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mon-mothmas-collar · 7 months
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every single clone trooper was inherently good
i’ll repeat, every single clone trooper was inherently good
Never was there an episode where a clone performed a morally indefensible action without being controlled.
Dogma was good
Fox was good
Crosshair is good
Jesse was good
these were genetically modified beings designed to be killers warriors and soldiers and still they were good.
Even when asked to do an order they KNEW to be wrong they still tried hard to be good to do the right thing and they often died for it
they showed kindness and softness and loyalty while they suffered through 3 years of hell in active war
They were not good soldiers
They were just good.
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captora · 1 year
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Hi I'm here from Twitter because star wars has my brain in a chokehold please have some Codywan and standby because I know not how this hell site works. It confuses me I am sorry. (seriously how does this site work I'm so confused)
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allthingskenobi · 2 years
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2022 OBI-WAN APPRECIATION WEEK ↳ DAY 3: FAVORITE TV EPISODE - INNOCENTS OF RYLOTH
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madameminor · 2 months
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Rewatching TCW Season 7 Episode 3 -
Echo's first words once he's released are a joke - "I've got a big headache".
Between this and the beginning of TBB, Echo became the 'killjoy' grumpy one of the party.
What happened after he joined TBB?
He found out he'd lost Fives. He heard about Umbara and how all of those he knew were lost. He realized he has less people from his past than he thought. He had nothing to remind him of who he used to be. You know that feeling? You're influenced by your environment when you aren't around the people who bring that out in you. And TBB are younger than he is, more chaotic, and a unit that he's recently joined. They welcome and embrace him, but they aren't his batchers, or his old squad when he was growing up. So now he's the veteran who has the experience (and the maturity)- without a direct superior to let him take the edge off once in awhile. Oh sure, there's Hunter, but its like an Enlisted with an Officer - you give the advice and perspective, even if he makes the call.
So he's no longer the Echo he was. That's why he's changed so much in, oh, months?
Just thoughts.
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gun-roswell · 2 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/CT-7567 | Rex Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, CT-7567 | Rex, CC-3636 | Wolffe, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CC-5576-39 | Gregor, Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: Codex - Freeform, codexweek, codexweek2024, codex week, codes week 2024, Star Wars event, fan event, Series, Ficlets, Cloneshipping | Clone Trooper/Clone Trooper Relationships (Star Wars), Bonus Fic, Taking the Plunge, getting hitched, vows and such, Fun and Fluff, always and forever Series: Part 8 of Codex Week 2024, Part 15 of Cody/Rex Summary:
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A bonus fic for my contribution for Codex Week. The vows taken, finally.
(Just because I really had to add some good old fashioned fluff at the end)
Part of Codex Week 2024 /Cody/Rex series
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letsquestjess · 30 days
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No promises, but I’ve been considering writing some spicy stuff (with TBB/TCW clones). I think smut is one of the few things I’ve never actually written before, so if there are any smut writers out there with any advice, I would be very grateful 💜
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get-wr3ckered · 1 year
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Antipodal - oc information
The title's pretty self-explanatory but here is the info sheet for my (very first) SWTCW / TBB OC. I may come back and add to this from time to time but for those interested, all her info is under the cut!
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(Created using this picrew by @malachitinous. I saw someone else use this for their oc's and thought they were stunning so I had to try it out for myself. I can't remember their tag for the life of me but as soon as it comes back to me I'll be sure to tag them.)
Name: Kei'Ara Agri (pronunciation: kay-ah-ruh ah-gree)
Age: 23
Planet of Origin: Dathomir
Pronouns: She/ Her
Sexuality: Unlabeled
Personality: She’s reserved, always taking a moment to think things through, whether that be her actions and the consequences that will follow or her words and the effect they could have on others. Compassion comes easy to her, a deep-rooted respect for all lifeforms having been imbedded into her very being by her former master. She holds a great deal of care for the clones who fight for the Republic, and those specifically who fight by her side. Despite her kindness, and her considerable lack of temper, Kei’ara has the capacity to be lethal- much to her chagrin- when those she holds dear are threatened, she abhors violence but when needs must she can hold her own against some of the galaxy's deadlier components. 
Position: Jedi Knight, General of the Galactic Army of the Republic.
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Additional notes: Did I make a Nightsister oc because I've recently finished Fallen Order for the umpteenth time and adore Merrin? Yes, Yes I have. That and I thoroughly enjoyed Ventress and her storyline in Clone Wars. Honestly, I just love Dathomir as a whole so this is purely self indulgent.
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icecreambeach · 1 year
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was writing the clones as being secretly commissioned by darth tyranus and the republic being manipulated into fighting the droid army just a giant cop out by George Lucas so he could portray his fun space war while avoiding the icky connotations of privileged elites sending disenfranchised young people off to die for their cause?
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bookstoresmp3 · 2 years
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let-them-fight · 4 months
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can we stop doing this trope
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mon-mothmas-collar · 2 months
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captora · 1 year
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Do you ever think about how Ahsoka probably found less than 1/10th of the bodies?
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stealingpotatoes · 1 month
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boy who's never seen a large body of water before + insane force abilities = a very tired obi-wan
(donation doodles! // tip jar)
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spaceymaseyy · 3 months
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Hayden Christensen for EMPIRE magazine (2024)
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sabellart · 7 months
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he was the cool uncle
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inspired by this post^
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letsquestjess · 5 months
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Cards on the Table
Summary: Vault decides to take Cam up on his offer to play some sabacc while waiting for ship repairs.
Word Count: 830
Warnings: Gambling.
A/N: @anxiouspineapple99 Thank you so much for lending me Cam! I had a lot of fun writing this 😊💜
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The chronometer on the wall ticked away the seconds, and Vault swore it was mocking him. Another minute gone, it taunted until he could almost hear the wires crackling as it churned time. 
The shuffled clack of crimson and white armour reminded him he was being observed, by brothers no less. Cross-armed, muttering, betting against him as they sipped their steaming mugs of caf. He had been foolish to become entangled in Coruscant guard games. If his squad discovered he had deviated into gambling while getting their ship repaired, he would be condemned to scrubbing latrines until his hair turned grey. But his expertise was in logistics, and Cam’s persuasive wager had only fuelled his eagerness to showcase his abilities. 
‘Just one game to pass the time. The scans will take a bit,’ the guard had said thirty credits ago. ‘Nothing worse than hanging around here with nothing to do.’
In a whirl of courage, he threw caution to the opposing wind and played all his cards, remaining steadfast and certain in his choice. His expression quickly dropped into disappointment as Cam confidently laid down a perfect match and claimed his winnings. 
“What can I say,” the engineer shrugged as he rolled a credit between nimble fingers. “Luck of the shuffle.” He expected Vault to slump back like the others he played, resign himself to defeat and perhaps even comment on his skill, but instead, he flung down another jingling cluster of credits. 
“Deal again,” he said, a competitive glint lighting up his eyes. 
“I thought you were supposed to be an intelligence clone,” a broad-shouldered Corrie guard pointed out. “You’ve lost every match.”
“Other type of intelligence,” Vault corrected. “Many make that mistake. Besides, I’m going to win this one.” 
Cam flicked a loose curl from in front of his face. He couldn’t decipher if Vault’s drive came from sheer determination or a cheerful disposition, but regardless, he looked forward to facing an eager challenger.
Swinging his legs down from the playing table, he settled his elbows onto the scratched wood and grinned. 
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The locks to the Mantle Squad barracks clacked and discharged the door with an obnoxiously resounding thud. Vault had intended to make a quiet entry, but when he caught sight of Hayze poring over a technology magazine, his shoulders drooped. “Hadn’t you gone out with the others?” he sighed. 
“Hello to you too,” his preoccupied squadmate grumbled, remaining fixed to the pages. “Did you get the ship sorted?” 
Vault gave a small “yes” as he rummaged in the drawer beneath his bunk, retrieving the armour cleaner and a soft cloth. The potent chemical scent invaded his nostrils the moment he opened the tin, and he hastily got to work scouring the dirt and mending blaster dents. Hayze’s intense glare felt like a laser beam piercing into his skull. Coughing and tensing his shoulders, he attempted to evade the silent suspicion. 
“You’re never usually this quiet,” Hayze remarked, shoving the magazine aside. “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Vault.”
“Hayze.”
The clone at the central countertop straightened up and folded his hands in his lap. Normally, his brother would return and talk non-stop, and the absence of his usual lively chatter made him wonder what was wrong. 
“I may have had a fun little game of sabacc with a Corrie engineer when I went to get the ship fixed,” Vault explained. “And I may have lost.”
“How much did you lose?” 
“About fifty credits. Give or take.”
With a heaved breath, Hayze rubbed the bridge of his nose and muttered a curse. Despite his irritation, he remained measured, resolved to gather all the facts before criticising his foolishness. Rumours had reached him about the bets made by Coruscant guards and the cunning strategies they employed to secure their wins. Vault’s losses cast a shadow over the squad, and it would be a challenging task to restore their expert reputation. “Was it an all-in bet or…?”
“No,” Vault replied, elongating the word in a bid to stall Hayze’s inevitable lecture. “We played for about two hours.”
“And in those two hours, did you not think that perhaps you should back out and take a minor loss to your pocket?” 
“Yes.” 
Hayze already knew the answer, but he wanted it confirmed. “And you carried on?”
“I did.” 
A disgruntled crease bowed his brother’s neat eyebrows. Leaving his armour on the workstation, Vault hurried to the central table, forearms on the surface and a plea in his hazel eyes. “Please, please, don’t tell Vesper. Or Commander Viren. She’ll be so disappointed.” 
“I won’t mention it, but you have to make me a promise, right here and now,” Hayze said sternly. 
“Anything, as long as it doesn’t involve money because… well…” Vault rubbed the back of his neck and his face contorted into an apologetic smile. 
“Next time, take me along with you,” Hayze told him. “I know a thing or two about sabacc, and I could beat any of those Corrie guards blindfolded.”
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