#this is why Cody never took off his helmet

[squidsponge]

We finally have the counterpart to Obi-wans soft Cody eyes and it only took finally having Cody's bucket off after seven seasons while thinking about him.

#this is why Cody never took off his helmet #brb melting over their late night strategy meetings #if tbb doesn't end with Cody on Tatooine #I'll settle for S2 of Kenobi #just give me my desert husbands #commander cody #obiwan kenobi #codywan #codywan my beloved #codywan deserved better #clone troopers #clone wars #star wars #the clones deserved better #tbb s2

[tech-tbb]

Since there are a lot of theories coming up at the moment, I want to join in now. Especially since a few theories make me question whether these people have ever ACTUALLY watched Clone Wars, Rebels, and Bad Batch.

It's about the new CX-2 clone from the latest episodes, season 3 episodes 6 & 7.

Many assumed it was Cody. Others say it's a clone of Crosshair itself. Others and most believe it's Tech, that I have to go along with.

And not just because he's my favorite, but morally in general.

First point:

Many say it's Cody because of the vibro knife and the art of using it. But if it had been Cody, he would have already had one and wouldn't have had to steal it first.

First of all, he didn't have the vibro knife with him from the start, he stole it from the clone he killed in the security room.

Second, if this CX clone was Cody, why is this never mentioned further elsewhere? It's never mentioned in Rebels, nor is it mentioned further. And Cody betrayed the Empire by running away. At best they would give him death, but not a second life as one of their own. And Cody, like Hunter, is a master with the vibro knife. Crosshair would never have been able to fight him off if it had been Cody. But he was able to keep up with him and even get the knife out of the CX clone's hand. With Cody, Crosshair would have died.

Third. The Bad Batch are more highly trained soldiers than Cody himself probably was, after all, the Bad Batch are special commandos. Accordingly, every single Bad Batch member could handle a vibro knife.

Second Point:

The theory of many that this CX-2 is a Crosshair clone. The technology and excellent knowledge to clone is in Nala Se's head. However, it was only with Omega's presence that Hemlock was able to get her to research and work for him. Accordingly, Hemlock only had access to the DNA and the knowledge of cloning and the knowledge of the Clone Force 99's DNA for a few months, if at all. He only had Crosshair himself in his hand for a few months, including his DNA. As we all know, growing too quickly is not good for clones, the best and sad example is Clone 99, who bravely gave his life in the fight for Kamino. He had grown too old too quickly and he was unfortunately disabled and unable to be a soldier. Therefore, the only thing the Kaminoans could do was double accelerated aging. Clones would have to grow for at least 10 years in order to be able to be a soldier without such complications. But Hemlock has only had DNA and cloning science in his hands for a few months. A Crosshair clone would therefore not be possible, as this clone would then be disfigured, similar to Clone 99. And yes, CX-2's shooting abilities are identical to those of Crosshair. But let’s get to point three first.

Point Three:

Here now to my last point. Tech. I most likely think it will be Tech.

Here is the explanation at the end of my second point. Shooter skills. CX-2 has equally excellent marksmanship capabilities as Crosshair. But I know the final episode of season two is emotional. But the shot Tech took to fall was excellent. So the next best shooter to Crosshair is? Exactly, it would be Tech. The connection that Tech had shot down on the wagon was out of reach and very far from Tech's position and he still had the entire wagon in the path of view of this connection. Nevertheless, he only fired a single shot, which went through the glass of the wagon and hit the connection, severing it. *A shot Crosshair would have praised him for.* So it would be highly likely that this CX-2 could also be Tech with this rifle and the accuracy. But not only that. His movements and his voice and his accent are also added. The helmet's modulator allows us to hear a voice in the undertone that a Reg doesn't have. It sounds a lot like Tech's voice, even if it's heavily filtered. (But clearly noticeable with headphones and increased volume and honest concentration). In particular, his grunts of pain, gasping for air, and moving the stones are identical to the grunts Tech made when he broke his femur and so on. His movements are also identical. Kicking Crosshair with his outstretched leg was identical to the kick Tech gave a clanker on Kaller. His posture when walking is also a little slouched, like Tech. *Like a shrimp, I've often read many posts once.* His intelligence to destroy all ships so that there are no means of escape. His tendency to simply disobey Wolffe's orders. *(When have we ever followed orders).* Infiltration, alone, unnoticed, fast, agile. And he knew exactly where to shoot to destroy the desk that Rex his clone friend was working on to connect the communications to get a rendezvous with Echo.

Ah, his equipment is also different than the other CX clones we've met so far. He always carries the backpack. He doesn't have a datapad, but he now has something similar on his right upper arm. He also has a visor that folds down, and the movements he makes to do so are identical to those that Tech always did with his visor. And the pocket around the thigh and the one pocket on the right lower leg. This is very unusual for the CX clones.

And he recognized Omega immediately. He had only been activated relatively recently and not much time had passed since then. He had no way of knowing for sure that this girl was Omega he was looking at. He also hadn't checked any holos of targets during screen time. Which means this CX-2 clone knew Omega and knew exactly that this girl was her. Many also claim it can't be Tech since he said clones instead of Regs when talking to Scorch (maybe Scorch). Maybe it's the change in himself. But if not, Tech would know full well to avoid using Reg. It is the Empire and the word Reg is not used by any of the Empire's clones, especially the CX clones. And then to his accent. Tech's British accent is very noticeable among all the clones. But even among his own Bad Batch brothers, his accent is very audible. And this CX-2 clone has a strong accent and its modulator in the helmet is even stronger than the other CX clones. If it were a reg, then a very strong modulator wouldn't make sense. All in all, this CX clone is very talented. But we all learned from Season 2 that Tech is the same way. He is a genius in all possible aspects. And he is a fully trained commando soldier, like his brothers. And if he is, he definitely received further training to become a CX clone.

Extra point: the memory wipe. Many also claim that it couldn't possibly be Tech because Crosshair said he himself was too defective for that. But let's take another look at the first episode of season 1. Tech said they're more deviant than defective. And another thing is the condition. Tech definitely didn't come out of this crash unscathed if he really is this CX-2. Accordingly, his mind and especially his body were perhaps very weakened and vulnerable to attack and take over. Crosshair was never healthy under Hemlock's care, but he wasn't very close to death's door. Tech, on the other hand, might have been.

And almost forgot to mention. His height has been changed from 1.93m to 1.82m, but why change his height when he is dead?!

Another extra point. It is the story of Clone Force 99, i.e. Crosshair, Tech, Hunter, Wrecker, Echo and Omega. It's not Cody's story and, in fact, it's also not just Rex's. Rex appears often at the moment, but he is not one of the protagonists. The protagonists are the members of Clone Force 99, and their story is written, not others. That's exactly why I believe that the CX-2 clone has something to do with the Clone Force 99, i.e. Tech, the only one missing from the group, the family.

So yes, it could most likely be Tech, alive.

But it's not canon, not yet. I have my own theory as you all have your own. I hope it was still informative and that you can get a little more out of it.

#clone trooper tech #tbb tech #tech tbb #tech the bad batch #bad batch #tech #cx-2 #tbb crosshair #commander cody #tbb omega #my opinion #tech is alive maybe #tech lives maybe #i am concerned #that #he #is #alive #! #tech lives #tech is alive #theory

[ostentums]

Much To Do About Naps

The battle had been long and hard; many good men were lost to separatist droids. Luckily, they had won along side their 212th brothers aiding the 501st in the end. Rex sighed as he sat down on his bunk now back on the Resolute. He made quick work of his armor wanting it off of his body as soon as possible. He was going to have to get it washed soon.

A knock on the door pulled Rex away from his thoughts and he went to open it. A friendly face was on the other side.

“Codes,” he said and let the commander in. “What brings me the pleasure? Don’t tell me we’re needed again,” Cody chuckled and went to sit on Rex’s bed.

“No, no, little brother,” Rex tried to protest, but Cody cut him off. “I just came to see how you were doing after today,” The blonde clone leaned against the desk.

“I’m fine,” replied Rex. “It wasn’t a horrible fight this time around,”

“We lost a lot of men, Rex, I think that counts as horrible,” Cody grimly said as he picked up the captain’s helmet and examined it. “This is so dirty,”

“Yes, I know, you clean freak,” Cody shot his brother a dirty look. “I’m going to clean it when I have the time. Is there anything else you need to annoy me about or can I have my privacy?” The helmet was put down and the commander moved onto looking at the rest of Rex’s armor. “Cody, what do you need? If nothing, then get out of my room,”

“Aw, what? Can’t a brother hang out with their sibling?”

“Any other time, yes, but right now, no,” Cody chuckled and to annoy Rex further, laid down on his bed. “Cody…” Rex hissed. “You’re testing my patience which I have very little of,”

“When did you become a lightsaber in the mud?” Cody countered. “C’mon, relax with me,” He patted the bed. “Remember when we used to nap together?”

“Yeah when we were cadets, Cody. Look, I’m going to go take a nice warm ‘fresher and I hope by the time I’m back, you’ll be in your own quarters,” The commander only made a rude gesture in reply. Rex shot his own gesture back.

“Don’t go,” Cody whined. “Forget the shower and come cuddle,” He stretched out his arms to Rex and made a grabbing motion. “Pleeeease?”

“Cody, we’re not five anymore. Besides, you probably smell horrible from the battle,” The clone lying on the bed sniffed himself.

“Not too bad,” Rex made a disgusted face. “What if I commanded you to come cuddle?”

“That would be abuse of power, sir,” Cody huffed in frustration. “Why don’t you ask one of your men to cuddle with? How about Waxer or Boil? They’re always cuddling up together,”

“Why do you have a lightsaber up your shebs?” It took all of Rex’s power not to snap at his brother who was seriously grating on his nerves. “Sorry, sorry,” Cody apologized upon seeing how the other was behaving. “I forget you get uptight after battles. If you really want me to leave, I will,”

“No, it’s fine, Cody. I’m sorry I’m acting rude,” Rex spoke. “All I want it some peace and quiet. Also, a hot refreshing shower. A nap as well, but alone, not with my annoying idiot of a brother,” Cody pretended to be hurt by those words.

“Remember when you would come into my pod at night? You hated sleeping alone,” Cody reminisced. Rex gave a small smile at the memory. “Nala Se tried so hard to separate us, but it never worked. You always would end up with me at night,”

“I’m pretty sure we shared the same bed up until graduation,” Rex spoke. “Then we had to grow up too quickly,” Cody let out a yawn and settled into the bed more. “Take a nap here, you won’t be bothered,” It only took the commander a few minutes to fall asleep. Rex went to the refreshers.

Unfortunately, when Rex returned to his room, Cody was still there. Rex rolled his eyes and contemplated if shoving his brother off his bed would get him in trouble. He moved quietly around his space so he wouldn’t disturb the sleeping clone. Cody really needed the rest with all the work he did as commander.

The bed sure did look comfortable and a sudden wave of fatigue hit Rex hard. Letting out another sigh, he let his resolve go and crawled next to his brother. Cody stirred a little but did not wake up. Two big clones on one twin sized bed was a stretch and definitely not like when they were children on Kamino sharing a bed. Cody wrapped an arm around Rex’s waist and snuggled closer. Luckily, Cody’s chest plate had been removed or else it would have been uncomfortable. Rex studied the sleeping man’s face, which was relaxed with sleep; he gently traced Cody’s scar on his temple right above his eye. It was an old thing, worn down with time over the years.

“Go to sleep, vod,” Cody mumbled. It took Rex a few more minutes to settle down, but he too was soon drifting off.

The beeping of Cody’s comm both woke them up harshly. Rex nearly jumped off the bed.

“Kriff why is that so loud?” he complained. Cody rubbed at his eyes and sat up.

“So it wakes me up, duh,” The comm was still blaring its sharp little trill until it was answered. “Cody here,” Rex got out of bed and shrugged on a sweatshirt; trying his best not to listen in on the conversation.

“Well, nap time is over it seems, Rex old boy,” Cody sighed. “back to work,” The armor was put on quickly and the commander headed for the door. He hesitated a minute before saying, “Anytime you want to cuddle, you know where to find me, captain,” Rex only rolled his eyes and shook his head at his annoying brother.

Im tagging @sl-walker @unluckyme-whoknowswaytoomuch because they helped motivate me to write :)

#commander Cody #captain Rex #codex #tcw #Star Wars #Star Wars fanfic #my writing

[somedaylazysomeday]

Misbehaving - Part Four

Cody is finally back in town! Unfortunately, his timing coincides with Mother Nature.

Commander Cody x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit. Minors, do not interact.

Word Count: 5,100

Warnings: Discussions of menstrual cycles and accompanying discomfort, dom/sub undertones, period sex, blindfolds, minor dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex.

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You liked to consider yourself an optimist. 

Sure, sometimes things happened that didn’t quite match up with the way you thought they should. There were always bad days and missed opportunities, but for the most part, things worked out. 

A grand and ironic exception, of course, was that you had gotten your period just days before your boyfriend would finally be back on the same planet. You were still struggling to put an optimistic spin on that particular situation. 

I’ll be there in ten minutes.

The message was glaring up at you from the screen of your comlink. You hadn’t told Cody what was going on, and you weren’t exactly sure why. He was familiar enough with human biology to know that most females had a menstrual cycle and it wasn’t exactly something he could hold against you. 

Still, some combination of irritation and denial had kept you from telling him outright. It was going to be a terrible surprise, you thought morosely, especially given that he liked to be welcomed home between your thighs. 

Two sharp knocks on the door sounded and you glanced over at the chrono. Yep, ten minutes from the holomessage, almost to the second. You hauled yourself up from the couch, grimacing at the way gravity pulled on everything between your legs. 

When you opened the door, Cody was standing there. He was proper as always, helmet under one arm and warmth filling his dark eyes. “Ma’am. May I come in?” 

It was the typical playacting you did when he came over. Cody had insisted on it for ‘plausible deniability’ reasons. You had tried explaining to him that your neighbors weren’t the kind to watch arrivals through peepholes, but he wouldn’t listen. It was very Cody - when he decided on something, nothing short of a GAR command could make him change his mind. (Even then, he would probably want to debate.)

“Yeah,” you agreed, leaning against the wall. Not only did it move you slightly out of his way, but it also took some pressure off your aching spine. 

It was a less elaborate welcome than you usually offered, and Cody’s brow twitched before he stepped inside. The door slid shut automatically behind him, leaving the two of you in sudden privacy. 

“Good to see you, mesh’la,” Cody greeted, hands sliding around your waist. You still felt bloated, but the warmth of his hands was soothing. “You look beautiful.” 

You snorted before you could help it. You hadn’t felt like putting on anything flattering, especially since you had bled on the last two pairs of pants you had worn. That meant you were dressed in clothes that were one wash away from being tossed into a garbage chute, and at least two sizes too big. 

“I’m a mess right now.” 

Cody smiled at you, shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve never seen anything more perfect.” 

You couldn’t bring yourself to reply. He was being nice, painfully nice, but you felt so terrible that being called perfect only made you think about how far from perfect you felt. 

Cody’s eyes searched your face. Whatever he found there made his smile fade, which made you feel even worse. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You look upset.” 

“I’m-” You took a breath, trying not to let yourself cry. “I’m not having a good day.” 

“Tell me what I can do to make it better.” 

It came out like an order, and you bit your lip. You weren’t sure if you would have said something rude or burst out in tears, but neither option were how you wanted the evening to go. 

“Change the laws of nature?” Your suggestion made Cody’s head tilt slightly. You scrubbed at your face. “I’m sorry. I’m on my period right now and it’s not fun. Not your fault and I don’t mean to take it out on you.” 

“Hey, don’t worry about that,” Cody soothed. “Why don’t you sit back down. Where does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt, not anymore,” you told him. “I had some cramps right before everything started, and the first two days are always awful, but now it’s just blood and bloat and misery.”

Cody urged you back over toward the couch, and you settled into the tangle of blankets you had surrounded yourself with before he got there. The apartment was a mess, now that you took a moment to look around. You were a mess, why would your home be any different? “I’m sorry, Cody.” 

“You’ve already apologized once, and that was one time more than necessary,” he replied, settling onto the couch beside you. “What are you apologizing for, mesh’la?” 

“I just-” Your eyes watered again as you tried to verbalize it. “I know this isn’t how you wanted to spend your leave.” 

“Don’t worry about that.” Cody seemed utterly unbothered, but how could he be? He had been looking forward to this just as much as you were. “We’re on leave for the better part of a week. We have time. Besides, the galaxy isn’t going to fall to pieces just because we won’t have sex tonight.” 

The finality of that made your chest ache. You were tired and your self-esteem was low, but the hormones were also whirling around inside of you. Most of them were going toward making you mildly irrational, but there were enough left over to make you lonely and long to be filled. 

“I was really looking forward to being with you,” you whined, still trying not to cry. “I missed you so much. In more ways than one.” 

Cody smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “I know,  sweetheart, and that means everything to me. But I want you happy and comfortable. If that means that we don’t sleep together tonight, I’m fine with that.” 

“It’s not that I don’t want to…” You hiccuped. “It’s that I’m… You know…” 

“Does it hurt?” he asked with a frown. 

“No, but-” You cut off, frowning. Had you missed something? It certainly seemed like you had. “I’m still bleeding. And not just a little bit.” 

Cody paused, eyes searching your expression. Whatever he found there, his brow smoothed. Carefully, he said, “You know, I don’t mind a bit of blood. If you want to be together, I’m happy to-” 

“Ugh,” you interrupted, aghast. “You would want to fuck me on my period?” 

“Not if you don’t want me to. But yes, I want you. Like I said, I’m not worried about a little blood.” 

“What if it’s not just a little?” you asked, heart picking up. “My period isn’t light.” 

Cody shrugged. “And? Point is, mesh’la, my plans don’t need to change if you don’t want them to.” 

You thought about it for a long moment. You didn’t love the idea of having sex on your period, but not because of any real reason. It had always just seemed like a taboo. But if you wanted Cody and Cody wanted you… Well, it seemed silly to turn him away because of some outdated societal norms. 

“And you’re sure it doesn’t bother you?” 

Since he had already said as much in several different ways, you wouldn’t have blamed Cody if he’d gotten impatient or sarcastic with you, but he didn’t. Instead, he was patient and steady as ever as he reassured, “No, it doesn’t bother me. I want to be with you.” 

You melted, leaning in with your face tipped up to his so he could kiss you more easily. And he did, pressing his smiling lips to yours until you were well and truly lost in it. All of your worried and inhibitions had disappeared from your mind… until Cody’s wandering hands crept between your thighs and pressed against the thick pad you were wearing. 

Suddenly, horrified embarrassment filled you. Did he think it was weird that you were wearing a pad instead of a tampon? How long had it been since you’d changed it? What if you smelled bad? What if you had a blood clot when he was trying to fuck you? 

You broke away from him, hiding your face against his shoulder. “I don’t know if I can do this.” 

Apparently, Cody understood the muffled question immediately, since he didn’t ask you to repeat yourself. “Why?”

It was a fair question, and you searched yourself to get an honest answer. “The blood might not bother you, but I think it bothers me.” 

Cody was quiet for a moment. “What if I blindfold you?” 

“What?” The question was unexpected enough to jar you out of your self-consciousness, and you pulled back to stare at him. 

Your lover looked calm and helpful, not at all the expression you would have expected from someone who just offered to blindfold you. Granted, you and Cody had done far more adventurous things in your time together… 

“I can blindfold you,” he repeated. “If you want to fuck but don’t like the idea of seeing the blood, a blindfold can make sure we’re good. You can get the relief you want without worrying about the drawbacks. I won’t force you, I’m just saying it’s an option.” 

Your pussy gave a throb at the idea of being stretched by him, and you did your best to ignore the trickle of blood that left you. “I think that would be perfect.” 

Cody’s smile was beatific, and he squeezed your hand as he stood. “Give me a second to get everything set up and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.” 

You watched him leave. You didn’t love that he was wearing shoes and full armor in your apartment, but you couldn’t help but admire the way his boots gave a hint of strut to his step. Besides, if he could make you forget about your general misery, you would gladly clean the floor and call it a fair trade. 

While Cody was working in your bedroom, you occupied yourself in straightening up the living room. Food wrappers went in the waste can, your glass of water went in the sink, and you managed to fold two blankets before you decided it wasn’t worth the effort. 

“Cody?” you asked, with a soft knock on the door to your bedroom. “Are you-? Wow.” 

Cody turned to look at you over his own shoulder. He studied the towel he had laid out on the bed, frowning. “Is this not okay? I can choose a different one. I just thought the color-”

“It’s fine,” you assured him. The dark purple towel had seen better days, so even if you couldn’t remove any stains, it was no big loss. Besides, you would sacrifice every towel you owned if Cody would just let you take a holoimage of him like this. 

Your lover had stripped off half of his body glove, leaving it to hang from his waist while his upper body was on full display. The lamp on the bedside table had been turned down low, and the dim light played beautifully against the swells and dips of his muscular arms and torso. He had pulled pillows and additional blankets to surround the towel, clearly intent on making you as comfortable as possible, and a silk scarf from your closet was neatly folded on the bedside table, ready to be used as a blindfold. 

“Everything look okay, mesh’la?” Cody asked. 

You suddenly realized you had been staring, and nodded to break the spell he had unknowingly cast over you. “Looks fine to me.” 

Cody held out a hand, half-kneeling on the bed already. “Then the only thing missing is you. Ready?” 

You had already taken his hand when you balked. “Actually, I should use the ‘fresher…”

“Do you need to use the refresher?” he asked. 

“Well, no…” you hedged. “But I could probably do with a little cleanup before we get started.” 

“If that’s what you need to feel comfortable.”

You retreated to the refresher attached to your room and did what you could to freshen yourself up, but your period was still heavy enough that you weren’t going to stay clean for more than a few minutes at best. 

“Feeling better?” Cody asked when you joined him in the bedroom once more. 

“Nervous.” 

He frowned then. “Nervous? What are you nervous about?” 

“That you’re going to be grossed out,” you answered hesitantly. “If you are, it’s fine. We can just stop. You know that, right?” 

Cody nodded, his mouth pressed into a grim line. It was only when he started speaking that you realized it was held that way to fight back a smile. “Yes, sweet girl. I know that. I can also promise that I know what I’m getting into. This is hardly the first time I’ve been with someone who’s on their cycle.” 

You blinked. That… was something you had never considered. And it did make you feel better. You didn’t love thinking of Cody with other people, but if he had done this before, he probably wasn’t going to run screaming at the first sight of blood. 

Whether or not you would was still up for debate. 

Your shoulders settled. “Okay, I’m ready.” 

Cody nodded. His hand extended out again, and this time, you took it. He drew you gently toward the bed, helping you position yourself when you laid down. Your hips were centered on the towel while your shoulders were well-supported by the pillows Cody had arranged for you. 

When he joined you, Cody was careful not to rest any of his weight on you. Instead, he lay stretched out beside you, supporting himself on one arm as he leaned in to kiss you. You relaxed into that kiss, the tension leaving your muscles even faster than it had before. One hand rose without your permission, cradling Cody’s jaw and toying with the near-invisible stubble you found there. 

Cody gave a satisfied little sigh at the feeling of your fingers on his skin, kissing you deeper. Simultaneously, he let himself explore you with the hand he wasn’t using to support himself. 

You were fine - eager, even - when his touch traced along your collarbone, but you tensed when he reached your sensitive breasts. However, Cody was as gentle as ever. He cradled the weight of each breast in his hand in turn, brushing your nipples with the edge of his thumb. When he continued working downward, however, you found it impossible to stay relaxed. 

His fingers had just crept under the waistband of your pants when you tensed, breaking the kiss. “Cody?” 

“I know, mesh’la,” Cody soothed you. He removed his hand, reaching for the bedside table. When he turned fully back toward you, he was holding your silk scarf. “Are you ready for me to blindfold you, sweet girl?” 

“Yes.” You weren’t, but you trusted Cody with every part of you. Even your sight. 

That was probably why you were so nervous about this, you reflected, watching the silken material grow closer until you had to close your eyes against it. For all of the ways you and Cody had experimented with limitations - restraints, certain forms of address, even some minor breath play - you had never given up a sense with him. No matter what had been happening between you, you had always been able to clearly see it coming. 

You were smiling despite yourself when Cody finished tying the material behind your head. Perhaps it was only your imagination, but you swore you could feel him pause when he sat back. “What is it?” 

“Just…” You paused, trying to articulate it. “It’s funny - all the things we’ve done together and being blindfolded is the first time I think I’ve been truly nervous.”

“Nervous?” Cody repeated. Out of the darkness, something brushed your cheek and you jumped violently. “Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to scare you. How do we make you feel more in control? Maybe you should tell me what I can do and when.”

It was a clever solution, but it also sounded like it would take a lot of effort, and you weren’t sure you had the mental capacity at the moment. “Maybe you could tell me what you’re going to do before or while you’re doing it?” 

“I can do that, and you can tell me if you need me to stop or to touch you differently,” he assured, thumb brushing the top of your cheekbone. “I’m going to kiss you now.” 

You were smiling when Cody’s lips pressed against yours. The kiss was clumsy at first, and you blamed your fumbling on the fact that you couldn’t see him drawing closer to you. But soon enough, the two of you fell into a steady, comfortable rhythm. 

When you felt a touch against the top of your mound, you jumped and Cody pulled away to bite out a curse. “Sorry, mesh’la. I already got distracted. I won’t forget again.” 

“It’s okay,” you reassured, but Cody wasn’t having it. 

“No, these are the rules for this session. I won’t forget again.” The promise was delivered from much closer than he had been before, and you could feel the heat of Cody’s breath against your throat. “I’m going to touch you.” 

That time, you expected the brush of Cody’s fingers. Even with the way he was mouthing down the side of your neck, you couldn’t keep a frown from your face. Everything was about to become very real. 

He explored along the edge of the pad you were wearing, making you squirm at the warmth of his touch. When he had traced down and between your legs, Cody’s voice rumbled into the very bones of your shoulder. “You ready for me to take these off, princess?” 

You nodded. Apparently, Cody wasn’t going to make you answer him verbally. All he said in response was, “Lay back for me.” 

As you did as Cody asked, there was a slight tugging sensation at your waistline. Cody prompted, “Lift your hips for me and we can get started.” 

After so much time obeying Cody’s orders in the bedroom, your body wasn’t exactly waiting for your input. Your hips raised automatically, helping him ease your underwear down your legs. It was gone, then, and you were jarred by the realization that you had no idea if he had placed them next to you or thrown them across the room. 

“Did you put those somewhere they won’t be smearing blood on the floor?” you asked. Did it threaten the mood? Yes, but so would having to scrub dried blood out of your carpet later.

“Of course,” Cody assured you, pressing a kiss to your hip. “Relax. Let me take care of everything. Do you trust me?” 

“Always.” 

“Good girl.” Another kiss to your hip, then a third on the swell of your lower stomach. 

“Cody?” you asked. A light hum answered you. You would have felt ridiculous, but you could feel his breath on the part of you where your belly turned into your mound. “If you use your mouth on me, I’m going to throw up.” 

A pause. “At the feeling or the idea?” 

“The idea, mostly.” 

“Then I won’t,” Cody agreed. From the sound of his voice, he had moved further up your body. “I am going to use my fingers on you, though. Non-negotiable. I want to do some extra prep work with you on your cycle.”

You nodded again. You knew better than to argue with Cody when he was using that tone of voice. It wouldn’t get you anywhere and would just end with you both being frustrated. As a peace offering, you parted your thighs for him. The slight roughness of the towel until your bare hips was odd, but all you could focus on was that Cody was probably staring at your core. 

“Are you ready for me to start touching your pussy?” 

This isn’t dirty talk, you reminded yourself. Cody’s just trying to keep communication open and effective. Apparently, that didn’t matter to your brain, which insisted on classifying the question as being flirty and daring. You were already blooming for him when you nodded. 

“Let me hear that pretty voice, sweetheart.” 

Well, that certainly didn’t help anything. You had to swallow hard before you trusted yourself to say, “Yes, I’m ready.” 

There was a pause, just long enough to make you wonder whether Cody was going to make you repeat him verbatim before he would move on. Thankfully, he took pity on you and brushed fingertips across your slit.  

Your breath caught in your throat, hips canting upward as if you could find his fingers and force him into you. The sudden, savage surge of want surprised you. The neediness that came with your cycle was nothing new, but faced with the prospect of having those needs met - and met far better than your fingers or toys could manage - was driving your body to previously unknown levels of desperation. 

“That feel good, princess?” 

You wanted to laugh at the idea that he even had to ask, but all you could manage was a dry sounding, “Yes.” 

“Then let me give you a little more.” 

Cody’s stroke was firmer that time, working his way from the bottom of your sex to the hood of your clit. It managed to feel even more dazzling than the first touch had, and you gave a soft moan. That was unusually desperate for you, confirmed by the disbelief in Cody’s low chuckle. 

“My poor little mesh’la needed this even more than I realized,” he mused. “Enough teasing, yeah?” 

The tips of his fingers were at your entrance the next moment, though only one of them pushed inside of you. You were eager for more, but had to admit that one finger felt formidable. The sheer amount of lubrication coating your channel and lips helped ease the way, and you stubbornly refused to think about what else could be causing that wetness. 

Cody worked you slowly with that single finger, patiently petting and stretching you until your inner muscles relaxed enough for him to slip in a second one. You huffed out a breath at the stretch. 

What you hadn’t expected was that being blindfolded forced you to focus more on your other senses. You could feel Cody moving inside of you, of course, but you also felt the way his knuckles occasionally brushed up against your lips. You could hear how wet you were, but also that Cody occasionally held his breath as he watched you take him ever-deeper. His body lay warm against the length of your left leg, and you grabbed his forearm simply to feel the way the muscles and tendons worked as he stretched you. 

Your introspection was cut off when Cody pushed a third finger into you. Your mouth dropped open, a keening noise escaping you as the stretch rapidly went from shocking to uncomfortable to intense to orgasmic. Before you could even begin to warn him, you were tightening around Cody’s fingers and blindly panting out your orgasm.

When the roaring in your ears faded, Cody was still stroking into you. His motions had slowed significantly, but the steady push-pull of his fingers was threatening to build you right back into another orgasm. 

“Cody, please,” you begged, limbs too lax to pull him away. 

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Cody asked. His hand slowed even further, but he didn’t entirely stop. 

“You.” It came out in a gasp, but clear enough to be understood.

“Always so perfect for me.” Cody’s fingers pulled free of you, and you heard the unmistakable sound of him taking off the rest of his body glove. “Do you need anything else from me before I-?” 

“No,” you interrupted hastily. “Please, Cody, I just need-” 

“Shh… I know what you need, sweet girl.” Your thighs were pushed wider - wide enough to accommodate him between them. A blunted head prodded at your entrance and you canted your hips. Cody’s hands closed around your hips, holding you steady. “Be patient. I don’t want to push you into going faster than you should.” 

You sobbed out a breath as he slowly speared into you. Cody was gracefully proportioned, but some magic of your period or the blindfold - or a combination of both - made you feel his length more intensely than you could remember feeling before. He was sinking into your channel at an achingly slow pace, but that just seemed to emphasize the way he stretched you, forcing you wide around him. 

When he bottomed out in you, you froze at the intensity of the full feeling in your lower belly. If you could have removed your hands from his shoulders, you would have pressed them to your stomach. You wondered if you could have felt him lodged in your guts. 

But instead, you clung to Cody. Your fingernails bit into his skin as you used him as both a source of solidity and a handle so that you could move more freely. Your feet were still resting on the mattress, giving you the leverage you needed to push your hips up, and you ground your pelvis against him. 

Cody’s grip loosened enough to let you do it, then tightened again as he groaned. “You’re killing me, mesh’la.” 

“I’m killing you?” you asked, disbelievingly. “Cody, please, I need you to start moving or I’m going to explode.” 

“Fine,” he agreed. “But you’ll tell me if it’s too much?” 

“I promise.” 

Cody took you at your word. He pinned your hips to the bed and started to move. He couldn’t seem to decide whether he wanted to use long, pounding strokes or shorter, deeper ones. He ended up with a combination of both, which you found both hard to anticipate and intensely sexy. 

You couldn’t stay quiet under the onslaught of pleasure. Admittedly, you weren’t trying very hard, but neither was Cody. He was making his opinions clear, a combination of curses, moans, and praises falling from him. The only time either of you were quiet was when one or the other had initiated a kiss. 

Cody panted above you and you picked up on the particularly desperate rasp of it. He was close. That was perfect, since you were also close, but you wanted to see him. 

“Cody,” you said. Cody groaned your name in response, and you realized you needed to be more specific. “Cody, wait.” 

He froze halfway inside of you. “What is it? Do you need to stop?” 

“No, I just need you to take off my blindfold.” 

There was a beat of silence. “Are you sure? What about the blood?” 

Something in your chest shrank at the reminder that you were on your period and that the scene between your legs probably looked a lot more graphically violent than you had been imagining. Even so, you nodded. “I won’t look. I want to see you. That matters more to me than making sure I don’t see the blood.” 

“Give me a moment, sweetness,” Cody requested. The next thing you felt was the gentle brush of his fingers against the back of your head, then the scarf was lifting away from your face. You studied Cody’s face eagerly, taking in every expression and line. 

You didn’t realize you had a lovesick smile on your face until Cody returned the expression. With a gentle brush of your fingers over his cheek, you said, “There you are.” 

Cody nuzzled into your hand - an oddly sweet gesture considered he was balls deep inside of you. “Better?” 

“Much,” you agreed, rolling your hips experimentally. The brief pause hadn’t killed the mood entirely, and the fire in your blood roared back to life. “Mmmm… I’m close.” 

“Me, too.” Cody withdrew partially from you, pushing back in before pulling out a little further, then doing it again. Eventually, he was thrusting into you with luxurious, full-length strokes that almost seemed to be stroking your insides. Every move managed to brush against your g-spot both when he was pushing in and when he was pulling out, and it wasn’t long before you were panting once more. 

“Cody!” 

Cody pressed his forehead to yours, filling your entire field of vision as your body shattered for the second time that evening. It felt indescribably different to squeeze your internal muscles around his cock rather than his fingers, and the thought crossed your mind that you could happily come around him for eternity. Of course, the pleasure would probably kill you rather quickly, so ‘eternity’ wouldn’t be that long. 

He continued to thrust into you, bucking harder and faster and deeper and stronger until your orgasm stretched long enough to have been your second, third, and maybe your fourth. Cody’s hips lost their rhythm, his brow furrowed, and at last he tore himself from you. 

On the rare occasions when Cody didn’t fill you up, you liked to watch him come. There was something so powerful about it, so primal and compelling. But you were still dealing with the aftermath of your extended orgasm, the pleasurable aftershocks, and the inevitable weakness in your muscles that came after a really good time with Cody. 

Dampness seeped down from your inner thigh, dripping onto the towel beneath you as Cody’s hand squeezed the large muscle that lined the top of your thigh. “...Fuck.” 

You managed a laugh at the harshness of his curse. “You okay?” 

“I think I saw the galaxy for a second there.” Cody let out a shuddering breath. “You’re always amazing, but that was entirely different.” 

“It was a lot more intense than usual,” you agreed. “Maybe you were right about period sex.” 

“Not exactly what I meant, mesh’la,” Cody told you. You glanced at him, surprised that he wasn’t indulging in even a bit of gloating. “You were so strong. I know you weren’t sure about trying it, but I’m glad you did. It was very brave of you. Thank you for trusting me.” 

There were a dozen things you wanted to say: that you would always trust him, that there was no one else you could be as confident with, that it was you who should be thanking him. But you settled for a nod, deciding not to try speaking past the lump in your throat. 

In lieu of words, you tugged Cody upward until you could kiss him. He would understand everything you wanted to say.

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Author's Note - At this moment, I don't have anything more planned for these two. But every now and again, I'll stumble into an idea that's too perfect not to use, so I won't say never!

Thanks for reading!

#fanfic february #fanfic february 2024 #star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars the bad batch #commander cody #commander cody x reader #commander cody x you #cody x reader #cody x you #fem!reader #reader #reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #reader insert fanfic #reader insert fic #spicy #lemon #not suitable for minors #minors dni

[tragedy-for-sale]

Bedrock Headcannons: Commander Wolffe

Bedrock headcannons are headcannons that I regard as a fact in the personality of a character I write about. They range from small details to a huge part of a character's backstory. These headcannons are a constant underlayer in all of my fics that involve these characters.

﹄『❝ Wolffe ❞』﹃

Wolffe knew after all his men died something had to be done but he didn't know what. So, he didn't sleep much during the weeks following the events of the Maleovance because everytime he closed his eyes he saw their faces, his face, dead in space. When he started being able to sleep through the night, he found it plagued with nightmares.

When Wolffe lost his eye, Plo Koon and the three of them were on leave on Coruscant. He knew Wolffe wasn't healing as fast as he should be, so Plo actually had Wolffe moved to the temple and that is where he did most of his recovery.

Plo would take Wolffe to go walk around the temple with him and it was during those weeks that Wolffe accidentally referred to Plo as his father.

If you bring that up he'll start getting all embarrassed and ramble on about how he was on pain meds all the time and his brain was still foggy.

Wolffe was a very shy cadet and even now, he doesn't know how he ended up as a commander. When he's by himself, when he's vulnerable, it's only then he'll admit that he's far too soft for any of this. He was created for war but he isn't made for war.

Fox and Wolffe were batch mates and whenever Wolffe is on Coruscant he'll spend time helping the guard. When Wolffe was at the temple healing, Fox undertook every assignment posted there (he hated it) but his brother needed him so there he was. If this had happened later in the war, Fox wouldn't have even stopped by once.

Wolffe does refer to bacta tanks as the aquarium of death and Plo is greatly concerned.

If you ask Wolffe why he chose the BARC helmet, he'll say it's because it looks cool. But he choose it because they limit visibility and only focus on what's in front; Wolffe, after he got his cybernetic eye, found himself getting sensory overloaded from all his eye could see and register, the BARC helmet reduces that.

Ahsoka and Wolffe have been thrown together a couple times by will of Plo Koon. Ahsoka is used to Rex and Cody, who are a hundred more times sure of themselves than Wolffe. She wants to go sneak out and cause trouble, things Cody and Rex jump at the chance to do with her, but Wolffe just doesn't want to. And Ahsoka doesn't understand why not. She understsnds the pain of Cody and Rex, but not Wolffe's.

He's scared all the time. Walking to the refresher, getting food at the mess, with every breath, he shakes from how scared he is. He's anticipating something to happen, for the loud boom of their ship exploding. When he's on the bridge, he doesn't breath. The trauma he faced after the Maleovance stunned him, it took months and him attacking Sinker for them to realize just how deeply he still lived in that day. Plo blames himself for not noticing sooner. Wolffe was his child and he didn't see it, Plo never forgave himself for missing all of Wolffe's pain.

He started to become cold and off putting really after he lost his eye, he'd never felt worse. Plo did everything he could to help Wolffe, but the only way for Wolffe to move on from all the horrors he'd faced recently, was to bury his old self. He might've been the type to joke, but now he's too scared to laugh because all that pain would come running back.

Wolffe is mortified of hugs because the last time he hugged someone, Plo Koon, he started crying; Plo brought him hot chocolate. (He was on a lot of pain killers and sleep deprived)

﹄『❝ Wolffe ❞』﹃

#I really think Wolffe to be a character stunned by fear #he doesn't know how his brothers cope so well #he starts to bite his tongue and become bitter #because the second he starts to let his guard down #the pain becomes too much #commander wolffe #wolfpack #star wars #clone wars #plo koon #commander fox

[battlekilt]

The tragedy of Fives is the tragedy of Fox.

Inspired by this post by @groundrunner100 — But it got too long and the meta was a severe angle off from their good post. Check it out.

Honestly, the tragedy of Fives is a tragedy he ultimately shares with Fox.

We the audience know that Fives isn't crazy. We the audience know what is only a few months away. Which is why his exchange with the cab driver really reminds us that we are down the path of a tragedy no one can stop.

Fives asked, "You ever hear the one about the people engineered to kill, engineered to kill their best friends, their leaders, and they don't even know it?"

We the audience are screaming in our hearts. We know he is telling an ending we already know.

Because our answer is, "Yes, we have heard the tragedy of the Clones—the tragedy of YOU."

At this point, we had come to know Fives from the cadet who barely graduated to become a Trooper, was assigned a milksop station that never should have mattered, but became the linchpin of an upcoming battle for Kamino. There he is taken in with his fellow 'barely managed graduated from Clone School' classmate by the, "Oh shit, it's the 501st." We got to see the irony in how it was at a postponed matched up for the fate of Kamino, where we also had first met them, that Fives had proven his merit and was sent off to become the most elite Trooper there was—an ARC. We saw the tragedy of when he lost his brother, his old very ARC-like independence when he stood as the voice of Rex's better heart. And in this last episode, we were so subtly reminded of why he was an ARC Trooper—we were reminded how proud he made "Captain Rex or Sir."

When the audience first saw Revenge of the Sith, the Clones were still very much presented as mirrors without minds. Cody was the first Clone we really saw named, and all we got was that he knew how to do a cool spin with his helmet, and Obi-Wan liked him well enough to remark to Anakin, "Good man." At the time, it was phrased and presented to the audience that they hadn't known each other for very long, for why else would Obi-Wan choose that moment to remark to Anakin his opinion of this Clone Commander?

No longer do we look at the Clones and only remember their helmets when they raised their blasters and killed Master Mundi or the pretty blue Twi'lek Jedi on that pretty jungle in snow. They were more than just the smart men who nodded to each other, slowed their speeders down, and swiftly took down a Jedi that they had just been riding beside. When the 'ugly Jedi' Lucas created so no one would like him was shot down by his own men, now we are sobbing because we have context.

So, when Fives so summarily tells the tragic fate of he and his brothers to a cab driver that just hears a lot of stories, we know that this story is true. We know that though he is in a time when we are begging for things to say, it cannot be changed.

Fox is just like Fives. He is exactly like Rex. He is no different from Cody. He... is a faceless pawn on Palpatine's board. Worse than that, the fact that we never see Fox's face simply reinforces the fact that in this story, Fox is just a prop.

However, we also know that because Fives is so vivid with life and personality, that Rex is so warm and comforting, and Cody is a long-time friend we've gotten to know since ROTS... we know that under that helmet, Fox is a person.

Fox never gets to be a person. He has no one to tell him what Fives told the Cab Driver. He has the position of someone who has never been told the future. He is a stern and true to his duties as Cody and Rex because he is an honorable, dutiful Clone... as they were all bred to be.

We want to make context for him, stories for him. We want to make sure he is a person so that his tragedy is just as sorrowful as Fives. We want so bad for there to be little quirks to him, loves for him, humor and joy in him because ultimately… Fives got that. We didn't see most of it, but we knew it was there. He was expressive, he loved his brothers, he smiled so large and bright, and he obviously brought joy in Rex's life. Did Fox have anyone to be so proud of? Was anyone just as proud of him?

Tragically, Fox doesn't get to hear Fives's story. He doesn't have the context to consider that maybe this ARC Trooper can stop the real betrayal of the Republic.

Fox is the plot reinforced. As we foolishly beg for Anakin and Rex to listen to Fives, to DO SOMETHING because we do not to relive that tragic moment when Order 66 goes out—when the galaxy we came to know during TCW comes to an end.

While Fives knows the truth, he is the fate that cannot be changed. Fox is the blasterbolt that secured the future, that kept the story on the path it needs to unfold.

Fives and Fox are so much like two characters out of a Shakespearean tale or a Greek Myth.

As I say to people, if Rex has apex-level plot armor, Fox... had a noose. He was doomed from the start. There was no way out for him. No one to show him a way.

I think that is one reason why so many people love Fox. We are drawn to his tragedy, we are compelled to rip off that mask that reveal the face under it.

Since he is ultimately as faceless as any other Clone we never see, he is a mystery in this tragedy. The desire to humanize him before his tragic fate comes to pass is painful, it is visceral. We seek for ways to secure him love because the tragedy has no love for him—that was given to Fives, so as he dies in Rex's arms, so too does our foolish hope that all this could have been prevented.

There was never any salvation because Fox was the poor unlucky bastard who held up the blaster and took the shot. Because the fate is going to happen. Fox's only mercy is that to us, who get to see the broader, colorful tapestry of the story—we who look at the woven segment dedicated to the Clones, we have paid attention, and we cannot forget him no more than we could forget Fives.

We knew Fives's face, his face that, other than that goatee and his simple tattoo, is very much a 'Cody Copy' face, complete with 'The Cody Cut.' We have memorized his boyish smirk, his bold idealistic bravery, we watched his rise to an ARC when he came out from the bottom. We know his story, we knew he told the truth. We know nothing about Fox. We know that as a Clone, he has the face of the Clone—but as we've learned with Fives, we also know that they are so much more than that face.

Their duality is we know Fives and know nothing of Fox. The same way Fives knew the truth, the future—he knew how the story will end, and he brings hope that maybe it can be stopped. We know nothing of Fox—he knows nothing of the truth, the future—he doesn't even know that he is what secures the ending of the story. Saving Fox would have saved all the Clones, we know... that was never going to happen.

Both just wanted to do their duty, that's why we can see their entanglement, their mirror image.

Fox is in 'Fates' with Fives.

#commander fox #arc trooper fives #star wars the clone wars #star wars tcw #clone troopers #sw rots #star wars meta #// sits down next to fox and stares into the same void #kilt's meta #kilt's writing #kilt's clonely thoughts

[sev-on-kamino]

✨WIP Wednesday✨

thank you for the tag @wolffegirlsunite @deejadabbles @anxiouspineapple99 @dystopicjumpsuit @wings-and-beskar 💙💙

It’s coming along well, so here’s a lil sneak peak at the rough draft of:

In Pieces Ch. 2 - (Never Had A) Friend Like Me

pairings: Rex x fem!reader, Cody x fem!reader, Fox x fem!reader, Wolffe x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive af, MINORS DNI

They kept you in a haze of pleasure the rest of the night. Soft touches, lingering kisses, their lips against your ears, whispering to you, as they took you higher and higher.

“Don’t think I could ever get enough of you.”

“It’s so tempting to keep you, mesh’la.”

“You belong in my arms, just like this.”

“We fit together too well. Must have been made for me, cyare.”

Rex watched, fascinated, as you came down from your high.

“So good for us, aren’t you?” He asked softly.

You hummed affirmatively, pressing your face against his neck, while he listened to you working to catch your breath. He noticed your fingers were loosely tangled with Fox’s, while your free hand drew aimless little shapes against his skin. They’d made your body sing for them, and what a beautiful song it was. One Rex could listen to over and over again.

The spell that had bound the four of you was broken as Fox’s alarm went off. The real world was calling.

“Damn!” Fox swore, moving out of your reach, so he could get dressed.

He’d meant to leave a couple of hours ago, but you’d buried your fingers in his curls and pulled him in for another kiss. Instead of leaving he’d given in to your unspoken request, and coaxed another slow, sweet orgasm out of your blissed out body.

As he snapped on his armor, he realized you were a problem. The soft look on your face, as you watched him held so much affection. He hated that he couldn’t be the man you looked at like that every day. It would require time he didn’t have, and you deserved more than he could give.

You whined softly in protest, and Fox’s lips twitched toward a smile before he pulled on his helmet.

“Duty calls, mesh’la. I know you understand,” he explained, his voice firm, yet gentle like your hands had been against his skin.

He knew the brat in you would love nothing more than making him late, and part of him would enjoy it too. He knew the healer in you would relish in sending him off relaxed, and fully satisfied, but he couldn’t follow that train of thought. He couldn’t let himself linger in fantasies, no matter how sweet. He consoled himself with the fact it was a one-time thing, and he’d never be in this position with you again.

You nodded sleepily, before resting your face against Rex’s chest.

“You di’kut, why didn’t you tell us you were on duty today?” Wolffe asked, frowning at his brother.

“It wasn’t relevant,” Fox replied easily. “I’ve got enough caf to give a rancor a coronary. I’ll be fine. Make sure she gets some sleep.”

“Wasn’t relevant my ass,” Wolffe grumbled, rolling his eyes. He was completely unsurprised that Fox easily placed your well-being over his own despite the fact that you couldn’t have been in better hands. “We’ll make sure she gets rest. You worry about yourself.”

Fox opened his mouth to deliver a snarky reply, but he was cut off by your soft voice, “Bye, Fox. Thank you…”

Cody chuckled and gave your thigh a playful tap.

“Bye, Commander Fox. Thank you, sir,” you corrected with a giggle.

“Good girl,” Cody said, smiling at you.

“Bye, Stitches, thank you,” Fox said, saluting his brothers before he left Rex’s quarters.

“I think our gorgeous girl has had all she can take,” Cody said, catching your chin, pulling you close to press a kiss to your temple.

“Maybe,” you admitted, looking up at him.

“You took all of us so well last night. Let us enjoy you like we wanted,” Cody said, rubbing your back.

“And I’d do it again, Commander. Any time,” you yawned, covering your mouth like you could hide your exhaustion.

“I’m going to hold you to that, mesh’la,” Cody replied, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before he followed Fox’s lead and got dressed to head out.

“You know I will,” Wolffe said, drawing you close to kiss your face before getting dressed as well.

You beamed up at him, before relaxing once more. Warm and safe in Rex’s arms, you slipped into a peaceful sleep, your body finally reaching its limit.

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[kaminocasey]

Hi! I really love the Cody fic you just did 😍 I have a similar request (you pick the clone). Reader and clone have been on again off again bc of their work or being in different battalions or something and neither of them have confessed to eachother. But then reader gets seriously hurt and the clone finds her on the battlefield and is trying to save her and they have a fluffy love confession and happy ending bc help comes (or not, you choose 😂).

Anyway, congrats on 300! Love what you do! 😘

I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this!!! To make up for it, I hope it's okay that while it was supposed to just be a blurb, it kinda turned into a small fic? Lol. Title: In Time A/N: I chose Tup bc I've never written for him before and I thought it'd be fun! Plus, he's just so pretty, ya know? Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Angst, Smut WC: 2K

You and Tup. You made sense… but you didn’t. It didn’t stop the feelings you had for him, though. All the desperate hookups when your battalions would be paired up together. The 501st and the 212th all knew about the two of you. But neither of you could bring yourselves to admit your feelings for the other. 

“Maker, you’re so fucking pretty.” Tup whispers, his voice raspy with lust as he picks you up, pushing you up against the shelves in the utility closet that you had snuck off to in the middle of the night.

You moan softly against his lips. “You are.” 

He chuckles as you pull his hair tie out of his hair, letting it flow around him so you can wrap your fingers in it. He moans at the feeling. You know how much he loves when you massage his scalp. Unfortunately, you didn’t have time. Hopefully next time, you’d have time to explore each other’s bodies and needs more. 

“Wanted you so bad.” You groan as he thrusts into you. “Every day.”“Yeah? Tell me.” He gives you a sheepish smile.

You kiss him instead, afraid that you’ll accidentally let your feelings slip through. That was something neither of you had time for, unfortunately. Feelings.

“You gotta tell him, cyar’ika.” Fives tells you as you walk, his arm slung around your shoulder as you help carry him to safety.

“Are you kidding me right now?” You ask him, laughing. “You just got shot and you’re trying to lecture me about my love life?” 

He chuckles, breathlessly. “Yeah, guess I am.”

If Fives was anything, it was nosy. He had the perfect ability to butt into anyone’s business. It was a real problem. “He has a point, you know.” Hardcase chimes in, walking by, his gun slung up on his shoulder.

“Maker, go get your own lives, thanks.” You roll your eyes. 

“Tup has no idea. No matter how many times we tell him.” Fives shrugs, then winces in pain.

You shake your head at him. “Unbelievable.”

“I know. It’s completely obvious to all of us, except him.” He says as you start to spray a bacta-spray over the wound.

“No, Fives… You. You’re unbelievable. Why can’t you just mind your own business?” You glare at him.

“Oh… I’m sorry, cyar’ika… We just want to see you happy.” He tells you.

“Hey, everything good over here?” Tup comes walking by, raising his helmet so you can see his face.

You smile as soon as you see him, Fives momentarily forgotten. “Yeah, love. We’re all good.”

He grins and gives you an encouraging wink before pulling his helmet back down and nodding before catching up with Hardcase and Dogma. 

Unfortunately, the realization of what you need to do sits in and your smile fades immediately. This was your last day with the 501st for who knows how long. It’d be a lost cause to try to start something with Tup now. Right?

Later that night, in the barracks, you walk quietly into Tup’s where he’s bunking with Rex, Fives, Jesse, Hardcase, Kix, and Dogma.  “Tup.” You murmur, grabbing his attention.

He looks up, grinning immediately and your heart clenches, breaking silently. You knew this was going to be much harder than expected.

“Cyare.” He comes over to you, clearly excited to see you.

You glance around him at the rest of his brothers who are all staring at you, grinning, then back at him. “You want to go for a walk?”

He follows your gaze then looks back down at you. “Yeah, sure. Everything okay?”

You nod, silently, trying to give him a soft smile. The problem is, Tup knows you all too well. His smile fades immediately.

“What is it?” He asks you, seriousness lacing his voice.

“Not here…” You whisper, walking out into the hallway.

He follows behind you. “What’s wrong?”

When the door slides shut behind him, he pulls you into his arms. You gently remove yourself from his arms, looking up at his face, trying desperately to not reach out and comb your fingers through his hair since it’s down.

“This isn’t working, Tup…” You murmur.

“What isn’t?” He asks, brows furrowed in confusion.

You really didn’t want to do this. Maker, why did you have to be in love with him? 

“Us.” You tell him, barely above a whisper. 

“Us…?” He tilts his head in confusion. “Why do you say that?”

You lean against the wall, crossing your arms, shrugging. “This is the 501st and 212th’s last night together for who knows how long…” 

“If you need a break-” He starts.

“No, Tup… that’s not it… It’s just too hard.” You try to keep the tears back as you attempt to not back down. 

Tup whispers your name, trying to get you to look at him. “Please… look at me.” You shake your head, knowing if you look at him now, you’re going to break. “Just… stay safe, okay?” 

“Cyare, I lo-” He starts but you put your hand over his mouth. 

“Don’t.” You finally look at him and he has tears in his eyes that match your own.

Finally, the dam breaks and you practically run away, back to your own barracks. Alone.

One Year Later… 

The blaster fire was almost too much at this point. You were beyond exhausted, but you knew rest would come soon. 

“You good, Ad’ika?” Wolffe calls down to you. “Comet good?” 

You nod, trying to make sure Comet is alright as he clutches his chest, gasping. It’s barely a flesh wound. He’s just being dramatic. 

“You’re fine, Comet. I promise.” You grin at him and then look back at Wolffe. “He’s perfectly fine!”

Wolffe chuckles with a nod and continues to follow General Plo Koon.

“You’re sure I’m fine?” Comet asks you.

“Barely any blood. You’re fine.” You pat his arm and help him back up.

“Whew. Close call.” He chuckles, joining Wolffe and Sinker with General Plo Koon.

You shake your head at the dramatic man and sanitize your hands, throwing your pack back over your shoulder. You’d been with the 104th for the last eight months and you considered the entire Wolfpack brothers at this point. 

You watch as General Plo Koon greets General Anakin Skywalker. The 501st was here. 

The 501st was here… with the 104th… Which meant… 

Oh no. 

You look up and see Captain Rex walking with Fives and Jesse. They look up just in time to see you searching for Tup. 

“Hey boys.” You try to smile. 

Rex greets you with a smile and then Fives’ booming voice fills the area.

“Cyar’ika!” Fives comes rushing over to you, picking you up and swinging you around in a hug. 

When he sets you down, you gently step away from him and turn to say hi to Jesse but are met face to face with Tup instead. Your lips part, unsure of what to say but he smiles softly at you.

“Hi.” He looks about as nervous as you feel.

“Hey.” You smile back, softly.

Jesse starts to lead Fives away before he can ruin the moment. You give him a grateful smile and he throws you a wink as they walk away. 

“How have you been?” Tup asks you.

Before you can say anything, Comet and Sinker come and rush you off. You give Tup an apologetic look.

“We got you, ad’ika.” Sinker assures you, knowingly.

The next day comes and you’re in the midst of battle again. You were keeping close to a few of the 104th guys if they needed you, trying to stay out of the 501st’s hair, especially since you knew that Kix was nearby for them. 

“How’s it rolling with the Wolfpack, cyar’ika?” Fives finds you and asks you. 

You smile softly up at him and try to think if you should ask about Tup. Should you be honest and tell Fives how much you miss Tup, how you haven’t stopped thinking about him or dreaming about him all year? Would he relay that information to Tup even if you asked him not to?

“I’d like to think we’re more fun than the 501st!” Comet calls out as he passes by.

You shake your head at Comet and he chuckles. 

“Is that true?” Fives asks you.

You roll your eyes and keep walking, trying to figure out how to answer as you both keep low out of the blaster fire. When you don’t answer him, Fives gently grabs your shoulder and stops you.

“Talk to me.” Fives tilts his head.

You let out a sigh, ready to be honest, except all of a sudden, you feel a sharp burning pain in your side and again in your shoulder. You look down, realizing you’ve been shot twice and then drop. Fives stares at you in shock for only a second before quickly dropping down beside you, desperately yelling for Kix. 

“KIX!” Tup hears Fives’ voice yelling urgently. “WE NEED HELP NOW!”

Tup drops his blaster to his side as he sees Kix run back past him and toward Fives and a body on the ground. He notices your shoes first, and when he realizes who’s shoes they are, he takes off sprinting in your direction. 

When Tup reaches you, you’re gasping in pain, tears in your eyes. 

“Tell Tup, Fives… Tell him. Promise me.” You gasp.

“Tell him yourself.” Fives grabs Tup, pulling him down beside you.

“Tell me what?” Tup asks.

You don’t have the energy to say it, no matter how bad you want to. You can feel yourself slipping into sleep, not sure if this is your last chance to tell him. You’re in so much pain. You mouth the words, hoping to the Maker that Tup understands what you’re trying to say. 

I love you.

He nods, understanding. “I love you, too. I always have.” 

You smile again before slipping under. 

When you come to again, the medbay lights are so blinding and white, it’s nauseating. 

“Turn off the lights, Kix…” You whisper, keeping your eyes closed. “Ugh.” “There she is.” Kix chuckles, patting your hand, getting up to turn down the lights. 

“Thank the Maker.” Tup jumps up to his feet from your side, kissing you desperately, all over your face and lips. 

“Tup?” You open your eyes.

“I’m here.” He promises you.

Relief washes through you, glad that you woke up again. You needed to tell him you loved him.

“I love you.” He tells you without you having to say it. “I’m in love with you.”

Unable to hold back your smile, you pull him to you, kissing him deeply. And then you realize how much pain you're in and let him go. 

“Sorry, cyare…” He murmurs, calling over Kix to give you more pain meds. 

“SHE’S AWAKE.” Fives claps his hands, strolling into the medbay with Jesse and Hardcase. 

“Yeah and I need some peace and quiet already.” You mumble, smiling.

Fives looks over at Tup holding your hand to his lips, smiling at you and starts grinning like an idiot. 

“It’s about time.” Fives nods, approvingly.

“Get out, Fives. Jesse. Hardcase.” Tup tells them. “We’ll talk to you later.”

Fives comes and sits a vase of flowers on the table by your bed. You look at him with a thankful grin and he throws you and Tup a wink before heading out of the room.

“We’ve reassigned you back into our care. So, when you feel better… you’ll be with the 501st from now on.” Kix tells you from the doorway before walking out of the room to give you and Tup some privacy.

You look over at Tup as you start to get sleepy again, but you try your best to fight it. You just want to spend time with him, and he knows it.

“I’ll be here when you wake up. We’ll talk then.” He kisses your hand again. “I’m not going anywhere ever again.” 

You nod with a sleepy smile. “I love you.” 

“I love you. Now rest.” He squeezes your hand, resting his head against yours. 

As if that’s all you needed, you drift off into sleep again. This time, happier than you’d been in an entire year.

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Healer's Hands

Chapter 6: The Loss

Master list

"We're coming up on Coruscant." Tech dropped the ship out of hyperspace, revealing the city of a planet.

Hunter nodded. "The Commander wants us to deliver the intel personally."

Wrecker rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded like "regs". Hunter shook his head. He didn't mind working with the regs, but it was probably because he wasn't all that different from them. As a cadet, Hunter was often mistaken for one if he wasn't with the rest of the Bad Batch. He hated it so much. It's one of the reasons he grew out his hair, he wanted to be different from the regs, just like his brothers. 

Hunter figured he should tell Althea they were about to land. She had never seen Coruscant before, and maybe it would cheer her up. It had been a week since Ackron and she still wouldn't speak. She hadn't eaten or even cried since, just taken off her armor. She just sat there in the crash seats staring at the floor. Tech called it disconnected grief, but Hunter just wanted to get her to eat something.

He took a ration bar and walked over to her. "Hey, kid. You hungry?"

Althea stared at the floor, either ignoring him or couldn't hear him. Hunter sat next to her. "Listen, Althea, me and the boys are going to the base on Coruscant to drop off the intel. You can stay if you want, but I want you to eat something."

Still no response. Hunter sighed before slipping the ration bar into her hand. He closed it gently and stood up, giving her shoulder a light squeeze. Crosshair stood in the doorway to the cockpit. He seemed worried for Althea, but made no attempts to talk to her.

The ramp opened, signaling it was time to leave. Hunter took one last look at Althea, silently hoping she would eat while they were gone.

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Numb. That's all Althea felt. She didn't hear the Bad Batch leave, and she didn't care. Her family was gone. She had failed to save her brother. She clenched her fists and realized she was holding something.

A ration bar. She frowned at it. One of the squad must have given it to her. Waste. She thought. They were wasting their limited food supply on her as she just sat their. They were wasting their food on her anyways.

Althea stared at her armor against the wall. From the way Hunter talked about it, it was no easy task to get it for her. She was an inconvenience to them, a waste of space.

She threw the ration bar against the wall. It cluttered to the floor. Althea didn't belong here. Or anywhere for that matter. Without a second thought, she stood from her seat and walked down the ramp.

All around her were ships, clones, and weapons. Althea just wanted to disappear. She started walking toward a crowd, hoping to disappear into it.

She walked with the crowd for a long time, not even knowing where they were going, but wanted to get away. Before she knew it she was alone, and the bright top of Coruscant had disappeared into a dank underworld.

                 •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Hunter led the squad back to the ship. Dropping the Intel off was a quick task, but it seemed Wrecker detested the fact he couldn't blow anything up.

"Why does Cody get to decide that?" He grumbled.

"Because he is the Commander of the 212th legion, therefore outranking all of is." Tech explained.

Wrecker grumbled some more, but Hunter just tuned it out. He wanted to see how Althea was doing. Hopefully she ate the ration bar.

They approached the ship and entered. But Althea was nowhere in sight. Hunter took off his helmet and looked around. "Where is she?"

Wrecker pushed up his helmet and ran to the gunner's mount. "Kid?"

"She's not in here." Said Tech from the cockpit. Crosshair furrowed his brow.

"Did she leave?"

Hunter already knew the answer. He found Althea's scent leaving the ship. He turned to go find her, but something caught his eye. A crumpled ration bar on the floor, clearly thrown. Hunter forced down the bile rising in his throat. If anything happened to Althea...

"Crosshair, Tech, with me. We're going to find the kid."

Wrecker frowned. "What about me?"

Hunter looked at him. "Stay here in case she comes back. You'll draw too much attention to us."

Wrecker scowled, but he knew Hunter was right. He nodded and went into the cockpit. Hunter turned to the rest of his squad and nodded at them to move out.

Hunter took the lead, using his enhancements to find his way to Althea. It wasn't hard, but not far from the ship her scent faded. It blended with several others. Hunter figured she must have walked into a crowd.

He continued to track her, hoping he could get to he before someone else did.

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Althea looked around and realized she didn't know where she was. It wouldn't have been hard for her to get lost since this was a new planet. Every where she looked there were people of every kind, but they all looked rough. Several of them bumped into her, muttering things like, "Watch it, kid!".

Althea was alone. Alone on a strange world and no family to go back to. She backed into one of the wall lining the street. Air seemed to escape her lungs. She was alone. 

The true gravity of the situation fell on her heavily, and Althea sunk to the ground. What had she done? She couldn't save her brother and now she couldn't find her way back to the Marauder. She couldn't do anything right. Did the Bad Batch even care?

She shook those thoughts away. No, she ran away. The only reason they took her along was because their mission aligned with hers. They had no reason to wait for her, or even care if she was gone. Sitting on the cold metal of Coruscant made Althea long for the warm grass of her home, but she was long gone.

                  •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair wove through the crowd of people shuffling through the street. Some gave them curious looks, but most ignored them. Hunter clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palm. All the smells, sounds, and the feeling of people brush against him was almost too much. He focused on the pain in his hand to keep him from going into a sensory overload.

With all of the other smells, Althea's was slowly dissapearing. Hunter tried to single it out, but it was too late. It was gone. 

Hunter closed his eyes under his helmet. They had no way to find her. Crosshair, their situation, looked around the area. His sharp vision could spot mouse two hundred meters away in a crowd like this. He scanned over until he found a fleck of yellow. "Hunter," He said.

Hunter looked to where he was. He saw her too. He walked over, ignoring the crowd. 

There sat Althea, shoulders hunched and her face tear stained. Compared to the people around her, she looked even worse than she did before. 

Hunter walked over to her. "Kid!"

Althea's head shot up, her eyes widening when she saw him. Hunter took of his helmet as she stood. "What were you thinking?! You could've been killed, or worse."

Althea looked up at him, then Tech and Crosshair. Their body language said that while they agreed with Hunter, they were going to let him take this one. "I-I didn't know." She said in a small voice.

"Didn't know what?" Hunter was still angry.

Althea stared at her boots. "That you would come for me." She said it so quietly, even Hunter had a hard time hearing it.

Hunter's gaze softened. Did she really think they didn't care? After she'd been with them for two weeks? They never did figure out what would happen after they found her brother. But since he was gone, and her village was too, where else could Althea go?

Hunter rested his hand on her shoulder. What made you leave, kid?"

Althea sniffled. "I don't know. It's... I just started walking and when I looked up, I didn't know where I was. Is something wrong with me?"

Tech looked over at her from behind Hunter. "You have nothing to worry about, Althea. It's honestly quite normal for people to do such things when they're grieving. It's not an uncommon sight during this war." His eyes betrayed he'd seen much more than he was letting on.

"Let's get back to the ship." Crosshair suggested. All of them, Althea especially, were tired from a long day. He walked behind Althea as Tech led them out of there. This time, the girl didn't feel so much like a prisoner surrounded by guards. Rather, she felt protected, like they would have her back no matter what.

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Back at the ship, Wrecker was nowhere to be found. Crosshair sighed. "I'm not going after him."

But luckily, he didn't have to. Wrecker showed up a few minutes later, a large carton in his hands. Hunter stared at him. "I told you to stay with the ship." It was days like this one that made the sergeant wonder if he had any control over his squad.

"Yeah," Wrecker started. "But then I thought the kid might be hungry when she came back." He turned to her. "You're gonna like this!"

Althea had to admit she was hungry. She looked at what Wrecker had in the carton. It was brownish white, puffy, and small. She took a piece of it and ate it. It was sweet, but also slightly salty.

"Mantel mix." Wrecker explained. "You usually can only get it on Ord Mantel, but sometimes they sell it in big cities."

Tech looked up from his datapad. "That...is correct." He almost sounded surprised.

Wrecker looked at him. "Yeah, I know! That's why I said it." He popped a few pieces in his mouth.

Crosshair rolled his eyes at his brothers' antics. Hunter smiled as Althea grabbed another handful of mix and pressed it into her mouth. He rested his hand on her shoulder. "You have a place with us, Althea."

Althea looked up at him, examining his eyes for any trace of lying. There was none. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her head against his chest.

Hunter froze, not sure what to do. He patted her back lightly, but a he couldn't help but smile.

Althea was part of their squad, and not one of them would let her think otherwise.

            •°•°•°Six Months Later°•°•°•

Althea stood in Kamino, her armor on and her blaster at her hip. The Bad Batch was behind her, and the regs in perfect uniform. Jedi General Shaak Ti stood before her.

"I present volunteer trooper, Private Althea Aaun, with this Medal of Valor for her courage displayed during war." She pinned the medal to Althea's chest plate and gave her a soft smile. "May the Force be with you."

Althea saluted her, and the regs around did as they were trained to, but not the Bad Batch. They grinned and cheered for her, ignoring the regs dirty looks. Wrecker punched her shoulder. "Nice going, kid!"

Althea grinned and shoved him back.

"You keep getting medals like that, we'll have to give you to the regs." Crosshair said, but a small smile was on his face.

Althea smirked. "Why is that? Because I'm only 16 and I just bagged my first medal, or is it the fact that you're not even 16?"

Crosshair chuckled, but Tech began spitting facts. "It is quite extraordinary that someone of your age is even in the Grand Army of the Republic, let alone–"

"Is that your way of saying I'm amazing?" Althea asked teasingly.

"Yes." Tech smiling slightly.

Hunter chuckled at them. "You did good, kid. I'm proud to serve with you." He ruffled her hair, giving her the respect of a soldier, but the affection of a little sister.

Althea smiled up at him. "Thank you, Hunter. That means a lot." They began to walk back to the Marauder.

"It'll be nice to have an official medic." Tech said. "I was getting tired of explaining why Wrecker should stay away from blasts."

Wrecker let out a loud laugh. "I won't listen to you either, kid."

Althea shrugged. "I wasn't gonna tell you to stay away from blasts."

Crosshair rolled his eyes so hard if he rolled them any more, they would go into the back of his head. "Great, now there's two of them."

Hunter turned to him. "Hey, didn't you hear? She's got a Medal of Valor. She's doing something right." He flashed her a grin.

Wrecker nodded. "Looks good with her armor too."

Althea smiled at their words. Her armor was custom, just like theirs. But instead of black and red, hers was grey and yellow. One pauldron was bright yellow with the black 99. The other was grey and bad the Bad Batch skull with a flower growing through it. She had a vibro blade, bigger than Hunter's but smaller than Wrecker's, strapped to her thigh. The armor was painted by Hunter, but the designs were thought of by Wrecker. He thought the flower fit her well, since she's a healer.

Althea loved it, but she loved the fact she was part of their squad even more.

She was Althea Aaun, medic of the Bad Batch and healer of the sick.

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For the different POV ask game: since Grim is Obi-Wan’s apprentice, what about a scene from TCWGANV from Cody’s POV??

Send me "POV" and I'll write a scene from one of my fics/wips in another character's POV.

Um. Sorry. I tried to find a different scene but TCWGANV unfortunately lacks a lot of Cody scenes, especially interactions between Grim and Cody.

This scene is originally from the end of Chapter 36. (Yeah so again, sorry for what y'all will be experiencing on September 1st)

Word Count: 358

General Kenobi and Commander Kennet rode up to Cody on one of the local varactyl’s. He took off his helmet and tucked it under his arm as they came to a stop. Obi-Wan addressed him, “Commander, contact your troops. Tell them to move to the higher levels.”

“Very good, sir,” he replied. Then he handed him his lightsaber, “Oh, by the way, sir, I think you’ll be needing this.”

“Thank you, Cody,” General Kenobi replied, as he took his lightsaber back. “Grim, I want you to stay with Cody.”

Commander Kennet fell off the mount in shock. Cody didn’t understand why. “What?” She gawked at him. “Master, wait-”

“We need to get a move on, we have a battle to win,” said the General. Then added for his student, “we can talk about things afterwards.”

He left to continue the battle. Grim sat there in the dirt for a moment staring after him. Then she stood up, but when she looked at Cody he could tell she was afraid. And for reasons he could not place - he could tell she was afraid of him. She began to step away from him, he could tell she was trying to be subtle at it, but she had never been one for subtlety.

“Something wrong, kid? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Cody commented. He was worried - earlier she had been like this too. She had never acted like this before.

She put on a smile that he could tell was fake. “No, everything’s fine, Commander. Now come on, let’s go do what General Kenobi said. We have a war to win.”

“You’re right about that,” he replied. Yet he couldn’t shake off how afraid she seemed to be. Cody couldn’t remember the last time she had seen her so terrified.

Before he could think about that any further his comm went off. He put on his helmet. Before he turned on the comm he noticed it was a message from the Chancellor - strange. Whe he turned it on, Palpatine’s holographic image appeared, only he wore a cloak that completely covered him. “Commander Cody, the time has come…execute Order 66.”

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Chapter 14: Zombies

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Mando'a: Osik (oh-seek) = shit

“There was definitely a struggle of some kind here,” Obi-Wan pointed out, looking around the rubble throughout the ruined temple. “What is that?” He asked, pointing to a sculpted face above him.

“General Unduli did have to end that call because there was a fight, sir,” Rasha pointed out sarcastically. “I believe that would be the face of a Queen or some sort of Goddess.”

“More likely a Queen. I’ve never heard of the Geonosians worshipping deities. But I guess anything is possible,” he shrugged, continuing his investigation of the small room.

Cody looked up to the sculpture the two had been talking about above some sort of doorway, “whatever it is, it’s uglier than the other bugs… And I didn't even know that could be possible.” He looked around the room as well before finally acknowledging a large circular stone in the middle that had been shifted aside at some point. “Sir, do you think they could’ve taken her down here?”

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“Why the hell won’t these kriffing bugs die?!” Jesse called out, gunning down another Geonosian with a green worm coming out of its nose, watching another trooper get carried away. “A shot to the head doesn’t do anything!”

Obi-Wan cut the head off another attempting to pick someone else up, “I’ve heard of hive mind connections-“ one of them tackled him and Anakin managed to get the bug off.  

“Shoot out the tunnel support! It’s the only way to get them down!” Anakin ordered, doing his best to keep more men from being taken.

“Thank you, Anakin," Obi-Wan said and shoved himself off the ground. "Connections strong enough to even control their dead warriors.”

“That’s creepy,” Jesse muttered.

“And gross,” Echo quietly commented. “Looks like we’ve got them all for now.”

Anakin stared at the rubble, “so that’s why we couldn’t kill them? Cause they’re- is that even possible?"

“Already dead, yes. Impossible or not, they’re still moving even after we cut them down or shoot them.” Obi-Wan looked around for any sign of movement.

“We should send someone back to alert General Mundi.”

“We can’t split our troops and there’s no time to double back to the surface if we’re going to help General Unduli, Anakin. We need to keep going.”

Luminara’s voice cut through the silence, making several people jump. “Master Kenobi, if you are following me, you must leave this place. Just get out! I repeat, fall back!” The comm channel turned to static and was silent again. The group pushed forward.

“I don’t like the look of that,” Anakin whispered upon getting closer to a large room full of undead Geonosians.

Rasha poked her head around Anakin’s shoulder, “that must be… the Queen. She’s even uglier than that carving up on the surface.”

“You got that right.” He chuckled quietly, “I see Luminara suspended near the throne. Poggle looks to be talking with the queen. You take the soldiers and I’ll take the queen.”

Rasha grabbed his shoulder before he moved so Obi-Wan could come to the front and talk with him. “Must you always rush into things? Don’t you wonder why they took her? They could’ve just killed Luminara and been done with it.”

“What do you think is going on then?”

“I’m not sure but there’s definitely something bigger going on here than we originally thought. And I think those zombies have something to do with it.”

“Like what?”

“I am not sure, but just rushing in will probably make the situation worse than it already is.” Obi-Wan turned to the men behind him, “Cody, Rasha, take the men and set up along the perimeter. They live in darkness, light from everyone’s helmets should blind them and be enough distraction to get the General out of there. Keep them off until I give the signal.”

“But, sir,” Cody interjected, “what if they pursue? You’ve seen them in action, we can’t kill them.”

Anakin nodded, “we’ll just have to bury them. Maybe it’ll slow them down enough. Shoot out the pillars throughout the room and the whole place collapses.”

Cody and Rasha took over when Anakin and Obi-Wan entered. She was relieved that none of the soldiers had moved other than to make room for the two Generals. Half of the group followed her, falling into line in various spots along the back and side walls. Next, they just had to wait and pray that nothing would happen unexpectedly.

Rasha scanned the room better once in place to find Luminara strung up between two energy fields that looked easy enough for a lightsaber to break through. The queen focused solely on the two Jedi that had just come in. She reminded Rasha of a huge lumpy slug and had to look away several times. The smell of rotting carcasses didn’t help keep her from getting sick either, but she pushed on, silently watching, and keeping herself from gagging too much.

What I wouldn’t give to have one of those damn filtered helmets right about now. This is disgusting.

Obi-Wan, like usual, took charge of talking to the queen, telling her that her rule was at an end and that she must release Luminara in a deceivingly polite and even tone. She started yelling at him and the zombies began closing in around the two free Jedi. It took everything inside Rasha to keep quiet and still. To nobody’s surprise, there was the blue light and faint hum of Anakin’s saber activating in his anxiety.

Obi-Wan waved Anakin down and went back to speaking with the queen, ignoring the other bugs surrounding them. “No, patience, Anakin. Majesty, destroying us shall only make the Republic’s judgment on you harsher.” The light disappeared and the room was dark again, the only light was behind the queen.

“No! I control you!” the queen’s croaky voice echoed, “Watch as my child enters your Jedi friend. Once inside, her mind and her thoughts become mine.

Rasha saw movement in front of the queen but couldn’t see what was being grabbed until she heard the crunch of an eggshell breaking. She looked around at her boys shifting uneasily, unsure of what to do at the moment. When she looked back, Poggle’s hand neared Luminara’s face with some sort of green worm, making Rasha’s stomach do even more queasy turns. His hand slowly moved closer to her nose and Rasha had to look away.

“I don’t think Luminara wants to see how this works, Master.”

“No, I don’t,” she kept trying to move her head further away.

Obi-Wan stroked his beard in thought, “I’m curious. The more we know, the better.”

“I disagree!” Luminara sounded panicked and Rasha didn’t blame her. She’d probably be panicking more than the Jedi was.

Anakin warily eyed his Master, “so do I.”

Obi-Wan continued watching, “Come now, the nose or the ear? Which do you think it’ll enter?”

Anakin dropped his head and sighed, “I think the nose.”

“I really hope this part of the plan,” Luminara called.

“Isn’t it always? Cody! Now!” Obi-Wan dropped his hand from his beard and quickly stepped forward. 

Everyone that had been hiding turned their headlamps on, confusing the bugs. Screeching began and Rasha’s head started pounding. She and the rest of the troops continuously shot at the pillars. Anakin and Obi-Wan freed Luminara and Anakin snatched Poggle before he could try to fly away. Obi-Wan began reaching to pick up the dropped worm but Anakin crushed it under his boot before Obi-Wan could reach it. Once the four of them were through the doorway, blaster fire increased, bringing the ceiling in on the queen and everyone ran before the zombies came back to their senses. The wind from the collapse made the stench go deeper into Rasha’s nose and she had to stop momentarily to keep herself from being sick.

Echo was quick to grab her, almost yanking her arm off in the process. “I know it smells like osik in here, but we need to keep running! I don’t need those damn bugs picking you up too!" He panted, "Fives would kill me!” He didn’t let go until they were at the tunnel they had dropped down through. “How are we going to get up that?!”

The biggest gush of wind caused by the rest of the cave collapsing pushed them against the wall, and everyone decided unanimously to try using the force of it to make their way up and jumped with the Jedi helping them up the rest of the way once they reached the top. The bugs were closing in as they were getting the last few through the tunnel and grabbed one of them. He screamed and tried holding on to the ledge but was gone within seconds. They were forced to leave him and close the tunnel opening in the ground, blocking anything from entering or leaving.

Rasha was more than happy to be out of the stink hole but needed to sit on some rocks as far away as possible from it in a futile attempt to keep her lunch down. When she was finished, Echo came over with a canteen. “You gonna be okay there Cap?”

“I have no clue.” Rasha looked up, feeling like her whole face was green. “Did anybody get hurt?”

“We’ll look when we get back and you don’t look like shit.”

She rolled her eyes. “Thanks… I guess."

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[sleepy-achilles]

I think a part 4 to Leon’s Nightmare would be awesome, this series is so cool to read!!!!

Sorry this took so long.

Leon's Nightmare- Part 4

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--Fast forwarded to Wrestlemania 39--

Leon frowns as he leans back. "Gutted about our match man" Damien sighs. "Dont be, I talked them into giving you a match still" Leon admits. "Yeah? Against who?" Damien asks. "Solo. Only bloodline member without a match. I was supposed fight him tomorrow." Leon shrugs. "Oh yeah that'll be fun" Damien smirks watching as the other man leans further back. "Gotten good at that then?" He asks. "Hmm? Oh yeah, have to make the best of it or I'll go insane" Leon huffs, mid wheelie in a wheel chair. "What even happened? Hunter just said you were in a accident." Damien asks. "It was. I was riding my bike and a car just came out of nowhere and hit me. Now I'm given this bad boy" Leon smiles.

"Yeah but can't you like heal yourself unless it's like hex stuff?" Damien asks. Leon frowns. "Yeah my..situation is a bit all over the place at the moment." Leon mutters. "Well I'm glad your back man. I'll catch you later" Damien smiles. Leon just nods as the man walks off. "Why won't you challenge roman?" "I was waiting for it. Because I'm in a wheelchair?" Leon huffs looking at his father, watching him stalk over. "Why are you taking so long to heal?" Taker asks. "Because dad I was possessed until a few months ago. You should understand, he possessed you and then turned you fully human for a few years." Leon points out.

Taker sighs. "And you were never fully human to begin with so he can't do that to you." Taker mutters. "Exactly. So I get to be stuck in this stupid thing. Only plus is I've learned some cool tricks" Leon shrugs. "That still doesn't answer why you refuse to challenge roman." Taker brings up again. Leon sinks into the chair. "I don't need the stupid belts. You know how I feel about them." Leon mutters. Taker examines him. "You don't know how long you'll be back for." Taker mutters. Leon looks at him and smiles slightly. "Correct." He whispers. "Whats been going on? You seemed to be doing well" Taker asks.

Leon just takes a deep breathe.

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Leon smiles fondly as drew and sheamus mess around. "You two are gonna get hurt then you can kiss goodbye to that wrestlemania match" Leon calls. "Lets talk about wrestlemania! You turned down a match with cody and roman to fight solo! What's up with that?" Sheamus asks pulling Leon into a side hug. "I don't need his stupid belts, that's why" Leon huffs pushing him away. "Always so confident" sheamus smirks. "Cmon, we all know Leon would win that fight." Drew huffs sitting up on the matt. "Hes gone power hungry man. Didn't you grow up with him?" Sheamus asks.

"You did. He always had the upper hand on you then" a voice whispers in his ear. Leon's eyes widen slightly as he turns around. "What?" He whispers. Drew watches Leon confused. "Lee?" Drew asks. "Sorry...thought I heard something.." Leon mutters turning back.

He jerks back as sheamus and drew stare at him with all black eyes, black thick tears rolling down their grey skin. Their necks clearly snapped. "Leon?" Drew asks in a hoarse creepy voice.

Leon catches the side of his head, closing his eyes. When he opens them again the pair are normal and staring at him in concern. "Leon? Are you alright?" Drew asks. "Yeah..yeah I'm just gonna go for a ride, you guys want McDonald's?" Leon asks grabbing his helmet. "Sure, I'll text you the order" sheamus nods. "Ride safe okay?" Drew murmurs, standing and moving to Leon. "I always do" Leon smiles giving drew a quick kiss before leaving. "You reckon he still needs time?" Sheamus asks. "Yeah. I do." Drew mutters.

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Leon shouldn't be riding. He knows that. His heart races as the world starts to disort and glitch as he drives past. "You did this. You did this to everyone you touch" the voice continues. Leon's not focusing. He's not paying attention. He doesn't see the car pulling out. He doesn't hear the horns. All he knows is one minute he's speeding down the road and the next his bike is wrapped around a tree and his body is going crashing into on coming traffic.

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Leon's hospital stay is a fuzzy, distorted mess. A voice in his ear the entire time bullying and taunting him as he has to stare at his loved ones worried faces.

Worse of all. He was out of commission. And yeah that meant he couldn't wrestle but it also meant he couldn't fight ministry. He was screwed.

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Leon can't help but bite his lower lip as he watches drews match. He can't leave him again, leaving him the first time didn't seem to work anyways. He always seems to come back. Every damn time.

"Whats troubling ya?" Shawn asks. "Everything." Leon whispers. "In pain?" He questions. Leon shakes his head. "I just don't know what to do" Leon whispers. Shawn frowns and massages Leon's shoulders. Leon sighs and leans into the touch. "About what? Roman?" Shawn asks. "No..I don't care for roman." "Ministry than. He's still haunting you?" Shawn questions. Leon tenses and slowly looks back at shawn. Shawn just smiles.

"You aren't his first victim, Leon."

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NOTES

Sorry this took so long.

I also wanted to give Damien his wrestlemania match but also explain why Leon's not having one.

Also screw Leon. Me and my homies hate Leon.

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #leon michaels #drew mcintyre

[morganwrites-starwars]

I Stand Here Right Beside You- Chapter 10: Darjetti

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

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          Luke was sitting with his legs crossed on the gray mats covering the training room floor. From his spot off to the side, Cody watched as Luke took a series of deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. Luke looked over to Cody with a nervous smile. Cody responded with a nod, not responding with a smile due to his helmet.

            The door opened, and Luke scrambled to his feet as Lord Vader entered the room. Lord Vader walked up to Luke and stopped in front of him. “Son.”

            “Father,” Luke greeted politely, folding his hands behind his back so he could look respectful but still be able to fidget with his hands.

            Lord Vader examined Luke for a moment before reaching into a pocket on his belt. Lord Vader pulled out a small metal sphere that was maybe seven and a half centimeters in diameter. In total silence, Lord Vader dropped the ball to the ground. The ball rolled a few meters away before coming to a stop. Luke looked between the ball and Lord Vader in confusion.

            “Luke, bring the ball back here,” Lord Vader instructed. Luke moved to walk over to the ball but stopped at Lord Vader’s harsh, “No. Use the force.”

            Luke looked stunned for a moment before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. His face contorted as he tried to move the ball using the Force. Lord Vader watched quietly, not offering any assistance. CC-2224 watched with little interest. It knew that Luke was capable of moving things with the Force. On the rare occasion when CC-2224 managed to startle Luke, Luke would accidentally fling nearby small objects in defense. There were no longer many fragile things in their apartment.

            After a minute of Luke straining to move the ball, his face starting to turn red, the ball moved a few centimeters closer. When it didn’t continue to move, Luke let out a deep breath, nearly a sigh, and relaxed his tensed muscles. Luke opened his eyes and carefully looked back at Lord Vader.

            Lord Vader gave no indication of his feelings- postured rigid as always and breathing loud and steady. “Try again,” Lord Vader prompted. Luke’s hands curled into fists as he closed his eyes and tried to move the ball again. “Move the ball here.”

            “I’m really trying,” Luke promised. The ball shook slightly but didn’t move forward.

            “You are not trying hard enough.”

            CC-2224 could tell Luke was getting frustrated. He was breathing harder and his shoulders were shaking.

            “Feel the force, reach out to it and use it to move the ball,” Lord Vader instructed as Luke continued to struggle. “The Force surrounds everything. You only need to grasp it to wield its power.” Luke was breathing deeply and reached out a hand towards the ball. “Feel the force around the ball, grab it, and PULL,” Lord Vader demanded. The ball moved again, nearly half a meter this time. But it stopped again, still a few meters away. Luke’s shoulders sagged as he released a breath. Luke stayed hunched into himself. Lord Vader shook his head in disappointment.

            “I tried,” Luke panted out. “But the force didn’t want to move it.”

            Lord Vader’s hand curled into a fist, the synth-leather creaking at the movement. “It does not matter what the Force wants. You are to command it, bend it to your will if you must. You do not bend to it.”

            Luke frowned and looked up at his father. “Why do I have to do that? I could move the ball a little bit- it was just like I had to ask nicely!”

            Lord Vader scoffed. “That is how the Jedi thought, and it is what led to their destruction. They were weak. If you are to become a Sith, become the Imperial Prince, you cannot be weak. You will be strong. You have the right to control the Force- it is your birthright.”

            Luke was quiet. He was looking down at his feet. “What if I don’t want to be a prince?” Luke asked meekly.

            “You do not have a choice. You will either live up to your potential or will be destroyed-like the Jedi.”

            “Ok,” Luke quietly agreed, still staring down at the floor.

            “Good. Now, move the ball. Use your emotions, use your anger and grab hold of the Force and move the ball.”

            CC-2224 didn’t know how the Force worked. All the talk about controlling the Force versus following the Force flowed in one ear and out the other. But at the not-subtle threat against Luke, it stiffened up. It also felt angry at the comparison between Luke and the traitor Jedi. How dare Lord Vader compare his son, Luke, who was loyal to his bones, to the evil, traitorous Jedi scum? How dare Vader talk that way about the people he betrayed-

            Whoosh!

            The ball shot forward and nailed Luke in the chest. Luke fell onto his back, a pained and surprised noise coming from his mouth. He coughed for a second, trying to regain his breath. But soon enough, he could breathe again. While still on his back, Luke held the ball up to his father without making eye contact.

            “Good,” Lord Vader praised. “Good. I expect you to work on this skill and to be able to move the ball on command by next week. And catch it.”

            With that, Lord Vader swept out of the room without any parting remarks. Luke sat up while clutching the ball tightly to his chest. The second the door closed, Cody hurried to Luke and kneeled next to him. Cody rested a hand on Luke’s shoulder and examined him.

            “Are you ok?” Cody asked as he continued his examination, taking in how Luke was clutching the ball and how his chest was moving with shaky exhalations.

            “Yeah, yeah,” Luke said, “I just, I want to go back home.”

            Cody sighed and nodded. He stood up and offered his hand out to Luke. Luke took it with one hand, his other hand still tightly clutching the ball to his chest. They walked hand-in-hand out of the training room.

            As they walked, Luke muttered, “My chest hurts.”

            Cody looked down at him and frowned. “We’ll take a look at it when we get back, ok?”

            Luke nodded in agreement and spoke again, “I like your training better.”

            Cody let out a chuckle as he opened the door to the apartment. He rustled Luke’s hair. “Thanks, ad’ika.”

            Cody led Luke into the refresher and had him sit on the toilet and take off his shirt. Cody took his helmet on and set it on the small counter next to the sink. Cody opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out the tube of bacta he kept in there. When Cody turned around, he sighed. There was a bright red mark on Luke’s sternum, right where the ball had hit him.

            Cody kneeled in front of Luke and held up the bacta. “I’m going to put this on your chest. Hopefully, it’ll stop a bruise from forming.” Luke nodded, and Cody carefully applied a layer of bacta to the red area. Once he was done, he stood up. “Ok. Let that dry, and if it still hurts in the morning, we can add another layer.”

            Cody sent Luke to change into more comfortable and loose clothes. Once Luke had left the fresher, Cody put the bacta away and closed the medicine cabinet. He rested his forehead against the mirror ad sighed, idly watching the transparisteel fog up with condensation. He closed his eyes and listened to Luke moving around in his room, just on the other side of the wall.

            With Luke distracted and in another room, Cody let himself feel the rage that grew in his chest whenever he had to listen to Vader. Today the rage was worse; Cody’s instinctual rage at Vader combined with his anger at Luke getting hurt. Yes, logically, he knew it would be impossible to keep Luke from all harm. In fact, during their own training, Luke would get the occasional stray bruise from landing or hitting wrong. But this was different. Because Vader hadn’t cared, he had left the moment he felt his job was accomplished. And what was Vader thinking, telling Luke he would ‘be destroyed’ if he didn’t follow the path that Vader, and the Emperor, chose?

            Cody knew what it was like not to have a choice. He had been bred to be the perfect soldier and had no purpose outside of war and the military. The first time someone had asked him what he wanted to do when the war was over, and he couldn’t remember who it was that asked- Cody had thought it ridiculous before realizing he’d never thought that far. Cody had never let himself think that far ahead- having subconsciously assumed he wouldn’t make it to the end of the war, like many of his vode. But he had survived. But instead of moving on, becoming a farmer, or whatever else his vode had dreamed of, he was still a soldier- he still didn’t have a choice.

            But he did have a choice, didn’t he? Cody could leave. He could take Luke and run to the Outer Rim, to Wild Space even. Start a small farm, grow all the food he and Luke could need, and raise Luke all by himself. Cody could make sure Luke had an actual childhood. They could be a real family, him, Luke, and Obi-wan.

            Wait, who?

            Cody hissed in a breath as his brain tried to leave his skull, taking a pix-ax to his temple.  Cody hunched over the sink and tried to take in full, deep breaths as he tried to fight back the pain and the ever-creeping darkness.

            No. Not now. Go away. Kriff off. Cody told the darkness. He felt cold pinpricks in his hands and feet as if the darkness was trying to grab onto him, give him frostbite. Cody clenched his hands and set his jaw. And in that moment, an idea came to him- a lesson he had learned some time ago by a teacher he could not remember. He pictured a wall built of beskar, strong and impenetrable.  He imagined this wall surrounding his conscious and slammed it up in the face of the darkness. Cody felt himself begin to go unconscious from the mounting pain. He had a final thought before he fully passed out- Dank farrik.

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[griefdestined]

Summary: a little ficlet of Duster handing Obi-Wan a cup of caf and the leading allergic reaction ( and Cody’s ensuing panic ) This is considered canon to this blog. Triggers: anaphylactic shock Word Count: 1,212 Notes: i’ve never actually had an allergic reaction like this so this is probably medically incorrect but I didn’t feel like doing research. 

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It was day four of their campaign on a small planet in the Outer Rim - Vila. The planet wasn’t deemed important to the Senate in terms of resources or trade, but any possibility of the Separatists claiming more support was enough to send the Jedi. The natives to the planet were kind people, with a society made up of tribes and different class systems based off their area of expertise.

In a different timeline, Obi-Wan could see himself next to Qui-Gon learning about their culture and customs while negotiating the planet’s entrance into the Republic. Unfortunately, that was not what the Force gave him. 

It was day four of Obi-Wan not having any sleep, none of his men really had gotten a good night’s sleep - save naps that they took here and there while a specific unit was on watch. Being their General, Obi-Wan was not granted such luxury. The Force sustained him, and had continued to do so, but even the Force had its limits. A headache had been forming at the base of his neck and right above his eyebrows as he stared at the projection of the land. 

Despite the helmet that was blocking view of his Commander’s expression, it was not hard for Obi-Wan to imagine the man’s lips pulled down into a frown judging by the waves of concern and annoyance floating from the man into the Force like smoke dissipating into the air with little wisps. Obi-Wan always found it interesting how Cody’s emotions appeared. For other people, it was almost like a bubble of pulsing waves, whereas Cody was smoky and wispy - as if he felt them and instead of pushing them inside, he pushed them outward. Obi-Wan believed it was as close to releasing emotions into the Force that a Force-null person could get. 

“Here you are, General,” a voice apparated at his side with a gloved hand holding out a traveler’s cup. In the back of his head, he recognized the voice as Duster’s - one of Ghost Company. 

“Oh, thank you,” the Jedi murmured softly taking the proffered drink without taking his eyes off the projection. Disapproval lashed out from Cody, enough to garner Obi-Wan’s attention leading him to take his eyes off the projection to give the other a glance. 

Duster and Cody were facing each other, but there was no sound around him. Ah...internal comms. He trusted the Commander to tell him if it was anything important. So back to the task at hand. Absentmindedly, he took a sip of his drink and as soon as the liquid hit his throat the man’s spine straightened in alarm. Kriff. Carefully, Obi-Wan placed the drink on the table in front of him, already feeling the itch at the back of his throat. 

“Commander. With me,” blurted out of him sharply enough that the man addressed straightened and immediately started following as Obi-Wan rushed to the nearest tent in the most unalarming way he could attempt. 

“General,” Cody started unsure of the situation considering Kenobi was never that short with him.

As soon as they were behind the tent flaps, Obi-Wan turned around, a flush creeping up his neck and starting to stain his cheeks. He cleared his throat. With a raspy voice he once again blurted out, “I’m allergic to caf.”

In an instant, Cody’s helmet was ripped off as he rushed over to his General who was getting redder, veins in his throat starting to bulge. “Kriff, why haven’t you told us?”

“No one…ever gives me caf,” the voice was much raspier as a hand clutched at Cody’s shoulder while the Commander led Obi-wan toward a cot being pushed down to sit.

Obi-Wan didn’t want to panic, but he was starting to panic. His throat was swelling by the instant, body buzzing as it was put into over time trying to figure out what to do with the foreign invader. Cody was blurting into his communicator as deft hands started opening Obi-Wan’s tunics, at least attempting to get the collar of his undershirt away having noticed Obi-Wan clawing at it.

In seconds, Needles was rushing into the tent with a syringe in hand. “Who the hell gave him caf,” he roared in anger pushing Cody aside and plunging the syringe into the General’s thigh, as carefully yet as quickly as possible.

“You knew?” Cody growled, anger coursing through him that he was Kenobi’s right-hand man and had yet to know that the man was allergic to the most popular drink aboard The Negotiator.

Needles scoffed as he massaged the General’s thigh around the entry point while the man being cared for started taking deeper breaths, eyes hazy from the allergic reaction and not entirely present for the conversation. “Of course I knew. I’m his medic.” The medic’s demeanor softened upon realizing that the General would be fine, his eyes slipped over to Cody with a strange look, “He never told you?”

“No.” Cody responded clinically. He was upset yes, but now was not the time to talk about it, especially with his General right in front of them. It was rude to talk of the man and his decisions as such.

Needles hummed in thought and then turned back to his patient running a quick hand through the man’s hair in a comforting gesture. “You’re alright General, I’ll be right back so I can get a proper look at you and get a line started. The initial panic is over,” he murmured softly. So kind in fact, that Cody had only ever seen the man act like that toward their brothers that were beyond help. Was he softer to the General, or was Kenobi in actual danger? No…Needles would not be that calm if Kenobi was still in danger.

As Needles left, Cody and Obi-Wan remained alone with Obi-Wan now laying on the cot looking even more exhausted than before but at least his body wasn’t actively killing him. The silence was loud, despite the contradiction of that sentence, broken only by Obi-Wan’s deep breaths.

“I didn’t mean to not tell you,” the Jedi started breaking the silence. Cody had to stop himself from wincing at how wrecked his voice sounded. “In all honesty, I just forgot and- “

Cody uncharacteristically cut him off. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” Then as if realizing how those word could seem harsh, started again. “What I mean is, yes, I was hurt at first you didn’t tell me. I know it’s nothing against me…” he trailed off. The unspoken comment that Obi-Wan was just a very private person sometimes to the point of self-destruction hung in between them.

The quiet was even worse this time. Obi-Wan felt like a Padawan once again, and he could picture something like this happening as a young man but with Qui-Gon in Cody’s place. Disappointment at Obi-Wan’s failures unfelt in the Force, and unspoken, but understood. When Obi-Wan failed to respond, Cody cleared his throat. “I’m going to talk to Duster.”

“Alright,” was the quiet near whispered response from the General. He wanted to ask Cody to stay, not wanting to be alone. But he felt he didn’t exactly deserve the comfort, so he only watched as the Commander left the tent.

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[happytroopers]

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

Teasing // Crosshair x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s scary.” Raina nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[kaijusplotch]

Ok there is something that really annoys me about people and the bad batch

Rant ahead you have been warned

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Hunter is the SARGEANT of the Bad Batch. He IS THE ONE IN COMMAND.

People don't seem to understand what military hierarchy means, even in Star Wars.

So let's take a look here at the "ranks" of clones and the batch.

Cody: MARSHAL COMMANDER of the GAR and Third Systems array. COMMANDER of the 212 Battalion. Answers only to Palpatine (realistically) and Generals.

Wolffe: Commander of the 104th. Answers to Palpatine, Generals, OR the Marshal Commander (Cody).

Rex: Captain (later promoted to Commander) of the 501st. Answers to Palpatine, Marshal Commander Cody, Generals, Commanders (including Ahsoka).

Greggor: Commando Captain. Answers to Palpatine, Marshal Commander Cody, Generals, Commanders.

Hunter: Sargeant. Highest rank of the bad batch. Answers to Palpatine, Generals, Marshal Commander Cody, Commanders, and Captains.

Echo: ARC trooper. Now there are a LOT of ranks between Echo and Hunter. But there is some independence with ARC troopers. They are, as their name suggests, Advanced Recon Commandos. Echo answers to everyone above him, but he has some leeway in "respect"? He leads small squads of regular troopers or works with other ARCs in specialized units and missions.

Finally we have the rest of the batch:

Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair: all Troopers. Unranked officially, they are specialized but they are, to put it bluntly; Cannon fodder in the scheme of things. They are the "enlisted men".

Now why is this important for people to understand?

It comes from the many MANY posts I see complaining that Hunter is self centered and refuses to "rescue" his brother, and puts the batch over "regs". Saying he doesn't care about the others or about Crosshair.

These people are disregarding the fact that Hunter is THE HIGHEST RANKING CLONE IN THE BAD BATCH.

YES. The bad batch is family. But that is SECOND to them being a Squad in many aspects.

Hunter has his entire squad AND OMEGA'S lives in his hands every single time he takes a mission from Cid.

Being in command of a squad means you have to either prioritize the mission or your men. Hunter is far more compassionate than people make him out to be. He does not like putting his men, his brothers, into situations that would risk their lives.

Yes, he has "left Crosshair behind". But let's take a look at EVERY SINGLE ENCOUNTER THEY HAVE HAD WITH CROSSHAIR SINCE HE WAS TAKEN OUT OF THE BRIG IN AFTERMATH!!!

Crosshair has had MULTIPLE fully trained clone troopers, often double digits or MORE, align with the three/four? (rip man who got shot you were a good one for an empire brown noser) highly trained Nat born soldiers with him Every. Single. Time.

Crosshair is deadly on his own, but he has been fighting the chip. Look at how many shots he has MISSED! Or even took WARNING shots like on Bracca on Tech!! He could have sniped him through his open helmet gap and his goggles! But Crosshair DIDN'T. SO to people saying Crosshair is EVIL, no. He is fighting. But he is not the focus of this rant.

Hunter KNOWS the limits of his squad. And he knows without their lookout/sniper/eyes in the sky Crosshair, they are fucked. Add in the non-combatant Omega, A CHILD, and Hunter has to protect those under his command.

He knows that his squad cannot take on Crosshair and any troopers he is allowed to have without loosing lives.

The lives of the many outweigh the lives of the few l.

Hunter knows where Crosshair is. He knows that as of right now; Crosshair is an asset to the empire and Hunter doesn't think Rampart will decommission him.

Now what about Hunter not listening to Echo?

Echo has barely any rank. His advice and comments are advisory at the very most. But listen, Hunter DOES take Echo's thoughts into consideration. Echo has had FAR more training than Tech or Wrecker, he has seen things the Batch hasn't.

Echo technically is out of line, but Hunter NEVER pulls his rank on Echo. He listens he stores those comments away to think them over.

And in today's episode? He realizes that yes! Echo is right. Hunter realized yes, this is similar to Sako Minor. He took a risk and listened to his ARC trooper.

And they almost made it. But let's look at the order in which the group got into the Marauder.

Wrecker plays main cover for Echo and Gregor to get in. Gregor is injured and Echo does not has as much fire power and foghorn capability as he has one arm.

Next up? Tech. He is less armored, and although highly capable, with the fighters coming back, they needed Tech to pilot and hold the Marauder steady.

Hunter is LAST. He puts his MEN his BROTHERS ahead of his own safety.

And when he fails to get in? When he falls off the side OF A FUCKING MOUNTAIN while the Havoc Marauder is in a dogfight with what are basically Proto-Tie fighters?

He ORDERS them to LEAVE HIM BEHIND.

Hunter knows the lives of the many outweigh the lives of the few. Even his own. Greggor is injured and needs help. The Havoc has taken damage and will not survive a long dogfight.

Hunter makes the call to put his men, AGAIN, above the mission. To his own detriment. To him being captured.

And I don't think he is expecting a rescue. Because he expects his brothers to put the lives of themselves and Omega over his life.

#star wars clone wars #the bad batch #RANT #military in Star Wars