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seth-shitposts · 10 months

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another fic idea I plan on expanding upon

so Alex and I have been throwing this concept back and forth for at least a week or two now, but-

So AU where the war didn't happen. Zeb is a son in an aristocratic family, and the family often has trips and work throughout the galaxy.

One time, they have him take a vacation to go with them. He very much did not want to join, he had too many duties to attend to in the palace. He finally agrees when one of his siblings reminds him of how bored he's been and another says that they're going to Coruscant, which means they'll also be going to the royal orchestra house.

On the first day on coruscant, Zeb still thinks that most of the trip will be boring. That is until a fight breaks out between some security guards and a few scavengers from the lower levels. Zeb is had been warned not to interfere before hand, as it could cause a violation between Coruscant and Lasan. So he observes what was happening and then saw that one scavenger slips away from the scrimmage with whatever was looted from the jeweler store.

He chases this tall, scruffy-look blond through the streets and down a couple of levels. The scavenger passes the bag off to someone else, who goes in the opposite direction, but something tugs Zeb to continue pursuing the person. Besides, he didn't really have any intention of making an arrest or recovering the jewels. He wants some excitement and this scavenger has been throwing taunts at Zeb the whole way down.

He leads Zeb through a maze of alleyways and... to a dead end. Zeb looks up when he hears laughter from above. "Sorry Lasat, it's not your day."

Hissing a growl between his teeth, Zeb launches himself to the wall and scales it, catching up to the scoundrel. "Day's not over yet, buddy."

Something about the spark of determination in the other’s eyes thrills Zeb. The two begin a brawl, and Zeb is impressed with how well the other holds his ground to him. There's a lot of heat in the fight, but no malice. Reminds Zeb of the spars he's had with his fellow guardsmen. It ends all too soon, coruscanti guards quickly making their way down the levels. The human knocks Zeb off his balance and takes advantage of the stumble to make his escape. "It was a pleasure, but I very much don't like prison."

From the spot Zeb lays on the rooftop, he watches as the scavenger salutes him before falling backwards off the roof. In a panic, zeb scambles to the edge, watching as the other falls for just a short while longer before being scooped by a passing speeder. Zeb laughs as the speeder descends deeper into the planet.

And he thinks that his path crossing with the man is just a one time coincidence.

That is, until the night he goes to the ochresta. His family rented a private viewing suite. He's watching the performance when he feels like he heard something down the way. Zeb tells his family he's leaving for some fresh air, not hearing anything other than the sound of something clattering before hurriedly trying to be muffled. Zeb walks past gaurds who don't pay the noise any mind, so it's probably farther away.

Zeb goes down a few floors, to the empty rooms that are kept behind locked doors. Slipping in, Zeb follows much quieter sounds, sounds of humming and tapping, with pained hiss slipping inbetween the melodies.

Zeb swings a door open into a dark storage room, props and old instruments having been knocked down by an open window. Zeb follows the mess until his eyes quickly meet the scavenger from earlier, stating at him like a deernny in headlights.

And they just stare at each other for a moment. Zeb's eyes fall to where his hands are, wrapping a very injured knee with bacta bandages. Panic sinks into the scavenger's eyes as he looks between Zeb and the window, as if trying to calculate how the kriff he's going to make it to the window without getting grabbed. Zeb quietly closes the door and walks closer to the other slowly.

"Lovely night for the orchestra, eh?"

The other looks Zeb up and down, cautiously continuing his piss-poor medic work. "Yeah... they're playing stuff from Lothal all week. Very lovely." His eyes never leave the other.

Zeb rolls his eyes and takes a seat on the crate across from him, next to where his foot is propped up. "Yeah, the arrangement is a set of scores that were composed on the planet." He picks up items from the open medical supplies thrown across the floor. "And you're doin' this wrong. If ya don't splint your knee, this'll heal incorrectly." Zeb holds his other hand out for the roll of bandages.

The scavenger scans Zeb over for a moment, before making a decision and handing the roll to the other. With nothing left to hold, the other grips the edge of the crate he's sitting on.

Zeb works on unwrapping the bandages until he gets to the torn layer of pants that reveal some pretty painful looking discoloration on the human’s pale skin. "With stunts like the one ya pulled yesterday, I can’t imagine how this happened."

The comment pulls a huff of laughter from the other between winces as Zeb uses the splint to support his knee and begin wrapping it.

"I- mm... I would say that my 'stunts' aren't the cause of this, but it was my own fault that I got this injury, so you aren't too far off, actually."

Humming, Zeb rolls a thumb over the final wrap of the bacta, his hold becoming much more gentle than firm now as he helps the other maneuver his leg off the crate. "So if not your acrobatic tricks, how'd you get like this?" Zeb motions to his knee, "I very much doubt one of those guards actually caught you, seeing as how you're not behind bars."

A smile ghosts over his lips as he looks to the wall that separates them from the open room of the orchestra house, music still thundering through despite it. "I'm bad at following orders. I disobeyed a direct order and..."

A mixed feeling of shock and terror washes over Zeb. He’s been warned of many of the horror stories of the lower levels, but... "Your own people did that to you?" Zeb doesn't dare let the question why do you stay slip from his tongue, knowing that it's probably not even an option for the man across from him.

The other man just shrugs, "you really don't want to hear the rest of that story, Princling."

Zeb shakes his head with a frown, "I'm not a prince."

The other gives this smug kriffing smirk as he leans against the tower of supplies behind him. "You're something adjacent to the title. What is your proper title then, hm? What would you like me to call you?"

"Just call me Zeb."

The other tilts his head, the smugness having been short lived. "What’s that short for?"

Zeb crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the tower of crates behind him as well. "How do you know its short for something?"

The other rolls his eyes, "I honestly really don't know much about Lasat or Lasan, but I do know that the language tends to be difficult for most throughout the galaxy to learn and pronounce. I could be very incorrect in saying this, but that probably isn't the full name of a fancy aristocrat such as yourself, Starling."

Zeb breathes out his nose sharply. "That's still more than what most people tend to know. It's Garazeb. My name."

And then the other rolls the name off his tongue, as if he’s said it a thousand times before and Zeb’s breath stops short. "Garazeb. Now that's lovely," a wolf-ish grin breaks over his face.

Zeb swallows hard, ignoring the flick of his ear as his blood rushes to his face. "So what's your name, huh?"

The other's eyes loose their playful tone, smile dropping. "Not important." He moves to stand up, swaying for a moment before catching himself, "don't need to get into any more trouble than I've already gotten myself." He turns to walk toward the window, presumably to make another jump.

"Aye, aye, aye!" Zeb catches his wrist to stop him, but the other flinches from his touch. So instead, Zeb moves to block the path to the window. "You really shouldn't be doing crazy jumps with that knee of yours."

The other frowns as he takes a step back from Zeb, but steps on something he had knocked over earlier and causes himself to lose balance. He winces, or more accurately braces for impact.

Zeb moves in and catches him before he either hits the ground or tries to catch himself on the crates and then hits the ground.

The injured man tries to wrestle out of the hold that saved him. Zeb stands them back up and lets go, placing his hands on his hips but doesn't move away. The other just crosses his arms over his chest as he tries to figure out a new escape. "Well, I climbed up here, didn't I?" He growls out his next sentence, "I can climb back to the hole I crawled out of."

Zeb just rolls his eyes. "You're so intimidating with that injury, you're right, I should cower out of the way so you can break your kriffing neck."

The man chews on the inside of his cheeks as he glares at Zeb. "Fine. If you can figure out a way to smuggle me past the security, I won't scale the building back down. I'll catch a speeder back down."

Shaking his head, Zeb scratches his neck. "And then what? Are you going to stay off that leg until it heals? I very much doubt that."

The other sneers at Zeb, lip curling. "What I do is honestly none of your business. It doesn't affect you one way or the other."

Zeb sighs, he wants to help the other until he's able to move around and take care of himself. He curses Kanan and Hera for instilling such a lack of common sense in him when it comes to helping others.

'Yeah, you don't really have anyone else to blame that one on, buddy,' Zeb can hear Ezra laughing at him now.

"Look, I have a needlessly huge deluxe suite to myself. There's plenty of room. You can stay with me while I'm here so your leg can fully heal."

The other tenses, resisting the urge to take another step back in the cramped space. "No thank you, Garazeb. You've already-"

Zeb flinches as the lights are flicked on, "what's going on here? You two can't be back here."

Both men turn to look at a gaurd standing in the doorway. Zeb glances back at the other, watching as panic fills his eyes but his face goes blank. Zeb pushes a laugh out as he slips his arm over his shoulders and looks back to the gaurd, "Sorry man, we got lost on our way to the food court and my friend here really needed to rest his leg," Zsb motions down to the other's injury, "and I had a hell of a time trying to find a bench." Zeb makes a few clicks of his tongue as he shakes his head. "That's quite a lack of accessibility, honestly."

The gaurd tries to think of something to say, but Zeb is already guiding the scavenger past him. "We'll be on our way now, thank you for your service."

The other allows Zeb to guide him out the building and to a speeder.

#Anyway #This is an idea that'll for sure be in the WIPs #Might be a bit before we start posting it #But it will be comin'#I might get a jump start on it monday #We look forward to this #kalluzeb #alexsandr kallus #star wars rebels #swr #garazeb orrelios #zeb orrelios #Au #the aphelion waltz

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knightprincess · 4 months

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The Mischief of the 501st (Oneshot)

Synopsis: Ever wonder what mischief the boys in blue get up to? Pairing: None Words: Just over 2k Requested by: Im Busy Sleep on Quotev

The war was tough; no one could deny it. If the constant terrors and trauma of the war itself didn't get to those on the front lines, then the traveling from battlefield to battlefield did. Being stuck on the same ships, surrounded by dura steel walls and grated or black shiny floors, greeted with the same colors of hyperspace and the same droids wandering the never-ending halls. The threat of danger looming around every corner, even when on shore leave.

There were some, however, who could brighten even the worst of battles, whether that be by telling jokes, speaking their minds at the most inopportune times, pulling pranks around the halls of the cruisers, or even answering questions with sarcasm. A few could impersonate like no other, whether of their commanding Jedi, random Civvi's or Senators, or occasionally each other. Comet from the 104th was particularly good at impersonating members of the Jedi order, both old and young. There has yet to be another who could beat his impression of Master Yoda. Waxer and Boil could beat the most when it comes to sarcasm. In contrast, Gregor could win over anyone with his flirtatious ways and lack of mind filters. If he thought something, it was guaranteed he would voice it, regardless of whether he ended up offending someone.

The Coruscant Gaurd didn't lack in humor. Although at first look, they appeared serious and as if they didn't know the meaning of fun, that was anything but the truth. Fox and Thorn were always in a playful battle for the grand prize of the best coffee mug. Thire could often be found dancing down the halls, especially on quiet days. Hound was always fussing the massiffs, throwing anything he was sure they would chase, whereas Stone, more often than not, was flirting with the senators or playing pranks on the rest of the guard. There was a tally in the main office to see who tripped over the most when out in the field, and Fox had an assassination plot going, although no one knew if he was serious about it.

But none could beat the 501st, especially for mischievous antics. The 501st were considered among the best troopers the GAR had to offer, alongside the 104th and 212th. Their mischief was almost legendary, even more so when their commanding Jedi, Anakin Skywalker, and his padawan Ahsoka Tano, would join in. It was almost a running joke among the GAR now. Wherever the 501st was, chaos and mischief would be close behind. Their antics away from the battlefield never seemed to fail to draw an eye roll out of Wolffe and get even the grumpiest bar hoppers at 79's to smile. There was no end to their mischief.

If one were to ask Ahsoka what her favorite prank or joke was, she'd always say there were too many to list. Anakin would say the most annoying by far was the helmet switch-a-roo, especially when it happened on the battlefield. Fives and Echo had started it; at first, no one noticed anything was up; both Arc Troopers had continued their duty as the other. But that changed when Obi-wan requested Fives to accompany him for something, and only for whom he believed to be Echo followed instead. Ahsoka had chuckled upon the pair removing their helmets to reveal Fives had indeed followed the instruction given.

Jesse and Kix would often switch helmets, although they did nothing more than that. Tup joined a few times with Hardcase, occasionally with Dogma when the other didn't pay attention. Rex had caught on eventually, although he didn't do anything other than shake his head and continue as normal.

Pranks on each other weren't out of the question, either. A few times, Anakin had walked into the barracks to find blaster holes in the walls and a pair of troopers hiding in the corner. When asked what happened, a list of things was given depending on the troopers. Jesse and Kix said once there was a fly with a bazooka, and Fives and Echo said there was a spider; when asked why they shot at it, both simply replied it had more legs than them. Tup and Hardcase said something about ghosts or some flying creatures, depending on how creative they were that day. Appo had by far been the oddest answer; he didn't say any creature or anything with a weapon, merely stating the force made him do it.

Ahsoka hadn't escaped the chaos either. Normally, the pranks on her were more playful and usually occurred around her birthday and Life Day. They would be silly things, like adding tinsel to her Jedi robes or baubles on the ends of her montrals. Other times, they'd wake her up by singing Happy Birthday or Life Day songs as loudly as possible, normally off-key. If, by chance, they were on shore leave when Life Day or Ahsoka's birthday rolled around, they'd simply com her with the pitchless songs or ask someone with technical skills to hack her communicator and datapad.

Anakin, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. Armor and Helmet Switch-A-Roo were the tame jokes, as were the barracks ones. The troopers of the 501st weren't above playing the long game or roping both Rex and Ahsoka into helping. By far, their longest ongoing prank was the beeping devices. Several of them had been strategically placed, one in his barracks, another in the conference rooms, aboard his ship, in his quarts at the temple, and, of course, at the apartment he shared with Padme. The last of which Padme had placed herself. All the little devices were motion-activated and would send out a medium-pitched beep every few minutes.

The one in the conference room had also gotten to Obi-Wan, Cody, and Mace Windu. The three Jedi had been annoyed by the constant beep, even more so when they couldn't find its source. Cody had been, too, until Rex clued him in on what was happening. From then on, Cody, like Rex, would say he didn't hear anything when asked about the beep. The beep joke had gone on for almost eighteen months before Anakin finally found one of the devices.

Dogma was another who had been on the receiving end of jokes due to his determination to follow all rules and orders. Although the trooper had caught on quickly, it wasn't before he'd asked a few dumb questions to his commanding Jedi. After that, the jokes had been simple ones: hair dye in shampoo, wrapping everything in cellophane and tin foil, and occasionally, they'd gift wrap everything. Plastic cups of water or Jawa juice, all of them glued together to make it impossible to move on without spilling the others.

Dogma would respond in kind, normally by hiding one boot or blaster. Occasionally, on his daring days, he'd wake up after everyone had gone to sleep and put the hand of those who pranked him in a bowl of water before settling to sleep again. He'd always wake up with a grin the following day, especially if there were a round of swearing greeting him.

If you questioned if the other legions were safe from the antics of the 501st, then your answer was no. Fox and the Coruscant Gaurd had been caught so many times that they practically had a warning about it for new shinnies in the main office. Not to mention Jesse, Fives, and Echo had been put in detention so many times the trio had their own cell. The three had been arrested often enough. All Rex had to say when retrieving them was, "I'm here for my Arc Troopers."

Wolffe had been the victim of a few air horn pranks; normally, early in the morning, he'd find the one rigged to the refresher door. Hardcase was normally the one daring enough to slip a whoopee cushion or two in Wolffe's seat at 79's. To say the commander of the 104th had been tempted to throw the culprits from the highest skyscraper was an understatement.

Fives and Echo would also be the first to dare Gregor to do something. The Commando never turned down a dare or a bet, even when the results were disastrous. The flirty Clone had done everything; his favorite was the strip tease on the bar of 79's. Even more so when it had gone down in history, the story was almost legendary among the younger cadets.

Howzer, too, had been on the receiving end of jokes, as had Cody. Both had undergone changes to their armor more times than they could count normally when they were drunk. Thorn of the Coruscant Guard had also been on the receiving end of it. Normally, it was the color being changed. A few times, Cody's had resembled that of Clone Force 99 instead of the sunrise yellow he normally adorned. Howzer's teal normally changed to different shades of green and blue, normally accompanied by random doodles of hearts, smiley faces, cat ears, and anything else the trio of Jesse, Kix, and Tup could think of.

The Jedi weren't safe either, especially the other Padawans, when Ahsoka roamed the halls of the temple. The young Cal Kestis had his hair braided in a way similar to Quinlan Vos; a yellow strip had been carefully pained across his face, too. Caleb Dume had his robes switched out for modified clone armor, referred to as JP-8376, much to the confusion of the young padawan. Others had found their datapads had been tampered with or codes to their rooms had been changed. A few had been on the receiving end of things being glued down or gift-wrapped.

Barris Offee hadn't gotten away either, despite being Ahsoka's best friend. Her lightsaber had been replaced with dummy ones, the names of contacts on her communicator had been changed to random things, her cloak had been dyed a multitude of colors, and she had alarms going off at different hours of the night. Thankfully, the pranks never extended to the battlefield.

The Knights and Masters hadn't gotten away. With help from the clones who had a talent for impersonations. Several Knights and Masters had been set all over the galaxy. Young Knights had been set on wild goose chases around the temple and sometimes the senate building. Older, more experienced knights had been sent off the world or been told their lightsabers or Jedi fighter jets were being recalled for some reason or another. The masters had been convinced Yoda had new assignments for them, only to find the Grand Master and be met with confusion.

It took a while for anyone at the temple to realize Ahsoka and Anakin were behind the many pranks and confusion. Occasionally, they were helped by the Clones and Obi-Wan when he caught on, Plo and Quinlan helped on the occasions they were around during the chaos.

The Senators hadn't been safe either. With the normal culprits of the 501st switching out their blue-painted armor for the red of the Coruscant Guard, they caused havoc in the senate building. Anything from "escorting" senators places only to go the wrong way. Purposely mixing up names or singing the most annoying songs possible. Tripping through doors as a way to impersonate Rex's talent. Conducting random searches for "suspicious items", even causing lockdowns by tripping fire alarms or messing with the security system. They'd rig random alarms to go off at different times and play havoc with the droids around the mushroom-shaped building. By far, the favorite was playing bumper cars with the Senate pods.

No civvies escaped the chaos. If there were racing events happening, it was only a matter of time before the boys of the 501st appeared. Many times, there had been speeder chases or taxi jumping. It's been rumored Hardcase started a cult in the lower levels (although nothing has been confirmed). Poppers had been set off near 79's and other bars around the planet-wide city, and car chases had taken place when the Coruscant Guard had attempted to catch the rowdy lot. Every button on the elevators had been pressed, and trains had become another means of transport to jump to and from.

When the 501st are around, pranks, chaos, and mayhem will follow with havoc sprinkled in. No one is safe from the pranks and jokes the boys in blue pull, especially when Anakin and Ahsoka are around to throw fuel on the burning fire.

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soapsbadart · 4 months

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Star Wars OC!

Sivhania (Siv) Ayli

Species: Sephi

- Siv’s master was a temple gaurd

- Siv was a few months away from her trials when Order 66 happened, she wanted to join the ranks of the Guard and follow in her masters footsteps

- when the war started, her master took an assignment away from Coruscant, bringing Siv with him. He thought the war would hinder her training and wanted her raised away from the battle field so she could better connect herself with the force. So instead of being trained with other padawans, Siv was trained in a remote temple outpost on Falaston

- towards the end of the war her and her master were called back to the temple, so that the council could assess her progress as a padawan learner. It was the first time in years she had been back to the city planet.

- of course disaster struck, and her master was killed. she got away and took his mask with her

- she now spend her days working with The Path, helping bring children of the force to safety and protecting them, the way temple guards before her would have.

- the war against the empire is not her main focus, but if the rebel alliance ever needs her help, they know how to contact her

#star wars #star wars oc #star wars Jedi #Jedi #rebel alliance #jedi oc #temple guard #jedi padawan oc #star wars art #art #original character #star wars original character #order 66

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ace-oreos · 3 months

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i really like how in your coruscant gaurd fic you give fox and thorn so much characterization outside of being formal all the time. like we only ever see them at work in front senators and the chancellor and jedi and they act so proper, i really like having thorn say aha when finding his ration bar. it gives him more depth than most would be willing to do since he really doesn't get any character in teh show

omg thank you!!! I'm so glad that people are enjoying that story - I've been working on the next chapter, and this may be the push that inspires me to finish it. I'm especially glad you enjoyed my characterization of the commanders! I've never written for any of them before so diving in headfirst was a bit of an adventure.

#this made my day #<3 #thank you anon!!

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bamfahsoka · 2 months

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Change of Fate: Ch.5

Summary: You and Palpatine have an unscheduled meeting, and Wolffe and Rex meet up with Cody.

Warnings: No warnings, just good old espionage and treason👍😀 I guess crappy writing could be a warning too though haha😅 I literally just started writing and came up with this in one go, so no planning at all.

The trip back to Coruscant was relatively uneventful. All the troopers who went into surgery had their chips successfully removed with no side effects. You were still suspicious of the Chancellor's motives in ordering you back when both battalions were supposed to be deployed for more than another week. Especially given his interest in Tup. It was unusual of the Chancellor to concern himself with injured troopers or mission reports in general. You had let your men know before stepping foot off the ship that because of what they know, they should not go anywhere alone and never interact with the Chancellor without you there. When the Resolute docked and you and your men were disembarking your ship, it wasn't surprising that you felt the same dark warning in the force. However, what was surprising was that in front of you stood the Coruscant Guard in their red and white armor. The whole 501st stopped immediately behind you, and Wolffe and Rex immediately stepped up to your side. You addressed Commander Fox and the rest of his men, as cordially as you could given the tense atmosphere.

" Good afternoon Commander Fox, may I ask what we did to deserve such an impressive welcoming party."

"General Y/L/N, Chancellor Palpatine has requested a private meeting with you... immediately."

Wolffe, Rex, and the members of Torrent Company tensed.

" I see. Well, he did mention wanting to meet with me once we got back. He isn't wasting any time is he? I do have to ask Commander, is bringing your entire squad necessary to relay this message? A simple comm would have sufficed."

" The Chancellor gave us orders to escort you to his office."

" I see. Well, we shouldn't keep him waiting should we?"

As you stepped forward, with your arms behind your back, you quickly used hand signals to communicate with Wolffe and Rex. Your hand signals displayed: ALERT, OBJECTIVE SAFEHOUSE, PRIORITY TROOPERS. Immediately after you finish, you still your hands and Hound and Grizzer come to cover your back. You stole one last look at Wolffe before you started walking with Fox and the Gaurd to the Senate building.

Once you and the Gaurd were far enough away. Wolffe and Rex turned to the rest of the battalion and ordered them to report to the barracks. Once everyone was in the barracks, the entire 501st went into an uproar, the most vocal, of course, being Torrent Company.

"What the hell, is Fox and the Gaurd doing?! They're treating her like a criminal!" Fives yelled out.

"She shouldn't be alone with the Chancellor, she said it herself that she didn't trust him!" Jesse stated.

" That's enough!!!!" Yelled Rex. "This situation is definitely one of concern, and we will work out a plan. However, the General gave us hand signals before she left that have to be considered. Her hand signals communicated that we should stay alert, initiate operation safehouse, and that the priority should be the safety of the troopers".

There was silence in the barracks and then Tup spoke up. " What's operation safehouse?"

Wolffe stepped up, seething with anger; "Operation Safehouse is a code we established that indicated that something or someone is compromised, and that all information and personelle associated with the mission be relocated to a safe location away from possible hostiles. In this case, the information being the chips that were found and removed from several of you, and the personelle being you yourselves. Also, she indicated the priority was trooper safety, which means she doesn't want you to do anything stupid like try to storm the Chancellor's office in some hair brained rescue attempt. Which will only lead to further confrontation, and make it even more difficult to find evidence of the chips."

"Do you honestly expect us to sit here and do nothing?!" Fives questioned.

"No. I don't" growled Wolffe

..............

You tried to make small talk with the Gaurd, but they are noticeably more on edge than usual.

"If it makes you feel any better, I have no intention of causing you any trouble...Are you boys doing OK? You're not acting like yourselves "

"You don't need to worry about us General" responded Fox in the most monotone tone due to the voice modulator in his helmet.

"I know I don't need to, but that doesn't mean I won't. Believe it or not Commander, there are people who support and care about the clones, including you and your squad."

By the time you were done trying to convince Commander Fox that you actually cared, you were at the Chancellor's door. You were overwhelmed by the intensity of the dark and cold feeling that radiated from the Chancellor's office. You wondered how did any Jedi never question the Chancellor's intentions with this amount of darkness surrounding him. Or was he letting himself be seen by you? What kind of game is he playing?

The sound of Commander Fox's voice brought you out of your thoughts.

" You can go in now" Fox stated plainly.

"Yes, of course" you replied as you entered the office.

In the grand office, the Chancellor stands to greet you when you come in. You bow and reciprocate his greeting pleasantly so as not to make your skepticism too obvious.

"General, I'm so happy you could come see me. "

" Well, I couldn't exactly reject your invitation". You stated with a little more emphasis on 'invitation' than called for.

"Yes, well I know how busy you can be so I wanted to catch you, before you set off on shore leave".

"How considerate of you. Now, if I may ask, what is this meeting really about?" You questioned seriously.

" I just wanted to see how you were healing up, and to see your thoughts on whether this troubled trooper was truly just having a bad day or if it may become a bigger problem."

You immediately understand that he's baiting you, and is trying to get you to tell him how much you actually know. You reinforce your mental shields and ready your response.

"My shoulder is doing well, thank you. I don't think it'll be an issue... Unless you have information that says otherwise. In which case, you would be obligated to share such information with the Jedi and GAR officials, as it would greatly affect the war effort." You stated bluntly.

You knew you were pushing boundaries, and pissing off your primary suspect probably wasn't a great idea, but you needed to stall and try to gather any information of value.

"I would never withold information that could help bring peace back to the people of the Republic".

" Of course not, but if it were to become a problem who would do such a thing? " You asked pragmatically.

" I think you're getting ahead of yourself General, let's focus on what we do know rather than the unknowns". His words came out as smooth as a practiced politician's.

You could tell he was getting close to snapping, and you were also feeling the increasing scream of the force, warning you of impending danger. You knew Palpatine was a force user, there was no way he could project this much force energy, if he wasn't. A thought, a stupid, desperate thought, crossed your mind, and with it a plan that relied on entirely too much luck. You were going to expose the Chancellor as a force user.

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Back in the barracks, Wolffe and Rex contacted Cody as planned. They told him about the chips and that Commander Fox and the full Coruscant Gaurd escorted you to an unscheduled 'private' meeting. Cody was in shock, and agreed that another, more efficient way to detect the chips was needed. He also agreed that the bio chips alone were not enough evidence. They needed a name. They needed to know who authorized the implantation of the chips so they could piece together a strong case to take down whoever is responsible. With Cody's help, Wolffe and Rex were able to get in contact with Clone Force 99, aka the Bad Batch. The task of retrofitting droids and scanners fell into one batcher's skillset in particular, Tech. It was also agreed that your hypothesis of the chips being inserted as infants needed to be pursued. However, the only way to make that happen was by going to the source...Kamino.

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Ahhh okay thank you for letting me know it didn’t go through haha! Here’s the idea again— mainly just wondering what your thoughts are about it, but feel free to take whatever inspires you from it and run with it, if anything does XD I doubt I’ll ever write it but I still like to chat about the idea.

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Fives refuses to leave Echo behind at the Citadel and finds him heavily injured but alive. After all is said and done, Echo is missing his right arm and leg, and is deaf in his right ear due to a fully ruptured ear drum. He is going to be sent back to Kamino to be “reassigned”… or at least that’s what the Kaminoans tell the Jedi. In reality, there’s a 99% chance he’s actually just going to be decommissioned.

Echo is depressed and resigned to his fate, but Fives and Rex refuse to give up so easily. They go to Anakin and tell him the truth of what will happen if Echo is sent back to Kamino, and beg him to stop it. They convince Anakin to help them and he pulls some strings with the Chancellor to get Echo reassigned to the Coruscant Guard instead, as it’s supposed to be an “easy” post.

Spoiler alert: it’s not.

The Corrie Guard are a tight knit group and try to keep their more vulnerable members (which right now, Echo is, as much as he hates it) away from the abusive Senators and citizens as much as they can, but they are not always successful. It’s one such day when Echo and Padmé meet.

Echo has been given the ridiculous task of getting caf for one of the senators, but because of his junky hearing aid, he heard their order wrong. The Senator throws the scalding hot caf at Echo and it short-circuits his prosthetic arm. The Senator is hurling verbal abuse at him the entire time, and that’s what Padmé walks in on.

To say she is furious is an understatement.

She swiftly puts herself between Echo and the Senator, dressing him down with vicious remarks as she barely restrains herself from punching the man’s lights out. After she has left the Senator cowering, she turns back to Echo and helps him out of the senators office.

Once they’re in the hallway, she insists she escort Echo to the hospital, but Echo politely refuses. So Padmé settles for him coming to her office so she can check him over, and she won’t take no for an answer, so Echo relents.

When they get to her office, as she is checking Echo over, she talks about how she will have the Senator expelled from the senate for this. Echo tells her that he appreciates her care, but that will never happen. Padmé is confused, because surely if word spread of the senator’s assault on an innocent guard, the people will rally to have him removed from office?

This is when Echo opens her eyes to the truth of things. No one sees the clones as people. According to the law, they aren’t. They’re property of the Kaminoan government, that’s all.

Padmé is horrified to realize this, and in her mind, a plan begins to form. Externally though, she just tells Echo that she is sorry, and that if he ever needs anything, he can come to her.

From here Padmé starts to offer assistance to the entirety of the Corrie Gaurd, whether that be just her office couch to catch a few minutes of sleep on, or a place to hide from the worse senators. Ultimately, after they begin to trust her, she’d work with them on fighting for clone rights— and Echo will be the face of the campaign. They bond while working together and slowly begin to fall for each other, but feel held back by their duties and roles from confessing to one another.

Not sure what the whole Padmé/Anakin situation would be. Probably Padmé leaving him, but before or after she realizes her feelings for Echo? I don’t know.

Anyway, that’s my idea 😂 would love to hear your thoughts as a fellow rarepair shipper!

I think it's a really fun setup and a fantastic ship! The prompt hits a little too close to home for me, though, I think - I'm disabled in that I can't use one of my arms, and the idea of having a prosthetic and then having it sabotaged like that is kind of triggering to me personally. No shade, though! I could see it being very well-done, and I love the idea of Padme throwing herself into getting full rights for the clones, and especially her and Echo growing into each other that way. ^^

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