NEW OC! their name is soggy or sogs (names courtesy of @circadianx and @calamity-aims, ty both mwah mwah)!! they hate rain and the kamino seas so they wear a rain poncho and actively hate everything about their job.
thank u @queen-breha-organa for letting me borrow ailani’s curl >:]
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🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.
Wip asks :)
Blitz’s hand curls warm and comfortable where she hadn’t first felt it around her waist. “No problem, General.”
[…] He radiates satisfaction when she carefully lowers her head back onto his shoulder. Her montrals curve around the back of his neck and one lek slides over his shoulder, looping where it falls over his thigh. Colt gives her a pleased little twitch of his lips and Shaak looks away so they don’t catch the exasperated slant to her fondness.
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Humming, prepping to record a holo for @leavefoxalone.
“Evening Commander! Hope this message finds you well, sir.
(Beaming) I wanted to let you know that Bongo and I are due to ship back to Coruscant at 2300 hours. Kamino rains delayed our departure a bit, but we should be getting along shortly.
(Rubs back of neck shyly) Wanted to thank you for visiting us on Kamino- it was great having you for those few days (even if your trip did get cut short thanks to senate turmoil).
See you soon, sir! Curly out.”
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i have ummm i have reworked commander lock yet again. born on kamino as a command class trooper, cc-1064, Lock, was among the first command generation, personally trained by alpha class troopers such as alpha-17; pre-war his first assignment was kamino security/kamino guard, where he began to formulate some pretty strong opinions about the war.
in the first year of the clone war he was assigned as the clone commander of fortuna company under general Leonie Luroon, a freshly knighted 17 year old twi'lek Jedi researcher, among the youngest ever knighted. the naturally protective and sternly kind Lock took on a sort of paternal relationship to her despite the fact she was his superior officer; the pacifist, gentle Leonie took well to Lock's guidance.
Leonie's battalion worked in unison with another small battalion, that of her previous Master, Bernardeau Namya. Bernardeau was a charming, intelligent, competitive, devoted, and funny Jedi Master who had previously spent his life as a créchemaster, and who, upon meeting Lock, fell swiftly and surely head over heels for him. The two began a rapid, intense relationship, and were secretly married four months into knowing one another. Lock and Bernie both regarded Leonie like a daughter.
then, one fateful day, while venturing into an ancient sith temple on Felucia to investigate, something terrible happened. lock cannot remember these events with any clarity, but he knows this to be true; Leonie and all of the other men never emerged from that place. Lock, having lost his left leg at the thigh within and having suffered considerable psychological trauma, was reassigned and sent back to Kamino. he took with him the only object he came out of that cave with besides his armor; a sith Holocron which he misidentified as an unusual but intriguing audio recording device.
lock always had an interest in puzzles and riddles- thus, his name- and began speaking to the holocron at night, telling it all his thoughts, feelings, fears, and hopes. this unintentionally imbued the holocron with the essence of his soul. he did not notice this...
anyways, in his placement as commander of draw company, aka kamino guard/kamino security forces, lock drastically altered the way the guard functioned. he allowed them to paint their armor blue, like the ocean, rather than the drab gray assigned to them by the kaminoans; he cared attentively for the babies, cadets, and shinies in tipoca city, and gave leeway to the guard in their otherwise strict and unforgiving life.
Bernardeau still came to see his husband on Kamino whenever he could, returning for supply runs, medical care, and new soldier rotations. They grieved their mutual loss together and, despite the earth shattering heartbreak they both endured, managed to get to know each other in new ways and connect over their loss. They were deeply in love and very committed to one another. Lock kept this relationship secret from everyone, even his beloved guard.
the guard is tasked with some of the worst challenges; they get to see their little siblings grow up, but they are also tasked to take them to their deaths, their reconditioning, their mysterious disappearances. how do you love your siblings knowing you're the one who enforces their control, manipulation? you're the eyes in the panopticon?
Lock wanted to go back to Kamino because he tired of war: he didn't want to watch all the violence and pain anymore. he didn't want to serve under a different Jedi general, either- he constantly kept up hope that his dear Leonie might return. it felt like a betrayal to replace her.
so he served instead the strange gathering of misfits that made up the guard, all people deemed unworthy of active service or who were drawn back from it. Lock found in this a small opportunity to save a few lives; he was stern and serious, known to be a bit of a hard-ass, but only because he understood the consequences of failing, making a mistake, as a clone.
locks favorite pastime is, on his guard duty outside of the baby clones nursery room, going in at night and secretly holding and talking to his younger siblings. he always found it sad, so very sad, that no one ever held or spoke to him and his peers.
when Kamino was destroyed and sank into the sea, Lock died with it. His soul, however, lived on inside of the holocron he found.. immortal, carried to safety by the surviving kamino guards, until he- within his holocron- eventually came into the possession of the rebels. he's a funny little, deeply grumpy magic 8-ball ❤️
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How the Clone Wars should have gone, given that Anakin was canonically a slave. (wtf Lucas?)
Rex: Yeah, we all have inhibitor chips. They make us less aggressive--
Anakin: You have slave chips.
Rex: No, inhibitor chips.
Anakin: Slave chips. They all need to be removed. Kix! Do you have a scanner?
Kix: Er, no. You need a level 5--
Anakin: Nevermind. I'll build one. They need to come out immediately.
::slave chip comes out of one trooper who volunteered, because ARCs be crazy:: (Fives. It was Fives. Because Fives.)
Anakin: Huh. Why doesn't this have any explosive?
Rex: I *told* you. They're inhibitor chips.
Anakin: Nuh uh. Slave chips. They gotta do something else.
::a little later, some slicing, orders discovered::
Anakin: Slave chips! All of them out!
Rex: Okay, but this is just one itty bitty bit of the GAR. There's 3 million of us.
Anakin: *Lots* more scanners.
Rex: ::facepalm::
::Scanners sent to every ship in the fleet and the Guard::
Fives: So who activates the chips?
Anakin: Depur.
Fives: ::thinking that this is a reasonable name rather than a generic term for a slave master:: Where do we find them? And can we kill them?
Cue Kamino being invaded, the Kaminoans interrogated (and Nala Se summarily executed), and relevant information discovered.
Rex: So it's the Chancellor.
Anakin: No, he's my good friend.
Rex: …
Anakin: I'm depukrata. (The slave word for a freed slave who enslaves others.)
Fives: ::no concept of natborn names:: Everyone! The general's Depukrata now!
Everyone: Hello, Depukrata!
Anakin: ::anakin.exe has stopped working::
Anakin: ::incoherent frothing rage:: Let's fuck some shit up!
The 501st: ::cheers, gets out the heavy ordinance::
Palpatine gets wrekt. (Fuck that guy.)
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