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marvel-starwarsfangirl · 1 month

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Clone X Theory- Who is he?

Major spoilers for "Infiltration" and "Extraction"

Who is Clone X? This is a question we have all been wondering since he first showed up in the trailer. There's so many of them so it's possible we're seeing multiple ones. But what about the one we saw in today's episodes? The one we focused on as he infiltrated Rex's base? Based on his dialogue and how he kept surviving, I feel he's definitely not some random assassin. One thing I'd like to also point out is that he's an exceptional sharpshooter, as are the other clone assassins. It's possible they got enhancements the way Crosshair did, but it's just a thought.

There are two contenders for the identity of this man: Cody and Tech.

Clone X and the other clone assassin both knew Crosshair, with the latter mocking him about the program. Clone X later fights Crosshair one-on-one. He tells Crosshair that he had his chance and that he chose the wrong side. The emotional weight this would have if we learn it is Tech or Cody. Crosshair had a connection to this person and to see them brainwashed is heartbreaking. And the fact that this person felt that Crosshair abandoned them... this is heartbreaking to think about.

Cody: last we heard of Cody, he went AWOL. At least, that's what Rampart told us and we all know how trustworthy he is. Could it be that Rampart found out about Cody's refusal to kill the senator and had him sent to Tantiss? The answer is probably yes. We also haven't heard from Cody since "The Solitary Clone." No one has mentioned his location at all.

Cody also has a past with Crosshair as seen in both CW and TBB. At the end of "The Solitary Clone," he tells Crosshair that they aren't droids and can make their own decisions. The irony of those being Cody's last words before being turned into an assassin... truly horrifying. We also don't have a fitting end to Cody's story so this could be a possibility.

Tech: the Tech Debate has been going on ever since "Plan 99." There are so many theories for and against his death. For starters, SW does have a bad habit of seemingly killing off characters and then reviving them two episodes/shows later. Gregor and Maul are prime examples of this. Tech staying dead would show that SW does commit to real consequences and keep the emotional weight of his sacrifice.

But, they never talk about him, at least on screen. If Tech were truly gone, I think we would've seen the Batch grieve more, especially Crosshair. Look at Rebels for two seconds. Kanan gets killed and then the following episode is about the Ghost crew mourning his death. We get time to process and come to terms with his sacrifice. Tech doesn't get that. This makes his story feel unresolved. Why would they intentionally keep important conversations regarding a main character out unless they weren't done with him?

There are also smaller details like Clone X limping away. Now, this could be simply due to the fact he got a bunch of rocks thrown on him, but Tech also broke his leg once upon a time in season 2. This is just a stretch though. The voice is also modulated meaning he could be Tech or Cody.

And again there's the fight between Clone X and Crosshair. The writers intentionally paired these two together. Crosshair is a failed attempt at Hemlock's program, but Clone X isn't. Wouldn't it be so heartbreaking if it was Tech and Crosshair was unknowingly fighting his fallen brother? Clone X is very Winter Soldier-coded and having him be someone we and the Batch know personally would only add to it.

Alright guys, that's all I have for now. I have a feeling episode "The Harbinger" will be about Clone X. But who do you think it is? Tech? Cody? A random guy?

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elthadriel · 1 year

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Codex Week Day 2: Kiss It Off Me

Cody and Rex both have bad habits during leave: Rex smokes and Cody fucks Fox. Rating: M Tags: Mutual Pining, Polyamorous Clones / Polysexual Clones, Kirst Kiss, Unhealthy relationships, between Cody and Fox, Drinking, Smoking, Getting Together, Lack of Communication, but they get there, Cody invents reasons he and Rex can't be together and sulks about them, Implied Sexual Content read on ao3 For @codex-week Day 2: First Impressions | First Meetings | First Kisses

Fox’s quarters aren’t much bigger than Cody’s — Coruscant is as pressed for space as a Venator — but they do have a window. The view isn’t much, all the nice stuff, the Temple and Senate Halls, are behind them, but Cody prefers not having a reminder. Fox probably feels the same.

Tall buildings reach up into a polluted sky, rows and rows of lights drag their way through the traffic lanes and far below them masses heave, too small to pick out any details other than movement.

If the war ever ends, and if Cody lives through it, and if he’s ever at liberty to choose, and if he ever has the money to spend, he’ll live somewhere with a window. It’s a lot of ifs, and Cody isn’t counting on it.

Fox appears next to him, glancing once at the skyline and then away. He hands over a mug, drinking from his own.

Fox’s is steaming, but Cody’s is just lukewarm water.

“I ran into your captain the other day,” Fox says.

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heaven-s-black-box · 4 months

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Sleep- Anakin & Rex ft. Anidala

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Recovery date: July 8th, 2022

Description: Anakin doesn't know how to take a break, it worries Rex.

Notes: An entry from my 2022 research project into the universe of Star Wars. You can find the next entry here.

Word count: 656

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Anakin slumped into his desk and rubbed at his tingling eyes. It was barely two in the afternoon and his eyes were already stinging from exhaustion. The prickly and heavy feeling made it hard to focus on the holoscreen and his eyelids were starting to feel dry.

A loud yawn escaped him as he pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes.

“General Skywalker?”

Anakin jumped back in his chair, hitting himself in the face and nearly falling to the floor.

Rex watched in concern as the general steadied himself and tried to stifle another yawn.

“Re-Rex,” he covered his mouth and cleared his throat, trying to hide another yawn. “I didn’t hear you come in, what can I do for you?”

“I have the reports from the last mission, are you alright sir?”

“Ya, I’m fine. Just a little tired, you can leave the reports here, thank you.”

“General, when was the last time you slept?”

He stopped reading through his report on the holoscreen, it was almost completely incomprehensible and most of it was in huttese. The last time he’d slept had been before Padme had left on a trip to negotiate a trade route in the outer rim, whenever that was. Not that he could say that.

“I don’t know, when did Padme leave for her negotiations?”

Rex frowned and grew more concerned when Anakin didn’t flinch or try to correct himself after using Senator Amidala’s given name. Normally the general would splutter and correct himself halfway through, but it was like he hadn’t even noticed the slip up.

“Sir, that was two weeks ago.”

“Really? That can’t be right.”

“Sir, with all do respect I think you need a break.”

“N-no, I’m fine. I’ll be done after this report, thank you for your concern.”

Nodding, Rex stared at him skeptically. First he hadn’t heard him knock, then Rex had been able to enter the room without Anakin noticing, and finally he’d referred to senator Amidala by her first name and made no attempt to correct himself. Perhaps he should inform general Kenobi.

“I think General Skywalker hasn’t been sleeping.”

Obi-Wan took a sip of tea, completely unphased by Rex’s observation.

After visiting his general, Rex had gone to find Obi-Wan. He’d found the other general having tea with Master Plo Koon, Cody, and Wolffe as they discussed another mission.

“Young Skywalker’s sleep habits have never been the best,” Plo Koon said, “is there something specific you’re worried about?”

“I was able to enter his office without him noticing. If he were to go on a mission in this state he would be putting not only himself in danger but also everyone else.”

The line about the mission sounded rehearsed, and Rex cringed internally. He hadn’t even come up with that reason until he was outside Obi-Wan’s office.

“Now that is a problem, but I’m not worried. It’ll sort itself out soon enough.”

“Sir?”

“Senator Amidala is set to return today.”

“I don’t understand.”

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“Ani,” Padme sighed, standing in the doorway of his office with her hands on her hips.

“Ah- Padme,” Anakin smiled, pushing himself away from his desk.

A soft smile pulled at Padme’s lips as Anakin placed his hands on her hips and leaned in to kiss her. She stopped him, cupping his cheeks and brushing her thumbs under his eyes.

“You haven’t been sleeping.”

“I-I’ve been busy.”

“Well you’re not going to be when you pass out and get yourself hurt,” she frowned. “Come on, you’re done for the day.”

“But I still have a report-”

“That’s probably incomprehensible and not in common,” she dropped her voice to a whisper, “come home and take a nap.”

“Hm,'' Anakin pouted, “you drive a hard bargain.”

“Comes with the job, now come on. Captain Rex is worried about you.”

“How-”

“Master Kenobi left me a message, apparently Rex was able to sneak up on you.”

“He didn’t-”

“Alright, less talking.”

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codythecheshirecat · 5 months

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I Think I've Been Interacting With Myself Differently Lately CH 8

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Cody's stubbornness reappears. He and Rex have a talk where nothing is communicated.

Bored on his lunch break, Cody taps through various files on his datapad. There are three reminders for the month, a handful of photos and videos sent to him by brothers and friends who thought he’d appreciate them (some are comedic, some are serious, and he’s kept them all whether he liked them or not because he appreciates the thought), and-

His notes from Gregor’s class. He bites the inside of his cheek– an annoying, new habit that he can’t break- and opens the file. He stares at his notes for Deadnaming. He’s memorized the words, but reads them anyway.

And then he turns his attention to the topics he has yet to continue researching– Gender Identity, Transgender, and Sexual Orientation. He’s not sure why he hasn’t researched them more. He’s had plenty of time to do so. And, honestly, these concepts aren’t foreign– Kamino hadn’t exactly prepared them for the wider galaxy in any way other than for war, but Cody has been around. He’s paid attention. He’s learned.

So he can’t really explain why it’s easier to throw himself out of a gunship during open fire than it is to search those terms again.

People who don't experience any sexual attraction for anyone often call themselves asexual.

Clearly there’s more than one definition for the term asexual, considering this is a very different usage than asexual reproduction. Why use the same term? Because there’s no sexual partner? Surely it must get confusing.

Transgender is an umbrella term for individuals whose gender identity, gender expression or behavior does not conform to that typically associated with the sex to which they were assigned at birth.

Cody can honestly say that he’s never put enough thought into his own gender to even think this might be a possibility. The Kaminoans had told them they were clones, and that was that. Nothing more to think about.

And now there are things like taxes and gender to think about, Cody thinks, rolling his eyes internally. People honestly think about this?

How much thought did Rex put into realizing he was attracted to Senator Organa? About Queen Organa? Did he think about it at all?

Actually, here’s a new thought: is Cody supposed to be thinking about that all?

Am I the odd one out?

“You look like you want to kill that thing,” Sen says, sliding into the chair beside him. “You alright?”

Cody turns the datapad off. “I’m fine,” he says. “Although, I’d appreciate a distraction.”

Her lips twitch into a grin. “Anything in particular?”

“Anything.”

She pulls a datapad from her pocket. “Alright, so we’re trying to find something to do with you for your birthday. Marsi thinks we should be sneaky about it and make it a surprise, and Fi is insistent that mini golfing is the best activity.”

“And you disagree with both of them?” cody guesses.

“Not really, they both have good points. I definitely think we should do something you’ve never done before, though. You ever been to a concert?”

Have I ever been to a concert? “I was present for a handful of celebratory events that involved music,” Cody says. “Other than that, no.”

“No, then. Well, I’ve been looking at concerts happening around your birthday here on Coruscant.”

Cody tilts his head. “Anything I’ve heard of?”

“Let’s see. Poor Man’s Poison?”

“No.”

“Lovejoy?”

Cody shakes his head.

“Hey Violet?”

“Maybe?”

“Probably not,” Sen says, eyeing the datapad. “Have you heard of Taylor Swift?”

“I don’t live under a rock, Sen,” Cody says. “I know Taylor Swift.”

“Would you go to one of her concerts?”

“I wasn’t made to deal with that crowd,” Cody says.

“What about Snail Mail?”

Cody is suddenly transported back to the Negotiator, where he’d borne witness to the tail end of a conversation about what the world would be like if they were all snails. “No snails, please.”

Sen puts her datapad on the table. “Well, that was all of them.”

Cody stares at the datapad, where ‘Ghost’ is clearly written underneath Snail Mail. “What’s Ghost?”

Sen snorts. “Ghost is my favorite band, and definitely not your speed, Cody.”

“Ghost company.”

“That’s great, and I still think it’s not your speed.” Sen shakes her head. “Trust me, you’d fit in better with the Swifties.”

“Skywalker would fit in with the Swifties,” Cody says. “I’ve made up my mind. Tell the others we’re seeing Ghost in concert.”

“It’s a terrible idea to do that.”

“Your insistence is only making me more stubborn.” Cody tilts his head. “I was supposed to be a Captain, you know. Alpha-17 was supposed to train me as a Captain. Commander happened because I didn’t take no for an answer.”

They have a stare off. Cody has two minutes until he has to clock back in for lunch. After a moment, Sen sighs.

“Alright, your funeral. I’ll tell the others it’s your deepest wish to go see Ghost in concert. You want a heads up of what their concerts are like?”

“Is it anything like the battlefield?”

“I can’t imagine that it is.”

“Then I’ll be fine,” Cody stands, tilting his head like a polite bow. “Enjoy your break, Sen.”

Rex breaks into his apartment and makes himself caf. Cody watches him, not saying a word, knowing that Rex knows he’s there and that this is an intricate ritual that they must take part in and that neither of them fully understand.

This is what it’s like having brothers, as Cody understands it.

Rex has brought with him an Orchid plant. He sets it on Cody’s counter, and Cody eyes the handwritten note attached– all he can see from this distance is Fox’s signature.

Finally, Rex situates himself on the opposite end of Cody’s couch and stares at him.

Cody deems it time to talk. “Rex.”

“Cody,” Rex says. “Fox made me bring that Orchid.”

“I figured,” Cody says. “Rex, how did you know you were interested in the Organas?”

Rex blinks at him like a fish out of water. Cody waits patiently for him to get his mind back together. “What?”

“How did you know you were interested in the Organas?” Cody repeats. “What was the thought process?”

Rex gives him a curious look. “There wasn’t a thought process.”

Well, that doesn’t make sense. “You have to have thought about it.”

“It’s more of a feeling,” Rex says. “Like when you’re on the battlefield, and you’re acting on instinct more than conscious thought.”

“You have to have thought it through.”

“Whether or not I wanted to act on it, sure. Not the attraction itself.”

Cody stares at him. “Is that not the same?”

“No,” Rex says slowly, making his thinking face. “What’s another metaphor? It’s like facial expression and verbal communication.”

“I’m not following,” Cody says, frowning hard. “How are they like attraction?”

“Cody, what’s this about?” Rex asks. He sets his cup of caf on the floor. “Is everything alright?”

Like when you’re on the battlefield, and you’re acting on instinct more than conscious thought. It’s like facial expression and verbal communication. “Do you not think about your facial expressions?”

“...Only when I might have to disguise the expressions on my face,” Rex says. “Are you saying you do?”

“I think we might be looking at the same thing from different angles,” Cody says. He bites his cheek again. “Different words, same thing. Forget about it.”

“If you’re sure,” Rex says. “Did you still want to talk about Bail and Breha..?”

“No,” Cody says. “Forget about that, too. Do you have birthday plans?”

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saggitary · 1 year

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I posted 182 times in 2022

That's 182 more posts than 2021!

40 posts created (22%)

142 posts reblogged (78%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@sees-writes

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@kote-wan

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I tagged 121 of my posts in 2022

Only 34% of my posts had no tags

#the clone wars - 58 posts

#ahsoka tano - 47 posts

#captain rex - 35 posts

#clone wars - 26 posts

#sag’s stuff - 25 posts

#clone troopers - 21 posts

#arc trooper echo - 20 posts

#clone wars headcanons - 19 posts

#arc trooper fives - 17 posts

#tales of the jedi - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 97 characters

#like anakin carries newly de-aged ahsoka onto the resolute and every clone in a 1mile radius goes

My Top Posts in 2022:

Ok I don’t know what it is, but Howzer looks so much like Rex. I know you probably are all like ‘well no shit they are clones’ but if u look at like Rex and Fives side by side THEY BARELY LOOK ALIKE. Same with Rex and Jesse and everyone else, but u put Howzer and Rex next to each other and they look so alike. Like I’ll see edits and the top bit of Howzer gorgeous hair is cut off so u just see the buzzed sides and I have to do a double take because for a second I think it’s Rex.

These are all from the Umbara arc so they all have the same design model (Rex, Fives, Jesse, Hardcase)

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I think it’s hilarious that we are all in agreement that the CC batch of Cody, Wolffe, Bly, Fox, and Ponds adopted Rex because his old batch was a bunch of assholes

367 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

Clone Wars Headcannons

All over the place but yeah enjoy

Ahsoka will let her men test out pick up lines before shore leave and give them tips on how to better pick up girls

Ahsoka picked up her eye rolling habit from Wolffe

Fives and Echo refer to Rex as “oh captain my captain” (Rex is very annoyed)

Clone troopers sleep better when they cuddle up with someone

Anakin has given Ahsoka and many of his men heart attacks when he randomly removes his prosthetic hand

There are painted line of the Resolutes floor near the medical bays to mark how far troopers have made it when they attempt to escape the medics

This usually ends with the medics full body tackling their vod and occasionally their Jedi

Hardcase has the furthest mark with Fives very near behind him

Much to Wolffe’s dismay young animals love to imprint of him during campaigns, he says he hates it but Sinker once saw Wolffe carrying around a baby loth cat wrapped in one of his blankets

Rex is a natural blonde due to a mutation and I will die on this hill

Fox and Wolffe have the highest spice tolerance of their batch and their brothers are very concerned for them

Based on the scene in the Umbara arc where Tup is hanging onto the gunship handle with 2 hands, he is a very nervous flier

Ahsoka noticed that Tup was a nervous flier and now tries to get on the same ships as him to help keep him calm

The 501st has different tallies up throughout the barracks for random things like ‘how many times the general loses his lightsaber’, ‘best quotes for the week’, etc

Clone troopers speak mando’a, kaminoan, and basic fluently

Rex always wins arm wrestling contests, even against Anakin

Ahsoka learned how to play sabacc from the Wolf Pack and has been banned from playing in most 501st circles because she always wins

The CCs have the ability to sleep with their eyes open and Wolffe and Fox actively chose to do so to creep everyone else out

Cody has broken his wrists and his shins from fist fighting droids but he continues to do it

Many troopers in the 501st have also attempted to fist fight droids but quickly stopped when the medics refused to treat them

Anakin has also attempted to fist fight droids and damaged his cybernetic hand enough that he had to get a new one

Ahsoka purrs when she sleeps close to other people

Hardcase almost cried when he first heard Ahsoka purr because he thought it was cutest damn thing

Capture the flag is the 501st’s favorite down time activity

Cody has hidden drugs in Obi-Wan’s tea to make him sleep which Obi-Wan was rather offended by but continued to accept all tea given to him by his commander

Ahsoka set up a projector in the rec room and on hyper space trips she plays holomovies so her men can be ‘cultured’

Ahsoka is good friends with Padme and Riyo Chuchi and regularly gets together with them for girls nights

Rex has gotten a tattoo while drunk but Cody is the only one that knows about it

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Ahsoka and the 501st Headcannons

- Ahsoka is known for going to the barracks to comfort troopers after a campaign. She will sit with them for hours and listen to them and offer a shoulder to cry on. It’s not uncommon to find a group of shinies huddled around her on the floor

- Speaking of shinies, some of them (esp when Ahsoka was still pretty small) they’d hug onto her like she was a stuffed toy, and she didn’t mind at all. If it made her trooper feel better then she would do so happily

- If a trooper finds something cool on a campaign, like a pretty rock or a flower, they will give it to her and she keeps all the little gifts they give her

- She has lets some of Torrent play around with her sabers, and even taught Fives some of the basic lightsaber stances so they could mock duel

- Ahsoka knows what kind of music each trooper likes and will share songs she finds that she thinks they will like with them. She also was able to barter for a portable speaker that they could keep in the barracks or rec room

- She and Fives started a prank war that eventually involved all of the 501st and the 212th

- Echo helps Ahsoka study because he’s actually enjoys reading ‘boring’ stuff. Jedi temple work is actually a lot more interesting than REG manuals

- It started with Jesse, but one day while he was bored in the rec room, he asked Ahsoka (who was doing course work) if he could try to do a push up with her sitting on him (like in some of the holovideos he’s seen). She says yes. Rex walks in to see Jesse doing pushups while Ahsoka is typing out an essay on his back

- Pretty soon there is a competition between the veterans in the 501st on who can do the most pushups with Ahsoka sitting on them. Hardcase held the record until Rex stepped in and beat him by double

- There is an ongoing debate on how tall Ahsoka is, she argues that you measure from the tips of her montrals, her men argue its the top of her forehead.

- “Why would you measure from my forehead my mortals are literally attached to my head, the ARE the top of my head!” “even if we measured from your montrals, you still short as kriff.”

- Because Togruta don’t have hair, she is fascinated by it. Originally she only messed with Anakin’s hair but soon her men started letting her touch their hair was well. She would sit there playing with it for hours if they would let her (and many times they did because it feels good)

- They began teaching her some sayings in Manda’o and in return she taught them a few things in Togruti

- they all complain whenever they have to fly with her, but in reality they prefer her flying to their generals (and she is actually a very good flyer but they would never admit that)

- If Ahsoka hears someone insult her or say anything inappropriate about her, she ignores it, you say something about one of her troopers, she will not hesitate to jump them (Rex has had to haul her away from many brawls)

- If the troopers hear someone insult them they ignore it, if someone catcalls or insults their commander that person better pray to whatever god they believe in because they are about to meet their maker

- Ahsoka and Anakin started a karaoke tradition with the 501st but it stopped after Ahsoka left the order

- After Ahsoka left the order the clones still found themselves picking up small gifts on campaigns, and some chose to keep them with them in case Ahsoka ever came back

571 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I see your “Ahsoka Tano gets de-aged and Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Plo enter dad mode” and I raise you:

Ahsoka Tano gets de-aged and battle tested, top strategist and captain of the 501st Rex, melts and enters ultimate ori’vod mode as soon as he sees his commander tiny. The 501st as a whole fights over who gets to carry her around the ship and Anakin watches his extremely competent and experienced battalion fall to pieces as soon as they see baby Ahsoka.

Marshall Commander Cody aka the ori’vod of half the GAR let’s baby Ahsoka sit in his lap as he does reports and carries her to meetings. The 212th take turns escorting the tiny commander to the med bay to be checked up on (because god knows how many diseases they come into contact with as they travel around the galaxy). Obi-Wan watches one of the best legions in the GAR fall prey again and again to his grandpadawan’s tooka eyes.

All of this only happens if they can pry Ahsoka from the 104th. Wolffe refuses to let Ahsoka out if his sight when she is with them, usually resorting to carrying her everywhere. Rarely has anybody seen Ahsoka not being carried, either on the shoulders or in the arms, of Commander Wolffe. Those in the 104th that had known Ahsoka before she became Anakin’s student and the commander of the 501st don’t trust her well-being with their other brothers. It’s not that they doubt their brothers’ with Ahsoka, it’s just that they feel much better when she is safe with them. Completely normal. Plo watches his serious and battle hardened battalion soften as soon as they get their hands on baby Ahsoka.

I raise you, the clone troopers born from Jango Fett’s DNA, a mandalorian through and through, see a child and immediately adopt it.

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morganwrites-starwars · 2 years

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I Stand Here Right Beside You- Chapter 22: oyayc

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Series Summary: CC-2224 had been a good soldier for the Empire its entire existence, never failing a mission assigned to it. But Lord Vader's next mission might do it in: raise and protect Lord Vader's son. CC-2224 was not cut out for childcare. It's a good thing Cody is.

TW: super minor implied reference to suicide. Just don't read the sentence that has Commander Bly in it.

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Luke was happily talking with Rex, Wolffe, and Helix. Cody stood with Ahsoka closer to the door, watching fondly as Luke impressed his bavodu’e with his grasp on Mando’a. Wolffe kept shooting Cody approving and fond looks.

“I’m assuming you told him,” Cody asked Ahsoka, keeping his tone low as not to interrupt Luke and his brothers. Helix was now recounting the story behind Cody’s facial scar, causing Luke and Rex to protest that he was lying. Cody may or may not have told many stories to different people. It had certainly made sure shines joining the 212th properly respected him- the mystery behind his scar had been a popular topic among the 212th.

Luke and Rex were shooting Cody betrayed looks. And, of course, Cody shot innocent looks back. Wolffe, the bastard he is, immediately jumped into the version of the story he had made up. Wolffe knew the actual story- Cody’s entire batch had. It was really only shinies that Cody had messed with. And Rex. Cody, and his batch, had unanimously decided to tell Rex the ‘true’ story. Cody had always planned to actually tell Rex the truth once the war was over, but-

Well, obviously, that didn’t happen.

“Yeah,” Ahsoka responded. “He took it well, all things considered.”

“He’s probably happy because he thinks it means he has a chance to be good.” Cody shook his head. “Luke has been terrified of the thought of taking after Vader. To know that Vader used to be good- well, it’s probably some needed hope. He also may have learned his coping skills from me.”

Ahsoka chuckled. “So I’ll expect some lashing out or silent treatment in the near future.”

Wolffe had finished his story, and now Helix, a bastard like the rest of Cody’s vode just better at hiding it, was recanting his story claiming he had mixed some parts up. Luke was looking increasingly done.

“I had always thought you got it on Kamino,” Ahsoka mused. “Fives told a pretty convincing story about you, a smuggled vibroblade, and a trainer with a grudge.”

“It was actually a mace,” Cody casually told her, smirking at her scoff. Luke was now telling his bavodu’e the story that Cody had told him. It was similar to the truth, omitting parts including Jedi and other bits Cody hadn’t fully remembered. Cody exaggerated parts slightly- the habit of lying about the story had stuck.

“We’re working on figuring out who’s still alive,” Ahsoka said after a moment.

Cody nodded and, against his better judgment, asked, “Any idea if anyone else from my batch is still around?”

Ahsoka sighed and bit her lip. “I know Commander Bly isn’t. He was one of the first that the Rebellion got out. We underestimated what he would do when he came back to himself. He was distraught that he killed Master Secura and well…”

Cody clenched his fists and lowered his head, taking a moment to morn his vod’ika. Cody comforted himself with the thought of Bly and Ponds reuniting and watching him from beyond. Once he was done, Cody took a deep breath and relaxed his hands. Luke was looking at him, having sensed his moment of pain. Cody smiled at him and nodded to confirm he was ok. Luke didn’t look fully convinced but returned to the conversation- Rex was recounting some chaos caused by the Domino twins.

“Anyone else? Anyone from the 212th?” Cody asked when he was sure Luke was distracted.

Ahsoka thought for a moment before shaking her head. “I don’t know. Those who have gotten out are under the radar. You’d be better off asking Wolffe or Rex.”

Cody was admittedly happy she didn’t know anything else. Cody wasn’t sure he could take learning the, in all likelihood tragic, fates of his vode.

Ahsoka got a message on her comm, and whatever it was seemed to be good, judging by her smile.

“Is that your girlfriend? Boyfriend?” Cody couldn’t help but tease her. Ahsoka gently elbowed him and shook her head.

“Not my boyfriend…” she trailed off innocently, typing out a reply. She looked at Cody with a considering look. “I have two pieces of news- one more shocking than the other. Which do you want first?”

Cody sighed. “My heart isn’t going to survive the day, is it?” Ahsoka shrugged, seemingly unconcerned that just her question had his heart speeding up. “Less shocking, I suppose.”

She nodded before gesturing at Luke. “Padmé had twins.”

Karking hells. Cody let his head thump against the wall behind him. The noise caught Luke and Cody’s vode’s attention.

“Buir?” Luke asked, moving towards Cody. “Everything ok?”

“I can’t handle two of you,” Cody told him, dutifully ignoring Rex’s chuckles. Luke brightened up, clearly already knowing the news.

“But Leia’s pretty cool! I mean, kind of annoying, but I guess that’s normal?” Luke’s face scrunched up. “I mean, at least it wasn’t, like, one of the Moff’s kids.”

Leia. Leia Organa was the daughter of Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala. Cody couldn’t say he was too surprised. Luke was the spitting image of Anakin, and Leia, now that Cody thought about it, was Padmé’s.

“How’d she end up a princess and Luke on Tatooine?” Cody asked Ahsoka.

“Apparently, she gave birth on Bail’s ship after Order 66. She died pretty soon after, and Masters Yoda and Obi-wan decided that it wouldn’t be a good idea to keep them together- they were strong enough in the Force that they worried they might attract unwanted attention. Bail offered to take Leia and Obi-wan Luke to Tatooine to live with his Aunt and Uncle. And well, you know how that ended.”

Yeah, that made sense. From what Cody understood, Force-sensitive babies could be like beacons in the Force-

Wait a fucking minute.

“Obi-wan?” Cody chocked out. He cleared his throat and tried again, but it came out a near whisper. “Obi-wan?”

Ahsoka must’ve lost it because Obi-wan was dead. Shot down by Cody’s own command.

But they never found a body-

No. Because if Obi-wan was alive, then he’s spent the last 13 years thinking Cody betrayed him, hated him. Which wasn’t true- Cody loved him- but there was no way he would’ve known otherwise.

No. Obi-wan couldn’t be alive, couldn’t have seen his beloved Padawan become a Sith and murder the Jedi. That would have broken Obi-wan’s heart. And Obi-wan, stupid self-sacrificing Obi-wan, would undoubtedly blame himself for Skywalker falling.

But Ahsoka and his vode were looking at him with pity.

And wasn’t that unfair? Why did Cody’s general get to be the one that survived? When his vod’ika had to live with the knowledge that Skywalker was evil. When his ori’vod would never get to see and apologize to his General buir? Why Cody, who hadn’t even been able to remember Obi-wan’s name until a few hours ago.

Kriff, had it only been a few hours?

“How?” Cody whispered, finally being able to gather his thoughts for a moment. Luke had grabbed onto Cody’s arm. Cody could see the gears turning in Luke’s mind as he tried to connect the name Obi-wan to the stories Cody had told him. Luke wouldn’t be able to do it- Cody had never been able to tell him about Obi-wan, the damned chip not letting him.

“Hopeless was the one who shot at the General,” Helix said, having been the only one there. Helix shrugged. “They missed.”

Cody couldn’t have stopped the slightly derange laugh that came out of him if he had tried. Hopeless had gotten their name because they were a hopeless shot, barely passing their blaster competency sim. It was a fluke and a lack of men that had led to Hopeless being on AT-TE duty.

Cody took a deep breath and wrapped an arm around Luke. Partly to reassure Luke that Cody wasn’t going insane, partly to ground Cody as he asked his next question.

“What was the more shocking news?” Cody asked, feeling he could guess what, more accurately who, it was about.

“We found where he is,” Ahsoka said. “We can get you there if you want to go.”

Cody took another deep breath. He looked at the faces of his vode, trying to gauge their reactions. Rex looked supportive, Helix had a small smile, Wolffe was giving him a hard to interpret look. Luke was still a little confused.

“Where is he?”

“Tatooine.”

Of course. Obi-wan must’ve stayed on Tatooine after leaving Luke with his aunt and uncle- a self-imposed exile. He’s probably spent the last ten or so years blaming himself for Luke getting taken.

“So we’re going to Tatooine?” Luke asked. “We might want to change. We’re both wearing too much black for that.”

Cody took a moment to look at Luke, examine his face, and figure out how Luke was doing and feeling. At first glance, Luke seemed perfectly content with the idea of returning to the planet he spent the first four years of his life on. But Cody could tell that Luke was nervous.

“We don’t have to go right away,” Cody muttered to Luke. “We can stay here for a bit so you can get a chance to relax, get to spend more time with Leia.”

Luke shook his head. “I can get a comm and share numbers with her. I know this Obi-wan is important to you. After your surgery, you kept saying his name. You-“

Luke cut himself off with a shrug.

“We can always kidnap the princess when we come to visit,” Wolffe offered gruffly. Helix sighed, but Rex looked thoughtful.

“You could probably just ask Bail,” Ahsoka offered. “Leia isn’t yet into politics enough that the Empire will notice her missing for a few days at a time.”

Cody felt tears begin to form at the evidence of his aliit’s love and support. Cody was used to putting aside his own wants for others- even before the Empire. But his vode had immediately decided that Cody couldn’t be trusted to do something for himself. And Luke finally had someone else to help bully Cody.

Kriff it. “I love you all.”

The conversation about the benefits of kidnapping Leia stopped. Luke hugged Cody and muttered that he loved him too. Cody’s vode looked shocked. Cody had never straight out told them that he loved them. Cody was a man of actions more than words. But this time, it felt important.

“Love you too, buir,” Luke told him, pulling back from the hug.

“Damn right you love us,” Rex told him, stepping closer to hug Cody. “You better, since we’ll be visiting Tatooine for you.”

Helix and Wolffe agreed.

“How about you, al’verd’ika?” Cody asked Ahsoka, who shuffled her feet. “Not exactly the ideal vacation spot, but I know Obi-wan would be overjoyed to see you.”

Ahsoka smiled. “I’ll try to make the time.”

“We’ll kidnap her with Leia,” Wolffe said confidently. Helix sighed loudly.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Mando'a translation: bavodu'e- uncles alitt- family

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

#clone wars #cc 2224 #commander cody #purge trooper cody #imperial luke skywalker #luke skywalker #i stand here right beside you #star wars #darth vader #cody x obi wan #leia and luke #leia organa #ahsoka tano #codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander wolffe #captian rex #Aliit ori'shya tal'din

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loyaltyandchaos · 3 months

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@galaxycrxss said: "we've pulled crazier stunts than this !" [ from echo ! to maybe cody or waxer ! or anyone of your choosing really ! ]

Cody really missed this. He spent most of his life surrounded by the identical faces of his brothers, and the months that he was forced to serve with the natural born were torture. They were new, useless, stupid and… completely different from what he had recently. They looked down on him and considered clones to be trash. Worst of all, the Empire was not kind and mercilessly destroyed everyone who showed even the slightest disagreement. And Cody left and found Rex and Bad Batch, who helped him get rid of the chip, which forced him to obey Order 66 and give the order to shoot Kenobi.

Now that he was among his brothers again, he could do what was right at the moment. Saving the brothers from the terrible fate of being used in some terrible experiments. But he had completely forgotten how crazy Bad Batch and Rex's plans were sometimes.

"I know! I'm probably out of the habit of flying so crazy!"

#galaxycrxss #🌙┊𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 ⧽ [ answered ]#☀️┊𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ( muse: commander cody )#thank you!

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suck-a-egg · 2 years

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Crosshair: Echo isn’t answering their phone Hunter: I’ll call Crosshair: Tech and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi- Echo: Hello?

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bobafettuccini · 3 years

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Clone Handwriting Headcanons

Does anyone else ever think about the handwriting of the Clones? Surely Kamino has a standardized font they teach cadets, like a formal cursive, but once they get out of Kamino I can very easily see it branching off into wildly different directions.

I’ll be talking about the High Galactic alphabet (or the Latin Alphabet, as we know it).

Lots of clones deliberately stretch out their letters to be taller, because it mimics the highly vertical font of Mando’a.

Clone Commanders who work closely with Jedi tend to pick up handwriting habits from them.

Cody has very formal, readable handwriting, but he accidentally picked up General Kenobi’s weird E’s somewhere along the way.

Kel Dor language pairs lots of smooth curves and sharp corners, which carries into General Plo’s High Galactic. Wolffe decides he likes the look, but his writing also has sharper angles and is more vertical then his general’s.

Both Anakin and Ahsoka canonically write in all caps & Rex finds himself slipping more and more capital letters into his handwriting as the war goes on.

Echo is generally very by the book at first, but after Skako & joining the Batch, his writing becomes much messier. He genuinely just doesn’t care anymore.

Fives is wonderful at mimicking other people’s handwriting! He can forge signatures too.

Jessie has decent handwriting with a significant left slant, but it gets messy and uneven when he’s tired. He once tried writing in all caps like General Skywalker but hated it, and switched back almost immediately.

Kix and all the other GAR medics appropriately have terrible handwriting that only the other medics can understand.

Dogma’s handwriting is pristine & textbook, but who would expect anything less?

The Corrie Guard probably has the strictest rules when it comes to handwriting.

They work closely with the senators and with the chancellor so their writing is fairly standardized, but there are still little tells.

Fox’s is the most precise, naturally, but it tends to run smaller just because of how much he has to write.

Thire crosses his 7s and his Zs.

Thorn has a small loop on the curved tail of his Ys. He picked it up from Senator Amidala.

Hound’s is just a smidge larger then his brothers’.

When Stone is writing, the words are slightly larger and the spaces in between words are slightly further apart.

But these are minute differences, nearly invisible acts of rebellious individuality - someone not deliberately looking wouldn’t be able to spot the difference.

The Bad Batch’s handwriting is all over the place.

Hunter writes with heavy pressure on the pen. He doesn’t really like writing, so his words are scribbled fast and tend to run together just to get it over with sooner. He does like twirling his pen though.

Tech’s handwriting is almost completely illegible - he writes too fast for it to be neat. If that wasn’t bad enough, he frequently switches languages mid-sentence to better express what he means & his writing scatters across his pages (and onto tables and walls) instead of writing on the lines.

Crosshair has sharp, vertical handwriting with very few curves or loops - he likes angles and sharp turns. He also dots his Is with an x instead of a dot.

Wrecker has childish handwriting. His letter sizing is very inconsistent and his words tend to float above the line.

Bonus: Omega’s handwriting was standard clone handwriting, but also had tells of working heavily with written Kaminoan. After being adopted, she began to deliberately mimic Hunter’s handwriting.

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happytroopers · 3 years

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crosshairs fic idea: reader is gossiping with coworkers (maybe medics idk) about who the most attractive clone is and reader mentions crosshair and he somehow finds out and teases her

Teasing // Crosshair x reader

“It’s definitely Captain Rex. ” Tula, a Rodian nurse from the 212th, stated decidedly. You giggled into the shitty GAR rationed caf.

“That’s just cause your into blondes.” You teased, content with the rounds of chuckles at the mess hall table as Tula’s teal cheeks blushed blue.

“I still don’t know why we’re having this conversation, they’re clones, they all look the same! Thats like the whole thing.” Rys groaned uncomfortably, the only man at the table of civilian enlistments. It was rare for some many of your friends to be in the same place at the same time- but medical staff and engineering alike, every six months after your first deployment civilian enlistments were shipped back to Coruscant for a week long training refresher.

“You can’t say that, it’s rude!” Tula slapped his arm, eyebrow ridges furrowing over her galaxy eyes. He held his hands up in surrender.

“Yeah Rys, we won’t assume you’re any less straight if you admit that Wolffe is clearly the most attractive.” Raina grinned, her peach colored lekku twitching at the thought of the commander. You considered the idea but shook your head as other names got thrown around.

Kix, Fives, Bly, Keeli, Cody, and a couple other names you didn’t quite recognize the names of were tossed around the table. Haircuts, scars, tattoos, personality all became deciding factors as you at your dinner, occasionally chiming in to tease your friends.

“Ok then, who do you think the hottest soldier is?” An engineer from some outer moon data post asked after you teased her for her choice- Tup, a younger soldier in the 501st that you hadn’t met since your transfer to Clone Force 99.

You held your hands up, ready to evade the question. But Raina interjected, a challenging look on her face. You’d gone through academy with the peachy colored twi-lek and her sharp tongue was almost faster than her flying. You knew that look, and it didn’t bode well.

“If you don’t answer, I’ll tell every trooper I see all week that you said it was them.” She threatened with a smirk that said she already knew she had won. The smirk grew to a grin when you let out a defeated sigh.

“Well, in my own personal opinion, that Crosshair is the most attractive man we work with.” You admitted quietly. An honest answer on your part, you did think he was attractive even if you’d never say it to his face. Immediately, several pairs of disbelieving eyes landed on you.

“What? He doesn’t even count!” Rys pointed an finger at you to emphasize his point, “he doesn’t even look like the other clones!”

You shrugged as Tula slapped the back of his head again, her voice scolding as she hissed, “You can’t say that either!”

Then she looked at you, “Really though? He’s meaner than a burned gundark.”

“He’s scary.” Raina nodded.

“He’s an ass.” Another one of the 212th enlistments echoed from down the table. You’d forgotten that a few of the units they were assigned to probably had worked with Clone Force 99 at some point. Nevertheless, suddenly, you felt a need to defend the sniper who had finally become what you’d consider a friend.

“Ok, so it takes a while to get to know him, but...” you started, thinking of all the amazing qualities no one else saw because they weren’t with him all the time, “he’s loyal to a fault, really funny, always pulls me out of sticky situations and usually manages to keep me out of them to begin with, once you get to know him and how he is, you see how much he cares about his-“

“Ok, sure,” Raina cut you off, clearly not believing the cold eyed sniper could care about anything or anyone. She paused to pitch her voice up, flutter her eyelashes, and clasp her hands beside her face like a cartoon princess, “we don’t know him like you do~”

She interrupted herself with a snicker before she continued in her normal voice, “and all that bantha crap, but this is about attractiveness. What makes him hot? And don’t give me any of this, personality is all I look at shit.”

“And if I tell you, you’ll leave me alone?” You asked, though it was more of a demand. Tula nodded, she had always been a little boy crazy, and was dying to hear the scoop. You sighed again, hoping your cheeks weren’t too flushed, “fine, He’s very unique looking, in all the best ways. He’s very tall and lean, but crazy built. I’m into the silver hair, and believe it or not, under the armor that man has the best ass you’ll ever see.”

Tula was leaning on the table, giggling wildly at the juicier bits of you description. Raina had leaned back in her seat, and rolled her eyes, “To each their own, I suppose.”

Fortunately for you, the conversation switched to complaining about to the soldiers that were in charge of your training. There was a rumor the Fox used “civilian training” as punishment for his men when they earned a reprimand. It made sense, all the Coruscant guardsmen that were tasked with running drills with you weren’t exactly thrilled to be there. As if any of you were either.

“Yeah, I definitely don’t understand that attitude. We get it, you don’t want to be here, neither do we, but we are so let’s just get it over with- with out the..... are you even listening?” You were in the middle of your tangent when it was clear none of your group was listening to you. Instead there were all staring over your head with varying looks of slight fear, curiosity, and overall disdain. Tula was the one who attempted to subtly point behind you. At first you feared it was one of the troopers in charge of your training, so you quickly turned around with a forced apologetic look on your face.

To your surprise, you found Crosshair. Helmet free, as usual he had a toothpick between his teeth as he gave your group an appraising sweep. He had the same look on his face that he did when he was sizing up ‘the regs’- until he got to you. It took a year for him to stop looking at you that way, but his slight sneer eased out to neutral-which when it came to the sniper, it might as well have been an ear to ear grin.

“Crosshair! What are you doing here?” You asked, turning around in your seat. In addition to his sudden appearance, just his president was slightly confusing. Typically, Hunter would come himself, or send Tech- all to avoid a potential fight. Your training mates looked slightly bewildered at the amicable exchange.

“Springing you. We’ve got an assignment.” He shrugged after plucking the toothpick from between his lips. Like a true creature of habit, he started twirling the stick between his fingers. You quirked an eyebrow motioning to the other civilians.

“You can’t ‘spring me’, it’s GAR regulation for me to do this training refresher.” You reminded him, he rolled his eyes- but you weren’t sure if his disdain was for your use of air quotes or just disdain for GAR regulation in general. With any member of the Bad Batch, it was usually general disrespect for the rules. You gave him a look before continuing, “I still have three more days.”

“Is it really training? You could run circles around anyone here, especially them.” He drawled as he nodded his head over his shoulders at the table of red painted troopers who were eyeing him in distrust. Your eyes went a little wide, was that a compliment? And then you ducked your head at the offended glares of your table. In an effort to prevent a fight, you stood quickly before letting him lead you off.

“They’re aren’t gonna let me leave, Crosshair.” You reminded him, looking up to meet his eyes. He smirked a bit, setting his eyes forward.

“How are they gonna stop us?” He challenged, dropping his smile to glare at a passing trooper.

“Well, ion cannons come to mind.” You mused before clearing your throat, “You guys could always go with me, you went on plenty of missions before you got stuck with me. It be like the good ole days.”

He didn’t laugh at your joking tone, but shook his head, “You’re one of us, you stay with us”

You were stunned to silence for a second, despite your friendship he’s never referred you you as ‘one of them’. Heat rose to your cheeks as you exited the corridor into a lift, so Crosshair diffused the tension.

“Mission takes precedence over regulations. When have we been know to follow the rules, anyways.” He mused, swiping his ID card so the lift would let you out in the hangar. He relaxed a bit when you snorted a laugh before he continued on, “Besides, how can pull you out of sticky situation if you’re on a different planet?”

You froze in your spot, stomach dropping and cheeks flaring with red hot embarrassment; you had forgotten the cardinal rule of working with Crosshair.

If you didn’t have eyes on Crosshair, Crosshair definitely had eyes on you. And in this case, apparently ears as well.

“Ok, look-“ you started, hoping to ease your embarrassment, but all of the excuses you could come up with fell flat before they made it out of your mouth. Fortunately, the lift door slid open, allowing you to escape before you could further your embarrassment.

Crosshair actually chuckled out loud, long legs easily traipsing past you as he headed towards the Havoc Marauder. Momentarily, he twisted around to walk backwards, pointing his toothpick towards you, “Don’t worry, your ass is almost as good as mine.”

#crosshair x reader #crosshair x you #bad batch x reader #bad batch x you

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 3 years

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Clone Wars + Bad Batch Preferences: When You Have Anxiety-

(Warnings; mentions of anxiety)

("Regs")

Rex: He might not see it right away but once things are relatively quiet, he starts to notice the signs: whether it be repetitive movements, nail-biting, lip-chewing, or subtly picking at skin or hair. He'll gently take your hands in his and give you a warm look, distracting you. Rex doesn't always feel like he knows what to say, but he is good at offering support in nonverbal ways as long as you're okay to be touched.

Cody: When he notices your anxiety, he isn't wuite sure what to say. He'll try and lighten the mood a bit with a joke or funny story in hopes it will make you smile, but if you only offer an anxious smile in return, he'll want to talk to you and know what's up so he can help. He'd want to

Fives: He hates to see you upset and will give you a sympathetic look when you start to show signs, whether you do any repetitive movements or habits, or your irritation increases. He gets pretty good at telling when you're anxious and is very patient and tender with you during that time, letting you talk to him about it when you're ready.

Wolffe: He doesn't quite understand what anxiety entails for some people, but all he knows is something is off. He can pick up on more obvious signs like nervous movements, but when it comes to anxiety in the form of irritation or worry, he might not understand the root of it immediately. Once you do explain, he would listen and be a little more mindful of his own actions- would offer an embrace if you needed it.

(The Bad Batch)

Hunter: He is very sensitive to the signs and can recognize right away when you're anxious. He'd pull you aside and into his embrace if you wanted it, telling you in a quiet voice that it would be alright and he'd be there for you. If you needed to talk, he'd listen attentively. Hunter would stay by your side for a while after that holding your hand as you went about the ship.

Crosshair: He has no idea what to do when he notices your anxiety. He can tell something is off, and even though he's clueless he doesn't want to see you upset. He'd probably ask, "what's with you?" and wouldn't accept "oh nothing" as an answer. He wouldn't say very much, but would slide an arm around you and maybe run a hand up and down your arm soothingly. The silent actions would let you know it would be alright.

Wrecker: The first time you had anxiety around him, he might not notice. Maybe he'd notice your change in mood or the nervous habit, but he wouldn't know exactly what it meant until he asked and you explained. After that, he would be far from oblivious. He'd take a note and keep an eye out for those signs in the future, taking your hand in those moments to help you keep still and relax.

Tech: He'd see the signs the first time, but might not say or do anything in case it was something you didn't want to talk about. After witnessing your anxiety a few different instances, he'd ask about it when the two of you had a moment alone. He'd want to know if there was anything he should do to help you in those times, whether it was to hold you or your hand or anything else, and he'd do so without fail.

Echo: He is pretty observant and would notice the signs. If you were in a group, he'd quietly rest a hand on your shoulder or slip his hand into yours to offer comfort. If you were alone, he'd give you a small smile and try to lighten the mood with "now what's all this about?" in a gentle tone. He'd listen if you needed to talk, but if you weren't in the mood to discuss it, he'd do soothing gestures like embrace you and maybe play with your hair a little.

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clonemando · 3 years

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Star Wars Fun in the Sun Submission

This fic was written for @starwarsfandomfests “Summer Fun in the Sun” event. This event was really fun to participate in and I’m glad I joined in. I was given @anaisonfire to write for and chose to write some fluffy Jangobi for you with some bonding between Jango and the clones and Obi-Wan and young Boba. I hope you enjoy!

Find it on AO3 Here

The sound of the waves lapping at the sand of the beach and the feeling of warm sunlight against his bare skin had Obi-Wan almost dozing in his chair. It had been so long since he could just relax like this and soak in the beauty and sensations of a place instead of worrying about an attack but the war was finally over. A lucky break had come from Fox who had nearly faceplanted onto the council room floor in a combination of his haste to speak with them and complete exhaustion. He had overheard a conversation between Dooku and Palpatine revealing his plans and had recorded it on his helmet cam, giving the Jedi evidence against the now exposed Sith Lord. Dechipping started as soon as they located what it was Palpatine was talking about and within the month, the head had been cut off the snake. Without Palpatine’s funding, a lot of previously Separatist worlds returned to the Republic begging for another chance. Dooku was backed into a corner and he knew it, so he had willingly turned himself into the Jedi council, giving up information on Grievous that led to his capture and the droid army’s shutdown. Things still weren’t perfect. The flaws of the Republic were more obvious than ever. The corruption ran deeper than before. The Clones still didn’t have the rights they deserved.

“What has you frowning like that, cyare? We’re supposed to be on vacation.” Jango’s voice interrupted the downward turn his thoughts had taken and his lips turned up in a warm smile.

“Just thinking about the mess we are not supposed to be thinking about while here. The usual.” He said and Jango snorted when Obi-Wan looked over to soak in the sight of him. Despite seeing his face repeated a million times in the war, none looked quite as handsome as Jango’s own scarred appearance to him.

“That’s fair enough. I keep worrying about Boba.” Jango admitted looking out over where the 212th and 501st were all playing volleyball or splashing in the water or laying in chairs like Jango and Obi-Wan just soaking in the sun. Obi-Wan sighed. Boba was another issue they would have to figure out a solution to. Well, not Boba himself, but how to integrate him into the rest of the family.

“Where is he now?” Obi-Wan asked when he didn’t see the boy in question.

“Inside the hotel room moping. I left him some books to read that I thought he might like so hopefully he’s curled up with one of those at least. I wish I knew how to make it better. I suppose just time with the mind healers for all of us. Watching who he thought was me get their head cut off is not the sort of trauma that goes away in a few months.” Jango murmured rubbing his face and Obi-Wan reached out to squeeze his hand.

“I have to admit it was a big shock to all of us when Dooku revealed you were alive and that the person Mace killed had been one of the clones he had kept personally for purposes such as that. I’m just glad that you survived and that Boba had been able to be located and reunited with you.” He said seriously. Jango nodded.

“If Aurra weren’t already dead I’d kill her again for poisoning him to think I’d want him risking his life that way. I just want him happy and healthy.” He said, squeezing Obi-Wan’s hand back. The relationship that had somehow started between them, since Jango was recovered from where he had been imprisoned and had started helping fight for the clones and clean up the mess that he helped make, was the biggest surprise of all. Obi-Wan had always assumed that Jango was a cold heartless person to have made all the clones and treated them so indifferently, however he had realized that the opposite was in fact true. Jango cared greatly for the clones but he had been just as much a prisoner in Palpatine and Dooku’s schemes as they had and he had distanced himself to protect them from being targeted due to Dooku thinking he might use them against him. Finding out Jango had also been implanted with a rudimentary version of the chip also explained a few things and allowed him to be pardoned for the attempted hit on Padme. Of course, a lot of it was still on Jango’s shoulders and he was doing all he could to rectify his actions. Somehow in all the working together to help the clones, Obi-Wan and Jango had become close enough to the point that even Boba and Anakin had been calling them a couple behind their backs. Now they really were.

“Vacations don’t work well when we just lay around and let ourselves worry about things. How about we go join in on the death ball game the boys are playing instead?” He offered and Jango chuckled, kissing his cheek.

“That sounds like a great idea. Just don’t complain when my team crushes you.” He said getting up and waving over at Cody.

“Wait a minute! Cody is my commander! He’s going to be on my team!” Obi-Wan quickly hopped up to follow and get integrated into the teams. Obi-Wan ended up on Rex’s team while Jango had cockily gained Cody’s choice, Cody giving Obi-Wan a fake-apologetic smirk.

“You can’t even hold onto your lightsaber and you expect me to think you can keep a ball?” He teased with a lot of clones’ ‘ooo’s surrounding them.

“Oh it’s on now, my dear, you’ve made a grave mistake.” Obi-Wan had said, moving to huddle with his team. In the end, due to a non-Force use rule, the teams were evenly matched and the game never really got far in either team’s favor. They were all just having fun wrestling a ball from each other and trying to get it to the opposite team’s goal. Eventually, they all decided to split the difference and go change in Anakin’s room so he had to deal with all the sand instead of the losing team’s when they broke for lunch.

Jango managed to convince Boba to come out and join them for the meal and Obi-Wan smiled as the boy enthusiastically told his father about something he had been reading about snails. Seeing the difference in the way he acted when he had thought he lost his father compared to now was a shock. With Jango’s love and support, it was like looking at two different people. Although, the older bitter Boba was still in there and came out around the clones as shown when Cody sat beside Obi-Wan and started to chat causing Boba to quiet and withdraw.

“Can I go to the tide pools and look for the snails once we’re finished here, buir?” Boba asked and Jango nodded.

“Of course. Just be careful.” He agreed and Obi-Wan perked up at the perfect opportunity to try to bond a little with the boy.

“If you don’t mind, I’d love to come with you Boba. There are lots of little creatures there I’d like to see. Plus those bioluminescent snails sound really fascinating.” He said making sure to show he was listening to what Boba was saying by repeating some back.

“I guess it wouldn’t be bad to have you along. You can probably use your Force thingy to find them more easily.” Boba agreed after a moment of thought and Obi didn’t bother correcting him that the Force didn’t work that way. They quickly finished up the last of their meal and Boba led Obi-Wan towards the rocky area where the tide pools resided. Jango had declined in joining them with a knowing look at his Jedi and made an excuse of needing to call and check in on some work.

“Do you like ocean animals a lot, Boba?” He asked, trying to start a conversation to which the boy shrugged.

“I like all animals. There are so many planets with so many different ways for them to evolve and so many little differences even in species that are mostly the same. It’s cool to see what new things I can find out on each planet my buir and I visit. He used to make it a game we’d play together.” He admitted kicking a rock to splash into one of the little pools of water.

“Jango loves you a lot. You know that him helping the other clones doesn’t change his feelings about you, right?” Obi-Wan asked him and Boba grunted.

“I didn’t invite you to have you try to pick around in my brain. Now get to using your Jetii magics to find me some glowing snails or go back to making dopey looks at my dad and let me do my thing.” He grumbled and Obi-Wan rolled his eyes but did his best to feel around them to try to see if he could connect to any of the animals and figure out where the snails could be if they were even there at all.

While sensing the creature’s minds he felt them all diving deeper from what he figured was fear of the two humans encroaching on their homes however suddenly there was a faint rumbling and he gasped when Boba went barreling right into his stomach knocking him back into one of the ponds just in time to keep him from falling into a hole that opened up under where his feet had been.

Boba groaned as they both picked themselves up, equally soaked. “Dang it. Buir specifically told me not to fall in, now he’s going to laugh at me,” he whined.

“Thank you. I’m not even sure what just happened.” Obi-Wan confessed glad he had been in beachwear already, unlike Boba who was trying to wring out his t-shirt without removing it now.

“The rocks here aren’t round and solid like on most beaches. They’re flat and shift around with the tides as well like plates. It was in the book. The change in temperature at different points in the day causes the water currents to shift and then they move. I saw the fish diving and the rock around it start to move. I might not fully like you but my dad does, so letting you get trapped in a hole and drown seemed like the wrong move.” Boba said, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his shorts awkwardly.

“Well, I appreciate it nonetheless. It seems your extra reading saved my life.” He said with a chuckle, stroking his beard out of habit. “It would have been a shame to live through a whole war only to die to a little water and rock.” He said and Boba snorted but relaxed.

“The great Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi done-in by a change in tide while on vacation does sound like a great holonet headline.” He teased and they both continued their search for sea snails a little more carefully, eventually catching a few in a bucket to bring back and show Jango and the clones. Things weren’t perfect, but as Obi-Wan curled close to Jango’s warm chest that night, he found he was okay with that.

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firewoodwander · 3 years

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Could I request Codex and pillow talk? (so, sfw fic, but with optional nsfw off screen implications) preferably of the silly bantering/teasing/flirting variety. Just something sweet and fun 🥰

Absolutely :3c

Rex heaves himself up from lying on his back to lie on his side instead, pressing up along Cody’s side and throwing a leg over his.

“You know,” he says, just a little winded and a lot drowsy, “life would probably be so much easier if we didn’t have to plan absolutely everything around the probability of our next disaster.”

Cody’s hand drifts up and down Rex’s spine, soft and warm and comforting.

“Are you talking about Torrent’s next bright idea, or are you talking about the next CIS ambush?”

“Yes,” Rex says. He nuzzles his nose into the base of Cody’s neck and ends up half on top of him. “Depending on the day, sometimes the Torrents are worse.”

Cody’s hum rumbles through the both of them, settles like something hot and liquid in the depths of Rex’s stomach, and makes him feel rather like an overlarge tooka.

“And whose fault do you think that is, hm? Who could possibly have created this mayhem of a company—in his own squad, no less.”

Rex digs his toes into Cody’s shin. “I resent that. Your Ghosts taught them half of these bad habits.”

“My Ghosts? I think you’re going a bit barmy there old boy.”

“Don’t you ‘old boy’ me, mir’sheb. I’ll start calling you Commander every time you so much as smile at me, let alone touch my—ASS!”

Rex squeaks when Cody grabs him, lifting him up onto his front. Rex nearly rolls them both off the bunk entirely.

“Such a dramatic bastard. If I didn’t smile at you you’d sulk until I started getting complaints from your Lieutenants.”

“Yeah? You were the one who decided to make me your problem.”

“And you love me for it.”

Rex smiles and lowers his head to drop a soft kiss on Cody’s chest. “I do.”

#codex #anon #writing tag #:)#captain rex #commander cody #star wars #the clone wars #cloneshipping

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growup-thatbeautiful · 3 years

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sad but not alone

Ahsoka and Rex post-order 66 fic

Word Count: 1,382

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, death, angst

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This is for @radbatch !! Happiest of birthdays! (Ik i’m late, but i wanted to do a little more) Share the Ahsoka love a little :))

Ahsoka doesn’t ask for help when she needs it. That’s something Rex has known for a very long time. It’s something all of the Jedi share, he’s learned. Cody has come to him countless times, complaining about General Kenobi’s recklessness and sleeplessness. Now is one of those times that Ahsoka isn’t asking for help.

It’s not like Rex is in some mentally stable place either, though. He’s probably one of the least qualified people to give advice in the face of an intergalactic crisis. Force, he just lost all of his brothers in a matter of hours. For the first time, he’s truly alone. No, he reminds himself, Ahsoka’s still here. Ahsoka, who’s so young and has had so much pain bestowed upon her, who treated every single man under her like a person, not a clone, who used to laugh with General Skywalker to distract the rest of them from death.

If he’s lost all his brothers today, she’s lost everyone slowly over time, taking the blows she’s been dealt standing tall. He doesn’t know what’s running through her head right now, but whatever it is he wants to be there with her for it. She’s the only person he’s really seen grow up, and he would be lying if he said he isn’t impressed with the fighter she’s become. But the Jedi aren’t supposed to be fighters, they’re supposed to protect peace. Peace, an idea he’s not even sure he could recognize.

If there’s one thing the 501st taught him, it’s that having someone to be sad with is better than having no one to be sad with.

Fives had been big on that. When they lost Echo, they had spent countless hours together, sitting in the silence of hyperspace. Rex would open his mouth to say something, maybe try and help Fives get through the loss, but he genuinely had nothing to say then. He still doesn’t have anything to say, but he still talks to Fives all the time. Ahsoka says that it’s healthy and that he could be out there listening. Rex doesn’t know if he believes her, but it’s a nice thought.

They walked away from the grave together, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow that they didn’t try at all to cover up. No one was supposed to survive that crash. That alone had given them the time they needed to build the grave in the first place.

It had been Ahsoka’s idea. The duty of burying the dead usually fell to clones below Rex, but he tried to be there most of the time to say goodbye. It’s always a sad occasion, of course it is. Saying goodbye to someone you’ve fought beside is never easy. Today was different. They didn’t lose in a hard-fought battle. Those men didn’t die protecting the Republic, they died with weapons pointed at their beloved Commander.

Ahsoka didn’t take the job lightly. Each body she found in various levels of destruction she treated tenderly, rearranging cold, dead limbs into peaceful, sleeping positions. Wiping the blood away, really just smearing it around. It breaks Rex’s heart how familiar she is with these motions. He’s no stranger to them either, and he would never make Ahsoka do it alone. For each of the brothers that he finds, the names fall off his lips like the meditative prayers of Kenobi. There’s so many of them. If it was ever eerie to see something so close to his own face staring back up at him, dead, that’s worn off. Years of this have made sure of it.

“Rex.” It’s one of the first things Ahsoka’s said since the crash. He follows her haunted voice, stopping when he sees why she called out.

Jesse. His helmet is cracked, a canyon through the Republic’s crest and Ahsoka’s paint, splitting it down the middle. His body is wrapped around himself, curled up like a child, like he was hiding from the screams and chaos. The armour on his chest is stained red, and his neck is bent at a broken angle. It brings Rex to his knees, hitting the floor hard. He doesn’t notice the impact, too preoccupied with the blinding and overwhelming pain from inside and the feel of tears streaming down his cheeks.

Ahsoka is on her knees beside him, a comforting hand on his back where he’s doubled over, making these terrible hitching noises in the back of his throat. He knows that whatever he’s feeling Ahsoka can feel too, and he doesn’t want to be the one to hurt her even more, but he can’t help it. The waves of tears keep coming until there aren’t any more, and he’s left with scratchy eyes and red cheeks. Through it all, Ahsoka stayed by his side. He looks up at her to see his tears mirrored on her face, quiet and impassive. One of her hands is facing palm up, resting on her knees, and she’s whispering soothing words for Jesse. Or Rex. Or both.

They help each other to their feet, ignoring the battle pains. The helmets are set up on pikes, the most they can do. Ahsoka leaves her lightsabers in the snow with the dead. Rex doesn’t have the energy to think about that significance.

They build a camp in a cave a little ways away, figuring that it’s better to be safe and wait it out a few days in case anyone comes looking. Rex doesn’t actually think that anyone will, and he’s pretty sure Ahsoka doesn’t either. But this isn’t a battle that they can recover from easily. No, they have to take a second to regroup.

Ahsoka starts a fire and Rex grabs some ration bars that he grabbed from the wreck. They sit side by side, shoulders pressed together tightly, reassuring each other that someone is there.

To his surprise, she opens up before he can ask her. It saves him the trouble of figuring out what to say. “I can’t feel anything. I’ve always had the force beside me, inside me, and now it’s out of balance. It’s like there’s this gaping darkness that was never there before, and I don’t know why. I don’t know if-“ her voice breaks here, and she covers her mouth, hiding a sob.

Predictably, she pushes through. “I don’t know if I made this happen. What if it’s my fault? It’s never felt this…wrong, and, stars, I can’t feel Anakin. It’s not the same as when I left the Order. Then it was distant, but he was still there with me. Now that part of me feels broken and painful. I think he’s gone.” A quiet confession by the fire, her face lit in shadows. It doesn’t surprise Rex as much as it should, but he knows the Padawan-Master bond is strong. If she says it, it’s true.

“I’m scared. Rex, I don’t want to be alone.” He knows this takes a lot for her to admit this. She’s usually the epitome of strength, never letting her guard down in front of the people counting on her. It’s a habit that she most likely picked up from Obi-Wan. Force knows it’s not Skywalker’s style. He can’t just leave that hanging, though.

“Hey, kid, it’s alright. You’ve been lost before, yeah? You’re gonna find your way again. Everything’s going to work out.” The last sentence falls flat. He’s not even fooling himself. “And maybe things won’t be okay, but we’re still us, right? I’ve still got my Commander with me, and you’ve still got your Captain. You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

“Look, I can’t pretend to understand the force, but I know that, so far, it hasn’t led you wrong. Things are changing in the galaxy, and we can’t control that, so we might as well be along for the ride. I know you, Commander, and you’re not going to let this change you. Sure, you’re gonna grow with it, but you’ll always have what he taught you. What they all taught you. What I taught you.”

“So, trust in the force.” It’s something he’s heard General Kenobi say a million times to his Padawan and Grandpadawan. “Let it guide you. I’ll be right there with you.”

“Thank you, Rex.”

“Of course, Commander.”

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