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Atticus & Echo: Intro

Seventy Nines buzzed with a vibrant energy, a commodity that was slowly on the decline as the war continued onwards into what felt like oblivion. But this place was . . . an escape. That was probably the best term for it.

The pounding music, the intensity of the flashing lights, it almost mirrored an illusion of the battlefield, and yet . . . it was treated entirely the opposite way, with a calming environment where soldiers could relax and let loose. Instead of ducking for cover, clones could lounge about and leisurely sip their drinks as they absorbed the pulsing noise rather than try to hide from them.

That’s where most of the 501st now resided. Sitting together in a cramped booth, Fives found himself and his batchmate Echo wedged between Jesse and Kix while Rex was perched at the head of the table in a single chair he’d pulled to the table for himself. Not a moment later did Hardcase come scampering back to their table, Fives and Kix’s refiled drinks clutched between his jittery hands along with his own. Once placed on the table Fives quickly snatched his half-empty drink before his vod could spill anymore, making a mental note to send Kix to retrieve their next round considering the medic’s infamously steady hands.

Over the loud music, Jesse muttered some kind of joke that caused Echo to chuckle, but over the ecstatic music, Fives couldn’t quite make out what he said.

His attention was caught when Rex swiveled around in his chair, clearly catching sight of someone at the packed bar nearby, the Captain’s face immediately lightening up. “Hey, boys!” He cheered, barely turned in their direction as he addressed them, “there’s someone here I want you to meet!”

With that, Rex cupped both hands over his mouth and shouted loudly over the thumping beat; “Atty!”

Fives caught sight of a head swiveling towards their direction at the shout of the name. A short woman of surprisingly strong build, with dark brown locks tucked into two high buns that sat at the top of her head. She wore a pair of baggy-yet-classy pants that Fives thinks was meant to be some kind of fashion statement that she actually pulled off rather well. Her eyes seemed to catch onto the collection of half-kitted blue armor and a familiar blonde clone that made a friendly smile cross her lips as she started towards them.

Fives turned his head to share a curious glance with his brother, but was shocked to see Echo’s eyes remained completely and utterly stationary on the approaching stranger. Fives knew that look in his vod’s eyes before that woman even reached within a ten feet of their table. And something foreign churned in his stomach when he glanced back at the charming smile that came nearer and nearer — the kind of smile that, with the more you looked at it, felt like a loth-wolf smiling at its next meal.

Distrust, that was the sickly feeling that was beginning to brew inside him. He didn’t trust her, and he didn’t even know her name.

Fives opted to remain quiet as he watched her come up next to Rex, placing a friendly hand on the Captain’s shoulder as she greeted them with a, “Hiya boys!” Based on her accent, she wasn’t from Coruscant, but with their vast galaxy that didn’t tell Fives too much.

“Gentlemen,” Rex said, the word half a taunt, half a warning. “This here is Medical Officer Atticus Titan, she’s just been reassigned from the 212th to the 501st.”

“Nice to meet you all,” She wiggled her fingers as she continued to beam that blindingly clever smile. “I’ve heard quite a few things about you lot.”

Jesse, who was sitting on the opposite side of her cocked a brow, asking, “What kind of things?”

Atticus pressed her lips together, as if concealing a giggle as she replied, “Let’s just say the only thing General Kenobi told me when signing off my transfer papers was “Good luck.””

That elicited a chuckle from everyone at the table, so Fives forced a smile to his lips, although beneath it his doubts only continued to swirl.

She glanced down at Rex, who had placed a gentle hand on her back, telling him, “I better rejoin my group,” Rex nodded in understanding, and Fives watched cautiously as she bent down and whispered something in the Captain’s ear that made his face go rigid for a second, but an expression he covered almost as quickly as he showed it.

He could see Jesse and Kix share a suspicious look at the exchange, mind following the same track as Fives. They hadn’t missed how Rex called her “Atty”, a clear nickname for her first name. The lack of professionalism in how he addressed her was rather telling, and the table quickly came to the same conclusion. That this Atticus and their Captain were possibly — oh, how did Hardcase so wisely put it . . ? Ah, yes. “Scrubbing his blaster together.” That was how he put it.

When Atticus stood up straight again, she flashed another brilliant smile as she bid them a, “Have a good night, boys!” before walking back to where she’d come from.

“I requested him to join the 501st a whole cycle ago,” Rex explained to them, “He’s the best damn medic I know.”

They ignored Kix’s slightly offended scoff, instead focusing on Fives’s next question, ““He”? I thought you said “she”?”

Rex shook his head, “Atticus is gender fluid,” he began to explain, “His terms change. Sometimes he feels more feminine, other times more masculine, his pronouns change with it.” Fives realized that must have been what he’d whispered in Rex’s ear.

Hardcase’s brow creased, “How do you know when he changes? Doesn’t that get difficult?”

“Not if you’re a di’kut about it,” Rex scolded as Hardcase received a smack to the back of his head by Kix next to him. “Atticus is pretty understanding, he’ll correct you if you make a mistake, but won’t get pissed or anything. And usually the more time you spend with him, the easier it is to tell on your own.”

Jesse arched an eyebrow as he glanced over at Titan, who was now standing by the bar again, laughing at something some fellow clone from the 187th had said to him. “You’ve been spending a lot of time around ‘em then, Captain?”

When their eyes fell back on Rex, and even under the warm hued lights they couldn’t miss the scarlet that painted his tan cheeks.

Kix arched an eyebrow as well (a seemingly common trait in the Fett genes) asking Rex, “You hit that, Captain?”

Rex rolled his eyes, but his blush did not fade. “No need to be so crude, vod.”

“So you did hit that,” Hardcase summed, and when Rex failed to answer, their small table erupted in a series of proud cheers and encouraging pounds on the table.

“Alright, alright,” Rex cut off their celebrations in his honor with a quick wave of his arms, bringing his brothers to silence again. “It was a while ago, it’s been over for some time now.”

That’s when Echo spoke up for the first time, Fives nearly jumping out of his skin, completely forgetting about his batch mate sitting next to him. “What happened?” he asked quietly, the timidness to his voice almost completely earned him his name. Fives knew why he was so shy about his inquiries into this Atticus, and he didn’t like it one bit.

Rex took a sip of his drink as he shrugged. “We kinda just fiddled out. We agreed we were probably better as friends.”

“And are you?” Kix asked curiously, Rex giving him a taunting glare.

“Do I look overly heartbroken to you?” Rex shot back, making Jesse shrug in response.

“No more then usual,” That evoked another laugh from the 501st, however Fives found it harder to focus on their continuing conversations as his suspicious gaze continued to trail Atticus across the 79s for nearly the rest of the night. He didn’t like him, he was an unknown.

Who was Atticus Titan?

Atticus didn’t like being drunk.

Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. He didn’t like not being drunk enough.

The occasional taste of burning liquor that caused your senses to tingle and your chest to lighten was fine. And the times where you consume an entire bar until your mind acts on impulse and you can finally just let go, that is also fine. But it’s the in between that he so often found himself caught in that he loathed the most. Not being drunk enough to actually be fun, and not sober enough to be thinking straight. That’s when your mind takes the worst turns, and the darkest plunges. And boy, did he have some dark alleys to turn down.

Shaking off the oppressive hopelessness that tried to plague his mind, Atticus managed to open up the door to his small apartment that sat just on the border of lower and upper Coruscant. Inconspicuous, and he liked to keep it that way.

Shrugging off his jacket and hanging it up with shaking hands, his deep sigh was cut off by the loud pinging of his personal holocommunicator, the noise only seeming more annoying in his not-nearly-intoxicated-enough state. Fishing it out as fast as he could, he stepped into the middle of the living room before answering it.

And the cold, brutal eyes that appeared sobered him up faster than any bucket of ice water and stim pack ever could.

His head dropped quickly in submission as he greeted the hologram with a timid, “Count Dooku.” The bow of the head felt wrong, it fell against every ideal Atticus had ever held for himself before then, but the fear that raked across his body easily drowned out any sense of defiance that might still linger.

“Titan,” the old man replied, his cold voice filled with such a pretentious tone, as if he were speaking to a mere insect. (Perhaps in his mind, he was.) “What have you to report?”

Atticus didn’t dare lift his head as he replied, “Nothing as of yet, Count. I’ve just been assigned to the 501st–”

“You haven’t failed to get close to the clone Captain Rex, have you?”

Atticus caught the inside of his cheek between his teeth, gnawing nervously as he tried to summon an explanation, finally replying with a quiver in his voice, “N-No, Count. It’s–It’s complicated–”

“Complicated how?” Count interrupted yet again, the venom in his voice only growing, “Your mission is a simple one. I do not have to remind you of the consequences should you fail, do I?”

Atticus shook his head furiously, “N-No, Count, no. I got close to Rex, as you ordered, but we, uh . . . I wasn’t yielding enough results from our relationship, so, I-I’ve decided on a new approach–”

“What kind of approach?” Dooku huffed impatiently.

“I-I have been assigned to the 501st,” Atticus explained, “General Skywalker’s Battalion. Perhaps there I can work my way up the ranks and–”

“This was a dangerous change of pace, Titan, that could compromise your whole mission.”

Atticus’s head dipped lower in submission, his lip quivering as he tried to muster all the courage he had to reply, “I-It won’t, Count, I promise.”

“It better not,” the Sith snarled, “For your sake . . . and for the sake of your brother. His livelihood depends on your actions.”

Atticus tried his best to prevent the tear that threatened to spill at the mention of his little brother, “I-I understand Count . . .” His mind battled for a moment before daring to ask, “M-May I see him, p-please–”

Count Dooku did not answer his question, instead warning, “Do not fail me, Titan,” before cutting off the transmission, and leaving Atticus alone in the dark.

The holocommunicator slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor loudly, but it fell on deaf ears as his heart pounded against his chest, the wave of emotions he had fought so strongly to keep at bay breaking through like a tsunami against an already bulging floodgate.

He didn’t know when his knees gave out, just that when they made painful contact with the floor, it barely registered as he slumped forward, forehead colliding forward as he began to sob into the carpet.

He . . . he was so afraid. What was he going to do? What if he failed? What if he was caught? The Republic would kill him, at the very least . . . and his little brother, who he’d been looking out for the past ten years since their parents were killed . . . he had already failed him. He couldn’t let him die, he won’t.

Perhaps cutting things off with Rex had been a mistake, but it was a moment of weakness. He let himself get wrapped up in feelings, and instead of doing what a proper spy should do and continue to exploit that man’s emotions, he’d let him go.

Stupid, foolish, idiotic, Atticus caught himself scoulding himself internally. Your brother will die if you don’t get it together.

But, Maker, he was just so scared. And . . . and so alone.

No, he won’t let it happen. He wasn’t alone as long as his brother was still out there. He was going to save him, finish what Dooku wanted and take him home. Atticus wouldn’t give up, he couldn’t.

And he won’t.

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Megan&Tup: intro

Fives swears his brother’s mouth hits the weirdly sticky floor next to the bar of 79s when the Wolfpack’s favorite bounty hunter walks by.

“Close your mouth you di’kut,” Fives softly hits the side of Tup’s head. “Women aren’t attracted to fish.”

“Or creeps who stare at them,” Jesse adds.

“I-I wasn’t staring,” Tup unconvincingly lies before taking a nervous sip of his fizzy drink. The rest of the legion cut him off from alcohol after two drinks, claiming he was still just a kid and couldn’t handle it. But Tup knew that most of them couldn’t handle much more alcohol than him.

Out of the corner of his eye he can see the pretty bounty hunter settling between the Wolfpack’s Commander and Sergeant.

“You will not believe what this one bounty did-“

“Megan...” Wolffe warns. There was a rule about her talking about her jobs. If Wolffe didn’t hear it, he wouldn’t need to lie about knowing anything about it.

“Fine,” she pouts, leaning closer to Sinker. Her fling with the commander had died off a few months ago when a new jedi started working with the wolfpack, but the sergeant and other members of the pack were just glad the commander no longer had the bounty hunter to himself. “I’m going to get a drink. Do you boys want anything?”

She receives a chorus of no’s before heading towards the bar. Tup fumbles his drink a little when he notices she’s about to come stand next to him. “Do we need to get you down to one drink, Tup?” Fives jokes as Tup wipes up his spilled fizzy.

“Shut up,” Tup squeaks, side eyeing the bounty hunter. Megan drops her helmet on the bar counter and Tup jumps a little at the sound. She eyes the trooper curiously, he’s practically shaking from his nerves.

“You alright there...?”

“Tup!” he answers a little too loudly. She gives an amused smirk, he would be fun to mess with. Fives and Jesse cringe as they watch their vod’ika thoroughly embarrass himself.

“You okay, Tup?”

“Y-Yeah!” His cheeks feel like they are about to set on fire.

“His eyes look they’re gonna pop out of his head,” Jesse mumbles to Fives who is just shaking his head.

“You have really pretty eyes,” The bounty hunter softly taps Tup’s cheek and he swears he’s about to explode into flames.

“Uh...” he stares blankly at her until the bartender comes over and gives Tup a second to at least try and pull himself together.

“I’ll have what he’s having.” Megan points to Tup’s drink.

“It-It’s just a fizzy.” Tup manages to speak semi clearly.

“That’s okay, sometimes getting shit faced isn’t fun,” she replies with a shrug. “Makes somethings harder to do.”

“L-Like what?” Tup asks innocently.

“Bounty hunting, cleaning blasters...”

“Cleaning blasters?”

“Oh, Force, Tup.” Fives groans.

Megan lets out a small laugh at the joke going over his head. The bartender brings back her drink and she takes a quick sip before opening her mouth to continue to tease the trooper.

“You know-“ Her words disappear with a gasp as her drinks spills over her chest from a solid body knocking into her. “Saxon scum.” The trooper grumbles.

“I think you have the wrong person,” Megan replies calmly. Tup glances down at her clenched fist that sits on the bar counter. He looks back at Fives and Jesse with wide eyes, but he can tell they don’t know what to do either. “Running and hiding doesn’t change the fact that you’re still-“ the instigator chokes on his words as she holds the blaster to his neck, but he quickly collects himself.

“Looks like something a Saxon would do, especially one that’s scum enough to become a bounty hunter too.” Her face twists into a sneer and she nearly pulls the trigger, but Sinker rushes over and pulls her arm away.

“It’s not worth it,” Sinker shakes his head at her. She takes a deep breath before sliding the blaster back into its holster. Tup watches as the bounty hunter and sergeant walk out of the bar like nothing happened. The clone across from Tup rubs his neck where the cold medal was pressed just moments ago.

“She left her helmet.” Tup acknowledges as he turns back to his vode.

“Go bring it to her.” Fives encourages with a grin.

“So he can embarrass himself more?” Jesse questions.

“No, he’s going to bring it to her and ask for her name and comm link if she’ll give it to him.” Fives shoves the helmet into Tup’s arms and begins guiding the younger clone to the exit.

“F-Fives,” Tup gives a nervous look before his ori’vod pushes him out of the doorway into the streets where Sinker and the bounty hunter stand. They both turn towards the Private as he cautiously walks over. “Y-You left this.”

“Oh! Thank you, Tup.” she gives a small smile.

“Of course,” Tup nods shyly, cheeks beginning to burn up again. “I-I’m sorry that di’kut said those things about you.”

Megan blinks, a little surprised by his words, what did he have to be sorry for?

“I’ve heard worse,” she shrugs.

“You think that reaction was bad? You won’t believe what she can really do when angry.” Sinker jokes.

“Don’t scare him off just yet.” Megan laughs.

“Y-You won’t.” Tup blurts out, managing to make the bounty hunter laugh again.

“You’re cute, Tup.” She winks before leaning in to give a soft kiss on the trooper’s cheek. Tup can’t believe this is how he’s going to die. Not by a droid’s blaster, but by a compliment and a kiss on the cheek. Sinker stifles a laugh at the younger trooper’s reaction. Sinker knows that look too well. Tup barely processes the fact she’s walking away, too shocked from the kiss on the cheek.

“Wait!” He calls out a little too loudly, but it grabs her attention and makes her turn around.

“Wh-What’s your name?”

“Megan,” she replies. “And if you don’t want a blaster or punch to the face, the last name is Mar.”- Just when Tup thinks his cheeks have cooled down.

“...and that’s what she meant by cleaning blasters,” Fives summarizes.

“Oh.”

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Fives&Liana Kestrel Intro: “One Thousand Credits”

Birth Name: Liana Kestrel

Species: Human

Homeworld: Coruscant

Occupation: Black Market Technology Service Provider & Codebreaker

hi everyone! welcome to my first ever fic! this is a fives x agent!oc series. it is formatted in third person because i personally prefer third person over second person (y/n) fics when writing. i hope you enjoy regardless and you love my oc liana as much as i do!

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ARC Trooper Fives was pissed.

To be fair, this was a regular occurrence.

But Captain Rex still took note of the scorn on his face, illuminated by the holoprojection in the intelligence office.

The ARC Trooper fixated on the steady stream of intel: 40 GBs of misconduct files detailing foolproof false identification measures, unauthorized Banking Clan transactions, viruses carefully crafted for Republic software, and cowardly crimes against the Republic, Fives thought to himself.

Captain Rex waited patiently for the snarky response bound to escape his brother’s lips.

Fives peered at the file’s label. “Liana Kestrel...what is this, a fuel company?”

General Skywalker kept a straight face. “No, it’s actually a cruise line.”

“Are you sure? I thought it was a star system,” General Kenobi teased.

“I don’t care what it is,” Fives snarled. “What does it want with the Republic?”

“It’s a girl, and Liana Kestrel is her name,” Rex corrected.

“Yeah, I’d like to have a talk with her parents,” Fives hissed. “For giving her that whack-ass name and for raising her to be such a coward.”

“Stay focused, Fives,” Anakin insisted.

If looks could kill, Fives had just murdered the Chosen One. “Says the one who just called her a boat.”

Anakin stifled a laugh as his Captain sighed. “Vod, if you’re quite finished, we have a debriefing to begin.”

The ARC Trooper sighed and swallowed hard, his left hand clenched into a fist. “Awaiting orders, sir.”

The captain continued. “Kestrel is the name of a known criminal based in the lower levels of Coruscant.”

“These files show years of misconduct, and she hasn’t even seen a minute of jail time,” Echo chimed in.

“Just when we think we’ve caught her, she slips through our fingers like sand.” Rex sighed. “I’ve gotta hand it to her—the kid’s a genius.”

“She’d be a powerful asset for sure,” Obi-Wan agreed. “We just can’t let her abilities fall into the wrong hands.”

“Which is just what we were thinking.” Anakin gestured to his Captain. “Rex and I were going to dispatch the ARC Troopers Echo and Fives on a special assignment to locate Kestrel. From there, the troopers can capture and interrogate her in order to determine the best course of action.”

Fives didn’t miss a beat. “I’m in.”

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“I’m in,” Liana whispered to herself.

She peered at the words etched on the holoscreen of her apartment’s office:

CLIENT STATUS: PENDING

SUBJECT: CLASSIFIED

NOTES: MEETING AT 8AM CEST. MISSION DEBRIEF AT CHOSEN LOCATION. ENCODE LOCATION BELOW.

REWARD: 1,000 REPUBLIC CREDITS

One thousand credits. She could pay rent consistently and legally for three whole months, and maybe even eat something other than pirated government rations for at least a week.

Sick.

The girl blew a strand of tawny hair out of her face as she drafted her reply. 2187 LWR LVL LFT.

Sent. Done.

Liana strolled to the balcony and let her hair fall down her back. “One thousand credits,” Liana whispered to herself. The words sounded strangely familiar on her tongue...

A young Liana gazed out the window as the ships soared by, the zoom noise muffling the clanking of utensils at the dinner table for just a moment.

“If I had one thousand credits, I would buy a ship,” young Liana announced to her family. “Fly wherever I wanted. Visit every star system in the galaxy.”

She heard her father’s low chuckle. “You sound just like your mother.” His face broke into a sad smile, and Liana felt hers do the same.

“What would you do with one thousand credits, Daddy?” her little sister sang.

Her father sighed with contentment. “I would take you girls to where I met your mother. Dex’s diner down in the lower levels. We could get a burger every Friday for the rest of our lives.”

Liana sighed at the happy memory, so entranced by the sound of her late family’s voices and the taste of diner fries that it took her a moment to realize she forgot to encode her message to the client. When she spun back towards her apartment, she didn’t notice the t-shaped visor staring back at her until it was too late.

She watched a blaster spit out an azure ring and felt it pierce her chest. What she didn’t feel was her body hitting the ground.

—

Liana swore she could hear the searing pain in her temple as her eyes fluttered open.

She reached to clutch her face, only to find her arms clamped together at her lower back. She struggled to free herself, wincing at the sound of the clanking metal against the cold concrete floor.

Suddenly, she heard the whiz of a ray shield deactivate. There stood a familiar face staring back at her—but it wasn’t a face at all. It was an off-white helmet, splattered with streaks of red and blue and etched with a thin black visor—a clone, she realized.

Fives stared at the small figure staring back at him. The same figure he had carried from the lower levels of Coruscant to a Republic gunship to this cell on the Resolute. He hadn’t gotten a good look at her face...until now.

He could see the anger in her eyes, but more importantly the pain and fear that she tried to hide. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest. She’s cute, for someone who I thought was a gas station…

Wait. Stop. She’s a coward. A criminal. No more slip-ups. He was glad for the anonymity of his bucket as he blinked his thoughts away.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the girl—Liana—beat him to it.

“Who are you, and where am I?” she pleaded.

“I could ask you the same thing,” the ARC Trooper snarled.

Liana looked puzzled. “You don’t know where we are?”

Oh right. Kriff. That was a dumb comeback. Uh…what do I say…

“Well, maybe I do know where we are, but I hardly know anything about who you claim to be, Liana Kestrel.”

She paused. “So you know where we are and who I am.”

Fives sighed. “Just drop it, will you?” He stepped towards her, grabbing her arm and gently helping her to her feet. “Come with me and don’t say a word and we’ll all get along fine.”

“Fair enough,” Liana mumbled.

As the ARC Trooper yanked on her arm, guiding her out of the cell and through the corridor, Liana scanned the walls for any sort of screen or control panel. Nothing. There’s no getting out of this one, she thought.

Fives was careful to divert his gaze away from the woman (whose head only reached the top of his shoulders) and solely on the path ahead of him before they reached the intelligence office.

Liana peered at its door controls and watched as the ARC Trooper rested his hand against the transparent red screen, unlocking the door with a puff of air.

Fascinating.

“Huh?” the clone asked.

I said that out loud?

“N-nothing,” Liana mumbled as the ARC practically dragged her into the office.

All eyes were on her as she stepped into the room. Two men—one in his early twenties clad in dark plastoid and a smirk, and the other in his late thirties with a red symbol etched on a pad of his armor—stared back at her. Her gaze shifted to the silver cylinders hooked to their belts.

Lightsabers.

Jedi.

Anakin Skywalker. Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Oh shit.

“Huh?” Anakin asked.

Not again. She certainly hadn’t meant to curse in front of the kriffing Hero With No Fear.

“M-my bad,” she stuttered again. This is not good, she thought.

Fives felt Liana start to tremble. “Everything alright, ma’am?”

She paused for a second, and then swallowed hard. She was terrified. Tears threatened to fall.

She did the only thing she could in that moment—be brutally honest.

“No. Not at all.”

“Well, at least she’s straight to the point,” Obi-Wan remarked.

“You should take notes,” Anakin quipped. Liana heard the ARC Trooper chuckle.

Liana wasn’t impressed. “Why am I here?”

“It’s quite simple, actually,” Anakin responded. “You have done quite a few things that have garnered the Republic’s attention.”

Liana felt the ARC Trooper grip her arm impossibly harder with Anakin’s comment.

She felt her throat close. “Just lock me up already, will you?” she croaked.

Obi-Wan smiled. “Believe me, we’ve tried.” She heard a whoosh before a holoprojector illuminated the wall, showcasing a file labeled with her name and a downpour of accurate accusations. “The Republic has been trying to locate you for some time. Had it not been for a small breach in your encryptions this morning, you would have slipped through our fingers yet again.”

“So what are you waiting for now? Get on with it,” she pleaded.

“You misread me.” The Jedi sighed. “What I mean is, no one matches your skillset in any capacity here in the Grand Army. We’ve been looking for someone with your talents to no avail, and we can’t afford to lose any more time or any more intelligence to you.”

Liana was still confused. “So what are you proposing?”

“An alliance,” Anakin answered. “A job with the Grand Army. Free housing, food, and all of the above for as long as you serve. And a chance to put that talent of yours to good use.”

Liana scanned the area. She was in the same room as a Republic soldier and two of the greatest Jedi in the galaxy. There was no way she was getting out of this place, let alone alive. So, she took the only choice she had.

“I’m in. Just one more thing.”

“And what is that?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Where’s my one thousand credits?”

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Raea Cordelia&Fox: Intro

Birth Name: Raea Cordelia

Born: 48 BBY

Species: Human

Homeworld: Stewjon (Location: Stewjon System)

Occupation: Senator in the Galactic Republic, representing the Stewjon system - (including the planet of Colstev)

Affiliations: The Cordelia Family, Galactic Republic, Refugee Relief Movement, Loyalist Committee, Resistance Movement of Stewjon, Resistance Movement of Colstev, Representatives for Unity Program, Intergalactic Relations Committee, People for the Fight Against Colonization, Coruscant Advisory Committee, Movement to End Galactic Hunger, Preservation of the Galactic Arts Committee, Movement to-

“Maker, how many damn committees and movements is this girl a part of?”

“Easy, Commander.” Thorn chuckled as he set down the cup of caf he’d brought up for his vod. “That’s a senator you’re talking about.”

Fox had to physically stop his eyes from rolling into the back of his head. He was a Coruscanti guardsman, an elite shock trooper, the best of the best. And yet here he was reading through the file and preparing for his next assignment: babysitting duty. The Chancellor had signed off on the orders himself. Senator Cordelia was apparently unorthodox, loud about her opinions, and unyielding in her ideologies. She spoke out against the Separatists, the Trade Federation, even some of the other Senators in the Republic. Because of this she was one of the biggest targets in the Galactic Senate.

“I can’t believe they have you on guard duty for one measly senator.” Thorn briefly looked over the file laid out on Fox’s desk, his eyes growing wide at the list of affiliations his Commander had been referring to. He let out a low whistle.

Fox couldn’t agree more. “Word is she’s been receiving death threats from all over. The Separatists aren’t exactly being quiet about their feelings toward her.”

“But why you?”

He’d been asking himself that question as well. He told Thorn the same thing he’d been telling himself since finding out about the assignment. “I honestly have no clue.”

“Here’s to finding out, I guess.” Thorn lifted his cup of caf before downing the rest of it.

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They were supposed to meet the Senator more than twenty minutes ago. The instructions had been absolutely crystal clear: the Guardsmen were to meet with the Senator in her personal residence on Coruscant where they would escort her to and from her meetings and then Fox was to stay with her throughout all of her visits on Coruscant.

The Senator was late. Fox didn’t like late. Late stressed him out, made him anxious, forced his brain to create various scenarios in which he failed to do his job correctly. Late didn’t work for Fox.

He was just about to comm Thorn, who was assigned to protect the Chancellor since Fox was reassigned for the time being, when the doors to the room slid open. In walked two female humans, one dressed professionally and carrying a datapad while listing off times and names - meetings, Fox deciphered. The other one was dressed elegantly and she strode into the room without a care, barely bothering to glance at the Guards around her. It seemed more over that she hadn’t noticed them rather than that she was actively ignoring them.

“Ugh, cancel the 3 o’clock with Palpatine,” Fox nearly choked at the improper use of the Chancellor’s surname from the girl, who the hell did she think she- “and find out if we can squeeze in a late lunch with Padme or Bail. They’ve been drafting a new trade agreement and I thought Stewjon might benefit from Alder- Dove, who are these people and why are they in my flat?” She stuck her arm out to stop the two of them from walking any further into the room.

“This is your Guard that the Chancellor was, uhm, nice enough to assign to you.”

“Why would I need guards?”

“I told you this last week, the Separatists-”

“I thought that was a joke! Why did you let me laugh?!”

“Raea- Senator Cordelia- ehm,” the girl stumbled over her words, “it’s for your protection. The Separatists have been more open about their threats lately.”

The Senator rolled her eyes. Fox watched her closely as she strode across the room, throwing her shoes off and shedding the fancy silk robe that looked like it cost more than the flat they stood in. Dove caught the robe as it almost hit the ground and laid it across the large couch the Senator had now draped herself onto.

“Senator-” Fox began to speak but was interrupted by the woman in question.

“Dove, call up the Chancellor immediately and tell him I do not need a babysitter.”

Fox almost scoffed. He couldn’t agree more. But this was his job, and hell if she thought she was going to interfere with that. He had orders to follow.

“I’m sorry, she’s been up since early this morning and she hasn’t had any caf-” the PA, Dove, tried to apologize but Fox was barely listening.

“Trust me, Senator, I have no desire to babysit you anymore than you’d like to be babysat. But with the Separatists’ threats rolling in and the recent riots in the lower sectors, the Chancellor has put me in charge of making sure you’re kept safe from any threats.” Fox was smug in his reply. He’d been assigned to protect Senators before but not pretty much permanently like he had this time, and definitely not to one that seemed so-

“And trust me, Commander, everyday I wake up and argue with a bunch of grown men three times my age about tariffs and trade and planetary negotiations, all the while they mansplain and act like I have ‘so much to learn’ because I’m a young girl who’s only had this position for a short period of time. So the last thing I want is to come back to my home and argue with another grown man about what is and isn’t safe for me. The Separatists have never liked me, because I’ve never liked them and I’ve made that abundantly clear numerous times. Their threats on my life are not new to me. As for the so-called riots in the lower sectors, I have nothing to fear over a cause I fight for on the Senate floor.”

Bratty.

“You what?” Thire spoke out of turn, something Fox would have to scold him over later. Though he had asked precisely what Fox had wanted to as well. “You support those people?”

“Those people are ignored day in and day out by the government that has done nothing to help them. They struggle for fair wages and good working conditions all the while dealing with hunger and poverty the deeper into the core you get. Meanwhile the Republic spends money on an army it has no business owning-

“That army is fighting to win this war-” Fox shot back.

“Well I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news but there are no winners in war, just those who profit off of it and those who pay its price.”

“And which one would that make you, Senator?”

“I’ve fought to help those displaced and destroyed by the war. Believe me when I say I wish my system could remain neutral.”

“Then why don’t you? If you don’t like the Senate and you don’t like the Separatists it seems there’s only one option left.”

“How naive you are to think any of us have an option-”

“Ok!” Dove laughed nervously and yanked at her Senator’s arm, pulling her away from Fox - who was just noticing how close they’d been. The phrase right at each other’s throats had never been more literal. “Remember you have that….uh, meeting in thirty minutes with, uhhh, Senator-Senator... Mothma! Senator Mothma! Yes, and you have to get ready for it.”

Fox watched the Senator grumble under her breath as her PA led her away from the guards and into an adjacent room that Fox could only assume was her bedroom.

He didn’t like her. Not in the slightest. She was a privileged, spoiled, rude, bratty little outspoken, know-it-all, smart-ass, obnoxiously gorgeous-

“Commander?” It was the PA again. She stood in the doorway of the Senator’s private room. “We will be leaving in just a few moments. If you had any procedures to go through I would do them now.”

“Finish them quickly! I’d like to get going immediately!” The Senator’s voice was a muffled yell, like there was a barrier between them. She came out of the room not a few seconds later wearing a completely different outfit. How she managed to change so quickly he had no idea. Where she looked more regal before she now looked like any typical civvie off the street, albeit Fox would be able to spot her face easily in a crowd but that had nothing, nothing at all, to do with the fact that she held a different kind of beauty to her. That wasn’t his opinion, of course it wasn’t it was just a fact, or at least that’s what he told himself.

Fox huffed and motioned for Thire and Stone. They took that as the go-ahead to do a quick sweep of the hallway and lift.

“Some rules before we leave here, Senator Cordelia.” Fox watched the girl roll her eyes but choose to ignore her for the sake of time and energy. “Thire and Stone will be running sweeps before we exit and enter buildings. I’ll be at your side constantly. Don’t stop to talk to anyone, and don’t ask questions if I tell you to do something. Our top priority is your safety, as far as I’m concerned everyone is a threat until I’ve deemed otherwise.”

Senator Cordelia’s face scrunched into a mixture of annoyance and confusion. “Maker, you’re so dramatic. At my side constantly? And what if I have to use the refresher, Commander? What about when I have to bathe or change or sleep? Are you going to be there then? Should we get comfortable with each other now since we’re going to be oh so close it would seem?” She wore a smirk like a crown. With total and utter confidence.

Fox stopped something like a growl from creeping up his throat. She was going to be handful. Thire commed in to let him know it was all clear. “Let’s get moving.”

He moved the Senator and her PA into the lift quickly. When they reached the bottom they were met with Thire and Stone who walked behind them while Fox walked at the Senator’s side. Dove was messing with her datapad and Senator Cordelia was wearing that little smirk that wouldn’t seem to leave her face since they’d left her living quarters. They were out of the building and almost to the enclosed blasterproof Republic airspeeder.

Fox’s focus was broken by Stone’s modulated voice. “Sir! There’s been a security breach on the ground level.”

The actions came natural to Fox. He hardly had to think about them before the orders were leaving his mouth. “Get the Senator into the airspeeder. Thire, you’re with me. Stone, stay out here. Make sure no one gets too close.” Senator Cordelia and Dove were maneuvered into the speeder at the same moment Thire and Fox made a break for the building they’d just left.

They’d searched the entire ground floor, three times over even, but nothing came up.

“Must’ve been a system glitch. I’ll have someone check it out and reboot the systems before we come back.” Thire shrugged.

Something wasn’t right. Fox could feel it in his bones. “Get them to do a perimeter and ground sweep again before we return. Something’s off. Nothing is ever really nothing where the Republic is concerned.”

They’d made it back to Stone, who hadn’t moved from the spot they’d left him in.

“Nothing?” Fox questioned him, but Stone just shrugged. “Ugh. Let’s get going then.”

The airspeeder doors opened and Fox felt his blood run cold. If his heart had the capability to stop beating it would’ve. The inevitable migraine he was expecting had come much earlier than he thought. Fox didn’t fail. He did his job and he did it well. He was top of his class, never missed the slightest of details, hell they called him the “sly fox” for a reason. He was the head of the Coruscant's Elite Guard for a reason, he’d earned that title. But this...this was like nothing he’d ever dealt with before.

The datapad, the same on Dove - the damned PA - had been using shined bright, blinking bright red text that read: I THOUGHT YOU SAID AT MY SIDE CONSTANTLY, COMMANDER? The little animated emoji with his tongue sticking out didn’t do anything to quell his growing anger. Flashbacks played through his head of Dove stumbling over her words about the meeting with Senator Mothma, Dove messing with her datapad before they exited the building, Senator Cordelia smirking at her PA. Fierfek, she hadn’t even argued with them when they shoved her into the airspeeder.

He glanced through the airspeeder at the door on the opposite side. It’s window was completely open, wide enough for someone to climb right through it. Or someones. Two of them to be exact. Those sly little-

“Commander? What should we do?” Stone’s voice was nerve-wracked. He was supposed to be watching them, he didn’t expect they’d sneak off themselves.

Fox grumbled to himself before giving them orders. “Search the immediate surrounding areas. I want surveillance cams pulled from all street corners. We find the Senator first, no one can know she’s out without security or protection.” He waited for them to nod before yelling. “Go! Now!”

Yeah, she was definitely going to be a handful.

“Kriff.”

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The S/O + Their Clones

“Loving you will be the greatest choice I ever made.”

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Tori and Wolffe

- intro

Natalya Grace and Kix

- intro

Atticus and Echo

- intro

Megan and Tup

- intro

Liana and Fives

- intro

Raea and Fox

- intro

Nanaz and Thorn

- intro

Frannie and Hunter

- intro

Athia and Jesse

- intro

Luna and Crosshair

- intro

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Tori&Wolffe: Intro

It was my last mission for a long time. It did cost me so much but also gave me so much. Up to this day I still don’t know if I made the right decision. In the eyes of my heart, it was indeed the right decision. But in the eyes of the council it wasn’t. it was even a reason to be worried about my way in the force. Just because I saved a friend, deemed expandable by so many. But not by me. My master taught me that all life is precious and worthy of protection. And this is one of the many teachings I will always follow.

It was at the beginning of it all, of the war tearing through the galaxy that wrenched loved ones apart and destroyed homes. I never agreed with the war. We are peacekeepers. But I intend to do my part on the shared journey of all my brothers and sisters to bring balance back to the universe. In all its darkness erupted but one light massive side effect. We got to meet the clones. Brothers that loved each other dearly and that fought with us for peace.

I had already done many missions since I became a knight. My companion always being my double bladed cyan lightsaber. And the code. The code was there to guide me through it all. Well… it was supposed to guide me. To help me. But I am beginning to question it. Reason for that is the mission I mentioned at the beginning. I had the honour to be one of the first jedi to work with the Clone Force 99, also called bad batch by themselves. The kaminoans told me to not worry about casualties. They are just clones. They can make new ones with these desirable mutations.

This didn’t sit right with me. Clones are people too. And the bad batch are incredible clones. Our mission was to infiltrate a separatist outpost. It was supposed to be empty but it wasn´t. A fact we didn’t know until it was almost too late. We were separated or more like: Wrecker, the tank of our group, was separated from us. Trying to get him and save him and waste tons of time and put us all in danger or abandon one and save the others. For the greater good. Following the code would have been abandon the one life and save the others. But I couldn´t. Hunter, Tech and Crosshair were so desperate to get their brother back. But I was the commanding general. And I gave in. Because I couldn´t do it. Nothing bad happened in the end beside some small scratches. The positive outcome was one little giant becoming one of my closest clone friends. I always love to think back to the giant bear hug Wrecker enveloped me in, all because I cared where many didn’t.

I didn’t regret saving him and bringing him home with his brothers. But I did regret going against the code. The council sensed the turmoil in me. Of course they did. They always do. My last act in action was bringing an injured Commander Wolffe home. Master told me it was thanks to my quick thinking that Wolffe is still alive. I think it was thanks to Kayla and to me further provoking a breaking of the code. The commander and I always had our differences when I still went along on missions with master Plo despite being a knight. But in a strange way we always looked out for each other. We cared. Maybe I more than I should. I spent days next to his bed while he was asleep. I never saw him awake or leave because I was already away at that time. The council asked for me. So I left my position next to his bed which was holding his hand and praying that he would wake up.

My days in active duty were sadly over after that. I was put in charge of training the younglings the importance of following the code and how to use a lightsaber. Rather ironic when you think about the fact that I almost broke the code twice. But that’s why it was a punishment for me. But it gave me also time to think and become a better jedi.

Don’t get me wrong.. I never changed my personality. I stayed my sarcastic self and stayed true to my teachings, improved my skills with the double bladed lightsaber and strengthened my connection with the force.

Of course, I still knew what was going on with the war and everything. Athia, my closest friend in the jedi temple, always told me what kind of missions she had to do. My opinion over the war never changed.

But I, Tori Rokanh, lost my confidence about attachments and realised how badly I still am about not forming them when I saw the Commander of the Wolfpack again in his full glory. And I returned to active duty under the watchful eye of the council. To fight with the Wolf Pack.

And sometimes I think it would have been better for me to stay in the temple. Because I formed the deepest attachment I ever could during war. An attachment involving love. And a commander.

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Kix&Natalya Grace: Intro

in which the jedi mind healer and the medic cross paths.. and nothing is ever the same.

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Journal One:

I don’t know how I ended up here. An appointed member of the Jedi Order, the lead Mind Healer of the Halls of Healing, tasked to look over the traumatized clones of the Grand Army of the Republic.

I see how they hurt. I see how they bleed, and I see how they die. I’m not talking about on the front lines of a battle field. I’m talking about the after.. the way they die when I took at them and see the souls behind their eyes.

Their hurt. Their pain. Their suffering.

I look at them?

I see humans.

My first encounter of this was with Wolffe. Commander Wolffe of the 104th Battalion who was among my first patients at the beginning of the war when he lost his eye.

Boost and Sinker say he’s only alive because of Tori. She was there when it happened, knew who I was, and brought him to me. We are both equally to thank for picking up the broken pieces of the Commander.

I haven’t seen Wolffe since Khorm. He insists he’s fine, that he doesn’t need me as he did then.. but Tori will be enough. I see how he looks at her.

That’s beside the point.

These are humans who are not treated as they should be. I think that’s probably why most of them gravitate to me. I have this… face. That’s what Kix said.

Ah. I forgot to mention who Kix is.

So— back to the original story.

After being appointed the lead Mind Healer for the Order, the Jedi Council and the GAR decided to send me onto the Star Destroyers. This was right after the massacre at Umbara.

I still remember how quiet it was that night. The silence was so tense that I could feel it throughout the entire Star Destroyer. Anakin and Obi-Wan pointed me in the general direction of the clones who had been planetside when the massacre occurred.

The barracks were dark when I entered. Just within I could see Rex’s pauldrons neatly placed in front of his bunk, his head buried in his hands and shoulders trembling as he wept.

I have a natural gift for coaxing people into opening themselves. That was part of the reason I became a mind healer.. for people like Rex. For people like Kix.

“Rex? Are you alright?”

Usually it starts with a gentle hand, a soft gaze.. something that tells them I am trustworthy. For the clones? It is always touch.

“I’m fine.” He murmured, sighing softly as he leaned into my hand. “I think Kix needs you more, Grace.”

I’ve met most of the clones before. Kix and I had already been acquainted by that point, but the poor man barely knew how to rest. It would be my job tonight to make him rest.

Physically.

Emotionally.

Leaving the barracks, I trekked through the halls of the GAR building until I came across the medbay. He often spent alot of time in here.

“Natalya Grace? What are you doing here?”

He tends to call me this. When we met and I told him my entire name, he said it was too beautiful to not be heard.

“I’m coming to check on you, di’kut.” I mused. “I know what happened on Umbara.”

He stilled. Had I not been standing at an angle, I would’ve thought he’d stopped breathing entirely. “Kix,” A gentle hand against an armored wrist stills the medic. The straightened, rigid spine of the ever capable soldier curves and he sags into my embrace. I have no choice but to catch him. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“I should’ve saved them.” He murmured. “I should have saved all of them, and I couldn’t.”

It’s resignation. I’ve heard it before from my own mouth.

I’ve always liked his tattoo. Despite how comical the Aurebesh to basic translation is, I think it suits him splendidly.

“You are going to rest.” I had never made Kix the victim of a force suggestion before, but a drastic circumstance such as this called for a drastic measure. “You’re going to let me help you, because you need it. Then you will sleep.”

A nod. “Okay.” He whispered. “Okay.”

The night ended with me curled around the medic in his cot, hand resting against his ribcage as it expanded and contracted beneath my touch.

“Grace?” A gentle, vulnerable voice echoed through the dark. The sound of it made my heart ache far more then it ever had when I’d done this for the other clones.

That was when I realized it.

I wanted to keep him safe.

“Yeah?”

“Will you be here when I wake up?” He whispered. “My vode don’t sleep well, and I-“ He’s seeing them, the brothers he lost and the ones he couldn’t save, and he wants one night of restful sleep before the war pulled him back.

“Yes, Kix.” I whispered. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

That was the beginning of a story that would spiral into me becoming one of the most powerful and important people to the entirety of the GAR.

This is just one part of a much larger story.

And oh.. just you wait.

It’s going to be a good one.

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