#Monnk's Company

[clone-anon]

Hi Clone-Anon I would like to make a request. I have always been scared of deep water even though I can swim in a pool. Can I get something that's early relationship for a gender neutral reader with Commander Monnk? lie a day on the beach and he finds out you aren't sure about going in the water?

Absolutely! This is my first time writing Monnk so let's see what happens.

Commander Monnk x GN!Reader

Warnings: swimming in the ocean, reader does get in the ocean so if you want a version outside of the water let me know Anon, holding on to each other, hugs, kisses, this is the Clone Anon blog so you're getting fluff

"You coming," Monnk called, already far enough into the waves that he was chest-deep.

"Yeah," you replied, trying to smile back to him. You looked down at your feet as each wave covered your ankles and buried your toes a little deeper in the sand. You took a few steps forward and Monnk approached you. He didn't want to leave you behind. He didn't say anything but reached for your hand. You walked into the water with him and paused once you got to be waist-deep. The waves weren't rough, but you felt your heart pounding in your chest. It almost felt like you couldn't breathe.

"What is it," he asked.

Your attempted grin looked more like a grimace. This was date number four and you were still getting to know each other. You thought a day at the beach could be fun and while the picnic part was, you weren't completely sure about the swimming part.

"I'm scared of water," you replied.

"Water or the ocean," he asked, remembering when he met you, you'd been wading in a small pool at your friend's house.

"It's the deep water that worries me," you admitted. You felt him squeeze your hand a little.

"We can stay on the beach," he offered. "Or if you want to go further, you can hang on to me."

"Are you sure," you asked. "I don't want to ruin the fun."

He pulled you in for a hug and replied, "You're not ruining anything. I just want to spend time with you."

You decided to at least try to go further. He was a fantastic swimmer and if you were going to try to enjoy the deep ocean, you felt he was someone who would make sure you didn't get hurt. You took your time walking further into the ocean. He made sure you always were holding on to each other in some way. He was more than comfortable in the water, his strong legs kicking through the depths. You faced him, trying to tread water along with him and keeping your hands on his shoulders. You started to find a rhythm and had to admit that you even enjoyed the feeling of weightlessness.

When a fish swam up against your leg, you practically jumped on to him. He held you, treading water while keeping your head well above it.

"It's okay," he said reassuringly. "It's just a fish. We're not out deep enough for anything to get us. I promise."

You wrapped your arms around him and took a few calming breaths. After a little while, you started to relax again. You enjoyed his company and felt like you could get used to this. You started noticing some of what was in the water around you.

"Look at that shell," you said, trying to point to one that seemed to be a brighter color than the others that lay around it. Monnk swam you both closer to land so you could stand up, water not only up to your waist.

"Wait here," he said, diving back into the water and retrieving the shell. He handed it to you and kissed your cheek. You cupped his face and returned the kiss, getting lost in his eyes and thinking it might be nice to have another date on the beach soon.

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[wanderinginksplot]

Gar Cyare Chapter Two

More Alpha-17/fem!reader!

Word Count: 6,200 (ouch)

Warnings: Mentions of fights, mentions of punching, reference to past abuse, reference to murder, descriptions of self-defense training, mentions of drunkenness.

*I'm actually going to include translations before my author's note because this is an extremely Mando'a-heavy chapter!

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Nynir (Strike)

Alpha was watching you. 

It wasn’t like you particularly objected to that. After all, he did it often enough that you would have thought you’d be accustomed to it by now. And, to be fair, you watched him in exactly the same way - like you were suffering silently until the next moment you could touch him, even if it was just to brush against him ‘accidentally’. 

But you didn’t think it was that, especially since your fingers were currently laced together under the cover of his kama. Between you and Alpha, you had quickly discovered that the kama, as well as being the mark of a distinguished warrior, made an excellent cover for hand-holding. Alpha said it was the most useful thing it had ever done. 

That only made you melt a little bit.

But he was still watching you, a considering light in his dark eyes, and it was starting to make you nervous.

You rested your fork politely on your napkin and turned to face him directly. “You’re staring at me, Alpha. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Do you want to fight?” he asked nonsensically.

You blinked at him, allowing yourself a beat before you gathered yourself enough to ask dryly, “I would have thought we had done enough of that last week.”

Alpha laughed, the sound rich and tingle-inducing. “Not exactly what I meant, little one. Do you want to learn how to defend yourself?"

"Oh," you said ineloquently. It wasn't a bad idea, though you profoundly hoped you never had to go through another situation like the Separatist attack. "It would probably be smart."

"I think so," he agreed. "And, fortunately for you, you'll have the best trainer on Kamino."

"Best trainer on Kamino?" Monnk asked, sliding into a seat at your table. "Did T’vert come back?" 

"Nah, never," Drift argued. "Don't you remember how badly things went wrong on that departure day? The Kamiini swore, never again. He has to be talking about Zarll."

"Isn't he a politician now?" Neyo asked, joining the group and the conversation. "And I only asked to be polite. He's a politician now. Why are we talking about Zarll?"

"Trying to figure out who the best trainer on Kamino is," Drift reported.

Neyo looked thoughtful for half a moment. "Has to be Trem. Have you seen her cadets? Most of them will end up as ARCs someday, watch for it."

Alpha gave a piercingly loud whistle to draw the attention of the chatting ARCs. "Thanks for the ego boost, men. Who invited you here, again?"

"You did," Monnk reminded him. 

"Regretting that, Captain?" Drift asked with a cheerful grin. 

"Always," Alpha grumbled. "You almost done, neverd'ika? I'm losing brain cells with company like these idiots."

"Yeah, I'm done," you agreed, and Alpha took your tray to discard everything on it. He had started doing that recently, claiming he was tired of waiting for you to politely make your way through the line. He cut through lines almost exclusively, a practice you watched with a shake of your head.

"What training are you doing?" Monnk asked, pulling your attention away from your boyfriend towering over cadets as he briskly disposed of your collected garbage.

"Oh, uh…" This wasn't a secret, right? Alpha was a secretive man, but surely he wouldn't care if his ARCs knew. "We've decided that I should learn how to take care of myself. Like, in a self-defense situation."

You weren't sure what reaction you would have expected, but blank stares and silence weren't quite it.

"And the captain offered to train you?" Drift asked, inferring from this new information and what he had overheard.

"Yes," you replied, arriving to sound serene rather than concerned by their skepticism.

That silence was laden with tension and sideways glances shared between the men. You did your best to wait patiently for someone to say something, but when the quiet stretched, you broke.

"What? What's wrong with Alpha offering to train me?"

Neyo was the first one to speak, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "The captain is a great trainer, but… he's tough."

"I know that," you replied, bewildered. You didn't think anyone could have survived so long here on Kamino if they weren't tough.

Neyo shook his head. "Right now, you know it in the abstract. If he trains you, you'll see it in-person. I've seen him make a nat-born cry with a look."

"I've heard him punish someone by ordering him to run laps," Monnk told you. "He didn't let the man stop for five hours."

"He's threatened me eight times today," Drift pitched in, sounding inordinately proud of that fact.

"Ready?" Alpha asked, coming back to the table. With three sympathetic pairs of eyes aimed in your direction, you nodded and stood to follow Alpha, feeling like someone doomed.

Alpha had suggested you start the next afternoon, spending the hours before dinner together. You had hedged slightly, reminding him that you were still working to regain the muscle you had lost in your injured leg.

"That's why it's so important," he had countered. "You've lost your weapon - that crutch. You have to be your own weapon now."

So you had agreed to meet with him, dressed in the workout clothes you had optimistically brought with you to Kamino and never worn.

"The first thing you need to focus on," Alpha started, dressed in his own workout gear, "is blocking a hit."

"That's the first lesson?" you asked, only slightly embarrassed at how squeaky your voice sounded. "It feels like there are other things I could learn first. Easier things."

“Easier things? Sure,” Alpha confirmed with a nod. “But not more useful. If you can block a hit, you can set yourself up to return it. I don’t think you understand how much damage a well-aimed punch is capable of…”

He trailed off, voice odd, and you noticed that his eyes were tracing the edge of your cheekbone. The bruise had long since faded, but - judging from the gentle way Alpha’s fingers smoothed over its exact boundaries on your face - he hadn’t forgotten about it. There didn’t seem to be any reason to bring it up directly, so you didn’t. 

As it turned out, you didn’t need to. With his warm fingers brushing your face and his warm gaze locked with yours, Alpha’s jaw clenched slightly. “Say the word, neverd’ika… One little word and I’ll kill that beroya aruetii.” 

That wasn’t quite the romantic declaration you had expected, but you probably should have. Alpha had made it clear that your safety was one of his top priorities, and he was extremely willing to resort to violence if he deemed it necessary. 

“I appreciate that, Alpha,” you started, smiling despite yourself at the offer. “But I think it would be better if I just ignore Doni and learn to take care of myself.”

Alpha frowned heavily at you. “Why do you know that di’kut’s name?”

You snorted. “Because I can’t pronounce ba-bertoya arn-arueta.”

Despite your stumbled pronunciation of the unfamiliar words, the heat flared in Alpha’s eyes. “I need a warning if you’re gonna start speaking Mando’a. It’s… distracting.”

“Yeah?” you asked, your pulse quickening.

“Okay, so blocking…” Alpha diverted, launching into a lecture about how to perform a proper block.

It turned out that there was more to it than you had originally assumed. A block was just what you did to stop a punch before it could land, but there were so many things Alpha wanted you to remember.

When he finally told you to try a blocking stance, you obliged. You spread your feet apart for sake of balance and held your hands up in front of your face, feeling faintly ridiculous as you peered up at Alpha from between your half-cupped palms.

He studied that stance, eyes narrowing. With the way the lines bracketing his mouth and furrowing between his eyebrows deepened, you assumed he didn’t like what he saw. Before you could ask what exactly you were doing wrong, Alpha reached out, pressed the tips of two fingers to your shoulder, and gave a gentle nudge.

You swayed backward dangerously, only just managing to catch yourself. Alpha tapped your chin, his way clear since you had dropped your blocking hands while you adjusted your stance.

“And now I’ve punched you in the jaw,” he said. “You’re probably unconscious.”

“How was I supposed to know you weren’t going to give me any feedback?” you asked, half-laughing.

“That was your feedback,” Alpha told you, looking nonplussed at your inability to follow his imaginary instructions. “If I can hit you, you aren’t blocking right.”

You huffed at him. “Come on, Alpha. At least tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

Alpha motioned for you to set up your stance again, then he walked a tight circle around you, blowing out a heavy sigh as he did. “First, stop standing like that. Your feet are too straight. You want your non-dominant foot forward, but keep your weight on your back foot.”

“My leg still isn’t back to full strength,” you reminded him.

From the understanding on Alpha’s face, that reminder was unnecessary. “I know, neverd’ika. If it starts to hurt, tell me, but I need you to push yourself now. It’s not going to get stronger unless you work on rebuilding that strength.”

You nodded, adjusting into the stance he had suggested as you raised your hands again.

Alpha was shaking his head before you even finished settling into place. “Your arms need to be tighter against your sides. Move your hands closer to your face. No, more than that. More than-”

His breathing stuttered like he had only just managed to keep himself from sighing again. Gently, he nudged your elbows, forearms, and hands until they were in a position he deemed acceptable for blocking. When he was done, your elbows were clasped tight to your sides, your forearms pressed to your chest and your hands hovering somewhere around your jawline.

“Alpha, this feels ridiculous,” you informed him.

He shrugged. “That’s how you block a hit. I don’t know what else to tell you. You’re covering most vital organs and vulnerable spots, and your hands are close enough to your face that you can reach up to block a hit there.”

“I thought you told me not to block with my hands?” 

“Yeah, don’t,” Alpha agreed with an approving nod, ignoring your frustrated look. “But you can lead with your hand to get your forearm or elbow in place.”

“But how do I- ah!” 

You interrupted your own question with a short exclamation of surprise as Alpha tried to tap your face again. But you saw his movement before he made contact and your arm came up of its own volition. Without checking in with your brain, your body used the long bone of your forearm to swipe his hand away.

“Good!” Alpha congratulated warmly as you gave a hesitant smile from behind your hands. “That was a block. A small one. Against a slow, light hit. But still, it’s a start.”

You grimaced at how quickly that praise had devolved, but nodded anyway. It felt silly to talk this way, standing in a position ready to guard against a hit, but you weren’t about to lower your arms. What if you couldn’t bring them back up fast enough when he tried to mock-hit you again? 

“Hold on,” Alpha said, moving exceptionally slowly to wrap his hand around your wrist. 

His fingers closed around the delicate bone of your wrist, giving you time to prepare for his touch before he gently pulled and pushed at your arm. You were holding yourself so tightly, keeping your posture stiff, that your entire body swayed as Alpha moved your arm.

“That’s what I thought,” he chided. “You have to hold your arms more loosely.”

“But this is the blocking pose you told me to use,” you argued.

Alpha shook his head. “I told you this would protect most of your vulnerable spots, including your face. But if I go for the area below your ribs-” He touched his fingertips to the spot he had mentioned, your block doing absolutely nothing to get in his way since your elbows were anchored to the front of your body. “-then you want to move to stop me.”

“But if I don’t hold my arms this tightly, aren’t I more likely to hurt myself if I try to block a punch?” you asked. “I don’t want to punch myself in the face.”

Despite himself, Alpha chuckled at that. “That is a concern. But you’ll learn to make your muscles firm when you’re blocking. Being able to block well in only one spot is less important than being able to block less completely but still effectively anywhere on your body. Does that make sense?”

“So, I’m…” you struggled to find the right words. “I’m sacrificing better efficiency for the sake of better coverage?”

“Yeah, basically,” Alpha said with a shrug. “You’ll learn to be more effective over time, but it’ll take a lot of practice.”

And he did his best to make sure you got a good bit of that practice. You blocked and dodged and blocked some more, but Alpha’s speed and strength never increased. Finally, after you had managed to block nearly a dozen ‘hits’ in a row, you took a step back and nodded at him.

“I think I’m ready for you to speed up or hit harder.”

Alpha stared at you, hard. “Why don’t you let me decide when it’s time to move things forward?”

“Sure,” you agreed easily. He was the trainer, after all. “When do you think that time will come?”

“Let’s talk about hitting,” he suggested instead.

That seemed a little odd to you, which was the only reason you noticed how the subject moved in much the same order as blocking had: Alpha explained the process to you, taught you how to perform the basic movement, then let you practice it. 

When it came time to hit, you ‘punched’ him the same way he had ‘punched’ you earlier: small taps meant to make contact or maybe be slightly annoying rather than painful. However, Alpha was having none of that.

“No, you need to be using your full force here,” he lectured after your second intentionally harmless tap. “You need the practice.”

“But you weren’t using full force for your hits earlier when I was practicing blocks,” you pointed out. 

Alpha shot a sardonic look in your direction. “And you aren’t sure why I wouldn’t?”

“No, I think I have that part figured out,” you replied. Your own sarcastic expression wasn’t nearly as well-developed, but you managed. “But I would have expected you to put a little power behind it since blocking is the most useful thing I could learn.”

“You’re misunderstanding me on purpose,” Alpha complained.

“No, I think you just didn’t think about the fact that teaching me to fight would lead to you having to spar with me.” Alpha’s face didn’t change - his mask of soldier’s professionalism was too strong for that - but something shifted in his eyes and you realized with a start that you had guessed correctly. “That’s it, isn’t it? You don’t want to actually hit me.”

That was such a ridiculous thing to complain about that you struggled with a strong feeling of idiocy… until Alpha’s jaw twitched with how hard he was clenching it.

“I… won't. I can't hit you. I can't even try.” Alpha grimaced at you.

You nodded thoughtfully. "What if I put on the right gear? Helmet and gloves and anything else I would need to protect me?"

Alpha frowned as if he was taking a moment to picture that. “Still no. It's not that I'm worried you would get hurt - even if that's part of it, too - but I just don't think I could take a swing at you. Not if I wanted to mean it in a way that would help you get better. Makes me a useless trainer, huh?”

“Not useless, just…” you trailed, searching for a less offensive word. “Just a little less effective.”

He didn't respond to that, not with anything more than a grunt. You pressed on, knowing he was unhappy about this unforeseen problem. "You can still teach me the basics, right? Enough to help me not get annihilated if I ever get into a bad situation?"

He shook his head. "Don't think you're getting out of this that easily. You still need to learn how to defend yourself. Even if it isn't me teaching you."

You almost wanted to laugh at the begrudging tone he used, but you were too busy being nervous. "Who do you think I should ask? Maybe Monnk? Or maybe Neyo instead…"

"Like hell," Alpha denied instantly. "I'll find someone, and it won't be any of my di'kutla men. It'll be someone I trust. Now, we were working on punches."

Almost two full days had passed by the time Alpha mentioned the other trainer again. When he did, it was only to tell you to brace yourself.

You frowned at him after that pronouncement. "What do you mean? I thought you were going to find someone you trust?"

"I was," he replied, an unfamiliar defensive note in his voice. "But then I remembered that I don't trust anyone."

"Alpha…"

"I'm sorry, neverd'ika," he apologized. "I was talking to one of the other trainers about who I should ask and she got it in her head that I was asking her."

That was an unexpected bit of social confusion you wouldn't have pictured Alpha falling prey to. It was far closer to the things you had done in the past, too polite to correct someone, even if their misunderstanding put you in an awkward position. A comedy of manners you would have thought he was immune to.

"And it was too uncomfortable to correct her," you summarized sympathetically.

“What?” Alpha asked, but your point seemed to process before you actually repeated anything. His face cleared of confusion for a moment before it changed to one of derision. “No. Kriff that. I told her flat-out that I don’t want her around and that I just wanted to know who she would recommend.”

“Alpha!” you admonished, even as you internally admitted that lined up much more closely with what you knew about him. “Was she offended?”

“Yes, but it’s worse than that,” Alpha told you, deadpan. “She’s insisting on training you anyway. Something about a misplaced sense of sympathy.”

“Sympathy?”

“Misplaced?”

The second question hadn’t been yours, and you turned to see where it had come from. 

The newest arrival was a female you vaguely recognized from around the training areas. She wasn’t an ARC trainer - you would have known her better if she had been - but you had seen her around the rooms used for flight training. Not that you had a lot to do with the pilots, but the female was fairly unique among the trainers.

She was a female Weequay with all that entailed. Her cheekbones were pronounced, jutting out under her eyes and giving them slight protection that was augmented by her brow ridge. The bridge of her nose was partially covered by a fold of skin that seemed ready to deflect a hit. Her jaw had a line of fine bone spikes for even more protection. Though her skin was leathery and tough like every other Weequay you had met, it seemed slightly smoother than that of Weequay males. She had a few long braids augmented with metallic ornaments that matched the rings encircling her neck.

The female was taller and slender, wearing clothes that were baggier than you would have expected - only clinging tightly enough around her hips and thighs to support the weight of the multitude of their own pockets. Her shirt was sleeveless, but her lower arms were wrapped in a layer of bandages or tape that went down to her hands, leaving only her fingers free. The muscle of her upper arms and the bends of her elbows were covered in metallic studs that you couldn’t quite figure out the purpose of.

Overall, she was a striking and intimidating figure, especially when she folded her arms and looked you up and down.

“This her?” she asked, her voice direct and slightly hoarse.

“Yeah,” Alpha confirmed. He stepped toward her slightly, lowering his voice, but you could still hear him clearly as he warned, “Don't be a besom.”

“I'm always a besom,” she replied, unimpressed at the way he was trying to use his height against her.

“Nice to meet you,” you said politely, trying to cut off any disagreement between the two. 

They both glanced in your direction - the Weequay wearing a slight smirk while Alpha just looked resigned. 

"Zackra Trem," he told you, gesturing to the female. 

"I've seen you around, but we've never gotten the chance to meet," you explained. "You train the pilots, correct?"

"As much as someone can train a soldier replicated from human genes," she told you, winking before tossing a sly look back at Alpha.

Alpha, as expected, looked unamused. "Shut it, Trem. How are you even gonna train her with those baggy clothes on?"

"Baggy clothes? You see about as much as a civvie on a good day, Seventeen. Today, you’re just embarrassing yourself." With a smirk to accompany that statement, Trem turned to you. "How many weapons would you guess I'm wearing?" 

Despite your surprise at the question, you obligingly studied her, mentally tallying up every space where a weapon could conceivably fit.

"Six," you attempted at last.

"Wrong," she told you. "Fifteen."

Alpha immediately scoffed. "You aren't hiding fifteen, even in that outfit."

"You're right," Trem acknowledged with a smirk. "Not exactly fifteen. More than that."

You frowned, feeling a little stupid at your underestimation of the very formidable trainer. Hiding weapons on one's person was hardly a surprise - the ARCs and the kids made a point of always having a few in easy-to-reach places - but something was still bothering you. 

"Why lie, though?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows at Trem. "I was already wrong. You didn't gain anything from lying."

"Maybe I didn't, but you did." Trem folded her arms, the moment emphasizing the buckles and scale-like metallic pieces adorning her shirt. "Consider that your first lesson: your enemy is going to lie to you."

“Enemy?” Alpha asked, voice rumbling with displeasure. “I didn’t bring you in to be her enemy. I brought you here to be her trainer.”

“You didn’t bring me here at all,” Trem countered, not incorrectly. “You didn’t want me here and I came anyway. That means you don’t get to say yes or no about anything. The only one who can is her.”

They both looked your way. Alpha looked irritated and on-edge, but Trem spoke before he had a chance to sway your thinking.

“I heard what happened to you.” The way two of Trem’s fingers rose to tap at her own cheek made it clear that she was talking about your run-in with Doni Pender. “The same thing happened to me, but no one was around to stop it.”

Your heart dropped. You had known you had heard Alpha talk about Trem before, but you hadn’t been able to place her name. But you could now. Shortly after you had met him, Alpha had reported a too-flirtatious cadet to Trem, who he said took a personal interest in situations like that one. And like the one Pender had put you into. Suddenly, things made more sense - particularly, why Trem was so intent on teaching you herself.

Trem didn’t smile, but the lines of strain that had appeared on her face as she talked about her past faded slightly. “I heard you like asking questions. You can ask me one, but that’s it.”

“Is he dead?” 

Alpha’s thick eyebrows flew up at the question, erasing the look of wry consternation that had crossed his face at the knowledge that Trem knew about your question and answer sessions during shared meals. He seemed almost… startled. Like he didn’t quite know what to make of your question.

Trem, in glaring contrast, didn’t hesitate for a moment. “Yes, he is, and by my hand. The Mandalorians who shut the place down made sure of it. They honored my pain by letting me take the revenge I chose… and I did. I’ve never looked back.”

The Weequay’s tone was satisfied, almost cheerful, but the thing that stood out the most to you was her casual use of the phrase ‘the place’. Those two words alone spoke of large-scale horror, a desperate situation, and unfathomable suffering. The fact that her voice had held no real inflection was somehow worse. 

You didn’t want to ask for more information - would never ask her about it unless she initiated a conversation about the topic - but the little you knew was enough to prompt a firm nod from you. “Good.”

Even Trem looked surprised at that. When your expression didn’t buckle under her close scrutiny, she gave a short nod. “Alpha can’t bring himself to hit you, not even for training. I won’t have that problem. My goal is to make sure you can defend yourself. You may hate me by the end of this, but I can promise you’ll have the skills to kick some ass if it ever comes down to it. Can you live with those terms?”

“Yes, I can,” you agreed. “And thank you.”

“What was the first lesson?” Trem quizzed.

“Enemies will lie to me,” you parroted obediently. 

“Very nice,” Trem congratulated. “And here is your second lesson: enemies will always try to catch you off guard.” 

By that point, you had learned enough about Zackra Trem’s teaching style that you quickly prepared yourself to be caught off-guard, but there was only so much you could do with a half-second of warning.

To your utter shock, you managed to block the first hit she directed toward your face. It was a solid block for a solid hit, and catching it on your forearm made your hand tingle. You were a bit slower moving to block her second hit - that one directed toward the curve of your waist. It glanced off of the bone of your wrist. The resulting rush of feeling from those nerves made your racing mind pause for a half a moment - too long to react as quickly as you needed to.

Trem’s final hit connected solidly with your chest.

Unlike Pender’s hit, this one didn’t knock your head to the side or throw you violently off-balance. You stumbled back, but were able to catch yourself fairly easily - despite the way your leg protested. 

At first, you thought you were fine, reflecting that it was an odd place to hit someone. You even tried to get back into a stance that would let you block any other strikes that Trem threw your way. But then your heart gave a belated stutter, like it had skipped a beat but in the most painful possible way. The time it took for your heart to beat again felt like it took an eternity - a terrifying, suffocating eternity. 

When your heart beat again, it took up a pounding rhythm, beating like you had been sprinting for your life. You pressed a hand against your chest, gasping in an attempt to catch your breath once more.

So much of your attention had been focused inward that it felt like you hadn’t really been using your eyes. When you remembered to blink and refocused on what was in front of you, you found Trem looking knowingly satisfied. You dimly recognized that she had pulled her strength, landing the blow in a way that was far less devastating than it would have been. She had known exactly how far she could push the line and had gone up to the very edge. A tiny bit harder and she would have stopped your heart.

The understanding passed between you, your eyes locked with Trem’s, before your concentration was broken by a bellow. 

As much as you were taken off-guard, Trem wasn’t phased for a moment. She turned and blocked Alpha’s punch like they had rehearsed it. She dodged the next, blocked the one after, then delivered a solid blow to his ribs, dodging another wild swing before they broke away from each other. 

“You know this is the best way to teach her!” Trem told him unsteadily, her breathing having picked up from the effort of fighting him. “She needs to know how to handle it.”

“Not like this!” Alpha refused, voice rough. 

“Yes, like this!” Trem insisted. “And you know it.”

Alpha’s head lowered, his brows furrowed over his eyes. His breath was coming in sharp pants. He shook his head once, twice… “I need to go.”

And then he left, shoving roughly out of the door. His elbow connected loudly against the door frame, the sound of the collision sharp even though he was only wearing his thin body glove rather than his armor.

When you had processed all of that, you looked over at Trem. “I’m sorry, I need to-”

Trem shook her head, stopping you from making your way out of the training room. “No, I’ll go. I need to settle things with him myself. Before I do, though, I need to know if you want to keep working with me. I’m not going to be nice or kind or soft, but I can teach you what you need to know.”

“I want that,” you agreed. “I want to know what I’m doing. I want Alpha to stop having to worry about me. And… I don’t ever want to feel helpless again.”

Trem did that almost-smile again, but it was paired with sadness in her eyes. “I can’t promise that - no one can. But we can make it a lot harder for anyone to catch you off-guard. Let me go handle things with Alpha. I’ll be in contact.”

And then you were alone. 

Since you didn’t know when to expect Trem to be in contact, you stayed in the training area for a while. You practiced the moves Alpha had taught you, did some exercises for cardio strength and to keep building the muscles in your leg. When that was finished and you still hadn’t heard anything, you retreated to your own quarters to shower and clean up. 

As you showered - listening intently for the sound of your comlink making noise - you couldn’t help but wonder how the conversation between Alpha and Trem was going. You didn’t think Trem would have gone there with the specific goal of fighting Alpha, but if those two tried to have a discussion about something as sensitive as training differences, there were good odds that things had devolved into a physical fight. 

When the comlink finally rang, you were sitting on your bed and trying to catch up on some background reading for your report. You dove for the device, fumbling slightly as you accepted the transmission. “Hello? Hello?”

“Go to Alpha’s quarters,” Trem’s voice told you through the device’s tiny speaker. “You’re gonna want to see this.”

Your heart dropped, but you didn’t get the chance to respond - Trem had disconnected the call before you could even formulate a reply. 

With your earlier concerns in mind, you retrieved a small first-aid kit from your bedside table before making your way to Alpha’s quarters as quickly as you could without breaking into a full run. 

As Alpha’s door came into view, you reflected too late that you had never learned the code that would let you in. You could knock, but what if he was too badly injured to let you in? Then you got closer and realized that the door was open slightly. You didn’t quite know whether to think that was reassuring or concerning, but you didn’t give yourself too long to think about it, pushing through the door with the first-aid kit braced in front of yourself… 

 Only to stop short just inside of the door.

Alpha was lying on his bed, one arm thrown over his eyes. What you could see of his face was reddened, and his body was more slack than you had ever seen it. Alpha typically held himself with the bearing of a soldier, posture perfectly upright and always coiled for whatever could be thrown his way. Was he unconscious? 

“Alpha!” you called, concern lacing your voice as you hurried across the room. 

Alpha’s arm pulled slowly away from his face as you busily studied his body for injuries. After having found none, you raised your eyes to do the same to his face. His cheeks were reddened beneath his natural tan, but his eyes were bright and he didn’t look bruised.

“Neverd’ika,” he greeted warmly. “Hey.”

“Alpha,” you replied, furrowing your eyebrows as you continued your study with a more discerning eye. “Are you… drunk?”

“No,” he scoffed. “Trem brought tihaar, but I didn’t get batnor. I can outdrink that chakaar any day.”

“Mm-hmm,” you agreed mildly. For your own sake, you hoped he would ease back on the Mando’a. You got a lot from context clues, but you didn’t speak the language and this conversation would be a lot trickier if you didn’t understand half of it. “What did you two talk about over the… alcohol?”

“You,” he told you, filling you with warmth even as he patted the bed beside himself. “Sit down. You’re too far away.”

Obligingly, you sat down where he had indicated. You were roughly even with his waist, giving him a much better vantage point when he rolled onto his side and leaned up to rest his head on his hand. 

“But everything is okay now?” you asked. 

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Alpha agreed. “I’ll let Trem keep training you. She said you were okay with that. It was always gonna be your choice, but I just… just need to make sure you’re safe.”

“Alpha, I’m safe, I promise.” You had relaxed a bit when Alpha told you everything was fine, but you tensed when the furrow reappeared between his eyebrows. Soothingly, you added, “Trem knows what she’s doing and she’s going to teach me. It’ll be fine. I’m fine.”

“You are now,” Alpha said, the furrow deepening as his gaze fell to your leg. “You weren’t before, though.”

“No, I wasn’t.” Part of you wondered if it would have been wiser to lie, but you respected Alpha too much to give him anything other than the truth. “But that’s in the past.”

“Doesn’t feel like it to me,” he confessed, jaw clenching. “When those clankers had you… I don’t think I’ve ever been more terrified. And then you got hurt and I was more terrified. I never want to see you in a situation like that again. I want you safe - need you to be safe, even if I’m not around to protect you anymore.”

You forced a laugh in a poor attempt to hide the way that sent a horrified chill through you. The idea of living without Alpha was one you didn’t want to spend too much time contemplating. “That isn’t an excuse to skip out on future fights. You need to stick around for all of them.”

“I’ll be there,” Alpha promised, sitting up so he could trace his fingers over your jaw and stare into your eyes, his own gaze dark and fathomless. “The only way I’m gonna die is for you, neverd’ika. I’ll be around as long as you need me.”

You felt your own expression crumple as you fought back tears at that simple, heartfelt, drunken vow. You felt exactly the same way, though you knew he probably wouldn’t like hearing that. You reached out, wrapping your arms around him in a hug that he responded to with eagerness, squeezing you so tightly that you could barely breathe.

He was so warm. You would never get used to that warmth, but it was nothing compared to the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat. You could feel it in every press of muscle around you and the way his breaths took on a beat of their own. 

When Alpha leaned slowly back toward the bed, you happily rearranged yourself to stay aligned with him. When you were both lying flat, you were cradled in Alpha’s arms like you were the most precious thing he had ever held. He pressed a gentle kiss against your temple and smiled when you sighed in satisfaction.

He fell asleep only seconds later - you could tell by the way his alcohol-scented breath rustled past your head with increasing regularity, and the way he relaxed even further.

Just before you dropped off to sleep yourself, you wondered idly if you had any pain meds in your first-aid kit. Alpha would probably need them in the morning.

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Translations

Beroya aruetii - traitor bounty hunter

Di'kut - idiot

Neverd'ika - little civilian

Besom - mannerless person

Tihaar - strong clear alcohol

Batnor - drunk

Chakaar - petty criminal (general term of abuse)

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Monnk: You’re so dramatic

Kit, a Jedi: I have no idea what you’re talking about.

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Eldritch Entity  Jedi AU

Just in it’s conceptual stage but you know. The Force is Funky ™

5 + 1: Five Times the Council Snapped and One Time it Wasn’t Someone On the Council— or something like that

The Jedi Council is very peculiar about who they chose to be on the council, along with very, very attentive to how the Force manifests in younglings. The Jedi Listen to the Force, but it also listens to them and sometimes its... unique. Everyone on the Council had these manifestations dwelling within them, Jedi that were not only the strongest but also most controlled. Wise because they had to be.

When a Jedi snaps, they don't always fall. It was a little known secret among a handful of them.

There's a manifestation that can be sensed by those trained to sense them— a manifestation that some might even call a parasite or a demon that the Force creates. Hidden, waiting.

Emotions aren't dangerous, but they're something that needed to be controlled— that's why the Council always seemed to be these distant figures, beings who keep all their emotion controlled. Thats why there are masters around who seem to be "perfect to the code" that aren’t emotional, release everything into the force.

Until the war that is.

War wears down on everyone and it's not like the Council is off the frontlines— many are right there in the thick of it.

Surprisingly, though, the first to snap is Oppo Rancisis, one of the leaders of the 91st Corp.

Oppo Rancisis is old. He knows death, he knows pain, he's seen his friends pass on through age, sickness, and murder. But it’s different with the Clones— the Council knows, these Clones are just Children. They're just children. Adults physically and mentally, but they're just children, really.

And, see, the funny thing about the Force is that it's unique to each figure. When called upon, it reacts to every one of their abilities, to whatever suits them the best.

The Separatists who had been killing the Clones didn't expect for Rancisis' form to start writhing, for his jaw to unhinge fully for blood and poison and bone to be pulled from his jaws— seemingly endless as a swirl of power that twined and twisted upwards.

Oppo Rancisis is a Thisspiasian. And Thisspiasian culture was one of proud warriors, who kept their emotions well-concealed and their rages checked. Many outsiders saw only a Thisspiasian's outward facade of tranquility, and to most being it seemed as if Thisspiasians existed in a sea of calm. But that was just a facade.

Oppo Rancisis was a passionate Jedi under his calm exterior, and Thisspiasians were serpentine.

The Clones of the 91st, those of their small sub group with the Master who were all still living that is, watched in horror as this manifestation made from more blood, bone, and poison that the Jedi probably had wreck havoc on the Separatists on the plant. A monster made from blood and bone and poison that stretched for miles long, with jaws and fangs and more jaws and teeth lining the inside of its maw and far too many eyes all while Rancisis was still, but form distorted and there were still too many eyes, to many pointed lines, too many shadows— but the eyes were not golden and red, the eyes firmly remained brown. Brown and green.

The Clones, when the monster, the horror had been satiated and seemed to vanish into nothing, did not speak of it. They were wary, of course, but they did not speak of what they witnessed. Not as one of them was tempted to level his blaster at Master Rancisis' back as he led them back to the ship, not as the Thisspiasian locked himself in his quarters to report to the council— not when they heard through the door:

"I have lost control of my Manifestation briefly, it has returned but the damage is... more explosive than I recall it ever being. Be wary, my friends.”

.:.:.:.:.

On the other hand, it's rather unsurprising that Shaak Ti is the next to snap. After Hypori, she did not take many missions. The loss had been too great and perhaps thats where the first fissures started to form. It was a gradual break, she would later state when she cleaned the blood from her hands. Instead of other missions, she was sent to Kamino. She watched, taught, and became a protector of the Cadets and Clones there. She wiped the blood and sweat from their brows, bared her teeth at the Bounty Hunters and the Kaminoans. She was theirs and they were hers.

So how dare the Kaminoans think that it was acceptable to terminate infants. Not even out of the tubes. Truly, she snarled and snapped at the Kaminoans when they tried it with the others, but these? These were Infants.

Colt and the Rancor Battalion have never spoken of what happened that day. Of how Shaak Ti's vocal chords seemed to create an unearthly wailing screech as she cradled a dead child, no larger than her forearm, in her arms, as they watched her body, her muscles and bones shift under her skin as the wailing continued before cutting off abruptly.

They don't talk about how she so gently set the child down, closed its eyes before everything around them seemed to explode. They dont talk about how Shaak Ti seemed to explode into pure energy, with too many teeth and too many claws and too many eyes and when they locked eyes with Rancisis' platoon on the way back they just somehow knew. There were always too many eyes.

Colt and the Rancor dont talk about how Shaak Ti moved, unearthly noises leaving her in the forms of wails and snarls, how she raked claws across metal and tore it like Flimsi, how she cracked and broke Kaminoan bones, how she crushed skulls under her feet or how she was soaked in blood when the consolidated energy receded and she returned to herself, cradling another child in her arms and sorrow in her eyes.

Colt and the Rancor don't talk about how they heard her warning the Council to have a tighter grip on their emotions. And how they'd need to compensate Kamino for the slaughter.

.:.:.:.:.

But if Shaak Ti's emotions raged like so, the Council individually braced themselves. After all, they all had a feeling who was next— even he did.

Plo Koon had always been strangely confusing for many Jedi who didn’t know him well. A man who was Calm, Silent, Collected— but also compassionate, loving, and gentle. Conflicting in ways that many Jedi did not understands, speaking of not getting attached yet he loved so fiercely.

(Eeth had only sighed and handed over the credits when the news of the Council's own miniature  storm god finally made an appearance.)

The 104th knows they were lucky to have Plo Koon as their Jedi General. They knew it ever since they had been brought together. General Koon will listen, General Koon will help you, will let you be free from your "programing", will look the other way if you want to have a relationship with someone outside the GAR— or inside— and will give you material possessions and the care of a parent that you never knew you had ever wanted because they were normal to Nat Borns but not to the Clones but to him you were no different.

The 104th knows they're lucky. But there are more things they never knew about their Jedi General because for as much as he allowed them to come to him with their problems, Plo Koon never went to them.

To the Council, it was no surprise when the weight of endless battle, endless war, endless deaths he had witnessed finally came to fruition.

To the 104th, it was horror, it was fear, it was realizing that it was only because the Jedi were good that they managed to keep such destruction under their skin.

The 104th knows they're lucky when they first see lightning leap across the skin of their General.

A campaign to a planet to put a stop to some Separatists. Thats all it was. A simple task, but then it wasn't. Then suddenly it was pain, blindness and loosing so many brothers because it had been a trap.

When the 104th returns they know they're lucky but they don't tell. They don't talk about how Plo Koon suddenly went still in the face of an army, about how emerald lightning sparked and how the temperature plummeted. How the light seemed to go out and their General tilted his head back. They don't talk about how it suddenly became difficult to breathe without their helmets on, how they all scrambled to get the injured resuited and their helms on their heads. They don't talk about how they watched in horror as their General took his mask and googles off, so calm and deathly still.

They don't talk about the lightning and clouds that spiraled from his mouth into the sky above, or how that creature too had way too many eyes, too many claws, jaws, and teeth. They don't talk about the frost that spread from under Plo's feet, or how some of their lips turned blue under their helmets despite being several feet away.

They dont talk about how Plo's shadow seemed to distort, or how darkness and lightning seemed to envelop half of his form, how his talons seemed longer, and how many eyes there were.

The 104th isn't a battalion known for being afraid, but they shrink back, still and watching as the separatists are decimated by storm, by wind, ice and lightning.

They don't talk about the lightning that continued to spark from their General as they returned to Coruscant, nor do they talk about how Plo seals himself away until they return, or about how the ship seems to smell of ozone and rain.

They dont talk as they meet with their brothers about how their buir is a miniature storm god, wound in tight control who could level a planet if he wanted to.

.:.:.:.:.

Agen Kolar was... confusing to most. With no clones under his command and almost the complete opposite to his predecessor and brother, Eeth Koth, there were those who viewed him as nothing more than a violent attack dog that the Council had set in place because they felt as if they needed another Zabrak.

He was fierce, but calculating. Strong and unshakable. Always the better swordsman, always stronger, always getting back up on his feet— always so controlled in his emotions.

No one expected him to snap, just like how no one expected it from Oppo Rancisis.

To make it clear though, the Outer Rim sucked. Huttspace Sucked. Agen had always had a strong sense of Justice— as black and white as it seemed to be. Evil was to be condemned, good was to be preserved.

Agen had a strong sense of justice, but a violent way of going about it. Agen was the Council's attack dog, he had garnered that name— as unkind as it was— but even dogs had things they cared about.

Children were precious, he knew that first and foremost as a Jedi. Life was precious, those who took it without a care were to be dealt with.

Agen had a Padawan once. One who was bright and happy and so excited to be a Jedi. One who loved flowers, who was enthusiastic about learning, who laughed and thought that Agen's age-mates and friends were amazing— no matter the fact that they were a Shistavanen, a Trandoshan, a Kel Dor, another human, and a Twi'Lek.

Agen suspects that he began to reach a breaking point when he closed Tan's eyes for the last time on the dusty sands of the Petranaki Arena. He suspects that he knew the look that Plo Koon gave him when he hauled the Kel Dor Master up into the LAAT/i when they left.

Agen cherished children, they were bright and gentle.

Agen hated slavery.

He had refused the Clones because of it, though he knew he was cementing the other Masters and Councilors to taking battalions instead because of his choice. Agen hated slavery and ignored some orders in order to crush slave rings instead.

Agen's snap isn't an emotional tide like Plo's or Shaak's or Oppo's, it is sudden and quick to the point. Just like he often was.

The Child had looked like Tan. Dark hair and bright blue eyes. The Child had looked just like Tan with dark hair in the sun and bright blue eyes— filled with fear and scared because gods he was being sold to die.

Zabrak were felines, yes. But Agen was also a dog in name. But either way he was a predator, just like Shaak Ti was.

And unlike Shaak Ti there was no one around to really remember what he had become. No one to remember the cracking of bones, as his Manifestation lashed out and covered his body like another skin, this one with just as many teeth and claws as Shaak's  but ten times more dangerous with horns and nothing like the cramped halls of Kamino's city to hold him back. Because even when he detached from it, it was still active, destroying speeders, moving as an extension of himself just like the rest did. With too many teeth and a body that was neither zebrak, feline, or canine. A demon in the sands of Tatooine.

Because even when he detached himself from inside of the creature he still moved like a man possessed, with nails sharp and teeth like razors, horns growing and spiraling upwards.

By the time Agen returns to himself, the time the creature had vanished into nothing, the entire building had been destroyed. Bodies of those interested in the Slave Trade lay in his wake, blood soaking his form, hair matted with blood and other things, and a gross taste of iron in his mouth because of course, a lightsaber isn't his only weapon. Not with his sole goal of destroy, protect, destroy in his mind.

Agen returns to coruscant after the Order sends healers out to take care of the implants the Slaves had and centers himself. He would not loose control like that again, not unless he could help it.

.:.:.:.:.

Kit Fisto, like others before him, was expected to snap as soon as word got to the Council of Oppo's snapping. Kit was an emotional person— that was well known among the Jedi. Though most Nautolans happened to be, perhaps in part of how their tresses functioned. They fed off of the positivity around them, and accepted the anger and rage they felt as well.

Kit was very much the same, a figure who loved and cared deeply for others— Who simply felt deeply for others.

Yoda had warned him of the dangers it had, showing him techniques to curb the instinctual reactions of the Force that swirled inside of him. Cin and Ki-Adi helped ground him when everything started to go awry, the very first time the being inside of him manifested.

Kit Fisto snapping was expected, even by him.

It happened like many of the others. The war was long, the war pushed them to their limit. The Jedi were tired, they were ground down, it was war. The Council had come to a grim realization after Shaak Ti’s snapping that if they did win the War the Jedi had already lost no matter the outcome. By taking up the mantles of Generals, they had lost. But still, they kept pressing, kept protecting, because what else were they supposed to do?

Commander Monnk had known something was up with Wolffe, with Colt, with the platoon that had been with General Rancisis that one time.

He didn't ask about it though. And maybe he should have.

Because Monnk doesn't expect to see absolute stillness from his General as he's trying to staunch the blood from another one of his brother's legs. He doesn't expect to feel the earth rumble as the Separatists approach, doesn't expect to watch as eyes open across his skin only to vanish when Monnk blinks. Monnk doesn't expect to watch his General to tip back off of the cliff into the ocean, doesn't expect the sudden stab of fear that they were being abandoned before the ground trembles again.

The Ocean moves in currents, Monnk knows. He's one of the best SCUBA Troops. He studied the seas across all sorts of planets when he learned he'd be working under a Nautolan.

And he knows the ocean isn't supposed to move like that. Moving that far back, knows that the ocean responds to the weather, not the other way around. Monnk doesn't expect a watery hand to crash down on the Separatists making their way to their cornered company. Doesn't expect to see eyes dark and empty opening up as if the water was just another surface. Because it was always eyes. Monnk thinks he should have asked Colt and Wolffe.

But he didn't because he doesn't expect for a creature made of water and ship wreckages, of bones and torn up plants, to appear when Kit vanished.

He wisely doesn't talk about it. About how when the water crashed back into the sea, taking all of the debris and the Separatists with it, their General had been standing still in front of them again, soaked and silent. He doesn't talk about how much sharper his teeth seemed, or how his nails had sharpened to claws.

.:.:.:.:.

The Council aren't the only ones with these manifestations. Not at all. There are a number of Jedi who have them, who are trained specifically not to let them loose. They know the consequences.

Only, it’s a tightly kept secret among those who do, because it’s dangerous, and those who didn’t have this Manifestation would look at those who did differently. Look at them as either Monsters, as Jedi destined to fall and become Sith, or as gods of sort.

And Anakin Skywalker didn't know.

But Cin Drallig did. He knew because he had it too. Kept under a tight lock and key, knowing full well what its true form was. A twisted ugly thing— in his mind at least.

And That's why he was training Bene. Because Bene had it too. She was smart and skilled and centered.

He feels the death of the Councilors in the Force before Skywalker arrives.

There was no water for Kit to fall back on, no focal point for Agen to enter his blood rage, not enough earth and stone for Saesee to become what he needed to. There was no time for Mace to center himself.

Cin felt it.

Cin had always had a strong grip on his center. He never expected to Snap, but in hindsight, he was glad he did.

Bene thinks that Master Drallig doesn't think she knows, but sometimes she catches him late at night prying thorns and stone from his arms as she's getting a glass of water from the 'fresher.

Master Drallig had told her stories of the others with Manifestations. How some Masters had destroyed entire planets full of evil because it had been their focal point. She had listened to him. He had told her that his was dangerous as well, unpredictable and he had learned all seven forms because of it, because practicing the forms had kept himself centered. He hadn't released it in a long time.

But she knew that one day, he would because it would appear across his skin, the evidence was carefully hidden in the wastebin, but she ended up finding it anyways.

She knew one day he would release it, and that she would follow.

And then she felt the Force scream, felt the deaths around her and it had shaken her.

Master Drallig had herded them all to the Room of a Thousand Fountains and told them "Don't look, don't listen" before Skywalker had burst in, full of rage, full of hate and Bene disobeyed her master as the others did as told.

She had watched as her Master dueled Skywalker, watched in horror as he was slashed across the chest, body falling, blood that shouldn’t have been there from a wound made by a Lightsaber arcing— but then she had seen as thorns and flowers grew from the wound, watched as Master's body changed, as sharp stone gathered into clawed feet and hands, as thorns and roses and other flowers bloomed around his body with eyes painted on the petals and lips pulled back impossibly wide in a snarl, but eyes replaced with a crown of flowers and thorns that dug into his skin, tangled into his hair and covered his eyes.

Watched as Skywalker's eyes widened in horror, as the clones faltered their attack, as claws made from thorns and stone plunged into Skywalker's body, tearing it apart.

But Bene knew the power that a manifestation had, and she felt her own force quiver as Master Drallig turned on the Clones, head tilted at an impossible angle before lunging. And she felt her own blood singing, the force pounding in her ears and she moved before her mind caught up, feeling an explosion of wood and bark thrumming just under her skin as she lunged to her Master’s side to protect.

hey idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#Penguin Writes: AUs and Concepts #Penguin Writes: Star Wars #Penguinkiwi Writes #Oppo Rancisis #Shaak Ti #Kit Fisto #Plo Koon #Agen Kolar #Cin Drallig #Bene (Star Wars) #91st Reconnaissance Corps #The Rancor Battalion #ARC Commander Colt #104th Battalion #Commander Monnk #Monnk's Company #Body Horrow #CW Body Horror #Eldritch Horror #Eldritch AU #Star Wars #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #Star Wars: The Expanded Universe #Star Wars the Prequel Trilogy #Anakin Skywalker

[infinitespaceking]

To know that Plo Koon and Kit Fisto have their tropes named after their clone commanders. 😍😍

#star wars #the clone wars #plo koon #kit fisto #wolffe #monnk #wolfpack #monnk's company

[keldabekush]

Commander Monnk and Riptide Company commencing standard drills (archive footage)

[aenaxes]

i’d like to think that the clones teach themselves standard mando’a, but over time, the physical separation from mandalore and the uniqueness of their circumstance results in them developing their own distinct dialect.

to some extent, the slightly hardened vowel sounds, altered intonations, the idioms specific to the clone experience—they’re just inevitable parts of learning and practicing language in an environment that isn’t wholly “authentic.” but by nature of merely existing and being passed down as a core part of clone culture, the dialect becomes authentic.

and it’s more than happenstance that really cements the dialect in the clones. having their own language is empowering.

there’s a very special kind of safety and pride in talking with a brother and seeing your general struggle to pick up what little fragments they recognize. a clone’s existence is so cruel, devoid of control, slated for military initiative over the simplicity of living for living’s sake. they don’t truly own anything, not even their own bodies. so it’s only fair that they can have their language, this single thing, as theirs alone.

and it’s something to pass on to shinies that can’t be lost or replaced in the ways blasters and buckets can. the older clones teach the younger batches the basics, and the younger clones offer them hip new catchphrases in return (it’s how you can tell who’s really old).

companies have impromptu lessons on slang over dinner. captains offer feedback on informal oral exams between briefings. squadrons designate a specific comm channel for shinies to practice tongue placement exercises during uneventful patrols (to really nail those tricky sounds).

better yet, battalions create their own shorthand and develop their own accents. oh, you were under doom’s command? that’s why you rely so much on active articulation. wolffe? your alveolar t and d sounds are nearly indistinguishable (and it makes fox want to pull his hair out). your first deployment is with bacara? good fucking luck—his battalion’s accent might as well be its own new language entirely. but once the shinies have caught on, once they’ve completed that rite of passage, they emerge having forged one of the strongest bonds of kinship in the entire army.

language—their language—builds systems of support and trust. it shapes how they celebrate and grieve and nurture each other. soldiers they may be, but there are at least twenty different ways in the grand army to say ‘i love you’—colt tells his men ‘you are my pride,’ and monnk’s translates loosely to ‘let me be your shield.’ each means the same thing on a rudimentary level, and yet their nuances make them nothing alike. the words they share cannot truly be understood by anyone but themselves.

it lets them bond as much as it allows them what little measures of autonomy they can glean from the republic and the jedi. their dialect may be a clone of their mother tongue as much as they are clones themselves, but it is no less real. they are no less precious. (and it lets them talk shit about their generals.)

their language makes them unique, practiced in mirrors and shared in the waning tide of war. it makes them them. and it’s one of the first things to go after order 66.

#again not clonecest #i also use the word authentic loosely because authenticity is ? relative #it’s authentic to them and thats all that matters #linguistics is cool :-) #pity i couldnt major in it :/ #this was inspired by that last ask about kote but also my daegu cousins lol #먹읏노???ㅋㅋㅋ #the clone wars headcanons #tcw headcanons #yaej.metas

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A'den Skirata

Able

Able-472

Ace

Ace (ARC trooper)

Aeon

Alpha-17

Alpha 332

Alpha 662

Alpha 989

Amp

Ando

Appo

Archer

Arkat

Atin Skirata

Attie

Aven

Axe

Ayar

Bacara

Bammer

Banks

Baris

Barlex

Barr

Barrage

Basher

Bek

Bel

Bellow

Bellows

Beta 030

Beta 963

Big-Mouth

Blackout

Blasty

Blitz

Blue Leader

Blue Six

Blunt

Bly

Boba Fett

Bogey 1212

Bogey 3856

Bogey 4409

Bogey 5632

Bogey 9662

Boil

Bolt

Boomer

Boost

Boro

Boss

Bouncer

Bow

Bravo 4

Breaker

Breaker (Breakout Squad)

Bren

Broadside

Brolis

Bry

Burner

Buzz

Byl

Cale

Cameron

Can

Cannon

Cards

Carg

CC-01/425

CC-4816

Chainly

Chaos

Charger

Charlie

Chatter

Chatter (radio communications)

Chatterbox

Checkers

Chi 178

Chi 987

Chopper

CL-33/890

Clanky

Climber

Close-Shave

Clutch

Cody

Colt

Comet

Comet (ARC trooper)

Connor Freeman's father

Contrail

Cooker

Coric

Corr

Corvis

Cov

CR57

Crag

Crane

Crasher

Crazy Legs

CRC-09/571

Crest

Crosshair

Crys

CT-014/783

CT-1008

CT-1103

CT-1226

CT-1312

CT-1405

CT-1410

CT-1477

CT-1507

CT-1509

CT-1710

CT-1807

CT-1977

CT-2005

CT-2006

CT-2110

CT-2312

CT-2504

CT-2602

CT-2711

CT-27-3555

CT-2805

CT-282-SD00001-983725138

CT-2901

CT-2911

CT-307

CT-327

CT-3423

CT-3632

CT-3636

CT-4/163

CT-4/619

CT-43/002

CT-5/373

CT-5/501

CT-57/11-9048

CT-66-3232

CT-66-3233

CT-66-3238

CT-66-3339

CT-802

CT-8770

CT-8863

CT-8867

CT-8868

CT-8869

CT-8910

CT-914

CT-915

CT-9779

CT-9/85

CT-9932

Cut

Cutter

Cutup

Dandy

Darman Skirata

Dash-1044

Dash-1129

Davijaan

DD

Deadeye

Dec

Del

Delta 23

Delta 32

Delta-42

Delta 607

Delta 855

Denal

Derel

Dev

Deviss

Dice

Digger

Di'kut

Ding

Dogma

Doom

Dom

Dov

Dox

Draa

Drak

Drayk

Droidbait

Dropkick

DV-523

Dyre

Echo

Edge

Engle

Ennen

Epsilon 234

Epsilon 497

Epsilon 905

Evader

Eyeball

Faie

Falco

Fi (clone trooper)

Fil

Fil (clone trooper)

Fireball

Fi Skirata

Five-Seven

Fives

Fixer (clone commando)

Fixer (cold assault trooper)

Flak

Flanker

Flash

Flashpoint

Flybane

Flyby

Fordo

Forr

Forry

Four-Nine

Four-One

Fox

Fox (Order 66)

Freedom

Frost

Fury

Fyn

Gaffa

Galle

Gamma 022

Gamma 264

Gamma 785

Gamma 789

Gamma 935

Gamma Five

Gamma Four

Gamma One

Gamma Three

Gamma Two

Ganch

Gar'ika

Gearshift

Gearshift's comrade

Ged

Gett

Getter

Ghost

Glitch

Goji

Gold Leader (Anaxes)

Gold Leader (Muunilinst)

Gold Two (Muunilinst)

Gree

Green

Green Leader

Green Wizard

Gregor

Grey

Gunner

Gus

Guts

Hamm

Hammer

Hardcase

Hardcase's Kamino commander

Hash

Havoc (ARC trooper)

Havoc (clone trooper)

Hawk

Hawk (Kamino)

Hawkeye

Heater

Herc

Hevy

Hez

Hil

Hunter

HOB-147

Hock Malsuum

Horns

Hotshot

Hound

Husk

Inc

Ince

Ion Team's comlink specialist

Iota 432

Jag (Jai'galaar)

Jaing Skirata

Jangotat

Jark

Jax

Jay

Jayk

Jek

Jek-14

Jenks

Jesse

Jester

Jester (ARC trooper)

Jet

Jez

Jind

Jinx

Joc

Joker

Jorir

Justice

Kaddak

Kagi

Kano

Kappa 429

Kappa 473

Kappa 773

Kaylon

KE-829

Keeli

Kef

Keller

Kickback

Kicker

Killer

King

Kite

Kix

Klick

Knuckles

Knuckles (182nd Legion)

Koho

Kom'rk Skirata

Korbel

Kosmos

Kupe

Lassar

Law

Levet

Lex

Lio

Lock

Lock (Breakout Squad)

Longshot

Lost Prophet

Lucky

Lunn

Mad Clone of Kaikielius

Mack

Mag

Mapper

Marrt

Mar'ek

Matchstick

Maze

Menace

Mereel Skirata

Mixer

Mixx

Mojo

Monnk

Mort

Mortar

Moz

Mu 262

Muzzle

Nax

Neyo

Nilo

Niner (Vassek moon)

Niner Skirata

No-Nines

NT-311

Nu 783

Nub

Nye

O'Niner

O-Four

Oake

Olun

Omega 370

Omikron 621

Ordo Skirata

Orion

Ox

Oz

Parsec

Patch

Patches

Peel

Phi 022

Phi 854

Pi 610

Ponds

Prudii Skirata

Psi 487

Pulsar

Punch

Quo

Racetrack

Racket

Rafe

Rain

Ram

Ras

Rattle

Razor

RC-0079

RC-0155

RC-0451

RC-0473

RC-0476

RC-1066

RC-1080

RC-1415

RC-1927

RC-2020

RC-3423

RC-5093

RC-7305

RC-7770

Recon

Red

Red (Kamino)

Rede

Redeye

Red Leader

Reed

Remo

Remy

Retired clone trooper

Rex

Rho 106

Rho 557

Rho 571

Rho 773

Ridge

Ringo

Rod

Rogue assassin

Ronto

Rookie

Ross

Rys

Salvo

Sandcat

Sarge

Sarge (commando)

Sarlacc-Face

Sconto's father

Scope

Scorch

Scraps

Scythe

Scythe (ARC trooper)

Seefor

Seeker

Sev

Sev (Lambda Squad)

Seven-Four

Sev's ARC Trooper

Shadow Five

Shadow Four

Shadow Seven

Shadow Six

Shadow Ten

Shadow Three

Shadow Three (Kadavo)

Shadow Twelve

Shadow Twelve's gunner

Sharp

Sharp (Devil Dogs)

Shiv

Shock

Shooter

Sicko

Silver

Sinker

Sirty

Six-ten

Skifter

Sketch

Slammer

Slick

Slim

Slug

Soot

Spade

Spanner

Spar

Spark

Spitter

Splice

Sprint

Spots

Squawk

Stak

Stance

Stec

Sten

Sterling

Stinger

Stoker

Stone

Striker

Stripe

Styles

Sull

Swift

Switch

Swoop

Syke

Sync

Tacks

Tag

Taler

Tam

Tarvyn Lareka

Tau 378

Tau 616

Tau 753

Tavo

Tech

Tel

Tenn

Theta 198

Theta 269

Theta 687

Thill

Thire

Thorn

Three-Five

Threepwood

Throttle

TK-119

TK-3388

TK-421

TK-422

TK-622

TK-875

TK-9091

Tojo

Toomer

Tooth

Torrent

Torrent Four

Trace

Tracer

Tracker

Tranquility clone trooper captain

Tranter

Trantos

Trap

Trapper

Trauma

Trench (Gamma-383)

Treve

Trigger

Troy

Trueblood

Tucker

Tup

Turbo

Twelve

Twitch

Two-Eight

Tyto

Tyto (Bacta Company)

Unidentified 13th Battalion clone commander

Unidentified 187th Legion Clone Commander

Unidentified 187th Legion clone trooper

Unidentified 187th Legion clone trooper 2

Unidentified 187th Legion clone trooper 3

Unidentified 187th Legion marine

Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion Trooper (Umbara)

Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion clone trooper (Utapau)

Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion clone trooper 1(Umbara)

Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion clone trooper 1 (Yerbana)

Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion clone trooper 2 (Umbara)

Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion clone trooper 2 (Yerbana)

Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion clone trooper 3 (Umbara)

Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion clone trooper captain (Bandomeer)

Unidentified 212th Attack Battalion clone trooper sergeant (Ryloth)

Unidentified 35th Infantry clone trooper (Gaftikar)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone escort trooper 1 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone escort trooper 2 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone escort trooper 3 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone escort trooper 4 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone escort trooper 5 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone escort trooper 6 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone escort trooper 7 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone medical officer 1 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone medical officer 2 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper (Coronet)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper (E-web)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper (Yerbana)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper (Jedi Temple)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper (Yoda's saber throw)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 1 (Umbara)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 2 (Umbara)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 3 (Umbara)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 4 (Umbara)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 5 (Umbara)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 6 (Umbara)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 7 (Umbara)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 8 (Umbara)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper 9 (Umbara)

Unidentified 501st Legion guard 1 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified 501st Legion guard 2 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified 501st Legion heavy weapons specialist 1 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified 501st Legion heavy weapons specialist 2 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified 501st Legion clone trooper sergeant

Unidentified 501st stormtrooper (first casualty)

Unidentified 501st stormtrooper 2

Unidentified 612th Attack Battalion clone trooper

Unidentified 91st clone trooper (Anaxes)

Unidentified 91st clone trooper 2 (Anaxes)

Unidentified 91st clone trooper lieutenant

Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando (Aridka)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando (intelligence officer)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando 1 (Kamino)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando 2 (Kamino)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando captain (Nadiem)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando commander (Aridka)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando commander (Nadiem)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando heavy gunner

Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando Lieutenant 1 (Hypori)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando Lieutenant 1 (Muunilinst)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando Lieutenant 2 (Hypori)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando Lieutenant 2 (Muunilinst)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Commando pilot

Unidentified Advanced Recon Force commando 2

Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper (Devaron)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper (Kamino)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper (Ryloth)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper (Umbara)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper 2 (Devaron)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper 2 (Kamino)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper 2 (Umbara)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper 3 (Kamino)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper 3 (Umbara)

Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper commander

Unidentified Advanced Recon Force trooper lieutenant

Unidentified air group commander

Unidentified Alpha Squad clone trooper

Unidentified ARC trooper

Unidentified ARC trooper commander

Unidentified Blue Squad commando 1

Unidentified Blue Squad commando 2

Unidentified Blue Squad commando 3

Unidentified Blue Squad sergeant

Unidentified Bogey Squad BARC trooper

Unidentified Captain of the Royal Guard

Unidentified clone (cremation center)

Unidentified clone (morgue)

Unidentified clone 2 (cremation center)

Unidentified clone 2 (morgue)

Unidentified clone 3 (cremation center)

Unidentified clone cadet

Unidentified clone cadet 2

Unidentified clone cadet 3

Unidentified clone cadet 4

Unidentified clone cadet 5

Unidentified clone chief medic

Unidentified clone commando (Arca barracks)

Unidentified clone commando 1 (H.O.P.E.)

Unidentified clone commando 2 (H.O.P.E.)

Unidentified clone commando 3 (H.O.P.E.)

Unidentified clone commando 1 (Theta Squadron)

Unidentified clone commando 2 (Theta Squadron)

Unidentified clone commando 3 (Theta Squadron)

Unidentified clone commando 4 (Theta Squadron)

Unidentified clone commando captain (Theta Squadron)

Unidentified clone commando pilot

Unidentified clone commando sergeant (H.O.P.E.)

Unidentified clone commando sniper

Unidentified clone commando weapons specialist

Unidentified clone engineer 1 (Twilight)

Unidentified clone escort trooper (Coruscant)

Unidentified clone medical officer

Unidentified clone medical officer (501st Legion medical bay)

Unidentified clone naval captain (Tranquility)

Unidentified clone naval commander (Resolute)

Unidentified clone naval officer (Anza)

Unidentified clone naval officer (Battle of the Kaliida Nebula)

Unidentified clone naval officer (Citadel)

Unidentified clone naval officer (Endurance)

Unidentified clone naval officer (Kamino)

Unidentified clone naval officer (Negotiator)

Unidentified clone naval officer (Patitite Pattuna)

Unidentified clone naval officer (Quell)

Unidentified clone naval officer (Ryloth)

Unidentified clone naval officer (Ryndellia)

Unidentified clone naval officer (Sanctuary III)

Unidentified clone naval officer (Sullust)

Unidentified clone naval officer (Ukio)

Unidentified clone naval officer (Valor)

Unidentified clone naval officer (Venator-class Star Destroyer)

Unidentified clone naval officer 1 (Saleucami)

Unidentified clone naval officer 2 (Anza)

Unidentified clone naval officer 2 (Citadel)

Unidentified clone naval officer 2 (Negotiator)

Unidentified clone naval officer 2 (Ryndellia)

Unidentified clone naval officer 2 (Saleucami)

Unidentified clone paratrooper (212th Attack Battalion)

Unidentified clone scout trooper (Umbara)

Unidentified clone SCUBA commander

Unidentified clone SCUBA trooper (First Battle)

Unidentified clone SCUBA trooper (Second Battle)

Unidentified clone SCUBA trooper 2 (First Battle)

Unidentified clone SCUBA trooper 2 (Second Battle)

Unidentified clone sergeant (Amidala's transmission)

Unidentified clone sergeant (New Dawn)

Unidentified clone shock trooper (docks)

Unidentified clone stormtrooper

Unidentified clone stormtrooper gunner

Unidentified clone scout trooper (Kashyyyk)

Unidentified clone tank gunner (Bothawui)

Unidentified clone tank gunner (Felucia)

Unidentified clone tank gunner (Geonosis)

Unidentified clone tank gunner (Saleucami)

Unidentified clone trooper

Unidentified clone trooper (79's)

Unidentified clone trooper (Amedda's bodyguard)

Unidentified clone trooper (Anza)

Unidentified clone trooper (arm wrestle)

Unidentified clone trooper (Asuin)

Unidentified clone trooper (Brentaal IV)

Unidentified clone trooper (Brighthome)

Unidentified clone trooper (Christophsis)

Unidentified clone trooper (Citadel)

Unidentified clone trooper (commando cross-training)

Unidentified clone trooper (Endor)

Unidentified clone trooper (Endurance)

Unidentified clone trooper (Florrum)

Unidentified clone trooper (Geonosian kill)

Unidentified clone trooper (Geonosis)

Unidentified clone trooper (Gwori)

Unidentified clone trooper (Hailfire droid victim)

Unidentified clone trooper (Honoghr)

Unidentified clone trooper (Kaliida Shoals)

Unidentified clone trooper (Kamino)

Unidentified clone trooper (Kiros)

Unidentified clone trooper (Negotiator)

Unidentified clone trooper (Nelvaan)

Unidentified clone trooper (Oznek)

Unidentified clone trooper (Prosecutor torpedo bay)

Unidentified clone trooper (Resolute)

Unidentified clone trooper (Saleucami)

Unidentified clone trooper (Second Battle of Geonosis)

Unidentified clone trooper (TB-73)

Unidentified clone trooper (Third Battle of Kamino)

Unidentified clone trooper (Timira City)

Unidentified clone trooper (Tranquility)

Unidentified clone trooper (Triumphant)

Unidentified clone trooper (Twilight)

Unidentified clone trooper (Vassek moon)

Unidentified clone trooper (Ventress victim)

Unidentified clone trooper (video call)

Unidentified clone trooper 1 (Citadel)

Unidentified clone trooper 1 (Drongar)

Unidentified clone trooper 1 (Hadde Base)

Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Citadel)

Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Florrum)

Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Geonosis)

Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Gwori)

Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Hadde Base)

Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Kamino)

Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Kiros)

Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Prosecutor)

Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Ryloth)

Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Saleucami)

Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Vassek moon)

Unidentified clone trooper 2 (Triumphant)

Unidentified clone trooper 3 (Citadel)

Unidentified clone trooper 3 (Kamino)

Unidentified clone trooper 3 (Kiros)

Unidentified clone trooper 3 (Vassek moon)

Unidentified clone trooper 4 (Citadel)

Unidentified clone trooper captain

Unidentified clone trooper captain (Bandomeer)

Unidentified clone trooper captain (besieged moon)

Unidentified clone trooper captain (Bogden 3)

Unidentified clone trooper captain (Hoth)

Unidentified clone trooper captain (Hunter Squad)

Unidentified clone trooper captain (Tranquility)

Unidentified clone trooper commander (bank)

Unidentified clone trooper commander (Chrisophsis)

Unidentified clone trooper commander (Gyndine moon)

Unidentified clone trooper commander (Hitaka)

Unidentified clone trooper commander (Hypermatter refinery)

Unidentified clone trooper commander (Impavid)

Unidentified clone trooper commander (Jedi Temple)

Unidentified clone trooper commander (Malastare)

Unidentified clone trooper commander (Separatist factory)

Unidentified clone trooper commander (Unidentified planet)

Unidentified clone trooper commander (Viidaav)

Unidentified clone trooper commander (Zeffo)

Unidentified clone trooper gunner (14th Infantry)

Unidentified clone trooper lieutenant

Unidentified clone trooper lieutenant (501st Legion)

Unidentified clone trooper lieutenant (Medica)

Unidentified clone trooper lieutenant (Pols Anaxes camp)

Unidentified clone trooper lieutenant (Sarrish)

Unidentified clone trooper lieutenant pilot

Unidentified clone trooper medic (Shinarcan Bridge)

Unidentified clone trooper officer

Unidentified clone trooper pilot

Unidentified clone trooper pilot (14th Infantry)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Bothawui)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Florrum)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Geonosis)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Kadavo)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Malastare)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Mandalore)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Rodia)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Vanqor)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Yerbana)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot 1 (Consular-class cruiser)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot 1 (Quell)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot 1 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot 2 (Bothawui)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot 2 (Consular-class cruiser)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot 2 (Quell)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot 2 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot 2 (Rodia)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot 3 (Bothaqui)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot (Obi-Wan Kenobi's fleet)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot 3 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot 4 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot 5 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot 6 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot 7 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot captain (Second Battle of Geonosis)

Unidentified clone trooper pilot captain (Tranquility)

Unidentified clone trooper scout

Unidentified clone trooper sergeant

Unidentified clone trooper sergeant (14th Infantry)

Unidentified clone trooper sergeant (501st Legion)

Unidentified clone trooper sergeant (Coruscant patrol)

Unidentified clone trooper sergeant (Malastare)

Unidentified clone trooper sergeant (Timira City)

Unidentified clone trooper sergeant medic

Unidentified commander (Christophsis rescue mission)

Unidentified Coruscant Guard (camera monitor)

Unidentified Coruscant Guard (Chancellor's Office)

Unidentified Coruscant Guard (guard platform)

Unidentified Coruscant Guard (Naboo)

Unidentified Coruscant Guard (prison balcony)

Unidentified Coruscant Guard (prison entrance)

Unidentified Coruscant Guard (Tano's escape)

Unidentified Coruscant Guard (Ziro's escort)

Unidentified Coruscant Guard 1 (prison corridor)

Unidentified Coruscant Guard 1 (prison riot)

Unidentified Coruscant Guard 2 (prison corridor)

Unidentified Coruscant Guard 2 (prison riot)

Unidentified Coruscant Guard 3 (prison riot)

Unidentified Coruscant Guard 4 (prison riot)

Unidentified Coruscant Guard heavy weapons specialist 1 (Scipio)

Unidentified Coruscant Guard heavy weapons specialist 2 (Scipio)

Unidentified Coruscant Guard sergeant

Unidentified Doom's Unit clone trooper (plasma welder)

Unidentified Doom's Unit clone trooper 1 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified Doom's Unit clone trooper 2 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified Doom's Unit heavy weapons specialist 1 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified Doom's Unit heavy weapons specialist 2 (Ringo Vinda)

Unidentified Green Company Clone Commander

Unidentified Green Company trooper

Unidentified Horn Company trooper

Unidentified Jet's Unit clone trooper 1

Unidentified Jet's Unit clone trooper 2

Unidentified Jet's Unit clone trooper 3

Unidentified Jet's Unit clone flame trooper 1

Unidentified Jet's Unit clone flame trooper 2

Unidentified Jet's Unit clone flame trooper 3

Unidentified Juma-9 Squad clone trooper

Unidentified Kamino Security Team clone trooper 1

Unidentified Kamino Security Team clone trooper 2

Unidentified Kamino Security Team clone trooper 3

Unidentified Kamino Security Team officer

Unidentified Keeli's Company clone trooper 1

Unidentified Keeli's Company clone trooper 2

Unidentified Lightning Squadron trooper (Ryloth)

Unidentified Mojo's Unit clone trooper 1

Unidentified Mojo's Unit clone trooper 2

Unidentified Mojo's Unit clone trooper 3

Unidentified Mojo's Unit clone trooper 4

Unidentified Muunilinst 10 clone trooper 1

Unidentified Muunilinst 10 clone trooper 2

Unidentified Muunilinst 10 clone trooper 3

Unidentified Muunilinst 10 clone trooper 4

Unidentified Muunilinst 10 clone trooper 5

Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 1 (79's)

Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 2 (79's)

Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 3 (79's)

Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 4 (79's)

Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 5 (79's)

Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 6 (79's)

Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 7 (79's)

Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 1 (arm wrestle)

Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 2 (arm wrestle)

Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 1 (Toast)

Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 2 (Toast)

Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 3 (Toast)

Unidentified Open Circle Fleet clone naval officer 4 (Toast)

Unidentified Rancor Battalion clone trooper (Kamino)

Unidentified Rancor Battalion heavy weapons specialist (Kamino)

Unidentified Rancor Battalion heavy weapons specialist 2 (Kamino)

Unidentified Republic Navy captain

Unidentified Resolute naval officer (Kamino)

Unidentified Resolute naval officer (Ryloth)

Unidentified Resolute naval officer (of Sullust)

Unidentified Resolute naval officer (Kaliida Nebula)

Unidentified Resolute naval officer (Pre-Kamino)

Unidentified rookie clone trooper

Unidentified Shadow Squadron gunner

Unidentified Shadow Squadron pilot

Unidentified shock trooper 1 (79's)

Unidentified shock trooper 2 (79's)

Unidentified shock trooper 3 (79's)

Unidentified shock trooper 4 (79's)

Unidentified shock trooper 5 (79's)

Unidentified shock trooper (Scipio)

Unidentified shock trooper 2 (Scipio)

Unidentified stealth pilot

Unidentified Theta Squadron captain

Unidentified Theta Squadron clone commando 1

Unidentified Theta Squadron clone commando 2

Unidentified Theta Squadron clone commando 3

Unidentified Theta Squadron clone commando 4

Unidentified Torrent Company trooper (Biitu)

Unidentified Torrent Company trooper (Teth)

Unidentified Torrent Company trooper 2 (Teth)

Unidentified Triton Squad Advanced Recon Commando

Unidentified Triton Squad clone commando lieutenant

Unidentified Triton Squad clone stormtrooper

Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper

Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper 2

Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper 3

Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper 4

Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper 5

Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper 6

Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper 7

Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper 8

Unidentified Triton Squad clone trooper 9

Unidentified V-19 Torrent starfighter pilot

Unidentified Wolfpack clone communications officer (Malastare)

Upsilon 168

Upsilon 733

Upsilon 941

Vaize

Valiant

Vargus

Vaughn

Ven (Kothlis)

Ven (Qiilura)

Vere

Vill

Vin

Voca

Warthog

Wave

Waxer

Whiplash

Wildfire

Wingnut

Wolffe

Wooley

Wrecker

Wrench

X1

X2

Xi 778

Xi 999

Xoni

Xutoo

Yellow Five

Yellow Leader

Yover

Zag

Zak

Zap

Zeer

Zeke

Zeta

Zeta 654

#star wars #long post

[boys-of-the-gar]

hey boys, its nice to see you again!

just wanted to drop by and see how you’re all doing, say hello, say i missed you. its been a bit lonely around here but its comforting to know you’re all safe <3

also, whoever answers this message can you ask commander monnk if he’ll let me braid his hair please and thank you

Don't be silly, dove, you know I make the boys pass along any messages from you. It's a relief, being able to talk to you again - you make these lonely nights bearable, Sir'ika. The others miss your company as well, but I figure they can wait a message or two...or three, or four...

You'd really braid my hair, dove? I can't imagine anything more peaceful. Lying flat on my stomach, you leaned against my back, your deft, expert fingers weaving through my hair...I hope I can return the favor in some way. A massage, maybe? Or something more...intimate?

- Monnk

#thiccumz #transmission for monnk

[silvermoongirl10swfics]

Tango squad (batchmates) - I am still fleshing out the characters of this batch. But this is what I have so far. At the moment, this batch only feature in the Vopak series.

Copy (CT-3151) - is assigned to the 2nd SCUBA Battalion (a name I gave to Kit Fisto and Monnk’s SCUBA battalion). Copy has buzz cut black hair, is clean shaven and has two one inch long blue lines tattoos on the left side of his forehead. When Echo and Fives were on Kamino for ARC training, they overheard Tango squad bullying Copy and stepped in. They made Copy felt more confident about himself. He named himself Copy in honour of Echo, as they had similar tendencies of repeating things, and the tattoo was inspired by Fives’ tattoo representing his name. The two lines are representing his name Copy, while the blue colour is for the 501st blue on Echo and Fives’ armour. After he joined the 2nd SCUBA Battalion, he was assigned to Monnk’s company and felt immediately welcomed by his older brothers. Monnk took him under his wing and despite serving with the company for two years, Copy knew he was always the baby brother, who was needed to be protected. He heard about the Citadel mission and heard about a brother named Echo being killed. Copy hoped and prayed that it was not the Echo he named himself after, but Echo is not a common name in the GAR and he later heard the Echo killed was an ARC. Copy had to face the fact his friend Echo was dead and he grieved the loss of Echo and hoped Fives was able to keep fighting. But part of him always hoped that it wasn’t the Echo he had met. When he arrived on Vopak, he looked up his batchmates and was happy that the four of them had survived the war, but he had no interest in speaking to them. He then noticed Fives and saw him spending time with the injured Echo, maybe the Echo killed wasn’t his friend? But after watching Echo’s speech to the Senators, he knew for definite that his friend was the one captured by the Techno Union. He is happy to see Echo heal and while he knew the Domino twins were deliberately trying to corrupt him. He let it happen. 1) it was fun to spend time with them and 2) the look on Monnk’s face was hilarious (he hoped that there was a holo picture of it somewhere) and he heard about Monnk calling Cody to complain, one time drunk crying during a call, was the funniest thing he had ever heard. Basically Copy is not as innocent as he first appears. He well and truly fits in with the Domino twins.

Avid (CT-1229) - is assigned to the 184th Attack Battalion. Avid has short black hair. He is the leader of the batch and in training he got fed up of Copy repeating orders and talking about interesting information he had learnt. Avid values strength and aggression, and viewed Copy as the opposite of those things and therefore, does not like his batchmate very much. On Kamino, when Echo and Fives were there for ARC training, he was shocked into not picking on Copy anymore. Part of him was jealous that two ARC Troopers stuck up for Copy. The ARCs represented the things Avid valued and they were befriending Copy out of everyone. He was also jealous that Echo inspired Copy to choose his name. But Avid knew he could never pick on Copy again because his batchmate had gained confidence after speaking with the ARCs. (Avid is another word for mad.)

Gloomy (CT-2571) - is assigned to the 184th Attack Battalion. Gloomy is bald with a black beard. Gloomy is Avid’s second in command of the batch. Like Avid, Gloomy did not like how different Copy was to the rest of the batch. But part of him was jealous of Copy’s memory and how the trainers always praised Copy more than the rest of them. He also hated that Echo said Copy had ARC Trooper material, while inferring the rest of Tango squad did not. Part of Gloomy was happy that Copy was assigned to a different battalion, while the rest of Tango stayed together in the 184th. But once he found out Copy asked to be assigned elsewhere, he felt angry and couldn’t figure out why. He was further angered when he found out where Copy had been assigned. Copy went to the 2nd SCUBA Battalion, which was an elite fighting force and had a Jedi Councillor for a High General. Once again Gloomy felt old feelings of anger directed at Copy. Hating that Copy did not fit the image of a strong solider, but was the one who was deemed the best of the batch. (Gloomy is another word for dark.)

Vex (CT-2524) - is assigned to the 184th Attack Battalion. Vex has buzz cut red hair and a black lightening bolt tattoo on the left side of his forehead. Vex hated his red hair on Kamino, knowing he was being watched and graded harsher because he was deemed ‘defective’ because of his hair colour. His batchmates were not very supportive, Avid, Gloomy and Murk basically told him to just work harder and then his red hair would not be noticeable (he buzz cut it as soon as he got to the 184th so his hair colour would be less noticeable). Copy tried to be nice to him, but Vex was grateful that Copy was so different from the rest of the batch because he gained all of the attention that was previously on Vex. He was friendly with Copy, until his anger over his hair and the negative attention it got him, got the better of him and he began to pull away from Copy. Part of him felt guilty, but he had just faded into the background and so never did anything to help Copy or stick up for him. A silent part of him was happy for Copy when he was assigned to the famed 2nd SCUBA and felt guilty for what he had put his batchmate through. Once he arrived on Vopak he sought out the 2nd SCUBA and was relieved to see Copy was still alive. He never approached Copy, knowing he did not deserve forgiveness for his past actions, but was happy Copy had become close to the brothers in the 2nd and that Echo and Fives had found him once again. (Vex is another word for angry.)

Murk (CT-1321) - is assigned to the 184th Attack Battalion. Military regulation black hair and has a scruff beard. During training Murk would sneak into the training rooms after hours and train, wanting to be as good as Copy naturally seemed to be. He disagreed with Avid and Gloomy’s feelings that to be an effective soldier they had to be strong, ruthless and to some extent mean. He had listened to the stories of the 104th, 501st and 212th and knew effective soldiers cared about each other and never tried to tear each other down, not like Avid, Gloomy and Vex. He followed Copy and watched as his batchmate asked General Shaak Ti to be assigned away from the rest of Tango. Murk was happy for his batchmate, and wanted to do the same, but never found the guts. While Avid, Gloomy and Vex were disappointed being assigned to the 184th. Murk felt it was the least they deserved for how they treated Copy during training. They didn’t deserve to be assigned to a famous battalion. Apart from Copy, Murk is the nicest of the batch, and would often keep track of the 2nd SCUBA’s campaigns. On Vopak he found Copy and wanted to speak to him. But seeing him laugh with Monnk’s company and later Echo and Fives, he found he couldn’t do it and felt he didn’t deserve forgiveness for just standing by while the others bullied Copy during training. (Murk is another word for dark.)

#star wars #star wars clone wars #original clone troopers #oc clone trooper copy #oc clone trooper avid #oc clone trooper gloomy #oc clone trooper vex #oc clone trooper murk #tango squad #184th attack battalion #2nd scuba battalion #Vopak au verse

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Kit, to Ahsoka: The ocean chose you for a reason.

Monnk: Sir, if you start singing, I'm going to throw up.

#Kit Fisto #Ahsoka Tano #Commander Monnk #Monnks Company #Monnk's Company #The Vode #Incorrect Star Wars Quotes #Star Wars #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #Star Wars: The Expanded Universe #Star Wars: The Prequel Trilogy #Source: Moana

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A Smooth Sea Never Made a Skilled Sailor

Fandom(s): Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Star Wars (Prequel Trilogy), Star Wars Legends

Rating: T (swearing, injury)

Summery: Plo Koon had hidden a… problem he sustained on Kohrm from the others. Unfortunately, it had to do with his mask. Fortunately, Kit Fisto is there.

AO3

This is for you @nibeul and Tumblr Anon!

Kit Fisto knew things, as surprising as it seemed to some people. He was not stupid, and it still made him roll his eyes sometimes when people were that startled when he exercised his “smarts”.

He had no need to constantly show off his intellect— Vokara Che and Micah Giiett had been the visible geniuses of their Creche group. He, Saldith, and Shaak Ti preferred to not show their full hands… and Qui-Gon had been… Qui-Gon.

So yeah, Kit Fisto wasn’t an idiot. He had been one of the Order’s political liaisons with Adi Gallia before the war and had taken time to study Healing with Vokara under the former Head Healer and former Head Mind-Healer Qin Koh and Nix Mora respectively. He had bothered the Archival Branch of Jedi enough as a child that Madame Jocasta Nu still kept him in her sights just so that he didn’t bother the other staff.

And he was observant. He had become observant.

Kit had known Plo Koon long enough and been close with him long enough that he had taken time to research, memorize, and recognize the signs of oxygen poisoning.

He had known the Kel Dor and rescued too many overly ambitious divers to know that oxygen poisoning in Kel Dor looked eerily similar to what happened with malfunctioning scuba gear.

Kit had been keeping a close eye on the other Master and his partner ever since Ventress had forced an avalanche down on their heads but with all that had gone on with Sharp and also the final battle with Ventress (Commander Wolffe lost his godsdamned eye, that witch).

And it was only once they were safely aboard The Renascence did Kit snap back to attention and return to keeping an eye on Plo.

The Kel Dor didn’t seem to notice that Kit was observing him as he talked to some of the other Clones who had stayed above.

A bit twitchy, but that could just but the remaining adrenaline from a fight.

The same with his fatigue that Kit could pick up that was coming off of him.

But Kit knew better than to just write those points off. Better to be paranoid and it turns out that his partner was just mildly inconvenienced by his age than to be careless and learn that it really was oxygen poisoning.

As Kit removed his goggles that kept his eyes from drying out in the harsh cold, he slowly extended his senses, his tresses twitching, searching for signs of discomfort.

The only problem was that Plo’s arm was also broken, and like himself, the Kel Dor was likely sore from both the avalanche and those worms they used as transport.

He picked up discomfort, but from what?

No, he’d have to watch when Plo decided to move. If he was off-balance, if he was dizzy, then Kit would act.

He knew that the boys were setting up a barrier field and filter to replicate an anti-ox chamber for Plo since The Renaissance didn’t have one— it was Kit’s flagship, after all, one that was equipped for Nautolans but not for Kel Dor— but it would be a while before that was situated.

Well, at least it meant that Kit could get away with fretting over the older Master without Monnk and Flit glaring at him for neglecting his own injuries.

Still, Kit’s eyes flickered back to Plo as the other Jedi finished up his conversation with two of his Sergeants.

A wave of dismissal or farewell followed, and Kit easily slipped out of his jacket as Plo began to leave the command bridge.

Kit followed, and he knew that there was something wrong immediately. Hells, he didn’t even have to wait for Plo to sway or start to use the wall as support.

Because Plo always stopped when he knew Kit was following him, when Shaak Ti was, when Mace, when Eeth, when Saesee, when Commander Wolffe, when Boost, Sinker, Comet, when anyone was following him. Because Plo Koon liked to walk next to them. Liked to have a discussion when walking.

But Plo hadn't even glanced back when Kit followed him through.

And then Plo staggered.

But Kit was at his side almost instantly, catching the smaller Jedi as he pitched sideways. A garbled grunt that sounded somewhere between ‘What?’ and ‘Kit?’ escaped the Kel Dor but Kit ignored it.

“I knew this was bound to happen.”

Kit’s quarters- their quarters, really- weren’t close, but they sure were a hell of a lot closer than the Medbay.

It was probably the fastest that Kit had moved outside of battle in a long time, with Plo half stumbling along next to him and half being carried.

Oxygen breathers could become poisoned by it as well, their bodies could only handle so much of it in their body. Kel Dor could handle remarkably less. Only a tiny fracture of what the sandscorpion on Tatooine could— and they could last for four standard days without it.

But no matter the air that was breathed in, Kit knew one thing was the same for all sentients when it came to Oxygen Poisoning: Oxygen toxicity was only manageable by reducing the exposure to the increased oxygen levels.

Kit set Plo down on the Bunk, murmuring a soft ‘hold on for just a little bit longer' before moving to look for something, anything to ease the Oxygen Poisoning.

He was certain he kept Oxygen absorption patches around because of this— because, while he was incredibly smart and quick-witted, his partner was extremely stupid.

Kit was a Jedi, yes. He knew that Jedi were, in a sense, for the greater good and for citizens and innocents, for the Light Side of the Force, but the lack of self-preservation—!

Granted he couldn’t really speak, but it always made him a bit huffy and worried when Plo came back with various injuries that could have been avoided. Something he knew that also happened in the vice-versa with him.

It took Kit a moment to remember to call the 104th Medic on board, but as soon as he did, he had found the patches.

Plo had already started with a hacking cough by the time Kit made his way back to the Kel Dor, but he didn’t waste any time, propping the other up against his side and carefully inspecting the mask.

There— it was a small crack, enough to blend in with the scratches from the mission, but enough that oxygen had been leaking in since, well, Kit wasn’t sure for how long. But judging by how deep that cough was, it had been a while.

He sealed the crack with a patch, making sure the adhesive was fully sealed and that it covered the entire crack.

Even with the patch, though, what Plo needed was a nebulizer— though at this point, the medicine within one might be enough to soothe the raw pain from coughing and choking. A ventilator would be stronger, but Plo could clearly breathe still. He was just being poisoned slowly and—

Kit shook himself out of his thoughts when Plo jerked a bit, coughing lowly.

“Kit?”

It came out as more of a wheeze if anything, but Kit reached over, taking the Kel Dor’s still gloved hand and squeezing.

“I got you, Plo. Sinker and Ember will be here soon enough, and the boys are setting up a field for you to decompress in… a crack like that won’t keep you down, yeah?”

A wheezing chuckle came from Plo as he shifted, resting his head against Kit’s chest.

“Yes… you are… right…” he murmured, and Kit squeezed his hand again.

It was going to be fine.

Kit was more than he appeared to be, he knew healing to an extent and he had caught it in time. Plo would be okay.

Because Kit wasn’t an idiot and knew what to look for, because Plo was resilient, because Sinker and Ember were on their way.

Plo would be okay.

I knocked this out faster than I thought I would lol

Anyways, from what I gathered, Kit doesn't have a named Flagship so, here's the Renaissance. Aka the peak of artistic beauty— //smacked. Ahem. Anyways.

If you've been following me for a bit, you know that Ember is one of the 104th's medics, the other (head) medic being Ghost. Apparently, Sinker also has medic experience, but I don't remember seeing it in-show. Oh well. Flit showed up briefly in another fic I did and is Kit's battalion medic.

#Penguin Writes: Gift Fics #Penguin Writes: Oneshots #Penguin Writes: Star Wars #Penguinkiwi Writes #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #Star Wars #Star Wars: The Expanded Universe #Star Wars the Prequel Trilogy #Plo Koon #Kit Fisto #PloKit #104th Battalion #Commander Wolffe #Monnk's Company #Medic Flit (PKWSW) #Clone Trooper Sinker #Sergeant Sinker #Medic Ember (PKWSW) #Oxygen Poisoning #Penguinkiwi OCs #Captain Ember (PKWSW)

[intrvso-archived11821]

"That doesn't look like a very comfortable place to sleep." (For Kit)

@regretdestined​ :|| Jet lost the meme ||: Kit

                  Tendrils rested on the upper area of a moss-covered rock. Perhaps this would be strange for someone to seem so at home on, but moss meant moisture. Something that even the amphibious master needed here and there. “Perhaps not, but it may be nice for now.” Moisture would be good for his skin, and the fact that there was some here.. that meant the best bet for him to try and stay here until his skin didn’t feel as dry.

                  A small smile passed his lips, shifting some. “Perhaps not, but I will make due.” There could be stranger things for him to be doing. perhaps stranger places for him to be sleeping. But it’s the best moisturized area he can find for the moment. The better the area looks as far as moisture went.. the better off he would be in that area. For now he would make due with what he had.

                  And there was no telling where they would need to go from here in the dark.. so the best course of action was going to be to get some rest and move on in the morning. For them and the small company of men they both brought, it would give a little more rest than they would have gotten otherwise. Monnk was chatting with a few of Cody’s men, possibly about the shifts.. if it was necessary, Kit wouldn’t mind leaving himself open enough to be able to sleep and tell if there was oncoming danger.

                  The men needed rest same as they did.

#regretdestined #KF :|| Ic #KF :|| Ans

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