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a-wanderin-whirlybird · 6 years

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A Chameleon meets a Family of Ghosts

Summary: After Karmeleon/X-376 was found and 'captured' sorta, by his fellow clones and discovering the purpose of the Ghost squad he is taken to the Cantina to meet Kiddy's family. They are... Not like other Clones, significantly crazier it seems.

Karmeleon belongs to @taka-hardt!

Kiddy led Karmeleon down the hall to the Cantina. He hoped that the food was still warm at least. And that Karmeleon didn't run off wheb theyr an into...

"Kiddy! Whose this?" Rider exclaimed, hooking his arm around Kiddy's own. Karmeleon flinched and froze and Rider glared him down. But that was just Rider.

"X-376, Rie its ok. Let him be." Kiddy drawled patting Rider's head.

"Well what's he doing here!?" Rider hissed. And Kiddy sighed good naturedly.

"Easy Rie he just got curious. He's fucking good at his job and he found me during a mission overlap. He wanted to make sure we meant well. Now come on! We got food waiting yeah? Or did Millhouse eat it all?"

That seemed to calm down Rider who started laughing.

"Regal managed to save some for you guys. Its Noodle night, Millhouse is a Noodle fiend!"

The three entered the Cantina to the sounds of chatter and a scuffle. Isabel was holding Millhouse back as he shouted out various sounds none of them were words. Kiddy and Karmeleon flinched as Isabel hummed a song. Regal approached the two.

"Sorry about this, Millhouse is have a bad time right now. One second." Regal said gently taking Kiddy and Karmeleon's shoulders and moving them aside as Millhouse and Isabel walked by. Isabel nodded to the three, holding the shaking Millhouse to her chest. Once gone Regal sighed.

"Well, introductions are in order yes? I am Captain Regal, leader of the Ghost squad. I must apologize for the turn of events and any stress it caused!" Regal said his voice shaking a bit as he scratched at his arm. Karmeleon simple nodded and said nothing. Kiddy grabbed Regals hand and smiled.

"You don't gotta apologize Regal, I do. I screwed up and caused everyone trouble yeah? I'll be more careful." Regal smiled and nodded.

"Thank you Kiddy. Now my dear Brother! What is your name?" Regal asked, turning to Karmeleon who shook his head.

"Designation X-376." Regal blinked and Rider sighed.

"Nah, not your number! Your name! What do we call you?" Rider exclaimed.

"You call me X-376." Karmeleon hissed. "You may call me nothing else."

There was silence but Mighty spoke.

"Ok, dont worry. Just sit down and get some food." Mighty exclaimed.

"Not hungry."

"Fine but your still sitting down ok? Im the Medic and I need to check your damned lungs. You wheezed like a Nerf." Might scolded as the group moved to the seats. Mighty stood up and moved towards Karmeleon who flinched away, reaching for a weapon. Mighty lightly slapped his hand down.

"Put those down I ain't gonna strip you or nothin. Just let me scan your lungs, and keep that inhaler on you at all times!" Mighty growled and Karmeleon obeyed. Mighty fluttered around the grey Armored clone muttering and chewing his lip. Kiddy chuckled.

"Mighty is a good doc, he won't hurt ya. Are you sure you dont want some food? Regal made the Noodles himself!" Kiddy said. Regal beamed.

"Yes please do eat! You will need your strength before we send you back to your squad."

"No." Karmeleon hissed. Regal twitched uneasily.

"We arent here yo hurt you I promise. Just eat some? You dont habe to fully remove your helmet either." Regal offered, his voice shaking.

"I agree with Regal, You need food!" Mighty said, having finished his scans. "Your malnourished!"

"Who is? Did Kiddy not eat again?" Isabel asked walking up the the table. Her speech was slow and deliberate. Rider shook his head.

"Nah I make sure to feed my best bro. Its the Visitor guy, he is." Isabel turned her stare to Karmeleon who looked at her with a mixture of awe and confusion.

"You, need to eat. Yyou mu-mu-mu... Need to." Isabel hissed as the words came out stuttered. Kiddy made a mental not to make sure Isabel slept in the next day. She was too tired.

"Im fine."

"No ya aint brother, eat something!" Kiddy insisted.

"We dont want you hurt." Mighty said, shoving a plate of warm spaghetti under Karmeleon's nose.

Karmeleon stayed still as the group stared at him intently. And it remained so for sometime. Then slowly Karmeleon lifted his helmet slightly and took a bite. Then he began to shovel food into his mouth as the others shared a sad smile. Once the plate was empty Karmeleon shoved his helmet back over his mouth and bowed his head.

"Thank you." Karmeleon whispered. Isabel rubbed his back soothingly.

"Better? We got to move now ok? R-r-r-r... Bro's ship is ready to go." Isabel said as she gently led Karmeleon and Rider to the hangar bay. As she left Mighty turned to Kiddy and Regal. Once out of earshot Might spoke.

"His lungs are clear but somethings still off." Regal nodded.

"Are there any records for his designation Kiddy?" Kiddy shrugged.

"What records there are arent helpful. Theyre sparse and vague. He's got a squad called X-Squad but somethin's off about it all. It dont sit right with me Cap." Regal nodded.

"We have a mission in a few days on Tatooine after that I want you to focus on uncovering as much as you can about X-Squad. The Jedi may ignore issues but we dont. And keep an eye on X-376 please? He looks like he is about to break."

"Is that an official Order Captain?" Regal nodded to Kiddy who kicked up his feet and gave a loose salute. "Then I shall exceed expectations."

"As you always do. Mighty, was the Beacon afixed for the current mission?" Mighty nodded.

"Its active in that Sith's belly as we speak. They will be out of commision for sometime so we can strike true." Regal smirked widely.

"Make it hurt Brother. In like the Reaper,"

"Leave Nothing but Ghosts." Mighty finished. The three theb seperated, moving to prepare for the coming mission, and to set up an extra room for their brother.

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nickolaifinn · 4 years

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Inspired by make up artist Tazi Karmeleon.

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projectcarsuk-blog · 7 years

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1989 Toyota MR2 mk1 with limited edition edition Karmeleon body kit -> http://ebay.to/2x68y11 #Toyota #modified #toyotamr2

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rawrampmag · 4 years

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TAKEAWAY THIEVES @TakeawayThieves — #NewSingle #FindMyWayHome #VideoRelease #GlamSwagger

Blackpool’s TAKEAWAY THIEVES produce dirty ‘n’ raunchy grooves at a sleazurely pace and have been busily writing songs during lockdown.

Find My Way Home: The outstretched voice captures the sense of inner bruising…

“Find My Way Home” is an unforgettable acoustic number that handles the consequence of addiction and considers the nature of home as sanctuary.

Written and recorded live for a special…

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clonesquadxbatch · 6 years

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★ any deep dark secrets?

Karmeleon - he sends poetry to his secret crush

#karmeleon #x batch clones #clone trooper oc

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a-wanderin-whirlybird · 6 years

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Wailing Ghouls

X-Squad belongs to @taka-hardt. Ghost squad decides to save their brothers doing what they do best. Killing.

Rider was quiet as he pulled the Jumper Ship outta Hyper-space. One hand gripped the wheel, the other Comm unit. He pulled the modified ship into the Asteroid belt outside of the Objective, activated cloaking, and docked idly in the asteroids.

“Ouijia is prepped. Waiting signal within the Ring.” Rider hailed through the comm. On the other End Kiddy’s coded Morse Code beeped acknowledgement. Rider sighed. “Reaper K is standing by Captain.”

“Roger that, Horseman keep any eye on the readings.” Regal told Rider who nodded. Regal then turned to the small crew. Each wore the clothes of a Sith they had killed. Each set of clothes were procured from their first victims. Isabel and Millhouse had spent the last three months that Kiddy had been finishing his spy work perfecting the disguises. Millhouse even programmed holograms with matter displacement units to ensure that their appearances truly and fully changed.

Isabel was a Tortga Matriarch turned Sith commander. The woman had gonemad and eaten her own family when the Seperatists had tested a biological weapon in her home. Isabel now wore her clothes, and her face, and was practicing her growl.

Millhouse was a Mandalorian. No one spoke of that particular mission, there was no pleasure or relief at the end, just endless clean up from the Genocide that took place on that small moon. Millhouse had offed his vocal unit as the man never once spoke.

Mighty was trying to steady himself as he adjusted the stained cloak. Mighty wore the form of a Naotolan doctor who had taken sick pleasure in toying with nature. His favorite subjects had been Force sensitive children abandoned by family and friends. Mighty was already practicing his laugh and the way in which he twirled the rusted Scalpel.

Regal was a Nabooian decked out in black robes and silver jewels. The man thought himself a God of Sith and sought so much. He had fallen quickly.

Finally Rider, no one could pinpoint exactly what species he was supposed to be now. The Sith had been so horribly disfigured that no one knew who they had been before. But they were a ghost that had been destroying and tearing apart ships while they flew through Hyperspeed. Now the Air ways were clear.

Regal nodded to the crew.

“Be ready. We engage the moment we get word from Kiddy. Reapers Reap the unfit!”

“Leave nothing but Ghosts!” The squad shouted as they readied for the party.

It didn’t take long For Kiddy’s signal to come. Krell had entered the building and the data confirming the false decommissioning of X-Squad had reached Kamino. Though much of the data was altered. Kiddy stood before the ‘Debriefing’ Rooms, specifically his Twin’s own room. He had just finished prepping the room for… well. A ‘Debrief’ of his own. Kiddy schooled his expression, donning a replica of his twins armor sans helmet. He had hoped that takng his Twin’s appearance might ease things along. And oh had it. Scare tactics were fun when done right.

Kiddy moved towards the barracks, sneaking along a snaking course that held no security. As he moved he passed various explosive devices, which he disposed of with ease. No need to deactivate them, just toss em in the trash. Trash fires were a good distraction. Kiddy then took to the vents, moving towards the rendezvous point above the command center.

Regal was silent, his squad’s hands all flew with ease and silence as they signed their orders. They had touched down on the planet surface in a stolen Sith vessel and Krell awaited them in the hangar.

“It is an honor my lords and, your Divine Highness.” Krell said, his voice shaking as he bowed. Isabel snarled.

“Heuhheuh! Far better on your knees than in a ditch. Stand and speak with me worthy Priest.” Regal hissed, his voice rising into his nose to make a perfect copy of the dead bastard’s voice. Krell rose and looked sheepish.

“H-here? My Lord, a thousand pardons but, this is hardly the space for your eminence.”

“Oh I assure you it is not.” Regal hissed, sweeping behind Krell and running a long nail over the Jedi’s chin. Krell quivered at the almost sexual nature of the advance. His eyes stayed fixed on Regal who sent a silent sign disguised as another touch upon the larger man’s face. With Krell focused on Regal and Isabel snarling and snapping around, he did not notice Mighty and Rider silently walk back into the base. “But, I do not wish to be far from the ship. I assume you have this… Wretched blemish ready to blow?”

“Of course my Lord! Yes!”

“Good. Now on your performance…”

Rider and Mighty stalked the halls of the base. It was decrepit and molding, Mighty had to resist hissing as they walked down to the Command center. Kiddy had confirmed the Squad’s position in the Barracks. They weren’t suspicious and were heavily injured. As such it was advised that Mighty brought a Proper med kit not a ‘Proper’ med kit. Which Mighty did but he needed to prep the Sedative before they moved. With Regal and Isabel distracting Krell, he would have enough time to finish the job. He also planned to lace a few antibacterial medications into the sedative to assist in healing the squad. Mighty assumed they had wounds as infected as Karmeleon’s.

“Here.” Rider’s disguised voice whispered into Mighty’s ear and Mighty had to resist falling back into a flashback.

“Yessss.” Mighty hissed. Keeping character was important as Kiddy always said. The two turned into the Command center, only relaxing once the door hissed shut and the lights of the security system blinked out.

“Millhouse is enroute.” Kiddy stated. His usual drawl gone. He held to the shadows, but his eyes glowed fierce and wild. The only sign that this was Kiddy and not Karmeleon.

“Good, now I want you to head to the barracks in 30. Shortly after, Rider go meet Regal and ensure that the target is distracted. Millhouse will remain to assist.” Mighty stated moving the false Tentacles out of his face. He hated this fucking form but it would remain on until the 3rd phase had been completed.

Mighty set out his ingredients and equipment, and began the sedative prep. He didn’t acknowledge Kiddy leaving or Millhouse entering. He kept working until his Comms crackled to life after the sedatives had been complete and passed to Shirley to get to the needed locations.

“Phase 2 is a go. Meet at rendezvous.”

“M-My performance?” Krell muttered back in the Hangar Bay. Regal gave a sweeping nod, onyx and silver jewelry glinting as he moved.

“Indeed. Those tasks we entrusted to you.” Regal sang, Isabel growled.

“Failure!” Isabel hissed snapping her mouth, drool pooled on the floor. “Weak link. Better food.”

“Now now, Likiana dear.” Regal cooed, Krell was shaking mouth opening and closing like a fish as Isabel practically crawled around Krell. Regal swept around him again the two circled the nervous Jedi like predators. “Keep your temper. He can still redeem himself.”

“My Lord please! I did everything you asked and then some!”

“Indeed. And it is that ‘And then some’ that has me so… disgusted. We expect you to do exactly what we say. Nothing more, nothing less. You do however, have a chance to redeem yourself.”

“Anything my lord! I’ll do it.” Krell begged falling to his knees.

“Good, now. You haven’t informed your, toys, of their decommissioning have you?”

“No, as you commanded.”

“Alert the Captain. But only him. Then I will grace you with my presence in the Command Center in an hour with your sabers. I will retire to my ship with the rest of my Attendants until your hour is up. I wish to see those… things as they leave to die.”

“Of course My Lord! Thank you! I shall not let you down!” Regal grabbed Krells face, bloodshot eyes meeting Krell’s own glowing yellow. Regal leaned into Krell, a hand running down his chest as he whispered.

“You better not, My Apprentice.” Regal then swept back to the ship, Isabel hot on his heels. “Go along Krell, the clock is ticking!”

Isabel watched Krell scurry off from the ship, spitting out the small pills that made so much drool.

“Ugh. Target is gone. Kiddy, report. Where is the Target?” Isabel called over the comms.

“Target just went towards the barracks. Millhouse reports that the sedative is ready.”

“Roger, sending message to Mighty. Phase 2 is a go.” Isabel said. Right as she shut down the comm she heard Regal’s voice over the comms as he stood up beside her.

“Phase 2 is a go. Meet at rendezvous.”

Mighty, Rider, Isabel, Millhouse and Regal were standing in the hangar, the lights were dimmed and the ship cloaked.. Mighty passed three syringes of sedatives to Millhouse who gave them to little Shirley. Shirley then took to the vents and Millhouse’s eyes glazed over.

“Mill’s in the system. I’ve got his eyes.” Rider claimed, hand landing on Millhouse’s shoulders.

“To positions. From Kiddy’s data the Captain should be here-“ As regal spoke Millhouse yanked Rider back into the shadows. Isabel, Mighty and Regal followed suit, with Isabel taking out the lights as the captain of X-Squad entered. Silently the squad took to the rafters.

“Whose there?!” Captain Chrono called as Ghost squad descended. They surrounded the surprised and unarmed Clone and Mighty expertly administered the dose of sedative. Mighty then caught him and gently lowered him to the ground as Regal nodded.

“Move out. When will he gain some movement?”

“T-minus 1 minute.” Mighty hissed already moving to the barracks the rest of the squad hot on his tail.

“Good, secure our brothers and remove them to the ship. Kiddy will take the Target with myself.”

“Yes sir!” The squad hissed as they stepped into the Barracks.

All clones were out and in various states of injured. Mighty resisted the urge to hurl and scream. Kiddy sat next to one of them, designation Wire, and was just gently removing the Sedative.

“Are they secured?” Regal demanded Kiddy nodded.

“Best you hide, The Captain’s coming back.”

“K-“

“Not now Boss. Hide!” Kiddy hissed, Shoving Regal into the hall. The group moved out of sight right as the desperate captain entered the barracks they waited for an all clear.

“Brother…. Karmeleon?” Chrono whispered as he fell under the weight of the sedative. Kiddy caught the Captain and nodded. He gently placed the captain down and watched silently as the sedative took full effect the rest of the squad moving from hazy half awake to complete black out. Then he whistled.

Regal came back.

“They were still half awake yeah? Wasn’t gonna let em think my Twinsie had gone evil. The others at least could see the bright eyes. Captain didn’t get the chance to.” Regal simply nodded.

“Right Phase 2 is complete, begin phase 3. Karmeleon.” Regal winced as he gave the wrong designation to his dear brother. “With me. We have a low life to deal with.”

“Yes sir.”

Krell waited in the Command center. His Sabers were out on the holo table and he paced as the doors creaked open and Regal swept in.

“My Lord! Y-your early! I hope my performance was satisfactory?” Krell asked, Regal turned up his nose and sneered.

“I am not to judge of such a weak display. No it is his job to do so. My dear, I leave the floor to you.” Regal then swept aside allowing Kiddy to step in. Krell’s eyes bugged out.

“WH-what is this?! It can’t be!”

“Miss me General?” Kiddy spat, false blood pooled in between his teeth. Kiddy was down to his Blacks, the injuries Krell had last seen on Karmeleon were visible and bleeding, but Kiddy’s skin was ghostly white.

“M-m-my Lord?! What is this?”

“Hmm, an apparition of your failure. You surely did disappoint me, Thus your own failure shall be your undoing.”

“What do you mean?” Krell begged, moving for his lightsabers only to grasp empty air.

“Oh? Looking for thessssse? Mighty hissed almost appearing out of thin air. Krell yelped as Mighty held up the Sabers his disguise’s vicious smile widening and melting. Krell screamed.

“Oh dear General! No need to be afraid. Only terrified.” Kiddy whispered by Krell’s ear. The asshole, couldn’t take anymore and promptly fainted.

“Ugh. Truly a coward.” Mighty spat his voice returning to normal.

“Indeed.” Regal growled. “Kiddy, you can handle the prisoner while we secure our Brothers yes?”

“Yeah. I got his new home all set up.”

“Then my dear Ghosts, let the final phase begin.”

Kiddy sat tucked in Kar’s ‘Debriefing room’ it had been his best haunt the whole three months. Anytime Krell entered he would see the ‘ghost’ of Karmeleon and he would flip. The scare tactics had started to loosen his security. Millhouse had pulled out all the stops for his disguise. You couldn’t tell the difference between Kiddy and Kar at all now. And that how Kiddy wanted it. That bastard was going to suffer and the last thing he was going to see was Kiddy and Kar.

Though Kar was back at base still recovering from another round of surgery. Kiddy didn’t doubt that the others in the squad would be out for sometime as well. Mighty had been busy trying to figure why Kar kept passing out from lack of oxygen when his airways had been clear. But that was on hold right now, they had a mission and Kiddy’s mission was out cold and strapped down to the table before him.

“Reaper 3 Targets are clear, Horseman has made the jump. Stage three begins.” Kiddy sneered down at the unconscious Krell AS Regal’s voice sputtered over comms.

“Roger Poltrguist. Target secured. Beginning next phase.”

“Hey! Leave some for us Kid~” Millhouse’s voice sang over the comms and Kiddy laughed.

“Of course my dear! Why would I leave you out of this?” Kiddy chuckled as Krell tensed, coming around to consciousness. “We’re in the fun room my dear~ come join us for a game.”

Kiddy then turned to Krell, his grin massive as he twirled a baton in his hands.

“My my~ what do we have here? No no! Don’t speak.” Kiddy slammed the baton into Krell’s throat reveling in the sputters and gasps as his airways bruised. “All I want are screams my Dear General~”

“Y-you can’t be! X-376 has been missing for months! W-wait…” Kiddy’s form flickered as he jaded the Baton into Krell’s eyes. He then steadied the illusion and laughed.

“Aw, Dear General. Did you miss me so much after killing me? Look at you! You pissed yourself you’re so excited!” Kiddy sang as Krell whimpered.

The door creaked open.

“Oh! Good! You’re here sister!” Kiddy sang as Isabel walked in. And she walked in as Isabel not some sith, she was in her full armor. A brilliant shining white with Bright blue highlights, the helmet itself was a particular work of art that Isabel prided herself on.

Isabel had designed their armor. One of the perks of having a Jedi willing to listen to you. (It was a known fact in Ghost squad that if you wanted WIndu to listen you said that Yoda disapproved of it, or that Palpatine didn’t want it to happen. Windu would listen and consider actual reason at that point. Seemed that contrarianism best blind faith.)

But Isabel made the armor to make statements. Each one was the same color scheme, Shining brilliant white and Blinding blue highlights. The color only made the forms look more ethereal. The armor itself was less plated and more fabric like. It moved and flowed semi-freely but could deflect damage with ease. On each set were various designs. Isabel’s had strong mythical figures woven in a tapestry of their great deeds for example. Millhouse had inventors. Regal had Leaders, Rider had The stars. Kiddy had trinkets and pockets, he never wore armor. And the helmets! The helmets were less bulky than standard and rather than a visor they had eyes that glowed the same blue as the highlights. It made them look ethereal and deadly.

Krell gasped from his position on the wall.

“C-Clones!?”

“Oh dear. Brother, I thought this one would be smarter than an Endorian Halvs Fungus, not stupider.” Isabel hissed, taking her time.

“Ha! If this bastard had any intelligence he wouldn’t have gotten caught here!” Millhouse spat entering the room with Regal and Mighty, his eyes were still glazed, likely recording the coming incident and a hand on Regal. Mighty walked up, his armor was covered in plants and scratches. His bag was tossed aside as he removed his gloves and helmet. His burning amber eyes met Krell’s and he spat.

“Over Fed, soft texture to the skin, no sign of any past abrasions. A coward if I ever saw one. Not surprised that he wanted to join the Sith. Fucker. Now let’s see… Ah!” Mighty pulled out a small pump like device and began to prep it. “This may take a bit to prep so don’t do anything that requires the Necromance Pump till it’s ready!”

“Of course Doc, we want this to last.” Regal sneered. He pulled out a machete and passed it to Kiddy.

“Would you like to go first my dear?” Kiddy giggled.

“Oh my Brother, I have my own ideas, but I need that pump working. So you may go first.” Kiddy bowed and stepped aside.

“You! Do you know who you are messing with?!” Krell demanded pulling at his bonds. Regal laughed as Isabel crouched down, her earlier disguise shimmered into existence and out again. Krell’s face dropped.

“Oh we know all about you. Honestly its disgusting that you even managed to get away with such atrocities. But considering we still exist and only two Jedi know of us, not that surprised.” Millhouse hissed. “The damned Gremlin probably knew about it but did nothing cause the Force ‘said so’.”

“What do you- AGH!” Krell screamed as Isabel dug the Machete into his ribs. Mighty hissed.

“Iz! Don’t hit anything important yet!”

“He was talking to much. Like he was some Hot shit.” Isabel spat, withdrawing the Machete. “Besides, you already hooked him up.”

“False hope is more fun.” Mighty said as he stood up. “Alright, Karmeleon?”

No response. Mighty sighed.

“Right right, X-376?” Kiddy turned to him. “The floor is yours.”

Kiddy laughed and stepped forward. In his hands large steel rings gleaned. He gestured to the others.

“Do you really want to see this? It won’t be pretty.” Kiddy smirked, letting the scars fade away for a second. Krell shuddered as confusion mingled with fear.

“I’ll hold guard.” Millhouse said, with Regal and Isabel silently left with him leaving Kiddy and Mighty alone with Krell.

Kiddy moved up to Krell and started to affixe the large rings to his arms and legs. Mighty watched and said nothing the two worked silently for sometime until.

“You know. Doc here found out somethin’ real interesting. So most races, they go into shock if you cause to much damage to it. So, removing someone’s spine or nervous system will kill em instantly. But, if you mix Some chemicals with Adrenaline you can keep them alive, awake and alert so long as the chemicals are being pumped through their system.

Kiddy clicked another ring into place. Tiny needles broke skin each time he did so and green lights blinked.

“That little pump there, it has that chemical cocktail in it. You won’t be able to die, or escape the pain until it’s all gone. And well, that will be in about oh, 3 hours.”

“Why? Why do you do this? You’re a clone! You are meant to obey! Answer me X-376!” Krell shouted as the last ring was affixed to his neck. Kiddy grinned opting to drop what little disguise he had.

“Yer talkin’ about my Twinsie there Fucko.” Kiddy hissed, the blacks dropping away to reveal his usual civies clothes. Krell gasped and then screamed as Kiddy pulled out a detonator and pressed the button. The needles in the ring shot into Krell’s body. The rings then began to spin and move up and down, tightening and loosening. Krell’s screams filled the empty base and Kiddy sneered as he shut down the device.

“Pulse Rings. Nasty pieces of work we confiscated during a different mission. Those Sith sure do know how to kill a man ya know?” Kiddy sneered. As Mighty started moving the rings elsewhere. Blood spilled out to the floor with bits and pieces of flesh and organs slopped to the floor. The Necromance Pump whirred to life and a thick black smoke filled the gashes.

“Oh good, yer still with us!” Kiddy laughed. “Right ready for round two?”

“Who?” Krell hissed through the pain. Kiddy snorted.

“No one, but Ghosts.”

A few days later, Kiddy stood outside the Med Bay. Mighty had cleared the X-squad to move into their new quarters on base. It was one big barrack for them to share, very comfy and very central. Regal insisted on that, so that they could better protect their brothers. Kiddy sighed, and turned back to his own quarters.

Opening up his door he smiled as Karmeleon blinked vaguely in the light.

“Easy Twinsie. Yer brother’s are being released soon. Ya wanna go join em?” And as Karmeleon nodded slowly, Kiddy couldn’t help but smile.

#clone wars #star wars the clone wars #clone ocs #Ghost Clones #Ghost Squad #tw Torture #Tw blood #tw gore #X-Squad

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clonesquadxbatch · 6 years

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Karmeleon hides even from his own team a lot of the time, only dropping a chip at their feet of the intel he got from the missions he’s sent on, then just disappears in their ship, passes out until he comes around later and finds a chip for him laying about somewhere on the ship with info about his next mission and of course worried messages from his sibs but he doesn’t believe a single word of their worry about him. He has major trust issues and so touch starved from literally not ever interacting with anyone since being on Kamino. While being created there was a slight mixup of his DNA and so his lungs can't properly process oxygen cause of that he does faint a lot if he takes off his helmet too much.

#clone trooper oc #karmeleon #text #x batch clones

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clonesquadxbatch · 6 years

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Karmeleon:*slight wheeze*

Stabbin:*glares in general direction of wheeze*

Karmeleon:

Kiddy: Kar’ika I kriffing swear

Karmeleon:*uses inhaler before Kiddy even finishes saying his name*

#x batch clones #ghost clones #clone trooper oc #my oc #text

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clonesquadxbatch · 6 years

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Sick Twin

Ghost squad belongs to @inktostories. My friend is a bit sick so gifting him with a sickfic. This is set at a random point once X squad has comfortably adjusted to living with the Ghost squad.

Karmeleon slowly crawled through the vents of the Haunted House and paused seeing Regal in the kitchen still. Thankfully just grabbing a mug of caf and nothing else. He patiently waited until his brother left before jumping down out of the vent. He eyed what was available and got to working cooking.

It definitely wasn’t one of his strong suites and he would oh so willingly let anyone else do the group cooking, but this was for his twin. His sick twin. Kiddy was currently curled up in his bed and Karmeleon had given him extra blankets. That’s what Stabbin had done with Banshee got the sniffles.

Karmeleon was slowly rocking on the balls of his feet waiting for the soup to finish heating when Mighty stepped into the kitchen. He walked past Karmeleon, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder before grabbing a purple fruit to peel.

“The soup looks about done Karmeleon.” Mighty said with a knowing smile. “Kiddy will appreciate it.”

Karmeleon just nodded in response as he carefully poured the soup into a bowl. His focus was on his mission and he was almost done. He gave a curt wave of thanks as he hurried through the halls. Or well as fast as one could go with a bowl of soup in their hands.

Upon arriving at Kiddy’s door it slid open allowing him to step into the dark room. He’d made sure to keep the lights off so that his twin’s headache didn’t worsen. H approached the bundle of blankets on the bed and slowly sat down.

“Got ya soup Kid’ika. C’mon sit up.” Karmeleon chuckled hearing his brother groan and fumble with the blankets. He smiled, watching as Kiddy untangled himself and managed to sit up. “My turn to take care of you now.”

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I have no idea what you write so all the questions for your favorite fic you’ve written and also a link

Oh gosh ahhh I love all my fics, I have the most now for star wars th clone wars 2008 because well it’s really has become one of my special interests now. I’m gonna address the questions for the stories of the X squad cause they’re all connected.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1151297

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

So, it started with just one clone oc, X-376 who later gets his name Karmeleon and just brainstorming events that then turned into a pretty cool. Then bouncing ideas back and forth with my friend @inktostories.

2: What scene did you first put down?

I talked to my friend about my idea for a downed pilot and then wrote the first story from that.

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

His voice didn’t matter to the Senate or the Jedi Council.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

This is hard…I have come to realize I don’t do much dialogue ha. “Do you honestly think he’d let you see him let alone give you enough time to tell him to come here?”

5: What part was hardest to write?

Usually I have a hard time getting past the first paragraph. I know the direction I wish for the story to go, but gah sometimes the start can be painful to get out.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

I’ll address “Medbay Now” for this question. Basically the whole X squad gets medical attention they need, to the extent that their medic X-375, Stabbin, can give to them since he has limited resources. It shows a small growth in Karmeleon’s character.

7: Where did the title come from?

I do my best to have the title relate the the story.

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

I do have to say that characteristics were inspired by my own self and from my surrounding friends. Just because its an advanced scifi setting doesn’t mean that all disabilities just vanish.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

My stories go through editing process. I’m very fortunate that my parents love my writing, but also my dad gives me a critical eye for grammar and any confusion that comes up in my first draft. The actual story it’s does not change much at all.

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

So far for my star wars stories I haven’t included any ships. Most of my characters get paired of with characters @inktostories has created, canon characters, or with other star wars fans ocs. The stories haven’t gotten to those parts of the characters lives yet though.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

I love writing star wars fics cause I get to work in a world that I grew up with. Once of my earliest memories I have was watching Return of the Jedi while in a motel room with my parents. We were building our house (when people could like actually do that). I was about 3-4 years old. So, finally being able to write about it makes me really happy.

12: What do you like least about this fic?

Oh boy, so I want to get as much lore/facts correct about setting, items, characters. I usually have a lot of tabs open to find about about different species, words used, rough timeline, and just not wanting to mess up. Although makes it interesting with the whole this is now canon and that is not. So *shrugs*

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

My friend and I created a playlist on spotify for our ocs. Also, depending upon what the characters are going through I change it up. Usually songs with either futuristic sounds, themes of brotherhood, fighting, struggle, hope, and electronic is never a bad bet.

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

I’ve never been a fan of teachers trying to pull out meaning from some stuff or how “Every book has a message or else it wouldn’t have been written” blargh I wrote it for enjoyment.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

Oh characters always have their own mind and sometimes they take you on a wild goose chase and honestly hey go ahead write the story for me.

#clonesquadxbatch talks

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