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battlekilt · 1 year

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Art by @ninjigma Seen in: Setting Suns AU, which is a Sith Obi-Wan AU. Also seen in: Aay'han—Mournful Celebration.

Clone Unit Alpha-110 “Kit”

From the logbooks of Nala Se Scientist #1401— Lead Manager of the Advanced Mutations Projects.

Scientific Ministry has decided to elevate my position to Lead Manager of the Advanced Mutations Projects. This promotion has afforded me an opportunity to access the genetic codebook of my peers, without sacrificing my own codes. Some have been resistant, but the ministry has been insistent, especially as the war drew to a close. At the time, we were unaware of any future where production of the Clones would be scaled back so significantly. Without livable tissue from the Fett Prime Donor, we have been forced to push the bounds of our abilities to clone further. At this time, we have been forced to repair genetic gaps with our older units. Ideally, Alpha-01, known as “Boba Fett,” would be the next best choice. However, he remains in custody with the Republic, and we are unable to secure access to the subject. Obviously, Alpha-00, known as “Omega,” candidacy as a donor subject remains inviable due to unit’s extreme distance from the agreed upon genetic template for our base model Fett Clone. Alpha-class Clones still remain our next best choice. Reviews of successful A-units narrowed one of our prime candidates down to unit A-77. Created by Ulni Drayris (Scientist #1033), developed the A-77-X iterative Template in pursuit of similar traits as I pursued for the Alpha-00 template.

(See attached notes for further comparisons between Project A-00-X and A-77-X.)

Project A-00-X was further used in the development of other projects. (Review Project A-00-75-XX, -13, -89-03) Similarly, Project A-77-X has been the progenitive temple used with several other projects and units, some of whom have been successful operatives in the field. (Review Units #01-1010, #27-5555)

NOTE: Unit #27-5555 has been terminated for classified reasons. Though, I protest the unit’s reclassification as a failure, as the subject showed impressive intellectual skills and remained true to the Clone’s operative base.

Additionally, our stock of Alpha-class units have been nearly depleted, same as our field-deployed Advanced Recon Commando. With fewer and fewer units derivative units made from the codes used for our Alpha-units, we have seen critical drops in suitable candidates for our ARC Cadet Corps. The commandant of our Clone Cadet Corps, Unit A-17, has informed me and the ministry that is tactically ill-advised; I have decided to put my weight behind his protests to the Ministry’s complacence on this matter. With this all these concerns in mind and my new liberty as the lead scientist of the AMP Department, I have opened up Project A-00-100-X.

FOLLOW-UP #1:

As of this log, Ulni Drayris has worked with me on Project A-00-100-X. Our first twenty units are gestating at this time, and the genetic code sequences look very promising.

Note: I have extended Unit A-00’s lab duties, and she has been my assistant on this project. This is an excellent opportunity to prove the intellectual viability of the Alpha subjects. To further her education, I have also assigned her duties in the matter of human reproduction and infancy. Her drive for self-education continues to please me, and I will encourage her curiosity. Hopefully, this will prove to the Ministry further application of human Clones—I find them to be quite fascinating and curious.

FOLLOW-UP #2.1:

Project Unit A-00-100-14 appears to be the most promising product of the project. Project Unit A-00-100-10 unfortunately does not appear to be as promising; it is exhibiting the same signs our early Alpha-class and Production units exhibited. Omega has informed me that humans call this a “failure to thrive.” Most unfortunate.

Personal Note: I confess… distressing to witness so close at hand. The sounds are truly… disturbing.

FOLLOW-UP #2.2.1:

Curiously, Commandant Alpha-17 has elected to take custody of Project Unit A-00-100-10. The infant subject is responding to the additional human care and exposure. I have convinced the ministry to allow this to expand our observation

Personal Note: It is quite pleasant to observe Omega express the innate drive to pass knowledge onto others as she instructs Alpha-17 in the means of care for a human infant. Though Seventeen would have never been considered for one of our nursery Clones to care for the infants, his signature determination has been redirected towards this endeavor. Fascinating.

FOLLOW-UP #2.2.2:

Project Unit A-00-100-14 has been redesignated to Alpha-114; it is currently in quarantine in my personal laboratory. Much to the surprise of many, Project Unit A-00-100-10 has managed to survived to its third month. Though, based on the behavioral history of Units #01-1010, this should not have been a surprise to anyone, including myself. Now that the infant has survived to this critical stage and even though we have elected to delay the infant’s immune system replacement due to concerns over survival probabilities, it has been given the designation Alpha-110.

FOLLOW-UP #2.2.2:

Alpha-17 has decided to unofficially name Alpha-110 “Kit,” which is a reference to what Alpha-17 believes are traits shared between Alpha-110 and Unit #01-1010’s temperament. A “kit” is the name for an infant fox-vulpes.

Personal Note: I do concur with Seventeen that Kit is tenacious, even if still remarkably small.

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Log Entry:

Project Unit A-00-75-67 has been killed in the line of duty. NOTE: This unit has always been referenced as other designations in past logs.

(See A-67, CC-7567)

Personal Note: This is highly unfortunate.

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Log Entry:

Alpha-00 has been taken by experimental Clone Unit #99.

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Log Entry:

Alpha-17 has gone AWOL and taken Alpha-110 with him.

Personal Note 1: I am alone now.

Personal Note 2: I do still have Alpha-114, though he refuses to talk.

In Summary: Alpha-77 and Fox are just about twins, just... with a time delay. Alpha-110 is a late-made little Clone that nearly dies in infancy, but Alpha-17 adopts the skrunky fella.

But this is Kit.

This is based on an amalgamation of several AU versions. Kit’s personality stays the same. 100% skrunky.

#clone troopers #alpha-17 #swtcw #original clone troopers #original clone characters #the clone wars #clone wars fanart #swtcw fanart #swtcw oc #bucket's ocs #kilt gets gifts #clone oc: kit #clone oc: alpha110

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years

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A more streamlined version of the Furbie post (AKA my Corrie Guard OC).

Furbies, the fucked up little bird dudes, are native to Coruscant. They dwell mostly in the lower levels, feeding on mosses and rodents. There are separate species, like long Furby. There is a specific subspecies of generic Furby that was created via Sith spell, and the Sith Furby subspecies are the only ones that do the 'gremlin if fed after midnight thing.'

They're also the only ones actually damaged by sunlight, but none of the family (genus? Whatever) like sunlight, hence dwelling in the lower levels.

Members of the Coruscant Guard, being highly trained soldiers, get sent into the way deep lower levels far more often than the regular cops. They develop a specialist department for those who go way deep, to the areas where there isn't much sapient life, but there are lots of weird and wild creatures, and what sapient life is there is usually very criminal.

Most of the guys that go way deep are trained to a specialist level for animal handling and wilderness response (despite Coruscant not having a wilderness to speak of).

A couple of them have gained names based on their ability to survive the deep down and come back up.

Now, the thing about Furbies is that they are actually (at least here) pretty skilled ambush predators. Food is rare that deep, so they have to be very good about actually catching the meat portion of their diets. They rarely attack humans, but if you get a large swarm of the things, or have the misfortune to come across one of the Sith subspecies, they may still attack.

They are also unfortunately good at mimicking the sounds of a human child, so. There's that.

Good at drawing human prey into traps, when they're desperate.

So one of the Guard has made a name for himself based around regularly and successfully managing to survive running into these things. Since reporting would get weird and confusing if he was exactly the same as the creature, though, he decided on a spelling mod. The creatures are Furby (s.) or Furbies (pl.), so he's Furbie.

For some reason I think his main hobby is carving small pieces of wood (whittling). Also he is usually doing the 'balance on two chair legs' thing, legs up on the desk, when he's in HQ.

He's a VERY chill dude! But sometimes his smiles are a bit. Much. I imagine he's got claw marks down and across one of his cheeks.

Hair is undercut, but the top is still relatively short. Spiked, just barely bleached (not frosted, but like… chestnut highlights).

#star wars #the clone wars #original characters #original clone troopers #furbies #phoenix talks #clone troopers #coruscant guard #Sergeant Furbie

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petrifiedforests · 10 months

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Hi hello,

I'm participating in @clonefandomevents OC Bingo right now and I've got a BINGO! ✨

You can find all my fics in the AO3 series:

A series of small, connected drabbles following the daily lives of Clone Troopers Hics and Pillar, following them through namings, pranks and the ever-present war.

Links to the individual fics and summaries are under the cut and don't forget to check out the events AO3 collection!

What's in a Name? - Awful first meetings

Clone Trooper Hics earns his name (even if he'd really rather not).

Worth it - Love at first sight

Pranks are a time honored tradition under siblings. Younger brothers failing to be subtle doubly so.

Let's talk - First Date

"So, do you do this often?" Pillar turned his head slowly. What the kriff kinda question was this? Flirting comes easily to some. To some... it doesn't.

Rule Number 2 - Handcuffed Together

Rule number 2 to survive off-duty: Do not kriff with the medics.

Heated Thoughts - Food

By the time they'd get the marching orders, there would be little left of him. A puddle of vod. Just… an armor oozing sweat, he mused.

A Face like no Other - PTSD, Established Relationship, Domesticity

Medic Pillar struggles with seeing himself.

But would you...? - Disabilities

In the quiet space before sleep, a clone trooper asks the important questions.

Focus. Aim. Shoot - Angst

It is imperative to keep a clear head during battle. Trooper Hics struggles.

Of Butterflies and Caterpillars - Flashbacks

There's as many ways to be named as there are Troopers.

#tcw #original clone characters #original clone troopers #star wars #the clone wars #fandom event #Bingo #petrifiedforests writes

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ilikemymendarkandfictional · 2 years

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They say dragons never truly die. No matter how many times you kill them. -S.G. Rogers

This beautiful art was done by @anstarwar of my Clone trooper OC squad (plus Howzer who was originally part of it). Thank you so much for this masterpiece!

The cadets in order: Sparx, Flame, Howzer, Pyro, and Chip

#star wars #star wars: the clone wars #Clone Troopers #original characters #captain howzer #original clone troopers #Captain Sparx #Medic Chip #artist commission #support artists #artists on tumblr

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depressed-sock · 8 months

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A quick thing I drew to get a visual of some of my Original clone troopers

#original clone troopers #star wars #star wars the clone wars #my art #digital art #digital painting #digital drawing

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kbirbpods · 1 year

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in which kaje collects faer clone OCs

hello just plopping my OCs here for reference and what not

Sarad, who I have already written about! Sarad's pronouns are fae/faer. Fae is a medic for the 212th. Sarad 100% has a crush on Kix but you could not pay faer enough credits to admit that, thank you very much. Check out faer fic here, featuring @flowerparrish's OC Tra!

The bestest agender around, Shocks! Shocks uses they/them pronouns and is on the Coruscant Guard. They are one of Fox's secret favorites, mostly due to the fact that they baked their way into his heart. Shocks also loves dyeing hair. They are definitely Thorn's vod'ika in all the ways.

This is Fleece! She does not care if her goatee makes her masculine, thank you very much. She's a girl and she likes her looks. She got her name because she loves to knit and gives people warm sweaters like. All the time. Please enjoy this thing I wrote about her:

"The 212th needs another trooper," Cody argues. "Kark that," Rex responds. "Kenobi makes you guys warm sweaters all the time. I want Fleece." Bly laughs. "I'm pretty sure Aayla's already wooing her with the softest balls of yarn she could find in the galaxy, good luck you guys." Meanwhile, Fleece: "Can I stay on Kamino and make baby blankets for all the batches being created?" The Kaminoans, squinting, trying to decide if she's defective or a treasure.

Last but not least, my di'kut trooper, Kar'la. Kar'la got kaysh's name due to Kaysh being an utter asshole. Like, actually. Kar'la means warm-hearted and sincere, so the name was given as a joke... and kaysh kept it. Kaysh will fight anything that moves, which unfortunately include vode. Kar'la is in the 327th much to Bly's dismay. Aayla's convinced she can fix kaysh with love and nail polish. Time will tell.

CREDITS: For the recurring face picrew: https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/326758 For the recurring trooper picrew: https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/1235414 For Fleece's side profile: https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/1927774

#original clone troopers #original clone characters #original clone trooper #vode #vod'ika #clone troopers #nonbinary clone troopers #trans clone troopers #OCs #kaje OCs

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flowerparrish · 7 months

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[Podfic Link] | Featuring @kbirbpods & @flowerparrish (cover art by kbirb)

Star Wars: Tra & Sarad (original clone trooper characters)

Length: 4 mns | Rated: G

Summary:

Sarad: I'm not a boy Tra: You don't have to be

#podfic #star wars #star wars podfic #original clone troopers #clone oc

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the-apple-tree · 2 years

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it’s his birthday. it’s volt’s birthday.

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marbled-polecat · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday!

Part 1: Please enjoy a few lines from a Tibanna Squad fic I'm editing right now:

They all scrub off the dirt and smoke the best they can. Pitch can’t help but watch his medic, Bev out of the corner of his eye. He has the same body as all of them, still more slight and less muscled than their ori-vod, but still strong. Pitch’s eye slide up the legs and the nicely muscled shebs of Bev, up his waist and across his strongly muscled back. Medics have a very specific look in his mind. The muscles of their thighs and backsides are more heavily muscled with all of the lifting they do and they always have such nice biceps. Pitch is no slouch, but certain attributes pull his gaze more than others.

Part 2: A cropped wip from some blyla art I'm also working on:

#wip wednesday #blyla #bev/pitch #commander bly #aayla secura #original clone troopers #clone trooper bev #clone trooper pitch #tcw #my art #my writing #cloneship

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tereox · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Clone Trooper Character(s) & Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), CT-1292 | Laughter (OC) & CT-7855 | Apple (OC), CT-04-1788 | Manollium (OC) & CT-7855 | Apple (OC) Characters: CT-7855 | Apple (OC), CT-1292 | Laughter (OC), CT-04-1788 | Manollium (OC) Additional Tags: Clone Trooper-centric (Star Wars), POV CT-7855 | Apple (OC), Medic CT-7855 | Apple, CMO CT-1292 | Laughter, 212th Attack Battalion - Freeform, Canon-Typical Violence, Shiny CT-7855 | Apple, Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars), Clone Troopers as Brothers (Star Wars), Blood and Injury, manollium gets patched up by the medics, they got into a crash, Trans Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Nonbinary Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Light Angst, mostly though:, Crack Treated Seriously, as always, Hurt/Comfort Summary:

CT-7855 has finally arrived at his assignment as a medic for the 212th attack battalion. He hadn't known that one of the jobs of a medic was to test every new food the GAR came across to check whether it was compatible with clone biology.

#my fanfiction #star wars #tcw fanfic #clone wars #star wars the clone wars #212th battalion #original clone troopers #CMO Laughter #medic apple #manollium #yup this one's only got ocs #i love them all so much #light angst #hurt/comfort

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clonewarswritings · 2 years

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So I’ve known for a while that the leader of my original clone squad (Umbra) just so happens to share his name with a certain clone commando, and I’ve always wondered if I should change my clone’s nickname to be something else—something just changed enough to differentiate him from the canonical character. Gotten some great options too!

But on the OTHER hand I find it almost hilarious that he would have to constantly tell people “My name’s Scorch. No wait—not that one, not the cool commando one, but the Scorch who got his name ‘cause he was an idiot that got toasted by a blast on Geonosis.” That is entirely on-brand for his form of vaguely self-depreciating humor to see himself as the “Perfectly good Scorch we have at home” as opposed to anything else.

Like Scorch, buddy, clones can share names, and also please go to therapy.

#star wars #clone wars #original clone characters #original clone troopers #scorch #oc scorch

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airlockfailure · 1 year

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Clone Trooper Denal/Clone Trooper Axe, Clone Trooper Koho/Angel (OC), Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Clone Trooper Denal (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Axe (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Koho (Star Wars), Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Original Characters Additional Tags: Blood and Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Medically YMMV, Militarily YMMV, Cognitive Dissonance, discussions of brainwashing, Discussions of Behavioral Conditioning, Permanent Injury, Permanent Disability, Clone Troopers Deserve Better (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Culture (Star Wars), clone shipping, Clone Sex, Clone Trooper/Clone Trooper Relationships (Star Wars), Nat-Born vs. Clone Trooper Dynamics, Healing, Recovery, Prosthetics, Cybernetics, food insecurity, Erol and Meerla are spice runners/producers but there's no illicit spice use, Building a Community, Self-Esteem Issues, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Grief/Mourning, Murder, Treason, Hiding from the Republic, Hiding from the Grand Army of the Republic, Clone Trooper Decommissioning (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Reconditioning (Star Wars), Unsafe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Sexual Inexperience, First Kiss, First Time, Touch-Starved, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Size Difference, Gender Non-Conforming Clone Trooper(s), Survivor Guilt, Kaminoans Being Assholes (Star Wars), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars), POV Original Character, Background Relationships, Friendship, Background F/M Pre-Relationship, Invictus AU, CloneShipping Big Bang 2022-23, Rare Pairings Series: Part 21 of Invictus AU Summary:

Angel, Alpha-ARC trooper and Commander aboard the HCTFF2 medical station, makes a desperate escape into hyperspace after a surprise Separatist attack. Confronted with protecting Kaminoan secrets or saving his fellow troopers, Angel chooses the lives of the men in his care. Denal, one of his patients, witnesses an act of treason and is torn between doing what his training says is right versus what his heart tells him.

This chapter contains art by @reaalikaasu

@littlefeatherr, @brokenphoenix99

#airlock writes #reaalikaasu #reaalikaasu art #tcw #swtcw #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #invictus au #order 66 didn't happen #clone trooper denal #clone trooper koho #clone trooper axe #original clone troopers #clone shipping #clone shipping big bang #csbb #csbb22

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petrifiedforests · 9 months

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Hi! :)

I’m still doing the @clonefandomevents OC Bingo and I’ve got a third BINGO! ✨

You can find all my fics in the AO3 series (including the ones that aren’t part of this Bingo):

A series of small, connected drabbles following the daily lives of Clone Troopers Hics and Pillar, following them through namings, pranks and the ever-present war.

Links to the individual fics and summaries are under the cut and don’t forget to check out the events AO3 collection!

Let's talk - Awful First Meetings

"So, do you do this often?" Pillar turned his head slowly. What the kriff kinda question was this?

Flirting comes easily to some. To some... it doesn't.

Oh, How Unreasonable - Clone Courting Rituals

Pillar glanced down at the earring in his palm nervously.

Around the shape of it - Batchmates

"Just because I can't… call them anymore doesn't mean I don't want to hear about the people that matter to you, you understand that, right?"

Two clones talk about their batchmates.

The prerogative of elder siblings - Free Space

Siblings will always have an opinion on their brother's romantic choices. Clones are really no different.

A chat fic

A Face like no Other - Established relationship

Medic Pillar struggles with seeing himself.

#tcw #original clone troopers #original clone trooper #star wars #fandom event #the clone wars #clone trooper Hics #clone trooper Pillar #bingo #petrifiedforests writes

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elendiliel · 2 years

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Mhi Solus Tome

This may or may not be out of chronological order (I’m not sure whether I’ll actually give the rest of the Bad Batch arc the AU treatment), but it’s been taking up far too much space in my brain for days, so here it is. (I may have taken some liberties with the Jedi Temple’s layout and Jedi traditions in general.)

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The main hall of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant had long been a place of changes and transitions. It was where padawans became knights, and knights became masters – and, all too often at times, it was where funerals and memorials were held. But on the day that the Clone Wars officially ended, the relatively small group of people who assembled there, dressed in Jedi robes, clone soldiers’ dress greys or senatorial finery, had gathered to celebrate a very different kind of change. A wedding.

The guests had more or less all arrived, even though the ceremony wasn’t due to start for a little while. As well as the bride’s closest Jedi friends and a small selection of the groom’s many brothers, Anakin Skywalker had somehow managed to add his old friend Senator Amidala to the guest list, and she had brought along some of her friends – Representative Binks, Senators Mothma, Chuchi and Bonteri and even Chancellor Organa had made time for the event. At one end of the room, the groom and best man, both in immaculate dress greys, waited at parade rest, and Master Yoda leaned on his stick, either meditating or asleep. (One could never be quite sure with that sly fox, more than a few people reflected, always with the respect and affection the Grand Master of the Jedi Order commanded from all who knew him.) Only the bridal party had yet to enter.

“Stay still!,” Padawan Ma’ro Saszalac almost snapped at her old friend Helli Abbasa. “If I have to redo this again, we’ll definitely be late.”

“Sorry.” Helli tried once more to calm her restless mind and body and let Ma’ro work uninterrupted. ‘Ro had liked braiding Helli’s unruly dark auburn hair ever since they were younglings; Helli had never exactly enjoyed the experience, but treated it as an exercise in patience and selflessness. And there was no-one she trusted more to get her hair – and her – ready for one of the most important days of her life.

Try as she might, though, she just couldn't stop fidgeting, as Ma’ro realised very quickly. “’Li,” she asked gently, pausing her task and moving to look her friend in the eye (through her transparent goggles), “what’s the matter? I haven’t known you this nervous since our initiate trials.”

“Just last-minute jitters. They’re normal, apparently.” Ma’ro gave her a well-practised tell-me-more look (she specialised in diplomacy and negotiations). “I know it’s irrational, but I can’t stop thinking – what if something goes wrong? What if he realises he can do better? And what if,” she swallowed hard, her voice dropping to a whisper, “we’re making a mistake? The Code is as it is for a reason.”

“I thought as much. And you’re right about one thing; it’s not rational to worry so much. Nothing’s going to go wrong – nothing we can’t handle, at least.” That got a smile at last. “You and Torrent are made for one another – just as kind, as gentle, as selfless and as dedicated as each other. You’re as perfect for him as he is for you, and he knows it. And he really does love you. It’s not just a crush or even hero-worship – I’ve seen enough of that to know the difference.” So had Helli. The clones had grown up hearing stories of the Jedi that made them seem like gods and goddesses; under the stress of war, and given how young the men were even biologically, that was a recipe for all sorts of trouble. But Torrent had been Helli’s second-in-command and squad medic for over two years. He had seen her at her worst – angry, afraid, exhausted, grieving, in pain, even plagued by self-doubt. He knew she was no goddess, but a mortal, fallible woman. And he still wanted to share the rest of his life – or her life, as the case may be – with her. “It’s the genuine article. As is your love for him. But you both love your duty just as much. If anyone can make this work, you two can.”

I sincerely hope you’re right, Helli thought, but all she said was, “Thank you.” She meant it. Ma’ro’s words had quieted her fears enough that she could finally sit still and let herself be ministered to. When did she become so wise?

“Calm down, vod’ika,” Cody muttered to Torrent. The older clone had been prevailed upon to act as his protégé’s best man after much deliberation (Torrent had also seriously considered asking Sirocco, his last surviving batcher, but his mentor had had more of an influence on his life – and had recommended him for Helli’s then-new strike team, which made him partly responsible for their current situation). “You’re as nervous as a shiny before his first battle.”

“We’re trained for battle,” Torrent murmured back. He hadn’t realised his fear was that visible, but Cody had just spent three years by the side of General Kenobi, the Negotiator; something must have rubbed off on him. “I haven’t exactly been trained for marriage. And I keep thinking she’ll realise she’s making a mistake and just not turn up.”

“I don’t think anyone is,” Cody countered. “But most people seem to manage. And I don’t know your Jedi well, but I do know she’s a woman of her word, and head over heels in love with you. She’ll be here. And if anyone can make this work, it’s you two.”

Torrent didn’t have time to thank his ori’vod for that much-needed reassurance, because at that moment the doors at the other end of the hall swung open and he lost the ability to think about anything or anyone but the woman who had just walked in.

Helli sometimes joked that nobody could ever accuse her of being beautiful, and even Torrent had to concede that she had a point. Striking, yes; handsome, sometimes; good-looking, when she (or more usually a friend) made the effort. But she’d never really been beautiful – until that moment. The sheer joy radiating from her as she made her way towards the love of her life turned her into the loveliest creature in the room, simply dressed though she was (she hadn’t seen the point of a wedding dress, opting instead for her best Jedi robes, which were closer to the traditional style than the ones she usually wore). Her only ornaments (apart from her lightsabre) were her favourite earrings, blue enamel circles inlaid with the Jedi symbol in silver, a coming-of-age present from her late master, and a single small yellow wildflower braided into her hair just behind her right ear, but she needed nothing else. Ma’ro, as well as emphasising her already stunning eyes and expressive mouth with makeup, had plaited part of her usually wild mane into something resembling a crown, while the rest fell in a curtain around her shoulders and neck. The overall effect rendered her husband-to-be speechless and all but incapable of rational thought for a string of heartbeats that seemed to last a lifetime.

She carried herself almost like a queen – a ruling queen, even as she let Master Fisto (walking beside her, standing in for both her blood-father and her official master) set the pace, and a servant of her people. As she should, Torrent reflected as Fisto took Helli’s hand before putting it in Torrent’s (with the universal look after her glare common to brides’ parents across the universe). She was the queen of his heart, and they were both servants of the galaxy, their hearts divided between their duties and one another. We’ll make it work, he promised himself and her as they bowed deeply and in unison to Master Yoda. (In a traditional Alban wedding, the couple would kneel in front of an altar and tabernacle, but Helli would never kneel to anyone but the Maker.) We’ll find a compromise. Somehow.

He scarcely heard Master Yoda’s unique take on the preamble to the usual wedding service, his distinctive syntax applied to the time-honoured formula, aware only of Helli’s eyes fastened on his, her slim white hands interwoven with his tanned, scarred ones (not that hers were free of scars and calluses), and her clear, faintly accented voice declaring that she did take him to be her lawfully wedded husband. (As of earlier that day, he and all his brothers were legally Republic citizens, and for such purposes it was their biological, not chronological, age that mattered.) Cody had to elbow him discreetly when it was his turn to make the same declaration, but he meant it with all his heart.

They physically couldn’t tear their eyes from one another, even when it was time for Helli to take Torrent’s promise ring from Ma’ro (her maid of honour) and slide it onto the fourth finger of his left hand, reciting the first of the three vows they had chosen. An older variant of the Alban one, using the archaic second-person informal pronoun “thee” rather than the more modern “you”. She had insisted on including the optional promise of obedience in the bride’s vow, in exchange for breaking with tradition with respect to the groom’s promise ring (historically, on Alba only females wore them). He got his own back, though, making the same commitment as he put a matching durasteel band on her finger. She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment, before realising what kind of obedience he meant – not the kind a soldier owes their commander, but the kind one spouse owes the other. The kind she had just pledged to him.

The second vow was made in unison, their foreheads pressed together in a keldabe as they spoke aloud the words engraved on their promise rings. Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome, mhi me’dinui an. We are one together, we are one apart, we share all. They had left out the fourth part of the Mandalorian wedding vow – mhi ba’juri verde, we raise warriors – on purpose. The whole issue of children was something they had so far always left for another day, but one thing was for certain – no child of theirs, biological or adopted, would be raised as Torrent and so many of his brothers had, knowing nothing but violence. And if they had any say in the matter, there would be no wars for their children to fight.

Then it was Torrent’s turn to make the first move. The third vows were in Twi’leki, taken from the long and complex Jasshi’rr, and he still knew relatively little of the language, despite its being his and Hel’s private tongue. There just hadn’t been time to learn more than the basics. So he wasn’t completely certain what he was saying, but he trusted Helli and Gen- Aayla Secura not to pull a fast one. All the same, it was a relief when Helli – who was fluent in Twi’leki – recited the same words back to him, clearly meaning every syllable.

Finally, Master Yoda spoke again, wrapping one end of his tabard around their clasped left hands. “Pronounce you man and wife, I do.” He took their linked hands in both of his, driving his point home with almost painful pressure. “What joined, the Force has, let no mortal put asunder.”

Helli was very glad the ceremony didn’t require her to do anything more from that point than bow to Master Yoda again, turn and walk back out of the hall, hand in hand with her riduur. She was speechless with joy, of which her heart was so full she half-expected it to burst. And she knew Torrent felt the same. They savoured every picosecond of the too-short time until the apparently compulsory wedding breakfast, the first of their obligations as husband and wife in a lifetime full of conflicts and tension – but even more full, please the Maker, of love and happiness.

“Mhi solus tome,” Torrent reminded her, his thumb running over her promise ring, reassuring himself that it was real. We are one, together. Riduure, for the rest of time.

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Mando’a glossary:

Vod’ika: little/dear brother(/sister).

Ori’vod: older brother(/sister).

Riduur(e): spouse(s).

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