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bun-ika · 2 years

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Meet some new OCs. Ori and his little brother.

Note, order 66 talk, suggested death of underage/young, blasterfire, mind control, injury.

Ori had been in a lot of tight situations over the past few years. They all had, it was impossible not to be. Somehow, this took the cake. Sirens screeched through the white hallways as his boots hit the pristine floor, no doubt leaving a mess of dirt in their wake as he sprinted through the maze lit ahead by too bright artificial light.

It had seemed even more dreary than usual that morning, only hours earlier, and Ori thought perhaps the caf wasn't as bitter as he had thought. Certainly not as bitter as the taste in his mouth when brothers around him stilled, silent as an order droned through the facilities that were the closest thing to home any of them had.

Frozen bodies moved all at once, a flurry of commotion as blasters were aimed, fired, near to his desk, a small Jedi had been shot more than once, more than... more than needed, why was it needed? The small being lay limp, unmoving, and the blasts were trained on their next target. Ori's startled yelp had gone unnoticed through the noise that followed. His helmet lay on the floor after being knocked away from its perch, rolling lazily through the feet of vode that remained focused, almost possessed in the way they were acting.

Again, what was going on?

For a split second, Ori entertained the idea that this had to all be some kind of sick hallucination from the recent head injury that had landed him back on the watery planet. A hard smack to his temple on their most recent mission had left Ori with a pretty good lacerations and a nap in bacta, along with the addition of migraines to add on to the growing list of annoyances he was gathering from the war. As one of the older clones deployed, Ori had next to no brothers left that he was raised with, earning him his name at a much later date than others. The shortened form of “ori’vod” had stung initially, after it had caught on among his younger peers, though now it spread warmth through his chest where the cracks had been mashed back together for what felt like one too many times. Sometimes, the voices and smiles of his vode seemed to be the only thing holding him together at all. Not that he would show it.

Vaguely, Ori wondered where his brothers were, now. Had they also been summoned by this order, possessed and dragged into the other side of a battle they had spent years fighting against? Whatever was going on, he didn’t plan on sticking around to find out. A jab of pain shot through his heart, sending resounding trills deep within his lungs, begging for a deeper breath. Ori’s footsteps refused to relent.

Nearly giving himself another injury to contend with, Ori came to a sliding stop in front of a white wall, nearly bumping his forehead on the aurebesh lettering that dictated location around the facility. Chest heaving, Ori tried to ignore the spinning of his head, the taste of bile returning on his tongue. Holding a hand on the wall to steady himself if just for a moment, Ori nearly had to laugh as the muffled sound of something between a cry and a whine met the pulsing in his eardrums. If he hadn’t known any better, Ori would have thought the noise to be a real cry, something not often heard, if ever, on Kamino. Not in the way that this was, sharp and small, too young and distraught to be of an older origin - something he, and other vode, were familiar with.

Giving his head a shake and forcing air into his lungs with the four count pattern that had been taught to clones since memory, Ori allowed a moment to catch his breath after a quick survey ensured there were no observable threats in sight. It wasn’t the most encouraging thing, being without the comfort of his HUD to really trace down potential issues, but eyesight was better than none at all.

The crying hadn’t stopped.

Something deep within his soul - or bones if he hadn’t one - seemed to dictate the muscles of his body as he moved in the direction an arrow pointed. Reading the lettering on the door only several paces over made the bitter caf from first meal suddenly make it’s presence known, stomach churning. Nursery. Ori pushed the door open with more hesitation than he had first setting foot on Geonosis with Thorn at his side. One palm on the door, callused fingertips hovered over the worn trigger of the blaster he held in the hand opposite, scanning for any sign of life inside the strange room.

Not many clones could remember their time from tubies to real little cadets, though some brothers did swear up and down that they could. Truth be told, the walls were blue, not white, as some of his vode had declared. The overhead lighting was dimmer than in the hallways, less intense for newer eyes, and there appeared to be a sleep area with a few scattered colourful items on a play mat. Toys? Dragging his gaze away from the foreign surroundings, the door to the actual nursery was impossible not to notice. A dark ring of charred metal stood out among the otherwise soft, muted tones. The door had been shoved open carelessly, and the silence that hung in the air gripped Ori by the throat. He didn’t need to enter the room to know what lay several feet away. The air of death that silence brought clung to his brain like a bad dream, an unshakable memory, doomed to live on and fester in his mind, in his soul for the rest of his short, predetermined life.

But… the silence wasn’t all encompassing, and maybe he wasn’t going crazy just yet.

Ori followed the soft sobbing to a row of shelves and cabinets that lined a wall behind desks and other office furniture. A spark of annoyance fluttered through his chest, just enough over the lingering burn of his lung and anxiety, wondering why anyone would have need for an office in a nursery full of tiny beings that needed more than anything someone to care for them. Hovering in front of one of the cabinets, Ori places his hand on the metal handle and pulled, the door easily opening. A sharp cry brought his gaze down to where a tiny bundle of wide eyes and curls stared upwards. The little clone's lip trembled before his eyes filled with tears, squeezing the amber orbs shut as hot tears spilled over pudgy cheeks.

Ori was on his knees before he knew what he was doing. Arms outstretched, Ori found himself once again at a loss, unsure what to do. The little bother in front of him continued to wail, flailing about in the cramped space, seemingly trying to shrink back against the cubby he had smushed his little body into.

He was scared. Of Ori.

A terrible pang of guilt rushed through his veins, his arms dropping in front of him. Taking a quick glance over his shoulder to clear away any doubts, Ori extended one hand this time, crouching as small as he could make himself while in full kit, minus his bucket. To the tiny brother, he must look terrifying. As gently as he could manage, Ori lightly brushed the pad of his index finger over the child’s socked foot. “S’okay, vod’ika.” Forcing a soothing tone, or what could pass as one, Ori continued to make hushing noises, putting the little CT’s foot until large amber eyes peeked back at him. Still full of tears and whimpering, the boy squirmed before reaching out pudgy arm and opening and closing the tiniest hands he’d ever seen. Fear in his throat, Ori reached into the cupboard, large hands closing gently over the waist of his prize before pulling the tiny boy out into the room.

Sitting back on his shins, Ori lifts the bundle close to his chest, fumbling for a moment on how best to hold the child. Ho to hold an ad’ika was definitely not a section in the reg books. Settling for a forearm acting as a sort of seat, Ori’s other hand holstered the blaster that lay at his side before resting his palm over the child’s back. Blinking away remaining tears, the little brother gave a soft sigh, promptly placing a palm on Ori’s chest plate while the thumb of his other was pressed firmly into a mouth full of gums. Staring dumbly at the little clone, Ori smoothed a hand over soft curls, the child leaning farther into his arms at the motion, eyes closing after another pass.

After what felt like an eternity, Ori forced stiff, tingling legs upwards as he surveyed the room one last time. In the nest of the sleep corner, Ori’s eyes caught a glimpse of a blue blanket tossed carelessly on the ground. Gathering the fabric before heading for the door, Ori tucked the soft blue material around his new vod’s sleepy form, lips brushing over the crown of curls that dusted the boy’s head before heading towards the door. Cradling the bundle close to his chest, Ori began again on the last stretch of his mission to get to the hanger. From the soft noises that were coming from the blanket, he could only guess that the kih’vod remained asleep.

The hanger was loud, cold, and windy as it always had been. Rain drummed away on the durasteel as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, as if Ori hadn’t seen a padawan shot in front of their master before the bullets were trained on her. That his brothers appeared to be under some invisible control that forced even the most loyal minds to target those they had all sworn to protect. Now, here he was swallowing down caf from breakfast for what seemed like the tenth time that day, all the while smuggling a tubie off Kamino while he deserted his brothers in the process. His name was beginning to feel like a cruel joke again.

Hugging the bundle tighter, Ori made the final steps onto the platform. One hand cradling the baby’s head in hopes to do… something against the noise and cold, Ori continued his stride. Aiming for one of the smaller ships that had since been abandoned for a newer model, Ori prayed to whatever all-knowing, all-seeing entity out there, that the thing would still fly. Punching at buttons blinking at the entrance, the door the shuttle opened slowly as if to tease. Hurrying inside and hitting another series of buttons on the interior, the door closed and locked behind the pair as Ori made for the controls. Flicking at the series of buttons and controls lay out in front of the pilots seating area, Ori breathes a huff of relief, allowing his lungs to expel the air he didn’t know had been held. Finally on the move, Ori sets a course for deep space for the time being, far off from where any known activity should be. The noise of older engines sparking to life and their decent above the atmosphere appeared to have a negative effect on the vod’ika, who had begun to squirm against Ori’s chest, soft cries beginning to mix with the sounds of their ship settling.

Leaning back into the worn out leather, Ori hoists the bundle up, mumbling to his little brother in an attempt to put the child back to sleep. Rubbing circles into the boy’s back, Ori sighs, looking from the soft innocence that had begun to curl back into his armor, up to the vast expanse of dark nothingness that overlooked their horizon. Attempting a rocking motion as his brother began to coo, Ori settled in for their journey, ducking his head to press his lips back to the soft curls and made a silent vow to protect his little brother better than he had failed his others.

"You're safe, vod'ika..." Ori presses a kiss to the child's hair as his eyes begin to close, joining his kih'vod in some much needed rest. "I've got you now."

#the clones #the clone wars #order 66 #jedi #ori'vod #vod #clone wars fanfiction #cowboy nurse writing #cowboy-nurse-writing

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tending-the-hearth · 2 months

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"what, no hug for me?" "that depends how good your intel is."

echo and cross weren't even reunited for five seconds and were already snarking at each other your honor they're each other's favorite brother

#echo being the peacemaker KILLED me #like he already had to deal with one squad at each other's throats #and now he has to deal with hunter and cross #i'm going to be sick #anyways my ori'vod echo and vod'ika cross hcs were so validated with this episode #the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #tbb crosshair #arc trooper echo #do not tag as clone/cest or i'm taking your knees

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varpusvaras · 8 months

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Okay but. Fox is older than Thire and Stone, but younger than Thorn. Thorn will absolutely be using this against Fox. It doesn't matter that you are the Commander of the Guard, Fox, it's way past your bedtime.

#Thorn is waving his Ori'vod card SO HARD at every turn #he will wrap Fox in a blanket and he will do it like you do when you're trying to catch a wild animal #commander fox #commander thorn #coruscant guard #star wars #sw #the clone wars #tcw

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graylinesspam · 10 months

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My favorite Cody&Ahsoka dynamic is when Cody genuinely likes Ahsoka and fucking hates Anakin.

I love the idea of Marshall Commander Cody having to suffer through the long year of the clone wars that Anakin was still a padawan under General Kenobi. Having to deal with Anakin's insaburdinate over dramatic ass every force forsaken day.

Never able to have a single one of his meticulously coordinated plans actually get executed properly because inevitably Skywalker would fuck it up by doing what ever the hell he wants to do. And not even bother to let anyone else know when he was doing it.

And Cody is so damn relieved when he's promoted and finally out if the 212th. But he's still not quite gone because he's always freaking there. With the 501st, still getting in the way.

But when Ahsoka shows up. Not only is she actually intelligent, but she's 1000% down with conspiring to undermine her master. And after way too long dealing with Skywalker's "Tactics" Cody finally has some direct sway within the 501st. Bc he has an inside man.

Anakin walks out if a mission debrief after spewing the most batshit nonsense that Cody has ever heard in his short (but getting longer every fucking day) life. And Cody turns to Ahsoka who's already grinning at him like a lothcat about to knock a glass off the counter.

"So what are we actually doing?"

Then Cody gets to pull up his proper holodiagrams and coordinate at least her half of the mission and Ahsoka's just stoked that someone is actually taking the time to sit down and teach her actually military tactical movements. The kind that the clones have studied for years.

And anytime Anakin bitches about them not following the plan Ahsoka hits him with his own lines. "Well made plans rarely last past first contact, Master." or "I followed the plan. Up until the circumstances changed." or "We needed a more aggressive touch."

The same passive-aggressive smug bullshit Cody had to put up with during Anakin's exceedingly long year as a commander.

And by the end of the war Ahsoka has a bonkers mix of studiously acquired historical military education, and the half-outlined manic planning patterns of Anakin Skywalker. Which is why she's basically untouchable in all combat scenarios.

Because no matter how much you know about militant tactics she probably knows more. And if she doesn't she will just say fuck it and resort to some Skywalker bullshit.

#star wars #ahsoka tano #clone wars #sw tcw #tcw #anakin skywalker #fanfic #501st #212th #marshall commander cody #commander cody #Ori'vod Cody #vod'ika ahsoka

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sun-roach · 10 months

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Wolffe: *about to order pizza* What’s up with you? How about more enthusiasm?

Fox: Enthusiasm? I don’t have any.

Wolffe:

Fox: I am depressed, actually

Wolffe:

Fox:

Fox:… *finger guns*

Wolffe: alright… It will be all the pizza they got

Fox: ask them if they got one with caf

Wolffe: … alright… The kids menu with the toy tooka?

Fox: Pfft no. I am a commander. I don’t-

Wolffe: … I will ask for two

Fox: Gedet’ye

Wolffe: What?

Fox: I said I will beat you up

#commander fox #cc 1010 #commander wolffe #tube twins #disaster twin clones #ori'vod wolffe #star wars #tcw #sw tcw #star wars incorrect quotes

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kingtuna · 1 month

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the urge to incorporate someone referring to Rex as ‘trill’ (as in the aurebesh letter t) in one of my fics when they have to like use code names or something is getting stronger and stronger (it's an inside joke with myself because it would be a very far off reference to a t-rex, i am actually hilarious)

#star wars the clone wars #clone wars #the clone wars #captain rex #star wars #rex clone wars #i dont even know anymore #my brain is mush #also him being a cT between his CC ori'vode

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bibannana · 2 years

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Rex *looks around the empty corridors*: Shall we race Codes?

Cody *rolls his eyes*: We aren't cadets anymore.

Rex *shrugs*: Guess I'll win then. *bolts*

#rex has been spending too much time around the domino twins #cody did race after him #and he won #poor rex #can't yet beat his ori'vod #captain rex #commander cody #star wars #incorrect star wars quotes #tcw #the clone wars #clone wars #incorrect clone wars quotes #501st #212th #501st shenanigans #212th shenanigans

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is-there-an-echo-in-here · 2 years

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501st Battalion + Textposts (Part 3)

#rex is the ori'vod we all deserve #tell me this isn't their whole dynamic #tcw #501st battalion #arc trooper fives #captain rex #the clone wars #clones as textposts

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wyvernsrus · 1 month

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I'm a huge sucker for those fics where someone gets changed back to a kid for a bit and yall gotta know.

If it happened to Thire, Fox would have to be constantly checking to make sure corrie hq hasn't been invaded by Alpha clones. Nothing could keep Stec and Fordo from checking on their cadet and its even better cause they're sometimes stationed on Coruscant so they always take the time to visit.

Just think of little baby Thire staring down from Fordo's arms while he snacks on a treat while watching Stec gush over having new cadets. 17 probably feels a shiver go down his back from all the way on Kamino and comms Fox because damn if it dont feel like when the disaster brigade tried to abduct his cadet when they were young.

#crab rambles #commander thire #alpha arc stec #alpha 17 #captain fordo #i love these fics so much #theyre so cute and make me happy #thire would be so smug you cant tell me otherwise #his ori'vode are getting the proper amount of doting #and he gets to see Fordo and Stec again #its a win win

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keldabe-kiss1 · 1 year

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Mando'a Lesson 2

Colours

Su Cuy'gar! Olarom Anade!

(Hello, welcome all)

This lesson will be on some of the basic colours I know.

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

English || Mando'a || pronunciation

Colour || Sal || Sa-lay

Red || Ge'tal || ge-TAHL

Blue || Kebiin || Kay-been

Yellow || Shi'yayc || she-yaysh

Black || Ne'tra || NAY-trah

White || Cin || Seen

Gray || Genet || Geh-NET

Brown || Daryc || DAR-eesh

Green || Vorpan || VOR-pahn

Gold || Ve'vut || vay-VOOT

Violet || Saviin || Sah-VEEN

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I'm sorry I've been inactive recently! I've been busy on my main account, N'eparavu takisit

(I'm sorry)

Anyways, here is the recent lesson, and remember, if you have any questions or just want to talk, feel free to drop an ask and I can try anwering it to my best ability,

Thats all for today, ret'uryce mhi, ner habire!

(Goodbye, my students. )

#mando'a #star wars x reader #star wars #Ori'vod #mandalorian x reader #pedro pascal #the mandalorian #mandoa lesson 2 #Colors #jango fett #boba fett #pedro pascal x reader #clone wars

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fives-not-5 · 23 days

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@caffinated-marshall-commander is the most boopable person I know.

#seriously boop this ori'vod

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varpusvaras · 2 months

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Thire: So, uh, you are okay with me and Riyo being a thing? Despite her being a Senator?

Fox: Of course I am, it would be a bit hypocritical for me to not be okay with it. And Senator Chuchi seems like a nice and smart young lady. I have nothing against her

Thire: Alright, thank you, Sir

Fox: Honestly, I am just glad that none of you have brought in a Jedi. I honestly don't think I can handle any more of that

Stone: ....*glances at Thorn behind Fox's back*

Thorn: *sweating profusely under his bucket*

#poor Thorn lmao #Fox is alright for a second when he finally tells #and then Thorn says who it is and Fox loses all hope #but rn he is taking pictures of his baby commander and the baby senator #like they are going to prom #he's a proud ori'vod #sw #tcw #coruscant guard #commander fox #commander thire #commander stone #commander thorn #thiyo #bail/breha/fox #quinthorn

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graylinesspam · 8 months

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The 212th would never be her men, but they were closer than Ahsoka had anticipated. Most factions made particularly strong binds with their jedi and held them.

Ahsoka had worked with plenty of other factions of clones. She knew the dance. Toeing the like of proper commander and friend. Reaching out to the clones between the social obligations of their respective ranks.

But other than the Wolffe pack, who where definite outliers, No one reached back the way her own men did. Letting the ranks and titles fall away as the battles ended and their shifts came to an end. Comradery blossoming in the short hours of relaxation before they retired for their night cycle.

But Ahsoka had been staying with the 212th off and on for some time now. And as proper as Cody generally was in his adherence to social protocol, the lower-ranking troopers had been spending too much time with their brothers in the 501st and had picked up "unsavory habits" such as addressing Ahsoka by her name when she was off duty. *shocked gasp.*

So there was a warmth she'd managed to build up with them. A brother of a brother is a brother all the same. So maybe they weren't her men precisely but they were her friends.

And that was fine. Sufficient. Usually.

But this camp was so damn cold. The wind constantly racing between the tents rattling the canvas and her teeth with it.

She couldn't simply arrange her sleep schedule around Obi-Wan's to use him for warmth. Partially because she suspected that he never slept.

But she couldn't find any rest on her own either.

This would never be a problem in a camp of her own men. She could find any member of Torrent and use them for a heater. Her adopted brothers were well aware of her sleeping schedule and had all become accustomed to the plethora of odd habits she had surrounding the ritual of sleep.

But these weren't her direct brothers. These were brothers once removed. And Ahsoka just didn't feel comfortable extending that sort of vulnerability to every member of the GAR.

So she gave up of sleep. Maybe if she meditated deeply enough she could sustain herself with the force like an old master.

It was with a try as much as anything.

She trudged out of her tent, Obi-wan's hooded robe wrapped tightly around her. She found a small contingent of clones gathered around a fire. They all jumped to their feet as she passed, but she waved them off as she slipped into the war tent instead, running from the but if the wind.

Cody and his tactical team occupied the space, not speaking, only working at separate stations, quiet and fluid. A perfect environment for Ahsoka to meditate in.

She sat cross-legged on the cot-turned bench seat that Cody occupied. Her knee brushing his hip as she dropped her head and closed her eyes. The quiet rythme of their movements lulled her into a peaceful meditation.

The cold still pricked her skin, the occasional mild shiver pulling her back from the spiritual ether. But Ahsoka ignored it, determined to find the energy recovery she needed from within the force. Her eyes remaining stubbornly shut.

As she continued to concentrate and fight her subtle shivers, Cody took pity on her, easing his body closer to hers until her back was tucked under his arm, partially into his chest.

It was a quiet decision, no words between them. But the familiarity of the move made her smile. It was something her brothers would have done.

Soon her consciousness was sucked away by the inviting heat of Cody's body. And despite her intention to avoid cuddling with any of the men here, Ahsoka was quickly sleeping reclined into Cody's chest while he continued to do his work with one hand.

Perhaps it was a but silly to think Cody wasn't a close brother but he'd always maintained a professional distance.

One that melted away as her aching sleepy body found rest against him.

#Late night drabbles #star wars #ahsoka tano #clone wars #sw tcw #tcw #fanfic #501st #commander cody #Ori'vod Cody #vod'ika ahsoka

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sun-roach · 11 months

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How Cody got his name ~ a headcanon

Kote should have been able to dodge it! The cracking of his little brother’s nose rings in his head.

Fox can’t hold back his own growing anger. He grabs Kote by the collar of his blacks and raises him a little up. Hate-Anger-Pain, the air around his brother becomes thicker, heavier.

<KOTE!>

He flinches. His little brother flinches at his own name, the anger spiking up, his so caring, warm eyes fill with dread.

Fox understands now. Fox understands him so well. Kote hates his name. He resents it. The responsibility, all the expectations on his shoulders becoming too difficult to bear. He doesn’t see himself as someone glorious but rather as someone who just fulfills his duty, someone who loves and cares about his brothers and would do anything for them.

He sees himself as someone who has failed and disappointed his brothers. A perfectionist who now seeks punishment.

Fox won’t do that. He loves his brother. The vod'ika who rises like the sun, painting everything in warm golden light. Kote is his sun on Kamino. He gives hope and warmth on bad days and Fox will always be thankful for it.

He drops on his own knees and let’s go of his brother’s collar. His hand moves towards the back of Kote's head instead, pulling him closer to rest their foreheads together.

His brother seems irritated and at the same time almost furious, but he doesn’t move away from it, he just quietly boils inside.

<Breathe. It is alright. Today is a bad day. You will be alright. >

But Kote shakes his head. No word leaves his mouth, not trusting the stability of his voice. Fox smiles gently.

<Cody.>

And Cody looks up. Anger disappearing as if it was never there to begin with. Warm, brown eyes, look into his brother’s blood red ones, searching for an answer.

<Cody…>

The younger repeats quietly immediately settling in the feeling of safety, normality.

All the time he had worn the name Kote, that Prime personally had given him. At first he had prided himself in it but with time he started to see it as a burden for himself. He feels that he couldn’t keep up with it, despite everyone telling him otherwise.

<Cody. Let’s get some bacta for your nose. I will beat you up tomorrow again.>

Fox smirks at his brother who let’s his shoulders relax and chuckle. It melts Fox's heart. To see his little brother finally relax a little bit .

He shakes his head and helps him back up.

Cody.

The rising sun of Kamino, now shining brighter, warmer and even more glorious as the shackles of Kote could ever have let him.

#commander cody #commander fox #cc 1010 #cc 2224 #kote #ori'vod fox #cody and fox are competitive af #which is why they ended up sparing after cody 'failed' to beat fox's exam record #they are cute little marshmallows #headcanon

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