#my other clones are in their own batallion

[thefoundationproject]

Every few days I just get in a baby clones mood and just think about those poor babies growing up on Kamino and all the shittyness going on there, like having to meet certain standards, fear of standing out, for some only having their squad for comfort and very few adults who care and don't have the time to actually take care of every squads' needs, and then even for the ones that have an Alpha, there's always the fear of being taken away because they don't actually have a say so things like Edee and Neyo happen, and Bral and Faie and 😭😭😭

But then also I'm thinking of all the babies with their Alpha dads just trying to take care of them but having no idea what to do and they're 4 to 1 and they're so small and fast and how are they alway sticky and bathtime just soap and water everywhere and com eback here, and bedtime was 2 hours ago what do you mean you can't sleep or a baby cadet being scared and their squadmate sneaks them off to their Alphas' bedroom for snuggles and teaching them whatever they can think of and cuddlepiles and they learn to always carry some kind of wet wipe cuz the babies need them and anytime one of the babies barely show interest in animals or a show or books or anything they make sure they've got so much of it because that's their kid and they want them to have more in life than just training and someone learn how to make litte "stuffed animals" out of old blacks and pillow stuffing and they make little tiny ones for them to keep and again I just 😭😭😭

Knowing that some Alphas end up taking another squad after OV with the "help" from their first squad (sideeye Edee and Six) makes my heart burst just the thought of Edee boys with Edee babies and Six with his hoard of maniacs🥺🥰

Though can only imagine what that's like for the other squads like Bral squad with little baby Brals (think of Faie or Hound with the babies🥺🥺) or Chekar with little baby smartasses Chekars, just the possibilities

17 could never take over another singular squad since his first were so memorable but I always figured he adapted ARC training to just taking on a bunch of the older squads at a time who were just young enough to never have made it off Kamino but old enough to not be considered "up for adoption" in the same way, and sorta "training" them for a bit and since he has more of an insight into all the different batallions through ARC training and also having trained most of the commanders he can kinda help with allocating older cadets to a Clan that can take care of them better idk since I know the Alphas' kidna got stationed in different places after OV I figured 17 kinda sticks with Rancor and/or the cadets and helps out there since he more than most took on an almost purely teaching role

There's the Alphas who have to wrestle their cadets into baths, and the ones that have to pry them out of baths. There are the Alphas who are consistently at bath time seen rocketing down the hallways because a soapy naked baby karking scud missile just made a break for it again the third time this tenday and why the kriff was that door unlocked 77???? (It was unlocked because kih'vode Alphas are still kih'vode and watching an ori'vod slingshot himself around a corner in hot pursuit of a Little is great entertainment.)

Imagine all the other fun tracks to this album:

Where Did You Get That And Why Is It In Your Mouth?

Where Are Your Shoes

Where Is Your Other Shoe (Reprise)

I Just Cut Your Nails Yesterday, Why Do You Have Claws

What's That Smell

Do Not Touch That

How Did You Get In There

Why Are There Now Five Of You

Yes It's Bedtime

Your Own Bed (Reprise)

One More Story (Refrain)

Yes Baths Are Required

What Do You Mean You Don't Like It, You Liked It Fine This Morning

and other toe-tappers!

Squads teaching new squads how to be terrors. Alphas teaching new squads how to be terrors and inflicting them on old squads. Whole companies, multiple companies, raising squads. Just a giant jumble of family!!!

(Make no mistake, 17 absolutely calls even the full-grown ARC troopers 'brats'. He will stop calling them brats when they stop being brats. He will call them brats forever.)

[doublebladedbitch]

Savior - Captain Howzer x reader

Paring: Captain Howzer (tbb) x fem reader

Warning: cursing, Howzer being the cute protective daddy he is

Chapter 5

„Men, I tell you those Twi’lek women…“ Cast said to Hood in a low voice, but I was still able to hear him. I rolled my eyes at his statement, but chuckled.

„would you please not only think with your dick, cast…or at least not for everyone to hear“ I said when I turned around to them.

„yeah, very convincing coming from the girl crushing on our captain…“ he replied, causing Hood to struggle holding back his laughter. I hit him into the shoulder, but he continued making fun of me.

„I bet our captain would be into that“ he stated, trying to hold back his own laughter.

„Shut it! I am not crushing on Howzer!“ I protested and hit him again. Before any of us could add anything the alarm for a meeting went off. Currently we were heading from our quarters to the hall of the venator class ship for a meeting. Our next mission would be on Ryloth, but we didn’t got any more informations about the objctive until now.

We got into formation and I stood between Hood and Cast, everybody carried their helmet under the arm and straightened their position, when we heard a shot open and someone enter. I couldn’t help but glance over, hoping it was Howzer. And there he was, walking behind some imperial officer I didn’t even paid one second of my  attention to, unable to take my eyes off of him. They walked past me and for a split second I had eye contact with him, before I stopped myself from staring. After they were gone I couldn’t help myself from looking after him, Cast noticed and smirked at me victoriously. I rolled my eyes at him, to play over the fact, that he did catch me off guard. I turned my attention back to Howzer, when he started talking to his batallion. 

„Troopers, the empire has a new mission for us. It’s gonna be a longer one and bigger than the ones we did. So pack everything, we won’t return for a long time.“ He explained and smiled into the crowd, before he stepped back to let the imperial officer speak. It was hard to take my eyes away from him, until I recognized the voice of the imperial.

„Thank you, captain“ Rampart. „Your mission will be to secure the plant Ryloth and it’s citizens. It shouldn’t be too hard to gain their trust, since many of you including our captain here have fought along side them during the war. The goal is to get the political issues on this planet under control and maintain peace and order.“ Rampart finished and nodded towards Howzer, who gave us the signal to prepare for this mission. 

Hood, Cast, me and the other got to our cabins and got ready. We were told, that we had one hour to do so, before we would come out of hyperspace. We packed everything into boxes and I sat down onto my bed, when I was the first of us three to be done. 

„You ever been on Ryloth?“ I asked them after a while. 

„Yes…its fantastic!“ Cast answered excited. 

„Then whats the problem, that we need to take care of?“ Hood asked his brother.

„Well…lets just say the political situation is difficult…the people of Ryloth have been through a lot of fighting and really experienced the war at first hand and then one of their politicians took over and the people are not happy about that…thats the last thing I heard of“ Cast explained.

„How do you know so much about this?“

„I fought with them against the seppies. We freed Ryloth, but it took years…“ Cast said and I could see him dozing off into memories. 

„So you were part of what Rampart was speaking of…with Howzer?“ I asked him. 

„Yes“ he answered and eyed me weirdly, trying to check, if I was only asking because of Howzer, so I blushed and looked at the floor. 

„You two ready?“ Hood asked us when he was finished packing up to break the tension. I nodded and Cast quickly finished up. We got to the transport that would take the boxes of equipment and helped loading the ship. More and more clone troopers loaded up the ship with their boxes and more equipment. I noticed that a lot of the boxes carried weapons, I couldn’t help but wonder for what we would need them, if this was more of a political mission and that the „threat“ was already dealt with, I quickly stopped myself from questioning this decision and focused on loading up the heavy boxes. 

„You sure those boxes aren’t too heavy for you, girl“ I heard someone say behind me, I placed the box on some of the other in the shuttle. 

„I think I can handle them very well, thank you for your concern“ I snapped back with sarcasm dripping from my voice as I said the last part, before I turned around. 

Kriff. Admiral Rampart was standing in front of me with a risen eyebrow. I froze in shock and immediately regretted everything I had said and that I had been unable to recognize his voice. 

„I-I am sorry, S-Sir“ I stuttered out. Then I noticed Howzer standing next to him, maybe it was just imagination, but I could have sworn I saw an amused smirk on his face, when I glanced over. 

„I expect you to come into my office, after we land“ was everything that Rampart said before he walked off. Howzer gave me a quick worried look, before he followed the imperial. Hood and Cast stared at me in shock. 

„You don’t have to look at me like that, I know this is bad…“ I told them and sat down on one of the boxes, burying my head in my hands. 

……………....

The flight felt a lot longer than it actually was and I couldn’t get my mind off of what Rampart could do to me. Would he send me to another battalion…or take my rank away? Forbid me to serve as a stormtrooper? 

When we finally landed I was so nervous, I felt my stomach turn with every second that passed. Howzer walked up to me when I got out of our transport shuttle and gave me a weak smile. 

„come with me“ he said in a gentle way, even though it was an order. I did as I was told and gave Hood and Cast a last worried look. We walked through a back entrance into a huge building, almost palace like. It looked very luxurious and if I wasn’t this uneasy, I would have probably enjoyed looking around and walking through the long hallways. 

„You’ll be alright, Seven“ Howzer said after he noticed how uneasy I got. 

„Are you sure…after I spoke in that tone to him…“ I replied, still worried. 

„I wont let anything happen to you…“ He answered softly causing me to stop walking and stare at him. I did not expect this  at all…of course, he was extremely kind and had a good heart, but this…and the way he had said it…it warmed my heart and I wanted to jump into his arms and hug him. 

Suddenly the door opened and looking inside I saw Rampart leaning against a desk. I gave Howzer a last look before I walked inside and the door shut behind me. Rampart nodded towards the chair that was in front of his desk, I hesitantly walked up to it and sat down. I dared myself to look at him and tried my best to not appear scared. 

„You know why you are here, aren’t you?“ He asked me and started to slowly walk around my chair. 

„Yes, Sir.“ I answered in a clear voice. „But to my defense, I did not know it was you…and did not expect an imperial admiral to make such comments“

Rampart stopped in his tracks and I didn’t have to look at him to imagine how shocked he was at my words. It took him a short while to find the right words. 

„I forbid this tone“ he stated and paused again. „…but it looks like I have to excuse myself for my comment“ he continued, causing me to raise my eyebrow in surprise. Did he just apologize to me?   

„I have to apologize, Sir“ I said looking at him. He stopped circling my chair and leaned against his desk again. I still wondered why he was so…nice…to me.

He shock his head and chuckled. „no, no, no…let me make it up to you.“ He replied, making me even more surprised. I eyed him a little suspiciously, still wondering why he was like this. This seemed very unlike him.

„Tonight will be a dinner with some imperial officers and Ryloth’s politicians. I would like you to be my guest“ he explained with an arrogant smirk, knowing very well it was more like an order, than an invitation. 

„Thank you, Admiral..but I don’t think I have a fitting attire for such occasion…“ I stated truthfully and hoped he would leave it at that. My gut told me that I couldn’t trust him and I really didn’t not want to go with him to any event. 

„Don’t worry about it, I have already taken care of that.“ He answered and stood up, leading me towards the door. I followed him and looked at him confused. Rampart pressed a button and the door opened.

„Go to room 8, level 4. Dinner’s at 800“ he stated with his signature smirk. 

„y-yes sir“ I stuttered still a little confused, before I walked out of his new office.

#bad batch #captain howzer #captainhowzer #howzer #howzer x reader #commander howzer #clone trooper howzer

[the-lady-of-stars]

Wishing you were somehow here again -  Pt. 2

Commander Wolffe x Jedi ! Reader

Summary: The time has come... execute order 66

Warnings: Character death!! Injury/fighting/violence. Angst... and lots of it. I would say I’m sorry but I’m really just out here living my best life writing some lovely heartbreak 💞💖💘 

A/N: I listened to across the stars the entire time I wrote this for that extra angsty vibe  😇 hope u enjoy bb. If you haven’t read part 1 I recommend giving it a read before this! : ) Also dw I am not leaving it at this, there will be a Part 3. I’m not that mean ☺️ 

Tags: @wille-zarr @chaotic-noceur

Cato Neimoidia. What a beautiful city to fly over. 

You, Master Plo and the rest of the 104th Batallion had been assigned to the planet in hopes of besieging a Trade Federation stronghold. 

You peered out the windows of your starfighter at the rocky arches of the surrounding environment, enjoying the brief moment of peace and beauty this war had offered you. In front of you flew your master, Plo Koon, behind you Commander Wolffe, your beloved, then the rest of the pack trailed behind. 

You ran a finger over the makeshift grass ring that adorned your left hand, your heart skipping a beat at the mere thought of the previous week’s events. Your husband, in spirit at least. You planned to have a real wedding in the future, perhaps on Naboo if you could manage to pull a few strings with Skywalker. His marriage to the Senator had been no secret to you, so surely Anakin would not mind helping you with yours. 

You could picture it now, a marble balcony overlooking the waterfalls of Naboo, the burning orange sun gleaming from them as you kissed each other like no one was watching. Your master would be there to officiate it- he knew about you and his Commander, of course. You never had been able to hide anything from him. Master Plo had always been somewhat of a father figure to you ever since he took you as his Padawan when you were little, so of course he quickly noticed the bond forming between you and Wolffe. Much as Qui-Gon had turned a blind eye to Obi-Wan and Satine, your master had said nothing about the subject except that he wanted you to be happy, and if Wolffe provided you with such happiness then he was more than willing to protect your little secret, although you briefly remember Wolffe mentioning something about receiving an ‘if-you-ever-break-her-heart-you’re-dead’ speech from him, but you decided not to inquire further. The rest of the pack would be there of course. They were family, and without them to watch it would be no wedding at all. 

Being in a starfighter, you had no means of communicating with Wolffe except over the comm channel which also included the rest of the battalion, and you weren't in the mood to put up with Boost’s usual quips. You could, however, radiate love in his direction through the force, so that’s what you did. 

Wolffe’s chest pounded as he felt your force signature surround him like a ghostly embrace. It brought a heat to his cheeks, hands gripping the controls tighter. Any nerves from the mission dissipated and he was left feeling warm and whole. He thought to himself then that he did not ever want to feel any other way. Blissful. He was no Jedi, didn’t have a lick of force-sensitivity, but he could damn well try to return the sentiment. He found himself furrowing his brows and squinting slightly, while with all his might he mustered up his favourite memories of you, trying his best to radiate the way you made him feel. He hoped you could feel it. 

You could. A soft, breathy chuckle burst from your lips at his efforts, at how truly sweet your tough Commander was on the inside. There were few things you could be sure of in life, but the dream of really marrying him was one of them. One day, hopefully soon, you would see him stood o- what was wrong? The adoration Wolffe was radiating suddenly cut off as though someone had flicked a switch, nothing but neutrality emanating from him now. Opening yourself up to more force signatures you felt the same emotion from the rest of the boys behind you. Something was wrong, and your master clearly sensed it too as the only real emotion you could sense was his confusion. 

“Men, is something the matter?” Plo spoke over the comm channel. 

There was a momentary pause, then Wolffe was the next to speak.

“General Plo Koon, General Y/N Y/L/N, you are both subject to execution under Order 66 due to crimes against the Republic.”

Before either you or your master could say a word your ships burst into flames, your own men firing right at you. The engine was destroyed- there was nothing you could do but wail Wolffe’s name in one last desperate plea as your ship began to plummet down towards the rocky terrain of Cato Neimoidia. Smoke. Heat. Burning. Sharp. Pain. Then nothing. The world went black as your starfighter made contact with the ground. The last thing you saw before your eyes closed was the sight of your master laying dead on the ground nearby.

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Your ears rang, a sharp tone muffling the sound of shouting voices. Clones. A pang of fear shot straight to your heart as you remembered how they had attempted to kill you, and how they had succeeded with your dear master. You flinched up instinctively, wanting to run but collapsing the second you so much as moved due to the piercing pain that struck your entire body. You whimpered, tears pricking at your eyes, hearing the clones get closer. 

It seemed that the crash had thrown you from your starfighter and into an alcove in the rocks, which gave you the slightest bit of shelter. As the ringing in your ears subsided a little you heard a pair of footsteps drawing closer to your position. You dug your fingers into the ground, desperately trying to get to your feet so you could defend yourself but with no luck. There was a small cave entrance a few metres away which could offer you a hiding place, but you weren’t fast enough. A boot planted onto your back, pinning you down and earning a yelp.

You craned your head back, trying to see who had a hold of you through the tears which had welled up. 

Wolffe. But he looked nothing like the Wolffe you knew. Your Wolffe never so much as glanced at you without tenderness, but now? A snarl had replaced his smile, eyes glaring down at you like a predator.

“Wolffe-” you choked out, which resulted in him pressing his foot down further.

“Jedi,” he practically growled. “You are to be executed for your crimes against the Republic.”

Before he could make another move, you mustered all the strength you could find and pushed him away from you and into the cave entrance nearby with the force, enough to keep him subdued for a minute or so. Still riding the spike of energy, you pulled yourself to your feet, making your way over to the miniature medical droid which was kept in each starfighter, which had clearly fallen from the crash with you. You brought it to you with the force, pressing the on button once it was in your hands. The droid buzzed to life, whirring around you in circles, clearly in distress at your state. 

“Not me,” your voice was coarse. “Give the Commander a full head scan. I’m looking for something. A chip, possibly?” You nodded your head in the direction of Wolffe slumped over in the cave entrance, the droid zooming over to him immediately. 

When you finally made it over to the cave the droid repeatedly made a beeping sound over one particular part of Wolffe’s head. 

“What’d you find?” 

The droid pulled up a hologram, a red circle highlighting a small piece of organic matter. 

“This appears to be some kind of tumour, which is not normally found in human brains,” it announced.

Your eyes widened, all the breath leaving your body. Fives had been right all along. There really was a chip hidden in the clones. 

“Remove it.” 

“But- General- I don’t think this is the place to-”

“Now!” you spoke sternly, trying to keep your voice down so the other clones wouldn’t find you. They’d notice sooner or later that their Commander was missing, but you had until them to remove that chip. 

“Very well, General. You may want to look away for this.”

A anaesthesia shot was pricked into Wolffe’s neck before the droid protruded an arm with a red laser attached to the end, beginning to cut a hole into his head. You winced, closing your eyes and holding on to Wolffe’s hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

 “You’ll be okay, my love,” you spoke under your breath to him, rubbing soothing circles on Wolffe’s palm. “I’ve got you.”

The whirring stopped. You opened your eyes again to see what was going on when the droid announced, “The procedure has been completed and the chip has been successfully removed. The Commander will awaken momentarily.”

“Thank you, you can shut down now,” you told the droid, shuffling closer to Wolffe so he knew you were there when he woke up. 

About thirty seconds later, Wolffe began to stir. With a groan he reached a hand up to his head, thumbing over the gauze the incision had been covered by. 

“Ahh, where am I?” 

“Wolffe? Wolffe, my love, look at me. Look at me, please.”

With a grimace he turned his head to look at you, blinking a few times before his eyes widened like saucers. 

“Cyare! What happened to you? Are you okay? Who did this to you?” he panicked, getting to his knees so he could rake his eyes over you better. 

“Oh, Wolffe...” he was back. Your Wolffe was back. You couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, throwing yourself into his arms and sobbing wildly. 

“Oh shhh, shhh easy Cyare. I’ve got you now, you’re safe my sweet girl,” he cooed, rubbing his hands soothingly over your upper arms. “What happened?”

Wolffe paused, looking over at your burning starfighter, at his brothers slightly behind it stood around the body of General Plo. General Plo. Order 66. Oh. He launched himself away from you, breathing frantically. 

“It was me. I’m what happened. I- I did this. Order 66. I killed General Plo and I nearly killed you- oh stars...” Wolffe looked down at his shaking hands, thinking about what he had done with them. 

“Wolffe, look at me. Hey. Look,” you got closer to him, taking his hands in yours to ground him. Still trembling he brought his eyes to yours, tears streaming down his cheeks. “That was not you, my love. That was Sidious. He was controlling you and all the other clones through the chips in your brain. They were planted there for that very reason. I do not blame you, nobody blames you. This was not your fault at all.” 

Wolffe broke down into a flurry of “I’m sorry” and “forgive me” but you just pulled him into your chest, holding him tight, pressing kisses to his temple and his cheeks to reassure him. 

“Wolffe, my love, we don’t have much time. Your brothers are still looking for me to check if I’m dead and I’m sure they’ve noticed you’re missing by now. They’ll find us. I removed your chip but they’re still under control of Sidious. We have to leave.”

“No,” Wolffe choked sternly.

“No? What do you mean no?”

“You don’t have a ship any more, and if you ran now they’d see you and kill you on sight. I need to go back, to tell them I found your body and disposed of it. Then you run when we leave. Run and never come back, you hear me?”

Wolffe spoke through tears, clasping your shoulders tightly to make sure you heard every word. 

“No, no, Wolffe you can’t do that. I’m not going anywhere without you. I’m not leaving you to Sidious. I love you.”

“Y/N, please. My sweet girl. Oh, look at you. I wanted to marry you so bad. More than anything. But now I realise what I want more than anything is to keep you alive, even if that means I can’t be yours any more. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much,” he moved his hands up to cup your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “Don’t you go coming back to find me now, you hear me? Run and never come back. Make a life for yourself. You do that for me, hmm? Promise me,” he wept, wet eyes looking straight into yours.

“Okay. Okay I promise,” you felt your heart tearing in two. 

“That’s a good girl. My good girl,” he spoke softly.

“Wolffe-” you whimpered. 

“I know, I know, love. Everything will be alright.”

Wolffe sighed, heart visibly breaking. His glassy eyes observed your face as though it would be the last time he would ever see it. And it would. 

Unable to find any other words to say, Wolffe leaned down and kissed you one last time, tears mingling on your cheeks. His lips pressed hard against yours, clinging on to the moment as long as you both could. When he finally pulled away you chased after him, not ready to let go. 

“I have to go, cyare. Back to my brothers. I’ll be alright, don’t you worry about me, hmm? You stay safe now, I mean it. I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

Wolffe stood, absorbing the sight of you. How this was the last time he’d ever see his girl. With one final sigh he tore his eyes from you and tipped his helmet back on, exiting the cave and leaving everything he ever loved behind. 

The war left its scars on everyone, but Wolffe knew these ones would never heal.

#commander wolffe x reader #wolffe x reader #clone wars x reader #clone wars imagine #star wars imagine #star wars x reader

[cl-01-kestis]

My Little Rebel - Inquisitor!Cal Kestis x Female Rebel!Reader | Part 11

Summary: You dig deep into your mind and search for answers about your past as a Jedi, unlocking memories you never thought you’d have.

Warnings: this is a filler chapter

“You’re gonna need all the energy you can get, I’ll see you in the morning” Cere hugged you like a mother as she wished you farewell for the night, squeezing you tighter than usual and making you feel safe as you pulled away and smiled.

“Night, Cere” You nodded, earning the ghost of a smile from the woman who turned around and walked away without another word. You closed your door quickly, closing your eyes and leaning your head against the door as darkness flooded your room, only light pooling in vaguely in the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor.

You opened your eyes, realising now just how exhausted you were. You weren’t sleeping as much as you used to, so of course you’d be tired. In fact, tired was a pure understatement. You practically dropped down almost unconscious on your bed as you got down the small set of stairs that connected the two platforms of your room.

The covers felt warm as you wrapped yourself in them, you turned to the large circular window that revealed all the stars and planets the Mantis was passing by. You sat cross legged on your bed as your eyes gleamed up at the pitch black surrounding you, feeling as though you could fall asleep right there and then but something was keeping you awake.

The faint sound of humming could be heard next to you, a mechanic buzz.

Your tired gaze shifted from space to your lightsaber which was placed next to you on your bed, it flowed a faint purple and only then did you realise the force wanted to show you something. Yawning, you picked up the lightsaber and held it in your lap, closing your eyes and memorising your meditation routine due to how religiously you had been doing it since you arrived on the Mantis.

It took a while for you to get that connection with the force, the saber was glowing but it was almost as if it was denying your presence. Still, you kept your calm and didn’t get angry, you knew better than to get angry over such a small thing.

You inhaled deeply, the air filling your chest till it couldn’t anymore which was followed by a slow and outdrawn exhale. The force finally let you slip inside and brought you into the same familiar white space that you appeared in the first time you meditated.

Multiple orbs of purple hue floated in the air, surrounding you and all waiting for you to pick one. You took your time in deciding which one to go for, instead of silence there was now many different voices calling out to you from each orb. You recognised Shaak’s, there was also Wolffe and the Wolfpack, but another voice caught your attention over the others. One you didn’t recognise but were sure you had heard it from somewhere.

It was a young boy, you were guessing at about 11 or 12 years old, his voice was squeaky and he sounded nervous as he called out your name. The voice was coming from one of the orbs furthest away, highlighting itself to you because of its brighter colour and bigger shape.

Curious, you creeped through the other orbs, careful not to touch any as you walked past and eventually stood in front of the bright glowing purple hue. The voice got louder, sounding as though the boy was now yelling out to you as you slipped your hand into the hue, everything immediately going white and the only thing present was the boy’s fading voice.

Your sight returned shortly after, followed by your hearing and then the sensation in your body. You breathed out a sigh of relief, feeling tense at the way it felt to flash back into memories you had forgotten all about. This whole experience was way out of your imagination, you couldn’t make this stuff up even if you tried.

You opened your eyes and found yourself standing in the middle of a cantina hall full of clone troopers, including your own Wolfpack. In your hands you held a tray, you didn’t even know how it got there, but you acted along and looked around for some kind of answer, wanting to know why the force wanted to show you this.

“Padawan, you seem lost?” You jumped slightly and turned around, only to look up and crane your neck at an almost 90 degree angle when a large Lasat male approached you with a kind yet firm face.

“Master Tapal,” You greeted, surprised you even knew his name considering you didn’t recognise who he was, maybe you had more memories you were supposed to cover before this one.

“I-I was just trying to find a seat, it’s pretty busy today” You said whilst looking around, your voice much more squeaky and anxious. Master Tapal let out a brief, short lived chuckle, staring down at you with a smile before looking around and trying to find somewhere to sit.

“I’m sure there’s a seat somewhere, come with me Padawan” He instructed, his massive body turning around to walk in the opposite direction where the booths were located. Reluctantly, you followed him whilst keeping a firm grip on your tray, shy around the clones you passed and trying your best to smile as they greeted you.

You were starting to remember more in your conscious state, getting used to being back in your smaller body and adjusting to the fact you had no control over what you done and said. This was a memory after all, everything you were seeing had already happened, you had no control over it.

“Ah, see! Over there by the corner” Jaro stopped and pointed his long arm over to the corner of the cantina, you almost crashed into him at his sudden abruptness but stayed quiet and looked over to where his finger was directed.

In the distance, inside a booth sat a young boy.

You clutched your tray just a little tighter when you studied him, noticing his fiery red hair and hauntingly familiar face. Next to him was a clone troop, white and yellow armour followed by helmets on the tables so the soldiers could eat their food. Your heart slammed violently in your chest and you felt like you were going to throw up.

“Over there, I’m sure my Padawan won’t mind some company, especially from someone who’s his senior” Tapal nudged you with an amused expression on his face. You gulped down the lump in your throat and nodded, looking back up to the large man and smiling.

“How old is he?” You asked curiously, looking back down to the booth and seeing the boy laugh, you weren’t sure why but it seemed the clones were sharing funny stories and jokes.

“11, 3 years younger than you” He answered with a kind tone, obviously not bothered at the fact you were curious. Nodding your head, you thanked Tapal and bid him farewell before making a hesitant approach to the booth full of clones and the one Padawan boy.

“Um, e-excuse me, can I join you?” You asked with a stutter followed by a blush. The nearest clone to you smiled and chuckled to himself softly, shuffling over and patting the spot next to him at the booth which made your heart feel a little easier.

“Of course! Get yourself comfy kid, you’re just in time for the 13th Batallions stories!” The clone nudged you after you sat next to him and let out a giggle, grabbing your cutlery from your tray and tucking into your food.

A lot of chatter and chuckles were exchanged across the tables, including your own. You shared stories of your own and talked about the adventures you went on with Shaak Ti, the clones were in awe of how brave you were considering your age, but nothing caught your attention more than the small, younger Padawan sitting across from you. He was quiet, letting out the occasional chuckle and waving off whoever asked if he was alright. You stared at the boy in curiosity, quickly looking away if he ever looked over and caught your gaze. He looked familiar.

“I’m (Y/N)” You said, your voice barely audible over the clones laughter. Your eyes connecting to the boys light blue ones and made him smile slightly, he was awkward about his approach though.

“I-I’m Cal, Cal Kestis” He stuttered shyly, reaching his arm across the table and shaking your hand in a soft, delicate grip. Your smile widened and you shook his hand in return, careful not to scare him and watching how hard you shook it until the two of you let go and looked to the clones.

“Are they always this loud?” You asked with a giggle, making the small Padawan in front of you roll his eyes and nod his head, as if he’d been asked the question a million times.

“You wouldn’t believe” Cal laughed, exchanging another glance from you which seemed to bring a blush to his freckled face.

“So what Jedi do you want to be when you grow up?” You asked curiously, turning your attention back to Cal who coughed lightly on his drink when he realised you were speaking to him once again. Gaining his composure, the red haired boy set down his cup back on his empty tray and let out a sigh.

“I like the idea of becoming a Jedi Master or Knight, like Obi-Wan Kenobi” Cal answered with a breezy tone, shrugging his shoulders and scratching his neck before clearing his throat.

“What about you?” Cal looked at you curiously, tilting his head to the side and waiting for your answer as you finished off the last of your meal.

“A Jedi Shadow, Master Shaak tells me I’m fit to be one and I’ve always looked up to the shadows within the temple, their jobs are to destroy the Sith and traces of them within the order” You seemed to boast about what you wanted to be, but to put it bluntly it was a dangerous job. To destroy the Sith and all thats to do with them seems a pretty hefty job, but your determination said otherwise.

“That’s cool” Cal’s eyes gleamed as he looked up at you, as if you were already made a role model just by the statement you just made. You smiled at his amazement and nodded your head, a blush spreading on your face.

“It’s... nothing really, I’ve got 10 more years till I’m at the stage of deciding my future as a Jedi,” You sighed, looking out to the cantina and spotting your Master speaking with Wolffe, their eyes directing over to you. This could only mean another mission had come up.

“Enjoy your training whilst you can, Cal, with skills like ours you’ll be able to conquer anything and stand up against everything,” You picked up your tray, standing up from your seat and bidding the clones a loud and humorous farewell.

“May the force be with you, Cal Kestis” You vowed your head, earning one from Cal who looked disappointed that you were leaving so soon.

“You too” He responded, watching you walk away and up to your master who reached an arm around your shoulders, guiding you away and out of the mess hall whilst Wolffe took your tray and took care of it. Cal didn’t take his eyes off you until you were fully out of sight and out of the Mess hall, feeling a strange ache in his heart before hearing the clones tease him about the way he was acting towards you.

The 11 year old huffed silently, turning around and crossing his arms over his chest and shutting off from the conversations surrounding him.

-

With a violent jolt, you woke up. Panting, sweating and catching your breath like you had just been underwater for minutes. Your body was covered in wet, fresh sweat and you felt your heart slamming harshly against your rib cage. Tears filled your eyes and you felt as though you were suffocating, trying to stop your crying as you shifted in your bed and let your legs dangle off the edge.

You hid your face in your hands, your body trembling aggressively as a cold sweat slowly lurked around you. You felt as though you were going to be sick, your stomach churned with the dinner Greez had made you early on and there was a sensation of impending doom that was heading straight your way.

Acting quick, you got up from your bed and ran up the small set of stairs in your room. You didn’t care what time it was, you had to get to the bathroom. Stumbling out of your room, you dashed for the bathroom beside you and fell to the floor when you reached the toilet. Your body was in a whole mix of sensations, from freezing cold, to boiling hot, to completely in between, you were all over the place.

You kicked the door shut behind you, not wanting to wake anyone up with the commotion as you coughed up your guts and tried not to choke. It was a few minutes until you stopped vomiting and only then did you manage to collect yourself and gather all your thoughts. You flushed the toilet before collapsing on your backside, leaning against the wall beside the toilet and grabbing some tissue and wiping your mouth, spitting out the remains of the horrid sick that remained in your mouth. You closed your eyes, checking that you weren’t going to be sick again before leaning back and letting out an exhausted sigh.

You let the images of the memory flash in your mind, your pulse was beating as fast as it possibly could at the shock you were in. You couldn’t believe it, you wanted to refuse to believe it, but these were your past memories. The memories you had before Shaak wiped your brain and you started from scratch.

Still in a state of shock, you carefully wobbled to your feet and opened the door, staggering back through to your bedroom and closing the door behind you. You didn’t bother walking down the set of stairs leading to your bed, instead you sat down on the floor and held your head in your hands. Your mind was a commotion, swirling with so many thoughts and opinions about the memory you just saw. Tears fell down your face and landed on the ground, followed by a swarm of stiffled sobs and sniffs.

Your body was shaking, at this point you felt like it was shutting down due to how much emotional torment you’d already gone through. First, you’re a Jedi, and now, you knew Cal before... before you ‘met’ Cal? Nothing made sense anymore.

You wanted to talk to him about it, at least say something even if he said nothing in reply, you just needed closure with this. The love of your life was once a Jedi Padawan along side you, you knew him long before he was an Inquisitor and he was even considered a friend.

Why did Shaak wipe your memory? How could she? Your mind held so many secrets that even you had to discover. If you still had the same memory you had as a Padawan, you’d be in a very different place. Cal would most likely be your enemy, he would most likely try and kill you and there would be a war between the both of you. You wish Shaak was still alive so you could ask her why she done what she did. You doubt any other Master wiped their Padawans memory after escaping the purge.

Coming back to reality, you rubbed your eyes and realised the ship had gone into hyperspace due to the stripes of blue and white outside of your large oval window. You stood up clumsily, walking through a light head and managing to get to your bed without collapsing. You needed sleep, you’d seen enough for the night and all you wanted to do now was to rest, only then would you be able to get a break from all the thoughts in your head. Only then would you find a bit of sanity.

#x reader #star wars #cal kestis #jedi fallen order #jedi reader #inquisitor

[clonecest-bin-account]

Spill the tea on the Bad Batch my dude!

Oof, I feel like I'm hitting a wasp nest with a bat, but let’s go.

First of all bear in mind that I don't hate the Bad Batch, but I do have some problems with them, which revolve more about the implication of these characters than the characters per se, so @ Bad Batch lovers please don't hate me too much...

The short versione of this answer, is that I find that they have a kind of "I'm not like the other girls" vibe than I'm not a fan of, but there's more than that.

Let's get the obvious out of the way: they're all painfully whitewashed. Like holy shit. Tech looks like Griffin Mcelroy and that’s not someone that a maori man should look like. Even though all the clones are already whitewashed as hell, they even went a step further and whitewash the Bad Batch even more, and I don't need to tell you that the implications of them being not only whiter, but also The Special Ones, are bad.

And since we're talking about design, I've gotta say that I’m a bit disappointed with theirs, because again, they look like white men even more than regular clones do already, but also mostly because I didn't see these "favorable mutations" at all, except maybe in Wrecker since he's bigger than the others. Want I meant to say is that they look more like the sterotypes they're supposed to represent: Crosshair looks like an asshole, Hunter looks like a pseudo Rambo/Solid Snake and Tech looks like a nerd. 

And like, the only actual mutations are Wrecker's strenght, Tech's bad eyesight and Hunter's heightened senses. The rest, like how good Tech is with technology or the fact that Crosshair is an excellent sniper, aren't really mutations, but talents. Idk I wish they would've been a bit bolder when deciding what mutations they could've given them. One could argue that Tech is there because he's autistic coded, and ok, fine, but then why is Hardcase, who is neurodivergent coded as well, in the normal army then? Why wasn't he with the Bad Batch? What exactly gets you in there and what gets you to be listed as a reg then? It’s confusing.

Also, to go back to the "I'm not like the other girls" shit, I kinda feel like they go against everything they've been trying to do with the clones in the series? Let me explain: they spend so much time showing us that each clone is different from the other, both is a physical way and in a mental way, but now you’re telling me that’s not really the case, because they're regs, and the only ones who are actually different are the Bad Batch.

They also feel a bit one-note when you think about it, which isn't their fault since they didn't have much time to shine, being in just for episodes, but even then they showed us more how much of a badasses they are, and not who they actually are. I feel like they could've done more with them, especially considering that Echo barely interacts with them but he still decides to go with them instead of staying with Rex with which he has a bigger bond, but I guess since he's different too now he's got to stay in his lane? Frankly at this point I would've rather see more different troopers into different batallions, instead of having just one group of them. And like, good for Echo I guess since he’ll probably/possibily escape Order 66 like this, but his choice feels more driven by the fact that the plot says so, rather than he feeling a genuine connections to these characters.

At least for the fact of them being one-note there's hope, since now they have their own show, so there's the chance that they'll get to fluorish as characters, at least I hope, because as amusing as I find them the way they are, I'd still love for them to be a little deeper than “oh look, Wrecker is Heavy from TF2, Tech is Engineer and Crosshair is Sniper” (in this comparison Hunter would be Miss Pauling you can’t change my mind).

Also idk, I feel like there are already the commandos that do the same exact thing they do, and Delta Squad had made a cameo in the series, so they should exist in canon too, so it would’ve been cool to see them, especially since the only time we see a commando in action is with Gregor which, I mean, he’s good and all, but the arc in which he appears isn’t that great imo (and let’s not talk about what they do to him in Rebels cause that’s a beast on its own). Also given how shitty Karen Traviss is, and the fact that, from what I’ve gathered, there’s some bad blood between her and Filoni, I would've loved if they put the commandos in the series and actually done them well and without all the mysoginistic bullshit she's written in her books. That would've been mad funny and I would've loved it so much.

And like sure, the Commandos feel separated from the rest of the troopers too, but I feel like it's been done a little less than how they did with the Bad Batch, but I'm not sure about that still is still haven finished the Repcom books, so I might be wrong about that, but at least in the videogame they don’t seem to consider the “regs” something separated from them.

And this is what I think about the Bad Batch. Moral of the story: I think they had the potential to be something really cool, but it wasn't executed well.

#reply #rants #bad batch #Anonymous

[zoomingthroughthegalaxy]

I'm asking about your boys tell me all about them!

-cloneplatoon

👌👌 I got you, let me just drop some more of my thoughts on them

On Twigs

-He prefers daydreaming about the day he won’t have to wonder if his brothers are coming back this time. Secretly yearns for a life like the one those he protects lead.

- Twigs is the one that managed a whole operation with some of his batchmates to ensure they could keep in touch once graduated. Little messages he gets from them manage to keep him going. Knowing they are still there is a source of great relief.

-While quiet outside, he is actually known by other clones for ranting often at the barracks. Usually its Clone corporal Trickster that hears whatever Twigs wants to talk about that day. He finds it quite soothing somehow, even if he is being bombarded with so much new information.

-If he is not talking to a clone trooper, Twigs always needs to find something else to do, he doesn’t like allowing his mind to wander, and it’s much easier to keep himself busy until he manages to pass out.

On Strife

-Just like his brother, he is on the quieter side in most situations.

-Known  as the one to give the most headaches to his batchmates via forgetting to message back. 

-He is youngest of the batallion and has also been proclaimed the youngest out of all his batchmates much to his charging.

-Being younger however means he connected with his jedi commander rather quickly as they technically are pretty close in age. They get to be dumb teenagers together when they are away from the battle.

-Because of this his armour is usually the victim of his jedi commander’s impromptu doodle sessions whenever he cannot meditate.

-Strife suffers from hopeless romantic disease thanks to romance stories he managed to get a hold of, spends his day daydreaming about someone just sweeping him off his feet one day after the war is over. It’s just a little way for him to forget how it’s very possible he won’t see the end of the conflict.

-The regular visitor of the medbay.

On Twigs and Strife as Cadets

-They were inseparable from a young age.

-So much so that they ended up inventing their own special language to communicate with eachother, it was used for a while before they moved to communicating exclusively in Basic.

-For the first years, Strife struggled to catch up with his batchmates, and the thoughts of something happening to him plagued him and his brothers until they graduated, even when Strife managed to end up performing as expected of them.

#clone trooper oc #clone trooper twigs #clone trooper strife

[esamastation]

Buncha Crap I tried to write today and failed

Firstly, second chapter of Sky Walkers which got, like... 300 words in before i got bored

Sky Walkers Ch. 2

The first time CC-2224 saw Kenobi was in space, and he was on the deck of one of the new Venator-class star destroyers. Over a kilometre in length, the Venator-class ships aren't exactly small, having good hundred meters over the Separatists' Dreadnoughts in length and even more in width. It's experience to be on board one of the things, never mind being on deck and seeing the full, arrow shaped length ahead of them.

Kenobi, when he appeared right next to them without as much as hyperspace blur, dwarfed the capital ship entirely. There is no way to put the sheer size of him into words – other than incomprehensibly vast maybe. No one has the precise measurements of a fully grown Jedi, of course – no one has any idea where the Jedi stop growing, if they ever do – but Kenobi is on the larger side of the Jedi; what the Jedi themselves refer to as Councillor.

Whether it's a size classification or an actual title, no one is entirely sure, but all the Councillor Jedi are beyond impressive – and Kenobi, even then, seemed to CC-2224 like the most awestriking thing he'd ever seen. He wasn't the only one on the deck struck speechless that day – wasn't the only one whose heart skipped a beat.

And that was before Kenobi spread out his wings and lit his dark shape in glow of that strange bioluminescence, with a bright blue horn at what CC-2224 eventually came to know as the front of the Jedi. The Lightsaber of a Jedi.

And then, they heard him.

Hello, there, the Jedi spoke with a warm male voice right into their heads. I am Kenobi, member of the Jedi High Council. I am here to assist you with the liberation of Ryloh.

It was the mind-blowing start of what would be a very short recapture of a Separatist occupied planet.

-

So that was a meh. Then I tried to write a thing with Obi-Wan and Cody where Cody too gets his chip removed and stuff changes and decided to start it with Rex telling Obi-Wan about the chips, but BECAUSE NETFLIX IS A POOP HEAD I havent actually seen season 6 if Clone Wars because it’s not available in finland and yes i’m salty, it didn’t turn out so good so anyway.

-

Chip thing

"Sir, do you have a moment?"

Obi-Wan's eyebrows arch and he looks up from the holoscreen, taking in the clone trooper at the doorway. It's Rex. That's a little odd, he hadn't even been aware that Rex was on board the Negotiator, which is rather curious. Usually he is promptly informed about such things. And not only is Rex aboard his ship un-announced, but he looks deathly serious.

"Of course, Rex, come right in," Obi-Wan says slowly and motions the clone trooper to enter. He closes the holoscreen, turning away from the table. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm – aware this is a little unusual, General," Rex says. "But this is important – and General Skywalker…" he trails off with a frown and shakes his head. "I'm not sure if you're aware about incident with one of the clones of 501st company?"

"Incident?" Obi-Wan asks and narrows his eyes a little. "You mean with General Tiplar?" he asks. "That was nearly a month ago."

Rex bows his head a little. "Relating to that incident," he admits quietly and takes something from his hip pouch, holding it out. "There was an investigation, and one of the clones of the 501st Batallion was involved. ARC trooper Fives, I don't know if you're aware of him, sir."

"The name rings a bell, yes," Obi-Wan admits and accepts what he's being handed to. A plastoid film, containing a small… organic looking little thing. "What am I looking at, Rex?"

"The clone trooper who shot General Tiplar – malfunctioned," Rex says taking as deep breath. "Because this thing in his head shorted out. It's a biochip, sir. All the clones have it."

Obi-Wan frowns, looking between the plastoid film and the clone captain. "I see," he says slowly, noncommittally.

"Fives learned about it during the investigation. There was another incident, during which it was said he tried to kill the High Chancellor," Rex says and doesn't quite look at him. "Fives was taken down eventually, it was branded as mutiny, but before he was shot and killed… he shared with some particulars with myself and General Skywalker. Including the existence of this chip inside all clones."

Obi-Wan says nothing for a moment, turning his attention to the chip. He'd never heard anything about it. "And what does the chip do?" he asks slowly.

"It overrides our brains, sir," Rex says and his eyelids flicker with some barely restrained emotion. "And makes us do whatever people of certain high rank order us. There are hundred and fifty specialised orders programmed into it. Tup – CT-5385 – was executing one of them when he shot General Tipler. Order 66 – all Jedi are branded as Traitors, and are to be… executed immediately."

Obi-Wan stops in the act of flipping the chip over. "That's…" he narrows his eyes. "Quite the thing, Rex."

Rex doesn't answer – staring at mid distance with carefully blank expression. He's made no accusations, Obi-Wan thinks, he's pointed no fingers. "Anakin knows about this too?"

Now Rex's eyes flicker shut just for a moment, and his expression hints at pain. "ARC-5555… implicated the High Chancellor in his tale, sir. Which, considering the previous incident where ARC-5555 was said to have held the High Chancellor hostage… General Skywalker dismissed ARC-5555's words, stating that he like CT-5385 was unwell and not talking sense."

Obi-Wan narrows his eyes, looking away. "Hmm," he answers. "Where did you get this?" he asks, looking at the chip.

"From my own head, sir," Rex says and finally meets his eyes. He turns his head a little and shows a small incision mark behind his ear, already mostly healed. "I – reprogrammed a medical droid to do it – and erased it's memory afterwards."

-

So that was also a bit meh, so after that I just got a word generator thing and had it spew out buncha words at me to use as prompts for snippet thing because I was getting bored and wrote this

-

1. stuff

Obi-Wan doesn't have much in way of possessions when he settles down on Tatooine.

A ship, which he quickly sells. The most of the money he got from selling it goes to purchasing a small plot of worthless land, it's only value being the little sandstone hut on it – and it's proximity to the Lars farmstead. Too rocky and too uneven for any sort of moisture farming and far too removed to be of interest to even the worst of local lowlifes, it's perfect for dissappearing. The rest of the money go to buying an eopie which, he suspects, he will end up selling soon as well.

Set of clothing, which thankfully fit Tatooine's local fashion well enough. Jedi aren't so commonly seen here that people would immediately recognize Jedi tunics – but the rough, simple material it's made of, now that is common. It's what the slaves wear. And like his, theirs is un-dyed as well. He fits right in, so as long as no one takes a closer look at the expect craftmanship of his utility belt and the high quality of his boots.

And then there are two lightsaber. One of which goes into a roughly hewn drawer in is new hut, and will stay there for the next several years if he has anything to say about it.

 2. satisfying

There is strange sort of gratification in getting his little, insignificant life in order. His little sandstone hut has a single moisture vaporator in bad need of maintenance, and air conditioning unit which lets out a puff of smoke when he turns it on for the first time. The cooling unit for food stuff, that has a abandoned nest of something long dead inside it.

It takes him weeks to get the place into liveable state and even after that, it will be constant struggle against the elements, to keep them from claiming what little comfort he's managed to pull together in the place. Tatooine's atmosphere and the specific quality of the twin sun's radiation makes the daytime exhausting to people and corrosive to machinery – to live here is to strike a delicate balance of constant maintenance.

It's a welcome distraction from the constant hurt of absence and betrayal. At this point he's not sure which one is the worse, they vie for top place in his nightmares daily. One day he will learn to live with them. For now, he will avoid them as much as he can and any time he can push them aside in order to grab a wrench instead…

He almost learns to enjoy the work, even if it will never, ever compare to the life and duties of a Jedi. The first glassful of water he gets from the moisture vaporator is one of the sweetest he'd ever had.

 3. tiny

His universe slowly coalescence into that small space. Into Tatooine's twin suns, into Tatooine's deserts and dynes and eventually, into the cramped interior of his hut. The Republic and it's grand spaces, it's open halls and it's vast hyperlanes fades into the distant past and Obi-Wan's existence becomes a small, inconsequential thing.

Maybe somewhere someone is looking for him… but he doubts it.

There's not much of him left to be found, these days.

 4. daughter

Bail sends him one communication, a year into his isolation. It has an actual message on it, which Obi-Wan listens to once before deleting it. The less he knows about the rebellion Bail is building… the better.

The holographic photograph of Leia Organa he keeps.

- - -

Except this turned out to be just “obi-wan just like being in tatooine?” and not the interesting timetravelly AU i was thinking and I got bored with that too

So yeah this is what a bad writing day for me looks like :|

#fanfiction #star wars #drabbles i guess #worthless crap #ugh