#republic commando fan fiction

[clone-anon-after-dark]

Watch (Darman Skirata x F!Reader)

Word Count: 880

Warnings: some Dom!Darman, masturbation while he watches, some attention to the boobs, doggie style, unprotected PiV sex, mirror sex, praise, naked reader and mostly clothed (partially armored) Darman, post-sex cuddles, nsfw, younglings be gone

A/N: established relationship. @trixie2023 requested something “hot and slutty” so this is my attempt at that

He met you at the hotel, running toward you, pulling off his helmet, and lips crashing into yours. You could barely hold back a moan after so long apart. You sensed it in him too. He grinned at you as he pulled you into his arms. By the time you’d gotten your key and headed to the room, you only had one thing on your mind.  He put his pack down next to your bag.  You laid back on the bed and looked up at him. Something had changed. A confidence. While the man you’d fallen in love with was often hesitant, never wanting to push, he knew what he wanted tonight. He put his helmet down, leaned over you, held your chin, and kissed your lips softly.

“Okay if I take charge for a while,” he asked.

“More than okay,” you answered. This was new, but you liked knowing you were the only one who saw this side of him.

“Strip, cyar’ika. I want to see you.” A spark of heat flooded your senses as you complied. You didn’t waste your time. As you slipped out of your panties, he reached forward to hold one of your breasts and rub his thumb over the nipple.

“Start touching yourself,” he said. “I want to see you make yourself good and wet for me.”

“I’m already wet,” you replied as he licked your other nipple. He gazed down your body and left a little kiss next to your ear.

“You can do better than that,” he whispered before moving to stand over you. “Spread your legs and let me see.”

You tried to steady your breath, but it was a challenge. You liked that he wanted to watch. Wanted to see you and your entire body. You laid there on full display, reaching down to gather what wet was already there and spreading it along your folds and encircling your clit. You played with the bundle of nerves and looked up at him.  He kept most of his armor only, only removing enough to free his cock.  You pleasured yourself as you watched it spring from its confines. You looked up into his eyes. His smile filled with both love and lust. 

“That’s it,” he hummed. “Get that cunt nice and ready for me.”

You felt yourself getting closer and closer.  “Darman, I…”

He simply nodded and smiled. He stepped forward and lazily rubbed his length on your tits. He enjoyed the soft sensation.  You came, moaning out as waves of pleasure hit you. 

As you came down from that high, you noticed his leaking cock and all you wanted was for that to be inside you, stretching you, filling you.

“I want you,” you said, still catching your breath.

“Show me how you want me to have you,” he said, kissing you. “How do you want me to take you, pretty girl?”

You looked around the room and kneeled on an armchair, facing the back of the chair and giving him complete access. There was a mirror along the wall, perfect for both of you to watch.  You watched him position himself behind you, still mostly clothed. He held your hips steady and entered you fully.  He groaned at the sensation of your wet heat taking him.  You watched him in the mirror, but he was content to look down, watching his cock slide in and out of you.  He caught a glimpse of you watching him in the mirror. He picked up the pace and reached forward to fondle your tits. 

“So good for me,” he said. You could only softly moan in reply.  You both got lost in the sensation of each other as you closed your eyes.  All you could feel was him.  You arched your back further, allowing him to go deeper.  You opened your eyes and looked at him in the mirror. He looked back at you with a smile and gentle squeeze of each nipple.

“Need more,” he asked.  You nodded and whimpered.  He slowed down a bit and kissed you between your shoulder blades before removing one of his gloves with his teeth. He wrapped his arm around your waist, both holding you closer to him and allowing his fingers to play with your clit. He leaned forward and kissed your shoulder while taking you.  It didn’t take long before you came hard. You weren’t sure what noises you were making. It was all a blur. Darman continued to work your body, eeking out every ounce of pleasure he could. You were still panting when he groaned and grunted, twitching inside you and painting your walls.

Your legs were shaking.  Darman picked you up and laid you in bed. He lazily took off the rest of his armor and body glove, looking down at you adoringly the entire time.

“Oh, now you’re naked,” you said playfully as he joined you in bed.

He shrugged. “Thought I might see what it’s like to keep something on. As long as you didn’t mind.”

“I didn’t,” you replied softly. “I just wanted to be with you.”

“You have me,” he answered. “You always have.”

He pulled you closer into his arms and kissed your forehead.  You closed your eyes and let your body melt against his. 

Tagging: @staycalmandhugaclone @dukeoftheblackstar

#darman skirata x reader #darman skirata x f!reader #darman skirata x afab reader #darman skirata #republic commando fan fiction #clone commando darman skirata #star wars #tcw fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #clone thirsting #darman anon

[techs-goggles9902]

Female Reader x Fi

Summary: Fi's on leave again and you finally get to wake up next to him.

No warnings, fluff.

Word count: 293

a/n: This was a request from my friend, @hellhound5925, who wanted some fluffy Fi. He’s one of my favorite commandos ❤️ I hope this was good! Sorry it's so short but I like things short and sweet :)

“Nnghh… cyare, don’t leave me,” Fi grumbles, snaking his arm around your waist. He’s on leave, one of the few times a year you get to see this magnificent man of yours. 

“I’m not. Just shifting since you made my arm fall asleep. You’re heavy, hon,” you reply with a little smirk. He picks his head up from his pillow slightly and he opens his eyes to look upon your own. 

“I’m just so muscular,” he says with a little grin. The narrow strip of sunlight peeking through your curtains hits his hazel irises just right, illuminating his tired face. 

The face that stuck out amidst an identical army of millions. You count the freckles dotting his broad nose, getting up to fourteen when he wraps both arms around your waist and rolls over, taking you with him. 

You release a little squeal as you’ve now switched from your side of the bed and now onto his. The sheets are warm from his body heat. You embrace this feeling since you won’t be able to experience it for a while, not until he comes back. If he comes back. 

But he will. He’s your Fi. He always comes back. 

“Mmm… You’re pretty, cyar’ika,” he says with his signature, goofy grin. 

“I know,” you remark, batting your eyes at him. Fi chuckles and buries his face in the warmth of your neck. 

“I missed you. So… So much. It’s not fair that Dar’s girl is a kriffing jetti. He sees her more than I see you…” He mumbles, his hot breath tickling your throat. 

“I know, Fi… But you’re mine. For good,” you coo in his ear, stroking back his short curls. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Good… I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Glossary:

Cyare - beloved [sha-rey] Cyar'ika - darling, sweetheart [sha-rika] Jetti - Jedi [jay-tee]

Taglist: @fionajames @sevdidntdie @dangraccoon @will-is-silly @skellymom (Let me know if you want to be taken off!) Dividers by @saradika

#sha speaks #star wars #clone troopers #republic commando #republic commando fi #fi skirata #rc 8015 #republic commando fan fiction #fi x you #fluffy

[arcsimper5]

Actions and Consequences - Chapter 1 Resolute

Delta Squad are forced to seek help from within the fleet for their injured Jedi, Jerra. Mixing with the GAR general is... an issue.

Pairing: OC!Jedi Jerra x Delta Squad Warnings: Descriptions of injuries, some blood, language. Rating: M (Explicit content in later chapters, minors DNI)

Kix huffed as the hangar medical alert rang out into the med bay, the low buzz of it echoing through his skull.

It had been a long day already, the Resolute in orbit above Pravada 9, a large group assault on droid production bases having been ordered by the GAR while data was gathered by a specialist assault team.

Looking at the chrono, he frowned in confusion; the last of the teams from the 501st and 212th had returned hours ago, with no reports of lost ships or units. Everyone deployed from the ship had been accounted for.

So why, then, was the medical alert sounding if all troops had returned?

Grumbling in annoyance at the inevitable extension of his shift, he grabbed his medkit and made the short journey to the hangar, looking around for his new patients.

There were a few groups of troopers milling around, but none that seemed to need attention. One lot of four were playing sabacc on some nearby crates while another small gathering of softshells were working on a gunship which had taken quite a bit of damage in the incursion.

None of them seemed to need his attention, his annoyance growing further.

“Anyone call for a medic?” he asked loudly, several heads snapping in his direction.

A murmuring response of ‘no’ and ‘not me’ came from the troopers, Kix letting out a growl of annoyance.

“Then who the kark is wasting my time by calling me down here?” he snapped, some of the sabacc troopers exchanging concerned looks.

He was about to head back to medbay and file a false alarm report when a gravelly voice called across the hangar, a large, imposing clone in distinctive armour appearing from the end of a gunship, a large sniper rifle in his hands.

“I am,” the trooper called, the entire hangar silent now, watching the interaction.

Kix raised an eyebrow, looking the trooper up and down. He could tell by his bucket, which was still firmly in place, that he was a Commando. His bulk on its own was intimidating, but the paint job on his armour completed the picture, the white plastoid flashed with red on his legs, arms and midsection, what appeared to be a bloody handprint covering the area around his visor, giving the impression of it being fresh and dripping.

“You’re not 501st or 212nd,” Kix huffed, the sniper letting out an amused huff.

“What gave it away? You a medic or not?”

Kix stared at the Commando for a moment, caught between actions.

“You’re not on my treatment compliment,” he stated firmly, the sniper staring back. Even under his visor, Kix could practically feel the coldness of the look.

“But you are a medic,” he growled in return, “and we need you.”

“For what?” Kix questioned automatically, the larger clone almost certainly rolling his eyes.

“A fifth for sabacc. What do you think, di’kut?”

Kix was about to offer a sharp retort when another Commando appeared behind the sniper, his posture communicating his impatience.

“Sev! What the kriff is taking so long?”

It only took the other man a moment to register Kix’s presence, his size matching this so-called ‘Sev’, though his bucket was off, exposing a frustrated expression.

Even though he looked like a clone and his hair was slightly longer than regulation, the Commando armour he wore, mostly green with a white flashed chestpiece, he gave off the air of someone much more superior.

“You, medic! We’ve been waiting on you! Get your shebs back to the ship!”

Kix frowned, his frustration growing.

“I don’t know who you think you are,” he huffed, “but I’m assigned to the 501st. You can’t just turn up on a republic fleet ship, call a medic and demand medical attention without registering first.”

“Oh, look, the little shiny doctor doesn’t know who we are,” Sev chuckled lowly, the other Commando rolling his eyes and glaring at him.

“Can it, Sev. This is about Jerra, not you.”

“Look,” Kix sighed, shaking his head, “let me call the on-call medic. I’m sure they can…”

“No time!” the unidentified Commando cut him off, shaking his head, “Our Jedi is injured. Now are you gonna do your job or not?”

As Sev chuckled, Kix felt the urge to decline simply on principle, but hearing there was an injured Jedi piqued his interest, not to mention his innate need to help was kicking in. Whether it was in his genes or in his heart, he couldn’t fight it, relenting with a long suffering sigh as he trudged towards the commandos.

“Ugh, fine! Just… register after, okay? I need to record all treatment.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” the Commando nodded, waving behind him in a gesture for Kix to follow.

“What Battalion are you even from?” Kix asked as they weaved through the gunships, most in various states of battle damaged, towards the rear of the hangar.

“Battalion?” Sev rumbled, his tone amused, “That’s cute.”

“We’re Delta Squad,” the other clone responded tightly. “I’m Fixer, this is Sev. Boss and Scorch are still on the shuttle with Jerra, our Commander.”

“Delta Squad?” 

Kix froze in place for a second, Sev almost walking into him, barely dodging his stock still form. 

“The Delta Squad? The ones who ran the demo job on Geonosis during the first battle of the Clone Wars?”

“History lesson later,” Fixer urged him, reaching back and grabbing his arm, the medic stumbling a little as he was pulled along, “first, medic stuff.”

“But… You guys are… You’re a myth! You’re not… You’re not supposed to exist!”

“And yet, here we are,” Sev chuckled, a hiss sounding as he reached up with one hand, unclipping his bucket and pulling it off.

Kix took in his features, surprised. Again, although he looked the same as the rest of his brothers, Sev had a certain… severity to him, as obvious as it would seem.

Two large scars ran across his face, one down from the top of his hairline to just below his cheekbone over his right eye, the other across the same eye, from the bridge of his nose to the curve of his face. It looked oddly like a crosshair.

His hair was thick, tight curls cut short, shoots of grey showing through. Light amber eyes stared back at Kix, a wicked smirk tilting at chapped lips.

“Got an issue?” he grinned, Kix immediately shaking his head.

“N-No… Kriff… Rex is not gonna believe this…”

Turning to Sev, he hesitated for a moment. “Is it true the four of you took back an entire republic cruiser from trandoshan pirates on your own?” 

Sev smirked, raising an eyebrow at the medic. 

“Is that what they tell you?” he teased, the low tone of his voice sending an uncomfortable shiver down Kix's spine. 

“Like I said,” the other commando huffed from in front of them, “history lesson later. And to be fair, it was mostly Boss.” 

Within moments, they were free of the field of battleworn gunships, the path to a beat up looking attack shuttle appearing. Another Commando was waiting outside, this one with a white chest piece, grey and gold covering his arms and legs.

“Took ya long enough!” he yelled as they approached, his voice somehow softer than the average clone’s, “What were ya doing? Teaching him how to practice medicine?”

“Can it, Scorch,” Fixer snapped, releasing Kix’s arm as they approached the ramp, Scorch’s face scrunched in an unimpressed expression.

His hair was much longer than the others, thick curls pulled back into a loose braid at the back, a few ringlets falling around his face. He leant against the ship with his arms folded over his chest, eyes scanning Kix suspiciously.

“How’s she doing?” Sev quizzed Scorch, the expression on the slightly smaller clone’s face faltering a little.

“In pain,” he replied quickly, looking pointedly to Kix, “Boss is with her. He’s been pushing bacta, but you know how she is with supplies.”

“You,” Sev grunted at Kix before nodding to the door, sharp eyes locked on him, “inside.”

“Going, going!” Kix assured him, drawing in an attempt at a steadying breath as he pushed through the doorway of the ship, the insides dimly lit.

It was a modest set up in the shuttle, a bunk room off to one side, labelled as such on the door. A small refresher was marked at the back, top and rear gunner mount positions visible from the main gangway.

Looking down towards the rear, Kix soon found his target, watching curiously as he crept closer.

The Jedi, Jerra, was sat on one of the navigation seats, her left hand supporting a limp right arm, face twisted with pain as she let out a hiss.

She was human, at least she appeared to be, warm skin over tight features. Her eyes seemed to dance with a green light in the darkness, focused on the Commando in front of her, the clone kneeling as he looked over her knees, one of which was exposed and covered with a bacta patch.

Her long dark hair was pulled back into multiple braids that trailed down her back, pulled together with a gold band. The clone in front of her was helmetless, hair short and mussed, curls spilling onto his skin haphazardly as he rested on one knee, hands gentle as he rubbed bacta in a nasty looking cut on her leg.

Visibly, it seemed to be her only other urgent injury, save the small cuts that littered her face. They looked like shrapnel wounds, ones that Kix was, unfortunately, all too familiar with.

“Not long now, mesh’la,” he grumbled lowly, his accent thick and low, a warmth to it that made Kix raise an eyebrow, “we’ll get some meds into you.”

“I can wait,” Jerra replied with a forced smile, adoration clear on her face as she looked the commando over, letting out a huff of laughter, “you shouldn’t be wasting bacta on me, Boss, I told you…”

“Hush,” Boss ordered, his voice stern, though his smile betrayed his tone, “bacta can be replaced. You can’t.”

A moment stretched between them, intimate and deep, simply sharing a connection, and for a second, Kix felt like he was intruding on something private.

“Uh… Sorry to interrupt,” he managed, his voice cracking a little as Jerra’s intense gaze turned to meet him, Boss’s smile fading entirely as he stood back up to full height, “I’m Kix, the medic from the 501st.”

“About time you got here,” Boss grunted, stepping back to allow Kix access to Jerra, “does ‘rapid medical response’ mean something different in the fleet?”

“Boss,” Jerra chastised the Commando gently, Kix trying his best to keep his expression set as he approached, the large clone’s white and red armour adding to his intimidating presence, “leave him be. It’s not like we were announced.”

“Still,” Boss huffed, his eyes softening a little as Kix placed his back at Jerra’s feet, offering a weak smile.

“Sorry about them,” Jerra grinned softly, “they can be a little demanding. I hope they weren’t rude to you.”

“No more than any of my other vode,” Kix smiled back, earning a huff from Boss. “Now… the others mentioned you being in pain?”

His eyes travelled over her, noting the bacta patch on her leg and the way she still held her arm.

“Do you mind telling me what happened?”

“Big ass explosion!” a shout came from the doorway, Scorch leaning around it, watching intently, “Got caught in the shockwave. Uh… sorry, again, about that.”

“Out!” Boss yelled, stamping towards the ramp, his face set. Jerra simply rolled her eyes and let out a breath of laughter, focusing back on Kix.

“We were infiltrating one of the maintenance facilities while the battle distracted the main forces,” she explained as Kix reached up, flattening his palm for her to lower her arm onto it, “our objective was to take it out and get intel on the newer battle droids they’re pushing out. Things got a bit heated, more security than intel thought there’d be, and I got pushed off a walkway by one of the breach blasts. Boss caught me before I fell all the way down, but it jarred my arm some.”

Kix hummed as he listened, eyes now intently fixed on her arm as he rolled the fabric covering it up as gently as he could. Her robes were a dark brown, the tunic underneath faded greens and greys, all tattered and smelling distinctly of explosive residue.

“Lucky escape,” Kix smiled, Jerra wincing as he tried to straighten her arm, hissing in pain. In his peripheral, he saw Boss turn sharply at the noise, trying his best to focus. 

The skin around the joint was purple and black, bruised badly. The swelling was quite severe, but there seemed to be no obvious deformation.

“I can’t tell from just looking, but there’s some bruising and irritation around the joint. Did you hear a pop or crack when you were caught?”

Jerra hesitated for a moment, looking towards Boss, her expression caught.

“I need you to be honest,” Kix explained softly, “or we might miss something that could cause complications in the future. We can heal whatever it is, I promise.”

With a long exhale, Jerra closed her eyes and nodded, something close to shame echoing across her features.

“It dislocated when Boss caught me,” she murmured, gaze averted to her feet, “and I popped it back in. Hurt like a jawa-kriffer, but it let me keep going.”

“Mesh’la…”

Boss’s call cut through the silence, the pain in his tone apparent.

“You should have told me… I’m…”

“Don’t,” Jerra frowned back at him, watching cautiously as he approached, “you did what you had to. I’m alive, we’re all here, that’s what matters. I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d worry.”

“Damn right I’d worry,” Boss glared back at her, “It’s my job to look out for you all!”

“And you did!”

“But you got hurt…”

“Instead of falling to my death!”

Boss considered her words for a moment, hovering over her as Kix looked between them, the tension growing.

“Well, uh, there might be some small fractures in the elbow joint,” he explained quickly, hoping to diffuse the situation, “but I’d need to do a scan to be sure. It might also be good to look at the rest of your joints too, mainly your shoulder. A force like that can dislodge things or pull other muscles. It’s nothing that a bacta wrap won’t fix overnight, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

“No,” Boss growled, Kix’s gaze darting to Jerra as she rolled her eyes, letting out a huff, “we have orders to be back en-route by oh-four-hundred. We’re only here for medical attention, resupply and refuel.”

“And you’re getting medical attention,” Kix replied sternly, releasing Jerra’s arm back to her as gently as he could, gathering his pack and standing, “and I’m telling you she needs more treatment.”

“We’re not leaving without her.”

“Then you’re not leaving at all,” Kix frowned, gesturing at Jerra. “If you want to deny her treatment and possibly aggravate what is currently a minor injury, be my guest. But if it is broken, bone fragments could shift and damage both muscle and tissue, not to mention the pain will only build. She needs rest and recuperation, and as a medic, I am able to pull individuals from active service for that.”

“Need a hand, Boss?”

Sev’s deep voice echoed through the ship, two other faces also peering in, their expressions stern.

It was clear that they were willing to step in if there was an argument, Jerra huffing in frustration as Kix stood his ground, shouldering his bag.

The Commando and the Medic stared each other down for a long moment, Boss’s eyes searching Kix’s face.

After what felt like an eternity, Boss let out a frustrated huff and stepped back, allowing Kix to pass.

“One rotation. No longer,” he growled, looking back to Jerra, “and one of us is always with her.”

“Boss,” she protested, quickly cutting off her own reply as he glared back at her.

“That’s an order.”

“I outrank you,” she shot back, hissing again as she stood up, following Kix as he made his way through the ship, though she made no further argument.

Boss looked her up and down, putting out a hand against the durasteel wall on the other side of the galley, blocking her path while the medic disembarked, his intense gaze finding hers once more.

“Boss,” she breathed again, swallowing hard when his free hand moved to her face, tracing his knuckles down the side of her face, “I’ll be fine.”

“You should have told me,” he grumbled after a moment, the guilt in his eyes making her chest constrict. “I hurt you.”

“You saved my life,” she reminded him, stepping into his space, tucking her head under his chin.

Taking another deep breath, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tenderly, taking the upmost care not to put pressure on her arm. “Better broken than a pile of goop on the floor of a maintenance facility.”

Boss let out a soft chuckle, his expression softening once more. Pulling away slightly, he looked down at Jerra, a sigh escaping his lips.

“I’ll make it up to you, cabur,” he promised, voice little more than a whisper, “we all will.”

“I’m holding you to that,” she teased gently, shivering at the sensation of his breath ghosting over her cheeks, “it’s been too long, Boss.”

“I know, cyare,” he smiled, leaning down to brush his lips over hers, drawing a whimper from deep in her throat, “but what was it you taught us about patience?”

“Gar chayaikir,” she moaned softly, growling as he pulled away, “you’re going to pay for this.”

“Hey, riddurok’la, your medic is getting twitchy!” Scorch shouted from the doorway, leaning in with a sly grin on his face, looking over the scene with amusement. “Gar me'dinuir, vod?”

“Mir’sheb,” Boss growled in response, moving towards the door, Jerra following with a blush on her cheeks. “Come on then, my lady,” he teased bowing as he reached the door, “your medic awaits.”

*-*-* Translations: Di’kut - idiot Shebs - Ass/Butt Mesh’la - Beautiful Cabur - Protector/Guardian Cyare - Beloved/One who is beloved Gar chayaikir - You tease Gar me'dinuir, vod? - You share, brother? Riddurok’la - Married Couple (rough translation) Mir’sheb - Smartass

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[kats-chaotic-wonderland]

If Tumblr had a hold of the clone wars writing desk the GAR would be a complete nonfunctional gay mess. It's beautiful. I'm here for it.

Let the boys be hopelessly in love with their bimbo Jedi commanders. Let the C-guard have tristes with senators. Let a very angry medical officer put a hit out on the chancellor. It's beautiful.

#clone wars oc #clone wars #clone troopers #clone commando oc #republic commando #star wars fan fiction #star wars oc #star wars #Tumblr has a better vision for star wars than Disney ever could #let clones be gay #clone rights #obi wan is a bimbo and you can't change my mind

[curlygirlybitchachos]

Clone Reader

*Y/n, sitting on the counter top, eating leftovers*

*Kal just entering the kitchen*

Kal: what the fuck? Son.. What.. . What are you doing here?

Y/n: you said if I need a place to crash I can come here.

Kal: I meant if you in trouble son.

Y/n: and what if I say I stole some really important informations, get caught, faked my dead, killed some separatists on the way and got some internal bleeding from the fight?

Kal:...

Y/n:...

Kal: eat that god damn pizza then go to Gilamar you trash rat. *inhales slowly* Fierce.. . I'm to old for this.

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I'm so sorry for the lack of content here, I'm full of things to do, but the time I need is somewhere buried with the 332 company (too soon?). Anyways, I try to beat my finals, write my thesis and do not die. And of course I'm working on my embroidery and watching Grey's Anatomy plus trying to watch Loki season 2 finally but my heart is not ready yet. And I started to sewing too and I just overdid and overwhelmed myself I guess? I couldn't even finished the last Republic Commando book and already want to go to the other ones.

So... With all of everything I try to be a little more active (I'm not promising anything) and I hope can finally do some embroidery update too and post more and finally finish my new fan fiction.

But now please enjoy our beloved Clone Reader, who just got adopted and will make Mereel his bitch in time.

Love you guys! I will always come back, you can't rid of me!

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[ranahan]

I just read the Republic Commando: Hard Contact and Republic Commando: Triple Zero novels by Karen Traviss. Republic Commando is Legends now, but here are a few points that struck me about arguments I’ve seen go back and forth here on tumblr. Spoilers for the books!

Several mentions of entire batches of brothers “disappearing” for minor variances & clones being more afraid of the kaminoans than their training sergeants. Kal Skirata drunkenly breaking into tears over the poor boys. Very clear that in Traviss’s books, clones were being decommissioned.

Several mentions of clones dying in live fire exercises on Kamino before being deployed & the training sergeants standing by and doing nothing.

There’s a blurb of a retired commando, chronological age 23, biological age 60. Again, in Traviss’s books, the artificial ageing doesn’t stop when the clones reach adulthood. The main characters are also described as visibly ageing between the two books.

Pretty chilling description of the kind of brainwashing that you believe because you don’t have any reason not to when your entire life so far has lined up with it. I would completely believe these boys could execute Order 66 without the chips & all I could do would be to empathise with them.

Troopers telling their concerned jedi to not worry their pretty little head about what happens to dead troopers. Later a reinforcing mention of no bodybags needed in the GAR.

Vau nearly killing a trooper in training & making the troopers beat each other into a pulp in training.

So again, Republic Commando are Legends now but if anyone wonders where the fandom got the idea that these things happen, here’s your answer. They aren’t fandom inventions.

Other notes and personal opinions:

I mostly enjoyed Hard Contact. There were some bits near the end that fell a little flat, but overall an enjoyable military action/military science fiction novel.

Triple Zero on the other hand, not so much. The pregnancy storyline was just icky. Both in how Etain herself makes it her entire raison d’être, how she makes it the reason for why Darman now has a future, and the lack of consent on Darman’s part. She intentionally gets pregnant without ever discussing anything with him (they’ve been together for two whole weeks at this point), whether he wants kids at all, wants them with her, wants them in the middle of a war, or sees having children in the same light as she does. She’s had the most superficial of introductions to Mandalorian culture and has no idea whether or to what degree the clones or Darman as an individual share those notions—given that they probably have an understandably complicated relationship with Mandalorian culture and especially the notions of children, parents, and legacy. For all we know at this point in the series she could have completely misconstrued the whole thing. But there she goes, and decides that this is how she will fix everything and give Darman a future: a genetic legacy to outlive him.

The force-accelerated pregnancy reads like a bad fan fiction and the whole “go undercover to hide the pregnancy” reads like a Victorian novel.

Etain feels like an odd choice for a point of view character in a military science fiction story. She’s aggressively the-girl-next-door, pointedly unremarkable and ordinary. I guess the point is that readers could have a regular person’s point of view, with which to contrast the commando mindset, and to whom things can be naturally explained without infodumping. But it goes overboard and makes her seem incompetent and immature, so you start wondering what the hell is she even doing in the story or on a battlefield or what does anyone see in her.

There are sexist attitudes straight from the planet Earth. It’s in men and females, how Etain and other female characters are seen through their sex first and other characteristics second, and how they are always “other” in comparison to men. But it’s not just the women, it’s young men—the clones—too where I get this vibe. It’s very bioessentialist. There seems to be this underlying thread of pairing up and reproducing being the most valuable thing a person can do with their life. Which again, seems like an odd choice for a thematic storyline in a military science fiction novel. Like, this is not what it said on the tin.

Some of the tactical/counterterrorism side in Triple Zero feels inauthentic to me as well. There’s too much being bad boys for shock value and too little professional soldiering for my tastes anyway. But I don’t kick in doors professionally so what do I know.

No sense of numbers for galactic economy. Exhibit A: Qiilura.

Lastly, fandom: can we get more Corr? This is an EOD trooper who gets both of his hands blown off early in the war, gets stuck in a logistics centre duty while waiting for better prosthetics, still determined to get back into action to fight alongside his brothers, gets accidentally adopted by some commandos, and makes a career change from disabling fiddly explosives to kicking in doors. A round of appreciation for Corr!

#republic commando spoilers #the clones #clone troopers #star wars clone troopers #republic commando #the grand army of the republic #grand army of the republic #karen traviss #repcomm #repcomm spoilers #spoilers #republic commando novels #republic commando: hard contact #republic commando: triple zero #star wars meta #sexism in media

[donniesexceptionalmind]

hey hey may you please infodump about your favorite book(s) please ? I want to hear a detailed poetic explaintion about eeevery single thing you like because you're cool and i like reading what you write

I am BEYOND amazed by this ask, I - I can't comprehend. Is this real?

My favourite books - that's a though ask because I have many books I thoroughly enjoy, many tied to my special interests.

Oh gosh, I am sorry in advance, this will be long...

I have not talked about it much on here, but besides Jupiter Jim I am a huge fan of Star Wars & I'm owning over 160 books + the begin of a comic collection. Autistic much, mhmmmmm?

My favourite Star Wars book series is the Republic Commando Series by Karen Traviss. It's a masterpiece.

The way she gives the clone soldiers individual lives & personalities is amazing & it truly mirrors the conflicts that arise with the use of clones for an army. I am also fascinated by Mandalorian Culture, which the clones are raised in by their DNA giver Jango Fett & a few mandalorian warriors he chose for that task.

Karen Traviss created Mando'a, the language of this culture (which I have NOT learned, no, never /s).

I also want to add that the clones are NOT stormtroopers!

I'd also recommend reading the High Republic Series, which is BEYOND amazing & has become my favourite Star Wars Era next to the Prequel Era.

Even if you are not a fan of Star Wars, the High Republic is worth a read as a standalone series. You don't need to know anything about Star Wars to understand it.

Star Wars has a very big library of books & comics - every era has great stories. Here are some of my favourites beyond the ones I already mentioned:

Darth Plagueis (Prequel era to beginning of the Empire)

Alphabet Squadron Trilogy (New Empire era)

Death Star (Original Trilogy)

Brotherhood & also Master & Apprentice (Prequel Trilogy)

The Padmé Trilogy (Prequel Trilogy)

The Lando Calrissian Trilogy (takes place years before the Original Trilogy)

Everything by Timothy Zahn (he's famous for creating Thrawn)

You see how I am unable to choose???

Apart from my quite big Star Wars literature obsession I love reading other science fiction works & also thriller/ horror stories.

Ethan Cross with his absolutely amazing serial killer Francis Ackermann Junior is my favourite thriller author, but I do enjoy Stephen King as well

Of course, Jules Verne & his works are worth mentioning too, his work is impressive considering what he had come up with back in his time!

A Walk Between Stars by Tyler. R. Parsons is a great novel, truly recommend it - a human is stuck in outer space & gets rescued by strange aliens

As a huge Five Nights at Freddy's fan, I (of course) own the novels as well & THEY ARE SO WORTH IT

Occasionally I like fantasy as well.

The Dune Universe by Frank Herbert is what I've started reading & I do like the idea, but I don't enjoy the main character - so I've stopped after the first book. I do want to try to read the whole series someday!

Walter Moers is my favourite fantasy author, his work is absolutely stunning & I treasure every single one. My favourite work would be the 13 1/2 Lives of Captain Bluebear, which was the first novel I've read by him

Lord of the Rings & the Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien. No words needed!

The Never Ending Story by Michael Ende (trust me, it's exceptional)

Momo by Michael Ende (teaches you a lot about compassion)

I like reading the nerdy books about astrophysics & quantum physics, but I haven't included them since - it would've been boring to read for you. My newest interest is neuroscience & I want to obtain the scientific books about that field as well!

There you have it, a general overview about my favourite books! (Finally over)

I was seriously touched by this ask.

Even if you just asked to comfort me, it still means so much to me.

People actually care for me.

Thank you.

#donnie speaks #donnie answers #donnies exceptional mind #turtle net #rottmnt #donnies support squad #donnies special interests #donatello infodumps #donatello tmnt #rise donnie roleplay #books #favourite book #rise autistic donnie #rottmnt autistic donnie #autistic donatello #autistic donnie

[aggravateddurian]

10 Fandoms/10 Characters/10 Tags

Tagged by @thegreatdivide

Firstly, I am a massive science fiction fan, and I am not that much into fantasy. Just want everyone to know that going in.

In no particular order:

CMDR Susan Ivanova (Babylon 5)

FLTLT Jeff 'Joker' Moreau (Mass Effect)

RC-1262 'Scorch' (Star Wars: Republic Commando)

MCPO Miles Edward O'Brien (Star Trek: The Next Generation and Deep Space Nine)

CPL Dwayne Hicks (Aliens)

Song So Mi 'Songbird' (Cyberpunk 2077)

Victoria Vale (Halo) - don't judge me, I actually liked Vale and her attempt to understand the Sangheili (I may have a thing for intelligence analysts)

LT Simon 'Ghost' Riley (COD Modern Warfare - the Reboot)

Glory (Shadowrun: Dragonfall)

Sam Coe (Starfield)

Tagging without any pressure:

@genocidalfetus @medtech-mara @theviridianbunny @peaches-n-screem @jaymber

#tag game

[cienie-isengardu]

Woah. I know you did not post a comic in a fandom tag framing an issue that's suffered by actual real people in a fictional world with little to no basis in the canon just to angst about how much you hate a fictional character. Does someone really need to point out to you how that's poor taste? and making a mockery of the suffering of actual people? Karen Traviss wrote the fist gay couple in Star Wars who were Mandalorians. They don't care about sexualities. Get a clue.

Hello Anon,

I did not create and post the comics with ill intention to mock real people or their struggles, just used this certain scenario to show how narrow-minded Kal’s views may be hurting other vulnerable people under his care. If this comic offended anyone, then I sincerely apologized. 

However I do not agree that being critical (or even satirical) toward fictional character means I must hate them the same as I do not agree my latest arts are baseless commentary of Skirata’s behavior as the book series made a lot points about his, at best, casual misogyny and how he framed normality for himself and clones (or in general, men) as to have a wife and kids that, for from my perspective and experience, seems to be the ground for Fi’s depression in True Colors, going so far as expressing the willingness to be in potentially abusive relationship just to have any girlfriend (double highlighted by the fact that non-Skirata trained clones like Deltas, Maze, Corr or even Atin did not have much second thought about the need of romantic and sexual relationship with women to feel “normal”).

I’m really glad you mentioned the gay Mandalorians* brought by the same author because their existence is what makes Republic Commando’s narrowed narrative stands even more. The two book series were written almost at the same time - RepCom from 2004 to 2009, LotF from 2006 to 2008 and since characters like Jusik, Jaing & Venku/Kad could migrate to the “bigger galactic” picture of LotF while sadly, the gender and sexual neutrality of LotF!Mandalorians did not bring anything to RepCom, then coming to the conclusion that Skirata - and presented by him ideals or in general, book narrative - does not represent the typical mandalorian social norms is not that far-stretched concept (and again, comics and previous arts of mine has never made fun of mandalorian culture as a whole, only Skirata’s narrow mindset and was never “Kal would hate his sons for not being straight" but rather "Kal is not really prepared to confront the possibility that clones may not want this kind of life").

To not keep the text too long, I again sincerely apologize to those who may feel offended by my art but I can’t apologize for my interpretation of Kal Skirata’s characterization as it is coming straight from the books. I do acknowledge though that everyone is free to interpret the source material according to personal experiences and understanding of the presented situations the characters were put.

 (*and anyone old enough to be already in star wars fandom during Legacy of the Force book series release may remember how a certain group of fans lashed out because of openly homosexual Mandalorians but like always, fandom can easily become a toxic place , so nothing new here, sadly). 

#my replies

[kungfuslipper]

Coming to Shore by Variative.

Read this a while ago now, and it stuck with me. Not in a memory kind of way, but in an ‘I’m going to bother you while you’re trying to nap’ kind of way. An ‘I’m going to sit by your elbow while you write your own stories’ kind of way. A ‘maybe I changed something fundamental about how you see things’ kind of way. This story isn’t moving because it’s good writing. Of course it’s that. It’s because it leaves you different than you were before.

#also I love Sev #sooo #fic rec #republic commando fan fiction #Sev/Atin/laseema #repcomm #hurts so good #favorite writing #smut

[techs-goggles9902]

Two Souls Entwined

Part 2 Captain Rex x oc

A/N: Im back! Told you I would be posting this week. Open to criticism!! This isn’t my best work, so FEEL. FREE. TO. CRITICIZE!!!

Word count: 1133 (I know, I went overboard)

Niva watched as her buir fought for his life; kicking, biting, punching, anything to defeat the enemy Mando. Both Mandos fought without their helmets, since they were kicked away by their opponent.

The pair tousle around the mud, in between the bodies of the fallen. Niva’s friends, comrades, and her family. All gone within a matter of minutes, all 50 have died to the hands of this white and red armored Mando and his lackeys.

I can’t watch him die… Niva gasps and remembers her buir gave her a small modified handheld Verpine Shatter Rifle for her birthday last year. Her newest birthday present, the little silver necklace, slaps against her collarbones as she scrambles to find her duffel bag.

Her birthday was last week, but was she really going to tell him that? She rummages through it, tossing her clothes aside, and finds the blaster tucked between her book and her helmet, wrapped in a shirt.

Her armor was too big for her, and they haven’t gotten a chance to reforge it, so the armor is neatly stacked in her duffel bag. Niva checks the charge on the blaster.

Thank the Maker, it’s full.

Sliping the barrel of the blaster ever so slightly through the tent flaps, Niva closes an eye to aim better. Through the scope, alining her crosshair to hit the Mando, she tries not to hit her buir, but it’s so hard to find an opening when they’re both thrashing around in the mud.

Three… two… dead.

She pulls the trigger, the blast is nearly silent as the blaster bolt leaves the barrel and into the Mando’s neck.

That’s the good thing about Niva’s clan of Mandalorians. They don’t miss. The Mando falls to the ground with a muffled thud, the sludge making a squelching sound as he lands face first in it.

Niva gasps, holstering the Verpine and dashing out of the tent, her curls flying in the wind behind her. Her boots are covered in mud as she runs down the hill, sliding the last few yards on her knees towards her buir.

The adrenaline ebbs away, the urge to fight is slowly drowned out by the pain of his injuries. He’s beaten to a pulp and can barely lift his head. Blood runs down his nose and into his mouth, there's an arch on the bridge of his nose that shouldn’t be there.

“Ad’ika…” his words are slurred as he tries to bring his bloodied hand to Niva’s cheek.

“Buir…” Niva takes his hand and gently holds it in her lap. Bodies are everywhere, not just her allies but her enemies, the red and white armored Mandos. She doesn’t have to check his pulse, scan him, or even look at his injuries. He’s dying.

“Nami… She called for… The distress beacon…” He rasps, coughing up blood onto his chest plate. Nami was one of Buir’s closest friends; Niva searches the land for her and finds Nami’s corpse lying face down in a small pond, the water now stained a muddy crimson.

Niva’s lip quivers and she bites her cheeks to keep from crying. She’s aware of the extent of her father’s wounds and she knows that when his deadly grip on her slowly ceases, her buir is dead. Her shoulders shake as she drops her father’s hand gently. Sobs rack through her small form.

He’s gone. He’s dead…

Like many children who went into battle with their buirs, Niva always prepared for the worst. But no matter how many times she rehearsed this moment in her head, nothing could prepare her for it to really happen. Cabur Veen, one of the most well known war heroes of Mandalore’s recent history, is dead.

But he was more than a hero. He was a father of three, a husband, a friend, and a son.

Ni su’cuyi, gar kyr’adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. Not gone, merely marching far away… Right, Buir? You always told me so…

A small rustle from behind her causes Niva to turn around. Letting out a small gasp, her fingers tighten around the Verpine but it’s too late. The red and white armored Mando, who should be dead, is pointing his blaster at Niva.

No… No, he shouldn’t be-

Bang.

Thin tendrils of smoke travel from the barrel of the blaster and up towards the sky.

The blaster bolt hits Niva right in between her collarbones, knocking the air out of her lungs. As her body falls limp onto the mud, the Mando’s does as well, and he’s actually dead this time.

Her vision blurs as her chest heaves for air, tendrils of smoke curl upwards out of her chest. A burning pain sears into the delicate skin and fragile bones, the smell of charred flesh and carbon find their way into her nostrils.

I’m dying… Aren’t I, Buir? She coughs, crimson droplets of blood flying past her lips. One more deep, shaky breath, and Niva’s vision fades completely.

Kal Skirata never expected to be sent to this camp. The Chaabar aren’t a clan to mess with, so there wasn’t a good reason for a distress call to find its way on the comm channels.

Running a hand over his close cropped hair before sliding his buy’ce on, Kal lets out a nervous breath. The hum of the ship’s engines was the only sound apart from the breathing of the 25 Mandos seated around Kal.

“You think they’re all right?” A Mando from his right asks, nudging his elbow gently.

Kal shrugs, “Doesn’t matter what I think. Cabur’s in danger and he has his kid out there…”

“Well… He’s Cabur Veen. He’ll be fine!” The Mando smiles from beneath his buy’ce, thrusting his fist in the air.

Oh, how wrong could he be? Within moments, the ship lands on the muddy terrain of the Chaabar campgrounds.

“Oh, wow… There was a massacre…” One Mando says.

“Aw, Nami… I knew her.” Another says.

Osik, this is terrible. How could another clan do this? Regardless of being enemies, these people had families… Kal weaves between corpses, scanning each of them with his HUD, just to double check they’re dead.

A small lifeform comes up on his scanner, making Kal’s heart rate spike up. It’s… It’s a little girl…

“Hey, I got a live one!” He yells to the others, rushing over to the little girl. A fresh, charred, smoking blaster hole is just between her collarbones. Kal touches his fingers to her carotid artery. It’s pumping, but just barely.

“Hey, ad’ika, can you hear me?” He asks, gently tapping her cheek as one of the medics comes running over. The girl’s eyelids flutter. She coughs, blood splattering all over Kal’s sand colored chest plate.

“Buir…” She whispers.

“No, I’m Kal. What’s your name, ad’ika?”

“N-Niva…”

Glossary & Pronunciation

Chaabar - fear [cha-BAR]

Ad’ika - little one, son, daughter, of any age [ah-DEE-kah]

Buir - dad/mom [BOO-ear] (no gender)

Ni su’cuyi, gar kyr’adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum - I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal [Nee soo-COO-yee, gar keer-AH-deesh, nee par-TIE-lee, gar dah-rah-SOOM]

Osik - shit [oh-sick]

Buy’ce - helmet [BOO-shay]

Taglist: @fionajames @sevdidntdie @will-is-silly @hellhound5925 @skellymom

Dividers by @saradika ❤️

#Niva Veen oc by Sha #Sha speaks #star wars #clone troopers #tcw #mandalorian oc #captain rex #captain Rex x oc #Kal skirata #star wars fan fiction #republic commando #two souls entwined

[arcsimper5]

Yaim'ol - Chapter 1

yaim'ol - [yai-MOHL] - return, homecoming

Pairing: Sev x F!Jedi OC, Scorch x F!Jedi OC Characters: Delta Squad (Republic Commando), F!Jedi OC Cin Rating: M - Explicit content in later chapters Warnings: Gore, Canon-typical violence, angst, smut (later chapters), descriptions of injury, force osik.

Following on from the end of Republic Commando, Sev and Cin must make their way through the galaxy, overcoming trials and tests in a bid to keep themselves alive long enough to reunite with their squad.

Chapter 1 - Evac

Cin grinned at Boss as the flash of the explosion faded from the outside of the ship, the Separatist cruiser floating silently in pieces in their view. 

Another mission down, and the relief was palpable. Even beneath this helmet, she could almost sense the smirk on Boss’s face as the orders from Command came through their comms.

“Delta Squad, regroup at 38’s position for exfil.”

“Finally,” Scorch chuckled, Boss looking to Cin as she let out a snort of laughter, practically able to image Fixer’s eyeroll at his brother’s exclamation.

Moving towards the door hatch, Boss gestured for Cin to go ahead, the metal parting to allow them back into the main hull when another crackle of comms came through, the words making Cin’s blood run cold.

“Boss, I’ve got a problem here.”

The clatter of plasteel armour drew their attention into the hallway as Scorch and Fixer arrived from their positions, the tension in their bodies apparent. Boss’s demeanour shifted immediately, shoulders tensing.

“Sev, where are you?”

The static on the line got worse, pain lacing Sev’s tone, Cin’s hands beginning to tremble.

“Sector… multiple hostiles… Sir!”

“Sev!” Cin gasped, reaching out in the Force. He was panicked, she could feel that much. And Sev never panicked.

“Boss, we have to go,” she urged, Fixer stepping forward with urgency.

“Lost his signal, Boss.”

There was barely a beat before the Commando’s growl sounded.

“Well find it again, dammit!”

Hearing Boss curse sent another shiver down Cin’s spine, her entire body alight with the need for action. She needed to run, to get to Sev. Who knew what he was facing, alone?

After his first capture by the Trandoshans on the Prosecutor, she’d vowed to never let him suffer like that again. And yet…

“Squad, regroup,” Boss barked, moving past Scorch to look down the corridor, towards where they’d dropped Sev off in his gunner position. He would have done anything in the moment, anything, to see a flash of red and white, to hear the growl of his brother’s voice. “We’re going after Sev.”

There was an audible sigh of relief from Scorch, his body language betraying the urgency he felt.

But only a few steps into retracing their steps, Boss and Fixer stopped dead, COmmand ringing in their ears once more.

“Negative, negative 38! New orders came through from the Jedi Generals. Clear the area. Evac, now!”

Boss growled loudly, looking to Cin in confusion.

“What orders?” she demanded, gritting her teeth. Every moment they waited for answers was another moment Sev was along, and she hated it. “I’m a General, I’ve given no orders.”

With a nod, Boss voiced his agreement.

“I don’t care if they came from Master Yoda himself…”

“As a matter of fact, they did, soldier” Command snapped back, shutting down any argument. “Now get your squad out of there.”

The comm line went dead, leaving a deafening silence in it’s wake.

Scorch scoffed, shaking his head as he looked to Boss, then to Cin, visibly trembling.

“Kriff our orders!” he shouted angrily. “40?”

Fixer was stiff, looking up the corridor, then to Boss, pointedly ignoring Scorch.

“He’s right, Boss,” he managed after a moment, voice tight, “we gotta evac.”

Scorch took a step backwards in disbelief, towards Cin, looking for support from her.

“Boss,” he practically pleaded, voice thick even through his modulator, “we have to go back…”

“Deltas! Evac now!” Command came through again, having listened to the chatter, “That is an order.”

Boss was truly caught, his heart and his head warring inside him.

“Alor…”

Cin’s gentle words and the feel of a hand creeping between his pauldron and shoulder bell caught his attention, soft green eyes shining as she looked him over.

“We can’t disobey orders,” he croaked, understanding already.

“I know,” she nodded in return, fingers grazing the blacks underneath his armour, just barely. Enough for him to feel her warmth, and her his. “Go. I’ll find him. I’ll bring him back.”

Scorch inhaled sharply, tearing his helmet off as he moved to Cin, tears tracking down his cheeks.

“Ner kar’ta, no,” he pleaded, Boss inclining his head in anger. 

“Scorch,” he reprimanded him, but the commando ignored him, pulling Cin towards him, pressing their foreheads together.

Cin let out a choked sob, unable to hold it in as the intimate action was initiated, barely able to resist pulling him into an embrace.

“We’ll be fine,” she reassured Scorch gently, tipping her head up enough to brush their lips together, Boss huffing in annoyance, “I’ll bring Sev back. I promise.”

“What about Master Yoda’s order?” Fixer interjected sharply, “You’d be defying him directly.”

“And the Council can do what they want with me when I get back to Coruscant,” she frowned, pulling away from Scorch and nodding to Fixer before turning to Boss, her gaze defiant. “Now go. Before they charge you with treason. I’ve got this.”

“Cyare,” Boss grumbled lowly, feeling utterly helpless. Reaching for his hand, she linked their fingers together, squeezing quickly before she was gone, already marching down the corridor with an urgency they all felt. “Jate’kara. Come back to us.”

They could only watch as she broke into a sprint, igniting the pale blue blade of her lightsaber. And then she was gone, out of sight when she rounded the corner, leaving the three of them to the empty silence of space, waiting for their evac.

#star wars #clone commando sev #clone commando scorch #clone commando boss #clone commando fixer #sev x f!jedi oc #republic commando #Republic commando fanfiction #star wars fan fiction #daniwrites

[kats-chaotic-wonderland]

This is the master post for links to all the fics I've written. If it doesn't have a link I haven't posted it, and if it isn't listed it isn't drafted yet.

This is also so people can see what I've got on my desk. I kinda bounce around wips like a ping pong ball so... yeah. I'll update it as I get more drafted.

For specific genres of fics these are my other master posts.

Scifi

Star Wars

Horror

Fantasy

One shots

Spice

Kofi

Clone Adoption Agency (Collab with @the-churroguy ) SF

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Balcony oneshot

Cottagecore Sylvanas F

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Sith Acolytes (Collab with @the-churroguy ) SF

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Warhammer oneshots (Collab with @the-churroguy ) SF

The Black horror

Wisteria tides

The rebel and the angel

Blood and Tides (Collab with @the-churroguy ) F

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

CT-1313 Commander Ghoul oneshots (Collab with @cloned-eyes ) SF

Midnight Snacks

Marine life

Birthday cake

Recognition

Drinks and regrets

One room, two beds

Past and present

The Tiny Town of Merin Falls (Amber Haze blog)

Part 1 (Intro)

The Attic

The Angel experiment

Halloween 2019

This is a fic I originally wrote to be an r/nosleep series, but the rules for that sub are a bit too constraining now, so I'm putting it out here. If anyone wants to do the in character version of it, i may make a character blog and update through there. But we'll see if it goes well.

Mansion Madness (Collab with @the-churroguy )

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Gay Pasta Punks (Collab with @the-churroguy )

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Luck and Clover (Collab with @thereclusivedm)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Pokemon oneshots

The first steps

(big thanks to @saradika for creating some awesome dividers and headers go check out their master list!!)

#star wars #clone wars #clone troopers #star wars oc #clone commando oc #clone wars oc #republic commando #the mandalorian #world of warcraft #wow #warhammer 40k #space marines #alice in wonderland #fan fiction #swtor oc

[viper-zero-one]

Kote’s Introduction to Delta Squad

{ this is just a little thing that y’all can read if you want }

————

“Your methods are not good enough for our standards.”

“Not good enough? These commandos are elite, they are killers. How could that be ‘not good enough’?”

“Perhaps they might be too harsh,” a woman’s voice piped up from behind the arguing Mandalorian and Kaminoan. The Mandalorian spun around demonstratively, his brows furrowed and face wrinkled.

“Excuse me?” He sniped, crossing his arms. The woman approached the two, brown cape flowing ever so lightly behind her. The older man huffed upon seeing the woman’s armor.

“So you’re transferring just any Mandalorian now, huh?” The man rolled his eyes and seethed, “My methods are just fine. I don’t need some little wanna-be interfere in my leadership and training of the Deltas.” His voice was coarse and mean, but that didn’t seem to phase the young woman any.

“This is Walon Vau. We have elected to keep him in charge of all operations involving the training and missions including Delta squad. Walon Vau, this is Kote Medrit. She is like you, here as a part of the Cuy’val Dar. We have also elected to bring her on board to assist in the training and missions including Delta squad.” Lama Su explained. “Her last squad was—“

“I don’t care. I don’t need any assistance.” Vau huffed, turning on his heels. “But do what you need to do. Since I’m in charge, go introduce yourself to the team and see how they like you.” He waved his hand as to brush off the young Mandalorian woman, walking away.

Kote glances upwards to the Kaminoan minister, shook her head and made way to a corridor that led to a small lounging area for the commandos only. Choosing not to dwell on how her new boss was an asshole, she rounded a corner and was greeted by a wide open room with only four clone commandos scattered about.

They each had armor that adorned different colors— from orange, to green, to yellow, to red. Distinguishable. The one in green armor looked up the moment she turned the corner into the archway of the lounge room.

“Can we help you?” The clone said sharply, as if she were disturbing them.

“I—“ she started.

“We know who you are. Listened to the conversation from earlier with Vau and Lama Su.” He interrupted, and then stood.

“I’m Delta Four-Oh,” he introduced himself.

“But we all just call him Fixer. He’s way too uptight for his own good. Glad you’re here, you seem pretty legit. Always cool to see another Mandalorian, and you’re a chick. Badass. I’m Scorch, or Six-Two. Whatever works,” the one in yellow hopped up and approached Kote, hand outstretched to her.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said with a gentle smile and firm handshake.

“That’s Boss over there, he’s doing some work on his holopad right now. Hey! Boss!” Scorch called out, and Boss jolted his head up. He stood and made his way over towards the new comer, rendering a salute.

“No need for formalities right now,” she said with a light laugh. “Welcome to Delta squad,” Boss said with a grin.

“We’re a pretty solid mess.” Scorch added, “Oh, and that’s Sev. He’s troubled mentally.”

“Shut it, Scorch, or I’ll bottle you.” Sev said with a deep growl behind his words.

“You’ll what now?” Scorch chuckled, “I’ll beat you upside the head with Fixer’s manuals.”

“Like hell you won’t,” Sev hissed back, cleaning off his rifle. Kote simply stood and observed the dynamic, before her observation time was cut off by a rather sudden comment.

“This is our time off. We’ll see you in training. Hope you’re up to standard in teaching.” Fixer said, with next to no emotion behind it. Kote got the gist, and nodded.

“See you in a few hours. Be sure to—“

“Yeah, yeah. We know what to do.” Fixer waved her off, while Scorch slapped Sev upside the head which in turn sparked a wrestle fight, Boss frustratingly typing away at his holopad, and Fixer getting up to try and separate the two fighting.

She shook her head slightly, putting on her white and gold helmet.

They were indeed Walon Vau’s boys.

#republic commando #star wars #fan fiction #fan fic #clones #fixer #scorch #sev #boss #walon vau #delta squad #kote medrit #original character #mandalorian #mercenary #bounty hunter #training them boys #the deltas are nuts #bunch of goofballs #but i love them

[mauldaelorian]

Collection of Bardan Jusik illustrations, drawings I made with Bard’ika in mind back in my Republic Commando obsession years. The choice of armor colors was based on descriptions provided by Karen Traviss.

A few of these are based on the fan fiction Chronicles from Mandalore.

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[padawanlost]

I have a couple of questions about Karen Miller/Traviss (are they the same person?) who wrote the Clone Wars novels. Are they still considered canon? Also, I heard that Karen Traviss was abused online or something, was that over her Star Wars novels? Really, I mean that just takes toxicity to a new level.

This is a hot topic but one that desperately needs to be explored because to this day people are still spreading misinformation about that happen as a way to ‘defend’ their points. So, here we go:

Karen Miller and Karen Traviss are not the same person.

Karen miller wrote novels like  The Clone Wars: Wild Space and the Clone Wars Gambit series.

Karen Travis wrote novels like The Clone Wars movie novelization and the Republic Command Series.

Both, in my opinion, are very talented writers but both also suffered thanks to sexiest and overzealous fans. There are many reason why they became ‘infamous’ but the main reason is their political stance. They both had a lot of sympathy for the clones and the enslaves citizens of the GFFA, and both were not shy about calling out the Jedi Order and the Senate for their inaction. Of course, jedi stans hated them. To add insult to injury, Karen Traviss was the writer who ‘killed’ Mara Jade (btw, this wasn’t her idea but she’s still hated for it).

Karen Miller ‘crimes’:

Her biggest ‘offense’ was being mistaken by Karen Traviss (more on that later). Beyond that all she did was write Anidala and portraying Anakin and Obi-wan as good but flawed people. This is the kind of stuff she wrote:

“Coruscant was out there. Padmé was out there. There was a heart in his chest, beating, but it was only an echo. She was his true heart. She was his home.”  - Karen Miller’s Clone Wars Gambit: Siege

“He saw himself a candle. He saw himself behind a wall. Brick by brick he tried to raise it. Brick by brick, it was destroyed. Every death was a hammer blow. Every loss a chisel. The Sith were a wily foe, they knew where and when to strike. They were drawn to weak places, to old griefs and unhealed wounds.” - Karen Miller. The Clone Wars: Wild Space

To weep for a fallen comrade was to display unseemly attachment. A Jedi did not become attached to people, to things, to places, to any world or its inhabitants. A Jedi’s strength was fed by serenity. By distance. By loving impersonally. Karen Miller. The Clone Wars: Wild Space

Nothing particularly edgy or offensive. Imo, she’s one the best prequel writes in the game.

Karen Traviss ‘crimes’:

Beyond killing Mara Jade, she’s known for being critical of the Jedi and Republic and advocating for clone wars. She supported the highly offensive and controversial idea that clones were human being who deserved the freedom. She also believed that love (romantic or platonic), family and friends were not inherently evil and that Order made mistake by banning them.

Karen Trraviss is also know for writing so much of what we know of Mandalorian culture and she struck a nerve that too.

She wrote things like:

“The only thing [the clones] all had in common was their appearance—although they were starting to age differently, she could see that now—and what the Republic had done to them. Apart from that, they were individuals with the full range of virtues and habits of random humankind, and she now felt completely at home with them. If she had a side in this war, this was the one she chose: the disenfranchised, unreasonably loyal, heartbreakingly stoic ranks of manufactured men who deserved better.”  Star Wars - Republic Commando: True Colors by Karen Traviss

Serenity, my backside. Passion. Passion and anger and love. That’s what this galaxy needs, not serenity. Passion for change. Anger at this brutality. Love-buckets of it, for everyone, love between child and parent, between spouses, between brothers and sisters, between friends. We need more attachment, not less. Attachment can stop us from tearing ourselves apart. The Clone Wars: No Prisoners by Karen Traviss

He wanted to ask her why only a handful of Jedi objected to a slave army, and why they could claim to believe in the sanctity of all life and yet treat some life as being exempt from that respect. [REPUBLIC COMMANDO: TRUE COLORS BY KAREN TRAVISS[

Fandom (over)reaction:

Because of her ‘polemic’ takes, she started getting a lot of hate from the fandom. She used to interact with the fandom and her reward was to get constant death and rape threats. Some fans threatened her with ‘corrective rape’ to change her mind about the Jedi Order and other topics. Apparently, she responded by calling these fans ‘talifans’.

And the fans used that reaction to further vilify her. she was accused of hating the Jedi Order, of favoring Mandalore over them, getting the size of the clone army wrong, of ruining the OT by killing Mara Jade and now, of attacking fans. She was basically bullied out of the franchise.

However, her depictions of Clones and Mandalorians as heroes, while portraying the Jedi as petty or villainous, frustrated some fans, who felt that her stories and characters were counter to Star Wars. These fans wrote negative reviews of her books, and created a petition to George Lucas to stop Traviss from writing further Star Wars books. Traviss also received rape and death threats. Traviss wrote about these experiences on her blog, attacking the fans who created the petition, and likening them to Muslim extremists by calling them "Talifans." Traviss ultimately retired from Star Wars writing due to the threats she received.  [x]

It got to point where she had to write an open letter to the fandom explaining she DIDN’T hate the Jedi Order, she just didn’t believe things like war crimes and slavery should be so easily overlooked.

“No sane human can hate someone who doesn’t actually exist. From a writer’s perspective, the more super-powers characters acquire, the harder it is to develop logical story arcs and true human drama…but I don’t have any real feelings about fictional characters that stay with me once I step out of character-point-of-view-writing mode and get on with my life […] My real problem, then, is not with fictional Jedi, but with the people who refuse to believe they can do wrong. – Karen traviss [x]

If you want to know more about this, check this out :)

Now, back to Karen Miller

A few years ago, a popular sw tumblr tried to discredit Traviss writing by spreading the info that  she was a sexualizing Ahsoka with Bail so people started hating her for that too. Thing is, Karen Miller was the one accused of doing that but here is the deal:

Neither Karens ever wrote Ahsoka interacting with Bail Orgarna. What actually happened was that someone wrote a fic about Bail sexualizing Ahsoka on fanfiction.net, someone read it and decided the writing style was similar to Karen Miller’s so OF COURSE it must be Karen Miller who wrote the fanfic. Thanks to that genius level of deductive work, over the time people started saying that Karen Traviss wrote about Bail wanting to fuck Ahsoka as extra proof that SHE IS EVIL and should not be taken seriously.

Conclusion

Regardless of what you feel about someone writing, it’s NEVER okay to send them rape or death threats. Never! unfortunately, some hardcore jedi stans still spread the ‘karen traviss was attacking us’ without explaining exactly transpired between her and the fandom. According to their narrative, she was the *only* one in the wrong. That’s why there’s so much misinformation about her and what truly happened online.

My take on this ‘controversy’ is very simple: stop sending rape and death threats to women. I don’t care if you agree with her or not. The moment you believe a women *deserve* to be rape or killed, or support those who do, you lose any more ground you might think have. The situation becomes even more dire if it’s done to protect FICTIONAL CHARACTERS. 🤦‍♀️ I swear...this fandom....

#ask #englishlady #sw meta #sw fandom #karen traviss #txt #karen miller #meta: fandom