#CF37 Boots

[the-lucky-batch]

Cypher, comming Boots: don’t come back to the venator

Boots: why?

Cypher: Sparks is passive-aggressively doing the dishes he asked me to do six hours ago. It isn’t safe here anymore

Creator of Cypher @catboy-tech / @stereotypicalpicnicmat Creator of Boots @lusiawonder Creator of Sparks @cosmicghostie

The rest of the Lucky Batch! @lavenderstaars @lynnpaper @foxlock @maygalodon @oo-hazel-oo @mango-peachjuice @radbatch @letsunity @burnthashbrown27 @generaltano @namesmox @monako-jinn-stories @longearedowlfromouterspace @just-another-dreamerr

[letsunity]

The Lucky Batch

Bottom of the Barrel

It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair. 

Morast Tāne was strict, but they did their best for her. They made more of an effort than the other Jedi Masters, something of a parent-figure for her. They didn’t deserve to die.

And of course, as always, the all mighty Jedi Council put the blame on her. While Master Plo Koon and Master Obi-Wan Kenobi stood up for her, they were drowned out by Master Mace Windu. 

Though Master Yoda is the head of the council, Mace Windu is the main voice. He has a lot of respect from the others, his words influencing others. 

He had been a friend of Master Tāne. She could see why he’d blame her, but it wasn’t her fault. It couldn’t have been, right?

Master Tāne said to trust the force, and Kenlha did. She trusted herself, acted on what she thought was right and Master Tāne died. 

It was only because there wasn’t proof that she killed him that she wasn’t expelled from the Order. That and they needed as many force-users as possible. Hell, it was bad enough for her to be Knighted. 

Now she has to wait for a Battalion for them to dump her at. The 501st are fun and General Skywalker has a Togruta padawan. Someone else who understands the thorough upkeep of montral horns and lekku. 

“Kenlha, is it?” came a smooth voice, like molten chocolate. “Master Kenobi and Master Koon mentioned to me what happened. I am sorry for your loss,” he comforted graciously.

“Master Fisto, your words have more value than you know,” she continued, a little honoured to be in his presence. “They were a good master to me.”

“I didn’t get to speak with Master Tāne, but I heard many great things about them. I’m sure they’d be very proud of your recent knighthood.”

She wish that to be true.

“Would you like to meet your new squad?”

She gets her own squad? 

The green Nautolan motioned for her to follow him. Eager, Kenlha walked next to him, her mind racing with a million questions.

What did he mean? What new squad? Isn’t she supposed to join a new Battalion?

As the newly knighted Jedi stepped into the shipyard, her eyes were drawn to a colourful ship with a large clover on it. It was damaged and only had three leaves. 

Master Fisto smiled, nodding to that ship. 

“Clone Force 37,” he introduced. “They are your squad.”

A small group of clones jumped out of the door for dear life, ducking their heads as something exploded inside. As smoke bellowed, they began bickering over what caused it. 

It was at that moment that they noticed Master Fisto and Kenlha. 

“Was’ up, Kit!” waved a clone who plopped onto a GNK droid, sitting on it joyfully. “Yo, that your new P-to-the-Wan?”

“For the love of Prime, Jackal, never say that again,” his brother sighed, shaking his head, the braid flapping from side to side. “The question stands. Who’s this?”

“This is Master Kenlha Whiro, your new commanding officer,” Kit Fisto smiled, patting Kenlha on the back. 

A clone smothered in smoke and soot bounced out of the ship, tackling Kenlha. He grinned up at her, several burn scars on his face. 

His brothers surrounded her, excited to meet her and were like giddy children.

One of them with different-coloured eyes slapped something onto her chestplate. Confused, she looked at it, finding a large star sticker.

“I’m Pepper, the medic,” he introduced, grabbing one nearby, “and this is my twin, Foxy.”

“Jackal!”

“I’m Ballast!”

“Boots,” Boots said. After a moment, he grabbed a bit of scrap and lobbed it at the other clone’s head. “He’s Cypher, a bit if an airhead but when he’s paying attention, there’s nothing he can’t interpret!”

They were weird and she loved it. 

“They’re all mine?” Kenlha beamed, already in love with her new little brothers. “All of them?”

“As are those two,” the Nautolan added, motioning to a Captain with a young child with him. “Captain Raffle and Luna Evynder, your own Padawan.”

She was overwhelmed and astounded, unable to process the sudden gifts upon her. Master Kit Fisto was kind, but she never thought he’d give her so much.

So much that she probably doesn’t deserve. 

“I’m going to be honest with you, Master Whiro, these are not the greatest soldiers. In fact, many believe them to be the worst of the army. Though that may be so, everybody has a place in this universe. I have faith that you can take care of them,” he smiled, his webbed hands on her shoulders. “Know that not only I believe in you, but so will they.”

Teary eyed, Kenlha embraced the Nautolan, her montral horns pressing against his chin. She didn’t care that they weren’t good soldiers, they were hers. 

“Thank you, Master Fisto. I won’t fail you.”

“Nor will you disappoint. When it comes to the unusual, you need someone equally unique to lead them. Master Kenobi and Master Koon helped me talk Master Yoda in letting you have these clones. They believe in you as well.”

She wasn’t going to fail. As of now, she’s the leader of Clone Force 37.

“Welcome to the squad, boss-sis,” Foxy announced, patting her shoulder. “First things first, we'll show you how the moonshine maker works.”

Foxy might just be her favourite because of that alone.

Thanks to these guys for their characters!

@just-another-dreamerr​ @generaltano​ @radbatch​ @foxlock​ @maygaladon @lavenderstaars  @lusiawonder

[starlightartemis]

37th Battalion (The Lucky Batch ☘️)

A little bit about @generaltano ‘s clone, Rane. He got his name for loving rain, and lost his batch mates surrounded by one.

Rain

He’d always found it odd, how despite living on a planet in which rain was ever present, they had never been in it before.

He didn’t know what exactly nudged him to long for it, but he seemed to unconsciously seek it out; the storm, the mystery.

There was a window, one that overlooked the ocean around the facility. It had been the first time he’d witnessed something other than the cold metal ceilings of Kamino.

The soft splutter of droplets on the glass had been comforting, soft, and he’d watched them run in shaky streams into the quiet sea below. He’d felt his skin tingling, imagining how it would feel like to have it splash over his arms, his hands, his face.

Before he knew what he was doing, he had been standing at the hangar door, at the threshold between the dome and the open sky. And before he could wonder if it was a good idea, he’d taken two steps forward.

It tickled. His head had tilted up, towards the brewing clouds and rain, and when the water had touched his skin, he had closed his eyes and held his breath and—

It was as if the world had vanished.

Thunder had echoed in the distance, the air humming as the quiet raindrops dampened his hair, caressed his cheeks. He had listened to the gentle clinking of the rain on the floor, his heart beating softly in his ears, and something in his chest bloomed.

Between the sky, the rain, the tides rumbling beneath his feet…

He’d felt alive, in a way he’d never felt before.

He remembered the first time he felt the rain outside Kamino.

So that's what wet earth smelt like? Sweet and refreshing, full of life?

He’d admired the rubbery texture of leaves, where droplets would race each other down stems and trunks, eager to pool with their brothers at the roots. The puddles would splash happily from side to side as he ran through the terrain, boots squishing the tender earth, vegetation brushing and bouncing against his shoulders.

He remembers the ozone heavy in the air, the way it’d made his skin tingle; how it had mixed with the scent of smoke and dirt as the seconds turned to minutes. A thunder had crashed a few meters ahead, and his entire world had shaken under his feet.

The rain was comforting in it’s own way; it covered the sound of explosions, of blasters, of screams. The water seemed to link hands together even for a moment, before slipping swiftly between their fingers without them being able to help it; just like time... just like a brother’s last breath.

Rain hid tears perfectly, he found out. After all, soldiers weren’t supposed to cry.

Rane remembers his first rain outside Kamino very clearly. It had been the day he’d lost them all.

@lavenderstaars @lynnpaper @foxlock @maygaladon @radbatch @oo-hazel-oo @letsunity @mango-peachjuice @lusiawonder @catboy-tech @cosmicghostie @monako-jinn-stories @longearedowlfromouterspace @namesmox I’m tagging y’all cos cf37 content :D

[the-lucky-batch]

Boots: don’t worry guys, I’m on it

Raffle: how?

Boots: *takes from his belt a key, presses a button. A distant “bip” echoes the field and a double yellow light flash* found it

Raffle: HOW?!?!?

Jedi: they can’t possibly lose this

*two minutes later*

Jackal: damnit, where’d I park?

Foxy: you mean where you crashed?

Jackal: semantics, brother

Raffle: how do you lose a whole venator?

Pepper: skill, obviously

[letsunity]

The Lucky Batch ☘️

Adding another to the CF37 archives :D

Ballast narrowed his eyes, examining the strange scene before him.

“Are you two sure about this?” Thumbs questioned, excited but concerned at the same time. 

“Of course!” Foxy exclaimed, grinning like a madman. “We have to have a matching tattoo, it’s law!”

“No, it’s really not,” Raffle sighed, shaking his head. “Alas, I understand your wish to match. You are twins, after all.”

Pepper’s brown and green eyes wondered over his shoulder, watching Boots prepare his tattoo gun. Ryder hovered, eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. 

Cypher yawned, glancing at the scene at the back of the ship. Jackal leant back, smirking at the scene.

Foxy gritted his teeth as Master Kenhla Whiro began to ink his shoulder, using her future-sight thingy to mirror Boots. Pepper and Foxy breathed, holding hands through the sting.

As their skin was colourfully scarred, Luna decided that she wanted one as well. It’d be something light and sweet, as she hated the dark and spooky things. Or, as Ballast liked to say, Spoopy.

“You’re doing real good, Peps,” Ryder complimented, watching the lines come together. “Better than Foxy.”

“Bitch, nobody’s better than me!” Foxy yelled, forcing himself to sit still and not make a sound. Master Whiro chuckled, amused at his determination and competitiveness with Pepper.

Ballast wanted to be the one to tattoo, but everyone kept saying he’d blow them up. Preposterous, he’d only blow ONE of them up, not both. Ballast is brilliant with technology, even inky stuff.

Thumbs did his signature move, providing a thumbs-up for Foxy, who grit his teeth through the pain. 

The fact that they wanted to do it the old way made Raffle question many things. Why does he even bother questioning things? This lot are the definition of insanity, even their Jedi!

The only other person with a semblance of a brain cell is the homicidal gonk droid G00-S, or Goose as they’ve nicknamed him. 

Of all the things to call him, it had to be a demonic bird with teeth on its tongue.

Actually, no, that’s a fitting nickname for the little asshole.

“Nearly done boys,” Master Kenhla announced, sticking her tongue out the side of her mouth in concentration. “Looking beautiful, lads.”

Wanting to see the product, Jackal left the pilot seat (to the relief of everyone) to see how it was going. His mouth made an O shape, astounded by Boots’ talent with art.

“Dude, we should paint a snake on Pepper’s armour,” Jackal said, a light flickering in his empty head.

Pepper’s eyes watered, overjoyed at the mere prospect of having noodles on his armour.

While pondering, the gang heard a small bang. Luna ran to the noise, finding Ballast covered in smoke. From the looks of it, he was tinkering again.

Whatever he was tinkering with was now dead. 

Fortunately, the Vibemicide failed, though Goose found it funny. 

“I think I broke my wrist,” Ballast mumbled, mildly irritated by the situation. Raffle stared at the malformed injury, his stomach churning. 

“That sounds like a you problem, not a, like, me problem,” Pepper stated blandly, throwing a bunny sticker at his brother. “That’s my duty done.”

“Weird flex but okay,” Cypher hummed, getting a sticker thrown at his face.

“Say that again, and your knee cap privileges will be revoked,” Pepper said, turning back to Boots. “You’re doing great, sweetie.”

Boots beamed, glad that his work was appreciated. 

“Aww, it’s a little tooka,” Thumbs smiled, looking at Cypher’s new sticker. “That’ll look great on your pauldron!”

“Yo, give me one,” Master Whiro grinned, wanting a tooka sticker too.

How these guys were still alive, Captain Raffle had no idea.

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The tattoos

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My first addition :D, love you guys!