I think there’s a good possibility of some clone survivor bases/colonies remaining after TBB, especially since in Rebels, Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor seem to safeguard the locations of a lot of Outer Rim assets (which I personally like to think are mostly run by clones) off of the Empire’s radar:
Wolffe also says they know the locations of remote Mandalorian bases that “…even they’ve forgotten about”:
Which makes me think of how Lucasfilm somewhat recently recanonized Kyrimorut as a location (a Mandalorian refuge from the Empire for clone trooper deserters and Jedi in Legends) in Mando Season 3. I wonder if Kyrimorut is one of the bases he was referring to?
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I wanted Wolffe and Neyo, and Bacara having some peaceful evening together with booze.
But anyway I made another disaster about that.
General rules for evening with grumpy Commanders.
- Don't give any topics that can stimulate Neyo's chilly pointing out.
- Don't easily talk about Wolffe's brothers or Malevolence incidence in front of him.
- Don't disturb Bacara's rarely peaceful evening.
Plo: What have I saw
Adi: Master Ki-Adi, did you saw what your Commander just did?
Ki-Adi: Yes, and please don't remind me again.
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“Dear Force,” he prays. Threatens. He’s arriving at the bargaining stage from left to catch it off guard. “Have I not suffered enough?”
“Mrrrrp!”
“Quiet over there, I’m trying to reach a mystical entity.”
“Myam!”
“Thanks, Ponds. Knew I could count on you.”
Sitrep. Cody’s currently trying to take a nap. It is not going well.
“Why didn’t you turn into shrimp or something easy,” he mutters, shoving the pillow up with his shoulder.
He’s had an incredibly long night in the Jedi Archives trying to help find texts that might help his batchmates turn back into the humanoid assholes they are.
“Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”
“Watch the hair, Wolffe.”
Wolffe chooses to ignore him, naturally. He continues impersonating a broken speeder and kneading Cody’s head.
Bly is— “Meep!” - still stuck behind Cody’s back.
Right. Nap.
His head kind of slumps back with the sigh, the stress flowing out of his shoulders like water down a stream—
There’s a rustling. One of them jumps on the couch, it seems.
Silence.
Cody deigns to open one eye and watches as Ponds drags a Jedi robe onto the backrest before nesting in it in quick, efficient moves.
“Is that General Windu’s,” he asks as if he actually wants to know.
As an answer he gets a stuck up tail and a frankly unnecessary view of his brother’s butthole before limbs, tail, and head are tugged into the fluffy ball of fur.
Alright. Time to close his eyes again.
Crossing his arms, he wriggles around until he’s - “Meep?!” - comfortable. Wolffe is still kneading, Bly is fighting a cushion, Ponds is living Cody’s dreams by being asleep and snoring—
“If you stick your tongue into my ear again, I’ll shoot you into orbit, Fox.”
“Rrya?”
“Yeah yeah, come here, you fool.”
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