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vodika-vibes · 9 months

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Today's writing practice got away from me, lol.

Word count: 936

Pairing: Marshal Commander Neyo x Reader

Songs: None

As far as you’re aware, Marshal Commander Neyo has two emotions: angry and apathetic. Of course, you’ve never seen Marshal Commander Neyo in his apathetic mood. No. You are one of the lucky few who only ever sees him as angry.

You’re beginning to think that it’s personal, that Marshal Commander Neyo personally hates you.

Of course, you can’t think of any reason why. You’ve been nothing but polite to him and his brothers.

You make a face, “What do you think pal?” You ask, lightly prodding your little droid, and you grin when he flops into your touch like a Tooka kitten.

Your droid trills a response, and you sigh, “I can’t ignore him. I have to at least be able to work with him.” The droid trills again, and you laugh, “No, I can’t stab him either. It’s rude.”

“And illegal.”

You yelp at the unexpected voice, and spin in your chair rapidly enough that you lose your balance and both you, and the chair, clatter to the floor. You push the chair off your legs and blink up at the man, a dark flush crossing your face when you recognize who it is. “Commander Neyo.”

He raises a single brow, and looks wholly unimpressed, “Graceful.”

Somehow your blush grows even darker, “I wasn’t expecting anyone to be down here with me!” You say defensively, “Or for anyone to be awake, for that matter.” You add as you carefully get back to your feet and right your chair.

He watches you, unmoving. “You skipped last meal.” He says as he folds his arms over his chest.

“I was busy,” You counter defensively, you’re always on the defensive with him. “I have ration bars in my quarters.” You add.

He scowls at you, “Those,” Commander Neyo says flatly, “Are not meals.”

You bristle, “It’s fine. I can probably stand to lose a few pounds anyway.”

His scowl deepens, and you wince. He definitely hates you.

“Was there something you needed, Commander?” You ask, trying to head off the scolding you’re about to get, “You came down here for a reason, right?”

Commander Neyo glowers at you, “You also skipped lunch.” He says as he takes a step closer, “I came down here because no one has seen you since breakfast.”

You blink at him, startled, “You were worried? About me?”

“Apparently with good reason,” Neyo snaps, “It’s nearly midnight and you’re down here, having only eaten one meal today. And don’t even think about joking about wanting to lose weight.” He adds sharply.

You continue to stare at him, wide eyed.

“Whoever told you that you need to lose weight either doesn’t have eyes,” He continues, uncaring about your silence, “Or they’re just trying to hurt you.”

“That…might actually be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” You say weakly, “And also the most you’ve ever said to me.”

“Don’t make it a big deal.” He says with a scowl.

“But it kind of is. I thought you hated me.” You reply blankly.

Something dark and forbidding crosses Commander Neyo’s face, “Who told you that?”

No one? Everyone? But, actually-

“One of the new guys. He said his name was Bolt.” You say honestly.

The expression on Commander Neyo’s face becomes murderous, before going terrifyingly blank. RIP Bolt.

“I don’t hate you.” Neyo says, sounding very, very calm. You wonder if you need to message the General to put Bolt in protective custody. “The opposite, in fact.”

Wait. What?

You stare at him dumbfounded, and he sighs. He runs his fingers through his hair, a nervous tick you’ve never seen Neyo perform before, “Right. This is dumb.” He says suddenly.

And then-

His hands are cupping your face and his lips are pressed firmly against your own. And you freeze, because this is impossible-

He pulls away, though he’s still close enough that you can feel his breath against your skin. “That was inappropriate of me. It won’t happen again.” But he’s still so close, pinning you against your workbench, and his gaze is locked with your own.

You hesitate, only long enough to take a breath, before you wrap your arms around his neck and tug him down, crashing your lips against his in a much more passionate kiss.

He presses himself firmly against you, the hard plastoid of his armor digging into you, and your hands slide from the back of his neck and into his hair, grabbing some of his hair to just try and ground yourself.

A ragged groan escapes his lips, and he pulls away to stare at you, slightly breathless, and a look of surprise on his face. A look that you shared.

Carefully he reaches up and untangles your fingers from his hair, carefully threading your fingers with his. You watch, eyes wide, as he presses his forehead against yours and visibly pulls himself back together. It’s impressive, especially since you feel like you have bees under your skin.

His gaze locks with yours, “You need to get food, and go to bed.”

“I…but…” That’s not at all what you want to do right now.

Neyo laughs softly, and it sends shivers down your spine, “I know. Later. I promise.” He reaches behind you, and very gently picks up your droid, before setting him in your arms. “Good night, cyare.”

“Um…good night.” You feel his lips, petal soft, against your temple, and then he’s gone as quickly and quietly as he arrived.

Your droid trills in your arms, bumping you with his head. “Looks like I was wrong, pal.” You say as you muffle a delighted giggle.

#star wars fanfiction #tcw #commander neyo x reader #x reader fanfic #vod'ika writes

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battlekilt · 2 years

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Cody alone is an argument for ObiRex

After Cody found out that Rex and his blasted Jedi Ginger Bastard got inappropriately attached to each other, the Commander had been in a particular mood... that only Obi-Wan was the subject of because Cody certainly wasn't going to blame Rex—Cody just knew the Captain had been duped, the victim of a Jedi Mind-Control hand waving or some Force osik!

He had also found out that he couldn't find any of his slugthrowers! Blasted Kenobi knew him too well.

Ever since Skywalker had come to all-too calm terms over it, Cody had lost his ally in this particular campaign—Campaign, 'I don't think so, you bastard—get away from my little brother!' Not that Rex was little. He was the same height as Cody, though a little leaner under his armor. Not that most people would know that Cody damn-well knew that Kenobi SHOULDN'T become aware of that, but he had. Enough to make an off-handed remark one day. Out of nowhere.

Why Kenobi took pleasure in driving Cody to madness, Cody wouldn't know. But the pitied 'oh Cody' confrontations had only gotten worse.

After an in-field strategy session and Rex escorted Skywalker out, Cody saw the look and the smile on Kenobi's face; he needed it gone, and smacking the man in the mouth in front of the junior officers was considered bad taste... and grounds for a lengthy stay in Fox's stockades. Though, Kenobi might find a better punishment for Cody: he'll find a way to have a new rank created, just so he can promote Cody, again, SOMEHOW—after all, Kenobi was a space wizard... that vile, vile man.

Not for the first time, Cody grumbled under his breath and went unheard, "I should have swapped places with Ponds. Then I'd be dead… and this damned army would be Ponds's problem."

Never mind the fact that Seventeen had told Kenobi to get 'The Golden One' from the 91st. Before all this, Cody fretted that maybe Kenobi was supposed to pick Rex to be his Marshal Commander and Cody's stupid nickname just bungled that up? The thought that he might not have been the intended Clone Commander for General Kenobi used to secretly keep him up at night with questions about why Rex and not him...

WELL, at least Cody didn't ask that question about the Stupid Face. He would commit self-inflicted brain damage and transferred to the Tadpole nurseries himself. Him and Kenobi? What a dreadful response—Rex, foolish mistakes are for the young, but WHY this one? At least it wasn't Skywalker... never mind, both were terrible options.

Cody had looked away to gather their intel materials, and hoped that by the time he looked back, the General's focus would be—anywhere but watching the Captain talk with Skywalker in the middle of the busy encampment. It rained, it poured, Kenobi had one of the stupidest faces Cody had ever seen—he's seen a lot of stupid faces, he knows his brothers, after all. He'd be impressed by his General's level of stupid face if it wasn't directed at Rex.

Time to peel the face off of Kenobi.

"He's twelve, sir," Cody growled out between his teeth. He knew that age was much more linear to natborns, very defined and segmented, and they got tetchy about it in ways the Clones never did.

Whether it was his remark or the force which Cody 'handed' the datapad to Kenobi—he's told the Jedi over and over again, things like that wouldn't happen if he wore his armor like he was supposed to. Kenobi grunted, dropped his wind, and sounded like a crotchety old man to Cody.

"Cody, do be reasonable—"

No, Cody was not going to be reasonable on this matter. If General Kenobi wanted to exchange stupid faces with a Trooper and get in his plates, he should have chosen a DIFFERENT one than Captain Rex. Wooley was blonde, though darker, also an ARC, and sweet. Plus, he was in the 212th, so Cody could... chaperone them more. No, wait, Wooley was his only ARC—that would also be embarrassing.

Waxer? No, Boil would sulk. Maybe another CC? Wolffe? Wait... that would never happen. Wolffe always acted half his chronological age—so, like six—when he saw the stupid faces others made, and gagged like he was going to be forced to eat a plateful of Insect a la Skywalker. Gree! Gree would talk to Kenobi about boring things like... dead things, and his haircut would be the perfect revenge on the Jedi.

"—Rex has had his age advanced, just like you, besides—"

Cody didn't care—NOT his Vod'ika—NOT his Verd'ika!

Cody had to practically fight off too many others, so Rex would ask him to be his Ori'vod—Wolffe almost beat him too it, and Neyo had been giving Cody hopeful eyes, or at least as much hope as passed in those dead-soul eyes; Bacara was a much better choice for that creepy vod, anyway.

The General was going to embarrass him—not that he hadn't already. What was worse, word spread fast in the GAR, and Cody was already beginning to get the most misery-inducing missives from his brothers who shared wedding suggestions.

Gree had shown his obnoxiousness by self-educating himself about the traditions of Stewjonian tartan patterns. With Bly's help, who loved natborn fashion too much—almost as much as Fox's idiot Thorn, though Cody suspected General Secura had been in on the plans, Gree had even suggested patterns to show the merging of 'The House of Kenobi' and 'The House of Rex.' While his brothers broke into a debate whether it was Rex's house, Cody's house, or Skywalker's house—Cody noticed proposed lines of yellow-gold, HIS—how dare—212th gold, he swore he'd finish shaving the rest of Gree's head, including his eyebrows; he might even pluck his lashes, strand by strand. Fox had proved he could outperform them all, and even told that 'Silly Little Girl Chuchi,' who sincerely believed Cody needed a list of venues to vet for such an affair.

'An Affair!' — The Marshal Commander's frown deepened and his chin dimpled; it was a good thing the clouds had begun to part because there were no rays of sunshine from him.

"—so are you," the General said between his barely parted lips; Cody whipped his head around like the bastard had just invited another Separatist General out for tea. The obnoxious Jedi still muttered a soft expression of polite gratitude as he took the heavy field commpad.

Offended, Cody shoved his under an arm, extended a boot past the General, and growled as he passed, "I'm twelve and A HALF."

Sufficiently distracted, Kenobi missed Rex's smile, just before the Captain turned to walk away by Skywalker's side. The red-haired groaned, turned to follow his Commander back into the misty greyness, "Cody, six months is not really—"

"To YOU, six months isn't really anything. Not to me. I'm a Clone! Six-months is a YEAR to me," a petulant Marshal Commander shot back to a very exhausted General.

"So what you're saying is... Rex is twenty-four?" Obi-Wan grinned through his beard, an expression that only got broader when Cody dead-stopped, quarter-turned on him, and glowered before he returned on his forward march. Kenobi didn't know where they were going—he learned a long time ago to just follow Cody.

"That doesn't matter! You're THIRTY-SEVEN—"

"Did you have to announce that to the whole camp, Cody, dear? You've got quite a set of lungs—"

"YES! Everyone needs to know what a tankrobber you are. That is still a thirteen-year difference! That's older than I AM!"

"Not in six months, then you'll be thirteen."

"You will also be thirty-eight by then!"

"You remembered my life day! How thoughtful, Cody. I always look forward to your gifts."

Cody's stomps sent mud everywhere—fine, he'd given up. He was going to have to spend half a day when this campaign was finally over just to get the gunk out of his armor. Maybe he'll make Rex do it—just to keep the Captain from exchanging his stupid faces with Kenobi.

"Of course I remember! How do you think I remembered to get you those gifts?! By the way, don't look forward to them anymore. You're not getting any gifts from me this year, Kenobi! Or any other year! Not after what you've done."

"Besmirched Rex's good honor?"

"Watch it..."

If it wasn't for the blue sparkle in the Jedi's eyes shining against his back, Cody could have ALMOST believed the put-on sadness in the man's voice, "Don't worry, I'm truly wounded about the gifts. It's dreadfully disappointing, Cody. Oh well, Rex will probably give me something twice as big and thoughtful."

Over his shoulder, the Commander glanced, saw the too-pleased smirk, and was once again tempted to risk an extended vacation in the Guard's stockades; he could use the break, and he'd kill for a demotion.

"Maybe he'll get you something for that greying beard of yours," Cody growled.

"Oh, I doubt that... severely."

Something in the tone made Cody stop with only one leg up the makeshift steps, turn to Kenobi and ask with squinted eyes, "Why...?"

Far too pleased with himself and still gentled, Kenobi said, "I know for a fact that Rex is quite fond of grey hair."

Stunned, at last, Cody was left behind when Kenobi lifted the hem of his robes and ascended the steps ahead of him.

"I should have become a nursery Clone."

A few noted headcanons after the fact: — 1.1. Vod/Verd'ika ask another Clone to be their Ori'vod, an Ori'vod cannot ask. — 1.2. Age difference between Clones don't really matter for the Vod/Verd'ika and Ori'vod dynamic. It is about mentorship and kind of, "I take responsibility for this one." For Cody, it is, "I will murder my Jedi for this one." — 1.3. Cody got asked by A LOT of brothers and turned them down, hopeful for only one to ask him. Rex was stupid, didn't think he'd have a chance. It was Fox who corrected him. — 1.4. There is a special infliction when the Clones say Vod/Verd'ika or Ori'vod. The infliction signifies the Capitalized version, which is entirely unique to the Clones. It wasn't something they learned from their rare Mandalorian trainers. They made it up on their own, likely after observing how the older Alpha-class Clones mentored the younger Alphas. — 2. All Clones are on the executive dysfunction scale, aka, ADHD. Cody suffers from his own brand of rejection sensitivity. — 3.1. Clones love to state their age (chronological vs developmental) between whatever is convenient for them. Make a natborn uncomfortable? "I'm twelve." Someone tries to tell them they can't do something, "I'm twenty-four!" — 3.2. Yes, the HALF is VERY important to a Clone. — 4. "Stupid Face" is Clonese for someone having an intimate interest in someone or just any interest. Cody certainly had his own stupid face as he impatiently waited for Rex to ask him to be his Ori'vod. I need to write up my origins for where Cody's "Jedi Ginger Bastard" comes from.

#commander cody #captain rex #obi wan kenobi #sw tcw #obirex #// cody hates this #// he hates everything about this #// cody took the part about protecting your vod'ika to a whole new and notorious level #// for such an anxious man #// he sure does think of many and quite creative ways to dispose of a jedi's remains #// as for how to dispatch the man #// he sticks with the classics #// just you wait until he finds his shotguns #kilt's writing #kilt's headcanons #bucket's clone headcanons #bucket's writing

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coffeeandbatboys · 1 month

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i‘d loveee fives and can‘t take my eyes off you? <33

Aaaaaa I had so much fun writing this one!! Did I base Fives' reaction solely off the surprised pikachu face? Shut up.

Warnings: humor. Fluff, non descriptive minor injury, alcohol consumption, Echo and Reader are besties. Jesse is a flirt, but only for a second.

Can't Take My Eyes Off You (Fives x Fem!Mechanic!Reader)

“C’mon it’ll be fun.” Echo plead as you wiped some of the grease off your hands.

“I don’t know.” You muttered. “I’m really not much on drinking and dancing. And you boys can be pretty wild when you’re sober.”

Echo chuckled. “I think Fives has got heart eyes for you.”

You snapped your head up so fast that it smacked into the frame of the ship you were working on. Echo hissed while You muttered a curse, rubbing the spot with a dirty hand.

You narrowed your eyes at the arc trooper with a smirk. “Are you trying to set me up with your brother?”

Echo shrugged and gave you a sly smile. “I’ll probably regret it later, but I think you’d actually make a good couple.”

“You really think so?” You grunted, sliding out from underneath the starfighter.

He crossed his arms confidentiality with a quirked brow. "How often am I wrong, vod'ika?"

"Alright, I'll be there." You relented. "But there's no way I'm dealing with anyone's hangover tomorrow.

Echo smiled and patted your shoulder before jogging off to find the rest of his crew.

After changing outfits ten times and cleaning your looks up, you made your way to the bar.

You nursed your drink as loud music pumped throughout the room. Clones swarmed every inch of the club, but you'd yet to see any of the 501st.

"Hey, pretty girl, you're new around her-" Jesse stopped short when you cocked a brow at him and he recognized you. "Whoa."

You chuckled a little bit. "Hi."

You caught a glimpse of Fives over Jesse's shoulder. His jaw was slack and he was staring straight at you in surprise.

Echo was trying not to burst into a fit of laughter.

"I know, I'm usually covered in grease!" You practically yelled over the blaring baseline before taking another sip of your drink.

The four of you moved to a table after the boys ordered their drinks. Fives and Echo sat on either side if you. Maybe it was the alcohol, but your face felt a little flushed whenever Fives would look at you; always blushing with a slight smile. After a while, Echo and Jesse left the table to get more drinks.

A they didn't come back.

You'd begun easy conversation with Fives, laughing at his stupid jokes and sitting closer together than you had been.

Your comm pinged and you looked to see who it was

"Go ahead vod'ika. Shoot your shot!"

"Echo, you bastard." You muttered to yourself, quiet enough that Fives wouldn't hear.

Before you could ask your not-date, he piped up over the music.

"Wanna dance, Mesh'la?"

You nodded, feeling a little bit dizzy from the alcohol you'd consumed that night. He led you out to the dance floor and casually grabbed your waist as the two of you moved to the steady driving rhythm. Unfortunately, the more time you spent on the dance floor, the more people gathered around you, which was making you a little claustrophobic.

Fives noticed your discomfort and paused.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked, pulling back yo give you some space.

You looked up at his soft, concerned eyes. "Just a lot of people." You said, looking away from him to the floor. He squeezed your arm, causing you to turn his way again as he jerked his head towards the door. You smiled and nodded, so he let you take his arm and lead you outside the bar.

The cool evening air of Coruscant was refreshing if anything. A nice reprieve from the stuffy crowded room you'd just left.

"Thank you." You breathed in relief. He moved to stand in front of you and hold your cheek, which caused your heart to beat much faster.

"Is this okay?" He murmured. You nodded eagerly into his hand.

"I really wanna kiss you right now." You blurted.

He smirked. "Then why don't you make it happen?"

You surged forward and he leaned in as you pressed your lips to his. They moved in sync, dancing together in passion and love.

You pulled away from each other and giggled.

"Y'know," Fives huffed. “I always thought the grease was cute. Not that you’re not pretty right now I mean you are drop dead gorgeous but you’re always pretty–“

You shut him up with another kiss, grabbing his shoulders to bring yourself closer.

“Take me home, Fives?” You whispered into his ear.

“Of course, Mesh’la.”

Real colorized picture of Fives when he sees the reader at 79s:

#star wars #please reblog #coffee’s 300 follower celebration #clone trooper fives x reader #arc trooper fives x reader #fives x reader #fives x fem!reader #arc trooper fives x fem!reader #clone troopers x reader #the clone wars #tcw fives #fives tcw

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mamuzzy-creates-stuff · 1 month

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For the addition to this boop post, I use this a running gag in my stories who knows when will I write. Whenever an Alpha and a Null meet somewhere, instead of greeting each other like a normal person, they go on cockmeasuring with death stares and saying "Alpha." and "Null." in the most snobbish way they can manage.

Except Prudii. With Prudii, it goes like this:

Alpha-17: Null. Prudii: Vod'ika. (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡ Alpha-17: (ಠ_ಠ)

He's killing them with kindness but also being little shit about it.

#prudii skirata #alpha-17 #alpha arcs #null arcs #republic commando #repcomm #star wars

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iron-strangers · 15 days

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tell us moooore about the mudhorn babies!!!

Yes! Yesyesyesyes, ask me more about the babies!💞

The babies are a part of my Dad!Mand'alor!Din x Jedi!Reader series called Expanding Clan Mudhorn

Grogu no longer hangs in Din's bag/carrier, he's now riding with Mirshka in her little backpack.

Grogu is now enrolled in a space kindergarten and the fridge is full of the drawings he brings home from school.

He's also been terrorizing the frog population in the pond behind their home.

Grogu's first word is buir and Din isn't shy to admit that he BAWLED.

The kids can see the old Mand’alor's force ghosts. Aranar is Jaster Mereel's favorite, Mirshka is Tarre Vizsla's.

Aranar once stole the darksaber and he messed up the ignition, cutting half of his hair. He wears helmets everywhere for two weeks.

Just like Din, Aranar is not painting his armor.

Mirshka wants a vod'ika for her life day present (Din is encouraging her).

She wants her vod'ika to be called tra'cyuur.

"No, Din, I don't care if she sulks, we're not naming our baby 'blaster'."

You and Din finally settled on Kote, and Kote is perfect. Kote is a sweet baby who can never do wrong.

Aranar is three years older than Mirshka. Mirshka is two years older than Kote.

The Djarin genes are way too strong and the babies looks exactly like their buir.

Aranar always wins the sword-fight sparring sessions.

Mirshka is very strong in the living force, she even befriended the Mythosaur under the Living Waters of Mandalore.

Kote is the best shooter out of the four kids. Aranar has known no peace since his brother started shooting nerf-gun around the house.

Boba teaches Aranar to swear. Aranar then teaches Mirshka. Rid'ika threatens everyone that she will go dark if Kote started to swear too.

Din is Mirshka's favorite person in the whole galaxy.

Rid'ika is Aranar's.

Kote and Grogu baby talks to each other. No one knows what they're talking about, yet the two babies are giggling like a couple of maniacs.

Fenn'buir would steal the kids away and return them all muddy and smelly, much to your chagrin. At least they always sleep soundly after roughhousing with their ba'buir (grandfather).

One time, Din finally said "fuck this" and gave the darksaber to an eight years old Aranar. The boy led the court for one day (with your guidance, of course) while Din played hooky and took the rest of the kids flying all over Mandalore.

Aranar gave the council a fourty five minutes nap break. With just one day of ruling, Aranar is now known as Mand’alor the Kriffing Best.

Din was then banished to the couch for two days.

Thank you for this anon, this is the most fun I've had since writing this series. I hope you love the kids! 💞

Questions and requests are always open!

#expanding clan mudhorn #jess answer #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #dad din djarin #that's it #that's the tweet

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thecoffeelorian · 3 months

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Solitary Spoiler Confinement...

"Don't poke the sleeping Zillo Beast, vod'ika. Just leave it."

Little doodle of my alter-ego, 'The Coffeelorian', made for @ladykagewaki and dropped onto the holonet to broadcast my thoughts on the last moments of TBB.

In other words...nope, I do not need to know the 'Everybody Dies' ending, thank you kindly. ^_^ I'll be much happier writing things for myself.

--Coffee--

#random status update #star wars #the bad batch #the mandalorian #the coffeelorian speaks #i have starbucksed #this is the frappé #spoiler jail #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #too anxious to watch #too arthritic to care #jaig eyes

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tereox · 7 months

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Warmup #17

Rating: G

Summary: Fox has enough of the Senate's bullshit, time to send anonymous letters of complaint!

Fox found himself putting down his datapad and reaching for the empty cup of caf for the third time. It hadn't been that long since he'd run out, but he hadn't gotten to send someone for fresh caf yet; didn't know whether Thread had caught on yet and restricted his caf permissions.

He stared mournfully into the cup, the last dredges of caf clinging to the bottom. Maybe he could get the tiniest bit of energy from-

The door slid open and he decided that was more interesting than his caf that had forsaken him.

There was a vod'ika in the doorway.

Fib saluted him, picture-perfect, then smiled. "I have the new comm scrambler for you." She held up a device. "We tested it rigorously and not even W can get into it."

Fox hummed. That did sound promising.

Fib put it on the one little desk that was free of datapads.

"When you go, can you get me some-"

Fib stopped his attempt at shoving the cup at him. "No can do." She sang. "Thread has banned you from caf."

Fox frowned. Of course they had. Evil kriffer. He would write a formal complaint to the medbay. Something about misappropriation of power.

Or he could write an anonymous formal complaint to the Chancellor's office, using the new comm scrambler. That sounded fun.

"Fib." She was already at the door but looked back at him. "Help me draft a letter of complaint."

Fib cautiously walked back, interest piqued. "To what department? CorSec?"

Fox blinked. They could write an anonymous formal letter of complaint to CorSec. Ka'ra knew those bastards needed an intervention before their incompetence hurt even more people.

"Yes." He decided. "And also to the Chancellor's office. And the senate guard. And-"

"I'll get Cherry, he likes that legalese."

Fox hummed. That might not be that bad an idea. He could start plotting against CorSec in the meantime. A list of their shortcomings would be a good starting point.

Fox looked up when the door slid open to admit his CMO. He was sitting on his shitty couch flanked by his two vod'ike and sending several government institutions straight to hell.

"Hey Thread!" Fib smiled at them.

Thread shook his head. "Fib, I sent you here to stop him from working."

"You didn't say that!" Fib protested. "And he's not working, we're writing letters of complaint to be published in an independent news portal."

Cherry nodded seriously. "We're making great progress exposing all the crimes."

Fox was so proud of them and only had a nod of agreement for Thread.

Mando'a vod'ika - little sibling (plural: vod'ike)

#warmup #my fanfiction #coruscant guard #corrie guard #corries #commander fox #star wars ocs #corrie cmo thread #corrie guard fib #corrie guard cherry #star wars #clone wars #clone wars fanfiction

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kpopnstarwars · 7 months

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His Song Has Been Written: Din Djarin x Reader

A/N: ok so paz is gone now and I NEEDED TO WRITE A TRIBUTE CHAPTER TO HIM - this follows the plot for episode seven season 3 but i tweaked some stuff

tw: SPOILERS FOR MANDO EP 7 SEASON 3, swearing, pain, death, violence, they really gave us ragnar just to orphan him, not proof read one bit, sad asf,

Translations: vod = brother/sister, vod'ika = little brother/sister, di'kut = idiot,

wc: 1930

You realise now, how fucking blind you were.

There was no reason for the Stormtroopers wearing beskar to retreat; they were overpowering you, killing at least a quarter of your group. They'd cut and run, anyway, and you'd been too blinded with rage that these people, these Imperials, had been squatting in your home planet all this time, spreading rumours that its atmosphere was unbreathable and the land was poisoned, to realise. The fires of the Great Forge had been extinguished, and the air was cold and empty, barren and lacking the clang of hammers, but kindled at the sight of it was a deep rage towards the Imperials; Imperials that you now chased blindly through the caverns of the once shining Mandalore, right into their trap.

Now, you stand, between one of the Nite Owls and Paz Vizsla, surrounded by dirty, Imperial walls, built in the rock of your planet, as if they own it. As if they own the beskar they use, as if they own the metal that your people are built around, lurking in the shadows of your rightful home as you and the other children of the Watch fled from Concordia, if only to preserve the Creed. You're certain Gideon's behind this - you've clashed with him many times while you travelled with Din, protecting the child you now come to think of as your son.

You grit your teeth, widening your stance as you shoot at the Stormtroopers, Paz to your right, gunning them down with his heavy infantry gun. Somewhere to your left, Din fights too, and although you can't currently see Grogu in IG-12, you know Din must have an eye on him, because the way he stays in a certain radius of you informs you that he's acting as a sort of beskar shield around your son.

'Watch out, vod'ika,' Paz calls.

The sound of more jetpacks sound ahead, and you feel him grab the back of your shirt, tugging you backwards as a new wave of troops enter the hangar. Glancing at him over your shoulder, you retreat with him as he returns his hand back to his blaster, the deeper, rhythmic sound of his infantry gun almost comforting over the high whine of the Imperial blaster bolts and the familiar resonance of your own shots. Scanning the battle for Din, you catch him at the head of the retreat, his armour shining under the harsh lights, his back to you. A quick look behind you confirms that the third, smallest but probably oldest member of your clan is sheltered by a group of Nite Owls and members of your tribe, his eyes squinted against the light of the blasters.

'Din,' you yell, shooting a few of the troopers around him. 'Fall back!'

He turns his head; the red light of blasters reflects off his armour, like smears of crimson blood. Another jetpack sounds, and you yell Din's name again, dread settling in the pit of your stomach, heavy as a rotting corpse coming to rest on the murky sea floor. You balk at the sight of a man, clad in all black, a cape on his shoulders and a mockery of a Mandalorian helmet on his head; the cheeks are stained vermillion, the visor tinted in the same colour, Zabrak like horns rising from the top - there's no doubt who that is. Rage seethes within you: you knew it was him, you knew it was Gideon. Raising your blaster, you lurch forward, ready to protect your riduur, ready to -

The blast door slams shut, a few inches from your face.

Shock filters through your system, and your momentum carries you forward, slamming you right into the blast door, your helmet smashing into the glass window built into it. Curses leaves your lips, and you ram your fist into the metal, fear sending frigid chills down your spine; Din's out there, alone, with Gideon and about twenty Stormtroopers, all wearing beskar sacred to your people - the irony of it is almost as cutting as the self satisfied smirk on Gideon's face once he removes his helmet. You see the way Din's chest heaves, the way he clenches his fists, lifting his chin: he knows he's fucked, but he's ready to fight anyway.

The troopers on his right lunge for him, and he cuts them down, spinning to take on the next batch as they pile up before him. The smile on Moff Gideon's face grows wider and wider. You slam your fists against the blast doors, blood red oozing into your vision as rage warms your bones and burns away at your fear until all you want to do is cram the Imperial's face into molten beskar. Paz grabs your wrists, pulling you back from the blast doors and holding you firmly in his grasp, his arms tight around you, unescapable, and you growl, struggling, but he doesn't let go, his voice low in your ear.

'Don't - don't do this to yourself, vod'ika,' he says, his own anger prevalent in his voice. 'You're hurting yourself. I'd rather you break your knuckles across Gideon's face than against Imperial metal.'

You sigh, falling limp in Paz's arms. 'Okay. Let me - let me go, vod, I - I'm fine.'

'We'll think of something,' he assures you. 'We always do.'

Paz embraces you tightly, and you gladly wrap your arms around his waist, your fingertips barely touching from around his broad back. He knows you need this, he knows that you need something to anchor you, to calm you before you can think of a rescue plan. You've known him and Din as long as you can remember, and while Din became your riduur, Paz became your closest friend; he's as close as a brother, someone who would listen to your lovesick rants about his vod, someone who never failed to make you smile with his bold quips and bolder laugh. Peering up from his shoulder, you glance through the window in the blast door, and your heart drops. Gideon smiles on, smug as ever, as the troopers shove Din to his knees, and he continues to struggle, taking another down in a last attempt to break free.

'No,' you whisper, tearing yourself from Paz's grip. 'No!'

'Vod'ika,' Paz says measuredly, laying a hand on your shoulder. 'He's - ' You shrug him off, an idea forming in your mind. 'That's my riduur there,' you growl, voice low and wrathful. 'That's my fucking riduur. I know what to do, vod. Don't try and stop me.'

Amused, he huffs. 'That's my vod'ika.'

You turn to Bo-Katan, and you swear that the strength of your glare melts the beskar straight off her face. 'If you don't use that fucking Darksaber to get through the bloody door, I'll challenge you for it. Right now.'

She cocks her head; maybe she's surprised by the venom in your voice, or maybe she senses the undercurrent of desperation, but she obliges your words, cutting through the blast door. Darkly, Paz chuckles, cracking his knuckles, ready to fight again as the troopers turn their attention back to you, some of them jumping a little as if they forgot that there's a small army of wrathful Mandalorians behind the blast doors, their honours smarting from the sight of Imperials in their home world. Glancing at Paz, you give him a nod - he knows what to do, he's seen your stupid manoeuvres during the hunts you've been on together. He returns the gesture, and once you turn back, Bo-Katan has a hole through the blast door.

'Ready, vod?' You ask, checking the whistling birds on your vambrace. 'As always,' he answers.

You don't hesitate. You know he's got you covered, so you just dive straight through the hole, activating your whistling birds in a heart beat as Paz sticks the barrel of his blaster out, taking out any remaining troopers as you advance. Vaguely, you're aware of Gideon pressing a few buttons on his vambrace and shooting upwards, borne by his jetpack; you're aware of Paz slipping through the hole behind you, but you're not here for them. You're here for your riduur.

'Din,' you gasp, skidding to a halt in front of him.

'Cyar'ika,' he greets, and you hear the gratitude in his voice as he clutches you tightly to his body. 'He's calling for back up. We have to go.'

You turn your head to Paz. 'Vod?'

'Behind you,' he replies.

Bundling Din through the opening in the blast doors, you turn to follow him, but something tells you to glance back. Your heart drops. Paz stands there, his infantry gun ready, and you recognise the determined set of his shoulders with a settling feeling of dread drifting over you; you grab his arm, tugging him backwards, but he's stubborn as always, shaking you off and jerking his head towards the others.

'Go.'

You snarl. 'Not without you, vod.'

'You won't make it unless someone delays them,' he answers, tilting his head up at the sound of more jetpacks. 'They're almost here.'

'Who fucking cares,' you snap. 'I'll stay with you, then. We can hold them off.'

'Din waits for you, vod'ika. Go to him.'

'And leave you? My vod? Nice try.'

'He's my vod too,' he replies, voice level. 'I do this for both of you. Better me than you two, for your kid's sake.'

'And what of Ragnar?' You ask, desperation leaking into your voice.

'Tell him I love him.'

'Vod,' Din calls. 'Get back here, di'kut. What do you think you're doing?'

Suddenly, Paz grabs you, and you yelp in surprise as he physically shoves you through the opening in the blast door and into Din's arms. He stands in front of the hole, blocking it with his legs and body, and you grunt in frustration, knowing that he's won but not ready to let him go; you know he's right, you know he's doing this because he loves you and your riduur, but it still fucking hurts. It still hurts as he begins to fire at the first Stormtroopers coming into land, it still hurts as Bo-Katan begins to usher the other Mandalorians back, it still hurts as your riduur's arms tighten around you, holding you back.

'If you love me, don't let them go,' Paz yells at Din. 'I love you, my vod. I love you, my vod'ika.'

He hurls himself into the midst of the Stormtroopers, and as he does, he takes a bleeding piece of your heart with him. You hear Din's shuddering breath, feel the way his grip strengthens around you, and you swallow thickly, eyes smarting - it's like digging shards of glass into your heart to take your riduur's hand and run, but you do anyway, tears streaking down your face from under your helmet.

His song's been written, you tell yourself. His song has been written.

You find that you're saying it out loud, and maybe Din is saying it along with you, his fingers clenching around your own as the two of you run, away from your vod, a brave man who fights with deadly strength and honour, a loving father who protected his son with his life, and a brother, in spirit if not in blood. Grief blends with the burning hatred in your heart; you curse Gideon for orphaning Ragnar, for taking away your friend and your brother, for spilling yet another Mandalorian's blood.

Once you stop running, you vow with Din that you'll avenge him. His death will not be in vain.

Paz Vizsla's song has been written.

But yours has not.

#paz vizsla #star wars #the mandalorian #sad #angst #mando x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian fanfic #grogu #baby ypda #mandalorian x y/n #mandalorian x you #din x you #din x y/n #din x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x y/n

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hawthornsword · 4 months

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Nothing Between Us But Light?

Bestest of besties. Sister of my heart. You know very fucking well that this behemoth has very nearly not been touched since its conception last year because my desire for this story currently outstrips my ability to write it. But that's what I get for putting it on the list I suppose, so. Very well. For you:

Commander Fox had never met Quinlan Vos when the Jedi shadow brought proof that Palpatine was the Sith. They brought him down together. Now Quinlan is missing, and Fox is slowly falling in love with the traces of the man he finds while he tries to bring him home.

Fox was staring into space, sitting on the couch in Quinlan’s apartment when the door opened. He couldn’t muster the energy to look and see who it was. He’d already given up on it being Quinlan. “Oh. Hello Commander Fox,” said a soft feminine voice. Secura then. Quinlan had been her master; it made sense she’d come here. “Have you heard from Quinlan?” “No. You?” he asked. “Me neither,” she sighed. Fox felt the couch dip beside him and glanced over as an arm went around him. Bly. Secura started making tea in the kitchen. “Doing alright, vod?” Bly asked. Fox shrugged. “Fine. Just tired.” “Yeah.” The soft clink of teaware was the only sound, and soon Fox could identify the familiar scent of the smoky tea Quinlan always smelled of. “Didn’t realize you were close with Vos,” Bly said after a minute. “I’m not.” They'd only known each other a few weeks. “It’s amazing how some things just have a way of bringing people together,” Secura said as she sat the tea tray down on the table in front of them. She carefully poured three cups. “Things. Like killing Sith.” “Exactly like that,” Secura said with a smile. “It’s how Obi-Wan and Anakin and Padme all met too.” “Mm, she loves telling that story,” Fox said with a small smile over his teacup. “Skywalker sounds like a cute kid. Wonder what happened?” A laugh punched out of Bly’s chest and Secura giggled. “Quinlan was almost on that mission too,” she said. “He was on Tatooine at the time, but he couldn’t break cover to help them. I was thinking I’d get in touch with some of his contacts there, and elsewhere, to see if they’ve seen him.” Fox said nothing. Quinlan was gone, disappeared like the Shadow he was, and the Jedi were barely putting in a cursory effort to find him so far. Would his former padawan do more? She had plenty to keep her busy, and happy as well, going by the way she and Bly looked at one another. “And you’re welcome to stay here as well. Quinlan won’t mind at all,” she said. There were a lot of Vode staying in the temple, it turned out. The Jedi had opened their home to them completely. The place was huge, with hundreds of lower levels, as if it grew with Coruscant itself. Bly told Fox where to find the Quartermaster - where he was supposed to have gone when he was released from the Halls of Healing, but he found himself slicing into Quinlan’s apartment instead - so he could get anything he needed, including a room assignment. He got a change of clothes, soft beige linen, but nothing else. One of the Guard would bring him blacks and armor as soon as he commed them anyway. He took Secura at her word and stayed in Quinlan’s place. He slept on the couch despite Secura assuring him he could use the bedroom. She and Bly visited every day, but they didn’t comment on this. Eventually he bumped into Rex in the halls of healing and experienced a moment of blind panic thinking his vod'ika was injured. Fox hadn't heard he was back from Anaxes. Rex was fine though, if surprised at Fox pulling him into a crushing hug. He hadn't seen him since then ordeal with Ahsoka. Rex introduced him to his ARCs Fives, Tup, and Echo. The same Echo Ahsoka had been so torn up over losing at the Citadel. “It’s a miracle he survived,” Fives had said, pulling Echo close against him. “One I’m grateful for every day.” Later, back in the apartment, on Quinlan’s couch, Fox thought about that. About miracles, and Rex believing in the impossible enough to go on a wild goose chase for Echo. He commed General Secura. “Let me help you find Quinlan,” Fox said immediately when she answered. Secura smiled at him. She smiled a lot. “Of course. I was hoping you would say that.”

#tag game #my writing #quinlan vos #commander fox #quinlan/fox

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vodika-vibes · 9 months

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Today's writing practice also got away from me, lol. But only because I had to fix angst.

Words: 1105

Pairing: Echo x Reader

Songs: None

Warnings: Angst

“I think we should break up,” You stare at Echo, his words bouncing around your head as you try to understand how and why.

“What? Why?” You ask, your eyes wide as you try and come up with a reason, any reason, why Echo, your Echo, would want to break up with you. You thought you were happy. “Is this because of my work? I know I’ve been working long hours lately, but it’s only until the season is over-” You say, frantically. Desperately almost.

“No! No. It’s not…” Echo sighs, “It’s not you. You’re perfect.” He says, sounding so painfully fond that your heart lurches.

“Then why? Is…did you…” You pause, not sure you actually want an answer, “Is there someone else?” You ask, your voice uncharacteristically small.

“What? No!” He yelps. He takes a step towards you, his hand in front of him, as if he was going to touch you, and then he hesitates, and folds his hands behind his back, “No.” He repeats, emphatically, “It’s only you, it’s always been you.”

“Then why are you breaking up with me?” You demand.

“I…because…”

“Because why? If it’s not my work, and you haven’t found another person and you think I’m perfect then why?”

“It’s…”

“Don’t I at least deserve that much?” You ask, as you try to ignore the lump in your throat and the way your eyes are burning.

He averts his gaze. “You deserve better than some clone.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me!” You snap. “You…you don’t get to decide what, or who, makes me happy! Or what or who I deserve!”

“You…” Echo hesitates, and then settles himself, “Your mother offered me 10,000 credits to break up with you.” He says flatly, almost detached, sounding like the ARC Trooper he was, and not the man you fell in love with.

You reel back, as if slapped.

“You…you’re breaking up with me. For credits?”

You bring one hand up to your chest, and your fingers curl around the thin fabric of your shirt over your heart. That…that hurt.

He’s quiet for a long time. “No. Of course not.” His voice is quiet, “There aren’t enough Credits on Coruscant that would convince me to break up with you.”

“But you still are.” You say, your voice shaking.

He sighs again, long and slow, he sounds as brokenhearted as you feel. “Yes.”

“We can try-”

“I won’t allow your mother to use me against you,” He says quietly, you feel his fingers, warm and gentle against your cheek, and then you feel his lips, so soft against your forehead, “I’m so sorry, my love. But maybe this isn’t our love story.”

You say nothing as he pulls away. And you say nothing as the front door clicks open, and then slides shut.

And only when you’re alone, do you allow your legs to give out on you. Your knees hit the floor, hard, and the first broken sob escapes your lips.

Six weeks later, you get word that Echo was killed while on a mission. And while you think that nothing can break you anymore, those words coming out of Fives’ mouth shattered you.

One year later, you’re…content. Not happy, because you’re pretty sure you’re never going to be happy again, but you’re content with how your life is going.

You, with the aid of some of your friends, completely cut your mother out of your life, and you finally earned enough money to open your own bakery, which you co-own with your best friend.

You should be happy. You should be. But, you just aren’t.

On this particular day, you were nice and gave Ella the day off, so she can spend time with her recently returned boyfriend. She had been especially giggly that whole morning, and you either had to give her the day off, or you were going to murder her.

An action that would make Fives sad, and you couldn’t make Fives sad. He has the most pathetic Tooka eyes-

You huff out a breath, blowing a strand of hair out of your eyes. You’ve had no customers so far today, and you’re toying with the idea of just closing shop, when the chime of the door opening caught your attention.

“Hi! Welcome,” You call, straightening from your slouch.

You hear heavy steps for a moment, and then your breath catches. He’s thinner than he should be, with obvious prosthetics on both of his legs and his arms…as well as some kind of implants on his head, but-

It’s Echo. Your Echo.

He lifts his gaze, a nervous smile on his face, “So…I owe you an apology. Or three.” He says.

You’re completely still for about five seconds, before you hop over the counter and crash into him. “Alive.” You gasp out, “You’re alive.” His heartbeat is strong beneath your cheek, and a sob rips from your lips.

His arms fold around you, tight and secure, and so very him. “I’m so sorry for scaring you.” He says, as he presses his lips to the top of your head, “For…for hurting you. For everything.” He very gently pushes you back and slowly uses his thumb to brush a tear off your cheek.

You sniffle, “Echo?”

“You owe me nothing,” He says softly, “But if you’re still interested in giving an old clone a chance, will you be my girlfriend again?” He asks.

You swallow, hard, “You said…”

“I know. I know what I said. I was an idiot. I am an idiot sometimes. And I realized recently that I really don’t give a fuck about your family.” He pauses, “Sorry.”

You let out a choked laugh, “It’s okay.” You reach up and press your hands against his cheeks, he is far too thin- “I never stopped wanting you, Echo.”

There’s a flash of relief on his face, “Even though I’m an idiot.”

“So is Fives and we forgive him all the time.”

Echo laughs, and leans in to lightly bump his forehead against yours, “Can we go on a date?”

“Like, tonight?”

“Like now.”

“Yes.” You breathe out, “Yes, absolutely.”

He grins at you, and before you really realize what's happening, his lips are pressed against yours. “Great.” He murmurs, pulling away only long enough to speak, “You live upstairs, right?”

“How-?”

“Ella is an incessant gossip, and tells Fives everything.” Echo replies, “We need to go upstairs, love.” He murmurs.

“I need to lock-”

“Already locked.” He interrupts, “Upstairs. Now.”

A bubbly giggle slips from your lips as he scoops you into his arms. Everything is going to be alright. You can tell.

#star wars fanfiction #tcw #echo x reader #arc trooper echo x reader #vod'ika writes

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sun-roach · 11 months

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Okay so here is Strife's squad. I created them a few hours ago, so it’s still not completely fleshed out but I wanted to share anyway✨

Rainbow squad

A randomly thrown together group of Corries. The name was Sticker's idea. He desperately wants to see a real one

Sergeant:

Strife: former arc trooper, sergeant under Thorn's command, Fork's batchmate, always ends up in a strife unintentionally

- He is caring, hates conflict and will try to end your conflict or problem with his bare hands

Troopers:

Stitch: clone medic, got his name because his face is full of stitches (He worries a lot, will kiss your head after medical treatment)

Cuyan : arc trooper, lost his whole battalion and was send into prison, ended up being a part of the Corries (He is stubborn, closed his heart away, judges your every movement quietly)

Redd: sniper, loves anything red especially his enemies blood (He can be a lil unhinged, will steal from you)

Sticker: arc trooper, sticks to his brothers, a little clingy but loyal (He is optimistic and naive even in Coruscant's darkest pits)

And here some quotes:

(I wanted to write a fic, but oh well my brain didn’t want to. Will probably write one about them soon tho)

Redd: Guys! You won’t believe me what just happened!

Cuyan:

Stitch:

Strife: … *sighs*

Redd: …You guys are boring as hell. Where is Sticker?

Stitch: behind you

Redd: hm? AHHH *gets tackled by the arc *

Stitch: Sticker be careful. We don’t need another one with a broken arm *glances at Cuyan*

Cuyan: My arm is not broken *scoffs*

Strife: *raises a brow and grins* Who wants some caf? Raise your right hand

Cuyan: I hate you. May the zillo beast return and feed on you

Sticker: Don’t worry, Cuyan. I will get you a cup with double shots of caramel

Cuyan: Wait no, Sti- *sighs as Sticker disappears * … I want mine black *grumbles in annoyance *

Rainbow squad meeting Fork for the first time:

Fork: *waves at them with a nervous look*

Sticker: Oh he looks like a soft vod'ika

Stitch: He looks hurt…

Redd: You think he got smth valuable?

Strife: You know…He is a lieutenant and older than you? You should show more-

Cuyan: *aggressively signs with his hands and growls quietly* I know you, kriffer! You are still alive?!

Fork: *lightens up as he recognizes Cuyan, his gaze softening. He signs back* Can’t die yet… people need help…

Redd: You know him, Cuyan?

Cuyan: We once had a joint mission together. That kriffer almost got bombed *grumbles but a smirk sneaks on to his lips*

Sticker: Cuyan you can smile?!

Redd: Pshhhht, Sticker! Don’t mention it or he will become an asshole again

Cuyan: ... *growls, his hands clenching into fists*

Strife: … *ignores them and looks at Stitch * Can you give Fork a checkup? His medic is a shabuir

Stitch: Of course. Sir, if you would follow me

Fork: *becomes pale and shakes his head, nervously smiling*

Strife: Why do I always have to do this with everyone? *walks towards Fork and just picks him up as if he were a little tooka instead of a grown man *

Fork: *tries to wiggle out of Strife’s grip *

Another quote

Sticker: It’s so warm

Cuyan: You could let go of me *tries to push the younger vod away*

Redd: You think Strife has new sweets in his stash?

Stitch: I bet his roommate already cleared that

Redd: … Hey Cuyan

Cuyan:

Redd: You are ugly

Stitch: We literally have the same faces…

Redd: Yet I manage to look hotter than you all

Sticker: Really?

Redd: Yea- wait what do you mean really? Sticker!

Sticker: It’s good that you love yourself so much, Redd

Redd: I mean-

Sticker: Hold on to it because no one else will-

Stitch: Wow wow wow Sticker.. Cuyan you are rubbing off on him!

Cuyan: *grins dark* He ain't wrong

Redd: Oh you piece of osik, I will-

Strife: …I will beat you all up, if you start to fight each other again. We got a new mission in the lower levels

Redd: Hell yeah! Finally!

#oc squad #rainbow squad #oc: strife #oc: cuyan #oc: redd #oc: sticker #oc: stitch #coruscant guards #oc: fork #sw ocs #ness ocs #star wars incorrect quotes #star wars #tcw #sw tcw #this became longer than intended #the whole squad is a menace and strife has to deal with it every day

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hardcasescyarika · 11 months

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This is kind of a basis for a fanfic I plan on writing, but I wanted to see what people thought of it first.

Rex had never liked the quiet before, it had always reminded him of all he'd lost, now more than ever as he walked into the empty barracks of the Resolute, the barracks that used to be filled with the laughter and joking of his brothers and his sister.....Fives, Echo, Hardcase, Tup, Kix, and Ahsoka all gone. Even though he had gotten Echo back for a short time, he was taken from him again in the blink of an eye. The only person Rex could really count on was Cody, or so he thought.

Time skip

After the Tribunal crashed, Rex and Ahsoka went to search the wreckage, hoping to find survivors....they weren't so lucky. As they moved further and further into the star destroyer, all they found were the body's of thier Brothers. Rex didn't know many of his men personally anymore. He had learned a long time ago that that only makes it hurt more when they die. So it wasn't until he found Jesse's body that he truly mourned for the losses on the ship. For Jesse was the last remnants of the original 501st and of Rex's closest brothers, the ones that Fives had deemed "Rex's inner circle." Rex would never admit it because he didn't want to incourage Fives, but he actually liked the name.

Ahsoka had told him that she couldn't feel Anakin or Obi-wan anymore, and that could only mean on thing that the remnants of the 501st had finished the job that Rex couldn't. He didn't even want to think about the 212th. He just prayed that Cody hadn't been directly responsible for Obi-wans death. He knew how close his brother was to his general.

After burying the dead they headed to the core world's where they got word of Padme Amidalas death, since Rex was one of the few people who officially knew about the marriage of Padme Amidala and Anakin Skywalker he knew that if she was dead and the world wasn't burning as they speak then Anakin must be gone too. They traveled to Naboo and attended the funeral, there Ahsoka ran into Bail Organa, who gave Rex information on where he might find the bad batch. Soon after the funeral, Rex and Ahsoka parted ways, as much as it hurt Rex to leave her he knew it was for the best.

It had been several months since his last encounter with the bad batch to remove their inhibitor chips. Since then, his hair had grown well past regulation length, which to Rex symbolized his desertion from the Empire or Republic or whatever, he'd stopped caring who he was fighting a long time ago. His hair was also long enough now to wear the blue bandana that 99 had given him when he was a cadet. One of the last times Rex had talked to 99 before his death 99 had told him that a young defective cadet admired Rex so much from the stories 99 told him that he got a bandana of his own except his was red.

His current mission was to find Cody, he'd found out recently that most of the high-ranking clones, like Cody had been made into purge troopers.Rex had already rescued Wolffe and left him with Gregor back on courasant. Rex was currently tracking one of said purge troopers to Ord Mantell.

When he landed, he made his way to Cids bar, where he was greeted with hugs from both Wrecker and Omega. "Rex, I missed you."

"I missed you too, Vod'ika."You've grown a lot since last time."

"I sure have. Also, what's vod'ika mean?"

"It means little sister or brother in mandoa."

"Why are you here again so soon, Rex?" Hunter asked curiously.

"Yeah, I'd like to think it's because you missed your favorite Vod'ika, but I assume that's not it." Echo added jokingly.

"As good as it is to see you Echo your right that's not why I'm here, I'm here because I tracked a purge trooper to Ord Mantell, a purge trooper I belive to be Cody.

Time skip

"This isn't you, Cody, it's your chip, I know you're still in there, Cody. u just have to fight it." Rex screamed, tears streaming down his face as he held a blaster level with the chest of his closest brother.

"Good soldiers follow orders." That was all Rex needed to hear. As he fired at the brother that meant the world to him, he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.

Rex opened his eyes and ran to his brother, his blaster bolts had hit their mark just as they always did.

Through tear stained eyes, Rex could see that Cody was trying to say something. "It's not your fault, Rex, it's mine, I wasn't strong enough.. i wasn't strong like you were i failed you Vod'ika " "And tell my Cyar'ika, tell Obi-wan that I'm sorry."

#the clone wars #captain rex #arc trooper echo #commander cody #long post

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thefoundationproject · 29 days

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Re Read Wholly Unprofessional again.

First of all never getting over Bacara and Rex. I Love Love. It's so funny because Rex we expect to be So Much, but when Bacara RESPONDS!? Truly two idiots in love lol. Thinking about them all giggly smiley composing their love letters to eachother Tactical Insight Reports For The Benefit Of The GAR 🫡. Bly helping Rex because that's his baby brother and Bly is a romantic at heart. Feel like Aayla would agree.

Kot to Cody and Doom and Fox and all the others who have to witness it all though. Tbf Cody did it to himself soo.

Also Ow at Forwards Someone Hug Them 💔

Second of all LMAO Ponds is going through IT

Priority Response

Ponds: I don’t quite remember ASKING YOUR OPINION Commander Bacara.

and,

Priority Response

Neyo: The IMPORTANT question here is: where can I get myself a hot little Captain sidearm to impress with my kill count. I’m asking for me.

Priority Response

Ponds: Excuse me, what.

Vod'ika Defilers and Vod'ika Defiler Enablers Oh My!

The relazation for Ponds that Cody KNEW! 17 KNEW! NEYO KNEW!Traitors all! Ponds' Less Favorite Vode List getting crowded. At this point I see him going down the list of all the people who could've known putting a little :( Just for future refrence.... Casually asking some CC like hey weren't you on the same ARC training range....?

But VAUGHN MY BABY!!!

Lol at Neyos What? x 5. He fully short circuited. He Was Kidding Rex! It Was A JOKE REX! How dare you call him out?

Imagine Vaughn starts messaging him, sparkle, sunshine and all. And Everytime Neyo is trying! so! hard! to be Cool Suave Spy. And Everytime Vaughn gets him all spluttering blushing kicking feet.

And he's like "This time I'll catch him off guard HE won't know what to with HIMSELF". Writing The Perfect Message only for Vaughn to answer in .2 seconds with something that has Neyo screaming into his pillow. How does he do it?!

Vaughn sitting there watching the Neyo is writing... begin and stop endlessly. Grinning like a fool so excited to talk to him about anything and everything and nothing but Neyo is so careful and feeling emotion(s), so he needs timeee. So Vaughn waits with anticipation. Turns out they're talking about the newest change to some obscure tiny blaster part or something lol. But The Subtext Potential....

(Wasn't one of the like three canon things about Neyo that he and Bacara worked on some speeder tactics or something? Imagine Vaughn compliments those and gives feedback. Neyo is so impressed but oh no feelings catching!?!)

Sorry for The Wall but it's such a ride every time i read your fics again, it's like it's the first time! Always something new to appreciate. Thank you❤️

Hello!!! Thank you very kindly! Everyone expects Rex to be a shebs about things but no one expects it from Bacara. So no one suspects it coming and Bacara can just roll up and drop the shebsiest moment and stroll away. That first moment when one sees a message and realizes 'oh this isn't JUST am update' .... my heart, it's exploded. I squee for them. So very much.

Bly is not the brother that would hide a body for you. Bly would supervise the body hiding and tell you what you're doing wrong that wpuld get you caught, because the best way to learn is by doing it yourself. A+ brothering, in my opinion. He’s also naturally ride or die. Because Rex IS still his baby brother. Also 2.0 .... it's really funny watching "Cody is typing" and imaging how that annoyed eye twitch of his is going. Very entertaining.

At some point in the future, the very distant future, long after even the most paranoid have stopped anticipating it, Ponds will attack. And everyone will RUE THIS DAY. Including Wolffe who by necessity will just have to be caught in the splash damage. Ponds feels bad, really he does, just so dreadfully awful, but he couldn't risk the others being alerted. So some Wolffes had to be collateral damage and that was just a sacrifice Ponds was willing to make. As for getting Neyo, well Fox is already In Too Deep in the Edee prank war, it would be incredibly simple for Ponds to hide his plots behind Fox's misdeeds. Ponds knows how to play the excruciatingly long game but then he hits everyone all at once. He's sitting in his observation room surrounded by screens, cackling while Fox finally understands the true depth of Ponds' deviousness. Truly terrifying.

I imagine that at this point Rex at least somewhat knows Neyo. Well enough to say 'MY TIME HAS COME'. I'm entirely sure he's been plotting how to socialize/distract the in-law and all of a sudden the perfectest opportunity presented itself. And what is Torrent if not opportunistic? Vaughn is starlight and sunshine and whiskers on kittens and it's endlessly amusing to me to throw him at Neyo and say "catch". 🤣

Thank you so very much!!!!!

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battlekilt · 1 year

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The thought of Commander "Not My Vod'ika" Cody being the first person to step between dogpiles on Anakin and everyone else.

Not that he won't hold Skywalker accountable. Just...

Let's back up and let me explain, as I've done with @spacingstars and I think @ninjigma:

My current thought process is Cody being grumpy around Anakin and about Anakin, but in that playful way he is about Obi-Wan, just more... Anakin is little brother. Despite being... 2–4 inches taller than Cody, depending on how tall I make Anakin. Anyway.

It comes down to the concept of Cody also being a very observant young man, and he not only knows Kenobi well, but he's also figured out how both his General and Rex's space wizard tic.

Specifically, Cody knows that when General Kenobi gets anxious and starts on his own spiral, he becomes incredibly self-critical, and when it comes to Anakin... it often comes down to him listing his criticisms about Skywalker. What Anakin struggles to see and Cody has figured out is that Kenobi gets hung up on Skywalker's shortcomings because Obi-Wan holds himself to blame.

When Obi-Wan starts in on Anakin, he's driven by a need to make sure he's done well by Anakin, and anything not smoothed out in his Padawan is ultimately, as the Master, his fault.

If there is a kerfuffle when Rex and Anakin's relationship is revealed, it isn't hard to picture Obi-Wan doing an Obi-Wan and laying in on Anakin. Our Chosen One would, of course, start to weep, and get sulky.

This means little can be done to address the actual issue. Cody's solution? He probably has many. Most of the time it is to distract the Jedi Master. However, this is the same Clone who bodily flung himself at Grievious. Meaning, he isn't above distracting Kenobi by picking a verbal fight.

However, most likely, I see Cody showing his calm, simple, military focus and just... in so many words, telling Obi-Wan to calm the eff down. Usually, it is Cody who is the hot-headed one between them.

Cody's actions as a buffer isn't just to aid his General or keep focus on the issue. It is also... Skywalker may not be his General of choice, but he is... Little Brother, and Anakin is Favorite Little Brother's Jedi "Little Brother" General—and for some Force-forsaken reason—that Favorite Little Brother has chosen to...

That's as far as Cody will let me write. He will make commentary under his breath about how he "raised" Rex better than this. To which, the Captain will remind his illustrious brother that they didn't become friends until they were roughly 9 years old (18th cycle); Cody didn't raise him. Or remarks about how he thought Rex would have better tastes—"What would you rather, Cody? General Kenobi?"

Cody just has to say:

Either way...

The idea of Cody being both Mr. Grumpy Cat Commander that cracks jokes about Skywalker being chaos on two legs, but he'll also:

Because, as with all Little Brothers—Don't hit his little brother, it is HIS job to hit his Little Brother.

And if this is Favorite Little Brother's Chosen One(TM)—Is this who Rex has decided to make The Stupid Face(TM)* to? He can't have Kenobi self-sabotage himself AND the Obnoxious General, can he?

Look, I love imagining Cody and Anakin's friendship as complicated and multilayered—it fits with Anakin, and it fits with how I characterize Cody. I think they deserve a relationship that isn't what it seems, but it has a good foundation.

Why? At the core, I don't like the Clones being the super informed Mindful Ones who do everything right, all the time. But, I do like to explore how they are absent of some of the same foibles we may have, and can't been infected with certain social ails the way we have—e.g their relationship with the concept of Gender being very simple, basic, but mutable and adaptable. Or that they haven't been inducted into the galaxy's larger rape culture. On one hand, I love the idea of them being socially impressionable, but also... sheltered in a way that makes it easy for them to put aside some things. So, they pick up on things quickly.

They aren't experienced, well-informed, and quite progressive like the Jedi Order would be. However, they also aren't burdened with the same bigotry others have because they grew up incredibly sheltered and isolated.

Thus, Cody does not see the point in dressing Skywalker down, while everyone is in an emotional statement, to the point where emotions continue to escalate detrimentally. It does more harm than good, makes it harder for them to go through the issues later, and just...

It is that remnants of Cody's childhood:

Never hurt another brother.**/***

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*The Stupid Face is the Clone colloquialism for... basically, heart eyes.

**Certain military regulations and their mandated punishments are another thing. Don't be a traitor, and don't desert—though, to Cody, deserters ARE traitors.

*** From Legends, we know that the Kaminoans had VERY strict rules about the Clones being prematurely harmed. It took a lot for Jango to get them to permit Commandos to be trained with live-rounds at all.

#rexwalker #clone: cody #clone: rex #attachment: cody & anakin #jedi: kenobi

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