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Chapter 6: Beaver Hollow (with more people)

"We all need to have a little chat," Arthur declared as he came to a stop.

"Black Lung. You're back. Hooray," Micah said sarcastically with a roll of the eyes.

Arthur ignored him as he dismounted and strode over to Dutch.

"I saw Agent Milton. Abigail shot him. She's okay. Not that you care about that."

Arthur casted a look of contempt around camp.

"You rats. All of you. Seems old Micah was pretty close with Milton."

Micah stepped up a few steps.

"What the hell are you talking about, cowpoke?"

"You talked," Arthur stated simply.

"That's a Goddamn lie."

"Dutch…"

"Dutch!" Micah repeated, "think of the future."

"Milton told me," Arthur said.

"And you believe him, Black Lung?! You believe him?"

"It all makes sense now," Arthur growled.

"No… it damn well doesn't," Micah said quietly, his hands gradually reachin' down to his twin holsters.

Before Micah could draw first, Arthur had his revolver up and trained on him. Cleet and Joe raised their guns at Arthur. Bill slowly began to raise his rifle as well. Lenny and Kieran had their cattleman revolvers up as well.

"Dutch, think!" Arthur implored.

"Dutch… beeeee practical now," Micah stated.

A new voice joined the calls.

"Dutch!"

Arthur looked over to see John staggerin' into the camp.

"John?!" Sean and Bill chorused, equally bewildered.

"You left me-you left me to die!" John accused Dutch.

Dutch, who looked as stunned as everyone else, approached slowly, arms outstretched. An act, if Arthur ever saw one.

"My boy, I didn't have a choice. John, I didn't-"

"You…"

"I didn't have a choice."

"You left me!" John repeated.

Dutch's face scrunched up in disgust, seemin' to realize he lost both of his "sons".

There was a moment of stunned silence at this revelation.

"All of you, you pick your side now. Because this is over," Arthur said with a slight solemnness in his tone but more so determination.

He cast a disgusted glance over at Dutch.

"All them years, Dutch. For this snake?"

"Oh, be quiet cowpoke," Micah started with his usual humorless chuckle, "be quiet. You live in the clouds."

"No. You be quiet, Mister Bell. And put down your gun."

Miss Grimshaw joined Arthur's side, shotgun at her hip and leveled at Micah.

The standoff was interrupted by Javier running up to the group.

"There's Pinkertons coming, fast!" he warned.

This distraction caused Miss Grimshaw to look at his direction. Micah fired, a single shot hittin' her in the abdomen.

She cried and collapsed onto her side, clutchin' her wounded flesh and cryin' out in agony.

Arthur briefly glanced at her before starin' at Dutch, implorin' his old father figure to do somethin'. Say somethin'!

"Now!" Dutch shouted, aimin' his revolvers.

"Who amongst you is with me, and who is betrayin' me?" Dutch inquired, walkin' out into the center of the standoff, guns trained on both sides.

Lenny approached him, "Dutch?! What are you doin'?! Micah has been a rat from day I tell you! You're trusting someone you've known for 6 months over a man you've known over twenty years?! I tell ya Micah has been causin' problems since day one! Arthur's tellin' the truth! Hosea must be turnin' in his grave if he saw what you were doin'!"

The mention of Hosea infuriated Dutch. He turned his revolvers on both Arthur and Lenny. Both men aimed their guns at him. All the while Sean and Kieran looked on with shock. The latter recovered quickly and joined Arthur's side.

John slowly moved over to Arthur's side, keepin' an eye on them.

"Bill, Javier, Sean! Think! Think for yourselves!" Arthur shouted.

Bill hesitated for half a second before he'd joined Dutch, and after a moment of reluctance, Javier followed. Cleet and Joe stood behind Micah. Sean drew his revolvers, not takin' any side yet, standin' in the middle.

"What's happening to ya?! All of ya?! We are in this together! And now, ya are aiming guns at each other! Put your guns down!"

Javier seemed to agree, aimin' his gun in the air.

"Sean, Micah's the rat!" Arthur insisted. "You know what he's been like! For all of these years! Always causin' fights! You hate killin'! If you follow Micah, there will be more blood on your hands!"

"Arthur, I'm sure Dutch woulda known if Micah was the rat! A great man, he is!" He shouted, then turned to Dutch. "And Dutch, Arthur's been in the gang for 20 years! He wouldn't just betray us like this! You are all straight barrels of laughs! Talk it out!" He shouted, though there was a moment of doubt.

"You're either with me or against me, Mr. MacGuire," Dutch said coldly.

Arthur stated, "You don't have to stay here, Sean. Just leave. Run off with Karen. Get your woman and get out of here! Don't get dragged in the middle of all of this."

Sean's eyes flickered. "Dutch, come on! Ya knew each other for twenty years! Raised these boys! Greatest bonds you all share! Ya ain't supposed to be enemy!" The Irish actually close to tears.

"I always knew you were the type who would betray me like Arthur," Dutch stated darkly.

"Come on, Sean," Arthur stated softly. "Dutch's no longer the man who you know! He changed! Hosea saw this!"

Sean fell back to Arthur's left side, gun aimed in the air, still on the fence about the whole thing. Javier slowly lowered his gun to John's direction, and Sean, gun tremblin' in his own hand, slowly lowered it to the direction of Javier. Kieran currently had his sights on Bill, while Lenny aimed at Micah. The cold barrels of Dutch's revolvers were trained at Arthur and vice verse.

"He's lyin'. He's lyin'!" Micah accused.

"Put your guns down!" A voice shouted from the distance.

And a shot went off.

People think Sean would have sided with Arthur without hesitation. I disagree. He was quick to defend Dutch about Blackwater, and yeah Arthur agreed with him, I think it would require some pushing as he would not want to take a side. The problem is if Javier died before Chapter 6, people would be saying that he would have sided with Arthur without hesitation.

I can't see ANY reality where Lenny sides with Dutch and Micah in Beavor Hollow. The man has been questioning Dutch for a long time. If Sean is a younger version of Arthur, Lenny is a younger version of John. Both are young, but Lenny and Dutch have been disagreeing with each other for a long time. Sean would have the "let's save Dutch" mentality afterwards.

I was going to include Hosea but I think he would be at the head of the draw instead of Arthur so I decided to have him still die.

Kieran saw through Dutch since day one.

#arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #micah bell #john marston #lenny summers #kieran duffy #sean macguire #javier escuella #bill williamson #Cleet and Joe #susan grimshaw

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Tobey's angst attracts me, and I enjoy it even more when Becky is not the only one who comforts him (STILL TOBECKY FOR LIFE). Let the kid has other friends.

So yeah, this is based off this one scene with them in the background and wanting a fluffy scene with them for some reason because of headcanons and need for platonic relationships between men and women. Men and women can hug without any romantic feelings.

This is how it feels like being Theodore McCallister the Third.

You know that you do wrong. You hate what you do deep down. You hate that you just can't fit in.

You want to be friends with Becky Botsford. You want to be friends with people, but your ego, your insecurities, get in the way every time.

You want to be friends with everyone, but you just can't control yourself. You can't control how you are as a person.

You try your hardest.

You try so much.

At Katy's birthday party, that is when the cracks begin to show. When you broke that girl down to tears. She's friendly to you now, but you can't tell why.

It has been reinforced when you realize how untrustworthy you are as a person. When the librarian herself didn't believe you when you claim you didn't lose a book. It hurts. It all hurts so bad. At the time, you give off the impression of being unmoved and collected, but now...

Now, when reflecting among those events, you realize how right Becky was. Night after night, you feel the events of everything catching up with you. You garnered distrust from people with your actions.

Victoria Best? You relate to her so much because her parents are like how your friend was. He was worse. He viewed you as garbage, as a mistake. He called you that once. Ripped you away from the childish innocence of the world and brought down to face reality.

'You were a mistake. You were never meant to be born. You are trash.'

Your mother pull you away and went on a tangent on him. That has been the last time you saw him.

No one cares about you.

And you haven't helped it.

You... are dark.

Too dark.

That is why your father left you.

You and your mother.

Your mother will leave you eventually. You know she tries. She always tried to force you into clubs and meet people, but you throw that in her face. You hate that too.

Middle school...

Well, things are softening up... somewhat.

But you feel it.

The cracks... even more...

How did you ever end up with Rose and Victoria as friends? That is a question that you still ask. Will you lose them as well?

Surprisingly, you agree with spending time with them because it's easier. Rose's compassion and Victoria's joking nature makes it easier. Everyone else laughs at you. Everyone else treats you wrong. Not those two, surprisingly. Becky kind of warm up to you, but you know you started it all. Even if Becky and WordGirl are one of the same, that makes it worse.

You know your actions have been unforgivable. Trapping a living and breathing individual into a robot and forcing her to do horrible things. Threaten to destroy another's house two times. Cheat on a stupid election that ruined another event for her even though neither of you were selected.

One day, it comes undone.

One day, you can't hold back anymore.

People hate you. All of them. You realize it in Art class where you have to break off into groups. Where even people will work with comic book nerds than you. When you trips over a banana pill into a locker and everyone laughs. It stings.

You just... it never bothers you before. But why did it now? When Rose and Victoria push through the crowd, the latter grabbing her flute, a nonverbal threat to use it, when the former picks you up and leads you away from the laughs, from them all.

It has been the end of the day so you are led out. You fall against a nearby tree, as if bricks have unleashed on you, as if stress of it all, the hurtful words, the laughs, the mocks, all of them. Something wet is in your eyes, and you hate it because you are Theodore McCallister The Third. Crying is a weakness.

And of course they notice. They are your only friends. Becky is a frienemy if anything else. While she isn't exactly mean to you, there seems to be an even bigger wall thrown up. She doesn't joke nearly as much as she used to. You know you deserve contempt, that you aren't a victim, but still...

Will you do the same with Rose and Victoria because you're chasing dreams? You realize you need them. You need their friendship. You need Rose's chipper attitude and Victoria's competitive nature. Humans need other humans a lot of times, and you are just another among the spectrum.

But if you hurt them, if you mess everything up like you possibly did with Becky, with WordGirl, if you continue throwing fits, you can lose them too. And you don't want to lose them.

"Tobey, what's wrong?" the former asks while the latter appears concern, even though she wouldn't admit it.

"Why are you here?" You ask. "Everyone hates me." You whimper, but at that moment you couldn't care because it's been all painful and agonizing. You know that you'll push them away... eventually with your own actions.

Both look shocked. Even Victoria. The girl has never been a supervillain. At least not to the core. Just crappy parents. He knows that.

"We don't hate you," Rose speaks softly, and damn it all she knows exactly what to say. She calls you out when necessary but she knows how to be convincing. "You're a good person, Tobey. You deserve friends and support. Don't listen to those jerks."

"I don't know," you grumble. You aren't usually so emotional because crying wastes water, and no one in this city cares about a few waste soil. No one in the world as well. "I push everyone away."

"That's obviously not the case. Don't let them get to you." She pushed. "True friends wouldn't abandon someone for some imperfections. You aren't perfect, but nobody is."

You sigh. "I wish I can be better."

"You have to get there first. You are growing. Things are changing. Everyone changes with time. Just make the choice to change." he responds.

"You're alright. You're going to be okay." she pushes.

Victoria's snide nature falls away. Well, with a twist. "Yeah, I mean you're not the best like me, but you're still good enough to be around."

You snort. "Geez, thanks."

Rose rolls her eyes while Victoria looks entirely casual. "But yeah, we don't hate you, Tobey, we never will. I promise."

You straighten because you have already lost so much, and you wouldn't lose them no matter what. You care about them. Sisters you never had type of manners. Rose's capabilities in seeing through imperfections and Victoria's own struggles which matches your own.

You grip Rose's hand, and is surprised when Victoria's own grip your shoulder. And they pull you into a hug and you accept after the initial shock wears off. A hug that promise to be there for everything. A hug that promises unity and companionship. You haven't hugged other people besides your mother a few times, and creeping on WordGirl that one Valentine.

And you realize that having a few friends is alright.

Maybe...

Maybe this can be the new normal.

#theodore mccallister iii #Rose Franklin #Victoria Best #Becky Botsford #wordgirl #mentioned #Tobey angst #They're friends because I say they're friends #Unlikely friendships #Platonic relationships #fluff

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Careful, Two Brains, your Steven is showing 👀

#wordgirl #dr. two brains #steven boxleitner #I love stories where Steven gets the mouse brain removed so much #this show has me in a chokehold

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Claire McCallister knows Becky Botsford is WordGirl.

I know! I know! Give me a second to explain and break this down.

In the very first episode of the series "Tobey or Consequences", Claire is shown to be intelligent enough to craft together devices to counter her son's robots.

This shows she's just as if not more intelligent than Tobey! There's the argument that could be made that Tobey made those devices but why would she make him? He would be able to program ways to short-wire them.

In the same episode, it was referenced that WordGirl calls Mrs. McCallister whenever Tobey commits crimes. Now I know this isn't much evidence, but let's say for this theory, she met Becky by now. This could be when she was suspicious because of how similar "Becky" and "WordGirl's" voice was.

If that ain't enough to convince you, maybe this will. In "By Jove You've Wrecked My Robot", Tobey tells Becky and I quote:

"And if you try to run off and turn into WordGirl, I'll use all the robots to destroy the city."

Now, if Claire's as smart as Tobey and we're using that for this theory, I'm pretty sure when she sees Becky, she'll put the pieces together in similar reasons. "The same hair color, the same skin tone, the same lips" as Tobey points out: "You and WordGirl are the same height, the same hair style and color... The same sparkingly smile. The same ruby lips..."

Now if Tobey put these pieces together, I think Claire, through enough time, could do so as well. I think the reason why she doesn't say anything is because one she has to make sure her son is punished for his crimes. And two, she respects WordGirl enough to not risk anyone who would use that information incorrectly to find out. The only reason she doesn't say anything to Sally who is her friend is because she either found out she doesn't know, think she knows and just playing an act and so acts none the wiser, or just don't want to ruin the current dynamic with the possibility that the Botsfords doesn't know. Another reason, she knows Tobey's happier around WordGirl and doesn't want him to be bothering Becky in her private life.

This is "Robo Camp", a fairly early episode, being season 2 episode 11. At this point, she was trying to push him to cease doing robot activities:

Claire: This is going to be an important trip for you, Tobey, because you’re going to learn to appreciate nature. And hopefully grow out of this silly robot phase.

Tobey: Yes, Mother. That would make sense, except that nature is a thing of the past! Technology and robots are--

Claire: TOBEY! No robots! I don’t want a repeat of what happened last summer at basketball camp... Or two summers ago at baseball camp!.. Or last, last, LAST summer at drama camp!... I mean it, Tobey! No giant robots, end of story! You need to be more independent, and learn to do things on your own!

Btw, I think the reason why they're not very close is because they don't understand each other not that she doesn't care about him or vice versa, but I won't get into that into this blog.

I can see Claire having a moment where she realizes: "Wait a minute Tobey's not happy around other kids. He's more lively around WordGirl and enjoys her company..." That type of thing. So she doesn't do much to try to stop him, not that she approves, but because she genuinely loves Tobey and values his feelings, even though she wishes he would stop with the robot attacks.

It would also explain the reason why she doesn't remove his robot privileges permanently. For people who follow abusive Claire, there's so many things to debunk this. Like in the "Talent Show Tobey" episode where she was cheering Tobey on and was genuinely proud of him until his robot destroyed the building. Given Tobey entrapped WordGirl into reading poems in this episode, you would think she wouldn't care about WordGirl. Well, do remember that it's not like Claire knows. She just thought WordGirl agreed, and was happy that Tobey was doing something she'd viewed as productive and WordGirl was kind enough to help him out.

(More happy Claire please! 💯💯💯)

In the "Guess Who's Coming To Thanksgiving Dinner" episode, she was trying to enjoy the holiday, and when he left, she was searching literally everywhere for him. When he came back, she was happy to see him.

(WE NEEDED MORE SCENES WITH THEM JUST BEING 😁)

In "New Year of Doom!" Tobey and Claire smiled at each other on top of a robot throughout the New Year count-probably the most touching moment between the two and shows she supports whenever he builds his robots just in a constructive way.

I think if she wanted to, she would scrap all of his robots. She literally could, but she knows she would end up breaking his heart. He would be broken because he'll be forced to quit similar to when Miss Power threatened to never allow Dr. Two Brains to have cheese again. She always gave me reluctant disciplinarian type of vibes and would never do anything that would break his little heart. Off topic for a bit, that's why I wish there were more fics about Claire redeeming Tobey instead of Becky because, while I'm all for Tobecky, I feel like that makes more sense considering Tobey pressed so many buttons and disrespects her, and Becky's still a child at the end of the day while Claire is an adult so her mind is wiser, he's her son, and has more reasons to redeem him. Most of all, WordGirl's one of the superheroes of the city and don't have any obligation to redeem any of the villains besides maybe Dr. Two Brains with the whole mouse brain dilemma. She could guide them, but I feel like she would be suspicious about Tobey's change at least for a while. One last thing, while I do like redemption stories, the characters themselves have to change. Guidance is different from forcing them to switch sides. Claire redeeming Tobey stories would allow more ground to be given if that makes sense.

That aside, now, let's say Tobecky happens, and they sort out their issues especially with Tobey's (there's plenty of them as Go Gadget Go shows) I can imagine something like this occurring when a teenager or adult Becky inevitably has to tell Claire she's WordGirl because let's be honest it would avoid a lot of awkwardness. I even see her telling her family eventually, but this is how I actually see it going:

"Mrs. McCallister, I'm WordGirl..."

"...I am not blind, Becky. Though I have tried to be, for Tobey's sake. And for yours. I have suspected things about WordGirl a long time ago. I have put the pieces together as he had, though we do not speak of it. I... pretend that I don't know. And I was happy to, because it made him happy. WordGirl made him happy, when nothing else ever truly could."

If a teenage or adult WordGirl series or some other thing that continues the show ever happened where this theory was true, how do you think Becky would react to Claire knowing that she was WordGirl?

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#claire mccallister #tobey mcallister iii #becky botsford #wordgirl #this is canon to me #damn it all

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Ani's in trouble 😂

the twins find out mind tricks don't work on Padmé the hard way

(ko-fi requests are open!)

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A Painful Order

Anakin didn't understood what changed in his men. He had been thinking about the revelation that was dropped on his shoulders long after Knightfall. Master Windu and the three Masters went after the Chancellor to arrest him and bring him back to the Temple for trial, yet something went wrong, and now the 501st...

his men...

They were leading an assault. He'd spotted many of them gunning down Younglings, Knights, Masters. He had been forced to take a side, and Anakin chose his fellow Jedi out of instinct if anything else.

As he cut through the last Clone, a young rookie who just joined the 501st, he felt a stillness in the room as armored footsteps dashed up.

"Anakin Skywalker, by order of the Chancellor, you are to be spared termination and be placed under arrest for treason against the Republic."

Anakin's hand tightened over his lightsaber. Fighting the Clone Troopers was something he couldn't do lightly. He knew what was happening. Sheev Palpatine was a Sith Lord, the same who commissioned the army, now gunning for his head.

"Appo-" Anakin slowly turned to the Clone who had his weapon aimed at him. He could feel the bond between them still intact, and knew that Appo remembered. All of them did. Whatever happened to them, they weren't bad people!

"That name is against regulation," the Commander firmly held his blaster, fingers on the trigger.

"That name solidifies what you became, who you were. You're more than a number or rank. You're Appo."

"So you aren't going to surrender, sir..." the Clone spoke, but there was underlings of sadness.

"You're my friend, Appo, you and the entire 501st. I don't want to hurt any of you, but this is wrong, and you know it! The Jedi haven't betrayed the Republic! Look inside of you!"

After a moment of silence, the Clone spoke, "Traitor."

The Clones fired, and Skywalker absorbed each of the blaster bolts. More Clones appeared, almost out of nowhere. He was going to be overwhelmed if something didn't changed soon.

Anakin aimed his hands at the Clones coming down the corridor and knocked them back. His lightsaber did all the handiwork as he continued to cut through each of the Clone Troopers as if they were battle droids.

At last, there was Appo...

Anakin lunged forward and stabbed him in the chest. The man's eyes went wide briefly if anything else, before a small smile appeared behind his helmet.

"Thank you, sir..."

And Appo dropped to the ground, dead.

"The Commander's down! Kill Skywalker!" One of the Clones shouted, firing his blaster at Anakin.

How could they just treat him like that? He'd thought of them as friends, treated them equally!

No matter, Anakin ran. He had to make it to his wife and just... leave it all behind. He failed to protect the Younglings, but Palpatine would be targeting everyone Anakin cared about just to bring him over to his side.

#anakin skywalker #commander appo #indoctrination #just something i thought of #Order 66

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Came to Tumblr, saw this, and saw how based this is enough to reblog this, even though I'm not really involved with Disney SW at this point. I honestly don't take idiots who thinks everyone hates Rey's character because she's a woman seriously. Typical people who come up with that excuse would take anything from Disney even they shit all over the original. No insult to those who enjoys these movies, but the scumbags who uses that excuse are disgusting.

Btw the first real woman who *shaped Star Wars* into what it was was Marcia Lou Lucas. She helped edit the movie before it was even called A New Hope for months and that editing helped Star Wars succeed and become the blockbuster success it was. Literally mention in Empire of Dreams which also is on Disney+ last I checked.

Oh Go to Hell.

Newsflash from a woman: Rey is a joke bc she has no character outside of what’s been vandalized and pillaged from the remains of pre-Disney SW. We don't want whatever she’s shaping.

#anti disney star wars #Only idiots thinks everyone hates Rey's character because she's a woman #fuck people who use that excuse #fuck disney

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Clones were bred for obedience

One of the most common things we are repeatedly told about clones is how  obedient they are:

Lama Su: They are totally obedient, taking any order without question. We modified their genetic structure to make them less independent than the original host. [Attack of the Clones]

or

These were clone troopers sitting around him now - bred to war, bred to discipline, bred to obey without question the orders of the powers that paid for their services. [Jedi Trial]

or

A weapon they are. Obey orders without question for good or ill. For now they fight for us. Who is to say what the future holds? [ Star Wars Tales 22: Honor Bound]

or

At first [Ahsoka]’d thought the Republic’s clone soldiers welcomed battle because they had no choice - because they’d been genetically programmed to fight and not question that duty. [Gambit: Stealth]

or

Jango looked back at Boba, one of his thousands of children, but the only one who was a perfect clone, an exact replica with no genetic manipulation to make him more obedient. And the only one who hadn’t been artificially aged. The group that had been created beside Boba had all reached maturity now, were adult warriors, in perfect health. [Attack of the Clones by R. Salvatore]

or

“Maze, what are you going to do now?” Ordo asked.

“I’ve never disobeyed an order,” said the ARC captain. Zey didn’t seem to have the strength to turn and look at his former aide, just shutting his eyes as if he was waiting for the coup de grace. “What am I supposed to do? Pick and choose? That’s the irony. The Jedi thought we were excellent troops because we’re so disciplined and we obey orders, but when we obey all orders - and they’re lawful orders, remember - then we’ve betrayed them. Can’t have it both ways, General.” [Republic Commando: Order 66]

or

“Our safety resides in the fact that clones do obey – and they are trained to obey the Jedi. They respect us.”  [Republic 81]

The “Obey without question” is repeated often. It’s point-blank common knowledge - for fans and characters in-universe. And here comes something that bother me since I digged seriously into Clone Wars era years ago:

Sources did not specify that clones were supposed to obey MILITARY orders, just that they were bred to obey -  implicitly all - orders from those that paid for their creation.

The lack of distinction between obeying legit orders (like those on battlefield) and satisfying someone’s whims easily leads to abuse. Right now I’m not even talking about physical or sexual abuse (what sadly can’t be excluded, because believe me, Star Wars has its dark and scary corners too) but about ill-considered words and its effect on troopers. An effect that people with power over clones (Jedi, military officers, politicians) may ever be unaware of.

I wonder do clones even know the difference between orders that as soldiers they must obey and those things that never should be demanded from them? Is there even a line between those two types that clones can draw for themselves? Or were they taught all orders, regardless of their nature and morality must be obeyed?

To show what I mean, here are few examples that struck me as potential abuse of power over clones:

Remember Attack of the Clones? More precisely, the Battle of Geonosis, when Padme fell out of the gunship along with clone. The trooper went to check if she is alright and suggested what they should do - but Padme already made her mind about the course of the action:

Clone: Are you all right?

Padme: Uh-huh.

Clone: We’d better get back to the forward command center.

Padme: No. No. Gather what troops you can. We’ve got to get to that hangar. Get a transport. Hurry!

Clone: Right away.

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#star wars #clone troopers #clone troopers were at risk of abuse on daily basis

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Arthur: I much prefer the old Canon explanation so I decided to write this prompt. Along with my personal opinion on how Order 66 would have went if the Clones did it willingly in the Clone Wars.

When the order came down, Commander Cody stood quietly. They had fought in countless battles throughout the Clone Wars. The man saved his life more than once.

But Cody's ultimate loyalty was to the Republic. Every Clone was indoctrinated into the army, taught all the contingency orders.

There was no personal pleasure in what he was about to do. Just a man doing his job.

That job being kill General Kenobi and possibly another Jedi.

Still, Cody felt a slight annoyance with the whole thing. It would have been easier to remove Kenobi without that damn weapon of the Jedi. But of course, Cody could still make sure casualties are avoid.

Still, he couldn't help but murmur. "Would it have been too much to ask for the order to have come through before I gave him back the bloody lightsaber?"

Still, a small part of him couldn't help but hope that Kenobi's death would be quick.

He might be a soldier, but he was still a man of his own who had thoughts or opinions of his own like many other Clones.

On a Venator traveling back to Coruscant, recently promoted Commander Rex stood, sell-shocked.

Order 66...

But Tano wasn't...

But the Clones have been indoctrinated to follow the damn orders. All their lives, on Kamino, any Clones who disobeyed orders would often be targeted by the long necks and sufer reconditioning at best.

The worst, the poor bastards were never seen again.

The same could be said for Rex if he doesn't go through it.

"Rex, it's Anakin. I feel like something terrible has happened."

Yet, Ahsoka Tano had been loyal to him. She and General Skywalker. Their tactics were far from orthodox yet they led to high success rates.

Still, a traitor was a traitor, and Tano had to be put down.

No, Rex knew he couldn't do it.

His hands shook over his helmet as he dropped it in conflict.

Both Clones behind her registered the orders and turned their blasters on Tano's back.

"No, stand down."

"Sir? We have been given directive orders by Chancellor Palpatine to execute all Jedi." One of them said, and Rex couldn't even put a name on the face now.

Was he the only one thinking clearly right now?

Should he just go along with it?

"Sir, orders are orders," the Clone said.

Rex raised his blasters at Tano's direction, saying. "Very well, I'm sorry."

"Rex!" Tano grabbed both of her lightsaber hilts but didn't activate them yet.

The Clone was about to fire before turning his aim and firing.

Both of them dropped dead.

At that moment, the door opened behind them, and the Clone Captain flipped around, noticing Jesse and the rest of the Clones.

"Take the Captain down!" Jesse growled, betrayal in his voice.

"Jesse-" Rex was about to say before they all fired at his command.

Tano jumped in front of him and began blocking blaster bolts. Rex gripped his helmet and fired. Eventually, they would have to run, but the man couldn't regret his decision.

"Come on!" Ki-Adi-Mundi shouted.

Clone Commander Bacara and the Galactic Marines had other ideas.

The Clone Commander would admit hesitating briefly. How could Mundu turn against them?

Regardless, the Galactic Marines Commander all gave the motions for them to wait until the time was right.

That time being now.

When Mundi turned around, all of the carbines clocked and aimed.

They fired, and the bastard was able to last for a few seconds before falling.

They stopped when they understood he was no longer a problem.

Clone Commander Bly cared about Aayla Secura.

Every one of his men do. She led them to hell and back on many planets. They hadn't even returned to Coruscant once since the war began.

When Order 66 came through, Bly gave a reluctant heartache nod to his men.

They all centered behind them, and Bly wondered if each of them were feeling tears in their eyes now.

They made it quick.

Her back sprayed with blaster bolts, and they didn't stop.

No, she didn't deserve to die so painfully. Were it a bastard like Quinlan Vos, it would have been different, but not her!

Neyo didn't even hesitate against Stass Allie either.

The speeders pulled up and fired.

That was all.

Gree had to admit being relieved that he wasn't executing Master Unduli.

She had been a good General. His men would take her out. He knew that much.

But Gree knew that Master Yoda couldn't be that much of a threat. He wasn't even involved with much of a battle.

The Clone Commander nodded at the other trooper - Jek - and aimed his blaster at the back of Yoda.

Pull the trigger and that would be all...

A blur of green, and Gree felt no more.

#commander cody #captain rex #ahsoka tano #commander bly #commander bacara #commander neyo #commander gree #clones #order 66 #star wars expanded universe

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Leia Skywalker knew why she was more popular than her brother.

Aside from the fact that her brother was more of an awkward speaking boy, he clung to their parents.

Their father who was always out, and especially their mother.

And now, Luke embarrassed her again.

Leia stormed home, her face a hot red, opening the door. Luke followed behind her, awkwardly shifting. He had splashed her clothes with mud on his bike and dirtied her hair.

"Leia-"

"You know you should just stay home!" Leia snarled, recalling when her friends laughed at her. "You wanna know why you don't have much friends besides Mara?! Because you always do the dumbest things!"

"I-I didn't mean too..." Luke replied. "How was I suppose to know that the brakes on the bike would stop working?"

"After you drove into mud!" Leia snarled. "Next time don't even come with me! You are the living definition of embarrassing!"

Luke blinked back tears and ran away.

Leia felt a small bit guilty but she hid it well. He had to know the truth.

"LEIA!" came her mother's rageful voice.

Leia froze.

Uh oh.

Leia wished she could have stayed in the shower forever, but her mother's punishment would have been more severe. Seconds after she cleaned herself up, her mother had half-marched Leia to the corner.

"You stay here until you learn to respect your brother," Padmé said sharply, turning away.

Leia knew better than to walk out of that corner. Her mother was a politician and knew how to make both of them feel small after all.

Afterwards, she knocked on the door three times.

"Luke, honey, let me in," she said softly but sternly. Oh, how quickly she could become a angry lunatic to a soft-spoken person.

Even upset, he knew better than to disobey their mother.

She walked in and wrapped him up in her arms. Sometimes, it was amazing how strong she was, especially when it came to carrying them. Luke was bigger than her but their mother had some defined muscles.

Leading him to the couch, Padmé placed her head on top of his own.

"She hates me, mom! She hates me!" Luke sobbed, leaning into the embrace.

Padmé glared at her direction as if to say "Look what you've done" before kissing him on the cheeks. "Oh, don't worry, Luke, she won't be going anywhere without you from now on."

Leia looked at him with some form of pity, but some part of her was getting tired of being stuck in the corner like a brat.

She knew better to say anything though.

When Luke's sobs calmed, Padmé moved to her, and motioned for her to come up. "Now, what do you have to say to your brother?"

Leia gritted her teeth. It was not the mere apologizing to her brother, but being treated like a toddler infuriated her.

"I'm sorry," she ground out.

"Leia," her mother said sharply, gripping her firmly by the ear.

Leia bit out. "Okay, okay!" Her mother released her, and she swallowed her ego and said sweetly. "I'm sorry how I said you were embarrassing to be around, Luke, I was just mad. I love you."

"Luke?"

Luke swallowed a hiccup and responded. "I forgive you."

Brother and sister wrapped their arms around each other while their mother smirked before going to the kitchen.

"Now, I'll start dinner."

"You know she's scary when she wants to be," Luke murmured. "It's hard to believe she could yell some times."

Leia nodded instantly. "Riiiiight."

#Mama Bear Padmé #padmé amidala #luke skywalker #leia organa

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Luke Skywalker had been nervous. How his mother and father would react to Mara Jade was still unknown. After all, his mother had always been protective over him just like his father with Leia. Growing up with them hadn't been overbearing but very overprotective.

So when he fumbled to get inside of the apartment, Luke couldn't help but feel the tip of his ears turning red.

"Are you sure about this?" He haven't been the only one nervous, for Mara had obviously heard about them. Everyone have.

"I'm sure," Luke breathed before entering the apartment.

Reaching out with the Force, Luke sensed his mother had been cooking in the kitchen while his father sat down on the couch, watching the Holonet.

"Hey, mother, father," he said, and both watched as , surprised by Luke entering with a girl, "This is Mara Jade. We began... dating recently."

"Oh?" His mother asked, arching her eyebrow in confusion. "That explains why you came home at the middle of the night." Luke looked surprised. "I can hear the door opening at night, Luke, despite how big our quarters are."

His father chuckled. "Truth be told, son, when Leia began dating Han," he looked a tad bit grumpy about that, "I knew that you would soon find someone you love. How did you two meet?"

"In the Temple," Luke responded. They have been forced to move to Tython before Luke was born because the Jedi at the time committed a coup and the public did not take care it well. Fortunately, their numbers grew rapidly with those of supporters, despite how they were viewed by the public.

To add, adults have been allowed to join the Jedi Order, something that happened in ancient times. There was attachments allowing. So while Tython may be depressing at points for everyone, the planet had also been peaceful.

"Well, welcome to the family," Anakin said with a respectful grin. "When you have children, look out for this one. She's protective over her baby." He gave his wife a smirk.

"HEY!" His wife exclaimed. "You were the one who got mad over Han and Leia!"

"The age difference is big!" Anakin protested. "I was right to be angry!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night!"

Despite how angry they seemed, Luke could sense it was for all for fun.

Still, it made both of them exasperated, especially since it seemed like it never was going to end.

"I'm hoping that won't be us one day," Mara said, looking at him.

Luke shivered at the thought of it. "I agree."

#skywalker family #anti disney star wars #anakin skywalker #padmé amidala #luke skywalker #mara jade #Anakin doesn't turn to the Dark Side

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Bastila Shan: Just watch out for Revan, the tackling amnesiac.

Trask Ulgo: What's that?

[Revan tackles him]

Revan: WHO AM I?!

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Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003)

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Since I'm an Anidala shipper and since I'm bored, I decided to have some hurt/comfort. Inspired by that ROTS novelization where Watto was said to having beaten Anakin at four:

Whacks come down towards Anakin, unmerciful. But even with the pain coursing through his body, Anakin would not allow himself to sob.

Watto loves hurting him in such manners, but he calls himself his 'favorite slave'.

Other slaves would cry and plead for the beatings to stop, but not Anakin Skywalker who only allow the whacks to come down, not willing to show any tears. Weakness have always disgusted him for some reason, and he always had a determination around slavers which is one reason why they don't touch him like they touch other slaves, namely females but there are few males ones every now and then.

Anakin cannot help but wonder. Will there be a day where he can leave with his mother out of this life, to have the freedom that both of them need, and just live somewhere out there in the galaxy instead of this planet where both of them had to suffered?

Anakin closes his eyes as the whacks come down harder before it all ends.

"Now be gone to your mother," Watto says, appearing satisfied with what he have done.

Anakin limps forward, knowing that his mother have been watching every time and was crying throughout it.

"Mom..."

Anakin wraps his arms around her.

"Ani, I'm so sorry," mom whispers softly, patting his back. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes," he admits.

"Come on; let's go home and relax."

"I love you, mom," Anakin says, leaning forward against her throat. "And I would free us both."

"I know you will," mom replies, though her tone does not seem believing. "You are a strong child, Ani, and I love you too."

She may not see it now, but he would free them both... someday.

16 years later, in the present:

20 year old, Anakin Skywalker, wake from the dream, noticing that he is back in his bed in the 500 Republica. The sky outside is dark, indicating it is still night time.

The dream had been not a dream but a memory. Where only he had his mom to survive on, not Padmé, Obi-Wan, or Ahsoka.

His words that day... they were suppose to be true.

He have came back to her but it was too late...

Tatooine is full of pain for him for memories of his mother when the planet is even mentioned, not the horrible slavery consisting of the planet.

And Anakin should have disobeyed the Order and saved her.

Blinking the tears he didn't even know he produced out of his eyes, Anakin lays back in his bed, wrapping his arms around himself like a tight ball and shivering.

"Ani..."

The voice of his wife, the woman who he doesn't deserved but she still accepted him, is clear enough to shatter him.

"Padmé..."

And there is no denying the hoarseness in the tone.

His wife is quick to remove the blanket, revealing his shivering form.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?"

Anakin's lip trembles. "Yes."

Padmé frowns. "You're lying..."

"I'm not!" Anakin defends, knowing that there is no escape from this, but he knows that he have already waken Padmé from her sleep and that she would be inquisitive until he reveals his information to her. "I'm not lying to you, Padmé."

But Padmé shakes her head.

"Tell me, Anakin Skywalker..."

Anakin cringes at the use of the full name, before replying. "I saw my mother."

"Oh..." Padmé says, the sternness in her voice as well as her expression softening instantly, wrapping her arms around and rubbing his strands from the hair. "What was it, Ani?"

Anakin didn't want to have her worry about him, but Padmé is not type to quit. She didn't when her life was threatened on multiple occasions.

"Watto was beating me... and she was crying... I didn't cry... I swear I didn't! I was meant to save her, Padmé, but why couldn't I?!"

There is a heavy jolt within Anakin's body, pulling away from the love of his life. Padmé brings his face close to her cleavage, rubbing his tears away with gentle words and soft touches that he have never received on Tatooine, rubbing over parts of his body where he would have received beatings on long ago.

"Let it out, Ani, let it all out."

And Anakin allows himself lose in her grip, vowing to never lose her nor anyone else he loves.

#anakin skywalker #padmé amidala #shmi skywalker #anakin angst #anakin needs a hug #and padmé gives it to him #slavery #hurt/comfort

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Padmé forces Anakin to snap. What I think should have happened earlier:

"I think it's best if we don't see each other, at least not for a while. I'm sorry, Anakin."

Anakin feels all his hopes shattering, pain crossing his face at what Padmé had just said. Why is she treating him so maliciously? Why does it appear she wants him away from her? He loved her more than anything in the galaxy, more than even Obi-Wan, but it appears that he is nothing but a disgrace to her.

What happened to Ahsoka is still fresh in his mind. Anakin's anger is increasing. It's seconds away from boiling over.

He couldn't take it anymore. The Council expelled Ahsoka... Obi-Wan doesn't appear to care... and Padmé seems to want to call their marriage off.

"What?"

Padmé stops in her tracks.

"You want to break our marriage off as if I don't mean anything to you?"

"You mean a lot to me-"

"It don't seem like it," Anakin snaps. "I have done so much for you. I saved your planet. I saved your people, leaving behind my mother, and you just... don't seem to care."

"I am thankful for it, but-"

Anakin sneers. "There is no but, Padmé. The last time I was right about Clovis and you still would follow him instead of listening to your husband who have hardly been wrong before? I may not know marriage fully given my lack of experience, but two things I do know is in relationships that there is communication and trust."

"I trust you!" Padmé shouts. "But you don't trust me!"

"I trust you into telling you about what have I have done to those Tuskens, never disclosing that information to Obi-Wan or Ahsoka, two of the people who I have side by side with! I trust you to go to Geonosis and save Obi-Wan instead of following Master Windu's orders! I trust you in defending Ahsoka when she was framed. No, Padmé, it is you who don't trust me! When is the last time have you ever told me your conflict or allowed me to help you without holding me accountable for issues?!"

Padmé is speechless at Anakin's tone. He have never exploded at her, but now it appears that her husband have been replaced by a different person.

"And here you are, dressing like-" Anakin motions up and down, "like you have dressed around me before and that is normal because we are married! Who is your husband, Padmé?!"

"Anakin-"

"No! I have heard you accusing me, and while I may have made mistakes in the past and beating up a man within meter from death, I was only defending you! Had anyone witnessed him almost sexually assaulted you, they would see my actions as justified!" Anakin growls. "I get it! We are not like a normal couple but have it ever occurred to you that I tried?!"

Tears are in Anakin's eyes.

"I tried with every fiber of my being to satisfy you! But it seems like you are never satisfied! It is not my fault we are at war, Padmé!"

Padmé touches his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Anakin cringes and pulls away. "I continue losing everything I love! You don't seem to understand that!"

"Anakin, please."

Anakin collapses down onto his knees and begins to sob. Padmé closes her eyes, the anger at seeing what her husband have done before evaporating. Have she been behind the so much pain in his life?

She drops to her knees and wraps her arms around him, rubbing his back tenderly.

"Anakin, calm down. Easy." Padmé replies, tears falling from her eyes.

Anakin quivers in her embrace. "Why do you hate me, Padmé?"

"I don't hate you," Padmé replies softly.

"It seems like it!" Anakin snaps, showing his glassy eyes towards her. "I was a slave, Padmé! I have witnessed my mother went through terrible things just to protect me! I'm not a flawless person but can you at least try to be sympathetic to me?!"

Padmé cradles him, rubbing the back of his hair while whispering "I'm so sorry, Anakin." Anakin buries his face into her neck, feeling a weight tearing from his shoulders as he embraces the tender embrace of his wife.

Perhaps it would last. Perhaps it won't, but for this moment, Anakin allows himself lose in her arms.

#anakin skywalker #padmé amidala #Anakin x Padmé

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Padmé have been wrong.

Rush Clovis have not changed.

She wanted to believe Anakin was wrong the whole time, that she didn't kick him out as if he didn't mattered to her, that she didn't abuse his feelings.

'How many times have he been right? You never listen to him. You abuse him.'

The voice sends a shiver to her spine. She knows the voice is right, yet it is right. Anakin loves her more than anything and anyone, trying to make the best of it, pushing through all the pain and agony that came with the secret marriage, yet it feels like she doesn't take into consideration his feelings.

She insists that she loves him, that she wants nothing the best for him. Yet, she continues to be the cause of his pain.

Anakin hasn't returned.

Padmé have slept alone.

He would be back, she knows. He loves her too much that he would come back and apologize as if he is the one who was wrong. She was the one who was wrong! Kriff it all! She should seek him out and apologize if she wants to prove her loyalty and love she has for him!

She failed him.

After three days, he is back with several of her bodyguards, sharing greetings with all of them with such a deceitful smile it makes her feel worse. His smiles are not as they were before, appearing fake and solemn, though he did greet her with the stoicism that is like the much of the Jedi because of two reasons: one he is fearful of her lashing out at him again and two he is terrified that she is angry.

There is no denying the pain in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," she says once they are alone. "I'm so sorry."

Anakin's head tilts downwards, showing his grim face.

"As am I."

Padmé's glassy eyes locks onto his. "I hope I can earn your forgiveness for what I have done. I know you wouldn't trust me again but..."

Anakin didn't kiss her like she desperately wanted for him to do. Instead, he places an hand on her mouth, silencing her before shaking his head, allowing a hoarse.

"Please don't."

She stops speaking.

She doesn't deserve even that.

Anakin stands up. "I would be back. I'm-" he pauses for a moment. "Good day, Senator."

Padmé watches his form disappear, though he appears to limp slightly. It appears that he wants her to reach out and hug him like her life is depending onto it. She wants to do so as well, but she have hurt him enough.

"I'm sorry."

She would be better when he returns.

She would have to be better to him.

She will be the wife he deserves.

#anakin skywalker #padmé amidala

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Ahsoka trusts Anakin with her life. There is no doubt about that. Anyone who tells her that she's wrong for the confidence she places in him could just go eat a bantha's tail.

So when the returned Sith Lord, Darth Maul, have revealed that Sidious was grooming her Master to become his apprentice, she didn't believe it. She would never believe that her Master could fall under the manipulations of a madman.

Yet, Darth Sidious exists. There is no doubt about that.

'The Jedi knew,' Ahsoka says mentally, 'and did nothing.'

She wonders what have been going through the heads of those old fossils when they decided it would not be wise to attempt to find someone who could undermine them. Perhaps it is slightly understandable due to someone like Dooku, a Sith Lord, telling them, yet they should have still investigated the matter.

Did Anakin know? She wonders. Will he be able to stop this Sidious before it is too late?

She would never doubt Anakin, especially powerwise, given he have survived countless. He could be impale in the back with a lightsaber and survive due to his power.

Ahsoka places her holo-communication device down, rubbing her hands together as the form of Anakin appears.

"Anakin, how are you?"

Anakin, who is sitting down in a chair which Ahsoka recognizes as those of the Council Chambers, stares up to address her. She is not startled by the weary look in his eyes as this war have been getting to everyone but she is sure as Mustafar's flames startled about the light and dark surrounding him. What's worse the dark appears to be consuming his soul, yet the Togruta doesn't want to believe it.

"Ahsoka..."

Ahsoka smiles. "I captured Maul. We would be able to speak soon."

Anakin smiles as well, though it appears strain. "...Good."

Ahsoka wishes she is there, to be able to help him clearly when he is struggling. The Jedi sometimes are as useless as Loth rats.

Leaning forward, Ahsoka narrows her eyes towards Anakin, asking. "Anakin, are you alright? You appear distracted."

"The Chancellor just told me he is a-" Anakin begins, appearing to want to tell her something but biting on his lip tightly as he shakes his head. "Never mind. Ahsoka, you have to stay far away from Coruscant."

"Anakin, what did he tell you?" Ahsoka asks slightly forcefully.

Anakin gulps as he stares down, unable to meet her eyes. "I would fix it soon, Ahsoka, you could trust me."

Ahsoka finds her nerves being grated on for what he have just said.

"Of course I trust you."

Anakin stares back up at her, replying.

"Then you shall do as I tell you."

"Master, something is about to happen. Something terrible. What is it?" Ahsoka asks.

Anakin's paled eyes regards her own, appearing to be staring into her soul for a moment, a smile cracking on his lips, though it is not the one she remembers, not even strained, but just... off.

"Don't worry, Snips, everything is fine."

#Anakin Skywalker #Ahsoka Tano