#ARC-77

[forgottenchapterszine]

⭐WRITING PREVIEW⭐

Our next contributor preview is by @bitwhizzle! A quick peek of her fic for the zine.

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#forgottenchapterszine #2003 clone wars #star wars #swzine #clone wars #fandom zine #fanzine #star wars legends #zine #arc-77 #captain fordo #contributor preview

[runekirikjartan]

blond captains? blond captains

ARC-77 | Alpha-77 | Fordo

#fordo #alpha-77 #arc-77 #captain fordo #tcw fordo #fordo fanart #tcw fanart #tcw 2003 #fordo tcw 2003 #fanart #my art #my artwork #rune's art

[thevondoom62]

From the Clone Wars to the Imperial Age, Fordo enforces the will of Palpatine.

#captain fordo #arc-77 #obi-wan kenobi #obi-wan #anakin skywalker #darth vader #cad bane #general grievous #grievous #boba fett #star wars #toy photography #toy photoshoot

[totallycorrectjediorderquotes]

Stec: How come you've been acting so nice lately?

Fordo: What do you mean?

Stec: I don't know. You've just been acting nicer than usual.

Fordo: I can punch you if you want, Stec, don't make me punch you in front of the rest of the team

#The rest of the M10: aim for the sternum #ARC Trooper Stec #Clone Trooper Stec #Captain Fordo #commander fordo #Alpha Squad #ARC-77 #The Muunilinst 10 #the vode #star wars #star wars: the clone wars #star wars: the expanded universe #Star Wars the Prequel trilogy #incorrect star wars quotes #source: tumblr

[donutdollie]

[ Maybe you've put this somewhere I can't find in a cursory search, but what does Margot sound like? Does she have a notable accent? Does this carry over to the Star Wars verses? ] — @arc-77

i mentioned it somewhere in this blog, however, it probably got buried! margot’s voice in tone isn’t too dissimilar in my mind from her fc’s, only a little lighter and higher than her normal.   in short, i mean basically the voice caroline uses for her role as vera in the pacific.   unlike vera, however, margot has a discernible accent, a combination of a minnesotan midwest accent with an emphasis on the slightly musical lilt from her scandinavian roots.   nothing super intense except when she’s using local slang, but definitely not a ‘blank’ american midwest accent.   

in her main, i could absolutely see her leaning a bit heavier into it when talking to boys from the midwest, because even if they’re not from minnesota or wisconsin, they’re more likely to think it sounds a bit more like home. this does carry over in her star wars verses, but with more of an emphasis on the musical lilt than being strongly identifiable as a minnesotan accent.   it’s obvious to anyone she meets that she isn’t from a core world, that’s for sure.   i know some characters learn to speak without theirs or purposefully hide it due to core prejudices, but she refuses to do so.   considering where she is and how she got there, as well as her mindset, i’m not surprised at all.   that being said, since she has a bit of a talent for mimicry, she can imitate other accents and does if she’s making a joke or mocking someone.  however, she won’t even do that if someone mocks hers.   is it a point of pride?   absolutely… and she also prefers how her voice sounds in her native accent above all the others she can do.

oh and in pre-minnesota our world verses... it's just a northern swedish accent.

#hc » what we've seen and heard could make an excellent book #arc-77 #thanks for this!!! i actually love talking about her accent but i'm definitely biased

[commanderversio]

@arc-77

Iden thumbed the safety catch on her TIE's control column. "Inferno One, weapons hot." Moments later, Del and Hask sounded off similar confirmations.

"Three, weapons hot." "Inferno Two - weapons hot."

Iden's laser-like focus shifted to the scrolling digits of the countdown displayed on her helmet's HUD. Any lingering thoughts about the crew of the assailed Impetuous had been long since pushed from her nascent reality. She was like a gamut-runner on the starting blocks. The unrelenting whine of her idling ion engine was punctuated only by the reassuring rhythm of her life-support assisted breaths.

It had all been carefully calculated. The exact second the Corvus dropped out of hyperspace, they'd erupt from the hangar like the fires of Mustafar. Full throttle. Their TIES would be in amongst the X-Wings before the Rebels had even realised that they’d entered the system. 

Not for the first time, the Rebel Alliance was about to get a taste of its own medicine. They weren’t the only ones who had mastered guerrilla starfighter tactics. Any rebel pilot out there who thought currently otherwise was about to have a rude awakening, bathed in the righteous green-fury of Imperial laserfire.

Adiana Canton’s usually gentle voice was replaced by an authoritative bark, that if Iden hadn’t known any better, could have come from Ysanne Isard herself. “Inferno, mark.” In the same heartbeat Iden checked that the countdown digits matched Canton’s declaration and shoved the throttle levers fully forward. She was thrown back into her seat, harnesses cutting into her shoulders, as the TIE fighter shot out into the black of the void, black-wings screaming an indomitable battlecry.

Their three TIEs sailed across the hull of the stricken corvette, hurtling past the bridge, the tips of their solar arrays close enough to scratch the paintwork. Iden thumbed the weapons release on her control column, and watched dot of the concussion missile’s warhead bury itself into the S-Foil of an X-Wing, before in a flash of light, it rendered the rebel starfighter into a cloud of twisted metal.

A smile traced across her features, as she thought of the reactions of those aboard the Impetuous. She banked her TIE fighter hard to the right, feeling her suit tighten around her as its liquid compression system tried to compensate for the inertial forces. Reaching for the overhead panel, she clicked the radio to emergency frequency that the Impetuous was sure to be monitoring. “Inferno One to Impetuous, on station, for you, we’ll even waive our fee.”

#ARC-77 #(I logged in here for the first time in forever and found this in my drafts) #(No idea how long it's been sitting there) #( not sure if we plotted this or what ) #( but here you go!) #( you can at least enjoy it even if it takes me forever to reply to it)

[holonetnews]

DOSSIER CHEAT SHEET

LEGAL NAME: Deena Tharen

NICKNAME[S]: Dee, DT.

DATE OF BIRTH: ~ 45 BBY.

GENDER: Female.

PLACE OF BIRTH: 24589 Selene Terrace, Raelis Heights, Coruscant. CURRENTLY LIVING: 718, Korrina, HoloDistrict, Coruscant.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Fluently: Galactic Basic, High Galactic, Binary, Intermediate: Huttese, Twi'leki,

EDUCATION: University of Coruscant Graduate, Dual-Honours Degree: Public Relations/Strategic Communications.

HAIR COLOR: Brown/Brunette

EYE COLOR: Blue

HEIGHT: 5'8"

WEIGHT: 58kg, 127lbs, maintained begrudgingly. Has accepted that there isn't enough Cantina Mix in the galaxy to satiate her cravings for it.

FAMILY INFORMATION

SIBLING[S]: None.

PARENT[S]: Father: Lucian Tharen, Mother: Marcellina Sienar,

Both her parents are still living, but Deena maintains very-low contact with them at their request, they both disapprove of her career and Holostardom and want to remain as far away from the eyes of Holonet as possible. They reunite once every two years for a dinner at a favourite restaurant during the winter festivals.

RELATIVE[S]: None living.

CHILDREN: None.

PET[S]: None, is partial to the idea of a pet Tooka. Her camdroid is deliberately non-sapient.

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. Human, non-human, men, women, both, Deena is a very loving person and open to all kinds of affection.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Verse Dependent

tagged: @arc-77

tagging: @worldwearyjedi

#holomemes (meme tag) #arc77 #arc-77 #((Thanks for tagging me! This was fun to do!)) #hnn: scheduled programming ( queued )

[kazhan-draws]

Starting Pride Month with some Lando/Fordo action. Full (and NSFW) version here.

#caldo #arcmayor #lando calrissian #fordo #Captain Fordo #arc-77 #tcw #fordo x lando #not safe for whales #i doodle

[senatormonmothma]

@arc-77

The Chandrilan Embassy on Coruscant was a testament to the opulence and elegance of its homeworld. From the moment one stepped through its grand entrance, they were enveloped in an atmosphere of refined luxury that echoed the architectural aesthetics of Chandrila itself.

The interior of the embassy, with its spacious corridors and ornate chambers, uncannily resembled the interior of The Chandrilan House. The floors were crafted from polished Chandrilan marble, their smooth surfaces reflecting the soft illumination of strategically placed lumicrystal fixtures. Richly upholstered sofas and chairs provided comfortable seating, while delicate Chandrilan floral arrangements brought a touch of nature into the space. The rooms, furnished minimally, were occasionally and tastefully accented by artifacts depicting aspects of Chandrila’s rich history, each piece as radiant and unyielding as Chandrila itself.

However, inside the reception hall, subtle reminders that this was, in fact, an embassy punctuated the air of domestic splendor. State-of-the-art holo-communication devices and secure data terminals seamlessly integrated with the tasteful decor, embodying the blending of tradition and progress. The distant hum of airspeeders permeated the halls, a reminder of the bustling cityscape beyond. And through the expansive windows, the towering spires of Coruscant reached towards the sky, their shimmering lights contrasting with the soft glow of the enormous lumicrystal chandelier that was suspended from the high ceiling.

Tonight, the duality of its existence bothered Mon Mothma. The embassy, bequeathed to her by the Chandrilan House so that she could fulfil her Senatorial duties on Coruscant was her home. A sanctuary and a place of solace, where she could escape the weight of her responsibilities and the ceaseless struggles of the galaxy. But on this evening, at the insistence of her husband Perrin, she once again found herself playing host to a gaggle of strangers at an impromptu dinner party.

Resplendent in an elegant gown, she moved through the crowd with effortless grace. Her presence commanded attention as she engaged in conversations, her voice carrying an air of authority tempered with congeniality. Senators, high-ranking Imperial officials, and even members of her own family mingled amidst the throng, their voices blending into a harmonious symphony of polite discourse.

Despite the formalities and politeness, her stomach knotted as she watched her Imperial guests traverse the polished floors, their crisp uniforms and the echo of military boots on the marble felt like a violation, an intrusion into her sacred space. The grandeur of her home was now tinged with the oppressive aura of the Empire, casting a shadow on the very essence of what she held dear. It was as if a dark stain had marred the sanctity of her haven, a reminder of the compromises and concessions forced upon her by the political landscape. Her inner turmoil intensified with each passing moment. She despised the Empire and all it stood for—its oppression, its disregard for individual freedoms, and the innocent lives it had extinguished. And yet, as a leader and diplomat, she was forced to navigate treacherous waters, engaging with those who perpetuated the very system she fought against.

“Mon-“ Perrin’s voice echoed over her thoughts, and she turned to face him, nodding politely at the guest seemingly in his charge “would you mind keeping Commodore Fordo here company for a few moments? I need to excuse myself, a little too much of the Nubian punch, apparently.”

Mon Mothma smiled politely, any hint of animosity that she carried towards her husband completely unevident. “Of course, dear.” Lifting her glass, she let a gulp of Mezzaine Gold slip past her lips, a lubricant to prime her inner socialite, and looked to the man Perrin had introduced as Commodore Fordo. "I must confess, Commodore, if I had a single credit for everytime I was introduced to someone via Perrin's inebriation, I’d have accrued a deposit sizeable enough to bid for ownership of the Imperial Palace.” She extended her hand. “Senator Mon Mothma, delighted.”

#arc-77 #(This could be an interesting one!) #(Not sure where this happens. I'm guessing at some point after Aldhani.) #(But before she quits the Senate and declares Rebellion) #( I also like we have no idea how Mon Mothma voted in the Military Creation Act.) #(She opposed the act - but her vote is never actually recorded according to wookieepedia) #(Maybe she just like abstained? Bail voted in support and Padme and Garm voted against so even the Delegation of the 2000 was split!) #(Not sure how Mon feels about clones directly.) #(Seeing as when rebels comes around she's ok with Rex and it's Kanan that has issues I guess she is pragmatic) #(it's not the clones fault they were “made” ) #(This is going to be such a lit thread though!) #(I am hype!) #(also would like to introduce Fordo to Vel when I get her up and going.) #(meet the family! lol)

[mandalorianbrainweasel]

from “I love you” without saying it

11) checking your phone late at night and see them go online the moment you open their message (O’Niner/&any other Alpha) maybe he’s on Rishi?

-- from prompts sent by Tru (tumblr’s not letting me @ you) because I want to do at least one of the others. So this is one of three.

O’Niner collapses onto his bunk. These kids are honestly a mess, but this is what he gets for saying he wanted to work with the barely-passed cadets. This isn’t his first little squad, but his third. He brings them in, he bores them to death, he figures out what they need, he makes sure they get it. All while still managing to be seen as a hardass. It’d be much harder if he’d stayed like some of his other brothers, teaching younger cadets.

The younger ones are too cute.

But, eventually even this squad will be good enough to get sent out to a battalion or a legion or something. They’ll have experience enough to go on bridge duty. They’ll have anxious excitement enough to be happy with the gruntiest of grunt work in the battles.

That’s what O’Niner does.

Rishi really is the perfect place for it, between the eels and the seclusion and the actual importance of the place. They’re the last line of defence before enemies hit Kamino.

He just wishes he could see his classmates more.

He groans and turns his head so he isn’t smothering himself, grabbing his comm from where he’d tossed it by his pillow and opening up the messaging system. Typical: updates from the Kaminiise, general GAR officer messages.

He pauses and blinks.

Then he opens a message from Fordo.

He didn’t often end up with the younger (barely) of his classmates. From 51 to 100, they got grouped together more often, just like 01 to 50. They’d all drifted closer, though, as they got older. 77 was close to 99, and 99 was close to 02 because they were alike in some ways and thus trained differently than the rest of the class, and 09 was close to 02 because Spar was O’Niner’s favourite. One of the few he could come close to calling “vod.”

So he’d known 77, who had eventually always been tangling with Spar and 17. And after Spar...well, he’d helped out some. Especially after the incident.

The message was sent hours ago, and he’s probably on a completely different time, O’Niner realizes, even if Rishi uses Tipoca City time. He hums and hopes Fordo’s getting some sleep. As he reads the message, though, the little light that says whether someone is online or not blinks to online-blue.

[Hope you’re okay,] was the laconic message. [Got one of yours.]

Now that’s interesting. He feels a bit of pride, at that. Fordo’s good. For one of his to get to the point of being part of an ARC team with him, even for a little bit, meant they were doing quite well.

Hm.

[Do you think they’ll die?] he types back, sending it while staring at that online-blue.

There’s a pause, then typing.

[If they do, they’ll last longer than the others.]

They’re at war with droids. It’s bound to happen, unfortunately. So he’ll be realistic.

Most of them are going to die.

Not just the students he sends out. Not just the grunts or the ARCs.

All of them. No matter how good they are.

You have to be lucky, too.

Spar taught them that.

[K’oyaci.] he types. [Bring me something next time you come back to Kamino. Or send it, if you don’t want to come back.]

[Understood.] A pause. [Stay well, 09r.]

#O'Niner #Alpha shenanigans #the alpha class #prompt fill #my fanfiction #arc-77 #arc captain fordo #ladder rungs

[majordallows]

Happy Empire Day! (May the 4th be with you)

@arc-77​

Dallows turned at the sound of approaching footsteps, the shimmering lights of Coruscant’s skyline dancing on the glint of her plasteel armor.

The last stragglers of the Imperial Ball had begun in earnest to politely (and in some cases impolitely) excuse themselves back to their speedercabs or, if they were important enough, back to their rooms inside the Imperial Palace.

A pleasant breeze carried the early morning air over the balcony to her, before chinking softly away through the horrendously expensive Nubian chandelier that was but one of dozens that adorned the venue. It was frankly amazing that any had survived the almighty wrath of the Emperor’s fireworks display. 

“Oh, it’s you...” She exhaled in relief. With sunrise fast approaching, her ability to force herself through yet another conversation with an avid gala-goer was severely diminished.

“I thought for a moment there that I was going to have mentally prep myself for another fascinating monologue on Kashyyyk exports.”

She swirled the glistening remains of Merenzane Gold in her glass, silent for a few moments, before nodding out towards the immense artificial vista. “It’s really something, isn’t it? Reminds me of home.”

Jaina finished off the last of the drink, and placed the empty glass down on the balcony, and straightened her belt. “It feels good to finally be out of that dress... Besides, that Minister from Esseles was eyeing me up a bit too much for my liking.” 

“Happy Empire Day, Sir. I won’t pretend I’m not anxious to get back aboard the Impetuous, but, is there anything you wanted to discuss whilst we have a moment?”

#arc-77 #(a short and sweet drabble wishing you a happy may the 4th) #(May the 4th be with you!) #(thanks again for everything) #(being able to interact with you is always a pleasure)

[clonememesfrikyeah]

Alpha-17: “The kid has great potential. He may become a captain or even a commander.”

Maze: “Or a psychopath.”

Fordo: *sprinting for his life* “He’s got a weapon! He’s got a weapon!”

Cadet Rex: *sadistically laughing and chasing him with a machete*

#17&Maze: get up from their seats and start running away too #captain rex #alpha 17 #alpha 77 #captain Fordo #commander Fordo #tcw #the clone wars #Star Wars #clone wars 2003 #incorrect star wars quotes #incorrect clone wars quotes #clone trooper #arc trooper #clones #the clones #alpha arc #captain maze #source: what we do in the shadows

[thevondoom62]

Some Star Wars related goodness coming for ya today because I’ve got pics of the Star Wars Black Series Clone Wars ARC Trooper. Now, while not explicitly named, everybody knows that this figure is supposed to represent Captain Fordo from the 2D Clone Wars show, so we’ll just be calling him that from now on.

While not a faithful take on how he was seen in the cartoon, due to reusing the Echo base body, this is still a quite nice figure. I’ve never been a stickler for 100% accuracy, so I can’t say I mind. As far as movement goes, it’s solid. Bit hampered thanks to the kama, but that’s to be expected.

Fordo here was actually sent to me by a friend and for that I’m quite grateful! This is actually my first Clone Trooper from the Black Series, so maybe this’ll finally motivate me to buy some more. I have been meaning to get Commander Cody at least. Overall, great figure! I can’t even complain about it being a Walmart exclusive since it’s been very easy to find for one.

#captain fordo #clone trooper #arc-77 #star wars #toy photography #toy photoshoot #clone wars

[every-nami]

#One Piece #Nami #Ch: 77 #Arc: Arlong Park #with: bellemere #with: nojiko

[donutdollie]

“ 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 ” [ @arc-77 ]

[ 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ] while the plot we discussed is set in her originals verse, i could see something a bit different if set in her verse that follows the prequels. there, she's spent the war working on and off with the jedi and the clone army to bring artifacts back to coruscant (her and more than a few others) and the republic museum. she's familiar with clones, has a respect for the jedi that comes from working alongside them on occasion, etc. then, order 66 happens, and she watches everything crumble that she understands. basically, i think it would be terribly interesting to have them interact with that basis of something new in both of their lives, not something he's existed in for more than a decade and that is almost all margot knows. they could be forced to work together in some capacity as she has to take on work that is more governmental historian as well as that of the museum... or they could simply cross paths.

[ 𝚝𝚠𝚘 ] okay but THIS, this idea is based in the only verse i have so far in which margot is force sensitive, and since she's a padawan during the clone wars, there's entirely a possibility she might meet him during the war. she's not a warrior... she's the padawan of a jedi historian. but as the war grows more intense, there are plenty of jedi who were never meant to be out there. while he might find her determination to be at least acquit herself halfway decently as a commander admirable or maybe her nerdiness slightly endearing, i'm guessing more likely he'll be very frustrated by the ineptitude of her master as a general and thus her lack of preparation for the role. i still haven't decided if somehow she manages to escape order 66 or, more likely, she dies during it, but if she does survive, there's always a possibility for more tragedy.

[ 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 ] okay, this is my loosest idea so far because i don't know nearly enough yet about your sequels verse, butttt my general idea is since she has actual funding in this verse, she hires fordo to help her with one of her trips to follow the trail of the other information she's picked up on various force sects, including the jedi and sith, to find more.

#ooc » sewing with glen miller on repeat #arc-77 #here are those other plots!

[qhideduo]

But in the end I won't escape from the sight of you

Half of me is half of you now

I'll have to cut myself in two

#helidtiys #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft fanart #convex #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #gtwscar #cubfan #gtws #captain angry eyes #vio.arts #anyways. area 77. also known as the convex divorce arc