#same spot in the vods as well

[catboydogma]

highly sought after

wc: 651

notes: this is not crack but perhaps more like crack's bastard nephew-cousin or something. i got tired of not writing and decided to enjoy myself and knock out a 15-min sprint instead :) hopefully more to follow since i would LIKE to do this every night however. enjoy? enjoy.

summary:

Cody and Fox have some nice relaxing bonding together. OR: what if you had a line of plushes marketed after you and all the people around you were shiteating smartasses

cross-posted to ao3

“These items are highly sought after,” Cody said dryly, keeping his eyes forward and his hands behind his back.

A furious-sounding pause followed.

“You’re fucking with me,” Fox said through gritted teeth. He looked like he was about to punch his fist through the flimsy glass wall in front of him, brows furrowed in a deep scowl and teeth bared. Cody amused himself for a few seconds by imagining Fox with a ruff of raised spines like a massiff’s doing a threat display.

“Commander,” Cody said, injecting his voice with as much solemnity as he could muster on short notice and while fighting off the shit-eating grin that was threatening, “I have never told a falsehood in my life.”

“You motherfucker,” Fox hissed. He looked like he was about to pop a vein. His eyes were glazed with fury and his grip was tight enough to whiten his knuckles.

“Their value may very well be unsurpassable.” Cody clasped Fox on the shoulder firmly, eyes still fixed straight ahead.

In front of him, Fox lost his tenuous grip on CC-3636 Commander Wolffe™ Grand Army of the Republic ActionPlush®! The top-heavy stuffed toy, with its gray-painted stuffed felt helmet the same size as the rest of the body, tumbled back to the bottom of its prison.

Fox howled in inarticulate rage.

Cody squeezed his shoulder a little more firmly in encouragement. “You’ll get him nex—”

“You jinxed me!” Fox batted at Cody’s hand on his shoulder and jabbed his thumb at the green “go” button again and again, furiously goading it into whirring back to life. The tickets Cody had indulgently fed into it five minutes ago were good for one more round.

“Better make it count,” Cody said pleasantly, unmoved by Fox’s elbow bruising the tender spot just below his floating ribs. “Better get it in one shot.”

“Not. One. Word.” Fox’s growl nearly vibrated the ground under their feet and his face was starting to approach the “alarming” side of the spectrum of blotchy maroon. He slowly inhaled, like a sniper about to line up a shot, and leaned forward until his nose was pressed against the glass.

The mechanism jerked to life. The rubber-tipped claws opened and closed, testing, as Fox toggled the squeaky joystick with infinitesimal adjustments. It lowered. Fox let out all his breath in one long, slow exhale, letting the claws close around the bulbous head of their vod. The felt dimpled slightly. It lifted.

It held.

Fox didn’t waver for a second, smoothly guiding the claw back to the corner where the chute lay waiting. Cody found himself nearly leaning forward to match. Fox wasn’t breathing any longer: his hands were still enough to make a CMO jealous, and his face was completely smooth, like an ARC about to take an impossible shot.

The claws jerked open. Cody preemptively winced—but against all odds, the misshapen plush toy managed to fall at just the right angle into the nearly too-small chute—none of the legs caught, as they had the first time, and the head was angled just so it didn’t bounce off the side and back into its glass cage, as it had the fifth time, and the felt scrap blaster held outstretched in one spherical “hand” didn’t even make the toy jam halfway down the chute, as it had the eighth time.

A soft thup heralded their vod’s arrival. Fox let loose a primal howl of exultant triumph, voice nearly cracking with its pitch and volume. Cody discretely winced, then held open the flap of the machine so Fox could reach in and grab his bounty.

“What now?” Cody asked when Fox had the plush Wolffe in his hand, pretending to throttle its nearly non-existent neck for imagined crimes.

“Now I wait until the 104th is docked at Coruscant again,” Fox said with a smile that displayed every one of his pearly whites.

#a heat rash in the shape of the show me state #commander fox #commander cody #fluff #humor #tcw #tcw fanfiction #tcw fanfic #fanfiction #sw fanfic #clone troopers #like ... don't tell me a plush of ur commander or perhaps lieutenant wouldn't be a hot fucking commodity in ur battalion. #don't tell me those things aren't going for insane contraband bartering system in the absolute depths of the 104th. #there's a cody plush. and? it's slightly smaller than wolffe's.

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Sorry, Wrong Comms! : Hunter x Medic!Reader [Chapter 2]

Warnings and Information: Intended audience 13+ (18 if you squint) Oops, you fell asleep on the couch together and got spotted by the sister! Omega wonders what that means… Brotherly antics: don’t tease me or else, Crosshair! and Omega don’t repeat that word (even though we all swear)! Medic!Reader is invited to have breakfast with the Batch. Mild awkwardness if you really squint. Dialogue heavy. This whole series is absolutely RIFE with my personal headcanons. Sweet sibling interactions. Brief talks/mentions of war and vague recaps of past injuries the Batch has acquired and Medic!Reader has treated. Hunter, it's not polite to stare (and someone's bound to notice); one line is a little suggestive.

Word-count: 6,062

Omega shuffled into the common room, bleary-eyed and yawning in the youthful hours of sunlight. Aiming to get some breakfast, she was about to turn off into the kitchen before spotting the back of Hunter's head, briefly believing he was already awake, simply sitting in silence on the couch. "Mornin', Hunter." When he didn't answer, she didn't immediately think anything of it. He very well could have been in his own little world in this window of time while the travel-hub was relatively dormant and his siblings were asleep when his senses were not overwhelmed (and edging a “meltdown” on the rare occasion). But hearing a deep, level breathing pattern, she realized her brother was asleep. 

"Oh, sorry!" Omega apologized reflexively, ready to slip away or maybe grab a blanket for him before noticing something else. He wasn't alone. Their medic friend [____] was sleeping on the couch with him. She was sleeping on him actually, curled up on her side, head on his thigh, and one of his arms was carefully draped over her the same way he would shelter Omega when they were out on a mission to secure credits. 

When had [____] come over; was she still awake and no one told her their friend was coming by last night after all? Omega loved the doctor who looked the same age as her brothers, the woman who had saved her brothers. First Crosshair's parasite extraction despite the dangerously short temper and lashing out ("It's a biochemical response from the parasite. It provokes a lot of aggression. This is not your… vod's…? fault. Here, hand me that dropper for the subconjunctival bleeding in his left eye."). Then Tech's shrapnel in a very perilous area - too close to his heart - after an explosive caused a high-speed wreckage ("You're a smart girl like your brother: what subject keeps him calm? What'll keep him talking to distract himself at least?") on a mission to help some farmers stop dangerous intergalactic poachers. The time Omega had to all but use Echo's scomp link as a handle to steer him in the direction of [____]'s clinic, fighting her tears as she got them there just past the usual hours of business, to fight the dangerous beginnings of hypothermic shock when the Marauder had scarcely landed ("I'm sorry but I'm clo- Omega? Sweetheart what's the matte- ECHO!!") and her brother was paler than ever, wearing at least six blankets like a cape around his shoulders.

And once her, when Omega had eaten something she hadn't admittedly properly checked and believed was fairly innocuous. The way she'd been so sick. The way Hunter broke into the clinic in the middle of the night while someone fetched the doctor from her home, almost feral in his fretting that his little sister was burning with fever and keeping nothing down. The way she hadn't even changed out of her bed clothes to come and uphold a medic's oath to save, to heal, to nurture. The way she cradled Omega's sickly, hot and sweat-coated body to her own chest and rocked with her back and forth as she and Tech counted down the minutes past the administration of a little child's medical melt-away (multiplied out to an age-appropriate dosage) under Omega's tongue. 

Wrecker was probably seen by [____] the most because he'd get so many scrapes, surface burns and blows to the head as the squad's strongman and demolitions expert. Hunter… never. He'd never been seen by the woman of wellness and health; he almost went out of his way and to great lengths not to trouble her at times without coming along as a reluctant secondary patient to one of CF99's scans. He was probably the most distant with her, and now she's got her head in his lap on the couch of the common room.

It was like the romantic holofilm she'd watched with Echo and Wrecker very recently when all three had enough downtime to bond over something together (while Tech, Hunter and Crosshair were taking on an easy three-person job for credits). Where two people secretly liked each other and then had a big realization together that I like you too that had made Wrecker chortle because he thought it was corny. Echo had looked equal parts wistful and teary-eyed because he thought it was touching that this "will-they-won't-they" storyline had a happy ending after all. She really liked the holofilm because it had allowed her brothers to take their mind off of the war, even for a little while; allowed her to spend time with them and then in good fun speculate what each brother in love might do. When the other three had returned and asked just what the animated discussion was about that had everyone laughing and giggling so much, Tech merely shrugged and admitted he didn't really consider the topic much, Crosshair and Wrecker started playfully insulting one another (as usual), and Hunter had been quiet.

He was likely and simply just overstimulated and eager to decompress soon that night, so that likely explained his behavior as he refrained from joining the friendly banter and speculations but curtly mentioned he was glad Omega and the two brothers enjoyed the romance film before striding from the room with an awkward nod and stiff smile when Omega tried asking what about you just as Wrecker and Crosshair started the "Oh yeah, well I-!" rounds. 

Thinking about it again, now, wasn't that the same thing the male lead in the holofilm had done when his friends asked if he ever thought of someone special?

Omega had lingered long enough that Hunter had now subconsciously sensed a second party in his proximity, waking with a mild start. "Hm! Omega-? What have I told you about lingering like that?" The jolt had woken [____] as well, slowly sitting up with a sense of befuddlement in her voice seeing Omega just stationed in the mouth of the short hallway. "Hey there; what's wrong, kiddo? You not feeling well?" 

Omega felt tense with her confusion and budding anxieties and questions. She was feeling fine, but she felt… maybe a little upset that no one told her that [____] was here, and unsure why she had changed previous plans. Hunter could sense that Omega was fighting with being mad and being confused, seeing the flashing micro-expressions for what they were rather than looking like simply being fidgety. 

"I, uh, hailed [____]'s comms by mistake last night shortly after she got back home and woke her when she'd barely gotten to sleep. You were already sleeping when I invited her to come here so I could help her with her injuries as a way of apologizing. I didn't want to wake you in case it was just a quick thing." 

"It was not." A half-awake sniper lazily purred from over Omega's shoulder. "It took an hour."

Hunter bristled at the lilt of his brother's voice and Omega was hardly startled because she could hear Crosshair up and about, but he'd frightened their friend who had no warning. "Kriff, Cross… don't scare me like that. Do you not have footsteps?!" [____] hissed, looking startled. Crosshair chuckled dryly, mouth in the ghost of a smile as he moved past his sister into the kitchenette. "I think you need to get your ears checked, doctor." One smoky voice called after the other mostly in bastardized-Mando'a, the only word anyone unfamiliar with the language could be sure of was the Huttese "kark". Maybe, just maybe, don't do it in front of your little sister next time. 

"What's kark, Hunter?" 

"Don't say that!" Hunter demanded urgently, fruitlessly forbidding the young girl a little more of a colorful vocabulary out of a sense of instinctual responsibility. They all had an unfortunate habit of swearing, not like he was any better. There were simply times he felt it needed to be toned down or certain words and phrases be used more sparingly. A Sith’s left tit, he’d forgotten Omega was standing right there when Crosshair had suggested that it sounded like Hunter and the female medic had themselves a very nice night and the words simply just slipped when he told Cross to stow it or the oil in the weapons kit he was partial to would be replaced with spoiled cooking grease. Like the old times in the GAR.

Omega blinked, shoulders and eyebrows floating higher. "Why not? Is it worse than what some of the Regs used to say on Kamino?" 

"No-no…" Cross started, golden-amber eyes sparking with mischief over one of his two hot cups of caf in his hands from the kitchenette, pretending not to notice that hardening glare and grinding jaw Hunter directed at him, "It's perfectly fine. Hunter's just being soft and paternal." A few more words were added with a dark chuckle, once again, not in Basic. 

He wants to put on a good show for his little crush.

Hunter went red at the additional words from his brother, who was looking mighty, mighty pleased with himself for provoking such a reaction compared to the usual façade [____] knew him for. His eyes flared. Brows pinched.

"No! Stop! Don't listen to Crosshair!" Hunter warned him and Omega, flipping from looking stern and annoyed with each respective sibling. Cross heaved a mirthless laugh, then stepped towards [____] still seated on the couch with the other cup of caf outstretched. "Here. You'll be wanting this, doc." 

She thanked him in a confused stammer, taking the caf, which she noticed looked made in her preferred fashion. How did he know? The continuation of this mischievous expression was not entirely comforting, but [____] gave it a cautious sip after blowing on it to cool it down a touch before putting such sensitive surfaces that would hurt to burn to the lip of the ceramic mug. It definitely was made the way she liked. "It's a little hotter than I usually have it, but it's good. Thanks, Cross." 

"You can't start breakfast without a little caf on a good day." It was a very pointed statement, he meant her, her habits. How the kriff did he know? How kriffing much did he know? Has he been in my living space?! (Well yes, she’d later remember he'd been the one who went with Tech to fetch her when Omega was very ill. Lanky little bastard with his spindly limbs had gotten impatient (or desperate) and broke her window mechanism to shimmy inside when Tech was fooling around with the door code.) "It's not going to bite you, [____]." He was urging her to have another sip in the weirdest manner. 

"Did you do something to my caf?" came the confused, impulsive accusation, something that made the marksman look at her with a hurt, but confused expression. 

Cross was quick to shoot back his own question for the medic, standing a little straighter and a little stiffer than before. "I made it…?" 

"Crosshair, this is the first time you've made some caf for her," Omega reminded him, speaking up after a long silence, "she doesn't know this is something you do for the people you care about. Of course she's confused, after just waking up recently…" The Loth-cat was out of the bag. Several Loth-cats, maybe. 

[____] stammered wordlessly for a moment, processing the information she'd been given. Finding her voice, she meekly thanked him once again for the caf before Crosshair had decided to either duck from the room or deny everything Omega said in a moment of panicked impulse. Two bad habits of his. "Oh… I see. Well, thank you, Crosshair. It was awfully kind of you to make some for me before, uh...” the word breakfast hung on the edge of her tongue. Breakfast. Right… What day was it first and foremost? She hadn't planned on falling asleep at their housing when she came over last night at Hunter's invitation, thinking she'd be patched up and on her way back home. Sleeping somewhere other than the familiar comforts of her own bed had proven disorienting and she was struggling to feel mentally sharp. "Wh-what time is it?" Hunter mumbled some answer as he twitched his head in the direction of the hallway, distracted.

Crosshair seemed to know, too. "Echo's awake." 

"How can you tell?" Hunter didn't answer, just skirted around the furniture and down the hall before tugging open the appropriate door, bare feet plodding across the tile quickly but quietly. "I-Is everything- What's going on?" 

"This happens sometimes, doc. Hunter has it under control." 

She couldn't help it, feeling like she wanted to make sure everything was okay. Her job. "What is "it", Cross? Should- Does he need help-"

"Doc: you're not on the job. Sit down, take a deep breath." Crosshair reminded her, using a brief, stern look to silence the reply she had when her jaw dropped open. She sat back down on the couch as told, and Omega took advantage of the opportunity to steal a hug and a spot on the sofa for herself. "Sometimes Echo's cybernetics make getting ready for the day… a little difficult," Omega offered a quiet explanation, frowning sympathetically, "I think Tech called it Phantom Limb Syndrome. Experiencing some sensation or degree of pain in… u-um…" Omega stopped, remembering that [____] was the type of healthcare worker who got nicknamed, for better or for worse, a term for someone who had learned a lot of health skills but mastered none during the war and she didn't need to explain what she'd learned from her brother. She couldn't even remember what the term was. 

"It's okay. 'A limb no longer there by purposeful or accidental amputation'." [____] finished softly for her, showing Omega a nonverbal sign along with her words that it was okay, she could have explained it if she wanted to before taking a small swallow of caf. For a moment, there was a distant look in her eyes, clouded by sleep recently broken and the many memories she shouldered with her profession. 

Just before Hunter helped Echo from his bedroom, one of his legs stiffer than the other and forcing him to hobble, Wrecker had emerged from his and Tech's room, from sleepy to bright-eyed in seconds in delighted confusion. "[____]'s here? U-uh, mornin'! Guess Hunter must've invited you to breakfast since you were off-planet around dinner!" 

"Oh, I was getting around to it… Just trying to help Echo with a stubborn bolt in his left knee plate first and we couldn't find the tool in his room…" Hunter sighed, carefully timing his steps with Echo's as he supported his brother to a chair in the tight dining room that branched off from the common area of the house. "Think that tool's at the table. You want to stick around for breakfast, friend? Might be a while before it's all finished, but you're always welcome to join." It was the same invitation Hunter gave to join them for any meal, no matter how many times she'd joined them before. 

"Pleeease?" Omega added sweetly, stitching her arms tighter around [____]. 

"Haha, okay, okay! I'd be happy to join. Anything I can do to help?" Hunter was about to protest, some remark about being a guest and taking it easy on her dominant arm while it was healing before Crosshair's eyes darted over to the kitchen in a follow me fashion. "It's a real blue milk run of a meal, but we can do it from scratch if you're up for it, doc." 

"Sure!"

She followed after him into the kitchenette, carrying the gunmetal gray mug carefully. With a sharp swip! at least two knives were plucked from the cutting block by the master marksman as he regarded her with a little quirk of a neatly kept brow. "I'm only asking because I'll never hear the end of it from Tech if I don't," Crosshair started, now carelessly selecting a too-small cutting board at first before realizing his error, "but you know your knife safety, right?" He began looking through the stack of visually identical but differently sized boards stacked on the other counter to find the appropriate one. Next, Cross plunged his hands into the depths of a thick paper bag and felt around for something for just a heart's beat before he got what he was looking for. The criminally overpriced fruits (his own words) that he was very particular to, admittedly, that his siblings had taken a liking to as well. They went well with breakfast, and they were having a friend over; make it special, make it a proper occasion. Kriff, it could even be considered part of the apology for Hunter waking the good doctor up if he wanted to spin it that way for all Cross cared. 

"Yeah, I'm familiar with a scalpel, if you'll recall." 

Cross just chuckled softly, then nearly swore with a startled snarl as he bumped into Omega stepping back towards the first counter to give [____] the fruit with instructions it first needed to be skinned of the thick, fleshy outer layer and then diced. "You really are a JOAT-med; thank goodness for that. SHI- Omega, if you're going to be in the kitchen, don't stand right behind someone!" 

Wrecker laughed and said something about a close one through a yawn from outside the kitchen. Omega's chin dipped into her collarbone with shame, glancing at him under her bangs as they fell into her face. "Sorry… I just wanted to see what you were making." Sighing, Crosshair set the second knife down on the cutting board and took a knee to better meet with Omega's eye level, a deliberate act of refusing to tower over her. "I'm sorry too, for snapping. You just need to be careful here, Omega. Look at me," There was a slender finger curled under her chin before he lazily flicked his thumb along her jaw to steady her head and encourage her to make eye contact once more before he took it as permission to speak again. "I'm not mad. You simply startled me. Let's just be extra cautious when everyone's still waking up. C'mere." He got on his feet again and scooped Omega up by the armpits to perch her on an empty counter on the other side from where Crosshair and [____] would be working on breakfast. "You can watch from there for right now. Okay?" 

"Okay." 

Crosshair had been the last of the brothers to connect with Omega due to many reasons beyond what they called "inhibitor chips", and she'd tried, Maker, how she'd tried, to treat him no differently than the others when his chip was slowly rearing an ugly head. Promising him she knew he was behaving like that because of these chips. Promising him she knew he couldn't help it. Promising again and again you're my brother too. With the removal, it hadn't immediately "fixed" Crosshair; it just made him less "dangerous". All of the men are less "dangerous" with these "chips" removed. It had taken time and patience, and a little of [____]'s help, for them to come together the same way she'd enmeshed herself in the hearts of her other vode.

"Crosshair?"

He paused before he nursed his caf once more after setting a mixing bowl down. "Yes?"

"What's a JOAT-med?" 

"Jack Of All Trades Medic. Means the medic knows, or really seems to, a little bit of everything." Echo called into the kitchen on his way past, now walking a few test laps around the place to make sure things were properly adjusted. Looked like he and Hunter had gotten the problem bolt mostly figured out without needing to drag Tech into it. Wherever Tech was. He hadn't yet emerged from his and Wrecker's bedroom but it sounded like he was stirring, at least.

Omega seemed satisfied with the answer, grinning brightly and bouncing her head once, sharply. "Oh. Yeah: that's definitely [____]."  

"Ah, is that what that means," came the semi-skeptical musing with deliberate and steady downstrokes of the knife through the sweet local fruit they were using for the first meal of the day, the controlled rhythm holding Omega's attention, rapt. "Been wondering about that. That amount of fruit look good for seven, Cross?" Crosshair glanced over his shoulder lazily as he was rummaging in an overhead cabinet for pastry flour and a few different seasonings. After a moment of thought, his hand darted back up into the back of the cabinetry to nab some kind of spice for those who wanted something with a bit of a bite. "That'll be enough." 

"You can always ask about the jargon." Echo put out the offer on another pass by the kitchen. This lap was smoother, and the hobble was now gone. "Aw yeah, that's done it, thanks for the help, sarge. We'd be happy to answer." 

"Seven? Seven what?" Tech stumbled into the common room now joining the rest of the waking world, dark circles under his eyes that made Echo pause just before sitting down to make one final adjustment with Hunter's help. "Sith's left tit, you okay, brother? Were you up late on your datapad again?" 

Tech either ignored or hadn't heard the last, pointed question. (Echo was not a big fan of how much of the day Tech spent with his nose in his datapad with or without blue light filtration settings in the goggles.) "No, I… seem to have fallen asleep at my desk rather unexpectedly last night while trying to fix a setting in my helmet. I will be fine. Good morning, [____]."

"Mornin', Tech. You having trouble sleeping again, friend?" Phrasing the question like that would disarm Crosshair from reminding her a second time she wasn't on the job, that she was just asking as a friend first. A reminder that, like them, she was more than her job. "Erm, no, as I said, I will be fine. I'm not having trouble sleeping." She laughed softly, disarming one brother didn't always disarm another in the same way she'd realized too late. She needs to be more explicit with Tech. "I'm not asking as a medic," [____] gestured to the shoulder of her top bare of any medical insignia, "I'm asking as a friend, hun." 

Tech's chin dropped just slightly with a silent oh at the clarification. "I see. Well… not to beat a dead bantha, but…" 

The medic just laughed lightly with a warm smile to stop Tech from worrying his bottom lip while searching for an explanation to give her, "You will be fine. I know. Doesn't mean I won't worry about you, all of you, on occasion. Even when I know you're all plenty capable and tougher than you look." She met the eye of each Batcher meaningfully, that warm smile never budging for a second. She had to set everything in her hands down so Omega could safely dismount the counter and wallop her with another heartfelt hug. The last one to meet her eyes was Hunter; each of the men had looked a little parts flustered but no less touched in their own ways that she'd made the efforts to point out in a silent indication of yes, you too, mister/missy, but Hunter looked particularly flustered, even shyly ducking his head after a moment. 

Tech was the first to thank the medic, because for once it was Wrecker who was distracted by Hunter's behavior. "That is very kind of you to be concerned for our well-being even though, as you said, you understand we are plenty capable. Thank you, [____]."  

"What the genius said." 

"Ah, don't mind him. Thanks, [____]." 

"You're a good friend." Omega offered sweetly, her voice muffled by the material of the medic's top. 

Wrecker disagrees with a boisterous laugh, which serves to make his sister laugh. "Nuh-uh! Better than good! A great friend!!" 

Hunter, once again, was last to comment on the sentiment, shifting his weight from left to right foot and the un-inked side of his face looks… flushed as he mutters something. The usual warm, golden caramel skin looks like he's been out under the sun for too long, or he's feeling overheated. But the house feels comfortable, a little cold even, in the early morning. (She knows most of the men run a little hot, save for Echo, and for a fleeting moment of thought, she worries for the ARC trooper's comfort. But if he's cold, she knew from past experience Hunter would have adjusted the settings on the domicile's heating and cooling system.)

"I don't believe [____], or any of us, heard you, Hunter." 

"Sorry... Guess I'm just not used to others outside of this…" Hunter paused, swallowing some thought while glancing at Omega and the way she was glued to the grown woman's side, contemplating what the right words were to explain himself, "... family caring about all of us like this, still. Even if it has been nearly a year. E-excuse me…" 

He was their brother who had served as little else than their leader for so long he was still learning how to let go of or adapt certain habits, mindsets, he'd had with the GAR. [____] didn't, couldn't, fault him for these rare moments where he had to duck from the room and sort out the thoughts inside his head. "No, let him be," she encouraged each brother who was ready to follow after Hunter right away, "give him a few minutes before you go chasing after him. Remember?"

"'Let your vod take some time to have his feelings before you go see him.' I remember." Omega recalled perfectly, finally unlocking her arms from the medic's waist and hopping back up onto the counter where Crosshair had originally put her. How could she not remember that advice?

It was the advice [____] had given her, and the other brothers, after Omega had upset Cross by accident not long after he'd been treated for the parasite and no one had seen him all night when he stormed out in a huff. No one aside from the medic; it'd been her who found their brother in the waiting room of her practice and been asked to talk to her, asked her not to contact his brothers because he needed to talk in confidence. Her talk-therapy was dusty, but it'd helped him, helped everyone, when he was ready to go back to the barren housing by the first whispers of light breaking over the horizon. That awkward but tight hug that said I was worried about you! and the silent where in the stars were you, brother? and a relieved you're home safe! when Hunter scrambled to launch himself off the shallow steps of their stoop and drew his arms so firmly around Crosshair it felt more like he was being restrained and prepped for arrest than the first heartfelt hug since Kaller.

The first hug before many from each of his sleepless squ- family members who were all relieved to see him home safe with the medic watching quietly from the shadows because Crosshair was not scared but not eager to return to everyone on his own.

It was the first time Crosshair called her Omega. Not the kid. Or simply just kid. But Omega. Of course she remembered the advice that had started with "in the future" and ended with the first of many awkward hugs she'd received from her brother with shock-silver hair. 

How in the galaxy could she forget? How in the galaxy could he? 

He took care and caution every time he called her kid, even now. "You want your fruit pastry with or without the spice-dough, kid?" 

"Without, please Crosshair."

"Sure. What about you, doc? Ever tried the spice-dough variety from ready-mades the shops around here carry?"

"Woof, that looks like a lot more seasoning than they put in the prepackaged stuff I've gotten once or twice. How much of a bite does it have? Is it pretty strong?" 

"Eh," Cross chuckled softly, toeing the line on mischief, spooning a small dollop of the dough into the frying oil he'd set on the hotplate, "you're asking someone who likes a good bite to their spice. My tame will be different than your's." 

"I'll get some milk out from the cold unit…" Tech sighed delicately, finished deciding quietly with Echo that the resourceful ARC would go check on Hunter now that some time has passed. "Just in case." 

"Heh-heh. Crosshair likes it spicy enough to rip your tonsils out, if you'll let him!" Wrecker snickers, watching carefully with those in the snug kitchenette as [____] took the fried sample of spice-dough once it was ready and took a careful bite to test. 

"Wo-woah! Think that's a b-bit much for my liking." She spluttered, taking a healthy swig of milk once Tech gave her the glass to quell the fire on her taste buds. "That certainly is a kick, Cross. Not sure I like it quite so strong like you." 

"Hunter and I usually take about half that heat level, if you're interested." Echo offered kindly, returning with the aforementioned brother. Hunter looked resettled, refreshed with a change of clothes over Echo's shoulder with a thin bundle of clothing tucked in a drybag hanging on one arm. 

"Oh, really kind of you, but I think I'll pass this time. Whatcha got there, Hunter?" 

Hunter tossed the bundle of clothing in the medic's direction once she set everything aside, Crosshair saying he could take it from here and he'd get the breakfast pastries made up real soon, thanking her for her help with one of his rare, warm smiles. "Clothes for you. Your clothes, actually. You left these behind from the time you helped us hose down the Marauder in the shipyards about a month ago after the foreman complained about how much of an eyesore all that mud was." 

[____] laughed brightly, fondly recalling that afternoon. She'd gone down to the shipyards to restock the Batch's medkit for them they had in the ship during her lunch break as a favor, and ended up getting sprayed with the large hose when Wrecker became distracted by Tech excitedly calling out a bird native to the planet that was rarely seen in the more suburban environments was perched on the very top fin of the ship. Instead of being angry that her nice, new top in her favorite color had been soaked through, she happily repaid Wrecker with a splash of water from the second hose Crosshair had been using at his offering, which was originally intended to allow her to get payback, but she was giggling with mischief instead. No one was safe from the hoses by the end of the afternoon, everyone's civvies sodden to the stars and back; she'd gone home in a borrowed pair of blacks after joining them all for dinner, sides aching with all the laughter of the day. "I was wondering what happened to those clothes! Thought that my laundry machines ate them. Thanks for holding onto 'em for me." 

"You can borrow my room to change, [____]!" Omega clambered down from the counter a second time and took their friend by the hand, leading her along excitedly. "Tech helped me make a scale model bed for my Trooper doll! And I put up some more of my drawings too!"

"Oh yeah? Why don't you show me your favorite one first for now, just so we're not keeping your brothers waiting on us girls for breakfast?" The five brothers could practically hear the wink in the medic's voice as she followed after Omega, each smiling warmly to themselves or whoever met their eye. 

Little moments like these meant so much to Omega. And to each of them too.

"Okay!!" 

When all had crowded around the small table, some of the brothers had noticed that Hunter was having a hard time keeping his eyes to himself when [____] sat beside Omega in the new change of clothes. It was a very nice shirt on the medic, the marksman had to admit the woman had style, but that gaze Hunter had was lingering a little lower on the neckline once or twice. Hunter was over-chewing his food in his distraction, and it definitely wasn't the same kind of distraction their friend was engaged with as Tech was rattling off some interesting factoids he thought might be of interest to [____]. (Neat, guess an intergalactic band she liked was passing through the system, soon.) He had to rescue Hunter from himself before he was noticed. Crosshair plucked one of the colorful "this is spicy spicy" toothpicks from the breakfast pastry, and it was flicked at Hunter, one end landing in the center of where his heart would be like a spear to get his attention.

It worked, the half-skull face snapped in his direction immediately. "Oh what?" Hunter gave Crosshair a look that clearly expressed he believed it was too early for this sort of nonsense, cut it out. 

It was returned with a why don't you make me smile, but the words out of Cross's mouth were calm, almost bored. "Pass the milk, please. Just in case Wrecker can't tough out his fruit and spice pastry." 

"Oh please," Wrecker laughed from Crosshair's left, playfully slugging his shoulder, "I can totally tough it out. I'll be fine!" He took the milk anyway because he was thirsty, definitely not anything else, vod. Crosshair was not wholly convinced of that, but he'd let it go before he'd get another too early look from their brother. Their friend was no stranger to the roughhousing, the jestful jeering or the tomfoolery around the table, but on occasion lately, Hunter had been giving his brothers looks. Tone it down, quit throwing food, stop, behave. He'd never done it quite as much on Kamino. This was definitely new behavior.

Oh yeah, Cross mused to himself, easily passing off the bubbling chuckle as a response to something Tech said and showed [____] off his datapad, Hunter definitely wants to put on a good show for his little crush.

Wrecker elbowed Crosshair gingerly to get his attention, and once he was sure he had it he began clumsily gesticulating with his left hand. Hand signals? Wrecker hated the hand signals and it was the opinion of the whole squad he was rather terrible at them. But okay, he'd bite back the annoyance and humor the big guy. (Crosshair, not Tech (who had memorized them forwards and literally backwards), had the most luck with accurately interpreting the Wrecker version of the family's established hand signals, in a twist of irony.)

Leader. Ahead. Look.  

Crosshair looked at Hunter, who'd gone back to staring at [____] still so engrossed in this "conversation" Tech was carrying on with the medic, then back to Wrecker with a bounce of his head that said so? to show he understood. Another attempt, the third word taking the longest time to form.

Leader. Look. Grenade. 

Wrecker frowned at the small head wagging and chuckling from the marksman, who had done his best not to sigh. The properly articulated 'Grenade' was signed back to him, to tease him, before Crosshair showed him the correct sign sequence. Slowly, taking care to draw out the movements of each hand signal with a unique kind of fluidity as brother guided brother to understanding. 

Leader. Look. Medic. 

Wrecker nodded gratefully in thanks, happy Crosshair was being patient with him. Next, the boyish giant pointed to his own heart with a double jab before jerking his thumb over to Hunter, and lastly swinging it out to [____] at the other end of the table with a large brow bucking towards the ceiling. 

Does he like her?

In response to the pantomime, Crosshair bounced a single shoulder with a devil-may-care smile. Last time he could remember Cross doing that had been the last we'll see/sure looks like it gesture before Clone Force 99 got themselves banned from 79's for a standard year after pissing off a bunch of Regs from different units and squadrons and battalions that they were one color short of the rainbow. (Echo had talked the blue of the 501st into leaving before the fight that earned CF99 their ban.) Wrecker would take it to mean the second thing.

Sure looks like it.

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[concorp]

hello! I’m new to watching aypierre POV, and want to get into his lore and know more about his character. I’ve already watch a lot of his vods (he’s very funny) but I feel like I might’ve missed a bunch of details since I was relying on the translator xd. I feel like you might know a bit more then me, so can you tell me a summary of q!aypierre’s character? If not then that’s fine too! Thank you!

-anon!

hi! yes. there’s a lot of various little things, but here’s some of the major stuff:

a major plotline of his has to do with ayrobot. for backstory on ayrobot, i highly recommend this video by ash.

but as for what’s happened on the qsmp itself. pierre had strange dreams for awhile, and eventually found out that it’s flashbacks of the federation, and cucurucho specifically, experimenting on him. he finds out from fred that cucurucho has “a special place in their heart for him”

he makes a supercomputer and a program to get information about his past from the federation. this happens just in time for when the federation erases his memories of his dreams in order to keep him from looking deeper. the computer restores his memories, as well as is slowly finding logs of the federation spying on aypierre as far back as 2015.

in addition to this, we as the audience see a memory that it seems pierre is still unaware of: he and ayrobot underwent some sort of mind transfer. it is still unclear exactly what this entailed, other than they exist in the same body now. how separate they are is also very unclear, other than ayrobot briefly taking full control during purgatory.

the other big thing is aypierre’s relationships, namely his love life.

at the start, he pretty much just wanted to get anyone into his bed, all the time. but things changed with maximus. he truly fell in love with maximus, and eventually asked for an exclusive relationship. to which maxo agreed, but in part due to using aypierre to get materials for his nuke.

there’s a bunch of stuff that happens here, but a lot of it is maxo lore that aypierre was unaware of, so i won’t go over it here.

a few months into their relationship, a whole month of which maxo is entirely absent for, maxo breaks up with pierre, feeling guilty for leading him on when he’s convinced he doesn’t have a future.

pierre is devastated, and through spying on maxo finds out about both his code infection and the work in progress nuke. pierre helps him get the last materials he needs regardless.

to which at the end of purgatory, of course maxo used it and died. pierre doesn’t know this and is still looking for him.

as for other relationships. he’s of course good friends with the other (active) french speakers, and while probably not the most responsible, a decent dad to pomme. he also seems to have a soft spot for pepito, being the first one to meet pepito and taking care of pepito on pepito’s first day.

but absolutely the islander he’s currently closest to at the moment is bad. he was the only player to defend bad when he was accused of stealing furniture. the two are absolute enablers of each other and escalating pranks. especially against tubbo.

overall. pierre is known for his create machines, and ability to abuse mechanics. he has a massive factory producing all sorts of stuff under his chateau.

also. there’s the furry club. which he started with maxo. it’s technically cover for a cult worshiping lobo nocto. but also it’s just a furry club. his fursona is a unicorn named mcfurry. he’s currently working on a furry fight club under the main club.

#ask #anonymous #aypierre

[helshollowhalls]

I was correct. And I don't want to be.

Noctyx debuted, and at first I didn't know what to think of most of the members. Fulgur pretty quickly became my favorite, but I also liked Uki and Alban. I never felt the need to really try watching Sonny, but I lurked in Yugo's streams from time to time, checking out his content.

About eight months ago I just checked when the FalseEyeD video was released because I have no perception of time whatsoever, Japan was hit by an Earthquake and it was announced that Yugo would be on hiatus for a week due to inappropriate comments about the situation.

I remember talking to my best friend about the whole situation. She does not watch Vtubers, but I don't have any friends who watch them so anyone who talks to me runs into the risk of me ranting about Vtubers lmao I explained the situation as best as I could to her, venting my inability to understand why Yugo would speak jokingly of a natural disaster, capable of destroying cities, families and lives (And I still don't understand why he did, but that's besides the point). At the time I made the remark that if there was someone to graduate first from the current roster Niji EN had, it'd probably be Yugo. That statement wasn't made in anger or hate towards towards Yugo, nor with any ill intent whatsoever. It was simply an observation on my part based on how I personally perceived the whole situation, his actions and the behavior of the other EN talents at the time.

Yugo came back from his hiatus and I noticed that often times when his community posts popped up in my recommendations on Youtube, he was profusely apologizing for either canceling a stream or taking down the VOD for one of his streams because it 'wasn't good enough'. I felt bad for him. I don't know if he was simply too hard on himself or if management was being stricter with him due to the incident - or if it was a mix of the two. Whenever I watched any of his streams I never once thought they were bad. I enjoyed watching his content whenever I had the opportunity to do so.

Apart from the occasional posts about the streams, some of Yugo's encouraging community posts also made their way onto my feed. Seeing these little messages while doomscrolling my way through YouTube is something I - and I assume many of the Yuguys as well - will always treasure in my heart.

The announcement of Yugo's graduation is not something I ever wanted to wake up to. While I am not surprised, I hate myself for I guess in a way having predicted it. Sometimes I don't want to be right. It hurts.

Noctyx will never be the same. Nijisanji EN will always have an empty spot where Yugo should be from now on.

My condolences to everyone affected, especially the Niji EN livers, Noctyx in particular, his fans and the person behind the avatar. I hope that everyone takes and gets their time to properly grieve this loss. And I hope that the person behind Yugo is doing okay. I hope they can grieve properly and move on from this stronger.

Thank you for everything.

#niji en #nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijien #en vtuber #vtuber #yugo asuma #noctyx #graduation #fulgur ovid #uki violeta #alban knox #sonny brisko

[rosenfey]

— get to know me ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

⊱ tagged by @kelemvorr, @grymforge, @rindemption, @katsigian, @feykillerr, @mercymaker, @seluned, thank you!

⊱ tagging: @fantasmagoriam, @bg3, @userkarlachs, @druidgroves, @thenightsong, @underelf, @habit, @utopianoverlord, @dravanias, @hungryblackbird, @sylvitaur, @iplann, @yurgir, @leviiackrman, @florbelles, @swanfey, @lavampira, @sephiratales, @shadowglens, @nocticulas, @gortash, @elluvians, @feypacts, @moonmothers, @dameaylin, @ehlnofaey

𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐: garden of bones /galdorcraeft

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛: rose pink!

𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐: rewatching the bg3 dnd oneshot vod because i am very normal about it

𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎: must have been the barbie movie when it aired in the cinemas probably (i don't watch movies usually lmao)

𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐: the secret life of fungi by aliya whiteley. an utterly fascinating read, especially as a mushroom enthusiast myself. whiteley combines flowery prose and biological facts about fungi so it's not exactly a spot-on academic read, it's more of a story and a tribute to these impeccably mysterious lifeforms that inhabit our world. *goes on an autistic 48756 hrs long tangent about mushrooms. there is no escape. she will never stop. the world will be decaying and rotting and there she is. talking about mushrooms.*

𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝/𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚢/𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚢: i love savory! home-made crisps and fries my beloved

𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: i am pretty much sure i am dating a real life version of gale baldur's gate 3. the same beard and nerdy tendencies. i say this as i watch him play 3D puzzle games on the tv screen and pondering. i have no idea what any of them mean but he seems to be having fun so good for him ig

𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗: baldur's gate 3. the pretty much only game that exists for me. currently on my 3rd canon playthrough with my main (faerene), but mixing it up a bit to avoid burnout - I have my durge pt (odetta) and ive started my gale run as well (i would die for tara dekarios respectfully)

𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚎: ...monotype text generator

𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗: gifs and edits for bg3 and my ocs, worldbuilding for my homebrew dnd campaign, and planning out my bg3 longfic that expands upon the game by filling in the blanks, as well as including a backstory section for faerene and events that took place before the game

#ambie got tagged #c'est moi #look at me. im catching up :o)

[wolverina2002]

Colors

It starts almost by accident. Well, the action that starts it isn´t, Fives is making eye contact from the moment he sticks two fingers into the pot of paint all the way until he´s finished dragging a messy line of blue down Crosshair´s vembrace. He doesn´t say anything. Just stares, as if daring Crosshair to protest. He doesn´t. He keeps the paint.

But it´s an accident that he gets caught in a playfull scuffle between Longshot and Wooley, leaving messy, orange stripes and spots over his greaves.

"Sorry", Wooley yelps, not really sounding like he means it.

Then he throws himself back into the scuffle, leaving Crosshair to stare at the irregular pattern of orange speckeling all the way up to his knees.

"What´s up with the paint thing?", he finally asks an entire month later, watching Caterpillar trace a yellow skull onto his left rerebrace.

"You´re ours", Fives states, as if that explains everything.

It probably does, for him. For Crosshair, it explains nothing. His armor isn´t even the same as theirs, stolen and bought together, battered scrap looted from battlefields, paint long scraped off if it ever existed. It´s not a cohesive set like the others are wearing, old and well worn, comfortable. Painted so often that it might be impossible to scrape off.

"You´re ours", Wooley agrees, when Crosshair tries to protest him refreshing the sloppy pattern on his greaves.

What that means, Crosshair doesn´t know anymore than he understands the importance of paint. He went with them, when Fives and Wooley blew the laboratory three ways to hell and broke out everyone that wanted to come. He stayed, on a stolen light cruiser, because he has nowhere else to go. Does that make him one of them?

"What does that mean?", he asks Glitch as the kid touches up his own paint. "To be yours?"

Glitch hums and tips the handle of the paintbrush against his chin, heedless of the purple paint dripping onto his plackart.

"It means you´re vod. We´re there for you. Always."

Crosshair stares down at the purple spiral, still drying on his other rerembrace. He remembers a similar promise, shattered into pieces that still stab between his ribs. He can´t make himself believe it.

"I got you this", Sev grumbles and smacks a pot of paint into Crosshair´s palm.

Over the weeks, Crosshair´s armor has aquired a rainbow of colors. Some are carefull markings, little geometrically precise things drawn with fingers and brushes. Others are careless, sloppy spatter, flicked playfully at him during painting sessions. He never owned paint of his own. Never felt like he had a claim to a particular color.

The paint Sev got him is CF99-crimson. He thought it´d feel familiar, but it only makes him feel sick.

He throws it across the room. Goes to the refresher to vomit. Takes a long water shower, trying to sluice off the slimy, revolting crawling on his skin. Considers tossing the paint into the recycler.

He ends up keeping it in the very last corner off his foot locker. He isn´t sure if he´ll ever want to wear crimson again, and not because it reminds him of dried blood.

It feels like the color itself betrayed him.

"Can I have that?", he asks, pointing to the pot of black paint.

Blitz gives him a surprised look. Crosshair accepts and even appreciates the others using his armor as a canvas, but he´s never asked for a specific color before. But he hands it over easily enough.

He hesitates. Swallows thickly. His hands still tremble, and while he´s learned to compensate while shooting, he can´t mess this up.

"Dogma? C-can I have a hand?"

He needs this to be good. He ... needs it to be perfect. He shows Dogma what he wants, gratefull that they´ve left his chestplate alone.

Every other bit of paint is nice, comforting, grounding. The black silhuette of a vulture on his chest is ... important. Honoring, Fives calls it.

Noone asks. Noone lets any other color get near it.

"We´re joining the main body of the Rebellion", Cody says, steady resolve in his voice. "We can´t abandon them to this fight."

Those who don´t feel like they can keep fighting can go. Most stay. Crosshair joins the others in inspecting their armor, touching up the paint. He studies the riot of colors on his armor, Cody´s words ratteling around in his head.

We can´t abandon them. Abandon this fight.

Torrent blue. Ghost gold. Star yellow. Quake green. Howzer´s teal. Guard red. Lightning and Nova purple.

Mayday´s black.

We can´t abandon them to this fight.

His batch abandoned this fight just like they abandoned him. Crosshair can´t blame them for not fighting the empire, but ... he feels like he can resent them, just a little, for abandoning the regs. To the empire. To the chip.

But ... I didn´t abandon them.

He´s been helping Cody free regs from all kinds of situations ever since Kix deemed him well enough to be off ship for longer than thirty minutes. He and Fives have become a comfortable team. He ... he´s still Crosshair, CF99´s sniper. 100% success rate.

The others have abandoned this fight. Crosshair hasn´t.

"Touch up what you want", he says, gesturing at his armor. "Leave the right spaulder free. I need to fetch something."

He knows he´ll come back to the lines of the vulture being crisp and the rest of his kit looking like a unicorn threw up over it. He doesn´t care, really. It´s a claim staked on him, and he doesn´t mind.

He has his own claim to stake.

Cody doesn´t comment when he sees the crimson 99 on Crosshair´s shoulder. Nobody does. They know what it is. A challange, a claim to a reputation and duty. A message. Maybe, just a little, a suck-this to Hunter.

You abandoned me. You abandoned THIS.

He was ... wrong, when he told them that their talents would be of use in the empire. But he wasn´t wrong about wasting their lives as mercenaries being the wrong choice. They still have a responsibility to their vode.

I won´t abandon them.

#star wars #fanfiction #crosshair

[sun-roach]

Shriek: -she's coming to see the after math of the silly string she gave the boys. She's also being very cautious as she has some water guns she'd like to sneak to Sticker and Redd- >:3 ( always eager to see how she can cause trouble even if it means everyone knows its her doing it lmao)

😂😂😂🧡 right timing Shriek

Rainbow squad has been assigned to clean the barracks. Commander Fox himself will inspect it later (Fox couldn’t careless but Thorn hates what Sticker and Redd did with his room. He wants to punish them😂)

<Why do I have to clean their mess?>

Cuyan grumbles and scrubs the ground. Strife scoffs.

<Because Thorn is a shabuir and Sticker and Redd are di'kuts.>

<Hey! Don’t talk like that about Sticker. >

<You were literally muttering the same thing the last few hours…>

Stitch sighs at Redd and cleans the windows. He doesn’t really mind the cleaning. Actually he likes it. It helps with his anxious thoughts.

<Yeah well I am the only one who can call him that. This wouldn’t have happened m, if Cody hadn’t had caught us.>

<Be grateful that he called Thorn. I heard his punishments are bad.>

<I will be grateful, if you start to actually clean, utreekov, instead of scrubbing the same spot again and again.>

<Says the shabuir, who isn’t even cleaning.>

Cuyan and Redd glare at each other, and before they can fight, they get shot at with glitter water (Sticker had quickly modified the water guns).

<What the-?!>

<HEEEEY!!>

<Redd here this one is for you!!!>

Sticker grins at his brother and throws him one of the guns. Redd blinks in surprise, but then starts to laugh.

<Kriff, I need to steal Shriek anything she wants. This gun is even red!>

<Oh no. No, no, no. STICKER, REDD. DOWN WITH THE WATER GUNS!>

Strife growls at his two idiotic brothers. They don’t even think about listening to him. Instead they grin like two smug cats, ready to throw off a glass from a desk.

They two shoot the glittery water at Strife. Cuyan and Stitch look both horrified.

<You idiots…>

<Sticker… Redd… no…>

Strife's left eye twitches. Slowly he walks towards Redd and Sticker, ignoring the water. With each step he gets closer to them, the more Redd and Sticker panic.

<Ah errrr… Strife. It was just water. Come on vod… >

<Y-yeah. The glitter suits you. Kavi would agree…>

Strife scrunches his nose, a sign for the two to start running.

They don’t get far. Angry Strife is fast. He catches them both and hits both to the ground. In that moment commander Fox appears. Dark eyes watching Strife, Redd and Sticker before roaming towards Cuyan and Stitch.

<I am not getting paid enough for this osik. Good job. I will tell Cody and Rex to help you, karking idiots, get this mess cleaned. >

Fox shakes his head and turns around to leave. Despite his exhaustion he notices Shriek a few feet away, watching the squads chaos. He snorts and walks towards her.

<Did you miss guarding duty, vod'ika? I need a good soldier to fill in a spot. Or do you prefer me sending Thorn after you?>

#oc: shriek #crystal's oc #oc: strife #oc: redd #oc: cuyan #oc: sticker #oc: stitch #rainbow squad #commander fox #coruscant guards #star wars #tcw #sw tcw #thxuuuu crystal😂🧡 #fox is so done #he just wants shriek to fill in that spot so she can get him caf

[hellhound5925]

Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior*

Chapter Four

We make out to the court yard and immediately Fives grabs Echo in a headlock.

"Fives...Let. Me. Go." Echo struggles under his grip for a few moments before accepting the inevitable.

Jesse laughs and seeing the look on Five's face....it's egging him on...

"Fives you really should be nicer to your vod (brother). He's ARC trooper too and I'm pretty sure he could kick your sheb (ass)." I say to him with a raised eye brow.

"Nah he wouldn't he loves me too much." Fives replies with a shit eating grin.

Echo no longer struggling causes Fives to relax his grip some.

If I was him I'd-

My thought was cut off by the loud grunt let out by Fives when Echo threw an elbow into his stomach plate.

"Nar'sheb (shove it)" Echo says with a smile now free of the grip of his brother.

I chuckle and shake my head.

Jesse having said nothing the whole time strolls over to a spot off to the side underneath one of 4 small trees in the courtyard.

I find it funny how all this permacrete and they found room for four measly little trees....homey...not

I sit down next to Jesse, Fives and Echo join. Fives and Jesse get into some debate over a woman they must have seen at 79's.

"You know, it's nice having a female around for once to keep the guys in check....not that Commander Tano isn't great, but she's not going to be around as much as you" Echo says smiling at me.

I smile back "Thanks Echo that sweet of you. I promise I'll do my best to keep your brother off your back" with the last part we both laugh.

"Thankfully usually he bothers Hardcase, being that he's the newest member of our squad but when Hardcase isn't around- which isn't often- he goes for me" Echo says.

"Oh come on! I'm a joy to he around" Fives chimes in.

"Of course you would hear you name and start listening" Echo teases.

Fives shoots him a childish look and Echo reciprocates.

"You guys remind me so much of my vode (brothers) it's uncanny" I say laughing

"I mean technically we are all the same DNA" replies Echo very matter of fact.

I shake my head "Doesn't mean you all have to get along. There were some batches I saw on Kamino that would have killed one another given the chance".

I hear a blast door slide open and pladtoid boots moving quickly across the courtyard.

"I'm baaaaaaack!!!! And I've got cards!" Yells Hardcase.

He plops himself down in our now circle. Going from left to right, it's Jesse, me, Echo, Fives, and Hardcase.

"Sabacc???" I ask.

"Well yeah that did you think we were going to play?" Fives snorts out a laugh.

"I've never actually played before" I say.

The group looks over at me in shock.

"Too busy being a Mandalorian badass to play Sabacc?" Asks Jesse.

"You can look over my shoulder for the first round if you want?" Echo asks.

"Okay yeah sure, Vor'e (thanks)!" I reply.

The boys play through a couple rounds because I was still confused after the first two with Fives and Hardcase arguing with Jesse and Echo over the rules.

"Udesii, udesii. (Calm down, take it easy)" I say over the four of them bickering.

They all look at me like they are waiting for orders. "Alright it seems like we are split here on the rules. Can we agree to disagree for now and for the sake of being able to actually play through a game AGREE on some rules for tonight" I say trying to reason with them.

Hardcase and Fives look at each other and Echo and Jesse do the same. "Fine" they all say together.

After FINALLY agreeing on a set of rules for the night....we were able to play through a round where I understood what was happening and was able to play on my own. I even won.

"OYA!!! (celebratory phrase, like hooray, has different meanings" I yell over the guys signing and Fives about ready to fall over in shock.

"Oh no no no no no, beginners luck" He says.

Echo high-fives me and laughs pointing at Fives in excitement "no longer undefeated you di'kut! (idiot)"

Fives scoffs "like I said beginners luck".

I check the time on my watch. "Osik (shit)....well boys..." I say getting up. "Looks like it's time to pack it in. Wouldn't want Rex pissed at me on the first day".

Fives quirks an eyebrows "first name basis eh?" He teases.

I cocked my head at him in confusion.

Echo even smiled "oooh not many can say they are on a first name basis with the Cap. Let alone the first day they meet him."

Hardcase and Jesse snicker.

"You're point?" I ask feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

I mean Rex is attractive I'll give him that. Could be the blonde hair? Could be the rank? Nah I've met other clones who hold higher rank than Captain... but we just met they are reading too far into this...

I scoff and turn to head towards the blastdoors leading back to the sleeping quarters "Get some rest" I say before turning around with a smirk "That's an order" I say.

"Sir, yes sir" the boys say together lazily saluting me.

I chuckle and head inside.

When I make it to my room, I get around for bed getting caught up in my thoughts...

They seem like such a great bunch. It's so hard to believe the GAR sees them as 'expendable' they are men...all the same...yet different. The more clones I meet the more I just don't understand. They deserve lives like the rest of us...

That Captain though...I mean I guess he's cute....no....he's definitely attractive...I'm not here for that I'm here to teach them hand to hand combat skills...which are great against doids? Psh yeah right...must be they are worries about civies being 'noncompliant'....

I see myself being good friend with Fives and Echo I think more them the rest....not that they aren't worth it but something about those 2 ARC troopers reminds me so much of Ordo and Mereel....it draws me in...Echo is definitely more like Ordo. Quiet, smart, and I want to say a little up tight at times....and Fives like Mereel. To cool for the rest of us and definitely a lady killer....Fives is a little more arrogant though....

I wonder Kal'buir had made any progress.. it's not like he would tell me if he did...'you'll know when you need to know' 'it's too dangerous' 'it will be soon'.....yet here we are....

I crawl into bed and almost immediately drift off to sleep....

Masterlist

#clone captain rex #may the 4th be with you #may the force be with you #rex star wars #star wars clone wars #star wars the clone wars #the clones #rex x you #rex x reader #captain rex x you

[commanderfoxdeservesbetter]

For the fic title ask:

Life Beneath Eternity Dwelling in the Apocalypse Curse of Honor

This is going to be in three parts so here’s the first one

Life Beneath Eternity

I would write this with Dogma dying on Umbara and becoming a ghost. He can’t move on; something is stopping him so he just follows Tup around.

Tup who is his last batchmate and who can’t fathom Dogma being gone.

Even despite Fives trying to help him move on, Tup has become more distant. Angrier. Different than the person he used to be.

Dogma can’t do much but watch. He meets Cutup, Hevy and Droidbait who has been following Fives around. When he asks for Echo, Hevy squeezes his shoulder and says, “he’s not dead yet.”

They show him where Echo is at and Dogma knows in his heart Fives wouldn’t stand to allow that unless he didn’t know.

Dogma is angry. Scared. Lonely. But he made the right choice once on Umbara before he died and he’ll do it again.

So he decides to find a way to communicate with the living world.

Droidbait says it won’t work. They tried. But they don’t know Dogma. Dogma can’t leave Tup alone, watch him become something he’s not. He needs to help. He needs to do something.

He’s unsuccessful at first, barely passing off as a cold spot or a flickering light.

But he improves. To the point where the Domino batch tries to follow his lead.

Soon, more Vod who have passed start to join Dogma, showing up when they see this young Vod who shouldn’t have sent off to war so young do the impossible.

He gets a message sent out. Tup doesn’t notice it.

Tup doesn’t notice any of his messages. But Fives does.

Fives looks into the Citadel. Fives looks into the small information about the Separatists.

Fives goes to Rex who trusts him and takes his word. The war turns into their favor.

Tup becomes crueler, ruthless. He’s quickly becoming one of the most efficient soldiers in the 501st but he’s losing his humanity.

Fives tries to talk to him but when he finds Echo, it becomes harder.

Echo survives. He gets better. He still wants to go with the Bad Batch and so Fives makes a decision and leaves with him.

Tup is alone. He has Kix and Jesse but it’s not the same.

He won’t acknowledge the messages Dogma sends.

So Dogma is forced to communicate to other Vod.

He talks to Rex and Cody, to some of the Jedi. He got freaked out when Yoda was able to see him but to have an actual conversation eased his fears.

He learned about the Coruscant Guard and helped facilitate a check in for Fox. Secrets were learned.

The blackout missions.

The leaked information.

The chips.

It all leads to a head. Dogma tries to find the Sith.

The Sith who somehow found out about the meddling little ghost. He trapped Dogma who shouted to the Vod’e that the Sith is a traitor. The Sith is an enemy. The Sith is the Chancellor.

No one could hear him.

Tup’s chip still broke.

Fives wasn’t there to tackle him, to knock some sense back into him. Dogma wasn’t there, stuck as he was in the Sith trap.

Tup was deemed a traitor. His ruthlessness didn’t help his case, nor did the campaign on Umbara where his batchmate was known to kill a Jedi. He was sentenced to death.

Dogma tries to escape, tries to do anything to warn the Vod’e. Luckily for him, many Vod were searching for him to tell him about Tup.

Dogma was the one to start the communications but it was the Domino squad who truly helped save the Republic. They find Dogma and before they could be trapped as well, Hevy distracted the Sith so Droidbait and Cutup could tell the Jedi.

The Jedi listened. The Jedi learned. The Jedi fought.

It was brutal to watch. Almost hopeless as many Jedi were unprepared for Sidious’ attacks. But they won eventually.

Anakin siding with Mace who helped him keep his focus on what’s important.

The war trickled to an end.

Tup still laid in prison, forgotten about due to the fight. He’s delirious and sick, the chip rotting in his brain.

Fives and Echo rush back home after the news went out of Tup’s action and Rex tried to find which cell he was in. Not even Commander Fox knew where the trooper was.

Dogma laid by his batchmate’s side, listening to his vod’s uneven breathing, as his hand passes through his hair, trying and failing to bring comfort.

The war is over but there is always a cost.

Dogma rests his head next to Tup and waits.

#star wars #tcw #the clone wars #clone wars #clone trooper dogma #clone trooper tup #commander fox #commander cody #captain rex #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #this somehow went sad #I’m sorry #angst #ghosts

[krispyswips]

Familiarity

So how about that episode 7....For context, I wrote a scene in Chapter 1 of Stones where someone dies and this is loosely based on that universe. And then I make additional references to later chapters. And I am never going to emotionally recover from this.

Part 5 Summary: Ragnar is summoned to the forge.

Part 1 - A family reunion with Paz and the Armorer

Part 2 - Some ghosts and pog soup

Part 3 - This magic kind of water

Part 4 - Grogu's no good terrible week and Ragnar's best day ever

Din wondered if that at some point he looked that small. Short, with gangly limbs, and a helmet that he was threatening to outgrow already. He wondered if all those years ago he too looked scared and sad coming into the forge.

The Armorer and him had discussed it for a long time before finally summoning the small boy to the forge. It was like watching the moving portrait of his past from the moment he stepped into the forge, to seeing a pile of armor neatly stacked in the center of the room, to the boy slumping to his knees and weeping. He wondered if the Armorer had reacted the same way watching a nephew, not quite a nephew lose their father.

There was something inside of Din watching these events repeat, his chest clenched. Something inside of him so desperately wanted take away this curse from the crying boy. But death, loss, grief, those were things that even today still haunted him. So Din did the best thing he knew. The only thing he knew.

He knelt by his side pulling Ragnar into his lap. He furiously clung to Paz’s helmet shaking his head fighting Din’s grasp but immediately melted into the comfort when Din’s arms wrapped around him.

Din found himself repeating the same words, the same wish that Nare had given him from her sister. He looked up to the Armorer and from the other end of the room, she nodded.

“Take comfort in knowing he wanted nothing more than to keep you safe.” He started.

With shaking hands Din rubbed the top of the young boy’s helmet. “He inspired many great warriors. He saved us all and Kad Ha’rangir surely shone down on him.” In front of him the Armorer stepped forward taking what was left of Paz’s pauldron. She quietly murmured this is the way as the name of the old god rolled off his tongue.

Still the boy wailed and clung tighter to Din, and Din felt his throat tighten up, his own tears stinging his eyes. He swallowed, “Our armor, your father’s armor, one day your armor are all pieces of the same earth.”

The Armorer watched the forge with stoic eyes and Din could not help but notice her shoulders shake as the mark of the Vizsla clan disappeared into a molten sheen.

“We invite you here because we do not waste. Everyone ounce of beskar is precious, every person here is precious, and he will continue to protect you here,” Din tapped the very top of Ragnar’s helmet, “Vod, always believed that.”

Din wasn’t sure how much the boy understood between the weeping and the ragged breaths he would make. Every so often he would cough and continue to cry more, and through it all Din held him until they tapered off.

Soon Ragnar rolled over in Din’s lap to face the forge and together they sat in silence, piece by piece, to Mandalorian earth they all shall return.

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The hills of Nevarro had changed since he was a boy. Still he knew the path well to climb the ledge of the canyon just enough until he could peer out into the city. Still this spot was hidden in darkness. Still the glow of the city was full of commotion. A celebration was being held, their last day on Nevarro until they returned home. This place was once a home where their covert lied. He had been up this ledge a hundred times before sneaking in the dark. But it no longer felt like home without the boisterous presence of Paz by his side. He would shush him. Tell him to keep his voice down or the nightguard was going to catch them again. He would argue about the next ship heading into atmo. That's a freighter Din would say and Paz would insist otherwise. Here atop this ledge they would dream together. Wish, want, and hope to see the stars. Countless times Paz would tell him how he wanted to go home back to Concordia, more than that to Mandalore. And silently, Din thought it would never come true. Now he sat atop the ledge with two glasses, finer liquor than the tastes of spotchka they would sneak from the kitchen. Now he was taller, strong, older; their dreams accomplished. And as Din watched the ships jet off into atmo, he supposed, that Paz had gotten what he wanted in the end. He was right after all the million times he was wrong and Din let out a laugh that sounded more like a sob at the thought. They were all going home.

#ragnar vizsla #din djarin #paz vizsla #the mandalorian spoilers

[literaphobe]

sapnap is a phenomenal stand alone player but sot is an example of where that can breakdown in a team game where it’s difficult to hard carry a team.

when he’s focusing he has trouble both listening and processing what his teammates are saying to him and responding to them. He’s still a great player because of his mechanical skills but things will go wrong because he’s not as aware of what is going on

about sapnap death in 21

cpk went down a tunnel mined some cracked bricks in wall exposing a spawner, doesn’t light up or break the spawner. turns around places a carpet and leaves. goes to do something else comes back places 3 carpets on that same tunnel then breaks all 3? making it look like no one been in the tunnel.

later sapnap goes down that tunnel completely unaware cpk has been in that tunnel. He falls into the water and has a bunch of mobs from the spawner attack him. i don’t really think that one was really his fault.

i see… anyway i just watched sapnap’s mcc18 sot pov and it tells me everything wrong w playing randomly and why dream’s role assignment vault rush strategy works so well

because it’s not just about finding the vaults fast, it’s that whoever is put in charge of red key goes down red path, and whoever’s in charge of blue key goes down blue path, and green vault should always be collected by the sandkeeper

sapnap collected both green and blue vault in mcc18, and even though he found green key and blue vault, he shouldn’t have been the one doing those things. sapnap’s got good efficient movement when it comes to SoT, but his decision making from start to end is why his teams hardly ever come first or top 3 in SoT

so here are things i took note of, ifl he possibly vod reviewed and made changes in future mccs, but these are some of sapnap’s biggest issues in mcc18, just for fun:

- excessively kills mobs, sometimes even going for mobs that won’t hurt him in any way, such as a spider on the corner of the ceiling far away from him, it was just one spider, but he went all the way to attempt to kill it, failed(?) and then caused the spider to aggro him which slowed him down when he was already at the end of the section and planning on leaving, the spider wouldn’t’ve done anything to anyone, especially not on his cracked ass team, so he should’ve left it alone. he goes out of his way to kill almost every mob in this game when it wasn’t necessary

- doesn’t seem to have a clear vision of what he wants to do, randomly saw spawn parkour (which is what u should only do if u have nowhere else to go and a shit load of coins at the end), went OOH :D tried it, failed, ran into green vault, which is in the same place it always is, but he thought he discovered it for some reason, he kills the two spiders in the room and mines the one spawner and collects all the sand (this should’ve been scott’s job, and he prob wouldn’t have went out of his way to kill both spiders either) is excited that he did this (its very endearing) and then leaves to go down another tunnel, where he finds green key

- his next mistake which led to more situations that amplified that it was a mistake for him to do this, was collecting green vault. now he has so much money. Too much money, which would’ve been safe with scott. And so now hes too scared to take risks. He spent ages being like Oooooh there’s lava parkour But i think i could totally do it… [cue tubbo’s agonized screams] haha im just joshing u guys….. [looks over at lava parkour several times clearly tempted to do it but scared as he murders so many skeletons bc he has many coins, comes back to this place like twice] and so when sylvee tells him she found two parkour spots she couldn’t do, one being the pressure plate one the other being this lava thingy that led to a huge tunnel—sapnap easily did the pressure plate one but both he and sylvee were scared, and at this point he had already gotten green vault, so scott was also scared and did not want him to risk anything, which is perfectly understandable, but if sapnap had not collected a vault, it wouldn’t have been that hard for his skillset

- later on, sapnap goes down a tunnel he’s already been down at least twice and finally finds blue vault. The problem is, he doesn’t have blue key, and has to go all the way back to scott and get the key and go all the way back to the vault again. ifl this shows the importance of dream’s SoT strat. If u assign someone blue key and make them go down blue vault, they won’t have to come back and get blue key when they find it. going back and forth the tunnel an extra time to get a key is a waste of 20-30 seconds, which is Everything in sands

- if there’s anything else notable i forgot about it already. but overall sapnap has the skills to be one of the best sands of time players, but his decision making and communication w his team is lacking a bit, and that’s why he’s not as efficient and likes collecting vaults

#ask

[leias-left-hair-bun-again]

For the Yaypril ask, I'd like to request "space food" with the Domino twins and Hardcase (or any clones you're comfortable writing). 😁

ooh this one was FUN :DDD i never write hardcase and honestly it's a crime, he both is a ducky dear and a menace and i love him

Summary: After learning that Captain Rex has recommended Hardcase for ARC training, the Domino twins take their younger brother out for a celebratory meal. What should have been a carefree adventure yields unexpected results.

Excerpt:

“This is, without a doubt, the best decision we’ve ever made,” Hardcase declared.

Grabbing a mystery pastry off of Echo’s plate, he popped it in his mouth and chewed as fast as he could. It was a little tricky to eat and wrestle Echo off of him at the same time, but his prize was well worth the effort. He mulled over the flavours as he pushed Echo’s hands away from his face; the soft filling was citrusy and sweet, with just a hint of herbal grassiness. And was that a floral note he was detecting in the sugar crystals on the pastry itself?

Echo managed to land a half-hearted blow to his cheek, nearly making bite his tongue.

“Hey!”

“That was mine,” Echo said. “And stop spitting crumbs on me.”

Swallowing, Hardcase shrugged and reached towards Fives’ plate this time, only to be met with a sound slap to the back of his hand. Hardcase yelped and pulled his hand back, shaking it and glaring at Fives. Not that it did any good, Fives wasn’t even looking at him. A distracted “eat your own food” was all Hardcase got before Fives went back to tearing chunks of roasted meat off of a large leg of something. The rapidly-forming bruise on Hardcase’s hand was a loud enough message, though, and a reminder to not mess with the ARCs.

If that wasn’t enough, Hardcase turned his attention back to his own plate and saw an empty spot where a steaming dumpling had sat just moments before. He looked up at Echo with wide, betrayed eyes.

Echo grinned at him around a mouthful of dumpling.

“Loth-cat eyes won’t work on me, vod.”

#also pls forgive the title; 'tis rather a horrible pun #if you could even call it that #but alas once my singular brain cell decided it was funny i couldn't think of anything else at all D: #tcw #clone wars #hardcase #clone trooper hardcase #echo #fives #domino twins #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #ask #ladysongmaster tag 🤍 #my writing #swyaypril2k22 #fics

[domidextrus]

Animagician's Dream SMP tribute video struck at something that I had suspected about its lore. I felt more engaged with the L'Manberg saga as well as the events that were a direct result of the fallout, and the story felt like it peaked with Dream's defeat and Tommy getting his discs back because it brought emotional closure to a conflict that kicked off shortly after Tommy joined the server. From the Empowerment arc onwards, everything seemed to kinda peter out, as if the other players were trying to pick up the slack but failed to understand what made everything that preceded it so spellbinding to begin with. Considering there's now talk going around that Wilbur and Tommy are about to do their very last lore streams in the next month, my guess is that they're thinking the same thing and want to build towards a moment of ultimate closure instead of dragging it out any further.

The whole L'Manberg thing was practically lightning in a bottle. It was a beautiful team effort to create a narrative that enticed a large chunk of the internet during the pandemic. The magic was unique, and it can't be recreated so easily. That all-important phrase, "It was never meant to be.", meant everything to the players as well as the viewers. It didn't just mean that the dream of L'Manberg as a thriving bastion of freedom can't be fully realized as long as people hunger for power and control. That phrase was born out of c!Eret delivering a completely off-script twist and took on a life of its own, becoming the big wham line uttered by c!Wilbur, the man who created L'Manberg in the first place, as he sealed the fate of his unfinished symphony.

Yes, there was technically a script, but as demonstrated by c!Eret's betrayal as well as L'Manberg's first election, it wasn't being railroaded. Any of the players could influence the trajectory the story took and, aside from the three lives system, what was considered "canon" or not was an afterthought. All that mattered was the sparks that flew from both the on-the-spot creativity and the characters' chemistry. If Tommy and Wilbur do intend to wrap up their character arcs in the near future, I'm hoping that it'll result in some kind of hard reboot, and that new stories are going to be created from the same kind of sudden happenstance that birthed L'Manberg rather than just going through the motions of a pre-planned plotline.

I've been watching VODs of SMPEarth streams from both Wilbur and Tommy, which were from before Wilbur joined Dream SMP, and I loved what was going on there, with Technoblade's Antarctica faction being taken to court over having used an exploit in the mod to literally take over the world, and a fan's stream donation to Tommy with a request to assassinate Ph1LzA kickstarting a world war against Tommy. I wish we could have those kinds of wild and unpredictable adventures again.

#dream smp

[mwolf0epsilon]

Of Naps and Brotherly Duties

Summary: In which Lichtenberg wants to sleep but instead finds himself explaining to Echo the purpose of anxiety.

[THIS STORY IS NOW ON AO3]

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Clak clak clak clak...

Lichtenberg's eyelids flutter open as the noise reaches his ears. He frowns and grunts in displeasure, turning so that his back is facing the source of the incessant noise before burying his head in his pillow.

Clak clak clak clak clak...

The clone with branched scarring exhaled forcefully through his nose, nostrils flaring, as he tried to drown out the sound by instead pressing the pillow over his own head.

Clak clak clak clak clak clak...

"Quit it." He warns sharply, which seems to cause the noise to pause. Satisfied with the silence, Lich closes his eyes again and tries to relax.

CLAK...!

A shriek follows as Lichtenberg launches himself at Echo, fed up with the constant tapping of his toes against the metal pole where his hammock is tied. He knows that it's not really the other's fault for wanting to fill in the silence (even without memory most clones can't stand a lack of background noise), but right now all Lich wanted was to sleep and his vod was being a bit of a nuisance.

Nothing a bit of roughhousing won't fix. Echo's a fairly easy brother to wrangle once his nervous energy is dealt with, and as of late he'd been a lot more eager to engage due to Gadget and Sucata's work on his new arm.

"I yield! I yield!" The cybernetically enhanced clone shrieks as Lich pokes and prods at his weak spots. Drawing out laughter from his pinned brother.

"Do you really? You're very squirmy for someone who's yielding!" The wicked scars on his face always twist weirdly when he smiles, but Lich has never been on the receiving end of that such look. He's never really smiled at himself in the mirror as eagerly as he does when play-fighting with a brother.

"I do, just please stop tickling me!" Echo is laying flat on his back, legs splayed and shivering arms trying to sit still. He's learned how to get out of this by laying limp, which is always an effort when your brothers know your tickle spots.

Still Lich obliges. He gets up and off of his fellow clone, and helps him sit up. Then he gives him a long-suffering look.

"Did you have to keep me awake?" Lichtenberg asks. "In a couple of hours the sun will set and I won't be able to sleep at all..."

"Sorry..." And he does look sorry. "I'm just... I don't like the quiet."

"It does seem a little lonesome when Sponge and the Adiik go buy supplies, doesn't it?" Without the ten terrors and their buir running about, home-base did feel eerily quiet. Like a ghost town after orbital shelling.

"Not so much as lonesome as... Something else I can't put a name to." Echo frowns. "It's like... Like a weight in the pit of my stomach. And an itch in my brain..."

"Hm... Sounds like when the dark comes in. I feel all kinds of sick and itchy if I don't got a bright light..." Lichtenberg mused. "Sponge says it's something like battle fatigue. Trauma response or something like that... Maybe the quiet just reminds you of stuff you can't remember and it makes you nervous because... Well being nervous helps you survive an' all that?"

Echo cocks his head to the side just like Beau does when Lich tries to give her a command she doesn't quite understand yet. She's good at 'sit', 'roll over', 'play dead', 'find wounded', 'get blaster' and 'get kit', but she doesn't quite understand what 'high five' means...

"How does being nervous help you survive?" He asks. "If anything, it just seems like it'd make you more likely to die..."

"Same reason why people get anxious." Lich shrugged. "If you didn't have something in your brain that told you to be cautious or apprehensive about certain situations, you'd end up walking straight into a wolf den and get eaten alive..."

"When have you ever been cautious?" Echo frowns. All those stories the Spongelings had told him about Lich's many misadventures, had likely cemented the fact he was a complete klutz and far too impulsive. That and the fact Sponge used the medkit on him at least five times per week.

"Ok so maybe I'm not super attentive about my own safety, but like... I do what I do because I don't like thinking about my family being the ones to get into trouble." The clumsy clone pointed out. "I've lived through enough electrocutions and plenty of mishaps to know that I'm incredibly lucky... Impossibly so. But the others... Well there's vode that are just decanted unlucky, and I'd rather be the one to step into a trap or nearly fry myself with a live-wire than watch them die doing the same..."

"That's not very reassuring..." Echo frowns even more, which is quite the feat. He's just constantly finding new ways to make himself look even more disgruntled.

"Uh, there's something Sponge can agree with you." Lich grins. "But Sponge is a worrywart anyway... When you're an ori'vod this is just what you do for your kih'vode and vode'ika."

Echo doesn't press him for more, and Lich takes it as permission to climb back into the hammock. There's still 6 hours until sunset, he might be able to get just enough sleep before he has to start setting up the lights.

Echo sits beside the pole the hammock is tied to but doesn't tap his metal toes against it anymore. He seems less nervous and more contemplative. The blissful silence lulls Lichtenberg to sleep.

#Eps Writes #Star wars #the clone wars #forceful intervention au #arc trooper echo #clone trooper lichtenberg

[ttvnadeeta]

TL;DR version: no stream tonight and redoing/fixing my heavy rain save fie. will try to make room on my switch and ps5 for future games,and/or updates. plan if stay the same will be streaming wednesday.

long/detailed version: update/reminder: not going live tonight. but i'm also redoing/fixing my heavy rain as i accidentally overwrote my save data last night trying to do an achievement(if u watch the VOD,you'll see what i mean). luckily the chapters aren't long and i know what to do. I'm going to make this save file the same as my initial one,so gonna redo everything i did initially. so that means at the store for the r0883ry,i gotta h1t the guy since thats what i did in my original gameplay. will still try and get the achievement, but only once i'm where i originally was game wise. that way next time fiance and i play it,we are at the same spot and stuff.

regarding the games i play: splatoon 3 as of now doesn't have an update, but according to our friend, there's gonna be a splat feast and most likely an update on friday. idk if i will have space on my switch or not,as friday or sunday we planned on doing switch first. will keep u all posted. either later tonight,tomorrow,and/or Thursday i plan on deleting pics/vids(gonna do the same on ps5,for space),so hopefully can update splatoon.cuz i also plan on redownloading Pokémon unite,overwatch,and/or fortnite on my switch as well.

regarding live itself: as of now,plan is still on for wednesday on pc/ps5. will keep u all posted on if plans change. luckily i have clips/highlights and VOD's. so at least i have content for u guys to enjoy if plans change and all that.