#342nd battalion

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Fox: Does everyone know their job for today?

Cody: Water the flowers.

Thire: Vacuum the carpet.

Thorn: Wash the dishes.

Jax: Pretend to be a wolverine.

Fox: Close enough.

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Jax would 100% say this and then run off

here, you can have the grenade. i just wanted this cute little pin it came with

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Jax: Bet you can't eat 15 crayons!

Thire: Bet you I can!

Fox: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper

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Aay'han

CHAPTER 1

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Tags: Jedi OC, Clone OC, Very Gay, I mean like so gay, VERY VERY GAY, Jedi/Clone, During and after Order 66, Maybe some flashbacks to before, Established relationship (mostly), Mandalorian Jedi oc,

Backstory: Fenri Cyr is a newly knighted Jedi, who was trained under Jedi Grand Master Yoda. He was originally from Mandalore but for reasons unbeknownst to him, he was given to the Jedi Order. He is most gifted in Force Empathy, meaning he is able to feel emotions and feelings very easily and used this to his advantage in battle. While he is able to feel other’s emotions he is also able to hide his own from other force users. He uses this to his advantage when he falls in love with his Clone Commander, Commander Kit of the 342nd Battalion, and leader of the Solar Squad, a spays of ARC troopers who have adopted a sun as their insignia. This story follows Fenri as he flees from the empire and eventually joins the Rebellion.

Warning: Slight angst,

Screams.

He could still hear them, echoing as the force spilled their pain and agony into his head. The sounds of his friends and colleagues being gunned down one by one haunted him. They screeched in his dreams and whispered in his waking hours like ghosts, only to be drowned out by the whistling of the wind banging against the durasteel of his ship. Fenri was currently hiding on Carlac, in the burnt ruins of a Ming-po village. It was fairly wooded so anyone flying above wouldn’t be able to see his ship, not that anyone would fly above. Carlac was not considered very populated, just a couple of towns or huts dotted the snowy planet, so the Empire never really bothered with it. What use were a couple of farmers and snow? The ship was quiet. It’s always been quiet, save for the hum of the engines that vibrated the floor ever so slightly. It used to hurt his head, but he's learned to live with it. He had to. It’s been cycles since Kashyyyk, but even now when he closes his eyes, he's back on the Venator running for his life.

Fenri pushed the thought from his mind as he lay on his bunk. Turning to his side, he faced the door. He could see his lightsaber sitting on a bench along with his robes and knapsack across the room. The ship was a light freighter so it was larger than most ships he was used to flying solo. The ship was meant to have two pilots but he could fly it semi-fine just by himself. The room he was in was fairly big, containing two bunks on either side and a seating area surrounding a holotable which he used frequently to watch the holonet. It was the only time he really got to see what was going on throughout the galaxy, albeit from the Empire’s point of view but it's the best he could get. The door led to a hallway that connected to the cockpit and the small cargo area. From the cargo area, you could take a ladder that led to the upper deck which housed more cargo area and technical equipment. It was more of a diplomatic G-9 Rigger that was held in the Venator hangar but it flew fine, had a weapons system and Fenri had modified it to have a signature scrabbler so it did its job.

Fenri turned in his bunk, trying to allow his mind to calm so he could at least get some sleep before he left in the morning. He needed to take the long journey to Tatooine in order to stock up on supplies and fuel. There were probably closer ports but Tatooine was the only port he could think of that wasn’t regulated by Imperials. The trip would take around a day and a half in hyperspace, which wasn’t too bad flying across the galaxy in hyperspace. Once he got to Tatooine he would have to get at least a month's worth of fuel or more and possibly make his way back to Carlac or another non-imperial planet.

The Mandalorian sighed and stared at the bottom of the bunk above him. He had drawn a couple of symbols, mostly stars, but he stared at the large yellow sun he had drawn on the metal. The image of Kit filled his head. He thought a lot about him in the past couple of months. He would sometimes find himself daydreaming that the Purge had never happened and they were still going on missions together. Or that they had left the war and settled down on a nice planet with a farm and two kids or maybe in one of the domed cities of Mandalore surrounded by his birth family and clan. But that's all they were. Daydreams. He could never live that life. That life, that hope, was ripped from him on that cruiser above Kashyyyk. Mandalore was destroyed, its people scattered or extinct. For all he knew he could be the last Jedi and Mandalorian if he could even call himself either of those. Fenri remembered his times sneaking out of the Padawan dormitories into the library, reading every bit of information the Jedi Archives had on his homeworld and culture. He taught himself Mando’a and all their customs even teaching Kit some, who then passed his knowledge onto his squadron. They would take every opportunity to speak in Fenri’s native tongue and Spider and Blitz made it their mission to learn every Mando’a curse word in existence. The memory made Fenri chuckle a bit, but his voice was raspy from nonuse and it came out more like a cough. He remembered how his master found out after he showed up to a lesson half asleep after staying up all night reading Mandalorian literature and scolded him, but evidently gave him time out of Fenri’s busy schedule in order to read during daytime hours. As he drifted farther and farther down memory lane, sleep overtook him and he closed his eyes.

He woke up in bed in his quarters in the Jedi Temple. The sun shone through the window blinds, casting the room in a soft yellow glow. He could feel the soft sheets on the hard mattress cradling him as if daring him to fall back asleep. The air smelled of crisp Cassius tea, making his mouth slightly water. He would always drink the floral tea in the mornings before he started meditation. The room was clean and well kept as it was hardly used ever since he was knighted. He would only come back here in between missions or if called back to the temple for meetings and such. Across from the hard bed were a metal desk and a circular mediation seat just in front of one of the three windows. The table was covered in books and tools, messier than the rest of the room. His wandering gaze was interrupted as he heard a soft sigh from beside him. Turning to the right side of the bed, he saw the sleeping form of Kit, and with a punch to the gut, he realized he was in a dream. Kit had never been in his quarters, nor inside the Jedi Temple, but here he was in his dream, laying peacefully like the Purge had never happened. The sun shone on his blonde hair turning his messy curls golden and Fenri raised his hand to softly caress the soldier’s cheek, only for Kit’s eyes to open with a startle.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Fenri gave an apologetic smile, holding his hand on his lover’s cheek. Kit’s honey eyes sparkled with amusement and Fenri realized he had been awake this whole time.

“Vaar’tur.” Kit croaked as pressed his forehead against Fenri’s in an affectionate head bump who returned the gesture with a small peck on Kit’s nose.

The Jedi chuckled, “How long have you been awake?”

“Since sunrise.” The soldier encapsulated the other’s hand in his and pulled him closer into a loose embrace. “You’re off your game General. You’re usually awake by now. You’re going to be late. General Yoda has been ringing your commlink. You apparently have a meeting with him.” As if on cue a small beep sounded from the table across the room, but he ignored it.

“It’s my dream. I want to spend it with you, Commander.” Kit froze for a second in confusion and Fenri heard a soft “Your dream?” but he brushed it off. Fenri nuzzled his head underneath Kit’s chin, breathing in his scent. It even smells like him.

“They will be looking for you.” Kit mused in a soft sing-song voice, wrapping his arms around the Jedi’s waist. Fenri didn’t care. It was his dream. He didn’t have to care about his Master or the Order finding out about his relationship. He didn’t have to worry about assignments or the war. He was free to spend this time with his cyar’ika for as long as he wished, or at least until he woke up.

Fenri stayed there, basking in Kit’s warmth. He was happy.

“I will find you. I promise, cyare.” Kit’s words were sharp and hit Fenri like a bludgeon. He pulled away from Kit to look at him. Kit’s face was filled with determination and adoration. Kit held Fenri’s head in his hand and smiled. “I’m waking up now, but I will find you. I hope you hear this, even if you are in my imagination.”

“What?” Fenri was confused, but before he could gather more information his eyes opened and he was left staring at the metal bottom of the bunk above him and the etching of a sun.

Aay’han. A bittersweet moment of mourning and joy.

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For the few people who know Patch like I do… this. This is Patch. Once you get to know him, he’s a MESS, but compared to the rest of the 342nd, he’s NORMAL.

I can appreciate a man who's normal but I LOVE a man who's comparatively normal. A man who seems like a mess in a vacuum but as soon as you compare them to their friend circle you're like "oh. Oh wow. You're their idea of sensible."

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Jax, driving and singing to the Little Einsteins theme song: We're going on a trip-

Thorn: In our favorite piece of osik!

Bly: Doing 95!

Thire: We're gonna karking die!

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Thire: So what's for dinner?

Jax: I can't tell you, it's a soup-prise!

Thire: …

Thire: Is it soup?

Jax: I soup-pose it could be! *winks*

Thire: Please, enough with the soup puns!

Jax: Wow, you're soup-per mean.

Thire: STOP!

*one hour later*

Thire: It's karking tacos?!?!?!

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Little shiny Tally: I’m gonna be just like you!

Jax: *horrified* No no no, Cody will kill me, please don’t.

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Jax will give SOME information about his past, but it’s usually pretty vague. And he avoids or downplays most specific stuff if he’s asked. The only times he’ll willingly get specific is if he thinks it’ll help whoever he’s talking to deal with their own mental/emotional struggles.

How open is your OC about themselves and their past? Are they more likely to volunteer information, or to wait until asked?

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Thire: Hey!

Jax: What do you want?

Thire: Remember what we were talking about vesterday?

Jax: Nope.

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Cody: You're alive.

Jax: No need to sound so disappointed.

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Between the canon boys I headcanon to be autistic and my own autistic clone OCs, I have quite the variety in my fic, lol

Tech: Obviously Tech is the “must learn EVERYTHING because EVERYTHING is fascinating” autistic. Dude reminds me so much of my brother, just with more subtle emotions.

Dogma: Definitely the rigid rule follower autistic. I love him for it, even if he sometimes lets the rule following tendencies override logic at times. Definitely has sensory issues.

Krayt: My poor anxious mess is the embodiment of emotional disregulation. He feels everything so intensely all the time that he gets easily overwhelmed by his own emotions. He also can’t read social cues to save his life, but he tries his best. He also despises eye contact with anyone except his closest brothers.

Honor: He’s basically the polar opposite of Krayt. He struggles to outwardly display his emotions, so he can seem cold and unfeeling to those who don’t know him, but he really does feel things, he just doesn’t express them the same way a neurotypical person would. He’s very logical, but he tends to be pretty quiet and just observe unless he’s being directly spoken to. Also holds eye contact SUPER well and doesn’t like NOT having eye contact.

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I don’t know why Twitch would punch me but I’d be dead. He’s a genetically engineered super soldier who can use the Force. He’d kill me

why are "your icon would" games so fucking boring tell me how you'd feel if you met your icon and they punched you

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Thire: You disgust me.

Jax: *eating a kitkat sideways* I realize this and don’t care.

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Jax: You want to kill me?

Jax: Get in line, mir’sheb.

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Blazer: That’s a bad idea.

Jax: Uh huh.

Blazer: I’m assuming you already did it.

Jax: Yuppers.