#CT-6545 Patch

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Shaky Hands

Overview: Clone cadet CT-6545 is recovering from a training accident that left him blinded in his right eye and struggling with his coordination and balance. 

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CT-6545 was trying to hold his blaster steady like the other cadets. He stuck his tongue out and scrunched his face up, trying to aim at the target. His injured eye ached when he scrunched up his face, but he needed to focus. Just hit the target. If I can just HIT it, I’ll be happy. “Come on, cadet, we don’t have all day!” the supervisor barked impatiently. CT-6545 flinched at the shout, then yelped when the blaster kicked back as a bolt flew into the air and hit halfway up the wall, nowhere near the target. “CT-6545!! What was that?!” “I-I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-“ “Do you realize what could happen if a wild shot goes off on the battlefield?!” “Y-Yes, sir, of course, I-“ “Go back to the barracks! You and I will talk later,” the supervisor growled. 

He had just been dismissed. Effectively kicked out of his first training session since his injury. Mustering what dignity he could, he turned and walked from the room, waiting until the door closed behind him before running down the hall, tears blurring his vision. A few voices called out to him, but he kept running, skidding around a corner and crashing headfirst into an armored body. The impact sent him sprawling with a cry of surprise and pain, his nose gushing blood as tears began pooling faster in his good eye and running down his face in a steady stream. “Woah! I’m sorry, kiddo!” The grown trooper crouched next to him and put a cloth under his nose to catch the blood. “Hey, don’t cry, kid. Here, let me take a look.” Sniffling and hiccuping, CT-6545 let the older clone tilt his head toward him. “It’s not broken, bud, you’ll be okay. Where were you going in such a hurry?”

”N-nowhere...” “What did you do to your eye? I didn’t hurt it worse did I?” The trooper put his hand on CT-6545’s shoulder. CT-6545 shook his head, staring down at the floor. He refused to lift his hands from where they were pressed to the metal because if he did, they would start shaking again. “Okay, kiddo. Do you want to go to the doctors and get your nose looked at?” CT-6545 shook his head again. The older clone’s hand squeezed his shoulder kindly. “Alright, why don’t I walk you back to your barracks? Can you tell me what one you’re in?” “Number f-four.” 

“That’s the one I was in when I was a cadet!” The trooper remarked with a grin. “Here, hold this to your nose, bud.” 

CT-6545 felt his heart rate pick up. If he sees my hands shaking, he probably won’t want to talk to me anymore. I’m broken, why would he want to be friends with a broken clone like me? Not wanting to get yelled at again, he reached up to take the cloth, but was stopped by a large hand leaving his shoulder and gently grasping his smaller one. “Kriff, kiddo, you’re shaking like you spent six hours outside in a rainstorm. I don’t think you should be walking around like this. Umm... here, do you think you can hold this to your nose? I’d do it for you, but I need both of my hands.” CT-6545 was going to ask why as he took the cloth, but the older clone scooped him up, making him yelp in surprise. “My name’s Jumpstart, by the way, but you can call me Jump. You got a name yet?” ”No. Just a number still,” CT-6545 mumbled miserably around the cloth as Jump stood up, cradling him like a baby. His hands were both shaking horribly now that he didn’t have anything to press them against or grab onto. “That’s nothing to be ashamed about. I didn’t get my name until I joined a squad,” Jump reassured him, glancing down with a warm smile. The smile morphed into a frown when he saw how badly CT-6545’s hands were shaking. “Maybe I should take you to the doctors, kiddo...” CT-6545 shook his head. “No, I d-don’t need to g-go to the doctors.” Sympathy mingled with the concern on Jump’s face. “I can stay with you while you’re there, if you want. That way, you’ve got a friendly face with you, right?” “They don’t like me,” CT-6545 whimpered. I’m pathetic and broken. They don’t like me. I’m not perfect and never will be, so they hate me. Ever since he woke up in a medical bed with a splitting headache and a bacta patch over his right eye, the Kaminoan doctors had acted extremely cold and resentful toward him, more so than they did toward other clones. The only kind face he saw while he spent a week in that room was Jedi General Shaak Ti. The Jedi helped him learn to navigate through the facility with his unsteady legs, teetering balance, and utter lack of coordination of his hands. It seemed like she never went far from his room while he was healing. He was jolted from his thoughts by the older clone speaking. 

“Well, they don’t know what they’re missing, then,” Jump replied confidently. “Trooper, is something wrong with that cadet?” General Shaak Ti’s voice asked, making Jump stop and turn around. Before Jump could respond, General Ti made eye contact with CT-6545. “Little one, what happened?” 

CT-6545 opened his mouth to tell the kind Togruta Jedi what happened, but only a pathetic squeak escaped before he started sobbing. Jump’s body tensed in concern, then CT-6545 felt a soft hand touch his face, which only made him cry harder. “Shhh... What happened?” General Ti repeated softly. Feeling a sense of calm that definitely wasn’t originating from him, CT-6545 calmed down enough to speak. “I c-can’t even hold a blaster... H-how can I b-be a soldier when I can’t safely hold or f-fire a blaster?” He tentatively pulled the cloth away from his nose, hoping it was done bleeding.

“...I see...” General Ti murmured. “Perhaps you don’t need to be a soldier. At least, not a standard trooper, no offense, Jumpstart.” 

“None taken, General,” Jump responded with a shrug. “How would you feel about training to be a medic?” General Ti suggested. CT-6545 sniffled and stared up at her. “I’m allowed to do that?” 

The Jedi smiled kindly. “I think we can make an exception in your case, little one. You would like to train as a medic, then?” “Yes, ma’am, if that’s okay.” 

General Ti nodded. “Why don’t you and I go find a class of medics to join? Can you walk now?” “I think so...” CT-6545 replied hesitantly. He wasn’t sure how his balance would be after getting so upset, but he didn’t want to make Jump carry him around the rest of the day. His hands were still shaking, so he knew his coordination would still be awful.  

Jump slowly set him on his feet, holding onto him in case he lost his balance or simply fell. The trooper tightened his grip a bit when CT-6545 wobbled unsteadily for a few seconds, grabbing at the strong arm around his chest to hold himself upright. “Steady, kiddo, I won’t let go until you’ve got yourself balanced.” After a bit of a struggle, he got himself balanced enough to step away from the older clone. “There ya go, bud. Good luck with medic training,” Jump said, smiling when CT-6545 turned to look at him. He doesn’t think I’m broken or a failure. He doesn’t think my shaky hands are weird. CT-6545 threw himself against Jump, hugging him. “Thank you,” he murmured so quietly that he wasn’t sure if Jump heard him. 

Returning the hug, Jump squeezed him gently. “Aw, don’t mention it, kiddo. I’m just glad you’re okay. Now go on. I’m sure I’ll see you around at some point.” With that, he nudged CT-6545 along. Taking one last look at Jump, CT-6545 turned and walked alongside General Ti, staying close like he had while regaining some semblance of balance. ”Thank you, General,” he said quietly. 

“You are quite welcome, little one,” the Jedi replied warmly. CT-6545 stood awkwardly next to General Ti as she explained his situation to one of the medical instructors. The instructor glanced down at him, smiled, then nodded at General Ti. “Yes, I believe we could accommodate him. I have one open spot in my class.” The instructor looked thoughtful. “Perhaps we can find a medication to calm the nerves in his hands to help with the shaking. It would be worth a shot, at least.” 

Medication to fix my hands? To stop them from shaking? Really?! He didn’t hear General Ti’s response, but he felt her hand nudging him forward. “Go ahead, little one. Get settled in. You know how to find me if you need me.” He didn’t know what to say to the cadets in his new class. The instructor, Sergeant Ysari, had taken him for some one-on-one teaching to help him get caught up to what the class was learning, which thankfully wasn’t horribly complex yet. Then he’d left him in the barracks with the rest of his new classmates, simply introducing him by his number, then leaving to let him settle in. Except he couldn’t settle in when he had no idea what to say to the seven other cadets. Apparently, the others didn’t know what to say to him either. Unless they just don’t like me... That thought brought the tremors back to his hands. I just barely got them to settle! I hate this! He looked down at the floor in embarrassment, his face getting hot. 

Footsteps made him look up to see a cadet standing in front of him grinning happily. The cadet’s hair was a complete disaster, sticking up all over the place as though he’d just rolled out of bed. “Hi! My name’s Volt! Those six moof-milkers are Dek, Ollie, Nexus, Helix, Red, and Winder.” The cadets waved awkwardly as their names were said. “Don’t worry, they aren’t actually this stand-offish. Come on, you can join in our game!” Volt grabbed CT-6545’s hands and practically dragged him over to the group. 

“Do you have a name yet?” The cadet named Helix asked, tilting his head curiously. Helix had short, chocolate brown hair instead of the usual black, and his nose was slightly crooked. CT-6545 shook his head after sitting unsteadily on the floor. “No, just my number.” 

“Well, you need a name,” Red remarked from where he was sprawled across his bunk. As his name suggested, Red had dark red hair that reached his ears. It was hard to tell if his hair was dyed or not. “Would you rather name yourself or can we give you ideas?” Helix questioned. “I don’t know. I haven’t really thought of a name for myself,” CT-6545 replied. The cadet named Dek spoke up from his spot on the floor. “Let Volt go first, he’s good with names.” Volt snorted. “Sure, put me on the spot, why don’t you.” He bounced his knee up and down as he sat cross-legged between CT-6545 and Winder, who had odd greenish-brown eyes instead of amber. “Umm... How about Patch? I mean, because of the-“ “My eye?” CT-6545 offered quietly. Great. Now they’re going to pick on me. “I get it if you don’t like that one. I can come up with other ideas, that was just the first thing to come to mind. I tend to go through a lot of names before the right one happens,” Volt said quickly. “No, wait!” Nexus stopped him from his bunk. “Not Patch because of his eye, but Patch because he filled the gap in our class! We were the only class without eight members, but he’s our eighth member!” 

“I like that,” Dek stated. “Me too,” Helix agreed. 

“It’s still totally up to you, though,” Volt reminded CT-6545. “It’s your name, so you should like it more than any of us.” After thinking for a moment, he smiled slightly. “No, I like Patch.” The cadets cheered happily, Ollie whooping loudly from the bunk above Nexus. 

“Welcome to the class, Patch!” Volt grinned. Warmth filled his chest as he smiled. For the first time since his injury, Patch felt like he fit in. 

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Hey I finally got around to drawing this guy digitally!!  It’s Volt’s best friend Patch! This guy is a huge sweetheart honestly. Patch didn't exactly have an easy time on Kamino, so unlike a lot of the clones, he doesn't really see it as home. He was originally going to be a standard trooper, but when he was the physical equivalent of 11 or 12, he was at training and a stray blaster bolt hit him just above his right eye. The Kaminoans wanted to simply kill him since he was either going to die, or likely end up losing his eye as well as have brain damage, but Master Shaak Ti refused to let them kill him. No one really knows how he didn't lose his eye, although it was still blinded by the injury. He spent weeks recovering enough to even walk around the room without falling down since his balance was so badly thrown off. He struggled with coordination as well as balance, and his hands were extremely shaky, especially when he got worried or upset. When he was well enough to continue training, he could barely hold a blaster steady. Scared and upset, he didn't know what to do until Shaak Ti suggested he train to be a medic. He wasn't sure how that would work since his hands were shaky, but he figured it couldn't hurt to try at this point. He joined a group of other medic cadets, who gave him his name. He became best friends with one of his fellow cadets named Volt, and Volt helped Patch come out of his shell a bit and not be so nervous. Shaak Ti, along with a few doctors, found a medication to help with Patch's shaky hands so they didn't interfere with whatever he was doing, so he was able to complete training as a medic.  Now, Patch is a medic for the 342nd battalion. He is kinda quiet until he warms up to people, but he's really sweet. He still struggles with minor balance issues occasionally, but he knows how to cope with it enough that it doesn't get in his way too much. His hands still get shaky when he's stressed out, but he still has his medication to help prevent it from getting too severe for him to continue working. He's still self-conscious about his shaky hands, but none of the troopers in his battalion will pick on him for it, especially with Commander Jax to answer to if someone does pick on Patch. Patch and Volt contact each other when they can, usually to rant about their Jedi Generals being reckless idiots since Patch has Nebula, who's a bit of a daredevil, and Volt has Obi-Wan Kenobi, who isn't exactly the most careful guy when it comes to his own safety. 

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Just a quick doodle of Patch being his adorable self-conscious self. He doesn't know how to take compliments without getting flustered, but he tries. I love this medic boy.

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Flash’s masterlist of clone OCs

Because your girl is bad at remembering things and will most definitely forget about at least one of my less-used boys, which would be sad, so here’s a list of them so I don’t forget anybody. More will be added as needed. 

Volt CT-6890 (212th battalion head medic)

He’s a spazzy boy off-duty, but on-duty he’s a strict, but also sweet medic. He survives off caffeine and sarcasm on long missions because Obi-Wan is so bad at staying in the kriffing medbay. He’s so done with Kenobi’s antics. Patch is his bestie despite the fact that they don’t see each other in person very often ever since they left Kamino. Mess with Volt’s patients and you will die. 

Patch CT-6545 (342nd battalion head medic) 

Really dark brown hair instead of black. Absolute sweetheart, but also anxious. Needs hugs. Blind in right eye due to a training accident as a cadet. Despite being sweet, he will beat you up if you deserve it. Thinks he’s not good enough to be a medic. He’s actually great, especially since his commander is a dumbbutt who gets captured and beat up a lot.  Jax CC-3421 (342nd battalion commander) 

Love cracking jokes to boost morale. Great strategist and cares about everyone, but also kind of a reckless idiot. He gets captured a lot. And tortured for information since he’s a commander. He’s got the scars to prove it too. Loves pissing off his interrogators, which never helps the situation, he just thinks it’s funny to make the Separatists mad. His General has to go rescue him a lot. Despite being reckless himself, he never takes unnecessary risks with his men. 

Ticker CT-5421 (212th battalion trooper) (new to my group so not a lot of info yet)

First deployment was the Ryloth mission, where he lost his left foot in the gutkurr attack. Also has a big bite scar on his right shoulder from the same attack. He’s kinda quiet, but great at fixing stuff since he’s got a new appreciation for mechanical things after he got his cybernetic foot. Talk to him about mechanical stuff and he’ll be your best friend.  Sej CT-3625 (212th battalion medic) 

A little older than Volt and Nexus, but was originally a standard trooper with just extra first-aid training. A severe injury permanently hindered his ability to run, so he’s mostly just in the medbay rather than out in the field. Volt and Nexus taught him more medical stuff while he was healing, so he’s now a medic despite not receiving official training. Has a slight limp, but he can run if necessary, it just hurts to do so. Absolutely refuses to set foot on Kamino since he doesn’t trust the Kaminoans not to do something to him for being kinda crippled. He’s terrified of being pulled from duty due to his injury, but everyone covers for him, including Cody and Obi-Wan. 

Nexus CT-6753 (212th battalion medic) 

Went through medic training with Volt and Patch (and a few other I mention below). A bit of a dork, but he means well. Finds alternate meanings to random words, which actually helps troopers find names for themselves. Gets lost in thought when he’s bored or doing a menial task like cleaning. 

Ollie CT-6391 (342nd battalion medic) 

Went through medic training as part Volt and Patch’s group. Has slight hearing loss, so can be a bit loud by accident when he’s excited. He talks in a really low voice while in the medbay to avoid scaring any of the injured troopers. He’s oddly good at understanding slurred/mumbled speech, but he’s really not sure why since his hearing isn’t great. Practice, maybe? Dek is his bestie and they are morons together. 

Dek CT-6637 (342nd battalion medic) 

Part of the “medic gang” (the same group as Volt, Patch, Ollie, and Nexus). Never far from Ollie unless absolutely necessary. He’s not anxious or anything, he just likes Ollie’s company. It’s normal for someone to overhear “hi, ugly” or “hello, moof-milker” when Dek and Ollie greet each other. 

Jumpstart CT-4733 (501st sergeant) 

Befriended cadet Patch after being crashed into in a hallway on Kamino. Older than Patch by quite a bit in clone standards. Got promoted to sergeant during the war. Honestly a sweet guy, and is super supportive of all his brothers. Doesn’t see Patch again until the rescue crew, which happens to consist of a portion of the 342nd battalion, finds him on Umbara. He was badly injured and left for dead by Krell. Definitely has PTSD from being left behind. Was super excited to see Patch again though.  Sunny CT-7246 (212th battalion trooper) 

Naturally blond baby. Absolute sweetheart of a clone who was a shiny during the invasion of Umbara. He lost his while squad during the invasion, and was so upset that he hid in a storage closet to cry until Volt found him. Sunny has become super close to Volt and is usually near him whenever he’s not busy. He’s a huge cuddle bug and is a little needy when it comes to physical affection, but no one really minds since he’s not annoying about it. He’s super sweet and pretty optimistic, which makes him come off as naive, but he’s not. Usually cries when he gets mad, but he doesn’t get mad often anyway. Has basically become an honorary member of the medic squad since he hangs around the medbay so much. 

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Just a sketch of Patch and Nebula on the run. This was a sketch of a Saving the Light AU concept (AU within an AU?) where Order 66 happens, but Patch isn’t affected due to his inhibitor chip basically being destroyed during the training accident that blinded his right eye. So, Patch and Nebula have to run to a hangar to escape the Republic ship the 342nd is on while every clone in the ship is trying to kill their Jedi General and by extension, Patch. 

Being a medic, the idea of even using stun mode on his blaster on his brothers is something absolutely unthinkable to Patch, but he’s not gonna let Nebula get killed if he can help it, so he does end up stunning a few of his brothers. 

Patch is badly wounded in the escape, but Nebula fixes him up enough to make it to a proper (and safe) medical facility. Once Patch is healed, he and Nebula go and start rescuing the other members of the 342nd and clones from other units, then they end up with their own rebel band of clones and one deadly winged lizard Jedi. 

I apologize for the poor quality, my dorm room has awful yellow lights that make pictures of drawings look weird.