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Random clone wars hcs that are just begging to be written?

Many, many headcanons and I know that not all of these play together so I apologize in advance

Rex was reconned several times when he was younger due to his hair

Rex’s batchmates all had blond hair however they were all decommed and with each decom, he was reconned

He was initially supposed to be decommed after the 5th recon but it was during that time Cody saw him and took him under his wing

Fox ends up finding out who the Sith Lord is (has found out several times) but he’s always sent to Kamino for recon

Thorn has a suspicion on who it might be but says nothing and tries his best to keep Fox from finding out so he doesn’t get reconned again but it’s always futile

There is at least one clone trooper who is a serial killer within the GAR and he uses the battles and clean-ups as excuses to take either a Vod or a local to satisfy his urge and blame the war for their disappearance/death

There are definitely some planets who despise clones and any who is left behind either from injuries or lost on these planets end up are forced to hide else they get captured and tortured or worse, sold into slavery

There is at least one planet (or a portion of it) who partakes in cannibalism no matter who it is

Dogma and Tup were accidentally left behind on the cannibalism planet and had to fight and hide for months before they were able to deny a signal out to get rescued

They saved several others including Vod and natborns

Cody and Fox has definitely been kidnapped together once and each tried to save the other from the pain by volunteering themselves but it backfired because the kidnapper just saw it as an opportunity to hurt them both

They were gone for months before Wolffe, Plo and the Wolffepack rescued them

Cody ended up losing his tongue and Fox his sight before they got rescued

Tech has only ever failed once on a mission and that mission ended up costing Wrecker’s his sight in his right eye

Cody likes to play pranks on his batchmates and has done so since he was a cadet. He’s employed the help of his batchmates’ men to know their schedules and shifts so he knows when to set up when they’re out

Thorn knows about Cody’s pranks and has kept a running tally on how often Fox gets pranked before he realizes it’s Cody and not the other Guard Commanders

Fives was put into the Clone Witness Protection Program after the whole situation with the chips

He was forced to change his name till the end of the war and got placed at the same post Dogma was transferred to after Umbara

Dogma didn’t recognize it was Fives due to his lack of tattoo and Fives couldn’t tell else his place in the program would become moot

They become decent friends and Fives found out that Dogma was the one helping the Guard with the Clone Witness Protection Program even if he doesn’t know who goes into it by researching and talking with other battalions and posts on where others to go

Meaning they were sent to Dogma’s post temporarily before being transferred to their new permanent post

Meaning Dogma knew Fives was in the program even if he didn’t know who he was specifically

Tup was originally one of the recon handlers on Kamino; he would take care of the soldiers who were sent in for recon and prepare them for duty before sending them back out

Dogma was one of his clients who got too attached which forced him to transfer to the 501st with him

When his chip malfunctioned, the Kaminoans faked his death in order to assign him back onto recon handling

During the fight with Fox, Fives ended up getting stunned and sent for recon

Tup ended up being his recon handler

I have more that I’ll add later to this post but I hope you enjoy these!! Also some of these were thought of with @justherejusttherejusteverywhere so credit to them too!!

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[chicknstripz]

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Pairings || None Warnings || Paranoia, Discussions about Decommissioning, Eugenics Synopsis || Jaing reports his discovery to Kal, and Kal being Kal decides he’s going to take the Batch under his wing. Chapters || [1][2] (reposted as the original wouldn't allow me to change the format)

It’s quiet in his room, unusually so, which usually means some kind of trouble is afoot.

Kal tries to predict it as he weaves his way from one side of the room to the other. Tries to narrow down the cause of his paranoia as he pauses at Ordo’s side, the soft fabric of his blanket all the darker in the dimmed light of the room. He’d had a long day. They all had. The hours upon hours of training pushing them to their breaking point, and he wonders (not for the first time) if he was doing wrong by them. They where children despite what anyone said, precocious pre-teens who didn’t deserve to be treated like soldiers, yet here he stood wondering if he’d pushed things a little too far in the torture conditioning.

The door to his room sighs open as he extends a hand, the sound eliciting a sleepy groan as Ordo reacts instinctively to the sound - the only thing that stops him from resting an apologetic palm on Ordo’s back.

“Udessi Ord’ika, it’s just Jaing”

He watches the clone from the corner of his eye as he enters the room, the slope of his shoulders pinched with agitation as he drops his datapad to the countertop. Kal can’t remember when they started being as tall as him. Can’t remember when they’d started being more muscle than bone, but he could distinctly remember the first time he’d been afraid of them, the realization that it was six young men against one aging mercenary hitting him when Ordo started growing facial hair.

“When are you going to tell us?”

Jaing’s voice is measured, even, his frustration carefully hidden beneath a layer of neutrality.

“Tell you about what?”

The youngster turns his head, the dim light making his pinched expression all the more profound. Kriff. He looked so much like a young Jango it hurt, the curve of his jaw and the wild curl in his hair throwing Kal into the recent and ancient past.

“About the second experimental unit.”

Second experimental unit? What on Mandalore was Jaing talking about? There was no second unit! He frowns as he takes a step closer, both hands raised in an attempt at peace as he pries for answers.

“What second unit?”

Jaing huffs a breath, his head jerking in the direction of his discarded datapad.

“The one Lama-Su okayed after they finished the Alpha run.”

Kal took another step, brining him close enough to retrieve the pad without crossing a boundary with his agitated son. At first glance the information matched what he’d seen in other files, the lines upon lines of proposed variance so close to the Alpha and Null run that he didn’t even question it. But then he saw the date! The hairs on the back of his neck bristled with cold terror as he realized he’d been lied to, again!

“Where did you find this?”

“Didn’t. Ran into one of the batch down in the mess.”

The mess? It wasn’t like the aiwha bait to let ‘special’ units out of their sight. Which meant one of two things. Either this one had managed to give them the slip, much like his boys tended to do, or they were slated for decom. Maker! They weren't his boys, but he still felt the need to run out there and hide him from the kaminoans.

“And what did you make of him?”

He watches Jaing’s features shift, the pinched anger evaporating from his brow with each word spoken.

“He reminds me of myself. Highly intelligent with neurodivergent tics. Likes to use his hands to talk. As for his build? He’s slimmer and taller than a standard trooper, with a deceptively compact build. I’d bet anything that Lama Su was trying to make a specialized intel-man, kriff knows there’s a serious lack of them in the rank and file.”

Kal couldn’t see why the Kaminoans would bother with such a thing. There were plenty of Alphas to fill the much maligned role of ‘spook’, and there were more than enough Commandos and ARCs to supplement that force when this army was finally called into service. He frowned as he scrolled down the page, trying to read between the redacted lines as he did so. There was something else going on here, something fishy, and it certainly wasn’t the Aiwha he’d named the Kaminoans after.

“I dunno kid, it’s not like them to revisit failed experiments.”

“Want me to do some more fishing?”

He nods, his thumb rubbing the side of the datapad as he scrolls back and forth over the same section of text.

“Certainly wouldn’t hurt.”

He huffed as he zeroed in on a repeated word, the size of the blacked out text suggesting a name. Maybe it was Jango? It would certainly fill the spaces he kept seeing in the text, but then again any name of similar length could easily fill the distinctive rectangle.

“And Jaing? Get me a line to the kid. Poor soul’s going to need it if the Kaminii find out he’s leaking classified intel”

“What’s that about Jaing leaking classified intel?”

Kal might have laughed if this wasn’t so serious, the layer of sleep that clings to Ordo’s voice eliciting parental indulgence in the former mercenary.

“I’m not that dini’la! Found a kindred spirit down in the mess hall who stuck a stick in our understanding of Kaminii gear.”

Ordo blinks sleepily, the movement slow as molasses as he processes the information.

“When are you ever going to accept that that particular cog will forever be jammed with osik’la nonsense?”

“Probably never.” The two youngsters chuffed with restrained amusement, the prior laughter turning sour on their tongues as the mood of the room shifted from relaxed to charged.

“Soo -- this classified intel? --”

“Oh! Right! The kaminii produced a second batch of experimental clones, one whose purpose can’t be determined.”

“You’d have thought we put them off that kind of thing.”

“Can’t cure stupid vod, you know that.”

The two teens looked at each other, then laughed again, the tension that thickened the air easing enough for Kal to breathe. He inhales, exhales, and eases his hip to the island that separates the kitchen from the main living space. A’den is watching with a sleepy eye from the pile that Ordo had just vacated, the still snoring Kom’rk sprawled over him and their dead to the world brother Prudii. That left the absent Mereel, the tap of his finger growing desperate as he opened a line to the absent null.

“You better get down here. We’ve got ourselves a situation”

“Did Ord’ika give the primeling another swirly?”

“What? Maker no! We’ve found another Kaminii secret.”

He sighed as he looked up, rather amused to find that Ordo had already averted his eyes in boyish shame.

“Please don’t tell me I have to apologize to Jango again.”

“But he was spouting osik about his buir kicking your shebs!”

“He’s probably right, that ori’di’kut has been in the game far longer than I have.”

Ordo scoffs, clearly not convinced, and Kal basks in the level of confidence his boys have in him. Misplaced confidence mayhap, but confidence nonetheless. Kark. Sometimes he wishes that they wouldn’t look at him like he’d hung the stars in the sky. It’d make his job as their training sergeant instructor beyond difficult, especially on days where he needed to ‘toughen them up’ as Vau wanted to say.

“Bantha shit! Didn’t you say on our second day of training that it was smarts rather than experience that counts in a fight.”

“I said that?”

A’den gave him a pointed look from across the room, because of course he remembered - they all did, their eidetic memory making small details stick to them like glue.

“Regardless of what I said I’m still not winning that fight, not at my age.”

They thankfully dropped the topic of conversation, it was painful enough to know he was getting old, without verbally listing all the ways it affected his body. That and it felt wrong to complain about that kind of thing in front of his rapidly aging children. Kriff, give it ten years and they’ll be complaining about aches in their knees and creaks in their backs! He shook his head forlornly, eyes diverted to the ceiling as he tried to shake the thought of watching them die before their time.

“So please try to be sociable with him, or at the very least walk away. This planet is small enough without the constant worry of getting stabbed by a vengeful mand’alor.”

“We’ll try our best, promise.”

Buir. They’ve been calling him that for a while now, the term invoking warmth and guilt in the same breath. He could defend his actions, could say again and again that he’d taken this job for the betterment of his biological children, but there was nothing - absolutely nothing - that could justify the abandonment of three young children. Not to him, not to his kin, and certainly not to his ex-wife! Kriff! He didn’t deserve a second chance at fatherhood, yet here it was, being offered to him with a trusting smile.

“That’s all I can ask for Ord'ika. Now, lets see what we can do to help this ‘bad batch’ out, hmmm”

He pushed away from the island, allowing the movement to shake off his oppressive mood before it took root.

“Help? Buir, they’re spec-ops, not commandos, how the kriff are you going to talk the kaminoans into training them.”

Kal gave Ordo a pointed look, one resting on his hip as he gave him his best ‘I got you didn’t I?’ expression.

“You’re assuming I’m going to let them talk ad’ika”

It didn’t matter if the kaminoans said no, didn’t matter if they expressly forbade him from having contact with the batch! He’d save those kids just like he saved the nulls, and when it came time to leave? Well he’d figure that out another day, the swish of the door announcing the arrival of a perky Mereel.

“You better dish up those piping hot secrets ori’vod! I’m starving!!”

Kal watched Mereel drape himself over his brother, his lips quaking as he watched Jaing dip beneath Mereel’s weight.

“Don’t think you’ll like what I’m about to serve, it’s worse than the osik they serve in the mess.”

Mereel cocks his head to one side, the playful expression wiped from his face as he caught wind of what he’d walked in on - Jaing’s tight facial features doing all the talking for him.

“Suppose I better take a seat then.”

Jaing grunts an agreement as Mereel pushes himself from his shoulder, the rest of his sleepy vode gathering round as he (once again) told them about the unusual cadet he’d encountered in the mess hall. The whole time feeling like he’d let them down. He was the slicer! The intelligence specialist! He wasn’t supposed to miss things like this! Yet he had! The kaminoans got the last laugh as he dropped his head into his hands.

“Still don’t know how I missed this, I can usually spot a redacted file from a mile away.”

“Every other file in that database is redacted ad’ika, how were you supposed to know it was any different to the others? Not to mention the fact that it wasn’t something we are actively looking for.”

“I should have at least given the files more than a cursory glance.”

Jaing knows, deep down, that he doesn’t have the time to read every file from start to finish. Stars! Even a nat-born would struggle to read that amount of data! Thousands upon thousands of files making his head spin with painful overstimulation. Sometimes his eidetic memory was a curse, the sheer volume of data making his head feel like a lead weight as he tried to sort through it.

“Udesiir ad’ika, there’s no point winding yourself up about this.”

“But --”

“No buts. You let me worry about this.”

Kal waved the boys back toward their messy pile of bedding, the sheets and pillows having been dragged from their barracks. He didn’t think they’d ever leave the comfort of his lodgings, didn’t think they’d ever abandon the hard floor for a plush rack. This was a place of safety for them. A place where they didn’t have to fear the flash of lightning, or the sound of approaching footsteps, and he can only hope he can provide the batch with that comfort, his brain already formulating a plan to bring the batch into his protective orbit.

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List of tags for my own reference

Who

#🔲 posting / per alter

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What kind of Content

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I wanna see more Queen Moon Cree au now that I saw the cute tiny doodle from your last post

OhHOHO! That’s a good one! It’s basically a au of a au,  and one of the very few aus were I add my next gen kids to it. 

It’s a continuation of  the Moon Princess Cree au. Where Steve and Cree are happily married. Until on the day they were celebrating the birth of their youngest amber. Tragedy struck, a villain created a massive decom gun and erased everyone’s memories and rewrote some. He sent Steve, Amber, Maurice, Noah and Libra to earth, and took steve’s place as the king of the moon and father to Summer and Johnny. 

Despite the confusion Steve and Maurice have. Of having children with no idea who their mothers are. They did everything in their power to be good dad’s. Steve was on tour with his band, and he just took Amber with him. She grew up on the road. When they weren’t, they lived with Maurice and his kids. 

The madness starts when Amber wakes up one morning and she has Pure white fairy looking wings.  “WELL. THAT’S NEW...that’s probably important HEY DAD???” “whats up kidd-OH MY GOSH- wait are those real?” “They’re real.” “OH MY GOSH WHY DO YOU HAVE WINGS?” “I thought you could answer this but it sounds like you don’t” “I need to call Maurice maybe this is a kid thing?”   later on   "Ummmm No that's not a kid thing?" "What about a girl thing?" ".....STEVE I have a teenage daughter!" "Yeah but doesn't Libra have Weird star freckles???" "I...I mean yes But she doesn't HAVE Wings!!!" "Gosh on days like these I wish I knew who her mom was!" ".......You...you didn't have any connection to the moon did you??""nnnnnoooooooo....Why?" "Just.....there are moon people....and maybe??" "And they have wings?" "No ..but its something." 

Around this time Amber would have met Tim and Tess, (Lisa was pregnant with them when everyone’s memories where erased) And being moon-people themselves  would see amber and  "ummm that's not normal!" "Moon people can't create wings?" "NO! The most we can do is breath in space!" "Yeah only royalty have strange powers?" "Hahahha okay like I'm a moon princess or something??? I mean look at me!" "Well you are cute but not what you expect for a moon Princess?" "Dude I was raised by rockers and lived in a tour bus all my life. I ain't no princess!" "You should still come to the moon to get it checked out!" "Yeah our moms the handmaiden to the queen we can-" "Nope nope nope! Not leaving my dad! He's my world and I'm his...I have moon blood that's all I need to know. " "what about controlling it?" "I'll figure it out.” 

Tess and Tim still not convinced would bring this information to Cree and Lisa. "And she has these beautiful moon like wings!" "We weren't sure about the other powers!" "Your highness?" "I....I don't know?? Possible a lost line of blood through old relatives maybe??" Once Tess and Tim leave. "....WHO WHERE YOU HAVING FUN WITH ON EARTH!!! CREE!!" "I DON’T KNOW I HAVEN’T LEFT THE MOON EVER!!! but please don't tell the king!" "He will never know. If I have to I'll say its my child and my family had a secret line of magic" "your the best friend a queen could ask for."  

When Amber brings the information to Maurice and Steve "Oh found out from 2 moon kids that it is moon powers" "wait....WHAT? STEVE WHO THE HECK DID YOU SLE-" Steve covers Maurices mouth. "OH really Little sloth???" "Yeah! And weirdly enough! They looked like uncle Maurice! Like the boy was the spitting image of Maurice with different hair!" "....So who have you been!" "SHHHHHH" Noah and Libra walk in. “Oh you guys want to go to the moon?”  "We could get you on the moon?" "UMMMM howwww???" "I was supreme leader of the knd! I was friends with the moon princess, Summer! Shes great! I could give her a call!" "....You mention this Now?? Son???" "Hey I'm not the one who has no clue where their children came from! Or if they possibly have more kids! So let me shot Summer a text!"

Once on the moon Maurice, Noah, Libra, Steve, and Amber would meet up with Lisa, Summer, Johnny, Tess and Tim And well. “....Oh my gosh....I have that dudes face!” “Your going to freak out about that WHEN SHE LOOKS LIKE A DARKER VERSION OF MOMMY!” “Yeah no dude that's a mini you if I ever saw one.”   And Maurice and Lisa are just staring at each other. A little later once their all sitting down.  "How...how would I not remember having 4 kids with you??" "I don't know?????" "She also kind of looks like me?" Steve hugs amber "Nope this is my kid have the DNA test to prove it Maybe....maybe it was just late???" "What are the chances of sleeping with the same person 3 TIMES STEVE!" "What does two people sleeping next to each other have to do with kids??? Do they like hold hands and then their DNA gets transferred??? Is this why boys shouldn't touch girls?" "Its.... a ritual adults learn. Don't worry about it right now kids." "Is this a moon person thing?? you just randomly have kids without ever meeting??” "NO! That’s not how that works! I- i don’t even know how this even happened....This requires some investigation” “we could ask the queen-” “No one is asking the queen right now'” "but shes royalty right maybe she-” “she doesn’t even know either maurice.” 

Meanwhile the kids are just “This seems normal, whats there to do here in the kingdom?” “Oh we'll show you” “Yeah the parents might take a while to uh... figure things out or something” “To the tapestry room!” once there Summer and Johnny would be talking to Amber a lot. "Soooo are we siblings??" Summer and Johnny look at amber "She does have one of moms eyes?" "Yeah and father never really matched my eye color...But your sure that this Steve is your Dad??" "Yeah! Best dad in the whole universe!"

About this time Cree would have walked into the room. Where Steve, Maurice and Lisa are, looking for Lisa. “Oh Lisa...I didn’t realize you had guest.” “Ah Um your highness. These um these are...Um.” “I’m Maurice, possible father of Tess and Tim, still figuring out the details.” “What?” “Haha Um yes well ha, and this is Steven.” “You can call me Steve your highness.” Steve takes cree hand bows and kisses it. All while Cree blushes. “Yes he is the father of Amber, the young lady Tess and Tim told us about.” “Oh!” Cree blushes harder. “Um Lisa may I speak to you privately for a minute.” “OF COURSE! Excuse us gently men.”  Cree and Lisa leave the room. “Okay.... yeah I have a kid with that!” “CREE! ......He....he looks kind of like a hobo” “ No he doesn't!” “Yes he does!” “He he looks like a pirate!” “A pirate hobo!”  “Lisa!”  “I just speak the truth your majesty.....also I thought strong military like dudes were your type!” “Oh come on what moon queen doesn't dream about being "kidnapped" by a space pirate!” “...........I have questions!” 

AND I’m going to have to end it here lol I have a lot more for this au but this post is long enough. ALSO @socksandbuttons  created some of this and I need to give credit where credit is due! But  yes Hopefully I can get more art for this out soon! 

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Pairings || None Warnings || Paranoia / Discussions about the Kaminoan genetics program / Eugenics Synopsis || Jaing reports his discovery to Kal, and Kal being Kal decides he’s going to take the Batch under his wing. Chapters || [1][2]  It’s quiet in his room, unusually so, which usually means some kind of trouble is afoot. Kal tries to predict it as he weaves his way from one side of the room to the other. Tries to narrow down the cause of his paranoia as he pauses at Ordo’s side, the soft fabric of his blanket all the darker in the dimmed light of the room. He’d had a long day. They all had. The hours upon hours of training pushing them to their breaking point, and he wonders (not for the first time) if he was doing wrong by them. They where children despite what anyone said, precocious pre-teens who didn’t deserve to be treated like soldiers, yet here he stood wondering if he’d pushed things a little too far in the torture conditioning. The door to his room sighs open as he extends a hand, the sound eliciting a sleepy groan as Ordo reacts instinctively to the sound - the only thing that stops him from resting an apologetic palm on Ordo’s back. “Udessi Ord’ika, it’s just Jaing” He watches the clone from the corner of his eye as he enters the room, the slope of his shoulders pinched with agitation as he drops his datapad to the countertop. Kal can’t remember when they started being as tall as him. Can’t remember when they’d started being more muscle than bone, but he could distinctly remember the first time he’d been afraid of them, the realization that it was six young men against one aging mercenary hitting him when Ordo started growing facial hair. “When are you going to tell us?” Jaing’s voice is measured, even, his frustration carefully hidden beneath a layer of neutrality. “Tell you about what?” The youngster turns his head, the dim light making his pinched expression all the more profound. Kriff. He looked so much like a young Jango it hurt, the curve of his jaw and the wild curl in his hair throwing Kal into the recent and ancient past. “About the second experimental unit.” Second experimental unit? What on Mandalore was Jaing talking about? There was no second unit! He frowns as he takes a step closer, both hands raised in an attempt at peace as he pries for answers. “What second unit?” Jaing huffs a breath, his head jerking in the direction of his discarded datapad. “The one Lama-Su okayed after they finished the Alpha run.” Kal took another step, brining him close enough to retrieve the pad without crossing a boundary with his agitated son. At first glance the information matched what he’d seen in other files, the lines upon lines of proposed variance so close to the Alpha and Null run that he didn’t even question it. But then he saw the date! The hairs on the back of his neck bristled with cold terror as he realized he’d been lied to, again! “Where did you find this?” “Didn’t. Ran into one of the batch down in the mess.”  The mess? It wasn’t like the aiwha bait to let ‘special’ units out of their sight. Which meant one of two things. Either this one had managed to give them the slip, much like his boys tended to do, or they were slated for decom. Maker! They weren't his boys, but he still felt the need to run out there and hide him from the kaminoans. “And what did you make of him?” He watches Jaing’s features shift, the pinched anger evaporating from his brow with each word spoken. “He reminds me of myself. Highly intelligent with neurodivergent tics. Likes to use his hands to talk. As for his build? He’s slimmer and taller than a standard trooper, with a deceptively compact build. I’d bet anything that Lama Su was trying to make a specialized intel-man, kriff knows there’s a serious lack of them in the rank and file.” Kal couldn’t see why the Kaminoans would bother with such a thing. There were plenty of Alphas to fill the much maligned role of ‘spook’, and there were more than enough Commandos and ARCs to supplement that force when this army was finally called into service. He frowned as he scrolled down the page, trying to read between the redacted lines as he did so. There was something else going on here, something fishy, and it certainly wasn’t the Aiwha he’d named the Kaminoans after. “I dunno kid, it’s not like them to revisit failed experiments.” “Want me to do some more fishing?” He nods, his thumb rubbing the side of the datapad as he scrolls back and forth over the same section of text. “Certainly wouldn’t hurt.” He huffed as he zeroed in on a repeated word, the size of the blacked out text suggesting a name. Maybe it was Jango? It would certainly fill the spaces he kept seeing in the text, but then again any name of similar length could easily fill the distinctive rectangle. “And Jaing? Get me a line to the kid. Poor soul’s going to need it if the Kaminii find out he’s leaking classified intel” “What’s that about Jaing leaking classified intel?” Kal might have laughed if this wasn’t so serious, the layer of sleep that clings to Ordo’s voice eliciting parental indulgence in the former mercenary. “I’m not that dini’la! Found a kindred spirit down in the mess hall who stuck a stick in our understanding of Kaminii gear.” Ordo blinks sleepily, the movement slow as molasses as he processes the information. “When are you ever going to accept that that particular cog will forever be jammed with osik’la nonsense?” “Probably never.” The two youngsters chuffed with restrained amusement, the prior laughter turning sour on their tongues as the mood of the room shifted from relaxed to charged. “Soo -- this classified intel? --” “Oh! Right! The kaminii produced a second batch of experimental clones, one whose purpose can’t be determined.” “You’d have thought we put them off that kind of thing.” “Can’t cure stupid vod, you know that.” The two teens looked at each other, then laughed again, the tension that thickened the air easing enough for Kal to breathe. He inhales, exhales, and eases his hip to the island that separates the kitchen from the main living space. A’den is watching with a sleepy eye from the pile that Ordo had just vacated, the still snoring Kom’rk sprawled over him and their dead to the world brother Prudii. That left the absent Mereel, the tap of his finger growing desperate as he opened a line to the absent null.

“You better get down here. We’ve got ourselves a situation” “Did Ord’ika give the primeling another swirly?” “What? Maker no! We’ve found another Kaminii secret.” He sighed as he looked up, rather amused to find that Ordo had already averted his eyes in boyish shame. “Please don’t tell me I have to apologize to Jango again.” “But he was spouting osik about his buir kicking your shebs!” “He’s probably right, that ori’di’kut has been in the game far longer than I have.” Ordo scoffs, clearly not convinced, and Kal basks in the level of confidence his boys have in him. Misplaced confidence mayhap, but confidence nonetheless. Kark. Sometimes he wishes that they wouldn’t look at him like he’d hung the stars in the sky. It’d make his job as their training sergeant instructor beyond difficult, especially on days where he needed to ‘toughen them up’ as Vau wanted to say. “Bantha shit! Didn’t you say on our second day of training that it was smarts rather than experience that counts in a fight.” “I said that?” A’den gave him a pointed look from across the room, because of course he remembered - they all did, their eidetic memory making small details stick to them like glue. “Regardless of what I said I’m still not winning that fight, not at my age.” They thankfully dropped the topic of conversation, it was painful enough to know he was getting old, without verbally listing all the ways it affected his body. That and it felt wrong to complain about that kind of thing in front of his rapidly aging children. Kriff, give it ten years and they’ll be complaining about aches in their knees and creaks in their backs! He shook his head forlornly, eyes diverted to the ceiling as he tried to shake the thought of watching them die before their time. “So please try to be sociable with him, or at the very least walk away. This planet is small enough without the constant worry of getting stabbed by a vengeful mand’alor.” “We’ll try our best, promise.” Buir. They’ve been calling him that for a while now, the term invoking warmth and guilt in the same breath. He could defend his actions, could say again and again that he’d taken this job for the betterment of his biological children, but there was nothing - absolutely nothing - that could justify the abandonment of three young children. Not to him, not to his kin, and certainly not to his ex-wife! Kriff! He didn’t deserve a second chance at fatherhood, yet here it was, being offered to him with a trusting smile.  “That’s all I can ask for Ord'ika. Now, lets see what we can do to help this ‘bad batch’ out, hmmm” He pushed away from the island, allowing the movement to shake off his oppressive mood before it took root. “Help? Buir, they’re spec-ops, not commandos, how the kriff are you going to talk the kaminoans into training them.” Kal gave Ordo a pointed look, one resting on his hip as he gave him his best ‘I got you didn’t I?’ expression. “You’re assuming I’m going to let them talk ad’ika” It didn’t matter if the kaminoans said no, didn’t matter if they expressly forbade him from having contact with the batch! He’d save those kids just like he saved the nulls, and when it came time to leave? Well he’d figure that out another day, the swish of the door announcing the arrival of a perky Mereel. “You better dish up those piping hot secrets ori’vod! I’m starving!!” Kal watched Mereel drape himself over his brother, his lips quaking as he watched Jaing dip beneath Mereel’s weight. “Don’t think you’ll like what I’m about to serve, it’s worse than the osik they serve in the mess.” Mereel cocks his head to one side, the playful expression wiped from his face as he caught wind of what he’d walked in on - Jaing’s tight facial features doing all the talking for him. “Suppose I better take a seat then.” Jaing grunts an agreement as Mereel pushes himself from his shoulder, the rest of his sleepy vode gathering round as he (once again) told them about the unusual cadet he’d encountered in the mess hall. The whole time feeling like he’d let them down. He was the slicer! The intelligence specialist! He wasn’t supposed to miss things like this! Yet he had! The kaminoans got the last laugh as he dropped his head into his hands. “Still don’t know how I missed this, I can usually spot a redacted file from a mile away.” “Every other file in that database is redacted ad’ika, how were you supposed to know it was any different to the others? Not to mention the fact that it wasn’t something we are actively looking for.” “I should have at least given the files more than a cursory glance.” Jaing knows, deep down, that he doesn’t have the time to read every file from start to finish. Stars! Even a nat-born would struggle to read that amount of data! Thousands upon thousands of files making his head spin with painful overstimulation. Sometimes his eidetic memory was a curse, the sheer volume of data making his head feel like a lead weight as he tried to sort through it. “Udesiir ad’ika, there’s no point winding yourself up about this.” “But --” “No buts. You let me worry about this.” Kal waved the boys back toward their messy pile of bedding, the sheets and pillows having been dragged from their barracks. He didn’t think they’d ever leave the comfort of his lodgings, didn’t think they’d ever abandon the hard floor for a plush rack. This was a place of safety for them. A place where they didn’t have to fear the flash of lightning, or the sound of approaching footsteps, and he can only hope he can provide the batch with that comfort, his brain already formulating a plan to bring the boys into his orbit.

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