#Anakin is Rex's little white brother

[carolina-star]

Following the Teenage General and Commander AU.

Rex meet the new padawan Anakin. He's a little feral child and is obsessed with robots but Rex loves him with all his heart (even though makes Rex worries to much).

Anakin is Rex's little brother, or In Anakin own words "blondie bros".

He needs help Cody meet (saves) Rex

Teenage General and Commander Masterlist

[stars-n-spice]

Things my family said after I forced them to watch the Bad Batch Clone Wars arc with me because it was my birthday:

This was the first time ever that my mom watched Bad Batch and did not ask me who Wrecker was or why I have a crush on him lmao

My mom: "Why do they age like that?" - "They white-washed the clones." - "Oh."

A clone would pop up on the screen and my sister would go, "Crosshair?" or like,, try and get their names right and then get all happy when I said she was correct

Tech spoke and my mom burst out laughing and looked right at me - "He seems very familiar."

"Crosshair has HAIR?!?" <- one of my sisters who has seen these episodes repeatedly because I always watch them

My brother asked if Rex was going through a breakup and if that's why he's blonde - then he asked "Oh, he's Anakin's bro though, right?" And when I confirmed it he was he went, "Oh, nvm. That makes sense." Which ???? Hello??

He ALSO asked if it was canon that Hunter was very hairy??? Because in his mind,, if he was really hairy that's why he has good senses - like how the hairs in our ear pick up sound or something??? And then said if he made fanart of Hunter he would make him very hairy. Which,, I completely approve of and want to see more of.

Every time one of the Bad Batch would do or say something one of my siblings (out of the four I have) would say something along the lines of - "Autism." Or "Oh my god they're so autistic." - They said this the most with Tech and Wrecker though, but Crosshair was a close third.

When Crosshair did that little shot with putting the Firepuncher on Tech's shoulder my sister was impressed - "Oh, that was smooth."

And then everyone made fun of Hunter for taking off on the grappling hook, firing at the Poletec and missing (My mom: "Yeah, shoot at it so it drops you a hundred feet from the ground, that's real smart"), and then fucking falling off of it

When Crosshair was goading Rex about Echo my mom was like "Why did he come if he's going to act like this?" And I told her, "He's a little bitch." And she burst out laughing.

Then when Rex, Crosshair, and Wrecker were fighting my dad was like "😧 so violent!"

My mom didn't believe Rex in thinking Echo was alive - she kept going, "I don't know..." and then they opened the stasis chamber and she was like "😮 omg he was right."

They all collectively felt bad for Echo after seeing him for the first time - "Oh, THAT'S why he looks like that 😦. That's inhumane." <- my sister who would make fun of him every time he saw him

He'd turn around or something and show off all the holes and they would flinch and cringe :(

Then my brother and sister started talking about accessorizing him and putting flowers and stuff in those holes :( which I thought was sweet

And my mom kept yelling at Tech to "UNPLUG HIM ALREADY!!!!"

My mom kept saying that someone needed to get Echo some pants - "Mom, I don't think they brought pants on the mission." - "So? Anakin has like three layers! He can give him some clothes!"

She also kept saying "me duele la cabeza" every time Echo touched his head

My sister called Hunter a "femboy" after he did his little head roll he does after taking out those droids - which,, uh,, okay?? sure I guess???

And my brother called either Crosshair or Hunter gay at one point for like,, no reason I mean,, obvious reasons but I cannot remember when or why he said that

They kept asking why they didn't get shot at all and kept giving the droids shit about being useless

My mom about Tech being like 🤓☝🏽: "Why does he do that? Does the finger do anything?? Does it get the information out faster??" - My brother: "It's his antenna." - My mom: *bursts out laughing*

every time Mace Windu was on the screen they would complain about his design - "Why'd they make him look like E.T?" <- my dad

They did not like Admiral Trench at all - thought he was gross

They thought Wrecker and Crosshair one upping each other was funny

Also also - My Mom: "Crosshair can shoot again?" <- she watched s3 with me (without seeing any prior bad batch episodes) - "Yeah, he doesn't have trauma yet." - "Oh."

"It must be so fun to be a part of a group with zero brain cells." <- my brother about the Bad Batch

It was funny because they'd ask questions of like "how" and "why" literally seconds before the characters themselves would ask the questions and then go like "THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING ANAKIN!!"

There was probably more shit they said but that's all I remember off the top of my head.

Also here are some things I noticed that I hadn't before:

Crosshair is a fucking DIVA. Holy shit?? It's so weird to go from s3 Crosshair to TCW s7 Crosshair because they feel like two different people. For some reason he seemed really young to me? Like I know that the Bad Batch are all technically supposed to be the same age and Crosshair is just the "youngest" but for some reason he REALLY seems like the youngest in TCW. Like to the point where he seems ACTUALLY a few years younger than the rest of them. Like if all of them are supposed to be 26(ish) he felt like he was 24 or something because he was being a little teenage brat like,, holy shit.

Like you have Hunter kinda acting like his interpreter and explaining his behavior and whatnot and then you have Wrecker who is always looking out for him and ready to square up and fight for him whenever Crosshair pushes buttons, and it just really makes it seem like Crosshair is truly the youngest. And not even like in terms of "coming out the tube last" or whatever, but like,, in a regular family dynamic he seemed a few years younger than the rest of them.

Idk if that makes sense,, but like,, he was acting like a teenage brat or something and it made him seem so much younger than he is??

After Rex gives the speech to the Poletec to convince them to join the fight, Crosshair goes "UGH" and Dee Bradley Baker put so much sass and disgust into it - I was fucking dying,, holy shit.

Also my mom and brother pointed out that Wrecker flips over the gunship with ONE hand and I wasn't able to function for a good while. Max.exe stopped working because I realized they were RIGHT and oh my god oh my god oh my god-

ALSO!! ECHO HAD EARS THIS ENTIRE TIME AND I THINK WE JUST COLLECTIVELY FORGOT??

I mean,, I say "we" but maybe it was just me - but like,, I remember when Echo took off his helmet in s3 when he was infiltrating Tantiss and everyone collectively lost their shit

BUT LIKE!! AFTER THEY RESCUE HIM AND HE HAS HIS LITTLE JUMPSUIT THINGY HE HAS HIS EARS!!

Idk - I think my family thought I was crazy because all of a sudden I started to shout "HE'S HAD EARS THIS WHOLE TIME?!?" in the middle of an episode

[vodika-vibes]

Hello friend! I have a request if you have the time, and it doesn't have to be very long.. here's the idea: During the early days of the clone wars Anakin is teamed up with a Jedi that wars blue robes, and Rex is immediately intrigued, cuz you know, 501s blue. His intrigue grows into admiration and then infatuation. He's crushing real hard. And this Jedi feels the same way.

So yeah maybe the kiss maybe they don't, whatever you like (it'd be great if the kiss 👀).

Again, only if you have time. Thanks 💙

Alright There, Captain?

Summary: Rex falls in love.

Pairing: Captain Rex x F!Jedi Reader

Word Count: 946

Warnings: Mentions of Fives' death

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Hihi! I hope this is close to what you wanted. I was trying to make it seem like snapshots into Rex's life as he slowly falls in love, but I'm not sure I pulled it off. Happy reading!

So far as Rex is aware, Jedi only wear black, dark brown, light brown, or white. Of course, his only evidence for this is General Skywalker and General Kenobi, but it seems to hold true. Based on some of the conversations he’s had with brothers in other battalions, at least.

As far as Rex is concerned, it might as well be a rule. Jedi wear muted colors.

And Rex genuinely believes that…right up until the day a young woman arrives on the Resolute in her small ship. She’s obviously a jedi, based on the lightsaber hanging on her hip and based on how enthusiastically General Skywalker greets her, but she doesn’t look like any jedi he’s met before.

For one, the only part of her outfit that could be considered “robe like” is the cloth belt around her waist. For another, her belt is the same shade of blue as his armor.

“Ah, Rex! There you are.” General Skywalker calls him over with a bright smile, and then he turns to the woman, “This is my Captain, he’ll show you someplace where you can change. Are you sure you don’t need to go to medical?”

“I’m fine, Anakin.” She says with a laugh, “You worry overly much.” And then she turns her gaze to Rex, “Alright there, Captain?”

“Nice to meet you, ma’am.” He replies politely.

She smiles kindly, “I just need someplace private to change back into my robes before I give my mission brief.”

“Of course, right this way.”

When she came out of the private fresher, dressed in blue and white robes, Rex couldn’t help his interest. She’s unlike any other jedi that he’s ever met. 

But he’s still a clone, and they are still a galaxy at war. So, while he makes a mental note of her name, he figures that this will be the last time he sees her. 

So far as he’s concerned, they’re just two ships passing in the night. A shame, but such is his fate.

The next time he sees her is several months later, when she rescues him and some of his brothers from a surprise attack.

She appears from nowhere, emerging from the surrounding forest to take out the droids as though she had been summoned. And, in spite of all of the physical activity, and in spite of the danger, she looks calm and composed.

Her hair is neat, as are her robes, and she doesn’t move more than she has to.

Rex can’t help but compare her to General Skywalker, and with some shame, he admits that his General is lacking when compared to her. Anakin would never be so calm and composed in a situation like this.

She commands the battlefield like she’s a goddess of war…and Rex finds himself smitten with her.

Once the fighting is over, Rex expects her to leave, to return to her mission, like what Anakin would do. But she surprises him, by taking the time to make sure that the men are okay, helping them to their feet, and patching up the ones who needed it.

And then she’s at his side, a warm smile on her pretty face as she kneels next to him, “Alright there, Captain?”

“Yes ma’am, just a little dinged.” Rex replies as she helps him sit up, “Thanks for helping.”

“You don’t have to thank me for caring, Rex.” She looks around, “Where’s your General?”

Rex’s face falls, “I…don’t know.”

Her face remains calm, “Not here then. That’s alright, do you mind if I take charge until he arrives?”

“I’d appreciate that General,” Rex says, as he stares at her face.

She favors him with the warmest smile, and Rex feels his heart skip a beat, “Rest now, General.” She says as she presses her hand against his shoulder, “I’ll take care of everything else.”

And, as she walks away, Rex can’t help but wonder if this is what love feels like.

The night after Fives dies, Rex is in a bar. He’s not drunk, but he doesn’t want to see his brothers. He doesn’t want to see anyone. Not Anakin. Not Obi-Wan. Not any of his brothers from the 501st.

For one night, he just wants to stop being him.

He lifts his head when a pair of delicate looking hands, with blue nails, appears in his line of sight. He follows the deceptively frail looking arms up to a familiar face.

Her smile is sad, “Alright there, Captain?”

He releases a shuddering breath, “No. Not really.”

She nods and slides into the booth next to him, her body soft and warm when pressed against his side, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I just…I want to stop being me, just for one night.” Rex admits as he looks at her. 

Her hands come up and cup his face, “I wish I could take your pain from you.” She whispers.

Rex stares at her, at her pretty face, at her stunning eyes, at the way she still wears his colors—

“I’ve always loved how you wear my colors,” Rex admits as he lightly touches the blue part of her robe. “You look good in them.”

Her smile is warm, “Blue has always been my favorite color.”

“It suits you.” Rex murmurs, his hands come up to cradle her face, “Can I kiss you?”

Her smile widens slightly, “I’d like that a lot.” She whispers.

It’s all she needs to say, as Rex leans in and presses his lips against hers. She’s warm and soft and everything he’s ever fantasized about and more. And, for the first time in a long time, Rex thinks that maybe everything will be alright.

[salaminus]

Rex & Cody and the unclear connection points

Summary:

Rex and Cody recently got Natborns on the ship who are actually civilians and of course they can spawn randomly in the galaxy, not to mention they have some potential for anything that can burn. Time for a briefing

Non-native speaker, pleaser bear with me.

Masterlist

Rex has two headaches. One is called Anakin Skywalker, is practically the same age as him in Natborn years, wields a glowstick and has never landed a ship without it being destroyed. The second is a baby Jedi edition with pointy teeth and an even pointier tongue - small, so small, so inexperienced, so eager to learn, but.... SMALL! And of course it comes after the first headache, Rex never has it easy. There was even a song written about it, 'I like it rough' by Lady Gaga - Rex recently got one of those strange cell phone devices, packed with music from an alien planet, which he listens to while typing reports. And he makes playlists, depending on his mood, the 'Headache' series in gradations from one to four. Playlist Two-three-quarters is currently playing, blaring out of the small device on the metal plate, next to a crooked tower of datapads. Framed in a really picturesque way, a few more are scattered across the plate, always nicely lined up, as straight as possible, because Rex doesn't like clutter.

The only thing that doesn't fit into the picture is the bottle, the liquid in it is dark red, a strange contrast to the other light and dark gray in the cabin, especially as it glows because it illuminates the lamp above the desk. Rex has thrown his legs up on the table - the door is closed, no one can see him like this and that's a good thing - and rubs his temples with one hand before stretching and reaching for the bottle. A very slow movement, as he still has a datapad on his thighs that he doesn't want to drop. The display grins at him, the grooves roll down gently, always at the same regular intervals, spreading a cold blue-white light - because there's nothing there. He hasn't typed a single letter yet, there isn't even a heading because he has deleted it.

Education - inappropriate, doesn't hit the nail on the head, too complicated, raises too many questions. Nici and Jojo - sounds like porn, he'll never save it anywhere where Wolffe can find it and make stupid comments. Natborn operating instructions - See above, this is even worse. Rex must know, he knows his vod'e, even Bly howls with laughter at the title and he wasn't really susceptible to dick jokes. My fourth headache - If a Medic somehow reads this, Redcross will annoy him again. He can actually ignore him, but recently there's a younger brother in the medbay (Kix, because their names are the same length and share a letter, Rex likes him) and he flinches every time he pulls the Medic title, but he does (and Rex doesn't like that).

Cody's problem - Would be lying, it's his own, because OF COURSE they didn't show up on the Negoiator, no, no, no, they showed up on the Resolute. Of course.

For now, Rex puts the bottle on and takes a big swig, even if the alcohol burns his mouth out and brings tears to his eyes - it's the weird stuff his boys have been brewing lately, he urgently needs to do more routine inspections in the barracks, otherwise they'll flood the ship and that won't end well. According to the regulations, alcohol is forbidden on duty, on the ships, on all GAR equipment. Luckily Rex is always on duty. Carousing assholes. A little absently, he shakes the bottle gently in his hand, listens to the clear liquid gurgling, then places it on the edge of the table next to his ankle. What a risk, what a danger, he of all people, the rule-abiding captain, rebels in his old age, becomes careless, not at all Cody's little nerd. Kriffin' hell. If Fox knew that, his eyes would pop out. Speaking of Fox. Rex grabs the right-hand datapad - his own, he can even feel it through his gloves, every groove on it, the light scratches. The painted Jaig Eyes, he can't, although there's even a second pair of them by now (If he already has a Natborn who is gifted at drawing who's getting on his nerves, he might as well use that, to the prime with you, Kote!)

The commander chat is empty, no new messages after the last flood of fraternal insults, Rex has to tap the arrow key a little until the chat with Fox pops up. He hasn't read the last twenty messages either (he probably doesn't even know how to do that), not that it would stop Rex from sending him another stupid holonet picture. At the same moment, the name at the top of the chat gets fat - WhatdoestheFoxsay - He says get karked is ONLINE. What's going on here? Rex is about to send him a middle finger when the door next to him shoots open- "Fuck you, Cody, you're late." He is, way late, probably his stupid ori'vod was banking on Rex already having this thing ready. Uhh, I'm marshal commander, Rex, the responsibilities, you have to understand me... Yeah, no. On principle, Cody isn't looked at, at least until the commander leans over Rex's feet and grunts as he grabs the bottle Rex confiscated for himself. "Get your own booze, what do you have Ghost for!" "Get your feet off the table, you rag." First stealing alcohol and then getting cheeky, that's what Rex likes. Cody should know better, of all people he knows how Rex deals with this sort of thing and yet he drinks far too relaxed - at least until Rex elbows him in the stomach. Cody gasps, tears his eyes open, actually spits booze, goes down on his knees for a millisecond - ever so slightly, but Rex has seen it and can't help but laugh. "Where's your cover, what's wrong with you?" Very slowly, Cody raises the hand he's holding the bottle in, wipes the back of his hand as he stares at Rex, the semi-evil Cody look Jojo likes to call "Sauron himself". Whoever that is, the image of a glowing red eye on a tower presented to him didn't help much - speaking of Jojo. The problem part one, the reason Rex is sitting here, and Cody should be here, but he's a nasty Hutt and is, once again, late. However, Cody is of the opinion to remind Rex of his marshall commander rank, he fixes Rex again without blinking, the head slightly tilted. "Are you getting cheeky, vod'ika?" There were times when Rex was really a bit scared of him. He was three then, now he's twelve, soon to be thirteen - which Cody seems to like to forget, as well as that they have the same training, only Rex, because he was planned as a CT, didn't become a commander and won't be because his Jedi has a Padawan. Because Rex only folds his arms behind his head and smiles compassionately at his ori'vod, Cody bares his teeth for half a second. "Oh, you asked for it, karking little shit...!"

And then he leaps forward, throwing himself at Rex with all his weight before Rex can get the blaster out of the holster. "You don't stun me, don't stun me, Rexi!" He's totally going to do that, Cody will see, for now they roll around on the ground, trying to pin each other, before Cody goes limp all at once and just stays on Rex's chest like he's a pillow. "I'm getting too old for this shit, why did I train you again..." So that they can now both sit side by side in front of Rex's bunk, legs stretched out, the questionable bottle between them. It's half empty by now, Cody's eyes are glassy, Rex's own are certainly glassy too, but he can't see that. However, he can already see his vo'd, who has rested his head on Rex's leg and is scratching the bridge of his nose, just like the datapad in Cody's hand.

"Karking hell, of course we get that kind of shit and nobody else does. Can't even Ponds get kriff like that? Or Wolffe, the big bad Wolffe on a rescue mission, he knows a thing or two about civilians - we absolutely won't ask him, Rex. Never. You might, but I will not." No, Rex won't either, it's enough that the Commander calls him a puppy, no matter how many times he punches him in the face. Some things just never change, especially with Wolffe, the imperfect commander in the marshal patch. All of his batchmates - Cody, Fox, Bly - they all became marshals, except Wolffe.

Because Wolffe didn't want to. In short, if Rex asks Wolffe for help because he has two karking Natborns on his ship that the Jedi don't know exactly what to do with, he'll laugh at him, just laugh hysterically into the com, before pushing him away, guaranteed with a comment like "You wanted to join us, CT!". Rex doesn't like that (just like when the medics pull rank, but he's more likely to let Kix take care of him than ask his ori'vode for help with Nici and Jojo). Because Rex doesn't answer anything, at least not vocally, he snorts once too loudly, which makes Cody grin wickedly before his favorite brother shakes his head. His hair scrapes over the plastoid under his head, Cody reaches out for the bottle and yawns without covering his mouth. "I could ask Bly. Emphasis on could, I'm sure he already knows what's going on with us anyway. After all, his Jedi is also on the Council and she tells him too much anyway. I'm actually surprised that nothing has come-" Rex's datapad beeps, the display lights up and reports a message on priority mode in the command chat. He sticks his finger in Cody's ear. "You've jinxed it!" Unfortunately, it's Cody, who stares Rex in the eye and doesn't even react, even though Rex put his finger in his mouth beforehand. Cody's nose twitches for half a second, though, making Rex curl his lips into a grin, before he leaves Cody's ear and grabs his datapad.

BLYla REX BLYla REX REX REX BLYla REXxxxxxxx WhatdoestheFoxsay - He says get karked Shut up BLYla Rude. REEEEEX. Cody BLYla Then this way @WOLFFE . Rex and Cody have kids! NeYO is online NeYO Nova asks for more information, which ARCs are there this time BLYla has sent a picture. A blonde young woman with curls pokes Ki-Adi-Mundi through the eye, another dark-haired one looks fierce enough that Wolffe would be proud BLYla Something to say? Bacara Mood. BLYla Not you! Bacara Shameless slut Wolffe is online. Wolffe has sent a picture. WHO. IS. THAT.

That's a problem for someone else. Rex has work to do. He has to finish writing a report. Regrettably, his Ori'vod is a marshal and he needs to read the chat, especially messages sent in priority mode. Cody clicks on the chat without comment and immediately disconnects before the pad can show his status as online.

Ponds is online. Commander Cody, I can see the activity log. Anything to say to the matter?

"No," Cody grumbles against Rex's leg, rolling onto his other side. "I don't want to. I'm drunk - We finish this fucking file now and send the thing, then we're out and all the other shebse shut the fuck up. Great idea, very good, let's do it, so come on, old boy. Rex, type something." Funny, hilarious, but Rex dutifully takes the datapad - and waits. Connection points in  orders need to be clarified, so let Cody do it, because he should know best.

So far, he's just staring at the ceiling, his own datapad pushed far away from him towards the door so that he doesn't see the flashing of new messages. "Let's start with... We'll just make a list. Bullet point one: Keep away from anything flammable. Bar two: Humor is good, but inappropriate, a gag is recommended. Bullet point three: Will not die immediately in blaster fire. Follow orders, nevertheless clarify rank beforehand. Mirror line four: Mirror line four: They offer cookies if they want to apologize. Cookies are very tasty. Dash Six: Unrecognizable in the Force, the Jedi disagree on how to proceed. Until then, categorized as... Natborn in clone training. Mirror Stitch Seven: Further testing and training required. Mirror Stitch Seven and a half: Deal with it, shebse - You know what, Rexi? Who do these two actually belong to, as whom did your idiot of a general save them?" In the system, Cody says in the GAR system, they have to be listed, because Rex will start a rampage if his battalion gets less food because of Natborns. "Information person, but with the wrong form. He took the one for contact-persons." All at once, Cody jerks up vertically - he's grinning ear to ear, a real Kote-grin. Damn, did Rex miss that, they've been getting fewer and fewer since the war started, the last one was a long time ago, so karking long ago...

"Contact-persons, yes? Very well. The 501st is ultimately under the command of the Seventh Air Force Corps, in other words under my command. I just happen to be responsible for their training and development. Coincidentally. You suggest people as ARCs and I sign off on it, of course, that's how it works. So the Natborns are formally mine and not outside Jedi? They're part of the GAR, though never officially joined, of course not, because contact-persons, thank heavens for Skywalker's lack of competence...!"

Two minutes later, Rex is typing on a training form for continuing education whereas Cody is just laughing. He's still chuckling even when their request is confirmed and Kamino announces that they're expecting and scheduling the three of them to arrive in three standard weeks.

[fangirlforeversthings]

Obi wan anakin and ahsoka family soap blurb

So i just rewatched one of @zengers star wars ai videos on youtube (which i can only highly recommend they're the best) and heard obi wan calling anakin and ahsoka 'kids'. And this combined with their relationship what was always big bro little sister and their tired single dad i had an idea of soap about obi wan ahsoka and anakin and their daily life:

Anakin and ahsoka being the kids, anakin the older broher and ahsoka the younger sister and obi wan is their tired single dad raising them (also the mom role with their mom satine already passed away who had loved her beloved kids and husband uncondicionally and was so fun and warm and sweet and is missed every day so badly) and r2 d2 being their pet which dad never wanted but the kids found it lost without a home and begged him that they please could keep it an that they would ofc take care of it (obi dad has to take it on walks and feed it and we know it) but in the end he still loves it aswell. Yoda being their unhinged great grandvather already in retirement home telling dirty jokes at the dinner table on thanksgiving and qui gon being their grandfather living nearby teaching them dumb shit joining them on their stupid adventures. Mace windu being their neighbour who hates kids but especially them two who always destroy his peace and quite, windows and lawn. Yelling over the fence to kenobi to get his fucking brood in control while they always play pranks on him all the time. Padme being anakins girlfriend, rex their cousin and cody, quinlan and obi single dad besties, a bros since childhood trio.

Them (the kids and the dad bros) spreading chaos wherever they go. Kids making the dumbest decisions and going on the stupidest adventures together every day, going on their dads very last nerve and not listening to him most of the time. Them accidently almost blowing up the entire city by trying to get him the best gift for fathers day/ his birthday (they probably forgot it in the first place and gotta apologice) trying to show him how much they love and appreciate him and how sorry they are. They would do everything for him and love him uncondicionally. Obi dad sometimes even joining them on their dumb adventures or himself making the stupid decicions and them experiencing all kinds of chaotic days in normal day to day life.

Episodes where the dad bestie trio and all their kids together go on roadtrips camping and get lost and then get chased by a moose through the woods while some funny song playing the background. Or a funny day trip and then at the drive home anakin would be like "...and that was so funny you should have heard that loud splash when i threw her into the fountain, she was so mad tho. But it was so worth it cause it was sooo funny" "Well certainly not for your poor, soaking wet sister" "oh by the way while we are talking about her....where is she?" "What do you mean anakin? She's right th..." and obi dad then turning blank white in the face after looking in the backmirror while driving realising they had forgotten her in the hotel lobby (still dripping wet) and him than doing a 360. turn weels screaching and yeeting of to get her. Her pouting all the way home and obi wan apologizing the whole time "dear i'm so sorry i don't know how that could have happen your brother was going on my nerves with the pool animal and" and anakin just laughing.

Then in the end of the episodes they'd be sitting on the couch in the living room like "dad you know that we love you so much thank you for being the best of all dads" and these were the rare moments they'd be so serious and he'd be like "aw kids even tho you k*ll my very last nerve every day of course i love you guys too more than everything and i could never imagine my life without you two in it" "and r2" "yeah ofc and r2" and then after a cute warm cuddle anakin would say something like "even tho you're old as f*ck" and crack the moment with the invicible audience laughing and obi dad shaking his head sighing and laughing and then the episode ends.

Just their daily life that would be an awesome, fantastic family comedy soap.

Any show title ideas anyone?

[aces-to-apples]

could you perhaps be enticed into writing more codakin? with:

❛ you’re such a tease. ❜

❛ you know where to find me. ❜

you’ve written them so fabulously before 💖

This ask is. From January 2022. I wish you all a very I live in shame :margehiding: but hey, here's a visual reference lol? Note: Cody is deeply horny and thirsting hardcore under the cut

Cody hadn’t been present on Geonosis for the start of the war, but he was assigned to lead the 212th Attack Battalion under General Kenobi barely a month later.

Alpha-17 had given him a full briefing before shipping out, and an entire section of it had been dedicated to the behavior and neuroses of both the general and the general’s commander: a Padawan-Commander by the name of Skywalker. One-Seven had hardly been complimentary but the briefing had been helpful in dealing with them both, even after Skywalker was promoted to general himself and took ARC Trooper Rex with him to the 501st Legion.

(The captains’ tiles look good on Rex, when he’s forced into his dress whites, but that’s hardly the point.)

It’s been nearly two years since that briefing and Cody has more than enough experience to put together his own hours-long briefing just on Skywalker himself.

There are so many things about him—how his mind works, how his brain works—that Cody doesn’t think anyone else in the galaxy knows. Not Kenobi, not Commander Tano, not anyone else who’s ever shared his bed, even. And even so, Cody would never have guessed it before they started breaking formation together, but—

“You’re such a tease,” he hisses, low and resentful, as Anakin struts past.

The Jedi shoots a sunny smile back at him before reaching the front of the room and proceeding to contort himself into several showy, highly flexible poses, ostensibly to warm up. His shirt stretches with him and these poses in a variety of new and vaguely life-changing ways.

Shirt, of course, being a generous term for what the little padawan-commander’s devious mind has conjured up.

If Cody wasn’t sure she’d have let on long before now, and in a much louder fashion, he’d assume this was a deliberate attack on her part. Psychological warfare, even. If Rex knows, of course, then it just might be, but ‘get Cody so horned up, in front of a crowd of unaffiliated brothers, that he nearly bites a data-pad in half’ is not a Rex-typical form of retaliation.

The pants are—fine.

Brown fabric in a twill weave, they have a loose fit for a wide range of movement and only stay up thanks to the valiant efforts of a thick letheris belt. Of course it also has an eye-catching bar of silver for a buckle. Cody thanks every god large and small for that belt, buckle be damned. Without its stubborn presence keeping some semblance of modesty, Cody might actually shame the whole of the 212th with his lack of subtlety.

The training room is large and padded thickly, made for and used to the acrobatic nonsense of Jedi cadets. At the front—leading a mixed cohort of brothers from various assignments just barely maintaining a sense of propriety through said showy stretches—Anakin isn’t even wearing boot-liners.

And then that damned shirt.

Cody has seen glittering, sinuous dancers wearing more of a shirt than that kriffing thing.

He wants to rip it off—possibly with his teeth—and replace it with something with more coverage. Possibly himself.

At the back of the room, he watches Anakin slide his legs out to a 90-degree angle, bend, and place his hand flat on the mats. Someone finally breaks and wolf-whistles, to which Anakin simply flashes a smirk at the whole room and pushes himself up onto just his hands. Cody would be noting down the whistler for disciplinary action if he wasn’t desperately adjusting himself in his codpiece.

The shirt.

The shirt is practically nothing—or nearly so.

A black scrap of fabric dug out of a garbage bin, if Cody has to guess. It stretches obscenely around Anakin’s bulk, cut off at the diaphragm and leaving his soft belly exposed. No sleeves or real neckline to speak of, horizontal cut-outs bare inches above what’s already generous to call a hem.

The diamond cut-out in the center of his chest is the last straw.

High on his left pectoral, just under the clavicle, is a little spot of brown pigment. Cody knows that little spot intimately and with great fondness. Lying flat, the shirt covers it; showing off for an adoring crowd, the fabric twists and bunches, flashing that little spot to keen eyes.

Each time seeing it makes Cody want to stalk up to the Jedi and block everyone else's line of sight. And then bite it. Or something.

Cody has never been the jealous sort. He's from Kamino, how can he be? He's never owned a thing in his life, much less had an exclusive claim on a lover. That his jaw aches from grinding his teeth is—abnormal, to say the least.

Obnoxious, even.

And General Anakin kriffing Skywalker has the gall to enjoy it. The air around him practically crackles with his delight, even as the stupid kriffing outfit is supposed to embarrass him, or whatever Tano’s intention.

Cody has been through actual physical and mental torture modules constructed by sadists and abusers and yet, the 90 minutes that Anakin spends leading the assembly through a series of stretches and moving meditations are the longest of his life. In fairness, he wasn’t fully armored, in the middle of a crowded room, painfully aroused for the torture modules.

By the end of the time slot, Anakin’s hair is darkened and his skin glistening slightly with sweat.

He flashes an exasperated grimace at his padawan—the first indication of discomfort since he strutted into the room to start—but dismisses the troopers but his usual warm half-grin and takes their farewell-ribbing with grace. Cody watches his shoulders slump just slightly when the final trooper turns away, before he rallies.

The strut returns and Cody, unthinking, grabs his wrist as passes on the way to the exit.

Anakin meets his eyes through his helmet visor and words fail him. What is he supposed to say? ‘That was unbearably hot, never do it again’? ‘Fuck me before you go or else I might explode’? ‘May I pretty please, with a moonberry on top, suck you off’?

He hesitates too long.

Anakin Skywalker can be achingly sweet and often is, but he can also be unbearably smug and self-assured. His eyes and smile darken, becoming something wicked and teasing, and he hooks gentle fingers around Cody’s utility belt and tugs him just barely closer. Trails those fingers up the center of his cuirass. Taps them just over his sternum, where he knows a small sunflower is inked brightly, just between his pectorals.

If his helmet was off they’d be sharing breath, foreheads nearly pressed together, as close to a kiss as they can get on a battlefield.

“You know where to find me,” he murmurs, low and deep, irises nearly swallowed by pupil as he keeps Cody’s gaze.

Then fingers tap sharply against his armor and Anakin rocks back on his heels, ruffling his curls and smiling sunnily. He whistles something jaunty as he swaggers away—a normal song at one point, probably, but most likely a filthy rendition thought up by bored troopers on campaign—and Cody can’t move or speak for several moments.

If he moves, he’ll do something very much not acceptable in public, either by himself or after hunting Anakin down through the halls; if he speaks, it’ll be to moan or whine or beg, damn the consequences of whoever hears. So he stays still and quiet as a stealth mission. Until sense returns.

Or his brain boots back up.

Once it does, though, ooh…

He is going to get his revenge for that, one way or another.

[fionajames]

tcw circus au

this is for @lovejoysoots, this is the second part of your request.

guys i have no fucking idea wtf this is but like here, i rlly rlly rlly enjoyed writing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this is the third piece of writing of four im posting today (srsly dont hold me to that tho) enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ahsoka cracked her knuckles yet again, rolling her shoulders back and pushing her three blue and white plaits back. The younger girl had orange-tan skin, creamy birthmarks that looked more like markings, bright blue eyes and very long blue and white hair that she always tied in three plaits.

The acrobatic raced forwards in a sprint, launching herself off of the caravan’s roof and landing lightly on the tightrope strung up behind the caravans and the stage. Ahsoka breathed a sigh of relief as she dropped from the rope and onto the mat below, high-fiving Anakin.

Anakin had medium length messy brown hair, swimming blue eyes, light skin and a scar covering his right eye that no one really knows how he got, as he changes the cause every time. Standing next to him was Obi-Wan, who had ginger hair around the same length as Anakin’s, a ginger beard, freckled light skin and calm blue eyes. 

The three worked closely together as Anakin had been Obi-Wan’s apprentice and then Ahsoka was Anakin’s. They all worked in Acrobatics but Ahsoka was also very talented in Equestrian Vaulting. They were like brothers and sister, and everyone in the circus knew it. “Good job, little one,” Obi-Wan told her and she beamed at him as he also high-fived her. “Arsev is ready.”

Ahsoka beamed and nodded as she and Anakin headed to the stables to get their own horses. Ahsoka’s horse was a male red and white paint horse called Arsev, and Anakin’s was a blue roan quarter horse named Artoo. Sure, the horses' names were weird, but they all had meanings. 

“Are you ready for tonight?” Anakin asked as he led Artoo from his stable, walking by the horse’s shoulder. Ahsoka did the same, playing with the end of Arsev’s mane as she did. 

“Always am,” she told him with a smirk, waving to her best friend - a teenaged boy several years older named Rex - as he walked past. Rex came from a huge family that had all been orphaned and he and a huge portion of his brothers had joined their circus. 

“Well that’s good,” Anakin told her with a light shove to her shoulder. She gasped dramatically and pushed him back. “Race you to the river!” He shouted as he jumped on Artoo, racing off in the direction with a laugh.

“Rude,” Ahsoka snarled as she grasped the horn of the saddle, throwing herself up onto her horse in one quick motion. “Let’s go beat this bitch’s ass, Arsev,” she told her horse before chasing after Anakin.

                              -

After Ahsoka and Arsev beat Anakin and Artoo in every single race he declared - even though Anakin denied losing every single time - they ended up at the 212th’s caravan. They’d given all of the caravans numbers - random numbers, there weren’t actually hundreds of caravans - and grouped various people into them.

The 212th’s caravan consisted of Obi-Wan, Cody, Boil, Waxer, Trapper and Oddball, and they’d painted their caravan yellow and white. Ahsoka and Anakin were in the 501st caravan - although they’d given Ahsoka a hammock so she was out of sight from the others, for privacy - with Rex, Fives, Echo, Tup, Jesse and Hardcase. Although some of the names were strange, a lot of the boys had changed their both names to their nicknames upon joining the circus. 

There were more caravans everywhere including the main caravan which consisted of the ringmaster - a cool, crazy, short man called Yoda - his second-in-command - a tall, stern-ish man called Mace - and the rest of their group - Shaak, Kit, Ki-Adi and Plo. 

Although, Plo had moved to be with his sons - they weren’t really his sons but he’d basically adopted all of them - in the 104th with Wolffe, Sinker, Boost and Comet. Plo had basically adopted most of the circus members and Yoda had gone along with it.

“Hey, Cody!” Ahsoka chirped as the man leapt down from the roof of his caravan, landing beside her with a smile.

“Hey, kid, how’s it going?” The boy asked, ruffling her hair and laughing when she grimaced at the action. 

“Not bad!” She told him with a grin, swatting his hand away. “I’m going to visit the boss.”

Cody laughed and pushed her in Yoda’s caravan lightly. “Off you go then.” 

Ahsoka skipped to the Jedi caravan - why’d they’d named it ‘Jedi’ no one really remembered - as she waved and greeted everyone she saw along the way. “Yoda, are you in here?” She knocked and smiled when she was met with the familiar short man. Yoda had very long white and green hair and a beard to match it, with the same colours. He had gleaming, wise green eyes and light skin. 

“Hello, Ahsoka,” he greeted and Ahsoka gave him a smile. “Ready for the show tonight, you are?” Ahsoka nodded, very used to his strange way of talking. Everyone was. No one could remember why he did it, or even if he could not do it.

“Yes, Yoda!” She saluted playfully. 

“Then with Fives, you should go,” Yoda told her, poking her with the end of his walking stick - a brown stick with interesting, swirling patterns. “Guard the money, you shall.”

Ahsoka laughed and nodded, turning to leave. “Yes sir!” She shouted as she hurried to meet her friend.

                            -

Hours later, Ahsoka was stood with a huge grin as she played with Arsev’s mane, getting ready to head into the ring. As Mace introduced her, the crowd cheered. “Ready, Snips?” Anakin asked, ruffling her hair as always.

“Always, Skyguy.”

Ahsoka took Arsev’s reign and led him into the ring with her, letting go as she did. She bowed as the crowd cheered, Arsev beginning to canter around the ring. Ahsoka sucked in a breath as she reached an arm out as the horse went past, grasping onto the horn of the saddle and pulling herself up and onto the saddle in one quick motion.

As the crowd cheered, Ahsoka began standing up on Arsev’s saddle, spreading her arms out for balance. She moved into a handstand with a grin as she spotted Anakin, Obi-Wan and Rex cheering her on from behind the curtains. 

Ahsoka continued to do her routine with many, many impressive manoeuvres. After she’d finished, Hardcase, Jesse and Fives entered the stage and did their usual comedy routine - something that made absolutely everyone laugh. Rex and Cody then performed their music act - which everyone found hypnotising and stunning. 

Then Obi-Wan and Anakin entered the stage to do their acrobatics act. As usual, the crowd was astounded as Obi-Wan dangled Anakin from the top of the ropes - metres in the air - and threw him up in the air. Anakin did a flip before Obi-Wan caught his feet again. 

They continued their performance until the show was over, when groups of the performers left for Rex, Cody and some others to busk. 

“You were great, Snips,” Anakin told Ahsoka as she pulled out her violin - which she played fiddle style - and grabbed his own guitar. 

“So were you, Skyguy,” she told him. 

“Everyone was great,” Obi-Wan told them, entering the caravan to watch. 

“That’s for sure.”

hope you enjoyed!!!!!!!!!!!! im very tempted to do more of this so tell me if i should!!!!!!!!!!!!!

request people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! like im being srs. pls.

ps. OMG I JUST REALISED THAT THE SEPPIES CAN BE A RIVAL CIRCUS 😲

[starcrashx]

V.

This school wasn't different from the one that Galen attended so far. The only difference was that now he had Luke and Leia. The two took it upon themselves the big brother and big sister role although Galen was technically older than them by 3 months. When a boy wanted to make fun of him for being so skinny he could feel Leia's ten thousand yard stare drilling a hole into the bully. He was never alone because Luke always accompanied him almost everywhere. The only time he could get some alone time was when he went to the bathroom. All in all it wasn't bad and he enjoyed helping the two with homework.

"Galeeeeeen help meeee. Chemistry is killing me!"

"No! Galen help me please with algebra!"

"Why aren't you asking me for help?" frowned Anakin from across the table.

He got two judging stares from his kids.

"Come on! I'm really good at math." said Anakin.

"I can help you both so just sit down." motioned Galen.

After a good 2 hours of tutoring both of the twins got exhausted.

"Can we visit the Fett cafe please! I wanna eat the siblings special cake." whined Luke.

"Yeah sure why not. Galen was never in the cafe anyways." said Anakin.

The twins seemed to gain back their energies and sprinted out the door while yelling shotgun. Galen followed suit and got in the car. The ride wasn't long but it was sure loud. When they set foot in the store a familiar face greeted them.

"How is our favourite family?" asked Fives with a grin on his face.

"Hi Fives, Echo, Cody and Rex. We are fine thanks for asking. How is the business going?" said Anakin and shook hands with Fives and Echo who apparently were the waiters at the place.

Cody poked his head out of the back and Rex was at the cash machine.

"As busy as it gets. We had to bring in some helpers." smiled Cody and stepped out of the door, reviling two more family members.

"These are our cousins. Just call them Waxer and Boil."

"Nice to meet you!" smiled Waxer.

"We heard a lot about you guys." greeted Boil.

Anakin started chatting with Rex while Waxer took over the cash machine. Fives led the kids to an empty table and asked what they wanted. Leia requested a slice of matcha latte cake with lemonade. Luke asked for a slice of that super special cake with hot chocolate. Galen was a little lost between the selection.

"I think...a slice of vanilla cake will do." muttered Galen.

His social skills were better now with the ones he already knew but it was still far from perfect.

"But that's what you had for the welcome party too!" objected Luke.

"Let him have what he wants Luke!" scolded Leia.

"I know. But that's the only kind of cake I'm familiar with." replied Galen.

"Can I make a suggestion then?" asked Echo who popped out of nowhere.

Galen nodded.

"Do you like fruit Galen?"

Another nod.

"Then try strawberry cake! It's still a basic cake and it has vanilla cream in it too with white chocolate."

"Okay." said Galen and nodded at Fives.

For something to drink he simply wanted water. What can he say, he was a man of simple things. While waiting for their order Anakin found his way back to the kids because Cody accused him of holding up Rex.

"So how is school? Everything alright?" asked the father of the three.

"Good. Except that the Solo kid is around Leia again." said Luke and made a face.

His twin rolled her eyes.

"It's none of your business!"

"Well he knows the rules." said Anakin plainly.

"He didn't speak to me for two weeks because you scared him too much dad! Besides it's nothing, he is just a friend!" said Leia who was clearly annoyed by the topic.

"Han and Leia sitting on a tree-" started Luke but couldn't finish because Leia practically jumped at him from across the table.

Galen watches the chaos unfold he knew better than to interfere. So Anakin had to save his son from getting choked to death. After this Galen will have to find a silent corner of the house to read. His social battery is being drained right now.

"No killing Leia! And Luke, don't provoke your sister because if she gets really angry even god won't be able to save you!"

Galen snickered at that because it was true. However that caught the attention of the other three. Great. He can deal with this.

"What about you Galen? How is school?" asked Anakin.

"Well...not that bad. I mean...yeah it's fine." said Galen while debating if he should mention the fact that people pick on him sometimes or not.

"I like being with Luke and Leia. And I got a good mark in history."

Anakin smiled.

"That's great! I'm relieved that everything is fine then."

Leia and Luke looked at eachother and then back to Galen. But they couldn't question the missing information since Fives came back with the orders. Anakin got coffee and some chocolate cake. It was his regular order at the cafe. After the little dessert the kids went out to the car while Anakin was saying his goodbyes to the Fetts. Galen had to admit Echo's recommendation was good, a little too sweet for his taste but still fantastic. Leia approached him with a concerned look on her face.

"Why didn't you tell dad that some guys pick on you?"

"It's not a big deal. They just say some mean stuff. I'm used to it." said Galen dismissively.

And it was true he was used to this kind of thing. In his old school they used to pick on him for being weird and poor. Nothing new.

"Well we can deal with it for now right Leia?" said Luke confidently.

"I know I just don't want this to get any worse than it already is." said Leia.

"I will kick their tailpipes if they are mean to Galen again." offered Luke.

"That's...not necessary Luke but thank you. Both of you. I appreciate it." said Galen as he watched Anakin wave his last goodbye.

×⭐×

"Hold your sword like this." said Anakin and showed Galen how to hold his fake sword correctly.

The boy decided to try fencing. It could be a great topic between him and his new family. Obi-wan was practicing with Luke while Anakin was teaching Galen the basics. When the taller boy looked at his adoptive brother he couldn't help but get amazed by how good he is with a sword. But the same goes for the older members of the family. Ahsoka just spared with Anakin to put up a good show for her nephew.

"I'm going to have a contest tomorrow." said Ahsoka while watching Galen take some practice swings.

"And you will absolutely destroy the competition." smiled Obi-wan.

"Nah. Not this time. Barriss is also competing." said Ahsoka with a sad smile.

"That little! After all what she has done they still allow her to compete?" fumed Anakin.

"Yeah! She should be banned." agreed Luke which resulted in a playful smack from Obi-wan.

Galen glanced back and forth between Ahsoka and Anakin, looking for answers. In the end Ahsoka sighed, signaling that she gave in to her nephew's curiosity.

"Barriss Offee was my friend in high school. Her mom and Obi-wan were friends so we saw each other a lot. Barriss's mom was one of the judges of the Fencing Competition Committee so she also practiced fencing. So we started competing against each other and well..." trailed of Ahsoka so Anakin continued the story.

"Barriss became jealous of Ahsoka since she always was ahead of her and won most of their encounters. At the Fencing Championship they got paired against each other once again. Ahsoka won fair and square and when she turned her back Barriss charged at her and injured Ahsoka's leg. She was unable to continue the competition due to that injury and she had to be taken to a hospital. I thought Barriss was banned from competing."

"Maybe her mother lifted the ban." said Luke.

Obi-wan shook his head.

"Impossible. Luminara would never do such a thing. Even for her daughter."

"Then someone else did it." said Anakin.

"We will never know since someone was too lazy to attend meetings." pointed fingers Ahsoka.

Obi-wan made a dramatic sigh.

"Ahsoka Tano Skywalker Kenobi how dare you!"

Galen snorted and looked at Ahsoka. She signaled that of course that wasn't her real full name.

"What? It's true! I bet it's the new teacher that demanded all your attention." laughed Ahsoka, completely forgetting Barriss.

"You! Miss. Satine has nothing to do with this!"

"Obi-wan teaches history at Coruscant University. Miss. Kryze is the new politics professor." whispered Luke to Galen.

"He's a teacher? It kinda suits him actually." answered back the taller boy.

"Satine and Obi are sitting on a tree!"

"Agh what are you, five?"

"Déjà vu." sighed Galen.

"You are both five." said Anakin.

The two glared at him.

"I don't want to hear that from you Anakin "would it be fine to microwave the spoon too" Skywalker." argued Obi-wan.

"Yeah! Stay in your own lane Anakin "building a rocket to a car is a good idea" Skywalker!" said Ahsoka.

"You guys did not just go there!"

"Oh but we did!"

"They are supposed to be adults right?" asked Galen.

"I like your wording. Supposed to be. But they are literally sharing two brain cells." laughed Luke.

"At least Ahsoka isn't sad anymore." murmured Galen.

"Yeah. You could say anything to this family but you cannot say that we don't care about each other. We got everyone's back. And now yours too Galen." smiled Luke.

And for the first time in his life, Galen felt like he belonged somewhere.

[knightprincess]

Forgive Me (Echo x Medic Reader) Part 15

Words: Just over 1k Warning: Spoilers for Bad Batch Season 1, a bit of suspense. Pairing: Echo/Medic Reader Pronouns: She/Her A/N: Sorry for the long wait, got a little sidetracked with other projects outside of writing (digital art & cross stitching)

The war was coming to a close, no one could deny it. The senators who fought in the senate knew the end was drawing nearer, although none could say for sure what if it was they could sense coming to an end. All they could say for sure was the unexplainable feeling of dread and impending doom, lingering in the air. The Jedi too had felt it, along with the harsh judgment cast upon them by the very people they had fought to protect. The judgment that now branded them as much of enemies as the Separatists they fought against. The judgment that called them bloodthirsty warmongers. 

In the months since Echo had been rescued by the daring Jedi Knight, Anakin Skywalker, his loyal Captain Rex, and the Enhanced Commando unit collectively known as The Bad Batch. A fair bit had changed. Echo had made the decision to join the Bad Batch, going on missions and adventures with them across the galaxy, slowly accepting the truth he'd tried so hard to deny, he wasn't the same Arc Trooper he once was, although still an asset, he was more machine than clone now. 

But his decision to join the Bad Batch had come at a price. He had to leave (Y/N) behind. She was assigned to the 501st and would remain with them until she was either reassigned or the war ended. With Kix going MIA, Snap was the only medic the boys in blue had, the only one they trusted enough to attend to their wounds and open up to about the brutality of the war. She was a trusted and loyal friend to every clone she met, in return, they treated her as if she was one of their own, as Cody put it, she had an army of protective brothers. 

At first, Echo had been reluctant to leave (Y/N) behind, during his quiet moments aboard the Marauder, her thoughts would drift to her and the concern she would feel abandoned by him grew in power. He'd forget about the conversations he had with her while recovering from his traumatic experience as a prisoner of war, he'd forgotten the advice Snap had given him while offering encouragement. Telling him to find his place and himself, encouraging him to put himself first instead of everyone else. 

"Still thinking about her?" asked Hunter, noticing Echo had been staring off into hyperspace for quite some time now. The blue and white swirls reflected in his pale eyes. The assignment to Kaller was minor compared to the majority of troopers reassigned to Coruscant, General Grevious' attack there seemingly shook everyone, even more so when the droid commander had managed to gain access to one of the more secure buildings on the planet and kidnap the Chancellor. 

"She has that effect" replied Echo, suspecting Snap would have been reassigned to Coruscant along with the rest of the 501st. He had little doubt she would have been sent back to the military base, prepared to do her duty as a well-trained and tested medic. "I feel guilty for leaving her behind again. The last time I promised her I would be back, I ended up a prisoner and weapon for years" admitted the Arc Trooper, although he refused to word his other concerns, that it would be her taken from him if something was to go arie this time. After all in recent weeks, the civvi medics and other personnel had been targets of attacks, medics more than others. 

"(Y/N) is a fighter, I do not envy those who believe it wise to target her" voiced Tech, not lifting his eyes from the datapad he tapped away at. "My research suggests her last known location was on Coruscant, give me a few more minutes and I should have an exact location" he added, only receiving a hum from Crosshair, he and Hunter were the only ones to really notice Tech like many had become fond of Snap, often keeping an eye on her whereabouts over the time since building a friendship.  

"The 104th, 212th, and 501st's are with her. What could go wrong?" questioned Wrecker, all knew Octavius was a constant thorn but had thrust far been easily deterred, as had Isolde, who spent the majority of her time trying to regain Octavius' attention, especially when she realized he had put it back on to her younger sister. If Isolde wasn't trying to get Octavius back, then she was making a poor attempt at her job, which normally ensured the Jedi were updated on any changes, should anything have changed during the short and normally uneventful trip from the temple to the military base. More often than not it appeared Isolde was sabotaging the Jedi she was supposed to keep informed, a few times her stupidity had been mistaken for terrorist acts. 

The moment the elite unit landed on Kaller, the focus became the mission at hand. Echo forced the thoughts of (Y/N) to the back of his mind, promising himself he would return to them later. For now, he had to keep his mind on the here and now and ensure Jedi Master Depa Billada and her Padawan Caleb Dume had the support they needed, even if they didn't have the backup requested. 

The job was simple enough, provide aid to allow the occupation to continue with as little as possible. If need be settle the hostile residents of the planet, who had plainly stated they didn't see a difference between the Separatist Occupation and that of the Republic, both had caused destruction and brought war with them. At the top of a snowy peak, the five soldiers were met by Caleb Dume, who seemed surprised by there only being five, it being clear he and likely his master had expected an attack battalion rather than the enhanced squad. 

The battle had been easy enough, a standard mission. Hunter and Crosshair had assessed the enemy forces, with the sergeant deciding on the plan to use. By the time the skirmish was over, Wrecker had another battle droid over his shoulders and Crosshair was nudging some scattered across the battlefield if only to ensure they were deactivated. Hunter had gone over to General and those hiding with her, Tech and Echo following behind, with the former still trying to access seemingly locked files. 

Everything had been as it should be, a regular assignment with an easy solution to it. Everything was normal until it wasn't. When one order came through and continued to repeat. 

Execute Order 66. 

Masterlist

[chicknstripz]

∘₊✧ Fear & Doubt ✧₊∘

Pairing|| Fem!Reader X Echo Word Count|| 1383 Tags|| Self-Deprecation, Self-esteem & Confidence issues, Disabilities, Fluff & Angst Synopsis|| Anakin can't help but notice a certain someone likes his boy Echo, and he's not about to let the newly returned trooper talk his way out of it! 'Jedi' prompt for @clonexreaderbingo

Echo is used to feeling confident, to feeling like he can handle anything the galaxy can throw at him! But this? This has him wheeling! The sight of you smiling from across the room enough to send him into a mild panic. Fives would have known what to do, of that he was sure. His little brother had quite the way with the opposite sex back in the day. But Fives wasn’t here, he was dead, and Echo’s not sure what’s worse. That no one had told him he was dead for a good two weeks, or that he didn’t know how to say hi to a pretty lady. “Go on, say something.”  Anakin’s friendly nudge in the side didn’t help matters. Echo used to feel comforted by the Jedi’s behavior, used to feel deep comradery and trust. Now? Well, he’s not sure what to feel. There’s a massive disconnect, a chasm that has opened up between them, and he’s not sure if that’s normal for a former POW. He tries to smile at his old friend, tries to bridge the gap, but the opposite side keeps drifting further away. “She isn’t going to be interested in someone like me, sir.” Anakin laughs, a full bodied sound that draws your attention. “I wouldn’t say that Echo. Just look at that smile! She doesn’t react like that when she sees your brothers.” If he was being honest, which he wasn’t, he’d have said he hadn’t noticed. He didn’t have enough time to notice if a nat-born was smiling at him or not, but these past two weeks? Oh he’d had time and plenty of it. He’d gone weak in the knees when you waved at him from across the mess, stuttered his way through a health check when you delivered new supplies to the med-bay, and more then once caught you smiling at him from the corner of his eye. He’d have considered it a compliment in his prime, but those days were behind him and he was adamant he’d protect you from his robotic self.

“Doesn’t change that I’m -- well -- me.”

He gives his body a gesturing wave.

“And it doesn’t change that she’s interested. Look, I know how difficult it is - having to deal with changes to one’s body, but that doesn’t change who you are in here.”

The weight of Anakin’s hand is soothing, a reminder that he’s very much alive as the Jedi spreads his fingers to cover the handprint Rex had painted the day before. He might be leaving to join the bad batch on a permanent basis, but that didn’t mean he was leaving the 501st behind. He was, and always would be, Rex’s kih’vod.

“This. This is all she cares about.”

Anakin gives a slight push to make his point, his other hand resting over his own heart as he stares into Echo’s eyes.

“All you need to do is be brave enough to say hello. Think you can do that trooper?”

“Sir, yes sir.”

If only it turned out that way! The meek ‘h..h..h..hello’ is a far cry from his long lost confidence, and he ends up fleeing with a muttered excuse before you could say hello in return.

[ --- ]

Luckily Anakin isn’t one to ‘give up’ when it comes to the ‘welfare’ of his men.

He orders flowers via the holonet for his battered friend, asking Padmé for her opinion on what would make the most romantic gesture. Deep red roses complimented with delicate sprays of tiny white flowers. Colorful chrysanthemums, their hues picked to best represent the current season. Lilies, their delicate white petals standing out against the bluer shades of gilia and cornflower. Sometimes he felt bad about undermining his friend like this, but watching you thank him for his sweet gifts? It only spurred him on, the awkward sway of Echo’s body as you kissed his cheek bringing a smile to his lips.

He sends care packages to Echo, full of all the things Padmé sends to him. A selection of sweet and savory treats, carefully cultivated to appeal to Echo’s taste buds. Decent powdered caff, the blends changed up to see what one he likes best. A blanket, the deep blue a reminder of his days in the 501st as he transitions into the batch. And boy does he consider it a victory when you start sending them yourself, Echo’s delight as he shows flimsi photos of you in colorful outfits near contagious. Because, honestly, what was better than your ‘brother’ showing off pictures of the person he loved?

Then one day, one glorious day, Echo asks you out! He’s been thinking about it for some time, buoyed by your sweet smiles whenever his vode sends you flowers. Echo still hasn’t figured which of his brothers is doing it, and at this point he doesn’t particularly care. It’s brought you closer, allowed him to experience things he thought were beyond him, and he’s not about to let the opportunity slide. Fives would have been appalled if he allowed that to happen. He swallows at the thought of his lost twin as he knocks at your door, the matt surface reflecting his face back at him for the barest moment before you answer. You always meet him with a soft smile, your eyes dancing with sweet affection as you take the flowers from him. He knows enough from your ramblings to know you like the roses the best, the mix of yellows and pinks popping against your dark shirt as you gather them into your arms. “Oh Echo, they’re beautiful. To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?” He shifts his weight from foot to foot, the nervous energy settling in the pit of his stomach. “I was wondering if you’d like to go out for dinner? I -- ahh emm -- can’t afford much on a stipend but...” “YES!” You cut him off before he finishes the sentence, your excitement visible in your face as you wrap your arms around him. The self conscious part of his brain wants to push you away, wants to apologize for how uncomfortable his cybernetics must be, whilst the other? It wants to pull you in, to bask in your scent as you murmur sweet nothings about how much you longed for this. It's the later side that wins, his sigh deep as he settles his chin on your shoulder. “Should have done this months ago.” “What stopped you?” He swallows, embarrassed by the thoughts that had clouded his mind for so long. “Fear” It was a small word to describe the way he felt, but it suited it perfectly. Fear that you wouldn’t return his feelings. Fear that he wasn’t good enough. Fear that his body would sicken you. They’d compounded to an amorphous mess, to the point where he couldn’t pin down the reason why he’d been so afraid. But he had been, and it was embarrassing. He was an ARC trooper, a corporal. He wasn’t supposed to be scared! He exhales as he turns his head, a waft of your soap calming his nerves as he settles his hands on your waist. “Fear of what?” “Everything.” He shudders when your hand covers the back of his head, the way your fingers brush his headpiece making him want to apologize immediately. “Oh sweetheart ...” The softness of your voice chases away his forming apology, his mind blanking as he lets the warmth of it coat his nervous system. He’s never heard something so sweet, so loving, the moment so profound he’s sure it will stick with him until the end of time. “ ... You have nothing to fear with me.” The tone of your voice assured him that he didn’t need to worry about his looks or his trauma. You’d accepted him for who he was months ago, had smiled at him as if he was the only person in the galaxy. He sinks into you as your warmth draws him in, the fight leaving his muscles as he allows himself to accept your affections. He’d have to thank Skywalker the next time  saw him. If it wasn’t for him he’d have never known what your smiles meant! Would have never been able to take that first step into a life filled with warmth and love. 

[phoenixyfriend]

Star Wars AU Masterlist: Modern, Historic, Crossovers, and Otherwise Not Canonverse

(Excluding those found in the Ships list or meme fills)

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Fun fact, tumblr allows 250 links on the old editor and 100 in the new. So. Network of masterlists.

Organized as:

Modern (Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, TCW Trio, Lineage Members, Other)

History, fantasy, and non-standard modern AUs

Crossovers (Animated, Live Action SciFantasy, Live Action Realism, Books)

Crossover: Girl Genius

Crossover: Marvel

Crossover: Naruto

Modern AUs

Anidala: See Ships list

Mostly Ahsoka

* Modern AU Ahsoka forcibly adopts herself into the CodyWan household after falling into a mall fountain

Modern AU: Baby ‘Soka Bedazzles Boots

Ahsoka with henna

Ahsoka works at a raptor recovery center (Morai and Maul are both raptors there)

Ahsoka and Bo-Katan are college roommates

Wrestling AU

Mostly Obi-Wan

Obi-Wan gets an inheritance from his estranged, recently-dead grandfather

Obi-Wan and the “you gotta get married to inherit” plot

* Obi-Wan is a Parasitologist (2) - Additional: Anakin’s a Snake Guy

* Cody’s in Urban Development

Keep the CodyWan age difference, ye cowards, plus Obi-Wan as Cody’s Sugar Daddy

CodyWan with the age difference, and Obi-Wan is a parasitologist!

Codywan “My Soulmate is a Celebrity”

Optimal Codywan Dynamic

Not Just a RomCom: CodyWan AU that starts off romcom, but turns into an AU based on The Fire Within

Modern ObiMaul

* Stepsiblings! (Bant and Obi-Wan)

The Name Game

TCW Trio

Catburglar AU

Paranormal Home Inspector

Anakin introduces his little sister

Obi-Wan accidentally gets custody of a baby exchange student

Disaster Lineage Met Gala 2021 AU (Obi-Wan in Jean Robes by @masteryaddleisagilf)

Beekeeper AU

Still haven’t made this poll whoops

Anakin is trying so hard to dunk Mace at the high school fair’s dunk tank

Anakin has a crush on Cody. Cody starts dating Shmi and possibly Qui-Gon.

Other Lineage Members

Dooku and Ventress

Weird-ass marriage of convenience

Quintress “fall in love with the emergency worker who saved you”

Yoda breaks out of nursing homes

Modern Xanatos

Qui-Gon marries Mace Windu, who is now Anakin and Obi-Wan’s stepdad (and Depa is now their stepsister)

Qui-Gon is an office lunch thief

Other

Modern TBB Omega

Modern AU clones need to still have a Kind Of Weird childhood

Han Solo does stand-up comedy about his wife’s scary dads

Jewish Leia and lapsed Catholic Han

Three ST AUs: 1. Queer Eye helping Single Dad Luke, 2. Ben Solo/Poe Dameron HS AU, 3. The same, but College

Barriss has a crush on Anakin, set to the Victorious song “Best Friend’s Brother”

Artoo and Threepio are parrots

Maul’s prostheses: Gazelle from Kingsman, Elbow Crutches

Would modern AU clones refer to their dad as Sir?

Volleyball coach Siri Tachi

HISTORY/FANTASY/NON-STANDARD MODERN AUS

Regency AU - This AU is in the Wider AUs masterlist

Another Clone Wars Regency AU

Barmaid Ahsoka in a Generic Fantasy AU - This AU is in the Wider AUs masterlist

Not Quite a Man of God (demon-summoning AU) - Instructions Unclear

All the Jedi are Cats - Rex and Kitty!Soka

White dad in a horror movie

Suddenly Modern AU

Qui-Gon the Faustian Castle (and Obi-Wan, his caretaker)

Gothic Americana Disaster Lineage

Modern Ahsoka still gets to have Morai or Daughter in her life

Modern AU Daughter is a goddess who had her power stolen and is biding her time to rebuild her abilities on Earth. Ahsoka is her part-time gofer.

Maulsoka arranged marriage history AU

Earth’s Fossil Record - Legends canon - Chocolate

Obi-Wan is a horse girl and Anakin is a literal dragon

What if Obi-Wan Kenobi = Thomas Paine???

Regency AU: Palpatine tries to arrange a marriage for Rey

Crossovers

Animated

* Voltron/Star Wars: Obi-Wan/Coran

PMMM AU

Miraculous fusion fic - mostly just a “which Kwami” thing

Vader vs. Kira: Fight!

Ouran AU

Give Ventress a Death Note, which was originally mine but is mostly @epicmusic42

Rexidala but make them Happy Feet

Bleach: Anakin is a Vizard and his hollow mask is the Vader helmet

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Live-action science fiction/fantasy

TCW/The Nevers

Good Omens AU, but like... not good

The Good Space - AU where Anakin watches in-universe The Good Place

TGP fusion fic  - all you need to know is that Hondo is Jason, R2 is Bad Janet, and Fox  is Matt (the accountant who handles weird new sex things)

Doctor Who AU: disaster lineage is all one series of regenerations

Sense8 AU (Anakin, Riyo, a Naboo handmaiden, Ferus, Barriss || Dooku, Sifo-Dyas, Jocasta || Obi-Wan, Satine, Hondo)- Grogu??

The Santa Clause AU

Anidala but they’re Lazslo and Nadja from WWDitS

Disney’s Atlantis

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Live-action ‘realistic’

Miss Congeniality AU (Quintress)

Bridgerton Crossover - Aliens on the Ton  - Technically this is about the other Regency AU but meh

Midsomer Murders AU 1 - Anakin Kills Palpatine, and SW characters investigate

Midsomer Murders AU 2 - Anakin Kills Palpatine, and the canon Midsomer characters (in this case Barnaby and Troy) investigate

Midsomer Murders (disembodied dialogue about Ahsoka)

Project Runway AU

Qui-Gon is a nightmare of a guest judge

TCW Leverage AU - This AU is in the Wider AUs masterlist

Say Yes to the Dress

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Books

Anakin & Obi-Wan in HP & the Prisoner of Azkaban

Post-O66 main cast dropped into HP & the Order of the Phoenix - This AU is in the Wider AUs Masterlist

Children of the Lamp AU

Obi-Wan + Newsies

Twilight & the Disaster Lineage

Dracula AU: ft. Lucy!Obi-Wan, Reverse!JonMina!Anidala, and Doctor!Quinlan

Jedi with Daemons

GIRL GENIUS

Anevka Meets Darth Vader (GG/SW crossover)

Anevka/Bo-Katan

Obi-Wan/Vanamonde von Mekkhan

Jedi!Tarvek AU

Stewjon is GG Earth (chrono), AKA the one where Obi-Wan is genetically predisposed to being a mad scientist - This AU is in the Wider AUs masterlist

Feemor is a Heterodyne

MARVEL

Jedi end up on the Helicarrier, awkwardness abounds because of Samuel L Jackson and Natalie Portman existing in both

Matt and Clint (Not quite a crossover, but clone OCs based on Daredevil and Hawkeye)

Peter Parker’s LEGO Palpatine

Ant-Man and the Star Wars Universe

Kix should be Falcon

NARUTO

Ninjas help out the clone wars

Obito bothers Darth Vader

Mandalore and Ninja Planet philosophy comparison (featuring at least one instance of me not understanding a SW thing)

Karin vs Anakin’s half-Force genome - Meet the twins

Bounty Hunter TenTen

TenTen reincarnates as Fox (CC-1010) mostly for the pun

Anakin and Harem no Jutsu

Planet Shinju

Ahsoka gets owl summons

[wizardofrozz]

Hardcase x fem!reader, Jesse, Fives, Kix, Captain Rex, Commander Cody, and Anakin Skywalker

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: none

A/N: The reader’s job at the Temple is similar to an airfield operator. So basically the person in charge of moving ships around the hangar so it’s not mayhem.

Hardcase bounced his leg in time with the ringing of his com, glancing up when Jesse laughed across the room. Torrent’s barracks were mostly empty aside from Jesse and Tup, giving him a tiny bit of privacy. The call finally connected and Hardcase straightened, smiling like an idiot when your flickering outline came into view. 

         “Hey! Sorry, I was putting a few things away and didn’t hear my com,” you rushed out but the apology fell on deaf ears. Somehow, your beauty still stunned him every time without fail. 

         “That’s okay,” he managed to force out, his eyes dancing around your features. He’d never get sick of seeing your smiling face. “I have a bit of downtime and wanted to see your pretty face.”

         “Is that so?” you chuckled, arching a brow.

         “‘Course, cyar’ika, you brighten my day,” Hardcase cooed. It came out a bit teasing but he meant it with every fiber of his being. Your eyes narrowed, skepticism written all over your face.

         “I swear ‘Case, if you did some crazy shit again and broke another bone -”

         “I didn’t!” he cried immediately, waving off Jesse when he glanced over.

         “Then what did you do?” you pressed.

         “Nothing! Why do you always think I did something?” As soon as it was out of his mouth he flinched; he did have a habit of getting himself into trouble. 

         “Hm, I wonder,” you deadpanned.

         “I’ve been on my best behavior,” Hardcase swore with a hand over his heart. Your suspicion didn’t wane but you nodded, relaxing back in your chair. “So, what did you do today?”

         “Oh, well that’s why it took me so long to answer,” you replied, leaning down to dig through something out of sight. “I went to get dinner and go shopping with mum.”

         “Get anything interesting?” he asked, crawling farther into his bunk to get comfortable.

         “Mm, not really. Just one thing I wanted to show you,” you replied, still searching. “Ah!” You grinned as you held up the sweater, draping it over your upper body. He couldn’t tell what color it was through the hologram but the snowflakes were easy to notice. 

         “A Life Day sweater?”

         “I thought it was cute,” you laughed, turning it around to look at it. “And, it’s blue and white for my favorite boys.” Hardcase smiled, huffing out a quiet laugh. He did love seeing you in 501st blue and you were well aware. 

         “Send me a picture later,” he proposed. It was honestly meant as an innocent request but warmth started to pool in his stomach when a flirty little smile lifted the corner of your mouth.

         “Gettin’ lonely, pretty boy?” you purred, tilting your head.

         “That was not what I meant,” Hardcase insisted, glancing away, “but I won’t look a gift orbak in the mouth.” Your laughter was light and warm, a sound he’d found himself missing after being surrounded by only droids and his brothers. 

         “I guess it’ll be a surprise then,” you chuckled, folding your arms and resting your chin on them. 

         “Fine by me, cyare,” Hardcase sighed happily, studying your blue-tinted features. 

         “Now tell me how you’ve been, honey.”

It took Fives and Jesse jumping into his bunk to pull him away from you but it was getting late on Coruscant and he didn’t want to keep you up. Hardcase let his brothers drag him out of the barracks to do who knows what; he hoped it revolved around getting something to eat. Fives and Jesse were on his left side, having a loud conversation that Hardcase hadn’t been paying attention to when his datapad pinged. He dropped back a step when your com frequency blinked back at him; he was not going to share the picture he was expecting with his brothers. 

Hardcase could tell there were two images in the message, the first one was an innocent picture of you in your new sweater and he let out a quiet sigh of relief. He jumped when an arm settled around his shoulder, catching a glimpse of Fives’ face out of the corner of his eye. Hardcase had never been more thankful that he hadn’t scrolled down.

         “I swear, she gets prettier every time I see her,” Fives purred, jostling him. Hardcase shoved him away, exiting the message before Fives got nosy; his brother laughed, shooting him a shit-eating grin. Jesse arched a brow from the mess hall door, falling in step with his brothers as they made their way to their regular table where Kix and Rex were sitting already. 

         “Hey, boys,” Rex greeted, barely glancing up from his datapad. The three newly arrived troopers greeted him with a chorused “captain” as they crowded around the table. “I guess I can give you the new orders while you’re here.”

         “New orders?” Jesse wondered, resting his arms on the table.

         “We’re returning to Coruscant. General Skywalker has some kind of senate business to handle so we get a few days of shore leave,” Rex said, finally setting his datapad down. Hardcase tried not to look excited, but Rex's faint head shake meant he’d failed to contain his smile. Could his captain really blame him for being excited to see you?

His brothers continued to talk back and forth but Hardcase’s thoughts were already drifting down another road. And the pictures you sent him gave him an idea. 

The Jedi temple hangar was buzzing with activity. Jedi and clones hurried around as you tried to rearrange the ships that were docked to make room for incoming ships amidst the chaos. You got a thumbs-up from Manny, the clone currently moving a Jedi starfighter as he retracted the landing gears. The ping from your datapad drew your attention and you glanced around to make sure no one was watching before opening the message from Hardcase. Apparently, he had a lot of time to waste since he had been sending you messages most of the day.

Did you get a chance to wear your new sweater yet?

The message had you raising a brow but you quickly typed back that you hadn’t had the chance yet but that you planned on wearing it to the Life Day party at the Temple later. Working for the Jedi wasn’t something you had ever imagined you’d be doing but you enjoyed it. They included any of the non-Force users in the few celebrations they had every year and it didn’t feel like you or any of your co-workers were lesser. You felt appreciated.

Your datapad pinged again but you were forced to ignore it when air traffic called in that there was a badly damaged shuttle coming in. Hardcase would have to wait. 

One of the downsides to Coruscant was the weather-controlled climate. It didn’t snow often so walking into the Jedi temple’s courtyard felt a little odd. Life Day decorations covered every visible spot and soft music filled the space but the bright sunlight felt a little out of place. Jedi knights, padawans, temple workers, and clones milled around the courtyard mingling and it almost felt normal. Even though the infantry clones were still in full armor because the war didn’t care about the holidays, the air felt lighter, happier than you remembered. Although, you couldn’t ignore the wave of longing that washed over you. Hardcase hadn’t mentioned shore leave which meant there was no chance he’d be on-world and you tried not to let the thought bring your mood down. 

However, catching a glimpse of Commander Cody didn’t help.

         “Commander,” you greeted when he looked up. You knew most of the clone commanding officers to some degree, being that they were the ones that usually accompanied their generals to the temple. 

         “Hey,” Cody hummed with a half-smile. “They let you out of the hangar for once.”

         “I do have a life you know,” you huffed, shaking your head.

         “Oh I know,” Cody snorted, hiding it behind his drink, “Rex tells me about it.”

         “I wish I could say I was surprised but…well, have you met Hardcase?” Cody laughed quietly and it felt good to see the usually rigid commander loosen up a bit. Something akin to amusement danced in his eyes when he suddenly glanced down.

         “Nice sweater. Wonder who that’s for?”

         “Must be a coincidence,” you deadpanned, earning another pearl of laughter from Cody. You were just about to move on to the group of your coworkers you could see a few feet away when Cody’s eyes flickered over your head. His expression fell in shock before he squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head.

         “He’s an idiot,” Cody mumbled, meeting your gaze again. 

         “What -?” You twisted around to find what he was talking about, your own disbelief cutting the question short. General Skywalker was the first person you recognized but Rex’s iconic blonde hair was hard to miss. Your heart stuttered in your chest, eyes immediately searching the small group of soldiers making their way into the courtyard. They were almost directly in front of you by the time you managed to get your pounding heart under control. 

General Skywalker’s knowing smile made your face feel too warm.

         “You look surprised to see us,” he noted, crossing his arms.

         “I - I didn’t know the 501st was back,” you managed to spit out, using every ounce of willpower not to look for the one person you were desperate to see.

         “Now that I think about it, I’m not surprised,” Skywalker laughed, glancing at the captain standing beside him. Rex looked exhausted and you had a sinking feeling it had something to do with a certain brother. 

         “He’s your problem for a few days,” Rex grumbled before making a beeline toward where Cody was still standing. Skywalker chuckled again as he patted your shoulder and moved around you. And that’s when you saw him. 

         “Oh dear,” you breathed. Hardcase was bouncing impatiently a few feet away as he talked with Jesse. The urge to sprint to him was barely curbed by the staggering shock freezing you in place. Your eyes trailed down from his face, darting around the familiar white shapes painted on his completely blue breastplate. You didn’t need to look down at your own outfit to know it would match. 

Hardcase glanced toward you and his entire face lit up with a smile, apparently ignoring the stunned expression on your face that Jesse was laughing at. He quickly closed the few feet to stand before you, oozing pride. 

         “You alive, cyar’ika?” he teased, drawing your eyes up to meet his.

         “We match,” you blurted needlessly, blinking a few times. Hardcase’s smile was nearly blinding as he rested a hand on his chest and you finally move a bit closer, still leaving an acceptable distance while you were still in public. 

         “So you like it?” he asked, his voice pitching up in uncertainty. You reached forward to rest your hand on his, smiling up at him; tears collected in your eyes at the rush of reliefshockhappiness knotting in your chest. 

         “I love it, Hardcase,” you assured, your stomach swooping when he ducked his head. “And I love you.” Hardcase’s eyes flickered around the crowd standing a fair distance behind you and ducked down to steal a quick kiss.

         “I love you too,” he whispered. You felt ready to burst, overwhelmed with a dizzy kind of joy that came with knowing Hardcase was home and you dropped your eyes back to his breastplate. It took a second for the question to form in your mind before you found his eyes again, your brows furrowed.

         “Why didn’t you just see about buying a matching sweater?” you wondered. Hardcase’s face fell as he thought about your suggestion only to turn his face away with a bashful smile. “You didn’t think of it, did you?”

         “I didn’t think of it,” he agreed. And Maker, you never wanted to kiss him more. 

         “Well, I like this better anyway,” you laughed, squeezing his hand that you were still holding. Hardcase tilted his head down to study the design he’d obviously worked hard on with a proud grin. 

Rex would probably make him scrub it off later, regulations and all, but you could savor the thoughtful gesture while you had the chance. At least holopics lasted forever. 

25 days of Life Day Masterlist

Taglist: @sleepingsun501​ 

[questforgalas]

March on the Temple Pt. 3

Summary: Now with Rex, Echo decides now is the time to figure out what Rex knows about the fate of their brothers

Notes: I originally planned to only keep this as 2 parts - when Tech finds out and then when Echo receives the news - but when the writers for season 2 gifted me the canon present of putting Echo with Rex, I couldn't help myself! Takes place after "Truth and Consequences" of TBB season 2. Get ready for some Rex feels and some Echo admiration. Little somethin somethin for the batch fans at the end ;) hope you enjoy!

WC: 3.2K

Tags: Echo, Rex, Angst with comfort, post order 66, Anakin is talked about, 501st is talked about

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3

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It was puzzling to Echo how surprised visitors sounded when they’d realize how cold Coruscant is. It wasn’t often he’d find himself amongst citizens of the Republic, mulling about their day, but, occasionally, back when they first got stationed on Coruscant, he and Fives found opportunities to spend their downtime outside of base instead of stuck in the rec room again. Did those opportunities usually involve volunteer patrols? Sure, but Fives’ skin would vibrate with energy at the thought of being a normal citizen and not just an expendable clone for a few hours, so off they’d go, blending with the habitants of Coruscant, both permanent and temporary.

The visitors were the easiest to spot thanks to their commentary. No matter what level they were on, whether exposed to the rays on the surface or exploring the eclectic markets of lower levels, visitors always commented on how cold the planet was. Echo didn’t understand. It was a planet made entirely of steel kept at a moderate temperature zone on the surface. Of course it was going to be cold. Did they think Senator Amidala wore all of those layers for fashion?

Sitting in the Martez sisters’ hangar, Echo lost himself in his thoughts as he leaned back in his chair, legs kicked up on the desk against the wall, crossed at the ankle. The spacious hangar was quiet, an ambience of speeder traffic muffled by the closed door hummed around him, allowing Echo’s thoughts to wander at will all while trying to keep at bay the constant chill across his skin. Trace’s latest project took up the majority of the space behind him, half-crafted hull and parts scattered on various workbenches surrounding the ship-in-progress. The steel hangar walls hid in the shadows under the dim, low-grade lights. Only the lamp on the desk emitted a strong glow, basking Echo in a steady white light.

He'd only been alone for a few minutes, waiting for Rex to return from receiving his next intel. The meeting spot was only around the corner, so Echo wasn’t going to be alone for long. Rex would never comment on it, but Echo knew his Captain was aware of his aversion to solitude, even if they’d never talked about it. That was Rex for you. He may have been captain of one of the largest battalions in the Grand Army of the Republic, but he knew each of his men individually as if he led a squad of two.

Skako Minor fortified Echo’s dislike of solitude, but being honest with himself, he had never been a fan of being on his own. Thinking back on it, he didn’t think there was ever a time he wasn’t in the presence of someone since he came out of the tube. Domino squad, regardless of their bickering, was always near each other while on Kamino. Fives and he gained the reputation of being inseparable early in their youth, mainly because Echo noticed Fives knack for going against regulation so he’d follow him while reading out the reg manual if only to remind him that there are restrictions in place for a reason. Apparently, continuously following someone around reading the reg manual amounted to inseparable.

Granted, Fives thought his reg-reading tail was amusing and eventually, unbeknownst to Echo, he’d purposely declare he was going to cause mischief before leaving the barracks just so Echo would follow behind, begrudgingly getting involved in whatever Fives had in mind. After the Rishi Outpost though, Echo decided life for them was a little too short to have his nose stuck in a manual, so he was more willing to help Fives pass the time. One could argue that their activities were positive additions to the 501st since they usually resulted in a fonder bond between whichever brothers were around. Rex would begrudgingly agree.

Every battalion of the GAR formed tight-knit bonds, and they echoed onto each Jedi general and commander, but it was silently understood that the tightest were formed between the boys in blue of the 501st. Skywalker and Tano’s bond as master and padawan was only rivaled by that between Skywalker and Kenobi, and the 501st reflected the bond of their General and Commander. War was ugly, buried in layers of scum that more often than not latched onto morale trying to pull the troopers down with it, but even after the ugliest campaigns, the men of the 501st worked together to pull each other out of the depths and keep the hope of the galaxy warm in their hearts.

That unending hope, the natural instinct to take care of their brothers and get out together, was personified by Skywalker. Rex told stories of when he first met him – the newly knighted Jedi with a terrible haircut who couldn’t tell strategy from a womprat but with a heart bigger than a Gundark and steel determination to take care of his men. Apparently, Rex and Skywalker spent the ride to Christophsis, the first battle they served together, with Rex teaching Anakin the basics of combat tactics, and each lesson Skywalker seemed to be imprinting in his brain, set on being the best general he could be for his men. So no, it wasn’t a surprise to anyone that Skywalker’s heart, determination, and loyalty poured into the 501st.

A faint, throbbing ache formed in Echo’s chest, bringing him back to the dim hangar. Over the months since the Empire formed, Echo became familiar with this particular ache as it only came when he thought about his old battalion. It wasn’t the fond ache of missing someone, it was the pain of mourning. The 501st he knew, the General Skywalker he served under, would never kill innocents. If Echo suggested the idea of marching on the Jedi temple to wipe out the order of warriors, he was certain Skywalker himself would have his lightsaber at his neck telling Echo to never utter such filth to him again. Yet, that was the reality.

Some days he wished Hunter had kept him in the dark to what really happened to his general and his battalion. Wished he remained naïve, not knowing the fate of his brothers and thinking that Skywalker was MIA or dead. Thinking that was better than knowing the truth. But he knew it was for the best in the end. It allowed him to find peace in the memories he had and to find motivation when hope seemed a distant shadow. Now working with Rex, he was as determined as ever to help as many brothers as he could, and he’d be there for each member of the 501st, if he could help it, as they wake up from the nightmare they’re currently living.

As if he knew Echo’s isolation was starting to take its toll, the small door to the hangar whooshed open, and Rex walked in. The sorry excuse of a poncho Rex passed as a disguise barely obscured the captain’s face as his head was tilted down finishing the data transfer on his datapad. Without taking his eyes off the tablet, he tugged the hood down, revealing his blonde hair to the dim glow in the hangar. His eyes didn’t move until he was standing next to the desk Echo sat at, moving to sit on its side while he continued tapping. Echo recognized that look. He knew better than to try and interrupt right now while Rex was deep in concentration. A few seconds passed before Rex tossed the datapad onto the desk, releasing a deep sigh.

“Alright we’ve got the next intel. It’s not going to be an easy one, but nothing we can’t handle. Another brother free when we’re done.” Arms crossed at his chest, Rex looked over at Echo, tired eyes crinkling in the corners.

Technically Rex was only a year older than him, but to the clones, even a couple months in age could seem like five years. Sometimes Echo still felt like a cadet when he looked at the captain, unable to help the tingle of admiration his older brother brought out. Fives liked to tease him about keeping the handprint on his armor, even transferring it over to his ARC armor once they were promoted, but to Echo that handprint meant everything. The man in front of him was his captain, his mentor, his savior, and he didn’t just mean Rishi. The batch may have been brought along on the mission to Skako Minor, but Echo knew if it wasn’t for Rex following his instinct and even defying the Jedi council – that made Echo blink a couple times when Rex filled him in on that part – he’d still be trapped in a chamber with no ownership over his own mind.

“When do you want to head out?” Echo asked.

The captain briefly closed his eyes and let loose a long sigh before answering, “We won’t have an opening for a rotation, possibly two. Like I said, it’ll be tricky, and we’ll have to hit our timing perfectly to get it right. We’ll need to go over the plan a couple times to make sure its airtight.”

“Want to work through it now then?”

“Honestly, I’d like to take a minute. It feels like it’s been nonstop since the Republic fell. It’d be nice to just sit still for a moment,” Rex answered.

“What, your old age getting to ya?” Echo joked. That one earned him a scowl lacking any venom. Soft chuckles rumbled from Echo’s chest, and Rex rolled his eyes at him before he cracked a smile of his own.

“Hey, give me a break! I’m generation 1. I’m practically geriatric at this point,” the captain poked at himself.

A hum came from Echo as they both settled into the silence. The Batch had only left yesterday, and Rex and Echo used the time to catch each other up on what they’d both been up to since Bracca. The captain’s report wasn’t too surprising. Finding clones waking up from the chips, getting them out when he could. Much of what he’d already talked about. Echo’s reports of the Batch’s lives took a little more time to tell. Rex kept his expression neutral longer than most would, but by the time they reached Tech’s blossoming racing career, the captain was holding his head in his hands. The mixed look of disbelief and horror was comical.

“How did you end up the responsible one? I mean, you even reigned in Hunter. How is that even possible?” Rex had said to him.

“I don’t know. Fives is probably rolling in his grave, though,” Echo had answered with a laugh.

The mention of Fives silenced them. Throughout the rotation, they danced around Fives and any topics that took place after Order 66 that didn’t have to do with their separate mission; however, with the thoughts fresh in mind from a few minutes ago, Echo felt himself getting itchy. As far as he knew, he and Rex were the only remaining de-chipped members of the 501st. If he had anyone to share this pain with, it was the captain standing next to him.

“Ya know, when we were on Saleucami after first fleeing Kamino, Hunter told me some news. I’ve seen him in some hairy situations, but I’ve never seen him as nervous as he was when he approached me that day. Didn’t need to be a Jedi to tell something was up,” Echo started. He felt his hand starting to sweat under its glove, and he kept his eyes trained on the desk in front of him, but he felt Rex’s gaze on him while he spoke. “I give him credit. It wasn’t easy news to deliver. He could’ve left it for me to discover myself or never discover. Kept in the dark about it all. In the end, I’m glad I know, as hard as it is.”

Eyes still trained on the desk, Echo heard Rex heave a sigh, and he caught the sight of his shoulders slumping in the corner of his vision. He looked up to find Rex staring at the ground in front of him now, back bowed like he was holding the weight of Coruscant.

“I think I know where you’re going with this, Echo. I’ll admit, I didn’t want to bring it up just incase you weren’t already aware. Wanted to gauge what you knew first.”

Deciding to rip the bandage off, Echo asked, “Are you referring to the temple, Rex?”

Rex flinched as if Echo had just slapped him. His eyes screwed tight, and a grimace of pain flashed on his face before he opened his eyes and looked at Echo again. Another deep sigh left the captain before he decided to pull over the chair that was on the other side of the desk. He sat down, body facing Echo, elbows resting on his knees, head hanging like he couldn’t hold the weight of it any longer.

The mention of the march on the temple was the final tether on Rex’s collected exterior. In front of Echo wasn’t the captain of the 501st, war hero and second-in-command to General Skywalker. In front of him was Rex, a brother who had held the weight of a battalion on his shoulders and took the fate of his men more personally than his own.

“I had just left Saleucami, only stopping to trade out my ship and get as far away from the Empire as possible so I could come up with my next move. I set course for Wild Space and used the time in hyperspace to learn as much as I could. I’m no Tech, so I couldn’t hack the Imperial records, but I gathered whatever the holonet would give me. Then I saw a headline that almost made me retch on the floor.” Rex was wringing his hands, never looking up as he spoke.

“’The Brave Story of the March on the Temple and How the Boys in Blue Rose to the Occasion’,” Rex spat. He lifted his gave just to now stare at the ceiling above. “I got about halfway through the article before I threw the datapad against the wall. Smashed the thing in half just with a throw.” Echo remained silent, giving Rex the room to continue when he was ready. Head still tilted, eyes on the ceiling, the captain went on, “The ship felt like it was closing in on me. I wanted to deny it, to call it venomous filth the Empire was trying to spread. But in my gut, I knew. The general had been showing signs of increasing irritation. He’d always toed the line of being a Jedi when it came to his emotions, but after Ahsoka left, it was different. He was different. The first time I saw the old Anakin again was when she returned, trying to get aid to Mandalore. Then I was separated from half my men, and Order 66 came in.”

Echo was listening intently when a sudden thought jolted him upright. “Wait, Rex, Ahsoka! She was with you on Mandalore when the order came in. Did you…you didn’t…” he didn’t need to finish the question which was proving difficult to form.

“No. Ahoska’s alive. I was able to fight the order when it first came in, giving her a chance. She de-chipped me, but we were the only two to make it off the Venator,” Rex answered.

News of Ahsoka pushed a breath out of Echo he didn’t realize he was holding, but the impact of realizing half a battalion was lost at once? Well, that was another punch.

“Jesse?” he asked. Rex answered by meeting his gaze and giving a small shake of his head. Echo allowed himself a moment to close his eyes, quietly mourning another brother confirmed gone.

“I’d parted ways with Ahsoka, and my first move was to look for published Imperial reports. I needed to figure out who was still around. If any deaths didn’t add up. MIA’s that had too much information missing. I’d have to be careful, but they could’ve been leads to who I could contact. Start putting missing pieces together. That’s when I came across a report saying the 501st battalion was under the command of someone called Darth Vader. No mention of Skywalker anywhere. That was the first time my instincts started screaming at me, but I didn’t want to face reality yet. One horror at a time. I had just had to kill 1000s of my brothers for a reason I didn’t understand. Senator Amidala was dead. Ahsoka was being hunted. I didn’t want to accept anymore changes.”

“Then that sithspit article came out. I had to face the new reality the last two rotations had thrown at me. Our general had turned to the dark side and brought the rest of our brothers with him. I put two-and-two together, realizing the majority of the Jedi were out at fronts and leaving the temple weak. Leaving it to be defended by…younglings,” emotion caught in Rex’s throat as he finished.

Echo remembers how hard it was for him to process this when Hunter told him on Saleucami. He chose to be alone after the shock subsided, but he had Hunter there to help him as he took in the information, processed the initial horror, and gradually accepted the news. He was also an ARC. He was friendly with all his brothers, but only close with some, and certainly didn’t know everyone in the battalion. His short time with the 501st made it so he was distantly familiar with the general, but he had no relationship with Skywalker.

Rex, on the other hand, had to process this all on his own, alone in hyperspace, mourning a battalion he knew every trooper by name and a general he called a brother. Anyone else, that reality would have broken them, but not Rex. No, Echo saw the unyielding determination in his eyes that took over once the resurfaced emotions passed, and once again, Echo was in awe of his captain. Turning to face Rex, Echo rested his scomplink on his knee and gestured with his hand.

“It wasn’t them, Rex. We know that better than anyone now. We’ll find them. We’ll get them out. That won’t be their legacy,” Echo said, confidence coating his voice.

A soft smile made its way onto Rex’s face, and eyes previously hardened with determination melted into hope. “It’s why I can’t stop now. I want all of our brothers out, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t focus harder on the 501st. I’ve seen the reports of what they’re doing for Darth Vader. I want them out of that nightmare as soon as I can hep it.”

“Alright, let’s get started then. Sitting around here won’t get them out of there. Who was that intel on? One of our boys?” Echo steered the conversation to a topic they could both focus on: a mission.

“No, they’re off world right now. This is a brother here on Coruscant. He’s still in the base, but like I said earlier, we time it right, we can get him,” Rex explained.

“We’ve done crazier. Who is it then?” Echo asked.

Rex looked up, meeting Echo’s gaze. “We’re getting Crosshair.”

[engagemythrusters]

Okay ahsoka time

I know there’s Kanan mention (I will not be okay) and Rex is here (I will not be okay) so we will see what happings :)

My ice cream is oddly shaped

GHOST

Jacen baby 😭

HE FITS PERFECTLY BEHIND CHOPPER

Oh my god

Heras going to think

She lost

Another

Child

“I’m here to finish your training” :(

OH?!

“I won’t fight you”

“I’ve heard that before”

HHH STOP I CANT RELIVETHAT THAT SCENE BROKE ME

Leia!!!!!!!

Is Jacen gonna be like Exra? In tune w the living force?

Ohhh she’s. She can’t hear what he does but she listens with him. She loves him and she knows how important it is to listen and guide young Jedi. Even if she’s not—

Oh?!

He made her hear it?!!!

Just!?? Gonna leave him there?

KANAN MENTION

Kanan

I’m not okay

CLONES

She’s so little…

She’s…. She’s so small…

She’s so small she’s ducking blasts she’s trying to catch up

I can’t…

“This is your training” and so it was. She knew only war.

… we’re not going to see Rex’s face are we

Oh all those clones…

They… they move their arms. So thehre at peace…

REX IN BACKGROUND?!

Dkdkdks wrapped face so nobody sees them

That’s so dumb

Anyway. Whose boy is that…. Mine now.

“I got them killed” she has so much weight in her. She’s 14. She’s…

WAH

NO THE VADER SHOT

this episode. Ahsoka’s and anakins fight in The Twilight of the Apprentice. Obiwans fight with darth vader in the last ep of obi wan kenobi. Making me sick in the head.

Im.

Im so fucked up about this.

DEATHWATCH

oh

My

God

OH MY GOD

first it was seeing the ahsoka helmets.

Then it was HEARING REX

*PROPER* REX.

her best friend

She’s still so young here and TCW didn’t show that well enough. She’s so little.

She’s so young.

“Is that all?”

This young actor is good at replicating the other live action one

She’s so cute and sweet faced and I’m so hurt for young ahsoka because she’s just. She’s SO LITtl

OH

No

No his eyes oh my god this is fucjing me up

I’m so fucked

I’m fucked up beyond belief

THE SWITCHING

I’m so fucked up.

Jesus. I can’t. I’m.

I’m going to watch all those three fights one day and I’m going to let them consume me whole.

God.

God. Anyway.

Again this world between worlds is cool but yknow rebels did it better. This is pretty but the other was… ominous. Stark.

Oof that makeup…

“Get her inside” leaves her on the fucking ramp

He’s so cute look at him. I love you Jacen. I hope you know nothing but love in your future. I hope your brother and sister return. I hope—

UH NEW BUNKS IN THE GHOST??

Oh that’s not the ghost. Thank god

That’s all we’re going to see if rex though isn’t it.

We’re not going to see old rex

We’re not…

I want Temuera Morrison on screen. Like. Physically. I don’t just want his voice.

Why is this so hard to ask?!

Awww Jacen playing w chopper 😭

Jacen: I know ur fuckin pawning me off…. It’s working tho.

NO LIGHTSABER FOR JACEN?!

WHY NOT

Since when is ahsoka fucking psychometric tho like. God I hate that random jedi just gain random powers that aren’t theirs

Like psychometry isn’t a common power

goddddd

HERA DOESNT HAVE TO LOSE ANOTHER CHILD TODAY you can see and hear her relief Ughhh I’m feeling things

UH?!

CHOPPERS RIGHT. UH OH.

are they gonna arrest hera or smthn SKFJSK I’d like to see them try. Hera did more for the rebellion than anyone fucking else.

I’d kill them myself if they touched her

O H?!

Purrgil

OOP

Guess it’s killing time.

Hera defense squad: population of one. Me. But I’m a big one.

Hera and the purrgil again. Hera and the purrgil. She has much to feel about them. They took her son. They’ve killed her friends in the past. Now her daughter went down their trail.

And now… she follows the purrgil.

OKAY BUT AGAIN

AHSOKA SHOW SUCKS LOOK AT WHAT THEY FID TO MY PURRGIL

Why are they GREY >:((((

Where’s my pretty blues and yellows and purples

Hooray white ahsoka robes tho. Forgot to say that but. A little too late with the robes. a little too late with my comment. It fits

This Carson guy is doing his best

Where’s Wedge

WHERES FENN RAU

Where’s old rex :(

“You’re not gonna believe me” wow why do we need that line. Disney Writing fr. Good god.

“HOW THE WHALES TOOK EZRA AND THE BAD GUYS FAR, FAR AWAY” !!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAH 😭😭😭😭😭

Jonah and the Whale vibes. Wait no. NEMO VIBES?!

I wish… I wish that hera got to go with. To reunite with her son.

I know why she didn’t though. I get it. But still. Would’ve been… something.

Powering up…

“May the force be with you” hera 😭

And… they’re gone.

Overall:

I do have to say, I'm REALLY peeved they only gave Temuera Morrison ONE LINE of dialogue for this. like THATS the best they could do? No. NOt enough. Bring in Old Rex. Bring him in. Now. I'm not okay with just this. I'm happy we saw him, but that's not enough. Disney fucking owes Temuera Morrison and they fucking owe Boba fans. the LE A S T they could do is this. Fuck you disney.

BUT on a positive note.

OH MY GOD THE ANAKIN AHSOKA FIGHT IS GOING TO FUCK ME UP FOREVER. that fight, the TotA fight, and the OWK fight... yeah. I'm screwed up for life.

[skoulsons]

if anyone is interested. live notes of mine while watching ep5

AHSOKA EP5 UNHINGED NOTES

Jacens so cute

HIM HIDING BEHIND CHOP

the way he peaked out 😭

HUYANG WITH SABINES HELMET

DOES HE THINK SHE DIED

‘I told them to stay together’ :((

‘They never listen’ :/

SHADOW WARRIOR

OHEJDOSB DOEHDNEOHS WI OH

world between world looks so cool

ok actually not ready for this conversation uhhhhh

YOU LOOK OLD 💀💀

baylan Skoll my boy

IM HERE TO FINISH YOUR TRAIJIJG

he’s so close to her why am iiiiiii

snips :(

can they hug actually.

OOIEHZ F SNTHE BLUEEEEE

I WOKT FIGHT YOU

IVE HESRD THAT HEFORE SJXHSKHDKSHSKSHDKS

I KNOW SHE SAYS THAT IN REBELS WHEN HES VADER AND THE WIAGDKWBDBDKSGSKS

I never finished clone wars or got very far or seen rebels in full I can’t imagine how this feels to the big big fans are you guys ok

SENATOR ORGANA :(

jacen what do you see bby

He’s so force sensitive.

LISTEN TO YOUR SON HES LIKE YOUR HUSBAND

THE LIGHTSABERS

bro world between worlds is crazy how does this even work

THE SCOREEEEEEEE SIDHSKDHSK ITS SO DELICIOUS 🤌🏻🤌🏻

THE GHOST I love hearing it called that

JACEN HAS ABILITIES HIS FATHER KANAN WAS A JEDI WE GOR THE NAME DROP AND THE CONFIRMATION AND THE AND

ohdkshdsk not Anakin’s iconic move

I love their footsteps on the bridge(??)

oh. oh no. are we getting flashbacks.

what’s going ON

O RN SKFHSKD ITS ORDER66 ZisNT IT

holy shit. it’s the 501st and anakin leading them.

OR NOT??? What’s going on

Hayden as clone wars anakin whatsjshskhsjdg

live action ahsoka wjayskwhkshd

TEMURA????? ?:?/?

GET AEAY FEOM THE ME HIS HAND ON HERS WHCIH CLONE IS THATD SKDHKSDHSJDHSK

REXRSRXWRXRSRXWTXRREXREXREXRSRX THATS GOTTA HE REX AFORSS FROM ANI RIGHT

is that aayla too i can’t tell but that’s gotta be rex right RIGHT

ITS REXRS DJSGDKSGDKSDGSKSGGS REX MY SWEET BOY DMDHDKDHD VEISHSMSVD

this is so weird in a good way but it’s WEIRD

imsorry I’m still kinda losing it over rex.

OFJGJHHHGGHA DBA THE VADER CHANGE THE CHANGE TO VADER AND BACK TO ANAKIN theyre reallt jusf teasing

xwings are so beautiful

‘You do things your way bc you care. That’s why people like you’ that’s like the nicest thing Huyang has said

Oh wonderful 💀💀

OOOOH she’s got two sabers now

OOOOH THIS IS THE MANDALORIAN ARC I REGNOGIXE THE ARMOR

AND THEYRE THE 332ND THE CLONES THEYGE GOT THE ORANGES AND WHITE AND BLUE

REXXXXXXX NIFE WORK COMMANDER MY LITTLE BROTHER AND SISTER

INLOVE HIM SO MUCH DISHDKDHDKDH

her s7 armor 🤌🏻

SIEGE OF MANDALORE YEAH YEAH YEAH

He looks SO s7/rots anakin I love this

Oh wow that shot looked very reminiscent oh the one from rots (I think form what I remember it’s been a minute)

OUIHRBS DENITS RED NOW

OOOHDBA FEKSJ THAT SHOT THATS SUCH A GOOD SHOT THEYRE LIKE SILOUHETTES WIRH THE LIGHTSABERS AND ASKDHSKDH

ENAODHWKSH THE ANAKIN TO VADER TO ANAKIN SKDHEKSHDKV STOP THIS DAVE

HIS EYES :(((

his one eye being red and the other being normal akdhskdhskdhhafsu

I know it might be the saber but also.

THEY STILL LOOK SO SITHY WHDJDID

THEYRE NORMAL YEAHHHHH

he’s gone :(

COULDNT THEYBHAVE HUGGED?????

aw she’s all tucked in <3

oh WHOA her thing is off I don’t think it’s ever been off before

not to take away from everything this episode has been so far but I really just like one scene with baylan and his daughter shin please.

heras little family :(

AWWWW AJDHAKDB CUYE LITTLR HUG LOOK AT THEM

Ahsoka cradling his head 😭

“No.” “Yes.” “No.” Love huyang

come onnn ahsoka

DOTS ARE CONNECTING

Chops “uh oh” 😭

PURRGILSSSSS

FOLLOW THOSE PURRGILS

is it two r’s or two l’s I forget

they just spawned In 💀

they’re so gross and cool at the same time

I feel like they should be following the current and not against it but. what do i know

oooh big boy

so. I don’t know what’s gone with them what is the goal here how do they work exactly

LOVE her white outfit are you KIDDING

AW THEYRE SWIMMING IN CIRCLES

do they get eaten or

ok well this is definitely going to end badly

carson 💀💀💀

CARSON

‘Kiddo’ im cool 🤠

orhskd it’s eye

looks like the mouth from nemo.

this is so insane

“I have no idea” 😭💀

THEYRE CHARGING UP TO JUMP

They way their tails light up 😭

[criticize-me-betuwont]

Rex and his old friend Anakin

Typically the forest moon of Endor is a peaceful place in the evening. The air calm, the trees standing motionless. The little creature-like inhabitants, Ewoks, are usually in bed or sitting by the fire. Sometimes, if they have cause to celebrate, oh and they love to celebrate, they’ll hold parties in their tree villages. They’ll dance and sing, and tell stories through the night. The fiery torches shine as the only light in the forest. 

Today marks a day to remember, and more importantly, a day to celebrate. Thanks to the Rebellion, the white armor-clad invaders to the Ewoks’ homeworld have finally been driven out. The newfound allies to the Ewoks also have cause to celebrate, and they brought fireworks. The festivities that are taking place this night will be told in Ewok stories for generations to come. Drums are banging louder than ever before, with stormtrooper helmets to back them up. The short little fuzzy people that are the Ewoks are dancing relentlessly, and are encouraging their Rebel friends to join them. Ewoks and soldiers alike are swapping war stories. Some have been fighting The Empire since the beginning, while others had only just joined the fight. 

Commander Rex is quietly leaning against a railing on the sidelines of the party, completely alone. Could this be the end of the war? Rex quietly thinks to himself. He’s been fighting his whole life. He was created for war. The thought of finally having a chance to live out the rest of his life without a galactic conflict, was definitely an unsettling thought for him. Yet it remained the very reason he fought; to bring peace to the galaxy. Is my job over? Do what’s left of my brothers get to finally live in peace now?

“Captain Rex,” a strong and familiar, yet nearly forgotten voice says from behind.

Rex turns around to see none other than Jedi General Anakin Skywalker standing before him. Though in his current form he’s glistening through a faint blue light, as if not actually there. Otherwise he looks exactly as how Rex remembers him. Stammering in surprise and disbelief, Rex is able to get out a meek “General Skywalker?”

“Hello, Rex. My son saved me, he guided me back to the light. Though I am now one with the Force and don’t have long to speak with you.”

“I can’t believe it, sir,” Rex responds. “I thought you died in Order 66.”

“Rex, something far worse than death happened to me. I was Darth Vader.” Anakin in his ghostly body, stands with his arms crossed in the classic Jedi fashion. 

Rex begins to fumble some words before Anakin interrupts him. “I know you have a lot of questions, and I’m sorry that I can’t answer them. Captain Rex, I commend you for never turning your back on Ahsoka and for helping my son and the Rebellion defeat The Empire. You are a good soldier, and an even better man.”

“Tha-Thank you, sir. But I don’t und-”

“No Rex, thank you. This is the last time you’ll see me, and I must leave now,” Anakin says with a slight look of sorrow on his face. 

“Yes General, I understand,” Rex says while standing to attention and giving a crisp salute. “And it’s Commander now, sir.”

“Commander Rex,” Anakin repeats, giving his big well known smile, as he fades away into nothingness.

Rex has heard of Jedi being able to project themselves through the Force, but what just happened seemed utterly unbelievable. General Skywalker was Darth Vader? 

I hope you enjoyed my little made up scene of Anakin talking to Rex on Endor after the Rebellion’s victory. I just always thought it was kinda sad how things were left off between them, and wanted to imagine what a reunion might be like.