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wetsocksinbed · 21 days
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tl;dr Clone asks if having sex as a Jedi is allowed, Ahsoka says yes
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redbean-nom · 4 days
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star wars by silm logic
for the silm-sw dual citizens:
I was wondering what would happen if star wars (particularly tbb bc that's the currently-releasing bit of star wars) adhered to silm logic:
Hunter is the local leader of a hidden city (Pabu)
Omega is the heir
Rex is the overall leader of a warring people (clone rebellion)
Hemlock is the local leader of a branch of the Forces of Evil
Palpatine is the overall Enemy
so therefore
Rex and Echo gather an army of escaped clones. They rescue Cody or Wolffe from the Empire. Song and fire are greatly involved.
Themes of rising hope are invoked as they make a stand against the Empire. The clone rebellion grows further.
They are initially victorious and manage to rescue the clone prisoners from Tantiss with few casualties. Hemlock is ousted and flees to the heart of the Empire (but his operation will return in time)
Echo goes to check on the Batch on Pabu and ask them to ally with him and Rex in the upcoming battle.
They march on Coruscant. Things suddenly go disastrously wrong. Cody is killed in battle. Rex faces Palpatine in single combat.
Rex dies tragically.
Eagles.
Echo tells Hunter about the battle. They are delayed on their way and attempt to ride to the rescue. The Batch arrives just after the deaths. Echo is sad.
Pabu is betrayed while the Batch is on Coruscant.
Pabu is invaded by the Empire. Hemlock subjugates the people into his weird clone experimentation program.
Dragons.
The Batch returns to destroyed/invaded Pabu and is unable to intervene.
While attempting to protect their city most of the Batch dies.
Echo is very sad.
Hunter is captured and killed in front of Omega.
Omega escapes and swears an Oath mourns the Batch.
Echo is broken by grief for the ghosts of his past and vanishes.
Omega later becomes a Rebellion leader, carrying the memories of the failed clone rebellion and the haven of Pabu with her.
Echo fades/dies on some random planet as the forgotten remnant of the GAR/Clone rebellion.
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Obi-Wan: *Tells Anakin about a super important top secret mission they’re assigning him to hopefully catch Grievous.* 
Anakin:
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seven-oomen · 6 months
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Rex and Ahsoka moments, The Clone wars by Karen Traviss
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Togrutas had head-tails, but unlike Twi'leks, Togrutas had three, much shorter than the twin Twi'lek lekku. Ahsoka's-vividly striped-now hung down in front of her shoulders in a way that made her look crestfallen. "That makes sense," she said at last.
"So... are you scared?"
"Yes. Are you?"
"You bet."
"But you're all bred to be fearless."
Rex laughed. "All the same, eh?"
"Well... you are clones."
Rex sat his helmet on his knee. He couldn't show her the head-up display projected onto the inside of his visor, because the helmet wouldn't fit over her head-tails. But he could transmit something from his database to her 'pad. The lesson was nearly complete. They'd get on just fine after this, he knew it.
"Like Togrutas," he said. "You're all pretty much the same, too."
"What?"
"Take a look at the species database we're given. It says so." Rex slid his hand inside the helmet and activated the link. "Come on-check your 'pad."
Ahsoka grabbed the datapad from her belt and stared at the screen. At first
her frown was just one of concentration, but then it deepened into concern. She narrowed her eyes. "Well, that's just not true." She started reading aloud. "Most Togrutas are not independent. Many species are under the impression that Togrutas are venomous... Togrutas enjoy eating thiamars, small rodent- like creatures... well, that's not fair. I'm not like that at all."
Rex smiled. Point made. Ahsoka met his eyes for a few moments, then nodded in concession.
"Do we have an understanding, Padawan?"
"Yes, Captain." She smiled back, restrained at first, then with a broad grin; yes, Togrutas did have the sharp predator's teeth of their ancestors. But the poor kid must have felt terribly alone right then. "There's nothing quite like experience."
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A small creature-nothing Rex could identify-shot out from the rubble and raced away from them. Ahsoka's head jerked around; her eyes never left the creature as she walked, her head eerily steady-unnaturally steady-the whole time. It was a hardwired reflex reaction to rapid movements. In that moment, Rex saw her for what she was: still a predator, a fast and precise hunter, just as he was the agile, opportunistic, cooperative team animal his ancestors had been. In a war like this, a predator was a great asset.
She's got the right stuff. Let's hope we can keep her from killing herself proving it.
The tiny ball of dark fur darted a few more meters to another vantage point. "Please, not lunch...," Rex said. "At least, not while I'm looking."
"No, rodents give me gas." Ahsoka laughed, and turned her head away from the creature. Then she scanned the horizon slowly, her huge eyes slightly narrowed. Of course; she'd have terrific long-distance vision, a legacy of her predator heritage. Then she pointed, extending her arm slowly.
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ineffablejaymee · 1 year
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"Anakin doesn't talk to me anymore"
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rexxdjarin · 1 year
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the Star Wars universe does not have enough Captain Rex content in it.
i demand more.
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rexscanonwife · 24 days
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I know a lot of ppl aren't comfortable with seeing canon/canon ships with their f/os but rexwalker is honestly such a comfort for me 😭😭
Like? It's there, Anakin is so in love with rex it makes him look stupid, and he doesn't even realize it. It also helps that Ani is my best friend so you know 💖🫶💖
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kopykunoichi · 1 year
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Okay listen, I love Ahsoka. Okay? I love her.
I know there's no way she could have stayed on Coruscant after Order 66. But the fact that it's Rex and Echo and Riyo working together to save the clones and she's just out there laying low, out of contact, done with the fighting, etc...it just seems so out of character to me. Hell, Trace and Raffa have contributed more at this point!
Ahsoka, who wouldn't even kill the clones who were actively hunting her (on three separate occasions). Ahsoka, who risked everything to save Rex's life. Ahsoka, who always had a closer relationship to the boys than any other Jedi. Ahsoka, who had told Rex that he was her best friend...just ups and leaves and eventually "loses contact" with him for years and then sends Kanan and co. with a loose lead and a tactical droid to find him?
I know she was traumatized by what happened with the Jedi. I know she was burned out. And I've read some good fanfiction that did a better job of explaining this than anything in the novel or the show. But honestly, I'm still just so perplexed that it happened at all.
She should have stayed in contact with Rex. She should have been helping with the effort to rescue Wolffe and the men, even if she couldn't be on Coruscant. She should have been using the Force to help locate and remove their chips, as she did with Rex. She should have been helping them find places to lay low so they wouldn't get caught. She had so many things to say about how the Jedi and the government were failing the citizens of the Republic, but when those men - her brothers in arms for almost 4 years - needed her most, she did nothing.
When Rex told Echo that "good help was hard to come by" and Echo hung his head and decided to leave his brothers and sister to go where he was needed, I just couldn't help but think that she should have been a part of that too. Fives gave his life to try and free the clones from their inhibitor chips. Echo is continuing the work his brother died for. Ahsoka only knew to save Rex at all because of two words: "Find Fives". She got off that ship alive because of Rex. But when Rex needed her most, for a mission of his own choosing, she wasn't there.
Hear me on this, I'm not hating on her character. I just felt that this particular writing choice for her was way off base. The Ahsoka I know wouldn't have abandoned her brothers, especially after she had just buried so many of them wearing *her* face on their helmets because she meant the world to them.
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identityflawed · 5 months
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captain rex character study
tw: battle scene, death, gore, odd thoughts
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REX SOMETIMES FELT small. Laughably small, inanely so, like a tick on the mane of a manka cat, plucked off by a tamer and squished thoughtlessly between their fingers. Dead in an instant, with no knowledge of just how vast the real world was. No funerals for the bloodsucker, no mourners for the soldier.
Such emotions were an irregularity, almost certainly carried into his mind on the backs of war machines and mass destruction. Back on Kamino, in the barracks he shared with his birth cohort, he’d never felt like this. The pristine halls of Tipoca City were claustrophobic, despite the height of the Kaminoans that so often traversed them. He’d asked his brothers, in their quieter moments, if they’d experienced this oddity. Some said yes, some said no, others said they had no clue what he was trying to say.
Even his accelerated growth modifications did little to allay this… feeling. If he thought about it for too long, his head would begin to hurt. The complexities of his existence — twenty-four years of life, training and biological processes in a mere decade — were utterly useless in the face of a droid army’s blaster rifles and rhythmic footfalls.
And that was what he stared down now, so he stowed away his foible and ran headlong into battle alongside his men.
Christophsis, by all accounts, was a beautiful city with less-than beautiful people. Rex was born and raised seeing nothing but identical faces and his long-necked creators, and he'd thought that he'd be able to enjoy the new people he might meet while fulfilling his duty.
Not here.
Christophsians had a tendency to look down on those who immigrated from off-world, employing them as slaves or underpaid labor workers in the crystal mines that mapped the underside of their capital, Chaleydonia. Once renowned for its glittering crystalline skyscrapers and impeccably-made jewelry, the so-called Crystal City now sat in ruins, blue-green fragments breaking under Rex’s boots.
The buildings at the center of the City Plaza had suffered the most damage from Republic artillery, cannon fire shaking the ground from behind clone forces with distinct pauses between. Rex could picture his brothers hoisting steel shells into the cannon, calling aloud to send another streaking bolt of blue towards the clanker ranks.
He shook the image out of his head and focused on what was in front of him. His helmet HUD lit up in a frenzy, identifying standard B-1s, silver SBDs, the spindly legs of rotating spider droids and the rumbling overture of approaching tanks. Packed in as he was with his men on a standard frontal assault, it was difficult to bob and weave from the blaster fire. In his periphery, a few clones were shot down. Headshots sent a static noise through their shared comm line, but Rex found it within himself not to wince.
Droids numbered in the thousands as they surged through the ruined city, spewing superheated scarlet volleys towards them. A new squadron of spider droids reached the forefront of their attack, their turrets firing in sluggish, powerful bursts. Rex dove to the side to avoid the onslaught, and the ground where he’d been standing was instantly scorched and scarred by the shrieking hyphen of gas.
He rolled over his shoulder and popped back up just in time to see a darkened silhouette landing atop the spider droid’s sloping carapace. A pillar of sky-blue light illuminated in the figure’s hand, driven straight into the droid’s head. In one smooth, coordinated move, the silhouette hung from the saber and dragged it down the droid’s head, before sweeping it wide and relieving the machine of its only weapon. A final slice at the legs on the way down, and the droid crumpled in a whining, whirring heap, smoke and sparks pouring from the question mark -shape drawn across its body. The droids caught beneath it in its dying collapse let out shrieking wails as they were easily dispatched by nearby clones.
General Skywalker couldn’t deny himself a dramatic entrance, and Rex was glad that his commanding officer had skill to match his melodramatic flair. The golden-haired Jedi found Rex in the mess of things, but recognition was fleeting as he was swept back into the tide of battle.
Rex opened fire once more with his twin pistols, reloading them without pausing in his own miniature onslaught for even a second. Muscle memory allowed him to pop out cartridges with a hard flick of the wrist, and then angle his blaster so he could slide the next one in by lining it up on his hip. One then the other. As soon as that was done, he followed his general into the fray.
Another bout of cannon fire shook the ground, taking out a whole squadron of droids on the left, and several more on the right. Rex landed a series of shots on several battle droids, and watched with grim satisfaction as fire burned holes in their metal hearts, spewing glistening oil from the hole as they imploded. If he really focused, he could see his men doing the same with their repeating rifles. At least one — Patchwork — had managed to repair their only flamethrower, and was carving a path of destruction down the eastern front, noxious smoke gushing out into the air. Another — Strale, telling by the eye decal on his helmet — had fashioned a makeshift grenade launcher out of an SBD chestplate, and was launching them wantonly into the enemy lines.
A world’s worth of effort, and it still wouldn’t be enough. Rex felt himself zoning out, his body moving for him. Briefly, he could imagine a bird’s eye view of the skirmish, reducing each of his men into white pinpricks versus taupe and gray, their battlefront into a warring division of red and blue. That’s all he was, one in many. Just a number.
And whatever that meant for him… he found it mattered less as the man beside him was obliterated by a spider droid round. Blood splattered on his helmet, and his visor cleaned it immediately. So what if he was just one man? He had a job to do and a Republic he was proud to serve. Men he was proud to protect, a general he was proud to follow.
All he needed to do was shoot, and shoot to kill. 
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thecleverqueer · 1 year
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Dear Dave,
So, I had a discussion with Ahsoka Tano, and she’s not happy with the whole Lux Bonteri coming back situation. Well… At first, she said “who TF is Lux Bonteri?” as he was THAT vanilla-mid, mediocre, annoying and un-memorable. Apparently, she’d forgotten that he existed after all that she has been through in her life. Basically after I reminded her of his existence she said, “Oh! The dude that I had a crush on back when I was, like, 16?! Shit! I was young, stupid and sheltered. It’s been, like, 30 years. Who even remembers their teenage crushes at my age!? Um. I kind of remember him being sort of a boring asshole side character now that I think about it. Yeah. No way! I wouldn’t get with him now… even if he looked like Jude Law.”
She basically said that she’s queer, Dave. She thought that was obvious, but she does realize that this could never be canon. She knows that you, Disney and Lucasfilm like to kowtow to homophobics and queer-hating governments abroad, so she was totally cool with you just queer-coding the shit out of her while completely baiting almost all of her sapphic fan base. It’s why you didn’t have her and Trace show any real affection for one another in season 7 of the Clone Wars despite you clearly keeping most of the elements of the “boyfriend arc” in tact, and why you scrapped Kaeden Larte from the novel in that Tales of the Jedi short that you didn’t have to retell but did anyway. We see you. We get it. She understands.
She thought that you might just keep her sexuality in a state of limbo as you have that “paternal eye”. That way, no one gets hurt by your animators’ and writers’ queer-baiting, homophobic assholes don’t flip the fuck out that she’s not straight, and no one truly gets what they want. After all, a character’s sexuality isn’t important unless it is crammed down the viewers’ throats… gay or straight.
She then admitted that if you ABSOLUTELY HAD TO put her with a male love interest because you felt like you had to bend the knee to some heteronormativity kink, because you have absolutely run out of other story ideas for her, or because you know that her character has zero growth and development left as she is in her 40s (and you know as well as we do that there is no where else to go), then she has two men that she will accept as love interests:
1.) First, she said she wouldn’t mind Rex. She said that she loves Rex… not really like THAT, but that she and Rex have such a deep, lovely, platonic friendship that she feels like Rex would respect her (unlike Bonteri). Their history together would make him a great option, and he does seem like he would make great husband material. She understands that he’s old and that his aging is accelerated, but that’s really part of the allure, she feels.
2.) Second, she said she’d be cool with Din Djarin. She doesn’t think that he’d necessarily be interested in her, but if she promised to train Grogu, then maybe he would settle down with her. She said that Pedro Pascal Din honestly has some sort of weird animalistic attractiveness about him that she wouldn’t hate either. Once again, Din is a respectful guy, and he did call her a “nice lady” once after she went feral and attacked him for no reason.
She said she would go ahead and consider being with the Jude Law character if that’s the angle you REALLY wanted to take as long as he was new, nice and respected her above all else (because, let’s face it, it is Jude Law), but she also said you can go and f*^% yourself if he is casted as Lux Bonteri (her words, not mine).
Sincerely,
A self-proclaimed Ahsoka simp that understands how a 40-something-year-old woman thinks, oh, and Ahsoka Tano.
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graylinesspam · 1 year
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If the past was determined to drag her back then maybe she could let it for a night. She was stuck in a deserted station out in the middle of nowhere for the next couple of days. She had nothing else to do but sleep and think. And at least if she imagined campfires and full bellies she wasn't thinking about where Rex was right now or wondering for the millionth time whether or not Anakin was alive.
So Ahsoka could indulge her less-than-respectable urges once in a while. She could spend a few hours pretending she was still a kid.
She pulled a plastoid chest plate down from the shelves behind her and laid it on the ground. She'd used one of these as a pillow many times. Though not ideal for comfort it fed the grieving nostalgia that the fifteen-year-old kid in the back of her mind was always begging for.
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crispyjenkins · 2 years
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As promised, STRIKE  is  often working joint with the 501st, but sometimes they’ll be fighting battles on the same planet for weeks, and still never see each other, because they’re entire continents away. Rex tries not to let it get to him.
it’s done! i have a tiny epilogue thing i’ll be posting over here in a few minutes, but the story on ao3 is complete 🤗
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jebiknights · 2 years
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I hate how much the weird sexism just randomly blindsides me sometimes with Traviss's writing bc aside from that, i love her characterizations a lot ughhh
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Do you see the love? 😭
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seven-oomen · 6 months
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The novelization of the Clone wars movie and the interactions between Rex and Ahsoka are freaking killing me. He's such a big brother from minute one. Dear god help me they are too cute 🥺🥺
Also, not Rex putting Ahsoka in her place by showing her ridiculous info on Togrutas in order to break her preconceived ideas on how all clones; are the same person. Absolute King behaviour.
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wantonlywindswept · 4 months
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post-order 66 identity fuckery au because vader decides he misses rex. he can't have rex, but he does have that clone who rex always spoke of with grudging fondness and who cody often compared rex's personality to and--
that's close enough, right?
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CC-1010 doesn't know why he says it, probably due to his impending death, but he's gotten Vader's attention off of the troopers that fired on him and solely focused on him, and he can march on entirely happy with that.
So maybe something in his brain misfires, because he feels Vader's invisible grip around his throat and something angry and petty and cruel rears up in him and he spits,
"He would be fucking ashamed of you."
And 1010 doesn't. Actually know exactly who he's talking about? Entirely? But he knows it hits because Vader freezes and then Vader roars, and instead of being choked to death or his neck snapped or his head separated from his body, 1010 hits the wall again and again and again and--
1010 wakes up.
He's a little surprised.
He doesn't entirely remember why he's surprised.
He doesn't...remember a lot, actually. 
But he wakes up, and he's in a set of officer's quarters (seems right), with the hum of machinery telling him he's on a starship (seems wrong). His throat's as dry as Geonosian dust but when he stumbles blearily into the fresher to get a drink, a jolt of electricity zips up his spine when he catches sight of himself in the mirror. 
(Wrong wrong wrong wrong--)
1010 runs a palm over his light-colored hair with a frown. The ends are short and prickly, like he'd only just buzzed it. It matches with his face--mostly unscarred, devoid of any tattoos--and it looks familiar, but the perspective seems off, somehow, like the angle of viewing is wrong (wrong wrong wrong). 
But 1010 just shrugs, and turns on the water to drink straight from the tap. He's pretty sure that he's used to everything being Wrong.
He's wiping his mouth on a towel when the door of his quarters opens--
catches sight of black armor and feels fear anger terror hate fear fear fear
--and steps out of the fresher to snap to attention, adrenaline kicking through his veins.
"Sir," he salutes crisply.
Darth Vader watches him, silently. Tilts his death's head like a hunting bird eyeing its prey. 
"At ease, Captain."
1010 blinks.
He's pretty sure he was a commander. Was he demoted?
But now that he thinks about it, he can't really remember his last posting. He knows that he was in charge of other clones, in a position to give orders, and that was well within the duties of a Captain. 
Besides, it's not like Darth Vader could be wrong.
"Are you well enough for duty?" Vader asks. He gestures toward the armor rack in the corner, which holds a set of plastoid lined in royal blue. The colors and markings are familiar enough, even if 1010 thinks it would look better in red.
1010 mentally checks himself over: besides the lingering feeling of Wrongness, his body is entirely free of pain. It seems novel, for some reason. 
"Yessir."
"That's good, Rex," Vader says, voice oddly cautious. "Get geared up, and we'll go to the command deck."
Rex, 1010 thinks. He recognizes the name, fondness curling in his chest at the sound of it. It's a good name. 
Rex nods easily, which makes Vader relax.
He crosses over to his armor and pulls the jaig-eyes helmet over his head.
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