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miru-has-thoughts · 8 months

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How To Watch Professional Wrestling (2023)

Hello people of earth, Jupiter, and wrestling Tumblr! I’ve seen many posts here asking about where to watch professional wrestling. After a few weeks of research and speaking with my buddies who work for various television networks, and those who navigate the interwebs, I have compiled a list on where you can watch your favorite wrestlers without breaking the bank in this economy!

I’ll first talk about the legal ways.

WWE (for those in the states)

-For those in the states, to watch WWE live, you can get traditional cable, satellite or a streaming service with live tv that includes the USA network. (Fox is a free channel so every live tv service has Fox). I would suggest Youtube TV b/c you get a lot of bang for your buck, but it can be expensive if you do not watch a lot of channels. The other alternative is sling tv, which if I remember is much cheaper than YTTV (about $40).

-Regular Hulu offers Raw and Smackdown, but it’s available next day.

-The other place you can get your WWE content is Peacock, though the problem is there is no live content and the episodes are uploaded after a month. Peacock is only useful for PLEs and to watch the back catalog of WWE ($5.99/month).

-There is an option to livestream the USA Network on their app and website HOWEVER, you do need a TV provider to access so it defeats the purpose.

*What I will say is this option is useful for those who live in the West, have cable/streaming service and want to watch Raw live.

WWE (International)

-Most countries have the WWE Network but it is very similar to Peacock in that there is no live content

* This is b/c of broadcasting rights with other stations that stops WWE from putting Raw and Smackdown up straight away like the PPVs

-WWE also has deals with broadcasting channels around the world, but they more or less work similarly to Peacock.

SO, for the U.S folks, the best way to watch WWE legally and for cheap would be to purchase Sling TV and Peacock to get the full experience that will run you ~$45-55/month.

International folks would benefit from getting a VPN and doing the same (Sling + Peacock)

….

AEW (stateside)

-Again the best way to watch AEW is cable/live TV. The best options here would be Youtube TV and Sling.

-There is a TBS app, but like the USA Network app, you need a subscription to cable/live tv, and honestly the app lags and is very faulty. Would not recommend.

-For PPVs, you can purchase from traditional cable providers/satellite ($50/PPV)

-The other one is Bleacher Report (Ditto).

-You can also watch at certain Bar/Restaurants and Movie Theaters which could be a cheaper alternative to buying the PPV, though not every place in the U.S offers this, so make sure you check with your local Dave & Busters, Tom’s Watch Bar, and movie theaters.

(AEW International)

-Now we are in murky waters as AEW has given the rights to a few apps for different parts of the world (besides watching it by cable)

-Canada has TSN, Latin America is getting stuck with ViX, others have DAZN, and the rest are still on Fite TV.

-All these options have faults. TSN is expensive with cable and if you want to watch Collision you need the TSN app and that’s expensive as well.

-ViX, while the cheapest option of all mentioned, is a joke of an app. Those that have used it reported it’s difficult to find AEW on the app. You HAVE to watch it live as there is no VOD, no back catalog, and the commentary is only in Spanish.There is also no PiP, in fact they don’t even air the fight when they throw to commercial, it just goes to a “we’ll be right back screen”.

-DAZN is expensive, misses shows, starts late, and is buggy. It’s also inflated with commercials before, after and in the middle of the show and the video quality is garbage.

-For anyone with Fite, you get the live stream but you have to wait 30 days for the VOD. Though you do have access to the back catalog.

*This is due to AEW’s deals with the streaming platforms above.

-Fite UK really is the old faithful as you can pay for AEW+ to watch live, get VOD next day, have access to the back catalog and no PiP.

-PPVs can be purchased and watched through traditional satellite/cable provider

-YouTube (Canada, Mexico, Germany, Italy, France, UK, South Korea)

-PPV.com (Canada, Australia, New Zealand, UK and Ireland)

-SKY Germany

-SKY Italia

-DAZN (UK, Ireland, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Netherlands, Mexico, Brazil, France, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Denmark, Poland, Portugal, Thailand, Taiwan, Malaysia, Singapore, Bulgaria)

-You can also buy through Fite (pretty much anyone)

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Ok, so now you have all this info but you still don’t know what’s best for you? I would say if you want to watch both WWE + AEW, go with the live TV option. If you just want AEW, get yourself a VPN and go with Fite UK. This applies to Americans and International folks!

For PPV, the best option is Fite as when you purchase it, you have it for life and can replay it as much as you want. You also have the luxury of being able to watch on 2 devices simultaneously, so if you can’t fork out the money for a PPV, perhaps buddy up with someone, pay half and watch together on separate devices.

-PPVs on UK fite are £13.99 each (about $16 American) and fite NZ are $20 American.

*If you cannot afford a VPN, the two free VPNs I recommend are Proton VPN and Urban VPN.

OK so now you have the legal ways of watching wrestling, but now you’re probably saying, “but Jei! This is great and all, but I don’t have money!”. Well my friend, this is where I give you a lifejacket and show you how to navigate the deep waters of the interwebs, and by the time you finish reading this, you will know how to be a damn great pirate!

-What you will DEFINITELY need is a good ad blocker

-International folks, use a VPN that can connect to a US server.

Websites that have live streams, back catalog, PPVs, and wrestling from many promotions:

- Wrestling Network

- Wrestling Live

- PWrestling

- Watch Wrestling

- All Wrestling

- Watch Wrestling 24

- Watch Wrestling Up

*a lot of these have pesky ads you have to deal with and sometimes streams break in between, but since it’s free… Well, beggars can’t be choosers. Some will ask you to sign up, they are not asking for money, but if you are not comfortable sharing info, choose another site.

-Also while searching some of these sites, I came across a list from a website called Techlazy, and a person named Nagama Ansari compiled a list with more sites and gives an overview on sites I mentioned and others. I’ll link it here.

Well folks, if you made it this far, congratulations on successfully being able to navigate legal and pirated waters. In all seriousness, if you made it this far, I want to thank you for finding this helpful. I recently came back into the wrestling fold and the people in this community have been nothing but positive and friendly both in person and in real life. The best way I can give back to all of you is by using my knowledge working in television and journalism as well as using my network to help make it easier for all of you to enjoy what we love without worrying about paying a fortune to watch what you want.

Also, I am one of thousands of people getting screwed over by television monopolies and streaming services, so this is my petty way to get back at them!

#wwe #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #aew #aew dynamite #aew rampage #aew collision #all elite wrestling #wrestling

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treesnutsandleaveswrites · 1 year

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Five Reminders of Fives

An Echo Drabble

One.

When Hunter first called him his vod, Echo’s world stopped for a moment. They were fixing up his hammock in the Batch’s barracks, finally relieving Echo from sleeping on the floor the past few rotations. They were pulling it up into the air when Hunter spoke.

“Is that alright, vod?”

Echo snapped his gaze to where Hunter was standing, briefly seeing his goateed brother in his red GAR training outfit, before being pulled away by Hunter’s voice.

“Echo?”

Hunter looked at him expectantly, still waiting for an answer. Echo looked back at the hammock before nodding.

“Yeah… yeah, that's good…” He licked his lips, finding the familiarity of the word again…

“Vod…”

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Two.

Wrecker was sitting at the workbench in their barracks with Hunter, arm wrestling. Even if Wrecker was the strongest of the group, Hunter was showing some great resilience against him. Echo was watching them with nothing else better to do, not fully focussed on who would win. Wrecker strained out, still trying to throw Hunter off somehow.

“Who do you think will win, Eck?”

Fives and Hevy were standing on either side of the monitor that had the screen looking over the Rishi moon, grunting and panting as they fought for dominance in this arm wrestle. Fives panted out with a smirk.

“It’s gonna be me, right, vod?”

Wrecker grinned, still pushing until he was finally able to slam Hunter’s hand against the durasteel with a victorious whoop following after.

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Three.

Echo and Tech were fixing the Marauder, adding some new enhancements that Tech thought up the night before. Echo was sitting on the armrest of the pilot’s seat while Tech was under the console, looking at the wiring. Tech was murmuring under his breath.

“Kriffing hell…”

Echo was leaning against the wing of a fighter in the hangar of the Resolute as he watched Fives laying under it, cursing quietly. He chuckled with a shake of his head while looking down at his brother.

“Need a little help?”

Tech hummed, rolling out from under the panel to look at Echo.

“That would be very useful.”

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Four.

Crosshair wasn’t a conversationalist. Echo knew that from the get go. Sometimes, when Echo couldn’t sleep from all the buzzing in his brain, he would find Crosshair awake and they would simply sit in silence. One particular night, Echo was tossing and turning in his hammock. It was no use going to sleep, so he got out of his hammock and found Crosshair sitting on one of their cargo boxes while pieces of his rifle blaster were set out on the floor in front of him. Echo sat at the workbench near him, looking over the pieces carefully before looking to the sniper as he cleaned a certain piece meticulously.

“You gotta get in there.”

Fives explained, rubbing the dirty cloth over the blaster piece. He was particular about how his blasters were cleaned and now he was showing Echo how it was done. Echo nodded while watching his vod.

“I get it.”

Echo didn’t realize Crosshair had spoken until he found his eyes reflecting his own. Crosshair looked at him for a moment before going back to cleaning another piece, letting Echo watch so he’d be able to find some peace in the night.

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Five.

After leaving Kamino, Echo’s mind was jumbled with uncertainty. He had never known anything other than the Republic, so he never really thought of life away from it. Away from the GAR… away from war… He wasn’t reminded of that kind of life until Omega with her wide, wondering eyes. She had so many questions and so much to discover, just like when he and Fives went out into the galaxy as ARC troopers for the first time. Omega looked over the farm on Cut’s land with a glimmer in her eyes before looking up at Echo with a smile.

“Do you want this one day?”

Fives looked at him with a small smile. They were standing at the border of a small village they had just given aid to, watching as the people tried to get back to their peaceful, domesticated lives. Their other brothers helping in small, meaningful ways. Echo looked back at Fives for a moment, truly thinking of the end of the war. Thinking of his brothers living freely. Thinking of Fives. He could see it in his eyes that Fives wanted it. And he deserved it.

Echo managed to nod softly.

“Yeah… one day.”

#the bad batch #tbb #echo #tbb echo #ct 1409 #star wars #the clone wars #the clone boys #the 501st #tcw #tcw echo #tcw fives #sw #domino squad #domino twins #ct 5555 #fives

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cross-my-heartt · 1 year

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One Request

(If Filoni can't promise my boy a happy ending, I sure as hell can. Contains spoilers for the events of episode 12, The Outpost)

The ship rocked as it flew through hyperspace – little shocks that caused the room to sway and groan, the result of some minor damage sustained during the shootout. Hunter could hear the others beyond the doors of the cargo bay, Wrecker and Echo getting treatment while Tech’s voice piped up with instructions for Omega.

It soothed his mind despite the adrenalin, to know that they were all okay, but the thought was distant now that he was completely absorbed in the task in front of him.

The bony fingers felt cold in his hand and he squeezed them, counting his own heartbeats to remind himself that the heart in Crosshair’s chest was still beating as well.

His vod looked like a ghost: bruises, healed over scrapes, chafing around his wrists and a pallid complexion that rivaled that of a Kaminoan. The bags under his eyes reached the top of the mask pumping oxygen into his lungs and the blanket caved in all the places that should be round with muscle but he was alive.

His brother was alive despite being held in that nightmarish place, alive despite all odds, and Hunter felt himself shudder as he squeezed that cold hand again.

There was no prayer in the galaxy that could describe how grateful he was for it. To have his vod back – his brave, stupid, stubborn vod’ika. The one who always learned the hard way. The one always covered in bruises and scabs because of it, who always ended up being punished by the truth because he sheltered himself from it.

It was never easy with Crosshair. But Hunter would go through all those hardships again if it meant having his brother here like this and not lost forever.

The next breath he drew was shaky and he leaned over the body in the bunk, trying to curl away from the pain of his own wounds. He would stay like this for as long as he could – give Crosshair the comfort he was deprived of for so long and for his own sanity because right now he needed to be reminded his brother was alive more than ever.

They would be out of hyperspace in a little while and making their next jump and he would rest once he was sure everything was fine and they were on their way to safety. Until then the weak rasping huffs of Crosshair’s breath would be his succor.

Crosshair came back to them after a days’ long sleep with a deafening noise and the clatter of whatever piece of tech had just scattered over the floor.

They’d all jerked awake in their bunks, hands reaching for their blasters before any of them were fully awake and had only settled down after realizing the noise had come from the dark hallway they could see through the open door of the bunkroom.

They followed the trail of clumsy destruction all the way to the entry hatch – also open – where the morning light poured in from outside in hazy puddles. Hunter approached the hatch first.

He shouldn’t be up and walking so soon, Tech’s voice echoed in his mind, he’s hardly in any shape to keep himself upright, much less go wandering outside.

Hunter looked for a hint of annoyance in the words, irritation for the device lying broken on the floor, but all he found was worry for their stubborn vod.

Going outside, however, he couldn’t bring himself to drag Crosshair back to bed.

His brother’s shoulders were hunched and shivering under the ratty blanket he’d dragged from his bunk but his eyes remained glued to the sun as it crawled over the hills in the distance. There was a bony determination to his frame and Hunter stood back, letting him have this moment.

He should have it, he told himself, his first sunrise as a free man.

They stayed like that for a while, Crosshair’s expression unreadable as he sat with his back to the ship, his jerky shivering breaths easing out as the air became warmer and more bearable. Hunter had almost retreated into his own little meadow of peace, tucked away into the back of his mind, when he heard Crosshair’s voice call out to him.

“… one request.” His brother rasped out and Hunter leaned forward from where he’d been propped against the wall.

“What was that, Cross?”

“I have one request.” His brother tried again, stronger this time, and Hunter felt himself come fully awake.

Crosshair probably didn’t know it but Hunter couldn’t deny him anything at this moment, even if his brother intended to test his already fragile health doing something he shouldn’t. Still Hunter would let him.

So he listened. And he agreed without question.

A mere fifteen minutes later the Marauder was hurtling through hyperspace and Crosshair was back in his bunk, restfully asleep.

Hunter didn’t know where Barton-4 was or why they were going there but Tech assured him it was an outpost the Empire should have vacated long ago.

What he could never have prepared himself for was the sight of Crosshair hobbling around the abandoned base, carefully picking up equipment – reg buckets – and bending down on unsteady legs to pick up pieces of crates and discarded blaster rifles to stick into the snow outside.

They were all petrified as they watched him work. He clearly needed help as he stumbled around, uncoordinated, but interfering somehow felt wrong, like this was a private moment they shouldn’t intrude upon so they stayed in place, Hunter’s lips pressed into a line as one reg helmet after another were mounted atop impromptu racks. Makeshift graves, a distant part of him realized.

At one point Crosshair dropped a piece of crate with a clatter and Hunter felt himself twitch with the urge to help but Omega was quicker. She ran over to pick up the fallen bar and Hunter saw her eyes mist over when she handed it over to Crosshair.

His vod accepted it, uncharacteristically quiet, before going back to his task.

The last bucket was one they’d found outside on the landing zone, no body in sight next to it, and once it was secured to the bar, Crosshair finally stood back to observe his handiwork, his silhouette looking even smaller under the blanket shielding his form from the cold (he wouldn’t accept anything warmer).

There was something poignant in it. The lee of the hill sheltering the small graveyard and the sun throwing long pointed shadows across the ground. His brother’s first sunset as a free man.

Hunter’s instincts were telling him to leave this place – there were predators lurking in the mountains and reports of raiders hiding nearby but he didn’t dare move from his spot.

Crosshair looked so heartbreakingly small framed by those graves, a lonely and emaciated figure that he wanted to whisk away someplace warm, embrace and comfort, even if he didn’t know what for – none of them knew what had happened here – but he still stood back and waited.

His brother needed this moment and he would have it. Crosshair had never asked for anything in his life – nothing besides a modicum of privacy and the respect of his own personal space – and Hunter would make damn sure he got this. Force knew he deserved it after all he’d been through.

By the time his vod stirred from his vigils, the sun had dipped well below the horizon. They were all surprised when Omega threw her arms around him, squeezing him in a hug, but not as surprised as when their vod returned it, his bony arms coming to rest on her shoulders. Wrecker was the next to move, enveloping them both in his larger frame and Hunter felt the way Tech stiffened next to him, only moving when Echo had padded over to join the group of three with an arm around Crosshair’s shoulders.

When Hunter finally had his entire family safe and sound in his arms, together and whole, he decided he knew what true peace felt like for the first time in his life.

“What were their names?”

“There was Hexx and Veetch and… Mayday. I don’t know the rest.”

“I see. They’re all resting in peace now, vod’ika, thanks to you.”

“Hmm.”

“Was he a good brother?”

“… One of the best.”

#tbb #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb spoilers #bad batch spoilers #tbb season 2 #tbb omega

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captainpains · 1 year

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Vigilance (Commander Fox x reader)

Fun for Foxy! Enjoy!

Warnings: gn reader, vigilante reader (but like Carmen Sandiego), swearing, mentions of alcohol and unsavory acts towards women, sexual tension, flirty banter, mentions of terrorism. No beta, we die like clones!

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In the lower levels of Coruscant, where the police and clones are scarce, there is rumored to be a protector.

A vigilante.

Someone who stopped the gangs from killing the civilians. Someone who halted thieves and saved women from drunken aggressors. Someone who insured the safety of the people on the lower levels when no one else cared. Someone who had evacuated the survivors of the power station attack. Someone who always wore a bright red coat.

That someone was you.

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Fox sighed as he looked over the reports on his datapad. Paper work was never ending -- he'd hadn't slept in days. He took a sip of his caf and continued to read the report on the lower levels. The crime rate had dropped, not exponentially but enough for it to be noticable. That would be a good thing on a normal day, however, what made this stand out was the fact that the guard had been absent from the lower levels for a whole month. Fox knew this drop wasn't caused by the police force (maker knows they’re useless). He was brought out of his thoughts by a knock on his door.

"Come in," he said tiredly, taking a sip of caf.

"Sir," the shiny saulted. "This security footage came in this morning. I think it's worth a look."

"Give it here," he ordered. The shiny handed the datapad to him, and with a second sault left back to his duties.

Fox looked at the datapad. The footage he had was of poor quality, but from what he could tell, it may have solved his mystery. The blurry video showed what he assumed to be a break in, followed by a figure in red stopping them. The person, from what he could see, was human. The video had at least given him a lead. However, when he tried to run a facial scan on the figure in red, the still frame was such poor quality the system didn’t work.

And so started the hunt for the crimson hero.

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Months later, Fox was still working on the case. It was far from his top priority, but his curiosity had been peaked when he saw that first video. Slowly, the mysterious crimson ghost (as the guard called you) began to show up more in security footage. The commander had even managed to pick up a trail, only it proved fruitless in the end. You always managed to evade any attempted capture.

“Cheer up, vod,” Hound said, clapping his brother on the shoulder. “That Crimson Ghost can’t avoid the guard forever.”

Fox rolled his eyes and went back to staring down at his drink. By some miracle, the rest of the guard had convinced him to join them at 79′s for drinks. He needed a break from the whiny senators. Unfortunately, it didn’t help him relax much.

“I’m heading back...” Fox muttered as he stood up.

Despite the protest of his friends, he moved through the sea of dancing people and towards the exit of the clone bar. Once outside, Fox took a deep breath, for once appreciating the stale night air. He moved through the small crowd of people.

Before Fox could reach the platform where taxis were waiting, he got tackled and trampled by a couple of men running away from someone. He managed to stand up just in time to see a red figure fly after the men.

The crimson ghost.

Fox broke out in a sprint chasing after them. He was not a nimble as the red figure, dodging everything that would slow the chase. It was only when the men turned down an alleyway that he had an idea to catch up. He took a shortcut through a store and exited through the back door into the alley. He slowed to a stop and looked around, seeing nothing there, he slowly continued into the alley, pulling his blaster from its hidden place in his civi jacket.

"I have to give it to you, you're persistent," a somewhat husky voice said from above.

He was prepared when you dropped down in front of him, holding his blaster in a way that he could kill you if you tried anything. You took notice of this and raised your hands to be next to your head. Fox looked over your shadowed form, checking for any hidden weapons (or so he told himself).

"And you are very hard to catch," he replied slowly.

"Nice to know that I've been keeping the Coruscant guard on their toes," you replied.

Commander Fox looked at you, a questioning look on his face. You were different than he expected. The blurry security footage of you made it seem like you were so serious, yet you were teasing him with all the mirth of a brother.

"Where are the men you were chasing?" He asked, surveying the alley.

"Have you tried looking up?" You asked back, with a teasing tone.

Fox raised a brow but slowly turned his eyes skyward. He saw the two men tied together, hanging by their feet attached to a pipeline. They were gagged and from the looks of it unconscious.

"Impressive," was all he said as he turned his eyes back towards you.

"I do have a few questions for you, but first and foremost, I'd like to thank you for single-handedly lowering the crime rate in the lower levels. That is no easy feat." He complimented you.

"Why thank you," you smiled, giving a small bow. Fox hated to admit that his heart sped up at the sight. He lowered his blaster and put it back into his jacket.

"Thank you, sir. But I can't take all the credit. A few of your men led me to some criminals a couple of times." You replied, slightly bashful.

It was weird. He hadn't expected a vigilante to be bashful, but it was endearing in a way. It meant that you weren't arrogant at least.

"I would like you to come with me," you looked at him confused when he said that. "I have a proposition for you."

"What kind of proposition?" You asked, intrigued.

"You could be an asset to the guard. I'd like to propose you working more closely with us, help patrol the lower levels," he explained. "We can discuss details."

"You'll have to buy me a drink first, commander," you quipped back.

"That can be arranged."

You looked at him slightly stunned as a shiver went down your spine at his words. You hadn't expected him to respond like that, and especially not in that tone. His voice had dropped several octaves and his tone was so... Sexual. Why did he have to say it like that?

"Oh..." Was all you responded with, dumbly.

Commander Fox simply moved to the side slightly and made a gesture for you to walk ahead of him. Before you left the alleyway, you removed your red coat, showing the commander the satchel that was hidden. You shoved the coat in your bag.

It was a quiet walk back to 79′s. You thanked Fox for holding the door open and went to the bar. Fox lagged behind a bit. When you looked over your shoulder, you saw the commander talking to some other clones from the Corrie guard. One of them slapped him on the back and they were clearly giving him a pep talk.

“Sorry about that," he apologized when walked over.

"That's fine. But I was promised a drink and yet here I am empty handed," you teased.

Fox hummed, leading you to the bar with a hand hovering near your lower back.

"What's your drink of choice?"

"Corellian Rum, please."

The commander nodded, waving his hand to get the attention of the bartender. The bartender nodded his head in acknowledgement before he holding up his finger, signaling to give him a movement. Fox turned back to you, watching as you settled into a barstool.

"Now, what is this proposal you had in mind, commander?" You asked, leaning your head on your hand.

"We need help. We have no presence in the lower levels. We can't keep them all safe." He explained, bluntly.

"And what do you need me to do?"

"You can move more freely than we can. You can also act as an informant, giving us tip offs to help manage my men."

You hummed. It was not an untrue statement. It is hard to predict underworld activity if you have no presence in the lower levels. But what would you get in return for such a deal? It seemed a little one sided.

The bartender finally came over while you were deep in thought. Fox ordered you both a glass of Corellian rum.

"And what is my payment?"

Fox shorted, "This partnership would be a off books. You wouldn't get any money."

"I was not asking about money." You gave a sly grin.

Fox smirked, intrigued. He did expect you to ask for payment. However, he thought you would want credits. But... he was willing to negotiate alternative forms of payment (forms that would be mutually beneficial).

"We can discuss that later," Fox insisted as the bartender placed your drinks in front of you. "Lets drink to making this galaxy safer."

You picked up your drink, "To a new partnership."

"To the Republic."

You both downed your drinks, small smiles on your faces. This was a great start.

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Months after the arrangement was made, you were sitting in Fox's minimal office, discussing the recent removal of a crime lord.

"It doesn't make sense. It shouldn't be that easy," you pointed out to him.

"I know. It's almost suspicious, but we can't look a gift bantha in the mouth," he replied as he finished filing the paperwork.

"But he seemed to go too easily. I've dealt with that syndicate before, and they never went down that easily," you explained, moving to sit down on one of the small velvet chairs that Fox had pillaged from the trash. You threw your legs over the armrest and settled further into the seat.

"Suspicious as it is, he's now under the strongest security that we have. You don't have to worry," he attempted to alleviate your worry.

"Yeah, Crimson, you don't have to worry a hair on your pretty little head," Thire exclaimed as he walked in, datapad in hand. He patted your foot as he walked by.

"I told you not to call me that," you chastised him with a huff.

"Crimson or pretty?" He jokingly asked as he handed the datapad to Fox.

"You know which one I mean."

"Do I really?"

You huffed at him. Thire smiled and left the office. There was a moment of comfortable silence before Fox cleared his throat.

"It's late," he stated plainly.

You hummed in response, not understanding what he meant to imply.

"You should head home," he replied, putting the datapad on the desk.

"I'm fine here," you said, nonchalantly.

"You shouldn't stay up late..."

"Are lecturing me on staying up late? When's the last time you got a good night's sleep?" You fired back, closing your eyes.

"You have-"

"With all due respect commander, if you expect others to follow your lead, you can't be a hypocrite. If you want me to sleep, then you should go to bed, too," you explained, letting your eyes shut. You smiled at the frustrated growl that left his throat. He knew you right.

"Fine... If I call it a night, will you go home," he conceded.

"Yes, but I want you to actually go to sleep. I'll ask Thorn in the morning and if you didn't sleep, I'll stop bringing you caf," you stood up and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the door.

"I hate you..." Fox muttered.

"You know you love me," you replied coyly.

He knew you were right on that too.

#commander fox #tcw fanfiction #cc 1010 #fox x reader #commander fox x reader #coruscant guard

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enigmatist17 · 10 months

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Cassian Andor and Commander Fox would be besties, I will not accept criticism 😎

Cassian almost manages to steal something in the Senate building, but Fox catches him at the last second. They kind of stand off with some furniture between them, and as much as Fox should be angry this man snuck through his forces, he's very impressed. Likewise Cassian can't believe someone caught him, and the object Cassian is after is sitting between them.

"Whats it for?"

"Something to expose Palpatine."

Is he being truthful? Maybe

Is Fox aware he's most likely being lied to? Potentially

"Take it, don't let me catch you again." Fox relents, anyone who wants to stick it to his horrendous boss is a friend.

Cue a few weeks later and Cassian sneaks into Fox's office. Once again the commander is miffed, but when he's offered some caf and the item he had stolen, he is less so. While he may still struggle with how deceptive natborns are (a vod cant lie to Fox, but certain natborns can despite his best efforts), Fox can see a glimmer of a genuine need of...something, and he can appreciate that.

Cassian is not surprised to see Fox has amassed reports of his exploits, some surprising as he's sure he'd never filed those reports, but it doesn't seem to have been done with malice. Fox, despite looking like the many clones Cassian kept himself away from, had an air of protectiveness that lingered underneath the veneer of his military training. He could appreciate such a thing, the man clearly having something to fight for every day he served the corrupt Senate.

Thus starts a friendship that, against all odds should have failed, but ends up being the most important to each man.

I just want them both to have a friend, and I feel like they'd match perfectly 🥰🙏

#personal #star wars #clone wars #rogue one #star wars rogue one #cassian andor #commander fox #absolute besties

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myqsmptheorydump · 1 year

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QUESTIONS I STILL HAVE (will add notes to the future if these are resolved and the context) - 5/24/23 start date

Is Luzus computer actually connected to the story? If so, was it planned or did players evolve it to lore themselves with Luzus absence?

Who are the Codes? Is it 1 entity that can change its name or are there multiple?

Is El Quackity the 2nd Q that arrived on the opposite side of the island?

More than 1 cucurucho? Early on, on a roier stream, he saw 2 or 3 cucurucho appearing through his house. He even said "are they multiplying!?"

5/25/23 - today cellbit interacted with 4 (5?) Entities that looked like cucurucho. Only 1 looked like the cucurucho we know. The others were solid white with no face or details. So yes.... there are others or at least "minions".

What is Max hiding? I feel he's not telling us everything.

Why did the code kill max? It still had the same name from when it attacked dapper. It didn't change its name to M like it has done before to identify a target. It even had C for Cellbit....

5/25/23 - Cell showed his complete notes of the ARG along with final notes and remaining questions. (I will do a complete translation on it in the following days). Cellbit also wonders why it attacked max. He knows why it attacked himself but what did max do to deserve an attack?

Who was the man who delivered the blueprint? If the Code can change its name (if there is only one) could it change its skin to appear as the man who spoke to max?

Loose connection: we know admins play many roles. We have been told to only look at the displayed name above a player when considering lore. IGN should be ignored. We also know that player skin glitches have happened. BUT chayannes admin always plays cucurucho. Otherwise chayannes wouldn't have needed to randomly disappear at the same time cell and forever had their meeting with cucurucho. After about 5min a dif admin subbed in (you can tell it wasn't the main admin bc of the movements). Now, the only skin glitches that leaves me on the fence is when phil was attacked while alone with 3 eggs. First it appeared cucurucho was running to them but the skin changed to the Code. Normally a skin glitch fixes within a fraction of a second. But this was longer. And chayanne was there. To my knowledge Chayanne and Cucurucho have never been in the same place together. Bc they are played by the same admin. We know the chayanne that was with Phil was the main admin bc he was digging checkered patterns, something he does often when he gets bored. Sooooo did the Code change its skin so it could trick them to let their guard down at first? If that is true, then it would be possible that the Code was the man delivering the blueprint. I don't like to put too much weight on this bc of what we've been told about IGNs and skin glitches. But worth keeping in the back of the mind.

5/25/23 - addendum: chayanne and cucurucho have been together. The water breaking event. However chayanne just HAPPENED to be busy cooking and baking AKA a possible RP to go AFK. Open another launcher and present as cucurucho. Even so, if it wasn't the chayanne admin, all that cucurucho did was adjust the day cycle and that could have been done by anyone. It needed no prior knowledge of lore. But ALSO. ALSO, cucurucho met with cell and forever while chayanne was at the desert. Again. Easy AFK tactic.

Is there validity in Vegettas idea of finding texts to revive a dead egg? Or is this just an idea and he hopes admins will implement it to lore?

What other true motives does vegetta have? (I am behind on his vods tbf)

Will vegetta use Sophia for bad / only his own benifit?

Foolish has no desire to leave the island or solve any mystery even though he was an OG theory bro. Did something change or is he just an air head? He claims "me and cucurucho are friends" 🤨( I'm thinking the latter rn )

5/25/23 - foolish again stated to Cell that cucurucho is a friend and has no want to leave the island

The day Tallulah lost a life, she said " I have a bad feeling about today " and I feel like another time she said something that came true. This is very far fetched but like... does she have any kind of premonitions? ( richas told forever out of RP that the higher admins don't tell the eggs anything about lore so I'm guessing not. Except for chayanne bc his admin is also cucurucho but obv in RP he can't keep the knowledge of the other)

Is Rubuis (the angel and devil) part of lore? Nothing on the server happens by accident with admins. But rubius has disappeared. Why? Is he simply not playing the server anymore? I need to find the last stream he was on...

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mwolf0epsilon · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 11: "911, What's your Emergency?"

Prompt: Sloppy Bandages, Self-Done First Aid & Makeshift Splint

Summary: The plan was never to go anywhere near the Coruscant Guard barracks. Sponge had only gone out to walk Beautiful before they both retired to bed. They couldn't ignore when she started signalling for injury whenever they passed by one of the patrolling guardsmen...

[I mentioned wanting to write this once, and it seemed like the appropriate time to do so. Hope y'all don't mind if I borrow some medics @kkrazy256 , @purgetrooperfox , @lost-on-kamino and @gaeasun]

THIS STORY IS ALSO ON AO3

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Contrary to popular belief, even the reclusive and often argumentative Sponge liked getting out of the barracks once in a while. Not to go clubbing at 79's or catch up with anyone in particular, mind you, but to simply stretch their legs and get some fresh air (or as fresh as Coruscant's air filtration system could allow for).

The peace and quiet of the medbay was nice and all (and organizing the supplies was a fairly easy way to relax after a long day of filling medical report updates), but one couldn't simply evade some much needed exercise nor the need for some newer sights and sounds.

Mental stimulation that did not involve mending injuries, lecturing others for their reckless shenanigans, or any sort of blaster fire, were a must for a medical practitioner.

Nevermind the fact that maybe (just maybe), Sponge would very much prefer to have one or two minutes where they didn't hear the voice of another vod. Because as much as they loved Coric's, Kix's, Pitch's and Twitch's company, they too grated on their nerves sometimes. Especially when their social meter was at its very limit.

All anti-social behavior aside, Beautiful couldn't go without walkies. To dare think such a thing was an heinous crime.

Leash in hand, armour discarded in favour of their medical officer's fatigues that they almost never wore, tired expression upon their face, and barghest wagging her tail so hard her entire rear-end shook with excitement, Sponge took the nearest lift that lead to the bottom floor of the GAR barracks without much of a thought.

They nodded their head in acknowledgement at a few passing brothers (some baring 501st blue and others displaying various other battalion colours barring corrie red), before walking out into the Coruscanti night.

The cantankerous medic practically let their beloved companion drag them wherever she pleased. Beautiful was often as cooped up indoors as they were, so it was only fair that she got to decide where the rare nightly walk would take them. Where Sponge liked going out to wander about and clear their mind, Beau loved her carefree runs and the wonderful experience of sampling new smells, or even new treats if the vendors that were around weren't bastards about serving a clone and their pet.

That was what they had in mind for the night. Just a quick jog, maybe find someone who'd part with some street-food, let Beautiful do her business, and then return to base.

In and out.

They did not anticipate the barghest suddenly halting and sniffing the air with a most perturbed look in her usually placid face. Nor did they expect her to turn to stare at a nearby alleyway, before taking on a very familiar stance. One Sponge had specifically trained her to take on, for a rather important task.

Beautiful was signalling for medical help. There was someone in that alleyway and they were injured.

Sponge couldn't help but frown at this. The thought of bringing a first-aid kit with them had never crossed their mind. It shouldn't be something they needed to think of when they weren't on duty, and taking their barghest out for a walk was as good as any way to say that they were most definitely off the clock.

But they weren't the sort of person to ignore when someone needed their help. And Beautiful, bless her soul, certainly wasn't the kind of creature to ignore someone in need of help.

It was why she'd been so easy to train to sniff out medical emergencies. She was eager to do the job. Very good at it too.

Hopefully whatever the stranger in the alleyway needed wouldn't require stitches or anything fancier than improvised bandaging and support, until they could call for proper help. Surely there would be a guardsman patrolling nearby that they could ask assistance from.

Imagine their surprise upon approaching the alleyway when they realized that, yes, there was in fact a guardsman around...

But they were the one currently injured...

"What in blue blazes...?" The lone corrie was in bad shape. That much they could see with a passing glance. The vod's armour cracked open in various places, scuffed right down to the base, and paint chipped away messily.

He was laying on the ground, head lolling from side to side in what they could only assume was an attempt to clear the fogginess of unconsciousness from his mind.

A concussion, perhaps? No time to dwell on what it could be.

"Trooper, sitrep."

Call them callous for cutting to the chase like that, but Sponge was never one for formalities when they were presented with potentially serious injuries. Whatever had happened to this guardsman had cracked the protective shell encasing him, and they weren't about to offer small talk.

And it seemed to do the job just fine...

One visible glazed eye temporarily focused on their scowling face, then seemed to dart away from it to inspect their fatigues Sponge was wearing. Whatever briefly tense body-language the trooper had been carrying upon being addressed, melted away completely.

The sight of a medic must have been a relief.

"G-Got.... Got jumped...." The filter on the helmet was broken, revealing a far too young voice. This corrie was barely 8 it seemed. The visor of his helmet was broken on the right side, partially exposing the wounded vod's face and revealing the youthfulness that shouldn't be there. Along with the blood of course. "Three... Three assailants. Drunk... I c-couldn't... Couldn't fight them off..."

And Sponge could see why. And it wasn't just the fact this poor kih'vod was nowhere near done growing up.

Although most of the injuries looked new (the visible bruising still coming in after such a brutal beat-down), one thing stood out to the medic as they knelt down to assess the damage. This guardsman was walking around with what they could only assume was a makeshift split. The sloppily done up bandages keeping it together looking slightly yellowed and fraying at the ends.

"You were singled out..." It comes out without a thought. They're not entirely sure why, as usually they try to keep their thoughts to themselves unless something was absolutely aggravating enough that it got them on a mad rant.

The trooper nods slowly, much to their horror.

"B-Biggest g-guy... Broke my arm last week..." The kih'vod croaks out in between wheezes. The poor thing needs immediate attention, as there is a high chance he has a perforated lung. "The commander... H-he assigned me a n-new route... They s-still found me..."

Before Sponge can inquire any further on what the kid means, Beau starts to whine loudly. They glance her way and notice she's staring out the alleyway now. Signaling once more for injury. They don't need to get up to see what she's found now. The injured party is headed their way, and something coils in the pit of the medic's stomach when their eyes land on the two new guardsmen that enter the alleyway (likely in search of their missing vod'ika).

They are wobbling. Visibly. Be it from whatever wounds they are concealing beneath their scuffed armour or from exhaustion, Sponge does not know.

But their instincts as a medical officer are never wrong. Neither is Beau's response to these sorts of situations.

One is using a pole as some kind of walking aid. It has had grips fashioned out of scrap materials, so it's likely this particular vod has needed this improvised crutch for a while now. The other also sports a makeshift splint like the little brother Sponge and Beau had stumbled upon in the alleyway. Unlike the kih'vod's however, the new guardsman's splint and bandages look neater. Fresher.

Their posture is ramrod stiff and unsure upon seeing Sponge and Beau. Bordering on frightened even. They both relax when they see their fatigues. Seemingly appeased by the neutrality of them.

Something needs to be done, and Sponge decides to hell with whatever simple night they were hoping for.

It takes about 3 minutes for Sponge and the two silent corries to find something to use as a stretcher to carry the third battered one. Without access to medical equipment there's no way of telling the severity of the kih'vod's state (although outwardly it certainly doesn't look good), and Sponge isn't willing to risk exacerbating any probable neck injuries.

It takes 1 minute to properly secure the injured guardsman and, despite their own obvious injuries, the other two carry their fellow brother in red rather effectively. They seem capable of walking off their own ailments (likely out of habit, which is a disconcerting thought), and the only indication of any sort of issue is that the one that uses the pole for support needs to go at a slower pace.

It takes 30 minutes to make it to the Coruscant Guard HQ, and what Sponge finds awaiting them is a complete nightmare scenario. Which shouldn't be that much a surprise, considering every clone in red and white that they pass by is quickly assessed by Beau and singled out as being injured in some way or form.

Every.

Single.

One.

Of.

Them.

The 501st medic's eye is twitching rather sporadically by the time they are indoors. Their leg bouncing uneasily once they also get the news that, unfortunately, this broken soldier they have been helping transport needs to go into the barracks because the medbay is at full capacity.

Why in karking sith-hells the corrie medbay is at full capacity, is something they are both dying and quite frankly terrified of find out...

They'd only ever seen something like this on Umbara, and the trauma was still oh so very fresh on their mind.

Scratch that. This was somehow worse.

Barracks was putting it kindly. The two (somehow fit for duty) troopers that had silently performed their duties beside them, had taken Sponge to something that looked like a storage room. A very tiny storage room that smelled vaguely of mold and sweaty bodies.

Minimalism was often regarded as the most modernized form of architectural art by the rich and well off. White walls, white furniture, white everything. Kaminocore if you could pardon the absurdity of the jargon.

The GAR barracks and its clone denizens believed in the opposite. Every wall full of color, painted decals, posters and handmade decorations of all shapes and sizes. Sometimes if you got lucky you got a gift from a particularly nice natborn that you could put on display.

The Guard barracks were bare-bones. Cracked unpainted walls, damp spots due to terrible insulation and pipework, scavenged objects that had clearly been taken from the trash and haphazardly repaired to be used as some means of creature comforts. It felt like a prison despite attempts to cozy it up. Nothing like the homeliness of the quarters Sponge was familiar with.

All beds (or bed-frames serving as beds, with their mattresses on the floor to compensate for the lacking number of available cots) were taken by vode that Beau whined and howled at because she was sick and tired of signaling so desperately for injured.

The makeshift stretcher ends up on the floor. The two troopers sitting besides the battered brother they'd been carrying with twin motions of defeat. Sponge doesn't know any of their names but they have seen that sort of body language before.

Crushed spirits were hard to ignore once you knew what to look for.

Needless to say, there's no medical supplies that they can ask for. The number of sick and clearly dying that are just in the barracks alone tells them that much.

Sponge doesn't know what has caused this. Doesn't know if it's just always like this, or if something happened recently to completely overcrowd the medbay and subsequently the barracks.

But they do know one thing: They're about to make it everyone's problem.

Beautiful in tow, knuckles paper-white from holding her leash in a tight grip, the medic begins to search for their intended target. Begins the search for answers and a potential solution.

They could go directly towards the marshal commander's office and demand to know what the fuck this was all about. Demand to know why in haran commander Fox hadn't requisitioned any aid from any available battalions that were currently on leave. But that was a conversation they'd prefer to have later once they actually applied some protocols that may help.

Right now they wanted to meet with someone a little more qualified for the job. Someone that, if circumstances called for it, could outrank any other commanding officer in the nearest vicinity.

Thankfully the medbay isn't hard to find. Ordering Beau to stop before she begins the torturous run around calling out for help, is a little harder. She's on edge, the poor thing.

Little Force Gods above, some of the sick were performing first aid on themselves with little more than primitive supplies.

And the only medics he can see (one with red and white hair, another with a half-moon tattoo, and the last wearing fatigues and looking to be administering what they could only assume was a sedative to a trembling clone without legs), were running all around the medbay. Providing what little help they could to their charges despite the three of them looking just as disheveled and ready to drop as the patients.

The level of concern has breached the charts. It was off the scales and Sponge knew drastic measures were likely the only way to put an end to whatever the hell was going on.

"I'm looking for the CMO." They don't introduce themselves, don't even let the three present medics inquire about their presence or identity at their own pace. They just startle and look towards the door, surprised to see a fourth unfamiliar clone in medic fatigues, leashed barghest in hand.

"That would be me...?" The one with red and white hair approaches as he seemingly snaps to attention.

Sponge takes in the framed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, as well as the white coat and blue latex gloves that contrast against the dreariness of the medbay. The scars on his face tell a story. One that they suspect is older than the horrors of this position.

They don't dare ask. It's rather impolite to do so.

"Are we getting a new transfer?" The one with the half-moon tattoo asks no one in particular, seeming confused before addressing the one that stepped forward to answer Sponge. "Remedy, did Fox mention anything about a new medic...?"

"With how swamped he's been after the riot..." The one still holding the needle shrugged. He looks wary of their presence, which the 501st medic doesn't fault them for. They'd also wrinkle their nose at the sight of a stranger in their workplace. Even if said stranger was a fellow clone. "Doubt we'd hear anything until next Prime Day, Nocte..."

"As if that's Fox's fault Croissant." Half-moon, Nocte apparently, frowned slightly at the endearingly named Crossaint's, response. With a grip like that on the needle he was still holding, Sponge doubted he was a sweet as they were soft.

Which wasn't a lot.

"You're the CMO." Sponge repeated, staring at Remedy in contemplation. They opted with ignoring the other two completely for now, as they didn't feel like they needed to address them for this temporary plan to work.

All in due time.

"Yes... ?" Remedy responded, eyes slowly trailing down to look at Beautiful for the briefest second. They darted back up to try to figure out why Sponge was here. Or who they were. Or both.

"Ok good... Beautiful." Sponge glanced down at their most loyal companion. The barghest stood at attention, staring up at them with her 6 inquisitive red eyes. "Eat him."

Almost immediately the rather compact mass of muscle that was Beau, lunged towards her designated target. A datapad and the pair of glasses practically flew as the vod was bowled over, his shrieking cut off as the barghest eagerly began to lick his face while sitting on him.

The other two medics (and every single other conscious corrie in the room) are shocked into silence, staring at their superior officer who's now effectively pinned under the full weight of a large animal with a maw full of wicked looking teeth.

Then they stare back up at Sponge who merely huffs.

"Oh dear... It appears the CMO is currently indisposed." They stated calmly as if they hadn't ordered their pet to sit on a fellow medical officer themselves. "Seeing as a lack of an on duty chief medical officer and medical amenities, is a direct violation of this branch of Republican military... I suppose the right thing to do is for me to message my own CMO, who is a part of a sister branch of said Republican military and thusly allowed to take jurisdiction if circumstances present themselves, and request for immediate aid."

Both Nocte and Croissant looked absolutely flabbergasted by the monotonous announcement. Remedy just looked like he'd given up on the spot as Beau continued to lick him.

"Very well then..." Sponge shrugged and began to make their way back out the door. They stopped to look at Remedy. "She likes pats on her hind-quarters, like playing a drum... And don't give her anything even if she tries to beg, she's already been fed and she knows it."

Sponge doesn't await an answer nor has any qualms turning their back on everyone else. They know they won't be attacked. Instead walking out the door and letting Beau keep the corrie CMO occupied, until they could have all available medics from the 501st (and whatever other battalion they could contact) invade the Guard HQ with first-aid kits in hand.

They were already comming Pitch, not trusting the shitty signal they got on Coruscant to let them message Coric directly.

They also made sure to message Kix and Twitch who'd no doubt rush towards the corrie medbay before anyone else got there. They'd likely be able to get information out of Remedy, Nocte and Croissant due to being relatively more sociable and likeable than Sponge was.

Next stop... Pay the marshal commander of the Guard a lovely visit. If what Croissant had implied was to be believed, they might be able to subdue Fox fairly quickly, and dig for answers themselves.

They had a feeling they weren't going to like what they were about to walk into however...

#Eps Writes #star wars #the clone wars #whumptober2022 #coruscant guard #clone ocs #clone medic sponge #beautiful the barghest #clone medic remedy #clone medic nocte #clone medic croissant #clone medic pitch #clone medic twitch #the last two are only mentioned but still #I think Sponge should be allowed to take over the coruscant guard HQ and rain hell upon anyone who abuses the guard #first tho they had to make sure they kept the highest commanding officer and the cmo out of their way #sorry remedy beau is a good girl and won't hurt you I swear she just wants to give kisses #Fox is the one who's screwed he's gonna get a visit from Sponge #Nocte and Croissant are confused but vibing because this might as well happen

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agueforts · 7 months

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i see youve been posting a lot of dnd stuff recently and i would like to ask what it is and where i can watch it. cause theres a couple dnd shows (?) that ive been meaning to get into but i dont know where to start

HI WELCOME TO SPECIAL INTEREST LAND!

for terminology reference

actual-play: a show where people play ttrpgs for an audience-- very self-explanatory name

ttrpg: tabletop roleplaying game! this encompass a huge variety of game systems, including dungeons & dragons

most of what i post is dimension 20, which i tag with #d20. it's an anthology format, so most of the seasons are set in independently-standing settings. most campaigns are done with dnd, but there's been other ttrpg systems used as well

there are three seasons available on youtube: fantasy high season 1, unsleeping city season 1, and escape from the bloodkeep. i've seen all of them, i recommend all of them, and i can absolutely elaborate on their settings if you'd like

past that, the rest (of which there's loads of; this upcoming season is their 20th) is hosted on dropout, which is a subscription of about $6 USD monthly. you'll also get dropout's other content, like game changer and make some noise (among others, all tagged #dropout.tv) and loads of older collegehumor content as well!

next up, because i can't not mention it, is critical role. by far the actual-play show behemoth, it's been running for over 7 years now, and most of their stuff is set in the same, unbelievably expansive world of exandria (the wiki is huge too. i like to wander around in it from time to time just to witness the sheer amount of worldbuilding and lore that goes into it)

they stream their episodes on twitch, and then upload them to youtube on a couple days delay. you can also watch the twitch vods immediately after streaming if you purchase a subscription to their twitch, but everything ends up free-to-access on their youtube so it's not a necessity

critical role has two completed main campaigns and a third ongoing (all with different parties), and they each have episode counts of 100+. i don't really watch them so much as i hang out with friends who do and enjoy it secondhand, because try as i might, it's a lot! but if you want to start there, i'd recommended starting at campaign two: the mighty nein, because they're, to my knowledge, the most popular of the three, and because the first campaign started as a home game and thus starts streaming a little ways into the campaign

they also have a bunch of smaller side campaigns, a number of of which are also set in exandria, and two animated shows on amazon prime: the legend of vox machina, starring the campaign 1 crew, and mighty nein, starring the party of campaign 2. i don't know a whole lot about what's going on with those, but i'd wager they're decent entry points too

alongside those, critical role has candela obscura, chapter two of which is currently airing and which i am watching. this uses their own system of the same name, and is set in a fun little world of eldritch horrors. both chapters are set in the same world, but at different times and with different player characters, so you don't need to watch the first to watch the second

the other stuff i post is a lot of branching out from there! i can get into the vast web more, but this is a lot already, so i'm just going to give my two favorites (and the once i can vouch for quality myself): dnd chaos from roll20, and battle for beyond from dndbeyond. both of these are available on youtube for free, and are incredible. innumerable stars, highly recommended

#inbox #if you want any help keeping names straight i can also do that #there's a lot of people and a lot of characters lmao #also i know there's a lot on critrole here so again i don't actually watch them much #cr mutuals feel free to contribute <3 #also also sorry about the post immediately below being the dom dm make some noise prompt

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hellhound5925 · 10 months

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Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior* Bad Batch Edition

Previous Chapter

Tipping Point

The guys help Shep and Phee organize the civilians for the time being and Hunter approaches us under the tree. He crouches down and puts a hand on Omega's cheek "You alright?" She shakes her head but I'm sure he can tell shes just trying to play it off. He looks up at me "We are going to stay and help the rebuild the lower levels. For now, we are going to get the people organized up here before we make a plan." I nod, "Let me know what I can do." He smiles "I think you're doing it." I glance down at both girls who seem to be settling down. We lock eyes "I can't believe you jumped over the wall." I shrug "I'd do anything to keep you all safe and I know you'd do the same for me." He puts a hand on my cheek "Just don't get yourself killed" his tone of voice is harsh like he wants to scold me but the look on his face is soft. Tech calls him over. Putting his forehead against mine for a moment he says "I'll be back." I nod knowing we probably won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

Omega picks her head up "You jumped over the wall?" I chuckle "It wasn't the big wall, just from Shep's place." Lyana looks at me shocked "Mandalorian's are crazy." I shrug "I wasn't about to let you two get stuck out there alone. I didn't really jump...I slid." Omega throws her arms around me "I know I can always count on you." I hug her back giving her a gentle squeeze. She lets go of me, stands up, and composes herself before speaking again "We should help them... I want to help them." A smile spreads across my face and Lyana pops up "I want to help too." "I guess that settles it then" Standing up I brush myself off "We'd better go join the others."

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The plan we came up with - at least for now - was to get everyone whatever they could from their homes. We divided everyone into groups so that one of us could go with about 30 people at one time. With five groups of 30ish people...it took all day. For the most part everyone was able to get enough belongings to make themselves comfortable for the time being. Most of the women helped prepare a meal for the entire village while Omega, Lyana, and I helped grab supplies. At around dusk, I was finally able to sit down. I always prided myself on staying in shape but after going up and down the hundreds of steps all day long....my legs feel like jelly. Needing some space, I wander away from everyone and climb up onto the stone wall, dangling my feet over the edge. The ocean has finally calmed and the animals seem to be coming back out from wherever they were hiding. Looking down below, the image is sad compared to the beautiful one we had last night. The entirety of Lower Pabu is dark, the sight makes me sigh sadly. Echo would have enjoyed this view...I pull up my vambrace and punch in Echo's code. I get no answer but leave a message, "Havoc 4, this is Havoc 6. I hope everything is going well. We're all safe so please don't worry. I just wanted to let you know that we all miss you.....I also kept my promise to you...but I can tell you when we see each other again. Stay safe vod (Brother)."

I sit there alone for quite sometime, breathing in the ocean air. The sounds of boots approaching pulls my attention away from the ocean. Looking over my shoulder, I'm not surprised to see Hunter. He stops next me. "We just can't catch a break, can we?" He sighs "No, but what we did today...it saved everyone living here." I nod and look down between my feet "Maker I really am dini'la (insane)..." He hops up on the edge next to me and looks down. "Ni ceta (I'm sorry), I didn't mean to scare you earlier...I just couldn't imagine losing Omega out there...she sounded so scared..." "Gar shuk meh kyrayc (You're no use dead/said to encourage rest/not literal)" I quirk a brow at his statement "oh so that's all I am to you huh?" I tease. He sighs and shakes his head. Teasing him honestly gives me life, "What's the matter Sarge? Am I too much for you to handle" I wink at him before spinning around and hoping off the wall. I start to walk away but stop and look over my shoulder "If you can't sleep...you know where to find me." With that I head to my hut for the night.

————This is your warning now...it's going to get spicy. Minors look away————

Just as I'm about to head to bed there's a knock on my door. I smile to myself and bound over to the door. Flinging it open Hunter is standing there, I opt to continue to tease him "Something I can help you with Sarge?" There's a fire behind his eyes and without a word he comes in, shutting the door behind him. He stops only a few inches from me and looks me in the eye. "Do you know what it does to me when you call me that?" His voice is deep and lustful. I can't pull my eyes away from his lips, "What does it do to you...Sarge?" His breath hitches and something primal takes over. He slides his hands over my hips and lifts me off the ground. Wrapping my legs around his core, he kisses me with such passion - I know I'm the only female in the galaxy lucky enough to have this man's full attention.

He carries me to the bedroom, setting me on the bed before straddling me. He hesitates for a second like he's struggling for words, chest heaving, eyes roaming my face like he's waiting for me to protest. His pupils are blown wide - like his senses are working overtime - leaving honey brown halos around them. Knowing that I have this man such a mess in this moment makes me want to savor it. I bite my lip and run my fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath like he's trying to calm himself. "Hunter..." I whisper and he opens his eyes again. Leaning up to meet him, I kiss his neck over his pulse point and I can feel his heart racing. He lets out a soft grunt. Trailing up to his ear I whisper "It's okay." Laying back down on the bed I reach down, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. His eyes wander down stopping for a moment on my tattoo before traveling to the other side where theres a scar from our mining experience. Sliding one hand up from my hip, he runs a thumb over the scar and I flinch - only because the contact sends a current throughout my whole body. His eyes flick up to mine and his expression softens like he might have felt it. I slide my hands up under his shirt and pull it over his head - the wild look returning in his eyes. He peppers kisses from my cheek all he way down my neck, making his way to my chest, between my breasts, and down to my stomach. The action sends me over the edge and I grip he sheets balling them in my fists. He lifts his head with a mischievous smirk before sliding my pants and underwear off before he follows suit with his own. My hands roam his muscular body before he stops me and puts them above my head. "I think you've teased me enough" his deep, husky voice in my hear. Now he's got my full attention and I find myself begging or him. "I need you...fill me..." I practically command him. He quirks a brow "I thought I was the one who gave the orders?" "Please Sarge..." I plead. Hunter wastes no time following orders...

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The light through the small window is what wakes me. I look over to my left see the tangled mess of sheets and him. He's sleeping so peacefully...I don't think I've ever seen him that peaceful... I run my fingers over the tattoo on his face. Without opening his eyes he hums his satisfaction with the contact. I roll myself on top of him and pepper kisses along his neck. He rolls me back over so now he's over me and I giggle. There's a knock on my door "Raven...It's Omega. Have you seen Hunter? He's not in his hut." He sighs and I bit my lip so I don't burst out in laugher. Taking a deep breath I answer "Just a second!" Hunter rolls off me on his back and I climb over him out of bed. "I'm going to shower quick and get my armor around. I'll meet you up there" I say from the door frame. He tosses an arm over his face and grunts.

After getting my full kit on I head to the top, buy'ce (Helmet) under one arm, practically skipping. "What's with you?" Tech asks without looking up from his datapad. "Nothing. I'm just ready to go" I shrug. He gives me a look. "Come one Tech like you really want to know..." "Raven you are like a sister to me...Enough said" he puts a hand up to stop me. Wrecker, Hunter, and Omega join us. "Alright so what's the plan?" Omega asks. "We could work our way up. The less damaged homes will take less time to fix, so it might be easier to end with them" I offer my opinion. "By my calculations, with everyone helping we should be able to repair the damage completely in 20-30 rotations." We all look to Hunter to give the final say. He nods "Alright. Let's get to work."

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In 10 few short rotations we were able to get the first level of Pabu back to it's former glory - also with a few advancements thanks to Tech. Wrecker is out fishing on the dock to help replenish the food supply, while Hunter and I are helping unload some cargo. I heard back from Echo the other day and he said he needed help and would be stoping by. We were all very much looking forward to seeing him. "This friend of yours who's stopping by, he's another clone?" Shep asks Hunter. "Yeah, but don't worry. He's not with the Empire." "If you trust him, that's enough for me." Wrecker approaches with a large fish on his shoulder, "The new fishing dock's been rebuilt and moored. And I caught some dinner!" He laughs. I smile "You've been busy." "You got that right!" Lyana and a few of the others come up "Hey Wrecker. Can we get your help? We're fortifying the sea wall." Wrecker puts the fish down before bounding after them "Sure thing, boss"

Shep smiles "He's become an integral part of this community...you all have. Any chance you've reconsidered staying permanently?" Shep asks us. The question makes me sad...Hunter and I had many discussions over it and he just doesn't feel like we can stay here without putting what they have at risk. "For soldiers, putting down roots is an occupational hazard." He tells Shep. "Is that all you are? A soldier?" He asks gesturing at me and likely hinting about Omega. Hunter glances at me sadly. I sigh and step away from the conversation, sitting on a crate. I myself am torn because I understand where Hunter is coming from. Not only that, there is a galaxy out there that needs people like us...we kinda knew this was too good to be true but it was a nice break...Hunter and I spent many late nights and early mornings together...Omega and I have been working on her Mando'a and other Mandalorian traditions. She seems to really enjoy it and I'm happy to teach someone. She's also been working with Tech...on flying...The Marauder soars overhead and I smile to myself, imaging Tech white knuckling the copilot's chair. I offered to trade with him every so often but he insisted on being the one to teach her...I left it alone. The look on his face is still worth seeing...I comm them "How's it going up there Tech?" "Thanks to my excellent instruction, and ability to think clearly in stressful situations, She is indeed improving." He sounds stressed which causes me to burst into a fit of laugher, drawing the attention of Shep, Hunter, and the others around me. I watch as the Marauder comes back into view and is positioned in preparation for what Omega and I have dubbed "The Tech Turn" which is what he would describe as 'a sharp swing with a zero thruster pull' but The Tech Turn has a cooler ring to it.

My comm link goes off "Havoc-4 this is Havoc-5...do you copy?" I jump up with excitement and race to the landing pad. Both the Marauder and another ship have just landed and are dropping their ramps. Omega races out of the Marauder with Tech behind her and I see Echo emerge from the other ship. Echo laughs and looks around "You weren't kidding...this place is remote." Omega and I take turns hugging Echo. "I'm surprised you're not on Ord Mantell with Cid" he continues. I laugh nervously "Well...we've been—" Tech cuts me off "Reevaluating things. You mentioned needing some assistance with data decryption." Leave it to Tech to get right down to business... Echo hands him a data chip "This is what's left of the files I recovered from an Imperial shuttle. It was transporting clone prisoners, and we need to know where and why." This news makes me sad, "You all deserve so much better..." Echo gives me a sad smile and throws an arm over my shoulder. "On a better topic...tell me about Hunter..."

Making our way down to our huts I fill Echo in on everything that's been going on. He laughs at some of my stories and is over all happy to hear how things have gone in his absence. When we get to the huts, Hunter is there waiting. Echo shakes his hand and looks between him and I, "I hear you two have been busy." Hunter quirks a brow at me and I shrug. No I didn't tell Echo the dirty details....but he's not stupid... we get him something to eat while Tech gets is working on the decryption.

Hunter and Echo catch up, while Wrecker chases Omega and Lyanna around the tree on the landing pad. I stand next to Shep and we watch. Waiting for the opportune moment, I race the opposite way around the tree and scoop Omega up, tossing her over my shoulder. She lets out a loud squeal and I laugh.

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Echo and I walk around the perimeter of the landing zone and catch up. "You all plan to stay here indefinitely?" He asks. I stop and watch as Raven races around the tree and scoops a squealing Omega up. I sigh "We...haven't decided yet but, to be honest....it might be the best thing for us." Echo follows my gaze, "You love her don't you." I don't say anything, just watch them for a moment. "Yeah...I suppose I do..." I finally admit sighing, before changing the subject "What about you? What have you been up to?" His facial expression changes to a more serious one "Rex and I have built up a small network of clones. Some are in hiding, underground. Others act as our contacts within the Empire." Now I'm starting to worry for his sake "Echo, you've seen the power you're up against. You can't defeat them." "It's not about that. It's about fighting for our brothers." I sigh again, "I understand why you're doing this but....when will it be enough?" My comm link beeps and I answer "Hunter, I decrypted the data. You need to get back to the ship."

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Hunter and Echo came to grab us saying Tech had decrypted the files and wanted us back at the ship. Inside we all gather around to hear what he's found, "The Imperial transport Echo highjacked was assigned to the Advanced Science Division."Hunter crosses his arms "Never heard of it." "That is because it is a clandestine operation. There are no records on its location or its purpose. All I could find on it was the chief scientist in charge, Dr. Royce Hemlock. An officer expelled from the Republic science corps due to unorthodox experiments" Tech continues. My stomach drops and a wave of nausea hits me like a brick wall...Hunter gives me a funny look and places a hand on my back. "Why were they sending clone prisoners to him?" Omega asks sadly. Tech sighs "I don't know, but it gets worse. Previous transfer records recovered from the ships logs list other clone prisoners detained by the Advanced Science Division...and Crosshair is one of them." We are all shocked by this news "You mean Crosshair turned on the Empire? After he turned on you?" I ask. Hunter lets go of me and clenches his fists "How sure are you about this?" I've haven't seen him so deadly serious since the first time we met. My stomach is doing flips. "Very. After discovering his clone number on the transfer register, I checked and found a recent distress message sent from Crosshair's old code" Tech explains further. "What did it say?" Omega asks him. "Plan 88. The Seeker. We are being targeted. I believe he is warning us." Swallowing hard I speak up "Or...it's a trap..." I feel bad for even having the thought but based on what they've told me about him...it wouldn't be the first time. Hunter glances at me and I can tell by the solemn look on his face he was thinking the same thing. Wrecker grunts "We'll, how do we find out?"

Next Chapter

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bellafragolina · 2 years

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little reaction from the big brothers!

As the VOD gained more views and the tag #letskeepwatching[name] became increasingly trending, it was inevitable that the video made its way to Unovan media. Given your popularity in the previous gym challenge.

Emmet and Ingo were doing their usual rounds when they noticed some depot agents crowding around a device. Intrigued, they walked closer to the huddled bunch. Nearing the RotomTablet, they heard your familiar voice. The agents stepped aside to give some space for their bosses.

"Unova, ey? How is it like over there?"

"Well, it's where I grew up. I can't say much about it though, I only really spent a year exploring and that was my gym challenge year...I guess, it's busy. People are always moving so fast it's hard to keep up. Sometimes you get left behind and they don't even notice it."

By the time they finished the video, some of the depot agents were crying while the others held an expression of pity. The brothers were also on the verge of breaking their façade. Nobody said anything as they returned to their shared office, air suddenly suffocating. As the door slid to a close, they didn't know what to make of the video. They didn’t know at all. Why didn’t you say anything?

“I just kind of wanted to get away from Anville.”

It was so bad that you wanted to get away. You WANTED to GET AWAY. Arceus, this was how you felt all those years, even until now? Emmet wasn’t smiling, Ingo was trying his hardest not to cry. What kind of brothers were they?

"To be the center of their attention."

That sentence, they knew it wasn’t just ‘their’ as in your fans. There was a reason you paused after saying it. They felt sick, this was the result of their lack of tending to your needs.

“They looked verr... rry happy when talking about battling and their fans… Ingo, when was the last time we saw them smile like that?”

Ingo did the math, his expression morphing into one of horror as he came to the final tally. Emmet covered his mouth, looking down at his shoes. They both knew how long it had been, and the number was frightening. The only smile they had been seeing was the one you flashed at the end of the video. Perfected to a tee, pristine but devoid of genuine emotion. The one you kept wearing when you all ate dinner together, when you walked home together, when you said goodbye that day.

Guilt, self-hatred and sorrow clawed its way up their hearts, digging its talons into the muscle and leaving an everlasting sting. Surely, there was something they could do now, right?

Right...?

cackling rn, watch me make them jealous when i pull out big brother figure raihan HEHEHAHAHA

maybe some time later tho, bc i have exams

Oh don’t overwork yourself on our account!! Focus on your exams, take breaks, hydrate, and relax!! You’re going to knock it out of the park!!

Anyway, wooooooooohoooooooo! This is exactly what I wanted. The angst. The pain. The hurt. The horror. The threat of oncoming jealously. I love it all!!! The dawning realization that you actually know so little about the person you claim to love. You love them! You do! You just could’ve been better. I love it <3

~Renee

#little sib reader #yes this account is dead #yessssss bby yESSSSSS #I am so happy rn #good luck on your exams babe!!

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oo-hazel-oo · 2 years

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hi everyone!

it's been a long time since i posted any writing, but i wanted to share a little fic that i wrote as a very belated birthday present for the amazing @cosmicghostie. it's got a bit of angst, a bit of fluff, and some quality brotherly bonding time between thumbs (my oc) and sparks (@cosmicghostie's oc)!

i'm linking some other lucky batch fics for those interested in reading more about these two bros!

a little thumbs fic by @just-another-dreamerr

some sparks backstory by @just-another-dreamerr

a wee brotherly bonding fic by @cosmicghostie

a day in the life of thumbs fic by yours truly :P

and finally, the lucky batch masterlist (there are so many good ones on here)!!

i'm also tagging lucky batch because i miss y'all!

@cosmicghostie @just-another-dreamerr @monako-jinn-stories @letsunity @ahsokasshoto @maygalodon @ct-69-420 @lusiawonder @longearedowlfromouterspace @lynnpaper @namesmox @generaltano

Warmth

The day Sparks and Thumbs became best bros

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Thumbs watched as the most recent addition to the batch sat slumped against the wall of the hull, one leg drawn to his chest and the other lazily stretched out in front of him. It was the most relaxed he had ever seen his newest brother. His curly hair, slightly shorter than Thumbs’ own, swayed slightly in the breeze that blew in from the lowered ramp, his eyes reflecting the distant city lights that flickered like stars on the dark horizon.

Thumbs hadn’t gotten the chance to speak to his stoic brother since he had been suddenly sent to the batch. His vod was quiet, but he knew it wasn't for a lack of things to say. As the squad’s strategist, he of all people understood that it was a purposeful silence – a clandestine tool used to sever himself from the other batchers like an infected limb, sparing them from a part of himself that he must’ve believed was dangerous – and Thumbs wanted nothing more than to stitch this wounded mentality back together.

Which is why, while the rest of the batch were out on a supply run, he decided to finally approach his new brother.

“Hey! It’s Sparks, right?”

The clone in question remained arrested in place and for a second Thumbs wondered whether or not he had even heard him.

He was about to ask again when Sparks tilted his head slightly, silently observing Thumbs from his position on the floor. After performing what appeared to be a brief visual analysis, he turned back towards the open ramp, nodding his head in response.

Thumbs smiled. Progress.

“So you decided to hang back?” Thumbs asked, keeping his tone light in an attempt to ease his obviously-skeptical brother. Undeterred by the lack of response, he continued.

“Yeah, I get it. I know we all seem pretty crazy right now, but I promise that once you get to know us…” He paused, reconsidering the truth of his statement. “Well, you’ll probably think we’re even crazier.”

Sparks huffed in what seemed like amusement, the sound bringing immediate warmth to the frigid air around them. Thumbs grinned, taking the welcome gesture as an invitation to sit beside him.

The two sat in silence for a while, listening to the songs of nearby insects hidden from sight, before Sparks finally spoke.

“Why are you here?”

For a moment, Thumbs thought he was referring to his choice to sit next to him, before realizing he meant the reason he wasn’t out on the mission with the others.

“Ah, I don’t know,” Thumbs shrugged. “Didn’t seem like they needed me on this one.”

Sparks’ gaze flicked towards him briefly before focusing back on the vast space in front of them.

“You’re the strategist?”

“Yeah,” Thumbs sighed. “In theory, at least.”

“Seems weird to place a strategist with this batch.”

Thumbs knew he was right – Sparks was only confirming what he himself had thought many times before – but the comment still twinged at something buried deep within him that had never been vocalized.

“I… chose to be here. And I don’t regret it. Not for a single second.”

He immediately regretted his brusqueness as Sparks’ posture once again constricted, his mouth drawing into a thin line. So much for keeping the tone light.

The uncomfortable silence that followed was thankfully interrupted when a small animal appeared at the base of the Clover’s ramp. Thumbs watched in awe as Sparks beckoned it with a few tender snaps, the furry creature immediately obeying and snuggling up to his side. With an unexpected softness, Sparks ran two fingers down the creature’s spine, chuckling when it chirped in response. However, just as suddenly as the animal had appeared, it slipped away again, scurrying back into the night.

“Huh,” Thumbs said, having observed the strange encounter in silence. “Never seen one of those before.”

Sparks shrugged. “They’re pretty common. Saw a few the last time I was here.”

“Oh.” Thumbs cataloged the new piece of information. “You’ve traveled a lot then?”

Sparks nodded stiffly.

“You should tell that to Cypher. He loves talking about that kinda stuff.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

Thumbs fiddled with the hem of his shirt, unwilling to let the conversation slip away again, but unsure how exactly to proceed. So, he asked the first question that came to mind.

“What’s your favorite planet?”

“Favorite planet?” Sparks repeated incredulously.

Thumbs cringed, suddenly feeling as small as the padawans under Sparks' intense stare. For him, navigating conversations could sometimes be like navigating the battlefield – but just like in war, he had no choice but to march on.

“I think mine’s Lothal. I’ve only been there once, but it was beautiful. No water in sight – just solid earth and sun.”

Anyone who grew up on Kamino knew that the promise of stable land beneath one's feet was a privilege.

“I’m not sure I have one.” Sparks responded after a few seconds, casting his gaze back towards the floor. “But maybe someday… Someplace quiet. With lots of trees.”

His answer came as a surprise. The two of them were soldiers, forever burdened by the weight of armor, and until now, Thumbs believed that Sparks had allowed its harsh plastoid edges and carefully engineered curves to seep into the man beneath. It was a reality for many of those who were consumed by the brutality of war.

But no, he wanted quiet. He wanted to be surrounded by trees; a dream that his very name, sparks, threatened to burn.

He wondered where he got the name Sparks at all…

Thumbs was brought out his thoughts when something fell from his back pocket, clanging loudly onto the durasteel floor.

He scrambled to pick the items up before sheepishly glancing back at Sparks, who had one eyebrow raised questioningly.

“They’re… knitting needles,” he supplied.

“You knit?”

Thumbs nodded, once again surprised by Sparks’ genuine curiosity. Back with his old trainer, his not-so-secret hobby had become the brunt of many unpleasant jokes. He tried not to let it bother him but he eventually found himself knitting less and less, tired of the negative attention. He still kept his needles with him though, a good luck charm of sorts, waiting for the day they would be useful again.

“Well, I used to at least. Not much any more.”

“Why not?”

Thumbs hesitated, not wanting to get into the series of events that forced him to abandon the one activity that brought him joy during the war. He opted for a half-truth instead.

“Well, I... I don’t have any yarn.”

Sparks hummed in response; if he had any doubts about the truth of his batchmate’s statement, he didn’t mention it. Instead, he leaned over, picking up a screw that had come loose from one of the cabinets in the hull.

Thumbs watched as his brother repeatedly turned the small piece of metal between his fingers, and couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking about. So far, all he knew about Sparks was that he traveled a lot, had an affinity for trees, was scarily good at befriending wild animals, and was obviously reluctant to open up to any of his brothers – something that he was determined to change.

“So, what was your old squad like?”

Thumbs, eyes clouded by the fog of curiosity, didn’t catch the way Sparks froze, his spine straightening and fists clenching at his sides.

“I mean, I bet no one there kni-”

“What, now you want to talk about my old squad?” Sparks interrupted, his voice quiet, but laced with bitterness. “How about we talk about yours? Why are you really here, strategist?”

Thumbs recoiled, startled not so much by what Sparks had said, but by how he said it. Something profoundly mournful had flashed across his features before disappearing behind a wall of hostility, like lightning lost in the echoes of thunder.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. It’s a bad habit, my brothers are used to it.”

Sparks scuffed his shoe against the floor of the hull.

“I’m not your brother.”

The statement was meant to sting, but Thumbs knew that something else was simmering beneath his apparent anger. He stood, knowing that despite his own instincts, right now what Sparks really needed was space.

“You should try to get some sleep before the others get back,” he said quietly, before heading back in the direction of the bunks.

Thumbs didn’t expect a reply, but spared one last look at his brother before exiting the hull. He watched for a moment as Sparks unconsciously rubbed his hands together, failing to suppress a shiver that coursed through his body.

Must not like the cold, Thumbs thought, before turning and closing the door behind him.

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The next morning, Thumbs woke slowly. Getting up was a struggle, his limbs sore from sitting on the durasteel floor the previous night. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked around and found that the rest of the batch had returned from their mission, many of them now asleep in their own bunks.

He smiled when Pepper and Foxy passed, returning their friendly waves with his signature thumbs up. Thumbs was grateful to be surrounded by such a supportive batch; he just wished he could’ve gotten through to its newest member.

He knew it was hard, joining a new squad, especially Clone Force 37. They were chaotic at the best of times, disastrous at the worst. But despite their outward ferver, everyone onboard the Clover lived with the weight of their memories – images of relentless training sessions, unforgiving battles, and now-absent friends appearing whenever they dared to close their eyes – and Thumbs knew that for Sparks it was no different.

But he had looked so lost, staring out at the sky the night before, trapped on the teetering threshold of past and present.

And there Thumbs was, asking him about his favorite planet… Stars, he was useless.

The strategist had flopped back onto his bunk, one arm thrown over his face, when a pair of footsteps, quiet but firm, made their way towards him. He didn’t move, assuming it was just another squadmate heading towards the hull, when suddenly the footfalls stopped.

He lifted his arm, finding none other than Sparks standing over him.

“Sparks, I-”

Thumbs’ apology was cut off as a lump of something, something strangely soft, was thrown into his lap.

He looked down and found himself staring at a bundle of bright yellow yarn.

The smile that appeared on Thumbs’ face could’ve outshined any sun; its only competition was the one that materialized on Sparks’ own features as he turned to walk back towards the ship’s hull.

Thumbs didn’t stop smiling even as he pulled out his needles, casting onto them for the first time in years.

It was like not a day had passed since the last time he had knit, his hands moving like magic as they maneuvered the yarn, each stitch falling into their respective place. After a couple hours, the soft material began to take form and soon all that was left to do was weave in the stray strands.

Thumbs looked down at his creation feeling happier than he had in a very long time. He hoped that the pair of bright yellow gloves would help keep his newest vod warm, even when the world felt a bit cold.

And if not, he'd make him a hat too.

#the lucky batch #clone force 37 #37th battalion #clone trooper oc #star wars oc #cf37 sparks #cf37 thumbs #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic #hazel writes

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literaphobe · 2 years

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i liked when he’d join hbomb vod reviewing him :) punches and kicks the air it’s so messed up last mcc no one really looked at his vod I need him to go crazy next time so I can delight in vod review content

when dream and sapnap vod reviewed w hbomb post mcc17 and when dream and hbomb reviewed mcc18 the day after :((((((( COME BACK!!!!! also istg the lack of sands is making me WITHER like 2 mccs in a row without it… fucked up

#ask #no one understands………

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comm-caribou · 2 years

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Chapter Twenty-Five: Before the Storm

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Death, gore, blood (let me know if I missed any!)

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Day seven of waking up in the arms of the man who loved her. Juliette would never grow tired of the feeling.

A cybernetic hand resting on her abdomen, a warm but slightly calloused hand extended out past her head tracing her fingers.

Lightly, his lips kissed her ear barely making a noise.

She rolled over, letting Fang trail lazy morning kisses from her cheek to her lips. She placed a hand on the back of his head, holding him there to savor him a little longer.

“Sweetheart?” Fang mumbled against her lips.

“No.” Juliette held his arm.

Fang groaned, but he positioned himself better and began really kissing her back like they had all the time in the galaxy. There was no war, not in this bed.

In between kisses, when his lips found their way to her neck instead, she gasped out, “I love you.”

Fang froze, lifting his head up with wide eyes like saucers.

She reached out playing with his curls, “did I fry your brain, cyar’ika? Should I repeat myself?”

He nodded, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I. Love. You.” She emphasized each word.

Fang didn’t even say a word back. He just held her jaw, and began peppering every inch of her flushing face with kisses until she was laughing so hard she was tearing up.

“I love you, too!” Fang hugged her tight, after he covered ever bit of her face, “I love you so much…”

Juliette smiled, tracing her hand down his clothed chest to his heart.

He placed his hand over her’s, then kissed her again.

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When Mirage woke up that morning, he gasped for air like he had been drowning in his sleep all night.

Ever since he hit his head years ago, he never had a dream. His sleep was only blackness and an empty void, until last night.

Last night, he dreamt of being controlled. Being a puppet with blaster, shooting at someone running for their life.

He rubbed his throbbing head.

I have a bad feeling about this.

****

“Good news,” Hardwire said to Tracks, “we’re going on leave soon.”

Tracks gave him a thumbs up as Kit examined his throat.

“Bad news,” Hardwire paced, “it’s after we offer aid to another battle. Oddly enough, I think I actually prefer supply runs now.”

Tracks couldn’t believe his ears, supply runs? Sure, I suppose they’re easier and less risky. However, we’re soldiers for crying out loud! We belong in the frontlines!

“I know,” Hardwire rubbed his forehead as he paced, “I can see you judging me.”

Kit stepped back, “while you do need to go easy, you are looking much better.”

Tracks touched his throat smiling, just when I was starting to get the hang of these hand signs.

Kit turned to Hardwire, “and as for you, is there still a ringing?”

A ringing? Tracks turned to the Commander.

Hardwire rubbed the back of his head, “yeah, it’s fine now, Kit. I haven’t heard it since after Hoth.”

“Very good.” Kit went to his recharging chamber, knowing they were satisfied with his care.

Tracks glared at Hardwire.

Hardwire muttered, “I didn’t want Boomerang to freak out.”

Tracks puffed out air, grunting as he stood up.

He understood, but he wished the Commander told him. It wasn’t like he could verbally tell anyone Hardwire was having problems with his hearing.

Hardwire kicked the floor, “so… you’ll be able to speak again soon? That’s good…”

Tracks pat his Commander’s head, smiling as they left the medbay to the hanger.

While Hardwire went to join the others getting ready to storm the battlefield, Tracks went to join the other gunship pilots getting ready to go.

Squirrel was stretching while Max sat on the floor, crosslegged and meditating.

Goose turned to Tracks, offering half a ration bar, “want the rest?”

Tracks nodded, taking the remaining bit of bar.

“Tag and Frenzy are checking in with the flight crew,” Goose explained, “you ready for this, Tracks? Sounds like it’s bad out there. Ships going down, troops dropping left and right. Total blood bath.”

“Comforting, vod.” Squirrel cracked his back, “I think you should go tell Juliette that, exactly the same. Word-for-word.”

“Jealous boy,” Max teased through closed eyes.

“I’m not jealous,” Squirrel argued.

“Yes, you are.” Goose laughed, “you’ve been swimming in it for weeks.”

Squirrel groaned, “I’m not. She can date anyone she wants as long they treat her like a Queen.”

“Squirrel, when we go on leave,” Max smiled up at him, “Tay and I are going to find you a girlfriend.”

Tracks snickered, I hope Tay has plenty of friends with low standards.

Squirrel hummed, “okay, fine. But she better be nice.”

“What about you, Tracks?” Goose nudged him, “want a girlfriend?”

Tracks shook his head, mouthing, “not now.”

“Saving yourself for after the war?” Goose joked.

Tracks chuckled, walking away to their gunship.

Goose followed after him, “who’s flying today? Me or you?”

Tracks shrugged.

Goose patted his belt, and took a credit out, “I’ll flip you for pilot seat.”

I honestly don’t care.

Regardless, Tracks nodded, playing along.

Goose flipped it up in the air, and caught it in his palm.

“I forgot to call it.” Goose groaned.

Tracks shook his head, smiling as he went to the co-pilot seat.

“Tracks,” Goose went to the pilot’s seat. “Have I ever told you how much I love flying with you? Because I do.”

Tracks tapped his fingers to his chin, extending out his palm.

“No,” Goose started flight prepping, “thank you.”

****

Outside the gunship, the echoing of explosions rang inside the metal walls crowding inside with the troops.

Hardwire held Juliette’s hand, focusing on the pilot chatter.

“I can’t shake him!“

“Watch it! Watch it!”

“I’m hit!”

“We’re going down!”

Hardwire’s grip on Juliette’s little hand tightened.

Juliette’s helmet tilted up towards his.

He switched frequencies, “I’m listening to the fighter pilots.”

“Are they okay?” Her voice shook, “should I be worried I won’t see someone I know?”

“Not sure yet,” Hardwire rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, “I’ll keep you updated.”

“Please do,” Juliette said quietly.

The ship jerked, and everyone stumbled.

Hardwire switched frequencies, “Goose! What happened?”

No answer.

“Goose?”

Please don’t be like Chaser. Please don’t die in front of Tracks.

“Sir, your front is on fire!” Tag’s voice came on the channel. “You’re leveling out, but you’re going down!”

Kriff!

Hardwire yelled, “BRACE FOR IMPACT!”

As the words left his mouth, a new noise entered his ears.

The hard ground colliding with their ship, and the twisting of metal as it fell apart around them.

Along with all of that, the sound of his brothers colliding into each other, and one too many painful crunches.

****

The overhead lights flickered, and there was a weight on Boomerang’s back. He shook his head, listening to a handful of his brothers groaning and crying out in pain.

Despite how sore he felt, he wiggled his way out from underneath his deceased brother, and stood up.

It was sea of white armor tangled together.

Thirty troopers including himself, plus Juliette and the two pilots.

“Put a hand up!” Boomerang barked at them, “let’s go!”

Slowly, black gloves rose up.

He counted them, frowning under his helmet when he counted only seventeen.

“He’s struggling, but Jay is okay!” Trusty called out.

Eighteen, and he spotted Juliette holding Mick’s head in her lap. That’s nineteen.

“General.” He made his way to Jay, “talk to me. How’s Mick?”

“He can’t feel his legs.” Juliette reported.

The doors pulled open, and two troops from the 212th looked in surveying the carnage.

“We need to move,” one of them started helping them up, “Commander Cody is beyond that ridge, at your drop point.”

“I got two down troops here,” Boomerang called, “and I need to check on the pilots.”

“Leave them,” the other began rushing them out, “we don’t have time.”

Boomerang watched the way Juliette’s helmeted head whipped around to that soldier.

Wrong words to say, brother, Boomerang smirked as she carefully, set Mick’s head down on Mirage’s calf. Cocking her head like a predator, Juliette stalked towards the 212th trooper.

He backed away, clutching his blaster to his chest as his back hit the wall.

“Run that by me again,” her sweet voice was as cold as ice.

“I… we…” the trooper was shaking.

“We need med evac,” his 212th brother called on his comm.

Jay tapped Boomerang’s hand, drawing his attention away from Hardwire handling the confrontation and back to his wounded brother.

“I’m okay,” Jay stiffly sat up, “get the pilots.”

Boomerang helped him up, making sure Jay was able to walk fine. Then, Boomerang stepped over the dead to the front end of the gunship.

He hit the button, and was relieved to see Tracks alive.

Boomerang touched his arm, “Tracks?”

Tracks turned to him, shaking, “w-why?”

Boomerang’s air filters caught the scent, the burning of armor and…

“Goose didn’t make it.” Boomerang felt his heart sink, “he died in front of you.”

Tracks held his helmet, repeating in a very weak, scratchy voice, “why…?”

Boomerang helped him up, “I don’t know. I don’t know why this keeps happening to you, but if it counts I’m glad you always survive it.”

Tracks didn’t say anything, just nodded as he used Boomerang as a crutch.

Boomerang switched to private comm, “Hardwire, Goose is dead.”

****

She’s being quiet now.

Cooper had to keep looking back to see if Juliette was still with them. Every time he did, he swore she looked more and more upset. Despite not seeing any inch of her face, he could see it in her march.

He slowed his pace, waiting for her.

“General,” he cut into a private channel, “I know you and I don’t exactly get along, but I am sorry. You got dragged into this, and you love all of us so much… makes you the best General in my book.”

Juliette sniffled, “eleven men died in that crash, and Goose burned in the cockpit right in front of Tracks.”

And if Tracks was the pilot, he’d be dead. Goose is a good pilot, but he’d freeze up and we’d all be dead. But that’s not the right thing to say now.

Instead, Cooper opted for, “honestly, we’ve all seen pretty messed up things. It’s not my place to tell anyone else’s story, but I definitely have. Haven’t you?”

Juliette was quiet, then said, “Ghost dying was the worse thing I have ever seen.”

Ghost? Is she talking about that soldier from our mission with General Vos? How was that one the worse? I’ve seen decapitation and limbs flying from explosions… she must’ve seen gorier ways a clone has gone out by now.

“General,” Cooper pushed his concerns away, “don’t break on us. Please keep fighting.”

“That’s rule seven,” Juliette walked taller.

“I’d love to hear these rules later,” Cooper dismissed himself, as Hardwire took her arm and guided her away.

He slipped into a group of other officers, going over the numbers.

Casualties high. Why the kriff are we here? We should’ve retreated.

****

After their short hike, they caught a break.

The droids had fallen back, and the men were able take a second to collect themselves and see the med evac take Mick, Tracks, and a bunch of 212th wounded away.

Coyote rubbed his knee. He bounced into the door, and bang it on the metal wall hard enough he swore there was a dent in hard casing.

Fang knelt down next to him, “you okay?”

“Just a little banged up,” Coyote grunted, “adrenaline is gone, so now it’s beginning to sting.”

Fang hummed thoughtfully, “well, I can’t fix it, but I can promise to make you your favorite food after this.”

“Oh yeah?” Coyote chuckled, “and what is my favorite food?”

“Anything but rations,” Fang teased.

“That’s right,” Coyote smiled under his helmet, “although, I will say I like that one you made two days ago.”

“You mean the macaroni and cheese? The meal you all decided to torture the Commander over?”

Coyote laughed, “that’s the one.”

The poor Commander.

While he enjoyed the meal, he had a strong belief that cheese is an ingredient and eating it alone was like eating plain butter.

While the others snacked on cheese scraps, Hardwire was crawling out of his skin fighting the urge not gag. He’d probably never live that incident down as long as he lived.

Fang started to say something else, but then Juliette walked by and his words dissipated into silence.

Coyote placed his fist under his chin, watching between the two.

He could already picture the soft glow on Fang’s cheeks as he smiled uncontrollably. His dark eyes big and dilated as that silly dream of his walked by in their reality.

“So…” Coyote lightly nudged him, breaking the spell.

“Sorry,” Fang covered his helmet’s face, “she told me it today.”

“It?“ Coyote leaned closer, “I don’t recall what this it might be. What did our dear General tell you?”

Fang had to be smiling ear to ear under his bucket, it came clear in his voice. The radiation of pure happiness that couldn’t be contained.

“She said she loves me.”

Coyote took Fang’s hand, squeezing it tight in victory.

That victory became interrupted, as Hardwire and Juliette both joined them.

“Alright you two,” Hardwire spoke, “Tunnel squad isn’t here to do scouting, and Cody can’t afford to send anymore of his men. I need you two to go with Mirage, Jay, and Trusty and scout ahead.”

“Yes, sir,” Coyote answered, ready to go.

Hardwire and Juliette checked over their shoulder, as if initiating a signal to Cooper. The Sergeant came over as Hardwire stood up, standing next to him like a wall.

Juliette moved closer to Fang, tapping her helmet to his, “be safe, cyar’ika.”

Fang took her hands, “you as well, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you,” she answered back, then patted Coyote’s helmet as she got up, “you be safe too, Coyote.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Coyote answered, and she walked off with her officers like that exchange didn’t just happen.

Fang covered his helmet’s face again, making a happy array of noises.

“What was that?” Coyote asked.

“She gave me Keldabe kiss,” Fang hopped up, “and told me she loves me again.”

“You’re smitten,” Coyote stiffly stood up, “and I’m happy for you, vod.”

But don’t die trying to save her again.

Fang offered Coyote his arm, “you okay walking?”

Coyote bent his knee, testing it out, “I’ll be fine.”

They found Mirage, and immediately they were off without so much as a word.

While the others were busy looking around, Coyote couldn’t help but notice Mirage gingerly touching the side of his helmet that was scuffed.

He must’ve hit his head in the crash, Coyote concluded, poor guy must be in a lot of pain.

The longer they hiked, the more Coyote’s knee started to scream in pain. If he realized it was this bad, he would’ve asked Boomerang to check him out or give him something to ease out the ache.

Mirage held up his fist, “up ahead. There’s those tin cans.”

They hid under fallen rubbles cover, taking out their macrobinoculars to see better.

“I’m counting a whole battalion,” Trusty said.

“Lots of tanks too,” Jay piped in.

Mirage opened his comm channel to static, “ugh, we’re being blocked even on Hardwire’s frequency. Coyote, you’re in charge. Trusty, let’s see if I can get through to the Commander.”

“Yes, sir,” Trusty hopped up, and eagerly chased after Mirage.

Coyote leaned back behind the fallen wall, rubbing his knee.

“Maybe you’ll need time in a bacta tank,” Jay said. “Or just some R-and-R during leave.”

“I’ll carry you around,” Fang joked.

“Oh? So you’ll let me crash your alone time with your girl?” Coyote teased. “What do you two even do?”

“Cuddle and watch holo dramas,” Fang shrugged, “we found a reality cooking show too.”

“Fun.” Coyote chuckled, surprised it was that innocent.

“Lads,” Jay ducked back, “I think we’ve been spotted.”

Fang checked with his macrobinoculars. Coyote watched the lump in his throat bounce as he nodded.

“Move.” Coyote ordered, getting to his feet.

A sharp pain shot up his body, and he fell down unable to move his leg.

His knee was throbbing so much, he could hear it in his ears.

Fang swooped down, dragging him by his armpits as Jay fired on approaching super battle droids.

“What happened?” Fang barked as they ran.

“My knee…” Coyote grunted, “I think it’s really messed up, Fang.”

Jay cried out, and then fell to the ground.

“Jay’s down.” Coyote warned, “it’s just us.”

Plasma whizzed past them, just narrowly missing them it seemed.

Fang tightened his grip, and quickened his pace.

“Fang, just drop me and run!” Coyote ordered, “I’ll cover you!”

“Not a chance!” Fang took a sharp turn, and they stumbled down an embankment.

Fang grabbed Coyote, pulling him close as they hid up against the rocky terrain.

“Hey, Coyote,” Fang said quietly.

“Uh huh?” Coyote listened to the droids get closer.

“There’s a box,” Fang said, “you need to give it back to Juliette.”

Give it back? Why me?

Coyote turned his head, seeing in Fang’s heaving chest the dying orange of plasma bolt that pierced his chest.

Coyote’s heart stopped.

****

Breathing hurt.

Fang slowly sank down the wall, feeling his adrenaline dropping with his own heart rate.

I’m dying.

Fang felt it in every fiber of his very being, that he was not going to survive this one. He was going to die in front of Coyote despite how hard he was trying to stay awake. He wasn’t going to properly thank Cosmos for all his wisdom and kind words. Boomerang for always making him laugh. Mirage for all his attempts to fix his hair. Tracks for always scooting over so he could sit with them, and listening to him talk. Cooper for being nice to him even when he was being a moron. Hardwire for taking him under his wing and protecting him the best he could.

Coyote got down next to him, cradling him in his arms like a baby.

“Fang, please hang on,” Coyote tried his comm, but was still filled with nothing but static.

Fang lifted off his helmet, tossing the faded purple striped bucket to the side. Then, he reached into his belt, taking out his favorite rock to hang onto.

The raw opal from his trip to Vixnix, his most cherished possession.

Gripping it tight, he was ready to face death.

Coyote kept trying, pleading with the useless comm to work.

“Coyote,” Fang placed his head on Coyote’s chest, “it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Coyote choked on a sob, then tossed his own helmet away, “that’s good, Fang.”

His eyelids started to feel heavy, “tell Juliette it didn’t hurt.”

Juliette… I’m never going to see her again. Oh kriff… she and I made plans. We were suppose to go on a real date…

“She’s going to be heartbroken,” Fang warned, “you got to warn Cosmos, so he can comfort her… don’t let her hide away… please, Coyote, protect my girl.”

“I will,” Coyote brushed Fang’s cheek, “I won’t let her grieve alone. I’ll be her friend until I join you on the other side. I promise.”

Fang saw someone approaching in the haze, “tell her I love her…”

A glowing trooper held out his hand, and as Fang took it, Coyote’s crying faded away.

#caribou stories #caribou ocs #caribou originals #star wars #star wars the clone wars #952nd #juliette trix #commander hardwire #sergeant cooper #corporal keks #arc trooper mirage #boomerang #tracks #coyote #fang

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drewbacca2 · 7 months

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Starkiller Saga

44 BBY Chapter two part seven

A trip to Kashyyyk

It's been six months since I've seen the hooded figure with the orange lightsaber. I've heard from Bar Lar that he's been messing with the gangs of this area. Or at least someone with his description, lightsaber included. I've been training my force power and my body these last six months in preparation for this fight I've been sensing. He hasn't been messing with Gungan Cargo. Good, but strange. Maybe he doesn't see them as a threat? Or is it something else? Anyway, I've done ten jobs for Gungan Cargo. Giving me a total of 100k and accumulatively 75k for my crew. I get the feeling that I'm needed somewhere… and as soon as I feel that I'm getting a call on my helmet. I answer it and I hear a Wookiee yelling in my ear. Well not yelling per se, but she's just a loud Wookiee when she's excited. "Grandson Grozchal! How have you been?" I say "Hey… Grandmother… I don't know how to tell you this… but- "Don't worry kid. I already felt him return to the trees… I felt all of them. I've met Bendak and your mother before you were found by your father. How did they die? If it's too hard to repeat I understand." "No, it's alright." I recount what happened. Sparing her the details of the war. "I need you to come see me." She says. "Um… not to be disrespectful… but why?" "Have you forgotten life day yesterday? Not to mention your birthday is in three days!" "Well… I'll have to see if I'm not busy today…" "I know you're in the area Grozchal. Your power has gotten stronger and better to where it's not so easy to ignore. I hope to see you soon, Grandson. Bye bye now." And before I can respond she hangs up.

I take my helmet off and go to look behind me to see if Meris is awake and- *Chop* "When were you planning on telling me you not only have a Grandmother, but your birthday is in three days?" I say "I didn't even know she saw me as her grandson. And… Well, I haven't celebrated my birthday since I was eight." "Well you better tell everyone we'll be leaving soon." She says."Right" I reply. I put my armor on and I speak over the intercom. "Alright everyone. We'll be leaving soon for a few days. But we'll come back though. Just want to pay a short visit to my grandmother. I leave the Raven to talk to Bar Lar. "Ah, there's one of my favorite Mandalorians! We unfortunately don't have any jobs for you today. Not only have you taken care of our last problem last week, nobody is needing anything done because they're busy celebrating the aftermath of life day. But is there anything I can do for you?" "Actually yes, could you reserve this landing pad for me? I should only be gone for a few days at max." "I'll see what I can do." He says "Thanks Bar Lar." "Anytime Grozchal." I walk up the loading ramp and as it's closing I turn on the intercom. "Fire up the engines Fixer. We're ready to head out." "Aye aye captain." And not long after she says that we're up in the air. I go to the cockpit and I teach Fixer and Tech how to use the weapons. Unfortunately Karrstag is too big to use the main two gunner seats. But he can use the anti personnel cannon. So I teach him to use that. "hyperspace coordinates locked for Kashyyyk. 3 2 1." She pulls the lever and we go into hyperspace. When we drop out of hyperspace I get a call from that same Wookiee. "I knew you'd come! I'm not ready with some things. Land here and I'll meet you there."

She gives me coordinates and I have Fixer follow them. We come to a wooden landing pad and I see her meditating on the floor in front of it. "You wanna come with me, vod?" He nods and Meris says "I'm coming with you. I want to meet the rest of your family." I say, "ok no problem." We walk down the ramp and she says with her eyes closed "Greetings my Grandson-" she looks up and looks past me to Karrstag and starts to tear up. "He looks like your father." "He does?" "When were you born?" She asks. "In three days, forty years ago. Why?" He says. Her eyes widened. "I knew of a Wookiee that was born forty years ago. I was going to pay him a visit but he disappeared five years ago. His mother died during childbirth. I was going to see if the rumors were true." "What rumors?" Karrstag asked. "That is if my son Karrstag had a child before he left for the Galaxy at large." Tears start to soak into her fur. "Look at him Grozchal! Does he not look exactly like your father?!" I look at him and I see it! "You're right! I don't know how I didn't see it before." "Maybe your eyes refused to let you see because of the pain of losing him." "Heh… we've been calling each other brother this entire time. While in reality we actually are." "I suppose now's a good time as any to ask." I cock my head to the left. "What do you mean?" Karrstag says. "So… I've been thinking… a lot, and I want to be a Mandalorian. If you don't-" I interrupt him with "Don't worry about how I feel about it, because I'm as happy as a loth cat getting fed and getting belly rubs at the same time! But think about what you want. It's a lifestyle, It's a culture, and a religion. There are some rules to being a Mandalorian. In no particular order, but all equally important. They consist of wearing the armor, speaking the language, defending oneself and family, raising your children as Mandalorians, contributing to the clan's welfare, and when called upon by the Mand'alor, rallying to their cause. I'll make you some armor out of durasteel. I hope we can get some Beskar and find a Beskar smith." He smiles and looks as happy as a Wookiee can get! Oh no… he hugs me and I'm dead. Never underestimate a happy Wookiee's hug. He puts me down and I then ask our grandmother what she wanted to show me. She points to the bowl in front of her and says "Sit, I have something to teach you." I then sit like she is. She says "I'm going to teach you healing. You need at least some medical knowledge. How much do you have?" I reply "I know the anatomy of every race in the Galaxy. And I'm not kidding." "I know you're not. This is good news. That means you can use this ability to its fullest potential. So, I need you to tap into the force." I do, and I wait for her instructions. "Now, do not pour too much of your essence into the target. Otherwise you may pour too much and die. You must also picture the flesh mending, the bone shaping, and the blood flowing correctly if you are to use this correctly. Now…" she grabs a ritual dagger and slits her wrist. "Dew it. You may want to hurry. I can only lose so much blood." I then reach out and I close it quickly. "I knew you would have! I think you're a prodigy Grozchal!" I rub the back of my neck. "I wouldn't go that far, but… "Oh you, always so modest. We need to go to the Shadowlands anyway. I think your present is ready. No spoilers!"

#grozchal #starkillersaga #the mandalorian #star wars

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iamshay · 1 year

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Hi I know I have been afk

I have been super busy with life. And try to maintain the apartment i live in.

a lot has happened. I will make post 2 about the first post that is pinned. More leak emails and people's names. screenshot how phony people can be nowadays. It's time the kick community knew and you guys knew about these narcissistic people. scroll down for the post. this post will be pinned. I need to transfer it all back to my pc. Cuz I had been collecting a lot prior to my harassment. I also might repost the picture. Also, time let people know how those people this girl mention to me their names I never mention these two individuals botting besides Zovo.

her own words now she going around lying about my name and now the same girl lying saying igypc air her ass out. but time air igypc too since she so caught own her ego high horse.

a little comment about this. more talk about it in the post.

Lauren plays a two-part side of the story to show her true color. The fact she blocks people try to silence them because she cants handle being called out. Now she lies to her simps the people to help them get boosted and botted. I got it all. She deletes all her vods cuz she knows people will be watching her old vods when i enter her chat. also, I have posted a screenshot of how I met her first time. i was already an affiliate now she taking credit for me. cuz bitch gave me some shout-out when they unfollow me right away anyways. I gain my 200 following all again by myself. by networking. I was on kick before any of them. All i did just networking. This girl is literally phony. check my Twitter. She got very nervous cuz i was talking with kick community that we all can just need report thoes titties stream coming to kick try break rules and twerk for subs. She now crying about cuz they remove it. i saw her phony ass tweet nonesess about how people work hard for their check mark but reality i know the truth how her friends group people got it cuz they dick riding kick staff and boosting them up and they getting couched. she had problem with social before i start having problem with her. She is fake she all talk how social is childish how whole community sick of him. ITs funny cuz that time i was friend with him. she was tell me all kind stuff after my fall out with social i have reason be mad and feel type throwds him. But fact i also dm her on discord said when did u become friend with him. when reality i know cuz she was all about talking shit about him. what was her reason that she was talking bad about him. NOTHING. i had good reason vent to her about them cuz they done me wrong.

her reason is that social said that girl twerking and licking mic should be recommended. girl bye.

More clear stuff will come with another post. i will post it all my card. i got lots on them they got nothing on me beside my dms. that i vented and talk among about view botting my own opinions. I never harassed them like they did. cut social and rest people out cuz i notice stuff didn't add up. The fact lidsy herself even said social was dm people vouching for get verified. unless she has not deleted that vod. since liars love hide shit. they delete prove. When i just been leaking my own whole dms. Cuz i got nothing to hide. They do.

Just ask yourself how come they deleted vods and stuff. and going to staff to delete and not verified me cuz they feel butthurt cuz i have called them out. this fat bitch think she gave me affliate when reality is i talk to kevin i got it enable it way before it hit fucking 75 follower on kick cuz there was something wrong with my vods and kevin unless he start lie for them too. she trying take credit just cuz she shout me out. SHE never help me at all. all i been doing since day one i made my account been networking with people. I am master at networking and talking to people. connect with people. Not just kick.. Twitch, trovo, youtube, etc.. This girl use race each time when stuff arent going her way. laurenshayla all of them i called out. They all have same simp that in their leader fact they are flex on sub gift is cringe and tag trainwreck but when other do it they attacking them.

That all i have to say for now. TRUST all screenshots i got will be posted. even from kick. You know how narcissism operate

I am busy now. i can't post it now. I am working on some IRL stuff projects art. I took a bit of break time to write this.

Just saying!!

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