What your favourite Clone Legion says about you!
A few common tropes that I’ve noticed in people, depending on which squad they love the most. Let me know if they’re accurate!
501st - An OG bitch. You're both thirsty, and hydrated. You probably have some form of trauma, and you cope using humour, not that that's a bad thing. The life of the party. Star Wars is probably in your top 10 interests of all time. You're not afraid to speak the truth, but you know when to hold your tongue. A good egg.
212th - Either you ship Codywan, or you're in love with either Waxer or Boil. You're a little bit old school, play by the book, but know when/where to have a laugh. Loved by many. Approachable. Laid back and easy to talk to. Your style is fun, bright, and sometimes excentric. Overall, a pleasant being.
104th - Daddy issues. Or issues of some kind. You need a hug, but only on your own terms. A big fan of the found family trope. Probably introverted, but you have a good sense of humour, and you're approachable. Funny, sarcastic, but also loving, kind, and loyal without a fault.
327th - On the sidelines. Do people seem to forget about you? That's okay. You have a small circle, a best friend or two, and you prefer that over a large crowd. It takes a while for your true colours to come out, but when they do, they shine like no other. Very hospitable. A hidden gem.
Coruscant Guards - Tired. Seriously, quit chugging coffee, and go and have a nap! You probably own a dog, or ten. You refuse to fit into social standards, and you're weird in some way. Coloured hair, perhaps? Always approachable, friendly, down to earth, but if anyone pushes your buttons, then they better run. Fast.
The Bad Batch - Horny. Tired. Deprived. You cling onto nostalgia. Hyperfixations are your main source of joy. You're loyal, like really fucking loyal, and stubborn at times. Nobody is changing your mind, not without solid reason. Found family enthusiast, but let's not make it cheesy. Could do with a nap.
Delta Squad - Fandom old™, but still keeping it real. The true OG. When you commit to something, you stick to it, even if it takes you years to complete due to procrastination. Down to earth. Fun and friendly, but not in a cheesy/faux way. A small and close-knit social circle. You know your shit, and you're proud to flex it.
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Thank you to @eternal-transcience and @the-bad-batch-baroness I have narrowed it down to two names for my clone squad so I'm doing a little poll
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Sneak peak into another Clone OC squad!
Featuring my favorite dumbass, Ricochet "Shay". Long story short, he is unable to feel pain. I will write a backstory explanation at some point but for now, you get this gem🤣
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Shay knew the moment he hit the ground that he had probably injured himself but as he usually did, he got right back up. The training droid continued to come at him, the training staff swinging towards any opening it could see. Shay blocked each one, pushing the droid back as much as he could. He swung towards its head, expecting it to block but before it could move, it shut down, the hit sending it to the ground. Shay looked at it in confusion before looking around to see Hixx holding the remote.
"The Kriff you do that for?" Shay demanded, throwing his training staff to the side.
Hixx crossed his arms over his chest, giving Shay a stern look. "Shay, I watched you dislocate and relocate your shoulder, your shirt is soaked in blood and sweat, and I don't trust that you didn't fracture something. Your dumbass needs to go to the Med Bay."
Shay looked down at his shirt which was indeed stained red in several places before looking back up at Hixx. "I can't feel it, it's fine."
Hixx raised an eyebrow in a look of 'seriously?'. "Shay, that's an order."
Shay smirked, crossing his arms to mimic the captain. "Says who?"
Hixx was taken aback. "Says wh-? Me! Ricochet, get your ass down to medical!"
"No thanks." Shay walked over to where he had thrown the training staff, picking it back up again.
A hand came to rest on Hixx's shoulder which he turned to see was Trapp. "I've watched him give that attitude to a general before. Don't take it personally."
"Welcome to why he's with us." Another voice piped up from behind the two. "Though," Lokjaw came to stand on the other side of Hixx, "There is a quite simple solution."
"Which is?" Hixx questioned.
Lokjaw smiled before cupping his hands around his mouth. "MUTES!!!"
Shay whipped around, basically tackling Lokjaw, "Don't tell Mutes!"
A pissed off voice from across the training yard had Shay looking almost terrified. "Ricochet! What the ever loving KRIFF DID YOU DO?!?"
Shay scrambled to his feet, backing away from where Mutes was angrily marching across the yard. "It's not that bad, I SWEAR!"
"Shay, I swear to the Maker. Don't make me stun you again…"
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Three idiots, one brain cell. 2023.
I didn't get the fanart out there Monday so today have these three generations of idiot! From left to right: Kanor, Kian, Spare. Three generations of clones, all brothers now working with Winterfang.
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Carry you home
“Rebar! I need an immediate evacuation!” Crookshank yelled into his comm as he picked his brother up, slinging him over his shoulders, “Sergeant’s KIA and we’ve got a seriously injured brother!” He didn’t want this, everything was chaos, explosions erupted all around them as his brother was bleeding out on his shoulders, “Squeaker! Call ahead, we need medical attention, code red!”
“Affirmative!” Squeaker replied as their LaaT landed in the smoke, exposing the carnage it had masked.
“Move it Crook!” Knocker yelled as the door opened and Spotter gave him cover as more droids approached, blaster shots flying past him.
“Don’t worry vod, you’ll be okay.” He said to his unconscious brother, “You’ll be okay and we can talk about this in the future and laugh about it…”
I’ll carry you home.
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