#eldritch clone troopers

[somestorythoughts]

Eldritch Echo

So. I haven't seen the Bad Batch and don't really intend to, but I have read some fics (please do not take that as me saying that's the same as understanding the story) and between that and my thoughts of eldritch stuff in Star Wars and a cool art piece I came across that I think was referencing something I don't have the context for, I started wondering what it'd look like if of the Bad Batch, Echo was the only eldritch/cryptid/vampire/otherwise not human one. NOT because of the Techno Union, but because of something that happened sooner OR he'd always been like that. And I might put a bit of that in my vampire clones thing but I was thinking eldritch and I ended up writing a thing. So. Enjoy:

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Crosshair’s willing to admit he doesn’t dislike Echo. He respects the guy’s resilience and his willingness to go with the flow, which is necessary for someone working with their team, even as he rolls his eyes at Echo’s tendency to twitch at the state of their ship and his reluctance to drop the “sir” when talking to Hunter. More than that Echo has zero qualms about sassing him if Crosshair picks a fight and it’s a lot of fun to rile him up.

That said. Echo is also really freaking weird.

Crosshair is very observant, between his eyesight, his role on the team, and his training he had to be and either something’s very off about Echo or he’s started hallucinating because he keeps seeing things that don’t make sense. Not for a reg and not for a cyborg.

He explains this the Hunter once, trying to see if he’s noticed anything, and Hunter frowns. “Can you give me an example?”

“His eyes for one.”

Hunter blinked. “What?”

“We all know what most trooper’s eyes look like. And we’ve seen some variations. But they don’t change color. I’ve seen his eyes go golden or violet, and it wasn’t the lighting.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes I’m sure what do you take me for?” Crosshair snapped. “Look. Next time we’re on a sunny planet. Take a look at his shadow. It doesn’t match him at all. I’ve seen it prowling around him like a tooka without him or a light source moving. It doesn’t look like him either. And remember that time we were sparring and he panicked and bit me? I asked Tech, the Techno Union didn’t do anything to his teeth, but I know what bitemarks look like and that was not it.”

Hunter sighed. “I’ll pay attention but-” He paused. “Huh.”

“What?”

“It might not be anything.” He replies and only knowing that he’s getting to the point keeps Crosshair from interrupting. “But remember how I told you guys that people smell like animals? They’re distinct from each other, and you know I can’t describe it cause I tried to describe you guys, but it’s not like they smell like flowers or old books or whatever people like to think they’d smell like unless they’re wearing a scent. Echo, he doesn’t smell like a trooper. I just never thought about it for some reason.”

“And what does he smell like?”

Hunter frowned as he tried to find the words. “Well. He does smell a bit like a trooper and a bit metallic. But he also smells like, what’s was the spice in that cake you liked so much? The one we found on that mission with the weird vultures?”

Crosshair hummed. That had been a really freaking good cake. “The lady said it was a cardamon cream cake. So he smells like cardamon?”

“Cardamon and lilies and wet dirt is the best way I can describe it and I know it’s not his soap cause he uses the same stuff as the rest of us. So yeah. I guess I’ll pay attention.”

Two days later Crosshair gets confirmation that something’s up in a way he did not expect.

Because walking around in the dark in the middle of the night is his job so it’s already odd to find Echo leaning against the cabinet in their ship’s tiny kitchen in the pitch dark. “You’re going to trip reg.” Crosshair says and leans over to get the lights when Echo looks up.

And twelve pairs of golden violet eyes meet Crosshair’s.

He staggers back, trips over something, falls. “Crosshair!” Echo grabs his hand, pulling him up, then scrambles for the lights as if he forgot they might be necessary and Crosshair yelps as the light hits his eyes.

He blames that and the shock for blurting out; “What the hell are you Echo?”

Echo blinks, looking hurt. “I’m a trooper. Like you all.”

“Troopers don’t have twenty-four freaking eyes.” Crosshair hissed. They aren’t there now, he’s got 2 brown eyes in the exact same shade of brown nearly every trooper has, but Crosshair knows what he saw. He knows what he’s been seeing.

Echo tilts his head. And he grins. It’s a smile Crosshair’s seen before, whenever Echo’s about to respond to his taunts with something cutting and clever, part “take that” and part inviting him to share the joke. There’s nothing off about that smile save for that it’s mirrored in Echo’s shadow, splayed against the cabinets behind him too dark for their lights.

“The Bad Batch.” Echo muses, like there’s a joke Crosshair hasn’t caught yet, and he’s never had a reason to call Echo dangerous even when he didn’t trust him, but he’s starting to feel cornered even though Echo hasn’t moved. “You think you’re the only strange ones. ‘Don’t worry Rex, we know how to handle a reg.’ Never mind that Torrent was always a little crazy, or it used to be. Never mind that I was an ARC and a damn good one, and we’re all more than competent. And I appreciate what you all did, in welcoming me into the squad, I appreciate it more than I can say, and I do really like you guys, but you are so freaking cocky. So certain you can handle anything. And to be fair you’re damn good at your job, but sometimes it’s annoying. So.” He grins that taunting grin again. “You want to know what the reg’s deal is? Figure it out.”

He leaves. His grinning shadow lingers a moment before following. Crosshair stares.

And then decides that a glass of water isn’t gonna cut it and goes for the stash of moonshine.

#the bad batch to me is kinda like the hotd or got shows #in that I haven't seen them and am not really interested in changing that #but I have more contextual/background information then I do most shows people I follow ramble about because I'm familiar with related thing #I've read part of got and seen the clone wars #and I like some of the fics #I like the idea that whatever Echo's got going on supernatural-wise it's completly unrelated to the Techno Union #it's something he's either always had or had for most of the war and he's comfortable with it #but he's not exactly open about it #I have no idea if i'll write any more of this but if anyone's interested or I get more ideas I could try #the clone wars #clone troopers #eldritch clone troopers #eldritch echo #eldritch #the bad batch #tbb #bad batch echo #arc trooper echo #crosshair #hunter

[grimpisces]

I've always seen others clone oc, so here's mine lol

They're a living bacteria that morphed into clone armor left from a deceased solider. No one really wants to out them though...

#star wars #clone trooper #clone trooper oc #clone wars #clone wars oc #star wars art #star wars oc #clone oc #the clone wars #tcw #art #my art #silly little thing lol #eldritch monster type man

[phoenixyfriend]

Shadow and Mirror

Read on AO3, written for this prompt

Cody has a new crush.

Well, a “crush” implies something much more childish than the point he’s reached in his life.

Cody has… felt a connection and really hit it off with someone he finds reasonably attractive.

His brothers are being less than supportive.

“He is my Jedi and one of my best friends,” Rex says, “but I just… for both your sakes, life will be so much easier if you don’t go for it.”

Cody is unfazed. “You do remember he was my Jedi Commander before he got promoted and took you with him, right? I know what he’s like, and I’m into it.”

Rex makes a face. “Uh, all due respect, Cody—”

Oh, this bitch.

“—but he’s changed in some pretty big ways since he split from Kenobi.”

“So’ve I.”

This earns him an eyeroll. “Yes, yes, you’ve discovered your romantic charisma and started charming the pants off of any sentient you encounter on leave. You do realize that’s part of the problem?”

“That I have game?”

“Skywalker doesn’t do casual,” Rex insists. “Open, maybe, if you talk about it, but he doesn’t do casual.”

After a moment of consideration, Cody shrugs. “I can work with that.”

“Can you?” Rex challenges. “Can you really deal with the full force of Anakin’s attention? With him losing his entire mind if you get hurt, and calling you up at three in the morning to chat, and promising you the galaxy in a bunch of flowery words that should be hyperbole, but really, really worryingly sounds literal and sincere?”

“…did you try dating him?”

“No, but I was there basically every time he hung with Amidala, and that shit continued past the point where he gave up on romantic seduction and settled into friendship,” Rex says, more of a grumpy complaint than anything, “and she’s just as weird as he is when it comes to all that, so it’s no skin off her back to match his energy, but you are not on their level.”

“Rude.”

“I’m just saying,” Rex grits out from between clenched teeth, “that you like to have fun, and Anakin likes to dedicate every morsel of crazy knocking around his brain to whichever poor soul ended up in his affections.”

“I feel like insulting your CO that much is grounds for a court martial.”

“Echo told him, to his face, that he occasionally seemed crazy as a bag of tooka kits and about as hinged as a sliding door. General Skywalker took a second to process, and then laughed. He doesn’t care, not if it’s from a friend.”

Cody hums. “Which you are.”

“Yes.”

“Enough to warn me away before I break his heart?” Cody asks. Rex looks away, and Cody can only chuckle. “You’re not that subtle, Rex.”

“I’m trying to make sure you do what’s best for both of you,” Rex insists, glancing at Cody for only a moment before breaking eye contact again, “so Anakin doesn’t get disappointed, and so you’re not walking in blind when it comes to him being… the most.”

Cody snorts. “I can handle Skywalker, Rex. I may not be a Jedi or a Senator, but I can handle one brat with a smart mouth, a bad attitude, and a couple of super-powers.”

Rex grimaces. “I mean… it’s not really… that simple. The Force stuff, I mean.”

There’s something a little odd to Rex’s voice with that one, more than just the weird pauses. Cody doesn’t dismiss it quite as easily as he might have. Instead, he carefully asks, “the whole ‘Chosen’ thing some of the Shinies were gossiping about? Kenobi said it was an old superstition more than anything, a metaphor taken too literally, and that even the Jedi argue about it.”

“When?”

Cody’s expression must speak for him, because Rex clarifies without prompting.

“When did Kenobi say that?”

Cody looks past him at the wall, frowning as he thinks. Rex waits, and doesn’t take it too personally; they know each other too well for that. Finally, Cody shrugs. “A couple months in. Skywalker was still a Jedi Commander with the 212th.”

“So, before Mortis.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. “This has to do with that shitshow?”

Rex looks uncomfortable. “You… aren’t 501st.”

“Yeah, and?”

“Well… Kenobi didn’t get possessed. Or channel a god. He just used an extra weird lightsaber for a bit.”

Cody gives it a few moments, and then finally says, “Rex.”

His brother continues to look uncomfortable.

“What did that place do to Skywalker and Tano?”

(Continue on AO3)

#Codakin #Codykin #Anakin Skywalker #Commander Cody #Ahsoka Tano #Clone Trooper Fives #ARC Trooper Fives #Clone Trooper Echo #ARC Trooper Echo #Captain Rex #star wars #the clone wars #eldritch au #phoenix files

[adhd-coyote]

Cult of Fox has been updated!

Cult of Fox - Chapter 4 - adhd_coyote, TheDarkRat - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

Cult of Fox Authors: adhd_coyote (me) & TheDarkRat (@darknight-brightstar) Rating: T Archive Warnings: N/A Ships: Thire/Stone (background) Chapter Summary: Problem asks if there should be rules.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #crossover fanfiction #cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb fanart #cult of the lamb crossover #commander fox #eldritch commander fox #coruscant guard #clone trooper ocs #the one who waits

[mwolf0epsilon]

The Light is Unforgiving, Seek Shelter in the Shade

Summary: Since returning to their collective senses, the being known as Torrent has come to learn that monsters don't hide from sunlight. In reality they walk freely and prey on those who seek the light as salvation.

[Short drabble alert. Force Wound/Eldritch Abomination Jesse hours are now! It's been a hot minute since I actually did anything with this part of the AU and that's honestly a crime. If I'm bringing Jesse (and the 332nd Division) back into the fray I might as well showcase the set of rules I set up for them!]

[THIS STORY IS NOW ON AO3]

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There isn't a definite guide for what they are. That much Jesse has gathered as he slowly gets the hang of being the brain of the collective mass of bodies and souls that is "The Torrent". Not even the Jedi fully knew how Force Wounds worked (not that there were many of those anymore that could even begin to explain the basics to them), and honestly this was a phenomenon that even the most knowledged of the defunct Order would have preferred to remain buried under the proverbial sands of time.

Nothing good ever came from being around Force Wounds...

Did that make them, Torrent, something inherently bad? An evil that needed to be eradicated from the face of the galaxy, for the good of everyone that resided in it? Rex hadn't seemed to think so. Neither had Dove nor Echo, who'd done everything in their power to reawaken their humanity. Fought to unchain it from the primeval rage that had overtaken them in due time. Born of pain and fear.

Jesse wasn't sure how exactly to explain it. He could recall everything that had transpired after their deaths but, for some inexplicable reason, he couldn't quite grasp how he'd been feeling at the time. It's like a blanket had been laid over his emotions, suffocated them, and all that was left was a strange itch in his throat that felt like the ghost of a feeling.

Impersonal in a sense. But it shouldn't be so.

Maybe that was just how it was when you were sharing a body with hundreds of others. All feelings were yours but also not. And your one consciousness that you were more intimately aware of just had to accept that like the others did. Maybe that was just the chips in their brains adding to the baffling confusion.

Whatever the case, if he could grasp the concept of being a uniform shape, no extra limbs or eyes or teeth, then he should be able to figure out this whole hundreds of emotions thing as well. Make his own guide, so to speak.

Easier said than done really...

Torrent as a whole learned quickly. They were hundreds of minds, even if Jesse was the one in primary control. On an IQ standpoint they were a genius in their own right.

The first thing they learned was, of course, to look as human as they should. A skill they hadn't even realised they'd forgotten when they'd been so consumed with a lust for revenge, and that worsened when they'd begun luring and hunting clones to add to their immeasurable mass. The first time they'd seen their reflection they'd reeled back in horror at the twisted smoke, fire, armour and molten flesh. In due time (once Rex had eased them into a calmer state) they'd begun to look like Jesse again, but that first instance of seeing themselves as something so abominable had been jarring.

Sure, even now there were times where the number of irises and teeth they possessed were off. And sometimes they let one or two extra arms slip out for the convenience of having more hands to work with. Sometimes tattoos that belonged to the myriad of brothers of the 332nd snaked across their flesh unsupervised. But mostly they just looked like the ARC Trooper with the defunct Republic cog marking his face.

It felt fitting that since Jesse was in control, people should speak to him rather than... Whatever they all were now. Did a Force Wound even have a physical description they could adhere to that wasn't absolutely unfathomable?

Who really knew? Not them that's for sure!

The second thing they learned was that sunlight hurt. Actually they already knew this before they understood how to not look like a walking clusterfuck of limbs and eyeballs. But clarity had a way of messing with learned behaviours. As soon as they'd stepped foot outside to follow their rescue party, they'd all screamed and backed away in terror at the burning sensation.

It had been Dove's quick thinking that got them to throw a cloak over the writhing mass of limbs and agonised faces so that the light didn't hurt them anymore, but them damage had been done. Jesse, Torrent, all of them, had been disheartened at the prospect of being some kind of beast that belonged in the darkness.

A feeling Jesse still struggled with now, as none of his brothers really dared to consider such an idea out of fear that some kind of confirmation would be given to them. But the ARC couldn't ever let well enough alone, and he still thought about it. Still tried to deal with the guilt of what they'd all done in their moment of weakness. What he had done.

Chips or not. Clouded judgement or not. It was all on him. All of the terrible things they'd done when they'd been the thing in the storm.

At least Rex still looked at him like he deserved to be loved. Their ori'vod loved them still, despite nearly having died at their hands more than once.

The third thing that Torrent as a whole had learned, was that monsters (real monsters) didn't hide from sunlight. In reality they walk freely and prey on those who seek the light as salvation.

It puts a wrench in Jesse's pity-party and sends a soothing wave through all the conscious minds that comprise the amalgam Force Wound trooper(s).

On one hand that means that, even though they can't bare the feel of the light and that sometimes they don't look quite human, that doesn't mean they themselves are monsters. Merely a being of special requirements. On the other hand it also means that danger lurks everywhere that the light actually reaches, and that millions if not hundreds of people are in mortal peril without even knowing it.

And this is a much worse thought in Jesse's, all of Torrent's, opinion. They never did like dishonesty, the clones. And being hundreds of them made Torrent's thousands of hackles raise with the urge to do something about it.

And well it isn't hard to hunt monsters. They may hide in plain sight and operate under the light, but even someone with insidious intentions needed a refuge of sorts. A hidden lair to return to. And Torrent was nothing if not a specialist at hiding in deep dark corners to stalk their prey...

What was a rebellion without a skilled tracker and assassin?

No matter how unforgiving the light might be, Torrent will always seek out shelter in the dark. Their souls are luminous and all consuming among the cold shadows.

#Eps Writes #Fanfic #star wars #the clone wars #forceful intervention au #arc trooper jesse #force wound Jesse au #eldritch abomination

[weepingdreamersandwich]

Rex joins the party!

#captain rex #star wars fanfiction #star wars #clones #sw tcw fanfic #eldritch #eldritch clones #starwars fanfic #clone medic kix #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #echo #tcw fives #tcw echo #tcw jesse #rex has a bad day

[thefastestelementalmasteralive]

Sith in the Senate (Sits) au

My designs for Anakin, Fives, and Appo.

Anakin has the son watch over Appo and the daughter over Fives

#anakin skywalker is an eldritch being #anakin skywalker #darth vader #sits au #sith in the senate au #arc trooper fives #clone trooper fives #clone trooper appo

[fanfic-obsessed]

Hi! I wanted to try asking a Talk Shop Tuesday thing but unfortunately I cannot find the freaking post (trying to find things I know exist on tumblr sometimes drives me nuts) so I am throwing an 'elaboration on an au' query out there.

What do the 212th and possibly the other troopers think about Edlritch-Horror-Wrapped-in-a-Disney-Princess Obi-Wan? Aside from dedicating a cult to him just like. That's a really fun au so what do you think was their reaction to him?

I know the frustration of tying to search for something on this site. IF you happen to find the post, send it along.

Back to the Eldritch in a Disny Princess Obi Wan.

So it is important to remember that, for all that Mace Windu called it, the 212th cult was not deliberate, nor did they realize they were forming a cult until well after the fact. In fact, it was not until after the war, when a reporter brought up the possibility of having their religion recognized that their devotion to Obi Wan is religious (among other things).

From the first moment Obi Wan met the 212th, he has radiated a protective energy about the clones. This is an intense feeling for those who encounter it. The 212th, Ghost Company in particular, quickly acclimates to the feeling, even beginning to crave it. The 501st, as battalion next most frequently in contact with Obi Wan,  do not notice as much, but the other battalions say that going into battle with Obi Wan is a bit off putting, akin to having a heavy blanket being wrapped around their minds (no one is quite sure how to describe it).   

Obi Wan does change the people he loves on a fundamental level, after a certain level of exposure is reached. It is utterly unconscious on his part. The 212th hit that level of exposure about six months into the war.  It’s subtle, though everyone noticed that the casualty rate of the 212th, already the lowest in the GAR, dropped even further. But the 212th clones do take on aspects of being something Other that only become obvious when they are standing next to thor non 212th brethren. 

Rumors begin to circulate through the GAR, spread primarily by the natborns. That the 212th sacrificed to something for their luck. That they have made some deal. The other clones will vehemently deny their brothers doing anything wrong, but every so often Cody will kick a clankers head clear across the battlefield orr Helix will race to an injured clone an the blaster bolts will seem to pass right through him an the non 212th clones that witness it will glance at each other, uneasy.

The unease lessens and vanishes the more a battalion spends time with the 212th (for the clones and the Jedi at least, the natborn officers tends to get more uneasy the longer they worked with th 212th- strangely enough there tended to be a direct correlation between how badly the officer treated the clones and how hunted they felt around the 212th). 

#i love to answer questions #star wars #star wars the clone wars #obi wan kenobi #star wars au

[sarcastic-sketches]

While I was re-reading your tf au's I coudn't stop pictureng the clones(the 501) tiny(like borrower size) while anakin played or snugeled with them as a wolf.

The situation is like:

W! Anaken: :3, pack playfull, pack cuddel. Clones: 'please don' t eat me!please don't eat me!please don't eat me! '

I know you've said Wolf, but tbh this is exactly the sort of behaviour he does as Kitsune!Anakin - huge multi-tailed fox of eldritch Force levels, just tucking in all of the clones he can reach as he curls up around them despite their complaints (if any!). They are now trapped but very warm and very safe. This AU is absorbing most of the ideas I had for the Werewoof AU because despite Anakin coming to them as their General already with the ability to transform into a massive fuzzball, seeing it happen still never gets old. As time goes on he gets bigger and stronger too, as well as far more dangerous due to his size and strength so he has to be more careful on the field not to accidentally squash a trooper.

The transformation also gives Anakin a loophole he can take full advantage of to be as cuddly as he likes without feeling like he's going to be judged for it (he wouldn't have been anyway but hmmm that brain poisoning).

Foxes don't have packs per se but they do run in family units and Anakin really doesn't seem to have a boundary on what constitutes as family so yeah, the 501st are apart of his fox unit. Sure.

The clones play fight with him though instead of each other sometimes, because rough housing a brother is fun but trying to flip a giant fox is the sort of exhilaration the 501st thrive on.

... However, I am now picturing a Kitsune Anakin with a tiny Captain Rex riding around on his head like Amaterasu and Issun from Okami:

#sw au #kitsune!anakin #anakin skywalker #the 501st #I'd be lying if I said this AU hadn't spawned entirely because I started playing Okami again #ask and ye shall receive #star wars #star wars au #the clone wars

[rarepears]

"What's the silliest way to make these fandom so collide?" Oh wait I got it - that eldritch 12th peak lord ran away to earth to become a cultivator because they were dating Obi Wan and got really upset when they broke up... And they broke up because Obi Wan kissed Jinwoo while undercover.... In Westeros

And in the background, Liu Qingge is trying to find Shen Jiu's real biological parents, Luo Binghe is swanning around in the Endless Abyss after retrieving Xin Mo the sword that was once known as the Dark Saber (and was also once Shen Jiu's ex-boyfriend), the Jedi Order is trying to figure out whether Jinwoo is the physical manifestation of the Force while Jinwoo is delivering presents to all of Obi Wan's children yellow minion troopers like he's Santa Claus (except the new couple discovers all the clone have been stolen by Hibari).

Gaara is taking over Tatooine, Orochimaru has taken over Sheev's body, a new Sith (named Wei Wuxian) has been spotted by the legendary Jedi Groot, and Yue Qingyuan still remains locked up in a little black house by Shen Jiu.

#ask #the 12th peak of cang qiong: the eldritch handlers au #gaara of tatooine au #shen jiu is more possessive than he is bitter au #star wars but instead of clones it’s despicable me minions au #groot is a jedi master (and rocket the raccoon is a force sensitive) au #JEDI LAN WANGJI AND SITH LORD WEI WUXIAN #Hibari in Star Wars steals the clones as one does au #shen qingqiu’s old crazy ex is back for revenge… as a sword. named xin mo. au #...and i still haven't tagged all the AUs here #how many of these aus do you recognize? #LUO BINGHE'S XINMO SWORD IS ACTUALLY A PLASMA SWORD ONCE KNOWN AS DARKSABER - SVSSS X STAR WARS AU

[somestorythoughts]

Eldritch Echo Pt. 4

Folks. Folks I have a very basic plot now. Holy fucking shit. I mean like it's a basic plot but my little scene has expanded into a couple of interconnected scenes so. Of all the things to make me write another fanfic it's a random eldritch Clone Wars thought. Okay then.

Perhaps Echo is more Uncanny Valley than fully Eldritch, but I'm certainly not going to change the name now. Especially not when it's aliterative.

Enjoy Part 4!

It’s not as if Tech thinks Crosshair is lying when he said that he saw Echo with over twenty golden violet eyes (and what does that even mean, golden violet?), or that Hunter is wrong when he says Echo doesn’t just smell like a trooper. He did consider that they were dreaming, but they had too many examples from different days for that to be the case. And Wrecker’s observations, backed up by the medical files, certainly supported their statements, as did Echo’s smirk and general amusement. It’s just that he cannot see how he didn’t notice.

It’s true that Crosshair is probably the most observant of them, but it isn’t as if Tech doesn’t pay attention to people. That’s dangerous on Kamino. He is willing to admit he pays more attention to machines and that sometimes he misses things, but that doesn’t mean he’s unobservant.

And yet while Wrecker immediately had an answer when Crosshair brought this up and from the sound of it Hunter had responded quickly as well, Tech cannot recall seeing or hearing anything to suggest that Echo was genetically anything other than another trooper. And aside from that brief thought of bright teeth that could simply have been the sunlight, Tech doesn’t notice anything until two nights later, when Echo is injured.

Echo had been deliberately elusive in response to all of Crosshair’s demands, answering questions as unhelpfully as possible with an innocent smile that Tech would have known was false even without his goggles. He distinctly remembers Crosshair yelping and looking up to see Echo grinning like a wolf while Crosshair swore at him. When he’d asked Crosshair had snarled “That little bastard just made his tongue purple.” Tech hadn’t known how to react to that and had returned to reading through Echo’s medical records. He and Crosshair shared a medic’s duties for their batch and so he had everyone’s records, but even after reading them three times he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

And then they have a mission with commando droids, and Echo wound up under Tech and Crosshair’s careful hands due to a gash in his side that his armor hadn’t quite blocked.

“I want a word with whoever gave those bastards swords.” Echo hissed as Crosshair began to stich him up. Their sniper snorted.

“Understandable.” Tech replied. “I have never asked what your tattoo is.”

The tattoo in question is on Echo’s right shoulder, a few inches above his prosthetic. It’s simple, a straight line with three dots below it and two dots above, but Echo’s expression turned sad.

“It’s my squad. Domino. The bottom three are Hevy, Droidbait, and Cutup. The top two are Fives and I.”

“Fives.” Tech mused. “I’ve heard you mention him after your nightmares.”

Echo grimaces. “Yeah. Yeah Rex says he died a bit before you found me. The others, they died on Rishi. Fives has a matching one on – ouch!”

“Don’t twitch so much.” Crosshair ordered as Tech handed him the bacta. Echo rolled his eyes, closing them. Crosshair glanced up, then caught Tech’s eyes to point at the tattoo.

The dots have changed position.

“Your tattoo has moved.”

Echo smiles without opening his eyes. “They do that.”

“That is not normal for a tattoo Echo.” Tech states. The smile transforms to a grin, jagged and wide, and Echo opens his eyes.

Oh. That’s what golden violet is.

“Normal’s relative Tech. Surely you’ve figured that out.” He pulls himself to his feet, taps his chest. “Thanks Crosshair.”

Blue lines move under his skin, over his heart. They make a little five that pulses like a heartbeat. Tech looks into Echo’s eyes.

“You were asking Wrecker and Hunter why you didn’t see anything off about me. You want to know why?” Tech nods. Somehow his grin goes wider and oh human mouths definitely aren’t supposed to make that shape. “You’ve been focusing on my prosthetics. And I’m still adjusting to them.”

And then there’s nothing off about him as he practically chirps “I’m going to sleep. Bye!” and leaves. Tech stares.

“You get it now?” Crosshair asks dryly. Tech can only nod.

#echo is enjoying himself #the batch knows something's up so its not like he has to worry about them questioning their sanity and that affecting their combat #so he can just #casually grin with a mouthful of fangs and freak them out #he's having fun #eldritch echo #eldritch clone troopers #eldritch #clone wars #writing #clone troopers #tbb #bad batch crosshair #bad batch tech #arc trooper echo #bad batch echo #@mezmatch

[clonemando]

Haunted Clone Week

Written for the Day 4 prompt "Eldritch Horror"

@clonefandomevents

AO3 version here

Waxer has a run in with a weird space creature while scouting a ship in orbit and it has long lasting side effects (aka what if Waxer becomes space Venom?) Waxer/Boil

Trigger Warning for having a creature fuse with your body and soul, tentacles

It was always Waxer. Civvies throwing rotten fruit at them? Waxer was the one getting hit. Sith trap that turned your skin blue? Waxer was the scout that was expected to spring it. Separatist leader wanted someone to carry his things while their General tried to smooze their way into intel for whatever their mission was about? Waxer was the poor sap getting loaded with heavy crates and expected to walk double time. He was starting to think the Force had it out for him. 

“I don’t know what it did. I barely saw the thing. It felt like some sort of space octopus I guess.” Waxer recounted dutifully as he sat in the medbay getting his post mission check-up with Boil, Cody and Obi-Wan all nearby listening. 

“Space octopus?” Cody repeated with a raised eyebrow and Waxer sighed long and hard. 

“Commander, I was only out there long enough to examine the breach in the hull and verify that it wasn’t large enough for a person to climb through so we can be certain that the hull will be empty when we cut it open and send troopers in. I wasn’t equipped to deal with a kriffing ink black monster to shoot out and attach itself to my face.” He grumbled. They had quickly dragged him back to their ship when he started screaming and by the time they got to him the thing was gone and he was just curled in a ball whimpering. He couldn’t really remember why but it left him with a killer headache and now the whole ship was on lock down while they looked for the thing before it could hurt someone else. 

Obi-Wan stroked his beard thoughtfully. “I do not sense the creature in the force but Waxer’s force presence is clouded now and not as bright as it normally is. That does concern me greatly if the sith were able to get their hands on such a creature. If it’s able to meddle with someone’s connection to the force-” He said and Cody finished

“That would be bad… really bad.” He sighed and started sending out orders on the coms for every able bodied trooper to start an in-depth search of the ship. “I’ll take a team and start in the engine rooms and we’ll sweep the ship. Boil will remain with Waxer in case the thing comes back. Thankfully we were able to land so if we find the thing, we can toss it out on the planet and get out of here before it gets back on.” He said and left before Obi-Wan could try to argue that they should keep it for study. 

“Of course the thing is going to come back and try to kill me in my sleep. I have the worst kriffing luck in the GAR.” Waxer whined as Bones cleared him and patted him on the head. 

“The worst and the best vod, seeing as you’re still alive despite all the crazy you end up part of. If you start growing octopus tendrils, call for me, otherwise you’re here for 24 hours before I’ll clear you.” He said before moving on to other patients. 

“He’s laughing at me. Boil, I almost died again and our medic is laughing at me.” Waxer whined and Boil just pressed a kiss to Waxer’s forehead. 

“I’m laughing at you too. You got attacked by what you are describing as a space octopus and then cried yourself into unconsciousness.  It’s a little pathetic, even for you.” He said and Waxer slapped his arm. 

“You’re terrible. I knew I should have accepted when Rex’s Domino asked me out. He was all sweet, unlike you. You’re a terrible Cyare laughing at me when I’m wounded!” He said as dramatically as possible. 

“Really? You’d leave me for a 501st vod? And a shiny at that?!” Boil said looking truly offended at the thought and Waxer grinned. 

“Not shiny anymore, he’s an ARC now, both of them are. Don’t worry, they’re Rex’s. He’d have Cody murder me in my sleep if I dared to date either of them. You’re safe for now, Cyare,” he teased, patting the same arm he had slapped gently. Boil rolled his eyes. 

“They all just fall for the cute cuddly front you put on. I love you despite the snoring and blanket hogging and whining and the fact you kick in your sleep. They’d dump you by the morning.” Boil said back. 

“That reminds me of this thing I heard some natborns chatting about. On the holoweb there’s videos of different people asking their partners if they would still love them if they were a worm. We should get some of the vode to do it. Imagine Obi-Wan asking Cody… Cody’s face would be so good.” He chuckled as Boil shoved Waxer over to join him in the hospital bed so they could cuddle under the single blanket. 

“Would you love me if I were a worm?” Waxer asked after a little period of quiet. 

“Waxer… I’d love you even if you were the grossest, most slimy worm in the galaxy. Now try to sleep. I’ll keep watch so no more space octopi attack you.” Boil murmured softly and Waxer smiled and kissed him softly.

“I’d love you if you were a worm too.” He said before falling asleep to the sound of Boil’s heartbeat under his ear. 

Boil fell asleep shortly after, the stress of worrying about Waxer having worn him out and the feeling of having his partner safe in his arms soothing him into a deep sleep. Deep enough that he didn’t notice at first when something had changed. When warm brown skin started to turn inky black under where he had his arms wrapped around his partner. He didn’t notice anything until Waxer started to thrash around and make sounds of pain and Boil work with a start and called for the nearest medic in a panic. 

Boil was shoved away as the three medics on duty swarmed the bed and the image of black tendrils bursting from his lover’s back once they turned him over was going to be burned into his memories for ages as guilt started to twist in his gut. He was supposed to watch over him and keep him safe and he has fallen asleep on his post. 

Cody and Obi-Wan were called back to the room and Boil told them everything he knew, being honest about having fallen asleep. 

“Waxer will be okay Boil… We’ve figured out what the creature is. It’s a Sydelian soul leech. They feed on positive emotions and memories in their hosts and form a symbiotic relationship with them that allows them to protect the host body from harm. It speeds healing, can form tendrils like the ones you saw to reach out for things and the tendrils are much stronger than most base human muscles. Sydelians see it as a blessing to be chosen by one. The pain Waxer was experiencing was mental as he fought against the creature but now I was able to calm him, he's doing better." Obi-Wan explained and Boil frowned. 

"How do we get rid of it?" He asked and didn't like the way Cody stopped Obi-Wan from answering. 

"We don't. It bonds to a person's… essence. What you might call their manda, what a Jedi would refer to as their force presence… it becomes a part of them mentally and spiritually. It will leave if it lacks food but like we said, it feeds on emotions and purposefully choses a host it knows will sustain it. There's normally a whole ritual where they release the leech amongst their people to allow it to claim a host- it seems pirates were hired to steal the leech for Dooku but they got shot by the Sydelian guard ships. We were meant to make sure there were no sith or force artifacts before they reclaimed it but… well… they believe if it chose Waxer then he is worthy and aren't mad at us. In fact they took it as a sign to strengthen their alliance with the Republic." Cody said seriously. 

Boil wasn't stupid enough to say he didn't care about the Sydelians when Waxer had gotten some weird space creature bonded to his kriffing soul due to them hiding things. But he really just wanted Waxer to be okay. 

"You can see him now. He's fine. Just needs rest and time to process the change. Obi-Wan and I are gathering information on how this might affect him and how everything works." Cody promised and patted him on the shoulder as they left. 

Boil crept back into the room and sighed in relief to see Waxer looked normal again. "Wax? You… okay?" He asked and Waxer looked at him. 

"Yeah, the General did… something and it made the… the… uh… thing stop freaking out. It was reacting to my nightmare and trying to protect me. Nearly tossed Bones into a wall. It's freaky but they promised that eventually I'll be able to control it and it's not going to kill me. The General is trying really hard to be polite but I can tell he wants to nerd out about this." Waxer said, giving him a little grin and that soothed Boil a little more. 

"Freaky is an understatement. You had kriffing tentacles Waxer!" He said and Waxer reached out to squeeze Boil's hand. 

"It wasn't as fun as the kinky holos made it seem? Dang and here I thought I finally was getting lucky." Waxer joked and Boil groaned.

"I take it back. If you were a worm, I'd feed you to a bird or use you to fish on Kamino." He grumbled and Waxer gasped with a hand to his heart. 

"Break my heart twice in one day, why don't you? So grouchy. Boil… it was already in my head. Before we fell asleep. You wouldn't have changed anything by being awake and I'm fine. Really." He promised and Boil sighed but settled back beside him. They'd figure this out like they always did.  

#haunted clone week #star wars #the clone wars #clone trooper waxer #waxer/boil #lieutenant waxer #clone trooper boil #my writing #tcw #clone troopers #fanfic #tentacles #clonefandomevents

[airlockfailure]

Invictus AU Head-canons CG Commanders Edition: Fox

Canon portrays Commander Fox as duty bound and fearless. In Invictus I decided that wasn't going to be the case. Fox is still duty bound, but I chose to make him terrified of a lot of things, just incredibly good at hiding his fear from others.

He's overprotective of the Coruscant Guard (especially the shinies and the CCs) and close friends, worries all the time about his batchmates, is an arachnophobe (that's Lego comic canon), and like many other creators' head-canons Fox is prone to self-detrimental behavior. He's similar to the colloquial "mom friend" who goes "No one else is going to do it? Okay, I will" especially in regards to keeping parts of the Republic functioning. The Ingress? He streamlined refugee intake in order to 1. weed out CIS conspirators 2. make the workload on his men less cumbersome 3. make the workload on the nat borns less cumbersome and 4. Fox hates disorder. The prison system? He's been painstakingly weeding out the corruption and misuse of funding. The Republic is broke, after all, and they ought to prioritize war criminals over citizens trying to survive. (Fox is compassionate to a fault, and dislikes injustice.) The Senate? Fox does everything he can (and then some) to try and keep the CG and the clone army as a whole in the good graces of the Republic. He's not a politician. He's not...

He takes normal GAR stims (mega doses of caffeine) to keep going, but he also takes contraband stims that are illicit drugs and is somewhat too reliant on them. Why is he not addicted to them? He is, but Fox is brutal toward himself, and is repeatedly cut off cold-turkey from supply because he ends up injured or too busy. He usually hides in the med center in Myth's office when he's going through withdrawal (while still trying to get work done, damn it Fox). The last one he ever uses is in his fight with Dooku. He doesn't touch them again after that, and even stops drinking so much caf (because lightsaber versus guts equals digestive problems).

He's afraid of drowning, but taking inspiration from that one post discussing how the Force is an eldritch horror, the drowning phobia is a metaphor for his use of the Darkside. IMO the Darkside would be the natural state of Force users if they were not exposed to Jedi teachings. Jedi exist after thousands and thousands of years of trial and error learning how to mitigate the Force's negative affects on the user. Fox, having no training, and limited exposure to Jedi where he is not at odds with them (SKYWALKER), and constantly exposed to Palpatine, and relying entirely on instinct and emotion to power the fuck through every day, Fox is drowning in darkness. He's also preoccupied with saving other clones, and in his own opinion, sometimes selfishly so.

Why doesn't Sidious sniff Fox out? Well, Sidious is trying to sniff Fox out. Fox really only begins to use the Force in earnest after helping Slick. Prior to that, he's locked down, and accidentally does things due to strong emotions (resurrecting CT-2587 or being clairvoyant for brief moments when someone is in danger: see Dawn's situation at the start of Invictus). On top of that, Fox believes he's alone in his ability to use the Force. When Colt tells him that's not the case, and gives him intel on Slick, Fox mistakes Colt's words to mean that Slick is the only other Force-sensitive clone. Colt works on Kamino. He sees some weird shit. Colt knows 100% there's a shit ton of Force-sensitive clones. And it's the sheer numbers of them that help keep Fox hidden for so long. It's not until his showdown with Sidious that they fully recognize each other. Sidious has been hunting his nightmares, and Sidious does know about Slick.

I write Fox as a sex-positive asexual. Fox is tactile and shows physical affection toward other clones by hugging them, sharing his bunk or their bunk. He lets tired troopers sleep on his shoulder. He holds dying men until they pass (if possible, sometimes it's not safe). He's constantly offering comfort to those around him. He says he's not great with words, but for a clone, you could consider Fox silver-tongued. He can lie, and he can convince people to believe him. For the clones, usually it's the phrase "everything will be okay".

I ship Fox with Riyo (and headcanon Riyo as being about 23-25). Thorn is friends with Riyo first, via escorting Padme frequently. Riyo respects the clones. She faced her insecurities as a senator with the 501st and learned a few things about war, battle, and her distaste for callousness toward life. She can take care of herself (which is great because Fox is already juggling more than he can handle), but more importantly, in regards to Fox, Riyo wants to help the clones. She wants to help him help the clones. Fox has no voice in the Senate, so Riyo speaks for him. Fox is so starved of everything a normal human has, and Riyo gives him everything. He is not attracted to her, but he loves her.

It was initially Thorn's idea to get Riyo to ask Fox out for caf. Partly as a joke, and partly because Fox needs to stop working for five seconds. And then they became serious about it, and saved the Republic and the clones (and the Jedi).

Fox doesn't actually like the color blue (LOL) or red (he hates red, and blue he has the unfortunate association of the 501st causing more chaos for him to take care of sghsgskhfd). He likes what's described as "wine-dark" because he saw the ocean at sunset once on Kamino and it burned into his brain.

Fox's Phase I bucket belonged to another clone on Geonosis. Fox had to slice it's protocols because the clone wasn't a commander. The bucket is glitchy, prone to system failure and blue-screening, but Fox is attached to it. Thorn keeps it safe for him during the upgrade to Phase II. Fox's Phase II bucket is shattered in half by the end of the war because he gives Sidious a Force backed kov'nyn (headbutt).

Fox was officially adopted by the elderly Mandalorian Aren Kelborn who had been living among refugees on Coruscant. While Fox isn't sure he sees Aren as a father figure (more like a dangerous grandpa), his death is a major loss for Fox's mental well being, as he has to go back to saving clones on his own. Aren bequeathed Fox with his beat up Beskar armor, which Fox uses as a disguise when doing unsanctioned things.

It's called the Invictus AU based on the poem by William Ernest Henley, and because in the illegal gambling fights Fox was placing himself into to earn credits for decommissioned troopers, he held the moniker "Invictus" because he didn't feel comfortable being called "Mando" (he doesn't believe he deserves to be Mandalorian despite Aren's insistence and adoption). Fox has a tattoo down is spine in Mando'a that's a line from the poem (is there a space version of William Ernest Henley? This is fiction, so why not?)

I wanted to write Fox as undefeated. The only person who defeats Fox is himself.

Is Fox overpowered? Yes. But after all the crap people give him, I think he deserves to be.

#cc 1010 #commander fox #invictus au #swtcw #tcw #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #force sensitive clones #asexual fox #force sensitive fox #airlock writes #clone wars headcanons

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

The gods of Mortis are reborn in a trio of clone troopers. Fox, Rex, and Cody take stock of their new world.

Title taken from the song Yellow Flicker Beat by Lorde.

Speaking of clones, everybody should totally check out this post about Land Back in Aotearoa and donate if you can.

#the force as eldritch horror #eldritch force #eldritch clones #captain rex #clone trooper rex #clone captain rex #rex #clone commander cody #cody #clone commander fox #star wars #swtcw #the clone wars #sw tcw #tcw #sw #canon divergence #star wars mortis #mortis #clone wars #clone troopers #star wars the clone wars #sw the clone wars #star wars tcw #eldritch #the force #star wars au #alternate universe #commander cody #commander fox

[mwolf0epsilon]

Ok not sure what else to ask about Torrent but I want to hear more

Have a bit of trivia: Aside from being an excuse to bring back Jesse into the mix, Torrent is also a means for me to explore Living Force Wounds like Jedi Exile Meetra Surik and Lord of Hunger Darth Nihilus (with a touch of Abeloth if you squint).

I wanted to try showing what a non-Force sensitive might go through if they were in a similar position as Surik or Nihilus.

The result is an entity that's clearly a Darkside abomination, but who's not inherently evil. Torrent is a contradiction, and that's what makes it interesting to poke around with the concept behind them.

#star wars #the clone wars #forceful intervention au #arc trooper jesse #meetra surik #darth nihilus #abeloth #I just think Star Wars should have more eldritch abominations #gaeasun

[adreamfromnevermore]

look and see (the void between stars)

On his wrist his comm buzzed, crackled, came to life. “This is republic blockade runner 0’niner’niner we have broken through.”

Keeli grinned, blood on his lips as he choked once more and began to dig deep within himself. Pushing himself up onto his elbows and then making it to his knees, his General was a force of nature beside him, still fighting as he made it to his feet and lifted his blaster once more.

New chapter is up!

#star wars #eldritch jedi #captain keeli #ima-gun di #jedi #star wars the clone wars #clone troopers #my fic #this one is a bit of a mess #not gonna lie