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apocalyp-tech-a · 6 days

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SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW 🌈 (TechxReader)

Hello! This is my Bad Batch XReader Exchange gift for @deezlees for the @cloneficgiftexchange run by @ghostofskywalker!!! 💜

Prompts: Learning to ride a horse || Going on a vacation together || His first time at a history museum || Confident reader persona

Words: 2500

Warnings: None except flirtation maybe

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55173340

A/N: Having background in public history and having already written Tech at museums, this was a perfect matching!!! Hope you enjoy it! 🤓 And thank you to @cloneficgiftexchange for running it!

SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW 🌈 (Tech X Reader)

The sun shone through the early morning commute of speeders and ships traversing Coruscant's sky, its pale blue color muted by smog that even the planet's filtering system could not alleviate. Towering skyscrapers of grays in every hue passed by as you navigated to the Grand Army of the Republic's base.

Upon pulling up in your speeder, a bright millaflower red Mustang XD38, you saw your future passenger salute you by casually flicking three fingers from his brow. You brought the speeder to a stop and flirted. "Hey good looking. Looking for a ride?"

"That depends," he said as he hopped into the passenger side with one dexterous and confident move.

"Depends on what, Tech?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

"On if I can be the driver." He adjusted his goggles hopefully.

"Can I pilot the Marauder?"

"No."

"Then you can be my CO-pilot. Just remember, I am the Captain here." You winked at him playfully.

You revved up the engine, but it wasn't loud enough to cover Tech's large sigh of frustration. You chuckled to yourself proudly before shooting him a grinning glance. "Aw, don't be like that, maybe you can drive back."

"That is exactly what you said on our previous two outings." Tech held up a pointed finger in a very casual, yet disgruntled manner.

"Yes. Hence the word "maybe."

Tech's propensity for arguing about who was driving dissipated as the museum came into view. His eyes were wide with excitement, though you knew he was trying to keep that emotion at bay. You had seen him go on one of his excited know-it-all rants before. You found them amusing, endearing, and most of all impressive. He was the smartest person you knew, whether it was from Kaminoan meddling or not, didn't matter. You loved listening to him, and he loved to talk. And you didn't just like listening to him because of the pleasing sound of his voice and looks, but because he actually did talk about things that were interesting.

After parking, you both walked to the museum's main entrance. Tech adjusted his goggles as his head tilted back to take in the much larger than necessary doors adorned by a full arch of sculpted marble, stone, mythological figures from all over the galaxy.

"Shall we?" You suggested with a smile.

Tech nodded in the affirmative. "After you, Madame." Tech took note of the strange face you gave him upon being called 'Madame.' Perhaps it was a little old fashioned, but he still had not figured out what else he could use in place of your name without being too forward or disrespectful. Sometimes you called him 'Hot Shot' or 'Ace' which were exceedingly better than the names his brothers called him.

As for you, his brothers were not without suggestions. Crosshair suggested 'Doll,' Hunter suggested 'Sweetheart,' Echo suggested 'Dearest,' and Wrecker suggested 'Booboo-tooka.'

None of those monikers were quite sufficient, however, but Tech knew a solution would eventually present itself.

Since you had already purchased tickets as a surprise for him since he had not only repaired, but upgraded and heavily modified the repulsor system for your speeder, you were able to acquire visitor badges quickly and began your mosey through the museum.

With twenty levels, there was no way you could see everything in one day let alone a few hours, but you knew Tech had marked out an itinerary on his datapad to follow at your suggestion. You knew he only had so much leave to see what most piqued his interest. Even though he wanted to see everything, you finally convinced him to whittle it down to four floors.

"Let's start with the Paleolithic and Neolithic," he said with a tweak of his goggles. He started walking toward the lifts as if he had been there before, but you knew he had simply memorized the entire museum's layout.

"Sounds good to me," you said walking beside him. As you stood in the lift, you tilted your head up to study his profile as he continued to look down at his datapad. You wanted to blame the movement of the lift tube for the slight buckling in your knees, but you knew it was all due to his handsomeness.

Your heart pitter-pattered the moment you had seen him at 79s three months ago. You weren't one to go pick up guys at bars, but there was something unique and enticing about him. You thought little of it or him, figuring to never see him again until he came into your electronics shop in search of a capacitor.

Apparently your knowledge of computers made an impression because he came in the next day looking for a hyper-regulator. With fate on your side, you asked if he wanted to meet you for a drink and after some adorable awkwardness, he agreed.

The lift doors slid open and you stepped into a carefully curated world of wood and stone. Dioramas with the first humans, the first Trandoshans, the first Rodians, Twi'leks, and Pantorans were set up along one corridor.

"It is fascinating, the similarities between different species as pertains to the genesis and evolution of technology," Tech marveled as you came to the exhibit of like tools from all over the galaxy. "The Twi'lek arrowhead is quite similar to the Devaronian and Human. The same goes for ax-heads and needles. But once you get to items like beads and pottery vessels, you see the cultural trajectory lose conformity and develop based on materials available by individual local environment and customs."

"I had never really thought about it like that. I'm used to technology and more recent history I guess." You shrugged.

"Indeed. One can hardly expect the modern mind to memorize all of the information whether historical or technological. Though I do try."

"You have some 'exceptional' advantages that the rest of us do not," you teased. You had not known him three rotations when he went on a detailed explanation of he and his brothers' 'defects' which did not sound like defects at all to you. Then he continued to explain how those traits made them more deviant than defective. You certainly understood that side of him as he often met with you when he should have been attending to GAR duties.

Satisfied with your visit to the 'stone' ages, you next traveled through time and to the fifth floor to the rise of cities and nation states.

Tech stared at the first exhibit with fascination. "The agricultural revolution varied by planet. Those that did not have crops that could be mass produced could only sustain small settlements, whereas those with large crops could maintain large cities that grew exponentially into kingdoms and nations."

"And wars and starvation."

"Yes," Tech turned to you, his brow furrowed with concern at your statement. Did you not find history as fascinating as he did? He knew your views on the war and cloning. He dared not ask, but all he could do was agree with you.

When Tech continued to stare at you, you realized maybe you had gone too far and put a damper on an outing that was supposed to be fun. "I'm sorry, Tech. I didn't mean to rain on your parade."

He adjusted his goggles thoughtfully. "I have seen plenty of rain on Kamino," he said understandingly. "You need not apologize. That is an unfortunately correct assessment of civilization. With growth and progress comes conflict and suffering. The two seem to go hand in hand, but I think rather to have faith that intelligence and good intentions have the advantage."

"In that case, it's almost as if sentient life is collectively "defective." You smiled, grateful for his understanding and wisdom. For being a clone maybe a third your age, if that, you can not but admire his calm and collected approach to situations and problems. The only thing he seemed to ever be nervous around is you, but that was understandable because you knew the clone troopers didn't exactly get lessons in romance in the GAR.

Tech merely pushed his goggles up the bridge of his nose with a knowing smile. He was never quite sure how to take your sarcasm, probably because he was self aware of his own and that of his brothers, Crosshair in particular. But the affectionate twinkle in your eyes and gentle flourish of your smile made his heart beat a little faster and the tips of his ears feel a little warmer.

He had not expected to become interested in a female. He was engineered to be a soldier, nothing more. Yet, you made him feel like he was more than that, that he wanted more even. He found himself returning to your shop even though he really did not need to.

And yet he did 'need' to.

Tech found himself smiling back at you. "Indeed. I must apologize. We have been to two floors of exhibits that I wanted to see. Is there something you would like to see?"

"No, Tech. This was all for you."

"I should very much like to learn about what interests you."

"Well, there is an atrium level. Gardens and ruins from other worlds. I remember being taken with the one from Naboo when I was a child." You felt a little weird saying that considering Tech was technically the same age as you were at the time. "You can actually sit there and relax. Or meditate like a Jedi." You shrugged.

"I would very much like that."

After browsing the garden exhibits of Kashyyyk, Chandrila, Selonia, and Old Coruscant, you settled in the Naboo section. A small waterfall splashed down a rock cliff before flowing through a makeshift river that encapsulated the area and then recycled back to the top of the waterfall. Lush green grass spread across one half before melding with a more tree and moss covered rocky area that housed some Gungan head statues. But what really amazed you not only as a child, but as an adult as well, were the guarlara statues that guarded the Naboo area.

Tech studied you as you gazed upon the statues, content to witness your own fixation with something in the museum since you put up with his. "The guarlara, a quadrupedal mammal native to Naboo, having evolved the physical trait of speed on that planet's grassy plains and also a long mane of hair. Used as transportation before the speeder was invented and now only used for official royal business such as coronations."

"Sadly, I don't think I'll ever get a chance to ride one."

"No. They are reserved for royalty," Tech said a little too bluntly. But you knew he didn't mean anything by it and that he for the most part sympathized with you.

"Indeed," you echoed a word he had a habit of saying. "Let's sit over on that fancy stone bench. My feet are a little sore from all of the walking we've done."

"Indeed," Tech said in reply with a grin. He forgot you were probably not used to walking five or ten klicks or more as he was.

You both sat in silence as the sound of the waterfall drowned out the low chatter of the museum. You took extra satisfaction because Tech is sitting right next to you, so close that your arms and legs were touching.

You knew he was a little nervous because he continued to look down at his datapad rather than enjoy the soothing sound of the waterfall, but maybe water just wasn't his thing.

“Hey Ace. What cycle are we heading for next?”

There it was. 'Ace.' One of your pet names for him. He wanted so badly to find one for you as well, but he wanted a special name, not the usual. He knew you liked driving and piloting as he did, but Ace could not work for both of you. He knew you also liked guarlaras, but there were not many equus related monikers that seemed suitable. Guarlara itself did not roll off the tongue very well. Pony was not very romantic. And mare simply sounded unsuitable.

Tech's eyes went from studying his datapad to studying the floor. He was disappointed that he could not find an ideal solution to this very simple quandary.

He now turned to you, studying your delicate features, so content to be in your favorite part of the museum, yet you were so colorful as well, not like anyone he had ever met before. When you turned to him, he took to studying the sparkle in your eyes, that seemed to represent everything he admired about you.

“What is it?” you asked, noticing Tech staring at you strangely.

He took your hand in his. "I was simply thinking about what an extraordinarily colorful woman you are. You remind me of the rainbows on Kamino. They were always so vibrant after a storm. And you are a vibrant beacon after all of the missions we go on. You are like a rainbow to me, albeit in adult human female form."

“Awwww...” You squeeze his hand and place your other hand over your heart. "I think that might be the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."

Tech could not help the large smile that spread across his face. “Then it is settled, Rainbow.”

You could not stifle the huge goofy smile that was spread across your face, beaming with happiness at Tech, whose eyes reflected your contentment. “You know, Ace, I think you might have earned the title of Captain.”

“That is not possible. Hunter is our Sergeant and first in line for that- Oh. You are referring to your speeder. You are going to let me pilot it?” Tech asked with a hopeful tweak of his goggles.

You laughed at him. “Come on, Captain Tech. Let's finish out the rest of the museum, then you can take me for ride.” The sly wink you gave him gave you exactly the fumbling reaction you desired.

Tech pushed his goggles up the bridge of his nose nervously and cleared his throat. “Yes. I shall take you for a ride in your speeder.”

After you were all done at the museum, you took note of Tech's excitement to sit on the pilot side of your speeder while you took the seat he had earlier. Before you knew it, you were speeding away from the museum, up into the sky at a breakneck, but controlled speed, but it didn't matter, you knew he was a skilled pilot, and you trusted him with your life, and your heart.

Tech looked over at you, a huge smile spread across your face as the speeder breezed through the bright, neon signs and beaming lights of the other vehicles in the skylanes and shining through the windows of the skyscrapers. All of the colors of the Coruscant evening did not compare to the lovely colors of you, his own personal Rainbow.

#TBBE24 #tech the bad batch #tech tbb #tech x reader #star wars #the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #aelfwynn on ao3 #fan fiction #reader exchange #aelfwynn / techpopstar on ao3

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dragonsandwolvesohmy · 3 months

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I had a dream and I had to share it with you all because it was... something else. (Aka the dream where Obi-Wan keeps the 212th)

So Obi-Wan (who was gender fluid or something because one minute it'd be cannon Obi and next it'd be Fem!Obi and sometimes neither, it was just a whole thing) basically laid claim on the 212th.

Order 66 never happened, Obi slaughtered Palps, blah blah blah. Here's the point: The senate refused to give the clones rights and recognized them as more than property. There was arguments about who could claim them as their property, namely the Long Necks saying since they made them, they own them, and other senators claiming that since they should have ownership of x number of troops for y reason or other bullshit.

Then Obi-Wan shows up and the convo basically goes like this: (I'll spare you all the legal jargon that comes from having studied parts of law)

'Since you refuse to give them rights, the 212th belongs to me.'

Whannnaaa whannaa- a bunch of legalese and subtle threats and insults, basically amounting to 'And how do you figure that?'

'Well, since the GAR was created for, and paid for by, the Jedi, and I found them, They belong to me. Finders Keepers, Loosers Weepers. Also, possession is 9/ 10ths of the law, they're mine, cry about it. Also, they've been - (meaning scars, tattoos, etc. changed since shipping out)

Cue legalese and bullshit that ends with Obi-Wan having legal possession of not just the 212th, but the whole Vode, including those just decanted on Kamino.

Cue the 212th wondering how the hell they're all going to fit into the temple, especially around Obi-Wan's rooms. Then Obi-Wan, in true dream logic, has a door in his room that opens to a whole ass hall that has tons of benches for them to use when putting on/taking off their armor, bunk beds, and a bunch of storage drawer-type things with little stickers and markers and whatnot for them to decorate/personalize to store their things, plus a welcome package including a special blanket, a stuffy, the decoration things, etc.

Mind you this is a temporary situation.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan is technically 'kicked out' of the Jedi Order because he technically has a bunch of people as possessions/attachments to his 212th. In reality, they've taken Obi off active missions, as settling the Vode and figuring out what to do with their literal thousands of people is a long-term mission.

Obi-Wan ends up winning a planet in Sebbac by the skin of teeth (purposefully making it seem like he just barely won) knowing full well the person he's playing often bets the planet. Because the planet is a hellscape. No one wants to inhabit it, there are no native peoples, just flora/fauna because it's 60% water and the 40% land of it has massive storm seasons that threaten to kill anyone who settles there and has ruined attempts to settle before. But Obi knows if there's anyone who can thrive on the planet, it's the stubborn Vode and their banthashit-crazy Jedis. (Because Koon ain't leaving his Wolf Pack, no sir. Those are his kiddos.)

Also, the whole Vode is absolutely in love with Obi-Wan, who's making calf eyes at Cody half the time. Cody has gotten a Very Large Stick to beat off his vode from his general after they saved them from mass decommissioning waiting for them with the long necks. 'recycling bio mass' their shebs.

(Waxer and Boil adopt an Add. Fox gets a tooka. or five. and Rex finally gets a fucking vacation. (he likes fishing. (the 'fishies' are twice his size, will swallow a vode whole, and need to be physically fought into submission)))

(Also, also, Obi-Wan installs a council of Alpha batch, and they all simp for Obi-Wan so hard. Cody has beaten them with his Stick. Multiple Times. And tried to feed 17 to the 'fishies'.)

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padawansuggest · 2 years

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Jango finds Obi-Wan on a mission and they fall in love? Yes. Delicious. Sexy in fact.

But consider: I also like AUs where Jango finds Obi-Wan and is all ‘has anyone parented this child since he was two??? No?? Free baby??’ And pulls a Jaster. Bonus points if Jaster is standing like three feet behind him like ‘Jan’ika, you are too young to adopt a twelve year old you found on a spice ship-‘ ‘he’s just a baby. I’m keeping him.’ ‘Jan’ika plz, the Jedi are on our front door, they want the baby back. They’ve threatened to never let me see the inside of their archives if I don’t give him over 😭’ and Jango just goes ‘my son. My little boy. He’s only an infant.��

Whether Obi-Wan would LIKE to be adopted by Jango depends entirely upon how funny it is in the scenario. Finds him on a spice ship when they both get sold to the same person? Obi-Wan has decided that’s his Buir. Jango finds a fully feral small child in the forest on their yearly vacation to Concord Dawn to hang out on his parents old farm with Arla since they fixed the place up? There will be a custody battle with the order and they are not giving Obi back but no one asked Obi and he only accepts his new place in life when Stockholm syndrome sets in. But also he’s not particularly eager to get back to the Order either, he’s just fully feral and wants to go back to living in the forest with the tookas and out of these constricting clothes his new Buir keeps putting him in. Rude. Trapped. Like a feral cat who is not ready to not be a feral cat yet.

All ways are beautiful, but my only requirement is Jaster standing directly behind him like ‘Jan’ika you are baby you cannot have baby too’ and crying over his new bu’ad. Arla is also there cause I’m a slut for happy families.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #jango fett #jaster mereel

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catboydogma · 8 months

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Hey bfbdnndndndndndn just found this blog of urs XD🧡

I got a Fox prompt if that’s still alright?

Fox finds a tooka and sends Hound to find its owner, while he has to deal with the chaos the tooka causes

now / here / this / remember

one hundred pieces - anima!

send prompts 옷

notes: hello lol and thank u for the prompt! i love writing fox and love opportunities to flesh out the guard (and the various ocs populating it) a little more in my head. this was very fun and refreshing to write :)

wc: 712

“Hound.”

“Yes, sir.”

“There is a creature under my desk.”

“Uh.”

“Hound?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Find an owner for this beast so it may be vacated from the premises.”

“Sir. You mean… the owner?”

“At this point, Sergeant, any owner will do.” Fox lifted the scrawny thing up by the scruff of its neck. They inspected each other: the tooka with beady black eyes, Fox with eyes half-lidded from exhaustion. Its little clawed feet paddled in the air for a moment as Fox adjusted its grip. It wasn’t parasite-ridden, from his cursory glance, and it seemed to react favorably to Fox’s proximity: this meant it was an owned beast.

“And you’re just gonna.”

Fox didn’t move his eyes from the tooka. It favored him with the closing of one eye, then the other. Hound shuffled nervously in the background.

“I will assure that it will not be causing any further trouble,” Fox said. Tookas were like wayward sergeants like that. One needed to keep a close eye on them.

“Right. Ok. Sir.” Hound saluted, then jammed his bucket on.

GAR Frequency: Advanced Sgt. How To Spell Reconnn..o Force Hound: ohhbbhh force he found bastard Hound: how was i supposed to know bastard would go hide in the commander’s office Hew: Is it warmer in the Commander’s office? Hew: Is our office not good enough for the bastard? Pent: Commander wouldn’t kill an unarmed man Boots: bastard Pent: good point boots. Commander wouldn’t kill an unarmed cat Boots: :/ Pent: good point boots. Ni partayli gar darasuum, bastard Hound: the commander uh Hound: said he’d make sure bastard didn’t do anything else Hound: and? Hound: that im supposed to find bastards owner Hew: Are you sure about that? Hound: what else am i gonna do, lt Pent: well …

Fox was only slightly beginning to regret his resolution to look after the beast. After tipping over seven cups, three datapads, and nearly Fox himself as it wound its way between his legs, the creature still seemed content to poke its blunt little face into every conceivable crevice in Fox’s office. It inspected the tiny, miserable window. It inspected all three of his filing cabinets with equal duration and gravitas. It inspected Fox on multiple occasions, butting the flat of its head up against his knuckles or shins, patting at his greaves with its scaly little feet, sitting before him and making various noises.

Finally—at last—it settled as Fox got up to stretch: right on his chair. He turned back around to find it already curled up in the presumably warm indentation he’d left, ears flicking back and forth and eyes half-lidded with what Fox assumed was smug satisfaction.

“You idiot,” Fox said, leaning a hip against his desk.

The tooka laid its head down on its paws and let its tail curl over its hind feet.

There was nothing else for it. He would have to evict the beast.

Several hours later, Hound poked his head through the doorway of Fox’s office to find Fox with half his ass perched on the very edge of his chair and the tooka a warm, sleeping lump behind him. It snored, just a little, in a whuffly little wheeze that Fox had found made it impossible for him to move the damn thing.

“Commander?”

“Sergeant.”

“Did, uh…”

“Sleeping,” Fox said, looking up from his datapad and letting it clunk against his desk. “Have you located someone to return it to?”

“Ye-es,” Hound said.

If he was going to try and pull one over on Fox, he should have left his helmet on.

“No tookas in the Guard barracks,” Fox said sharply.

“Not even Grizzer’s emotional support tooka?” Hound asked, holding his hands up to his face in a pleading gesture. “She gets lonely…”

“Grizzer has an entire squad of troopers to keep her company and her litter of colleagues.”

Hound didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to: the creature woke, shoved its bony little elbows in the small of Fox’s back as it stretched, and hopped off his chair. It slammed its forehead against his shin in what Fox had decided to be a gesture of commiseration, then ambled over to Hound.

“Out of the barracks,” Fox said again for emphasis.

Hound’s face lit up.

#a heat rash in the shape of the show me state #this has been sitting in my drafts for toooooo long time to get OUT #commander fox #sergeant hound #tookas #fanfiction #tcw #coruscant guard #corrie guard

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neyswxrld · 7 months

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Hi! I thought it would be fun to invite some peeps to share a lil about themselves if they so desire. Absolutely feel free to delete this without a second thought! ☺️ But if it pleases the jury…

What do you like to do most on tumblr — write, draw, read, etc?

Any favorite fics, with a tiny summary and why they’re so good? It’s ok if it’s your own! 😜

Three of your favorite blogs to follow and why?

Favorite SW character and why?

Ok, I suppose I’m done interrogating. 🤓 Toodle-oo!

ohhh, hello, hello! 👋🏻

hehe thanks for the questions, i'll try to keep it short! i take that back

1. at the moment i don't really do anything else than reading fics and looking at fan art here, but i'll try my best to let people know how much i enjoy their stuff, hehe! (and who knows, maybe there are some things in progress at the moment so i can share some stuff of my own too, sometimes! 👀)

2. i think there are so many great fic writers here on tumblr! the fics are so different and all sound so interesting! i have a list on which i paste all the links to fics i wanna read so i don't lose them and it gets longer every day. 😄

but i think my favorite fic at the moment is Raising Dominoes by @superlarva! it has a modern setting, rex finds out he is the father of echo and fives and suddenly he has to raise two kids. even though there are heavy topics in this fic, there are also so much sweet, precious moments and i really like how well rex is handling things, even though he's still a little bit overwhelmed by everything, i think. the fic is still progressing but it makes my day, every time a new chapter is online!

3. three blogs i like follow and why? oh my.

i think @isthereanechoinhere96 is the first one who comes in my mind. i really enjoy to read the fics and there are always some new things posted! for example the eksy on vacation thingy! there's fan art and fics and other projects that are made with so much love and i appreciate that with all of my heart!

i think another blog i really like is yours, hehe.

i think you're such a good writer and i really appreciate your fics. i'm always happy to see, that you posted something new. and you share a lot of things. i always come across something new with you and you drop in so many inboxes and share your love and kindness and i think that is so nice! (@freesia-writes)

last but not least there's @arctrooper69. that was one of my first blogs to follow and there are so many new fics all the time. whether they are self written or some kind of reblog, but i always find something new i haven't already read there! so if you want to find good fics, go there and dig through that blog, hehe! 🤭

4. i think i don't really have a favorite star wars character. there are so many different figures in so many different media, that i always find someone new. but i think i'll decide for the clones here. they all have a big place in my heart and i can't really decide which one is my favorite, because they are all so unique and special and great! i totally depends on my mood and what i need today, buuut i think at the most times i'm an echo girlie, i mean look at his eyes. he's just a grumpy tooka that has his own experiences and values and lives upon them. he's great.

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silvereddaye · 8 months

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Hi Silver! For the Ask Game:

⛰ ✍🏽🥚

Sorry about the delay. Was on vacation.

⛰ Hardest fic to write?

Hmmm. I don't think there was one that was harder to write than the others. There were scenes that were hard to write either because I wasn't sure how to write the scene or I had lost motivation. In my smut fics, the sex scenes can be hard to write. They slow me down a lot. I am very conscious of them.

✍🏽 How much do you plan your fics beforehand?

It varies. I have done an outline / written out a plan of a few fics. Others I haven't and it's just up i my head. There are some where I make it up as a I go.

🥚 Any easter eggs you put in a fic that you hoped people would notice?

Yes. Most of it is really minor things. Names of ships or planets. Maybe a name drop of some character from legends or something. One of my favorite ones is to use the name of the ISD Garrett, which is from one of the old video games, but was Vader's ship for a bit. And it is just such a black sheep name for star destroyers where the rest are Devastator, Hammer, Firestorm, and Predator. Then there is . . . the Garrett.

The Trick or Treat comic of the Tinies had some easter eggs in it. Most of which were spotted.

That is the Organas and that is little Winter as their adoptive daughter.

It might be obvious now, but at the time Galen had only been in one comic. But the top panel shows Galen dressed as Vader with PROXY standing behind him. The lower panel shows the Bridger family with Ezra dressed as Terry the Talking Tooka.

But the easter egg no one got (at least I never got a comment about it) was in the top panel- the two kids in the front but blurred are Lando and Han. Lando as a super hero and Han as Indiana Jones.

Questions here

#ask silver

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starwarstbbfan · 2 years

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THE BAD BATCH: THE RUNAWAY

Chapter 51 - Almost Kisses and a New Team Member

All too soon, the week of vacation came to a close. The night where Calli had her nightmare was never spoken of again, thank goodness, though she couldn't help but notice how Jace would ask her if she's alright at least once every hour for the rest of the vacation. And something shifted between them that night - more specifically in Calli. She still got nervous around him, yet that anxiety was coupled with something warm in her chest. The way he'd been so gentle and nice to her after the nightmare had left an impact on her and only added to the weird feelings, he made her... feel. Calli was too stubborn and just plain scared to deal with such feelings and instead kept her focus on Scruffy.

Try as she did, Calli did get super attached to the little tooka cat, so when the time came to let him go (he'd recovered well and was deemed fit enough to be released back into the wild) Calli almost asked Hunter if he'd changed his mind about letting her keep him. But she knew her brother, and what his answer would be.

The boys were totally not excited to be leaving, even if they did get up at dawn and began preparing for take-off without even having their morning caf first. Calli slept in until 09:00 regardless, and surprisingly she wasn't as eager for their departure.

In one word, Calli was bummed, which wasn't like her. She's always looked forward to being able to travel and explore new planets they were assigned to for missions, but this time around Calli wished she had a few more days of leisure time. For the first time ever, she was able to be her age and do what other normal sixteen-year olds do. Of course, Calli was not your normal sixteen-year-old and she came to accept that reality, even if she wasn't thrilled about it. But to hang out with another person her age - ok, Jace was a year or so older than her but whatever - was kind of ... nice? Perhaps because it reminded her of when she and Boba would do stuff together. And it was better once Calli got Jace to come out of his shell a little and be more expressive and such instead of the serene, basically emotionless Jedi persona he normally was supposed to have.

Calli was thinking of all this as she picked up things around the lounge while keeping an eye on Scruffy from the corner of her vision as he explored the lounge area, Calli having let him in there so he wouldn't get into things in the med bay.

So far Scruffy hadn't caused any trouble, though he did jump onto Tech's worktable a couple times. The first didn't bother Tech so much, and he calmly picked up Scruffy and set him back on the ground. Scruffy made a noise of protest yet appeared to understand that Tech did not want him on the table. A couple minutes went by, and as Tech packed his tools into a box, a screwdriver slipped from his hands and fell to the ground. The goggled clone stooped down to grab it, and when he stood straight once more, he was met with a pair of big, curious eyes.

Scruffy was on the table again. Ok, no big deal. Tech for the second time, with minimal irritation, lifted the small animal and deposited him back on the floor.

The third time Scruffy was smart enough to wait until Tech stepped out of the room before hopping back onto the table, and Calli was too busy gathering all the garbage on the floor into a container to notice, which again he took advantage of.

He sniffed at all the little parts and tools that littered the table and eventually his attention was zeroed in on the lightbulb near the edge of the table. His head tilted to the right curiously, something about the clear, round thing mesmerizing his little brain and cat logic told him to bat it. So, he did. It rolled a half inch closer to the edge, then stopped. Scruffy stared at the bulb for a second, then his little paw reached out and batted it again. He did this one, two, three more times before the lightbulb toppled over the edge and was sent falling to the floor, shattering upon impact with the durasteel.

Calli spun around quickly just as Tech hurried into the room upon hearing the shattering noise, and behind his goggles Tech glared at the cat that was oblivious to what he just did and was already batting at something else.

"Alright, this kriffing cat has to go!" Tech declared and he plucked Scruffy off the table and began making his way to the off ramp. But Calli ran over and blocked his path to the door.

"Wait! Don't just throw him out!" She exclaimed in a panic, not ready for her and Scruffy to part ways.

"Why not?" Tech questioned, not understanding Calli's protests, "We're leaving in the next hour, and Hunter specifically said that this nuisance would have to be released back into the wild before then. Now is as good a time as ever."

"A-Alright just, just let me say goodbye at least before you toss him out." Tech looked a little apprehensive but eventually handed Scruffy off to Calli and left the pair alone to go clean up the pile of broken glass.

Once in Calli's arms, Scruffy nudged his face against her cheek while beginning to purr, and the former internally groaned as this wasn't making saying goodbye any easier. A small ache was beginning to form in her chest, making Calli hug her feline friend a little tighter while making her way to the ramp.

The reasonable side of Calli had known that this time would come, and she kept telling herself over and over to not get attached to Scruffy. Yet here she was, unable and unwilling to let Scruffy out of her grasp even after they were outside and a slight distance away from the ship. Scruffy was none the wiser when Calli nuzzled her face into the soft fur on his neck while hugging him a little tighter. Some tears may or may not have formed in her eyes as well.

"I'll miss you, little guy." Calli murmured, and she was glad none of the boys were around to see her get emotional. While Calli did her best to appear tough and such, sometimes it was hard to keep up that facade and hide what she was truly feeling. Half the time she didn't even know what it was she felt, so suppressing it all was the solution. But right now, Calli was sad, and she allowed herself to fully embrace it for a moment.

After giving Scruffy a little peck between his ears, she set him on the grassy floor and made a shooing motion with her hand. When Scruffy merely looked up at her with a blank expression, Calli sighed. "Go. Go on. Get!" She tried saying while continuing her shooing, yet instead of running off, Scruffy let out a big yawn before sitting down at Calli's feet, and he looks up at her with innocent eyes, his ear doing a little twitch that made him look all the more adorable and all the harder to get rid of.

Calli sighed again, and while she didn't want to, there might be only one way to make Scruffy take off. Taking the blaster from the holster on her thigh, Calli took a couple steps back from the tooka cat and aimed it at the ground next to Scruffy. After a moment's hesitation, Calli fired the blaster and the laser bullet hit the ground inches away from the feline. He jumped but didn't scurry away like Calli hoped, and she recalled how that first night when she shot the light he barely startled at the noise. But Calli wasn't going to give up just yet. She continued to fire, and after five shots Scruffy jumped to his feet and after letting out a short hiss at Calli ran off, disappearing into the tall grass.

After slipping her blaster back into its holster, Calli stood there for a little while to process what had happened before deciding to go say goodbye to Jace and Padme. The others staying behind to prepare for take-off - though the young clone knew that their social batteries had run low, and they were ready to get back to their normal lives. She was fine going on her own though, and she picked up her pace to get to the villa quicker.

Calli found the two cousins waiting for her at the front entrance. Padme was carrying a small wooden box in her hands and Calli wanted to ask what it was, but she was brought into a hug by the woman before she could.

"I'm sad you're leaving," Padme admitted while they were still hugging, and Calli felt the woman tighten her arms for a brief moment before she was finally let go. It was strange at how friendly and attached Padme had become.

"I am too, if I'm being honest." Calli told her, surprising herself again by saying that. But it was true. Being around someone who weren't her brothers or the boy that made her feel weird feelings had been refreshing.

And Padme felt the same way. Her company usually consisted of haughty, uptight members of government, Jedi, and Anakin, and the last was rare with the duties they both had to the Republic that took up a majority of their time. Calli reminded Padme of her husband's former apprentice, Ahsoka, who'd recently left the Order after a whole ordeal that left both the young Togruta and her master shaken up. Padme shook the memory away and held the box out to Calli.

"I want to give you something, as a thank you for helping me and risking your life for me." Calli once again took notice of the box as it was held out to her, but instead of eagerly taking it into her grasp she gently pushed the item towards Padme.

"There's no need to, Senator. I was just doing my duty as a soldier." Calli felt weird saying this, but it's what Hunter always told anyone they worked - the ones that appreciated their efforts that is. She decided that it got the point across, even though she wasn't sure she considered herself a soldier. But Padme didn't accept Calli's words and said so.

"I'm not sure if I'll ever see you again, so I don't know if I'll ever get another chance to show my thanks. If I were a soldier, I'd gladly take a shot for you when the time came, but that isn't the case." Padme held the box out again with a pleading look, "Please, take this as a token of my appreciation." Before Calli could argue further, Padme opened the box so Calli could see what was inside.

It appeared to be another circlet crown like the one that she wore to the fancy dinner, only instead of being golden colored - Calli had wondered if it had been real or fake - this was a simple silver colored circlet crown, and much thinner than the other one, which Calli liked. And there was a string of veda pearls that extended from the middle of the back to the center of the curved front, and when it was put on it looked like it would lay perfectly on the parting in her hair.

"Oh... this is beautiful but - but it's too much." Calli said while shaking her head, unable to fathom owning something so pretty and delicate looking.

"I made sure it didn't look so extravagant as I know now that isn't your style. And the string of pearls has a meaning. It's called a suspensa, and is worn mainly on the headdresses of the Queen of Naboo. This is one of mine from when I was Queen. When someone has done a great act of service, it's customary that a Queen takes one of the suspensas from her headdress and gives it to whomever earned it as a show of her gratitude. That person then wears it, so everyone knows they've done something noble. And the other night you did something that deserves such a gift." After that explanation, Calli was rendered speechless, being deeply touched that Padme considered her worthy enough to be given such a gift. It made her feel proud, which isn't something she felt that often. Because of that, Calli couldn't resist the present any longer and she let Padme place it on her head as her heart swelled. She never thought she'd feel something other than irritation towards a senator, but Padme was different and Calli went as far as to consider her a friend now. She hoped to meet her again sometime in the future, though she was doubtful about that. But if there's one thing she learned over the years, is that life is unpredictable, and you never know what the future holds.

Once the headpiece was properly placed, Padme gave Calli one final hug, which the young clone reciprocated, and then said her final goodbye before heading back inside, sneakily leaving the teens alone in hopes something might happen between them. Maybe Jace will finally muster up the courage to admit his feelings to Calli. If that did happen, Padme would take partial credit for getting them together as she'd orchestrated the plan last night. What the teens didn't know - and would never find out - was that Padme had made the mission up, creating the scenario as an excuse for the pair to be around each other without The Bad Batch breathing down their necks. Padme hadn't entirely made up the mission. It was true that there was some unrest among the lower classes and a few upstanding members of the community had had their places vandalized and such. It was a fifty fifty chance an actual attack would happen, and she rolled the dice so to speak. And Padme was extremely fortunate that her secret was never exposed, and she'd take it with her to her grave.

"I had fun this week." Jace told Calli once they were alone, hoping Calli would say the same. The female clone smiled.

"I did too. And I'll have a scar to remember it by." Jace chuckled at this, yet admired how she wasn't ashamed of her scars, save for the minor resentment of the ones caused by experiments. He'd learned about them after seeing the ones on her arm when they spoke the morning after the mission, and she'd been only wearing a tank top. After some initial discomfort at him seeing them, Calli opened up and told him about what her childhood consisted of, if anything to help him understand her distrust of other people. But Jace didn't pity her for it, in fact his admiration grew for the girl, not to mention his feelings and attraction grew as well.

Yet Jace was still unsure as to how Calli felt, and that's why he held back from saying anything, even at the risk that this war would never allow them to see each other again, at least for a while.

"I uh, have something for you too. I didn't know Padme had already put together a gift for you, and she didn't tell me even after I asked to borrow some money. I guess she feels you deserve two gifts. Not that I don't think you don't, I just don't want you to feel overwhelmed or embarrassed or have your brothers give you a hard time." Jace was rambling, totally second guessing his gift and he wished he'd just kept his mouth shut so he could give it at a later time. Maybe have it sent to her if he could pinpoint their location.

Calli's smile grew as she watched the boy in front of her become flustered and she gently placed a hand on his shoulder to stop his spiraling, trying to ignore the sparks it sent down her arm (and Jace felt the sparks from where her hand laid).

"Ok, stop before you pass out, I don't think you've drawn a breath during that entire speech." This was an exaggeration of course, but Jace got the memo and did take a couple of deep, calming breaths to ground himself because while he wouldn't admit it out loud, he was feeling a little lightheaded and unsteady on his feet. He worried the gift would slip from his grasp as his hands that were hidden behind his back had begun sweating profusely. He decided it was now or never and brought his arms around to reveal what he'd been hiding the entire time.

Calli's jaw dropped in total surprise, her eyes becoming round as saucers. It was an electro staff - the very same one she'd ogled over during their little excursion to Kaadara! He actually remembered and went and bought it for her?

"Jace I..." Calli couldn't formulate the right words to express what she was feeling. She wanted to say it was too much like she'd said to Padme before, but at the same time it touched her so much that he went out of his way to buy her something, and boy what a gift it was. Calli loved her weapons and gadgets and if she could she'd have a collection that included every single device known in the galaxy. And Jace knew this.

"I knew it was something you wanted, so I went out early this morning to go get it. It's a good thing I did too, because the seller was packing everything away to set up shop on another spaceport." Calli let out a small chuckle, imagining Jace looking frazzled as he talked the seller into letting him purchase the electrostaff even though the shop was technically closed. If anything, it made her appreciate the gesture even more.

The thrill of owning a weapon she'd wanted for so long overpowered her awkwardness over receiving one - no two - extravagant gifts. Never has Calli had someone as thoughtful and sweet as the young man before her - and Padme but right now Calli's sole focus was on Jace.

Jace held the weapon closer to her and Calli took a step closer and placed her hands on either side of Jace's, yet she didn't make a move to pull away. She made the mistake of looking up and suddenly she felt like she was in a trance when her eyes locked onto Jace's, having only been this close once when they first met, and she fell on top of him. From being so close in proximity, Calli was privileged to get a closer look at his eyes that had captivated her the second they met. She could see just how beautiful they really were, and vice versa Jace liked being this close to Calli so he could admire her alluring features better.

Calli's gaze suddenly moved from Jace's eyes to his lips, and she didn't mean for that to happen, but it did and there was a shift in the atmosphere as Jace mirrored her actions and he subconsciously moved his face a fraction closer to Calli's without thinking, yet Calli didn't say nor do anything that told him to stop. To be honest, Calli wasn't sure how to react, as Jace continued bringing his face closer to hers she found herself doing the same, yet not being as confident as Jace was being - but again, she didn't stop him and part of her didn't want him to.

Calli could feel hers and Jace's hearts racing and she wondered if he was able to hear or sense hers because it was beating so loud it was all she could hear as they drew closer together, their faces now only being a hair over two inches away from each other. Jace's eyes slowly closed and after a moment of hesitation Calli followed suit, and her entire body was trembling as she anticipated what was about to happen. She felt one of his hands lift from the electrostaff to brush her cheek.

Just as their lips were about to touch in what would have been a light and delicate kiss, something, or someone came along to ruin the moment.

"Callista!" Just like that the moment was ruined and, in a panic, Calli pulled back, becoming panicked as she swiveled around to address the owner of the voice that called out to her.

"Uh, over here Tech!" Calli answered, her voice being high pitched and shaky from the almost kiss that just happened. Thank goodness the front entrance was partially hidden by a large bush, so Tech couldn't have possibly seen what had transpired - well almost that is. He must have been heading for the side door which led directly to the living room area where they normally entered through.

As she heard Tech growing closer, Calli looked back at Jace who looked just as flustered as she did, and slightly disappointed as well. Letting out a nervous chuckle, Calli moved closer to him once more, but only to gently take the electro staff out of Jace's hands.

"Uh, d-did I say thank you already?" It took Jace a moment to respond, as he was still in a daze and was trying to catch up with reality. He nodded and forced himself to smile at her and pretend that nothing had happened. He understood why Calli reacted the way she did and while it did sting a little, he didn't hold it against her.

Tech walked around the bush and found his squad mate and Jace, looking like an animal caught in the headlights. "Ah, there you are. Hunter is anxious to leave, are you ready?" Calli nodded, suddenly being uncharacteristically enthusiastic and Jace feared she'd snap her neck.

"Yep! All ready! Jace and I were just saying our goodbyes." Calli explained and Tech tilted his head, perplexed by her odd behavior. But his mind was too preoccupied for their soon departure, so he just let it slide and gestured for her to come along. Calli gave one final glance to Jace before descending the steps to join Tech's side.

Once they were back at the ship, Hunter immediately noticed the extra accessories to Calli's outfit and pointed to the thing in her hair and then the weapon.

"Where did you get that - and that!" He was more intrigued by the electro staff.

"This is from Senator Amidala," Calli answered, gesturing to the headpiece with her free hand, and she was reluctant to say anything about the staff but figured it'd be better to tell the truth then lie, "- and uh, Jace got me this."

"How come you got all the gifts?" Wrecker asked with a childish pout that made Calli chuckle.

"They're thank you gifts for helping on the mission. And don't worry Wrecker, so long as you don't break it, you're welcome to use this beautiful weapon whenever you want."

"Sweet!" Crosshair, who'd been lazily sitting at the couch, took out the tooth pick he'd been chewing on and pointed it at the electro staff while smirking.

"You'll have to shorten it a little cause right now it's almost as big as you are." Crosshair said with a light joking undertone, and he expected Calli to maybe give him a lighthearted sneer or maybe a punch to the shoulder like she always did when Crosshair joked about her height. They hadn't really spoken the last few days, but mostly because Calli spent all her time with Scruffy and Jace. He stupidly thought maybe she had let go of the argument they had which is why he made this joke.

He was taken aback by the cold glare Calli cast in his direction, no hint of humor whatsoever in the expression. Ok so she was still mad at him. Crosshair had to stop himself from scoffing in annoyance at Calli's juvenile behavior. He was no stranger to holding grudges, but over something like this was just plain ridiculous in Crosshair's opinion. He simply spoke the truth and wasn't one to sugar coat it either. Calli knew this, and yet still harbored anger towards him for it.

Fine, if she wanted to act like a baby, then he wasn't going to try and smooth things over until she grew up. He stood up from his seat, and mirrored Calli's glare and spitefully flicked his toothpick at her, leaving the room right after. Calli glowered at the back of Crosshair's head as he left and had to use all of her willpower to not run after him and punch him so hard, he saw stars.

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Once the Havoc Marauder was in hyperspace, Calli couldn't wait to start working on her electro staff. While she hated Crosshair for making a dig about her being vertically challenged, he was unfortunately right about the fact that the staff needed to be fitted to her height. Unfortunately, the staff didn't have a way of shortening the length, but that wasn't a problem when you're Calli, who is very handy with tools and such, so it wouldn't be a problem for long. And she chose to personalize it a little as well, adding some cool markings with paint and carving her name into the metal so

She tinkered away at Tech's workstation, while the others lounged around. Hunter was reading up on the new mission they'd just gotten, literally just as they left Naboo while Tech tapped away on his datapad, Crosshair chose to stay in the cockpit to keep an eye on things, mostly to avoid Calli and Wrecker was taking a nap in his room.

"Hey Tech, where's the plasma welder?" Calli asked, having searched the table and the boxes next to it and not finding it anywhere.

"It's in mine and Wrecker's room. I used it to do some repairs in there a few days ago and haven't brought it back out yet. Do you need me to go get it?" Calli shook her head.

"Nah I got it." Calli said as she got up from the bench and after stretching her muscles that were sore from being hunched over for so long, headed for Tech and Wrecker's bunk room. Wrecker looked away from the hologram when he noticed Calli leaving and asked where she was going. "To go get the plasma welder from your room...?" She answered, and Wrecker jumped up from his seat, suddenly looking very panicked.

"No that's ok! I got it!" He all but shouted before running out of the room before Calli had a chance to answer. She glanced questionably at Hunter and Tech and without having to say anything the two men got up and followed Calli who chased Wrecker down the hallway to his shared room with Tech.

Wrecker made it to the door but hesitated to go in when Calli, then his two brothers joined him, which only further made them suspicious that something was up. Hunter narrowed his eyes at his brother.

"Wrecker...." He used his Sergeant voice, and he didn't have to say anything else as his tone expressed the underlying question everyone else was thinking: What are you hiding?

"What?" Wrecker asked, feigning ignorance in a pathetic attempt to weasel his way out of the situation, yet he kept glancing over his shoulder at the door and Calli could have sworn she heard something - a noise coming from inside the room.

"Uh uh, that's not going to work. Now spill it."

"What's the big deal, Sarge?" Wrecker shot back, not ready to fess up and Calli spoke up next.

"Uh, because the last time someone hid something on this ship, we were infested with fireflies!" Tech snapped his head in her direction, and you could see the minor glare underneath his goggles.

"You're just never going to let that go, are you?" He asked, clearly annoyed that that unfortunate event had been brought up again.

"Hey, out of all the thousands of fireflies species, you got the only ones that liked to bite. With our tight body gloves and heavy armor, it was practically unbearable! Especially with those of us that have enhanced senses. And for some reason they bit me the most!

"Perhaps they were drawn to your "sweet" personality." Was Tech's snarky retort and Calli's jaw clenched at this and she was prepared to fire a sarcastic remark if not for Hunter interjecting.

"Guys!" The Sergeantexclaimed, cutting their argument short and the pair glared at each other before looking away as the Sergeant focused his attention back on Wrecker, "Now you can come out and say what it is you're hiding or-" Calli didn't have the patience wait for Hunter to finish and then waiting even longer for Wrecker to fess up. So, while Wrecker was distracted by the verbal scolding his brother was about to give him, Calli took the opportunity to slink around Wrecker's big form and successfully open the doors and barge into the room, making Hunter sigh in defeat, "- Or Calli can force her way in..." He finished, and his voice sounded equal parts annoyed and tired. But Calli paid no attention to that as she had stopped dead in her tracks when in the middle of the room sat a certain scruffy looking tooka cat which Calli had thought she'd never see again.

"What's he doing back here?" Hunter demanded upon setting eyes on the little furball he'd presumed they'd left behind on Naboo, and Scruffy hissed at him, then at Calli, obviously remembering the fact that she shot at him numerous times. When Hunter recovered from the shock, he gave Calli an accusing look, to which she gawked in return while holding up her hands.

"Don't look at me!" She exclaimed and then everyone looked at the only other culprit who remained standing at the door and was shuffling in his spot while refusing to look at any of his siblings.

"Wrecker." Hunter said again, more sternly this time and even though he wasn't yelling, Wrecker winced. "What is Scruffy doing back on the ship?"

"Look, I got a real good reason, Sarge." Hunter crossed his arms and looked at his brother expectantly, which didn't make Wrecker any less nervous. He began massaging the back of his neck, and glanced at Calli briefly before he began explaining, "Well - the other night, Cal had a real bad nightmare and - and she was real messed up after and the Commander and I didn't know what to do. But ya should have seen how Scruffy helped calm her down! It was like magic!"

"So?" Hunter asked, not quite getting what his younger brother was saying.

"So... I thought it'd be stupid to just let the little guy go. If it helps Cal, then I think he's worth keepin' around."

Instead of being touched that Wrecker went to great lengths on her behalf, Calli became self-conscious, and she looked at her brother with equal parts hurt and defeat. It was as if her worst fears were just confirmed.

"You think I'm so mentally unstable that I need an emotional support animal?" She asked in a small voice and Wrecker's jaw dropped as he began to panic, not meaning to offend her.

"N-No that's not what I meant-"

"Am I really that bad to where you can't deal with me and want to put the burden on Scruffy?!" Said feline perked up upon hearing his name, having learned it fairly quickly in the short time he'd been in Calli's care.

"I just meant that maybe he can help ya, like when you are having bad days and don't wanna talk to us. You know how I have my Lula and she helps me. I mean, you have Prescious (the tooka doll Wrecker gave her) but maybe you need Scruffy too. I mean, you've been... better - happier - since he showed up, more happy than you've been in a while." Calli's lips pursed, and she looked down at Scruffy, finding it easier to focus on him and not Wrecker as he continued reasoning with her, "So, I just thought if I he makes you happy, then he's worth keepin' around." Wrecker brightened up when he thought of something, and said while grinning, "He can be our mascot!" Seeing as Wrecker was not going to be any help in his argument, Hunter turned to his youngest brother in hopes that he would.

"Tech, can you reason with these two about why keeping an animal on this ship would be a terrible idea?" Hunter figured Tech would already have the statistics or whatever about how a pet on a ship that traversed to new planets very often would be hard on the animal itself or at least something along those lines. He'd been fairly silent up until now, yet when he started talking Hunter couldn't believe what he ended up saying.

"Technically, as far as tooka cats go, they are one of the best and most versatile pets to have. Clearly Scruffy is able to adapt to being in space and isn't suffering from motion-sickness, which tells me that perhaps he had a previous owner that dumped him on Naboo or possibly died." You could tell Tech was about to go on one of his super long tangents as he began to list off the different ways they'd have to acclimate Scruffy into their hectic lives if he stayed, "We'd have to find a way to strap him into seats, so he's not tossed around when we're flying, and get a litter box for when we're in space, and if he is to be allowed to run off on his own when we are planet side then there's vaccinations he'll need to get-"

"You're not helping at all here, Tech." Hunter complained, almost whined, feeling ganged up on by his siblings when all he wanted was a peaceful atmosphere on the ship and having a small animal getting into things and scratching things up would be the exact opposite of that. The word hellish came to mind and he also wondered how Tech was so on board with this when just a few hours ago he'd been ready to throw the little beast out over a light bulb breaking.

"I'm just saying that Wrecker may have a point. While I'm not particularly fond of the idea of having that small animal wreak havoc on my ship," Tech's nose wrinkled at the thought of Scruffy tearing up the couches and knocking stuff over, but it quickly disappeared as he looked at Calli with a softer expression, "- yet if it benefits one of our own than I give my full support."

"Hey, there's a reason our ship is called the HAVOC Marauder. Right Scar? Whaddaya say, wanna keep him? We can use of Hunter's extra bandanas to make him a collar since it's got the skull on it to show he's a part of the squad!"

"I-I don't know. I don't want to create any more trouble for anyone." Since when, Hunter wanted to ask, but he stopped himself, thankfully because now that he figuratively took a step back, he could see that Calli was in a vulnerable spot right now, he saw it in her eyes. The fear, the anxiety that always appeared when they spoke about her nightmares or occasional emotional instability they sometimes caused. He didn't exactly know what the nightmares were about, as none of them really spoke about those things. Nightmares just sort of came with the territory of being a soldier and they weren't the type to sit down and share what said nightmares were about because deep down they all had a pretty good idea of what it was about since they experienced a lot of the same trauma in battles and such.

Hunter internally sighed. He was now between a rock and a hard place. If he allowed Scruffy to stay, it'd probably be a living hell. That cat would get into everything, and what's worse is that it'd probably want to sleep on his bed. But he couldn't argue with the fact Wrecker pointed out: Calli had appeared to be happier while Scruffy was around. He didn't quite understand it, maybe it was having something to take care of or the fact that Scruffy was very affectionate and Calli enjoyed all the love and attention.

Hunter sighed again, and this time it wasn't in his head, and it caught the attention of everyone else in the room. Calli mistook it as his way of saying that there was no way Scruffy would be allowed to stay and despite being disappointed, was quick to assure him that they'd turn the ship around so they could bring the cat back to his home world.

"I didn't say we had to take him back." Hunter said without thinking it through and everyone was surprised, including himself. But it was his job as Sergeant to look after the well being of his team, which sometimes meant doing things that he didn't necessarily like.

"Are you saying Scruffy can stay?" Calli asked, and despite trying to keep her voice neutral there was a bit of hope that she couldn't stop from slipping into her tone, which Hunter of course noticed and any resolve he might have had left to stand his ground about getting rid of the little monster crumbled away. How could he say no when the little bundle of fur brought Calli so much joy?

He'd blame her recent injury and his guilt over not being there for allowing himself to give in... again.

"If you promise to take good care of him but also not let it get in the way of missions... then I guess he can stay." The way Calli's face lit up was enough to suppress any apprehension for the time being.

"Seriously?"

"So long as he stays out of my things - specifically my bed."

"You got it Sarge." Calli promised, and she couldn't stop herself from grinning as she looked down at the newest member of their little family. He must have forgiven her for shooting at him earlier, as he trotted over - well as best as one could with only three legs- and rubbed his head against her leg.

For a moment Hunter wondered if Scruffy knew that Calli needed him. No, that's insane, he's just a cat. Shaking his head, Hunter left to go take a well deserved nap before he changed his mind, leaving Wrecker and Calli to dote on their quote unqoute new mascot.

Whatever, but there's no way they were going to paint tooka cats on their armor...

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I'm so so so so sorry it took me this long to finish this chapter. My mental health has been kinda bad lately and it made writing super hard to do.

This ending is not the way I originally planned it, but I was so done with this chapter and just did a rush ending to get it over with. I'll rewrite it one day though, when I have the motivation to!

Thankfully, the next few chapters are already written (For those of you who are new to my story, I'd written ahead but decided to go back and add in this whole Scruffy the cat thing cause I'd forgotten I'd originally wanted to do it in the Naboo Arc and it kept bugging me that I hadn't done it).

My goal is to finish this book before the new season of the Bad Batch comes out. I've got so much planned for Season 1😏😏😏😏.

I want your predictions. What do you think will happen in my story post Order 66? I'll be following the season 1 story line but adding my own stuff in it as well and I hope it'll be good! 😏😏😏

Anyways, thanks you guys for sticking around despite my updates becoming less frequent. And every time I get a new reader I still get all giddy🤗

~B.C.

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aeligsido · 2 years

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have (grand)children, they said

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody & Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker & Letti Kryze-Kenobi & Obi-Wan Kenobi, background CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze, background Padme Amidala/Anakin Skywalker Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Letti Kryze-Kenobi (OC) Additional Tags: Codywan Kiss Bingo 2022, prompt: Gross Kiss, Domestic Fluff, Grandparents & Grandchildren, Grandparents & Grandchildren Relationship, Kid Leia Organa, Kid Luke Skywalker, Implied Rex & Anakin & Padmé in a Queer Platonic Relationship, Luke & Leia & Letti are suffering bc they're grandparents are in love, so gross am i right, toddler Letti Kryze-Kenobi, dramatic Leia Organa, dramatic Luke Skywalker, Good Grandparent CC-2224 | Cody, Good Grandparent Obi-Wan Kenobi, Alternate Universe - Order 66 Didn't Happen, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, except for Palps that's it, he gets to die, bc no one like him anyway, Fluff, domestic life, no beta we die like i wish Palps was dead Series: Part 2 of CodyWan Kiss Bingo Challenge 2022 Summary:

"It could be worse. Luke is a sweet boy and generally calm enough, even if he tends to act innocent rather than being innocent. Leia is a menace on her good days but always tries to be the serious one when her cousin is around, for the sake of being a good example. Letti is adorable but discovered recently how to use the Force, and that one brings enough problems as it is. Cody’s pretty sure the twins weren’t that bad at this age.

“Everything’s alright,” confirms Cody after a glance at his smiling granddaughter in his arms."

OR: Just a soft moment between two Grandpas and their grandchildren.

For @codywankissbingo and the prompt “Gross Kiss”!

Cody watches as the toddler dutifully tries to open the door — to not avail, obviously, since she’s way too small to reach the handle. Letti lets out an annoyed huff and falls back on her rear, her plush tooka forgotten beside her. She scrunches up her face — it’s the cue for Cody to intervene before she tries to use the Force to open the door and accidentally break a window again. In two steps he’s behind her and taking Letti into his arms, placing her on his hips with ease. She swaps at his face — Cody’s not sure if it’s on purpose or accidental — but gets immediately distracted in her protests when Cody hands her her toy.

Cody can’t help but smile. He bounces her a little, making a slow way back to the couch.

“And what do you say?” he asks, bouncing her again and making her giggles.

“Vor’e, ba’buir.” She sends him a toothy grin. Cody kisses her cheek, which makes her giggle some more.

“Is everything going okay here?” says a new voice, and Cody smiles at the sight of his husband.

Obi-Wan looks wonderful, as usual. It’s only brightened by the fond look he directs at them, and Luke gripping at his hand. Leia is following slowly behind them, closing the door of the office behind her, her attention toward the datapad she’s holding.

Korkie is still on Mandalore playing mediator between his mother and his aunt. They would have stayed, but Satine had insisted for them to go on their scheduled vacations without her. Cody only gives Korkie another day before he gets annoyed at the supposed adults in charge and leaves to rejoin them. He definitely needs to relax, at least. Wooley is out catching up with the members of the 212nd and 501st living nearby, as usual. Rex, Anakin, and Padmé are out in a date — or, as they say, a “half-romantic date, half-platonic date!” which doesn’t make any sense but apparently work for them, and aren’t supposed to come back before late in the evening. Ahsoka hasn’t joined them yet, and Daithe is busy preparing for her Knight trials, even if they won’t happen before another year.

Which left Cody and Obi-Wan in charge of their grandchildren.

Minus Tup — who is with Fives and Echo right now, and Cody doesn’t want to know what they’re doing, thank you very much — and Dogma — who’s busy wreaking havoc in the Senate and will come with Ahsoka when her mission ends.

It only leaves the eleven years-old twins and the three years-old toddler with them.

It could be worse. Luke is a sweet boy and generally calm enough, even if he tends to act innocent rather than being innocent. Leia is a menace on her good days but always tries to be the serious one when her cousin is around, for the sake of being a good example. Letti is adorable but discovered recently how to use the Force, and that one brings enough problems as it is. Cody’s pretty sure the twins weren’t that bad at this age.

“Everything’s alright,” confirms Cody after a glance at his smiling granddaughter in his arms.

[Read the rest on AO3]

#writing #my writing #fic #my fic #star wars #codywan #commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #leia organa #luke skywalker #cobitine #letti kryze-kenobi #anyway i wrote that in like less than one hour so #yeah #ofuhvdou #i'm going to sleep now

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subtlehysteria · 2 years

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Thanks for tagging me @iamscoby !

Favourite colour: right now it's between sage green and warm butter yellow

Currently reading: I just finished reading Kiss & Tell by Adib Khorram and adored it!

Last song: Neon Rose by Jesse Woods. I'm little obsessed with him right now, I just love how he tells stories through his songs

Last series: the new Baymax series on Disney+. It's adorable, go watch it!

Last movie: Whisper of the Heart. I am a huge Studio Ghibli fan so it's not all that surprising lol

Sweet/savory/spicy: always always gonna go with sweet first. I'm terrible at handling spice.

Currently working on:

The Weight of Words - A DinLuke AU where Luke was captured on Bespin and is later rescued by Din when he storms Gideon's ship in search of Grogu

A Kiss to Build A Dream On - another royal AU, this time Luke is a prince, Din is his assigned bodyguard and that would totally be okay if they hadn't met the night before Din was hired and perhaps fallen into major feelings upon sight

Tooka!Luke AU - five times Luke was embarrassed Din made his tooka ears appear and the one time he wasn't

Love Actually AU - Luke is a love-scorned writer who just discovered that his long-time boyfriend who he'd been planning to propose to has been cheating on him with one of his closest friends. Needing to get away, he flies off to his family's lakeside villa in Varykino, determined to finish writing his latest book while recovering from a broken heart. That is until he meets Din, the temporary hired caretaker of the villa who doesn't speak a lick of Basic.

Chile Tourist AU - a kind of "My Life in Ruins" AU. Din drives the bus for his and Cobb's tour across Chile. Luke is part of their latest rumbunctious group of tourists, in need of a vacation following the flight accident that cost him his hand and job in one go. Everyone ships them almost instantly and eventually, Luke and Din realise that perhaps there is something special between them just waiting to blossom

Alrighty, I'm gonna tag @anupalya @nahberrie ^^

#tag game #answered asks #my writing #about me

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lilisbigworld · 2 years

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After a full day of partying and celebrating his birthday with Aayla, Quin, Ben, and one other of their friends, Anakin shuffles back into his space, pulling out the letter he’s had tucked in his pocket the entire time.

Finally, he gets to read it. Finally, he gets to see another piece of you. He carefully opens the envelope and grins at the snippet, immediately pulling it on over his head. He’ll wear that one forever.

And the dried flower… oh, it’s beautiful. He finds a spot for it on his shelf next to all his droid parts- it’ll stay there especially when he can find something to encase it with and put it on display.

He gets to work writing his response letter despite how late it is. And though he falls asleep writing, he continues first thing in the morning before sending it.

My love,

I’m glad you enjoyed the items I sent. I wish I could have been right by your side for that celebration; I miss those kinds of things. We have our own days dedicated to celebrations here but it’s nothing like the Tatooine traditions.

The flower and the snippet are beautiful. I put the snippet on the second I touched it and will never be taking it off. Feeling some part of you against my chest is a welcome weight I look forward to never missing.

You have a stray tooka pet- that’s awesome. I’m jealous. Here, I really only tend to hang out with Ben’s pet veractyl. Her name is Boga. Maybe her and Tooka would be good friends. I want a dog soon, I think. Or perhaps a dragon. A dragon would be cool.

My birthday was filled with celebration amongst me and my closest friends. I only have about two or three, but I trust them with my life. They spoiled me with presents. Aayla got me a pretty outfit to wear on nights out. Quinlan (I just call him Quin most times) gifted me some rare, loose droid parts to use for my next build. And Ben got me an entirely new droid, all put together and ready to use. It’s a BD droid, I’ve decided to name him Buddy. I think when I move you to Coruscant I will have Buddy stay at your apartment more often than with me, so he can help out and be a friend to you.

I do get to fly a lot. In fact I take piloting lessons and they say I’ve got to be one of the best they’ve seen and ever taught. I don’t like to brag much, but I will brag about that. When you’re here we’ll go flying whenever you like. I’ll take you to see whatever you want and maybe we can even take little vacations- as long as the war doesn’t get too bad.

I miss you now even more so than ever- which I thought impossible. But here we are. There’s a sort of ache in my chest and even into my bones sometimes at the thought of you being so far away. But soon. Soon that will change, and I will have you less than fifteen minutes away. I just need a little more time.

I love you. I hope the suns are blessing you today and all days. Give the tooka a hug for me next time you see it.

Ani

I don’t manage to find the time or the funds to send him a letter back until three months later, when I have my birthday off to write and a few extra credits from my master as a gift.

Ani,

I am so sorry for the late response, I have been unable to send something, but it’s not for a lack of wanting to. I’m writing this on my birthday! I am eighteen today, so that’s nice. My depur made a joke about selling me since I’m legal, tasteless bastard. But he won’t for now, he still thinks I don’t have my cycles. Malnourishment, I’m sure he presumes. I am glad to hide it because one of his mean friends has made inquiries over my womb for his family. His wife is barren. I’d like to say I feel for them, but I truly don’t.

Today I got the day off, so I cleaned around my home a lot. Your mother came to see me, the sweetheart. She apologized for being unable to free me, but I assured her I was well and that I don’t blame anyone but the depur for my situation. It could be a worse existence.

Anyway, she asked me about you, and I was happy to tell her you’re doing so well. She brought a small muffin from her home, and it was very sweet. I wish I could visit them, but they are not in the city so I’m afraid the bomb would go off. And, well, I’d rather not explode. (ha)

I am so glad you get to fly! And your birthday sounded so nice- I’m relieved you have a family. I think it’s sweet you still love your droids. And, speaking of droids, I want you to know that we love him but holy gods C-3PO is the most annoying droid in the entire galaxy, I’m sure of it. He’s sweet and a help to your mother but he never stops talking! That is one thing I do not miss about living with your mother. I miss everything else, though.

I am sorry to hear that the war does not slow for you, do you believe you will be fighting soon or is it all still petty retaliations? I hope you do not fight. I would worry too much, I think, even if I know you can handle yourself.

A dog sounds like a wonderful idea! And I can’t believe you live with a veractyl, they’re such pretty creatures. I like to stare at them in the markets when I shop for depur. Sad news, my tooka did not return one night and has not for two months. I fear the tuskens or the storms got him. I hope he was happy.

The storms here are relentless, I think the Gods are angry. It’s been two weeks without a break, it’s hard to get to and from work! Three buildings have collapsed from erosion in the city, but the slave quarters hold up well. I have to imagine it’s because our people know the sands better than the awful people that settle here to be slavers and for money. This, at least, makes me prideful.

You should brag about yourself, since you’re so impressive. I’d like to hear everything in person, one day. I want you to know, Ani, that if you are unable to ever come to visit, that I would not blame you. I understand being a Jedi is your life now and I am just thankful to be able to write to you. In the book about the Jedi you sent me, it says to let go of attachments to make decisions with a clear mind, I’d hate to be the reason your mind is sandy. However, and I guess this makes me selfish, I’d hate to lose you, too. You and Kit are my only friends. This is all to say that, should the day ever come, I would be alright here.

May your Force be with you, I hope it brings you comfort as the suns continue to lighten my days.

I miss you,

Lili

P.S. If this has reminded you of my birthday, please don’t send anything. You sent enough for the whole year and I wouldn’t want to be seen as greedy or needy.

I include a small drawing of the city and the suns in the envelope this time, sending it so that it arrives within the week since it took three months to send at all.

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frostbitebakery · 1 year

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Cody still found it a little hard to believe he lived through the war. That Chancellor Palpatine had an unfortunate accident involving one of Fox’s tookas that resulted with him plummeting to his death — they still hadn’t found his body in the lower levels of Coruscant — or that Riyo Chuchi was now Chancellor of the Republic — or that he and Obi-Wan got an all expense paid for vacation to a mountain cabin for the season.

Fox has said it was a gift from Riyo. Cody believed his brother was trying to set him up. “I still don’t see why you’re complaining about this,” Rex said, his pale blue image flickering. “Weren’t you always complaining about how you had a thing for Kenobi?”

“Yes, but—”

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Your catching feelings art inspired me. 😊🥰🥺

AHHH it’s beautiful and exactly what they need!

There was only one cabin.

#frost replies #help it’s adorable and I’m so AHHH I got to inspire you 🥹

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chimeowrical · 3 years

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Gravy!!

#my art #gravy #tau squad variety hour #tooka #loth cat #she is relaxing.....#on a little tooka vacation....#travelled all the way to a sunny spot for a nap

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constant-mason24 · 2 years

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Tooka Heist

Tech x reader

Towards the end of a silly little game with Wrecker and Omega, you go to Tech for help. It only takes a little suggestive bribery to get him to agree.

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"Why are you hiding behind me?" Tech asked, receiving only a loud shushing sound in reply. You ducked behind him, sitting in the cockpit on the Marauder. It wasn't until his eyes landed upon the black and red tooka doll in your hands that he realized what was going on.

"No, no! Absolutely not. I will not take any part in this game of yours-" You shushed him again.

"If you let me hide here I'll give you a kiss."

"In order to get involved in this plan of yours i'm going to need more than that."

"Fine. I'll gladly give you more than that." You smiled coyly, holding the doll up and swaying it as if it were dancing. "I just need to hide this from Wrecker and Omega for five more minutes."

With a heavy sigh (and a heavy blush as well), Tech nudged you with his foot, signaling for you to move further under the cover he was begrudgingly providing. Just as you were about to thank him, you heard the telltale sounds of your brawny friend approaching.

"Hey, ahh, Tech! You seen (Y/n) around anywhere?" Wrecker poked his head into the cockpit, looking around for you. You held a hand over your mouth and moved further back, trying to stay out of sight.

"No, Wrecker, I have not." The bespectacled clone lied through his teeth. "But when you find her, if you could please remind her that I-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll send her to talk to you. I gotta go look for her." Wrecker wandered off quickly, in search of his companion who had taken his Lula.

Once the coast was clear, Tech shook his head. "I don't understand these games you play."

"It's easy. We set a timer for thirty minutes. Hunter or Echo hide Lula and we have to find her. Whoever has her in their possession when the timer runs out wins! And i'm hiding from them because stealing is allow-"

"Yes, I know the rules of your game. I just don't understand why you play it."

You shrugged. "It's good for the kid. She deserves to enjoy her childhood, at least some of the time."

Before either of you could say anything further, Omega, Hunter, and Wrecker enter the cockpit, and the timer set on all of your comms (except Tech's) started to beep.

"So this is where you were hiding?" Omega grinned at you as you crawled out from under the ship controls.

"Arggh, no fair!" Wrecker pouted. "Tech told me he hadn't seen you!"

"I was bribed into taking sides." Tech explained, turning towards everybody else in the room.

"That's cheating!" The larger man huffed as you gave the tooka doll back to him.

"Technically it's not cheating, because Tech didn't really help her." Omega pointed out. "He just didn't help you either."

"That counts as helping me in my book." you grinned. "What's my prize for winning today?"

"You get to go with me to grab more rations when we land." Hunter chimed in, moving to sit next to Tech.

"I won the game and now I have to work MORE?" You threw your head back dramatically. "This game sucks!"

Hunter chuckled, and Omega came up and grabbed your hand. "Don't worry, I'll come with and help you."

"Thanks, 'Mega." You affectionately ran your other hand over her hair, smiling down at the girl. Wrecker vacated the room to put Lula away, followed by Hunter, who muttered something about Echo being noisy on the other side of the ship.

"I do hope you intend to follow through on your bribe?" Tech raised an eyebrow pointedly at you. You grinned almost evilly at him.

"Well you did essentially have a helping hand in giving me more work to do." You teased. "I don't know if you deserve any reward."

"All I did was what you asked of me. I had nothing to do with the results that came of your commands."

"What reward?" Omega spoke up, both of you nearly forgetting she was there. "What did you bribe him with?"

"Don't worry about it, Omega." Tech blushed, turning back to the ship as you tried to hold back a fit of giggles. Omega quirked an eyebrow of her own up at you both, before being called away by Hunter. You and Tech shared a look, and you stopped holding back your laughter.

"So.." You cooed, moving to sit on Tech's lap. "About that reward…"

#tech x reader #bad batch x reader #star wars x reader #sorry i cant write anything dirty #im trying to get more flirty but ahhhh feelings #can you tell im kinda ace?? lmao #i love tech tho #i like the nerdy guys

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willowcrowned · 3 years

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Title Game: Tooka Play At That Game (ok, that one I'm a little proud of, actually....)

[give me a title, I’ll describe the fic I’d write to match it]

the terrible pun is much appreciated, thanks dark <3

Luke adopts a tooka and brings it home without asking Din or Boba, both of whom live there, whether they're okay with it. Din is initially grumpy but then really warms up to it quickly (read: "I've had this cat for a day and a half but if anything happened to him I'd kill everyone in this room and then myself), like the dad who didn't want the dog and swore he wouldn't help with it but now is its sole caretaker, and besides, it's not worth arguing over.

Boba however—Boba is petty. Oh, so he couldn't get a ten foot python without asking, but Luke can bring home a cat? Game on.

The next day, he brings home a stray space dog.

Din sighs, because he knows where this is going. Luke pastes on a cheery smile, because he also knows where this is going and like hell is he letting Boba win.

By the end of the month, there isn't room to walk without running into a terrarium or litterbox. Neither Luke nor Boba will concede defeat. Din moves out until they fix it, and he takes the first tooka (named marshmallow) with him.

Boba and Luke are left desperately trying to get everyone they know to adopt their pets so that Din will come back home. Din is enjoying his vacation, sitting quietly in a hotel room with Marshmallow on his lap.

#just for you this one is bobadinluke <3 #not going to write it tho rip #this is... probably au? still in the gffa but luke isn't the last magic space wizard and neither din nor boba are the ruler of a planet #bobadinluke #title game #darkisrising #star wars

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norcumii · 3 years

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Yesss you're also playing! I gotta go with accidentally married and body swap. Godspeed.

I’ll admit, you stumped me for a bit with this one. Then the ship happened, this is like, two steps to the side of what you asked for, and it got wacky from there, but hey, it was fun! Hopefully you enjoy too!

For this trope mashup meme. Pairing is Cody/Quinlan, because I aim to please. ^_^

Commander Cody was almost THE worst possible choice for partner on this clusterfuck of a mission. Worst would have to be Yoda – there was no possible way he could go undercover, except maybe as a Jawa and that was just asking for at least seven different kinds of trouble. Then Aayla, not because she’d be bad at it, but because Quinlan was a protective bastard and historically their undercover missions hadn’t gone well. Obi-Wan would be third worst, because he was needed to fight the damn war, and that overcompensating jerk was responsible for at least one entire front.

Also, he’d be an insufferable asshole the entire time.

The problem with Commander Cody was that he was probably at least as responsible for another front, if not all the logistics for Obi-Wan’s bullshit while Kenobi was off fucking around the galaxy after his padawan and a half.

There were theories – rumors, really – that clones imprinted on their Jedi. Rumors that Quinlan totally believed, because there was no possible way, Force or no Force, that you could cram that much bastard into two men like Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody by chance. That much snark and assholery could only be malice aforethought.

Very good reasons that neither man had been included in the plan. And it had gone so well at first! Disguises, check. Pretend to murder Master Tholme (sneaky bastard had been giggling for days over the opportunity to go deep undercover on his own missions) and shoot Master Drallig (poor bastard needed a vacation that badly) – check! Get captured alive by the Coruscant Guard and tossed in prison – done with minimal bungling.

Making friends with Cad Bane and Moralo Eval didn’t go quite as smoothly, but Quinlan was good at his job, so when they busted out of jail Quinlan was ostensibly part of the crew.

That was when things went to shit. Between the jail and the get-away vehicle, they’d run across a patrol of clones in off-duty grays. There’d been a heartbreaking moment for them all to stare at each other in astonishment, just long enough for Quinlan to recognize the scar. Bad enough there was going to be yet another squad of dead soldiers, which he was very much not a fan of, but now the body count was going to include...someone he was very much a fan of being not-dead.

Then Commander fucking Cody had drawn a blaster and stunned the rest of his squad, planting hands on hips and scolding Quinlan about how he was at least fifteen minutes early and what kind of a breakout was this?

Vos still wasn’t sure how that ended up with Cody traipsing along, with Bane and Eval being thoroughly convinced that he was some random rogue clone who’d been having some kind of torrid affair with Quinlan. Cody almost had Vos convinced that he’d been ready to bust Quinlan out, and that had nothing to do with how Cody’s method of swaying Eval involved sticking a blaster up the bastard’s nose.

It absolutely wasn’t hot. Not at all.

He’d been dumb enough to relax a little when they took a pit stop to gear up. Some two-bit wannabe sniper had dared to get up into the Commander’s face – the clone was the one walking away with some new gear, a mock swagger, and a joke that he might as well take the idiot’s identity, if he was gonna be that lax about shit.

Still absolutely not hot.

On the upside, the new gear meant Cody got away when they landed on Serenno – at least, Quinlan thought he got away. He’d been busy at the time with the obvious downside: Dooku recognized Quinlan.

Con: Vos got captured and dragged off to a carbonite unit to sit and stew until Dooku’s...thing, whatever it was, was over.

Pro: he saw the freezer before getting tossed into it.

Who the fuck knows: there were at least two stray tookas in the area, and one of the little fuckers tried to trip Vos and all four of his guards on the way in.

Con: he still ended up on ice.

It wasn’t like he had a plan, but desperation could pass as genius if you squinted at it hard enough. And using the Force to toss a part of himself into the tooka that’d tripped him was definitely worth squinting at.

Better than studying his normal self, frozen in a block of tibanna. That was beyond creepy.

Not that he’d ever admit it to anyone, but Quinlan was genuinely worried, and the whole mission had gone so damn pear shaped he had no idea if anything was recoverable – including them.

Well, no better time to shit stir. Quinlan scuttled off to go looking for trouble.

The great thing about paranoid, power-mad bookish types was that they took notes. The smart ones prepared blackmail. Vos had a lot of things to say about Dooku, but dumb wasn’t one of them.

On the truly awesome side: he could sense Sithy wards in a lot of places, but tookas didn’t set them off because cats would get into whatever they damned well pleased – meaning Dooku had totally on accident handed Quinlan the metaphorical keys to the castle. If he’d still had opposable thumbs, this would have been perfect!

Well. Aside from the whole Chancellor-being-a-Sith-Lord-and-behind-the-entire-fucking-war thing.

Force, it was hard to stay positive for long nowadays.

Vos gave a quick, full body shake – wow, fluff was not a thing he expected to have happen – and got back to work. When he was done, he sauntered into the hallways with a whole collection of datacards tucked into a half-assed collar that had used to be a fancy curtain restraint. He was more concerned with keeping everything secure than it looking reasonable – after all, what cat would try putting on some kind of collar? Anyone looking at him funny would blame some kid or something.

If anyone asked, Quinlan had already prepared explanations of how he tracked down Commander Cody’s Force presence. He absolutely did not track his scent. That would be weird.

(To be fair, Quinlan did start by tracking him in the Force. It just hadn’t lasted the entire time.)

He found the commander lurking back near the area with the cryo setup, tucked behind some crates with several bodies nearby. Most were dead, though one or two were stunned, gagged, and trussed up with more binders than might be necessary.

Not hot. Really.

Quinlan considered his options, then planted his fuzzy rump almost next to Cody, craning as if to look over the crate as well. “Mrp?” It wasn’t quite the ‘whatcha doing?’ that he would’ve liked to go for, but close enough.

It earned him a classic side-eye. When it was clear Cody was going to try the ‘ignore the annoyance’ routine, Quinlan reared up to plant his paws against the crate and look over it.

Ah. They were watching the carbonite slabs that were stacked off to the side. Presumably, Vos’ own body was there. He hissed without meaning to, not happy about the reminder.

“Not now, cat,” Cody whispered right back, waving a hand to try to shoo him away. Quinlan shot him a look. Local animal flees from packing crates, investigation at eleven. Any idiot who saw that would at least consider that something had startled the animal in the first place.

Ok, fine: cat. Anything could set off a cat. His point still stood!

From the angle of his helmet, Cody was glaring back at him, then there was a small huff before the Commander went back to studying the area. Oh, Quinlan was not about to play this game.

He considered for half a second doing some typically catty gesture of disdain, but he was not about to be licking anything, even to make a point. Instead, he minced in a near circle, sitting directly in front of the Commander. He meowed, because throat clearing didn’t seem to be a thing cats could do.

That got him a quick glance, then there was a full-body pause as in the Force, Cody almost jangled with sudden suspicion. Quinlan hoped he was showing the cat-equivalent of a huge-ass smirk as Cody sloooowly looked over at him.

“General?” he asked, sounding annoyed and the kind of exhausted usually reserved for annoying toddlers.

Vos didn’t even try to stop a satisfied swish of his tail before flicking an ear and nodding.

Cody put his head in his hands. “...I’m not even gonna ask.”

Quinlan gave him another moment, then popped back to his feet and headed around the crate. After a beat, there was a long-suffering sigh behind him. “Yeah, okay. Let’s get your body back, and if you ever tell Kenobi I said that, no one will ever find your body.”

Quinlan let a little roll into his step, giving an insolent flip of the tail. Sounded like after they figured out this mess, he owed the Commander a nice dinner somewhere.

He didn’t need the incentive, but it sure helped.

~end

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