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clonewarslover55 · 1 year
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The Price of a Mile
Notes: Sabaton is a fantastic heavy metal band that sings about war to educate people.(They have a large youtube channel explaining all of their songs and it's GREAT! It's great for people who don’t like heavy metal and want to learn quick things!) Sabaton has actually taught me a lot about the many wars, battles, and fights that have plagued this planet over the short time the human race has been here. A lot of these songs make me think of the Clone Wars and the poor soldiers there! So I took one of their songs that breaks my heart every time I hear it, and made a fic out of it!
I also know that most Clone Wars warfare wasn’t trench warfare but I wrote it anyway!
I highly suggest you listen to The Price of a Mile by Sabaton and try many of their other songs! They are fantastic and heart wrenching.
Lyrics will be shown by either formatting or by ‘’
Warnings: This shit gets depressing. Battle details, gruesome here and there, mentions of death and blood. Its war, its ugly, gross, and sad.
The young clone sat in the trench, mud covered and soaked by rain and blood. He looked amongst his exhausted brothers, then glanced past them into the scarred fields. The fields of this world were once green and beautiful, now they are scarred and are nothing but mud and rain filled holes. Skeletons of destroyed houses and barns were scattered amongst the fields, dead livestock strewn about them. Bodies of clones and droids alike were everywhere as well, unmoving as the mud slowly sucked them into shallow wet graves.
Then it clicked for him. ‘What was the purpose of it all?’ The sun began to set as he gripped the arm of the brother closest to him. “We’ve been at this for weeks….We have hardly made any progress. Each foot we gain we lose hundreds of men. What is the price of a mile?”
The other clone looked at him, before he spoke a nearby shell exploded, covering them both in a fresh layer of mud and gore. He wiped the mud from his visor and sighed, “Thousands.” He spoke, his voice gruff and emotionless.
The young shiny just stared at him before turning to look past the trenches and into the no man's land, and past that, an army of droids. They had pushed them back some today, the remaining droids falling back so they could regroup when the Separatists dropped off more into the thick overgrown forests where they held their line.  
‘And as the night falls the general calls
And the battle carries on and on
How long?
What is the purpose of it all
What's the price of a mile?’
When it was time to push forward his heart strings pulled at the mere sight of it all. Dead brothers, everywhere. They were nothing but pawns, tools of the Republic to win this petty war. Hot tears ran down his cold face, but he could hardly tell through the sweat and rain that mixed with it all.
They pushed forward though, their commander leading the way. His once colorful armor was now patches of white underneath layers and layers of crusted over mud and blood. Their Jedi was still nowhere to be seen, he would remain on cushy Coruscant until the hard work was completed and they got to the Sepratist base. He gritted his teeth and began the march with his brothers.
‘Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young men's lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in the trench with no way out’
The mud as they marched sucked their feet in, making walking difficult. The mud was so bad the tanks couldn’t be moved yet, their feet trapped. Their mechanical feet were stuck just like thousands of brothers already. Underneath the cold mud, dead and finally at peace. The mud was getting so bad it was beginning to trap and drown men who walked on the more unlevel spots. The young clone believed some may even have done it on purpose, the exhaustion finally enough for some.
They continued on, stepping over destroyed and mangled droids. The rain was pelting them like bullets, the wind so harsh he couldn’t hear the commander over it. Luckily the comms in most of their helmets weren’t broken so some could still hear orders. He could hear, his helmet still new. His armor was no longer shiny though, it was already scarred and painted by mud, and he had only been on the battlefield for a month.
Once at the next set of trenches they dug back in, the fighting and death starting back up. The young clone felt like he had won nothing… but of course the knowledge of how much he hated this. War was nothing but bloodshed and pain to him, thousands dying for just mere feet of ground! It broke his heart, so many young men dead. And for what?
‘Still a deadlock at the front line
Where the soldiers die in mud
Roads and houses since long gone
Still no glory has been won
Know that many men has suffered
Know that many men has died
Six miles of ground has been won
Half a million men are gone
And as the men crawled the general called
And the killing carried on and on
How long?
What's the purpose of it all?
What's the price of a mile?’
After they gained the sixth mile the young clone was caught by droid laser fire, scarring his armor and heart even more. Would he make it through? Did he even want to? Exhaustion and hunger gripped him, digging in and bringing down his morale. As he stared up at the gray sky, the rain pelting his armor he sighed. He didn’t feel much, just a deep sadness as he grew colder, his blacks now fully dampened by blood and rain.
The young clone could finally rest now, the terrors of war would no longer haunt him. The nightmares were over now, for him. But for many others it raged on, and it would never stop.
‘Young men are dying
They pay the price
Oh how they suffer
So tell me what's the price of a mile
That's the price of a mile.’
End note: I actually enjoyed writing about a song like this! I would love to do more if anyone asked! 
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saxophone-cat · 11 months
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My sister didn’t believe that the homeless 501st veteran was Temuera Morrison so I had to give Cody his hair and then she said “oh ok I can kinda see it”
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orange-twilek-guy · 8 months
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Office Visit
Umm 😊 just a little 900 word quick thingy I wrote for Silvanis. That little guy is 90% of my brain currently
Includes mentions of: Discrimination
Silvanis reclined back into his chair and stared at the paperwork they had yet to complete. Despite dedicating most of his day -and night- to completing the work it continued to tower over their neatly organized desk. His green eyes skimmed the nearest page, preparing to sign it after he finished with his small break. Kage were known for their excellent memory.. or at least that’s what a droid had informed him of after Silvanis had impressed another senator with his ability to recall previous senate matters but the young senator couldn’t remember any point in his life where he hadn’t felt swamped with work. His right hand reached over to massage his dominant hand’s wrist instinctively to prevent cramps but he was stopped by the wrist brace he was wearing.
A light flicked on overhead and he looked up in surprise, his eyes adjusting to seeing in the light rather than the dark. Silvanis had forgotten he had switched it off in hopes to be able to leave the office sooner than later but that was a long gone mission now. His attention settled on a figure in his office doorway- Silvanis recognised the armour as the Coruscant Guard. The young Kage shifted in his chair and sat straighter, his hands coming to rest on the cool metal of their desk.
“Yes?” Silvanis found himself speaking first, he saw the clone straighten up as he addressed him. Exhaustion had crept into the young teen’s voice and carved away some of the formalities that usually decorated his speech. “What has brought you to my office?” Silvanis further prompted from the stranger although he had a sneaking suspicion it most likely had something to do with the clone personhood bill Silvanis had presented to the senate floor just a few rotations ago.
“With all due respect senator, why’d you do it?” The clone asked, nerves bringing him to his point far too swiftly to be considered polite. Silvanis could feel the Guard’s eyes searching his expression from behind the visor. They wondered why the guard was so anxious speaking with him but Silvanis chose to not think on it too much.
“Do what? I have done plenty of things you will have to clarify” Silvanis replied, although he felt as if his suspicion was correct he preferred to have all the clarification he could before he answered.
“Pushing for my brothers’ rights” The clone clarified, clearing his throat. Silvanis had expected this to be what the clone wanted to know but he still found himself unprepared to answer. He wasn’t quite sure what to say and his eyes searched the wall opposite to him as if it would hint towards what to say.
It made sense why the guard was curious to it, Silvanis didn’t fault them for it. The young kage wasn’t as good with people as his job description wanted him to be, he was hard to read with his cold nature and Silvanis didn’t quite understand the emotions of people around him. This didn’t change when he interacted with the guard and so the clones just thought of him as another harsh senator that didn’t want anything to do with them. Silvanis also had not advocated for anything of this nature previously either unlike the other senators he had worked with on this bill so they understood how seemed out of the blue for any outsiders. The reason he did it was quite simple to the senator, Silvanis saw his people in the clone’s position. His people, the kage, had been oppressed by the Belugans for as long as any kage could remember. Silvanis saw some of the discrimination the clones faced and he was reminded of the treatment they had seen his people get his whole life. A part of Silvanis also hoped that if they helped them, it might alleviate some of the guilt he had from the setbacks he knew he was the cause of for the kage warriors. A civil war had raged on Quarzite, his home planet, between the kage and the belugans for centuries and after allying themselves with the republic for trade Lord Otua Blank wanted to keep the republic from involving themselves against his rather tyrannical rule and had chosen to raise a kage to use as a puppet in the senate to try and paint Quarzite more equal than it was. Silvanis had filled that role and played out the Lord’s wishes as he was demanded too. He knew he couldn’t help his people but he could do something to help the clones. Silvanis had justified his advocacy of the clones to Lord Blank by convincing him that the clones may one day remember this and return the favor. “I am not certain myself” Silvanis admitted although the lie didn’t quite fit right in his mouth. He hoped the guard wouldn’t question it. The senator didn’t elaborate any further and an uncomfortable, awkward silence fell between the two of them.
“Thank you for your time senator, I’ll be going” The clone sounded more on edge than he did previously. Silvanis nodded his head forward silently and watched as the guardsman retreated from his office and darkness fell upon the room again. Silvanis blinked a few times to readjust to it. He continued to stare at the wall as a familiar shame burned at him. Shame for what he had done to the kage, shame for the things Silvanis knew would do and the shame he felt at not being able to fit in neatly with anyone around him. One day he was sure it would swallow him alive.
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sunshinesdaydream · 2 months
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Rare Clones Fixer Can't Fight this Feeling-Fixer x Reader: Rare Clone Fic Exchange Thrill Prompts Cop Car by Keith Urban : Corrie Guard Clone OC Thrill x GN Reader Up All Night by Beck: Corrie Guard Clone OC Thrill x GN Reader(Bad Ass Parkour Reader Returns) the hands on the waist omg then they feel themselves pulled closer? " begging is a good look for you."
Monster AU Werewolves of Coruscant: Part One: Thrill- Werewolf!Thrill x Werewolf!Reader
Unknown/Any Clone x Reader Could Cry Just Thinkin About You by Troye Sivan : Unnamed Clone x GN Reader I get by with a little help from my friends : Reader x ?
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sabellart · 2 months
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they’re insufferable
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nabasart · 10 months
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Julius + Van Gogh and some Clone High ocs
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Making a Nautolan oc bc why not. She doesn't have a name, so suggestions are helpful. (She/her)
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The design is inspired off of a strawberry squid
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The second one isn't a strawberry squid, I just thought it looked cute lol
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planetary · 5 months
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btw
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edge-lorde · 1 year
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Hello folks! Brothers Unnamed comic is now fully updated on ao3!
come find me! pluckyducky on AO3!
All of the comics ive posted here, ive posted there. come read them in an organized fashion, all in one place! I've even fixed a few typos!
Transcriptions available upon request! I have them all up on Deviantart . and AO3, but i think the text is only visible with a screen reader there.
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lupinshanshin · 8 months
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boyheros · 19 days
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ok I was drawing pony maverick earlier and it got me thinking about the other clones. I made Maverick a pegasus and I was content with that for all the clones too BUT I realized ohh well cuz many of the clones are genetically modified maybe I can use that to make some of the clones different kinds of ponies? so here we go:
Maverick is a pegasus as previously stated bc of his everlasting angel motif (original version of his character was an angel lol). Ana is a unicorn, she has a superiority complex about it. Uses her magic lifting-things skills to wield her defacing scissors. Foster, Hurricane, and the currently unnamed G clone would probably all also be pegasi for consistency. the Template Maverick as well.
Elaine though, she would also be a unicorn. She's a surgeon so the magic thing could be for. healing spells or whatever MLP characters do. or wielding surgical tools idk. but it fits really well because in the story Ana's favorite successor clone is Elaine, due some similarities they share and blah blah whatever else. so them both being unicorns shows that well methinks
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stairset · 1 year
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Something something Jesse’s first appearance in terms of release order was The Deserter and in that episode he takes command in Rex’s place cause Rex is injured and he’s trying to protect Rex in contrast to his final appearance, Victory and Death, where he once again takes command but this time it’s because Rex has been branded a traitor and he’s trying to kill him.
Furthermore, something something Jesse has armor markings in The Deserter but when he briefly cameos in Practice Makes Perfect his armor is completely white meaning he hasn’t painted it yet meaning the first chunk of that episode takes place before The Deserter and thus would be his first appearance in terms of timeline order. So his chronological first appearance has him shooting at Ahsoka for training purposes, again, in contrast to Victory and Death where he’s shooting at her for real.
So basically no matter which way you look at it his first appearance is a really fucked up parallel to his final appearance.
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sunshinesdaydream · 9 months
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hi sunshine! song for writing prompt: could cry just thinkin about you by troye sivan
Back on my angst train! It could just be hormones that is making me all teary, but this one hit me about as hard as my "Celebration" blurb did. Also, never heard this song before! Thanks for broadening my horizons! And for the ask. I might have cried, but I enjoyed this.
Pairing: Unnamed Clone x GN Reader, Unnamed Clones X GN Reader, Unnamed Clone & Unnamed Clone (as platonic/brother soulmates) NO CLONECEST! Content Warnings: Death mentions. Mourning, bad coping choices. Word Count: 462
“It's not you, it's me,” You sob, truthfully into the arms of yet another man.
You had done it again, gone out and tried to get yourself into a drunk enough space to forget, flirted with one of them until they went home with you. Only to break down crying. They never would be him, for all they all were meant to be the same. They weren't.
They all responded with kindness and immediate understanding, but even within that were the ones who stoically comforted you through your tears. The ones who held you and let you sob on them, them still placing soft kisses in your hair. The ones who cried with you, tears streaming down their face as well. The ones that tried to hide their anger at the galaxy while comforting you.
Another brother lost to the war that made them. The war that had brought you together with him. Another person hurt irreparably by this disaster that surrounded them all.
They left, ensuring you had been cared for. Making sure a friend of yours would be checking in, if not a friend they would contact a nat born medic within the GAR. You would wake tucked into your bed, water and pain reliever on your bedside.
You swore you would never do it again. They had enough pain without having to be exposed to yours.
But of course it was a lie. You went through the cycle again. Trying to distract yourself, bury yourself in your former interests, and trying to form new ones. In daily life, in volunteer work. Grasping at anything. But ultimately nothing worked.
You were back at 79's, drunk on cheap whiskey, draped on the lap of another. This time when you stumble into your apartment together, when the inevitable small thing that pulls you from your forced fantasy happens, when you burst into sobs. When you begin explaining he begins to sob just as hard, forcing his own loss out. His last batch mate, best friend, his other half. He was trying to forget too, trying to move past a loss, and failing miserably.
You sob into each other's shoulders until you both calm. He presses his forehead to yours and sings the Vode An through tears, repeating their names after.
You hold on to each other, until tears dry out, until you both fall asleep on your couch.
He was still there the next morning, both of you hung over. But over cups of caf you shared stories of those lost.
It was late that evening when he left, kissing your forehead and telling you he would com tomorrow.
And he did, everyday after that. And slowly you both moved forward, helping each other to mourn, to remember instead of forget.
Song Fic Request- Send me another song!!!
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faeymouse · 2 years
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Ready to protect this man with my life fyi
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rexxdjarin · 2 years
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I am so unbelievably emotional and hurt and upset about the homeless clone vet. They all deserved so much better. They’re HUMAN MEN. they didn’t deserve to be discarded, tossed to the side with no family, no money, no health and safety or homes. They were left to fucking die and I am truly so upset.
If I wasn’t a clone rights activist before oh baby I SO FUCKING AM NOW. IM GONNA WRITE THE CLONE RIGHTS THEME INTO MY REX FIC EVEN HARDER NOW
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