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nimata-beroya · 11 months

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Note: Since my old masterlist is getting notes again (and I'm hosting @tbb-appreciation-week this year), I thought it's a good time to release a new version with a lot more resources. If any of you know another site or thing that it's missing from the list, let me know and I'll include it!! [Altho, I'm getting this close 🤏 to the hyperlinks limit on this thing 😆]

Note 2: To avoid tagging the 3 people from whom I got multiple resources repeatedly, I've placed 1-3 asterisks between square brackets after the links, depending on the OP. I give the respective credit to them in a legend at the end of the post.

PLACES / TIME

Interactive Galaxy Map by Henry Bernberg

Map of the Galaxy

List of planets and moons [Wikipedia /needs expanding]

Planet Name Generator 1 [SciFi Ideas]

Planetary System Generator [Donjon]

Tatooine Location References [*]

Various locations Cross-Sections (Jedi Temple, Palp's office, Tipoca City & more) [**]

Republic - Separatist - Hutt space during the Clone Wars

Hyperspace Travel Times (to calculate how much time would take to go from point A to point B within the GFFA)

Standard Calendar and Holidays [including month names!]

Galactic Standard Calendar [wookiepedia // including week day names]

Date converter according to SWTOR [Google sheet]

Dated Star Wars Chronological Order (Movies + live-action shows + animation)

TCW Chronological Timeline by @mauvrix

Estimated date for: shared by @spectres-fulcrum

Partisans' attack on Onderon

Siege of Lasan

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

General

Star Wars Name Generator 1 [Donjon]

Star Wars OC flow chart by @thefoodwiththedood

Star Wars Name Generator 2 [FantasyNames]

Star Wars Name Generator 3 [FantasyNames]

MetaHuman [Unreal Engine]

The character creator

Droid Name Generator

Star Wars Randomizer by @aureutr

Character Picrew [Twi-leks, Zabraks, Torgutas and Nautolans] @/megaramikaeli

Jedi

Taking a Closer Look at the Jedi Order in Star Wars Canon [Meta/Reference Guide] [**]

Jedi Order Structure Flowchart by @rileys-nest

Mandalorians

Mandalorian Armor design by MandoCreator

Keepers of the Way (Mandalorian Lore) [*]

Clones

Complete List Of Named Clone Troopers shared by @propheticfire (Organized by Unit)

Clone Creator [MandoCreator]

Clone Picrew

Star Wars Character Templates by SmacksArt [the ULTIMATE battery of template for any human/humanoid original character in any era. From troopers to droids, from Jedi to Sith, from KOTOR to the sequel Trilogy. 100% RECOMMENDED]

Basic Guide to Clone Trooper Armour by @odekiisu

GAR structure summary by @intermundia

The Clone Wars Republic Military Hierarchy Flowcharts [***]

Clone Trooper Lore [*] [Ranks, Culture, Training, Organization, etc.]

Clones and Kamino [*]

The Bad Batch Characters Concept Art shared by @shadowthestoryteller

MISCELLANEOUS

Star Wars Character Age Comparison Chart by @the-yearning-astronaut

Tusken Raiders lore by @snarwor

Materials (fabrics, leathers, silks, plastics, construction, metal composites, etc.)

Materials in Star Wars by marvel_dc_heart_throbs

Star Wars Fashion [*]

Leisure, Art, Musical Instruments, Ethnography [*]

Political and Criminal Organizations in the GFFA [**]

Financial reference about credits by @thecoffeelorian

List of TCW Opening Quotes

Transcripts of all the TCW episodes shared by @book-of-baba-fett

Star Wars Crawl Creator [not exactly writing-related, but just for fun]

HEALTH AND MEDICINE

Canon Medical Lore [*]

Real World reference for Field organizational structure for corpsman (medics) [*]

Kaliida Shoals Medical Center (Republic Haven-class medical station) shared by @clonewarsarchives

GAR Battalion Aid Station [*]

GAR Clone Medic Q/A [*]

More combat medicine, shipboard medicine, veteran issues, and military culture [*]

SHIPS AND VEHICLES

Ship Generator 3D

Ship Name Generator

All Terrain Tactical Enforcer (AT-TE) shared by @stairset

Republic Vessels Reference [*]

Low Altitude Assault Transport/Infantry (LAAT/i) [*]

List of GAR Flagships in the Clone Wars by @meandmyechoes

Layout of the Havoc Marauder

Dimensions of various ships from the Clone Wars [**]

FOOD AND DRINKS

Star Wars Menu Generator

In-Universe Alcoholic beverages

Canon Cocktails (recipes) [*]

Another In-Universe Drinks list shared by @systemic-dreams

Teas in Star Wars by marvel_dc_heart_throbs

Foodstuff [*]

Canon Star Wars Holiday Recipes [*]

Trask Chowder Recipe (from The Mandalorian) [*]

LANGUAGES; PHRASES AND SLANG; VOCABULARY

Languages of the Galaxy [*]

Script of different languages in the GFFA by @lucif-hare-blog

In-Universe phrases and slang [Google sheet]

List of phrases and slang [wookiepedia]

List of equivalents to real-world objects [wookiepidia]

Talk Like a Clone Trooper shared by @archeo-starwars

Aurebesh Translator [Aurebesh.org]

Learning Aurebesh Tools [Aurebesh.org] Reading - Writing.

Mando'a Database [Mando.org]

Mando'a Transcripticon [MandoCreator] (Create your own text in the Mando'a script.)

@project-shereshoy (Blog that collects and posts sources for Mando'a from all over the internet.)

Mando’a Categorized Spreadsheet

Learning Mando'a Tools [MandoCreator] Reading - Writing.

Setting Thesaurus Entry: Spaceport [Writers helping writers]

Fan-created Conlangs

@dai-bendu-conlang (Jedi Culture Explored) (This blog is the home of the Dai Bendu Conlang, invented by the Archive of Our Own Users aroacejoot, @ghostwriterofthemachine, and loosingletters for the Jedi Order in Star Wars.)

Lasana Lexicon by Anath_Tsurugi (fandom lexicon of the Lasat Language)

HELPFUL BLOGS & SITES

The amazing @fox-trot, who not only makes astonishing art and write an amazing fic, she also responds to medical questions and gives all kinds of references for writing medic characters. Check her #medicposting tag and you'll find tons of information. Also check #star wars reference and her art tag while you're at it.

@writebetterstarwars, which seems to be inactive, but there are a bunch of references there.

@howtofightwrite The place to find out how to write a good fight scene.

@scriptmedic no longer active, but it has a great deal of useful information.

@scripttorture for your whump needs. Major trigger warning for all its content.

@sw-anthrobiology A blog dedicated to collecting headcanons about the biology and cultures of Star Wars species.

@archeo-starwars In-universe sources on culture and history.

@clonewarsarchives Resources & Concept Art Blog for The Clone Wars animated series.

Wookiepedia If you don't find something in here, it's probably because it doesn't exist, neither as a canon nor legends reference.

Star Wars Databank: The official Star Wars website's reference guide. All canon.

WRITING IN GENERAL (For those who don't want to die like Stormtroopers)

SlickWrite: Completely free; online. Checks grammar, punctuation, flow, and writing style according to different settings (including fiction writing).

ProWritingAid: [RECOMMENDED] One of the most thorough online proofreader I've ever used. Although when using a free account gives extremely thorough feedback, with +20 different in-depth reports, for only the first 500 words. However, you can earn a premium account license (for a year or for life) if you get 10 or 20 new users signing up for free; (if you wouldn't mind doing so using the link above and help me earn mine, please). The settings allow you to check your writing according to your needs, from general to formal to creative. It has a bonus that you can check depending on the genre you're writing. For example, in creative, you can choose romance or sci-fiction (there are 14 sub-genre in total). And just like google docs, you can share a document, and people can view, comment or edit it too.

LanguageTool: [RECOMMENDED] Another excellent proofreader. It also has a word limit in free accounts, but if you use the add-on for Google Docs, it counts each page as a new document, so hitting the word limit is nearly impossible. It helps you to rewrite a sentence (3 a day), even if it doesn't raise any flags; it's very useful for when your sentence is grammatically correct, but it doesn't feel quite right.

Grammarly, Hemingway Editor: No so great, but they do the basic job.

Legend

[*] Shared by @fox-trot [**] Shared by @gffa [***] Shared by @cacodaemonia.

#star wars writing resources #star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #the mandalorian #sw rebels #tcw #tbb #the book of boba fett #andor #obi wan kenobi series #tales of the jedi #ahsoka show #sw resistance #writing resources #long post

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 4 months

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Combat Cold Cuts

Tech x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your favorite team of Navy SEALs just docked and are looking for some good food.

Pairing: Tech x Fem!Reader

Characters: Mira (OFC), Tech, Hunter, Echo, Wrecker, Crosshair

Tags & Warnings: modern!AU, sandwich shop!AU, navy!AU, fluff, awkwardness, smidge of angst, military/naval terms and jargon, sad Bad Batch backstories, mentions of death, mentions of war, mentions of injuries

Word Count: 3.2k

Author's Note: If you've been here a while, then you'll know that earlier in the year, when the polls came out, I made a poll asking who from the Bad Batch y'all would want in my Sandwich Shop AU, and Tech had the most votes. So, ta-da! Took me half a year, but better late than never. Also, don't quote me on this, but I may write more for this AU. Also, if you know where the title is from, we can be friends. As always, please enjoy 💚

@clonexreaderbingo Square: Tech

Today begins like any other day for you as you get ready for your job on the naval base. The sky is crystal clear and the sea breeze coming off the coast is refreshing. You’ve been working at the sandwich shop on the naval base for two years now thanks to your friend Mira. You've known Mira since high school, and because she's the wife of a sailor, she lives on base. Her personal recommendation is what helped you get the job and you're forever grateful to her.

You love working on the naval base because you get to interact with all of the sailors. The sailors always have the best stories to tell. Whether it’s their last meal before setting out to sea or it’s their first meal back on dry land, you're always there to smile and laugh at what they say. Sometimes the men are lively and sometimes they're quiet. You can usually tell when something bad has happened while they were deployed, because the normally talkative ones say nothing.

While stopped at the security gate, as you wait for the officer to scan your ID, you can see a destroyer coming into port in the distance. With that class of vessel docking, you know it’s going to be a busy day at the sandwich shop, with lots of hungry sailors looking for good food and someone to tell their stories too. You quickly go through your mental checklist to ensure you properly restocked yesterday, then the officer returns your ID and lifts the gate for you to enter.

“Hey!” Mira calls with a wave and a bright smile as you enter the sandwich shop.

You smile and wave back. "Good morning!"

"Are you excited?" Mira asks as she playfully jabs her elbow into your side when you come around to the back of the deli line.

“For what?” you ask as you rub your side, then throw on your apron.

“Didn’t you hear?” Mira says.

“Hear what?” you ask.

“The Bad Batch are on that destroyer that came in this morning,” Mira answers with a giddy bobble of her head.

“No way!” you exclaim, but quickly hush yourself. “Really?”

“Yup,” Mira says with a pop of her lips on the last letter. “Top scuttlebutt says they’re returning from a super dangerous and top secret mission.”

“Woah,” you breathe. "Incredible."

The Bad Batch. An elite team of five navy SEALs that were pulled together as sole survivors from other teams across the navy. Each member of the Bad Batch has a unique skill set that allows their team to be practically unstoppable in the field. Which is why they are assigned the most difficult missions, because their success rate precedes them. They don’t even use their real names anymore, just the nicknames they've been given over their many years of service.

Hunter, their sergeant, is the only member of the team that began his career as a navy SEAL. He lost his original SEAL team during a special operation involving drug pirates off the gulf of some foreign country. According to sources, he was able to track down the pirates, complete the mission, and bring his dead men back to port for a proper burial. That's how he got the name, Hunter. He's a natural born leader, and there’s not an operation he won’t lead his men into.

Echo, their communications specialist, is a triple amputee and a former sonar technician on a submarine. His submarine was attacked while surfacing from a mission, which is when he lost his right arm and both legs. Unfortunately, the rest of the crew weren't so lucky. He spent a week in a coma, and his best friend he served with died in the bed next to him the day before he woke up. Sometimes you see him sitting by himself at the memorial with two open beers.

Wrecker, their demolition expert, was part of an explosive ordnance disposal unit before a fatal accident. It was supposed to be a routine defusal of a pipe bomb, but his partner misread one of the numbers on the detonator, leading him to cut the wrong wire. Wrecker noticed the mistake and tried to stop him, but it was too late. His partner didn't make it, and neither did the rest of the unit. Wrecker survived, but lost most of his hearing, and all of his vision, in his left ear and eye.

Crosshair, their weapons expert and sniper, wasn't in the navy, but was a scout sniper in the marine corps. The man was born with a cigarette in his mouth and a permanent scowl on his face, and not much is known about his time in the marine corp. However, according to the rumors, his scout sniper platoon was ambushed during a night operation in the tropics. They say he was stranded on one of the islands for thirty-two days before he was found and rescued.

Tech, their cyber intelligence specialist, was part of the cyber command group before he was reassigned to the Bad Batch. While it sounds like a desk job, he was actually involved in combat missions where he provided integrated cyberspace attacks in support of operational plans. Basically, cyber-warfare. Not much is known about what happened to his team, and there aren't many rumors or theories surrounding the circumstances either, so it remains a mystery.

"So," Mira begins with a sly grin, “are you finally going to ask him on a date?”

“Who?” you ask as you pull off the plastic wrap from the condiment containers.

“You know who,” Mira taps your arm. “The smart one with the glasses that you make googly-eyes at whenever he comes in.”

“Oh…” you pause. “That one.”

“Well?” Mira presses while waving a loaf of Italian bread around.

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “Maybe next time.”

“Maybe next time?” Mira scoffs. “Maybe next time? Girl, he could be dead next time!”

You rush to cover her mouth. “Shh! Don’t say that. It’s bad luck.”

Mira mumbles something you can't understand.

"What did you say?" you ask as you remove your hand.

"I said," Mira begins, "they don't need extra help in the bad luck department."

You roll your eyes and return to prepping the deli line for when the shop opens. While it's true that a lot of bad things have happened to the Bad Batch team, none of the members have died themselves. So, is it really the men who carry the bad luck? Or is it another force entirely? You push back the crazy thoughts, because in reality, you're not superstitious, even if Mira tries to convince you otherwise. Instead, you make your conjectures based on the facts in front of you.

One such fact being that the shop opens in ten minutes and there's already a line of hungry sailors outside the locked door waiting to get in. You and Mira exchange a high-five and put on your game faces to tackle the wave of hungry men. There's nothing quite like the midday rush between ten o'clock and two o'clock, but it's even worse when the ships come to port. You know after two o'clock you'll be able to take a well-earned break, but until then it is full-steam ahead.

Sailor after sailor pours into the sandwich shop once you unlock the door. Mira always mans the register and you make the sandwiches. When you first started working at the shop, it was a complete disaster trying to get in sync with each other. There was shouting, crashing into each other, and lettuce all over the floor. But now, the two of you work together like a well-oiled machine, dancing around each other behind the deli line, and communicating like a dream.

Your heart skips a beat when you see the Bad Batch walk into the sandwich shop. The quiet murmurs of the sailors stop for a moment as the SEAL team's stoic presence takes over the atmosphere. The Bad Batch have a big reputation around the base and they've garnered a lot of respect, even from the greenhorns. It's almost like having a few celebrities walk into the shop, but it doesn't last long and the sailors go back to munching and conversing with each other.

You choke down your nerves as they approach the counter and smile. "What can I get for you boys?"

"Large steak and cheese, toasted," Hunter says. "Extra peppers if you can."

"Sure thing," you answer as you make the sandwich. You quickly pop it into the toaster to melt the cheese, then wrap the sandwich in paper, and hand it to Hunter. "One large steak and cheese with extra peppers, warmed, and toasty."

"Thanks, kid," Hunter says before moving down the line to the register.

"Can I get a really large buffalo chicken with extra buffalo sauce?" Wrecker asks excitedly. "And I mean, lots of sauce, and ranch!"

"You got it," you chuckle, then make his sandwich, wrap it up, and hand it to him. "One really large buffalo chicken drowning in buffalo sauce and ranch."

"Aw, yeah!" Wrecker says as he grabs the sandwich. "Thanks a ton!"

You smile and look at your next customer, but he doesn't smile back.

"Large roast beef," Crosshair says. "Make sure the mayo is light and not a single onion touches it."

"Understood," you bristle at his tone, then quickly make his sandwich, wrap it, and hand it to him. "One large roast beef, with a squirt of mayo, and absolutely no onions."

"Finally," Crosshair says as he takes the sandwich. "Someone who can listen."

You let out the breath you were holding in and compose yourself to smile at your next customer.

"Large tuna, please," Echo says. "Extra mayo and no cheese or veggies, if that's alright."

"Not a problem," you answer, then make his sandwich, wrap it up, and hand it to him. "One large tuna, no cheese, no veggies, and extra mayo."

"Thank you, ma'am," Echo says with a nod as he grabs the sandwich and moves down to the register.

"A large cold cut combo, if you please," Tech says. "But I would prefer it if you hold the ham."

"Absolutely," you answer, then make his sandwich, wrap it up, and hand it to him. "One large cold cut combo, but hold my hand."

Tech reaches out to grab the sandwich. "I beg your pardon?"

You look up at him, confused as to what he means. "I'm sorry, did I forget something?"

"You requested that I hold your hand," Tech says. "Are you unwell?"

Your eyes grow wide and your face flushes with heat as you realize the slip of your tongue. "Oh," you stammer. "I'm sorry. I… uh… didn't mean to say… well… I just… um. Have a nice day."

Flustered and embarrassed beyond belief, you rush yourself off the deli line and into the back storage room.

Mira overhears your awkward exchange and waves Tech down to register with a smile. "I can ring you out over here, hon."

Meanwhile, in the storage room, you attempt to pull yourself together. You can't believe you made such a dumb mistake and said something so absentmindedly stupid to the one guy you like, and he's a navy SEAL for crying out loud. He must think you're an idiot, or worse. Although, you're not quite sure what could possibly be worse than being an idiot in front of a man who had perfect scores at the naval academy, but there must be something, and it makes you want to scream.

"Are you doing alright?" Mira asks as she leans against the doorframe to the storage room.

You sigh. "I'll be fine."

Mira walks over to you. "I think I can cheer you up."

"Doubt it," you answer while rubbing your hands against your face.

Mira smiles and pulls out a sticky note. "I got you a date with that smart guy you like."

You peek out through your fingers. "You what?"

"I set you up on a date with Tech," Mira repeats as she waves the sticky note around.

"How did��"

"Ah, ah," Mira stops you. "It's a secret. And by a secret, I mean I just asked him."

Your jaw drops as you throw her an incredulous look. Was it really that easy? All you had to do was ask? Seriously? You're shocked that Mira had the audacity to ask Tech to go on a date with you, but you're even more shocked that he actually said yes. You're not sure how to process this new information, or if you'll ever get your heart to beat normally again. All at once, feelings of excitement and panic intermingle in your stomach and you feel like you're going to be sick.

"Here are the details," Mira hands you the sticky note, a big grin still plastered on her face. "Don't be late."

You take the sticky note from her, and she goes back to the front to continue taking care of the customers. You look at what's written on the small piece of paper, and it's a time and place. The park bench at 1900 hours. You count backwards on your fingers to seven o'clock. Even though you've been working on the base for two years, you still haven't gotten used to military time. You look up at the clock on the wall and see it is two o'clock. At least you have time to get ready.

You spend the rest of your shift trying not to let your nerves get the better of you. You busy yourself with everything possible; to the point where you've swept the floor and wiped the counter ten times already. But you can't help it. You're excited and nervous about your date with Tech. You're not even sure if you know how to go on a date, considering it's been so long since you've been on one yourself. However, you have Mira to help you, so it won't be that bad.

Once your shift is over, the shop has been cleaned and the front door locked, Mira helps you get ready for your date. You explain to her how you feel nervous and how you're worried that you might say something wrong or he might think you're stupid. Mira just smiles and listens as you ramble on, offering the occasional encouragement here and there as she helps you put your hair up. Luckily, you wore some decent clothes today so you don't have to go home and change.

After you're ready, Mira gives you a big hug and a few words of advice. "Just be yourself and you'll be fine."

"Thanks," you say, then separate from the hug.

"Go get em'!" Mira shouts as you open the door to leave.

You turn around, smile, and wave goodbye. Mira knows that you'll call her as soon as the date is over to give her all of the juicy details, but you're happy she's here right now to cheer you on. You close the door to the shop behind you and take a deep breath of the evening air. It's still daylight, since it's summer, and because it's later in the day, you're not worried about sweating or becoming gross from the heat. Steeling yourself, you walk to the park to meet Tech for your date.

As you approach the specified meeting place, you see Tech sitting on one of the benches under a tree. Your heart flutters and your stomach flips as your nerves flare throughout your veins. You try your best to breathe through the anxiety, and you swallow back your fear as you approach him. He acknowledges your presence but doesn't say anything, and then you sit down next to him. You both sit in silence and you fidget with your fingers while trying to think of something to say.

"I–" you both start to say, then stop.

"You first," you both say again, then stop.

You giggle, which helps break the ice. "I've never been good at conversation."

"Neither have I," Tech admits. "However, your colleague was most pleasurable to speak with."

"Oh," you say. "Yeah, Mira is great."

"That is not to say that you also will not be pleasurable to speak with," Tech adds.

You pause for a second as you try to process his words. "Can you say that again, but slower?"

"My sincerest apologies," Tech says. "My military duties require precision of language and I will admit that I get carried away with my verbiage. However, my team finds my speech pattern to be complicated as well, so I would not feel disheartened by your lack of comprehension."

"Uh, thanks," you say. "I think."

"Perhaps I should begin again," Tech says as he reaches out his hand. "I am Tech and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

You smile, shake his hand, and offer your name as well.

Your evening with Tech becomes more smooth as you continue chatting on the bench. Your conversation is filled with quirks from the both of you, as well as giggles from your side, and confused looks from Tech. However, it's nice chatting with someone like him. His speech skills really are incredible and it makes sense why he graduated top of his class at the naval academy. You find him endearing, and the way he gets passionate when he speaks makes you smile.

You carry on your conversation with him for as long as you can; until the sun sets and the lampposts in the park illuminate the walkways for the late night passerby. As much as you don't want to call it a night and leave, you can't help but stifle a small yawn. You try to hide it, but during your brief time with Tech, you've realized that not much goes unnoticed by him. Just thinking about it makes you yawn again, but this time not so subtly, and Tech takes note.

"Perhaps we should adjourn for the night," Tech says. "Your oral reflex and deep inhalation indicates that you are fatigued."

"My what?" you ask.

"You yawned," Tech explains.

"Oh," you chuckle. "I guess I am getting pretty tired. It was a long day at the shop."

"I concur," Tech says as he gets up from the bench. "I assume you will be at your employment establishment tomorrow as well?"

You get up from the bench and stretch your arms over your head. "You would assume correctly."

"Through the power of deduction, will you also be available after you have concluded your assigned duties at said establishment?" Tech asks.

You smile. "Why, yes. That will be the case."

"Then I would like to formally invite you to participate in another mutual discussion tomorrow," Tech says.

"I accept," you answer. "Same time, same place?"

"Indubitably," Tech answers.

"Does that mean yes?" you ask, not understanding the word.

"Without a doubt," Tech explains.

You smile. "Good night, Tech."

"Good night," Tech says. "Pleasantest of endogenous sensory experiences."

You snort and decide to look that one up when you get home, but only after you call Mira and tell her about the wonderful time you had with Tech, as well as the prospect of seeing him again tomorrow. Although, you highly doubt you'll be able to sleep tonight, since your body feels too giddy and excited to calm down and relax. Mira was right. Life is too short to put off doing things you're scared of, because tomorrow is not promised to anyone, and today is all you may have.

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warsamongthestars · 5 days

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Honestly you are so right. I never thought about it like that.

Having recently rewatch TBB from their introduction episode in TCW, i kept going "what the hell".

Admittingly, i did NOT like them at first. I enjoyed the other clones, but i just.. couldn't care until after s1 of TBB and even then, only S2 made me fall in love and S3 made me dwell deeper.

But rewatching TCW episodes... i can see why. Its not just that its different writing, that whole episode was INCREDIBLY cheesy, they were cheesy. And whats funny is i don't think they're too bad after their introduction episode.. but its like. They all fit into their sterotypes first episode, but TBB actually gave them personalities i feel, so when rewatching their introduction... it feels.. Not super iconic, sorry if that is an unpopular opinion.

Like their poses and first fight is really cool, but the whole conversation they have not only implies what you said, but also comes off as "edgelord 10 y/o boy who has watched way too many adventure movies". Which i get they were trying to be show offs as well as show the audience they are extreme.

But it just.. comes across as goofy to me.

and to be clear, i know star wars in general can be seen as cheesy, I'm not knocking down cheesy-ness, and i love most TCW episodes new and old, but i think thats why it bothers me ? I don't remember feeling "oh thats cheesy" in a negative light in any other episode, even with other series.

Sorry that this got long !!!!!

Damn, first ask. XD

Thank you for that! But uh...

... The irony here is that I have to disagree. I liked them in TCWs over TBB, and I wanted to see more of what the TCWshow's BBs had to offer.

I went the old fashioned way of watching TCWs (For the clones, I don't care that much about Jedi stories), and by the time I reached S7, they were announcing TBBshow. I had the build up from that, to reach the momentum and when I made it to the Bad Batch Arc, it was like falling in love with clones all over again.

Cliche in function, yes, by all viewing they fullfill their cliches.

But let me point out something that occurs in character writing--How the character acts to their friends, will be different with how the character acts to their coworkers, and how they act to their own families, to how they act to strangers. This is part of how you create a 3-Dimensional Character.

So my interpretation is different. Here's how my thought process went.

What we saw in TCWs, was merely how the BBs act when acting under officers (Coworkers) they didn't know (Strangers).

( Wrecker starts enthusiastic but "dumb" muscle, but as the Arc went on, he actually mellowed out. Showing that while he's excitable, he's not actually as excitable as what he introduced himself as. He's clever not "dumb muscle", he's multi-capable (he's the second pilot of the Marauder), he's in more control of himself than anyone on the team (hence that when he lifts Jesse up, Jesse is fine afterwards, when by that point we've seen that he lifts ships--he could've easily hurt Jesse but he didn't))

Given they don't look or act like clones, and looking and acting like clones is expected in their position or risk removal, they were effectively playing themselves up as their "cliches" in order to sell their skills and avoid unnecessary or even dangerous questions.

( Hunter is constantly snarky and never directly answers anything about "who you report to" or "how many missions you were on". But at the start, he was promoting the hell out of his unit's capabilities. )

The Bad Batch were a series of characters that bounced off each other beautifully. Its something everyone noticed about them.

(From Crosshair using Tech's shoulder as a mount, to Wrecker tossing Hunter up, to Hunter and Crosshair's subtle backing each other up, to Wrecker quoting Tech. )

Their group dynamics are part of their greatest strength as a set of characters.

With the introduction of Echo, who unlike in TBB, Echo was enthusiastic and clever and crafty, with a playful sense of humor (not unlike how he started as a character in TCWs).

You've got an excellent addition to a group that already has strong character dynamics.

Echo, having been an Audience Surrogate Character for Clones in TCWs, would've easily been the main POV of whatever BB show came out of TCWs. Because he can ask the questions the audience would ask, and Echo is a familiar character with years of backing that the audience would be familiar with.

So you're right, in my book, about TCWshow. Though how I view how right you are is different because of my subtext.

The Bad Batch Arc of TCWs was a Good, if a bit trippy, Start, and not a finisher for the team. After all, all introductions tend to be rather clumsy (just ask TCWs' pilot film).

Which laid in the implication that we're going to Get that Finisher. And the journey.

But when we hit TBB... Then turned the nuance surface of TCWs Bad Batch, and either cut it out, or dumbed it down, or in two cases, changed it entirely.

( TCWs Hunter was a snarky worrywort who let his brothers do the actions while he stays in the corner, but he's dragged out because he's the "Sergeant". TBB Hunter is a stoic quiet type who wants order and control. TCWs Hunter and TBB Hunter are two entirely different characters. In fact, if I may speculate fan wise, TBB Hunter would be the kind of person that would cause TCWs Hunter to Shutdown... and we have evidence of this from TCWs; where Rex gets into Hunter's face, and Hunter shutsdown entirely until after the scene change. )

( Wrecker got dumbed down. That Explosive Enthusiasm he played up, became his defining feature (They effectively pulled a misfandom on their own original creation). While they did show he does have vulnerabilities and some of that TCWs cleverness... it often got overshadowed. )

( They removed Crosshair and broke the group dynamic, destroying the strongest part of their characters, which was their interactions with each other. )

( Echo went from Enthusiastic, Clever and Humor, to Just Bitchy. They didn't bring back his other facet at all. And mid way through TBB, they removed his character--effectively making anything about him a moot point. It nullified his introduction into the BBs )

( And I'm not going to go into a tyraid here about Omega. )

And suddenly, there wasn't any nuance anymore, because the BBs acted the same everywhere they went. There wasn't any developments, because the BBs didn't discuss anything for the audience to know.

Maybe a dramatic glance in the distance--but that's more Cliche than their character archetypes. Character Archetypes, no matter how obvious, can shift and change as they Develop.

But there's no character developing in TBB that doesn't involve how the show broke what made them strong characters to begin with.

Its like trying to make a house, but the foundation is the ceiling and attic, and the "ceiling" is the 3000 tons of solid fucking concrete.

The story, which was about how the Empire rose from the Republic, was literally elsewhere, so there was nothing that spurred the characters to do anything that involved the plot.

Now as you can prolly guess by this point, I'm very very keen on Character Driven stories, and I pay attention to character. While I treat all things as a "fan-fiction" (Given that fan-fiction shows the effort it takes to create a story or create anything), when it comes to officially published stuffed--so with teams, and a budget, and hired people to do the work--I expect the "fan-fiction" to go up in quality, to follow the format and standard set up and simply either stick to it or surpass it.

I think TBBshow was too clumsy, too fragmented, and far too shiny, for what it had. Having a small part of the metaphorical quilt work, doesn't subtract from the fact that the rest of the quilt is full of holes.

Have small good points, I'm afraid, doesn't make up for the fact that it was overall, a poorly written show that bites its prior series' hand.

It just means that, now, you have to steal the good points to add to whatever BBsquad exists in one's mind.

You take the part of the quilt that works... and make your own Quilt, and damn whoever fucked up the first job.

#ask #star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars the bad batch #the clone wars #the bad batch #hunter clone wars #hunter bad batch #wrecker clone wars #wrecker bad batch #crosshair clone wars #echo clone wars #echo bad batch #analysis #critical analysis #construction and deconstruction

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Star Wars: The Clone Wars Incorrect Quotes As Said By My Friends

Ahsoka [about Barriss]: I was friends with a murderer... ------ Anakin: Okay, we're not gonna eat cucumbers today Obi-Wan: Those are celery Anakin: It's the same thing ------ Obi-Wan [about Anakin]: Is he making a second Orbees pool? I swear, if he's making a second Orbees pool... ------ Anakin: I did jiu jitsu! I'm so smart! - [ten seconds later] Rex [about Anakin]: Anndddd...he's on the ground ------ Echo: Well, we should either video this...or- Fives: No. There's no other option. We're just gonna record it. ------ Obi-Wan: You just went from pop to Beethoven. ------ Ahsoka: Why did you use such a big knife for a strawberry? Anakin: It's the only one we had left! ------ Echo: They're already dead! You can't assassinate someone if they're already dead, Fives! ------ Kix: I can't wait to go to forensic science. And we're gonna look at more femurs and pelvises and humeruses. ------ Tech: The people in my physics class didn't know what a kriffing seagull was! ------ Kix: Wait, go back. That one. That one's the medkit because that's the symbol for bacta. Jesse: Wait, you know what bacta is? Kix, the literal medic for the 501st: *looks into the camera like on The Office* ------ Wrecker: And then they set the place on fire! It was hilarious! ------ Cody: My entire life is a joke. ------ Fives: I knew. I was just making sure that you knew that I knew. ------ Boost: WHY DO I ALWAYS PUT THESE SOCKS ON INSIDE OUT?! ------ Fives: Where's the cleaner? Echo: In the other room. Fives: This thing? The thing that looks like a goose? ----- *toilet flushes* Hardcase: HIYAHHH Jesse, walking out of the bathroom: *shrieks* ------ Fives: You want me to think? Do you know how dangerous that is for me to do? ------ Anakin: Chartreuse? It's a yellow-green. I learned that from Blue's Clues. And the color was chosen by a cat named Periwinkle. ------ Tech: I have no idea how football works. It's like "throw the ball, touchdown! 5 points!" The rest of the Bad Batch: Uhhhh, it's 6 points. Tech: Wait, a touchdown is 6 points? I thought it was five points! ------ Obi-Wan [to Anakin]: Do you see what Yoda says? Yoda is right. ------ Cody, reading paperwork: WHERE DOES IT SAY KRIFFIN' WALT DISNEY? ------ Anakin: Charge your phone, woman. ------ Hardcase: Oh, I knew a horse that did that! Jesse: That horse was autistic.

(Part 2, coming soon!)

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This has been languishing in my drafts for a while but with the new season of The Bad Batch being dropped today, I thought maybe it would be a good time to discuss...

The Actual and Potential Star Wars References in Final Fantasy VIII

Preface: For your standard nerd, I was a very late bloomer when it came to Star Wars. The first piece of Star Wars media I actually got into was Clone Wars when I was in my mid-twenties. So the first time my husband saw me play Final Fantasy VIII, he kept saying "That's a Star Wars reference!" and I was like "pffft, no way, not everything is Star Wars."

Now revisiting this game as someone who is so into Star Wars I can give you a 60-slide PowerPoint on why I love Thrawn (recent book series version) and identify characters by just their lightsaber, I can tell you: This game has many connections to Star Wars. Honestly, I will probably miss some in this post.

And it is a long one.

But first, the spiritual connection

We all know that the Final Fantasy series is peppered with Star Wars references; perhaps most notably, Biggs and Wedge. However, I like to think the connection between FFVIII and Star Wars is a little deeper.

FFVIII and the first installment of the Star Wars prequel movies, Episode I: The Phantom Menace, both came out in 1999, which means they were both being produced around the same time. They were both extremely ambitious projects in their field. But I think one of the strongest connections is that both the movie and FFVIII were pioneers in utilizing motion capture technology, and, in doing so, completely changed their medium. (If you want to learn more about the importance of motion capture in the history of Star Wars media, I highly recommend the podcast The Redemption of Jar Jar Binks.)

This may be controversial, and I adore Episodes 1, 2 and 3 so I mean this is the utmost affection, but I kind of think of FFVIII as the "Prequels" of the Final Fantasy series. The Star Wars prequel films were reviled by long-time fans of the IP when they were first released, because they seemed silly, because they deviated from what people were used to from the series, because they took big swings, because the dialogue was a little clunky at times, because the nuance of the characters and the politics was lost on some. But, the Prequels are now being appreciated, mostly by those who grew up with them. Sound familiar?

Onto the in-game connections!

I am going to try to move from the connections that I am most certain are intended to least certain.

Biggs and Wedge. This serially demoted bumbling duo from the Galbadian army share names with Biggs Darklighter and Wedge Antilles--two Red Squadron pilots who fight alongside Luke Skywalker.

Piet. Or should I say Piett? The space guy in FFVIII is named after the Imperial Officer Fleet Admiral Firmus Piett.

Only one of the most iconic lines in Star Wars history. When Squall goes to retrieve Ellone from the library mid-disk 2, Squall is spinning out and asks "why me?" As Ellone is leaving, she says under her breath, "You're my only hope." Um, Obi Kenobi called, he wants his Leia recording back.

EXCUSE ME, BUT IS THAT A TIE FIGHTER? Nope, that's a spaceship we briefly see when we are getting into the Lunar Base on disk 3.

Lunar Cry is a deep, deep, deep cut? Screen Rant calls this the biggest FFVIII allision to Star Wars, but I am not familiar with the comic being referenced. It's still interesting though so I'll pull the quote:

The biggest Star Wars allusion in this Final Fantasy game, however, involves the Lunar Cry phenomenon which works similarly to the pull of the tides. The gravitational pull between the moon and planet occasionally brings about the Lunar Cry, where the moon's surface becomes so saturated with monsters, that it creates a gateway for monsters to fall on and attack the planet. This is a direct parallel to how the Beast Wars started in the Dark Horse comic miniseries, Star Wars: Tales of the Jedi, in which the planet of Onderon and its moon - Dxun - would connect once a year during their orbit. The native monsters of Dxun learned to use the "oxygen bridge" created from this occurrence to travel to Onderon which inevitably resulted in the Beast Wars.

NORG and Jabba. I think they look alike but also have similarities in the way they move and speak.

Martine and Nida. The Headmaster of the Galbadian Garden is named "Martine" in the English version because perhaps it was too obvious to call him "Dodonna" like he was in other translations. Jan Dodonna was one of the first generals to join the rebel alliance in Star Wars. Nida is a bit of a stretch (and honestly I didn't know this one until I looked it up) but there is a character by the name of Lorth Needa who is an imperial lieutenant commander. Like Nida, he controls a big ship (Imperial Star Destroyer Avenger) during an important battle (the Battle of Hoth).

"You can go about your business." I am pretty sure this is just part of a larger trope, but Galbadian soldiers and Storm Troopers are characterized very similarly. They are always masked, ineffectual, silly, and easily manipulated. Plus the soldiers are very weak in battle. Maybe they miss a lot of their shots?

Probably not references, but interesting parallels

Mysterious parentage/separation from sibling leads to epic destiny. Squall grew up an orphan. Being disconnected from his parents and a secure sense of home, along with living in that particular orphanage, made Squall, well, Squall. And then of course is his canon event of being separated from Ellone. Those beginnings set him on his path toward his fate. His mother is dead, possibly dying in childbirth (like Padme), he has forgotten his sister (Luke just doesn't know), and his father, not aware of his existence, is at the helm of a powerful "empire" (like Anakin/Vader). Of course, Laguna's character arc is much different from Anakin's, but I can still see a sort of "Luke, I am your father" moment happening between Squall and Laguna post-game. (Side note: Does that make Kiros and Ward R2-D2 and C-3PO???)

Gold eyes = evil. Palpatine and Anakin (as Sith lords) and Edea (when under Ultimecia's control) and Ultimecia all have gold eyes. Adel is my c-c-c-combo breaker here but I also know there are other evil characters throughout the Star Wars canon that have red eyes. (NOBODY SAY THRAWN.)

SPACCCCEE! Just space. While I am out here Charlie-Day-murder-boarding it (again) I might as well throw this in. Also, sorry sequels, but Rinoa did floating out in space and surviving because of an unseen power (the force of love?) first.

EZRA BRIDGER HAS A GUNBLADE!!! In Star Wars Rebels, Jedi-in-training (AND ORPHAN) Ezra Bridger builds his first lightsaber to have a blaster at the hilt. Also, he later gets a facial scar.

A character's home gets blown up. Sorry Trabia and Alderaan. :(

Idk, I need to look more into this but something about Esthar reminds me of Coruscant. Anybody else get that vibe?

So there you have it! My Venn Diagram of two of my favorite things. That's all the conspiracies I have time for today. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

Edited for typos. Of which there were many. My apologies.

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How do we move on?

Summary: You and the Batch have decided to head to Eriadu in hopes of tracking down the location of Doctor Hemlock and maybe have a chance at saving Crosshair. But you have a bad feeling about this. After the whole thing goes down, you’ll need the help of your family to face the consequences.

Pairing: Tech x Reader

Word count: 2,2k

Warnings: this one is preatty heavy on the angst: major character death, grief, mourning (this contains spoilers)

Notes: This one is ONE SAD BOI. This honestly was inspired from my own recent experience with grief, including a few quotes that I myself have said. So this is slightly self-indulgent in that sense. I'm already working on part 2 so I hope to have that out soon.

I really hope you, dear reader, enjoy this (I really want to write for the other boys as well). As always if you spot any mistakes, please feel free to warn me and I'll correct it right away, and feedback is always welcome and appreciated.

Reader’s gender not specified.

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“Tech, come in! Tech, what’s going on?!”

Only static greeted your ears.

“Hunter?!” you shouted into the commlink yet again “Wrecker? Anyone?”

No one was answering.

“Does anyone copy?!” your chest tightened, a horrible feeling washing over you.

The Batch had decided that the best course of action if you even hoped to find Crosshair was to fly to Eriadu and sneak into Tarkin's base, planting a tracker onto Hemlock’s ship. You had protested from the beginning, sensing something was off.

“Tech?” as you were preparing to leave Pabu you had wandered outside where he stood, nose glued to his datapad.

“Hmm?”

You walked up to him until your toes touched, something you always did when you wanted his full attention. This was your way of letting Tech know what you had to say was important, which he always respected.

“What is it?” he asked, lowering his datapad.

You sighed. You didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, to spoil the only chance you might have to save their brother, your friend, but something was gnawing in your stomach, telling you not to go.

“Should we really be doing this?”

His face twisted into one of confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“This… mission.” crossing your arms, you averted your gaze, looking anywhere but at him. “I know this is our only option in order to save Cross, but…”

Trailing off, you shrugged, chewing at your lower lip, a bad habit you had picked up during the war and the goggled clone often scolded you about.

“But…?”

You closed your eyes, leaning only slightly closer to him, and took a deep breath.

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

It was Tech’s turn to sigh.

“I know this mission could be potentially dangerous,” he placed a comforting, yet slightly patronizing hand on your shoulder “but from an objective point of view all of our missions are.”

“Potentially dangerous?” you scoffed, dodging away from him, his arm falling limp by his side “Tech, this isn’t like blowing up some clankers, o-or racing on Safa Toma. T-This is real. We’re infiltrating an Imperial Base holding some of their highest ranking officers, we-” you tried swallowing around the lump in your throat.

“Well, yes, but we have done much-” he adjusted his goggles before preparing to launch into a long explanation that most likely involved statistics of some sort. However, he must have caught something in your expression, some hidden feeling deep in your eyes, that made him pause.

Taking a hold of your elbow, his touch so gentle you almost mistook it for the wind, he seeked your gaze, trying to get you to look at him.

“What is this really about?” he questioned, his voice soft.

Your lower lip quivered. How could he not see it?

“I’m scared, Tech.”

His eyes softened. The smallest of sighs left his lips as he gently held your chin with his forefinger and his thumb, tilting your head to look right into his eyes.

“I know you are concerned. But you do not need to worry.” the corners of his lips lifted into a small smile “I won’t let anything happen to you, dear.”

You chuckled humorlessly, tears brimming in your eyes.

“It’s not me I’m worried about.”

Tech’s grip on your face tightened just a fraction. His eyes, on the other hand, softened even more.

“I know that you care for our safety. But if we want to retrieve Crosshair, it’s a risk that we have to take.”

A lone tear made its way down your face. Then another. Tech moved his other hand to cradle your cheek, his thumb slowly collecting fallen tears as they escaped your eyes.

“At least let me come with you.” you whispered.

As the team’s medic (and the only person Tech minimally trusted not to wreck the Marauder) you often stayed on the ship as the getaway pilot, prepared to take off at a minute’s notice. But this time you had an awful feeling telling you to be there with them. To keep them safe.

He closed his eyes briefly before looking at you again, his eyes the most sincere you had ever seen.

“You can’t. As our medic, it is in our best interest that you stay away from- that you stay on the ship.” he stuttered, like he was stalling “We need you safe. I-” his breath hitched almost imperceptibly “ I need you safe.”

A sob clawed its way up your throat, but you suppressed it. Trying to blink away your tears you stepped back from him, before jumping into his arms. You knew Tech wasn’t one for physical touch, but you couldn’t hold back anymore. If there was a chance you might not see him again, you needed this.

“Then promise me you’ll be careful.”

His arms, first tense and unsure, slowly curled around you, bringing you closer to him. His face nuzzled into the side of your head, so you felt more than you heard when he whispered:

“I promise.”

Now though you wished you had argued harder, that you had gone with them. A massive explosion had just gone off inside the base and you couldn’t get in touch with any of them, and you were starting to panic. Breathing deeply through your nose, you started a counting exercise the head doctor had taught you when you were training to become an issued GAR medic. You couldn’t lose it now, they might need you at any moment. Perhaps the empire had just jammed their communications after the explosive went off.

Just then you heard the sound of blaster fire in the distance. Looking out the Marauder’s windshield, you could see a few figures running in your direction. They were quickly followed by white armored soldiers, firing at them. Grabbing your blaster, you punched the controls to lower the ship’s ramp and quickly fired at the troopers that were trying to hurt your family.

With your help, the Batch managed to board the ship safely. Wrecker rushed in, carrying an unconscious Omega to the bunks in the back, quickly followed by an injured Hunter and an out of breath Echo.

“Echo, grab the controls.” Hunter ordered.

“What happened? What’s the damage, Sarge?” you asked the same question you always greeted them with when they came back from a mission while already fetching the medpack. Then something occurred to you “Where’s Tech?”

You could see Hunter’s shoulders tense, but he didn’t answer you, still barking orders at Echo, who was busy engaging the engines.

“Get to Ord Mantell. AZI can help her.”

“Hunter!” you shouted, walking up to the sergeant “Where is Tech?!”

Hunter finally looked at you, his expression solemn. He didn’t need to say anything. You knew.

“We have to go back.” you whispered, voice growing agitated with newfound desperation “We have to go back! Echo, turn this ship around!”

“Wait-” Hunter tried to stop you, but you only walked closer to the cockpit.

“We have to go back!” you shouted, growing more and more desperate as you noticed the ship had already left the planet’s atmosphere and Echo was getting ready to jump into hyperspace “We have to go back for Tech! We have to go get him!”

Hunter enveloped you in his arms, restraining you to prevent you from reaching for the controls. You struggled against him, frantically trying to get to the pilot’s seat.

“We have to get Tech! We have to go back!” your own voice sounded foreign in your ears and your words didn’t make sense to yourself anymore. All you could hear was a loud ringing, accompanied by a pressure in the back of your skull. You couldn’t breathe, your chest felt like it was collapsing into itself and every breath was too arduous to take. You just had to reach the controls. Once you did, you’d turn the ship around and everything would be alright again.

“Wrecker!” you faintly heard Hunter call out, but it was muffled, like you were underwater.

You registered something cold and sharp being pressed against your neck, but when you realized what it was, you were already slipping into unconsciousness.

When you came to, you were laying in a bed. The mattress was on the harder side, stiffness creeping onto your back. You sat up, still groggy, taking in your surroundings. It was a room, small, stuffy, warm. Then you noticed. In the corner, under the desk, was a can of black paint. Something sparked in your memory, you helping a certain goggled man to paint over the red stripe on his helmet. This was the room Tech often bunked in while in Cid’s parlor on Ord Mantell.

“You’re awake!” you heard an excited, albeit only slightly, voice speak from the doorway, turning to see Wrecker sticking his head out into the hallway “Hunter, get in here!”

When he turned back to you, you startled, eyes widening at his appearance. His neck was encased in a cervical collar and, you frowned, his eyes were missing their usual glint.

Hunter came rushing in, a look of relief settling on his features when he laid his eyes on you. You noticed that he, too, was covered in bandages.

“Good to see you up, doc.” he muttered.

“What happened?” you asked, even though you were certain you wouldn’t like the answer.

“The mission was compromised.” he explained vaguely.

“No, Hunter.” you hissed through gritted teeth. “What happened to Tech?”

Hunter sighed, sharing a glance with Wrecker that made your blood run cold.

“He initiated plan 99.”

Your heart sank. Plan 99. The one plan the Batch had never, ever considered using, and you genuinely hoped never would.

Leave one of our own behind.

Named after the one clone whose sacrifice meant saving the entire base back on Kamino, plan 99 was only supposed to be a contingency plan. A hypothetical, far away idea, not… not this. Not this very real, very tangible, thick, gross feeling.

You felt a gentle, large hand being placed on your shoulder, only now noticing the tears streaming down your face.

“I’m sorry, doc.” Wrecker whispered, his face reflecting the very same heartbreak that was probably etched onto your own features.

Your chest ached. Your lungs felt like they were on fire. Your heart, on the other hand, felt both hollow and extremely heavy at the same time. Your heartstrings felt like they were about to snap.

Sitting down next to you, Hunter pulled you into his arms, hiding your sobs from the galaxy. Wrecker, ever the gentle giant, sat on the other side of you, draping himself over your back in a protective hug. And you cried.

You sobbed, like you never had before. You screamed until your throat felt raw. You cried. That’s all you did for a while. And just for a little while, nothing else mattered, except for your tears, streaming down your face, and the tears of your friends, your brothers, who finally decided to let go and just feel. To truly feel what they hadn’t allowed themselves to feel until now, too preoccupied in getting Omega to safety. To feel the gaping absence of one of theirs.

Once your tears ran dry, you lifted your head from Hunter’s chest, and instantly wished you hadn’t. You caught a quick glimpse of your own reflection on the small mirror over the desk and hated what you saw. Staring back at you was someone ugly. A disfigured non-person, a shade of who you once were, it looked like you, except it was hideous and broken. Disgusted with what you saw, you turned back to Hunter to ask about Echo and Omega as something dawned on you.

“I-I never-” you whimpered, your breath hitching in your throat “I never got to tell him…”

You trailed off, a fresh wave of tears burning in your eyes.

“Trust me,” Hunter interrupted “he knew.”

“W-what?” you asked.

“You didn’t have to say it. He knew. He always knew.” he sighed, looking far away “And he wasn’t the best with words, you know that, so he never said it either. But he loved you too.”

Your heart clenched painfully in your chest.

“H-how?”

Wrecker let out a tiny laugh.

“He’s Tech.” he smiled down at you “He was the smartest of us all.”

Wrecker paused, before smiling sadly at you.

“He also said he was sorry.” he shrugged “For not keeping his promise.”

You fell silent, a million and one questions flowing through your mind. He loved you too. He was sorry. He was gone.

“How do we move on from this?” you questioned, your voice quiet, almost as small as you felt in that moment.

Hunter shook his head.

“I- I don’t know.” he whispered, defeated. You knew him well enough to know he felt like he failed as a leader, something you knew wasn’t true.

You glanced away from them, closing your eyes and letting out a shaky exhale. Just then you felt your hand being enveloped in another, warm one.

“But whatever happens next,” Hunter continued “whatever we do, we’ll figure it out together.”

As Wrecker also grabbed your other hand, you laid your head on his shoulder, suddenly feeling crushed by the weight of it all. The man you loved most in the whole galaxy was dead, and he didn’t even get to say goodbye. You didn’t know if you could come back from this.

But you were willing to try. As long as you had your family with you.

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Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior * Bad Batch Edition

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Chapter Four - Nerf Nuggets

Finally back on the ship we are all able to take a deep breath. Hunter looks back from the pilot seat and I nod at him. I turn to Tech, "Did you want help properly setting that?" I ask gesturing to his leg. "What happened?" Wrecker asks. "It's a rather long story and yes, I'll take the help" Tech replies. He throws an arm over my shoulder and I help him to where they keep the med supplies. He sits down and begins to take off his armor, while I dig through the closet. I pull out a batca patch - which honestly will do nothing but hopefully help with the pain - and supplies to set his leg. "You were a great help to us today" he says holding the support in place while I apply the tape around his leg. "I'm sure you guys would have been fine without me. You seem quite capable" I quirk a brow, quoting him from earlier. He laughs but it cut off by a grunt of pain. "Ni ceta (sorry)" I say not realizing how rough I might be, being. "It's quite alright" he says pushing his goggles back up on his face. "You should be all good now" I say finishing up. "Thanks again" he says looking up at me from his seat. "Ba'gedet'ye (You're welcome)" I nod. I help Tech to his bunk so he can relax.

I grab my buy'ce (helmet) off the bunk - well Hunter's bunk - that I was offered. I hear loud scorning and turn to see Wrecker passed out, one leg off the bed and an arm over his face. I laugh and head towards the cockpit. Echo and Hunter quiet when I approach. "Don't stop just because I'm here" I joke. Echo looks at me and smiles before getting up, "You can sit here, I'm going to try and get some rest." I nod at him as he goes. Curious about the more quiet one I can't help but take a seat. I study the side of his face I can see - which truth be told - he's not bad looking. He's got longer brown hair, 5 o'clock shadow, honey brown eyes that could pierce your soul, but part of me wishes it was the otherside of his face....the tattoo, Maker it's so attractive. He shifts - probably feeling uncomfortable because I'm staring, "Echo told me....What you did for them...for Omega." I look forward and lean back in the chair. "It was what anyone would have done" I say matter of factly. He gives me a look out of the corner of his eye, but I notice he doesn't look away. I close my eyes and tip my head back. Now whose staring. "Something I can do for you Sarge?" I ask a playful smile dancing across my face. Another moment of silence goes by, I open my eyes and glance in his direction, this time he's looking forward. I close my eyes again and end up falling asleep.

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When I wake up, I'm staring at the grey ceiling. Uh alright this is definitely not where I remembered being before I fell asleep. I roll over noticing I'm on a bunk....Hunter's bunk. How in Haran (hell) did I get here? I wracked my brain but don't remember getting up or laying on a bunk. I hop down and look around noticing 1) We've landed on Ord Mantell and 2) the ships empty. I grab my few belongings and off the ship. Still none of the clones in sight so I decide to head to CID's. Maker Cid is not going to be happy. I'm also not going to get paid now. Osik (shit).

I head down the steps into the Cantina and for once this place is quiet. I see Omega and Wrecker playing Dejarik, Echo and Tech are talking to Hunter. Omega is the first one to notice me, "There she is! I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to get up!". Thankfully I have my buy'ce (Helmet) on otherwise I probably would look like an animal in speeder headlights. I can't honestly say the last time I slept that good. I could use a shower though. I head over to Hunter, "Where's Cid? She's probably pissed." As if on que she comes bursting from her office, "Alright lets get to work here shall we. Oh look who finally decided to join us." She says putting he hands on her hips. "That last job wasn't on us-" I start before she cuts me off. "I know, I know but I've got something else." "Who says I want another job?" I sass. "You technically still owe me" Cid gives me a nasty look. "Fine" I say following her. "You too, Bandana. I've got a job for you two. Should be easy enough." Cid gestures at Hunter.

"This one is easy I promise. All I need you two to do, is pick up 50 cases of Nerf nuggets and get them to their destination." Cid explains. "You're joking right.....You want him - a highly trained clone with enhance senses - and me - a skilled Mandalorian warrior - to make a milk run?" I sass gesturing between Hunter and myself. He huffed out small laugh I almost missed. "Don't you think thats over kill?" I think about it for a second "You know what? Never mind I'm sure it's as bad as it sounds. But please continue." Cid gives me a look, "You'll need to leave tonight to pick them up. Here are the details." She hands Hunter a datapad with the information on it. "To think we could just relax for one day" I shake my head. "Alright now get out" Cid says being....well...Cid. Hunter and I leave her officer and the rest of the group gathers around. "Where are you guys going? Can we come with you?" Omega asks trying to see what's on the datapad. "No, Raven and I are leaving tonight we should be back in 2 rotations. Stay here and stay out of trouble" Hunter commands the group. "Roger" Omega says sadly. She throws her arms around me, "Stay safe okay?" She says looking up at me. Her actions caught me by surprise, I pat her on the back - with my buy'ce under the other arm - "I'll be fine. Besides I've got Bandana here as a copilot." Hunter scoffs at the nickname.

I get myself cleaned up in one of the spare rooms Cid has upstairs. Feeling refreshed I come back down to catch up with Hunter and we argue over whose ship we are going to take, who is going to pilot, and who is going to be 'on the ground' to make contact - Literally thats the most I've heard him talk since I've been here. Which ended in me...here...in dark grey skinny jeans, combat boots, a fitted maroon tank top, and black leather jacket - not that I'm entirely complaining because this outfit feels great - it's just not beskar. I come back out of the fresher with my armor in a backpack slung over my shoulder, pulling my hair out of the braid, grumbling. "You're so pretty" Omega says stopping me in my tracks. My long blonde hair falls in my face and I give the group - who is now staring - a nervous smile. Omega looks at her brothers who have said nothing, "Doesn't she?" She prods. "Pretty...cool!" Wrecker says loudly patting me on the shoulder as he continues by. The others go back to what they were doing but Hunter is still starting, "This gunna work for you Sarge?" I ask, wondering if there's a problem. "Uh, yeah. That's fine" he says trying to act relaxed. I quirk a brow at him, "We should probably get going."

Hunter says his goodbyes and we head to the Marauder. I settle in, putting my backpack where Omega sleeps before taking the co-pilot seat. I watch as Hunter programs the hyperdrive and preps the ship to take off. We sit in silence for a while and I watch as Ord Mantell becomes smaller and smaller until we are out of the atmosphere. "All of this for her huh?" I ask trying to break the silence. He hums in response, "She's just a kid. She deserves to have the life of one." I smile to myself, "That's very noble of you. But I still don't get why you don't just disappear. Head to some back word and lay low." He sighs, "None of us know life outside of war." I choose to say nothing more knowing I'm really in no place to judge. "So, what's your story?" Hunter asks out of the blue. "My story?", "Yeah, I'm sure you've heard ours. So what's yours?" He asks again looking over at me. I look down for a second and pick and my fingernails. "It's not something anyone really knows but Cid. I'm sure you can imagine how far that got me." He huffs out a small laugh, "All too well." "I guess neither of us would be here if you didn't" I say tucking the stands of hair that keep falling in my face, behind my ear.

I sigh and lean back in the chair. Hunter is till eyeing me - probably because I never answered his questions. If I want him to trust me I should just tell him. I mean what do I have to lose. "My story....well, I was born and raised on Mandalore. I lived there most of my life, until I was old enough to start taking on bounty hunting jobs. When the clone wars started things on my planet weren't that great so I left for a short time. When I returned Maul had taken over and things gotten way out of hand. I chose to stay and fight with some of the clans that were left. At the end of the war, after Maul was captured....." I stop wipping the tear that I didn't even realize had fallen, off my face. "I left Mandalore for a small planet in the outer rim. Anymore I don't even remember what I was doing at the time, but when I came back.....everything....everyone was gone. The Empire.....they killed them all and left our cities, our homes in ruins." I pull my knees to my chest remembering the lifeless armor. Hunter lets out a deep sigh, that sounded like it was full of pain. I picked my head up from my lap and looked over. A piece of hair fell in my face. Hunter reached over, gently brushing his fingers over my cheek bone, pushes it behind my ear. It's so funny how someone who could be so intimidating is so.....so....caring.

The Marauder makes a noise like it's preparing to come out of hyper space. This breaks up the moment - whatever you want to call it - we were having. Suddenly feeling vulnerable, I excuse myself to the fresher. I splash water on my face and compose myself. Feeling about as composed as possible I head out of the fresher and stand at the top of the ramp waiting for it to lower. “You good?” Hunter asks, sounding a little concerned. “Fine, let’s just get this over with.” Hunter nods at me and lowers the ramp. The light takes my eyes a second to adjust, I head down the ramp and am immediately met by a short man with a datapad. He seems to be making a comparison. “You must be Cid’s pick up person” he says craning his neck to look up at me. “Where are the cases?” I ask. “Getting ready to be loaded, they’ll be here any second” the man eyes me.

We both stand there in silence. I place my hand over one of my blasters, “I’m getting impatient, Where are the cases?” I ask again trying to make a point. The man fumbles with the datapad and seems to be trying to make a call. “What’s going on out there?” Hunter asks over our comms. I raise my vambrace - which is under my coat sleeve - to my mouth, “Not sure, checking on it now. I’ll keep you updated.” So much for a milk run. “Something is wrong. I can’t get a hold of my men. There are bandits you know, they steal stuff. Anything!” He man says frantically. “Hunter, we’ve got a problem. you’re gunna wanna come out here.” “Roger.”

Hunter comes down the ramp. “So much for a milk run” he teases me and I roll my eyes. “What seems to be the problem?” He asks the man. The man explains what he just did to me but this time he tells us where the cases were coming from. “Great we can track it from there” I suggest. Hunter doesn’t say anything but I follow his gaze, “Oh, no, I don’t think so. I’m driving.” He looks at me “Nice try. I’ll be driving us.” I quirk a brow at him, “I swear you like arguing with me.” “Do not”, “Do too”, “I’m still driving and that’s an order”, “Orders only work on your men!” I say, thinking I’ve finished the argument before heading over to the speeder bike. I get on - in the front- so Hunter is forced to get on behind me, or so I thought. Before I know it he has picked me up, placed me gently back on the ground and climbed on the bike. “You coming?” He asks. I huff an annoyed sigh and he laughs. I - reluctantly - climb on behind him, snaking my arms around his waist. Hmm maybe I did get the better end of the deal. I try not to lean in too close - so it’s not obvious - and breath in his musky scent. He takes a turn a little too fast and I bear hug his core tight as to not fall off. I feel him let out a deep laugh. “For a Mandalorian, I figure’d this would be more fun” he shouts so I can hear. “Yeah, well typically I prefer to be driving!” I shout back.

He pulls the bike to a screeching halt and I hop off collecting myself from that ride. Hunter half smiles at me, “I don’t wanna hear it” I wave him off. We begin our search of the area. Both of us assumed they had been intercepted on their way to us, but we had to be sure. “Sure enough we were right, cases aren’t here” I think out loud. “They must have been intercepted, we’ll follow their route to the Marauder and see what we find on the way” Hunter tells me. I just give him a look. “What?” He asks. “Seriously, I’m driving this time” I say putting my hands on my hips. “Fine” is all he says, before heading back to the bike. ‘Fine’ that’s it, no argument. What’s his deal?

We speed down the roadways until suddenly Hunter reaches past me and grabs the handle bar, turning the bike and pulling the break. We both tumble off and before I can even stand up, Hunter is grabbing me by the arm and dragging me to cover. I give him a nasty look and am about to go off on him when he covers my mouth and pressed himself against me so we are hidden behind the wall. After a moment he lets go, “You di’kut! (fool) You could have gotten us killed!” I whisper yell. “There was someone watching. They were waiting for us” he says, breath fanning over my face. In this moment, being that he is so close to me I realize he’s about 4 inches taller than me. I look back and forth from his eyes, they are a beautiful brown with honey gold swirled through them and I’m pretty sure they pierce my soul. He steps back, realizing we are still close. “Sorry” he says quickly. I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, “We should probably tail them”, “Yeah good idea”.

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thatgreyjedi · 8 months

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You know what I’ve been thinking about lately? I might be late jumping on this, but it’s related to the Barbie movie.

First off, the movie was a 10/10, I loved it and feel like the different messages throughout the story has something that everyone can relate to, regardless of beliefs. However, one thing, or rather song that I’ve been revisiting and really thinking about is What Was I Made For? by Billie Eilish.

Here are the lyrics for it (courtesy of Google)

I used to float, now I just fall down

I used to know but I'm not sure now

What I was made for

What was I made for?

Takin' a drive, I was an ideal

Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real

Just something you paid for

What was I made for?

'Cause I, I

I don't know how to feel

But I wanna try

I don't know how to feel

But someday, I might

Someday, I might

When did it end? All the enjoyment

I'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend

It's not what he's made for

What was I made for?

'Cause I, 'cause I

I don't know how to feel

But I wanna try

I don't know how to feel

But someday I might

Someday I might

Think I forgot how to be happy

Something I'm not, but something I can be

Something I wait for

Something I'm made for

Sure, the song is related to how Barbie struggles with adjusting to the real world after her and Ken leave Barbieland and she experiences what many of us feel or go through in life. However, since my main content is Star Wars, I put a different meaning behind the song. In that sense, I connected to the clones.

As the Clone Wars goes on, the clones begin to question their purpose after the war is over. They were bred to do one thing and one thing only: Serve and Protect the Republic against the Separatist forces. They were created for war and designed to fight. There wasn’t any plan for them after the war concluded. Also, it wasn’t like they had a say in any laws regarding their citizenship either as they couldn’t hold public office and they had very little say in their rights overall. It wasn’t like life was going to be any easier for them after the war as shown in pieces of Star Wars media over the past couple of years. It wasn’t like anyone wanted them to exist, but they were created anyway for the Republic for the Republic after someone paid for their creation.

There are a multitude of examples of clones coming to this realization. For Commander Mayday (introduced in the Second Season of The Bad Batch), he and his men served the Republic dutifully, yet were completely thrown away as soon as the Empire came through to replace the Republic. The Empire was just hoping the clones under Mayday’s command would just give up and retire, but the clones couldn’t. They had nothing waiting for them after the war. All they knew was fighting. All Mayday and his crew could do was serve the Empire in the best way they could and protect its stability. They had nothing else to fight for except aid the replacement of the Republic so they wouldn’t have to consider life after. To quote Mayday, “After all the clones have done… all we sacrificed. We're good soldiers. We followed orders. And for what?” He came to the realization that the Empire never cared about their lives or how they were lost, but could never leave the fighting for the Empire because nothing awaited him.

This song can be analyzed in many different ways and connected to other characters, but this is how I made a connection between a song from the Barbie movie and Star Wars.

This is why I love music so much, especially pieces that can speak to you on a personal level or help make connections. Music is a powerful way to get across a message to others or leave it up for interpretation.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

Let me know if you like these kinds of analyses because I enjoy making them!

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