "If being part of the Jedi Order will help me find those answers, then I'm ready to take that step."

Commander Ponds listened, his respect for Alaenna growing. In her, he saw not just strength but a genuine desire to understand her place in the galaxy. It was a trait he admired, a stark contrast to the often rigid perspectives he encountered.

As the night wore on, the conversations deepened, weaving the first threads of understanding and camaraderie between the villagers, the clone troopers, and Alaenna. For Mace Windu, this night reinforced his belief in the Force's guiding hand, bringing together disparate paths for a greater purpose.

In the quiet of the evening, under the starlit sky of Elysiar, a new alliance was forming, one that would ripple across the galaxy, with Alaenna at its heart.

******

As the village of Elysiar slumbered under a blanket of stars, Alaenna tossed restlessly in her modest room at the orphanage. Her dreams, vivid and tumultuous, swept her away to realms unknown, to scenes of a past steeped in mystery and grandeur.

In her dream, Alaenna found herself amidst grand halls and soaring spires, echoes of a past grandeur. She walked through corridors lined with portraits of individuals bearing a regal bearing, their eyes seeming to follow her with a knowing gaze. The Tarrealis legacy, though unknown to her, whispered through these visions, revealing glimpses of magnificent dragons soaring through the skies, their riders noble and proud.

As she moved through the dream, Alaenna felt an overwhelming sense of loss and longing, a connection to these people whose names and stories were yet a mystery to her. The images shifted, showing her scenes of joyous celebrations, groundbreaking achievements, and then, a descent into shadows – a great tragedy that seemed to tear at the very fabric of this once-glorious legacy.

Mace Windu, resting in a room not far from Alaenna’s, felt a disturbance in the Force. It was a ripple of turmoil, a storm of emotions that he instinctively knew emanated from Alaenna’s troubled dreams. Rising from his bed, he made his way to her room, his concern deepening with each step.

Commander Ponds and a few other clone troopers, sensing their General’s departure, followed at a discreet distance. Their loyalty to Mace Windu was unwavering, their trust in his judgment absolute. Yet, the nature of this disturbance, so deeply entwined with the mysteries of the Force, left them with a sense of unease.

Mace arrived at Alaenna’s door just as she awoke, her eyes wide with the remnants of her dream. He entered quietly, his presence calm and reassuring.

"Alaenna," Mace said softly. "I felt a disturbance. Are you alright?"

Alaenna, still caught in the afterglow of her visions, nodded slowly. "I had another dream, Master Windu. It was so vivid, like walking through memories that aren't mine. There were people, places... and dragons. It felt significant, but I don't understand what it means."

Mace listened intently, his mind processing the possible significance of her words. "Visions can be a powerful tool for those strong in the Force. They can reveal glimpses of the past, present, or even possible futures. But interpreting them can be challenging."

Outside, Commander Ponds and the troopers exchanged worried glances. The mention of visions and their unknown implications added a layer of complexity to their mission. They remained alert, ready to respond to any threat, yet aware that this was a battle fought on a different front – one of the mind and the Force.

"Could these visions be a message?" Alaenna asked, her voice tinged with a mix of hope and apprehension. "Could they be showing me something I need to know?"

"It's possible," Mace replied thoughtfully. "The Force often communicates in cryptic ways. It could be guiding you to uncover something important – perhaps about your heritage or a role you are destined to play."

Alaenna sat up, the weight of her potential destiny pressing upon her. "But what could it be? Who were the Tarrealis, and why do I see them in my dreams?"

Mace Windu placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "These are answers we will seek together. The Force has brought us here for a reason, and I believe your visions are a key part of that."

Outside, the clone troopers stood guard, their expressions stoic yet filled with concern. They knew the galaxy was on the brink of great change, and it seemed that this young woman, with her mysterious visions, was at the heart of it.

In the quiet of the night, Alaenna and Mace Windu talked, delving into the mysteries of the Force and the enigmatic legacy that seemed to be calling out to her. For Alaenna, this was the first time she truly felt understood, her fears and hopes acknowledged by someone who could help her find the answers she sought.

As the first light of dawn kissed the village of Elysiar, Mace Windu and Alaenna found themselves in deep conversation, seated on the worn steps of the orphanage. The peaceful morning air was a stark contrast to the weighty matters they discussed.

"Alaenna," Mace began, his voice reflecting the seriousness of the topic, "the path of a Jedi is not an easy one, especially for someone who begins training later in life. Yet, the Force's guidance in this matter is clear. Your connection to it is extraordinary, and I believe you have much to learn – and much to offer."

Alaenna nodded, her eyes reflecting the resolve that had formed within her. "I understand that it won't be easy, Master Windu. But these dreams, these visions... they confuse me. Sometimes, there's a voice calling out to me, but I don't know what it means."

Mace contemplated her words, his mind working through the implications. "Visions can be a manifestation of the Force communicating with us. This voice you hear could be a key to understanding your role in the larger scheme of things."

Alaenna looked towards the rising sun, her thoughts turbulent. "But why me? Why now? I've lived a simple life here; I never imagined being part of something so... vast."

"The Force often chooses unlikely individuals to play crucial roles," Mace replied, his gaze steady. "Your age is of less concern than your potential. The Force has been insistent in a way I've rarely experienced. It's not just me; it's urging that you be trained by Jedi Masters Plo Koon and Obi Wan Kenobi as well."

Alaenna's eyes widened in surprise. "Three Jedi Masters? But why?"

Mace sighed, a rare hint of uncertainty crossing his features. "I don't have all the answers, Alaenna. The Force works in mysterious ways, often revealing its intentions in time. But I trust in its guidance, and it has never been so clear as it is with you."

Commander Ponds, who had been standing watch nearby, listened intently. The idea of someone starting Jedi training at Alaenna's age was unheard of, yet if Master Windu believed it to be the right course of action, he would support it without question.

Alaenna took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. "If the Force deems it, then I will embark on this path. I want to understand these visions, to know my place in all this."

Mace nodded, approval evident in his eyes. "Training will be rigorous, and the path fraught with challenges. But I sense a great strength in you, Alaenna. You're not alone in this journey."

As the village began to stir, Mace stood up, extending his hand to help Alaenna to her feet. "We will make arrangements to begin your training as soon as possible. The galaxy is in a precarious state, and your role, whatever it may be, is crucial."

Alaenna stood, a sense of determination settling over her. "I'm ready, Master Windu. Ready to learn, to understand, and to face whatever the Force has in store for me."

As they walked back towards the heart of the village, the first rays of sunlight illuminating their path, a new chapter in Alaenna's life was beginning. A chapter filled with the promise of discovery, training, and the unraveling of a destiny that could change the course of the galaxy.

****

Across the galaxy, in a stark contrast to the tranquility of Elysiar, Obi-Wan Kenobi sat in a makeshift camp, surrounded by the familiar hum of his clone troopers. The night was dark, the stars obscured by the smoke of recent skirmishes. Around him, the troopers, including Commander Cody, Waxer, Boil, and the unit's medic, Bones, were engaged in routine duties, the atmosphere one of weary alertness.

Obi-Wan, his mind always partly attuned to the Force, felt an unexpected surge, a tidal wave of energy that knocked him off balance. The world spun momentarily as he grappled with the intensity of the vision that assaulted his senses.

Cody was at his side in an instant, concern etched on his face. "General Kenobi! Are you alright?"

Obi-Wan steadied himself, nodding slightly. "Yes, Cody, I'm fine. Just a... a powerful vision from the Force."

Waxer and Boil exchanged glances, their respect for the Jedi ways mingled with concern for their General. Bones stepped forward, his medical instinct kicking in. "Sir, you should sit down. You look like you've seen a ghost."

Obi-Wan managed a faint smile, easing himself down onto a nearby crate. "Not a ghost, Bones, something... different. The Force just gave me a rather insistent message."

Cody crouched beside him, his voice low. "What kind of message, sir?"

"It's about a girl, a new Padawan I'm supposed to train," Obi-Wan explained, his brow furrowed in thought.

"I don't know who she is or where she's from, but the vision was so clear, so forceful. It's been a long time since I've felt such a hopeful light in the Force."

The troopers gathered around, listening intently. The concept of the Force was something they respected, even if they didn't fully understand it. They knew that if their General was affected this strongly, it was a matter of great significance.

Boil, always the more vocal, spoke up. "Sir, what does this mean for our mission? Are we going to meet this new Padawan soon?"

"I'm not sure, Boil," Obi-Wan replied, his gaze distant as he pondered the implications.

"The vision didn't reveal much, only that I'm to be part of her training. This girl, whoever she is, holds a significant place in the Force. It's as if she's a beacon of hope, a light in these dark times."

Cody nodded, his expression serious.

"We'll support you, General, in whatever the Force asks of you. If this girl is as important as you say, then she's important to all of us."

Obi-Wan looked at his troopers, a sense of gratitude washing over him.

"Thank you, Cody. Your loyalty and support mean more than you know. For now, we continue with our mission. But I sense that soon, our paths will take us to this new Padawan."

As the group settled back into the rhythm of the camp, Obi-Wan's mind remained focused on the vision. The Force had never been so insistent, so direct in its guidance. The girl in his vision, a mystery for now, was about to become an integral part of their lives, a symbol of hope in a galaxy desperately in need of it.

In the quiet of the camp, under the dim light of distant stars, Obi-Wan Kenobi braced himself for the journey ahead, a journey that would intertwine his destiny with that of a new Padawan, a bearer of light in the darkening galaxy.

****

In a different sector of the galaxy, under the vast canvas of stars, Jedi Master Plo Koon sat in contemplation, surrounded by his loyal clone troopers. Commander Wolffe, Boost, Sinker, and others of the Wolfpack were gathered around, their armor stained with the remnants of recent battles. The atmosphere was one of solemn camaraderie, a brief respite in the midst of war.

Plo Koon, known for his deep connection to the Force and his wisdom, felt a sudden and intense disturbance ripple through him. It was as if the very fabric of the Force was beckoning him, pulling him towards a destiny yet unseen. The strength of the vision was such that it momentarily took his breath away, his usually stoic demeanor faltering under its weight.

Commander Wolffe was immediately at his side, concern evident even behind his helmet. "General Koon, are you hurt?"

Regaining his composure, Plo Koon shook his head slightly. "No, Wolffe, I am not injured. The Force... it has shown me something, a vision of great importance."

The troopers exchanged looks, their respect for Plo Koon's connection with the Force evident in their silent attention. They knew that such moments were rare and significant.

"What did you see, General?" asked Sinker, his voice tinged with curiosity and concern.

Plo Koon looked out into the night, his eyes reflecting the starlight. "It is a girl, a young Padawan that the Force insists I must train. This vision was powerful, more so than any I have experienced before. It suggests that this girl is of great importance to the future."

Wolffe stepped closer, his loyalty unwavering. "What does this mean for our mission, sir? How will this affect the Wolfpack?"

"The mission continues as planned, for now," Plo Koon replied, his voice calm yet filled with an undercurrent of anticipation.

"However, I believe that soon we will be called to meet this Padawan. She is like a beacon in the Force, a point of light in these dark times."

Boost, always quick to lighten the mood, chimed in,

"Sounds like we might be getting a new member in the Wolfpack, huh?"

Plo Koon allowed a small smile to grace his lips. "Perhaps, Boost. This Padawan will need all the support and guidance we can provide. The Force has been unequivocal in its message. She is essential to the balance of the Force, and our paths are destined to cross."

The troopers nodded in understanding, their trust in Plo Koon's wisdom and the will of the Force absolute. They knew that their journey alongside the Jedi Master often led them to unexpected paths, and this was no exception.

As the night deepened and the camp settled, Plo Koon sat in quiet reflection, pondering the implications of his vision. The galaxy was at a precipice, and the emergence of this new Padawan, whoever she was, marked a shift in the tides of fate.

Commander Wolffe and the others respected their General's need for contemplation, guarding the camp and their leader with silent vigilance. They were more than just soldiers; they were guardians of a future that was slowly unfolding under the guidance of the Force.

In the quiet solitude of space, Plo Koon awaited the moment when the Force would call them to action, to meet this mysterious Padawan who held the potential to alter the course of the galaxy.

#captain rex x oc #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #mace windu #plo koon #obi wan Kenobi x commander Cody #Star Wars the clone wars fanfiction #clone fanfic #captain rex

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steviedkidwat · 1 year

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kurrpip · 3 years

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Star Wars actor AU part 4!

My free student photoshop lisence expired so no more fancy brushes, rip

The Zillo beast is actually cat-sized and they unleashed him on a maquette of Coruscant. Everyone on set absolutely loves him

Thanks to @sifuprincesscarry for the idea of BD-1 rickrolling Cal!

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Part 6

Part 7

#if you get the reference of where the first ones are from #hello fellow emo trash #star wars #clone wars #jedi fallen order #clone trooper fives #clone trooper echo #clone trooper tup #mace windu #zillo beast #clone trooper cosmos #cal kestis #bd-1 #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #count dooku #fanart #myart

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a-lil-perspective · 3 years

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Hi I just wanna tell u real quick that I think Crosshair’s favorite flowers are Chocolate Cosmos. :)

#these pretty babies #idk I can’t explain it #also they are perennials #and I feel like those are his favorite #:)#crosshair x perennials #the color scheme gives me total Bad Batch vibes #soft crosshair #the bad batch #bad batch #clone force 99 #crosshair #clone trooper crosshair #bad batch headcanons #chocolate cosmos #flowers #lil rambles #it’s a lil thing

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jekyllnahyena · 2 years

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Remembered that Padme said something along the lines of 'it deserves a voice' in regards to the zillo beast aka godzilla 2.0 and in the same episode you hear the name of the clone trooper cosmos who was killed by said godzilla 2.0

#padme amidala #I have #Qualms with the lady

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amukmuk · 3 years

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🖊 but for a character you haven't talked about yet and really want to! Sorry I keep sending you Asks but I'm just really invested in NEHOC 😅

Oh! That’s totally alright! I love talking about writing and my OCs so you are seriously doing me a favor <33

Hmm... Because I love you all the bunches, I’m going to tell you about TWO OCs: Reese and Trapper.

Reese was one of my first ever OCs. I wrote him for Bodyguard and decided to keep him around. He is one of the fresh recruits at the beginning of NEHoC, but by the end of Perception he is a well-seasoned trooper. With the influx of younger shinies, Fox makes a sort of big-brother system. Whenever a shiny goes out, he gets paired with a seasoned trooper. Reese, happens to be one of those troopers. He gets paired with Yeah-yeah a lot and because of that, the two become best buddies. He used to dye his hair any color he could get his hands on, but once he sees all the wonderful things Riyo starts doing for the guard, he starts dying his hair blue in honor of her. Half of the CG wanted to paint their armor blue, but that just simply isn’t allowed. Plus, who would want to look like those idiots from the 501st, amirite?

Trapper is a little different from the rest of the guard. He’s headstrong and brash and doesn’t always think before he acts. He is the unofficial leader of the Tango squad and is always getting them in trouble... which is exactly how him and Puck end up going to ARC training together. I imagine, because I have actually no clue how the GAR works, that in order to become an officer a clone must first go through ARC training. I say this only because Jesse is in ARC in season seven.

Anyway, Puck and Trapper go to ARC training together and it works out really well, apart from them wanting to kill each other all the time. Puck, as we know, is super calm and collected. He always has a plan and he always picks up the pieces. Trapper, on the other hand, rushes in with no plan and is usually the one breaking things for Puck to fix. But that makes them an awesome ARC team and they find that out the hard way (I lowkey want to write a chapter of them going through ARC training when the seppies attack Kamino, but I digress).

Unfortunately, Trap meets his demise along with the rest of my M*A*S*H named characters during the Zillo Beast crisis. At the time when I was writing Perception, I just wanted a three throw away names to go with the one canon trooper that died: Cosmos. I had no intentions of ever writing NEHoC because... they’re all OCs and I genuinely didn’t think anyone would want to hear more about them. But here we are and now I’m sad because I know at some point Pierce, Trap, and Radar are all going to die.

Trapper goes out in style, though. He rushes in to evacuate a building and manages to save several civvies. He doesn’t make it out before the building crumbles, though.

Sorry to end on a sad note! These boys are so very loved <33 and I love answering questions about them. Now... I just got to write more chapters of NEHoC XD

#NEHoC #coruscant guard #mutuals #ask amukmuk #the adventures of Puck and Stride

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the11tailedwrites · 3 years

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Requests are Close (sorry)

What I will write:

-fluff

-angst

-hurt/comfort

-whump

Also please reblog fics if you like them.

MASTER LIST:

E: Everyone

T: Teen and Up

M: Mature

Bad Things Happen Bingo:

Trapped in a net (Comet) T

Forcibly Stripped (Comet) T

Used as a sacrifice (Comet) T

Vampiric Draining (Comet) T

Isolation (Comet) T

Go Through Me (Misago and Specs) T

Pleading (Specs and Yami) T

Cauterize a wound (Tup) T

Damaged Vocal Cords (Tech) T

Chained to a Bed (Guppy, oc) M

Kick Them While They’re Down (Appo) T

Mind Control (Cosmo, oc) T

Take Me Instead (Rex and Dogma) T

Force Feeding (Tech and Hunter) T (borderline M)

Other Fics:

Here Comes a Thought (Kaju and Cosmo) E

Faju Fluff (Kaju x Fawn) E

Nightmares (Guppy) M

Stress Position (Hunter) T

Clones in Percy Jackson T

Icarus (Misago) T

Nightmares (Cut x Suu) T

Stress Position (Mirage and Cody) T

Hallucinations (Kix) T

Restraints (Echo) T

Broken (Wolffe) T

Blyla Shorts (Bly x Aayla) E

The Tattoo Artist and the Trooper:

Chapter 1 E

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comm-caribou · 2 years

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Chapter Nineteen: On Deaf Ears

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Death, explosion, war injuries (let me know if I missed any!)

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Juliette had returned to her room, and began rummaging around in her desk.

Cosmos leaned in the doorway, “well, you really turned these quarters into your own.”

Juliette smiled to herself.

Cosmos stepped in, shutting the door.

“Okay, I got something serious to talk about with you,” Cosmos knelt down.

Serious? Juliette stopped her search, turning her full attention to her best friend.

“I’m only asking because I care about you,” Cosmos assured, “is everything between you and Fang okay? You two were acting weird all day yesterday and then suddenly you were fine again. He’s not jerking you around, right? If he is, I’ll straighten him out.”

A smile spread on her face, “I knew I made a good choice.”

“Excuse me?” Cosmos held her face, “a good choice in what?”

“My best friend!” Juliette proudly declared.

Cosmos gave her an amused smirk, “oh yeah? Well, charming me isn’t going to make me drop this.”

“I’m fine,” Juliette pat his hand, “Fang just has some bad communication skills sometimes.”

“He should work on that,” Cosmos looked up at her ceiling. “I don’t like seeing you upset.”

Juliette closed and opened another drawer, then paused.

“Talk to me, Starlight,” Cosmos ordered.

Juliette sighed, “it’s just… I feel like everyone is constantly trying to protect me, but I can handle myself. But when I try to prove that, someone always gets upset and says I was reckless.”

“To be fair, for most of us,” Cosmos said, “you’re General number six. The 952nd was originally a Legion at the beginning of the war, but we are more of a relief Battalion now. Who’s to say that if you die, we get disbanded and the 952nd dies with you?”

Juliette blinked, trying to fight tears.

Why did he have to word it like that? I know I’m important, but I didn’t think of myself as their last shot.

“Sorry,” Cosmos dabbed his thumbs under her eyes, “that came out a little too dark, huh? But seriously, Juliette, none of us want to lose you. I don’t want to lose you.”

“But what about you?” Juliette cupped his face, “if I have to hear another one of my friends call themselves expendable, I might lose it.”

Cosmos placed his forehead to her’s, “we were made to die originally, but you make us want to live. At least, you make me want to live.”

Juliette giggled, “want to hear something stupid?”

“Always.” Cosmos leaned back on his hands.

“So, there’s this thing called kov’nyn,” Juliette explained, “it’s when a mandalorian head-butts you with their helmet on, and in gentler settings it’s a kiss.”

“Okay?” Cosmos nodded along.

“When we were in my childhood room and you came in to tell us dinner was being made,” Juliette giggled, “he was doing what you just did, and I was internally trying to figure out if he was kissing me.”

Cosmos laughed, “I knew you looked flushed!”

“Now you know,” she shrugged, “your friend is an idiot.”

Cosmos held her shoulders, “my best friend may be an idiot, but she is my idiot.”

He placed a big kiss on her forehead.

What a goof.

Cosmos slapped his knees, “now, is there anymore bombshells you wants to throw at me?”

“Like what?” Juliette teased. “Like that my boyfriend told me he loves me?”

Cosmos rolled his eyes, “that one was so obvious that he didn’t even have to say it.”

“But I still haven’t said it back,” Juliette waited for his reaction.

Cosmos blinked, “oh. Now you have my full attention. Talk to me, Starlight.”

****

Mirage already knew he was due for promotion.

Commander Colt told him so, but he didn’t think he’d be promoted like this.

Sitting next to his brother, Coyote, who looked torn as Commander Hardwire and Sergeant Cooper whispered to each other.

Poor vod, Mirage studied him, he actually wants this. Maybe I should let him have it and step down.

“Alright,” Hardwire addressed them, “we have a mission today. Consider this your test.”

“Mission?” Coyote sat up straighter, “what mission?”

“We’re delivering supplies,” Cooper explained, “Separatist have been spotted in the area, so it may not be so simple.”

Mirage turned to Coyote, “you ready for this?”

Coyote nodded, “we got this.”

May the best man win.

****

In her room with just Fang, Juliette listened to him talk about possibly sneaking into market to get supplies. For what, he wouldn’t say, but he promised her investment would be worth it.

As she listened, she gathered her gear and scratched at her wrist where her faded scar was.

Rolling up her sleeve, Juliette traced her old burns.

“Are you ever going to tell me where this is from?” Fang asked taking her hand.

Juliette giggled, “it’s not a big deal.”

Fang ran his hand up her forearm, then drew her in closer. She felt the heat rise to her face as his right hand rested on her hip, and his left hand caressed her forearm.

“You mean everything to me,” Fang kissed her wrist.

Juliette turned her head away, covering her face.

Fang chuckled, “blushing?”

Juliette nodded, I’m so pathetic.

Fang pulled her down onto his leg, and kissed her cheek, “sweetheart, you’re beautiful.”

“Are you trying to make me blush?” Juliette hid her face in the crook of his neck.

“Yes,” Fang hugged her, “I love you.”

I’m a horrible girlfriend, Juliette wrapped her arms around his neck, why can’t I say that back? How can he be okay with me not saying it back?

Fang softly hummed, “so, it was suggested I take a break. But I’m not fond of sitting on the sidelines, so I’m coming along. Okay?”

Fang brushed his cheek against her head, snuggling her close.

“I would love to have you there,” Juliette traced his cheek, “but only if you’re up for it.”

“I want to go with you,” Fang kissed her forehead. “Please?”

“Okay, cyar’ika,” Juliette giggled, as he kissed her cheek.

Fang brushed his nose against her’s, “I love you.”

Juliette opened her mouth to say it, but it didn’t feel right to say out loud yet.

“We should get going,” she said instead.

Fang smiled, kissing her nose, “I’ll meet you at the gunship.”

He let her up off his knee, and got off her bed.

His fingers traced her jaw, and lifted her chin.

She could feel the love radiating in his eyes.

Then his hand left her face, and he was heading to the door. Smiling to himself as his finger hovered over the button to the automatic door.

“It was a grenade,” Juliette blurted out, “I was trying to prove to my buir that I could disable it on my own. It backfired, and I learned my lesson.”

Fang looked back, smiled, then left.

She went back to getting ready, listening to the muffled voices she loved outside her door go by.

****

Even though he knew she was fine, Mirage still had his hand out behind Juliette’s back.

In his head, he knew one day she’ll need him to catch her.

Across from him was Shadow, white armor now dawning their purple with a stripe of the light color going down one of his pecs, just like Mirage.

Mirage couldn’t help but smile, he’s copying me. Never thought I’d have someone look up to me like I did Colt.

Then his gaze shifted to Coyote and Fang, both ready to go as soon as those doors opened.

Act like a Corporal, Mirage told himself. Show some initiative, trooper. Colt didn’t train you to stay a Strategist forever.

Outside, he heard heavy fire.

There are Separatist here, Mirage watched as everyone shifted from relaxed to fight mode.

Mirage closed his eyes, feeling it course through him.

The calm before the storm.

As soon as those doors opened, he heard it and snapped right into it like a rubber band.

He waited for Juliette’s move, then followed her right off that ship. Even though he knew it was not his job anymore, he felt compelled to follow her everywhere on the battlefield. If she went down, he’d be right there to pick her up again.

****

Just as the reports said, there was Separatists who began invasion on this Republic planet.

Those droids waited for them, thinking they wouldn’t be prepared to fight.

Clone troopers—as Juliette had learned—are always prepared to fight.

While she could imagine their training was not the same, the lesson to always be on their toes was just as engraved in their blood as it was in her’s. Days and days of training, preparing for something that would come along one day. The day they’d put on their armor, hide their recognizable faces, and take on the Galaxy.

Only difference was, Juliette didn’t know her training was for a war. She doubted her father knew it either, because he might’ve trained her even harder; If that was even possible to do.

The comm chatter was going nuts.

All those similar voices talking over each other, it was overwhelming. First chance she got, she ducked undercover and adjusted the volume.

“Okay, General?” Mirage asked from beside her.

“It’s loud,” she called, “have to tune you all out or I’m going to overstimulate.”

“Gotcha,” Mirage pat her shoulder.

As obnoxious as she found it, it was comforting knowing she had someone following her.

The comm chatter quieted down after a few clicks, all that was left was the battle.

She turned her attention to Mirage. He was holding their position, poking around the wall and firing his blaster.

She lifted up her duo pistols, and tapped his back, “right behind you.”

“Ready?” Mirage ducked back into cover.

She nodded.

Mirage checked again, then gestured for her to move.

She moved around him, and ran into the battle unafraid with her ARC trooper right behind her.

While she didn’t need him, she still wanted him close. Battle zones still occasionally confused her, and who better to have than her ARC who always wanted to be with her?

They ducked undercover with Buck and Mick behind another crumbling building.

“Civilians are safe, General,” Buck reported. “We’re trying to do minimal damage.”

“Tell that to the clankers,” Mick quipped.

“I would, but they’d never listen,” Buck laughed.

Juliette did a scan, seeing everyone scattered in hiding places, including Fang with the Commander and a couple others across from them.

Her gaze fell on a trooper clutching his side out in the open.

Mirage noticed as well, and shook his head at her, “no, no risks. I’ll get him.”

Juliette sighed, I’m indestructible as long as I’m fully geared up.

However, she could figure, the brothers talked. Fang probably voiced his fears to a few of them, about not wanting to lose her. His worries, she imagined, planted seeds in their minds to also worry about her safety.

Juliette twirled her guns, then got back to firing.

Out of the corner of her visor, she saw Mirage grab the trooper quick and fall into the Commander’s barrier.

He tripped, she smiled, but he got him there safe.

She ducked behind the sturdy building, as plasma bolts wizzed by.

“Relax, General,” Buck reloaded his gun. “We’re fine.”

As soon as he said that, there was a flash and she felt like she was flying. Her helmet flew off, the back of her head hit the ground hard, and her ears were filled with a loud ringing.

Immediately, her hands went to ears to block out the white noise.

****

This is all my fault.

“Juliette!”

A yelp of pain, and Fang was down holding his shoulder.

Coyote grabbed the lovesick trooper by his ankle, pulling him back to cover as a hail of red bolts landed where his head just was.

Boomerang crawled over to Fang, “you okay?”

“Juliette…” Fang pushed him away, “she’s hurt!”

“She seems fine,” Cooper said, but his tone was laced with concern.

Mirage stood motionless, looking at the General and two troopers left behind.

Juliette’s face, twisted in excruciating pain as she held her ears. Cooper was half right, she did look fine minus the noise. It was his brothers who looked worse, as Buck laid motionless under the rubble and Mick held his busted hand, quickly scooting to cover.

“Fang, stay still!” Boomerang order, snapping Mirage back.

Mirage turned back to Fang, still shaking his brothers off trying to blindly bolt over to her. He knelt down, and held Fang down firmly to the ground.

“You getting killed isn’t going to help her,” Mirage stated sharply.

Fang stopped, but his panting showed he still had fight in him.

“Fang,” Hardwire pat his helmet, “she’s covered, she’s safe for now. We just got to push these guys back, and then we can get her.”

“They’ll need evac,” Boomerang turned his focus back to Juliette across the way. “Must’ve blew out her hearing.”

“That’s not good,” Hardwire whispered. “Not good at all.”

“Obviously,” Cooper muttered.

“No!” Hardwire barked, “remember when she rescued Cosmos. She was several klicks away and still heard him.”

“She probably heard someone else…” Cooper quietly correctly.

Fang kicked his ankle, “her hearing is better than all of ours!”

Mirage turned back to her, “I’ll get her.”

“No.” Hardwire grabbed his arm, “just wait.”

“Keep firing!” Coyote ordered, “get those droids out of the city!”

Mirage shook his head, but aimed his blaster.

Something bumped his back, and a trooper zipped right past them.

Mirage snapped his head to the side, “Shadow?“

He’s fast…

The trooper dodged plasma like it was a regular old food fight on Kamino, and slid across the ground to behind the wall with Mick.

“Remind me to tell him he did a good job,” Hardwire ordered, “after I discipline him.”

Boomerang let out a sigh of relief, “Shadow has her, Fang.”

Shadow dragged her to Mick—who held her against him—then got low. Slowly, crawling close to the ground, Shadow inched his way back to Buck.

Mirage sighed, as Shadow shook his head and went back to them.

Buck was dead.

****

The ringing continued despite how tightly Juliette covered her ears.

Mick held her to his chest, his hand over her’s to help block out every other noise.

But it did nothing for whatever was wrong with her ears now.

Shadow slid her helmet over. Gently, Mick placed it over her head and sealing her back into the soundproof casing.

It did nothing to help.

She closed her eyes, and just shut down.

#caribou stories #caribou ocs #caribou originals #star wars #star wars the clone wars #952nd #juliette trix #commander hardwire #fang #coyote #cosmos #tracks #sergeant cooper #boomerang #arc trooper mirage

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theabominableblogger · 3 years

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"Mourn Me" with Ahsoka and Obi-Wan!

[Before the time jump in TCW 7x12]

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Obi-Wan appeared on the console, his hands tucked into the long billowing sleeves of his Jedi robes. Ahsoka began to open her mouth to say something when the transmission began. She then realized that the look on Obi-Wan’s face was not of relief but of something far worse. His eyes were narrowed and his tone was serious as he spoke.

“This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I regret to inform you that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning to any surviving Jedi: trust in the Force. Do not return to the Temple. That time has passed and our future is uncertain. Avoid Coruscant.”

Rex glanced over at Ahsoka, who shook her head with silent denial.

“Avoid detection. Be secret… but be strong. We will each be challenged: our trust, our faith, our friendships. But we must persevere and, in time, I believe a new hope will emerge. May the Force be with you always.”

The message faded. Ahsoka slumped against the hull of the ship, gripping the frame with a death grip. Her shoulders hunched as she began to absorb her former grandmaster’s words. Rex placed a hand on the back of her shoulder and closed his eyes. He remained silent, stunned.

“They’re gone. Everyone’s… gone.” Ahsoka murmured

“What about General Skywalker?” Rex asked softly.

Ahsoka shook her head and closed her eyes, placing her hand to her aching temple. She reached out into the starry cosmos with the Force and searched for her former master. Her shoulders trembled and her mind began to blur.

“I… I can’t sense him.” Ahsoka whispered, opening her eyes. She turned toward Rex tearfully. “Rex… he’s gone.”

Rex took a small step backwards. His eyes glimmered with tears as he turned back toward the ship console. Shaking his head, he reached his gloved hand in to bring up the transmission again.

Ahsoka didn’t want to watch the transmission again but she found herself turning toward Obi-Wan. His expression just seemed to grow sadder and sadder, his blue green eyes piercing her soul. He had seen far more travesties than she ever had and now it seemed that he was a personal witness to the worst crime imaginable. Worse than when he returned from his failed rescue of Duchess Satine, worse than when he watched Ahsoka push her padawan beads back into Anakin’s outstretched hand and walked away from the Jedi Order.

Ahsoka blinked and looked away. “Why do I feel like this war meant nothing in the long run?”

Rex bowed his head. “You’re not alone on that…”

Ahsoka looked over at her friend, who winced. She felt the pain from him blossoming like a beam of sunlight. In that moment, he felt as if he had grown hundreds of years older on the spot. The former commander looked back at the graveyard before him. “What do we do now?”

She never liked being alone. The long months she spent wandering around Coruscant after her expulsion were painful. Ahsoka could recall all the times she found herself gazing up at the sky, at the thought of Jedi racing across planets to bring justice. The absence of adrenaline that would fill her lungs as she led clone troopers across a battle field was relaxing but empty. She thought back to Trace and Rafa, who scowled at the new Jedi protocols. To Rex, who had tried to kill her mere hours ago.

The Jedi had become blind.

Then there was Maul, who operated in his own nexus. He who rose to power right under everyone’s noses in a under a year, ten years after his time. He was blind but in his own hate, projected his miserable loneliness onto her in the throne room. Alone.

She thought back to Anakin, who first sat down next to her on Christophsis and claimed her as his apprentice. Who told her that her focus determined all that she did. In hindsight, that was wonderful advice for a small meek Padawan.

Ahsoka Tano shook her head and took a deep breath. “We stay hopeful.”

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The former Jedi Master relaxed against his eopie as the campfire danced in front of him, entrancing him with its bright orange tendrils. The large animal behind him let out a groan and rested its head on the sand. Its ribbed, pink-grey girth rattled against his back as it slowly went to sleep.

Obi-Wan Kenobi wiped at his dry eyes and sniffed, tugging his dusty brown robes closer to himself. A thin stick, which dangled from his rough fingers, poked at embers that tried to tumble away. He could not help but watch the wood crackle and spit sparks and the lighting oil trickle down onto the charred sand.

It reminded him of the lava on Mustafar. Even trying to add to the fire reminded him of Anakin engulfed his flames. His dear friend, brother in arms, wasting away on the charred beach surrounded by lava. Obi-Wan would never forget how that pair of sunken, dark, Sith yellow eyes quickly turned from utter pain to vehement rage within one terrible heartbeat. How he failed to see his former apprentice truly until it was far too late.

It was like watching a trapped, wild animal.

The moment he left Mustafar, Obi-Wan could not sense anyone left. Anakin’s presence in the Force felt like a dying light. He could not even sense Ahsoka. Only darkness.

Obi-Wan felt his eyes close and he sat forward, cradling his cheek in his hand and letting his mind run in grief.

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