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A Prince of Dathomir - Chapter 88

Maul x Nightsister OC

Contains/Warnings: none

Chapter Summary: Zaiya encounters hug therapy and Crosshair contemplates his feelings.

Downtime - Part 2

She recalled the same feeling when Boba had done this but Hardcase of course was significantly bigger than the boy. Her arms hovered in the air for a moment before she forced herself to relax and lower one hand to rest on his arm across her chest and the other gently patted his back.

He was very warm, even through the fabric of the cadet uniform and seemed much larger than her all of a sudden. He was firm and very strong, she realised. She also realised she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a hug from anyone … it had to be Adaji. She remembered thinking a while ago she regretted not giving out more hugs but… it just felt like such an odd thing for her to do. That being said… she did not mind such an embrace. He lingered for a moment longer, his face close to her ear.

“You alright there, Hardcase?” she asked softly.

“You… you’re just… you’re so good to us,” he whispered in a ragged tone. Was- was he crying? Her eyes widened and he just held on a little tighter. She petted his back hesitantly and her eyes drifted to the others, a wide-eyed expression on her face. Ninety-Nine had a hand over his mouth and was struggling not to laugh. Tup had a tiny smile on his face and Soul had the biggest tooka eyes she’d ever seen on a human. Dogma however looked like he was about to faint.

“H-Hardcase! You can’t…! She’s the Lieutenant-General!” Dogma sputtered. That seemed to get to him and Hardcase pulled back a little, then he realised his hands were on her waist and quickly let go.

“Better?” she asked, and he nodded, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.

“Y-yeah, sorry about that… I just… the others, and even the brothers that have deployed… people don’t treat us like you do,” he finally looked at her.

“Well I cannot speak for others,” she frowned, unable to hide the distaste in her voice.

“Wow… I feel… you-you give really good hugs, has anyone ever told you that?” Hardcase grinned, he looked rather energised now.

“...Hm… not really, I don’t--” she glanced to the side and cleared her throat. “It doesn’t happen often,” she explained and shifted awkwardly.

“Well I’m fixing that!” Hardcase announced and she looked up sharply as he strode over and dragged Tup by the collar, practically shoving him in her direction. “Hugs! Right now!”

Was he serious? She was his Lieutenant-General. She was a Nightsister and Right Hand to a former Sith! And-and she was having soldiers flung at her to embrace them? It felt weird, awkward and -- then she realised if it was Feral or Savage she would not hesitate.

“Well I suppose if we are testing Hardcase’s theory…” she muttered with a sigh and a closed smile. What could it hurt? Tup was hesitant and leaned forward, but as she carefully wrapped her arms around his shoulders, he sagged and leaned into her a little. He didn’t linger as long as Hardcase but he seemed to enjoy the moment, from the smile on his face when he stepped back. Soul was next and ducked his head as he extended his arms. The whole scenario was so strange and certainly not what she thought she would be doing this morning. Soul was a little more slender than his brothers, leaner and he fit in her arms much the same way Feral did. There was much about him that reminded her of Feral, she wondered if he was just as mischievous too. She chuckled at the look on his face once he pulled back, he seemed to be a little flushed.

“Hardcase was right…” he mumbled and finally Dogma stood there, wide eyed and rigid.

“I…this isn’t… I’m sorry--” Zaiya waved a hand and chuckled.

“It’s alright, Dogma, permission granted,” she told him and he very hesitantly drew in. He was stiff and awkward but she could not blame him. She patted his back gently and honest to Goddess she heard the tiniest whimper in her ear. “It’s alright, Dogma…” she whispered so the others couldn’t hear. He squeezed her tighter and she smiled.

“You… you smell really good…” he managed as he seemed to pry himself away with great difficulty.

“Do I?” she asked, her head tilted slightly. He nodded but couldn’t meet her eyes, he looked so flustered… they all did. Hardcase was beaming.

“I told ya!” he grinned, “but what about Ninety-Nine…?” Zaiya turned to look down at the hunched clone and smiled.

“If he would like one…?” she offered and if it were possible, his smile became wider.

“I would be honoured, Lady Siren,” he said fondly. He was not shy and as she leaned down, he wrapped her in a hug just as comfortingly warm as his eyes.

“The honour is mine, Ninety-Nine,” she replied and after a moment they parted. She felt a little invigorated now and Hardcase looked as if he were ready to float into the air. “Does that satisfy your curiosity?” she asked with a half-smile.

“Yeah! And if you ever want another--” he held out his arms and grinned, the look in his eye becoming more mischievous. “I could always satisfy your curiosity…” She levelled him with a flat stare, her brow rising. Did he really…?

“Hardcase!” Dogma snapped. He looked annoyed and she decided it was getting a little silly now. Hardcase must definitely be bold if he was saying such ridiculousness and messing with her.

“Right, you boys have places to be and I need Ninety-Nine’s help with something so…” she gestured toward her office door, the baby batch seemed to be hesitant but Dogma was quick to usher his brothers away and saluted her. Zaiya returned with her Nightsister greeting and watched them as they departed, Hardcase looking back with a grin before the door closed.

“I don’t know where they get the energy,” she chuckled and looked back to the hunched clone, moving to sit on the arm of the chair again to be more at his level. “They’re out of their barracks…?” she asked, in reference to their covert mission.

“Yes, they have shooting practice with one of the other trainers, they were pretty upset it wasn’t with you though,” Ninety-Nine smiled. “Did you get them finished?”

“I did, here…” she stood again and went to one of the drawers in her desk, she took out some fabric items then placed them on the table before her, letting him see. There were a few squares of red cloth cut, embroidered with the letter ‘T’ and the edges hemmed. Then there was a necklace, painstakingly woven from similar red threads, wrapped around a bullet, the construction was called a bantha tooth. The next items were a couple of loops of the same red fabric, plainly made but useful for the purpose in which they were designed. The last was a black and red plush figure, floppy arms, legs and long ears, mostly black, made of a discarded body glove and the same red fabric on the tips of each limb.

“You think it will help him sleep?” she asked, picking up the thing that was meant to be a tooka.

“I think so, he used t’ have another one I made him, though it was all black, and my stitching wasn’ so neat,” Ninety Nine chuckled and held his hand out. Zaiya handed over the doll into his large hands, the kind-eyed clone regarded it with fondness.

“What happened to it?” she asked, though she was sure she knew. Ninety Nine’s face became a little sadder.

“The Kaminoans didn’t think it was necessary for a soldier… the one called Jeru-Ti had it destroyed.” Zaiya’s brow dipped into a scowl. She knew there was a reason she disliked that one.

“Well he can’t get rid of this one, or else I will have many things to say,” she growled and ensured that Ninety-Nine had all the items in hand and concealed in a case she had procured for this reason. It was meant to be a surprise after all. “I will head to the range and keep them busy, if you take them and put the things on the boys' bunks, then they will discover them when they return.” she smiled, liking the sound of this plan.

“You don’t want to give them to the boys yourself? I know Crosshair will really like this gift of yours, he seems quite taken with you,” Ninety Nine asked and Zaiya tilted her head, leaning back slightly.

What was he talking about? Her eyes narrowed.

“You shouldn’t tease my delicate hearts like that, Ninety Nine,” she scoffed, a smirk playing on her lips. “And as much as I would like to see their faces when they receive their gifts, it’s not about that.” She shook her head and stepped back, gesturing to the door, “shall we?”

“Ladies first,” Ninety Nine gave a gesture of his own and Zaiya gave a little bow, lifting the now far shorter hem of her crimson sash as though she were lifting a skirt to curtsey. The clone seemed to find it very amusing and walked beside her as they ventured down the corridor. They parted ways at a junction and she promised to keep the targets of their little surprise occupied while Ninety Nine placed the items.

The firing range was thankfully not too busy and as usual, Crosshair was destroying his brothers in terms of points. She strolled in casually, regarding them with interest as she watched them practise, at one point Hunter threw a knife and Crosshair shot it out of the air. Their own cheers dulled when it hit the target, but only when they were aware of her presence. She applauded, clapping one hand on the back of the other, a wide smile on her face.

“Very clever,” she began but was suddenly yanked off her feet in a crushing hug by the taller of the four brothers.

“Siren!!!” Wrecker beamed.

“Hey… Tiny…” she squeaked and chuckled as he nuzzled her shoulder. “Not like you didn’t see me yesterday,” she laughed breathlessly.

“Aw I know…” he grinned.

“Put her down, Wrecker,” Crosshair hissed, stalking over. She assumed he was displeased with Wrecker embarrassing him by proxy, though she could see how Ninety Nine could have mistaken it for affection.

“Seems to be the day for hugs today,” she muttered as the big clone gently set her back down.

“Whaddya mean?” Wrecker asked.

“Oh, some of the other clones deemed it necessary to give me a dose of ‘hug therapy’,” she chuckled.

“Pft… the regs thought they could--” Cross began but cut himself off and looked away. Since when had he cared for breaches of protocol?

“Were they better than my hugs?” Wrecker asked earnestly and Zaiya brought a hand to her chin in thought.

“Hmmmmm…” she gave a melodramatic look and stroke to her chin as if it were difficult to decide. Wrecker’s shoulders slumped and he looked at her with big dejected eyes. “I don’t think there is anyone that gives hugs quite like you, Wrecker,” she finally admitted and the change was immediate. His posture straightened and his face brightened. “They claimed to be testing my own capabilities but perhaps it was just the ridiculousness of the moment,” she shrugged. Wrecker’s eyes lit up like he’d had an idea but Crosshair interrupted.

“Your sash is different,” he stated suddenly, his eyes narrow. Oh he was too perceptive for his own good.

“Is it?” she asked dismissively.

“It used to reach past your hand, now it’s only to the wrist.” He gestured to her left side and she had to force herself not to physically react more than a glance downward.

“How interesting,” she muttered. “You've caught me, I have two, the other had gotten stained and needed laundering.” She met his eyes as she spoke calmly but Crosshair eyed her with suspicion. “How observant of you,” she said, enunciating the ‘t’.

“It’s my job to be,” he retorted, flatly.

“Speaking of which, why don’t you show me some of your fancy new moves?” she asked with a half-smile. They always seemed to enjoy showing off a little, and she didn’t want them to think too hard about it.

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The training session went well enough, and as always, Ver’alor Siren seemed pleased with their progress. Perhaps she was too free with her praise… but Crosshair couldn’t help it. It felt good to hear it. The strange warm feeling when she called him ‘perfect’.

From the moment she’d appeared in their barracks in that cloak almost a year ago, he’d been curious about her. Then she showed up again a few months ago, and shot that toothpick into the target. He couldn’t explain the sudden rush of heat when he’d seen it. She was so different from the clones, the Kaminoans, then the war began and all these strange beings came to Kamino, yet she still seemed different. She was unafraid, accommodating, thoughtful… elegant.

Always in control.

The idea of her being touched and embraced by the regs made his blood boil, he didn’t know why he felt so angry, why he wanted to find out which of them it was and hurt them. It was bad enough that Wrecker had to jump all over her… and seeing the bruises on her arms from the larger clone’s punches had infuriated Crosshair.

Though, that day… Seeing her in that state, wild, bloody, fierce. He’d never been able to forget it. He'd always seen her so calm, as she was now, but that night she had practically been feral… why had he liked it so much?

He didn’t understand it.

He also didn’t understand why he craved her praise so much. It was stupid. He didn’t need her approval. He was a soldier, he was engineered to be far superior than any regular clone. She was his trainer, so maybe technically her approval was needed. But she wasn’t one of his brothers. It wasn’t the same. So why did his chest feel tight when she looked at him like that? With that small smile and warmth in her good eye. Even her green eye seemed welcoming when she looked at him.

He and his brothers were dismissed and Crosshair felt his feet were like lead, and he lingered in the hallway, turning back to watch Siren walk closer. The way she moved, the flutter of the sash she wore, the regal stance and her warrior braid… her eyes flicked to his and he fought not to look away.

“Everything alright, Crosshair…?” she asked in that voice that made him want to shiver. She stopped close and he could smell her perfume. Damn it. He’d never been drunk before but he had to wonder if this was what it felt like. He felt lightheaded and his mouth was dry.

“Fine,” he snapped. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t be stupid. And oh he knew how stupid he was being.

“Of course you are, I don’t think anything could ruffle you.” Was she mocking him? She had to know what she was doing to him… was it on purpose? Her gloved hand petted his pauldron and he felt her finger brush his neck.

He took in a sharp breath. The contact bolted through him like a shock up his spine. What the kark was wrong with him? Perhaps he should ask Tech, he didn’t trust the Kaminoans or their stupid droids. He only trusted his brothers.

He must have tensed or his face changed as her brows furrowed slightly and she slowly removed her hand. She seemed to school herself into a more professional manner and he steeled himself too.

“M’ fine,” he repeated, quieter.

“I know,” she replied, “still, a rest cannot hurt, right?” Her voice was so soft, uncharacteristic of her usual cadence. Was she worried about him? Meanwhile all Crosshair could do was nod. After she departed, he stood there for the longest time, willing himself to move.

To do something.

Eventually of course he must have, as Wreckers shouts permeated the fog of his mind. He had reached their barracks to see his brothers exclaiming over something. To his surprise he noticed Wrecker had a hold of that stuffed toy. Crosshair hadn’t seen it for ages, --hadn’t it been taken by the Kaminoans?

“Lula!” He boomed and held the little stuffed toy tooka aloft. “And you got fixed!” Wrecker held the tiny red paws between his almost comically large fingers.

Wait… red? The previous one didn’t have red fabric.

“Look, Cross,” Hunter spoke up and held up a piece of red fabric himself, a loop of scarlet which Cross wasn’t sure what it was until Hunter put it on his head. A headband…? “There’s something sewn into it… I don’t know what but… I was starting to get another headache and now it’s gone!” Hunter seemed happier and more relaxed than Crosshair had seen him in a long time. Crosshair turned to his last brother, curious.

“Did you get something Tech?” he asked, trying to sound disinterested.

“Indeed,” Tech turned, pushed his goggles up his nose and held out a small scrap of fabric. Crosshair frowned slightly, just that? “It is for cleaning my goggles and screens!” he smiled, “very useful.”

It was just like him; Tech always had preferred more practical things. It seemed that the gift-giver had been very thoughtful with each one of their little presents.

He usually would not have asked about it, or cared too much. All of this to drag his feet over to his own bed - he was hesitating. Part of him was fearful. What if he didn’t have anything?

Or worse, what if he did? He’d put together where these little gifts had come from, the observation earlier of the shorter sash and the evasive answer she’d given when he’d mentioned it more or less confirmed it. Was that why she’d insisted on lingering after the training session?

Sure enough, there was a glimpse of crimson on his sheets and he reached down to pick up the item. He brought it close and he realised the red was not just scraps of fabric, but threads, the fabric unwoven meticulously, then rewoven into long strands to be braided together into a cord. That cord passed through a hole carved into a bullet, from an old fashioned slugthrower.

A Bantha’s Tooth. Crosshair had read about them, it was a sniper’s token in other places of the galaxy. The GAR sniper held it delicately in his hands, almost as though it were sacred. As he brought it closer to his face, he could smell her perfume on the threads, his chest ached and he brought the necklace to his lips, and kissed the fabric softly. He didn’t even know why, it just felt right.

“What did you get, Cross?” Wrecker asked, always so nosey. Crosshair quickly put it on and tucked it under his body glove.

“None of your business,” he grumbled. He knew Wrecker would pester him about it for a while, too insatiably curious. Though he didn’t care. He wanted to keep this to himself for a while, to just have something to himself. Something she had given him. His hand lingered over the place where it hung around his neck. He’d never been given anything before. Perhaps he never needed to be given anything else. This was enough. And yet he knew he was greedy, wanting more.

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Hello my lovelies!

I hope you are doing well, some more fluff this week so if you have picked up on the pattern you know that I will be bringing the angst again soon. In next week's chapter, Consequences, Zaiya has to come to terms with repercussions of actions taken, and not taken. That will make sense next time.

As for me, thank you for the well wishes last week, I appreciate all of you and all of your kind comments and gifts! I got some amazing fanart and a wonderful fanfic OF THIS SERIES. I am blown away. This week is a little hectic too, unfortunately and I am actually moving this week, come Friday I will be relocating to an apartment and hopefully things will be less stressful there. Anyway, I hope you are all well and enjoyed this chapter, I love the comments, I love seeing the feedback, I love all of you! Thank you thank you!!! I shall see you all next week!

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for-the-sake-of-color · 6 months

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My Star, know Peace, for you Shine the Brightest of All

When Kix expressed his insecurities over being just another pretty face among an identical several million, he was probably hoping for some comfort. Perhaps fishing for compliments, maybe hoping for Nihlus to finally say "I Love You" What he had not been expecting was to be sat down and shown the contents of his soul through the eyes of his lover. Though in hindsight, it's not like he shouldn't have expected it. Rarely did Lord Brek do anything soft.

Nihlus, as a member of a genetically engineered (by the Mortis Lords for an unbeknownst to his people purpose) force sensitive species, has an ability like a sixth sense, to percieve souls. I also HC speciese like Yoda and Grogu's are capable of doing so as well.

Naturally, the stronger one's presence in the force is, the brighter their soul's aura is. But the Force Gods gave Nihlus' species a little gift: Predestination of a soulmate. This is displayed as an unusually bright aura.

What's funny is initially Nihlus just assumes Kix is just another really strong Jedi, having immediately beforehand meet Anakin Skywalker, but after a day or so he discovered what clones actually are, and managed to put two and two together.

And then for the next couple weeks he had a very hard time accepting Kix as his soulmate, because there's no way Nihlus just lost the entire life he had built, his whole clan, many of whom he had raised himself, and then lost his chance at getting his revenge for their loss to a stasis chamber, and the Force had the audacity to spit him out to this guy?

Kix is human, though, and about as force sensitive as a brick, so he has no idea their souls are 'predestined' for one another for a very long time. So he wants to know as much as everyone else why the hell the sith is so obsessed with him after Nihlus pays off his 'life-debt' to the medic by saving him in return, even after he decides independently that he wants to shack up with the man.

Showing Kix how Nihlus sees him is the closest he gets to admitting to both their bond and his love for a very, very long time.

Though at least Kix finally has an explanation for why Nihlus calls him 'My Star'

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techs-goggles9902 · 3 months

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Two Souls Entwined

Part 2 Captain Rex x oc

A/N: Im back! Told you I would be posting this week. Open to criticism!! This isn’t my best work, so FEEL. FREE. TO. CRITICIZE!!!

Word count: 1133 (I know, I went overboard)

Niva watched as her buir fought for his life; kicking, biting, punching, anything to defeat the enemy Mando. Both Mandos fought without their helmets, since they were kicked away by their opponent.

The pair tousle around the mud, in between the bodies of the fallen. Niva’s friends, comrades, and her family. All gone within a matter of minutes, all 50 have died to the hands of this white and red armored Mando and his lackeys.

I can’t watch him die… Niva gasps and remembers her buir gave her a small modified handheld Verpine Shatter Rifle for her birthday last year. Her newest birthday present, the little silver necklace, slaps against her collarbones as she scrambles to find her duffel bag.

Her birthday was last week, but was she really going to tell him that? She rummages through it, tossing her clothes aside, and finds the blaster tucked between her book and her helmet, wrapped in a shirt.

Her armor was too big for her, and they haven’t gotten a chance to reforge it, so the armor is neatly stacked in her duffel bag. Niva checks the charge on the blaster.

Thank the Maker, it’s full.

Sliping the barrel of the blaster ever so slightly through the tent flaps, Niva closes an eye to aim better. Through the scope, alining her crosshair to hit the Mando, she tries not to hit her buir, but it’s so hard to find an opening when they’re both thrashing around in the mud.

Three… two… dead.

She pulls the trigger, the blast is nearly silent as the blaster bolt leaves the barrel and into the Mando’s neck.

That’s the good thing about Niva’s clan of Mandalorians. They don’t miss. The Mando falls to the ground with a muffled thud, the sludge making a squelching sound as he lands face first in it.

Niva gasps, holstering the Verpine and dashing out of the tent, her curls flying in the wind behind her. Her boots are covered in mud as she runs down the hill, sliding the last few yards on her knees towards her buir.

The adrenaline ebbs away, the urge to fight is slowly drowned out by the pain of his injuries. He’s beaten to a pulp and can barely lift his head. Blood runs down his nose and into his mouth, there's an arch on the bridge of his nose that shouldn’t be there.

“Ad’ika…” his words are slurred as he tries to bring his bloodied hand to Niva’s cheek.

“Buir…” Niva takes his hand and gently holds it in her lap. Bodies are everywhere, not just her allies but her enemies, the red and white armored Mandos. She doesn’t have to check his pulse, scan him, or even look at his injuries. He’s dying.

“Nami… She called for… The distress beacon…” He rasps, coughing up blood onto his chest plate. Nami was one of Buir’s closest friends; Niva searches the land for her and finds Nami’s corpse lying face down in a small pond, the water now stained a muddy crimson.

Niva’s lip quivers and she bites her cheeks to keep from crying. She’s aware of the extent of her father’s wounds and she knows that when his deadly grip on her slowly ceases, her buir is dead. Her shoulders shake as she drops her father’s hand gently. Sobs rack through her small form.

He’s gone. He’s dead…

Like many children who went into battle with their buirs, Niva always prepared for the worst. But no matter how many times she rehearsed this moment in her head, nothing could prepare her for it to really happen. Cabur Veen, one of the most well known war heroes of Mandalore’s recent history, is dead.

But he was more than a hero. He was a father of three, a husband, a friend, and a son.

Ni su’cuyi, gar kyr’adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. Not gone, merely marching far away… Right, Buir? You always told me so…

A small rustle from behind her causes Niva to turn around. Letting out a small gasp, her fingers tighten around the Verpine but it’s too late. The red and white armored Mando, who should be dead, is pointing his blaster at Niva.

No… No, he shouldn’t be-

Bang.

Thin tendrils of smoke travel from the barrel of the blaster and up towards the sky.

The blaster bolt hits Niva right in between her collarbones, knocking the air out of her lungs. As her body falls limp onto the mud, the Mando’s does as well, and he’s actually dead this time.

Her vision blurs as her chest heaves for air, tendrils of smoke curl upwards out of her chest. A burning pain sears into the delicate skin and fragile bones, the smell of charred flesh and carbon find their way into her nostrils.

I’m dying… Aren’t I, Buir? She coughs, crimson droplets of blood flying past her lips. One more deep, shaky breath, and Niva’s vision fades completely.

Kal Skirata never expected to be sent to this camp. The Chaabar aren’t a clan to mess with, so there wasn’t a good reason for a distress call to find its way on the comm channels.

Running a hand over his close cropped hair before sliding his buy’ce on, Kal lets out a nervous breath. The hum of the ship’s engines was the only sound apart from the breathing of the 25 Mandos seated around Kal.

“You think they’re all right?” A Mando from his right asks, nudging his elbow gently.

Kal shrugs, “Doesn’t matter what I think. Cabur’s in danger and he has his kid out there…”

“Well… He’s Cabur Veen. He’ll be fine!” The Mando smiles from beneath his buy’ce, thrusting his fist in the air.

Oh, how wrong could he be? Within moments, the ship lands on the muddy terrain of the Chaabar campgrounds.

“Oh, wow… There was a massacre…” One Mando says.

“Aw, Nami… I knew her.” Another says.

Osik, this is terrible. How could another clan do this? Regardless of being enemies, these people had families… Kal weaves between corpses, scanning each of them with his HUD, just to double check they’re dead.

A small lifeform comes up on his scanner, making Kal’s heart rate spike up. It’s… It’s a little girl…

“Hey, I got a live one!” He yells to the others, rushing over to the little girl. A fresh, charred, smoking blaster hole is just between her collarbones. Kal touches his fingers to her carotid artery. It’s pumping, but just barely.

“Hey, ad’ika, can you hear me?” He asks, gently tapping her cheek as one of the medics comes running over. The girl’s eyelids flutter. She coughs, blood splattering all over Kal’s sand colored chest plate.

“Buir…” She whispers.

“No, I’m Kal. What’s your name, ad’ika?”

“N-Niva…”

Glossary & Pronunciation

Chaabar - fear [cha-BAR]

Ad’ika - little one, son, daughter, of any age [ah-DEE-kah]

Buir - dad/mom [BOO-ear] (no gender)

Ni su’cuyi, gar kyr’adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum - I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal [Nee soo-COO-yee, gar keer-AH-deesh, nee par-TIE-lee, gar dah-rah-SOOM]

Osik - shit [oh-sick]

Buy’ce - helmet [BOO-shay]

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zoruui · 2 years

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thinking abt night dual wielding false “darksabers” 😳 like what if these were imbued with sith magic, and like a parasite, they slowly possesses the wielder if used long enough...the shorter saber functions as a dagger, with the other as the primary sword.

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fun fact, long exposure to the sabers triggers the host to not only undergo a unique kind of rapid “decomposition” but the inky tar their bodies turn into develop force neutralizing properties. attacks like force grab, choke, or lightning are relatively useless. these properties will fade if the host is kept away from the sabers. if an opponent attempts to dismember the host with a lightsaber, the lost limbs can regrow or reattach. the kyber crystals of lightsabers that come into constant direct contact with the tar become prone to “infection”, which would eat at the crystal itself. infected crystals eventually become unable to be ignited.

what other little information exists of these sabers have largely been lost to time. palpatine once expressed some interest in them and wanted to see what they were capable of, but of course he wouldn't test them on himself. so what better candidate to do so under the guise of “relocating an asset to a secure location” than commander night- a reclusive and disposable clone who already operated more or less out of the public eye. however, when even palpatine himself was unable to control the sabers after they’d attached themselves to night, he decided to lock them away in the ruins of a sith temple. if he couldnt have them, no one could.

centuries later, night isn’t much more than a mindless vessel of sith goop and a myth. it’s in the sabers’ prideful nature to seek out challengers, and so they lie dormant until a new, fresh and living host enters the temple. stormtroopers or even scavengers who make the mistake of setting foot into the temple simply never come back out.

#star wars #swocs #clone trooper oc #82nd legion #commander night #nightraid #dark souls fans do you peep the abyss watcher pose #also pyramid head's dbd mori lol #my brain: brbrbrbrb soulsborne brbrbrbr star wars #tw blood #its halloween for me every day ok #fishermandraws

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leavingautumn13 · 8 months

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so, i did the full custom party thing for my solo playthrough of bg 3, using my first character from my first campaign (ligeia, second from left), and my two friends' characters from our first campaign (zola, far left, and mordran, far right).

it's funny--thelxiope (second from right, my second player character, ligeia's baby sister) has played the role of "immortal chaotic evil not-lich semi-antagonist" for so long in my head and in the campaign i'm writing, it's jarring to jump back to her roots as somebody's kid sister.

but i'm glad she and ligeia get to adventure together.

#autumn.personal #baldur's gate 3 #d&d #autumn plays bg3 #autumn.oc #oc: thelxiope #oc: ligeia #so in our first campaign ligeia died on her way home after casting sending to tell her mom she was finally coming home #and thelxiope who was 19 at the time joined the party in her place. and um. swore bloody vengeance on the people who killed her sister #and in her pursuit of vengeance became immortal. started snatching peoples' souls to create clones of herself.#generally did a lot of stuff her neutral good cleric sister would NOT have approved of #but she did get her vengeance in the end.#the rest is both history and an upcoming spelljammer campaign i'm writing and will hopefully be playing soon #alkdglj don't mind me i'm having feelings in this chili's tonight

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darksouls2yuri · 10 months

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shrine of amana vacation!!!!

#my art #oc: fish #dark souls 2 #shrine of amana #bg is my screenshot btw i used the clone + blur tools to get rid of in game fish lol

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itstimeforstarwars · 2 months

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I'm getting to a point in writing where I want to write more about my ocs than about the canon characters but at the same time it feels like going to middle school art club and being like "this is trilly, they're nonbinary and homeless in the fantasy 1940s and they're traveling with their partner whose name is Starlight and she was an orphan saved by one background character from one book and they're traveling to find Trilly's uncle and cousin who went missing in the war and I think they're really cool so please care about them!"

#chit chat #obviously trilly is not a character for this fandom but i do often feel the same way about like. elmga. or neeli.#or bones lmao #everyone shut the fuck up about obi wan im gonna tell you about this miracle clone medic with lots of anxiety #ughhhh #writing about your ocs is cool and awesome and not embarrassing but alsoooo i was on ffnet in 2013 #when having an oc that was even just a girl was prime mary sue flame bait #that didn't stop me from doing it but even after a decade im still waiting for people to be like 'stop talking about ur cringe ass ocs #and get back to the actual story'#ugh ugh ugh #it's so embarrassing to be a writer y'all #im out here every fuckin day baring my soul through the lens of fantasy just for fun #saying things like 'i wish that when i was in pain it mattered to others'#or 'the enormity of choices overwhelms me so i am going to write this story over and over again and maybe it will be different this time'#but it will not #they have beem dead since the beginning #but we sing it anyway #and i say this all mostly by putting obi wan in Situations but sometimes i wanna talk about my ocs too #what if there was an awesome doctor. and they cared about what was wrong with you.#isn't that a nice fantasy? it's one of my favorites.

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vodika-vibes · 10 months

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Corrie quotes ~

Thire: What's gone wrong, Dusk?

Dusk: Hey! That’s one hell of a thing to say to a person. Just because I’m calling doesn’t mean there’s a crisis.

Thire: That’s technically true, I suppose. Why are you calling?

Dusk: Well... There’s a crisis.

#star wars #tcw #clone oc #captain dusk #commander thire #dumbass twins #only theyre not actually twins #theyre soul twins #there we go

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megafrost4 · 2 years

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A sweet surprise for my sweet boy

Comment if you want to be tagged!

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Original Clone Trooper Character & Original Male Character Characters: Original Clone Trooper Character(s), Original Male Human Character(s), CT-7567 | Rex, CT-5597 | Jesse, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Hardcase (Star Wars), Boba Fett Additional Tags: Original Character(s), ARC Troopers (Star Wars), ARC Trooper Training, Clones, Falling In Love, music heals the soul, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, emotions are hard, He is learning, Forbidden Love, Secret Relationship, Dreams and Nightmares Summary:

You have suffered enough And warred with yourself It's time that you won

#ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #star wars #clone wars #clones #arc #arc trooper #soul #oc #clone oc

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silvermoongirl10swfics · 2 years

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Got a fire in my soul snippet

I am so sorry that it is taking me so long to update Got a fire, but I am hoping to post chapter 9 tomorrow. Would be fitting as tomorrow is 10/10(/22)!

In apology, here is a little snippet for you to enjoy! (This starts with Fox reflecting how much happier he is, now he and Quin had admitted their feelings for each other.)

But as the shift got into motion, he (Fox) felt like he needed to look over his shoulder. He felt so much happier and found it hard keeping the smile off his face and it was clear this had been noticed by everyone in the Station. It had been a long time since he was this happy and he knew everyone wanted to know what had changed since last shift, but he just didn’t want to be questioned about it. He noticed Chief Windu and Ponds looking at him with relieved smiles and everyone else seemed surprised but happy at the change in him, thankfully none of them approached him. All except one.

Manner knew something had happened and wanted to know what had happened.

Fox spent most of his shift dodging Manner and unfortunately there were no calls for him to go on, so no call to be justified in standing away from Manner. He occasionally got text from Quin, he would hide in a corner in one of the corridors, knowing he was going to start smiling at whatever Quin sent, whether it was a meme, one word or a random story.

After reading one funny text, as he left his hidden corner, he flinched back when he walked into someone. He looked up from his phone and gulped. Standing in front of him, with their hands on their hips and looking distinctly unimpressed was Manner.

To say Fox was scared would be an understatement.

Manner was one of his best friends. But that didn’t mean he didn’t acknowledge his friend could be downright terrifying when he wanted information, and someone was resistant in giving it to him. There was a reason why Manner was the reason why timewasters didn’t call for an ambulance in their district anymore. Manner’s lack of a bedside manner towards idiots who called for an ambulance for stupid things and wasted their time and resources was well-known. One, would-have-been-a-patient-if-not-for-Manner, was so scared by Manner getting the biggest syringe from the ambulance and pretending the would-be-patient needed it, that they never called for an ambulance again. Manner was so effective in eradicating timewasters from their district, he had other paramedics begging to learn his ways.

So, yes. Fox was scared.

#got a fire in my soul strong enough to hold #commander fox #oc clone trooper manner

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xx-kaitlyn-trixx-xx · 2 years

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Should I be in bed clonked out? Yes, but did inspiration to write SOMETHING before I forget it due to this wondrous thing called sleep. Anyways this mini ficlet stars dun dun- dun dundundun dun- the wonderful soul whom provides us with such wonderful one shots and fanfics involving characters we don't get to see in the movies, tv series or game's- I present @clonewarslover55 and their lovely character verda tal rose! This was inspired after I was reading a post on a follower of their's asking what their character would expect with a daughter in law who married one of her boy's, technically walon Vau's but she considers the lads her son's if i'm recalling correctly anywho onwards to the reading!! I feel i might've overdone certain things, so do please forgive me here .

I also couldn't find anything on rose's height, but I'll assume she close to vau in how tall she is while kat's height is technically my height is 5'6ft tall, plus many people I know tower over me making me look like a gosh darned toothpick or a teddy bear to be held. if there is a note on her height forgive me for that mix up

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Kat blinked as she looked to her mother in law over her shoulder then at the blade that she had acquired "You stole a knife...for me?" She questioned with confusion as she paused with her question while stirring some vegetables and meats in a soup she was cooking, Kat in that moment could remember the time's her own buire had gifted her blades after noticing her eye a few while growing up even after she'd passed her verd'goten up to her year's of becoming the woman she is today.

The memories were rather fond ones held near and dear to her heart, even still having the many and yet beautifully crafted blades she often used on hunts. Call her sentimental, but she loves those blades and after contemplating gifting a child, if she ever has any kid's a blade from her collection.

Now that she could think about it, she still often found herself flustered when it came from getting gifts from others.

Noticing Rose's nod to the blade held out in her hand Kat shifts away from the stove and her pot, shooting a nasty look at her friend- a fellow huntress she's known since she was a foundling of her clan from childhood takes over as she then gave Kat a teasing look that had her mentally wishing she could punch her smug face.

However Kat stamped down hard on her temper while in the kitchenette, there was no need for an 'accident' to happen to her friend besides Kat knew she could get her friend back later on and if she couldn't karma would come back and bite her friend in the ass.

With Kat's attention now focused on her mother in law she smiles albeit softly and barely noticeable. Which made her look much softer then when her resting bitch face is on.

Rose, having taken Kat under her wing to help train the young mandalorian woman more in the bounty hunter trade with Kat sarcastically remarking that 'greeds the creed' one day. Came to learn that the soft smiles and laughter with a snort were genuine when she did so, chuckling a bit Rose smiled at her in a way that reminded the young huntress of her own mother's smile before she took off on a hunt that would keep her away from home.

"Yeah, I saw it and thought it looked beautiful- like you!" rose says nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders still smiling, as if stealing knives for your daughter in laws was a normal thing-

'But maybe it was and I just didn't know it? Or maybe it was an unspoken tradition rose has created?' She thinks to herself, however she wasn't gonna be the one to question Rose's way of going about things when she herself would sound like a hypocrite since she's done the same thing in the past after leaving home for the life of a bounty hunter.

Meeting verda tal rose, her mother in law after being with her lover for some time nearing the end of the clone wars was jarring and for a moment she swore now that she knew what her boyfriend- future husband had felt after meeting with her parents, ori'vode and her ba'buire.

The latter her ba'buir who was at that time goran had taken a shine to the commando clone, much to Kat's relief.

Her Ori'vode on the other hand was the one she had to literally track down for the two to meet, as his comm device was destroyed. Now for once in her life she couldn't help but feel more thankful for her buire putting trackers on them when they were ade who often found themselves caught up in trouble- that hunt did however offer some practice that was much needed in tracking.

She couldn't really bring herself to regret scaring her ori'vod though, not one bit despite the scolding she had later gotten from their buire over comm for technically raiding his ship and forcing him to sit still enough to meet his new brother in law.

Her boyfriend then husband now had found that whole ordeal funny when he heard that comm call, regularly bringing it up to tease her about it until she had to kiss the stupid taunting look off his face leaving him a breathless and blushing mess infront of his brother's.

All of which jumped to tease him, a "big bad clone commando turned into red mush over a kiss" to which kal who had mercy on the young man, had them disperse and cease the brotherly banger over his partner Kat.

Shaking those memories from her mind she feels flustered about even getting a gift, even if it truly is a beautiful knife.

One she'd definitely use on her next hunt with her team and hopefully her newfound aliit on their next hunt "it is beautiful....wait isn't this from that one shop?" Rose laughs happily at her amazement while the twenty year old carefully takes it from Rose's hand to inspect the blade, giving a few twirls and spins as while watching as it moves like it would when she used her sabers.

Rose grins even more watching her daughter in law show skill with blades like she, herself does.

The moment reminded kat of her buir- Sparta and her ba'buir when she had passed her verd'goten.

The pure unbridled joy mixed with pride. Rose, as Kat could sense even with the beskar'gam muffling it, was very pleased that the younger girl seemed to adore her new gift after inspecting it.

"I'll put it to good use then and to that i vow"

Before moving around the kitchenettes bar after holstering the gift to her hip as she went in to hug the black red armored huntress as the gesture is returned, comically enough to rose however as Kat barely reached the taler women even with her wearing her heeled boots. All while pouting as the woman's dark auburn hair that was tied in her usual braid tickled her face.

Kat sighs as she relaxes before speaking once more "I love it, Vor'e buir", thanking her for the blade.

Deep down to her very core, Rose is glad her boys are settling down. She might not have been able to have raise her daughter into an adult as a strong independent young woman like she wanted. But rose does her best to be a motherly figure and mentor to the few people in her life.

"Your welcome kat'ika" rose murmurs stepping back and taking the younger mandalorian's face in her hands, cupping her cheeks with a more gentler smile "your my daughter in law now, so you shouldn't feel out of place…okay? Haran you even got mird AND vau to like you and that says something" Her words are hushed and kind yet stern and honest as kat's eye's water a bit all while nodding.

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Time to crash and burn, see y'all gods know when will

My internal muse was rather pushy that i atleast finish and post something writing wise so here we are, me debating cracking open a mean bean or clonking out atm. Enjoy-

Again I'll say sorry if it's cringe or i got your character personality wrong I did my best though! 😅😅

My mando'a ain't the best either since my hyper fixation of star wars is going down the drain (I love it still, but I'm not as passionate as before)

Edit: in my sleep depraved mind I missed a few error in my writing so I had to double back and fix those real quick-

#trixx why?#Verda Tal Rose #she ain't my character #i'm just writing something thats plagued my head for a while after reading a post #Name: Kat Winchester #now she's my character #she's a mandalorian #she married one of the commando clones #my struggle is figuring out WHO to ship her with at this time 😅#kat loves any form of blade crazy girl has atleast 6 different blades hidden on her at all times #she struggles accepting that people can give her presents without ulterior motives attached to said gift #she looks up to rose and her own mother #gonna go to sleep but before that go follow clonewarslover- wonderful soul that i tagged #Star Wars #Mandalorian #mando oc #mando ocs #small shot writing

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Since I got a little bit of positive encouragement I’ll give you a little something something of my OC story.

Two Souls Entwined

By yours truly. Part 2 here !!! Part 3 here!

I AM OPEN TO CRITICISM!!!!!! It’s my first time writing and I want to improve!!!!

Summary:

Niva Veen was born into a Mandalorian family. Her father is a war hero during the civil wars and Niva was sent to shadow him when she was 8 (Mando custom). Six years later he’s killed and Kal Skirata takes Niva under his wing, then two years later he’s invited to train commandos on Kamino. Niva meets and trains Captain Rex of the 501st. But it’s no ordinary friendship… (hint hint wink wink they like eachother)

“Niva, k’olar!”

Niva turned, a long, strand of hair falls into her muddy green eyes. Again, her story was interrupted. How will she ever become an author if she can’t even get through the first sentence? Life was never constant for poor Niva, always on the move. One battlefield to the next.

“Coming, Buir!” Niva tucks her curls behind her ear and sprints back to the camp ground, through the sloshing mud. Southern Mandalore was always muddier, no matter how many wars kill off the flora and scorch the dirt.

She freezes once she’s standing a foot away from her Buir and stands at attention. The man smiles and ruffles her hair.

“I have a present for you, ad’ika. C’mon,” Buir holds out his hand for her to take, and she does. They walk down the dirt path into the encampment, greeting comrades as they pass.

The mission was almost over, along with the war. There were too many to count, so there was no official name.

Buir leads Niva down the path until they reach their cream colored tent, the flaps rustling with the breeze. Niva trots in, her father at her heels. She sits down on her small sleeping bag and grasps the fabric between her forefinger and thumb. The soft Mandalorian wool is a comfort, and always has been, since before she could talk.

Her father sits down on his own sleeping bag beside her, and takes out a small chain from his pocket. Hanging from the chain is a small silver tree. But not just any tree, the tree that only grows on Kashyyk, the enormous behemoths that cover the planet, the Wroshyr tree. Barely four centimeters long, the silver charm dangles beautifully from the matching chain.

“I know, I missed your first eight birthdays, and I’m trying to make up for them. It’s your sixth birthday we’ve celebrated, and I wanted to do something special. A vendor was selling these, barely a kilometer away. I thought…. Well, you’d love it.” Buir says, blushing slightly, as if he’s embarrassed.

“Oh, Buir… I love it! Vor entye, vor entye!” Niva says, lurching up and wrapping her boney arms around his neck. He embraces her and clips the necklace around Niva’s neck. She looks down, beaming with pride, admiring her new accessory.

Before either one can say anything, shouting comes from outside the tent. Not he usual friendly banter, but loud fearful shouts and orders. Niva’s people are Mandalorians, this clan specifically doesn’t get scared easily. Buir stands quickly, slipping on his black and gold buy’ce.

“Niva, listen to me, don’t move. Stay here until I come back, alright, ad’ika?” He cups her cheek and she nods quickly, slipping into her sleeping bag. Buir dashes out, checking the charge on his Verpine Blaster.

Seconds pass. Then minutes. The shouts don’t stop, and now roars of engines fill the air. Niva clamps her hands over her ears and curls into a ball beneath the sleeping bag. Why, why us? Why is it always me that makes things happen?

The sounds of blaster fire are next, then the smell of carbon. The smoky smell makes its way into Niva’s nostrils and makes her eyes water. Soon, it gets quiet. Too quiet. There’s over fifty Mandos, men and women, who’re apart of this legion. Only two voices are heard from outside the tent. One is unrecognizable, almost foreign because of the accent. The other voice is…

“Buir… no no no…” Niva scrambles to her feet and peaks out of the tent flap. He’s on his knees, begging for his life. His helmet knocked off and lying almost ten meters away from him. The Mando standing over him is wearing unfamiliar red and white beskar. “Buir…”

She touches the little silver tree hanging between her collar bones. Deep breath in….deep breath out…. She was just about to run outside when her father kicked the strange man’s leg, causing him to collapse to the ground. The two fight it out, punch after punch, headbutt after headbutt. Niva watches in terror. What do I do? I can’t let him die!

Taglist because I need at least two notes for my soul to be happy:

@fionajames @sevdidntdie @hellhound5925 @will-is-silly

Glossary & pronunciation

K’olar ~ come here [koh-LAR]

Buir ~ father/mother (there’s no gender in Mando’a) [boo-EER]

Vor entye ~ thank you/ I accept a debt [vor-ENT-yay]

Ad’ika ~ little one, son, daughter, of any age - also used informally to adults much like lads or guys [ah-DEE-kah]

Buy’ce ~ helmet [BOO-shay]

#Niva Veen oc by Sha #star wars #Star Wars oc #clone troopers #tcw #captain rex #the clone wars #the clone wars fanfiction #Star Wars fanfiction #republic commando #sha speaks #two souls entwined

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