#Captain Keeli

[eobe]

😎🤌🤌

Alpha-17: Attention, I need a shot that shows that my Clone Captains – even when less in count – can do more than compete with the Clone Commanders! Can you do that for me?

Rex (grabbing Howzer and Keeli): I feel quite confident with the Heroes of Ryloth, Sir!

Howzer (pulling Vaughn in scene): None of the Commanders dared black lips – we‘ll succeed, Sir!

Keeli (confused): Gregor, what are you doing??

Gregor (jumps in pose): More than the Commanders AND all of you! ✨

Alpha-17 (proud dad): That’s my boy!

I love all of them, vod 🥰🫶 Gregor is gregoring and as always I‘m in awe marvelling the detail work you do in your art, dear ✨🤩

Captains GGN Group Holo!

The captains at GGN weren’t about to be shown-up by the unruly group of commanders. They’re a smaller group, sure, but much better behaved!

Return of the Howzer-Jacket, and Keeli has apparently recovered from his unfortunate brain liquefaction after observing a certain Mikkian dancing. Look at proud-dad Rex! And Gregor……being Gregor. 💛😅

Original shy-Captain Vauhn design by @lonewolflupe! 🫶

(Alpha-17, the Mysterious Holographer, is distracted by the presence of certain other individuals and forgot to add notes to this holo! Maybe he’ll edit it later.)

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

[carbon-corrie]

Treat us with some Howzer? 🤠 (no pressure)

Forget accurate timelines, in this house we die like men.

[mother-of-lothcats]

knew i was born in the right generation when i discovered my tremendous love for every single clone in the grand army of the republic

[eobe]

First clone drawing! Captain Keeli appreciation. It was hard to catch the right moment to get his shave pattern. Absolutely underrated character in my opinion. Currently rewatching TCW and TBB.

[gamelpar]

clone commanders + emails

first batch | second batch

[the-pixel-lover-extravagant]

The lack of clone troopers pin ups is a full blown epidemic

[nchlsdmn]

Renders from Star Wars The Clone Wars Seasons 1-6

Credit to @ashanbhatoa on the Star Wars Archives Discord

[frostbitebakery]

Captain Keeli for @blackat-t7t

“Sunny with a chance of blaster bolts,” Keeli mutters to himself. “You karking asshole.”

“Show some respect to your superiors,” Cody’s voice rings from the comm in the data pad, all serious and oozing smug.

“Fuck off. Don’t you have a systems army to harass?”

“Inspection day, Captain. The longer I wait, the more they’re shaking in their boots.”

Fucking sadist with the regs. Keeli should try that one himself.

“Any day now, Keels.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let a man think, Star’s sake.” They should call this Words With Foes. At least there’s less bloodshed than when they all played One.

[ghostymarni]

Keeli witnessed the dancing mikkian ( @eobe ) and mandalorian; the captain couldn’t take his eyes off the hypnotic trance of turquoise

he found himself mindlessly wandering around them until he bumped into Fox, brooding in a corner for being dragged into a holoshot

“Fox’ika… do you see this?” the smitten captain announced

Fox was already watching; clenching his fist, watching the others watch the mandalorian move across the dance floor. He said nothing as he brought his death stick back to his lips, trying to hide his flustered reaction. Taking a long hit, he glanced at Keeli, who hadn’t taken his eyes off them since he approached him. Exhaling a sigh of smoke, blending into the fog within 79s, he rolled his shoulders back and walked off, “I need a drink, captain.”

@gargothnightzine

[wings-and-beskargam]

Captain Keeli joins the GAR Goth Night Party at 79s

I looked EVERYWHERE for this guy! He was seriously hard to find. I had to airlift his shebs from a Tatooine desert. Apparently everyone presumed he was KIA on Ryloth quite a few rotations back. Turns out he escaped (somehow…I’m not one to pry) and has been living feral with a wild herd of banthas.

Why did I go to this trouble, you may ask? Well, that’s simple. After Crosshair dragged Mayday away onto the dance floor, I found myself standing solo against the wall, consumed with enui and pondering the positive merits of companionship. It struck me (belatedly, to my shame), that our dearest Chaos Vod @eobe has done and continues to do a tremendous amount of work to ensure all the guests at this momentous event are enjoying themselves and have the pleasure of their favourite individuals for company except for herself. She needed a wing jetpack woman! Since I was presently uncoupled I was the ideal candidate.

So, through the magic of Mandalorian technology and an unseen montage, I slipped away, jetsnacked (respectfully) her favourite, still very alive - if somewhat smelly, Keeli and dragged him to 79s. After a sonic and wardrobe change of course. Apparently living with banthas for so long distorted his fashion sense - he's sporting a bantha-fur capelet and brought his own spotchka horn. I’m not judging.

Ni kar’taylir gar, ner vod! 🫶

Chaos Squad - @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe - Eo appreciation post! 🩵

@gargothnightzine

[tesalicious2]

Command Clone Currency

The clones are unpaid and therefore broke. They can’t really pay each other to do things since they have no money so they go for a new currency: favors

Now, the CTs don’t really do it the same as the Commanders because they have to be specific. They can’t return a favor between battalions quickly, due to fighting/locations/schedule. They’re at the whim of the war and pick and choose their repayment time.

The Comanders are different. They trade and barter like crazy. It’s favors with a few cases of alcohol. They can trade favors they are owed to others all the time, so anyone can cash it. They can pull the strings to get their payment quick.

For example, Cody needed a save from a small squad. He knew Delta was on planet doing some mission and he needed a detour but he had no connection or favor. However, Fox (for some reason) did. Cody offered a case of spotchka and a favor Monnk owed in return for having Delta do the detour. Delta owed fox one less favor, Cody owed no favors (which is the best outcome, since Fox WILL cash it) and Fox got something on Monnk and free (very expensive) spotchka.

Few CTs knew they did it this way, and the CT captains such as Rex and Keeli had to quickly adapt to this way of thinking. Rex made the mistake of owing Bacara before anyone told him. Keeli was lucky enough to meet the SpecOps CC Blackout, who clued him in on the difference but left him high and dry when it came to implementing his knowledge. (Keeli ended up owing Blackout two mini guns for his ‘friendly advice’)

Though, when times are tough and there is little time to barter, it is common to put off the payment until after the act is completed. Though many hate doing this as the trading can become unfair. What often happens is the party in need already has a deal prepared and states their need and their payment, it is hardly ever contested (however the helper may tack on another fee which is accepted or denied).

For example, Doom needed backup from Jet’s flame troopers. He quickly called, stated his need, and his payment of a case of charges. Jet had found the payment (though correct in price, unpractical for his squad) and changed it to half a case of fuel (easier for Doom to get a hold of and just as useful as charges to a Demolition team). Doom accepted the terms and Jet’s squad arrived right on time.

Though the bartering is mostly physical, many deal in the intangible. Perfect examples are all of the Coruscant Guard and the Special Operations teams. These are the only two groups who has everyone (including CT shinies) in on this system. They have the least to offer when it comes to normal ops, after all what GAR commander needs to know where a random Senator is going to be at what time or who slept with who. However, this trading info is perfect for the Guard who constantly works with/against (yay embezzlement and blackmail) these same Senators and for the SpecOps who need to know political climates and interpersonal relationships for recon and assassinations.

Most trading goes on between those two, and their prices are often higher since the missions are higher stake. Often Commando Squads are up for bids (who doesn’t want a four man 100% mission completion rate squad in their pocket), blackmail on natborn officers, republic secrets, senators schedules, crime syndicates favor and areas of interest, etc.

For the Guard, their trading goes further. They work with crime syndicates to keep it off the streets while keeping profit up. Those who do not work with them, go down. They’ve gain control of the lower 2000 levels through this and those who do not conform are forced to by the Guard or the citizens of the lower levels who don’t want to deal with the Guard, (peer pressure and bullying at its finest.)

The commanders learned this from watching the Cuy’val Dar, who would often trade on Kamino. The Alphas picked it up and used it but the CCs truly made it valuable beyond belief. The trainers traded for free shifts and booze, the CCs traded for mission successes and heavy artillery.

Many CTs attempt to learn how this system works. However, as few know it’s different, even fewer see the affects; those that do, know well enough to leave it be.

Despite there being no real difference in intelligence between the CCs and CTs, witnessing the speed and weight of the trades, makes even the Jedi’s head spin.

The Padawans are one of the few outsiders to see it in action. They do not really like it, but many pick it up for lesser trades (help with this paper or answers for this homework). Cal Kestis surprisingly picks it up the best. He’s the youngest so very impressionable, eager to learn, his CC Commander Steel, is very good at it, and Steel is possibly the only one to teach their General’s Padawan.

Steel sees that Cal isn’t going to be on the field much (Steel agrees with this and makes sure he stays on the Venator). So, if Cal ever needs help, he knows how to get it. Steel has made him be present for several trades and even made him come up with theoretical ones. Cal becomes very good at it, but is unable to flex his skills much due to the other Padawans unable to match his speed or skill. They are several years older, see it as in-Jedi like or are bad at it (or their Captains are bad at it and can’t teach them well), their concept of value is off (Jedi don’t often put a price on things and those that do have a habit of underselling due to being nice), and/or they do not know the range of what can be traded.

It’s very personal, with different Commanders wanting different things. Knowing who wants what can often make the payment cheaper for the offering party.

For example, the Marines often need heavy snow gear and blankets. So, offering a box of heating blankets in return for a case of bacta and blaster packs. This is a much better deal than offering a case of mini guns for the bacta and blaster packs. In the second case, Bacara may say no the mini guns or want a case of something else along with the mini guns.

[craziest-in-the-guild]

@pinkiemme drew this beautiful piece I commissioned 😍 I’m obsessed

[eobe]

Ahem, folks. I started with a Captain Keeli drawing on 3rd of September 2024 – 0 Follower – and now:

100 FOLLOWER Celebration 🥰

🤩 Uh, you���re awesome!? Thank youuuuu! ✨🙏🏼

I‘d like to appreciate you, your loving support and all the good vibes with a brand new artwork of our most stylish clone Captain Keeli again! Enjoy, he‘s directly looking into your soul, proud of you all 👀

[w31rd0-art1st]

Ghost(oc) and the rest of the command batch(plus their adopted captains) as cadets.

Ghost: Kote, why do you have two soaking wet cadets..?

Kote, who is also soaking wet, holding both Keeli's and Rex's hands: they fell in the ocean.

Ghost: and you're soaked because..?

Kote: I jumped in to the save them.

Ghost: I see.

Ghost, picking up both Keeli and Rex: you poor things, don't worry I'll get you all dried off and warmed up.

Kote: what about me..?

Ghost: there's towels in the 'fresher.

Kote: ...

Wolffe: ...what just happened?

Fox: he, he just left Kote to get his own towel-

Bly: oh my stars... we've been replaced!

Gree: Kote! What have you done?!

Kote: i-i don't know-

Bacara: you should've just let them drown!

Rex, holding Keeli's hand in the middle of the night: Ori'vod, Keeli threw up..

Ghost, sitting up in bed: okay. I'll be there here in a minute.

Alpha-17: ...Ghost, what do you have?

Ghost, who has Rex on his back and is holding Keeli in one arm and a drink in the other: a nutri-smoothie.

Literally all the CCs+CTs (minus Ghost) fighting over something stupid in the barracks.

Ghost: ...

Ghost: SHUT THE KARK UP OR I SWEAR TO GOD

Kote: ...

Wolffe: oh no...

Rex: ... We're dead.

Bacara: I know I don't show it but I love you all.

Ghost, walking back into the barracks: how've my wonderful, strong, brave Kih'vode been while I was doing my stealth training?

Fox: we've been gre-

Ghost: I wasn't talking to you.

Rex & Keeli in unison: Ori'vod!

Ghost: Rex'ika! Keel'ika! My sweet Kih'vode, I missed you!

Fox: ...

Fox: this is your fault.

Kote: I know.

Fox: I used to be his 'precious Kih'vod'...

Kote: I know, Fox.

Fox: but you just had to ruin it.

Kote: (sigh) ...I know.

Jango: uhh, what's going on...?

Ghost, standing completely unfazed as Wolffe bites his right arm and Fox bites his left leg to the point they're drawing blood, Bacara is desperately trying to push Ghost over with the help of Gree, and Cody, Rex, Keeli, and Bly watch from the side.

Alpha-17: training.

Jango: uh-huh..

Alpha-17: don't worry, Ghost is fine.

Jango: why's he just standing like that?

Alpha-17: he's reached the stage where he's questioning the point of life. We're just clones that were made for one purpose and one purpose only. We're made to fight and eventually die, that's all we're good for.

Jango: ...

Alpha-17: don't worry it's normal. He'll get over it in a few days... Probably.

Jango: what?

Alpha-17: nothing.

Ghost, face planting on the floor: ughhhhhh

Kote: you good?

Ghost: nooooo

Wolffe: okay..

Rex, pulling over a blanket and pillow before flopping beside Ghost: cuddle time.

Keeli, joining in with his own pillow and blanket: cuddle time.

Bly: you heard them, cuddle time.

Ghost, muffled by the fact he is still face down on the floor: ... thank you.

Gree: and then-

Ghost: what are you talking about?

Gree: AHHHHHHH

kote: HOLY KARK!

Wolffe: WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!??

Ghost, grinning: you'll never know.

Wolffe: AHHHHHHHH

Please let me know if you'd like more :3

Btw sorry if any characters seem out of character, I don't know much about Gree/Bacara specifically.

[qalanthe]

Keeli without his bucket 🤲

Ask and you shall receive 😌 if lucasfilm let him live he would’ve become too powerful

Clone trooper art requests are open,,,,, pls give me requests they fuel me

[blackkatmagic]

Mace Windu?

“Captain,” Mace says, and when Keeli turns, he inclines his head in greeting, refusing to let the usual flicker of caution stop him as he advances across the space set aside as a makeshift sparring ring. Ryloth’s red dust is a thick coating over everything, turning the white parts of Keeli's armor to rust and giving his hair even more of a red cast than usual, and Mace can feel his surprise, his concern, his wariness.

Not unexpected, given that Mace hasn’t had a chance to visit since droids ambushed Keeli's party, and it was only Mace's last-minute intervention that saved them. With Ima Gun-Di being taken to New Holstice for treatment, that means Keeli and his men are now under Mace's direct command, and Ponds brought Mace plenty of whispers about the whole company being terrified of being sent back to Kamino for decommissioning or reeducation.

Mace would be offended that any clone could assume he would do such a thing, but—it speaks volumes as to the clones’ situation and their servitude to the Republic.

There's very little Mace values the way he values the Republic, but at this point in the war, that bedrock faith is cracking, tarnished, and the way the clones exist is the entire reason as to why.

“General Windu,” Keeli says promptly, snapping to attention. He’s stripped down to just the lower half of his armor, skin bare and slicked with sweat, breath coming quick, and Mace can feel the wash of prickling self-awareness, bordering on embarrassment as he hesitates.

Nothing in Mace is capable of leaving Keeli to squirm, even for a moment, no matter how uncertain he is about his offer being accepted. He nods, waving Keeli out of his stiff attention, and says, “At ease, Captain. I wanted to make sure that you and the rest of the men were settling in.”

That doesn’t ease the wariness, but Keeli nods, mouth pulling into the start of a grimace. “We’re fine, sir. Just a couple of minor injuries, but everyone should be on their feet in a few days.�� He hesitates, just for a second, and then says a little stiffly, “If you're going to transfer us back behind the lines, sir, I can assure you, an incident like before won't happen again—”

Mace raises a hand, stopping the words. “I know,” he says evenly, and meets Keeli's eyes. “You weren’t able to spot the ambush in time to avoid it last time. I want to make sure that next time, you can.”

There's a moment of outright alarm that’s blunted by anger, and Keeli says, “Sir, if you're sending us back for reconditioning—”

Mace shakes his head, takes a step closer. “I'm not,” he says plainly. “Close your eyes.”

“Sir?” Keeli asks in confusion, but he does so regardless of his concern, standing stiff and uncertain in the heavy sunlight.

Considering him for a moment, Mace tips his head, breathes out. He trained Depa, helped train Quinlan, helped train A'Sharad. This is hardly the first time he’s offered lessons to someone who could use them.

It’s the first time he’s made such an offer to a man who might not believe he’s able to say no, though.

“Commander Ponds tells me that you're an excellent earthbender,” he says steadily, and then, “I want to put my hand on your shoulder, and share the way I see the world, mind to mind. Do I have your permission?”

“Of course, sir,” Keeli says, bemused. “Do I need to do anything?”

“No, just pay attention.” Mace closes his own eyes, breathes out, reaches as he shifts his feet. Feels the twitch Keeli gives at the foreign sensation of another mind alongside his, and then—

An inhale, sharp, and then an equally sharp surge of something that Mace can only identify as fascination.

“Sir, what is that?” Keeli asks, intent, and shifts, dragging one foot along the ground. Mace shares how it feels in his carefully tuned senses, the ripples that run through the earth, the way it shifts the image in his mind. Doesn’t answer, but watches Keeli's face, and—

He’s been watching Keeli since well before the mission went south. That same edge of hunger right beneath his even expression is still there, almost hidden but not quite, as he takes in the ripples spreading outward.

All the clones are hungry to learn what they can about bending, beyond the absolute basics the Kaminoans and the Mandalorian trainers drilled into them. Mace has seen it in practically every clone, but Keeli's want is even sharper, even greater. Every time he earthbends, every time Mace sees him across the practice field, he can sense Keeli's focus, see his grace and grit as he pushes himself further.

The thought of teaching him this arose before, but Mace is viciously aware of just how any advance, any suggestion, could be taken when Keeli doesn’t believe he can say no, and he hadn’t wanted to press.

And then, startled, Keeli opens his eyes, looks straight at Mace. “Vibrations,” he says with surprise. “You’re feeling the vibrations through the earth? With your bending?”

Mace can't help the faint pull of a smile. Teaching quick students is always the most rewarding task, and enjoyable. “Indeed. We don’t have much time before our orders come in, but I can teach you if you’d like to learn.”

“Yes,” Keeli says, almost before Mace can get the words out, and then coughs, sheepishly drawing back and rubbing at the back of his neck. “I mean. Yes sir, I’d like that. If you think I can manage.”

“I do,” Mace says steadily, and catches his gaze squarely. “You understood what I was doing with no context beyond your own bending. Ponds was right to call you impressive.”

Keeli scoffs, looking away, and—that sense of embarrassment twists up with pleasure in a way that hooks itself into Mace's ribs. “Ponds is a waterbender. He wouldn’t know a good earthbender if they dropped a rock on his thick skull.”

Mace hides his amusement. “I’ll have to tell him you said as much,” he says gravely, and when Keeli's eyes widen in alarm, he snorts. “A joke, Captain. Though I think Ponds would take it as a compliment.”

Keeli rolls his eyes, the tips of his ears flushed. “That’s not proving me wrong,” he says, and steps back, turns to scan the ring. “We should have time right now if you're not doing anything better—Sir!”

Mace pauses, halfway through unbolting his robes, and raises a brow.

Keeli stares at him for a moment, looking a little like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming train—

The earth shivers, rises like the start of a wave right beneath Keeli's feet as he yelps, but Mace has seen this particular trick too many times to fall for it, and slams the roll of stone back down with a sharp gesture. Turns, levels a speaking look across the camp, and pins Depa with a wholly unimpressed stare.

Undeterred as ever, Depa waves cheerfully, then ducks out of sight behind a tent, though Mace isn't foolish enough to think that that’s anywhere close to the end of her little matchmaking attempt.

This is going to be a long training session, it seems. And Keeli's grin, half-hidden behind one hand, isn't doing anything to make it easier.