#oc clone pup

[one-real-imonkey]

My brain bouncing between stuff for irl, my numerous Corrie projects and my Wolfpack backstory fic for the expanded Corrie guard au but not focusing on any of them long enough for me to make progress:

Me: bully Artem and Shap and Pup some more…

#star wars #my corrie guard au #expanded corrie guard au #commander fox #wolfpack #oc clone artem #oc clone shap #oc clone pup #whoopsie doodles #i swear at some point I’ll finish something I swear

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Calico - Beta

Biographical information

Nicknames: Cali, Cico, Cali'ika, Pup, Puppy Homeworld: Kamino Born: 22 BBY

Physical description

Species: Human (clone) Gender: Female Hair Color: Brown (often dyes one half blonde) Eye Color: Brown Skin Color: Fair skinned Abnormalities/Enhancements: Force-sensitivity

Chronological and political information

Affiliation: Galactic Republic, 104. Bataillon, Wolfpack Squad, 442nd Siege Battalion, Mandalorians, Scavenger Crew, Bounty Hunters' Guild, Clone Force 99, Clone Seeker Crew, Clone Force 17

Story (TCW-TBB S.1):

Calico is an unmodified but enhanced Clone of Jango Fett with the Code-name Beta. She was created after Omega as a backup for Jango’s DNA. Beta then was released in 22 BBY after the death of Jango Fett and the disappearance of his son Boba, making this her official birth year. After her reales from the tube, the Kaminoans found out about her Force-sensitivity and decided not to keep her as a backup any longer but to use her for further researches to find a way to transfer to or trigger Force-sensitivity in other clones.

In those experiments, clone medics were also involved, one of them was the medic of the Wolfpack. They tried to convince the kaminoans to stop their experiments. They told them the child would not survive this because it was to small and weak. The kaminoans ignored them telling them to follow their orders or they would be decommissioned if they disobeyed.

At the same time Wolffe was on kamino too, because of his eye surgery, which he received for his injury that he got after the Battle of Khorm. In the night where Wolffe was about to leave kamino to go back to his men, the medic of the 104th decided while on his night watch duty, to fake the childs death and smuggled her to Wolffe, asking him to take Beta with him.

Wolffe was unsure about this plan because he was afraid it could backfire and they could get in trouble or even be terminated. In the end he still agreed to take her with him. For Wolffe this was the only right thing to do. Wolffe took the child and left kamino while the medic stayed back to avoid any suspicion and waited until the kaminoans sent him back again after he would have reported the death of Beta.

Back on Coruscant Wolffe went straight to his general Plo Koon, asking him for advice on what to do with the young clone, to which Plo just answered that his advice wouldn’t be needed anymore because he could feel that his commander already had made up his mind. He told Wolffe that he could feel his wish for the child to stay with the Wolfpack and agreed that this might be the best, could Plo feel that this child was Force-sensitive and would need help learning to control the Force.

So Beta was taken into the care of the Wolfpack as their ward, and was renamed Calico by Wolffe. Plo and Wolffe decided to not tell the others who exactly Calico was and instead told that Wolffe had found the child on his way back to Coruscant when he had to make a stopover. After realizing that the child was force sensitive and didn't had anyone, he decided to take her with him, so Plo could train her as soon as she was old enough. Beside Plo, Wolffe and the Medic, only Sinker, Boost and Comet were initiated into the secret because they were the closest to Wolffe, knowing they could help more if they knew the truth.

Even if Calico was an unmodified clone, at the beginning she aged much faster than they expected, which confused the Medic of the 104th, did he knew that Calico didn't had accelerated aging. The medic made several investigations but couldn't find anything which proved him wrong. He decided to go back to Kamino for further investigation and with the help of Tech found out that the liquid in Calico’s tube was different than that in the other tubes. It didn’t alter the DNA but paused the aging and growth process, but both couldn’t find out anything more than this. That’s why they didn’t knew that as Calico was taken out of her tube, these processes activated again and let her grow and age at a much faster pace. This made her catch up within one year until she reached the age which she normally would have had if she wouldn’t have been kept in that liquid. From there, the processes continued normally, which was a great relief for everyone.

One year after the rescue of Calico in 21 BBY Calico became the unofficial Padawan of Plo Koon. In the same year, the kaminoans also found out about Calico when one of the kaminoans saw her while their visit on Coruscant and revealed that she was actually Beta and a clone. They busted Wolffe and the Medic and demanded to take Calico back to Kamino with them to continue their experiments. Thanks to the help of Padme Amidala and Bail Organa, they managed to convince the senat to leave the child under the care of Plo and his pack. In return, Calico had to be taken to Kamino regularly to take part in regular examinations. Still, the kaminoans weren't allowed to do anything on the child without prior permission of the senat and jedi council. When Plo wasn't able to accompany her to Kamino, it was Shaak Ti who took care of Calico, making sure everything went as it should.

Calico always considered the Wolfpack and the other clones as her brothers and uncles, except for Wolffe, who took the role as a father figure for her, even calling him buir beside his name. The same applied to Plo, who she also considered her father or grandfather, calling him buir or ba’buir depending on how she felt at the moment. Calico always tend to say she has two dads, her clone buir and her jedi buir. Even if it was mostly Plo who was in charge of her, because of his role as general and jedi, he still respected the opinions and decisions of Wolffe regarding Calico.

When Order 66 was called out Calico was with Plo on Cato Neimoidia. Calico was on the jedi cruiser in space as the troopers turned against the jedi and tried to execute the order on her too. Calico managed to steal a Starfighter and fled the ship. She flew to the planet to find Plo. As soon as she landed, she destroyed the Starfighter, letting it look like she crashed and died. After that she started to look for Plo, from whom she just found the wreckage of his Starfighter. Not having the time to keep looking for him, she ran devastated to find another ship and escaped from the planet into hyperspace. Now Calico was on her own, not knowing where to go because she didn’t knew the way back to Coruscant or any other place. She let the Force guide her, which led her to Cut, who she once met when she got lost and separated from the Wolfpack. Cut told her everything he knew about Order 66, offering her to stay with him and his family, which Calico gratefully declined thinking she could get them in danger. On the next day she stole another ship and traveled from planet to planet.

At one point she met a mandalorian bounty hunter named Loden Rhegor and his wookiee friend Grayytobuck and helped them on a mission. They took Calico into their team, telling her the mandalorian creed required them to take care of her until she was reunited with her people or old enough to take care of herself. Both were close friends with Cid and practically lived in Cid's Parlor. They often worked for her and took on missions from her. Through that they also met and befriended the Bad Batch and often went on missions with them. Most of the time Calico was left at Cid’s, where she befriended Omega, a female clone her age who was often left there too.

After Calico met Rex again and found out more about the inhibitor chip from him, she and the Bad Batch went together with Rex to get rid of the chip, where it turned out that like Omega, Calico didn't had a chip. After that Calico decided to help every clone she could find to get rid of it, to which Loden and Greyytobuck agreed to help her. While looking for clones to help, they met Clone Force 17, a group of clones who deserted shortly after Order 66 and went into hiding. Calico managed to convince them to join and help them.

#star wars ocs #star wars oc #clone trooper oc #clone ocs #tcw calico #tcw grayytobuck #tcw loden rhegor #clone force 17 #tcw wolfpack #wolf pup #story change #story update #back to the roots #calico's a clone again #team clones #team feamle clones

[mandos-mind-trick]

The Wolf Pup

Summary: It’s no secret within the 104th that the stern Commander is soft for the Pack’s so-called Wolf Pup. After a close call on a combined mission with the 501st, Wolffe takes it upon himself to remind her they'll always be there for her, no matter what.

Pairing: Wolffe & Padawan!OC (entirely platonic)

Warnings: Substantial injuries, violence, blood, panic attacks, fluff, soft!Wolffe, whump cause I like torturing my characters.

A/N: So this was originally going to be part of a whump series that I was going to write and never got around to. I was actually going to post something else with these characters but then I was like...wait. Y'all have no clue who Lexa is so I'm posting this one first.

Some background:

Lexa is Plo Koon's padawan. She's a Twi'lek, around 16 years old when this happens in the timeline. She's a year or two older than Ahsoka, and of course they're like BFFs naturally. Lexa is a shortened version of her name cause she has a traditional Twi'leki name that's very hard for non-native speakers to pronounce so she goes by Lexa. She has light purple skin (Cause I can) with darker purple spots (like think Kit Fisto's spots in the CW show but all over her body) and our girl is tall. Like she almost be looking the clones in the eyes. (I swear I'm going to learn how to draw eventually so I can properly portray my OCs.)

MASTERLIST

Her body aches. 

It’s the first thing she notices when she wakes. 

She feels like she’s been hit by a speeder. Her head is throbbing, something trickling down the side of her face. Her arm is throbbing, a deep painful throb that only means one thing. It’s likely broken. She opens her eyes, fear beginning to well inside her. 

She can’t see. 

She presses her hand to her face, not feeling anything covering it. She still can’t see anything. She reaches for her hip, feeling along her side until she hits her belt. She trails her fingers along it until she hits metal. She breaths a short sigh of relief, wrapping her hand around her lightsaber. She ignites it, glad to see its familiar green glow in the light of the cave. 

It is a cave she’s in. She can’t see anything but darkness above her. No sign of daylight. The only other explanation could be that it’s nighttime, but she doesn’t think she’s been unconscious that long. 

It had been morning when they’d attacked. 

They were trying to prevent a droid battalion from setting up a base on this remote planet. If they got their communication tower online, it would cut off one half the Republic Army from the other. 

Master Plo and Master Skywalker had taken half the army one way, and she and Ahsoka had led the other half the other way. Things had looked like they were going well, until something had caused the ground to shake and it had opened practically under her and Ahsoka’s feet. 

Ahsoka. 

She pushes herself to stand, breathing through the pain. She does a quick scan with the force, feeling every bruise, nick, and cut. Her left arm is broken, likely from her landing. She disengages her lightsaber, engaging the com in her vambrace. 

“Master Plo?” Her voice is weak and shaky, her heart thrumming in her chest. 

Nothing but static. 

She tries again, getting the same result. 

Had their mission failed and the droids powered up the communication tower? Or had the fall damaged her comm? It was possible, as she had landed on her left side. 

Ahsoka was her only hope, that her comm was still working. 

“Ahsoka?” She calls into the darkness, hearing nothing but her own voice echoing. 

She reaches out with the force, feeling for Ahsoka as she shines her lightsaber along the ground. She shouldn’t be too far. They were close enough they both were swallowed up by the crack in the ground. 

She feels something, a weak pulse in the force a few feet ahead of her. She moves carefully, not wanting to trip over any rocks. That must be why she hurts. The ground is very uneven with many large rocks sticking out. 

The air leaves her lungs when she finds Ahsoka. 

She’s fallen on a small pile of rocks, her body bent over the beak. She’s still, having been knocked unconscious in the fall. For a moment Lexa thinks she’s dead, but she can feel the weak force signature still. She can heal her. Lexa was always good at using the Force to heal. 

First, she needs to get her down though. 

Lexa’s left arm is throbbing painfully. She’d need to fix that before she can help Ahsoka. She focuses the force, knitting the bone back together. She nearly passes out when she’s done, both from the pain and the exertion. She forces herself onward, though, knowing she needs to help Ahsoka. 

She uses the force, carefully lifting her body from the rocks, lowering her down to the small divot where she’s standing. She kneels next to Ahsoka, looking over her with the light of her saber. She doesn’t look hurt, but she knows she could be fatally wounded internally. 

She grabs Ahsoka’s comm, calling out to her master once more. 

Again, nothing but static. 

“Master Skywalker?” She tries, getting nothing but static again. “Wolffe?” She whimpers, panic beginning to settle in as realization dawns on her. “Captain Rex?” 

Nothing but static. 

Tears run down her cheeks as she begins to panic. She tugs at her lekku, a nervous habit she had yet to break. They’re entirely alone in this huge cavern with no discernable way out, and no way of contacting anyone. They at least knew they were missing above. Someone had to see them fall. This cave system could be huge. How were they going to find them? 

She’s hyperventilating, losing herself to her panic as she shines her lightsaber in both directions. The light disappears into darkness both ways. Which way would she even go? She can’t carry Ahsoka. 

She curses, slamming her fist against one of the rocks. 

She needs to get a hold of herself. 

First she needs to check Ahsoka, and try to heal as much as she can. Then she can worry about trying to find a way out. She’s not going to let Ahsoka die. Ahsoka is like a sister to her, and she’s not going to let anything happen to her. She had promised Master Plo. 

Lexa closes her eyes, taking deep breaths. She centers herself in the force, pushing down the fear and the panic threatening to take over. She can do this. She can be stronger than her fear. 

She puts a hand on Ahsoka’s stomach, focusing the force through her. She holds on as long as she can, healing as much as she can. 

She nearly blacks out, her body falling limp from exhaustion. There’s a headache thumping in her forehead, slowly getting stronger. She’s overdone it, but at least Ahsoka won’t die from her injuries. 

She wraps an arm around the young Togruta, pulling her close. She needs a nap. Just a short one. Maybe she’d wake up and they’d be rescued already. 

**

She wakes in the cave. It’s cold, her body already shivering. She curses, scooting closer to Ahsoka. She wraps her arms around the Togruta, holding her close to try and share any warmth they have left. She reaches for the comm, calling out again but once more, there’s nothing but static. 

She grabs her lightsaber, igniting it. The ground glitters with frost, her breath visible in the darkness, and so is Ahsoka’s. She’s shivering as well. It’s cold. Very cold. It must be night now, or at least close to it. She doesn’t want to think about it getting colder. Neither of them will make it. 

Lexa closes her eyes, reaching out in the force, trying to feel anything that might be close. She doesn’t get far, already feeling the exhaustion pulling at her once more. She can’t exhaust herself completely. Ahsoka needs her, and she couldn’t possibly get them out of here if she’s too exhausted to move. 

Lexa forces herself awake, trying to keep them from freezing to death, too. 

It’s a long and miserable night. 

Lexa is starting to feel the effects of her hunger and thirst by morning. She hasn’t eaten in almost a full day, and she’s beginning to feel it. Expending her energy using the force isn’t helping either, but she has to keep healing Ahsoka. Even if it’s foolish, she refuses to let her die when there is a chance. 

She also continues trying to reach someone on the comms, but she has no luck. 

Until that luck changes. 

It’s a garbled signal, barely audible but she hears it. 

“Master Plo?” She asks, listening to the static. 

More broken voices. It’s not her master. Those are clone voices. 

“Wolffe?” She asks. “Anyone? Can you hear me?” 

It’s quiet for a few moments and she rises to her feet. Maybe if she moved somewhere else in the cave, she’d get a better signal. 

She uses her lightsaber as she walks, pausing every time she hears a sound other than static from the comm. 

“Ahsoka, come in.” 

Master Skywalker. She’s never been so happy to hear another voice, pressing the button on the comm to reply when something swoops down out of the sky, hitting her. The comm link drops from her hand, her body falling back against the rocks. 

She gasps as the air is knocked from her lungs, the attack taking her by surprise. She pushes herself to her feet, shining her lightsaber to try and see what it was. Something swoops at her again, but she ducks just barely getting grazed by it. Whatever it is, it’s very big. 

She’s panicking again. What if there’s more than one? What if they find Ahsoka? Why were they now just attacking? 

She doesn't see it until it’s right on her, talons sinking into her chest as she’s lifted off her feet. She just manages to hold onto her lightsaber as she’s lifted into the air. She can feel skin tearing as the creature holds onto her, blood soaking her robes. She swings her lightsaber at it, catching one of its wings. It hisses out a horrible scream and she readjusts, slicing its feet with her saber. 

It’s a good move, until she’s falling. 

She braces herself for impact once more, only to hit water. It’s shockingly cold, almost stealing the breath from her lungs. She pushes herself to the surface, choking in a breath. Something glides along the water and she ducks down, holding herself under as the creature passes overhead. She keeps herself under until her lungs scream, pushing herself to the top. 

She takes in a big gulp of air, looking around. There’s no sign of the creature. She hopes it’s not because it’s found Ahsoka. 

She drags herself out of the water. She’s shivering, the water icy cold. She’s not going to survive another night with wet clothes. 

She also doesn’t know where Ahsoka is. 

“Help!” She screams, uncaring if it draws the creature, or more of them to her. She’s desperate. She’s lost Ahsoka, she’s soaking wet, and she's going to freeze to death. They both were, if she doesn’t get help. 

She continues screaming until her voice is hoarse, walking around the cavern in the direction she thinks Ahsoka is. She finally finds her again, dropping to her knees on the rocks. This is it. She’s going to die. They both are. She’s failed Ahsoka, and she’s failed her master. 

There’s a loud sound from somewhere above, rocks falling from the roof, clattering on the ground. Bright light suddenly fills the cavern, Lexa holding her arm up at the painful intrusion. 

“Help!” She screams again, putting everything she can into it. She falls back, nearly crying as clone troopers begin dropping into the hole using jetpacks. “We did it.” She breathes, huddling next to Ahsoka. “We’re saved.”

She does begin crying as Wolffe runs up to her, falling to his knees next to her. 

“Wolffe.” She whimpers, squeezing her eyes closed as his fingers prod at the wounds on her chest.

“Easy, ad’ika.” He says, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s get you two out of here.” 

****

Lexa can’t sleep. She’d been freed from the med bay a few hours ago. Ahsoka was alright, making a full recovery thanks to her. Master Skywalker had already expressed his gratitude for what Lexa had done. Master Plo was proud of her and her bravery, even if she didn’t quite feel like she deserved it. 

She wanders the halls, something she does when she can’t sleep. She’d tried meditating already, but her mind is loud with memories of the last couple days. She holds the ends of her lekku in her hands as she walks, tugging on them absentmindedly. It’s a bad habit, it really is, but she’s never been able to break it. 

She nearly walks into a body, a hand reaching out to steady her. She blinks up at Wolffe, meeting the Commander’s naturally stern stare. It softens just a bit as he looks at her, his hand falling from her shoulder. “Sorry, Wolffe.” She says, dropping her hands from her lekku. 

“Careful, ad’ika.” He says. “You just got out of the med bay. Hate to see you have to go back.” 

She makes a face, scrunching her nose. “I hate that place. It smells bad.” 

A small smile tugs at the corners of Wolffe’s mouth. “What are you doing up so late?” 

“Just walking.” She answers simply. 

“Just walking.” He repeats, raising his eyebrows. He’s known her long enough to know when she’s hiding something. She’s good at hiding her emotions from her voice and her words, but her body language gave everything away if you knew what to look for. The subtle shake of her lekku, the little frown pinched between her brows, the tenseness in her shoulders, the way her hands can’t stay still. Wolffe can read her like a holonovel. 

“Well, it’s been a long couple days...” She shrugs, avoiding his gaze. Another sign something’s up. “Lots to think about.” 

“It has been a long couple days.” He says. “You should be resting.”

“Easier said than done.” She murmurs. 

“Come on.” He puts a hand on her back, starting to walk her back towards the barracks. 

It’s no secret within the 104th that the stern Commander is soft for the Pack’s so-called Wolf Pup. She’d wormed her way into their ranks and their hearts not long after the General allowed her to accompany them on missions. She already knew some of their names, and the others she learned quickly. She’s just as kind and caring as her master, and was not afraid to jump in to save one of them on the battlefield if she could. 

The boys loved their little pup as much as they loved their General. The absolute fear they’d felt when they’d been helpless to watch both her and Ahsoka disappear during the earthquake. Boost had been smart to mark the area as they marched on, forced to leave the two padawans behind. They had to get to the base before it could begin broadcasting, and that meant leaving the two padawans and hope they survived long enough for them to return. 

Wolffe had been terrified of what they might find when they finally broke through the thick crust of the planet. It was a long drop into the cave, and he’d thought the worst until he’d heard her screaming. It had broken his heart, how scared she looked, how much blood she had been covered in. Both padawans had lived, thanks to his little pup’s bravery and determination. 

He steers her towards his own barracks, her mind so distracted she doesn’t even notice until the door opens. He’s glad the others are still mostly dressed, not having thought that through very well. He nudges her inside, the others greeting her. Boost and Sinker squish her between them in a hug, their normal greeting for her outside of more formal instances. 

Her muffled voice sounds from between them and they release her, letting her take a deep breath in. The others greet her, despite having seen her only a couple hours ago upon her release from the med bay. 

“Boys,” Wolffe addresses them, setting his helmet on someone’s bed. “I think our ad’ika needs a cuddle pile.” 

They share looks before they all begin moving, grabbing blankets and pillows. Wolffe steers Lexa to the open space against the far wall, sitting down on the floor. He catches a pillow tossed at him, setting it in his lap before tugging her down. She rests her head against the pillow, the others arranging blankets and pillows around them. They all settle in, surrounding their pup with warmth and comfort. 

Wolffe gently massages the space between her lekku, her body practically melting into the floor. He’s not good with comforting words, not like the General, but he can offer her this kind of comfort. Remind her she’s not alone, that they would always be there for her. They would never leave her behind, no matter the odds. He can imagine the kind of fear she had felt, and he hates he couldn’t be there to protect her from it. 

All he can do now is remind her that it’s over, that she’s tucked in safely with her pack.

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@bobaprint, @star-trekker-0013, @rosechi

#star wars #star wars fic #the clone wars #the clone wars fic #wolffe & OC #platonic clones #commander wolffe #plo koon #padawan!OC

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#rinpoll

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Wolffe Wagon Wednesday let's gooo - Wolffe and Dogma - not sure how they'd interact, maybe au where Dogma joined the pack instead?

Despite Everything It's Still You

Summary: They call him Dok. It's a diminutive for the etymology from which 'Dogma' was originally derived from. Despite his remaining reservations over his new posting, he's never been happier to hear that particular word cast his way. [Anon I think you got a little confused by the assignment, I was asking for people to pick one of my OC and a canon character so I could figure out interactions between them. But I will concede because I love Dogma as if he were my own blorbo, and because we could always use more Dogma content.]

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In all honesty, Dogma doesn't expect to survive the looming shadows of Umbara. Correction, he doesn't expect to live in the aftermath of it. He had, after all, made sure to seal his own fate when he'd picked up that blaster and taken aim. Hells, he'd already been in binders. What was one more step towards the noose?

No, Dogma hadn't at all expected to live much longer, after Krell had been felled by his treacherous blood-soaked hands. The weight of his many regret and the crushing guilt making 8 cutting words echo fresh in his mind.

'I hope you can live with yourself Dogma.'

Words he'd ultimately had a response for in the end.

'I don't have to anymore.'

Except he did. Because, as extremely confusing as it may be to him (considering what he knew of the GAR and it's rather unforgiving policies), Dogma was very much still alive. Even though he didn't want to think he was supposed to...

His "transfer" to the 104th is a blur. Not because it was particularly quick or stealthy, but because he's more than a little sure he spent the entirety of it in a shell-shocked state. Dead to the world, staring at infinity, as his brain tried to process and compartmentalize the entirety of his world coming undone. The horrors he'd faced. The horrors he'd helped to unwittingly orchestrate.

One minute he's in the brig, the next he's standing in front of Commander Wolffe. In the older clone's right hand a datapad full of instructions that he would follow to a T, and the left one resting easily on Dogma's own shaking shoulder.

He'd been crying then. Disgracing himself further in front of his superior officer. The thought made him a little sick with shame to this very day. But maybe not as much as it used to...

The first days as a member of the 104th are also a blur. Not because he's back to disassociating, but because there's just a lot to take in. Many things he has to learn and acclimate to.

It goes like this:

He is CT-7023, otherwise referred to as Dokeî (pronounced like 'okie dokey smokey', according to a grinning Comet). He's a new transfer that came in with the last shipment of Shinies, to replace some unfortunate casualties the Wolfpack had recently suffered. He is the 104th's reserve medic in training, which means he will be assigned medbay work on-board of one of the fleet's venators rather than field work. He will never again see a battlefield or flinch in horror at the sound of a lightsaber, unless circumstances give the 104th no other choice but to throw him to the lion's den. He is everyone's little brother, the newest pup the join the pack, and he is loved. When they tell him all this, they mean it too.

They call him Dok. It's a diminutive for the etymology from which 'Dogma' was originally derived from. Despite his remaining reservations over his new posting, he's never been happier to hear that particular word cast his way...

It's not thrown at him the same way Dogma was. Like it tasted filthy in the mouths who spat it out, or as if it were a most profane curse. A slur of sorts. One he'd done his best to turn into something positive with the encouragement of his only batcher and their original squad. Something he had clearly failed at with his first battalion...

When they call him Dok or Dok'ika, it doesn't hurt the same way it did when the 501st addressed him. When he'd failed to understand something apparently basic, or made his presence undesirable due to the many quirks that made him apparently faulty. His too obtuse opinions that often ended with clashes of ideals. His need to share unwanted information that he'd simply found intriguing. His nitpicky tastes and precise manner in which he did things so that his brain could work right.

None of these bothered his new battalion in the way they did his old one. And it was still a shock to him that he could just be without being too little or too much.

When Bully and Jawbreaker (and oh, wasn't it a comfort to be reunited with them? To have someone that understood his odd behavior and what happened back there on that dark hellscape?) called him Dok, it made his heart flutter with delight. Like he was a cadet again and his ori'vode had gotten him some treats that they knew he'd be able to more easily stomach than the early meal gruel. The feeling of being back home, despite never having really had a home before.

And when commander Wolffe did it, he couldn't help but let himself ease into an actual smile even as he stood at parade rest. None of his 501st superior officers had ever looked at him before and really seen him in the way Wolffe did. They all quickly grew bored of his strict demeanor and sharp adherence to protocol. Sometimes rolled his eyes at him as if he couldn't see the disdain they had for his need for that familiar stability.

If anything, he seemed to understand.

The Wolfpack understood. They all did. And that's all he'd ever really wanted, really. And in being given that understanding, that equal footing, he's never felt so much like himself than he did now. Can finally look in the mirror and see who he was, currently is, and who he will soon be. For once the future really seems like a promise, rather than just a distant childish dream.

"Keep at it kid." his ori'vod smiles from ear to ear, both cybernetic and organic eye twinkling with pride. "We'll make a proper wolf of you yet."

And Dogma believes him.

#Eps Writes #star wars #the clone wars #commander wolffe #clone trooper dogma

[salith-skies]

Different Times

#thebadbatch Wrecker x f!OC, a wish by @rinksu-no-joo .

| confessions, season 1, that space chicken nugget run episode where they tell Omega to stay behind, pre Tantiss, insecurity, self-doubt, SFW | 1,447 words

To stay with Omega on Ord Mantell was Elara’s decision. She felt for the girl, hoping that her willing to stay too might brighten Omega’s attitude.

It did not.

What did, however, was earning some money by playing the little strategy game in the center of Cid’s parlor. Elara watched from afar, carefully watching the patrons that slowly crowded the game. Cid came to her side and patted Elara’s shoulder. “Lighten up, Gray. The kid’s doing fine.”

Elara glanced at Cid, slightly annoyed by the nickname but sighed softly through her nose and relaxed her shoulders. “I know.”

“Here,” Cid reached over the bar and pulled out a glass along with a thin bottle. “One on the house,” she chuckled as she poured.

Elara took the drink with a half smile, taking a deep breath as her eyes looked back to Omega. Cid was right, Omega will be fine. She seemed happy, too.

The next few rotations were the same, but the crowd got bigger. By the third rotation, Cid’s parlor was just barely containing its patrons. Omega certainly had a knack for this strategy game and despite some of the shadier folk in the crowd, Elara had made a few acquaintances. One particular woman, a Twi’lek, worked a small food stand in the plaza. Despite the friendly faces, she found herself thinking back to the rouge clones.

Especially Wrecker. When she met him while on a mission to rescue a manticore pup she did not expect her heart to take the lead. While her Jedi ways were considered a threat, she fought her affection for some time before coming to terms that she was living in a different time now.

As her mind kept thinking about Wrecker, Elara’s eyes never strayed far from Omega. She stayed seated on one of the stools at the bar, making light conversation with the patrons that waited on their drinks or food. They never stayed long, which she was fine with. As she continued to watch Omega win again, Elara brought her drink to her lips and glanced down to find it empty.

“Can I buy you another drink?”

Elara turned her head and looked at the man who spoke. He was tall, had horns, and was well dressed. A stark comparison to the folks in the crowd. Cid’s words from the other day rang in her ears and she offered up a small smile. “Sure.”

She put her glass down and Cid filled it up then took the man’s payment. “Do you know the kid?”

Elara lifted her drink to her lips, “She’s like my niece.” Her eyes flitted over to look at the man. “I’m just making sure she’s okay while her brothers are away.”

“That’s kind of you.” The man offered his hand to Elara. “My name is Roland, and you?”

Elara’s eyes squinted in suspicion but took his hand to shake. “Gray.” She wanted about to give up her real name.

Their conversation continued - they spoke of friends and ultimately how they each came to Ord Mantell. In the midst of their polite conversation, the Batch walked through the parlor entrance with confused faces. Cid came to them and boasted how well Omega was doing for her business.

“She really has a knack for this. She’s already paid off some of your debt!”

Hunter gave Cid a sideways glance but couldn’t deny that he was a bit relieved. Wrecker looked over the crowd trying to spot Elara but could not find her amongst them. “Is Elara here?”

Cid looked at Wrecker then pointed over her shoulder. “She’s with some guy at the bar, Muscles. Hasn’t left.”

Wrecker smiled and made his way over. His eyes spotted Elara and saw her chuckling and boy was he happy to see her. He hadn’t said much about his feelings for her, but he knows that something about her is right. He liked her and he was almost certain she liked him, too.

As he walked closer he could hear her laughter and it made him smile brighter. His eyes locked with hers and she waved, “Wrecker!”

He set his helmet down on the stool next to her and embraced her, lifting her off her seat a little. “Good to be back.”

Elara inhaled softly and comfort sprouted within her from being in his embrace. Roland cleared his throat and Elara parted from the hug. “Wrecker, this is Roland. He said he’s some what of an entrepreneur.”

Wrecker looked at the man and noticed his dark presence. It made him feel a bit odd, but he put on a polite smile. “Nice to meet’cha. We’ve got stuff to unload for Cid, so I’ll be back.”

Wrecker walked away and felt strange about himself. Roland wasn’t intimidating yet he wondered why he felt lesser in his presence. He took a glance over his shoulder and saw Elara chuckling with Roland again. It hurt Wrecker and he began to question if she would return his feelings. He put his helmet back on and walked out of the parlor.

Once the night had begun to ween into the early hours of the day, Cid shut the place down. Roland looked at Elara and confidently spoke, “I had a nice conversation with you. I’d like to experience it a second time.”

Elara blinked a few times as she thought about the indication his words had. She let out a half chuckle before declining. “No, it was a nice conversation but I’m not interested in a second time.”

“Ah. I didn’t take you to be interested in clones. To each their own,” he said as he got up to leave.

Elara didn’t let his silent jab go past her. “Watch your mouth. They’ve done a lot for this galaxy.”

Roland looked at Elara and his lips curved into an arrogant smirk but he did not respond. He walked out and once the doors to the parlor were closed, Elara sighed. She looked around and noticed that Wrecker never returned.

She walked back to Cid’s office, only finding Hunter and Tech inside with Cid. “Where’s Wrecker?”

Tech and Hunter exchanged a glance. “He’s been on the ship all night. He seemed rather…down?” Tech explained, fixing his goggles.

Elara connected the dots quickly. She chewed the inside of her cheek as she excused herself to find Wrecker. She walked to the usual landing bay and walked up the open ramp.

She found him in the gunner’s chair at the back of the Marauder. He held his Lula loosely. Elara felt strange not seeing a smile on his face while back on Ord Mantell or to see him by himself for that matter. She came up and leaned on the chair with her arms crossed under her chest.

“Hey, you. You never came back.” Elara tried to ignite a conversation.

Wrecker lifted his head up to look at her for a moment. “Oh, I guess I got off track.” His tone was eerily mellow and Elara wished it was just her imagination. It didn’t suit him at all. “Didnt want to interrupt you and that guy, either.”

Elara scoffed, “You’d never interrupt me. Besides, I like your company way more than anyone else’s.” Her words gained a bit of emotion from him and he turned more in his seat to look at her. Her eyes looked down and a smile broke onto her lips. “I’m serious!”

Wrecker chuckled at her little defense. “I like your company, too.”

“Good.” She poked his shoulder in a playful manner. “Now, stop being sad. I miss your smiles and laughter.”

Wrecker grinned and stood up, embracing Elara tightly again and it made her laugh. He let her go and kept his hands on her arms. He looked down and she looked up, a shift in atmosphere happened so suddenly.

“Elara.” Wrecker felt every heartbeat from his chest down into the palms of his large hands as he continued. “I like you. I know that Jedi’s can’t have relationships, and I don’t imagine you’d want one with a clone if you did want one.”

“Wrecker—?”

“After seeing you with that guy last night, I needed to tell you.”

Elara took a breath and smiled. His words settling into her mind perfectly. “I like you, too, Wrecker. Despite my Jedi upbringing… we’re living in a different time. I want to be with you.”

“Even though I’m a clone.”

She brought her hands up to hold his face gently. “I don’t care what they say. You matter more to me than anything else.” Her eyes held a warmth Wrecker couldn’t help smiling at.

His hands found hers and his grin returned. “Thank you, Cyare.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #star wars bad batch #star wars fanfiction #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #thebadbatch #wrecker x reader #wrecker bad batch #wrecker x oc #tbb echo #bad batch x reader

[captain-mozzarella]

My clone OC Socks! He knits everyone on the 212th socks to pass time during hyperspace travel. His batch ate Pup uses the socks as puppets.

Kinda a continuation of this post

#I have a couple more clone ocs if anyone is interested #there’s Arson #Clownee #Sticky #Woffle (pronounced Waffle) (Because he misread Wolffes name)(very dyslexic coded)(totally not because I made the same mistake at first) #Dirt #And last but not least Spot #sw #tcw #oc #clone original character #star wars #the clone wars #(the clown wars if you will) #clone trooper oc

[disastercyborgecho]

I made a clone trooper OC! The brain rot is real :) If anyone sees any mistakes or has thoughts let me know 'cause I'm very new to The Lore!

This is Loth (chosen for an uncanny ability to land on his feet and avoid blaster fire, and his affinity for naps)

Longer set of notes on Second photo/Backstory:

- Fought alongside General Plo-Kloon during clone wars as ARC Trooper

- Deflected blaster fire took him out during Order 66 and cause chip to malfunction (and caused brain injury)

- After sustained brain injury defects before he can be decommissioned

- Ends up on some backwater planet struggling to survive and eventually found by Rex (accidentally)

- Joins clone rescue/rebellion and begins to teach himself medic skills to feel useful since his brain injury causes struggles as a continued ARC Trooper

- Side effects from brain injury/chip malfunction: loss of sleep, struggle in motor skills (shaking hands, stiff fingers, etc.), stutter, slowness in language (spoken and understanding it)

- Other nicknames from post-CW: Prick & Pup/Puppy (When he starts learning to draw blood and other medic stuff he’s gotta practice with his hands being shaky and he’s not great when he starts, hence Prick, the reference to needles as well as the moniker that comes out of his brother's mouths when he stabs them over and over again) (He sometimes spaces out in terms of some higher cognitive function around the base, or god forbid, during a mission, but he still recognizes his brothers and so has a tendency to just follow around the closest one and shadow them until he’s back online so to speak, hence the nickname pup, as in ‘puppy nipping at your heels’)

Notes on Personal Items :

- brothers paint helmet to prove they trust/care for him and his abilities as a medic post-CW

- Blade from Trip, a fallen batch brother from order 66

- Lothcat keychain, stolen in market on backwater planet post-CW

Text in photo with full body ref :

- Carries as much first aid supplies as he can, hoards and collects it whenever he can

- Lost most of his original CW armor through theft or selling it for food/credits (Rex and his boys after CW make it a mission to slowly replace it afterward)

Labels on full body ref from top to bottom:

- Trip’s blade

- Sold leg while alone post-CW for credits (prosthetic courtesy of Rex)

#star wars #clone wars #clone troopers #clone trooper oc #star wars oc #original character #sketch

[komorebi-art-blog]

Kaleesh week

Day 4 - Force

@tuberculosis-bot-9000

But technically pups can do too. I was very happy to draw this piece because it contains two of my three favorite parts of this fandom. This is our OC Pulpar jai Soraha from an AU. One of Grievous' youngest children, wounded by the war before he was even born. @koyato has already mentioned our headcanon on what caused the Great Hunger. Chemical weapon used by Huks in a desperate attempt to stifle a counterattack. Children of survivors of the influence of chemical weapons suffer from many chronic diseases, deformities of the body, delays in physical and mental development... Soraha was lucky enough not to have conditions incompatible with life and to become capable enough to fit into society. But of course he wasn't untouched.

His head is deformed, although this is almost invisible behind traditional clothes. The most noticeable are large bulging eyes. But its features are most clearly manifested in behavior. He is infantile and naive even for his age, he learns slower than his peers, it is more difficult for him to adapt to society and stressful situations. He is kinda in his own world. But this does not deprive him of a normal life, Kaleesh looks surprisingly tolerant and loving to those who have fewer opportunities or more difficulties than most. His family also cares about those who are much less fortunate than Soraha. But Soraha has another characteristic. He is force-sensitive. The force didn't have much impact on his life until a certain age, except that sometimes he had strange dreams about things that hadn't happened yet. Until the moment he met Jack.

Jack 14 is not canonical character from the lego cartoon "The Yoda Chronicles" and I LOVE him. You should check it out if you haven't watched it yet, it's a great show (and not thanks to the name in the title, Yoda literally feels like a minor character for some reason). But you can understand why I can't accept that Jack is not in the canon, a force-sensitive clone with a glowing cybernetic prosthesis and a power equal to the ancient Sith, and at the same time his only desire is to be left alone and not be part of all the bs that's going on in the galaxy. He is beautiful and I love him and I will show him to everyone.

But going back to Soraha. It is dangerous for a young force-sensitive being to remain without training. The force can be confusing, especially for a child who doesn't understand what's going on and can barely control it. But most of the teachers are Jedi... And Kaleesh won't let the Jedi get within rifle range of their children. But Jack is not a Jedi. Never was, for that matter, he was closer to the Sith. But he has been free for a long time and is ready to help the young Kaleesh master the basics of the force.A living force uniting all beings in the universe.

In this art, he probably explains to Soraha how cloning works, and there is no better way to explain something to a child with learning problems and lack of attention than through beautiful magical pictures.

#ok they turned out cute #kaleesh week #kaleesh week2023 #Pulpar jai Soraha #Jek-14 #star wars #tcw #star wars au #clone troopers #kaleesh #star wars oc

[epic-and-kitty]

Twist - 🐶💛🎮💜

🐶 Does your OC have any pets?

Since Twist was nomadic for most of her life that she remembers, she really didn't have the means for a pet despite really wanting one. However, after she's adopted by Captain 3 (or Xero, as he prefers to be called) and allowed to live with him, she gets several pets from Frye and Shiver in the form of house warming gifts. Frye gives her an entire bed of garden eels, which act much like an ant colony would in our world, except the eels will sometimes play around in her tentacles and act as fashion accessories of their own free will, as well as a baby giant eel Twist names Mora. Mora will twist around Twist in a comforting manner as well as give her a lift if she's too tired to move.

Shiver on the other hand gifts her the runt of one of Mega's litters, a pup named Sammie. Sammie is a bit of a handful, constantly trying to eat furniture or Nom Nom (or Mora tbh) but Twist has made great lengths training him to be a good pup, even if he does try to nip at Nommy's fin hawk every now and then. (Don't feel too bad for Nom Nom, he is fully capable of protecting himself and has put Sammie in his place multiple times (Big Buddy anyone?))

Also, after Twist's "puddle incident", Mora and Sammie become guide animals for her as she recovers from not having a body. (Sammie by leading her and letting her lean on him when tired, and Mora by doing the same and being able to let Twist ride her in dire circumstances)

💛 How many languages does your OC speak? What languages are they learning?

Twist can actually fluently speak Octarian, Salmonid and Inklish, as well as read Octarian, Salmonid and Deep Sea Metro script.

Currently, she's learning to read Inklish as she simply couldn't decipher all the scripts of the language until she got help from Army and Mask. She's also learning Alternan with help from ORCA.

(Deep Sea Metro script is spoken like Octarian, but the script is completely different from written Dome Octarian and other dialects of Octarian)

🎮 What are three of your OC's favorite hobbies?

Twist ADORES sewing, especially sewing plushies for her and her friends. She's really good at it too. In fact, if you get a handsewn plush from Twist, you know she considers you a great friend.

Twist also enjoys researching humans and their culture. She sometimes goes back to Alterna just to go through all of ORCA's files on humanity (ORCA definitely doesn't mind the company or constant questions after 12000 years of silence) Twist's favorite band, Shine On Sea Dogs (a fan band of mine I haven't revealed yet), actually finds old human music records and remixes it while giving it a Mollusk Era twist and Inklish or Octarian lyrics (usually way off from the actual human ones, but they're trying their best).

Twist also just likes to walk around and people watch, or find places to enjoy nature in peace. In fact, the way she and Skull actually got to really know each other was when they both found the same cave like formation at Scorch Gorge and and decided to share it to watch the sunset/sunrise in occasionally. She likes her freedom to walk wherever and find a new place. (This does not help her and Skull not get horribly horribly lost though)

💜 What's your OCs ancestry/genetic background?

Aside from her being a pygmy octoling and a rare nine tentacled octo, Twist honestly doesn't know. She was found abandoned and half dead on Salmonid territory with no memory, she has no idea who she's related to or what's in her genes

(It's funny she gets along so well with Hue, her universe's Agent 8, who also is a rare tentacled octoling. They almost act like siblings)

(Technically, they kinda are. Twist is a clone of Hue, albeit far more...."customized" than he is, considering the differences in skin tone, size and of course gender. However, neither are currently aware of this, aside from Hue finding Twist "familiar" upon first meeting her.)

#answered asks #thanks for the ask! #Oc Twist #itsmaddienow #OMG this wasn't supposed to be this long holy shit #Splatoon #Splatoon OC #Enjoy the lore dump! #Also Twist didn't have any pets until I got this question and thought about it so thank you for that spark of creativity!

[luminalightsverse]

Calico: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? Plo shocked because of Calico's choice of words: language!!! Boost laughing his ass off: Yeah watch your fucking language kid Wolffe not amused and ready to break some bones: OKAY WHO THE HELL TAUGHT MY DAUGHTER THE FUCK WORD? Comet amused: 'The fuck word'. Sinker the only grown up uncle in the group.... kind of: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time Boost the one who taught her the 'f word': Oh my god Sinker really censored it Comet the other person who taught her the word: Say fuck, Sinker. Boost smiles evilly: Yeah Sinker.... Do it, Say fuck.

Yeah Wolffe found out who taught Calico 'the fuck word'. No he didn't killed Boost and Comet. Not because he didn't wanted to but Plo wouldn't let him. Still both got their ass kicked and a slap on their heads. Calico on the other hand had to promise to never use this word ever again.... She used it again..... just five minutes later. Boost and Comet still find it funny. Wolffe not so much.

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars incorrect quotes #star wars oc #star wars ocs #plo koon #commander wolffe #tcw sinker #tcw comet #tcw boost #calico!oc #tcw ocs #tcw oc #tcw #tcw wolffe #tcw calico #my ocs #clone wars oc #puppy wolf #wolf pup #plo bros #plo buir #papa plo

[creme183]

My clone OC Grissom holding a pup (Jilla) from the litter of his Massif, Yar-na. Yes, the lil baby bit him. It’s why he loves her.

Only time you’ll ever see him smile is when he’s with his pups. Fun fact, when they were born, he requested to not go on patrol. The other members of the guard called it his “maternity leave”

He’s taken by his dogs, the demi-sexual king

#star wars #sw #swcw #fanart #my fanart #star wars clone wars #my art #all clones need a hug #star wars the clone wars #star wars oc #coruscant guard #clone oc #massif #baby massif #swtcw

[stingraycalledwyvern]

Lost and Found: A Commander Fox Series

Full Series Ao3 Link: Lost and Found

Summary:

When Commander Fox finds a box of abandoned pups in an alley, he does what any good alpha would do: takes them home to look after them. As Fox works to balance his duties to the Republic with his duty to these pups and strives to unravel their story, he learns about the nature of Wolves, packs, love, and himself. A story of family in many forms, from the tight-knit members of the Coruscant Guard to blended family and adoption.

Series Info:

Series Rating: T-M Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) Relationships: Commander Fox/OC [M/M] Primary Characters: Commander Fox, Felix (OC) Secondary Characters: Commander Thire, Clone OC "Tooka", Clone OC "Cracker", other original characters Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Shapeshifting, Fluff, Family, Hurt/Comfort, Dad Commander Fox, wolf forms and human forms, no sexual content Warnings: Implied/referenced domestic violence in Part 1 and Part 3, depictions of domestic violence in Part 2

Fics in the series:

Part 1: The Pups -> T-rated first arc of the story, following Fox as he and the Guard care for the pups. Part 2: The Dam -> M-rated second arc of the story, following Felix (the pups' dam) through the circumstances that led to him giving up his pups. Part 3: The Pack -> T-rated third and final arc, following Fox and Felix as they work to build a blended family together.

#star wars #sw: tcw #swtcw #commander fox #fanfiction #non-traditional a/b/o #stingraycalledwyvern #wyvern's lost and found series

[mwolf0epsilon]

Mwolf0Epsilon/TipsyEpsy (Call me Eps)

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(Forceful Intervention AU Info Post) - AU under some Reconstruction

(Tatooine Odd Encounters AU Masterpost)

(Eel Side of the Moon AU Masterpost)

(Cabur Kad'edee AU Masterpost)

(Star Wars OC Quiz)

Star Wars OC List under the Cut

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-Natborns-

Mae Eppa - She/Her, Poluzitanian, 104th Engineer/Mechanic, Smuggler/Rebel Ally, Married to Mambo, Double Amputee (took Grievous's legs to use as her own as a form of revenge), Known as the "Crazy Droid Lady" or just "The Droid Lady".

Fae Eppa - She/Her, Kel Dor, Force-Sensitive, Rebel, Mae's and Mambo's adopted daughter.

Zed Kwinde - He/Him, Trans, Cyborg, Jedhan, Force-Sensitive, Mercenary, Double-Agent (sabotaging the Empire from within).

Vikerius Kwinde - He/Him, Jedhan, Force-Sensitive, Deceased (killed by General Grievous prior to the Malevolence incident).

Sheelah Terruss - She/Her, Shestavenan-Bothan Hybrid, Components Merchant.

Lumah Terruss - She/Her, Shestavenan, Elder, Matriarch of the Terruss Family.

Gustav Terruss - He/Him, Shestavenan-Bothan-Human Hybrid, Rebel, the product of a one-night stand between his mother and a clone, wants to meet his father and learn a little about his human heritage.

Erin Daetiini - She/They, Ruurian, Force-Sensitive, AgriCorps Jedi, MIA Post-Order 66.

Imogen the Betrayed - She/Her, Togruta Mandalorian, Animal Tamer, Huntress, Banished by her Clan (her head-tails were sliced during her banishment), Traveling with Kerberus and her Akul companions.

Sulu Ra - He/Him, Kaminoan, Mad Cloner of Kamino, Has a God complex.

Kera Brookii, the 13th Sister - She/Her, same species as Frog-Lady, Inquisitor, A little on the short side, Adept at lightsaber combat and very power-hungry.

Lyssandr Teklar - He/Him, Tradoshan, "Dead Men Walking" Band-Member, Keyboardist, Force-Sensitive.

Madame Orquídea - She/Her, Yam'rii, Owner and Madam of the Golden Ladybug (a brothel in Coruscant's Red Light District).

Abuela - She/Her, Zabrak, Fruit-stall owner and vendor in Tatooine (More specifically Anchorhead). No one really knows her name and she's not in the habit of giving it freely, so most people just call her "Abuela". Her entire family had left Tatooine years ago in search of new opportunities. For all she knows they’re probably dead since she hasn't heard anything from them in ages.

Kiwi - They/Them, Jawa, a loner that roams the deserts of Tatooine on a sled pulled by their pet massiff. They appear to be on "good terms" with multiple different Sand People tribes since they seem comfortable traversing through different territories, and are also familiar with their sign language. Took Stray in after they found them out in the desert roaming with their massiff pup companion with no signs of their tribe.

Stray - They/Them, Uli-ah (Sand Kid), an orphaned child whose tribe was taken out by hostile settlers. Managed to survive thanks to their mother sending them out with their massiff pup before providing a distraction for them to run away undetected. Roamed for several days before Kiwi found and adopted them. They're rather quiet and reserved.

Makasky 'Mak' Lupma - She/Her, Human-Chiss Hybrid, Zoologist and Wildlife Photographer.

Hugo Espin - He/Him, Human?, a baker that owns a street vending stall on Coruscant, Sponge's significant other.

Molly Espin - She/Her, Human-Clawdite Hybrid, Sponge's and Hugo's youngest daughter, can only change the color of her hair and scales rather than shapeshift properly.

Maraali 'Al' Douma - She/They, Twi'lek-Nautolan Hybrid, locksmith and head of security for the Golden Ladybug.

Dominik 'Domino' Douma - He/Him, Human-Twi'lek-Nautolan Hybrid, Maraali's son who was conceived with the help of a close friend, a bit of a mischief-maker, loyal to those who have earned his respect.

Pia Hamlyn, She/Her, Sollux, Force-Sensitive, Darksider specialized in Force-Suggestion conducted through the use of a musical instrument (basically the SW equivalent of the Pied Piper)

-Clones-

104th:

ARC Trooper Bully - He/Him, Was in Krell's Battalion prior to being reassigned to the 104th, Phase II Armour, Anger issues, Deceased (was killed by Jawbreaker in an attempt to save Mae when the chip took over).

ARC Trooper Jawbreaker - He/Him, Was in Krell's Battalion prior to being reassigned to the 104th, Phase II Armour, Was disfigured by Krell, Deceased (killed himself after killing Bully due to both being afraid that the chip would take over him, and because he couldn't live without his brother).

Clone Medic Hyena - He/Him, left his batch squad due to them being unrelenting bullies, Phase II Armour, MIA

501st:

Clone Medic Sponge - They/Them, Phase II Armour, Known for their cantankerous disposition and desire to be a parent, MIA since Order 66 (their chip malfunctioned during the Temple purge).

Clone Trooper Jelly - He/Him, Phase I Armour, Sponge's closest batchmate, Deceased (died during his first deployment in an incident involving treacherous terrain).

Clone Trooper Lichtenberg - He/Him, 501st Battalion, Phase II Armour, Oldest brother of the Long Name Squad, Accident Prone, Reported as MIA prior to Order 66 (was left behind on Umbara after he was dragged away by a Banshee).

Clone Trooper Acronym - He/Him, 501st Battalion, Phase II Armour, Tup and Dogma's actual batchmate/tube-triplet that they were separated from before being reunited as members of a squad made up of "spare cadets", Deceased (was eaten alive by a vixus on Umbara)

Clone Trooper Poppins - He/They, a shiny that joined the 501st very late into the war and who somehow fell through an inter-dimensional portal, he doesn't know what's going on half the time in this new world he fell into but it sure beats the horrors of war, has a strange fondness for combat umbrellas. He was Tidbit's closest friend and one of very few troopers that actually knew of his existence. He often worries about the vod'ika he didn't mean to leave behind.

Tidbit - He/Him, an experimental clone type originally intended to be used in espionage missions but things didn't quite go to plan (likely due to him being cloned from a later generation of clone where Jango's DNA sequencing was already starting to break down significantly), is 6 inches tall (it's never been disclosed if this was done on purpose or if this was a major glitch in his cloning process), was kept in a cage like an oddity for the great majority of his life which has left him somewhat under-socialized and prone to self-doubt and anxiety episodes, was discovered and rescued by Poppins who took care of him until an incident caused him to go MIA. It's unknown what happened to Tidbit after Order 66. He's not technically a part of the 501st since very few know about his existence.

Clone Trooper Azulejo - He/Him, a veteran trooper of the 501st who is known for being an excellent inker and for having an eye for detail. Has a fascination for traditional painted ceramic tilework, which is where he got his name from (he's never disclosed why he's so interested by this particular kind of fixtures but there's definitely a story there). He is the last living member of his squad and has taken Caramba under his wing. Is one of the 501st's appointed barber's although he excels more at tattoo work and intricate fade buzzcuts.

Clone Trooper Caramba - He/Him, a veteran trooper of the 501st who was disfigured during a particularly harsh campaign. Soft-spoken but highly opinionated. Couldn't get a facial tattoo like he wanted to due to the extensive scarring he was left with, which he moaned about to the very end of the Republic's days. Always keeps his face covered (not because he was ashamed of the scarring but because he his Commander always looked sad when she saw them) and has an extensive collection of handmade balaclavas with different motifs. Became Azulejo's protege due to being the last living member of his own squad, and while he can't really ink intricate tattoos he's very good at styling hair and mixing dyes.

Kit Fisto's Battalion:

Scuba Trooper Geoduck - He/Him, Scuba Armour, Sponge's batchmate, Is socially awkward and has a severe case of Face Blindness, MIA Post-Order 66.

Scuba Trooper Conch - He/Him, Scuba Armour, Sponge's batchmate, Is socially awkward and prefers to offer people shells or sea glass as a sign of appreciation rather than talking, MIA Post-Order 66.

Scuba Trooper Crayfish - He/Him, Scuba Armour, Sponge's batchmate, Identifies as a Problem, has an unusual taste for raw (sometimes still living) seafood, MIA Post-Order 66.

212th:

Clone Trooper Pretty Boy - He/Him, Phase II Armour, Second oldest brother of the Long Name Squad, Self-absorbed and excessively flashy, Deserted prior to Order 66 (couldn't take the "loss" of Lich and ran rather than face Olly).

Clone Medic Canivete - She/Her, Phase II Armour/Medical Officer Fatigues/Flight Crew Gear, part of the Guile Squad Batch, MIA Post-Order 66.

Coruscant Guard:

Riot Trooper Olly Olly Oxenfree - He/Him, Phase I Armour, Baby brother of the Long Name Squad, Was part of an unethical gene therapy experiment that greatly enhanced his physique but left him with chronic pain, Is scared of animals due to having been savagely mauled by two Correlian Hounds, Deserted post-Order 66 and fled with a handful of other Riot Troopers.

K9 Trooper Redacted (ARF Trooper Schrödinger) - He/Him, Reconditioned, Massiff Trooper Armour, Handles a Strill instead of a Massiff, Has a speech impediment due to brain damage, No one has ever seen what he looks like under his helmet, Deserted post-Order 66.

Commander Sturm/The Ion Borg - He/Him, Fox's ill-fated predecessor, Angered the wrong people and paid the ultimate price, Roams the depths of Coruscant as a semi-mindless abomination, Sometimes remembers who he used to be.

Tongue Twister - He/Him, ex-Kamino Guard that was part of the "Volture Crew" (aka, medical staff assigned to harvest viable organs from decommissioned clones), reassigned to the Coruscant Guard, Dental Surgeon (the only dentistry expert in the CG), had his tongue ripped off during his first week on Coruscant, has a VERY morbid/bizarre sense of humor.

Vikerius Kwinde's Battalion:

Clone Commando Dragon - He/Him, Leader of Mythos Squad, Defected after his general's death, Deceased (was killed by Kerberus upon attempting to kill him due to accidental activation of his chip).

Clone Commando Komainu - He/Him, Designated Medic of Mythos Squad, Defected after his general's death, Mute, Deceased (was killed by Kerberus upon attempting to kill him due to accidental activation of his chip).

Clone Commando Basilisk - He/Him, Sniper of Mythos Squad, Defected after his general's death, Missing an eye, Deceased (was killed by Kerberus upon attempting to kill him due to accidental activation of his chip).

Clone Commando Gremlin - He/Him, Designated Technician of Mythos Squad, Defected after his general's death, Hypochondriac, Deceased (was killed by Kerberus upon attempting to kill him due to accidental activation of his chip).

Clone Commando Kerberus - He/Him, Demolitions Expert of Mythos Squad, Defected after his general's death, Deaf, MIA (was forced to kill his squadmates in self-defence because he couldn't hear the order thus he was in direct violation of Order 66), Traveling with Imogen.

Krell's Battalion:

Clone Officer Incognito - He/Him They/Them, Softshell, part of the Guile Squad Batch, Wandering the Galaxy aimlessly in an attempt to keep the Separatist Droids that took over the Venator class ship he was assigned to from attacking Republican space, Is pretending to be a Droid with surprising success, Has so much anxiety...

Clone Captain Carno - She/Her, Weak-willed and somewhat deceitful to the point of being considered treacherous by most other clones, unwilling to take risks due to past bad experiences, keeps everyone at arms length due to having had his trust shattered by Krell, very unsure of himself with little to no confidence to back him up.

ARC Trooper/Lieutenant James - He/Him, Overconfident to the point of arrogance, cowardly and most definitely more of a follower than he lets on, all bark and no bite but his bark sure is loud.

Clone Medic Bon - He/Him, Meek and extremely introverted, very easily startled and intimidated by authority figures, has become a yes-man out of necessity and now it's basically a permanent personality trait, somewhat negligent due to never speaking up for himself or others.

Clone Trooper Clearcut - He/Him, Focused and composed which compliments his unshakeable resolve, the most competent member of his entire battalion due to taking into account all logistics and information available to him, believes in subtlety instead of indiscretion, keeps everything in working order with the help of Capri, knows when to retreat if it means living another day to win the battle, refuses to leave anyone else behind.

ARC Trooper/Corporal Wallflower- He/Him, 1 of 2 living members of Jenga Squad, Man of almost no words (most assume he's mute), an apathetic loner with a propensity for staring at others for uncomfortable amounts of time, prefers not to engage or add anything to the table much to the annoyance of everyone considering he's a brilliant tactician, tends to wander off on his own and leave everyone else to pick up his slack.

ARC Trooper Nowt - He/Him, 1 of 2 living members of Jenga Squad, Insensitive to the point of needless cruelty, extremely argumentative and unwilling to think outside of the box, follows authority without question and is regarded as the biggest bootlicker/snitch of the battalion, would not hesitate to leave someone else behind to save his hide.

Clone Sargeant Caprichoso - He/Him, Passionate and rebellious to the point of being considered an anarchist, extremely creative which he employs in compensating for the rest of his rather difficult/uncooperative team, gets in trouble often due to refusing to sell out his brothers when they do something that would negatively impact the battalion as a whole (even when they would not do the same for him and would most definitely throw him to the wolves).

Clone Trooper Lobo - He/Him, Rude and needlessly aggressive, incredibly distrustful of others and defensive in every social interaction, constantly terrified and prone to lashing out due to having trouble controlling his emotions, is only openly close to Capri and Clearcut (everyone else is regarded with suspicion/open hostility), often a liability out in the field.

327th Star Corps:

Blaze Trooper Pi - He/They, Unofficial Slicer, part of the Guile Squad Batch, a bit of a loner, has a peculiar affinity for circles, code, pie, pizza & frogs, needs reading glasses.

41st Elite Corps:

Clone Trooper Abstract - They/Them, part of the Guile Squad Batch, an accident involving a Sith Artifact has left them permanently altered (and with the ability to physically alter themselves), was being kept in an isolated room within the Halls of Healing in the Jedi Temple prior to Order 66, while not inherently malicious their perception of things has been warped so drastically they no longer know what is or isn't natural in the eyes of others.

The Spongelings:

Clone Cadet Sixer - He/Him, Polydactyly, Wants to be a soldier.

Clone Cadets Patchwork & Ragdoll - He/Him & She/Her, Twins, Separation anxiety, Both are interested in designing and making clothing.

Clone Cadet Cartoons - He/Him, Autistic, Wants to be a comic book artist.

Clone Cadet Bonesy - She/Her, Albino, Wants to be a doctor.

Clone Cadet Sucata - They/Them, OCD, Wants to be a mechanic.

Clone Cadet Leech - He/Him, Iron Deficiency Anemia, Wants to be a doctor.

Clone Cadet Gadget - She/Her, Hoverchair-Bound, Wants to be an engineer.

Clone Cadet Spore - She/They, Deaf, Wants to be a gardener.

Clone Cadet Amoeba - He/They, Force-Sensitive, Unsure about the future.

No Battalion Affiliation:

Clone Medic Pox - He/Him They/Them, Genderfluid, Phase I Armour, MIA, Infected with mutant strain of Chordopoxvirinae Caeruleum (unfiltered air causes him to projectile vomit highly acidic bile that can corrode both organic and synthetic materials).

Clone Cadet Caboose - He/Him, Was a part of an unethical gene therapy experiment that saved his life, Has vitiligo, Is the adopted son of Rhythm (the Guard's communications officer).

Clone Cadet Tulpa - He/Him They/Them, One of five Tubies rescued by Sponge from the clutches of Kamino post-Order 66, Is the adopted son of Dogma.

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia (Hippo) - She/Her, part of the Long Name Squad's Batch, was kept by Sulu Ra as a test subject, suffers from cyclopsia which greatly impairs her vision, used to be conjoined at the hip with her twin, Cala.

Supercalifragalisticexplialidous (Cala) - She/Her, part of the Long Name Squad's Batch, was kept by Sulu Ra as a test subject, suffers from polymelia which makes her require a cane to walk due to requiring some extra mobility support, used to be conjoined at the hip with her twin, Hippo.

Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch (Goch) - He/They, part of the Long Name Squad's Batch, was kept by Sulu Ra as a test subject, suffers from significant skull deformations which give him the appearance of a cynocephalus, is incredibly shy due to his facial structure being so outlandish compared to other clones.

Syrup - He/It, Pox's only surviving batchmate, Phase II Armour (never painted), serving an imperial outpost under his inhibitor chip's influence, has sticky fingers and a whole host of issues due to his chip slowly deteriorating, only identifiable marker is a moth tattoo on the back of his neck.

8-Ball - He/Him, part of the Guile Squad Batch, Phase II Ordinances Specialist Armour, Force-Sensitive but unaware of this, has premonitions of the future that he assumes are just gut instincts.

-Droids-

Julius - He/Him, Prototype Astromech, Speaks primarily in Binary Slang, Holonet Speech and occasionally Galactic Basic, Very Sassy, Has an extensive musical playlist, Mae's BDFF (Best Droid Friend Forever).

Mambo - He/Him, Repurposed Security Droid, Rescued by Mae from a scrapyard he was sold to due to a production defect, Was offered a job in her crew as a medic, Oftentimes the voice of reason of the crew, Is begrudgingly (you love her dude, just admit it) married to Mae.

Hush - He/They, Commando Droid, An excellent shot, Busted Vocal Processor (can only emit static noises and has refused to get their processor repaired because he finds people's reactions to the noises he makes entertaining), Defected to the Republic due to knowing that the Separatists viewed him and their kin as mere canon-fodder, Is only loyal to Mae and her crew.

Conk - He/Him, Modified Gonk Droid, part of Mae's crew and certified barista/caf dispenser for the Wild Buccaneer, has no sense of humor and is actually quite cantankerous for a Gonk droid (probably because he's making caf instead of charging things).

Vik - He/Him, Was built and programmed by Mae to replicate Vikerius Kwinde's personality, Constantly dealing with his existential dread and imposter-syndrome, Despite being a droid he believes himself to be Force-Sensitive (likely due to his purpose being that of emulating Vikerius's personality), Has a crush on Corry.

Corry - He/Him, Delivery Droid, Has great costumer-service programming, genuinely enjoys the cheesy jokes he was pre-programmed with, Has a crush on Vik.

Chompsky - They/Them, Zed's Helper Droid, Serves as an extension of Zed's personality that slowly gained sentience, A bit of a trickster, Likes to bite people.

Kameron - He/Him, Pit Droid, Roams the depths of Coruscant repairing fellow discarded droids in the hopes of reclaiming the lower levels for droid kind to live peacefully and free, is Sturm's only friend (and thus far the only being he hasn't attempted to blast into pieces).

Droid Company - A Battalion of Separatist Droids (Several B1s, one B2 Super Battle Droid and two Droidekas) that named themselves after the NATO Alphabet. Took over Inco's ship and killed everyone onboard but Inco (who was trying to locate the keycode to the firearms closet so the crew could arm themselves at the time of the attack), Adopted Inco (despite knowing he's not a droid but finding him to be nice) and the ship's Medical Droid, a Mouse Droid and an Astromech into their Squad.

Sightseer - She/Her, Sulu Ra's Probe Droid and only friend, has a disdain for most organics as she finds them primitive and disgusting (Ra being the exception).

Harmonii Kord - She/Her, HK-Series Assassin Droid, Band-member, Bass Player.

King - He/Him, modified K-9 Series Droid, Fae's loyal and highly intelligent companion who serves as both the voice of reason and as a guard dog while they're out traveling the galaxy.

Pipsqueak - He/Him, miniature version of the B1 Battledroid series, supposedly a spy model for the Separatist droid army, basically incompetent at everything he does but has well intentions.

Coral & Copikla - They/Them, an AI version of Sponge and Beau created by Sucata and Gadget from Sponge's brain-scans after their abrupt passing, Coral is the main AI with Copikla serving as an extension of their program thus a part of them.

-Animals/Pets-

Fido - Mae's loyal Massiff and the unofficial Wolfpack mascot prior to Order 66. Fido has been by Mae's side for quite some time and despite being a little overfed he's still quick to react when his owner is in any sort of danger.

Beautiful - Sponge's loyal, loving and very intelligent Barghest that they befriended one day while roaming aimlessly in a village during a relief campaign. While Beautiful's origins are a mystery to Sponge, leading up to their first meeting she had ran away from a puppy mill that hosted hundreds of ill animals and terrible conditions. A clever survivor at heart, Beau does her best to help those around her in her own way, just as Sponge did for her.

Roadkill - Redacted's service Strill which later gets to retire with him when they both escape Coruscant post-Order 66. According to Redacted, Roadkill was found in a back alley suffering from a terrible case of mange which made him look like an emaciated corpse. After the strill had healed enough that he could begin training as a K9 unit, it became quite apparent that he wasn't simply born a stray because his coat is rather impressive.

Dog - One of Sulu Ra's failed DNA splicing experiment. He's a loyal, highly social and oddly intelligent little tooka sized frog that was gifted to Tulpa on his 3rd birthday. One day he might become something much more powerful than he currently appears...

Lorelei - Imogen's and Kerberus's most loyal pet Akul. She was raised by both of them and has thusly grown into a very large and fierce huntress.

DJ Subwoofer - Lys's pet Corellian Hound. DJ was rescued from a Kill Shelter on Coruscant, after being deemed a high risk aggressive animal. Unwilling to let the hound be put to sleep for clearly being frightened and never getting proper socialisation as a pup, Lys took up the challenge and began to work on DJ's behavioural issues. With a lot of patience and care, Lys eventually got through to the corellian hound and managed to sooth him. DJ is now a big relaxed softy, and rather affectionate towards both his owner, other animals, and even complete strangers.

Record Scratch - Lys's pet Blarth. Recs was a spur of the moment adoption on Lys's part, as the Trandoshan spotted the blarth being sold in a meat market as a pup and couldn't bare the thought of leaving such an excitable and friendly critter to such a gruesome fate. Never too far from DJ or Lys himself, Recs is a highly social animal that loves to give kisses and play fetch.

Cabur - Olly's pet Shiro, she's a bit of a jerk.

Hotdog - Gregor's service Charhound. She was a bit of an impulsive decision on Gregor's part, but has improved his life considerably since becoming a part of it. Loyal, smart and highly devoted to her job, Hotdog is the kind of critter any runaway commando could ever ask for.

Nurse Macaroon - Bonesy's pet Kittle that she stole rescued from an illegal meat market. While not the fluffiest or cuddliest of pets, Mac is quite clever and highly trainable. She knows over 25 commands, which is less than the amount of cute accessories Bonesy has custom made for her.

Mister Jun - Vikerius's anti-social and perpetually grumpy 5 legged Rib-cat, which has fallen into Zed's care after his previous owner's death. This fussy kitty isn't the friendliest but he certainly seems to like following Zed around, if just to yowl at him until he's fed.

Sunkissed - Cody's emotional support tooka. While their gender is a bit of a mystery due to their long fluffy coat, their sweet disposition is quite apparent. Highly affectionate and sociable, Sunny seems to exist purely to bring comfort.

Vargr & Warg - Kiwi and Stray's pet Massiffs. Both are male but oppose each other in age and personality, with Vargr being older and more disciplined and Warg being younger and excitable.

Garbage Compactor - Sixer's pet barghest.

Flapjack - Mak's pet gullipud.

Pearl - Geoduck's service Akk Dog, trained to help Geoduck with his severe face blindness.

Fantastic - Molly's loyal Barghest-Charhound mix.

Lasagna - Crayfish's Cannok Beast.

Smudge - Caramba's pet Tooka.

-Force Entities-

Oln - They/Them (although often associated with masculine imagery), Most recognisable in their Loth-Cat form, has a fondness and fascination for the clones (often taking on the form of deceased clones, even if something always looks off about them). Is also known as the Ferryman of Epifania.

#Eps Info Post #OC Stuff #Star Wars OCs #Clone OCs

[spacerocksarethebestrocks]

I hope its okay to ask (if not, ignore this) but I really liked the first chapter of your new Rex-centric fic and now I'm curious : will we get to maybe see his batchmate Sophie again in it ?

I thought she had the premice of being a cool oc in your precedent fic of Rex meeting his new squad

Sophie/Sophi will be in it!!! Sophie will be in the fic a few times!!

I can't remember if I said so in the fic, but I wanted Sophi to have an unquestionably feminine name, and the first one that came to mind was the name of my dead dog. She passed away a few days after I posted chapter 43 of cficf, and a few days before I posted Wrecks.

Sophi will be just as unapologetically blunt, and go after what she wants with just as much law-breaking tenacity as her namesake.

miss you pup pup

Maybe someday, her sequel Gracie will get a clone oc.

#madz speaks #captain rex is in trouble #my writing #pupppyyyyy

[captain-mozzarella]

I need to know more about your clone ocs beside Sock

please

they seem so cool-

Ejahrkabkfnwkfnwi GLADLY

So most of my clone ocs don't have a developed personality because I just spend my day thinking of dog names and then going "oh new clone oc just dropped"

SO I'm dividing this into clones who have names/stories/funny gags and the clones who just have names who I will do something with if I remember

Clones with ✨flavour✨:

So ofc there's Socks, my dear beloved Socks who knits not just socks but also sweaters and scarves and so on an so forth. We love him. He's the "youngest" of his batch.

Puppeteer, or just Pup, is Socks "twin" (in the same sense that echo and fives are twins) and he LOVES telling stories, often based on shenanigans that often happen but with more fantastical and dramatic twists. However he refuses to tell/preform his stories without sockpuppets made by Socks, because it makes Socks happy.

Then we have Clownee, who got his name because someone painted a clown face on his helmet and he was too lazy to fix it. Hes funny in the sense that he's not actually funny at all. One of Pup's sources of shenanigans

Arson!!!! Somehow always manages to set stuff on fire. His armour is very burnt. His brain is very fried. Also Pup's source of shenanigans.

STICKY. He is the older brother of the previously mentioned blorbos. He says his name is sticky because he collects sticks from every planet he visits (safely his from Arson at all times, arson can shove it and find his own sticks) However his full name is actually Stickyfingers McThief and he is a bit of a cleptomanic. He is Socks' source of yarn. Socks thinks yarn is free.

Woffle. (Pronounced: waffle) Missread Wolffes name. Is dyslexic (I'm projecting, I thought Wolffes name was Woffle until I actually heard it)

Balls. Somehow always gets hit with a ball. No matter what. Where the fuck do these balls keep coming from????

Aim (throws balls at Balls)

PB. Hates Jay. Works really well with Jay

Jay. Hates PB. Works really well with PB (socks knitted them a get along sweater. It hasn't worked yet but not for lack of effort)

Clones without flavour✊😔:

Dirt

Spot

Sprout

Chilli

Spice

Grunt

Bite

Byte

Fork

Knife

Spork

And then last but not least the brothers Con and Crete

Socks' batch are all a part of the 212th but the rest I'm probably putting in my jedi oc's own battalion :P except for Woffle. Who is a part of 104th :)

#star wars the clone wars #clone trooper oc #originl character #theyre all so silly i need to draw them more