#captain howzer x y/n

[happytroopers]

Lessons in Self Defense // Howzer x Reader

Summary: little blurb about how quickly a Captain’s self defense seminar can turn into something else, especially in Ryloth’s afternoon sun.

Warnings: suggestive implications nothing mentioned explicitly, not even pg13, mostly fluff

"Ok, plant your foot- a little wider," Howzer paused to try to hide his grimace when your foot slid out a little too wide, which threw your balance off, "Not that wide, honey."

"Yeah, I gathered that." You snipped backed, cheeks puffing as you blew a piece of your hair out of your face before readjusting your feet. Howzer’s lip quirked up into a smirk at your sass, tapping your ankle with the toe of his boot to make you angle better.

"Better." He breathed, almost instantly dropping into a fighting position. When the captain did it, he looked graceful, powerful… dangerous. Standing across from him, trying to mirror it, you just felt… awkward, "Ok, now try to hit me."

Immediately, you dropped the stance, shaking your head, "Howzer, I’m not hitting you."

"(Y/N), the only way to learn is to practice." He reminded you for what seemed to be the hundredth time, not rising from him stance. Still, you shook your head defiantly.

"I don’t want to hurt you, Howz."

That was what made drop his stance, or at least half way as he laughed out right at you. Your cheeks flushed with heat as he laughed at you, fortunately the blistering Ryloth heat had already given you a permanent blush so he couldn’t outright read your embarrassment.

"I take it back. I’ll hit you now." You muttered as his laughter died down. As frustrated as you were with your lack of talent for fighting, it was nice to hear him laugh so loudly. Seeing your unamused deadpan, he tried to temper his amusement.

"And that’s very kind of you, honey, but I promise, you can’t hurt me." He promised you with a wink.

He seemed at ease here, in a secluded spot behind General Syndulla’s estate. Teaching, or at least attempting to teach you some basic self defense. Though you were fairly sure it was just another reason to sneak off together. His teal painted armor was piled up nearly a couple feet away, leaving him in only his blacks from the waist up. Had it been five degrees hotter, he would have discarded those too. But, you were already distracted enough as it was.

Seeing that you still weren’t crazy over the idea of actually hitting him, he sighed bemusedly, not for the first time wondering how someone like him lucked out with someone like you. This time, he back up a bit and held up both of his palms, as if expecting two high-fives.

"How about this?"

Behind his held up hands, his eyes were soft, hopeful. Howzer had always been hard to say no to. You sighed, dropping back into stance. His grin stretched, "Good girl."

You tried not to let your face betray what affect those words had on you as you held your fists up the way he showed you. Without further deliberation, you struck as he had taught you.

Right, left, right, while keeping whichever hand wasn’t striking close to guard your face.

"Just like that. Do it again, harder." He instructed. As he had said, the solid contact did feel good- made you feel powerful even if Howzer didn’t budge. He grinned at your excited smile.

So, you did it again, hurling your fist harder, and then again. He had wrapped your knuckles earlier, doing it painstakingly slowly with enough suggestive eye contact that you had almost forgot about training, but now you were glad he did. Even with the extra layer, your hands and wrists already ached- a dull throbbing shooting up your bones. But his encouragement kept you going until you were sweating.

When he could tell your hits were getting softer and shakier, he took a step back on purpose. Being so in the zone, you didn’t realize until your fist missed its mark and you had no choice but to follow it’s momentum. Straight into Howzer’s chest.

The captain, of course, caught you easily, twisting you around so your back pressed to his chest. His larger arms were wrapped around your midsection, hips flush to yours as his breathe fanned over your neck, "Now break this hold, just like a showed you."

Unfortunately, he had shown you that move right after taking off his armor. You had been throughly distracted by his blacks instead of paying attention. But you had other ideas- he might be a soldier, but he was also a man.

"What if I don’t want to?" You whispered back, leaning into the hold instead of fighting against it. You felt Howzer stiffen behind you as he processed what you said.

"Oh. Oh."

He cleared his throat, his grip adjusting so it was less tactile and more… fitting for the situation. "In that case, we can move on to…"

In that moment, you seized the opportunity to drop to the ground, breaking away from him before he could register. When you rose from the dusty ground and flashed him a victorious smile, his face went from flushed to unamused understanding.

"That was a dirty move, honey." He scolded you, taking a step forward with a look on his face that you knew all too well. Your victorious smiled turned to a cheeky grin, knowing exactly what the darkening, predatory look in his eyes meant for you. You took a couple of timid steps back, feeling the familiar twist in your stomach as he matched your movement.

"All’s fair in love and war?"

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On a flight reading through old stuff on my notes app, most things are unfinished but I wrapped them up so I could post parts of things at least. Sorry I don’t write fr anymore maybe one day 🫣

#captain howzer x you #captain howzer x reader #tbb howzer #howzer x reader

[your-local-jedi-commander]

Clones X reader y/n incorrect quotes!!! Pt. 4

Aaaan… here we go again… lol I love making these so I will probably post some more later…

Rex: Have you seen my will to live? It has to be somewhere there…

Tup pointing at Y/n: I found it, captain!

Phee: I’m kinda cold…

Tech: here, have my jacket.

Y/n: I’m a bit cold too…

Crosshair: Well damn Y/n, I can’t control the weather!

Y/n whispering: I’m hungry

Howzer: It’s 3am! Try to sleep.

Y/n: But I want pancakes…

Howzer: I’m NOT making you pancakes! *gets up and goes to the kitchen to make pancakes*

Echo: Oh my force, I think I lost Y/n!

Fives: how did you lost her?!? Echo: to be honest she’s pretty small…

Rex, before explaining the strategy: for today, I have brought Y/n, so you will pay attention and stop being on your holopads!

You get an extra now bc I love ya!!!

Y/n’s padawan: …kriff…

Wolffe: who the kriff taught the child the kriff word?!?!?

Y/n: ooohh I have no clue…

I will probably upload those to wattpad later tho…

#lol #star wars #sw #clones #sw tcw #the clone wars #tcw #tbb #clones incorrect quotes #idk #sw incorrect quotes #tbb incorrect quotes #tcw incorrect quotes #y/n incorrect quotes star wars #clones x reader #reader x clones

[flyiingsly]

The Jedi and the Captain

Square : Jedi

Pairing : Howzer x f!jedi!reader

Warnings : Violence, a lot of angst, mention of the Order 66, implied PTSD, reader being strangled, this one is really dark and not fun at all

Wordcount : 3,3K

Summary : After rescuing Howzer and his men from the Empire's ship, you decided to pay them a visit to make sure that they are fine. But when he realizes what you are, the clone Captain suddenly turns into an unexpected menace for you.

A/N : Here is my sixth submission for the @clonexreaderbingo ! Well, I’ve broke my own heart writing this, but I’m happy about how it turned out. Since the beginning I was thinking about giving this fic a sequel, I’ll probably figure it out after submitting all of my CFB’s works. So don’t hesitate to tell me if you’re interested in reading more about what will happen next between these two ! 😊

Disclaimer : I'm still struggling to understand English grammar properly, English is not my native language and even if I have proofread my writtings several times, there is probably still typos in it. I'm very self conscious about it and I apologize for it in advance, but I'm doing my best to do better and I'm actively working at improving my writting skills !

So if you spot a typo, feel free to point it to me so I can correct it, it will be much appreciated :)

After addressing your report about the mission to Rex, you came back to the hangar to check on the men you had just rescued. When you arrived, you could see from afar that Echo and Senator Chuchi were already here, talking to one of them.

She was an old friend of yours who you became close to during the War. You’ve reconnected with her since you had joined Rex’s resistance network with Echo, for she was still sitting at the Senate and sharing the same concern as you about the fate of the clones, and was willing to defend their cause.

The men were sat in a corner, their backs against some containers, talking with Gregor and sharing a comforting cup of caf. They were looking exhausted and distraught. They had probably spent months trapped in a prison cell and the mercy of the Empire, wondering what was going to happen to them. It broke your heart to think about it. You stay here, staring at them for a few seconds before a call pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, (y/n) !” you turn your head at Gregor’s voice, who has get up from the container he was sat on to come to meet you, “Come here, we need to introduce you properly to our guests !”

You headed toward him, and as you get closer, you noticed that the man who the Senator was talking to was a familiar face. You had seen thousands and thousands of clones while fighting among them for the Republic, thousands and thousands of men sharing the same face, but you had always been able to tell them apart. Even without specifics tattoos or marks on their armor, they all had a unique force signature that helped you recognize each one of them. But him, despite his peculiar force signature, was easily identifiable by his haircut and scar on his left cheek.

“Captain, this is (y/n), one of Rex’s most valuable agent ! (y/n), I present to you Captain Howzer !” Gregor exclaims.

“Sir !” you saluted him respectfully, “I’m glad we finally have you and your men here all safe and sound, Sir.”

Of course, he was familiar … You had met him on Ryloth before, on another rescue mission that wasn’t supposed to be a rescue mission in the first place. Things didn’t go as planned this day, as often with the Batch, but neither you nor the other could resigned to let a child alone and frightened, desperately needing her parents back. You made the right choice that day, but unfortunately, your actions were the reason that led Howzer and his men to get arrested and imprisoned by the Empire. You were mostly responsible of their situation, and you knew it.

“Thank you so much for rescuing us” he lets out, looking at both Echo and you, “we owe you our lives, we’ll probably be dead by now if you hadn’t found us …”

Those profounds dark brown pupils were easily recognizable. You recalled coming across them right before you could escape from the Empire's prison. You had your helmet on, so he probably didn’t realize that you were looking at him right in the eyes back then, but still, you were.

It was at that moment that he decided to not stop you from escaping with prisoners. That moment he finally understood that what had been done with the Syndulla family wasn’t right, that it wasn’t what he was supposed to be here and to fight for. It was the very precise moment when he decided to regain his free will and step up against the Empire for the sake of what he used to believe in. His eyes were so clouded and solemn, they seemed to carry so much weight, so much guilt. He must have already understood what was coming for him after that.

You couldn’t help but replay those memories when his gaze met yours again. Except that this time, he could see your face.

“Actually, we already met each other before …” Echo speaks carefully, causing the Captain to look at him with curiosity, “On Ryloth.”

The connection was made pretty quickly in his head.

“Indeed, now that you say it”, he replies thoughtfully, “how could I forget, you were one of those who freed Sham Syndulla …”

You instantly started to feel bad about it, and you could tell that Echo was embarrassed too. Howzer noticed it, for he gave him a kind and reassuring smile.

“I know what you think about, but it’s okay, don’t worry. You had taken the right decision and choose the right path, something I should have done long before too … I was skeptical about the Empire methods for some time to be honest, but crossing your road definitely made me open my eyes … It was some hard times for all of us for sure, but it had to be done …”

He seemed lost in thought for a few moments, taking his time to process the situation. A strange silence fell over the fifth of you. Memories from Ryloth were still washing over your mind, not only from the last time you went there, but from your previous missions on the planet during the Clone Wars as well. Every of your missions with the Batch reminded you of another previous one from back in the days, and you couldn’t help it.

Then, suddenly, you started to feel something strange, some sort of great disturbance in the Force that you couldn’t explain. Something was wrong.

Like if some serious realization had just hit him, his glance landed on you, and he started to insistently staring at you, examining you meticulously. His brows furrowed, and he seemed surprised and confused.

“Wait, you were on Ryloth too, right ? I’ve recognized your armor, and your voice …” his words break the silence as his eyes locked with yours again, but more intensively than before.

“Yes, I was …” you answer hesitantly.

You could feel that something was off with him, something had abruptly changed in the way he was looking at you.

“But you’re not a clone …”

Your entire body began to tense as you could guess what words were coming next. You knew, by the way his eyes were starting to shimmer, that he will soon be coming at a conclusion about what you are. A shiver ran through your spine, his eyes had become darker, and his glare was piercing through you like arrows. He wasn’t himself anymore. You flinched, trying to anticipate his next move, hands ready to defend yourself.

“… I saw what you did earlier, when we were escaping the ship …”

He took a step toward you.

You started to internally panic, you could swear that his body was starting to shake. Echo and Gregor became tensed too, and you caught an expression of incomprehensibility and concern growing on the Senator’s face.  

Everyone around knew that him and his men still had their chips on. You were frightened. Since the incident with Wrecker on Bracca, no other clone had tried to attack you, even when they still had their chips on. You and Rex had started to think that maybe their effects were declining over time, and that maybe they weren’t really functioning anymore.

Rex had managed to come back to the junkyard planet to collect the scanner and surgical instruments from the abandoned medbay, so he’ll be able to free his men and recues from this awful burden, just in case it could still be active in some way. But even before the extraction, none of them had ever been violent or menacing toward you. You used to feel safe around them.

But right now, all you wanted to do was disappear, to step backward, to turn back and run away from that situation that seemed doomed to end badly. But you couldn’t move any of your limbs, you were completely petrified. Your heartbeat accelerated, and your breath became more ragged.

“… I know what you are …” he whispers aggressively.

He took another step toward you, silent. He was now just inches from your face, still looking at you right in the eyes. He was so close, he was so handsome. You had saw that face so many times that you knew every detail of it, but you still found it as attractive as the first encounter. It was like staring at every one of those you had loved, then lost. It was heart wrenching and beautiful at the same time.

“Howser, please, calm down …” you hear Gregor says as calmly as possible, but nervousness was still palpable in his intonation.

“It’s ok, don’t worry, I got this” you cut him with the same calm, trying to keep your own voice from stuttering.

Nobody around seemed able to move neither. Everyone seemed like crushed under the weight of the tension. You saw Gregor’s hand slowly reaching for his blaster at the corner of your eye, and Echo gesturing to the Senator to stay behind him. No, you thought, you didn’t want anyone else to get involved into this, you didn’t want more injuries, more suffering, more panic, you just wanted everyone to be safe in this place, like it had always been.

You wanted to escape, but you were too mesmerized by those eyes, and still tetanized by fear. You had already seen that expression before, that look of pure hate and anger, how could you forget … Flashbacks came back to your mind. Flashbacks from the moment when everything changed, flashbacks of the incomprehension, flashbacks of the terror and despair, flashbacks of the Order.

“You shouldn’t even still be alive, you’re a traitor !”

You felt his breaking point becoming closer as his body prepared to take his final step toward you, and then, in a flash, he was on you, reaching for your neck with both of his hands.

“No !” Echo screams, jumping toward you, while Gregor had grabbed his blaster, pointing it at Howzer.

No, you thought again, no more suffering, no more fight, no more brothers hurting each other, not again. What happened with Wrecker was still vivid in your mind, and you didn’t want to go through that again. It was between you and him now.

You pushed them back and disarmed Gregor with the force, keeping Howzer out of their reach, preventing anyone to get injured. His hands were like ferocious claws around your soft skin, squeezing it with all of his strength.

You didn’t even try to fight him, but placed your hands on both sides of his head, which he didn’t seemed to notice in his rage. You were suffocating, but did your best to remain focused. You always had that special ability to ease people’s minds when they were troubled, to influence and calm their emotions. It was a real gift on battlefields to soothe panicking injured soldiers. You wanted to use it on Wrecker, but you didn’t get the chance to, for he was too strong and impossible to control, you couldn’t get close enough from him. You had no idea if it was going to work, but you had to, at least, try.

You kept your eyes planted in his, energy flowing through the palms of your hands. You were absolutely frightened. You could feel the beating of your heart ringing through your ears. It was so loud you barely heard Echo yelling your name. Your vision started to blur and your limbs started to feel numb, your whole body was feeling weak and fragile.

This is it, you though, this is how it’s going to end, by the hands of one of those you considered as your family, trying to make him regain his mind. You instinctively gasp for oxygen, but it was pointless. You felt lost, and on the edge of fainting, but in a last rush of adrenaline, with a pleading look and what was left of air in your lungs, you managed to find enough strength to breath out a couple of last words.

“Please … You … don’t have to … follow orders anymore … you … are free now …”

To hear your voice again, even barely audible, worked like an electroshock on him. You saw the exact moment when his mind switched back to reality. You caught a flicker in his pupils, the light coming back to scare away the darkness.

You felt his sudden realization of what he had just done, and you heart broke when you noticed the tears slowly forming in his eyes. His grip around your neck slowly loosened up, allowing you to finally take a deep live-saving breath before collapsing on the ground, coughing and shaking, your legs unable to support you anymore.

“What have I done ?  I’m sorry ! I’m so sorry !” he screams, before falling to his knees right in front of you, sobbing uncontrollably.

Without even thinking about it, you were picking yourself up from the cold concrete to get closer to him, pulling him in a tight and comforting embrace, as Echo and Gregor were hurrying toward you, an alarmed expression on their faces.

“(y/n) ! Are you okay ?” the Arc Trooper asks you, in a complete state of panic.

“It’s ok, I’m ok …” you answered, giving him a nod and a reassuring look to let him know that you had the situation under control now. He immediately understood and stopped in his tracks, keeping Gregor from getting closer.

“I’m a monster …” you hear Howzer mutters between his clenched teeth. You felt so bad for him that you could barely retain your own tears anymore.

“Don’t say that, please” you whisper, trying to calm him down as violent shivers were washing over his body, and trying to prevent your voice from breaking, “it’s not your fault.”

He didn’t answered, unable to speak anymore. You were only wearing the bottom of your armor, and he had grabbed your shoulders by sliding his arms under yours, and was holding on to them so firmly that you thought that his fingers were going to pass through the fabric of your blacks.

There was a moment of hesitation when nobody in the hangar was moving or talking, not knowing what to do, stunned by what they had just witnessed. All you could catch was Senator Chuchi leaving the hangar, escorted by Pantoran guards, a devastated expression on her face, and a glimpse of Gregor and Echo’s muffled conversation.

“We need to bring him to the operating room, he needs to have his chip removed as soon as possible, he’s a danger …” Gregor lets out with concern in his voice.

“Can we at least let him a few moment to calm down ? He looks traumatized, he probably has no idea of what had just happened to him, we’ll need to explain it to him, but right now he’s not ready at all.”

A few second of silence passed over them, then the commando finally answered.

“You’re right, we’re gonna bring him to see a medic first, he’ll probably need a few sedatives after that ...”

A lump grew in your throat as you heard their steps coming toward you.

“(y/n) ?”

You raised your head to look at them, Echo’s gaze was heavy on you.

“You need to let him go, we’re gonna take him to the dispensary.”

“I know, just let us a few more seconds, please.”

He nodded, then turned his head toward two clones standing nearby, gesturing to them to come closer.

“Hey”, you whisper to Howzer, pulling him off of you softly so you can see his face. He looked at you with watery eyes and a desperate look, still attached to your shoulders as you settled your hands on his, gently stroking them.

“I know you’re frightened and confused, but you’re gonna be ok, we’re going to help you, I promise. You’re gonna be taken to the medbay, you need to be examinate, the medics will explain to you what had just happened and why it happened. But don’t be afraid, nobody will judge you for that, it wasn’t your fault.”

“I’m so sorry General …” he breathes out with a trembling voice. You could feel that he was starting to calm down as his hands slowly untightened from your shoulders and fell on his lap.

“You don’t have to, Captain, I’m not mad at you, and I don’t blame you for anything, I just want you to feel better, and you will, right ?”

“Right, General, thank you.”

“Let’s go then.”

You get up on your feet, offering him your hand to help him stand up. He took it, but he lost his balance, and you had to catch him to prevent him from falling back on the ground. He seemed exhausted, and soon, one of the men that Echo had previously called took your place to help support him.

“We need to go, Captain, I’ll come with you.” Gregor tells him.

“Yes sir …” he murmurs, before looking back at you, “General, will I … Will I see you again ?”

His voice was low and hesitant, like if he was ashamed of what he was asking, and afraid of the answer, but desperately needed to know at the same time. You weren’t expecting that, and it make your heart skipped a beat.

“Of course, as soon as the medics will allow me to visit you, don’t worry about that.” You answered with a soft smile.

“Thanks General.”

Then the two clones led him out of the hangar, closely followed by Gregor, who gave you another concerned look. You answered with a nod, meaning that you were fine, and keep watching them until they were out of sight. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even noticed Echo getting closer and nearly jumped when his hand settled on your shoulder.

“Sorry, I didn’t meant to scare you, are you okay ? You’re shaking …” he asks worryingly.

It took you a moment to be able to answer, you were still in shock and processing what had just happened. You absent mindlessly bring your hand to your throat, rubbing it to get rid of the persistent feeling of being strangled, eyes still riveted on the hangar door.

“Yeah, I think that I am, I’m just … I’m just worried about him … It’s the first time that this kind of thing happen since we’ve started the rescues. I was so sure that the effects of the chips had faded, I wasn’t expecting … That.”

“I know, none of us really were, I think … But don’t worry, he’ll be fine once his chip will be gone. He’s going to have a hard time accepting what he did, but I’m sure you’ll find the right words to help him. But for now you need to rest, our last mission was difficult and you need to take some time to recover, don’t you think ?”

You finally looked at him, meeting his gaze. He was sincerely worried about you, and you knew that the said last mission had exhausted him as much as you.

“Yeah, you’re right, and I think that you need some rest too.”

“I can’t deny it … I think that we both deserve a good nap now.” he chuckles.

You smiled at him, you were so glad to have him around in these hard times.

“We do, but I’ll take a shower first !”

As you were both heading toward your quarters, you couldn’t help but keep thinking about the desperate look Howzer gave you while being carried away, and you promised to yourself that you’ll be by his side when he’ll woke up from his surgery.

#cfb2023 #vi writing #howzer x reader #captain howzer #the bad batch #tbb howzer #howzer #the bad batch x reader

[knightprincess]

Forgive Me (Echo x Medic Reader) Part 24

Words: 1.7K Warning: None Pronouns: She/Her - Use of Y/N

Setting up a new secluded and hidden base after the attack on Teth was anything but easy. The new direction had forced all other priorities to be put on the back burner. The Senators slowly coming together would be fine under the watchful eye of Riyo Chuchi; the same couldn't be said for (Y/N), whose extract was long overdue. Despite the best efforts of Echo and Gregor to focus on getting her and Wolffe out, something else that needed their immediate attention popped up. Something always prevented the pair from seriously sitting down to plan the finer details. 

"Umm! That's not good," worded Gregor, the weight of the latest intel crashing down on him. Quickly, he scribbled down what the contact within the Empire was telling him on a piece of flimsi. Wolffe had been compromised and sent to Tantis to be questioned and interrogated. If (Y/N) had been in danger before, then she would be in dire straights now, even more so if Hemlock was as smart as Crosshair had claimed. 

"What's up?" asked Rex, appearing behind Gregor and creeping along through the shadows of their latest base. No matter how hard the Commando tried, he found it difficult to hide the concern swimming through his golden eyes, even more so when his gaze landed on Howzer and Echo. "How bad is it?" sighed the former Captain, wiping a hand down his features before pinching the bridge of his nose and mentally preparing himself for the terrible news he was about to be hit with. 

"Our contact confirmed Wolffe has been compromised," spoke Gregor, trying his hardest to keep his voice even despite the urge to scream out in frustration, despite wanting nothing more than to charge into Tantis and pull both (Y/N) and Wolffe from the fingers of the empire. "He was sent to Tantis for interrogation days ago." 

"And Snap?" questioned Rex, suspecting Wolffe being arrested was just scratching the surface of the bad news to come. Briefly, the great captain turned to where Echo slouched over a makeshift table, a bowl of soup and datapad before him. Howzer was close by, trying to set up the communication table; every now and again, he'd swear about something not going right and wish Nemec and Fireball were there to help. 

"Our source says (Y/N) was taken into custody, and the Dark Trooper project has been put on hold until an internal investigation is complete. They mentioned something about CX-2 but couldn't make it out," replied Gregor, his words whispered now as if he attempted to hide the truth from Echo and save him the crushing guilt and regret for not getting (Y/N) out sooner. "On other news, though, Devika is back within the senate; I hear she's quite the sneaky one," he laughed, attempting to lighten the mood, as he handed over a piece of flimsi with scribbled notes on it. "Message from Devika, all the senators that may pose a future risk against anyone who speaks out against the empire." 

"Call Hunter and the boys," replied Rex, patting Gregor on the shoulder as if to convey silent comfort before walking away with the scribbled list. The idea was clear enough; the batch was intending to get to Tantis to rescue Omega, no matter the cost of doing so. The four there would be targeting the facility soon enough; it was better to work with each other rather than get in the other's way. They had a common goal, and working together would get them there faster. 

With a heavy sigh, Gregor got to work on sending a quiet message to the boys of the Bad Batch, or at least what remained of them. He understood his goal loud and clear: keep Echo in the dark for now until they could be sure about Snap's position. Despite the urge to go into Tantis guns blazing, they didn't know for sure if the news of Snap was true or an elaborate trap designed to pull in rogue clones who'd attempt a rescue. 

"Echo," called Rex, setting himself up to deliver the bad news. Upon gaining the Arc Troopers' attention, the captain gestured him to follow to the quiet corner shrouded in shadow not too far from their position. Already, Rex dreaded the response, dreaded giving the news of uncertainty. "Intel suggests Snap may have been compromised. She's being detained at Tantis," the captain said slowly, feeling the dread build in his stomach and his confidence begin to dwindle. The horror etching itself on Echo's features did little in the way of comfort. Instead only brought more guilt. 

"Message sent to the boys," called Gregor upon realizing nobody was being kept in the dark this time. "Apparently, they already have a way to find Tantis. They broke some Imp out of a labor camp." 

"Cause that doesn't sound suspicious in the slightest," replied Howzer, suspecting it was all a trap. This was even more so when the Empire wasn't known for its willingness to spare those who failed them. Execution was normally the preferred method. "Who is this imperial anyway?" asked the hero of Ryloth, allowing curiosity to get the better of him, if only for a second before he pushed it aside to return his attention to more pressing matters. 

"Admiral Rampart," said Gregor, seeing the harsh disappointment paint on Echo's features. He then rolled his eyes as he figured out which of Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker was responsible for breaking the untrustworthy weasel out of prison if it was the admiral who had mercilessly destroyed Kamino. 

"I'll go to them," Echo said, reaching for his helmet. He knew the boys of the batch were going to do something crazy again, and this time, they were willing to risk it all to get Omega back. "Whatever they're planning, they're not going to wait. I'll signal if we need backup." 

"We'll have everything ready for your return," called Gregor, raising his voice so Echo could hear him as he left for the makeshift hanger bay. The Commando refused to think negatively thrust forced himself to believe Echo would return, and among all their missing brothers, Wolffe and (Y/N). 

"Any idea who the Shadow on our trail is?" asked Rex, turning his attention to Howzer at the makeshift table. At first, they believed it was the one marked CX-2, but they soon figured otherwise. Whereas CX-2 seemed to have a personal vendetta against the members of the Bad Batch, CX-3 seemed to have it out for all of them, as if he knew each of them. 

"My first thought was Fox, but intel suggests this mysterious Sith apprentice killed him months ago," started Howzer, a wave of sadness washing over him, another brother lost at the hands of the empire. Destined to be forgotten as those who perished during the war were. "After a bit of digging, I found Bly was within the imperial ranks until about three months ago, and Cody's been listed as Awol for almost seven months." 

"What about Scorch and Sev?" questioned Gregor, knowing his fellow Commandos were likely still within the ranks of the Empire. They were loyal but never truly believed in the republic. "Could one or both of them be these Shadows?" he added, allowing another sigh to pass his lips. Deep down, he knew there were only two ways of finding out who the operatives were. Either by capturing and removing their helmets or getting intel from the person who'd created them. (Y/N). 

"Remind me to shoot whoever created these guys," commented Howzer, quickly noticing when the air seemed to have been sucked from the room and how it had fallen into a deathly silence. 

"Snap created them. It's why there was such a high bounty on her," answered Rex, hearing Gregor begin to chuckle from across the darkened room. 

"That's why they're so effective," laughed Gregor. "These X troopers only started popping up after we sent her in. They're a part of the Dark Trooper program the Empire wanted her for." 

"They're protecting her?" asked Howzer, confusion evident in his voice. Was that why none of them answered when asked questions? Was that why none of them said anything when asked who they were and who turned them into the operatives? 

"Snap created them. The odds are she knows how to reverse it," added Gregor, choosing to think on the bright side and have faith in his friend. He doubted Snap would have tortured all the clones and turned them into empire loyalists and assassins without a way to reverse what she'd been forced to do. Even more so when so many knew she would do anything to protect them, even at the cost of her own well-being. 

"Note to self: Don't shoot her. I'd rather not be the recipient of Echo's wrath," noted Howzer. As he allowed himself to think, he suspected it would be more than just Echo he'd be dealing with. Wolffe and Gregor, too, perhaps Rex as well. 

"It's better than being on the receiving end of his disappointed look," voiced Gregor, recalling the last time he'd personally been on the receiving end of the expression of irreparable shame. The Arc Trooper had mastered the art better than anyone else he knew. "I still haven't forgotten when he threw it at me, when I helped (Y/N) prepare for her mission." 

"Howzer, make a list of everyone who could potentially be a Shadow. We'll get (Y/N) to confirm once she's back," commanded Rex, choosing to focus on what they could do rather than dwell on everything that could possibly go wrong. From losing more brothers to the impromptu rescue mission going horribly wrong. 

"I'll work on getting communications up and prepare the packs in case we're called for backup," spoke Gregor as he stepped toward the communications table, kicking some of the thick wires from his path. "Snap, Wolffe, Echo, The Batch, and all our brothers out there need us. Let's not let them down when the time comes," added the commando, refusing to allow the doubt to creep into his mind. The empire had already taken so much from clones; he wasn't about to let them take away those his brothers loved, too. 

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Captain Howzer X Fem! Reader FanFic

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Chapter Five

Swirls of faint light dance in the vast darkness of your mind. Whispers fill your ears as you try to listen and make out what they’re saying. Their colors differ, although you can assume what they mean. Blue and green are the jedi that are still pure, grey are those that walk the line between the light and dark, and red are sith and fallen jedi. Some are flickering, indicating that they might be faltering in their ways.

There are four lights that stand out to you; two red, one blue, and one grey. Anakin, Tayah, Obi Wan, and Ahsoka. They travel different paths, and none of them lead to each other. Part of you wants to find each of them, but you know that you have more important matters at hand.

One matter is how to get off of Ryloth. Nothing has been working out for you, and your hope is starting to wane. Although, you keep your morale up when Howzer is around, as you don’t want to worry him. 

Another matter is how to keep the two of you hidden once you’re off the planet. Dohbar likely will be a safe place for the two of you to stay, but you haven’t raised that question to Howzer yet. Plus, you haven’t been a ‘thing’ for long. You don’t even know what you really are. That’s a third matter, figuring out where you stand and what, if anything, is your label.

The fourth matter is Howzer’s aging. You want him to be able to live as long as he’d like, even though you’re not quite sure how long that is. A Kaminoan scientist had been working on Dohbar to come up with a sort of treatment to slow down the aging process for your battalion, but seeing as they were lost to the Empire, they no longer require it.

All this, plus little worries, have now replaced the lights of force users as stars in your mind. The big problems glow the brightest while the smaller ones twinkle softly. You let out a soft sigh in your meditation, blowing away all the issues and focusing on one.

A hand caresses your cheek and you open your eyes slightly before closing them again and leaning into Howzer’s touch. His breath is warm on your nose as he places a gentle kiss there, then one on each cheek, making you giggle. You open your eyes to playfully pout, causing him to chuckle in response. “I know you were busy meditating,” he says, placing a kiss on your forehead now, “but we should get going to the city before it’s too late.”

“About that…” you say, letting your fingers intertwine with his as he sits next to you, “I was thinking we could stay in the hotel tonight. I miss having an actual mattress instead of sleeping on stone. Plus, we’re already going there, so might as well make the most of it.”

“We could do that,” he agrees, “but I still think we should head out soon.”

“Why? You got a hot date or something?” you tease, nudging him in the side.

“Yes, the one by my side,” he replies with a smirk, “but also something else. I’m expecting a comm, that’s why I want to go to the hotel. I was able to use an old comm channel last time I was scouting. I reached an old friend of mine and we decided to do another transmission because I asked him to find some stuff out for me. He said he and some others might be able to help us get off of Ryloth, and soon!” he says, excitement building in his smile, “Just think, y/n, we can leave and never have to take another step into sand again! Wouldn’t that be great?” His smile is wide and expectant, but you don’t feel the same way as him. A silence fills the space between you as you sit and process his words. Your grip is tight on his hand, and concern starts to flood Howzer. “Y/n? Is everything alright?”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath before finally responding. “I know you’re trying to help,” you say slowly, “but using comms…it’s dangerous, Howzer. Especially if you use channels that the Empire might be able to listen in on.”

“There’s no way they could have, it’s an old channel that only clones ever used.”

“And how many clones have security based jobs for the Empire?” you counter, “someone could have heard you.”

“Well, my friend made sure-”

“Howzer, I’m not trying to argue with you,” you say, cutting him off, “but…I don’t want either of us to have gotten so far, gotten so close to freedom, and then have everything stripped from us again. The risk is far greater than the possible reward. What if it was a trick? What if the Empire somehow, I don’t know, copied your friend’s voice and way of speaking? What if they track us down? What if people get in trouble for allowing you to go free? I just can’t see a way in which no one gets hurt from this.”

Howzer shifts to kneel in front of you, reaching up and cupping your face with both hands. “I promise everything will be alright, y/n,” he says, “we can get off this planet and join the rebellion, fight for everyone’s freedom.”

“Join the rebellion…” you echo, and you have to swallow hard as you look away. “I…I can’t do that, Howzer. Not yet, at least. There’s something else that I’m responsible for, something closer to me.”

“Oh,” he says, pursing his lips, “I uh, I get it.”

“I’m not saying that I’ll never join,” you reassure him, “just that I have something else first. I failed someone, and I have this urge to try and meet them again, to see if I can help in some way.”

“Would you want some help?” he offers, but you shake your head.

“This is something I have to do alone. I guess you can call it a master and apprentice situation.”

“You had an apprentice?” Howzer asks, and you nod.

“Briefly. For a year in the middle of the war. But, things went wrong.” You don’t want to speak more on it, so you stand and pull him up with you. “Come on,” you say, “don’t wanna miss your comm date.”

“It’s far from a date,” he chuckles, following you out of the hideout, “it’s with a brother of mine.”

“I thought you said it was a friend?”

“Friend, brother, fellow clone trooper, it’s all the same to me,” he shrugs before climbing onto his speeder. Once his helmet is on, the two of you start your engines and race to the far town.

“So, who exactly is this friend-brother of yours?” you ask as you wait for him to get the comm set up. 

“His name is Echo,” Howzer replies as he begins to set up his transceiver. You stand off to the side, helmet in your hands as you wait for him to tell you it’s connected. “He was in the 501st under General Skywalker.” You stiffen then, heart lurching at the name. “Then he joined the group of clones called the Bad Batch, or Clone Force 99. He left them to join Captain Rex, also of the 501st, and help liberate other clones.”

“I know Rex,” you say, “and I knew Echo too. Although I never got to see him after he was rescued. I heard about what happened to him though. Are we sure he’s trustworthy? The Techno Union could have put some…programming into him. Can we really be sure-”

“If I wasn’t sure that he is trustworthy, I wouldn’t have let you be here,” Howzer says, looking up at you. “I would have told you it was too dangerous if I wasn’t sure. Same with Rex.”

You let out a sigh before nodding. Howzer finishes pressing a few buttons then nods at you. You slip your helmet on and watch as he puts his on as well. “This is Repeat and King reporting to Howler.”

“Howler here,” Howzer responded, and you instantly figure out the code names they are using. Smart, you think to yourself, but is it smart enough?

“Is Wizard with you?” Rex, that has to be him. The hopeful tone in his voice is all too familiar to you. And the way he says wizard, as if he’s remembering his own former general.

“Wizard is in the area.” Howzer’s vague confirmation of your presence sticks out to you. Just this small detail can be very confusing. If someone is listening in, they won’t know if you’re inside or outside, unless they have some sort of tracking technology.

“Good. Our information about exports is no longer confidential. We are contacting you to give a report.”

“We are prepared to hear the report.” Well, that just confirmed where I am.

“There is a cargo shuttle scheduled to pick up exports in city three at 0800 on Taungsday.” In three days time, there will be a ship coming to city three at 0800. But what is city three? “The ship will depart with exports at 0900, and no later.”

“What are the items that are being exported?”

“Local products, as well as a few foreign products that had been mistakenly imported a while back.” I guess we’re the mistaken foreign products.

“Alright, thank you for the information, Repeat and King.” Repeat must be Echo, while King is Rex. “Wizard and I will be ready to help load the exports onto the shuttle by 0900. We unfortunately have not been able to secure guards to make sure things go smoothly.”

“I’m sure there won’t be any interference,” Rex says, and hearing his voice again reminds you of the good old days. “We must go now. We will contact you if we receive any more information on the exports.”

“Thank you,” Howzer says before the transmission ends. You move from your spot and take your helmet off, sitting next to Howzer as he rests on the edge of the bed. “Three days,” he says, “until we’re finally off of this planet.”

“Hopefully,” you agree, leaning over and resting your head on his shoulder.

“We could just stay here until then. This is city three,” he suggests, but you shake your head.

“There are things I need to go get,” you reply. “Things I can’t leave without.”

“Could you bring them back here?”

“Too dangerous. It’s best if I get them and then stay back at the hideout until Taungsday.” Howzer nods, and you get up and stretch. “You know, I think I’m going to take a shower. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to use a proper sanisteam.”

“That does sound like a good idea,” Howzer agrees, and you turn to see the slightest smirk on his face, which gives you an idea.

“I’m taking one first, but you can have a little nap in the bed while you wait. Just don’t go on my side, I want the left.”

Howzer’s smirk drops and he purses his lips, which confirms your suspicions on his idea. “Actually, I was thinking,” he starts, “it might be a little wasteful for us both to take separate showers.”

“I was just going to take a quick one,” you reply, “maybe ten minutes at the most.”

“But that’s still ten minutes of water we could be sharing,” he counters. 

You feel a giggle slip from you and you shake your head. “Now now, Howzer, you should never try and convince someone to let you shower with them.”

“Wha-no!” he says, panic settling on his features, “that’s not what- I’m sorry-”

You walk over to him and grin, taking his face in your hands before pressing your lips to his. “I was joking,” you say as you pull apart, “I guess it was kind of a rude joke.”

“Yes, it was,” he says while playfully pouting. “I know how you can make up for it.”

You raise an eyebrow and step back, folding your arms while smirking at him. “Oh really? And how is that?” 

A grin spread over his face and he stood up from the bed, playfully grabbing your hand and starting to pull you towards the refresher. You stop, however, which causes Howzer to look back at you. “Are you…sure we should?” you ask, meeting his confused expression.

“Well, if you really don’t want it, we don’t have to. But I don’t see any problem with it.”

You sigh, taking a step forward and raising your hands to look at how they’re clasped together. “We’re getting off of Ryloth soon,” you start, “we’ll be free of this endless hiding. Well, I will. You’re going to go off and join the rebellion. Save your brothers who are still trapped in the Empire. We won’t be together anymore.”

Howzer’s eyes drop to your hands as well, and he squeezes slightly before pulling them to his chest. “You’ll always be here with me,” he says, pressing your hand over his heart, “even when you’re not standing by my side.” You lean forward and rest your forehead against his, letting a small sigh escape as you move. “But if you think this might be too big of a step, I understand.”

“Maybe…maybe when we finally leave.”

“Alright, mesh’la,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Enjoy your shower.” He steps back and smiles gently at you as you walk into the refresher. After you close the door, you hear the bed creak as he lays back down. Part of you feels bad for denying him, but another part of you thinks that going so far might be a mistake. Will you guys even still talk after you leave this planet? Are your promises just there to be broken?

You end up taking longer in the sanisteam than intended. Your mind wanders and distracts you, as well as the water. The warm liquid soothes your body, and you revel in the feeling you’ve been deprived of for so long. A soft knock on the door followed by your name is what pulls you back to reality. You turn the water off quickly and step out, looking around for a towel. “Uh, Howzer?”

“Are you okay in there? You’ve been taking a while,” he replies.

“Yeah yeah, I’m fine,” you reply, taking another look around the room, “but uh…I forgot to bring in a towel.”

“Oh,” he says, “I’ll grab you one.” A few moments pass and there’s another knock on the door. “I have one.”

“Thank you,” you say, opening the door a crack and sticking your arm out. You wait for a few more moments to let him hand it to you, but nothing comes, other than a few chuckles. “Howzer?” you ask, sticking your head out, “can I have the towel?”

“Of course,” he replies with a grin, “it’s right there.” You look down to where he’s pointing, and the towel is just barely out of your reach.

You look back up at him with a raised brow, and his cheeky grin only widens. “You know I can just use the force, right?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs, “but you wouldn’t ruin my fun, would you?”

“You wanna bet?” you ask, and he gives a fake pout, making you sigh with a small smile. “Alright, what do you want?”

“Kisses and cuddles,” he instantly responds. 

“That’s all?”

“Well, if you insist on more-”

“No, no no,” you cut in, “that is enough. Now can you please hand me my towel?”

“Anything for you,” he says, walking over and picking it up before taking another step and kneeling down. He raises the towel above his head with both arms and bows slightly, saying, “my lady.” You roll your eyes and snatch the towel whacking him on the head briefly before closing the door and drying off. You then redress and step out to find him back on the bed.

“I’m not cuddling you until after you shower,” you say with your hands on your hips. “Since I just got myself cleaned.”

“Ugh fine,” he says, dramatically slipping off the bed and falling onto the floor. 

You walk over to where he is, grinning like a kowakian monkey. “You’re acting very…childish today,” you say, looking down at him, “is there something you’re happy about?”

He looks up at you with genuine confusion before standing up. “We’re about to get off of this rock,” he says, “of course I’m excited.” You look down again as your mind goes back to your inevitable separation. “Mesh’la,” Howzer says softly, reaching his hand out and gently lifting your face to look up at him, “it’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.” 

You close your eyes again and take a deep breath, leaning back to look up at his messy curls. Your hand reaches up to run through them, and Howzer’s eyes flutter softly as he melts into the feeling. “I’ll let you go take a shower now,” you say quietly, moving your eyes to meet his beautiful dark brown ones. He nods, and you lean in to gently kiss him. His hands go to your waist and he holds you close, pulling you into a hug after you break from the kiss. You think about letting those three words fall out, but decide it isn’t a good time. So instead, you let your intrusive thoughts win. “You stink.”

Howzer immediately pulls back, giving you a look of fake offense. “How dare you,” he says, “and here I thought we had something special.”

“That smell is special,” you snicker, and he sticks his tongue out at you playfully, causing you to giggle. “Don’t forget your towel,” you say, throwing it at the back of his head as he walks to the bathroom. 

“Oh, you’re not going to tease me like I did to you,” he chuckles, and you pull the towel back with the force.

“I can if you want, or,” you say, grabbing your wet one and twisting it up, “I can be a lot more mean.” An evil grin covers your face, and a look of fear covers his as you run towards him. He lets out a yelp before slamming the door shut, and you laugh maniacally from outside. “I still have your towel!” you say while standing outside the door. 

“I’ll be fine without it!” he responds before turning on the sanisteam.

“Well it’s outside the door if you want it,” you say, crawling onto the bed before slipping under the covers. It’s been a long time since you’ve been this comfortable, and before you know it, you’re falling into a deep sleep. You barely notice when Howzer crawls in next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist as his nose buries into the back of your neck. 

You and him have never actually shared a bed before, not even just to cuddle. But it feels so natural when you wake up that you swear you’ve done it a million times. You don’t think about it for too long, though, as the coziness and warmth from Howzer pull you right back into sleep. Besides, you have a couple more days until your escape. You can spend the time cuddling with him, nothing will go wrong.

Right?

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[rainydaydream-gal18]

(The Bad Batch) Captain Howzer x Reader: Our Little Secret

(Author’s Note:  I STILL LOVE THE BAD BATCH, okay.  I’m sorry, I just have all these feelings for a captain we just met, so I needed an outlet.   Alrighty then, here we are.

Warnings: some kissy kissy

Word Count: 800)

   “As always, it has been a pleasure, Captain.”  You met his gaze, teeth grazing your own lip to bite back a smile as he looked your way.  Though his expression remained cool, professional, his eyes betrayed the affection he kept beneath the surface.

   “The pleasure is all mine, ma’am,” Howzer replied with a respectful nod.

   Your gazes lingered for just a fraction of a second before you nodded in return and excused yourself from the meeting room.

   General Syndulla and the other fighters would not have noticed.  They were still discussing the topic of the meeting, hoping to talk through some unanswered questions about this new Empire before some of its officials arrived.  It had everyone on edge.  There was restlessness among the people of Ryloth.  You had spent some time there and fought alongside the twi-leks during the Clone Wars, but with the arrival of more Imperial troops, it was uncertain whether you’d be permitted to remain.  You had been, after all, suspicious of what happened to the jedi.

   Extremely suspicious, actually.  You’d heard all sorts of strange rumors.

   It wasn’t until you were farther down the hall that you heard familiar footsteps gaining behind you.  You didn’t even have to glance over your shoulder for your pulse to race.  Still, you paused in front of a door to casually look down the hall to ensure there was no one else to see you slip into the supply closet.  At least, no one else except for one man in particular.

   Howzer caught your gaze as he walked, head high and posture straight.  To anyone passing by, there would be no indication of anything that was about to occur.  For some reason, that was thrilling in its own way.

   After you entered the supply closet, you waited for nearly a minute before the door slid open and Howzer stepped inside.  His gaze met yours again as the door shut behind him, and without taking his eyes off you, he stepped forward.  In the dim lighting of the closet, you were enveloped in his embrace, a hum of appreciation escaping your lips as you returned it.

   “I missed you,” you murmured against his cheek.  His scent was so soothing, so comforting, as you buried your face in his neck as best you could around his armor.

   He chuckled a little.  “We just saw each other.”

   “That was a meeting.”  You sighed blissfully as his arms tightened around you.  “Doesn’t count.”

   Howzer pulled away slightly to look at you.  You lifted a hand to trace along the scar near his jaw, and he let his eyes flutter shut at the contact.  He was a straight-laced man who was dedicated to his cause and rarely ever let his walls down beyond professional capacity.  And yet, he did around you.  The fact left you breathless at times.  You trailed your fingers up to touch the mane above his forehead before letting your hand run over his head to the cropped hair in the back.

   “Still taking some getting used to?” he asked.  His hand followed yours to the short length in the back, fingers brushing over the spot.

   “I like it.”  The cut was relatively new as he had just gotten it done after the end of the war.  You would love him no matter what, but you were pleased that after the initial surprise that you really did like it.  “Very handsome.” you smiled.  “It suits you.”

   “I’m glad you think so,” he said, voice lower.  He leaned in then, lips seeking yours for attention.  You considered placing a few teasing kisses along his cheek, but he wasn’t having any of that.  He grunted as he intercepted, lips capturing yours before they hit their mark.  The action made you smile into the kiss.

   Howzer pulled back to shake his head slightly in playful disapproval.  There was a tiny smirk on his face.  “You know better.”  A giggle spilled from you before he quieted you with his lips.  Both of you were able to spare the time for a few more kisses before you would have to go your separate ways for a little while.  They were slow, filled with love and longing.  Your heart fluttered each time like it was the first kiss.

   “I’ll see you,” you whispered finally.

   “Mm.”  He held your face in his hands as he planted one more kiss on your forehead.  “See you.”  Howzer released you, albeit a little reluctantly, and checked the door.  He seemed to go back into soldier mode, brows furrowing as he made sure no one was in the hall.  He stole a glance over his shoulder.  “I’ll go first.”

   “Alright, I’ll go after a minute or two.”

   He nodded and headed out, and you tried to steady your breathing as you waited for your turn to exit the supply room.

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[melissa-kenobi]

Danger [Captain Howzer x Twi'lek Reader]

A/N: yes I have neglected my husbands Rex and Wolffe for this man and I am not sorry. I swear if he dies in the next episode I will wreak havoc upon y'all, sorry not sorry. Also I found the gif on the Internet, I don't know who it belongs to so I can't credit it, pls lemme know if it belong to you!! Anyways here's some spicey fluff with Howzer.

Summary: Captain Howzer finds you and Hera spying on the Empire.

Word Count:

"Hera." Captain Howzer sighs deeply before his eyes fall onto the woman stood besides the young girl. "Y/N. I should have known this was your idea."

"It wasn't her idea!" Hera quickly jumped in, defending you from the wrath of the Captain. Spying on the Empire was not something you wanted to be caught doing. And most definitely not with a Hera, whom you treated as the younger sister you never had.

"It's fine Hera." Your spoke, your accent heavy as you sent a small wink her way before turning to face the Captain. My, was he a sight to behold, sure you had your fun with other men and women. But Captain Howzer was a looker. Those piercing eyes, and that little smirk on his face could have fooled you if you didn't know him so well.

The clone Captain was a big softy under his armour, although he would never admit it, he had a soft spot for Hera. And for you so it would seem.

"Sergeant, could you escort Hera back to the Syndulla mansion? Inform Cham that I will be have a serious talk about Hera's escapades." Howzer spoke, eyeing Hera's shocked face, before she looked at you.

"What are you doing with her?" The sergeant asked.

Howzer sent a small glance your way, looking at Hera before answering the sergeant. "I'll deal with her. You're dismissed."

"Yes sir."

After the clones had taken off with Hera, Howzer had made his way towards you, grabbing your arm rather roughly. "Captain!"

Ignoring your plea for help, he dragged you into a cave, hidden away from any lingering creatures or people. "You need to stop this."

"My, my Captain. Who'd thought? You? Worried for my safety?" You winked, running a hand up his wrist. "You're the sol-"

"Stop. This is serious." Howzer stopped your movements, grabbing both your wrists as he held them softly. "Please, Y/N, you need to be careful. If I hadn't found you then I don't know what could have happened."

Sighing sadly, you gave him a small smile. "I know Howzer. I-i just, we feel so helpless. I hate being kept here, like a prisoner in my own planet. Ryloth was never like this, it shouldn't be, we should be allowed to be free, to have the freedom and independence that we deserve."

"I won't stop Howzer. I can't stop. All I've ever known since I was a little girl is war. The time for this ends now, Hera, all the little girls and boys deserve peace, a chance at a better life. Not to fight for a country that may not even ever belong to them."

Your words had hit deep in Howzer, the fact that he was a clone, bred to fight in this war. For the Republic. But now that both the Republic and Separatists were gone, what were the clones fighting for?

Definitely not the Empire. But the question that lay in Howzer's mind was, what was he fighting for?

For himself? Or for you?

"I know you won't stop and I can't force you to." Howzer sighed, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks in grip. "But I can't stand by and let you put yourself in danger, not when I can do something about it."

"Howzer, that's no- you do the exact same thing and you don't think I worry about you everyday?"

"I know you do. That's why I'm going to help you." Howzer placed his forehead on yours. "I can't stand by and watch innocent citizens forced to live like this in their own planet. I won't let them."

Smiling largely, you pulled back only to press your lips to his as he responded eagerly. Lips merged with another as the two of your pressed your emotions of love through the kiss before needing to pull back to take a breath.

"Thank you my love." Slipping a kiss on his cheek, making the captain blush. "I promise, you will get your freedom too. Whether that be besides me or elsewhere, I promise."

"I'll always be beside you mesh'la." Howzer replied, placing his hands behind your head as he tugged lightly on your lekku, making you moan in response.

"Wait- we can't. Not here." You giggled. "Cham will wonder where we are. Also, I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be punishing me..."

Winking at the Captain who let out a small growl, squeezing your bottom. "Oh you'll get your punishment alright, just you wait till after I'm done with Cham."

"Sir yes sir."

***

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[whirlybirbs]

GIVE US HOWZER? ANYTHING? PLEASE?

PROMISED      ;     captain howzer / reader

summary: and that was the moment hera realized you and the captain are definitely more than co-workers.

pairing: captain howzer / twi'lek!reader

a/n: this is most hera-centric but god i love her. here's some tender howzer content because we all know he loves strong women. referenced this ryl dictionary for some little bits and pieces! also, this beautiful gif is by @e-zra, from this gifset of howzer.

Moments of peace were rare nowadays.

Hera Syndulla seemed to see to it that they were even rarer.

"Hera..."

Your uttered complaint does little to satiate the young girl — that, you suppose, is Chem's side of her soul. Though her mother, Eleni, held a dash of mischief in her own heart, you'd come to realize that most of Hera's quirks were born from her father's influence.

She was headstrong; and when she wanted something, she got it.

Like now, when she's dragging you from the celebratory dinner, excusing you both. It wasn't as if you had any stake in staying. After all, Howzer had excused himself from the meal before it even began. Something about a debrief.

All the time to celebrate when the war is won, General.

Hera's hand is tight around your own as she drags you away from your more... political duties — and you're almost thankful.

Almost.

"Where are we going, lia’ry," the fond Ryl nickname for the girl rolls off your tongue as your lekku swat in irritation, "You're going to rip my arm off—"

"You have to show me," she babbles, out of breath as she drags you down the newly reclaimed corridors of the palace, "You promised—"

"Not during dinner—"

Hera suddenly stops dead in her tracks; a look of pure irritation sweeps across her face as she prods you in the stomach. Her own lekku have gone rigid, lips pulled into a pout.

"You've been gone for weeks, Alema!" she nearly shouts, looking as if she's about to be five again and stomp her feet.

You tsk, bending down. "Hera, you know I had no choice."

You didn't — no, you'd been by Chem's side for the last cycle, pushing back the occupation with success that has granted you this stay in the Southern Province. The palace, once home to the region's ruling family, is settled on lake — here, south of the Capital's border, the dust isn't so prevalent. It's not as dry. It's... well, it's beautiful.

"But, you promised."

"Promised what, exactly?"

You'd know that voice anywhere.

Your eyes lift from Hera's face, falling on the Captain and his gaggle of troopers meandering down the corridor. In the moonlight, Howzer looks... happy. Calm. Not so rigid, not so formal.

A rare sight.

It's like your whole world stops — just long enough that Howzer can offer a smile that makes the corners of his eyes wrinkle, and you're left staring at up him with parted-lips.

Moons protect me.

You try to will your lekku to relax. You can't help that the ends swat in interest. Hera watches, with dawning intrigue, as you try to hide the language behind your posture, and ignore the delicate tinkering sound the jewelry adorning them creates. Your dress pools against the cool clay tiles as you remain at Hera's level.

The young girl squints at you.

"Captain," you nod in soft greeting, "We were just talking about—"

"—About how alema," the word means protector in your tongue. It's a titled earned as Eleni's lady-in-waiting, and by being Chem's second-in-command, "Has refused to show me her marksmanship—"

Your jaw falls open. "I have not refused—"

Your ay’kou, your brothers in arms, behind Howzer are sporting grins. Doom and Fog watch the exchange with genuine curiosity. When you lean around Hera, giving the boys a pleading look, you're met with little snickers.

They're quick to bid their Captain a goodnight and head down the corridor past you and Hera towards their makeshift bunks.

"Hera," comes Howzer's gentle nudge, "Aren't you supposed to be attending your father's dinner?"

"We both are—"

"Senator Taa slurps when he eats," comes the sudden sharp commentary from the girl as she pokes you once more, "You said it yourself—"

Howzer muffles a laugh into a cough as you slap a hand over Hera's mouth. You give her a stern look, whispering I said no such thing in your native tongue. Hera is fast to laugh — no doubt amused at how the Captain seems to hang off your reaction.

It wasn't often he saw you like this... no, they were used to the guerrilla fighter, the tactician, the dead-eye shot. Never had you ever anticipated him seeing you here, playing big sister to the General's daughter. Though you've known this role for a long time, the war has been preoccupying your time.

You're beautiful.

It's not a new revelation; no, Howzer has thought it from the moment he met you. But, now in the calm of peace, you look... good. Not so battered by war. Softer. Like a woman he could marry someday when it's all said and done.

"I think someone is getting a bit bold," you say as you stand, "Dragging me from my meal—"

"You hate bantha!"

"It's an expensive import!" you hiss back, waving your hands to shoo Hera, but it does little to dissuade her as she laughs. You can't help how your face splits in two at the sight of her smile. You reach, thumb smoothing over her headband in a sisterly manner.

You catch Howzer smiling again.

"Bantha steaks, then?" comes his amused rumble, "I'm jealous."

"Yes, well, I was going to come and find you, Captain — offer up some..."

This time Hera sees the interested swat of your lekku in full. She can sense that... oh. You two are speaking like there's a joke there. Like there's something else beneath the surface of this exchange.

Then, she catches the tips of your tattooed lekku curl at the sound of his laugh. It's an enamored expression between Twi's. A language Hera has seen between her parents many times...

Oh.

OH?

Hera blinks.

Father never said anything about alema and Howzer.

...Does Father even know about alema and Howzer?

Does mother?!

The girl blinks rapidly between the two of you, too preoccupied with a soft look to notice.

Forget target practice.

This is much more interesting.

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[happytroopers]

Lessons in…. // Howzer x Reader

Listen id touch some grass if there wasn’t a hurricane outside

(Sorry tech simps but it’s coming i promise)

🔞18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🔞

Tw: sex stuff (implied and mentioned), brat tamer vibes, thigh riding, orgasm denial mention, I have a mask and armor kink, I run a clone trooper blog is this honestly a surprise

“Make me.” The moment you uttered the words, you knew you made a mistake. Howzer’s demeanor darkened, and his laughter turned devious. You’re own challenging grin dropped as heat flushed to your already red cheeks.

“What was that, Princess?” He gave you a chance to rethink, using the nickname you always hated. The nickname you always detested resparked your stubborn streak, momentarily silencing the voices yelling not to push the soldier any further. Part of you wanted to listen, the rest of you was cheering on the devil on your shoulder.

“I said, make me.” You repeated, eyes sparking in challenge, chin held high as you held his gaze. Your new emboldened confidence didn’t last long, and it was clear he put the shovel in your hand to dig your hole deeper. And now you would lie in it.

Howzer laughed humorously, shaking his head as he approached you slowly swiping the door shut and locking it without looking. Long legs should have made it a quick process to cross the room to you, but he took his sweet time. For every painstakingly slow step he took towards you, you swore your heart fluttering at least 100 times more than it should have. He didn’t bother shedding his armor or popping his helmet off, making him look truly dangerous as he stalked towards you. Another step, another chip to your cocky confidence.

“I always tell you that mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble.” He warned, voice low enough to make your stomach drop. Now close enough to touch you, you unconsciously started walking backwards as if afraid of what your actions had wrought. Stalking you like a predator, he let you stumble backwards until your back hit the wall, eliciting a small gasp out of you when you finally made contact. You heard him breathe another chuckle and tour knees felt week as he closed in.

It wasn’t long before his larger form completely caged you, tutting as he muttered something about letting him corner you. One gloved hand was braced by your face, and you wondered if he could feel the heat radiating off your scarlet cheeks. He brought his other arm to rest against the wall above your head, just a reminder he had endless size and strength on you. One of his armored knees, wedged between your weak legs- the final nail in your prior confidence. Your chin dropped, forcing you to look up at him through your lashes, an attempt at innocent as if you weren’t half way grinding the real painted armor around his thigh.

“Howzer-“ you started, voice high and breathy, a humorous contrast to the earlier cocky tone you’d teased him with in the mess hall. He shook his head, the arm above you lifting so he could trail a gloved finger down your hair and then your cheek, pausing against your lips.

“Little late for the innocent act, Princess.” He assured you, his thumb dragging down on your bottom lips before trailing down your neck. You were embarrassed at the little noise you made as he continued lower. His visor followed his hand as he slowly explored downward, slow enough to make you squirm so his other hand braces your hip against the wall. Momentarily, the visor lifted to your eyes again halting all movement but not letting go. Though you couldn’t see his eyes you could imagine that they had temporarily softened to sincerity as they met yours- half lidded as they were as you gulped for air, already half delirious with lust for the Captain, “Tell me to stop if you need to.”

Always the gentlemen, which you were typically over the moon for but you didn’t dare tell him to stop. He chuckled again, helmet shaking side to side as he easily lifted you, “So needy for me.”

_____

It was later, when you were sweaty, shaky, and having trouble forming complete thoughts much less sentences that he buried his hand in hair at the base of your neck, pulling it just enough to make you gasp. Muscles like jelly, you immediately craned your head back into his grasp. The action forced your face up to him, no doubt a mess but he didn’t seem to mind. Finally, he reached up to pry the helmet off. Your hips rocked against the composite armor on his thigh again when he moved, making you whine but you didn’t dare move.

For the first time that evening, you got to see his face. Lust darkened eyes gave you an appraising look, not letting the grip on your hair slip as his other hand cupped your cheek thumb rubbing your cheek like a taunt. Brown eyes raked over your flushed face, sweat on your forehead, mascara and lipstick smudged, mouth sinful as your half panted, half whined. Somehow seeing his smirk when you rocked your hips against him again made it so much more embarrassing so you ducked your face into his neck- but didn’t stop the action, thighs squeezing around the soldiers own muscled thigh that was encased in plastoid composite.

He let you for a moment, now free hand roaming your thighs and his own slicked armor piece. Physical evidence of your last hour of denied release, but the reprieve didn’t last long. Howzer pulled back slightly just enough to get a hold of your face. One hand did the job, thumb on one jaw while the other fingers lightly pressed into your cheek, once again forcing you to meet his amused gaze.

“H-Howz,” your breath hitched, cutting you off as he adjusted himself and therefore you, “Howzer, please-“

His smirk turned to a dark grin, pulling your face up to his so close his breath fanned over you. His scent was already a cloud around you, almost intoxicated as it mixed with your own. You pants, whines, and moans were almost sinful as he held you there, his other hand rubbing slow, distracting circles on your hip.

“Who’s your captain, (y/n)?”

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[worstamongequals]

‘Til Forever Falls Apart

“Permission to speak freely, sir?”

“Always granted.”

“I’ll miss you.”

Captain Howzer x FemJedi!Reader

word count: 984

Warnings: order 66, no happy endings here :(

“Alright Captain, how do you feel about this potentially being our last mission ever?!” You beamed at him, polishing the hilt of your lightsaber as he cleaned his blaster. You could feel the nervous energy beginning to stir in the pit of your stomach as you prepared for what might be your last battle before the war was over and the Separatists were defeated. 

“Permission to speak freely, sir?”

“Always granted.”

“I’ll miss you.” Howzer smiled at you before awkwardly adding, “I’ll miss, er, working with you, that is.”

Your cheeks flooded with heat. “I’ll miss working with you too.” You had your gaze focused on your lightsaber, but it didn’t take the force to sense that Howzer was staring at you. “Yes, Captain?”

“I was just wondering…” He trailed off, running a hand through his hair. He’d had his helmet off this entire time, which was usual for him. He was perhaps the only clone you knew who spent most of his time helmet-less. “What do you think you’ll do when it’s all over?”

“Go back to Coruscant?” You chuckled. “The war may be over, but my job won’t be.”

“Ah, yes.” Howzer shifted his weight. “Forgot about that bit.”

“And what will you do?” You spoke coolly, trying to hide the fact that you cared very much about what he would do, where he would go, when the war was over.

“I’m not sure. I’d like to go somewhere, anywhere, and just do nothing. See the sights, like anyone else would. Go to Endor just to see the trees, Scarif just for the beach, you know. Anything that doesn’t involve battle plans, tactical advantages, strategizing, and, uh, killing.”

“Oh yeah, I guess that’s all you’ve ever known, huh?” The idea of clones was a bittersweet one; although you found it morally repugnant for someone to create beings and use them however they saw fit, as soldiers, weapons, without allowing them to live their own lives or even exercise free will, you knew your days had gotten significantly brighter since you’d met Captain Howzer and his men. “I’m sorry your life has been so full of war. It must be awful.”

“Well, it hasn’t been aaaaall bad.” 

You looked up from your lightsaber to see Howzer smiling at you in a way that made your heart skip a beat. “I’ve never liked Scarif much, plus, the whole planet’s a beach, so I’d have to wear a bikini everywhere I go, and that’s just not practical.” You were rambling now, but you couldn’t stop yourself. “Plus I’ve taken a few blaster hits in my time, and a bikini would just put that all on display.”

“Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now.”

The two of you looked at each other for a moment, confused, but smiling softly.

“I hope to see you around, Captain,” You extended your hand towards him.

“It would be my pleasure, General.” He grasped your hand in his, and shook it firmly.

Howzer’s hand was warm around yours, and you both held on for a little too long. “I’ll have to make a trip to Scarif and look you up. Maybe I can get stationed at an outpost there.”

“I don’t think there’s a Jedi outpost on Scarif, sir.” Howzer chuckled.

“Well, then I’ll have to make one, won’t I?”

“I suppose you will.”

You were standing next to each other in silence now. You watched Howzer holster his clean blaster out of the corner of your eye. He was ready to head out to the battlefield. He picked up his helmet and prepared to pull it on over his head, when a sudden burst of courage had you reaching out and taking his hand. “Howzer…”

“Yes, General?”

Howzer was still holding his helmet in his left hand, and you were holding his right hand tightly in yours. You weren’t sure what to say. You looked up at him, gazing into his eyes, willing him to somehow, magically, understand what you so desperately wanted him to know. His expression softened as he stared back down at you. “Howzer, I-” Why is this so hard to say?  “I think I… I lo-”

“Captain Howzer!” The modulated voice of Geo, one of the other clone troopers, broke through the quiet. Your face warmed slightly, suddenly very grateful that the door to the armory was closed and that Geo had the decency to knock before opening closed doors, lest he catch his Clone Captain and Jedi General in such a tender moment. 

Geo knocked loudly on the door when Howzer didn’t respond. “Urgent transmission for you from Coruscant, sir.”

“I’m a little busy right now, trooper.” Howzer spoke without taking his eyes off yours. “Can it wait?” He gently set his helmet down. With his left hand now free, he reached up and softly touched your chin.

“No sir, sorry sir. You’re being requested immediately.”

Howzer sighed and slid his helmet on. “I’ll be back, ner jetii.”

“I’ll wait for you, ner alor’ad.” You gave him a small smile.

Even with his helmet on, you could tell he was smiling. “You’re picking up Mando’a pretty quickly.”

Howzer stepped out, and you watched him as he took the holoprojector from Geo and the small hologram flickered to life. Instantly, you felt dizzy and your head felt as if it was going to explode. You stumbled against the wall, knocking a few blasters out of place. You braced yourself against the wall with your right arm and clutched at your head with the other. You felt immense pain, sadness, and an emptiness like you’d never felt before. You felt as if pieces of you were suddenly gone, leaving gaping holes in your soul. 

Something’s wrong.

Through the splitting headache, you could barely hear the sinister voice that spoke through the holoprojector. “Captain Howzer, execute Order 66.”

Mando’a Translations: Ner [nair]: My Jetii [JAY-tee]: Jedi Alor’ad [al-OHR-ahd]: Captain

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[jessiebanethedragon]

rampart: Leave the thinking to me captain.

Cpt Howzer: ...

y/n:*bursting through the doors* I'll leave you to think about how my foot feels up your ass!

Howzer: Y/n!!!!

rampart: ...

y/n: I got you boo. no one talks to u like that.

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[blueskyhappyclones]

Head on my shoulder

Summary: Howzer invites you to the Republic’s grand ball, but things don’t go as planned.

Warnings: None :)

Pairing: Howzer x female reader

A/n: This is the first time I have written a fic! So enjoy and let me know what you think.

You sat on the sofa in your hotel room excitedly waiting for Howzer. He had asked you to be his date to the Republic’s grand ball in coruscant.

You had worked as an admin assistant for Howzer’s battalion for the last six months, and you couldn’t help but notice how sweet he is to his men and how he takes an interest in everyone that he meets. He made such an effort with you when you first started the job, he asked how your day was and how you were finding your new job. He even brought you a caff to your office one morning, so the next day you brought him one back and it stated a routine everyday Howzer was on planet. The more time you spent with him the more you started to notice even more little things about him like how when he is working hard a strand of his hair would come unstuck and fall into his face, and that he would rub his scar when he was thinking really hard about something.

His men had even started to take notice of how much he dropped by your office to see you, and made jokes calling you the Mrs, and insisted to Howzer that he bring you to the clone bars with them on their nights out. You loved that his men were so welcoming to you and it was fun to see Howzer kick back a bit, while his men told you stories about their captain on missions they had been on. They would tell the story about Howzer single-handedly fought a gundark and ended up with his scar, you had heard this story so many times as they loved to tell anyone that would listen.

The more time you spent with him the more feelings you developed for him, and you just weren’t sure if he felt the same way about you, until you heard a knock at your door one night.

It was late and you had just got into your pyjamas to get ready for bed when you heard the knock at the door.

“One second!” you shouted grabbing a dressing gown.

You looked through the peep hole and saw Howzer stood there, your heart did a flip. Why could he be at your apartment this late you thought. You unhooked the latch and opened the door.

“Howzer! Come in, what are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry it’s so late, I wanted to drop by on the way back from work but I had to stay late. I just had something I wanted to ask you.”

“Go ahead! Shoot” you smiled nervously.

“Y/N I wanted to know if you would come to the Republics grand ball with me?” he asked cautiously nervous that you would say no.

“ Like a date?”

“Yeah, like a date. Its ok if you don’t –“

“I would love to” You interrupted grinning widely.

So there you were in coruscant dressed to the nines in a blue floor length ball gown waiting for Howzer. He had commed you to say he was held up at work and would be a little bit late, but that was two hours ago. You started to worry that he got cold feet and didn’t want to go on the date with you anymore or he had been injured at work. You lay down on the sofa and look at the ceiling and think about what could of happened to him. It’s Howzer you reassure yourself hes perfectly capable of looking after himself, everything is fine and he will be here soon. He still wants to go out with you. Eventually your eyes begin to close and you drift off to sleep.

You wake up to Howzer shaking you gently. “Y/N. Y/N. Wake up.” He whispered.

“Hmmm” you moan groggily opening your eyes. “Oh Howzer. You’re here.” You yawn.

“I’m so sorry. I got called into work last minute. It was an emergency. I’m so so sorry”

You notice burn marks on his armour that weren’t there when he left earlier, and ash on his forehead.

“Are you ok? Is everyone ok?” you ask.

“Yes, everyone is fine. There was a fire in one of the warehouses but nobody got hurt. I guess we missed the ball. I’m so sorry” he apologized again.

“Howzer, it’s not your fault. I’m just glad you’re ok!”

“I was really looking forward to the ball, and dancing with you in your beautiful dress” He said his warm breath fanning your face, your breath hitches when you notice how close you are.

“I’m sure we can next time” You say gingerly reaching up to wipe some ash from his face.

“we could now” He says putting his large hand over yours, his skin hot yours.

“Now?”

He lets go and turns to find your holopad on the table, and with a few clicks he plays a slow song. He reaches out his hand to you and helps you up pulling you close to his chest. Your head rests on the breast plate of his armour as you sway together, his hands resting on your waist whilst yours are around his neck. You look up at him into his dark eyes.

“Hey Howzer?”

“Yeah?”

“This is really nice.”

He looks down at your lips and back up at you and slowly moves in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

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[monako-jinn-stories]

Captain Howzer X Fem! Reader FanFic

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You wake up to the smell of something sweet floating into your bedroom. You keep your eyes closed for a moment, allowing yourself to believe that it’s some cinnamon pancakes that Ringo and Tayah are bringing to you as a surprise for your birthday. Ahni and Kwol follow behind with the gifts the twins picked out for you, as well as their own gifts for you. Everyone is safe, everyone is alive, everyone is back at the palace on Dohbar where they belong.

The smell of burning and a quiet swear breaks you from your imagination, and reality hits again. Ringo is dead, Tayah is somewhere out in the galaxy, Ahni and Kwol are alone at the palace, and it’s another sad birthday for you.

You throw your robe off before sitting up, letting out a sigh before pushing to your feet. It had been cold last night, colder than normal, and you’d given your thin blanket to Howzer so he could keep warm, leaving you with just your robe for warmth. You squint your eyes as you walk out, not being prepared for the glare of the sun.

“Good morning,” you say with a yawn, startling Howzer slightly before he turns to offer you a smile, “whatcha making?”

“Uh,” he says, glancing back down, “well I was trying to make some sort of…thing.”

You hum in response before walking over and sitting next to him. “What sort of thing was it supposed to be?”

“Well, I took a piece of bread and added some of these spices to it,” he starts, motioning to the side, “and I added some…syrup. And then I remembered I had something else in my room and went to grab it, only to come back and have this.” 

There’s a black chunk of what looks like former bread sitting in a pan over a fire, and you nod a few times before reaching out and grabbing it. “Would you like to have this, or would you want me to make you something?” you ask, and he gives you a thankful smile.

“It would be nice if you could make me something. I promise though, I will learn to cook.” You giggle before popping the burnt bread into your mouth, trying to ignore the intense char flavor as it flakes apart. “Wha-why did you do that?” he asks, looking at you with wide eyes.

“We need to make sure all of our food is used, not wasted. It’s not the worst thing I’ve eaten,” you say before reaching out and grabbing another slice of bread. “Did you happen to grease the pan before you put the bread in?”

“Uh,” he thinks, “no.”

“Well then, cooking lesson number one,” you say, “always grease the pan.” Howzer listens and watches intently as you show him how to make a slice of cinnamon bread, which is what he claims he had been trying to make himself. When you finish, he eagerly tries it, and you watch as his eyes go wide and a smile comes to his face.

“This is amazing, y/n,” he says, taking another bite before holding it out to you, ��do you want to try?”

“Thank you,” you say, “but I’m fine. You need your strength anyway.” You stand up then, stretching briefly before looking at him quizzically. “You wouldn’t happen to know what size clothes you wear, would you?”

He shook his head, swallowing a mouthful before responding. “No, we were just given our undersuits by the Kaminoans, and we were all the same size, so it didn’t really matter.”

“That makes things a bit more complicated,” you mumble before trying to think of a solution. “I might be able to visualize it…but I want to try something else. Can you stand up for me?” Howzer does as you ask, and you think for another moment before reaching your hands out. “I’m going to measure you with my hands and fingers,” you explain, taking his arm and counting how many fingers around his wrist is, “I can write these down and then compare it to the clothing.”

“Are you sure it will work?” he asks, and you shrug.

“Better to try than not.” Your hands slowly move up his arm, one in front of the other to see how many it takes to reach his shoulder. He patiently stands for you, letting you work out your idea. When your fingers brush against his collar bone, he feels a slight tingle. “I’m going to have to…feel you up,” you quietly say after a minute, giving him an apologetic look. “I need to know your waist and hip size, as well as how wide your legs are, and how long.”

“Alright,” he says, not sure how else to respond, “that’s okay.” You nod and reach down, measuring around his waist. It’s thinner than you expected, and with the measurements you’ve already taken, you can almost imagine what his body looks like under-

Stop it, you internally yell at yourself, focus on measuring, not on his incredible figure– kriff it.

“Something wrong?” he asks, and you snap out of your thoughts to meet his gaze with a confused look. “I didn’t know if something was wrong, since you were just kind of holding my waist,” he explains.

“Oh, right,” you say, dropping your head down to get away from his gaze, “just got confused for a second.” You quickly move your hands around, measuring the rest of his waist before measuring his hips. You try to distract yourself when you bend down to your knees to get the measurements of his legs. “Sorry,” you mumble when your fingers go around his inner thigh, and he mumbles back a quick reply before clearing his throat and looking anywhere but at you, trying to bat away those thoughts that are fluttering into his mind. 

What if I just let my hands slide down a little…No, no no. That’s not what this is.

“Okay,” you say, standing back up and making a last mental note of his measurements. “I’ll go to town now. Any specific style of clothing or color you want?”

“No. Well, actually,” he says, scratching the back of his neck, “would it be too much to ask if you could maybe find me a shirt in the colors of my battalion?”

“I’d be more than happy to do that,” you reply, offering him a smile. He gives you a smile back, and his cheeks turn the slightest shade before he looks away and clears his throat again. 

“Do you need any more credits? I still have some from when I escaped.”

“I won’t turn them down,” you reply, “and I guess it is your clothes that I’m getting.” He nods before walking to his room to get them, and you look around at your little area while you wait. If only you could stay here long enough to grow a garden, really make it feel like home. 

“Here ya are,” Howzer says, pulling you from your thoughts. You turn and smile as he hands them to you, and you make sure to pull your hand away before it touches his for too long. The two of you are fugitives running from a tyrannical superpower that no one has ever seen the likes of before. You don’t have time for small touches and blooming feelings. 

You gather a few more things from your room before walking over to the speeder. “I’ll be back before dark,” you say, “I’ll try to get another speeder as well.”

“Okay,” he says with a nod, “I’ll try not to burn more food.” You giggle softly before starting up the speeder and slipping on your helmet, and you give him a wave before you head off. 

“I heard one of their most dangerous prisoners escaped recently.”

“Really? What did he do?”

“He tried to start up a clone rebellion with his squad. A few of the members joined him, but the others arrested him. It was when that rogue batch was here.”

“Oh, yeah! Wasn’t he the clone who was always around Syndulla? Oh, what was his name?”

“He was a commander, I know that for sure.”

“No, not a commander. A captain.”

“Still, he was high ranking. He must be very valuable.”

“He was very handsome as well. If I found him, I’m not sure I’d turn him over.”

“Excuse me,” you say, your voice sounding strange coming from behind the mask. The group of Twi’lek ladies startle and look at you, giving you apologetic looks.

“I’m sorry,” the tallest one says, “we didn’t notice you approach. How can we help?”

“I’m looking for some clothing. I don’t have actual sizes, but I have measurements.”

“That’s all we need!” she says cheerfully, “right this way. Now, is this for you?”

“No. For a friend.”

“Alright, and does this friend have any preferences for material or style?”

“No, but there is a certain color he would like his shirt to be in.”

“And what color is that?”

You look around, trying to see if you could find a color that was close, or matching, to the color Howzer wanted. “This color,” you say, grabbing a shirt that was definitely too small for him. 

“Alright, and what were his measurements?” You hold your hands out and start explaining them to her, and you watch as she tries not to let her expression falter. It’s very clear that this isn’t easy for her, but it’s the best you can offer. “Alright…” she says once you finish, “I think I can make a good guess. Apologies if it is not correct. We do offer free exchanges for wrong sizes. Would your friend prefer tight fitting material, or loose material?”

You think for a moment, letting your mind wander to the image of Howzer in a tight fitting shirt. You can easily picture how his chest and arms would look, and for a brief second you imagine him in tight pants. “Loose,” you reply, snapping out of your head. “And strong material for desert traveling.”

“Okay, follow me over to this section, please.” You quietly follow the woman as she leads you over to another section, and she grabs a shirt before holding it out to you. “How about this one?” You look at it closely, stretching it a bit and slipping off your glove to feel the material.

“This is good.”

“Alright, and how about these pants?” she asks, taking the shirt for you while you check out the pants.

“This works.”

“Perfect! Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“Just a second pair of both.”

“Alrighty then,” she says, “would you like me to have this pair be a size bigger in case the other is too small?”

“Sure,” you respond before turning as the shop bell rings. You feel your blood chill as you see two imperial officers waiting at the service counter, and another one of the ladies rushes over to help them.

“Good afternoon, officers,” you hear her say as you approach to check out, “what can I help you with?”

“We had ordered uniforms to be made. They were supposed to be ready two days ago, but when we came to get them, we were told they were still being made. They better be ready for us this time.”

“I’m sorry about the delay, sirs,” she says, “what was the name on the order?”

“Dray. Belkor Dray.”

“I’ll go get that for you,” she says before hurrying off to the back.

The lady you had been with clears her throat, and you turn your head from the imperials to look at her. “Your total is 115 credits.”

You feel the eyes of the officer who spoke, Dray, on you as you reach into your pocket. You carefully count the amount before handing it to her. “‘Scuse me,” Dray says, and you look at him, “are you a bounty hunter?” When he asks, he motions to you with his blaster, and you eye it wearily from behind your mask.

“No,” you reply, “and even if I was, no bounty hunter would be stupid enough to admit it to imperial officers. Unless you have a job offer.”

“No, I’m trying to rid Ryloth of bounty hunter scum.”

“Good luck,” you say before continuing on your way out. When you step outside, you notice another imperial trooper waiting by the speeders. He’s clearly a new member, one of the TK troopers, and you assume he’s been left on guard duty.

“Hey, what are you doing?” he asks, pointing his blaster at you as you approach your speeder.

“Mounting my speeder so I can go home,” you reply bluntly.

“That’s not your speeder. That’s property of the Galactic Empire.”

“I’ve had this speeder since the clone wars, when Ryloth was first under Separatist occupation. It’s mine.”

“It’s stolen property, and we are taking it back.”

“No, you’re not,” you say. As you speak, you make a small wave movement with your hand at your side, and he falters.

“We’re not?”

“No. And you are going to give me another speeder for the trouble.”

“We’re going to give you another speeder for the trouble.”

“You’re going to forget you saw me, and instead you will think you saw another trooper steal the speeders as a prank.”

“Those kriffing clones,” he says, turning away. 

You bite down the flash of anger, suppressing the urge to kill him. “It was another TK trooper,” you growl out, and he shakes his head.

“Stupid newbies,” he mutters, folding his arms over his chest. You bend down then, hooking the new speeder to yours before flying off to another store. This one was a part of a market, and so you make sure to secure your speeders before quickly walking to the stand you need.

“Welcome, welcome!” the owner says. He’s a happy little Twi’lek man, definitely older, and who you had known before the end of the war. You had wiped his memory after you bought the first mask from him, not wanting him to rat you out. He’s a good man, but you also know that the Empire wanted all Jedi to be killed, so they likely would use drastic means to get answers from people. “What can I get you today?”

“Another mask,” you say, pointing to yours, “exactly like mine.”

“Ahh, a nice mask that is,” he replies, “say, did you get it from here?” You nod in response, and he claps his hands with a smile. “Ah, wonderful! Let me just…” he bends down, and you can hear him rooting through boxes behind his stand. “I know there’s one somewhere around here,” he mumbles, and you lean against the counter before rapping your knuckles on it. He pops his head back up and you point behind him. 

“I believe that one right there is the same thing,” you say, and he laughs before moving back and grabbing it.

“You would be right,” he replies. “Now, this is going to be 72 credits.”

“How much would it cost if I trade in an imperial helmet for this mask?” you ask, leaning down to grab the imperial helmet you had taken off of the speeder you stole.

“Oh my,” he says, taking a closer look at it. “That will make this mask free! I’ll even throw a couple credits in for you. How does 15 credits sound? 15 credits and a free helmet.”

“Make it 17 and we have a deal,” you reply. He grins and shakes your hand, pushing the new helmet towards you while he fishes out the credits.

“Y’know, I knew a Jedi who was the general of the 17th clone battalion. She was very kind, caring. Always made sure those who were around her were taken care of. I only ever heard good things about her. It’s a shame that she’s probably dead.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Well, have a good day, and come back anytime!” You nod before grabbing the new mask and pocketing the credits. You make your way back to the speeders, and thankfully they’d been left alone. You hop on, securing the helmet onto the speeder before taking back off to your temporary home. The extra credits is likely the only birthday gift you’ll get this year.

When you get back, you can’t help but pause in your walk as you notice Howzer working–without his shirt on. Sweat gleams off his skin, and you clear your throat and look away before approaching him. “Hey,” you say, “I’m back.”

He turns to grin at you, wiping a bit of sweat off his head with the back of his arm. “Hey. I noticed. What all did you manage to get me?”

“Well, the worker let me take two different sizes for pants and shirts, in case one was too big or too small. We can return the one that doesn’t fit for free next week. I also got you a mask like mine, since they’re very reliable and cheap.” You hand him the items, and follow him as he goes to take them to his room. “I’ll let you try everything on. Next week when we both go, we can get you more pairs. Also, if you have anything that you can trade or sell, imperial equipment gets you lots of credits.”

“Really?” he asks, turning to look at you. “But how do you explain having them?”

“You don’t,” you reply, “they don’t ask, either. Well, at least the good vendors and workers don’t.”

“How can you tell who the good ones are?”

“By observing,” you say. “You have to act as though you’re browsing the area, looking for things. But really, you’re listening and watching, keeping track of how everyone deals and how customers react. It’s almost like a science. Once you master it, then it’s with you forever and you can use it to make the best decisions.”

“Would you be willing to teach me?” he asks, and you let out a small laugh.

“Well of course. Why else do you think I’m taking you along? Like I said before, if you’re going to live with me, you’re going to be useful. We work together, do equal work. Either we both survive, or neither of us survives.”

He nods then, and you turn to leave him to get changed. While he does, you walk over to the pond and kneel down, letting your hands slip into the cool water. Bringing it up to your face, you let your hands splash it against your skin, washing away some dirt and sweat you’ve gathered today. 

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” he asks, and you look to your side to see him sitting beside you, still shirtless. “I thought I should probably wash some sweat and dirt off before I tried the shirts on,” he explains. 

“Yeah, sounds like a smart idea,” you mumble before leaning back. “Have you ever gone swimming before?”

“Well, I grew up on Kamino,” he chuckles, “but other than that, no.”

“Calm water is better to swim in,” you comment. He remains silent, absentmindedly drawing in the sand. You observe him as he does, and you notice that he seems to have something on his mind. You don’t ask about it, though. It’s best not to get too attached.

“I know you won’t like this idea,” he starts after a few minutes, and you nod your head in agreement, “but maybe…maybe this could be somewhere we live for a long time.”

“Howzer,” you sigh, “you know that wouldn’t be safe or smart.”

“But what if it’s okay?” he says. “Look around, y/n. This place is beautiful. I’m sure we could take extra precautions to ensure that no one finds us. Wouldn’t the benefits be worth it? I mean, baths every night!” He motions to the water with a hopeful smile, and you feel a fluttering inside.

“Alright,” you say, setting a hand on a hip, and you watch as a wide grin covers his features. “But, we are moving at any sign of danger, got it?”

“Yes, ma’am!” he says, throwing up a salute. “Does that mean we get to go shopping for swimming clothes?”

You shake your head, turning back to the water. “We don’t have the credits to buy stuff like that.”

“Right,” he says.

“But,” you say, still not looking at him. Your cheeks are already heating just at the thought of what you’re about to say. “We could…go naked in the pond. Since we’ll be using it to rinse off, we might as well swim at the same time.”

He looks away from you as well, his own cheeks warming. “You mean, like, fully naked?”

“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” you reply. “And we can warn the other so we don’t accidentally interrupt.”

“Right,” he says again, swallowing hard. 

“Well.”

“Hm?”

“Nothing.”

“Right.”

An awkward moment of silence passes between the two of you, and you decide to end it after suffering too long. “I’ll start on dinner.”

“Right. Yeah. Do you need some help?”

“No, but you should still come and watch,” you say. “It’ll be better if we both know how to cook so if something happens to one, the other can take care of them. Did you want to wash up first?” you ask, and finally look back at him.

“Oh, uh. Sure,” he says. “I’m going to um…not have anything on.”

“Okay,” you reply as casually as you can. “I’ll be in my room, you can come get me when you’re done.”

“Alright,” he says. “I won’t be long.”

“Take as much time as you’d like,” you say, “the water’s nice, let yourself relax. You deserve it.” He nods and gives you a small smile, and you return it before turning and walking to your room. You can feel his eyes following you as you leave, and you stop yourself from imagining what he might possibly be wanting to say to you, or ask you. What gift he might possibly give you for your birthday.

You’re fugitives, not lovers.

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[deaconusdelirium]

Wanna Be Yours (Howzer)

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Fuck man, what’s worse than not being able to sleep and just feeling like shit? Feeling like you’re not enough? Not being able to be held by your fictional husband, that’s what :’)

Summary: tossing and turning in bed wasn’t your idea of “getting rest” however, Howzer is more than welcome to help you.

Warnings: soft howzer! Slight tears, cuddles, and reassurance

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The night was warm, cool even, and Howzers body heat was making the atmosphere comfortable. His black t-shirt clung to his body, outlining all his muscles and biceps. Yet, something felt off, about him, and you

And it wasn’t like you to think such thoughts. A defeated sigh left your lips, why were you feeling this way? Howzer was loyal to the boot, and you knew it. Your heart thought otherwise, what if he wanted someone else? Someone who was better and could out-do all that you could, he was stuck with you. You had a feeling deep down that you were only dragging him into the depths of despair, maybe it was just you.

You shook your head, trying to rid of the senseless thoughts, ‘you’re just overthinking’ you repeated in your head as you turned on your side, facing away from your lover in an attempt to once again, flee from the ill advised images. It was late, almost morning and Howzer was sleeping peacefully beside you, not wanting to wake him up, you carefully crawled out of bed. Putting the blanket under his form so it would seem like you were still sleeping under the comforter.

Walking out the room in just your black shirt and spandex, you grabbed your jacket. Putting it on as you opened the sliding glass door of the balcony. Your eyes scanned over the city, lights bright neon and ships flew all around. The traffic was still holding up, amazing how it hasn’t fallen apart yet. The thoughts seems to lightly blow away, but some still stuck to the back of your head, making you frown. You spent minutes outside, finally feeling a chill run down your body, suddenly shivering. Standing up, you gave one last look at the busy city, then back in you went.

Stepping through the door, then closing it. You turned and were met with Howzer standing there, his arms crossed as his hair fell in front of his face. You only stared at him, wondering if whatever you thought could be true and if he was hiding it. “What are you doing up so late sweet thing?” He asked, walking up to you as you watched his movements. He acted normal, so that gave you a bit of relief, his hand came up to caress your cheek, leaning into his touch as he pulled you into his bigger form.

“Couldn’t sleep”

It’s sounded like a lie, yet it was the truth. Well, partially. But it was. He hummed, understanding, then came down to kiss your forehead. His fingers nimbly pulled the zipper to your jacket down, you looked away, then pulled your arms out of your sleeves. “Sorry, if I woke you up. I didn’t mean to” you apologized, he looked comfortable, and knowing that you pulled him out of it, made you feel guilty. “Don’t worry cyar’ika, come on. Back to bed” he threw your jacket onto the couch and pulled you down the hallway, into your bedroom.

It was dim, not dark, since the light from the city was shining through the curtains. Howzer sat you down on the edge of the bed, kneeling before you, then grabbing your hand in his. His brown eyes stared into yours, trying to figure you out. He pulled your knuckles to his lips, pressing feather like kisses over them and making you touch his cheek. “What’s wrong?” He attempted to pry you open, worried about you. “It’s nothing, like I said. Just.. not tired” he looked down. Trying to think of another tactic.

He stood up, laying down while pulling you along with him. His warm body engulfed yours, making you relax, but still ponder. “Let’s try this again, love. Whats got you so worked up?” He asked, his hand coming to brush back and forth on your temple. You wanted to hold him, hug him and never let go, and he seen it, felt it. Your hand hovered over his side, but then retracted to hold your arms.

His free hand went to yours, pulling them over his side. Feeling you grab a handful of his shirt and hold it there, his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer. Tears formed in your eyes, “you won’t leave me, will you?” His eyes widen at your sentence, his gaze softened as he tried to think, why would you ever say something like that? “Y/n, darling. You know I have no better gift in life, than you,” And it was true, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. And he’ll say it, without shame, whenever you want him too. “And I would give anything, to be at home with you, safe in my arms. I’ve said it hundred of times before, and I’ll say it a thousand more, I love you” he stated.

His hand went down to your thigh, to throw it over his hip as a form of being closer. You laid your head across his chest, hearing his heartbeat and the steady drop of his breathing. “I just want to be yours” you spoke against his shirt, closing your eyes so the tears wouldn’t fall. His heart ached at the thought if of you thinking like this. “You always were, and you always will be. I’m not going to sleep until you do, we can stay here all night, I’m not letting you go” you knew it was true, he won’t sleep until you do. It’s something he grew accustomed to whenever he slept with you. He always kept an eye on you. Whether it’d be at home, or out and off world.

“Now go to sleep, I’m still here” he reassured. Pulling you closer to him as he rubbed small circles on your back. Making you feel tired in a matter of seconds, he felt your breathing slow and your body go limp. Signaling you were finally sleeping, safely with him. His thoughts raced, wondering why you were acting so strange and distant. But knowing you, you’d tell him eventually and he was fine with it. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable or force you to tell him something that you didn’t want too. As long as he still had you, by his side and just being together with you, made him feel a hundred times better. Like he was the luckiest man on the planet, which he was, and he was damn proud about it, loving every inch of you was what he did best. And loving you for the rest was something he was a expert at and could do forever, which he was determined to do.

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[itsagrimm]

Imperial Tech 5

CN: soldier life in a fascist state, getting observed and recorded, violence, drug abuse, getting drugged without explicit consent, memory loss, forbidden relationship, getting carried + lifted up, tech & ONCE doing a lot of selfreflecting

Summary: The scenario plays out with Techs and not Crosshairs inhibitor chip working. Y/N is part of the elite squad working under commander Tech. Y/N gets called ES-01 or ONCE by their team somethimes. Previously, they killed senator Tarr, took the Syndullas into custody and are now on the hunt for Hera. (Basically everything just like in the show except for Tech in charge instead of Crosshair)

Imperial Tech X They Them Reader

Part 4

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Ryloth was starting to become Techs least favourite planet to been on. The planet had a challenging terrain, Admiral Rampart was continuously holding him back, but most importantly the dust forced Tech to clean his glasses several times per rotation.

But even with the dirt gone from the lenses the screens showing surveillance data from all Ryloth gave no clue to Hera Syndullas whereabouts.

Tech leaned back. He just needed to be patient. Hera would turn up sooner or later. Children had a high dependency and emotional connection to their caretakers and were unlikely to leave them behind even it was the most rational decision to ensure their own survival.

A part of his mind kept observing and evaluating the data. Another part wandered off. This morning Y/N had cried. Tech had wanted to keep Y/N close so that he could keep the one person calming him down safe, but he had failed. His miscalculation and lack of information about Y/N inner workings had come with the cost of Y/N breaking down into his arms. The regret of carrying out a killing order was too much for Y/N. His command was the direct cause for their pain. And yet Y/N only had whispered about the Empire and service to it itself as root for their misery. A grand and dangerous claim, still Tech could see some causality between the Empire existing and Y/N’s suffering.

But he still hated himself.

Tech had scrambled the recording in Y/N’s helmet to keep this treasonous confession off the records. And he had sedated Y/N to buy them some time to collect themselves. Extrapolating from the way the former clone force 99 had been treated the Empire would never allow a soldier like Y/N to feel regret or be critical and would punish every kind of perceived treason or weakness. And so, his report noted a minor concussion. As a trained medic and commander no one had questioned his claims. For now, he had at least in some way kept his ONCE safe even it was just picking up the pieces of his previous mistake. Another wave of self-loathing washed over Tech.

But at the same time, he felt pride swelling up his chest. The feeling of him carrying Y/N into the security of the LAAT. Their head resting on his shoulder. Half-closed eyes searching for answers from him and lips whispering Tech.

He grinned.

Oh yes, he could get used to that.

The memory was intoxicating. His overclocked mind stuttered at the thought of Y/N’s body in his arms. Like always Y/N calmed and slowed his thought process like nothing ever before.

Tech breathed in and took another look at the data before him. Still no sign of Hera Syndulla. The comm was silent as well. Surprisingly pleased he took a sip of caf before devoting his main attention to Y/N again.

Tech had arrived at the conclusion that he cared for ES-01. He wanted to know everything about them. A part of his brain spiralled around with a constant loop of thoughts about them and their well-being. And just the thought of Y/N’s physical presence near him gave him a calm he had never known before even with his brothers.

He knew that his attachment to his subordinate was forbidden. And he knew that whatever his feelings and basically needfor Y/N in his life were likely not reciprocated. He was just a clone even with his desirable mutations. And he was their commander. Any kind of romantic interaction - not even including physical interaction - was unlikely, overreaching and a danger for them both.

All he had for himself was a little mental box of lovely little memories and even lovelier fantasies of Y/N that kept him occupied in the refresher. That had to be enough.

Another sip from the caf and glance at the monitors. No Hera Syndulla to be found. Nothing of particular interest to note. He checked the comm chatter for news about the Empire or his brothers but there was nothing as well.

But it was fine to ask if Y/N was fine, right? He was their commander and he had given the order to give them some rest, so he was his duty to require report, right?

Tech thought about his brothers. They would know what to do now. Wrecker would support and reassure him no matter what he did. Echo would keep his opinion to himself until asked or in severe disagreement. Hunter would sit down next to Tech, pat him on the shoulder and tilt his head for 12,4 degrees right before giving advice. And Crosshair would just grumble about Tech overthinking again and then just pointing out the most straight forward action.

Crosshair decision making was the easiest to replicate for Tech now.

So that is what he did.

“ES-01?”

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The bunk room on Ryloth was dark. Someone must have pulled down the blinds. The other members of the elite squad and commander Tech were gone. Y/N checked their comm. Apparently the team was on the hunt for the little Twi’lek girl, that had escaped. Y/N was expected to rest.

What happened?

Their memory was still foggy. The last thing Y/N remembered was being at the canyon, the overwhelming feeling of regret, of breaking down and of commander Tech.

He had…

Y/N checked their arm. A little puncture was visible there.

Yes, a part of their memory slowly returned.

Tech had sedated Y/N. He had drugged them. He had carried them and-

Y/N pulled back the thin blanket. He had removed their armour. Y/N blushed. The memory of his long fingers with little scars carefully peeling Y/N out of the plastoid was rising from the depth of their mind like a lazy fish breaking surface of a deep dark pond.

The door to the bunk room opened. Y/N looked up expecting to see one of the returning elite squad members. Instead, Captain Howzer, clone commander of all the regular troopers on Ryloth, entered. Y/N rose and saluted. He was not in charge of the elite squad, but he outranked Y/N immensely. Howzer just waved them to stand comfortably.

“ES-01, there is no need for such formalities. I hope I am not disturbing you?”

“Not at all. I was left to recover from the last mission. But I am well enough now. How can I help you, sir?”

Howzer smiled. It was a friendly smile, honest and a bit sad.

“They call you ONCE, right? And your squat uses they/them for you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Mind if I do that too? Numbers and assignments are a bit impractical sometimes so us clones use monikers, but I don’t know too much about naturally born’s and their naming traditions.”

Howzers smile turned a bit shy.

“Not at all, captain. It’s alright.”

Howzer sat down on one of the bunks in front of ONCE. ONCE followed his lead and fell back on their bunk. Now they sat in the small room, their knees nearly touching and smiling like young cadets in polite anticipation.

An awkward second none of them spoke.

“I appreciate you checking on me. But I am sure you are not only here to ask about my health, sir.”

Howzer looked away like he got caught pranking.

“Well… I do think it is my job to make sure everyone on my base is fine. Even if you are not under my command and it isn’t technically my base anymore.” He cleared his throat. “But I do actually need something else from you as well.”

ONCE studies his face. He was a high-ranking officer, an experienced soldier and - like all clones - a warrior. And despite the harsh realities of war that shaped all the clone trooper’s life’s, Howzer had maintained youthfulness in his demeanour. Even now, he looked at ONCE with an open and careful expression.

“What can I do for you, captain?” ONCE finally answered and hinted at the helmet and the build-in listening device as a careful reminder that their conversation wasn’t confidential.

“ONCE, I need to know what happened up there in the canyon.”

“Sir, I am sure I can’t add to what you already know from the reports.” ONCE replied defensively. Whatever Y/N might feel about their life as a soldier, talking openly about their work was a luxury they could not afford. Especially when Y/N was still working through the fragmented memories of being carried and stripped out of their armour by commander Tech.

“The reports do not mention anyone up the canyon.” Howzer continued. “And yet I know that commander Tech had carried you nearly unconscious and a sniper rifle with you both to an LAAT ship that picked you up. And I know that the Twi’lek senator Tarr got hit by a precise blast coming from somewhere of the top of the canyon. I was there. I know what I saw. And I can add all these information together. You need to tell me why it happened.”

Howzers voice had become demanding and intimidating.

And yet he still had the expression of a young man in disbelieve of the atrocities happening in plain sight. ONCE felt hopelessness and regret rising again. Howzer just wanted to understand but it was impossible to explain the banalities of evil at work. The Empire was power hungry. The Twi’leks were resistant. And Tarr had died because he outlived his usefulness as a pawn in this power struggle, killed by ONCE. They remembered that much. But with the listening device in their helmet close by ONCE was in no position to confess without getting court martialled afterwards - if they were lucky.

There was nothing ONCE could say.

“I am sorry, captain. I can only recall very little. But it seems you already know what happened. I am sure you will understand why it happened and that I had no pleasure in following command. But I am a soldier -maybe a bit like you. We are expected to follow orders whatever the costs and then continue on like nothing happened.”

ONCE smiled, hoping he would understand.

Howzer nodded, his expression now nothing but hopeless and lost like a little boy without his family.

ONCE took his gloved hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

It was a familiar gesture between two equally helpless hostages not in control of their life’s.

A desperate look crossed Howzer before he silently formed a word with his lips, carefully hiding his message from the listening device.

Hera

It was the Twi’lek kids name that got away. The kid, that the elite squat was hunting down.

ONCE shook their head.

No, they don’t have her. Yet.

Y/N’s comm lighted up – the Commander calling in.

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Commander Tech was in the observation room. Various monitors displayed a never-ending racing flow of surveillance data in aurebesh, numbers and holo transmissions.

Most of it was in in Basic, some wasn’t.

Staring at it with a cup of caf in his hands was the commander.

“How are you feeling?” He asked without looking away from the screens.

“Better.”

In the blue tinted electronic light coming from the holo screens Y/N could see Tech raising an eyebrow.

“I am not only your commander but also your medic. Are you sure you are fine and therefore fit for duty?”

Y/N considered the underlying question. Do you want to return to being a soldier?

“Sir, as long as I am well enough to perform, I am expected to serve.” I don’t have a choice but to return. I can walk steady on both my feet and hold a gun therefore I am good enough to be cannon fodder again. That’s what I signed up for.

Tech tilted his head and took a sip from his cup.

“That is valid point you’re making. As you can see, I am a bit busy with searching the run-away Hera Syndulla. Officially, I can’t examine and clear you fit for duty right now. But I will take your word under the condition you stay close to me in case something happens. Is that alright with you?”

ONCE considered. The commander was asking for a favour. He wasn’t ordering. And he had not only covered for them once but was concerned about their safety. In the oddest way possible and considering the circumstances ONCE was tempted to call this romantic.

“Yes, sir. It is.”

Y/N sat down next to Tech.

“Do you remember everything from this morning, ONCE?”

His tone was casual. But there was more to it.

“I…yes, I think I remember everything.” ONCE paused looking at Tech. His face was unmoved and impression-less. His eyes hidden behind the lenses, blue by the mirroring screens. “Sir, I am very thankful for your… actions.”

Still, nothing. Maybe all his kindness and patience with ONCE was imagined. Maybe he was just their commander and his reasons from saving ONCE from military questioning and punishment was purely practical.

ONCE felt like an utter fool.

“Fascinating.”

“I am sorry, sir?” Confused they looked at the commander.

“Comm the squad and get your full gear. We are getting attacked.”

An alarm went off.

ONCE saw several alarms popping up on the screens.

A feeling of dread and terror rose in ONCE. Returning to duty was one thing. Entering a fight was another.

Tech grabbed them at the arm, pulling them closer and forcing them to look up to his towering dark height. “Remember, stay close to me.”

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Y/N left Tech with a look of anxiety and confusion in their eyes.

*crack*

He grimaced painfully. He had broken the cup in his hands, caf dripping down on his armoured leg now. Maybe hiding everything about himself from Y/N would be harder than he thought it would be.

He sighted and allowed himself to linger a bit more on the thought of Y/N and before devoting himself to the tasks ahead.

Someone had attacked the refinery.

What an odd choice. Was it a coincidence with the Syndullas in custody here on the base? Or was there a plan and connection between those facts?

His eyes squinted to see better. Damn Ryloth and its dust. His googles were dirty again.

The Surveillance data showed the leaving troopers going to the refinery. Quiet a lot of them.

If all those troopers left, who would guard the prisoners?

Tech leant back. Caf dripping down his leg, glasses dirty and surrounded by idiots. What was he doing here?

Movement on the screens made Tech face the wall of monitors again.

The surveillance camera transmitted a stream from the refinery with two clones running over the fortified walls.

Echo.

Hunter.

His brothers were here. Tech felt his body respond with a rush of endorphins he quickly tried to ignore.

Think Tech! Don’t let these traitors distract you! What does their presence mean?

He was sure now. Directly attacking the refinery was too simple. Even without him the strategies of his brothers always were absurdly chaotic and erratic. The straight attack just had to be a distraction.

He opened a comm channel to his elite squat.

“Commander speaking. Come to the base shipyard as soon as possible.”

“Sir, isn’t the attack on the refinery?”

“I know, ES-04. Just follow your orders.”

“But sir-“

Tech ended his connection and rolled his eyes. His brothers never had reacted like that. They always knew he had reasons behind his actions.

Frustrated he threw away the broken cup and put on his helmet.

The shipyard was nearly empty. Most LAAT’s and smaller ship were off to the refinery. The attack had drawn nearly all forces away.

ONCE and the Elite squat waited for commander Tech. A couple of regs were with them.

“Who are those?” Tech required.

“Sir, the regular troopers were off duty. I called them in for back up.”, ONCE replied. As always, they were the only one thinking and getting what he had already figured out.

“Good. Get into position before the main gate. Facing inward.”

“The enemy is inside already?”

“Likely. And this is their way out.”

“They? Who is our enemy?”

“Clone force 99.”

The door opened.

Both troopers and elite squad raised arms. But instead of prisoners or the bad batch, Howzer stepped outside.

“Oh.” Tech stated flatly. He hadn’t considered the inner emotional workings at play. Again.

“Brothers!” Howzer call out to the troopers. “What are we doing? We came her to free Ryloth from separatist control. And we succeeded. But look around you. Now we are being ordered to target the very people we sworn to protect! And I will not be a part of it any longer.”

The captain threw down his weapon.

“Who is with me?”

For a short second no one moved. Tech felt his head running at high speed, calculating every option for further action. ONCE, standing next to him, started shaking.

He went cold.

If ONCE threw down their weapons now, they were dead. Tech could do nothing to save them from the empire. Admiral Rampart or whoever imperial was in charge would court martial them. Y/N would be dead. He didn’t need to calculate the chances for that, to know their survival rate were slim.

Please don’t leave me. Tech, suddenly ready to pray to whoever gods were willing to listen to his pleas, leant towards Y/N, unable to stop himself.

They stopped shaking the moment his armour touched theirs.

Some of the regs laid down their weapons. ONCE kept their rifle, unmovable. Relief washed over Tech.

“Arrest those traitors.” He ordered, thinking of anything else but the one person he truly wanted to be saved right now. Even if he had to sacrifice a battalion of regs for that to draw attention away from Y/N.

The elite squad and the loyal troopers moved in. Tech felt detached from what was happening. Nothing mattered. Not even the shuttle with his brothers lifting off somewhere.

He wanted Y/N, wanted to hold them and whisper sweet words and promises he damn well intended on keeping just to make sure that they would be fine and safe. He looked up to see his Y/N putting hand cuffs on Howzer, sneaking a small blade into his boot. His brain registered it but did not care. As far as he was concerned ONCE could commit every act of treason and he would still be ready to commit mass murder just to cover their tracks. Whatever Tech had thought he could keep to himself was brought bare before him the moment Y/N had been in mortal danger, his need for Y/N unable to be hidden.

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Part 6

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Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams

Howzer x Imperial! reader

Reader’s pronouns : they/them (masculine labels used) 

Warning(s) : fluff, Angst(?), short, my crappy writing

summary : You’re an Admiral who’s visiting on the planet Ryloth. During your visit, you get dragged away from your boyfriend, Howzer. He tells you about a well nightmare that’s been haunting him ever since he was told you were arriving. 

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“They’ve arrived, sir.” Howzer reported. The imperial officer, Vice Admiral Rampart turned to the teal blue Captain. 

“Who is here, Captain.” the confusion and irritation spread over his face. Before the clone could say a word, the door slid open. Two clone troopers walked down. They stepped to the side. 

“Admiral.” Rampart straighten his posture, hands clasping behind his back. The Admiral stepped up to them both, glancing at Cham Syndulla. “I was not informed you were coming.” Rampart was stopped by a raised hand.

“Yes, I am aware of that. I was sent to keep an eye on things.” They spoke in a monotone voice. They turned to the orange male twi’lek. “Syndulla,” Admiral greeted before continuing. “I was informed that your people seem to be having trouble..adapting.” His chin lifted. 

“I assure you, the Galactic Empire are welcomed with  open arms.” The Admiral didn’t break eye contact. Their hands were behind their back. They stood tall as their eyes narrowed in the slightest.

“Good, I am pleased to hear that. Just as promised, the Empire will protect you and your from danger.” They excused themselves, turning back to the Captain. “Captain, please do give me a tour. I have work to do.”

Howzer seemed off. Usually he’d answer right away. He was lost in his thoughts. It was cut short by a single cough from Rampart. He was glaring at him. “Uh yes, Admiral.” He put his helmet on as he walked with them. They held out their holopad as they walked down the hallway. Howzer however was still wasn’t completely all there. Parts of his dream popped into his head over and over again. He glanced at them, watching them writing reports.

“Um Admiral, sir.” They looked up at him.

“Yes, Captain?” Howzer pulled them into a storage room. He took his helmet off. The Admiral’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Howzer what is this about? You’ve been acting strangely-” 

“I saw something..” He started. “A dream, a nightmare. You were here on Ryloth.” Their gaze soften, placing their hand on his shoulder. Howzer was tense. Very tense.

“Howzer, we can talk about it later, right now it isn’t the time. I leave before the sun rise. We can talk about this then.” Howzer said silent. They sighed, living a quick on his cheek. “I promise. Come on.” They walked out as they gave their holopad all of the attention. Howzer smiled. He place his helmet over his head before walking next to the Admiral. 

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He waited outside of their ship. His helmet rested under his arm. He was still nervous. The noises around him disappeared. The only thing he could hear is the faint voice of an imperial officer screaming his name. This scream became clearer. It was the Admiral’s voice that was screaming. His Admiral. It continued to surround him as his eyes were tightly shut. 

 “Captain?” 

He opened his eyes. The screams disappeared. He turned around. the two troopers were both sides of them. “Leave us.” They turned to each other, leaving. The Admiral walked up to him. Concern was all over their face.

“You...We were walking. The ground was shaking and rocks were falling. We got separated and then you were screaming out to me..” He couldn’t finish the story. 

“And then a rock fell down on me. That’s the ending, isn’t it.” Howzer continued to stay quiet. They cupped his face. “Howzer. I know that when you’re with me I’ll always be safe. It was nightmare, I’m alright.” Hower gave out a breathless chuckle. 

“Yeah, you’re right.” He placed a kiss on their forehead. “It was a nightmare.” They smiled softly. The Admiral gave him a hug. Howzer was still getting use to affection. He slowly wrapped his arms around them. 

“Goodnight Captain.” They signaled their troopers. The troopers were by their side. 

“And sweet dreams.”

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//Yeah so I hope reading this wasn’t confusing since I didn’t use “you.” So if anyone was confused, You’re the Admiral lol. Uh if anyone wants to request a character go right ahead, I really don’t mind. Anyways hope all your day is going well!

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