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necrophatic · 1 year

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He protecc, he attacc, but most importantly, he make ventress leg snacc

#wolfpack #star wars #clone wars #commander wolffe #clone wolffe #plo koon #general plo koon #doodle #asajj ventress #ventress #dad koon

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suck-a-egg · 1 year

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Plo Koon: I think the problem is that there is no problem

Some random natborn: Your commander barks

Plo Koon: Our whole squad barks

#tcw #the clone wars #star wars clone wars #incorrect tcw quotes #incorrect star wars #incorrect star wars quotes #incorrect clone wars quotes #plo koon #tcw plo koon #jedi master plo koon #general plo koon #clone commander wolffe #tcw wolffe #clone trooper wolffe #cc 3636 #wolf pack #plos bros

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dukeoftheblackstar · 8 months

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Lazy Headcanons (feel free to share yours)

I really like the idea of lazy headcanons for muses. It can be intimate or just their plain guilty pleasure wherein nothing (apart from work and emergencies) would ever pry them off it.

Plo Koon:

Plo Koon's thirst for knowledge is probably as thirsty as I am for him (and puzzles). If he's down with a good book that's really got him hooked of something his centuries of season haven't stumbled across, he's not above having to raise a finger and make you wait till he finishes the last remaining pages or just so until he can reread the section of that got him really hooked or confused.

I'd like to think Plo (at least my version of Plo) is also into puzzles and board games like chess, checkers, game of the generals (kekekke) and such. He's got about 1238912839128391 ways to make a move but would ponder so heavily on that one killer shot and wouldn’t really pay much attention to you but wouldn acknowledge your presence with "Mmmms...." and "I see."

This isn't much of a headcanon because it is canon when he handed of C-3PO to Wolffe.

He'd happily pass having you entertained by someone else if he's not interested or if he's about to indulge in some solo-reading bonanza or would rather not be interrupted on any of his personal wind-down activities.

Meditation is a must for our Baran Do Sage Master Jedi short King ♥ I HC that he'll write a note over the door of his chambers just so his boys know not to invite him in the usual 104th foolishness at least for the day. No sign means they're welcome to barge in (hopefully not as this worries Plo so much that his boys will eventually ingest so much Dorin gas they'd get sick. But has not the heart to lock up because boys are like cats clawing at the door when Buir has been in there far too long) while sign means Wolffe has to have extra headaches today.

Plo Koon requires little management when it comes to nourishing himself because he's tapped so much into the force it basically nourishes him. But in times when he can actually indulge in consuming food, he really savors and enjoys it. Given he does this in his private chambers, but who's to say he's not doing it all soaked in a bubble bath with scented candles and some good tunes? ♥

He has an old phonograph-like device handed down from generations to generations. A Koon phonograph from his father's father's father's.

And in the event that the Wolves are indeed persistent (as there is no 'Meditating on-going sign') and are so adamant to check on whether Plo Koon is still alive, he will do little to no protest and just be in his tub with a tray over, Dorin delicacies with his mask off and assure the boys that he is not depressed, sad, troubled, annoyed at them, ill, or anything apart from his best self.

He does this in his most very tired dad-voice and is all "Yes, yes, Commander Wolffe, I am unharmed. I simply wish to eat my dinner in peace." He sighs as the rest of the Wolves puff up trying to not inhale Dorin gas and Wolffe tries, tries, to do the same.

Comet passed out on the floor and Sinker and Boost about to panic and sound the alarm.

Warthog quietly picking a morsel from Plo's plate.

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mandogab · 1 year

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“Look on the other side, Wolffe. We will have a little puppy in our Pack,” Sinker continued, not giving up.

“We already have a puppy,” Wolffe sighed, rolling his eyes.

“I'm not a puppy!” Comet shouted, appearing from the bottom of the tent. “Stop calling me that.”

“This is hard,” Boost laughed. “You act like one of them.”

#Commander Wolffe #seargent sinker #corporal comet #clone trooper boost #wolfpack #plo koon #plo's bros #Plo'buir #baby girl is a puppy #sinker found baby like a waxer #general plo koon #plo and wolfpack

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bleedinknight · 2 years

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Watching Clone Wars with my kid.

It's tht episode in S6 where Ahsoka is framed.

We see transport shuttles take off.

There is Plo koon and The Wolfpack.

So I go, ' Here comes the Dad!'

Then comes the transport with Anakin and the 501st.

And I went, 'and the Daddy!'

I have disappointed my kid. (He is 7. He didn't get it. ❤️) But if he remembered it after he is grown up...

#sw #star wars: clone wars #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #general plo koon #obi wan kenobi #just disappointed in myself #dishonour on me #dishonour on my whole family #dishonour on my cow #i hope the kid forgets #i hope Tumblr dies before he gets on here.

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arcsimper5 · 8 months

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Do you think Plo Koon's mask also has a translator inside it which makes his language understandable in basic?

Because being rather reptilian/insectoid in appearance, I assume that their main method of communication is probably screeching and clicks, rumbles and vibrations.

Also because:

Plo: ... and once Wolffe, Sinker and I give the signal, we will... *mask crackles, unintelligible screeching noises*

*Plo stops talking, adjusts his mask and tries again*

Plo: *more screeching*

Shinies: *horrified whimpering*

Plo: *sad eyes at Wolffe*

Wolffe: *rolls eyes* The General is having translation issues. What he said was 'once we give to signal, you are to advance and rendezvous with us at the marked co-ordinates'. Understood?

Plo: *gentle clicking noises*

Wolffe: And... *sighs* he says he's proud of us.

Everyone else: *stunned silence*

Plo: *soft screech*

Wolffe: *glaring at him* Really, General? Do I have... Ugh, fine. And the General says he... loves us... *blushes furiously*

Plo: *delighted clicking noises*

#tcw #star wars the clone wars #star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #plo koon #star wars headcanon #commander wolffe #the wolfpack #Wolfpack tcw #General Plo

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gffa · 1 year

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Star Wars Battles | illustrated by Andreas Bazylewski

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #mace windu #plo koon #aayla secura #general grevious #moff gideon #long post

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arctrooper69 · 1 year

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hiii! i just found your hurt/comfort dialog prompt list you had tagged and i'm such a sucker for that kind of stuff. could you please do prompt 34. "you're covered in blood, need to tell me something?" with wolffe? maybe even a little bit of prompts 20 and 35 from the the hurt/comfort sprinkled in there too? i absolutely adore your work and your such a fantastic writer, i look forward to everytime you post, and you do such a beautiful job on your writing that i can't wait to read this once it is done (if you decided to do it) . feel free to change it how you want, and thank you for taking time out of busy day to read this. love you <333

Hey! I'm so glad you've been enjoying my work! Sorry it took me awhile to get this out to you. I had so many ideas for it but I couldn't decide what I wanted to do. Hope you enjoy it! 😁

Prompt# 20: "How long did you think that you could hide that?"

Prompt# 34: "You're covered in blood, need to tell me anything?"

Prompt# 35: "It's just a headache, I'm fine."

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Love is a Battlefield

The new General doesn't want to ask for help. Commander Wolffe does so anyway.

Warnings: Blood. Angst. Battlefield scenes. Hurt/Comfort.

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"Okay, today officially sucks." You grumbled under your breath, cursing whatever cosmic Force led you to be in your current state. Groaning you dragged yourself back over the ledge and collapsed in the mud. Everything hurt. Your clothes were stiff with dried and drying blood and at this point, you weren't sure if it belonged to you or to those damn splox who's nest you'd fallen into. Probably both.

Ok, now to find the rest of the company. You were sure that you hadn't strayed too far from the battlefield when you'd been drug off by battle droids and thrown from a cliff in the resulting fight. But hey, at least you took them down with you. You thought, cracking a smile. Master Plo would've been proud. On the other hand, you frowned, you had gotten separated from everyone else - so maybe not so much.

You drew a sharp breath between your teeth. A burning, grating feeling radiated from your side as you stepped over a rock and nearly fell to the ground. You paused for a moment to let your tunneling vision focus again, fighting back the urge to throw up. Maybe some of the blood was actually yours. The trek back to camp was going to take much longer than you expected.

Good. Maybe that would give you time to mull over the conversation you'd had yesterday morning with the commander of you battalion.

You were sure it was the reason that Commander Wolffe was ignoring you earlier today.

***

You'd chosen to continue on with the battalion after Master Plo had received an urgent message from the Council, recalling him from the field. Wolffe disagreed.

"You're injured!" He snapped, more forcefully than intended.

You sighed rolling your eyes. "It's just a headache. I'm fine. You know I've had worse, Commander." It was more than a headache, probably a concussion due to the nausea and dizziness that currently plagued you. But he didn't need to know that.

Wolffe pinched the bridge of his nose.

"General, I saw that spider droid fling you halfway across the battlefield. Can you at least go to medical to get checked out? I need you-" He froze, then coughed quickly, trying to pass off his slip-up as though he'd been interrupted mid sentence. "We. We need you. Your men need you at your best, general."

He coughed again and quickly left the room, leaving you frozen in place.

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Did he really say that? You replayed his words in your head over and over again.

"I need you."

You couldn't deny that it had shaken you. You couldn't deny that it had hit you in such a way that made your whole body tingle and flood with warmth. As much as you tried to suppress it and convince yourself it was nothing, you had found yourself staring at the Commander a lot recently. The way he confidently carried himself, the subtle spark in his eye, the way he cared for his men even though he hid it behind that abrasive and sarcastic front - it was all so perfect. So attractive. So him.

No, he couldn't have meant it like that. You were his superior and even more importantly, you were a Jedi. No attachment allowed. He definitely couldn't have meant it like that. It was simply a slip of the tongue. He felt nothing for you and you felt nothing for him. You told yourself that your infatuation wasn't real. Commander Wolffe was a good solider and your fondness for him was simply a professional sense of pride. That's all.

Distant voices interrupted your brooding. Several clone troopers were searching high and low, calling out for someone but you didn't quite catch the name.

"Who are we looking for?" You walked up to the trooper closest to you. His shiny white armor was streaked with mud and ash - one of the new guys. Splash, they'd christened him on account of the puddle of mud he'd landed in immediately after jumping from the gunship into the field. It was hard to believe you'd only been here for three days. It felt like three years.

"We're looking for the General!" He explained hurriedly, hardly giving you a side glance.

Your heart dropped. Surely not Master Plo. Had he not left for Coruscant after all? Your hero and former master had seemed invincible ever since he'd chosen you to be his Padawan.

"General Plo Koon?" You asked hesitantly.

Splashed grunted as he stepped over a log. "No, the other one."

A wave of relief washed over you. You could've laughed out loud if your head wasn't so cloudy. Your side screamed with every step. You took a shallow breath, trying to ground yourself.

I am one with the force and the force is with me. I am one with the force and the force is with me.

Supplementing with the force wouldnt last long and it was draining, but it was better than the agony you'd been in. You took a deep breath, allowing the pain to become a whisper and looked back up at the clone.

"Well you found her!" You joked.

"What?" He stood up looking confused. Then he looked over at you.

Splash straightened up upon realizing that he had indeed found the General. He was glad he was wearing his bucket because he could feel his face turning red with embarrassment. He scrambled stiffly to attention. "Uhm, sorry Sir. I mean Ma'am. Uh, General." He stuttered, trying to compose himself. You chuckled, wincing as the movement pulled at your wounded side. Splash looked alarmed as if he'd just realized that his General was covered in blood. "Are you injured, Ma'am?"

You grit your teeth to hide the pain. "No, I'm fine, thank you. I believe it all belongs to the splox that I killed. Fell into a nest of em."

He looked at you, unsure if you were being serious or not, trying to recall if the regulation manuals told him what to do in a situation like this.

"We should probably make our way to medical, all the same." He concluded. "Just to be safe. Get you checked out and all." He offered his arm.

You shook your head. "No that's alright. They're much too busy right now, seeing as the battle has just ended."

"Well I'm sure..."

You put a hand up to stop him. "It's fine, Splash. I can take care of myself. Let's worry about making our way back to camp."

"Of course, General."

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You made your way back to camp and bid Splash a farewell. Exhausted, you yawned and slowly made your way back to your tent, passing the Commander's tent on your way there.

"General!" Commander Wolffe sprang to his feet the moment he saw you. "Are you alright, ma'am?"

His eyebrows knit tightly together with a frown. If you didn't know better, you almost thought he looked concerned. Worried even. But that would be stupid. You were reading too much into it. He was simply a solider looking out for the welfare of his commanding officer. That's it. Nothing more.

"I'm good!" You grinned, hoping he didn't notice the way your teeth ground against the pain in your head and now your side.

Wolffe's face became unreadable.

"Just good!?" He growled. "General, you are covered in blood. 'Good' does not even begin to cover it. Do you need to tell me something?"

Yes. I think I'm in love with you.

"No not really." You nonchantly shrugged. "It's not mine. Fell into a nest of those giant splox beetles and had to take em out before they ate me. You know how it is."

Wolffe rolled his eyes. He didn't believe you, but what could he do? He wasn't your superior, he couldn't order you to tell him. He made a note to ask Cody and Rex to let him into the clones-with-stubborn-generals club. He could sure use some advice.

"Could you be anymore bull-headed?" he wanted to yell at you as you left the room, interpreting his silence as the end of that conversation.

Wolffe groaned in frustration. Why did he care so much? Why did the thought of you being wounded send waves of terror cascading through his core. You were acting strange, subtly walking as though every step sent agony shooting through your body thinking nobody would notice. He noticed. He wanted to pick you up in his arms and bandage your wounds. He wanted to softly kiss each scar on your skin.

You were a good leader. He understood wanting to be tough, wanting to be strong for the soldiers under your command. If he was honest with himself, he did the same.

You trudged wearily back to your tent, ignoring the pain that was slowly returning to full force with a vengeance as though it was angry at being willed into submission.

You made it a point to avoid medical. The dwindling amount of medical supplies worried you. It was only a matter of time before they would run out if they weren't sent relief. The chief medical officer had drastically downplayed the dire straits the company was in when you asked him. You'd seen the inventory. It was scarce. It wouldn't be right, going to medical right now. Not when you could most likely patch yourself up with the small medkit by your bunk. The clones made up the backbone of the GAR, it was only right that they take priority over you.

***

It was a miracle of the Force that you hadn't passed out by the time you reached the tent. Biting your lip to keep you from making too much noise, you peeled off your shirt to assess the damage, grabbing a towel from the shelf.

You bit back a pained moan and your vision swam as you gripped the edge of your cot to steady yourself. A large gash curled around the side of your chest from the bottom of your breast to your hip. The torn skin bled heavily, quickly turning the towel a crimson red.

This was...not good.

The com chirped, making you jump. You felt dazed and exhausted. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath before answering the com. Sergeant Sinker's brisk voice echoed from the device.

"General, the clankers are moving in from the North. They've engaged the front and the 501st is calling for aid. What are your orders?"

Your men needed you. Who were you to ignore them? What kind of leader would you be if you sent them off while you stayed behind. "A good leader leads by example" Master Plo always said. You were tired of the animalistic way the clones were treated - as if they were only droids or worse. You would be there for your men, fighting right up front beside them. Right beside Commander Wolffe.

You lit up the com. "Proceed with the request, Sergeant. I'll be there shortly."

You looked at the medkit. Well, so much for that. You quickly taped up the wound and slapped some bacta treated gauze on it. Then you quickly changed your clothes, willing yourself to ignore the nauseating pain. You steadied yourself with a hand on the wall before wiping the cold sweat from your clammy skin. You tried to breathe, once more closing your eyes in meditation once again squashing down the pain. The show must go on. The General must lead her men into battle.

***

General Skywalker was right to call for aid. The Separatist forces were throwing everything they had at you. You jumped over the guns of a tank, slicing through the controls to disable it. Droid after droid came at you from all sides and you cut them down. If only the Commander could see you now in all your glory.

An explosion knocked you off your feet, wrenching you from your stupor. Pain surged through your body as you pushed yourself to your feet. The continuous onslaught of enemy forces wasn't so fun now. You began to realize just how tired you were. Trying to catch your breath felt as futile as swimming in honey. Your mind felt sluggish and your arms felt like lead. A B2 took aim and fired. You saw him fire and raised your saber to block but it was a fraction of a second too slow and the blast hit your shoulder. Kriff. You hit the ground hard, letting the awful, searing pain wash over you. You wanted to close your eyes. You wished you could just rest. Just for a moment.

Your eyes flew back open. No. The men need you. Get up. Shakily you forced yourself to your knees and onto your feet. One more time. You knew this was abusing the force but it was for an honorable reason. Right?

I am one with the force and the force is with me. I am one with the force and the force is with me. Pain is temporary. Accept it simply as a signal sent by the body. Accept the pain. Respect it. Don't fight it. Ask your body to begin to heal.

You let out a feral scream, pouring every last ounce of energy and willpower into your prayers, knocking back an entire wave of droids. And then you felt nothing.

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My head. The first thing you noticed upon regaining consciousness was the skull splitting headache that you could almost feel radiating down your entire body. It felt as though someone was spearing red hot needles through your eyeballs, twisting them through the many sections of your brain. The pain made you nauseous.

An agonized wheeze drifted from your lips as you tried to raise your hands to cup your face. When did my arms get so heavy? Pain shot through your side and shoulder as you tried to move. Panic gripped you when you couldn't.

"Ah kriff," a gruff voice cursed. "Hey! General. General, it's okay. Calm down. You're safe." You'd know that voice anywhere - it was the only clear thing that cut through the haze of pain. Commander Wolffe.

He barked a command at someone and after a few minutes the pain had loosened it's claws. It wasn't much but it was better than before.

"What do you need, General? Are you still in pain?"

"Lights," you managed to groan. Even that took too much energy and you desperately hoped that you wouldn't be sick in front of the Commander.

Wolffe immediately jumped from his chair, quickly shutting off the lights. That helped some, but not much. It still felt like your head was being lobotomized by a pickaxe. Your side and shoulder felt like they'd been broken off and trampled by a bantha. A bantha that was on fire maybe.

"You are so kriffing stubborn, you know that!?" Wolffe growled. Seeing you wince, he lowered his volume but continued with the hard and bitter tone.

"How long did you think you could hide that!? Hmm?" He motioned to your side.

"You almost died yesterday." He said, softening his voice ever so slightly.

Wolffe looked tired. His eyes were sunken and even his cybernetic one had a dark shadow beneath it. He looked like he hadn't shaved or showered since the battle. His grey armor was still scuffed up with dirt and grime. A small bacta patch adorned his right eyebrow.

You looked away, shame burning at the corners your eyes, adding to the overwhelming pressure in your head. You failed him and now he hated you. You turned your head away from him wincing at the pain but you couldn't bear to have him see the tears that rolled down your cheeks.

"Look at me." A command. He didn't have the authority to give you a command, but you felt compelled to comply all the same. Hastily wiping your eyes in a futile attempt at seeming alright, you turned towards him. Your breath caught as he wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulling it from your face.

"Stop kriffing pretending that you're okay." Still a command, but this one felt softer. His voice still held the rough, bitter edge that defined him so well but as you met his eyes, they held an uncertain gaze of vulnerability.

"Your men need you alive. They care about you, General." He paused, pacing back and forth in the dark room. He came to a stand still by the foot of your bed, refusing to meet your gaze, as though he had something he wanted to say. Finally he took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

"Oh kriff it." He snapped. "I care about you, damnit!" He shook his head and began to pace again, the anger returning to his visage.

"General Plo said you could've died." He spat. "He said that you had spread yourself so thin, used up so much energy that you could've killed yourself. Do you..." He cut himself off and took another breath, clenching his fists tightly. "Do you know what that would've done to this company. Do you know what that would've done to me!?"

There was fire in his eyes when he looked back up at you. "It would've killed me too."

You lay there in your bed staring at him - shocked at this outburst. What was he saying? That he cared for you? That he loved you? That he thought about you as much as you thought about him?

"I.." you began softly.

"No. I'm not done."

You shut your mouth.

"General, when you came back to camp covered in blood, I had to restrain myself from throwing you over my shoulder and taking you to medical myself. I knew something was wrong but I trusted that you knew what you were doing. It was the same when I saw you collapse yesterday. It took everything in me not to race to your side."

He shook his head, disappointed in himself, and angry with you. "I should be holding the line with my men, not babysitting my General!"

You stared blankly ahead, letting his anger wash over you. So that's how he saw you. That solves one problem, you tried to convince yourself. It was good that he didn't reciprocate your feelings. That made it easier to cleanse yourself of any feeling of attachment. But then why didn't hurt so bad? Why did it feel like a part of your soul had been sawed away? Wasn't letting go of your emotions supposed to bring you peace? This crushing weight of disappointment and heartbreak was anything but peace.

The room was quiet save for the beeps and whirs of the medical equipment around you. The silence felt deafening. Then finally Wolffe let out a sigh.

"I'm....sorry..." The words dragged themselves reluctantly from his mouth.

You didn't respond.

The bed buckled slightly as Wolffe sat down on the edge. He tentatively rested a hand gently on your back, expecting you to recoil or stiffen under his touch. His eyebrows shot up in surprise as you leaned into his touch instead.

He sighed, rolling his neck. "Look," he began awkwardly. "I'm not good at this kind of thing so I'm just going to be honest with you. I..." He stopped. You turned your face towards his. He took a breathe, not daring to make eye contact. "I think I'm in love with you. Kriff. No, I know I'm in love with you."

You gasped, the dam broke and tears began to stream down your face.

Wolffe jumped up, startled and clearly embarrassed. "I...I mean... I... I didn't mean..." The normally confident Commander stumbled over his words in a shameful horror.

"No," you sobbed. You felt so relieved. Everything felt right again. "You didn't do anything wrong." He looked down at you, eybrows knitted upwards in confusion. "Then why..." He motioned to your tearful face.

"Because I love you too and I was afraid that you hated me. I was afraid that everyone would see me as a terrible General. And also my everything hurts and..." you sobbed, "...and I love you so much."

Wolffe looked down at you with amusement and a strange softness took hold of his features - a foreign look for his usually serious demeanor.

"You look nice when you smile," you whispered with a small grin. "But you can go back to frowning if that's more comfortable for you."

Wolffe rolled his eyes as he settled down in a chair beside your bed. "You should get some sleep, General." Back to his serious old self again but he kept that twinkle in his eye. Only for you. he thought.

"I'll be right here when you wake up."

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veny-many · 9 months

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Plo: My knee doesn't feel like before. Guess this is what I have to consume to be living this long ages.

Wolffe: You have a problem sir? Sit for a moment!

Boost: Yes, and we have cozy blankets for your knees!

Sinker: Just come to medbay and we will always be there if you need!

Plo: My boys....

*meanwhile*

Mundi: My back aches.

Bacara: It's because you cereans all have back problem because of that head. Don't complain about the things we can't change.

Mundi:

#star wars #the clone wars #plo koon #commander wolffe #ki adi mundi #commander bacara #yes i learned that cerean often have back problems bc of their big brains #mundi: My back!#bacara: no one cares #plo: my-#wolfpack: MY GENERAL IS IN DANGER HELP HIM #my crack

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coconuts-are-mammals · 1 year

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So this fine individual said something about the Bad Batch animating bloopers like they did with older Pixar movies, and that got me thinking about what a Clone Wars blooper series would look like

The Jedi:

- Obi-Wan trips. Constantly. It’s a hazard, and has cost the studio probably about eighty hours, if all the bloopers were to be added together. He also drops things 24/7, and Cody, who, if he isn’t in the scene, always darts out of the camera man place to pick the stuff up before vanishing.

-Anakin can never get his lines straight. He says things like ‘You republicans are no match for us seperatists- wait’. He mutters his lines a lot as well, and he’s almost never satisfied with the end result of the recordings. He makes weird faces, too. He’s new to this.

-Ahsoka is.... well, Ahsoka. She breaks things CONSTANTLY. It became an established rule to never let her out of sight EVER early on during Season 1. She enjoys pranking the actors as well, which a certain parental someone totally doesn’t condone.

-Kit Fisto is always doing Kit Fisto things. He has, on multiple occasions, stepped on camera in a nightdress holding a bagel and a cup of tea. During interviews, he’s constantly spoiling things, and typically, Mace has to join him, because spoilers would have to be waterboarded out of him.

-Mace Windu is always going off script in the most nonsensible yet perfect ways, to the point where the director has considered letting him do his own thing and seeing how that would end up. The director has tried that once, but it was so hilarious and there was so much swearing that they couldn’t keep it in (unfortunate).

-Plo Koon sleeps. Quite a bit. If anyone turns their back for more than a minute, he’s curled up behind some obscure prop taking a nap. He fell asleep once when he was supposed to be acting unconscious, and during a climactic cinematic fight scene someone trips over him and breaks his rib. He is very proud of this, because it was the first injury (first of many) to be had on set.

-Shaak Ti can hardly stop herself from laughing whenever she’s in scenes. She’s an excellent actor, but when around her close friends, she just can’t stop herself from bursting out into a laughing fit. Either that, or little snorts can occasionally be heard from her place in the Council Room. Also, like Ahsoka, she loves pranks. She once hid a woopie cushion under Mace’s chair in the Council Room. After he had brushed with a heart-attack, he laughed for fifteen minutes, his record.

The Clones:

-Cody always memorizes his lines. He’s perfect. The best. He likes to scold Rex when he can’t get his lines right. He is, surprisingly, English, but he does an excellent American accent. He once let go of his orderly self for a season and a half, because he and Obi-Wan were doing an elaborate prank that they were dating, which fooled everyone. Since then, it has been accepted that they are, in fact, dating, and everything since then has been an illusion. They even had a ‘wedding’. Satine, Obi-Wan’s wife, was the one who took the role of the Priest.

-Rex curses. Profusely. There’s been a gag ever since Season 2 that whenever he’d curse, everyone would shout ‘LANGUAGE.’ Initially, it was just Cody who did this, as he would also always cup Ahsoka’s ears because she was too precious to hear such words. Was. Now, they fear they may have another Rex on their hands since she’s older.

-Fives knocks stuff over a lot. He also always goes off script, and doesn’t always have the intention of making it seem in character, which has led to some pretty hilarious stuff. He loves pranks, and often teams up with Hardcase to do them. He once covered the set of Krell’s office in tiny rubber ducks. And yes, they were all glued.

-Hardcase is a little prankster. Well, not little. He has done such elaborate pranks that he actually got an award for it. One of those includes the time he yelled ‘INCOMING’ and was rammed into a defective camera that was about to be destroyed with a shopping cart. He has been assigned ‘destroyer of defective cameras and whatnot’ since. He also once stole Dooku’s tea, and the dear Count spent an entire day hunting down the culprit. Two things have changed since then; Dooku now keeps his tea in a vault and Hardcase is afraid of Dooku.

-Echo mixes up lines quite often as well. He studies scripts intensely and tries his hardest, but he still gets them wrong because he has a crappy memory. During scenes where he has on his helmet, he has only his right side available because his left is occupied by the script. Because of this, he whispers into the ears of Anakin and Fives when they forget their lines. He does this often.

The Seperatists:

-Asajj is very well-humored, to the pain of her evil peers. She’s good friends with Shaak Ti, and the two are menaces. Many woopie cushions have been sat on, and many horns have been blown. She’s convinced that Dooku is a vampire, so she once threw garlic at him during a fight scene. ‘Always distract your enemies,’ she says.

-General Grievous hits his head constantly. He also trips over his cape, much like Obi-Wan, which is how they initially became friends. Sometime during the fifth season, the director noticed that all the Lightsabers were missing. He was then sent an out of context image of Grievous’s closet, which consisted of an immense pile of Lightsabers. He steals them every chance he gets, and is hellbent on getting Maul’s lightsaber, but he never lets it out of his sight. He often teams up with Asajj to steal lightsabers as well.

-Dooku was tired of the cast (in a good way) the moment he laid eyes on them. He ran out of *immature bleep* to give a while ago. He’s the ‘victim’ of many, MANY pranks and whatnot. One of these included Anakin and Ahsoka placing bets on how long they could lurk behind the Count and mime him until he noticed. Ahsoka managed this for ten minutes before the Count ‘nearly killed her’ with an unfortunately placed hand movement.. Anakin went an astounding twenty before Dooku tripped over him to get out of the scene.

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xxxcertifiednerdxxx · 1 year

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What if Wolffe and Fox tried to convince Cody to change his name to Coyote so they could all have canum (plural of canis) names (I did minimal research for this but all three of these animals are kind of related). Obviously Cody rejects the idea, it’s ridiculous, and he likes the name he already has.

the Coruscant Guard and the Wolffe Pack both hear about what their commanders are trying to do and get in on the act.

it spreads like wildfire. The 212th immediately like the idea of Coyote, but they mostly want to heckle their beloved brother.

the 501st catch on, and as the affectionately dubbed most annoying and chaotic battalion, they go out of their way whenever they come across Cody to only refer to him as Coyote. Ahsoka and Anakin join in, and Rex does nothing to stop them.

Eventually, in the heat of a battle, Cody tosses Obi-wan’s lightsaber back to him, and Obi-wan calls out “thanks, Coyote!” Cody feels betrayed.

it’s not that Cody doesn’t want to bond more with Wolffe and Fox. He loves his brothers. But he picked his own name and he stands by his choice.

Things get taken too far when Plo Koon suggests that, if Cody were to change his name to Coyote, Plo could adopt him (and Fox and the rest of the Coruscant guard and actually why not the whole 212th?) so he could join the Wolffe Pack and become a member of the canum family, but Obi-wan puts his foot down and is like “NO that is MY CODY you will not take him from here on out he is Commander Cody of the 212th battalion aka Obi-wan’s battalion and if anyone has a problem with that they can talk to my lightsaber”

everyone chills out about the Coyote thing and respects how Cody feels, although he still gets called Coyote here and there, especially by Wolffe and Fox (but they don’t have any hard feelings and understand that Cody doesn’t want to change his name)

Cody and Fox and Wolffe and so many more of their brothers get closer throughout the war and get each other through tough times.

maybe, on the way to Utapau, Cody actually considers changing his name to Coyote

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sun-roach · 11 months

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"I haven't made a promise in over a thousand years but i'm promising you this, if you harm one hair on their head, I will end you all. And I will do so smiling while I bathe in your blood."

~probably Obi-Wan and Plo Koon about the clones

Bonus:

Cody: Sir, please don’t. I would much rather kill everyone myself with my bare hands

Obi-Wan: And what am I supposed to do?

Cody: you can stand there and put the cute in the execute

#commander cody #cc 2224 #obi wan kenobi #plo koon #general kenobi #master kenobi #master plo koon #clone rights #protective bbs #tcw #star wars #sw tcw #incorrect quotes

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bibannana · 10 months

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Ahsoka *smiling*: We are gathered to celebrate the best man I know.

Anakin *preening to Padmé*: This is all for me-

Obi-wan *rolls his eyes*: Obviously you are mistaken, this is about me.