#323rd battalion

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clone trooper oc moment!!!?!?!?!?

this is Kyr!!!! this silly is apart of the 323rd battalion (323rd battalion created by @youeverjustmarryabountyhunter ❗️❗️❗️❗️) smile emoji

they are standoffish to most people, full of energy (not to be confused with energetic), very street smart, and good at adapting quickly to situations. despite their tendency to be an asshole towards everyone in their battalion, they are forever loyal to their brothers and would happily die alongside them :3

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the attack

A/N: WHAT IS UP FOLKS ITS ME, JAMIE, FINALLY MY FIRST PIECE OF WRITING AFTER A MONTH. This is about my oc 'Tears' (who y'all haven't met yet), from the 323rd, owned by @youeverjustmarryabountyhunter containing many other good friends of mine. In particular, you can all blame this angst on Sam (the owner), who caused this. I can not remember why but everyone blame him.

TW: blood, lots of gore, character death

(divider by @saradika-graphics)

“So, Tears, what’s been bothering you?”

A gust of wind blew against his face as the doors to the base closed, shutting them inside with the cold. He shuddered at the cold, grasping his helmet in his hands like a lifeline. He pulled it over his head in a hurry, seeking sanctuary behind the cold plastoid visor. 

“CT-4044,” a voice called loudly, and he turned quickly. Eyes boat into his soul, chilling him colder than the snowstorm outside could ever. “Perimeter check.” The commanding officer gave him no more words, but he didn’t need to. Words from him were sharper than the devil’s horns.

“Yes sir,” he saluted obediently, shaking his limbs out subtly and marching off. He knew what to do, and so he grabbed his blaster from his holster and began the trek through the base. Perimeter checks were buried deep into his mind, drilled in tighter than a screw. They were quick and easy, if you were efficient enough.

“The past, sir.”

His footsteps echoed through the corridor, robotically thudding as they fell on the metal floor. The corridors all looked the same, suffocating silver metal and panels of buttons. He continued to walk, keeping to the left and following his internal map of the base. He didn’t flinch when other troopers went by.

The deeper into the labyrinth he got, the louder the silence grew. Less troopers passed by, and the dark cold seemed to latch onto him like a leech. But he didn’t falter for a second, biting the skin underneath his lip as he went, eyes fixed directly ahead.

When one of the doors to his right opened, he turned quickly, confused by the sudden sign of life in the empty labyrinth. A shadow passed by the doorway, and then the door promptly closed. A shudder of fear ran through his body.

“And what happened in your past to haunt you now?”

He turned the safety off of his blaster, shuffling closer to the door. Gripping his weapon in his hands he pushed the button to open the door, leaping to the side quickly and pouting the barrel of his blaster at the doorway. Nothing moved, no sign of life. 

He momentarily wondered on the possibility of a mirror in the room and a faulty door. Perhaps he’d seen himself in the reflection, and it just happened to be that the door opened as he passed. Yet, he knew that wasn’t possible, as the figure he’d seen had run. There was someone in the room.

Creeping closer, he tried to suppress the shaking state of his fingers, biting down on his cheek and steadying himself. The dark spilling from the room ahead was calling to him, but instead of it being a friendly call, it was like the devil beckoning him. Poison dripped from the room, interwoven in the dark.

“There was an attack, sir.”

He didn't get to linger for a moment longer when a figure darted from the dark. He didn’t even get to analyse the appearance of his enemy, only catching a glimpse of a long brown cloak as he pulled the trigger. But his opponent was nimble and dodged the blasts, bearing him as he backed up.

Adrenaline shot through him as he leaped to the side and fired a shot directly at what he presumed to be the creature’s head. The blast shot through the air and collided with the creature, knocking the breath from his lungs. A roar ripped from the creature’s throat and he shuddered, bile rising in his throat.

“They’re coming,” a hoarse whisper broke through the thick silence, snagging his attention. “They’re coming and you can not stop them.” A million questions burned on his tongue as the creature let out a raspy sigh before collapsing against the metal.

“And what happened to you during the attack?”

He bent over and lifted the hood from the creature’s head, horror running through him like water. It was a humanoid creature, covered in thick black fur. Its eyes - still open, wide and haunting - we’re pure white, almost glowing. It had two horns on the top of its head, short yet sharp black. It looked like the devil, the devil as he would have pictured it.

As he pulled away, the creature’s last words rang in his eyes. He stood in the hallway, next to the creature’s corpse, as the lights began to flicker. Once, twice, thrice, and then they sizzled out. The dark surrounded him like a sea, grasping at his throat and suffocating him.

A howl rang through the corridor, coming from the direction he had been previously walking. He stumbled back as dozens of howls echoed the first, footfalls growing increasingly louder and closer. Then, he saw the eyes. Dozens of sets of pure white eyes, bobbing up and down as the creatures raced towards him.

“I was attacked.”

A scream caught in his throat as he turned, breaking into a run. Adrenaline, horror and fear coursed through his veins as he sprinted from the wave of creatures. His right hand grasped desperately at his left, activating his comm as his feet hit the floor over and over and over.

“Code red, I repeat, code red!” He called out desperately, rounding a corner as his heart leaped. “Creatures have infiltrated the base, I repeat, the base is compromised!” The howls from behind him grew louder as the creatures barrelled towards him, and he took a sharp left.

His comm beeped and he slammed his hand on it, accepting the incoming call frantically. “CT-4044, you claim there is a Code red within the base. Is this statement true?” Anger surged through him, clawing at the insides of his throat as he threw a glance behind him. The creatures were nearing.

“And what else happened?”

Another loud howl cut through the air and he flinched. “Yes! Yes, it's fucking true! There are creatures in the bae, violent, bloodthirsty creatures!” He shouted into his comm, fear and rage fueling his steps as he rounded another corner. He wasn’t sure how long he could keep running.

“CT-4044, I’m going to need confirmation that this is a Code red,” the dark voice of the commanding officer demanded coldly, and rage surged through him like a burning fire. A flame ignited in the pit of his stomach, smoke and fire engulfing him in a blaze of hatred.

“Sir, this is a fucking Code red, if you do not believe me, then it is your life on the line!” He howled into the comm, slamming down on the button and ending the call. His paces were growing inconsistent and weak, his body wrung with pain.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.”

His eyes darted around frantically, desperate for some place to hide or escape to. The walls surrounded him, cold metal becoming all he could see. The empty wall, no doors near, only increased his panic. It rocked through his body like a tsunami of waves, crashing and colliding around in his stomach. He felt like a sailor, lost at sea, being torn about by the waves and storm.

The roars echoing through the corridor burned his ears, like they were pouring boiling water into his skull. He resisted the urge to instinctively shelter his ears, blood roaring in his skull as tears unwillingly grew in his eyes. The salty water threatened to overflow, pain shooting through his body over and over as the sound grew only louder.

Another corner rounded, but unlike the rest, he saw a figure. Standing by the mechanical box connected to the wall was a civilian mechanic, and a roar ripped from his throat as he desperately pleaded for their attention. The mechanic turned, her eyes widening and her jaw falling slack as a scream fell from her lips. She turned to flee, dropping her tool box. 

“You know exactly what I mean.”

It all happened so fast. The mechanic tripped, stumbling in her feeble fleeing attempt. He reached out a hand to her, even though he was too far away. He watched as her head slammed into the metal floor, a bone rattling thud ringing through the corridor. He barely had time to register the fact that she was on the floor, petrified and bleeding as he tore past.

He’d meant to grab her, to turn around and drag her to her feet, but instead his feet carried him just a few more steps. A few more steps that made it too late to turn back, but he did anyway. He turned around, just in time to see the beasts bolt around the corner, slamming their sides into the metal walls as they scurried towards him.

Just in time to see one of the creatures reach out its four long claws and grasp the mechanic’s leg, dragging her into the pack of beasts. A howl somehow even louder than the ones the creatures were emitting sliced through the air, before being cut off at the high. He caught a glimpse of the creatures barrelling into one another as they tore the girl limb from limb, blood staining their dark fur like wine.

“It wasn’t my fault.”

He must have let out a scream, because all of a sudden the dozens of eyes were back on him, and not on the ruined and discarded corpse. One of the creatures - blood dripping from its mouth like a fairytale monster, although this was no fairytale - launched itself towards him, its claws raking along the metal wall. The sound sent shudders through his skull, but he barely acknowledged them as the claws broke open the box the mechanic had been working on.

The lights fizzled out around him, plunging him into the dark yet again. This time he was already running, tears streaming down his face as his mouth flooded with a metallic taste, his senses blurring and blaring with panic. His feet hit the floor over and over and over, inaudible underneath the waves of roars and howls.

The image flashed through his brain again, the mechanic, blooded and mutilated, skin ripped from skin, bone from bone, limb from limb. Blood pooling and puddling around her, redder than the reddest wine or button, redder than red. The last thing he’d seen before that sense was ripped from him was her body in more pieces than he could count.

“But do you believe that?”

He didn’t have time to think about where he was in the base, about possible escape routes. He was focused on solely getting further and further away from the beasts, instinct running hard in his veins. The roaring and howling had numbed into white noise humming in his ears, and he could feel a drop of blood spilling over the shell of his ear. Hopefully that wouldn’t do lasting damage, if he even made it out of this nightmare.

The next corner he turned sparked a sense of familiarity in his numbed body, burning in his joints with adrenaline. He slammed his palm down on the panel, pressing the button so desperately that it sent a wave of pain through his arm. As the metal door began to open, he slipped through the thin gap and onto the other side, where his hand fumbled for the button to close it.

When his fingers retracted from the button after pressing it, he stood and stared at the door, shuddering with fear as it closed painfully slowly. As the gap grew increasingly smaller, the panic began to ebb away to relief. But he didn’t get to achieve full relief, as a long silver claw slipped through the gap and grasped onto the doorway. 

“It wasn’t my fault.”

He didn’t have a moment to react before the door was thrown open, one of the huge beasts standing in the metal framing, blood dripping to the floor in the dark as its eyes lit up his face. He turned as fast as he could, leaping away from the onslaught of monsters as the bay erupted with screams. He ran to the nearest shelter, sliding behind a bundle of boxes as the beasts flooded the room.

Screams and howls echoed through the room, but the blasts sliced through it like a knife, cutting away at the creatures and their terror. But for every blast were two screams, screams of pure agony as they were destroyed just like the mechanic, left mutilated and abandoned on the metal floor. The creatures were taking bites of their skin, swallowing but not eating anymore of the Clones. A thought rang through his head of why they were massacring them if not for food.

One of the creatures with horns tall and spiky like antlers barrelled past him, and he caught a glimpse of a shiny being split in half, leaving only blood and his lower torso behind. Bile rose in his throat, but the adrenaline pushed it back. Ducking out of the way of another hurrying beast, he scrambled to crawl along the floor in search of an external comm.

“It’s okay, I understand. Do you blame yourself?”

He managed to pull himself to his feet, desperate in his search as his heart thumped repeatedly in his chest. The screams rushing his ears felt like blades dragged along his soul in search of blood, but there was nothing he could do to suppress the attacks. Another scream, another cut, another howl, another scream, another cut. On and on and on.

The comm deck felt so far away, and even though he knew he would never make it, his desperation kept him going. Suddenly, a scream rang through the bay, closer than he’d been expecting. Although it sounded no different to the rest of the cacophony, its proximity startled him into spinning. Shock hummed through his body as he spotted a beast no less than ten metres away, grasping a familiar figure by the throat.

The Commander wreathed futilely, screams spilling his lips. He remembered how the Commander had denied him any help, how he’d remained un-listening. He watched as the beast tightened its grip on his Commanding Officer, ending his life with a broken scream. Another scream, but no cut. The cold wave that flooded his heart was nauseating, and for a moment, he wished that he hadn’t felt it. And then he was running again.

“It was my fault. I blame myself, of course I do! Because it was my fault!”

The more he ran, the more tiredness bore down on him, and he was so tired. Every step sent pain through his limbs, flooding his body in an assault of agony. But he kept running, for the thought of ending up mutilated and abandoned on the floor hung in his mind. Another step, another scream, another cut. Another step, another scream, another cut. He was littered with cuts.

It happened so fast, just like the mechanic’s untimely death. Suddenly the dimly lit bay with its inconsistent backup lightly wasn’t in front of him. Instead a figure made of darkness, brown cloak and black fur flooding his sight. He stumbled away, turning quickly. He realised quickly why the other Clones had met their deaths so quickly when he was tackled to the cold metal floor. 

Thrown to his back, he could do nothing but stare into the soulless white glow above him, before the beast’s fur claws blocked his vision, and then ceased it. The scratches began just below his eyes, raking down his face as a scream louder than the howling in his ears burst from his throat. Pain unlike any other hit him over and over and over, unending and agonising. Blood bubbled from his cheeks, blurring his teary vision.

“It wasn’t your fault, Tears. None of it was.”

He wasn’t sure why he didn’t feel sharp teeth sink through his flesh like he expected, or why the sudden weight over him was gone. All he knew was that the pain was going away. He was distantly aware of a blast ringing in his ears, although it didn’t echo in the room - a sign the pain was too much. He was vaguely aware of a figure hunched over him, murmuring sweet words to him as his vision faded in and out of consistency.

He was vaguely aware of the icy, bitter cold that hit him when the warm figure was pulled from his side, their screams echoing in his ears, intertwined with the girl’s. He could do nothing but stare at the silver blur above him, the metal ceiling plain and dull. He could do nothing but wait for his death, impatient almost as the pain racked his body.

He was dimly aware of the black dark crawling over him, bathing him in numbness as it took over. He was dimly aware of someone carrying him from the floor to a stretcher, aware of the splitting pain that caused him to wail. He was dimly aware of the shaking flight through the air, at least that’s what he thought it was. He was dimly aware of the rhythmic beeping filling his ears, coaxing him awake. 

He was aware of the message the beeping provided, loud, clear and solid.

You’re alive, Tears, you’re alive.

He was aware of the message as it hummed in the air, surrounded by nonexistent howls and screams and cries. He was aware of the pain on his face and the IV connected to his arm. He was aware of the voices around him, although unintelligible with the pounding of the roars. 

Tears was aware that he had survived.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!!! Maybe shed a tear or two... Perhaps? Anyways, since I'm back, I'd really appreciate some requests, so go ahead and send 'em!!!

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[youeverjustmarryabountyhunter]

🎶 "Slow down, you crazy child

you're so ambitious for a juvenile

But then if you're so smart, tell me

Why are you still so afraid?

Where's the fire, what's the hurry about?

You'd better cool it off before you burn it out

You've got so much to do and

Only so many hours in a day" 🎶 ~ Billy Joel

Meet Speckle! A gen 3 field medic (1/3) of the 323rd battalion^^

Speckle, or Specs for short, earned his name due to the patches of paler skin that litter his face resembling speckles of stars and constellations.

As a cadet, he was almost decommissioned due to his vitiligo and smaller stature. After over hearing their plans for him and running off to hide in a panicked state, he was found by Patch. (Alpha-97/Clone Oc)

Patch advocated for him, and Speckle went on to become a medical officer before being abruptly pulled one day, and finding himself amongst the 323rd as a field medic. Due to his medical officer past, he has little field combat training and has therefore struggled to adjust. His brothers love him regardless though, and he makes one hell of a medic.

I could go on and on about this little guy and the whole battalion, but we'd be here for hours!

That's all for now, lol

Just I wanted to share this art that I made recently of him doing some late night work, all snuggled up (because we put our boys through hellll and he deserves a little break as a treat)

But there he is!

@moonkit60633 @multi-purpose-paperclip @fionajames @ex0genmultifandom

[fionajames]

OMG NO ITS PERFECTLY FINE

HE'S SOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

OML TYSMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

TY

Hey, Moon!

For the oc drawing, I was wondering if you could draw one of mine? A little guy from the 323rd, in fact. He's new though, so you might not remember him.

His name is Dingo (a Captain) and he's a Clone. He has fluffy blonde hair that almost reaches his shoulders, bright blue eyes and tan skin.

Have a wonderful day!!!

~Jamie

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG

I got a new apple pen

[kamakrazeewarboyz]

Time for some clone ocs!!

First up we have the republic commando Phantom Sqaud

Leading man is Corpse, who’s also the demolitions expert and loves making things go boom. He’s also rly good at crafting his own improvised explosive devices out of whatever material is available, and even though he’s the lead man 9/10 he prefers to stand back and take out enemies at a distance instead of close quarters bc of an incident that earned him both his scar and his namesake (he got shot point blank in the head by a droid, and his squad thought he was dead until they got him back on the transport ship and he gasped awake). He’s the coarse, grumpy one of the squad but deep down he loves his brothers and would both sell them to Satan for one corn chip and also fight the sun with his bare hands to keep them safe

Shriek is the resident know it all- he loves learning and picking up on new things so he’s always listening to holotapes and sometimes reading books when he can + wastes time during quiet moments scouring the holonet for info on whatever new subject has caught his interest. He’s basically like a human encyclopedia, so if any of the others need a question answered or a translator, they know they can turn to him. He was blinded during a mission and given two cybernetic eyes, and he can see pretty okay with them but there’s something a bit ‘off’ about cybernetic vision vs natural vision so he relies more on his sense of sound and has honed in pretty acute hearing bc of it

Bone-Shaker, or as he squadmates like to call him, Bones, is the team muscle. He’s got a thing for taking out droids with his bare hands or his vibroblade in up close combat, but when he’s got to take them out from a distance he LOVES being the one with the biggest blaster whooping and hollering while he shoots them down. He can be kinda crude and intimidating at first but he’s actually a super big softy with a giant soft spot for his brothers, and he’s SUPER touchy feely. No one in Phantom Squad is ever touch starved bc they know at the end of a long day Bones is gonna pull them all into a giant cuddle pile and not let them go

Wraith is basically like the team infiltrator and stealth guy, and he doubles as the team sniper when it’s needed. He’s rly light on his feet and super good at sneak into places and around people undetected, so he’s usually the go to recon or stealth retrieval guy. He’s soft spoken and doesn’t actually talk a lot unless he feels like he rly needs to do he’ll usually use hand gestures or gentle touches to get his brothers attention, but he’s also got a great sense of humor and cracks up a lot at Bones’ jokes or Shriek’s deadpan puns, esp when they’re (lovingly) picking on Corpse

And now the Shadow Company boys! I’ve given them their own battalion to fit into and their own Jedi general who has yet to be drawn, but they’re situated inside of the 323rd battalion under Jedi knight Daven Uuthus, a female Nautolan

Puncture is pretty much the company tattoo artist, he was always rly into art and doodling when he was younger and once he was deployed all the different systems shadow company was sent to opened him up to a whole new world of art and ways to create it. He got rly interested in tattooing specifically when he saw other clones starting to get them to individualize themselves, and even more so once he started to notice all sorts of different tattooing techniques across the galaxy. He learned a lot of tips and tricks from locals on different planets he visited and tried them out himself when he could find willing brothers, and eventually grew so good at his craft he made a name for himself as the go to guy if you want a badass tattoo

Clapback is the human embodiment of sass. Like he’s SO. SASSY. He will hit you with zingers so fast you’ll be roasted like a chunk of meat before you even realize what’s happening. He and his batchmate Hammerhead have an ongoing brotherly rivalry (all out of love of course but that doesn’t stop them from being savage) which is how Clapback got his name, bc everytime Hammerhead would come up with something to throw at him he’d throw it right back and twice as ruthless. He’s a good source of levity along with Hammerhead during hard times, but he’s also super caring and always there to help and comfort a brother or friend in need

Hammerhead is the slightly less feral but still equally chaotic one out of him and Clapback. He gets put into Shadow Company w/ Clapback after the first battle of Geonosis (which neither one of them took part in but were deployed rly soon after) and promoted to sergeant before the war ends, and while he’s got a goofy side he can also be very serious and in the moment when the time calls for it, and rly good to have at your back in the middle of a fight. He’s also great at tactical improvision

Triple- or Trip- is the “”long suffering”” third batchmate to Hammerhead and Clapback. He gets roped with the ‘responsible sibling’ role all the time even though he’s just as good at spreading chaos as the others, but he’s usually more level headed and better at controlling his impulses (and his mouth) than the other two. He becomes a special ops trooper, but Shadow Company works with spec ops troopers often, so he still gets to see his close brothers maybe more than he’d like (which is a JOKE bc this dummy is so soft for them it’s like a neon sign above his head, he just likes to pretend he doesn’t care)

And last but not least Lollipop!! He’s the Ultimate Babie of the company, and also one of the newer troopers, coming in a little over halfway through the war so he’s v shiny. He got his name from the time he and a few other troopers stumbled upon abandoned farmland and a couple of eopies took major interest in him and wouldn’t leave him alone, ‘licking him like a lollipop’ as one of the other troopers said which ended up sticking, though he mostly goes by Lolly. He’s easily the biggest softy in the company and he’s also crazy good at map reading and geography so once he’s in he’s looked to a lot as their backup guide to make sure they’re getting to where they’re going alright

[finriv]

A force organisation list, because I’m a nerd. Mildly incomplete

Northern Theater: Field Marshal Trix II (Arsehole)

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14th Army Group (West): Field Marshal Borolov (Grumpy, drunk, reasonably competent.) Mostly inexperienced troops with a pathworked veteran/green officer corp, some Red Snow vets. 7th Field Army: General Rossokovsky (432nd - Valentin, 70th - Fredor, 68th - Bromburg) 3rd Tank Army: General Hurenburg (29th - Trantov, 207th - Haase, 38th - Gruber) 8th Field Army: General Blane (98th - Zwetti, 75th - Graff, 124th - von Schiller) 22nd Field Army: General Sarentan (44th - Kinderhiem, 59th - Halenov, 36th - Fyodr)

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15th Army Group (Central): Field Marshal Valhanden (Eager, inexperienced yet talented.) A mix of old, well trained units and green troops with inexperienced officers. 12th Tank Army: General Williams (13th - Wren, 6th - Illisovich, 34th - Drom) 2nd Field Army: General Helmann (67th - Relov, 265th - Tvov, 88th - Bisburg) 7th Tank Army: General Poloski (55th - Zintenburg, 294th - Hulov, 167th - Poplova)

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16th Army Group (North): Field Marshal Dresden (Red Snow Vet, competent armoured officer.) Well Trained but green Troops, many red snow veteran officers. 15th Tank Army: General Rostanlina (127th - Gorolov, 128th - Bolk, 129th - Transtova) 43rd Field Army: General Hirx (139th - Fep-Kozlove, 143rd - Tarn-Forq, 154th - Corovol) 16th Tank Army: General Welch (428th - Lorn, 323rd - Varesevich, 62nd - Ionescov) 68th Field Army: General Capo (274th - von Schwarzenberger, 133rd - Kober, 134th - Manteuffel)

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17th Army Group (East): Field Marshal Rostlova (Competent Infantry Commander & Logistics Expert. Red Snow Vet) Callsign: Roadway A collection of mixed units, with veterans and greens at essentially every level.

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27th Tank Army: General Larionovich (Studied under Gen. Vilhelm.) Callsign: Radiohead 168th Corps - Lt. Gen. Ida 169th Corps - Lt. Gen. Semyonovna 170th Corps - Lt. Gen. Mair

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34th Tank Army: General Eichinger (Political Outcast, staff officer not used to combat roles. Also damn good.) Callsign: Executioner 233rd Corps (Mostly at full strength due to being reserve formation)- Lt. Gen. Blomberg 234th Corps (Brought back up to strength from the remnents of the 235th corps) - Lt. Gen. Hellmuth 72nd Armoured Division - Maj. Gen. Porolov Combat Brigade 17. - Brigadier von Relvon Endhurst Lancers Regiment (Badly battered) - Colonel Falkhurst. Adjudant - Captain Strider 1. Battalion - Lt. Col. Dietmar Fersen 3. Battalion - Major. Bernhard Bodmer 4. Battalion - Major. Korneyev Ippolit Georgiy 6. Battalion - Major. Sofya Vitalievna 3rd Domoliky Mechanzied Regiment - Colonel Klotz Combat Brigade 18. - Brigadier. Meidner Combat Brigade 21. - Brigadier. Turnau 37th Field Division - Maj. Gen. Beckermann 57th Corps (absorbed from the 64th Field Army.) - Lt. Gen. Schoff

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27th Field Army: General Ilyinishna (Younger and inexperienced, oft placed in reserve formations.) Callsign: Flag-pole 102nd Corps - Lt. Gen. Vitya 103rd Corps - Lt. Gen. Leonid 107th Corps (Badly ravaged in the battle for Izoeburg)- Lt. Gen. Lutz

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Independent Operations Group: General Hyryev IX (aristo, pompous and talented for good measure. Considered as Tras's personal attack dog) The 22nd is an elite unit of well trained troops with veterans drawn from all over, the 14th main body is made up from mobalized reserves, but with a highly experienced and disciplined officer corps

22nd Independent Operations Army: General Hyryev IX (See above) 17th Corps - Lt. Gen. Williams 42nd Corps - Lt. Gen. Bains 6th Corps - Lt. Gen. Volovoi

14th Independent Operations Army: General Kilane (Needs no introduction). Adjundant - Brigadier Larousse 121th Corps - Lt. Gen. Mancrix 122nd Corps - Lt. Gen. Köstner 123rd Corps - Lt. Gen. Hertrich

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[tribefunctionalfitness]

Saturday, November 18 - Coffland

"Coffland"

Hang from a pull-up bar for 6 minutes Each time you drop from the bar, perform: 800-m run 30 push-ups

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U.S. Army Spc. Christopher J. Coffland, 43, of Baltimore, Maryland, died Nov. 13, 2009, in Wardak province, Afghanistan, of wounds suffered when enemy forces attacked his unit with an improvised explosive device. Coffland, who joined the Army a month before reaching the enlistment age limit of 42, was assigned to the 323rd Military Intelligence Battalion at Fort Meade, Maryland. He was deployed to Afghanistan two weeks prior to his death.

Coffland was a CrossFit athlete who was known to have demolished the U.S. Army Physical Fitness Test, which features push-ups, sit-ups and a 2-mile run. He was particularly fond of long workouts, heavy lifts, distance sprints, push-ups and sit-ups.

Coffland is survived by his parents, David and Toni; his sisters, Lynn, Karen and Laurie; his brother, David; and many other friends and family members.

[fionajames]

tysm for the tag @techs-goggles9902

this is Arcane!!!! theyre a clone oc of mine who goes by they/them. a member of the 323rd battalion, a smol thing owned by @youeverjustmarryabountyhunter!!!!

np tags: @skellymom, @transmascanakin, @sevdidntdie

Got tagged by @marivenah for this picrew 💙

Nora Thelen (twd) | Sarah Bouton (twd)

Ayane Arinori (star wars/Stadust made to Shine)

NPT 💙 @zeenmrala @justalittletomato @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @moonstrider9904

@oh-three @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @herbalinz-of-yesteryear

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new 323rd character unlocked!?!??!?! say hi to Scorn he’s really stupid /aff

also.

RAHHHH SCORN ISNT MINE❗️❗️❗️ HE BELONGS TO THIS SILLY GUY

—> @ex0genmultifandom

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so many 323rd ocs woahhhhhh (guys this battalion is so awesome and cool and awesome i swear)

anyways meet Sora!!!!! she’s my own silly individual and she is the clone pilot for the 323rd battalion. she is very busy all the time so she doesn’t get to spend a lot of time with her brothers but that’s alr!!!!! she is closest with scorn (@ex0genmultifandom’s oc) and patch ( @youeverjustmarryabountyhunter’s oc).

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full Kyr reference moment!!!!!! I am so sorry I am addicted to the phrase “full of energy (not to be confused with energetic)” because it perfectly describes this silly individual but also it just sounds nice

oh yeah and I forgot that electrocution scars are more reddish so I changed the color of his accordingly!!!!!!

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sketches of a silly guy!!!!!

❗️TACENDA IS NOT MINE HE BELONGS TO @fionajames :33❗️

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the beginnings - my ocs

30 Day Writing - Day 1

Hello, this is the fourth part of the four pieces of writing (let's pretend I posted this yesterday.)

This is based off of some ocs from the 323rd battalion created by @youeverjustmarryabountyhunter (with several people including @multi-purpose-paperclip)

The first prompt is 'Beginning' and this is the beginning of Brontide's story.

This is the list of prompts btw, so you know whats coming up.

Brontide rolled his shoulders back as he pulled at the ends of the fabric he was wearing - he wasn’t sure what it was called. The trooper next to him - his batchmate called Icicle, a name that was now very fitting because of the brittle cold terrain they’d been stationed in - scoffed loudly upon watching two troopers tackle each other.

Snow and Flake were batchmates with each other and acted like best friends, which they were. They were a playful pair and brought the troop much more laughter than they would probably have gotten if the pair weren’t there.

Icicle clapped his hands loudly and all the troopers within the area spun and turned to him. Brontide rolled his eyes. “Alright, time to get to work,” Icicle shouted and Brontide grit his teeth.

“You're not in charge, Icicle,” he snarled, stepping closer to his batchmate. They’d never been close. “Stop acting like you are.”

The Clone turned to him sharply and shoved him lightly, but aggressively all the same. “Like you know any better, Brontide,” Icicle growled back. Brontide huffed and lunged to tackle the other, crashing them both into the cold snow, punching the boy’s helmet. Ignoring the pain that shot through his fingertips, Brontide dodged a punch to the head and stood up.

“That’s enough, both of you,” Captain Choke called and the troopers all moved to stand to attention, Brontide gritting his teeth as Icicle stood up beside him. “Thank you, Brontide. Icicle, you can take night-shift tonight.”

The aggressive trooper glared at Brontide out of the corner of his eye as he saluted. “Yes sir!” Choke moved to stand beside Brontide, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“You’re my second-in-command, Brontide, if anything happens you're in charge,” Choke told him and Brontide froze in fear. How come he had such responsibility? “It’s okay, you’ll do great.”

Brontide hated the fact that Choke was convinced he was destined to die.

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Weeks later, Brontide stood over Choke’s dead, lifeless body, head bowed in grief and sorrow. Some sort of beast had attacked his Captain, leaving a bloodied and mauled corpse behind. “You're in charge now, Captain,” Absinthe told him, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. Absinthe was a good trooper, a loyal trooper, a brother to Brontide. 

Brontide sucked in a breath before nodding. “Everyone get to work!” He shouted, watching Icicle sneer at him. “Trooper! You too!”

“You’ll do great, Tide,” Absinthe comforted him, using the nickname he’d given him.

“I hope so.”

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A month or so later, Brontide stood beside Absinthe as they landed on Coruscant, both immediately getting a pounding headache from the unnatural heat they weren’t used to. They bid their farewells as Brontide was assigned to be Captain of the 323rd, meeting with the Jedi General and the goofy Clone Commander.

As they were sent off into battle for the first time, Brontide had a feeling he would like this battalion, a lot.

Hope you enjoyed!!!

Request!!!

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i figure ur followers probs love 323rd content (cause they should) so im going to interrogate u.

Fav character (can be one you created)?

Fav character (can not be one you created)?

Fav duo

Fav trio

Fav ship

Fav headcanons

<3 enjoy

interrogation accepted

1. obviously I’ll have a bias for Kyr and Sora because I made them n stuff, so I guess you can say they’re two of my favs. defo not the only ones though!

2. I cannot choose a favorite out of all of the 323rd ocs cause there’s so many of them and I heart them all, but I’ll choose my fav oc from each of the people who’ve made ocs for the battalion. my fav from you would be ukiyo, from sam would be patch, from exo would be taciturn, from moon would be flynn, and from gali would be skratch (gali only has skratch so far but he’s still one of my favs.) so yeah!

3. there’s so many duos we’ve conjured up but I’d have to say my favs (cause I can’t just choose one…..) are Kyr and Flynn, and Sora and Patch (or Sora and Scorn. I feel like they’re kinda interchangeable). all the other ones are great but those are the ones that are constantly in my brain :3

4. as of right now, definitely sora patch and scorn. they are just the silliest…. but also I always love brontide tacenda and ukiyo or taciturn glum and scorn. the classic trios!!!!

5. patch and oharhi <33

6. most “headcanons” we end up making are just canon atp….. BUT I’ll say them anyways!!!!!

-three Sora related ones first cause I’ve been talking abt her a lot more recently: the fact that Sora literally gets adopted by Patch and by default Oharhi is now also her dad, as well as the fact that Scorn random decides to hit the hay in her ship and snooze for hours and she just kind of deals with it, AS WELL as well as the fact that she literally just gets a pet acklay a while after o66.

-Ukiyo randomly sleepwalking and Tacenda staying up to follow him and guide him around the base while he does so to make sure he doesn’t get hurt

-Mercy always willing to drag Flynn to the medbay because of how much he hides his injuries

-Skratch teaching Kyr mando’a and in turn Kyr teaching Skratch a variety of swear words in basic

-Chain acting more like the commander than Checkmate (the ACTUAL commander) does

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Found a bunch of different pictures of Temuera Morrison and since I haven't been happy with how my clones have been looking lately, I decided to do some sketch studies with my kiddos! Had to start with Speckle, of course. My baby boy!

Next up: Checkmate!

I'm really trying to work on getting the hair texture right! And also mohawks apparently. It needs some work! But overall I think it turned out alright.

Then, Mercy!

Honestly, I think Mercy turned out of the worst of them. It's not a bad drawing, in my opinion! But- I feel like there's something off that I can't quite pin what.

And finally, Patch!!

I think he and Speckle honestly turned out the best of the group! And his..eye patch is on the wrong side but I didn't realize till I'd already drawn his eye and by then I didn't feel like changing it! If you are wondering where the texture of his hair is, I didn't add any because it's supposed to be a VERY close shave to the scalp, like almost bald? And from the references I found there didn't appear to be any texture to add.

All these kiddos are from the 323rd Battalion that a group of friends and I made. These are all of my boys!