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shadestepping · 2 years

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Shade's Masterlist

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#shade asks #shade replies #shadow art #runa art #my art #my writing #my ocs #my characters #personal #tbb:t #the bad batch trespass #fireteam daybreak #dbh:i #tcw:tnw #clone wars night watch #night watch #clone smooches

Art

#shadow art #runa art #my art #my edits

Clone Smooches [ Crosshair ] • [ Gregor ] • [ Cody ] • [ Echo ] • [ Fives ] [ Howzer ] • [ Rex ] • [ Wolffe

Original Characters

Clone Wars/Bad Batch Troopers: CT-2468 "Deca" (Captain) • CT-3894 "Cobra" (Pilot) • CT-5739 "Jinks" (Pilot) • CT-5757 "Hornet" (Pilot) • CT-2362 "Flyboy" (Pilot) • CT-6645 "Roam" • CT-7890 "Cinder" • CT-7870 "Nox" • CT-4922 "Crank" (Pilot) • RC-43-23 "Raze" (Commando) • RC-6220-87 "Hush" (Commando) • RC-3075-05 "Bogle" (Commando) • RC-4569-22 "Backdraft" (Commando Captain) Jedi: Master Cas Ro'rak • Fae-Rao Vizsla • Prymah Karn Mandalorians: Trinn Kryze • Mal Kryze • Hale Saxon Rebels: Reina Darr • Noei Darr • Karst Lemaire Misc: Velos Na'Yaan • Dorne Vizsla Detroit: Become Human Androids: Kate, Axl, Sarah, Reese, Damien, Dahlia Fleur, Nicodemus, Gabriel, Hannah, "The Inquisitor", Waylon, Malachi, Pestilence, Cain, Cassandra, April, Brandon, Humans: Vivienne Lenore, Dr. Rhea Fleur, Carter, Isaac, Director Falken, Cameron James, Director Roland Mcallan, Dylan Fleur, Ethan Fleur, Isaiah Fleur, Nathan Fleur, Richard Fleur, Ophelia Fleur Destiny Guardians: Addy, Dee, Rue, Merric, Wylie, Nikel, Laila, Hayden, Barom, Bennett, Juliet, Chronos, Titus, Jynn, Osrain, Hallena, Viper, Tate, Bjorn Civilians: Thrace

Fanfiction

Star Wars

The Bad Batch

Plan 99

The Bad Batch: Trespass

Crossroads: [ pt. 1 ] [ pt. 2 ]

A Statistical Loss: [ pt. 1 ], [ pt. 2 ], [ pt. 3 ], [ pt. 4 ], [ pt. 5 ], [ pt. 6 ], [ pt. 7 ]

The Clone Wars: The Night Watch

Release TBD

(Destiny and DBH fics below the cut, as I do not plan on continuing them anytime soon)

Destiny

(links take you to AO3 because I have not updated these on tumblr in a very long time!)

Fireteam Daybreak (Fic List)

**Pre-Gap**

Discharge

**About 6-8 years, Post-Gap**

Into the Next Life

**7-8 years before Canon start of Destiny**

Roses and Thorns

**3 years before Canon start of Destiny**

Guilt

Watcher

False Hope

Resurrection

**After Canon start of Destiny**

Closure

With Love

**During and After SIVA**

Shattered Perception

Thanatonaut: The Deep Stone Crypt

Lasting Impressions

**After Ghaul**

Lore Book: Synchrony

Memories and Observations

Misc.

Ghost Fragment: The Ascendant Plane

Detroit: Become Human

DBH: Illuminate

In Chronological order

July 25th, 2037 – Voice of the Voiceless

November 8th, 2038 – Hacked

November 9th, 2038 (part 1) – Candlelight

November 9th, 2038 (part 2) – New Jericho

November 10th, 2038 – Magnetism

November 11th, 2038 (part 1)– Hunch

November 11th, 2038 (part 2) – AV log 4.5

November 11th, 2038 (part 3) – Reassigned

November 12th, 2038 (part 1) – Momentum

November 12th, 2038 (part 2) – Hit and Run (part 1)

November 12th, 2038 (part 3) – Hit and Run (part 2)

November 12th, 2038 (part 4) – Hit and Run (part 3)

November 12th, 2038 (part 5) – Friction (revision TBD)

November 12th, 2038 (part 6) – Gamble (part 1)

November 12th, 2038 (part 7) – AV log 4.7

November 12th, 2038 (part 9) / November 13th, 2038 (part 1) – Gamble (part 2)

Coffee Break – Broken Nose

DBHI: Redemption

In chronological order

July 4th, 2041 – The Open Door (part 1)

July 4th, 2041 – The Open Door (part 2)

July 4th, 2041 – The Open Door (part 3)

July 4th, 2041 – The Open Door (part 4)

DBHI: Equilibrium

In chronological order

December 16th, 2040 – Resistance

December 23rd, 2041 – Periapsis (pt. 1)

December 23rd, 2041 – Periapsis (pt. 2)

December 23rd, 2041 – Periapsis (pt. 3)

December 23rd, 2041 – Periapsis (pt. 5)

#masterlist #shade writes

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english-professor-wraith · 2 years

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Phantom of the Batch

The tunnel curves above you, crouching like a malevolent gargoyle, the candlelight shaking in the cold breeze, making the walls seem to move as you float past in a gondola, Crosshair cruelly monologuing at you. “Why, do you ask, was I bound and chained to this cold and dismal place? Not for any sin of mine, but the sin of being born a clone with a functioning chip.” You cringe away as he hisses these words at you, rocking the boat and causing him to sway as he tries to balance. “Hounded by the empire, met with hatred- not just from rebels, but from troopers who hated that I was a clone, and clones who hated that I wasn't a reg. Not so much as a kind word from anyone, even my so-called ‘brothers’ when they came to pull me from my duty.

Echoing down the hallway, you hear Cid instructing “keep your blaster up. Don’t move your eyes from him, or he’ll shoot. You’ll be dead before you have the chance to look back at him.” Tech’s voice follows, repeating “Don’t move my eyes from him, even for a moment. I understand. Thank you for your aid, Cid.” She turns to leave, and you hear her footsteps echoing as she patters back up to the ground floor, away from the danger of the crypt. Tech’s footsteps, however, you can hear striding down towards you, and he removes his shirt before plunging into the water, starting to swim towards you and Crosshair.

You turn back towards Cross as you dock, and he holds out his hand to balance you as you step out of the gondola. You ignore it, until the boat tips unexpectedly and you have to take it to avoid landing face-first into the cold water. He yanks you up the shore, towards a wall covered in sketches and photos of you, each crumpled and torn, but pasted like wallpaper across the entire back of the room. You rip your hand from his, then disgustedly spit “Have you finally given in? You no longer fight any of your urges, be they from the chip or your own flesh?” Crosshair has reached the wall by this point, and turns back towards you. “Unfortunately, this chip that has been both savior and ruin has removed any chance I could have of such ‘urges’, as you call them.”

He turns away once more, stroking his hand along the wall, brushing some photos and causing some to flutter to the ground, but he seems not to notice, starting to walk, one hand still on the wall as you reply “It isn't even the chip anymore. Your soul has rotten, possessed by this obsession. It horrifies me.” He interrupts before you can continue, spinning towards the shore and almost shouting “Wait! I think, my dear, that we have a guest.” A cruel smirk splits his face, and he picks up his rifle as Tech pulls himself out of the river, cold water rushing down his chest and dripping from his goggles, and he grabs his blaster and aims it directly at Crosshair. He yells to you, though he keeps his eyes on Cross, “Are you okay, my love? He hasn’t hurt you, has he?” Relieved, knowing that everything will be okay as long as Tech is here, you reply “No, Tech, he didn't hurt me. I’m oka-” your voice breaks as a cuff wraps around your ankle, remotely triggered by Crosshair, trapping you against the ground. “Well- I’m still not hurt, but I am now slightly stuck. He’s got a cuff, I can probably-” but as you reach towards the restraint to pick it, it gives a slight shock and you hiss at the sting. Tech, unable to help himself, looks at you for barely a moment before focusing back at Crosshair, who has already swept his rifle up to his shoulder and aimed it at Tech. “Free them! Do what you like to me, but free them. Have you no pity?” Tech begs, but Crosshair smirks ever wider, replying instead to you “Your lover makes a passionate plea. Shall I take him up on his offer?”

Your eyes go wide, knowing that he will show no mercy if he is given the chance to hurt Tech. “Please, Tech, it’s useless! Go, and take care of the boys for me.” you beg, hoping that he will but knowing that he would never leave you. He ignores your plea, instead shouting again at Crosshair “I love them! Does that mean nothing? I love them. Show some compassion…”

Crosshair spits, smile finally fading as he snarls “the world showed no compassion for me.” He hits a button, and electrical current starts to course through your body, causing your muscles to spasm and a strangled gasp to fall from your mouth, and a moan of pain seems to rip itself from your throat as you strain on the ground. Hearing your cries, Tech looks to you, then turns as he sees what is happening to try and help you. Before he can even lift his foot for the first step, you see Crosshair pull...the...trigger.

Time seems to slow to molasses, and you can see the blaster shot as it forms at the end of his muzzle, spinning out towards his aim.

The bright light enters the target-

no-

that isn't a target, but Tech-

TECH!!

Barely even conscious from the current still pouring into your body, you watch as the bolt sears through his core, and Tech’s face forms into a startled expression as his legs fail under him, and he tumbles towards you, reaching out as the light drips from his eyes, and he crumples in front of you, his hand barely inches from yours as he drops, blood dripping from the wound onto the cold stones. The electricity stops, but you barely notice as the reality of what has just happened removes any other thoughts from your mind. You can't even form words in your thoughts, the only thing rushing through is “tech. Tech. TECH. TECH. You can’t live without him. There is nothing more, because he is no more. The only thing left to do is to join him.” You barely see Crosshair stalking over, pulling out the remote once more to release the cuff from your ankle. He picks you up, pulling you from the stones into his arms, and all you can do is lie limply, still staring at the now cooling body of the most important person in your life. Tears pour down your face, first for tech, and then for you and everyone else that Tech influenced in his life.

You come back to reality, realizing the position you are in and immediately shoving crosshair away from you. “The tears I might have shed for your dark fate now grow cold, and turn to tears of hate!”, you scream at him, your throat shredding as you finally break. You no longer have any pity for Crosshair, and you see him truly for the first time, taking in his obsession and insanity. You have no idea how he ever drew you in, much less convinced you to sympathize with him. You crouch down, never taking your eyes from him, and grab the blaster out of Tech’s now cold hand. Hardly even taking time to aim, you pull the trigger, missing the first time but you keep going, firing frantically until you hit your love’s killer. You see Crosshair fall, hit more times than you realized you had even shot, and you drop the gun as your legs crumple beneath you, sending you painfully down to the cold stones. You crawl over to Tech’s body, carefully pushing your hands under him and pulling his head up to rest on your lap. Your tears start anew, and you stroke his hair, as you unconsciously start begging for him to come back to you.

The rest of the boys find you there hours later, still cradling the now freezing corpse of their brother and friend, with the body of their former member left forgotten on the opposite side of the room. Your tears and voice have long given out, but you still sit, running your fingers through his hair and rocking, still mouthing the words of your almost-prayer.

#phantom of the opera #bad batch #star wars #Crosshair #tech #hurt no comfort

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valkyrieofthehighfae · 4 years

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Chapter 2

Warnings: Drug use, potential alcohol abuse, mentions of an underage relationship (which I personally do NOT condone) and some brief smut. 18+ only y’all! Word Count: 3.3k Join my taglist here Tagging: @mcu-padawan Chapter 1

I was sitting at the bar of some fancy restaurant that my brother arranged for us to meet at, studying my nails and sipping on a martini, bored as could be of waiting for him to arrive. We had run into each other while I was shopping with Grave for a new outfit to wear at The Crypt, both of us taken by surprise by the encounter; it had been years since I’d last seen him. And of course he was running late. Surprise, surprise.

“I’m surprised your… boyfriend isn’t here with you,” Ivar took a seat next to me, flagging the bartender down to order a drink. “How have you really been, Astrid? Are you doing okay?”

“Oh, I’m perfect, Ivar. I’ve got a great job, a wonderful boyfriend, freedom,” I put emphasis on the word ‘freedom’, giving him a look. “I’m even looking into becoming a medic. As great as dancing is, I want to get out there and actually do something helpful.”

“Oh? A medic? You know that I can help you achieve that goal. Will you let me help you?” He smiled at the thought, his eyes crinkling up at the corners and I couldn’t help but smile back. I had missed him as much as I hated to admit it, not that I’d ever say it to him out loud.

“Depends, are you going to hold it over my head if I say yes and try to use it to manipulate me?” I tilted my head curiously, taking a decent sized gulp of my martini.

“What? No, of course not. I really, genuinely want to help you, Astrid. My only request is that you stay with me and stay away from that cantina rat and no more dancing.”

I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue with him. I really wanted this chance to do something good, something other than being just a pretty face to look at, a nice body to admire. I’d always had a knack for helping people, picked up on it really quickly watching my mom patch people up who got hurt. “Fine, fine. I’ll have to go back for my stuff, though.” I set my empty glass down on the bar, frowning again. “So you’re really willing to help me? Even though our last conversation literally consisted of me telling you I hated you before running off like a brat?”

“You’re my sister. I love you more than anything. I don’t think you understand how relieved I am to see that you’re alive and okay, if not still a brat. I’m always going to help you when I can.” He squeezed my hand gently, comfortingly, and I had to take a moment to keep from crying. “I do have a couple of questions though, if you’ll humor me. First things first, how old is that cantina rat you call a boyfriend? He’s so pasty, I can’t tell.”

“Okay, rude. He’s twenty -”

Ivar glared in indignation. “He may only be three years older than you, but a twenty year old being interested in a seventeen year old is not normal in the slightest. What’s wrong with him that women his age won’t date him?”

“What’s the big deal? He treats me like a princess.” I scoffed at his outburst, embarrassed when other people started looking our way with interest. “Besides, he loves me and really cares about me.”

“By the gods, Astrid. He’s a predator. Look, that’s… we’ll… that’s a conversation for another time, I just can’t even start on how wrong any of that is right now. Are you using any drugs?” He ran a hand through his hair, stressed to the max.

“No! Come on, I may be a dancer in a low rent cantina, but that doesn’t mean I’m using. I’m smarter than that.” I lied through my teeth with another roll of my eyes. “I’m so glad to know you think that highly of me.”

“Are you going to have an attitude the whole time? Is this really going to be a thing?” He was already exasperated with me and it hadn’t even been an hour yet. Living together again was going to be hell, for him or for me, it was yet to be determined. “If this is going to be a thing, how do I make it not… be a thing? Do I just… appease you with sweets or something?” He was teasing me now, trying to find humor in the situation.

“Shopping. Lots of shopping. You still have your cushy job, right? Shouldn’t be an issue for you.” I shot back with a laugh while gathering my things. “I need to go pack my things up and talk to my boss about what’s happening.”

“Wonderful. If you don’t show up in an hour, I’m calling in the Coruscant guard to come and get you out of there.” He warned me with a sigh, growing serious again. I just waved him off, sashaying off towards the exit, contacting Grave on my comm.

“Are you still nearby babe? Great, let’s head back to the Crypt.” I ended the call, smiling sweetly at some clone troopers who walked by, batting my eyelashes flirtatiously at them.

“Flirting with the troops, Baby Doll?” Grave came waltzing up out of nowhere, draping an arm around my waist.

“Who me? Why I would never. I’ve only got eyes for you love,” I leaned into him, smiling. “There is something we need to talk about though. You know how I’ve been talking about becoming a medic?”

“Yes, I recall.” Grave glanced down at me with raised brows.

“Ivar said he’d help me get into the academy,” I hesitated a moment, biting down on my lower lip. “But that would mean I have to move back in with him, quit dancing, and… I wouldn’t be able to see you anymore.”

“So do it.”

I stopped, shocked into silence with his carefree reaction. I would have thought he would have been a little more upset but it didn’t seem like it bothered him at all. “You’re not upset?”

“Why would I be? Your brother can’t keep me away from you, Baby Doll. Besides, you’d make a sexy medic.” Grave smirked, leaning down to catch my lips in a tender kiss. “We follow through with what big brother says, lay low for a while, you focus on your studies, and when he relaxes, you come back to me and the Crypt at night.”

~*~*~

[4 years later]

The bass from the music thrummed through my back and deep into my chest, the wall I was pressed up against cool against my flushed skin. Hands tangled themselves in my hair while black painted lips crashed against mine in a slow, hungry kiss that threatened to turn me to ashes from the heated desperation of the man who kept me pressed to the wall.

“Grave,” I managed to gasp out, struggling to catch my breath between hot and heavy kissing. “Can we move to the bed? Please?” The windup key that was part of my costume had been digging into my skin through my corset, the sensation quickly becoming uncomfortable. Grave smirked against my mouth before easily picking me up and carrying me to our bed to set me down so he could remove the silly costume I wore to dance in.

“Sorry Baby Doll, I just couldn’t wait any longer. You’re leaving me tomorrow to go be a medic and I just want you all to myself.” He breathed against my neck as he slowly unlaced my corset, placing soft kisses along my neck and shoulders. A soft moan escaped my lips as his hands gently slid the confining top off of me, fingers skimming feather soft over my skin. “Those clones don’t know how lucky they’ll be to bask in your presence my sweet Doll.” Those black lips twisted into a sneer as he pushed me back into the bed, kneeling between my legs, the Zydrate gun gripped in his hand. I ran my tongue over my lips, watching as he pressed the gun to my inner thigh and depressed some of the electric blue liquid into my thigh, the instant feeling over numbness causing me to drop back onto the bed with a contented sigh. With a soft laugh, Grave tossed the gun aside before sliding my skirt off and dropping it to the ground while I lay quietly on the messy sheets, eyes closed while losing myself in my high.

~*~*~

[2 years later]

“Valkyrie, hey, we got two new guys coming in for some boosters. You good to handle them?” Kix asked while tossing me a couple of datapads.

“Yeah, I got ‘em. See you after my shift is up?” I caught the datapads with slightly trembling hands, wincing a little at just how shitty I felt. Kix nodded in confirmation and gave a slight wave before taking off with a quick goodbye just as Rex came walking in with who I assumed were the newbies behind him.

“Fives, Echo, this is our other combat medic, Valkyrie. She’ll get you taken care of.” Rex gave me a nod and a faint smile before taking off after Kix, calling for the other medic to wait a moment.

“Welcome to the 501st, guys. Alright, lemme just get a look at your charts real quick and you two can pop a squat over on those two beds.” I motioned to the two beds closest to where I was working, powering on one of the datapads Kix tossed at me. This one contained Fives’ file, giving me all the info I needed to know about the soldier, including which boosters he needed. “You’re up first, Fives.” I popped up to my feet, grabbed the correct boosters, and walked over to him. He already had the sleeve of his blacks rolled up, ready for me to clean the injection site, smirking a little as he looked over the tattoo on my neck.

“What’s the tattoo say?” He jerked his chin towards it and I grinned a little while wiping the numbing wipe over his bicep gently.

“Says “Loki”. He’s an old god of mischief,” I quickly injected him, moving through each booster with a practiced ease. “Guess I forgot to cover it up this morning while getting ready for the day.” I gathered the used needles and tossed them in the appropriate disposal bin and tossed my gloves to get fresh ones so I could do Echo next.

“Got any other tattoos, Doc?” Fives was watching my every move curiously as I wrapped up getting Echo taken care of, tossing the gloves into the trash before holding my hands up to show off the tattoos I had there.

“Tons of them. Pays to have a best friend who’s a tattoo artist. My right hand reads “Odin grant me wisdom” and has runes of wisdom and medical healing on the knuckles. Left hand says “A healer’s hands are often the most bloody” with healing and protection runes on the knuckles,” I rolled up the sleeves of my blacks that I wore under my scrubs to show off the Norse compass on my right inner forearm and the 501st tattoo I’d gotten done as a tribute to my guys. “And these are just a few. Now if you’re done interrogating me about my ink, get a move on. I’ve got work to do.” I shooed the pair away with a grin that immediately fell the moment they left. With a groan, I dropped back into my seat, wincing at the throbbing I felt in my brain. The withdrawal was hitting hard again and I was out of my Zydrate stash Grave had been kind enough to send along this time. I always felt like death after the high went away; I’d had to increase my dosage yet again and it was getting a little harder to maintain it. I’d gotten so used to using it for the past six years, that going without was almost enough to make me feel like I wanted to die.

Fuck. I need to let Grave know that I need more when I see him in a few days. Thank the gods we’re getting a decent leave block this time. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to try and steady myself. It was a wonder my hands didn’t tremble when I was administering their boosters, especially with how hard they shook now. Just thinking about getting my fix had me practically moaning, I couldn’t wait to see Grave and get what I needed from him.

“You absolute kriffin’ idiot!”

My eyes popped open when I heard that familiar voice yelling down the corridor. Moving quicker than I had all day, I was up and out the door of the med bay just in time to see Fey Royi, the best mechanic here on the Resolute, and one of the other mechanics getting into a fist fight right there in the corridor.

“Ya damn near killed my ass! Did ya ma drop ya or somethin’ when ya were a baby? Or are ya just stupid?” Fey growled viciously, a tool gripped tightly in one of her hands as she tore this guy a new one. Her words got under his skin and he swung at her, swearing up and down as he tried to grab the pissed off Codru-Ji woman.

“Shit!” I hissed, immediately wading into the fight along with a couple of the clones, wanting to get this taken care of before it got worse. Time seemed to slow down as a durasteel wrench came flying at my face, smashing right into my nose before I could even react. “Motherfucker!” I bellowed as my head snapped back, blood going all over the front of me.

“Oh kriff. Valkyrie!” Fey was horrified to see the results of her fight. “Way to go, dipshit! First ya almost kill me and now ya’ve broken Doc’s nose! Ya fired!” She was shaking with rage as she scruffed the appalled man and dragged him off to presumably either beat his ass or give him to the Admiral. Arms went around my shoulder as someone led me back to the med bay, swearing under their breath while getting me sat down so I could staunch the bleeding.

“Are you alright, Valkyrie? That sounded pretty bad.” Fives stepped into my line of sight, frowning. I held up a finger, signaling for him to give me a moment while I reset my nose with a snarled swear. There was no way this was going to look good by the time we got back to Coruscant, I was going to have to skip dancing this time. And if I skipped dancing, that meant no Zydrate.

“Oh I’m fucking perfect! I’ve always wanted to have my nose broken by a mechanic in some stupid fight!” I hissed before gagging at the taste of blood. “Fuck!” I kicked a tray, sending it flying across the med bay in my anger. Fives gaped at me in shock, eyes wide and immediately I felt like shit for losing my cool the way I did.

“I’m sorry. I promise I’m usually way more laid back than this. I just don’t take kindly to getting my face bashed in with a wrench.” Casting an apologetic half smile his way, I trudged over to the tray, picking it up to put it back where it belonged.

“Ah… Valkyrie? Um… are ya okay?” Fey was hovering by the entrance to the med bay, hesitating to come anywhere near me.

“My face hurts, but beyond my nose being the only thing that got busted, I’m okay. What in the absolute fuck was that all about? Fighting in the corridors? Really?” I snapped at the Codru-Ji, motioning for her to come in so I could look at her lower left arm that she’d been cradling close to her body.

“That punk Coltyr didn’t place a jack correctly and the machinery I’d been workin’ on fell and nearly crushed me. The di’kut was drunk on the job again, because of course he was. Anyway, I-I’m really sorry ya got caught in the middle of that.” She was embarrassed, having a hard time looking me in the eyes. I didn’t say much, more focused on her arm, gently prodding it and moving it to test for brakes, biting my lip when she cried out.

“Let’s get an x-ray of this. There’s a really good chance it’s broken and I want to set it before it gets worse.” I helped her up, whistling for one of the medical droids to come give me a hand. Fives was still hanging around, trying to stay out of the way, his eyes tracking us as I got Fey set up with the medical droid. Once I was sure they were okay, I walked over to him, resting a hand on his bicep gently, motioning for him to walk with me. “I’m seriously sorry you had to witness my temper get the better of me in there. Drinks are on me when we get to Coruscant, it’s my way of apologizing.”

“You don’t have to do that -” He began to protest, when I raised a hand to cut him off.

“It’s not a big deal, really. It’s just a couple of drinks. We’ll meet at the 79’s okay?” I offered a quick smile, excusing myself when the medical droid called for me. Looking at the x-ray, I winced a little when it confirmed that her arm was definitely broken, and I gathered up everything I needed to get to work setting it and patching her up.

“Ah shit. Well, at least I have three other arms to use,” Fey joked but the look on her face screamed panic. “Uh… ya gonna numb me up, right Doc?” Her skin had taken on a slightly green coloring as she spoke, eyeing all of my tools on the tray with distaste.

“Yes, Fey. After we’re done here, I’m going to keep you for some observation just to be sure the pain meds don’t mess with you too badly and because I don’t want you back in the hangar yet. In fact, you need to take at least six weeks. Maybe even the full eight depending on how well you’re healing. I’ll check it again in six weeks and make a judgement call from there, but for now, you need to stay out of the hangar.”

“Six weeks?! What the hell am I supposed to do for six weeks?” Fey’s eyes got huge, horror all over her face at the thought of not being able to work for that long. She lived for her work as a mechanic, she even slept in the hangar so she could work on sleepless nights, so this had to be killing her to know she’d be out of commission for so long.

“Sorry Fey, but I need you to cooperate on this. Your arm needs time to heal. Get caught up on paperwork or you mentioned wanting to work on making some new and improved droid poppers, now you’ll have some time to sit down and design those.” I leaned back in my chair, admiring the perfect job I did binding her arm up in a cast. The idea of working on her side project seemed to cheer her up a bit, a slight smile appearing on her face.

“That’s true, I guess I have time for that now. I’m gonna take a nap though, those painkillers are no joke.” She curled up on the bed she’d been sitting on, almost immediately passing out. Smiling softly, I laid a blanket over her, and started cleaning up, wanting to make sure everything was good to go for the crew coming in to take over for the next shift so I could grab something to eat and a shower.

#Kat writes #drug use tw #smut #18+ please #slightly unsavory relationship tw #Fives x OC #Fives x Valkyrie #eventual friends to lovers

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aimmyarrowshigh · 6 years

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I keep wondering what a “biohexacrypt” is, and thinking that it might have something to do with troopers being assigned 6-digit designations instead of names – they’re not code names/etc, they’re biohexacrypts (almost an Orphan Black-like “patented organism” ring to the word). Except the -crypt part makes me wonder whether there’s more to that “you should’ve used a clone army” comment than a deadpan snark? I really wonder about some kind of Order 66 2.0 being programmed somehow during reconditioning or something?

Otherwise, i think maybe biohexacrypt is just the new carbonite. Either way, for me so far that’s been the most actually tantalizing clue/teaser to TLJ. That’s what Ir really want to know. That, and Poe’s ring necklace, and Rose’s suit’s monogram/abbreviation, and what the caretaker creatures were doing for a thousand years, etc.

But man. BIOHEXACRYPTS.

#|franchise| star wars #**star

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aliettali · 4 months

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whats that!! it's ct-4342 "crypt" outside your home!!!! let him in!!

#the clone wars #my art #tcw #fanart #clone trooper crypt #clone trooper oc #clone trooper art #if you saw this the first time! no you didn't #i just want to do lighting #star wars tcw #thank you ochi from ochi-does-art for lighting

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aliettali · 7 months

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clone ocs!!!

i have sooo much lore. im going insane in my little rubber room

#my art #the clone wars #tcw #clone trooper oc #if you saw this the first time. you did not #clone trooper art #jfc what am i doing #clone trooper crypt #clone trooper tidbit

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aliettali · 3 months

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if i wrote about my guys would anyone want to read it...

#the clone wars #cer speaks #blast batch #clone trooper crypt #i am flop

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aliettali · 6 months

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I wanna know more about your clone ocs!

thank you so much for asking this you have opened the floodgates i am so sorry!

i have nine: tidbit, crypt, oops, flipside, sher, intel, three-two, pint, and dangle. i’ve only (officially) drawn crypt and tidbit so far, but i do have a sketch for oops that i’ll be putting in here as reference. it is also worth mentioning that only crypt and tidbit are actually alive - the others all died so they dont have as much lore!

everyone except tidbit (crypt + co) are batchmates. the large majority of them die before they can individualize so they don’t have many unique designs my bad! also they’re all relatively young- i’d like to think that they’re fresh out of kamino and get assigned to the 501st on umbara almost immediately. and that goes SPLENDID (all of them die except for crypt, who is left to deal with losing every single one of his batchmates within a single campaign)

putting things under a "keep reading" section because it gets pretty long

crypt ct-4342:

well he WAS going to be a medic and them umbara fucked him up so severely (physically and mentally) that he couldnt deal w the hypothetical consequences of having blood on his hands anymore

now hes a slicer (he goes back to get medic certified because he does want to save people but that’s a separate character arc)

honestly i signed him up for bad things happen bingo and he just has to deal with it

doesnt get a name until after umbara, chose it because a) encryption, slicing reference b) crypt -> grave -> his brothers never got one

facial/corneal scarring that holds his right eye slightly open+ some hearing loss that he makes up for with (unsanctioned) modifications to his bucket. outer arm scarring too because he shielded his head

tidbit ct-2719:

field medic ! hes also a little bitch but a) older and b) aware of concepts such as “emotional maturity” and “compartmentalization” so he’s doing ok

he and crypt hit it off pretty quickly because it took him exactly three whole days of being stationed w the 501st to sprain an ankle by doing a cartwheel on a sloped floor (dangle dared him to)... but he was polite and nice and compliant in the medbay which is rare

theyre the most brother figures to ever i love them dearly

anyway tidbit keeps his hair short because he got fed up w it getting in his face when leaning over people you know how it is. never plans on getting a tattoo because he’s seen too many people in the medbay with ink related infections for that to happen, settles for hair bs instead

got his name because he tells his patients random bullshit to distract them

mostly closed off bc he’s seen a lot of troopers die (he cares far too much and it’s becoming a problem) and if he can’t save them in time then it means he’s losing those he loves because of his own incompetence

oops ct-4748 (dies on umbara):

this motherfucker decided to catch an activated thermal detonator and tossed it back so late that he burnt his eyebrows off permanently (he also has burns on his hand but they wear gloves)

the only thing he said was “oops” so that’s his brand now

overall he was a pretty chill guy too bad he died saving crypt

(he dies draped on top of crypt, who wakes up half thinking that they’re back on kamino in a batch pile but nope! oops is dead sher is dead pint is dead three-two is dead he can only pray that dangle and intel are alright) (crypt gets up and casts oops off and has to leave him behind, stumbling through a veritable graveyard, almost blind in one eye and teary-eyed in the other, and almost gets shot when he finally finds more troopers) (they’re the 212th but its okay they're alive and okay) (he gets through the disguise clusterfuck and crypt races over to tidbit to ask about dangle and intel) (they’re dead and gone and he has never been so alone)

flipside ct-4344 (dies on umbara):

little bitch, got his name because he really hated the kamino bunk pillows and kept flipping them over to get at the cooler side (he just ran really hot for no reason)

dies in a classic krell “push forward no matter the consequences” maneuver- he's the first of the batch to die actually good for him

was probably the closest to straight up defecting out of everyone

sher ct-4190 (dies on umbara):

the calm normal guy, he and intel are probably the reasons the batch got off kamino in the first place

slightly longer hair than regulation - he wanted to grow it out into a ponytail but guess what happened

was an older brother out of necessity but the others realized how hard he was taking it whenever any of them did something reckless and got hurt as a result so they toned it down a bit

forces crypt to go on without him when he gets shot and subsequently dies alone

he was going to be a sniper bc he always had steady hands (his batchmates always asked him to cut their hair for them) (he was trembling when he died) (i think he was too kind to survive much longer than that anyway)

intel ct-4223 (dies on umbara):

REALLY focused on making plans, the second most responsible

“guys, please, what’s the plan? we have intel for this test, we just watched the other group take it-”

“you and your intel. i say our plan is to FUCK IT and BALL”

he and sher try really hard to manage the others. sadly kamino does not manufacture child leashes

gets killed on umbara like a good soldier who follows orders (krell tactics again)

he dies painfully aware of his own insignificance bc preciously he was driven by some hope that hey!!! if we get past this training/test/battle we won’t be forgotten but exactly three people end up remembering him as a person lmao (tidbit, crypt, rex)

i think he and dogma fucking hated each other

pint ct-4337 (dies on umbara):

the only one of them to have paint on their armor pre-umbara and thats through sheer bad luck - he walked into a room and kicked over a can of paint and got some of it on his boot toe

dies alongside intel

three-two ct-4332 (dies on umbara):

never chose a name, pretty withdrawn from the rest of his batch bc he, unfortunately, is hyperaware of his circumstances and what will happen to his brothers after the war

aggressively regulation haircut

as soon as intel and pint are killed in front of him he realizes that they might not matter in the long run but his brothers wormed their ways into his heart and now they're gone before he even chose a name. he didnt even get to tell them his name and they're dead (messes up and gets shot moments later)

dangle ct-4322 (dies on umbara):

suspiciously flexible, probably hypermobile, loved dangling (!) from the top bunk with his legs on the bed and his entire upper body just. hanging there

saw shaak ti do a sick jedi trick ONCE and decided that was his brand so he liked practicing cartwheels and splits and backbends in his spare time

they didnt have music (cant have shit on kamino) so he hummed his own and imagined dances to them

dies on umbara ft the clone eating plant thing because he was under the impression that crypt was just killed

#star wars tcw #tcw #the clone wars #clone trooper oc #clone trooper crypt #clone trooper tidbit #clone trooper oops #clone trooper flipside #clone trooper sher #clone trooper intel #clone trooper pint #clone trooper dangle #blast batch #lmao i care them #expect comics sometime

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