#79 OCS!!!

[wombywoo]

friends 🫶

[eobe]

🩵✨🖤 Mikkian Padawan Commander Eo and the Mandalorian Aeviririn slightly drunk on the dancefloor of the GAR Goth Night 😏😎

Archer 🫶 ori‘vod, we tried! 🤷🏽‍♀️ Commander Mayday accepted the quest to learn some new dance steps and we decided to show how it’s done, but somehow we only see the same faces around us… ����😳😳👀

And I don’t mean that we‘re obviously surrounded by lurking and maybe dancing-lazy clones, I mean their glances and all of the Bearded Barton IV Boys don’t make an exception! So we‘re really eager to show our best impro dancing skills 🥵🪭 But… uhm, somehow they all don’t join and I really don’t know why… 💃🏽💃🏽✨

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Taglist: @bixlasagna @vrycurious @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @spaceyjessa

GAR Goth Night friends and Chaos vode 🖤✨ @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech @foxwithadarkside @fiveminutetrash @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feral-ferrule @ladylucksrogue @nika6q @skellymom @vimse @gargothnightzine @sunshinesdaydream @noblelightfighter @returnofthepineapple @freesia-writes @covert1ntrovert @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy @risavulpes @niobiumao3 @sazzujazzu @blackseafoam @thora-sniper @gars-weaponeer @leenathegreengirl @vodika-vibes @headphones-ct-09978

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

Gar Goth Night pt4

meanwhile...

And Sisters of Mercy was playing, almost as if they've done this dance before- in another life time.

Part 1 - 2 - 3

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@ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @eclec-tech @fiveminutetrash @eobe @feral-ferrule @ladylucksrogue @nika6q @skellymom @vimse @gargothnightzine @noblelightfighter @returnofthepineapple @freesia-writes @covert1ntrovert @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy @risavulpes @niobiumao3 @sazzujazzu @blackseafoam @thora-sniper @gars-weaponeer @leenathegreengirl @vodika-vibes @headphones-ct-09978 @foxwithadarkside

[eclec-tech]

🖤 Shiny spotted at GAR Goth Night! 🖤

Plus, someone seems to have left a rather interesting message in the ALT text for @wings-and-beskargam and @eobe's collaborative art of CT-9075. Interesting...

Want to know how a shiny in white ended up at 79's GAR Goth Night? Read his story below or the entire fic on AO3!

Ask any commander about shinies fresh from Kamino, and they’ll all say the same thing: The first thing they do is wear themselves out from excitement.

That was certainly true of the latest batch of newbies who had just landed on Coruscant this evening. Every one of them left Wild Space with enough adrenaline in his veins to power the Venator he arrived on. But traveling from the edge of the galaxy to its center isn’t a short trip. By the time they arrived, the group of newly graduated troopers had gone from wanting to show the galaxy what they were made of to wanting someone to show them where their barracks were.

However, there’s always that one trooper…

That shiny stood with his arms folded as he stared his brothers down. “Seriously? None of you want to come?”

“I’m tired,” one of them said simply, plopping down on his bunk.

“We get our assignments tomorrow,” another reminded him. “No way I’m meeting my new CO with red eyes.”

“But it’s 79’s! Our new commanders might even BE there!” the shiny reasoned excitedly.

“As of tomorrow, we’re Coruscant Guard. Don’t you think we’ll be seeing a lot of 79’s?”

The eager shiny sighed. He wasn’t going to win this one. “Fine. You can all be good little tubies and sleep tonight. I’m going to 79’s to finally see what it’s all about!”

“Have fun,” one waved without looking up. “Don’t do anything to get yourself arrested.”

“Yeah, that’d be awkward,” another added with a laugh.

“But it would be a great way to see the inside of HQ before the rest of us. Maybe that’s his plan.”

“Maybe I’ll be invited there by one of our commanders,” the shiny teased as he slid on his new, gleaming white helmet. “Or maybe I’ll go home with some hot civ.”

“If you get that lucky tonight,” the first trooper said with a smirk, “I’ll polish your helmet with my tongue.”

“Ugh. Good incentive not to then.” The shiny waved over his shoulder as he left the others to their rest. “Sweet dreams, little tube-lings!”

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CT-9075 was easily the most energetic of his batch. He was also incredibly observant and made connections others often missed. His near perfect marks in all aptitude tests involving deductive reasoning made him a prime candidate for the Coruscant Guard—not that they ever let him know that. The last thing the trainers on Kamino needed was to stoke the fire of a promising cadet’s ego.

Trooper 9075’s boundless energy wouldn’t let him rest as he should have done. It was his first night ever on another planet, and he wasn’t about to waste it. He had heard stories about 79’s, usually as he was listening in on the conversations of older troopers who didn’t know they were being spied on—stories of drinking, dancing, card games, and beautiful people who weren’t clones. He needed to see this wonder of the universe now.

He could feel his heartbeat quicken as he approached the doors, its tempo almost matching the thrum of the music within. He was glad he had his bucket on to reflect the orange light flooding down from above. He was certain he had a silly, “fresh off the meiloorun truck” grin on his face just from being at the entrance to the bar he had heard so much about, and he was glad he could hide it.

That grin faded to a nervous frown as soon as he walked in.

There had been people blocking part of the entrance, and though he could see the upper corner of a notice on the door, he hadn’t had a clear line of sight to read it. Now that he was inside, he turned around to read it through the other side of the transparisteel. Even backwards through the clear surface, he could make out the words “GAR Goth Night.”

Goth Night? I didn’t know 79’s did themed nights! What even is a goth night?

A quick look around gave him his answer.

Troopers and civilians alike were dressed in a dark and rebellious style. His clone brothers were all out of armor and wearing a mixture of styles and textures he would never have dreamed of putting together until now. Fishnet shirts or no shirt at all, tiny vinyl pants that left nothing to the imagination and full-length leather pants that…well, they didn’t leave much to the imagination either. Leather coats, studded collars, corsets, lace, fur, chains, spikes, piercings...

The civilians in attendance were dressed just as provocatively, though there were considerably more low-cut crop tops and short skirts being worn by that part of the 79’s population. 9075’s shoulders slumped. He had hoped to blend in and be part of the 79’s crowd tonight. Instead, he was literally and figuratively the shiniest thing there.

He couldn’t stay dressed as he was, but as his eyes landed on the bartender, he had a hopeful idea. He pulled off his helmet and secured it beneath his arm.

“Excuse me? Is there somewhere nearby where I can find some different clothes?”

The bartender took one look at the very un-goth armor in front of him and chuckled. “Didn’t get the memo about tonight, did you kid? Well, you’re in luck. There’s a whole storage closet in the back full of things people have left. Look for the door labeled ‘Lost and Found.’ Just don’t forget your armor when you leave. Something tells me you aren’t used to wearing yours yet.”

9075 pursed his lips to the side. He hated how right the older man was.

The lost and found cupboard was a treasure trove…if you were a woman. He wasn’t so desperate for a new look that he considered putting on one of the six black breast binders hanging on the closet’s hooks, but his young and curious gaze lingered on them for longer than he would ever admit. He didn’t fancy wearing a skirt either, though the sheer number of them had him wondering why so many of 79’s female patrons left the bar missing their clothes.

His bin rooting paid off. He was eventually able to find a few camouflaging choices for a man his size and left his armor carefully tucked beneath a pile of coats. He left the tiny room in a black turtleneck tee and pants, a couple of silver neck chains, and long, gray fingerless gloves roomy enough for him to tuck his vambrace into. It was a barely acceptable look, but with so many far more interesting people present, he doubted anyone would notice, and anything was better than his stark-white armor.

He sat at one of the empty seats of an unoccupied table and watched the comings and goings of the people at the bar. The view was intoxicating in its variety—so much so that he decided to put his skills to the test and try to discern what he could about the people he saw. It would be good practice for the detective work he would soon be doing.

Trooper 9075 knew full well why he was being assigned to the Guard. His observational skills were in the top five percent of all clones. It’s how he noticed the passwords of his trainers and knew when and where they would leave their datapads. He didn’t give it a second thought when he had looked up his scores. If they hadn’t wanted him to know, they should have done a better job of keeping the information secure.

His hidden vambrace was the perfect way to record his observations about the scene around him. He watched as nonchalantly as he could, discreetly speaking his findings into his vambrace’s recorder to review later:

CT-9075: 79’s Stealth Report A woman just walked in, a pretty one—brown hair streaked with the same blue as her eyes, nice smile... CT-9075: 79’s Stealth Report Marshal Commander Cody is here! I would know that legendary scar anywhere. He’s keeping his assets tastefully covered tonight... CT-9075: 79’s Stealth Report I heard someone refer to the clone with the full beard as Commander Mayday. He seems to know he looks good in that sleeveless shirt with the mesh sides. It’s too bad THAT ONE wasn’t in the lost and found closet... CT-9075: 79’s Stealth Report The little Mikkian talking to Commander Wolffe must be a Jedi. Three people have addressed her as “commander” in passing... CT-9075: 79’s Stealth Report The men in front of me seem to be setting up a group holopic. Is that...Commander Fox? Then that must be Commander Thorn beside him. Here comes the marshal commander again. Oh, kriff! Here come three more. They're ALL commanders? Whoa! I'm going to be in the background of a commander holo! They all look so cool standing there, and here I am looking no more interesting than the bar stools. I don’t want to ruin the shot. I should do something to fit into it better. Finger blasters maybe…or a victory sign?

This was something his new brothers in the Guard wouldn’t be able to boast about! 9075 knew he would probably be tired in the morning, but it would be worth it. After all, how many shinies could say they were about to be framed on the desks of some of the GAR’s finest commanders?

He was feeling a little less shiny already. 

[ghostymarni]

aev watching veetch + hexx run around 79’s

[oceansssblue]

Hello, I hope that you are having an amazing day. If requests are still open, I have a funny Star Wars prompt/or/oneshot if you want. You know how in Top Gun, after Maverick flirts with a lady at a bar, only to find out the next day that she is his superior officer. What about a similar situation in the Clone Wars era, in which one of the members of the Bad Batch, or one of the 501st like Fives, flirts with a female Jedi reader (who's probably in her early twenties) at the 79s, not knowing that she is a Jedi General. Only to find out the next day that she is the Jedi General assigned to them for their next mission.

Her appearance in the bar makes her look nothing like a Jedi. She just looks like a civilian until she is in her jedi robes the next day. She doesn't deliberately deceive them or anything. She just wanted to unwind after an undercover mission. She just didn't think bringing up that she is a Jedi was important, she assumed they already knew. The only hint she gave on their "date" night was a happy and playful "see you tomorrow" as they part ways to get to their respective homes/barracks. She is happy to see them the next day.

Cool fun little oneshot! Decided to go with Crosshair, seems more like his thing.

Hope you like it!

Xx,

Sky.

"SEE YOU TOMORROW"

CROSSHAIR/F REDADER 📩💖

WARNINGS: ALCOHOL, FLIRTING&TEASING.

Your muscles still ache after a two year undercover mision in Alcaz. Spending long hours of running and hiding in the capital will do that to anyone; even a Jedi. Your first mision with the Order started years ago; even if you're still young right now. Everyone starts early these days; you went from youngling to padawan and Jedi Knight in just a blink of an eye. The war makes you feel older than what you really are.

It's weird being back in Coruscant. Back in a normal setting were you don't need to constantly be aware of your surroundings –even if it's instinctual, now–; where you're not constantly in danger. Entering 79's, your eyes quickly flickering over the crowd of tipsy clones and the dance floor, a tiny smile makes it up to your face. You feel inmediately relieved, somehow. You don't need to pretend here. You don't need to be a soldier, a Jedi Knight, a General. You don't have responsabilities and lifes dangling from your shoulders. Here, right now, you can just be you, a simple girl in her twenty-two's.

Happy smile still in your face, you make your way towards the bar. You order a sweet drink light on the alcohol side to start with; turning around and taking small sips while you scan the bar distractedly. There's a few eyes on you already. Not because you're necesarily pretty –though you believe yourself to look alright–; but simply necause you're one of the few natives around here, and more so a woman. Clones will always be ever the gentleman, it's ingrained in their discipline, their sense of honor; but they're still men, real humans, and they have urges like everyone else. Like Jedis do, too, no matter what many people think.

You're not really in the mood for sex, though. You're too tired for that; your plan is to spend a few hours drinking and chatting and then return to the Temple. You've got a meeting tomorrow, and you should make sure you get your well deserved, comfortable sleep. You're almost drooling thinking of a bed already, but you'd like to unwind a bit first; even though your body is tired, you feel your mind too active to surrender to dreamland yet. Plus, you need to disconect from your previous mision and adapt to your new situation; to the new changes.

A few troopers that you had the chance to meet before starting your jump around the galaxy to serve to the Jedi and the Republic recognises you, and you quickly find yourself chatting amicably in a booth with them. They're kind, and perfectly respectful; they speak to you as if you were a normal person, though –not a general, not a Jedi–, and you soon fall into a relaxed posture and a lazy smile. None of you speak about war, about their fears and worries; but of hopes and desires, jokes and secret lovers that await for them patiently all over Coruscant. Some look flustered after realising they've confessed such things in front of you; but you just shake your head and smile. You're glad they're finding some happiness wherever they can.

On your third drink in –and probably the last one, judging by your flushed cheeks and the low hum of carefree excitement & arousal spreading inside of you– you feel another stare on you. It's heavy, it's intent so clear it's almost screaming at you; and you listen to your Jedi instincts, eyes slowly flickering around the bar to find it's owner.

You come up with a pair of dark brown eyes. They're the exact same shade of most of the clones in the GAR; and yet, it's stare so much more intense. It could almost cut through you and hit someone on the other side.

You study him curiously in the same way he has been observing you before. Even sitting down in a booth with some other soldiers, you can tell he's taller than most; the shape of his body and muscles long and thin, agile, though still strong. It's impossible not to notice the tattoo around his right eye; it fits him well, really. What surprises you most about him –besides his stare– is his hair, though; a mix of greys so pretty it almost shines under the lights of the 79's.

He's still dressed up on armour, like a lot of other soldiers on the bar. His is black and grey with a few stripes of dark red; a white skull with a "99" underneath it on his right pauldron. It's right then and there when you understand who he is, who they are; and your eyes twinkle in amusement, your smile widening. This is Clone Force 99, the squad that will be under your command. The Council told you they were different, that they had special abilities very useful for battles; but they fail to mention you they were literally, physically different as well.

You understand... Crosshair's –he must be– cautious and curious study then; he might be wanting to find out who exactly their new General is, and how does she behave when she's not on duty like everyone else.

You shoot him a grin and Crosshair's neutral, almost uniterested face turns into a smirk. He arches an eyebrow, and makes a gesture with his head; a welcome for you to join them in their table. You nod and say your goodbyes to the troopers; smiling and shooting one or two more playful comments before making your way across the room, walking confidently to this squad of extraordinary men.

"Hey there, boys" you greet them, deciding for informality in order to not spoil their night of fun from the start. "Care if I join?"

There's various reactions around the table. Crosshair looks amused. Echo and Tech are purely surprised –the later one quickly scanning you almost as if trying to find information about you with just his eyes–; while Hunter looks hesitant. Wrecker is openly excited and happy.

"Yeah, take a sit!" He pushes his brothers to one side, making room for you in the circular booth their sitting in, ignoring the other's quiet, pained grunts.

They all look a little tipsy too.

You chuckle and take the offer, letting down your drink on top of the table and sitting besides Wrecker. Crosshair arches his eyebrow again, still finding amusing how you seem confident enough in a table –a bar– surrounded by men. He likes confidence in a woman, but such levels are a bit more rare.

"Comfortable?" He asks, his voice deep and smooth, almost a lazy drawl, and you grin back at him.

"Very" you answer, emphasising your answer by taking a long sip of your alcohol and laying lazily against the booths backrest.

After holding his stare for a few seconds, you turn your attention back to the rest of the group; scanning them curiously. They do de same with you.

"So, didn't have time to do a change of clothes?" You point out. "Did you come back from a mission today, or is this just an night outfit choice?"

Wrecker laughs, will Echo and Hunter show a tiny smile. Tech is completely serious still, lost in his thoughts without tearing his eyes from you. Crosshair also stares at you.

"We came back from a mission a pair of hours ago, yeah" Hunter finally answers, relaxing slowly. "Thought we should enjoy a bit of freedom before getting back to work tomorrow".

His voice is deep as well; a bit more soft yet raspy.

"Ah" you answer, smiling guiltily. "Got it. Well, I'm not going to cut out your fun, no worries. Feel free to drink and chat as much as you like. Also... This is still a good fit. Beautiful armour, guys".

This time Tech blushes, Echo clears his throat in silence and Wrecker, Hunter, and Crosshair, all smile widely. Ah, yes, you forgot; armours are precious to all Mandalorians, including clones, and you could have very well call them...

"So you think we're hot? That it?" Crosshair drawls, eyes interested.

You laugh shrugging your shoulders. Yeah, well, you might be a little too tipsy. This is definitely your last drink if you want to keep things professional. Force knows if you weren't a Jedi and this weren't your men you'd have had already tried to take one of them home. Huh, it seems you're not as tired as you thought.

"Pretty" you correct him, if only to mock him a bit and play with him.

Crosshair's stare darkens and you can feel his arousal and want calling you through the Force.

You smile down playing with the rim of your glass distractedly, and feeling a sudden wave of shyness. Alcohol is a dangerous thing.

The thought makes you giggle a bit.

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The night goes on, and you switch to a non-alcohol drink as promised to yourself. The conversation turns normal and more easy as the clock ticks by; all of them being very interesting, fun people to chat with. Crosshair and Echo are more reserved than the rest; different types of quiet observing and thoughtfullness. You suspect the second one isn't as comfortable with your presence as the rest –while you have no doubt that that wouldn't suppose a problem in battlefield, you know he's an excellent soldier–; while Crosshair... Crosshair's intentions are still quite clear.

He's bold, you have to say. Most troopers wouldn't want to risk being reported for misconduct even if they know most Jedis would just gently shut their intentions down if it were the case. Clones usually don't want to risk it; though it's evident that Crosshair doesn't think you will or plainly, doesn't care.

It doesn't bother you. He's attractive, and it feels good to be desired; you're a Jedi, but you're also just twenty-two, and you can't help it yourself. Still, you're nothing but polite to him, if only a bit of playfullness here and there. You're not going to go to bed with him, not before your oficial meeting; not while you can still resist.

You sigh with a smile.

"Well, boys, it has been a pleasure" you start, standing up and patting Wrecker's shoulder besides you. "But I think I'm gonna go and try to shut an eye. Have your fun without me, see you tomorrow!"

Tech eyes widen slightly, observing your retreating figure while Crosshair makes a move to follow you out of 79's.

Tech grabs his brother's shoulder and pulls him back down, ignoring Crosshair's almost snarl.

"She expressed her desire to go to sleep, Crosshair. Let her be" he opted to say, still not 100% sure of his theory before proving it with a quick search on his datapad.

Crosshair sighed and gulped down the remaining of his drink.

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No matter that the Batch had left 79's pretty late in the night, they were all rised and prepared to meet their new General at 0600 puntually. Their faces carried nag under their eyes and various degrees of tiredness; but they weren't being shipped anywhere, so there was no real problem with that. It was just a formal meeting so they could put a face to the name and greet each other; then they'll be left alone to enjoy the rest of their shore-leave day.

"I hope she's nice!" commented Wrecker while they waited up in a line in front of the Marauder.

Hunter hummed.

"I just hope she lets us do our thing" he muttered, clearly not very happy about the new placement.

None of them were particularly enthusiastic; they had never had a personal Jedi General before, and it would be a big change for everyone involved.

"I am confident she will" answered Tech, perhaps the only one holding positive thoughts about it. "I have thoroughly researched our General in the early hours of the morning and she has an impressive record on undercover missions and other side tasks. It seems she is usually sent on unusual requests as well, just like us. In adition, she is fairly easy going. I am positive we would all be able to adapt to each other well".

Right when Wrecker was going to ask with a deep frown etched on his face how did he know she was as "easy-going" as Tech affirmed, a female figure crossed the doors of the hangar walking towards them with wide confident steps.

Wrecker's, Echo's and Hunter's faces stared back in shock; while Tech nodded firmly as if he were explaining something to them, and Crosshair followed the young Jedi's movement full of intrigue and a masked surprise.

"Morning, troopers!" She greeted them, still a few meters away from them.

Her smile was radiant in the greyness of the hangar bay.

Crosshair leaned towards the smartest of his brothers, subtle.

"Punishment for fucking your Jedi General?" he asked in a distracted whispered, eyes never leaving the woman aproaching them.

Tech answered completely unbothered by his antics; posture firm.

"From an informal reprimand to proper decomissioning".

Crosshair smirked.

"I'll risk it".

He arched an eyebrow in amused defiance when she looked straight at him.

THE END.

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Taraaa! Here it is love, hope you like it! It was a little fun cheeky thing to write :)

Not checked after finishing writing it cause I have exam tomorrow and still got a few finals left, but I hope I didn't make a lot of mistakes!

Only two more requests left before I jump onto another tbb Mermaid fic. Don't worry, yall, I will reopen requests the future, just let me survive my exams first ;)

Stay tunned!

Xx,

Sky.

Back to masterlist here:

[wings-and-beskargam]

Holograph of Archer walking into 79s GAR Goth Night!

“The club was bumping, and everyone seemed to be having a good time! I noticed a very fresh-faced lad who appeared to be studying me (while talking to himself?) before I finally spotted a familiar face (well one whom I know at any rate) - Gregor! Just as I was moving to chat with Gregor, a vaguely familiar man approached and quickly snapped this holo of me. Strange. I didn’t know there was going to be event holography….”

Using @eobe tag list for GAR Goth Night folks: @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @foxwithadarkside @fiveminutetrash @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feral-ferrule @skellymom @vimse @gargothnightzine @sunshinesdaydream @freesia-writes @covert1ntrovert @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @ladylucksrogue @eclec-tech

[leapingbadger]

GothyWan (or CodyWan at GAR Goth Night)

I've wanted to write something for this FOREVER! Hope you enjoy!

🖤 Read on AO3 🖤

Cody adjusted his shirt under the glow of 79s neon lights. Patrons spilled out of the doors, the thump of the bass making the ground vibrate. He sighed. He hated theme nights and wanted nothing more than to be curled up in Obi Wan’s arms back at the Jedi temple.

He pulled at the neck of his black turtleneck, straightened the black velvet blazer and pushed forward through the throng of identical faces until he could find his brothers.

“Cody,” he heard his name from across the room. Rex was sitting on the top of a booth, his feet on the seat and a blood red drink in one hand. He had rimmed his eyes in eyeliner and wore a mesh shirt and leather studded pants.

“Codes, you look so…respectable,” the captain said with a laugh. Cody rolled his eyes and took a seat, grabbing one of the spare drinks on the table and downing it before he could think better of it.

“Yeah,” Wrecker added, doffing his black and red top hat to the Commander, “You didn’t want to slut it up?”

“Nahh,” Hunter interjected, his trademark red bandana replaced with a black lace one. He was missing his shirt entirely, clearly feeling the skeletal tattoo covering half his body was more than gothy enough for the theme. The tight tuxedo pants he wore had a black lace stripe down the side in what Cody imagined was his attempt to look respectable as he left Omega with the sitter. “Cody doesn’t slut it up for anyone except his General. Isn’t that right, Codes? Where is Kenobi tonight?”

Cody sighed again and reached for another drink, “He thought it would be best if I take the hit of this debauchery on my own. Didn’t think a Jedi Master would be particularly welcomed.”

“Rubbish. I see no reason why General Kenobi shouldn’t have to suffer like the rest of us.” Tech interjected, dragging his goggled eyes away from his datapad long enough to make brief eye contact with Cody.

“Where’s Crosshair?” Cody asked, desperate to change the subject.

“Speaking of slutting it up,” Hunter said with an eye roll.

Cody followed his gaze to the bar where Crosshair, wearing a leather vest, was entwined and practically horizontal with a slim blonde in a black bustier, nipple pasties and not much else. “Is that?”

“Yeah, that’s her.” Hunter said, taking a gulp of his drink and scowling.

“Wow,” Cody said with a chuckle. “You weren’t kidding. How’d he managed that?”

“She’s not the prize you think she is,” Hunter replied grimly.

As if on cue, and with some kind of otherworldly sixth sense, the blonde sat straight up, Crosshair lips still puckered, turned around and barked across the room at Hunter.

He sighed and rolled his eyes again, downing his drink and reaching for another.

“Un-kriffin-believable,” he said.

“Why, thank you Sergeant, I try.”

Cody’s eyes widened and his legs collided with the table as he stood up so fast, stumbling out of the booth and almost falling onto Wrecker’s lap.

Obi Wan Kenobi, his Obi Wan Kenobi, stood in the middle of 79s in perhaps the sexist outfit he had ever worn. Cody’s jaw was slack as he took in the wide leg black pinstripe pants and tight-fitting pinstripe vest with an ornate gold chain detail on the pocket. He didn’t wear a shirt, instead choosing to show off the incredible arms and toned chest usually hiding under his jedi robes. Not to mention the large star map tattoo that traced down his right forearm and up over his shoulder. His blue eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner and a single gold hoop hung from his left ear.

“I…I…I didn’t think you were coming,” Cody rasped out, his brain overloaded with stimuli as the beat from the music thumped and lights flashed.

Obi Wan smiled at the group, “well, I thought perhaps it would be an education at the very least. If you prefer, I can leave…”

“NO,” the table shouted.

Cody’s brothers almost fell over themselves offering to get the general drinks. He shook his head, deciding to pluck one out of Cody’s hand and down it in one go, much to the amazement of the surrounding clones.

He shuffled after Cody into the booth, draping his arm around him possessively, his other hand landing on his Commander’s thigh. “Was I interrupting something?” the Jedi asked pleasantly.

“We were just discussing Cody’s outfit, Sir.” Rex interjected with a wicked grin. “You didn’t want to give him any pointers before he left your quarters?”

The rest of the table laughed as Cody crossed his arms over his chest.

Obi Wan raised his eyebrows at Rex and grinned, “I may have suggested some alterations, but it was decided they may make more sense for…personal use.” The Jedi’s gaze fell on Cody and the Commander felt heat claw at his cheeks as he reached for another drink. How many was this? Three? Four? This whole scenario felt like a bizarre fever dream. “However, Hunter. May I?” Obi Wan asked reaching across the table.

Cody rolled his eyes as he realized Hunter had rejected a shirt but not his vibroknife, which was secured to his shin instead of his forearm. The tracker unsheathed it with a dramatic twirl and offered the hilt to the Jedi.

“Cody, dear, would you mind?” Obi Wan asked as he scooted out of the booth to let Cody stand. He shrugged at his brothers as the Jedi sank to his knees, slitting the fabric of his turtleneck so it stopped just above his waist, showing off his washboard abs.

Cody chuckled and went to sit down but Obi Wan’s hand was on his shoulder, “One moment. I’m not finished with you yet.” He purred.

“Do you need us to leave?” Wrecker interjected with a guffaw.

Obi Wan grinned deviously as he rolled the blazer off Cody’s shoulders, effectively pinning his arms as he took the knife to the neckline of the shirt, cutting a deep V that left about two inches of fabric holding the top together. The Jedi’s face was so close to his neck Cody could feel his breath. A tingle went up his spine. Obi Wan was enjoying this. He knew the effect he was having.

The Jedi turned Cody to the others for inspection.

“Much better,” Rex said with a laugh. He was laying down on the back of the booth now, drinking his cocktail out of a twirly straw, his smudged eyeliner giving him a sleepy look.

“It was a perfectly good shirt,” Cody said exasperated as Hunter, Tech, Wrecker and Rex laughed.

“You certainly looked dashing, my darling. But there’s no need to look respectable on such an occasion.” Obi Wan said, his hand tracing over Cody’s abs.

“You look pretty respectable yourself, Obi Wan.” Cody complained.

“Oh?” Obi Wan said, turning to the others, who all shrugged.

“I think you look great,” Wrecker said as he finished chugging some ale.

Obi Wan’s eyes traced down his outfit, “well, we can’t have that, can we?” he said, taking off his vest and throwing it into the booth.

“Shall we?” Obi Wan asked, grabbing Cody’s hand and dragging him towards the dance floor.

“Shouldn’t we be a little…subtle?” Cody asked, his eyes flying back to the safety of the table.

His brothers were no help. They raised their glasses in salute, Hunter wolf-whistled and Wrecker cheered loudly as Obi Wan continued on. Tech gave a half-hearted wave, his eyes still on his datapad.

“Subtlety is overrated, my love.” Obi Wan said, swinging him around so they collided, their bodies pressed tightly together, Obi Wan’s hand on the small of Cody’s back. Cody felt himself relax into the Jedi’s arm.

“This is how rumors get started, you know.” Cody said with a laugh.

“No,” Obi Wan said, dipping his Commander low over his knee, “this is how rumors are started,” he purred, his lips connecting with Cody’s hungrily.

Cody’s arms reached around Obi Wan’s bare shoulders as they straightened up. There was movement around them. The base vibrated through the floor, the lights casting shadows in the dim room. But they remained locked together, devouring each other, and starting many a rumor.

@gargothnightzine

@crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf - I hope I did Tah'ny justice, even if I didn't name her! 🖤

*I've seen art of Obi Wan's tattoo but am not sure who created it so wanted to pay homage. If you know who it is, please let me know so I can tell them how amazing it is. I can't see Obi Wan any other way now!

[ladylucksrogue]

What Happens in the Photo Booth...

Couldn't let Wolffe and Liri miss out on all the fun!

Not an artist but I got inspiration from this fun picrew

Thanks to @wings-and-beskargam for the idea and awesome template!

The character design for my OC Liri isn't exact here but it still turned out rather cute!

Drabble under the cut, no worries, it's SFW despite the title ;)

Grand Theft Taglist: @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech @fiveminutetrash @eobe @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feral-ferrule @ladylucksrogue @nika6q @skellymom @vimse @gargothnightzine @sunshinesdaydream @noblelightfighter @returnofthepineapple @freesia-writes @covert1ntrovert @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy @risavulpes @niobiumao3 @sazzujazzu @blackseafoam @thora-sniper @foxwithadarkside @gars-weaponeer @vodika-vibes

Liri approached the photo booth with the same wary curiosity she reserved for a case file that didn’t quite add up. Her brow furrowed as she read the sign, then her face lit up.

“Oh!” she said, spinning toward Wolffe. “They print on actual flimsi.”

He raised a brow.

“Come on,” she insisted. “It’s vintage.”

“More like outdated.”

“It’s charming,” she countered, drawing the word out in that Coruscanti lilt of hers.

Wolffe smirked. “Oh, well if it’s charming…” he teased, deliberately mimicking the way she rolled the word.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Let me guess, you want to take photos.” Wolffe said, eyeing the booth.

“I do. I'd like one of you,” she said like it was obvious.

“You already have holos of me.”

“Yeah, but not on actual flimsi. And—”

“And what?”

She gave a shrug. “We don’t really have any together, you know?”

He saw it, the flicker of something hopeful. The fight went out of him.

“Will we both even fit in there?”

Liri grinned. “Only one way to find out.”

They squeezed into the booth finding it a bit roomier than they thought. Liri leaned in to tap the screen.

“We get three takes,” she said.

“Alright,” Wolffe replied, sounding almost resigned.

She tapped on “Start” and the screen went dark.

“Huh.”  She tapped again, “Is it working?” 

The flash went off, startling them both.

Liri jumped back. “Okay, it’s timed, apparently. Oh kriff—”

She reached to fluff her hair, but in the tight space ended up elbowing Wolffe squarely in the face, just as the second flash went off.

“Are you alright?” Liri asked as she turned toward him, hands already on his face as he blinked hard, his cybernetic clearly not loving the sudden burst of light.

“Think it’d give a warning,” he muttered, squinting.

“We better act fast if we want one good one.”

“What did you have in mind?” He asked.

Liri slid an arm around him and pulled him in. The third flash went off just as her lips met his.

He relaxed into it. “Think any of those turned out?” He asked against her lips.

“Let’s check.”

They emerged from the booth, and Liri plucked the strip of flimsi and held it up.

The first photo showed Liri leaning forward, focused no doubt on the screen.

“I like that one,” Wolffe said, smirking.

“Of course you do. You can see straight down my shirt.” Liri said wryly.

The second had Liri mid gesture, her elbow making impact with Wolffe’s face.

Liri winced. “I am sorry about that.”

“I’ve had worse,”  He said dryly.

In the final photo, she was pulling him into a kiss. Her eyes were closed, and she was smiling. He looked more dazed than anything, the red mark on his cheek just starting to show.

“We can try again,” he offered as she stared down at it.

But Liri shook her head, giving him a soft smile.  “It’s perfect,” she said.

Wolffe glanced over her shoulder again. “Yeah. Guess so. We don’t really do things the easy way anyway, do we?”

She turned, leaned in, and kissed him again, just an almost chaste brush of her lips. But the fire in her eyes lit him up from the inside out.

“Wouldn’t trade it for anything,” she said.

[plumbus-central]

i love imagining scenarios where morty and summer meet rick and minnie when they were their age, whether through time travel, parallel universe, age regression, or some other sci fi nonsense.

god bless him mortys trying hard to relate to his teenage grandmother from the late 70s

[freesia-writes]

Goth Night at 79s!!

LOVE this idea that’s going around! Big thanks to @lonewolflupe and @eobe and @ghostymarni!! I’m workin on a little one-shot for this, to hopefully add to the Howzer longfic, but in the meantime, enjoy Aurelia all dressed up. It's TOTALLY out of character for her but she’s trying to feign confidence (and I think it’s working). 😜

EDITED TO ADD — Her outfit was thrust upon her by @dystopicjumpsuit’s OC Cerra, who will make frequent appearances as the end of the Howzer fic connects to the end of Stars Beyond Number. 🤓 Cerra was trying to get her to spice things up for a certain Captain. 😉

Also, I feel the need to keep reiterating this, but one key point about her throughout the fic is that she is exceptionally unremarkable in appearance. Butttt this is the best face claim I could find that seemed to fit, aside from one or two single stock photos that didn’t provide enough angles, and Kelsey Asbille is tragically pretty. So take the fanart with a grain of salt. 😂🙈

[eobe]

Troublemakers at the GAR Goth Night 👀

Finally releasing my boys into the wild 👀🦉✨ For an event like this their Commander Jedi Padawan Eo wasn’t able to to hold them back anymore, even if they‘re still not properly introduced 🙈

That has a simple reason: Always when I try to work on their OC sheets, I get new lore and instead of finishing I escalate in my notes grid 😂✨

Here's also the clean look:

I managed a sudden writing 3 months ago – my first unplanned and shared attempt to break up the writing blockade, that is older than the moon my art blockade was 👀

The Source Code – A single clone, that knows too much and tries to change things without getting killed 👀

Owl Squad from left to right:

Medic Text 💬

Heavy gunner Voice 🎶 <- the lucky one that got a lil introduction 😂

ARF trooper sniper Forest 🌲

ARC trooper Source ♟️

Sergeant Sixoh 🏹

And here some closer looks 😽

The tattooed babygirls 😂 Text is a bit older than Voice, but they grew together since Owl Squad, so they're "The Abysmal Twins" 👀 (having a bit abysmal lore). They had a little fun cameo here 😁

The "Force Twins" ☯️ Forest "The Shaman" and Source "The Sorcerer" 😎 (I have too much lore and too less time to write)

And Sixoh came through one of those multidimensional portals in the 79s' backrooms 🤪 Through GAR time he looked like a shiny, even as Sergeant. The wild look is when he joins Rex' underground 😎

You see, I want to blurt out their stories, but I'm still waiting for my time-freezing bubble, where I can work or sleep for some hours, while outside only some seconds pass 😅

Taglist: @bixlasagna @vrycurious @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @spaceyjessa

GAR Goth Night friends and Chaos vode 🖤✨ @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech @foxwithadarkside @fiveminutetrash @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feral-ferrule @ladylucksrogue @nika6q @skellymom @vimse @gargothnightzine @sunshinesdaydream @noblelightfighter @returnofthepineapple @freesia-writes @covert1ntrovert @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy @risavulpes @niobiumao3 @sazzujazzu @blackseafoam @thora-sniper

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

Gar Goth Night Pt 1.

Just keep trying to intimidate her buddy.

To Be Continued

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@feral-ferrule @eobe @lonewolflupe @foxwithadarkside @eclec-tech @vimse @ghostymarni @gargothnightzine

[eclec-tech]

It Was a Dark and Gothy Shiny Night 🖤

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63659299/chapters/163292881

It's GAR Goth Night at 79's, and one newly arrived shiny discovers that his new white armor is decidedly NOT the way to dress tonight.

@gargothnightzine @eobe @wings-and-beskargambeskargam @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @foxwithadarkside @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @nika6q 

reblog divider by @dystopicjumpsuit/chain divider by @strangergraphics

[ghostymarni]

the commando medic, had no plans to attend GAR goth nite

after his mission with Aev, he hoped that was the last of her he’d have to deal with. unfortunately for him it was the complete opposite. one of the Jedi ( @eobe ) saw him in passing and it caught wind he was the newest transfer to the coruscant guard’s forces

Aev hunted him down to find him passing by in a hallway, “listen CC-7891, my friend Eo saw you the other day and asked to invite you to our theme night at 79’s. just show up, you already fit right in.” She instructed with a shrug and a smile

He stared at Aev after a long pause, realizing she wasn’t going to take a no.

“what time?” He rumbled

Aev perked up a bit, “1800 hours, show up whenever it’s going late into the morning, see you there!” She turned half waving as she soft jogged around the corner.

-

Later that evening the medic arrived, ordered a hard drink and found a wall nearest to the back door. He sparked up a deathstick while crowd watching. Shifting in his leather gloves and jacket, he got comfortable.

He didn’t mind it, he just didn’t care enough to protest. Aev noticed him across the bar lifting up her chin, reaching above her head for a half wave. The commando didn’t move, only slow blinked and let out a slow exhale of smoke in acknowledgement.

[laspicyfresa]

HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO MY COUSIN, SISTER, BEST FRIEND, AND 79s COWORKER, VALERIA!!!!! @valeriarc 😌

Had to draw her little Chiss OC. She’s got an energetic and hardworking yet flirty personality that catches the eye of any clone that walks through those our doors and although she has a special relationship with some of them (wink wink) her one true love is the bandana wearing sergeant 💋

Te amo, wor! 🫵🏼😘