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Tivaevae | Chapter Four: Reverse Appliqué

Still struggling to emotionally recover from Master Obi-Wan's deception, Ahsoka discovers in the aftermath that twelve-year-old Boba Fett has been locked up among adults in the Republic Judiciary Central Detention Center. After convincing Chancellor Palpatine to grant him a pardon, she manages to secure his release on the condition that she serve as his legal guardian. Now, with the help of Master Plo and the Wolfpack, she vows to help him track down what family he has left.

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Fandom: Star Wars Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Boba Fett, Plo Koon, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Kanan Jarrus, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CC-1119 | Appo, Dexter Jettster, FLO | WA-7 (Star Wars), Shaak Ti, ARC Commander Blitz (Star Wars), CT-6922 | Dogma, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), CC-3636 | Wolffe, Clone Trooper Sinker (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Comet (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody, CT-5597 | Jesse, CT-4860 | Boost, Aurra Sing, Tobias Beckett, Null-11 | Ordo Skirata, Kal Skirata, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Original Droid Characters (Star Wars), Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars) Total Word Count: 123,000 Chapter Word Count: 7,979 Chapter Summary: Boba prepares to go to Kamino, Rex and Cody meet Taarak, and Ahsoka tries to bond with her new charge.

The rec room was quiet except for the gentle, achingly familiar snoring coming from the clones and an alien rumble coming from Tano that reminded Boba of an old speeder engine that needed white grease on the char scrubbers. He laid there quietly and just listened. It was still early, and there had been a stampede of troopers into the bunks a few hours ago. Some were milling around being loud, still drunk from their night out and in search of food. Several times the rec room door had opened until Tiarek had finally gotten up and locked it, then there was a procession of identical men squinting through the transparasteel window that would nod when they saw a pile of sheets and pillows on the floor and move on.

Someone down the hall was singing loud and off-key. "Fives," Tano mumbled, raising her big head from where it'd been pillowed on Jesse's chest. Her face was all squished and creased on the side that she'd been laying on. "Shut up, par shab'jorbe."

Boba flexed his toes and wiggled his fingers. Despite the noise, or maybe because of it he'd slept like a rock, and it felt like he hadn't moved a muscle in hours. Robert had become trapped underneath him at some point and his duro-plastic eye was poking into Boba's ribs.

Tano sat up with a struggle and yawned loudly. "Gotta pee," she said sleepily, creeping out of the fort and towards the door on all fours. "Be right back. Stay, Boba."

"Mmph." He put his head back on Tiarek's chest and closed his eyes. He didn't want to get up. It'd been so long that he'd almost forgotten what it felt like to wake up warm and safe.

" –in the morning and I step outside, and I take a deep breath and– oh hey, Commander! How'd–" The door slid shut and cut off the rest of whatever Fives was going to say, but there was a muffled yelp and a thump.

Tiarek snorted underneath him. Boba opened his eyes and saw he was looking back, smiling. "Morning." He patted Boba on the back. "Sleep alright?"

Boba hadn't slept so well since before he'd left Kamino. "Mm."

Tiarek chuckled. "Good."

"Nnnnng." Boba curled up a little tighter in a ball.

Kix at his back yawned and stretched. "Time?" he asked drowsily.

Tiarek glanced at the chrono above the door. "Oh-five-twenty." He scratched Boba's scalp gently with his fingers. "We should get up. You leave at oh-six."

"No," Boba mumbled.

"Yes. Come on." With a groan, Tiarek sat up and brought Boba with him like he was a reluctant tooka refusing to abandon an old woman's lap. "Big day."

"I don't wanna go to Kamino." Boba slid back down and stretched along Kix's back. The medic let out a sleepy chuckle.

"Yeah, I don't blame you." Tiarek patted his leg sympathetically. "Just stick with Ahsoka. She'll bite any longneck that tries to touch you."

Tup snickered. "She'll bite 'em just because. She's not too fond of the kaminiise."

"Why?" Boba asked.

"She, ah…" Tup sat up, his hair falling neatly around his face. Boba had to wonder how he got it to do that. Even though his hair had never been as long as Tup's, when he still had some it had always looked like a bird's nest when he woke up. "She doesn't like how they consider us products."

"She really doesn't," Kix snickered. "Don't get her started on the non-sentient thing either, unless you want to hear her cuss in every language she knows. Shyriiwook included."

"She speaks Shyriiwook?" Boba almost laughed.

"Yep."

"And if you do anything to get her in trouble while you're at Kamino, cyar'solus, it's not the longnecks you'll need to be afraid of." Jesse's eyes opened and he glared right at Boba.

"Jesse–" Tiarek growled.

"I don't care if he's–" Jesse began heatedly, but was interrupted by the door sliding open.

Ahsoka walked back in, yawning and stretching and holding a brown paper bag with handles. "Wolffe was just here. Plo got these for you." She tossed the bag down at the entrance of the fort and put her hands on her hips. "Now what could have possibly happened in the ninety seconds that I was gone to make this room so damn red?"

"Red?" Boba asked, confused.

"Don't worry about it, Commander," Jesse replied. He scooted out of the fort, got to his feet, then kissed her on the forehead. "Good luck at Tipoca City. Watch your back."

"Will do," she said, and watched him leave with a frown.

Kix gave Boba a pat and then crawled out after Tiarek. "Nice meeting you, squirt. Don't break any more ribs."

Boba's cheeks reddened and he dug through the bag Tano had dropped. Inside were a pair of black canvas pants with loads of pockets, a matching jacket, gray leather boots, and a soft blue tunic that matched Tiarek's battalion colors. He tried not to smile. He was glad he wasn't going to have to keep wearing the dumb cadet blues.

"I'll meet you in the hangar," Tano said, then glanced at Tiarek. "I'm gonna go talk to Jesse, quick, okay?"

Tiarek nodded. "Good luck," he intoned, smiling softly.

Boba glanced between the two. Were they fucking or not? They certainly gave each other a lot of lingering looks for people who weren't fucking.

Aurra had never looked at him like that, he realized. There was a dull ache in his chest that felt like jealousy.

"Well, get dressed," Tiarek yawned. "I'll go kit up. You too, Private, PT starts at seven."

"For the record, I volunteered to come," Tup smiled at him before crawling out of the fort.

Boba watched him leave and then shook out his new clothing. "So you and Tano," he said casually. "That a secret? You could have told me, I'm not a snitch."

"Wh– no, Boba." Tiarek crossed his arms, rolled his eyes and turned pink. "It's not like that with us. She's my vod'ika and my commanding officer. I've known her since she was fourteen, and–"

"And you were what, eleven?" Boba shucked his blues and hopped into his new pants.

"Ten," Tiarek said dryly. "Not relevant. That's not how it works with us, you know that. Our brains grow just as fast as the rest of us."

From somewhere nearby came the sound of a crash, hysterical laughter, screaming, and then rapid thumping as someone hoofed it at top speed past the rec room; it was closely followed by muffled cursing and a demand to give it back shabuir!

Boba rolled his eyes and kept dressing. " 'Kay."

"If I go kit up while you're wasting time, will you run off?" Tiarek asked. His cheeks were getting darker by the second.

"And miss breakfast?" Boba reclined back in the pillow fort, fully dressed.

Tiarek smiled. "Be right back." The door slid shut behind him. He didn't lock it.

Boba considered his options. He had a fresh set of clothing, no supervision, and plenty of gear he could steal and pawn for a quick buck to get off-world. He could head to Eburnea, Shaddy was probably still guarding the backrooms of that Neimodian restaurant. Grab a fake ID from the lower levels, hold onto a deece… it'd be easier than skinning a womprat.

These Jedi trusted too easily. He'd played along with them for less than a day and they thought they had him domesticated. Tiarek, though, would never forgive him for–

Boba sat up with a jolt as he remembered. He couldn't run. Going to Kamino was his last chance of getting it back.

"Boba!" Dad called from the cargo hold. "Boba, where's my lockbox?"

"The lockbox?" Boba swallowed hard. "You didn't say–"

"What?" Dad looked up the ladder at him. "You forgot it?"

"I'm not supposed to touch it," Boba said, eyes wide. "You said never to–"

"I said to grab our things!" Dad roared. He kicked the ladder with his beskar boot and the whole thing rang like a bell. "What is wrong with you? Why would you leave it?"

He'd been so caught up in his quest to kill Windu that he had forgotten to even look the last time he was there. If Tiarek said that he could trust Tano to not sign him over to the longnecks then he'd just have to trust her. It was his last chance to get that lockbox. If he got it, maybe he could show Tiarek and he'd remember him again.

Plus, he kind of wanted to see Tano bite a longneck. He'd heard stories about Tog venom. She could tell him if it was really just a myth.

He laid back down and pulled Robert under one arm. He'd missed his window if he was going to run. He was just going to have to see this through.

"Ready to get going?" Tiarek asked, poking his head around the door. The angle of his head caught the light just right and made the scar on his chin shine.

Boba swallowed hard and looked at Robert. "I guess."

Boba avoided the stares of the clones they passed on the way to the hangar. When he'd been sprinting through the halls yesterday, most of them had assumed he was just a cadet. They all knew exactly who he was, now, and most of them looked at him the same way that Jesse did.

Tiarek didn't give a damn. He kept a hand on Boba's shoulder and met the eyes of every man who threw a glare at him. Koon, Tano and a quartet of clones in gray armor were waiting for them in the hangar. They weren't alone, there was a bald Jedi with horrible razor rash and bloodshot eyes standing near them.

It took him a solid five seconds to recognize that it was fucking Kenobi without the beard.

"Boba." The bastard gave him a short bow and a simpering smile. "I'm glad to see that you're alright. I'm terribly sorry for not acting immediately to ensure your release."

Tano had that pinched look on her face again and her rear lek was wiggling back and forth like a tooka's tail right before it pounced. Boba remembered an old Togruta merc Dad had told him about once. The man ate raw meat, liked to play games with his bounties while he hunted them, and had a habit of pissing on people's boots to 'claim' them. He'd laughed and said that the only real difference between him and a tooka were the feet.

From what he'd overheard at the diner, Kenobi had pulled some shit that devastated both her and Skywalker on an undercover mission. She probably wouldn't be too mad if he socked the fucker in the nuts, but Tiarek's hand was very heavy on his shoulder.

"Well, we need to stay on schedule," Tano said, like they weren't still twenty minutes away from their departure slot. "Thank you for seeing us off, Master Kenobi."

"Now wait just a moment, Padawan Tano," he replied with narrowed eyes. "Did you obtain permission from your Master to travel off-world?"

Tano glared at him. "I am under the direct supervision of Master Plo."

"That's not what I asked," Kenobi smirked. "Did you obtain permission from Master Skywalker to escort Boba Fett to Kamino?"

"No," she answered shortly.

"You are not allowed to leave the planet without it." Kenobi crossed his arms.

"Master Kenobi, is this really necessary?" Koon asked wearily.

"I'm simply abiding by the guidelines of the Order, Master," Kenobi said in a smarmy voice that made Boba want to kick him in the kneecaps.

"Are you now?" Tano nearly spat at him.

"Yes, dear." Kenobi smiled, and it wasn't nice. "After all, it is my responsibility to prevent egregious harm from befalling any child of the Order."

"Fine." Tano pulled her commlink up and dialed a frequency.

Kenobi snorted. "Oh good luck, he's ignor–"

"Hey Snips, what's wrong?"

Kenobi looked offended.

"Hi, Master," she said sunnily. "Nothing's wrong. Can I go to Kamino with Master Plo? We won't be long."

"Yeah, sure– ow, ayi, Taarak! Palibe kuluma!"

"Thanks, Master. See you in a few days."

"Now wait just a–" Kenobi began angrily, but Tano had already closed the channel. "Ahsoka!"

"He was busy, Master Kenobi!" Tano said innocently. "We really must be going. Thank you again for seeing us off."

"You're not going anywhere until I speak to you about your attitude," Kenobi snapped. He reached for her left arm but she was too fast and spun it out of reach.

"Don't," she said, ice cold.

Boba narrowed his eyes. "Hey, fuckface," he interrupted. He didn't like whatever power play was going on here. Tano was too nice for her own good, she didn't deserve to be jerked around. "You know they make creams for that, right?" He pointed at the bastard's bright red scalp with his lips.

Kenobi's mouth dropped open.

"Boba, please don't swear at Master Kenobi," Tano squeaked, trying not to laugh.

Tiarek squeezed Boba's shoulder threateningly. "Stop," he said in a low voice.

"I've got fucking freedom of fucking speech, remember?" Boba asked blithely. "We're leaving, Kenobi. Fuck off."

Kenobi looked like he was about to have a heart attack. "Now see here, young man–" he began heatedly.

"Go find a tree to scratch your clappy head on, cunt," Boba said casually.

Tano's eyes bulged and she slapped a hand over her mouth a second too late to cover her shriek of laughter.

"Boba!" Tiarek barked. "Do not speak to General Kenobi like that. Apologize."

Boba smiled. "Sorry your head looks like–"

"Boba!" Tiarek hissed.

"What, I said sorry!"

"Enough," Koon boomed in an unexpectedly loud voice. He strode over and rested his hands on Tano and Kenobi's shoulders, then looked at Boba. "Boba, as a ward of the Republic you do indeed have freedom of speech. This freedom does not mean that others are obligated to accept abuse without question, or even to listen to you. It means that you cannot be arrested for it." He turned to look at the walking collection of ingrown hairs. "Master Kenobi, Ahsoka has obtained permission from her Master to travel and we will be taking off momentarily. There is no valid reason for her to remain. The two of you may speak upon her return."

Koon gave Kenobi's shoulder a squeeze and he looked down. "Safe travels, Padawan," Kenobi said finally, backing up out of Koon's grip. "I hope you find what you seek. May the Force be with you."

Tano looked like she wanted to cry. She stared at her feet. "And you, Master," she mumbled.

"Go ahead and say your goodbyes, young man," Koon said over his shoulder, walking back to the fueling station.

"Come here, you little stinker." Tiarek spun him around and lifted him into a big wampa hug. "Behave. Please."

"Fine," Boba grouched while hugging him back, maybe a little too hard. "You sure you can't come with us?"

"You don't need me." Tiarek set him down and smiled. "Just trust my vod'ika. She'll take care of you."

Boba eyed the Tog wringing her hands. "If you say so," he said dubiously.

"I do." He reached over and pulled Tano into a one-armed hug. "No walking off with any tubies on Kamino, littl'un. Longnecks don't appreciate shoplifting."

Tano snickered and rubbed her lek on his cheek. "Buzzkill."

"But if you get a chance…" Tiarek hesitated.

Tano gave him a sad smile. "I'll try. I doubt they'll let me, but I promise I'll try."

"Try what?" Boba asked.

They exchanged looks. "Just tell him we haven't forgotten," Tiarek said quietly, then ran his hand over Boba's stubble. "No running off, you."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Oh!" Tano pulled Tiarek's head to her mouth and whispered something in his ear.

He flushed. "It's a flower from Mandalore. It's slang for blond." he mumbled.

Boba looked at his new boots so Tiarek wouldn't see the hurt look in his eyes.

"Ah." Tano gave Tiarek a gentle hip check before walking Boba up the docking ramp. "Come on, help me find Plo's box of nerf jerky," she said with a bright smile that didn't reach her eyes. "If Wolffe finds it first, it'll be gone before we hit the Rishi maze."

Rex remembered the day he discovered his General's secret marriage like it was yesterday. He'd been invited to meet Skywalker in the small, unfinished lounge that served as his personal meditation room at 1100 for his post-mission debrief since it involved a higher level of clearance. The room wasn't off limits by any means, but Skywalker and Ahsoka reserved the right to kick anyone out for a bit of peace and quiet. The problem was that it was early in the war and they were still getting to know each other. He hadn't known yet that his Jedi had the short-term memory of a Mon Cala polar oyster.

Now, of course, he knew Skywalker well enough to never walk into even a public room that he'd been alone in without knocking first and giving him at least ten seconds to pull his pants up and end his holocall with Senator Amidala. It would be a lesson that he would never forget, despite his best efforts.

The trauma that his naivete had inflicted had come with a distinct upside for the 501st, though; the patronage of an independently wealthy former Queen. At first it'd been higher quality rations from Karlinus, then little gift boxes of sweets and games, but she'd escalated into full-on bribery. They had holos and games from all over the damn galaxy, junk food from planets Rex had never heard of, and best of all, beer. And not the cheap stuff, they got craft osik shipped straight from Naboo. He had to assume that it was to ensure that even if he opened his mouth and blabbed up the chain of command, the rest of the boys would be so endeared to the Senator that they'd side with her.

That wasn't how it worked, obviously, but Rex wasn't about to tell her that.

"So." Cody popped open the bottle of Blue Veruna that Rex had brought over after Ahsoka had left with Boba and the Wolfpack, then plopped down next to him on the stupidest piece of furniture that had ever been designed; another gift from the Senator, a neon-orange sofa that felt like a cloud but looked like it had hemorrhoids. "I need to talk to you about something… sensitive."

Rex narrowed his eyes. "Sensitive how?" he asked, taking a suspicious swig of his own drink.

"About Skywalker and Ahsoka." Cody looked uncomfortable, and Rex really didn't like how his ori'vod had phrased that.

"Spit it out, Codes." If he was about to imply something untoward then Rex needed to set him straight as soon as possible. Shabla haran, it seemed like the kid couldn't so much as sneeze in a man's direction nowadays without being accused of doing something else with him. It stung, coming from Cody.

"Well, I know his teaching style is a little…" Cody hesitated. "Unorthodox. But has he ever–"

" –not the point, Obi-Wan! You never listen to what people are actually saying to you without planning on how you're going to make them feel like an idiot the whole time they're speaking!"

They looked at each other, stunned at the unexpected sound of an angry General Skywalker.

"When did he get back?" Rex asked, overlapping Cody's bewildered "Why is he here?"

"I'm at my limit, Padawan, I really am. I have never been disrespected like this over and over again, in public no less!"

"Oh please, Ahsoka's being formal with you and not letting you scratch her head, cry me a river."

"Don't minimize what she's really doing!"

Skywalker stormed into the officer's lounge with a ruddy orange Togruta toddler on his hip and an even ruddier Kenobi practically foaming at the mouth right behind him. "Watch him for a minute, he's getting upset by all of the yelling," Skywalker growled, "Which I don't see stopping since somebody won't leave me the hell alone." He handed Rex the toddler, threw a leather satchel that had been converted into a diaper bag on the couch beside him, then stormed out with Kenobi still sputtering.

"Uh–" Rex held the blinking kit like an expensive vase. "Sir, I–"

"She said egregious, Anakin, do you know how humiliating it is to be accused of egregious child abuse in front of–" their voices died off as they made it down the hall.

"Well then." Cody took another swig. "Looks like Skywalker's back."

"Cody, what do I do," Rex asked, his voice getting higher. "He's… he's tiny."

The kid's lip began to quiver.

"Cody, please," Rex said faintly.

"Give him here." Cody put his beer down, took the toddler from Rex and cuddled him against his chest. "It's a baby, not a bomb, calm down."

"It's a baby jetii," Rex said, relieved. He took a swig from his own beer to calm down.

"Yeah, and?" Cody rubbed the kid's back. "Udesii, ad'ika, you're alright. No tears. Skywalker will be right back."

The Togruta whimpered and snuggled against Cody's chest. He looked up from under his lashes at Rex.

"Hi, ad'ika," Rex said hesitantly, waving his finger at him.

The toddler broke out into a tiny, needle-fanged smile, revealing a deep set of dimples."Hi," he squeaked. "Hi. Hihihi."

"There we go." Cody smirked at Rex. "Since when are you scared of babies? I distinctly remember you carrying tubies around by the head."

"I'm not scared," Rex said defensively, "I just don't… It's a Togruta baby. I don't know how delicate they are."

"They're more durable than humans." Cody rolled his eyes and gently patted the kid's montral nubs. "They come with a built-in helmet, remember? I'd think that you'd be used to baby Togrutas anyway."

Rex snorted. "Ahsoka isn't a baby."

"Debatable."

Rex frowned. "What were you asking about before?"

Cody looked uncomfortable again. "Has Skywalker ever…" he paused. "Hurt her? When he was in a mood?"

Rex burst into shocked laughter. Was he insane? Skywalker adored his Padawan. "No," he wheezed. "I mean, the stunners were hard on her at first and he's flipped her rough a few times when sparring, but he would never hurt her, not on purpose. Not unless it was absolutely necessary for training. And if he did it accidentally, he'd beat himself up over it and carry her like a baby to the medbay if he didn't just heal it himself."

"Has he taken her to the medbay lately?" Cody bounced the kid on his lap, who had started to purr.

Rex's grin faltered. "Why are you asking me this?" he asked with an uneasy, tight feeling in his chest.

"Something happened to her arm," Cody said quietly. "Something she doesn't want anyone to notice. I had to order her to tell me what happened and she claimed it was an injury from a classified training exercise. We both know that they weren't running any training exercises last week, not with everything going on."

Rex couldn't think of anything that she'd been involved in that would fit that description and felt his chest somehow tighten even more. "Maybe she just… did something embarrassing," he offered lamely. Boba's defensive eyes in the locker room flashed in his mind's eye. He knew Boba was lying then, too.

"Rex." Cody gave him the ori'vod look that drove him insane and made him feel like a cadet again at the same time. "You know I wouldn't bring this up at all if I wasn't actually worried."

"What were her exact words?" Rex demanded.

Cody sighed. "I asked her what happened. She said it was a training accident with mechanical ordnance. I asked who was supervising it and she said it was classified and only Skywalker could release that information."

Rex looked away. That was a cagey lie or a half-truth at best, and sounded exactly like something Ahsoka would say if she had been injured by someone and was trying to hide it. He felt sick when he realized that a mech hand would qualify as mechanical ordnance.

Cody looked unhappy. "I only served with him for a few months before he was knighted and made a general," he said quietly. "I don't know him like you do, but I remember that he had a hair-trigger temper, especially when he's stressed. And he and Kenobi are practically sewn together at the hip. We both know he probably didn't handle the Hardeen operation well."

Rex had an inkling about how well his General had handled it. He'd only seen Ahsoka for maybe five minutes during the whole ordeal. The dozens of messages he'd sent had gone unanswered for hours, only for her to message him back in the middle of the night to say that she was fine but she needed to stay with Skywalker. "But why would he hurt Ahsoka?" Rex asked bitterly. He stood up and started to pace. If… if Skywalker actually had hurt her, what could he do? His job was to protect his Jedi, yes, but did that also mean from each other?

"I don't think he meant to, but I think something happened." Cody gave him a sympathetic look. "I know that it's the last thing you'd want to consider, Rex, but I think we owe it to Ahsoka to at least try to find out."

"Then what?"

Cody bit his lip and looked away. "I don't know." The kid made a distressed whistle and reached for Rex. Cody chuckled. "I think he wants you, vod'ika."

Rex stopped pacing and gingerly took the toddler from Cody. He cooed and rested his fat little head right over Rex's heart, then patted his chest softly. "Inn-day, inn-day," he sang softly.

Rex didn't know what it meant, but he got the impression that the kid was trying to comfort him.

"Yeah, kid, inn-day." He sighed and looked at Cody. "I'll ask. I have no idea what I'm going to say, but I'll ask."

"Good man." Cody stood up, clapped him on the shoulder, then made for the door.

"Where are you going?" Rex asked in alarm.

"Gonna find some meat for the little biter." Cody grinned. "He's too young for beer. I think Os'ika still has landjaegers in the mess freezer. Try not to drop him for five minutes."

Rex looked at the kit. The kit looked back with big, dark blue eyes. He felt his nerves start to relax and he smiled at the toddler. He really was a cute little thing, with red-orange skin and little stubby blue lekku. Was he from the southern continent like Ahsoka? He could have sworn that Skywalker said that he was going to Toydaria, but this was clearly no Toydarian. He smelled warm and spicy, like musky pollen. It was similar to how Ahsoka smelled but completely different at the same time.

The toddler made a little meowing noise and rested his head on Rex's chest. His little white ink blots were in the center of his cheeks, reminding Rex of Senator Amidala's makeup when she was Queen of Naboo, and then one right in the middle of his forehead.

"So what's your name?" Rex asked, swaying gently back and forth.

The toddler smiled his little toothy grin again and reached for the holotags around Rex's neck. "Wooo-waaa-laaa," he sang softly. He traced the round tag with his finger and sighed happily. "Monnngo eeeee-nuuuu."

"Heh." Rex had no idea what that meant but he continued to sway back and forth, happy to just watch the little boy.

"Alright, sorry that took so long, I had to fight Wooley for the shabla zapper." Cody brandished a sausage at the toddler and he squealed in response.

"You were barely gone a minute," Rex frowned.

Cody turned and looked at the chrono above the door. "More like ten." He bit off a piece and chewed it in preparation.

Rex glanced at the chrono to confirm and then looked at the kid in his arms with suspicious eyes. He blinked at him adorably, purring like a kitten.

Maybe that rumored Togruta baby hypnosis was real after all.

The consular cruiser was the favored vessel of Jedi and diplomats long before the war. Painted bright red to signal both its origin from Coruscant and its neutral status as a humanitarian vessel, Ahsoka thought it resembled a freshly-steamed shrimp when viewed from above. The brand-new turbolaser cannons were enormous. When she'd excitedly plopped into the operator seat Master Plo had immediately shooed her away for fear of her being unable to resist temptation. It was only a little insulting, mainly because he wasn't actually wrong.

The cabin with the Dorin gas pod was reserved for Plo. Ahsoka, Boba and the Wolfpack planned on hotracking the remaining two for the duration of the mission. After dropping off their things in their lockers and jumping into hyperspace, they left Plo's Arseven in charge of navigation and gathered in the salon pod. It was nicer than Ahsoka had expected; Plo had been able to beg the cruiser off of a Kel Dor diplomat and it had recently been refurbished. The salon pod had dark gray walls, a soft red carpet, a massive white sofa that spanned the length of the room, and a brand-new enth-cube holoconsole in the center of it all.

The Wolfpack took sprawling seats across the couch while Plo started floating in the corner, presumably to meditate. It was a clear and open invitation. Ahsoka wasn't in the mood yet, not so soon after having to fight off kriffing Master Kenobi again.

Wolffe ripped open a bag of nerf jerky and began inhaling it. The bastard had already hidden it before they'd gotten on board. Ahsoka watched Boba fling himself onto the opposite side of the sofa from the Wolfpack with Robert under his arm. "Not bad," he said appreciatively while looking around the pod, his aura gone a quiet, dim blue with contentment.

Ahsoka was glad to see it. He was all over the place with his emotions, it was exhausting. She just wanted him to be happy for a few minutes, was that so much to ask? He'd been through so much. She couldn't stand seeing so much hurt in a little boy.

The slumber party had helped. She knew it would. Boba might have been raised apart and unaltered, but he was still a clone. The clone pile had returned the green tint to his natural aura that Ahsoka had feared was gone for good after she'd put her foot in her mouth with the sleepover comment, and it was even stronger than before.

She still couldn't figure out what the hell was going on with him and Rex. They were way, way too familiar to be the mildly-pleasant acquaintances Rex had made them out to be, but Boba didn't seem to want to talk about it any more than he did. She was afraid to push. He was on the precipice of a breakthrough, she could sense it, and he could either fall into her arms or shatter on the wrong side and become totally unreachable.

She just had to play it safe. Keep him in a good mood, try not to make him feel awkward or unwelcome, and be supportive. Easy peasy, except the Wolfpack apparently shared the same opinion of Boba that Jesse did. She couldn't really blame them, not after Abregado, but zisiyeni if it didn't make her goal harder. And Boba was picking up on it, too. He didn't have to be an Empath to be able to sense that she and Plo were the only ones who wanted him on board.

There was a minifridge in the corner that Ahsoka poked her head in; Plo had already stocked it with unsweetened fizz for her and tartro for the boys. She pulled out two bottles of tartro then took a seat in between Boba and the Wolfpack, tucking her legs underneath her. She handed a bottle to Boba with a wink and popped the seal on hers.

"Oh." Boba went green with curiosity, sat up, then took a swig of the sweet indigo fizz. His eyes went wide. "The fuck is this?"

"You drop another forn-word in front of the General and you're getting smacked," Wolffe drawled from his reclining sprawl on the opposite side of the sofa.

Ahsoka glared at him. "Nobody puts a hand on him," she said sharply. "That's an order."

"You forget, Ahs'ika, you don't outrank me," Wolffe smirked. "I don't have to take your orders like ol' boy back home."

Ahsoka growled in warning at her vod. "Which means that if you go for my ad, I'll flip you on your shebs and bite you akay gar haai'piruni."

Boba's aura flared a little bit with white surprise.

"Oh really," Wolffe grinned, slithering even further down in his seat. His aura went bright orange with excitement-violence. "Bet the nerf jerky I get first pin."

"Oh you're on, Af'ika," she sneered, and they both stood and started dropping plastoid.

"That's quite enough out of you two," Plo sighed, still floating in a lotus position. "No sparring in the salon, and we will respect the vessel which has been so graciously loaned to us. I do not want to see a single dent or popped panel because one of you decided to test the strength of your skulls on it."

"Yes, Master," Ahsoka mumbled at the same time Wolffe grumbled "Sir, yes Sir." They retrieved their shed armor pieces and redressed.

"Anyway, this is tartro," Ahsoka answered Boba.

He took another swig and nodded. "Not bad."

"Our tartro," Sinker mumbled with a red smudge of resentment.

"It's for everyone," Ahsoka said primly, but she floated her bottle over to Sinker with the Force and gently bonked him in the forehead with it, giggling.

Sinker snatched it out of the air and took a big swig.

"So, uh…" Boba started peeling the label off his bottle. "What did you mean before when you asked why the room was red?"

"Oh," Ahsoka said, surprised. She had forgotten completely to explain her Empathy and synesthesia to him, hadn't she? She was just so used to it being common knowledge among the clones that it didn't even occur to her. "Well, that's from my Force talent. I was born a natural Empath."

"What?" Boba's brows furrowed in light green confusion.

"The ability to feel other people's emotions. All Jedi can do it to an extent, but I was born with a strong affinity for it. I could always do it, even without training."

"Oh." Boba scrunched his nose. "But what does that have to do with the room turning red?"

"Well, my Empathy manifests in a sort of…" Ahsoka's hands twirled in the air, searching for the word. "Unique way. I also have synesthesia, do you know what that is?"

Boba shook his head.

"Well, it's when one of your senses is stimulated, another one is at the same time. The most common type is to see numbers and letters as colored, both when you're thinking about them and if you see them written. For example, you'd see an aurek and perceive it as yellow, even if it's printed in black."

Boba raised an eyebrow. "Weird."

Ahsoka laughed. "The kind that I have means that I experience the emotions of other people as a… a sort of colored aura through the Force. It used to be a lot more intense, I would feel everything. I'd block everyone out and not see colors at all when it got too overwhelming. My Master showed me how to rebuild my mental shields in a way that lets me see emotional auras without actually feeling the emotions unless they're incredibly strong. It's a lot easier to manage now."

"Would you still have it if you weren't a Jedi?" Boba asked curiously.

"You mean if I wasn't Force sensitive?" Ahsoka shrugged. "I'm honestly not sure. I know that the auras I see manifest in the Force, not in my actual vision, and I don't really experience synesthesia in any other context. Sometimes I taste bitter or sour if someone is really upset, but that's about it."

"So when the room turned red…" Boba said slowly.

"Rex and Jesse were getting pissy over something," Ahsoka finished. "I see anger as red. Grief is purple, jealousy is green, love is red and pink but also copper if it's platonic, humor is gold but embarrassment is yellow… there's a lot of nuance, actually. And then people have their own natural aura color that stays around them all the time." She pointed at the serenely floating Plo. "His natural aura is copper. Wolffe is a dark orange, Comet is a sort of creamy orange, Boost is red and Sinker is pink–"

"I'm pink?" Sinker squeaked while Comet and Boost cackled at him. "You never told me I was pink!"

"You never asked." She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Whatever." Sinker crossed his legs and pouted. "How do I make it more manly?"

"How is pink not manly?" Boost snickered, going rich gold with amusement.

Sinker pouted. "It's pink."

"You can't change your natural aura on your own," Ahsoka said.

"Is he dead?" Ahsoka joked bitterly under her breath, watching the murderous piece of garbage on the bed closely. His aura was an ugly, muted yellow, and he smelled so strongly of cheap alcohol that she could barely breathe.

"He's about to be," Anakin snarled, cracking his knuckles. Ahsoka kept a soothing hold on the edge of his dark, furious aura like a mother holding a child's hand, refusing to allow her own desire to rip the bastard limb from limb for what he did to Obi-Wan bleed through their bond.

"It can change if you go through a lot of emotional trauma," Ahsoka continued, shaking the memory away, "But it's not something that you can pick. Usually. Unless you specifically learn how to do it, and you'd only do that if you were trying to trick me."

Boba snickered. "That happen a lot?"

"Well, if I had a credit for every time it happened, I'd have a credit." Ahsoka retrieved her tartro bottle from Sinker's loose hand and took an aggressive swig. Master Kenobi didn't like it when she drank sugar, either.

"What's mine?" Boba asked hesitantly.

She examined his aura for a moment. It was still very gray, but the green was becoming more and more vibrant. She was getting a good idea of what it had been before the galaxy made him shut down. Being around the other clones was good for him. He wasn't meant to be alone. None of them were. "Green," she said decisively. "Like… like a dark, tropical leaf. Very pretty." She winked at him, took one last sip, then gave the bottle back to Sinker.

Boba eased bronze with flattery and he nodded. "Not bad," he said to himself, then snickered. "Better than pink, at least."

Sinker glared at him.

"So how'd you get that scar?" Boba asked, looking right at Wolffe's bisected eye.

The question hung in the air like a stinky fart and the room went awkwardly silent. Sinker cleared his throat and looked at Boost, who made a face at Comet. Boba noticed, blushed, and went nearly neon yellow with embarrassment.

"None of your business," Wolffe growled, his own aura gone bright yellow.

"Nevermind," Boba said harshly. "Didn't know soldiers were so fucking touchy." He popped off the couch and left the room in a visible huff with Robert under his arm.

"Boba, wait!" Ahsoka protested. She heard their cabin door slide closed.

"Nosy little biter," Wolffe grumbled.

"Can you guys please give him a break?" Ahsoka begged. "He had no way of knowing that's a sensitive subject." She stood, squeezed her lekku stressfully, then released them with a wince. They were still sore from her meltdown at the barracks.

"We're not trying to be hard on him," Sinker protested, his aura going orange in offense.

"I'd say we're being downright nice, all things considered," Wolffe mumbled.

Ahsoka picked up Boba's abandoned tarto bottle, got unsweetened fizz from the minifridge, then plucked the bag of nerf jerky from Wolffe's hand. "I'm going to go check on him. You boys stay here."

"Do not push too hard, Ahsoka," Plo warned her back as she left the room. "I know that you cannot stand witnessing distress, but you cannot use your powers to solve every emotional crisis."

She didn't even know how she'd use her powers to solve this emotional crisis. Her ability to glean strong emotions from others and relieve them of their impact was nothing more than temporary relief from whatever was overwhelming them. For deep trauma, like what the men had gone through after Umbara or what Boba had seemingly been through since Geonosis, gleaning was about as helpful as a single staple over a hemorrhaging wound. What she'd done for Rex in the aftermath of Umbara when he'd had that panic attack was just that, temporary relief. He still needed to process it all and come to grips with it on his own, she had just made the moment easier.

Though in Anakin's case, it'd almost been an emotional tourniquet.

Ahsoka slid the cabin door open with her jerky and their bottles of tartro in hand. "Hey," she said gently.

"Hey." He was in a ball on the corner of his bunk, clinging to Robert and stewing in yellow embarrassment. Despite his rough edges, he was so sensitive and awkward. He might say otherwise, but the opinion of the other clones mattered to him. It made Ahsoka want to snatch him up and glean every bad feeling that surrounded him away and then put Wolffe in a headlock.

"You know, Kix would make me do laps around the ship if he saw me drinking tartro," she said, handing him his bottle with a smile. "He's always on me about how much sugar I eat."

"You can't have sugar?" Boba asked, looking up.

"I can have a little bit, but Togrutas are obligate carnivores. My pancreas can't release enough insulin to handle an omnivorous diet." She took a sip of the sakura fizz and sighed in disappointment. "Processed sugar is the worst."

Boba nodded and started playing with the label again.

"Wolffe is a proud man," she said quietly. She took a seat on the bunk beside him. "He got his scar from a fight that should have killed him. He doesn't like to talk about it because he thinks it makes him look weak. You couldn't have known."

He nodded again. "I didn't mean to make it weird," he mumbled. "Dad always told me not to say more than necessary. I should have just kept my mouth shut."

Ahsoka's heart broke. "It's a big scar right on his face, it's perfectly natural to be curious about it." She sent him a reassuring green tendril of serenity and set her can down on the floor. "So, how about a less serious topic?"

Boba looked at her suspiciously. "What do you mean?"

"Well, what kind of music do you like?" She leaned back and smiled. "Come on. Let's get to know each other like normal people, or this is going to be a boring fourteen hours."

"Oh." Boba's aura was pale blue with surprise, and Ahsoka inwardly kicked her hands and feet with glee. Blue was good, it meant a pleasant surprise. She was getting through to him. "I don't know."

"Did your dad listen to any music?" She felt safe bringing up Jango since he had first.

"Yeah. Stuff from Concord Dawn, mostly, I think it's called skiffle? It's got quetarras, gutbuckets, onion flutes, that kind of stuff. And singing, obviously."

"Nice. I listen to Pantoran pop, usually," Ahsoka grinned. "Drives my Master nuts, but it's fun."

"Pantoran pop?" Boba's nose scrunched up. "That's so cheesy."

"It's fun to dance to, though," Ahsoka shrugged. "I like dancing. Most Togrutas do."

"I don't know how to dance." Boba's fingers played with Robert's nose ring.

Ahsoka got an idea. "Do you want to learn?" she asked.

Boba rolled his eyes. "Not really," he said, and Ahsoka watched smoky, silvery deceit rotate around the edge of his aura.

"Are you sure? It's pretty easy. Here, watch me and you can decide for yourself." Ahsoka stood and went to her satchel to retrieve her datapad. The audio on it wasn't impressive, but it was loud enough for them both to hear in the tiny cabin.

Ahsoka started up the latest album from Esper then pointed to her feet. "Now," she said loudly over the bright beat and fast-paced Pantoran lyrics, "This is the most important move, the foundation for everything. Basically you're running in place but sliding at the same time, so lift your right knee and step forward with your right foot, then as you slide your right foot back, you do the same thing on the left." She grinned as she demonstrated.

Boba's aura went a mellow gold with humor-fun.

"So that's it, super simple," she giggled, then did a little spin and clapped. The music was so bouncy; even though she didn't speak Pantoran and couldn't understand the lyrics, listening to it always lifted her mood. "Come on. Do it with me."

"I'm good," Boba said flatly, trying to fight a smile and failing.

"Suit yourself." She continued to slide and bounce, singing along with the lyrics softly; well, an approximation of what she heard, anyway. She started doing a tesh-step to the side, twirling every time she returned to her original position for a little flare.

Boba rolled his eyes and snickered. "You gonna dance the whole way to Kamino, Tano?" he drawled.

"Yep." She grinned and stuck her tongue out at him. "All by myself, apparently."

Boba heaved a heavy, theatrical sigh. "Fine, shit, I'm getting up."

Ahsoka didn't bother to hold back her delighted trill. It was working. He was finally flush with warm blue happiness.

She transitioned back into the slide-run, and did it at half speed so he could see. Boba watched her legs carefully, then after a few false starts picked up the move seamlessly.

"See, you're dancing!" Ahsoka laughed, and spun again.

"You looked like an idiot doing it alone," Boba said, grinning so wide that his gums showed. "Now show me how to do the other thing."

Ahsoka's heart swelled inside her chest until she could barely breathe from the space it took up. "Gladly," she said.

Notes:

MANDO'A TRANSLATIONS vod/vod'ika/ori'vod: sibling/lil sib/big sib par shab'jorbe: for fuck's sake kaminiise: Kaminoans cyar'solus: beloved one (derogatory) shab/shabla/shabuir: fuck/fucking/motherfucker haran: hell udesii: calm, easy ad: baby/child under 3 Ahs'ika: diminutive for Ahsoka Af'ika: diminutive for Wolffe (Specific to Ahsoka, and because it rhymes with ad'ika [baby] she's rhyme-slanging him into Puppy lol) akay gar haai'piruni: until you cry tiarek: a pale, white-yellow flower native to Mandalore. Slang for a natural blond, akin to ginger for a redhead TOYDARIAN TRANSLATIONS Ayi: No Palibe kuluma: Don't bite OTHER NOTES Togruta babies hypnotizing their caregivers with the power of cute is not a headcanon I will ever give up btw, and reminder that Jango was a fuckin hick ass piece of cornbread from Concord Dawn of course he likes skiffle. Pantoran pop is essentially k-pop. Ahsoka is doing the Melbourne Shuffle to this song lol lol

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Oyuba'din - Chapter 11: Terror

Original Character x The Bad Batch

Summary: Jaine is awakened in the middle of the night to help a squadmate. Hunter has a conversation with her.

Warnings: references to The Clone Wars Season 3, Episode 19 "Counterattack", nightmares/night terrors, overprotective brother,

Author's Note: y'all don't come at me for Hunter in this; he's worried about his brothers and instead of having a rational conversation with the woman his brothers and him are falling in love with, he gets mad [him: >:( ]

Mando'a key: Mesh'la = beautiful

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A light knock woke Jaine from her deep slumber. Rolling over to glance at her chrono, it hadn’t been long since she had gone back to sleep. However if it was duty calling, she needed to answer.

The door slid open to a worried Hunter.

“Hunter?” she asked cautiously. “What’s wrong?”

“Echo,” he breathed. “Another nightmare. It’s bad this time. You’re the only one who can calm him down.”

Jaine nodded as she raced to Echo’s bunk.

Echo was shouting something about fire and last chances, looking around frantically, and if Jaine didn’t know better, she might have believed his violent trembling to be a seizure. Crosshair sat next to a very sleepy-looking Tech, both with concern plastered across their expressions. Wrecker sat on the edge of his brother’s bunk, shaking his shoulders slightly.

“It’s okay, Echo,” he tried to say soothingly. “Just a dream.”

Echo began thrashing, smacking Wrecker across the face with his scomp, who then recoiled a little.

“Stop touching him,” Jaine ordered as she came to Echo’s side. Wrecker backed off, allowing her access to the increasingly violent episode Echo was experiencing.

The human-like part of her longed to comfort him, place his head on her lap and lull him back to sleep, but her medic training always overruled her heart.

“Echo, it’s okay, sweetheart,” she spoke softly. “I know that it’s scary, but it’s all going to be okay. I’m here with you, alright? I’m not going anywhere and we’re going to be fine.”

She kept spewing her comforting words, eventually transitioning to a lullaby her father used to sing to her. It seemed to be working, Echo was no longer thrashing violently, and only trembling. He wasn’t screaming anymore, which was a great relief to Hunter, who watched the medic with an awestruck expression.

Just as Jaine was finishing her song, Echo’s eyes fluttered shut and stayed shut. The rest of the crew let out a relieved breath.

“Has it ever been this bad?” Jaine asked, looking among the four other clones.

“He’s had nightmares, and pretty often,” Hunter explained. “But never like this.”

Jaine nodded sadly. “I’ll have to talk with him in the morning. For now, we should all try and get some rest.”

Everyone else moved to resume their places in bed, Crosshair pushing Tech - who between Jaine’s tea and melody, was nearly unconscious on his brother’s shoulder - onto his bunk. Hunter watched as Jaine made no motion to move, simply tucking Echo back under his blanket.

“You should get some rest, too,” he whispered as Wrecker’s snores started up.

“Thanks, Hunter, for coming to get me,” she said, ignoring his suggestion.

His brows knit together, but ultimately decided to let it go, falling asleep to the rhythms of five heartbeats instead of the usual four.

Jaine listened carefully to Hunter, hoping to be able to tell when he fell asleep. Once she was fairly sure he had, she sighed.

Echo seemed to be sleeping soundly now, but Jaine wasn’t sure it was restful. She isn’t sure how long she sits there, watching over him diligently. Minutes, maybe a few hours pass, and Echo stirs a little.

“Runi?” he murmured. “Come back to bed, mesh’la.” Echo opened his arms, patting the bed next to him as he moved to make room for her.

“Echo,” she started.

“C’mon,” he practically begged.

Jaine sighed a little before laying down facing Echo. He hummed contently, wrapping his arm over her side.

“Love you, Runi,” he whispered, kissing her forehead softly.

Natural light was filtering through from the cockpit’s viewport, marking the arrival of a new day. Jaine’s eyes fluttered open, vaguely startled by the presence of Echo in her bed. Wait, this place smelled significantly more akin to that of the boys’ bunks, not her clean and tidy medbay.

The night terror, she remembered.

Echo’s eyes didn’t open, even as she shifted a little. Metal met flesh as their legs were tangled together under the blanket.

“Echo?” she murmured. No response. She sighed.

She started trying to free herself from Echo’s tender grasp, but he only shifted a little and tightened his grip around her waist.

“Hunter?” she whispered, praying that he was awake and his sensitive ears could pick up her pleas. “Hunter, I could use some help.”

“Heh. Tough luck,” he chuckled from behind her. “Never seen him sleep this well.”

“Hunter, this isn’t funny,” she glared over her shoulder.

“Seems pretty funny to me.” Hunter began to walk away, making his way through the ship.

“Get back here and help untangle me from your brother or so help me gods-” she began to threaten, but she was cut off by Echo’s shifting.

“Morning, mesh’la,” he hummed, a smile spreading across his face, but his eyes not opening.

“Echo,” she said, and the smile began to disappear. His eyes squinted open and he nearly jumped out of his skin, sending Jaine tumbling to the floor.

“Jaine- kriff, are you okay?”

“Probably a little bruised, but none the worse for wear,” she winced as she shifted her leg a little.

“What…happened?” Echo asked, carefully reading her expression.

“You had a night terror last night. A bad one; scared the boys. Hunter came and got me. I was trying to keep an eye over you for the rest of the night, but then you asked me to cuddle with you an-”

“I what?” he asked, shaking his head a little.

Jaine shifted uncomfortably as she moved to sit on the edge of his bunk once more.

“I’m sorry, Echo, you were insistent. I think…I think you thought I was someone else.”

Echo blinked a few times before his eyes went wide with realization. “Oh, maker. Jaine, I- I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Echo,” she said, resting her hand on his arm. “Who’s Runi?”

Echo’s eyes shut tightly. He was on the verge of tears, but he didn’t want Jaine to deal with him like that. She’d already put up with him enough.

“She was a…a friend,” he breathed, a gentle blush blooming up from his chest, and painting his cheeks a little darker than they typically were.

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to talk about this. I’d love to hear more about her, but only if you want to tell me,” Jaine assured him, squeezing light pressure on his arm.

He nodded simply, willing the memories back to where he’d kept them hidden all this time.

“I’m going to go get a cup of caf, would you like some?”

He nodded again, and Jaine slowly left the bunk, hearing his drawn out sigh as she walked away.

Jaine sat at the galley table, quietly sipping from her mug.

Echo, across from her, and Tech, next to her weren’t especially chatty either.

Hunter, having just gone back to wake Crosshair and Wrecker, walked into the silent room, eyeing the three of them suspiciously.

“You all alright?” he muttered.

Tech and Echo both affirmed much more quickly than she would have suspected, but Jaine stayed quiet, only raising her brows.

“Jaine? A word?” Hunter said, tilting his head towards the cockpit.

She followed behind him, shooting concerned glances at Echo and Tech, who didn’t look up.

The door slid closed as Hunter stood in front of it. She looked up at him from the co-pilot’s seat. He looked irritated, probably more so than she had seen him recently.

“Hunter, are you having one of your migraines again? I can go get-”

“That’s not important,” he interjected, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I want to know why you’ve got three of my men wrapped around your finger.”

Jaine blinked at him in disbelief, rising from the seat. “Why I’ve got-” she scoffed. “Hunter, what are you talking about?”

“First Crosshair, now you’ve got Tech and Echo’s hearts pounding just sitting there? Is Wrecker next?”

“Please, Hunter, I don’t under-”

“You don’t understand?” he sneered. “Aren’t you supposed to be a medic? You don’t know love sickness when you see it?”

Jaine scowled at him. “I don’t know what you think is going on but I never-”

“What about Tech last night, hm? I’ve known him all my life and I’ve never seen him sleep more than an hour or two at a time. Last night he came out of your door and slept the whole night through.”

“He came to me. I gave him some tea to help him sleep,” she bristled. “I wasn’t aware you required medical reports now.”

Hunter chuckled mirthlessly, looking away from her. “You’re not going to be here forever. You’re going to get every one of them hanging on every word and then when you leave you’ll take their hearts with you. What am I supposed to do with them then?”

Jaine recoiled. “I have no control over the feelings of others. I am here to serve with all of you, as your medic and your friend. If you want me gone, fine. Drop me off at the next base if you truly think so little of me,” she spat, brushing past him and out of the cockpit.

She ignored the knock at the medbay door, focusing on restocking the cabinets.

“Jaine,” Echo’s voice called from the door. “Please, at least let one of us in.”

She took a deep breath. Willing herself to continue ignoring him.

“Open the door, Vale, or I’ll have Wrecker dislocate my other shoulder,” Crosshair threatened.

She sighed. Jango Fett must be one stubborn son of a bitch, she cursed to herself as she stepped to the door, sliding it open.

“You can come in just- I’m trying to work, so just sit quietly or something.”

Echo remained standing, while Crosshair leaned against the exam table, watching her as she went back to stocking the shelves.

“Yeah, you look really busy,” Crosshair smirked.

Jaine answered without turning around. “Strike one.”

She went about her tasks, stocking, checking expiration dates, inputting the inventory into her data pad. It was obvious to everyone that she was upset, she opened and closed the cabinets harshly and smacked the side of her data pad when it wouldn’t load.

“Jaine,” Echo ventured cautiously. “Are you okay?”

“Strike two, Echo.”

“Kriff, woman, can’t you see we just want to see if you’re okay?” Crosshair protested, his voice surprisingly soft.

Tears of frustration were threatening to spill over her eyes. She couldn’t let them deal with that right now.

“Three strikes,” she announced, pointing to the door. “Out, both of you.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Echo assured her. She could practically hear the concerned expression on his face.

“Fine, then I am,” she huffed, taking her data pad and swiftly leaving the room, ignoring the protests from Echo and string of frustrated curse words from Crosshair. She made her way to the cockpit where she was unsurprised to find Tech, fiddling with some kind of machinery.

“I swear to the gods that I will sit here quietly if you do the same,” she basically begged.

Tech stared at her, wide eyed, but simply nodded. Instead of taking the co-pilot's chair, she opted for sitting on the floor, her back against the wall.

A moment later she heard footsteps approaching, stopping before reaching the door.

“Tech,” Crosshair grunted. “Have you seen Jaine?”

Tech turned his head, as though to look over his shoulder at his brother, but caught Jaine’s eye instead. She frantically shook her head.

“I have not. I am sure she is around somewhere,” he replied. “It would be rather difficult to leave the ship as we are currently traveling through hyperspace.”

She heard Crosshair sigh, but ultimately leave.

“Thank you,” she whispered to Tech, who nodded.

“You do not need to thank me,” he said. “I understand the value of having time to oneself.”

“I’m not intruding, am I?” she worried.

Tech seemed to consider this for a moment. “While I was enjoying working in solitude, it does not impact me enough for you to also be here.”

Jaine couldn’t figure out why, but his words stung her a little.

“If you do not mind my asking, what is it you are working on?” he asked a moment later.

“Oh, I’m just getting in contact with an old friend,” she admitted, leaving out the details that could clue him into her earlier conversation with Hunter. “He’s going to help me the next time we stop at one of the GAR bases.”

“Is a base necessary for what you require assistance with? Perhaps I can be of help,” he said, setting down his device.

“Thank you, Tech,” she smiled sadly. “It’s not really a portable problem.”

“I see,” he noted, was that a hint of disappointment in his voice? “If you are in need of assistance I can provide, do let me know.”

Thankful for his general lack of eye contact, she let a few tears fall.

“I think I’m going to go rest up in the medbay for a little while,” she told him, hoping that her emotions weren’t coming through in her voice.

“That is likely a good idea,” Tech agreed. “We should be arriving at Coruscant in about two days.”

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A bunch of new v7.3 Info 1) Honkai v7.3 - Expansion and Equipment Supply Rotation. Yes, only 5 Expansion and 5 Focused Supplies. 2) Honkai v7.3 Firepower Supply - Duration: 6 weeks (Start of patch - Week 6 end) - Choose 3 weapons and 3 stigma sets, from 18 weapons and 18 stigma sets. You can only do one ten pulls. You are guaranteed to get a new gear that you have not unlocked yet. 3) Other info **v7.3 Battle Pass** - Kissy Pillow - Paganini **War Treasury** - Azure Empyrea and Herrscher of Thunder added to WT. **Co-op Divine Key** - No longer requires Soulium for upgrade - Co-op shop is closed. **Starter B-chip Pack** - S-rank reward changed from Herrscher of Thunder to Herrscher of Sentience **Starter First Topup** - SP valk option changed to Chrono Navi, Reverist Calico and Golden Diva **Starter Weapon Selector** - The weapon choice after completing the starter supply mission changed to Keys of the Void, Key of Oblivion, and Iris of the Dreams **New Expansion Supply Pity Change** If your 7.2 pity is more than 10 pulls away from guarantee, then your 7.3 pity will be reduced by 10. (Example = You have 64 pity in 7.2. You will have 54 pity in 7.3) Ok so this is how the pity change works if you are less than 10 pulls away from guarantee in 7.2 expansion. - In 7.3, your current guarantee changes to 1 - After that, your next guarantee will deduct the remaining guarantee in this formula (90 - (11-N)), where N=your 7.2 pity. For example: - In 7.2, you have '4 pulls left until guarantee.' - In 7.3, your guarantee will be change to 1. After you get an S-rank, the next guarantee will be changed to (90 - (11 - 4)) = 83 pulls left to guarantee.

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#honkai news network #marisa honkai #honkai impact 3rd updates #honkai impact 3rd news #hi3 #honkai impact 3rd

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its-robot-fighting-time · 2 years ago

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ROUND 1 RESULTS ARE (mostly) IN!

Match 1: Hocotate Ship (Pikmin 2) vs Dog (Half Life 2) Result: Dog has been collected and valued at 348 picarats (The ship goes forward)

Match 2: HAL 9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey) vs Cortana (Halo) Result: HAL goes forward!

Match 3: Bastion (Overwatch) vs The TARDIS (Doctor Who) Result: The TARDIS goes forward!

Match 4: Jenny (My Life as A Teenage Robot) vs AM (I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream) Result: AM has been defeated by a teenager!

Match 5: Karen (Spongebob) vs Crash (Awful Hospital) Result: You're just gonna have to read Awful Hospital to see what happens to crash.

Match 6: The T-800 (Terminator) vs Marvin (The Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy) Result:

Match 7: Yes Man (Fallout: New Vegas) vs Clank (Ratchet and Clank) Result: Clank has been found with a bullet hole in his head in a shallow grave in the Mojave

Match 8: (ONGOING)

Match 9: TEC (Paper Mario: TTYD) vs Mother Brain (Metroid) Result: TEC goes forward!

Match 10: Robo (Chrono Trigger) vs SHODAN (System Shock) Result:

Match 11: Megaman (Super Smash Bros. Ultimate) vs Marina (Mischief Makers) Result: Megaman has comitted voter fraud! It's rigged I tell ya! (just kidding megaman goes forward)

Match 12: Curly Brace (Cave Story) vs Data (Star Trek: TNG) Result: Data Goes Forward!

Match 13: Lil' Hal (Homestuck) vs Blaine The Mono (The Dark Tower) Result: Blaine The Train left writhing in Pain!

Match 14: BMO (Adventure Time) vs Gretel MK II (Timesplitters) Result: Gretel just absolutely demolished beyond all recognition

Match 15: R2-D2 (Star Wars) vs Android 18 (Dragon Ball Z) Result: R2-D2 goes forward!

Match 16: Bender (Futurama) vs 2B (Nier Automata) Result: Bender goes forward!

As our final poll finishes up I will set up the next round of robotourney to start in a day or two.

Thank you to everybody that has joined in the fun so far, I hope you're all ready for increasingly more difficult decisions going forward :)

#robotourney

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haven-is-happy · 1 year ago

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How Battle Changes: Forgiveness

Chapter 5

Pairing: Dogma x Jedi!reader, platonic Wolfpack,

Chapter description: You deal with the immediate aftermath of Umbara and make a decision that alters many lives

Warnings: unhealthy eating habits, reader has very little mental health stability, Umbara, chip arc doesn't happen for reasons in plot, mentions of decommissioning and death

Wordcount: 2 k

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Jedi attuned to the living force could see auras. People’s emotions manifested into the force around them, seeping into the air. You learned about colours, what they mean, and the blanks where colours unseen to the human eye mesh with the seen ones. Aura readers were often quick to rise to Jedi Council members for their ability to see lies and emotions when difficult choices were being made.

You remember reading of aura readers and interpreters as a youngling in the temple library. Madam Nu was ecstatic to have a curious child such as you exploring the library as soon as you could read.

You felt respected because of this ability.

That was before the war.

Afterwards, you learned to turn it off more and more. The overwhelming presence of black, death, was weighing you down and drowning you in an ocean of your own creation.

It’s the middle of the night when you receive the news.

You are hurried into your former master’s chamber by Comet and Sinker and sat across from him on a meditation pillow on the ground. Being woken up by a wide-eyed Wolffe when your chrono reads 2:04 AM, nearly carried out of the men’s barracks to the Jedi Temple under disguise without so much as a single reason why is frightening.

Both leave the room and let the door slide shut automatically behind him. But before it does, you hear a shaky exhale.

You shudder at what kind of news you are about to receive that it leaves them in this state.

“Master Plo?” you squeak out. The Kel Dor has no expression, the tox mask doesn’t allow it.

“At 11:47 PM I was summoned into the Jedi Council chamber with urgent news. The Council members forbade me from comming you or saying anything until the session came to an end fifteen minutes ago.” The voice in which he starts explaining runs a chill down your spine. This tone has only been used once in your life.

The battle in the Abregado system.

“Pong Krell, a revered Jedi Master, has betrayed the Republic and the Jedi Order by giving battle plans about the current siege on the planet Umbara to the Separatists. He has pitted two of the battalions under his command against each other with orders that the other is made of droids wearing clone armour.”

Your head starts spinning. Umbara. That’s where 501st are fighting now.

That’s where Dogma, the second half of your heart, is.

“He has accused two clones of treason and nearly had them executed, before being executed himself by a rogue clone trooper.”

It feels like you’re having a heart attack. Your throat hurts, your stomach swallows itself whole and every muscle in your hands goes haywire.

You don’t even have to ask the question. Your former master, the closest thing you have to a father, already knows. You don’t know whether Wolffe told him when you and Dogma grew closer or if he figured it out on his own, and you don’t care.

“Clone trooper Dogma is the one who executed him.”

The next thing you remember is happening several days later. You’re looking at a mirror in the bathroom adjacent to the Jedi Council room.

Your eye bags stretch to your cheeks. Your eyes look ghostly and dead, yet still hold unbeatable determination. You don’t remember how you got where you are, but you’re holding a paper filled with miniscule handwriting.

YOUR handwriting.

You search your mind but there is only black. A pharmacist tells you several days later that you’ve experienced stress-induced memory loss.

Dogma is on trial for treason, and general Skywalker, commander Tano and general Kenobi are supposed to be character witnesses for the 501st and 212th. You’re here because you can determine if he’s lying, based on the changes and colours of his aura.

You throw up quietly into the sink. It’s mainly stomach acid.

You haven’t eaten in days.

By the time you’re called to the stand, the paper you have written is wrinkled and damp with sweat.

You let it flow to the ground the second you lay eyes upon Dogma. The light of your life, your other half. Handcuffed at a public trial for shooting down the man who orchestrated the deaths of thousands of his brothers.

No one in this room but you, Wolffe, Rex and Plo know about the relationship.

“Now, we call to the stand Jedi Knight (Y/N) (L/N), an aura reader,” says the speaker with a powerful voice.

You step up and look at the people on trial. Fives, Jesse and Dogma.

A single glance on the jury makes you shudder. Jedi Council members and several non-jedi Admirals and Governor-generals.

“We ask you to tell us the truth and only the truth, for the sanctity…” the speaker drones on, but you stop listening after the first sentence. The three look so pale and scared…

“-now, swear under the oath of the Republic, Jedi Knight (L/N).” The very last sentence rings clear in your mind.

You resist the urge to bark out a laugh. Jedi having to swear under the Republic, having to go to court and interrogate witnesses- and potential criminals.

Oh how the mighty have fallen.

“I swear.”

The speaker looks to you and nods. He opens a datapad, but it’s too far away for you to see anything.

“We will now ask the accused a series of questions and you are required to tell us if his baseline colour changes.”

“I understand.”

You repeat everything back like a robot. ‘Colour remains unchanged, colour shifted towards warmer tones, the accused is telling the truth…’

It all blends together. All you see is Dogma’s face, refusing to look at you to not arouse suspicion, eyes burning into a spot on the ground. He only answers with a curt ‘yes’ or ‘no’ here and there, as the speaker walks them through the timeline of the Umbaran battles. Towards the end, the questions start leaning towards more psychological purposes.

You know the speaker is about to ask the final question. You know exactly what that question is going to be.

Your voice cuts through the monotone questioning like a lightsaber and rings into the expansive chamber, housing hundreds of witnesses to the trial.

“Don’t you dare ask them if they regret what they did.”

The speaker looks taken aback as you hold his gaze with a glare of steel. Out of your peripheral vision, you see all three troopers snap their heads towards you and you hear one of them gasp. You know it’s Dogma.

“I beg your pardon, Jedi Knight (L/N)?” the speaker sounds offended. You know that he should have no stakes in a trial like this and be impartial, but the further the questioning went the more his aura showed reddened and yellowed hues. Anger, want for justice, passion.

He was enjoying this.

“I said, don’t you dare ask them if they regret what they did. If you had executed a separatist spy, nobody would care. The trial is only happening because the person behind the blaster was a clone!” you snarl out. The speaker flinches as if slapped and his aura flares up with red and grey. Anger and fear.

“If it came out today that a respected senator had been feeding civilians to the separatist forces, the traitor would be executed and the person who did it would be seen as a hero. Hell, if I had killed Krell, I would be PRAISED, while they have to BEG for forgiveness!” you practically scream out.

You turn away from the speaker into the crowd, pointing an accusatory finger. You deliberately avoid eye contact with the clones to alleviate any suspicion of your intent. As much as you want to scream into the world that you want to marry him and run away, you know it wouldn’t do him any good. He would be executed and you would be dismissed from the order.

“Look at you, people demanding justice for the general! So quick to dismiss the clones’ humanity! They fight for you, they are the reason you can go sleep in your beds every night and enjoy living in the Republic!”

In the corner of your eye in the security of the court, you see a single Coruscant guard soldier move, as if to stop you from speaking further for inappropriate behaviour, but another guard puts a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“There were times when a Jedi doing this would be seen as a much bigger problem. How did the system manage to not see it sooner? How did we fail at raising him? BUT NOW, now we just put our head in our hands and cry, because they were always bound to be traitors! The whole system is FUCKED if our PEACEKEEPERS are GENERALS! Jedi Padawans as young as THIRTEEN are sent to command on a battlefield.”

You are completely numb on the surface, but the rage threatens to snap out like a stretched rope.

“I LOVED being a Jedi! But this war has soured all this for me, and for many others. So many Jedi Commanders and Generals want to end the war and yet it continues, only to fill the pockets of the ones trading OUR FUCKING LIVES!”

Almost three years of war have torn down any gentle feeling you might have towards the galaxy.

Your lip trembles. A single sweep over the chamber gives you a look at all the cameras pointed at you, no doubt streaming your ghastly face to billions of people on the holonet. Fives looks astonished with his bound hands against his chest. Jesse’s eyes are wide and even from this distance you can see his whole body shaking.

You don’t even want to glance at Dogma. You might break.

You look at the audience, seething.

“I know the sentence the clone troopers would have gotten. ARC-Trooper Jesse and ARC-Trooper Fives would be demoted to Kamino and reconditioned. Clone Trooper Dogma would be decommissioned as an example.”

You stretch your hands and make a show of spinning around, showing your sick appearance to the public eye.

“So rejoice people, as you execute THE HEROES of this story. But let me tell you something.”

There are numerous Kamino representatives in the crowd and in the jury. You know exactly where to look.

“If anything nefarious were to happen to these three troopers, I will never stop being your problem,” you scoff very loudly, over-exaggerated, and bare your teeth in a snarl, “but you probably don’t even think it’s worth it, because what’s three more clones out of commission.”

In the seated journalists from the public, you spot the chancellor in his formal attire, outside his official robes.

The rope snaps.

You take your lightsaber out of your belt loop. The Coruscant guard soldiers start moving the second the weapon is brought into the play, even if they agree with your rage-filled accusations towards the public.

Holding it in hand is a familiar feeling. You toss it in the air once, as if to figure out its weight for show, and then you throw it toward the Jedi Council in the jury in a beautiful arc that lands it directly into the hand Mace Windu stretches out to catch.

“Now I will be your monster no longer. I will walk out of this chamber a free person, and so will they.”

—

After the trial has ended and the media has been sent into a frenzy, the Chancellor retires to his living quarters.

Under the guise of the night, he opens a secure comm channel. His robe is thrown over his face, leaving him shrouded in the same darkness that surrounds him in the Force.

The moving image of Count Dooku immediately picks up.

"I believe we have found ourselves another Inquisitor. They have made quite the enemy of the Kaminoans today. We have to employ some protective measures."

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#star wars #star wars x reader #the clone wars #tcw dogma #clone trooper dogma #dogma x reader #clone wars x reader #clone x reader bingo

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night-gay · 2 years ago

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Into the Anthill pt 30 - The Destiny War

Hank has a complicated relationship with his past identities, none more so than Yellowjacket. So when Rick Jones drafted GIant-Man to help him in a mission to stop Immortus and the Timekeepers, as well as a time-displaced copy of Yellowjacket that hadn't realized he was Hank yet, hilarity ensues.

Except, of course, for Janet. For her it's twice the usual headache.

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Avengers vol 3 #10-11

Justice and Firestar were granted full Avengers status at the Avengers Day parade, turning their reserve member positions over to Giant-Man and Wasp. After the parade, the former memorial to the heroes lost in the Onslaught crisis was rededicated to honor all of the deceased Avengers instead. Grim Reaper interrupted the ceremony with zombie copies of Wonder Man, Captain Marvel, Doctor Druid, Hellcat, Thunderstrike, Mockingbird, and Swordsman and trapped the living heroes in an energy dome. Agatha Harkness helped Wanda bring Simon back to life to defeat his brother, but the rest of the raised Avengers died again.

Avengers Forever vol 1 #1-8, 10-12

Giant-Man and Beast failed to find a cure for Rick Jones' mysterious illness, but Iron Man deduced that it was similar to the power the Kree Supreme Intelligence had once given him. Rick was left alone in the Intelligence's care for observation, but Immortus and Kang each stepped in to fight over him. Rick's power to summon heroes through the Destiny Force was reactivated with Libra’s help, bringing 7 Avengers from across time to save him. This included Songbird and Genis-Vell from the future, the modern-day Giant-Man and Wasp, and Captain America, Hawkeye, and Yellowjacket from different points in the past.

The Avengers made their way to Chronopolis, where Kang sacrificed himself to buy them time to escape when Immortus’s forces invaded. He took control of the Heart of Forever, using it to convert all of Chronopolis and its residents into the Forever Crystal. Safe in Kang's Sphinx Ship, the Avengers were able to escape this fate. The team split up into 3 groups and used the ship’s chronospheres to visit timelines Immortus was targeting. In each era they encountered a team of Avengers facing impossible odds. Using what they learned about Immortus' plans from each timeline, Giant-Man and Yellowjacket salvaged chronosphere tech to take them to Immortus’ stronghold in Limbo. As soon as they arrived, the Avengers were separated and tormented with visions before having to turn back. What Yellowjacket saw revealed to him his true identity, so he offered to help Immortus win to avoid a future as "that loser Henry Pym".

A captured Space Phantom revealed that Immortus' actions were always intended to keep humanity in check, as the Timekeepers viewed humanity as the most dangerous race in the universe. All in the name of human suppression, Immortus had changed their memories, pushed Vision and Wanda together to reduce the odds of her having children, and impersonated Kang to manipulate Iron Man among many other events. When Hank commented that that meant Immortus had been responsible for his mental breakdowns instead of Kang, the phantom confirmed that the story was a lie. No outside force had tampered with his mind; he had fallen on his own.

Immortus, desperate to keep Rick from using the Destiny Force again, worked with Yellowjacket to show the Avengers the totalitarian future Rick's descendants would incur if they inherited his power. The Timekeepers held the Avengers on trial to prove that humanity was too dangerous to go unchecked. They planned to only allow timelines that contributed to their own survival to remain, erasing all others with the power of the Forever Crystal. Double-crossing Immortus, Yellowjacket called in Kang, Rick, and the Supreme Intelligence to help the Avengers stop the Timekeepers.

The final clash happened at The Citadel At The End Of Time, where the Timekeepers had set up their chrono-cannon. They summoned Avenger from every failed timeline to defend them, Rick countered by summoning Avengers from the timelines where they stayed heroic. Unable to stop the cannon, Rick used the Destiny Force to stop it but died in the process. Kang took the opportunity to kill the Timekeepers and Cap destroyed the Forever Crystal while he was busy. Before everyone was returned to their respective times, Genis sacrificed his life to revive Rick.

Minor/Cameo appearances from this period:

Avengers/Squadron Supreme Annual vol 1 #1

Iron Man: The Iron Age vol 1 #2

Fantastic Four: Fireworks vol 1 #1

Iron Man & Captain America Annual vol 1 #1

Iron Man vol 3 #12

#hank pym #ant-man #into the anthill #marvel comics

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robowilofficial · 2 months ago

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Finally getting around to sharing my "Ultra Hard Mode" Favorite Character Bingo Card! This includes 80 characters, and was admittedly rather difficult to fill out. But I managed it. This is the current version as of September 12, 2024.

As with the previous one, while it is subtle, I themed it after Sonic Frontiers' UI elements.

Due to the sheer amount of characters on this, they will all be listed below!

ROW 1

Gaogamon (Digimon Savers/Data Squad)

Druddigon (Pokemon)

SpongeBob SquarePants

Incineroar (Pokemon)

Dynasmon (Digimon Frontier)

Quester Gai (GoGo Sentai Boukenger)

Knight Man (Mega Man 6)

Freddy (Fenrir) (Dislyte)

Smaug (The Hobbit)

ROW 2

Metal Man (Mega Man 2)

Bulkmon (Digimon)

Champ (Uchu Sentai Kyuranger)

Momotaros (Kamen Rider Den-O)

Sonic the Hedgehog

Lord of Lightning/Ruined Dragon (Super Mario Odyssey)

Boss Bruce (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Doggie Kruger (Tokusou Sentai Dekaranger)

Stingmon (Digimon Adventure 02)

ROW 3

Kintaros (Kamen Rider Den-O)

Quester Rei (GoGo Sentai Boukenger)

Wolzard (Mahou Sentai Magiranger)

Reptillus Maximus (Toy Story That Time Forgot)

Chase Young (Xiaolin Showdown)

ShineGreymon (Digimon Savers/Data Squad)

Garu (Uchu Sentai Kyuranger)

Agunimon (Digimon Frontier)

Sarge Fan (Papa Louie Arcade)

ROW 4

Long (Wish Dragon)

Urataros (Kamen Rider Den-O)

ExVeemon (Digimon)

Koraidon (Pokemon)

Shou Ronpo (Uchu Sentai Kyuranger)

Zavok (Sonic Lost World)

Zen-Aku/Duke Org Rouki (Power Rangers Wild Force/Hyakujuu Sentai Gaoranger)

The Huntsman (American Dragon Jake Long)

Magnamon (Digimon Adventure 02)

ROW 5

Demon Lord Dragon Batzz (Future Card Buddyfight X)

Vector the Crocodile (Sonic series)

Flamedramon (Digimon Adventure 02)

Yaiba of Darkness (GoGo Sentai Boukenger)

Free Space

Black Dragon (Sonic Superstars)

Kai Ozu (Mahou Sentai Magiranger)

BlackWarGreymon (Digimon Adventure 02)

Drek'ar (Omega Strikers)

ROW 6

WarGreymon (Digimon Adventure)

Magma Dragoon (Mega Man X4)

Ryutaros (Kamen Rider Den-O)

BurningGreymon (Digimon Frontier)

Vice (Kamen Rider Revice)

Wolf O'Donnell (Star Fox)

Hackmon (Digimon Adventure Tri)

Zekrom (Pokemon)

Mr. Wolf (The Bad Guys)

ROW 7

Dragonoid (Bakugan Generation 1)

Killer Croc (The Batman 2004)

Gallantmon (Digimon Tamers/Savers/Data Squad)

Eiji Takaoka/Bouken Silver (GoGo Sentai Boukenger)

Sisu (Raya and the Last Dragon)

Deneb (Kamen Rider Den-O)

Scorpion (Mortal Kombat)

Puss in Boots (Shrek 2)

Death (Puss in Boots: The Last Wish)

ROW 8

Wally (Papa Louie Arcade)

Vibri (Vib-Ribbon)

Dojo Kanojo Cho (Xiaolin Showdown)

Red Hood/Jason Todd (Batman Arkhamverse)

Sieg (Kamen Rider Den-O)

Godzilla (Monsterverse)

Dorbickmon (Digimon Xros Wars/Fusion)

Benedict (Animaniacs 2020)

Guilmon (Digimon Tamers)

ROW 9

Gala Chronos Nyx (Dragalia Lost)

Raidramon (Digimon Adventure 02)

Tundra Man (Mega Man 11)

Bowser (Super Mario)

Beelzemon (Digimon Tamers)

Groudon (Pokemon)

Masumi Inou/Bouken Black (GoGo Sentai Boukenger)

RizeGreymon (Digimon Savers/Data Squad)

Leatherhead (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2003)

#favorite character bingo #will's evening thoughts #damn i typed a lot even with my arms being sore

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dreadreverendryan · 8 months ago

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I can't believe Akira Toriyama is gone. I know everyone's going to be more upset about Dragon Ball, and I'm sad that Daima will be his last work, but Chrono Trigger means so, SO much more to me. I didn't get it at first: I'd never played a turn based RPG before and didn't understand the menus. I could have read the manual, but I only looked at the character section because the designs were fucking awesome. Hell, the only good memory I have of my great grandfather was him flipping thru the manual and saying Lucca's name. I have no context as to why he was reading it, I was fully capable of reading it myself and he had no interest in video games, but it's something. My best friend, Justin, saw my copy of the game and asked if he could borrow it. I was so annoyed with the menus that I told him he could HAVE the game, but he gave it back after he was done and he'd shown me how the game works. Once I got it back I was HOOKED, but stuck on the first boss, Yakra. We didn't have dial up internet yet, so I just threw myself against that wall so much that when my sister decided to literally sit on her controller and bounce on it to randomly select commands I was all for it (no clue why I didn't just ask Justin). It worked, somehow, but her controller... Well, let's just say that I have *my* original controller and had to replace hers many, many years ago. Luckily we got dial up not too long after that, so if I needed help I could go to GameFAQs, and I found Icybrian's RPG page, which had fanart and fanfics for Final Fantasy and Chrono Trigger. The message boards there became my first online community and the older members of the forums mocked my typing so hard that to this day it pains me if I don't type properly. It was still fun, and I was pretty annoying so I don't blame them for it. My other early internet community included a Star Wars RPG forum, the Star Wars Council (SWC for short). Everyone made their own OCs and I really liked Frieza (but just him, I wasn't into the show enough to care about anyone else yet because I had no consistent way to watch it), so Frieza Omega (shut up, I was like 11 or 12 and it was cool back then), leader of the Bounty Hunter's Guild was born. A bit after that I also joined an actual DBZ RPG group with my cousin and his friends as Trunks. That group was less fun because the fights were judged by other people, not co-written like the SWC. All those little interlinking pieces of my life (and other bits I left out) started with Chrono Trigger and I can honestly say I wouldn't be the person I am today without it. And while the music, mechanics, and story were all amazing, the art Toriyama did gave the game so much charm. I honestly don't know if I'd have gotten into DBZ without Chrono Trigger. Even when I saw Super Sayin God for the first time my brain immediately went "that's literally just Crono!" It's kind of funny to imagine the silent protagonist Crono screaming before doing his techs, or Goku losing his voice from all the screaming and becoming a time traveling mute stuck in Super Sayin God. I'm also really surprised that I've got more to say about Akira Toriyama than I did about Kentaro Miura, the author of Berserk. I mean, I have a Berserk tattoo because of how much the story resonated with me, but then again I also have a clock tattoo because of my time obsession that started with Chrono Trigger. It's like... Berserk changed me and has an extremely warm place in my heart, but Chrono Trigger is in my bones, my veins, my DNA, and my soul. Also, I do have one piece of DBZ merch: the Devil card from the Dragonball tarot deck, which has first form Frieza on it. Now I'm thinking about buying a copy of the full deck when I can afford it, but anyway...

Rest easy, Toriyama-san; you will be missed dearly and remembered fondly.

#Akira Toriyama #dragonball #dragon ball z #dbz #Chrono Trigger

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lamaenthel · 11 months ago

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Tivaevae | Chapter Nine: The Needle

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Fandom: Star Wars Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Boba Fett, Plo Koon, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Kanan Jarrus, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CC-1119 | Appo, Dexter Jettster, FLO | WA-7 (Star Wars), Shaak Ti, ARC Commander Blitz (Star Wars), CT-6922 | Dogma, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), CC-3636 | Wolffe, Clone Trooper Sinker (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Comet (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody, CT-5597 | Jesse, CT-4860 | Boost, Aurra Sing, Tobias Beckett, Null-11 | Ordo Skirata, Kal Skirata, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Original Droid Characters (Star Wars), Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars) Total Word Count: 123,000 Chapter Word Count: 8,690 Chapter Summary: Boba and Ahsoka come home, Rex and Cody have a discussion about what to do regarding Ahsoka, and Ahsoka discovers a traitor in the barracks.

Boba gave the turbolaser cannons one last, wistful look. "Shame we didn't get to actually use them."

Ahsoka helped hoist Boba's rucksack up onto his shoulders. He hoped the twenty kilos of beskar plates didn't yank him backwards once she let go. "Use what?" she asked.

"The cannons. You should have let me shoot the weather matrix." Boba squeaked once Ahsoka let go of her share of the weight. He adjusted the ruck and rolled his shoulders.

Ahsoka snickered. "I'm pretty sure we're in enough trouble as is for threatening to do it."

"I thought Koon smoothed it over with the Council," Boba said, trying not to wheeze. Beskar was fucking heavy.

"He gave his report to Master Windu." Ahsoka made a face. "I received… several messages about it from my Master. We'll see."

"Have we remembered everything?" Plo asked them as they joined him in the airlock.

Ahsoka shrugged. "I couldn't find the robes that I wore on Geonosis anywhere."

"I have them. I will repair the sleeve for you tonight." Plo lowered the docking ramp. "I must report back to the Temple, and I have some business to attend to first, but I will have it done by morning."

"What kind of business?" Boba asked before he could stop himself.

"Jedi business." Plo patted him on the head.

"If you're too busy I can ask Master Kenobi to fix it. His stitchwork is a lot neater than mine or Anakin's." Ahsoka said it casually and picked at her cuticles.

Boba raised an eyebrow and resisted the urge to remind her that she wasn't talking to the old fart.

"That is an excellent idea." Plo's face crinkled up in a smile. He fished out the bundle of her ruined robes from his satchel and handed them over.

She tucked them into her own bag. "See you in the morning, then?" She hugged Master Plo goodbye.

"Bright and early." Plo squeezed her one last time, then winked at Boba. "Remember, young man, no burning the barracks down."

Boba rolled his eyes. "Whatever." Robert's head stuck out from under his arm and the tooka doll was being strangled in the zipped-up top of his rucksack. "Where is everyone?" he asked, looking around after Plo had reboarded The Babasta.

"Well–" Ahsoka checked her chrono. "It's just after 1900. They'll have all headed out to the bars by now. This place is dead when they've got any sort of shore leave, they like to milk it." She guided him towards the interior. "Let's lock up the beskar'gam in Rex's office, then we can head out and grab some food."

"In your jammies?" Boba asked, eyeing the red linen sleeping robe she wore like a tunic over her gray leggings. With long sleeves and a tie enclosure at the waist, it looked more or less like the same Jedi osik she had started the trip wearing, but thinner and a lot shorter.

"Everything's covered up," she replied. She stuck her tongue out at him.

"You got your own ride?" Boba asked stiffly, readjusting the heavy strap.

"My Master messaged a few minutes ago to say that he'll be here as soon as his strategy meeting is over with." She pushed him forward a little when he tilted backwards on the short ramp leading to the interior. "How's Biscuit Baron sound?"

"Sweet," Boba squeaked. He staggered down the hall and did his best impression of a human that didn't need oxygen. Ahsoka patiently guided him towards Tiarek's office, unlocked the door, and flicked on the lights.

"We'll close it up in the locker," Ahsoka said, helping slide the sack from his shoulders. Boba held his composure for a few more seconds before he let out a long, shuddering breath, dropped his shebs on Tiarek's rack, then gave up the fight and started panting from the exertion.

Ahsoka snickered and secured the locker after entering in the twenty-digit passcode and dropping the bag inside. "Do you think someone will steal them?" Boba panted.

She scrunched her nose up in amusement. "Nobody would steal them, but the odds of someone borrowing them to take a few holopics in is pretty high." She pinged something on her commlink. "Oh, good, Rex is still here. Let's go say hi."

Boba's anxiety returned and hit him like a speederbus. He never should have shown her the holopics, he knew that, but it just… it had felt like the right thing to do, and Dad had taught him to never ignore his gut when it spoke that strongly to him.

"What's the matter?" she asked, frowning.

"Are you going to tell him what I said?" Boba asked, nervously fidgeting with Robert's claws.

"I planned on talking about it with him, yes." Her eyes darted around his head for a few seconds, like she was tracking an insect, then she took a seat next to him. "Why does that make you nervous?" she asked gently.

"Every time I try, he argues with me over it. He was so sure that it never happened that he even had me doubting it." Boba sighed. "I don't know. Maybe you should just leave it alone."

"Is that what you want, or are you afraid of what might happen if I do?" she asked softly.

"Fuck, I don't know. I never should have said anything, I just…" Boba trailed off miserably.

"You just want your brother back," Ahsoka finished for him. "That's why you were so upset about the lockbox going missing, right?"

Boba nodded. "Maybe the holopics will be enough." He doubted it. Tiarek would find some way to rationalize it, or just flat out deny that it was him. If he had the art they made, or the journal that Mama had left behind, maybe he would have at least accepted it instead of flat denying everything. "I just wish it never happened. That there was just some Force osik that could undo it."

"Tell me about it." Ahsoka said wryly. "Unfortunately, that's not how the Force works. I wish it did, trust me. I know what it's like to wish that you could just go back to before the bad thing happened, but you can't. You just have to keep going forward and not look back." She went misty eyed and distant for a few moments, then she bumped his shoulder and smiled. "If it eases your mind, I'm not going to bring it up to Rex just yet. He deserves to know, but I need to meditate about it before I can make the decision on how to approach it with him." Her stomach growled loudly. "And maybe eat a nerfburger or six," she added with a snicker, and he huffed a little laugh in return. "It looks like Rex is in the officer's lounge. You remember where that is, right?"

Boba scooted forward off of the mattress with Robert under his arm and scowled, repeating yourememberwherethatis? in a whiny voice under his breath.

Her face went oddly vacant for a second and she clapped a hand over the back of her neck.

"What?" Boba asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Just a chill," she assured him, then put him in a headlock.

"Oi!" Boba squawked.

"Come on, Bo'ika, race you to the turbo-lift," Ahsoka teased, dragging him out into the hall. "And no throwing elbows this time."

Boba twisted out of her loose grip. "You need a head start?" he asked innocently, eyeing the hallway for obstacles. If he was going to beat her and her long fucking legs, he was going to need an advantage.

"Do you?" Ahsoka taunted back. She backed up to the end of the hallway and crouched down into a starting squat, planting her heel against the wall. "Ready?"

Boba mimicked her, smirking. "On three?"

"One," she began, tilting her rump towards the ceiling.

"Two." Boba grinned fiercely and vibrated with anticipation.

"Three!" They both shoved off the wall and sprinted towards the turbo-lift. A shiny happened to wander out of the first-floor fresher at the exactly the wrong moment… for Ahsoka, at least. Boba hip-checked her towards the trooper and ran for it, cackling like a po'ackster.

"Boba!" Ahsoka shrieked. He heard a kerfuffle and a frantic apology, then he tripped over his own feet as she scampered past him on all fours like a giant orange tooka. He landed hard and slid a few feet, wheezing with laughter.

Ahsoka reached the elevator first and spun on her heels, spread her legs out like a spider, then started skittering back towards Boba.

"Oh, fuck off!" he shrieked, laughing hysterically. He tried to push up to his feet and run but didn't make it before Ahsoka reached him and started tickling him, laughing devilishly.

"N-n-n-n-" Boba gasped, still laughing but not because it was funny. He hated being tickled. Ordo used to pin him down and do it until he would struggle for air or wet himself, whatever happened first. Ahsoka immediately stopped and backed away so he could breathe.

"You good, vod'ika?" she asked, tilting her head.

Boba nodded after a few seconds and caught his breath.

"Come on." Ahsoka grabbed his hands and dragged him on his back to the turbo-lift. She spared a glance for the shiny still at the end of the hall, frozen at their antics. "Welcome to the 501st!" she called to him with a wave, then summoned Robert to her hand and closed the doors with a mad giggle.

Rex leaned back and looked at the black line he'd just poked into Cody's skin with a critical eye.

"You fucked it up, didn't you?" Cody drawled, his voice muffled from being face-down on the sofa.

"I never fuck it up, shabuir." Rex flicked his brother's ear and started the second run on the angular sunburst he was forever adding to on Cody's back. He was going to run out of room soon; he was already out to Cody's shoulders and the vain little baby didn't want him poking his shebs like he would with a proper Mando sal'gam.

"I'm surprised you let the boys out tonight, given that you're shipping out tomorrow."

"We don't leave until midday." Rex dipped his needle into the pot of black ink and adjusted his knees on the ground next to Cody.

"Still."

"If they're still hungover by the time we get to Goran then that's on them." Rex wiped away excess ink and kept poking. He'd come a long way from hiding in Cody's tube at night with steel filaments and ink balls stolen from the practice range, both of them practicing patterns that they'd seen on their Mandalorian trainers on each other until late into the night.

Cody chuckled. "What're you going to do with Boba?"

Rex shrugged. "That's up to Ahsoka. She's his guardian."

"Speaking of which…" Cody glanced at Rex and waited for him to say something, and when he didn't he let out an exasperated sigh. "I don't like sitting on this, vod'ika."

"I believe Skywalker," Rex said firmly. He had to. He couldn't go into battle beside a man he didn't trust, so he had made his decision and would stick with it until it bit him in the shebs and everything went to hell.

"So do I. The di'kut doesn't know his own strength, it doesn't mean that it shouldn't be reported," Cody retorted.

"If Ahsoka wanted it reported then nothing could stop her from shutting up about it, we both know that." Rex wiped more ink away. "I'm going to have a chat with her about it when she gets back and we'll go from there."

"So she can convince you to let Skywalker off the hook?" Cody asked sharply. "Even if it was unquestionably an accident, that doesn't mean it should be swept under the rug and you know it."

"I'm not going to throw my general to the shabla akul because his hand malfunctioned!" Rex exclaimed. "Since the kid is the one who this affects, the kid is who decides what happens next, 'lek? You already gave your word."

"Ugh." Cody buried his glaring face in his folded elbow. "Shabla dalgaan."

"Ni cuy shabla dalgaan?" Rex raised an eyebrow and pointed to his chest, offended. "Ni salgorani gar shabla shebs bal ni cuy shabla dalgaan? Ke'haa'tayli at troan'tay, ori'vod."

"Gar ne'salgorani ner shebs, vod'ika, bal meh bev tigaanur ner shebs ni ven'shuku gar cere."

Rex rolled his eyes and continued poking. "Then you'd have to get Bly to do this," he reminded his brother. "And after what you did to his cheeks, I don't think it'll look half as nice as how I do it."

"I gave him what he wanted," Cody said into his elbow.

"I can't believe you did that to your own batchmate." Rex wiped his line and gathered more ink.

"I gave him exactly what he asked for, bev'kovid!" Cody exclaimed, offended.

"As his vod it was your job to talk him out of two giant shabla golden tickets on his cheeks, Codes!" Rex said loudly. "Jesse wanted his cog dead center and I ignored him and did it on the side so he didn't look like a di'kut."

"Ke'pirimpir gaht tay'briik," Cody scoffed.

"Nayc gar." Rex poked his brother's ass cheek with the dull end of the needle and snickered evilly as he jumped and yelped, looking at his shebs with paranoid eyes.

"Little shit," Cody sniffed and laid back down. "You want me to do yours after this?"

"Might as well while we've got the time." Rex finished off the last diamond, completing the diamond-dash dadita spelling of Ponds along the underside of a sun ray. "Ni suc'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc," he said quietly, wiping away the last of the ink.

"Ni partayli, gar darasuum," Cody finished. "Ponds."

"Ponds." Rex lifted his beer from the floor and took a sip. "Now," he said, carefully placing the bottle on the floor where he wouldn't knock it over, "I can squeeze either Waxer or Apex in before I get to the edge, or you can man up and let me start a new one on your–"

"Stop!" Cody whined, smacking the hand with the needle in it away from his shebs.

"Stubborn chakaar," Rex snickered under his breath.

There was a gasp from the doorway. "Language, Captain!" Ahsoka said, pressing a dramatic hand to her heart. She was dressed in her short red sleeping robe instead of her normal Jedi robes and had Boba right behind her, his oversized rancor plushie tucked tight under one arm.

Rex put his needle down with a grin and opened his arms. Boba crossed the room in two strides and wrapped his arms around Rex's neck. "Su cuy'gar," he murmured in Boba's ear, and got to his feet still holding him. "Well done, Boba. Very well done."

Boba's cheek warmed up where it pressed against his own. "Your vod'ika is insane," he mumbled back.

"I could have told you that," Rex chuckled, meeting Ahsoka's big blue eyes. "Should have warned you about it, actually."

"Rude," Ahsoka said with a smile. She leaned down to touch foreheads with Cody. "Are we good, vod?" she asked him quietly.

Cody's face softened. "Of course we are, Os'ika," he reassured her, using her to pull himself to his seat.

Rex threw him a questioning look over Boba's head, and Cody meaningfully looked at her arm.

"Alright, enough of this mushy shit," Boba mumbled, pushing away to look at Cody. "Let me see your sal'gam."

Cody snickered and released Ahsoka, who immediately walked into Rex's arms for her own hug.

"Hi, vod'ika," Rex said fondly.

"Ori'vod," Ahsoka said back, purring happily.

"Heard you ran into some trouble on Geonosis," Rex said. He rubbed the root of her rear lek and made her purr rev up like a luxury speeder engine.

"Yeah, we–" she went stiff in his arms and leaned back, her eyes narrow and suspicious. A muscle in her jaw twitched.

Rex raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

"There's something on your face," she mumbled after a few seconds of consternated silence. Her lek thumped with an irritated thwack! against her back, stripes so dark that they looked nearly black even in fluorescent lighting.

Rex swiped at his cheek, confused. "Should I go wash?" he asked, bewildered. Had he rubbed against something in the market that she didn't like? Was it that tooka that had tried to come home with him and Skywalker, or maybe some of that soup was–

Ahsoka yanked his head down and buried her nose in the meat of his cheek. She snuffled him like a hound trying to catch a scent then growled, sounding eerily like Grizzer when someone got too close to his slop bowl, with a primal undertone that sent his hair standing straight up.

"Littl'un?" Rex asked faintly. Behind her, Boba and Cody exchanged confused looks.

"Come here," Ahsoka said darkly, then started furiously rubbing her soft lek against his cheek.

"Easy kid, easy," he chuckled, holding her back a little so she didn't knock him over.

"Hold still," she snapped, still bunting her head all over him and purring like a territorial tooka.

Rex barely restrained himself from giggling when she migrated to a ticklish spot on his neck. "What's got you in a mood?"

Ahsoka growled instead of answering and moved onto his right cheek.

"Alright, alright, that's enough." He gently pushed her away from his head after a few more seconds of rubbing. She crossed her arms and pouted. "Hey," he said, chuffing her under her chin. "We need to have a talk, you and I."

Her eyes shot up and lost their attitude. "About what?" she asked warily.

Rex reached out and gently squeezed her left bicep, watching her closely for a reaction.

"Oh." She took a deep, huffy breath and turned accusing eyes on Cody.

Cody met them unapologetically and finished his beer without blinking.

"Step out with me." Rex pulled her gently towards the door and closed it for the illusion of privacy, knowing full well that Boba and Cody were already pressed up against the vent.

"Listen, I don't know what Cody told you–" she began.

"He told me something different than what the General said,'' Rex cut her off, fixing her with his best stern ori'vod look. "I'll give you a chance to tell me your side of all of this, then we'll go from there."

Ahsoka's lips thinned. "I could just order you to drop it, you know," she grumbled, crossing her arms.

"Don't you dare." Rex mirrored her.

She heaved a deep sigh. "It was an accident. His mech–" she shivered and clapped her hand over the back of her neck, looking around with a frown.

Rex narrowed his eyes. "Don't try to get out of answering with some made-up Force nonsense right now, vod'ika."

"I'm not," she replied, annoyed. Her rear lek thumped again. "I sensed something for the first time in your office. I just felt it again. It's like I'm being watched."

Rex frowned. "Klem, come in," he said into his commlink.

"Yes, Captain?" the gate guard replied immediately.

"Anyone come into the barracks tonight that wasn't a clone?"

"Just Commander Tano and the runt, Sir. General Koon was here for a few moments but left right away."

Ahsoka rubbed her arms like she was cold. "Something's not right," she said, looking at the door to the officer's lounge worriedly.

"Don't let anyone in or out other than troopers," Rex ordered Klem, then closed the channel. His eyes locked onto a trooper at the end of the hall. "Private!" he barked.

The trooper stopped short and stood at attention. Rex jerked his head for him to approach.

"Have you seen anyone enter the barracks in the last few hours that wasn't a clone?" Rex asked once the shiny was close.

"No, Sir!" The trooper clicked his heels together.

Rex nodded. "Keep an eye on the entr–"

"What's your name, Private?" Ahsoka interrupted.

"Falin, Ma'am," he immediately responded.

Ahsoka's hand shot up to her neck again. "Bucket off, Falin," she ordered.

Falin's visor turned to Rex, who narrowed his eyes; didn't he know who he was talking to? "As Commander Tano ordered, Private Falin," Rex reiterated, crossing his arms.

"Yes, Sir." The clone reached up to his helmet with his left hand, slowly, then his right darted to his holster and drew in Ahsoka's direction. Rex immediately shoved her to the side and took the bolt directly to his unarmed chest–

Ahsoka caught Rex before he hit the ground, instantly out cold from the blue stunner bolt. She gently lowered him and kept his head from hitting the tile. "Cody, k'akaan'jori!" she bellowed, taking off in a sprint. The shiny was already at the end of the hall, halfway through the emergency staircase door.

Ahsoka felt her brain slow down and speed up at the same time, blocking out any stimulus other than her prey. She locked on to his naturally red aura like a beacon, tracking him through the floors with a hunter's focus, even as he got out of what her normal range of Empathy allowed. Following a tingle down her spine, she ripped off a vent cover with the Force and slid into the ventilation shaft beside the turbo-lift, taking a more direct route to the ground floor. She hit the ground hard on her heels and bounced forward, straight through the closet door and in front of him.

She didn't bother ordering him to stop, she spun in a high rear kick and clotheslined him with her leg. The way his helmet popped off and the squeak of surprise he let out would have been comical if the shabuir hadn't just shot Rex.

The surge of hormonal rage she was fighting off after smelling an unknown Togruta female's scent mark on Rex's cheek didn't help her mood either.

She kicked the clone's blaster away – and he was a clone, though the lines around his eyes said he hadn't been shiny for a while – and put him in a headlock, seething and spitting with anger. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she snarled, squeezing his neck just hard enough to not break it. "What do you want? Why are you here?"

The clone, quickly turning purple, shot a jet of fire from his wrist. She let go just in time to duck and felt the flames heat the air above her montrals. She rolled and shot her leg out as she regained her feet, going for a sweep that he barely jumped over.

Ahsoka looked up just in time to catch the clone's returning punch and turn it away, bringing her long leg up in a wheel kick with the same motion. It connected and he went stumbling forward. She used the Force to shove him onto his face, but almost as if he had anticipated it he used the momentum to roll and pop back up to his feet. He shot a length of whipcord at her to bind her arms to her sides and ran for it.

"Zisiyeni," she snarled. She awkwardly pulled her sabers into her hands and cut the whipcord, but by the time she'd freed herself he had already made it to the line of speederbikes near the entrance of the hangar. "Oh no you don't," she growled. She pulled on the Force and leapt. The clone gunned the thrusters and she landed in the exact spot he had been in only moments before. She kicked the neighboring speederbike to life and jetted out of the hangar after him into the nighttime traffic.

The clone shot south through three lanes of traffic and down a half-dozen levels. Her speederbike whined as Ahsoka strained the repulsors. As she brought it up to level, the clone's bike in front of her made a small sparking pop and shuddered.

Ahsoka realized that in their rush, they'd both hopped onto the bikes in the maintenance lineup. Her repulsors were solid, just noisier than a nest full of narchlings, but it appeared by the lavender smoke and constant popping that the clone was riding a speederbike with a tibanna leak. He was going down quickly, and she wasn't going to let him get away into the undercity if she could help it, not after shooting her kriffing Rex.

The clone's bike sputtered three more times and then he started slowly dropping, and even over her whining repulsors Ahsoka could hear him cursing up a streak that would make Boba blush. She sped up with renewed fire in her blood. A first-gen clone disguised as a shiny in her barracks armed with Mandalorian gadgets like a flamethrower and whipcord? She had an idea of who was slowly crashing down in front of her, or what at least. Her brain was putting the pieces together rapidly even as she wove in and out of rush-hour traffic, collecting honks like they were Monomoko badges, too used to having to rapidly plot out a plan of attack while under fire to not multitask.

She'd wager every stupid, overpriced couch that Padmé had ever bought that there was a Null on that speederbike.

Another tingle on the back of her neck told her to draw her saber just in time to deflect a concussion round from a far-off rooftop. She batted it away but the vibration of the bolt blasted her saber clean out of her hand and sent it flying into the undercity below.

"Oh, you are dead!" she snarled, straining the thrusters to get ahead of the clone. She jackknifed and drew her shoto at the same time, slicing downward as he sped below her speederbike. She disabled his rear repulsors completely with the blow. He dropped like a rock and skidded to a sparking stop on top of a Quarren buffet. Ahsoka dove, then turned to get ahead of him. She spun to face him and ducked immediately to avoid a grapple to the face. It hit the seat behind her and the clone came flying along the rope feet first, hitting her in the chest and knocking out both her wind and her shebs from her seat right as they both cleared the edge of the roof.

Ahsoka fell, and fell, and she watched the clone's aura go staticky-gray with fear-dismay-regret as she went. She gasped for air that her spasming diaphragm couldn't pull in, and when she clipped a speeder three lanes down with her foot she was sent into a disorienting spin. She tried not to panic, but the inability to breathe while spinning and falling at terminal velocity robbed her of the ability to center herself. Honking speeders swerved around her falling body and she still couldn't stop spinning or even breathe and she was falling faster and faster and she was going to–

A warm, familiar presence covered her skin like a tingling blanket and calmed her panic. The Force cradled her, slowed her flailing spin, then flipped her over so she could see where she was going. Newly-centered, she focused on the turquoise and white speeder below her and carefully aimed for the passenger seat. She grabbed Anakin's outstretched hand and let him yank her to safety.

"Hello, Snips," he said pleasantly. He held up the saber that had been blasted out of her hand with a bemused look.

"Hi, Skyguy," Ahsoka panted. She took her saber back, a little embarrassed. "You're late."

"Yeah, well, you know–"

"Couldn't find a speeder you liked?" she couldn't help but joke.

"Actually, I was getting you Quasar." He shook a plastic cup full of creamy pink tea with orange balls at the bottom. "Hibiscus with triple cream and meiloorun boba. You're welcome."

Ahsoka snickered and took a sip. "You're the best, Master."

"I know." Anakin swerved below a blinking speederbus and sped under the line of traffic stopped at the light. "So who are we chasing?"

"A clone. He identified himself as Falin, but I doubt that's his real name. He was creeping around the barracks disguised as a shiny." A wave of anger rose up hot and bitter in Ahsoka's chest. "He shot Rex when I told him to take his bucket off."

"He shot Rex?" Anakin's aura flared white with staticky fear.

"Stunner bolt. He's okay."

Anakin sighed with blue relief. "You think this clone was after Boba?" he asked, narrowly avoiding rear-ending a police droid.

The clone got off on the exit to Coco Town. Ahsoka cursed under her breath. "I'm not sure, but I can't think of any other reason he'd be there."

Anakin reached over her and fastened her seatbelt without taking his eyes off of traffic, then did a barrel roll through four levels of packed speeders and shot down the center of a descension tunnel. "Uh, Master?" Ahsoka asked, confused. "Isn't this the opposite direction? He's going to get away!"

Anakin rolled his eyes. "Watch and learn, Padawan," he said, somehow managing to sound exasperated and smug at the same time, then leveled out and reversed into a maintenance tunnel. Without any traffic to worry about, he gunned the thrusters and throttled up until the needle topped out at 200/kmh while still in reverse. He picked up his own drink – something iced that smelled like chocolate and kokanini – and slurped it loudly.

Ahsoka chewed her boba and took a moment to subtly examine him while she had a chance; though his aura had lightened to a vivid orange with excitement-anticipation, there was a yellow-violet line of guilt-shame like a bruise along the edge. He was still affected by what he'd done to her. His eyes shone and his energy was manic, borderline feral. He was practically vibrating like a pent-up racing fathier and it didn't have anything to do with the caf; she felt his desire to protect her, to redeem himself, to prove that she could trust him again echoing across their bond.

Anakin finished his drink, tossed it over the edge, shot his arm out over her chest to stop her from bruising herself on her seatbelt, then braked hard. He shot up forty levels in five seconds and practically broke the sound barrier leaving the ascension tunnel, then flew back into traffic behind the clone close enough for her to see the blue relief battle it out with the red anger and chartreuse annoyance in his aura.

The clone was… grateful that he hadn't killed her? Ahsoka was surprised, to say the least.

"You ready?" Anakin asked loudly. He was gaining on the clone quickly now that he wasn't hobbled by the civilian traffic of the main drag. A speederbike with lame repulsors was no match for an engine rebuilt by a podracing gearhead whose only real hobby was making things go way faster than they needed to.

Ahsoka undid her seatbelt, crouched on the seat, and readied her saber with a nod.

"I'll be right behind you!" Anakin yelled. He slid underneath the speederbike and popped up a few inches in front of it. Ahsoka immediately leapt for the clone with her saber ignited and jammed it into the repulsors before he could so much as say papurgaat. The speederbike started sputtering and jerking, and the clone struggled to keep his stolen speederbike from going into a tailspin. Ahsoka did a backflip off the seat, pushing off extra hard to lessen his control.

The bike came to a spinning crash into an alley two blocks west of where she landed. She sprinted towards the smoke with a curse, hoping that Anakin had blocked off whatever exit he could. A dizzying sense of deja-vu hit her like a cold winter wind off the mountains when she turned the corner, and after she slid into the alley–

No. No.

It was the alley that Obi-Wan had pretended to die in. The crates were still toppled over, the pavement still dark where his blood had pooled. That was where she had held him after he crashed through the crates like a meteor. She'd gently turned him over, carefully minding his neck and back in case he had damaged his spinal cord, Obi-Wan's eyes are shut tight like he had been bracing himself for the fall. His beautiful, glacial-blue aura like the sky above the mountains is gone. His heart is silent, his chest doesn't move, her leggings are sticky and warm with blood. "Please," she whispers. "P-please Bobi, open your eyes, open your… no, no, no, please no, Bobi please–" People approach and whisper amongst themselves. Someone approaches her from the side and quickly retreats when she bares her fangs at them. Frantic footsteps echo through the alley, Anakin comes skidding to a halt seconds later. "How is he?" he asks, his aura blinding white with sheer panic. She looks up at him, unable to say it out loud and make it true, barely able to see Anakin's face through her tears.

The Force screamed a warning through her fugue just in time for her to dodge the clone's swing. She cartwheeled to the side and dodged his leg sweep, then jumped at him with a flying roundhouse kick. He ducked underneath it and shoved her away from him.

She grabbed for her sabers and found only air at her sides. The clone smirked at her and held up the belt he'd managed to rip off, then chucked it into the dumpster behind him.

Shabuir. Ahsoka dropped down into a Fáng Shìlóng stance, turning her toes out and straightening her back before bringing her hands up. The clone smirked at her and sank into Echani.

Ahsoka eyed the remaining blaster at his waist and briefly wondered why he wasn't using it before blocking his first strike; a hard, straight-armed punch to the face that would have broken her nose had it connected. Ducking the next three strikes that whistled in the air around her montrals, she eased out of Fáng Shìlóng and switched to match his Echani. She elbowed the clone in the gut, dropped, then turned on her knees to try and throw him over her shoulder the same way she did Blitz, but instead of letting her get an arm around his neck he rolled into the toss and then threw her forward with his considerable strength. She crashed into the crates and rolled to a stop face-first on the dark stain.

Please Bobi, open your eyes…

The scent of Obi-Wan's blood had her brain in the same spinning, panicked state that it was that night. The clone kicked her in the stomach with his plastoid boot and sent her rolling to the side in a tumbled heap. He straddled her waist, pinning her with his heavy weight, then raised a fist. With no other recourse, she protected her face with her arms and turned to the one move she wasn't allowed to use during sparring; she slammed a knee up between his legs as hard as she could and scrambled the gett'se behind his codpiece. His aura flashed neon orange with shock-anger and he rolled off of her, swearing a blue streak of Mando'a under his breath.

Ahsoka struggled to her feet and hopped backwards a bit, dragging the knee that was still tingling from smacking into plastoid. "Enough!" she snarled, holding her hands up to summon her sabers.

The clone panted and shook his head, his face sweaty and bright red from exertion and pain, and struck at her chest with his elbow before her weapons reached her. She caught his elbow with her palms and pushed outwards, following with a high kick that missed his chin by a hairsbreadth. He feinted forward, her punch went wide, and he pinned her arms at her sides in a wampa hug.

"Get off of me!" she snarled. She headbutted him, used the wall to walk up and over his head to break the hold, then kneed him hard in the spine. The blow sent him stumbling forward, only for him to turn and kick her in the chest and propel her towards the opposite wall.

She smashed into it hard and saw stars, the fatty padding of her rear lek the only thing saving her skull from being cracked open. He took advantage of her daze by dragging her to the ground and pinning her again. He brought a fist up to finish her off and went still; his eyes bugged out of his head and he clawed at his throat. He rose up in the air with lips quickly going blue and was dragged off of her like he had an invisible noose around his neck, plastoid boots scraping helplessly at the concrete.

Anakin stood at the opposite end of the alley with an outstretched hand, his aura a tornado of ivory terror spinning with ribbons of crimson fury and teal protection, all surrounded by a hungry, creeping darkness that Ahsoka recognized all too well. He dragged the clone towards him by the throat and watched him struggle for air with dark, wild eyes.

Ahsoka scrambled to her feet and stumbled towards Anakin. "Master," she called, then screwed her eyes shut as the alley tilted around her. Her head felt like someone had taken a hydrospanner to the back of it. "Master, we… we need him alive." She projected weak green calm and the smell of rain on the desert wind as best as she could manage with her head spinning, praying it would be enough to blow away the terrifying, sticky darkness that she had worked so hard to glean away from him before.

Anakin didn't answer her, too lost in his rage. He recognized the alley, too. It was distracting him like it had her, making it too hard to focus on control. He was panicking from what he'd seen, a clone twice her size pinning her to the ground, about to knock her lights out. His hand tightened and the clone's aura went glowing white with fear-pain.

"Anakin!" Ahsoka yelled, but it was no good; he was too far gone, his aura spinning too violently to accept the pitiful calm she projected at him. She braced herself against the wall and took a deep breath, trying to center herself as best she could before she gleaned it off and brought her Master back to his right mind.

I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me. Ahsoka let her aura flow outwards and folded it around Anakin's, drenching him with peace like a spring thunderstorm. The shadow slipped and slid unnaturally around the edges of their joined aura, hungrily sniffing the fresh blood coming from wounds in the heart newly reopened. His grief-rage-guilt hit her with the force of a crashing starfighter, almost throwing her to the ground with its intensity. She box breathed and controlled the spin of the storm around them.

There is no emotion, there is peace. Ahsoka reached out to the darkness and wrapped it around her fists like spiderwebs, tearing the black away from where it choked Anakin's bright red. She had gleaned it away before, she could do it again. She opened herself up to the Cosmic Force, listened to it roar in her montrals like river rapids before going suddenly silent, and let it scour away the darkness surrounding them both.

"Easy, Skyguy," she whispered. "Let him go. You did it. You saved me. You can let him go now."

Something clicked in him, lightened just like it had the night he had broken her arm; it sent the hungry shadow fleeing and lucidity returned to Anakin's eyes. He immediately let the clone fall to the ground and stumbled backwards, wallowing in pale yellow shock-distress at what he'd almost done.

She detangled their auras gently and slid down the wall, as exhausted as if she'd just done a twelve-mile ruck in a blizzard.

"Ahsoka!" Anakin ran to her side and skidded to a stop, dropping to the ground in front of her. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? How bad–"

"I'm okay." Ahsoka pulled herself together and gave him a wan smile before eyeing the limp body of the clone. He was still alive, thankfully. Anakin hadn't… he hadn't.

Anakin nodded and swallowed hard, looking sick. "Let's get going." He slung her arm around his neck and helped her walk back to his speeder, dragging the clone's unconscious body behind them with the Force.

The clone had no tattoos or unique scars, no holotags, not even an identification chip in his wrist. Rex had been conscious for a whole five minutes by the time they returned to the barracks but he wasted no time in helping Cody and Anakin tie him up in a chair in the officer's lounge.

Poor Boba was shaking like an aktipan that lived in a rich woman's purse, his aura trembling and pale violet with shock-guilt. Ahsoka held him on the couch, rubbing his back soothingly and willing her headache to go away.

"I'm sorry," he said for the fiftieth time. "I should have helped. I–"

"You stayed safe. That's all I care about." Ahsoka pressed her forehead against his.

"We have any stims in here?" Anakin barked, throwing open the cabinets of the kitchenette like he expected them to be stored next to the caf concentrate and ration bars. His aura was a tightly-controlled ball of deep red anger-frustration and a little yellow embarrassment, and his mech hand kept clenching with the desire to hit something.

Rex shook his head. "Should be a pack of 'em in my office, Sir." He made for the door. "I'll–"

"I'll get them," Ahsoka offered. Rex still looked a bit unsteady; she'd been stunned enough times during dance practice to know exactly how fuzzy his head was. "Where are they?"

"The top shelf of my locker." Rex nodded at her gratefully.

Ahsoka kissed Boba's cheek. "Stay here, vod'ika," she murmured into his ear before standing.

Rex and Cody both froze and turned to her with staticky-white shock rippling around them.

"You're not actually surprised, right?" she asked them wryly over her shoulder, leaving before they had a chance to respond.

The barracks were still almost empty of troopers and nobody stopped her on the way to Rex's office. She unlocked the door, stepped inside, and stopped dead.

The locker was open. The rucksack, the beskar'gam, even the tooka doll was gone.

She didn't need to call Inspector Divo to help her solve this mystery. There was only one person who could have taken it; or rather, there was only one person who would have ordered it taken.

Kal shabuirla Skirata.

Ahsoka snatched the box of stims and marched to the stairwell, her brain working faster than her feet. Obviously the clone had led her away from the barracks so the armor would be easy pickings. The only thing she wanted to know, though, was which one of Skirata's little angels of death was currently tied up in the officer's lounge, and how badly Skirata wanted him back. Had he intended to be caught, or was he just trying to keep her as far away from the barracks for as long as possible?

She was still glad she had stopped Anakin from killing him if for no other reason than that they now had leverage to get the beskar'gam back. She slid the door to the lounge open with the Force, removed a stim from the box, and jammed it into the clone's neck without a word. A chorus of protesting shouts sprang out from the men in the room.

"Ahsoka!" Anakin yanked her away from the clone with a bolt of teal concern. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Waking him up." She tossed the box on the table. She was spitting mad, nearly vibrating with it, her lek smacking against her back like a drum. She pushed Anakin's arm down and slapped the clone's cheek. "Hey. Eyes open, shabuir."

"Ahsoka!" Rex exclaimed, shoving himself between her and the tied-up man.

The clone's eyes opened into slits and he worked his jaw. Cody, still shirtless with a large, clear burn bandage over his new ink immediately drew on the clone and held steady, ready to stun him.

"What's going on?" Anakin asked harshly. "You were fine a minute ago, what happened to make you so angry?"

"Where is it?" she spat at the clone. She shoved past Rex and slapped him again, leaving a pink handprint on his cheek. "Where the hell is it?"

Rex yanked her back and held her in a wampa hug.

"Ow," the clone said mildly. His red aura sharpened and hardened into a box around him, keeping any emotions he had guarded and hidden.

"It's gone," Ahsoka snapped, trying and failing to push past Rex. "Someone took Boba's beskar'gam while this sleemo was leading us on a snipe hunt around Coruscant, and he's going to tell us what happened or I'm going to gut him like a Rokarian dirt-fish!"

"What?" Boba was crouched on the couch with Robert under one arm, puppy-eyed and rolling with violet grief-shock that quickly blushed into red anger. "He… he…" Boba got to his feet, trembling with all of the emotions rioting across his aura, and threw Robert behind him. "Tion'vaii ner beskar'gam, gar ne'tom'osik?" he demanded, eyes shining and fists clenched at his sides.

The clone slowly dragged his eyes over to Boba. "Jate, Bob'ika," he drawled. "Ner gett'se shi'jii dayngaanir?"

Boba's face and aura went white and he took a step back. "Ordo?" he whispered, horrified.

Everyone turned to look at the tied up clone. "I should've known," Rex said grimly, backing up with Ahsoka in his arms. His aura was fogged with bright turquoise protection-wariness. "What's going on, Ordo?"

A muscle worked in Anakin's jaw. "Ordo's the captain of the commando squad you told me about on the way here?" he asked Ahsoka quietly, to which she nodded.

"You were a decoy?" Cody asked, frowning severely. His aura went chartreuse with annoyance. "Seems beneath you, Captain."

Ordo rolled his shoulders. "I follow orders, Cody, you know that." He frowned. "Where's your shirt?"

"And did your orders include kicking my Padawan off a rooftop?" Anakin asked, soft and dangerous. He walked forward with a straight back, drawing up to his full height. "Beating her face in?"

"You led us to that alley on purpose, didn't you?" Ahsoka snapped, trying to get out of Rex's very firm hold again.

"I figured I'd need the advantage," Ordo shrugged. "Take it as a compliment. Sorry about the roof, though. That was bad timing on my part."

"Ke'epa osik," Ahsoka said contemptuously.

"Enough, vod'ika." Rex physically turned her towards the couch, where Boba sat frozen and silent like a newborn kybuck in the grass, and gave her a little push.

She swallowed her rage, sat next to Boba, and tucked him under her arm. "It's okay," she murmured into his ear, sending little green bubbles of calm to his aura. "Ni ven'kyramu ad kebbur. I'll rip his throat out if he tries anything."

Ordo raised an eyebrow. "Why would I hurt him?" he asked, sounding genuinely puzzled.

"Why'd you hurt him any other time?" Ahsoka snapped, a growl coloring her tone.

"Because he was being a brat?" Ordo's eyes flicked between her and Boba. "Boba's always been a spoiled kih'osik. Someone needed to keep his head from getting too big."

"Fuck off!" Ahsoka and Boba snapped in unison.

Anakin tilted his head at Ordo. The air around him felt charged, staticky, like lightning about to strike. "I would like to know why you thought you could put hands on my Padawan and walk away with them still attached," he said quietly.

Ordo met his eyes, wary, but more curious than afraid. "She got me good a few times. You should be proud."

"Oh I am. I am very, very proud of her." Anakin said silkily, leaning down. "So answer my question."

Ahsoka's commlink started flashing with an incoming holocall. She looked at Anakin, who nodded at her before she accepted it. A hologram of a plain man in his fifties wearing gold-painted Mandalorian armor popped up on her wrist.

"Ahsoka Tano." The hologram nodded. "Kal Skirata. Pleased to meet you."

"The pleasure's all yours, I assure you," Ahsoka snapped. "Where is Boba's beskar'gam? What game are you playing?"

Skirata chuckled. "It's safe. I presume my boy is as well?"

"He won't be if I don't get a very good reason for your attack on my Padawan and Captain tonight," Anakin snapped, striding forward to get into visual range.

"General Skywalker. Your reputation precedes you." Kal crossed his arms. "I'd rather have this chat in person. Why don't you all come down to the fairgrounds? It's Weequay Independence Week, the place is hopping tonight."

Ahsoka translated it: Lots of civilians, neutral zone. "When?" she asked harshly.

"As soon as you can. Bring my boy, and yours. He's a good shot, I bet he can win you a stuffed bantha while we talk."

Ahsoka looked at Anakin again, who pursed his lips and nodded. "If you try anything funny, you'll regret it," he promised.

"No funny business, I swear." Kal laughed again. "See you soon, ad'ika." He closed the channel before Ahsoka could.

Rex immediately started dialing a frequency on his own commlink. "Jesse, how drunk are you right now?" he asked over the loud music.

"Just getting started, Cap– hey, di'kutla, watch where you're going–"

"Grab everyone who's still walking in a straight line and get down to the fairgrounds." Rex paused, then quirked the corner of his mouth. "Someone tried to kill Ahsoka tonight. I–"

"WHAT?!" Jesse shrieked. "Kix! Where the hell is Tup, go grab him and Fi– I don't care if she's here, we need to go, now! Rex, we're leaving. Tell us where to meet you."

"One way to motivate him," Anakin said, biting down his laughter as Rex gave Jesse directions.

"Clearly." Ahsoka rubbed the bridge of her nose. She was still resisting the urge to smack Ordo, who looked far too blase about the situation for her liking. Gleaning took a toll on her. She'd have what she could only describe as an emotional hangover for at least a day. She took Anakin's mech hand and squeezed it.

It was worth it.

"You're sure about this?" Anakin asked her quietly.

She nodded and pulled Boba close to her with her other arm. "Absolutely." She gently rubbed her lek over the top of Boba's head. "We're going to get it back if I have to ransom Ordo back one limb at a time," she murmured.

Ordo raised an eyebrow. "I'd prefer you didn't," he said.

"Not up to you." Ahsoka met Cody's eyes. He raised his blaster with a smirk.

Notes:

MANDOA TRANSLATIONS Sal'gam*: tattoo (lit color+skin) Atawai'la*: kindness Shabla dalgaan: fucking bitch Ni cuy shabla dalgaan? Ni salgorani gar shabla ass bal ni cuy shabla dalgaan? Ke'haa'tayli at troan'tay, vod: I'm a fucking bitch? I'm tattooing your fucking ass and I'm a fucking bitch? Go look in the mirror, bro Gar ne'salgorani ner shebs, vod'ika, bal meh bev tigaanur ner shebs ni ven'shuku gar cere: You're not tattooing my ass, little brother, and if that needle touches my ass I will break your fingers Ke'pirimpir gaht tay'briik: Go piss up a rope Nayc gar: No you Os'ika: Little shit (affectionate), a pun on Ahsoka's normal diminutive of Ahs'ika Ka'akaan'jori: Sound the alarm! Papurgaat: lit. 'fruit,' in this context it's like "before he could say diddly" Shabla bev'kovid: Fucking dickhead Tion'vaii ner beskar'gam, gar ne'tom'osik?: Where is my armor, you piece of shit? Ner gett'se shi'jii dayngaanir: Your balls finally drop? Ke'epa osik: Eat shit Kih'osik: Little shit (not affectionate) TOYDARIAN TRANSLATIONS Zisiyeni: Damn it OTHER NOTES Gleaning: Empathically sharing another person's emotions and releasing them to the Force Po'ackster: A hyena-like creature native to Jedha, known for its wide grin and hysterical laughter-like bark Aktipan: that wee little elephant creature from the Fifth Element. I've been obsessed with him for 20 years you're goddamn right he's crossing over to the SW verse

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Eidola: Chapter 13 - CT-11-8789 Trip

Rating: T

Characters: Gen, Clone Trooper OCs, Captain Rex, Ahsoka Tano, and other canon members of the 501st/332nd

Warnings: canon-typical violence; references to self-harm, injuries, and substance abuse; PTSD; it’s post-Order 66 and nobody is having a good time (but they’re all working on it)

Summary: The mission was never to bring down the Empire. Not really. The mission was to save every single one of their chipped brothers. But if doing do helped break the Empire’s stranglehold on the galaxy? Well, that was just a bonus.

Trip was half up and scrambling for his blaster before he realized that he wasn’t in the midst of an ambush on the Benevolence. Whatever had just bumped his foot hadn’t been a commando droid’s reaching hand. He was safe amongst brothers, in his own bunk aboard the Jekai.

He was safe.

Trip refrained from collapsing back over into his tangled blanket, but he did close his eyes and run a hand over his face as an excuse to take a second to gather his composure. When he opened them again, his eyes immediately gravitated to the dark silhouette standing at the foot of his bed. His cabin was still semi-dark for his sleep cycle, but he would have recognized his batchmate anywhere.

“It’s just me,” Wisp said quietly. “You said to wake you up when the shuttle arrived.”

“Right,” Trip said, trying to ignore the way his heart was still pounding. He looked at the chrono next to his bunk. He’d slept for six hours. It felt like significantly less. “Sorry about–”

Wisp knocked the side of Trip’s ankle again with the back of his gauntlet, barely more than a tap, but the rebuke was plain enough. Then he held out an insulated, open canteen with his other hand. “It’s the good caf.”

Trip swung his legs over the edge of his cot, took the canteen, and immediately drank from it. The sound he made was verging on pornographic. The caf was dark and sweet, with a pleasantly complex flavor that utterly lacked the metallic aftertaste of the reconstituted sludge they’d generally received during the war. Ripple had appropriated their fancy caf machine and a stash of expensive blends from the last slaver ship they’d taken, and Trip was rapidly becoming addicted to a morning kick that didn’t taste like licking an exhaust port.

“Anything else?” he asked, dragging himself out of his cot with more than a little regret. Adrenaline dump notwithstanding, he had never been much of a morning person. It would have caught him no end of trouble back on Kamino, if not for Wisp being a persistently early riser.

“Nothing much to report from the temple,” Wisp said, leaning back against the wall. “Commander Tano went in maybe fifteen minutes ago.”

That was Captain Rex’s problem, thank the Force. Trip already had his hands full riding herd on his own people, he didn’t have the bandwidth to add a half-grown Jedi to his list of responsibilities. He honestly didn’t know how the Captain did it.

“Right. Fresher, then cargo, then temple,” Trip said, perfectly aware he was rambling. He took another long sip of the truly excellent caf, wishing the stimulant would hit his system a little faster. There’d been something else he was planning on checking on this morning… oh, yeah. “How did Corban’s fish trap work?”

Wisp just snorted and pushed himself away from the wall. “Good at catching fish, bad at keeping out opportunistic predators,” he said, strolling in the direction of the door and flipping on the cabin’s overhead lights. “Gris has some ideas.”

Trip groaned and squinted against the unwelcome brightness, ignoring the way Wisp huffed a quiet laugh at his expense. “Alright, clear out,” he finally grumbled. “I’d rather run through the fresher without an audience.”

Wisp’s raised eyebrow had Trip reaching for something to throw at his brother’s head, but his batchmate had already slipped out of the room by the time his hand landed on a half-used container of blaster oil.

So what if Trip didn’t miss the communal sonics? Privileges of karking command. Wisp had helped himself to Trip’s private fresher enough that he could kark right off with his silent teasing.

Trip was still nursing the cooling canteen of caf when he finally exited the Jekai, looking and feeling somewhat more presentable. The loud thrum of repulsors drew his eyes towards a lumbering slab of a cargo hauler, boxy and ungainly as all kriff. It was slowly sinking towards the ground off to the south of their main camp, stirring up swirling clouds of volcanic dust. They had scouted out another lava tube over there, which was positioned slightly upstream from one of the island’s natural springs. Given the equipment Jesse had told them to expect, it had seemed like the best place to tell Shrike to land.

Now, Trip was just hoping the lava flats would support the cargo ship without sending it sliding down into the tree line. He’d been expecting something a lot smaller.

The hike over to the landing site only took a minute, and Trip found Talon already signaling the other pilot, even if Trip wasn’t looped in on their comms chatter to hear the specifics. The ship’s landing gear eased down against the rolling, black stone, massive, sled-like supports flexing and whining as they tried to settle onto the uneven surface.

Trip hung back throughout the whole process, trying to stay well out of the way. That ended up putting him in the perfect position to see when the landing took a turn for the worse. Broad as the landing gear was, it apparently wasn’t enough to adequately distribute the ship’s weight on the irregular terrain. With a shriek of abused metal, the rearmost support punched through the surface of the volcanic rock, sending the cargo hauler into an awkward list and slamming its belly into the ground.

Lights and sirens erupted in belated warning, and the ship’s hull groaned like a sick bantha.

Trip took a moment to consider if it was too late to go back to bed.

“Okay, I think I’ve got it,” Talon said, head and shoulders deep in an access port near the cargo hauler’s rear loading ramp. “Try it again.”

“Hold on,” Shrike said over their comms.

The hydraulics whined and there was a grinding sound of metal on metal that set Trip’s teeth on edge, but the hatch only dropped open a few inches.

Trip squatted down to look under the recalcitrant ramp. “The frame was bent during the landing,” he reported, eyeing the damage critically. The landing gear had punched through a solid crust of rock on the surface and sunk into a porous-looking layer below. “It’s also wedged on some of the broken rocks.”

“So, are you telling me I should get comfortable?” Shrike said, sounding more than a little annoyed.

Talon had backed out of the access panel and was glaring at the jammed hatch like it had personally offended him. “That door is completely karked,” he said grimly.

“Well, if it’s already karked, then I assume no one will complain if we break it a little more,” Trip commented, rising to his feet.

“I won’t,” Shrike said quickly. “Just get me out of this tub.”

“Let me see if Frag’s available,” Trip said, and then quit the comm channel they’d been sharing. Then he pulled up Captain Rex’s personal codes, intending to ask if his specialists could break away from Jedi-sitting duty to come cut apart the door panels.

The open comm request light blinked in his HUD. For a long moment, no one answered, but then the connection engaged with a burst of startlingly loud static.

Trip hastily cut the line, if only to save his ears. That was odd. He sent the Captain a second comm request, hoping the faulty connection had been a fluke.

This time, no one answered at all. Maybe something was going on at the temple? Trip cancelled the request and pulled up Hunter’s codes.

He didn’t answer either.

Neither did Frag.

Or Lighter.

Something was obviously wrong. Trip’s stomach was twisting itself into knots when he finally got someone at the temple to answer.

“Tech here,” the Bad Batch’s technical specialist answered, sounding distracted and more than a little agitated. “I am dealing with a situation at the moment.”

Trip squashed down his annoyance at that obvious, attempted dismissal, and instead asked, “What situation?”

“We lost contact with Commander Tano, so Captain Rex took the backup team in after her,” Tech replied, speaking a little too quickly, with an edge to his tone that set off alarms in Trip’s head. “They started experiencing… spatial anomalies before their signals cut out too.”

“Spatial anomalies?” Trip repeated stupidly, because apparently his brain would rather stutter over that aspect of the report, and not the fact that the Captain and Commander were both–

“Walls and passages shifting,” Tech replied, and Trip really didn’t like the toneless, too-fast answer.

“Hold your position, I am en route,” Trip replied, words going into command autopilot. He cut the line and took a deep breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth.

Okay… Okay, the Commander was out of contact and so was Captain Rex, along with the entirely of the Bad Batch except Tech, their only medic, and Frag. Kark it, Frag, who’d figured out the quickest way to dismantle a slave collar without detonating it. Frag, who shouldn’t have even been on the front lines yet, who still had the slightest padding of baby fat rounding out his face, and who tried so kriffing hard to prove he was worthy of being in the Raiders despite his age.

Kark it all.

“Talon, call up Gris and Flint. Get them working on prying the hatch open,” Trip said, rejoining the group channel with the two pilots. “Rip it off, if you have to, the magnetic seals are karked one way or the other. I have to get to the temple. Understood?”

There was a long moment of silence, because that wasn’t nearly enough of an explanation to set anyone’s mind at ease. Fortunately, Talon was the kind of brother who was both swift on the uptake and familiar enough to Trip to know that now wasn’t the time. “Understood. We can handle this,” he said, sounding grim.

Trip only heard the first half of Shrike’s tentative, “Is everything al–” before he cut his comm connection and took off for the camp at a jog.

He could run faster, wanted to badly, but a commanding officer in a dead sprint was typically a signal to panic.

And with the Commander and the Captain out of contact, Trip was apparently the commanding officer on site.

Which was really, truly karked.

Trip was good at what he did – that wasn’t arrogance, that was just fact – but what he did was plan and execute small scale missions. Surgical strikes. It was what he had done during the war, and it was the skillset he’d been using to take out slavers after it. Scouting out the site for a kriffing colony had been outside of his usual skillset, but that had been doable. Sort of like taking a particularly bizarre version of shore leave. That was fine.

This? This wasn’t fine.

He’d lost their Captain, the brother responsible for freeing every single one of them, and their Commander, who also happened to be their Jedi. Their only Jedi, and quite possibly the only living Jedi anywhere. Sure, he’d had next to nothing to do with the planning or execution of their mission, but this had all still happened in his area of responsibility and on his watch.

Maybe he could pick up his pace, just a little.

The Raiders had cleared some of the debris from the temple’s courtyard, mostly to make room for a small guard tent, which was currently standing empty just to the right of the stone entranceway. Trip had been keeping two brothers on watch there, just to keep an eye on the temple, but not this morning. Both of their COs, all of Clone Force 99, and two of Trip’s own brothers had seemed like guard enough.

Apparently that had been the wrong call.

Trip didn’t slow down, even as he crossed the threshold into the temple for the first time. The room was enormous. They’d been able to tell that, even from the outside. From the inside, it was even more imposing.

Tech was easy enough to spot, silhouetted by the light from his own workstation in the middle of the high-ceilinged, if dimly-lit hall.

Trip arrived at the glowing, makeshift holotable at an undignified skid, not that Tech seemed to notice, attention fully consumed by the datapad in his hands. “Any change in the situation?” Trip asked, trying to keep his voice calmly professional. He wasn’t terribly successful.

Tech did not answer for a long moment, eyes rivetted to his ‘pad. Names and designations appeared at various points across the map, each hovering next to dots that were all pulsing at different rates. Trip’s eyes darted from name to name, taking a rapid headcount. Seven. There should be seven, but Frag and Lighter were missing. He sucked in a sharp breath, looking back over the map, hoping he’d just missed something.

“They are disappearing and reappearing at irregular intervals,” Tech finally said, briefly glancing in Trip’s direction. The blue glow from the holoprojector reflected off of his goggles, hiding his eyes from view in the semi-darkness. His facial expression was shockingly blank. “I have analyzed a little over half an hour’s worth of data, but I have yet to identify a single underlying, mathematical pattern to their movements or disappearances.”

Trip just stared back, because Frag and Lighter were still missing, and what did that even mean?

Also, did Tech just say he’d analyzed half an hour’s worth of data?

“This started thirty minutes ago?” Trip asked, voice unsteady with something resembling simmering panic and anger.

Tech looked back at his pad. “Thirty-eight minutes, to be precise,” he reported, and his response was a little more stiff than usual, the cadence all off. That was important, but kriff if Trip could consider that too closely, just then.

“Why wasn’t I alerted?” he asked, and now he definitely sounded angry.

“There is nothing you could do,” Tech replied, entering something that sent the map rotating ninety degrees. “I had planned to contact you if that changed.”

What. The. Kriff? “I could have been organizing a second rescue party,” he said, trying to keep a handle on his temper, but seriously. What the actual kriff?

“That would be inadvisable,” Tech said distractedly, mouth tightening into an even thinner line when Hunter and Wrecker’s signals abruptly flickered and disappeared. “Not to mention logistically impossible at the moment.”

Inadvisable? Throttling the only person who had any idea how to keep track of their missing brothers was inadvisable. This was just…

Frag and Lighter’s names and designations appeared at one end of a mapped hallway, and maybe that made something unclench just a little inside Trip’s chest, but only a little.

Not enough to get Tech fully off the hook though. “Explain,” Trip ordered.

Tech didn’t look up. “You may observe the issue for yourself,” he said, nodding towards the darkened area where an arched doorway lay, just barely visible in heavy shadows between fallen sections of recently cut column.

Trip’s hands clenched into fists, because while Tech didn’t actually fall under Trip’s chain of command, Trip definitely didn’t take orders from the Bad Batch’s specialist, and this was skating up right against the amount of insult he was willing to put up with given the current emergency situation.

But then again, Trip also wasn’t an idiot. He knew that Tech tended to come across as casually rude, generally dismissive, and overtly suspicious of any brother who wasn’t a member of his own squad. He was also the smartest brother Trip had ever met, by a long shot, and listening to him, even if he was being a complete shabuir, might just be their best chance to get their brothers and their Jedi back in one piece.

Trip gritted his teeth, pulled a small, hand-held flashlight off of his belt, and stomped over in the direction of the door to ‘observe the issue for himself.’

Except when he arrived, there wasn’t a door, only a time-worn section of wall inset under the arch, utterly devoid of the writing or other decoration that filled the rest of the temple.

Okay.

Trip wasn’t sure precisely what he had been expecting, but it wasn’t this. What in the karking hells was he expected to do about this?

Trip just stood there, staring at the blank wall for quite a bit longer than he probably should have, mind spinning around in pointless circles, trying to come up with something, anything, he could do to fix this.

Maybe it was the way the shadows around him flickered, or maybe something in the back of his mind had recognized the soft scuff of boots over dusty stone, but he wasn’t surprised in the slightest when Wisp appeared next to him, blaster rifle in his hands.

Trip glanced over at his batchmate, whose helmet was canted in a very familiar angle. ‘How kriffed are we?’ it said, as it had dozens, probably hundreds of times on battlefields across the known galaxy.

Trip sighed and shrugged a single shoulder in reply. ‘Pretty kriffed,’ that meant. ‘Still figuring out exactly how badly.’

Wisp’s fingers tapped thoughtfully on his blaster’s grip, but then he swung it over his shoulder by its sling and punched a quick code into his vambrace.

Trip accepted the private comm line immediately.

“So, I’m not seeing the Commander or her entire back up team. You’re glaring at this wall like it insulted your paint job, and Tech is back there hyperventilating,” Wisp said evenly, like he was just commenting on the weather. “Want to catch me up on what I’m missing here?”

Was Tech hyperventilating? That seemed like something Trip should have noticed. He looked over his shoulder to see, even as he pointed at the blank patch of wall and answered, “That used to be a door.”

Tech didn’t look like he was panicking to Trip, but then again, Wisp had always been better at getting a read on their more reserved brothers. If Wisp said Tech was spiraling, then Tech was almost definitely spiraling. At the very least, it meant that Trip should reconsider the way Tech had been acting.

When he returned his attention to his batchmate, Wisp was looking at the former-door and messing with some of the settings on his helmet. No doubt he was cycling through some of the more advanced optics options scouts’ armor had equipped. “That is not a door,” he said dryly.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Ori just commed the ship,” Wisp said, reaching forward and rapping his knuckles against Force-cursed, false-door. “Apparently Kryze showed up at the base, unannounced, demanding a face-to-face meeting with the Commander.”

Trip could feel his blood pressure ticking even further upward, settling into the beginning of a headache behind both of his eyes. “You’ve got to be kriffing with me,” he said under his breath.

It wasn’t a question, but Wisp answered anyway. “Corban saw you tearing off in the direction of the temple like your tail was on fire, so when he couldn’t raise either the Captain or the Commander, he commed me instead. I told him to run interference with the Corries while I scouted out the situation.”

Force, this day just kept getting better and better.

“Right,” he just said, and turned his back on the door. He might not have worked as extensively with Jedi as some of his brothers, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t recognize Force osik when he saw it. There wasn’t a karking thing he could do about this, but maybe the rest he could handle. He could at least keep the situation from bubbling over until the temple decided to return their brothers and their Jedi to them. If it decided to return them.

“Read Corban in on the bare bones of the situation,” Trip said to Wisp. “Discretely. As soon as I get this situation stabilized, I’ll have him patch me through to the base.”

And then brief the other Raiders on the situation.

And then somehow get the Commander and their brothers back.

One problem at a time.

Wisp just nodded, cut his comm connection, and started typing something into his vambrace. What even was the G.A.R. code for, ‘C.O.’s out of contact, on account of Jedi karkery,’ because there had to be one.

Not Trip’s problem. Wisp was keeping a lid on the Corban situation, while Trip did the same with Tech. One problem at a time.

In light of Wisp’s previous comment on Tech’s mental state, Trip took his time walking back to the holoprojection table. He needed a minute to reassess the situation.

Unusually stiff posture, utterly blank expression, rapid typing into the ever-present datapad, punctuated by a brief pause to clench and then stretch slightly shaking fingers.

Ah kriff, Wisp was definitely right. Tech hid it well, but a second look made it obvious how rattled he really was.

“What do you need?” Trip asked, coming to a stop in front of the table. He looked down long enough to note that everyone was currently accounted for, numbers paired off in different regions of the glowing map. Nobody was currently missing. That was something.

Something for later. One problem at a time.

Tech didn’t answer.

Trip just took a steadying breath of his own, and said, “Tech?” a little louder.

Tech’s head snapped up. “What?”

Before, he might have interpreted that curt response as irritation or rude dismissal. Now? Well…

“What do you need?” Trip repeated more slowly. He’d talked down a lot of panicking shinies, back during the war. And sure, Tech wasn’t a shiny, not by a long shot, but the principle was the same. If Trip could just exude enough calm, chances were pretty good he could talk his brother, his younger brother, back onto more stable footing.

Tech just looked at him, brow creasing. “I was incorrect, there is a pattern here,” he finally said, gesturing vaguely to the map. “Or, to be more precise, several interacting patterns. That potentially suggests strategy, an intelligence behind these anomalies.”

That was maybe a good thing, right? You couldn’t reason with an earthquake or an electrical storm, but you could with anything sentient. Maybe they could communicate with this disaster. Trip just nodded, encouraging Tech to continue.

“There is extra equipment on the Marauder,” Tech said, looking back down at his datapad. His grip tightened impossibly, knuckles no doubt white under his gloves and gauntlets. “However, I cannot… I need to monitor the situation, in case any of the variables change.”

Thank kark. That was one thing Trip could handle.

“I can call up Talon,” Trip offered. “Have him bring your ship down to the courtyard.” It’d be a tight fit, but there should be enough room out beyond the entrance.

Tech’s expression dissolved into its first, fully-formed expression of the morning, which seemed like it should have been a positive breakthrough. Unfortunately, it was one of guarded suspicion.

He didn’t immediately refuse though. He was clearly weighing his options. Weighing Trip.

Trip just waited.

“Fine,” Tech finally replied, placing the datapad on the worktable and punching something into his vambrace. A series of numbers popped up in Trip’s HUD, probably some kind of security code.

Trip shot off a quick request to Talon for an update on the situation with the cargo hauler. “Any chance you might have an extra holoprojector in here?” he asked.

Tech was nose-down in his datapad again, but he jerked a distracted nod towards a stack of boxes next to his workstation. The topmost one was spilling over with assorted circuits and pieces of electrical equipment.

Talon’s reply came just as Trip started digging around in the box in earnest. Apparently they’d manage to free Shrike, but the ship wasn’t going to be able to leave atmosphere any time soon. That was so far down Trip’s current list of priorities, he didn’t even bother to comment. He just passed along the security code for the Marauder and requested that the shuttle be delivered as close to the temple entrance as possible without scratching the paint job.

Talon’s reply was filled with scorn, but it shaded more amused than offended, so Trip checked that off his list and moved on to the next thing.

The hand-held holoprojector Trip found in the very bottom of the second box of junk looked like it had been scavenged from a pile of scrapper rejects, but the battered disc did flicker to life with only a little cursing. He craned around, looking for Wisp, and found his brother still standing near the temple’s blocked entrance. From his stance, he was no doubt talking to someone over a private comm line, but he did pause long enough to sign in Trip’s direction.

‘Corban briefed,’ Wisp’s hands flashed in rapid-fire shorthand. ‘Comms are clear.’

Well, at least he wasn’t going to have to speak with Kryze.

It only took Corban a moment to answer Trip’s comm request. He flickered into view above Trip’s palm, visible from the cuirass up.

“Are you still in contact with the base?” Trip asked evenly, just to make absolutely certain that they didn’t have an audience.

“No,” Corban replied, not that there was a drop of relief in his tone. “Wisp said there’s a situation with the temple?”

Yeah, you could probably call it a ‘situation.’ A karking nightmare of a situation.

But Trip wasn’t about to lay that level of honesty on his brothers unless and until he absolutely had to. “It’s just Force osik,” he said as calmly as he could. “I’m sure the Commander’s got it under control.”

Wisp found Trip sitting in the guard tent, taking five minutes to just breathe and drinking down yet another canteen of caf. He wasn’t sure how many he’d had today. Yesterday?

He checked his chrono.

Definitely yesterday, technically making this his first cup of the day. Which technically was day two of this comprehensive disaster.

Lighter wouldn’t approve.

Lighter was trapped in an underground, space-warping crypt, so he wasn’t exactly around to provide his professional, medical opinion on Trip’s caf intake.

“You’re going to get the shakes, if you keep this up,” Wisp said, ducking under the tied-back tent flap.

Trip held up his left hand and watched his fingers twitch and tremble slightly in the semi-darkness. “Already have them,” he admitted, letting his hand drop onto his cuisse. “I grabbed some stims, I’ll take some soon.” Truth was, he really, really didn’t want to. Oh, stims worked just fine when they first kicked in, but he tended to puke when he came down off of them.

Wisp just stared at Trip. It was too dark to see his expression without his helmet on, but Trip could guess. Instead of calling him a flagrant liar, Wisp just said, “Tech think’s his program’s cracked the translation enough to be useful.”

That got Trip’s attention. “Okay,” he said, picking up his helmet and dragging himself to his feet unsteadily.

Wisp stepped aside to let Trip walk, or stagger maybe, out of the tent. He could do that in front of Wisp, be a wreck, when he couldn’t in front of their other brothers. Not if he wanted them to stay calm enough to function.

Maybe that wasn’t fair to Wisp, denying him the false sense of security he was trying to build for the others, but Trip couldn’t hide a kriffing thing from his batchmate on a good day, much less whatever you’d call today. Yesterday. Kriff, whatever.

Trip had managed to inject a little beskar back into his spine by the time they made it to the back of the temple where Tech was propped up on an empty crate, shuffling between multiple datapads and dealing with stim-induced jitters of his own.

The workstation was a complete disaster, but when Tech noticed their approach, he still managed to lay his hands on the datapad he wanted without even looking at it. “Here,” he said. “Read the highlighted section.”

Trip dropped his helmet on the corner of the workstation and took the datapad. The words looked a little blurry, so he rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried again.

Better.

The text was still full of gaps and alternate word selections, but far more of it was filled in than the last time he’d checked in on the program’s progress. He skimmed over the results, vaguely reminded of a highly redacted mission report, before he landed on a highlighted stretch of minimally interrupted text.

‘…[peace/solitude/serenity] all [guides/theologians/teachers] who [seek/hunt/pursue] [context/wisdom/framework] for…???... [students/children/disciples]. [Commune/speak/converse] with the…???... and receive…???... [heart/soul/essence]…???... the [minerals/crystals/gems] [grown/raised/cultivated] of those who [transfigured/transitioned/transformed] before…’

There wasn’t enough caf in the galaxy to deal with reading much more of that, but Tech wouldn’t have pointed it out if he hadn’t thought it was important.

The mention of crystals stuck out most in Trip’s mind. “This is about the kyber crystals?” he asked, handing the datapad back to Tech.

“I believe that some ancient sect of Jedi used this site to obtain kyber crystals and commune with their previous owners,” Tech said, flipping the datapad around and scrolling down through more lines of text. “Look, there are additional entries that corroborate–”

“That’s alright, I’ll take your word for it,” Trip interrupted, half because he was going to go cross-eyed reading that gibberish and half because he really did trust Tech to have the gist of the inscriptions correct. He almost asked why that was important, but his caf-soaked brain settled on several potential answers to his own question. Maybe a bunch of dead Jedi were trying to give their brothers visions, but since they weren’t Force-sensitive, they weren’t taking? Maybe the tunnels weren’t going to let them out until they’d all found the right kyber crystals?

He really needed to take those stims. The caf just wasn’t hacking it, and he wasn’t ten anymore.

“We could upload an abbreviated report into an improvised transmitter,” Tech said, surveying his cluttered workstation with something resembling mild annoyance. “Assuming those periodic burst of static indicate an intermittent connection with the others, they may be able to receive small datafiles. If that doesn’t work, then it’s also possible that Hunter would be able to sense extremely low frequency signals directly, which opens up the possibility of using dot slash codes.”

“Good idea,” Trip said, and maybe it really was. Wouldn’t that be something? “Anything else?”

“It may also be worthwhile to attempt to communicate with the intelligence guiding the temple’s actions,” Tech replied matter-of-factly.

Yeah, that was also a good… wait. “What?”

“If the shifting nature of the catacombs is being driven by the whims of the Force, then there is little we can do except wait, but if these deceased Jedi are involved somehow, perhaps we can communicate with them,” Tech said, placing his current datapad on the table and entering something into his vambrace. “Once I finish composing an appropriate message.”

Trip blinked, turned and looked at Wisp, who looked about as bemused as Trip felt. “You going to just talk to the wall?” he asked cautiously, really trying not to offend Tech, not when they’d seemed to have reached some kind of rapport here, but still. What?

Tech paused, hand hovering over his vambrace for an awkward moment. “Yes, I suppose that it one way to describe it,” he finally said.

Well, it wasn’t the worst suggestion Trip had heard today. Yesterday. “Yeah, okay,” he said. “But maybe, let’s start with that transmitter first?”

The look Tech gave him was scathing. “Of course, but I will require a helmet.”

Trip had given up even questioning Tech’s odd litany of requests. They always had a logical explanation, and he was too tired to indulge in pointless curiosity at that point. “Will it survive whatever you’re going to do to it?” Trip asked instead, because if the answer was no, they were going to have to see if they still had some un-recycled stormtrooper garbage knocking around in the Jekai’s hold or something.

“Yes, I merely need to wire a datapad into one of the internal ports,” Tech said. “Neither their trackers nor their med-links are experiencing the same disruptions as their comms, so it seems likely that we could hijack an alternate frequency to–”

Wisp was already extending his own helmet, even before Trip managed to successfully wave off the entirely-too-detailed explanation.

Trip had been just about to offer his own bucket, but in retrospect, this was probably for the best. He had promised the other Raiders regular updates. Same for their brothers back at the Wadj base, and the Guards, and who even knew who else at this point.

He felt a little guilty about his brother having to give up a piece of his armor though, even temporarily. Especially when Wisp was looking like hammered haran without his helmet to hide behind.

Tech, as usual, seemed oblivious to any sentimental value that might be attached to a piece of gear and promptly flipped the helmet and started threading wires up into the circuitry that framed the interior rim of Wisp’s visor.

A signal popped up in Trip’s HUD when Tech hooked two of the wires up to one of the numerous datapads. The text which would usually report the sender’s designation was garbled, but once he applied a force over-ride, it opened to reveal a terse, written message.

‘Appropriate kyber possibly required. Associated Force visions?’

If there was a shorter way to communicate that level of detail, Trip wasn’t alert enough to think of it.

Tech wasn’t done though. He was connecting a few more wires into cobbled together mess which seemed to include an ignition switch from some kind of civilian speeder.

Trip was so focused on whatever the kriff Tech was doing, it took him a moment to register when Tech asked, “You are familiar with dot slash codes, I assume?”

Wisp was a bit more on the ball though, because he was already answering, “Yes,” in a tone that suggested he was stifling an eye roll while Trip was still halfway through mapping out his own, half-offended response.

“Good,” Tech said, sliding the switch across the table alongside yet another datapad. “Send that message, half speed, and let me know if anything changes in the map readouts.” That second instruction was directed towards Trip, because apparently Trip was taking orders from the Bad Batch’s specialist after all. “I have assembled several of the most likely pronunciations of the translated text, based on points of commonality between a number of linguistically related dialects from this section of the Outer Rim.”

Right, talking to a wall. Trip wasn’t going to write this up in anything resembling a formal after action report. He refused.

“What are you going to say?” he asked, because apparently all of them had lost their minds, and he might as well embrace that fact.

“That none of our brothers are Force sensitive,” Tech said, scanning the map readout again, eyes clearly catching on his own squadmates. “Alert me to any changes in their positions.”

That was easy enough.

Tech’s first attempt didn’t yield any tangible results, other than to convince Trip there was something aberrant about Tech’s vocal cords in addition to his other mutations, because he had no idea how his brother was making all of those oddly pitched clicks and tonal sounds without obvious vowels. The Commander’s designation on the map wasn’t moving, and neither were Hunter’s or Wrecker’s. Captain Rex and Echo were going through one of their stomach-twisting disappearing acts, while Frag and Lighter were maybe halfway down the long, straight hallway they’d been repeating for hours.

Wisp’s trigger was tapping away at the switch, short and long pauses distantly familiar. Trip tuned it out, focusing on the map, their brothers’ designations, and their Commander’s unmoving icon.

Tech had recited the nonsensical phrase three times with a decent wait in between reps to see if any response might be forthcoming, and then he had moved on to the next potential pronunciations.

And the next.

Trip leaned forward in front of the map, elbows on the table, palms pressed together in front of his mouth, thumbs hooked under his chin in something resembling support. The hopeless feeling he’d been shoving aside since the previous morning was growing harder to ignore.

Tech had just started on his second repetition of his fifth variant when Trip saw something shift.

“Do you see something?” Wisp asked, glancing over at his brother, trigger finger still tapping out the same, repeating code. At least one of them was still fit to multitask.

“Look next to Lighter and Frag,” Tech said in a low undertone. “Is that a hallway on their left?”

It took a second for Wisp to spot what Trip was talking about, but when he did, his eyes snapped back up to Trip.

“Tech,” Trip said, and then when their brother didn’t respond, he yelled, “Tech!”

Tech stopped mid-gargling note and snapped, “What?”

“There’s a new fork off of Frag’s and Lighter’s position,” Trip said. “It’s angled towards Commander Tano’s loop.”

“Let me see.”

All three of them were there to see when Commander Tano’s designation abruptly streaked between the gap that had separated their paths, mapping a brand new section of hallway in her wake.

Trip fumbled with one of the pouches on his belt, pulling out the battered holoprojector. “Tech, keep saying… whatever you were saying. Wisp, you too,” Trip said, punching in the code for the Jekai into his vambrace. When Flint answered, he just plowed over his brother’s half-formed question. “Get me connected with whoever’s on comms at Draboon and Wadj. Something’s happening.”

Flint had followed Trip’s orders not to wake the others when Commander Tano had seemingly met up with Lighter and Frag.

He didn’t when the Hunter and Wrecker had merged into the group.

The rest of the Raiders, Flint included, had descended on the temple in a tense, hopeful pack. Trip had absolutely torn into Flint over that, until Reef had intervened, reporting that Shrike had volunteered to stay behind and man the comms.

Eidan had shoved a fresh canteen of caf into Trip’s hands.

Trip knew perfectly well that he was being managed, but given that they hadn’t actually left the ship and the comms unattended, he just glowered and sipped his karking caf.

Ridge had commed just before dawn to let Trip know they were sending a small relief team to the island. Trip hadn’t thought to ask who they were sending or when they would be arriving. The main group of designation numbers had been closing in on Captain Rex’s and Echo’s position on the projected map.

He’d been a little distracted.

“Any ideas about the wall?” Trip asked Tech. They were both standing in front of the blocked exit from the catacombs, eyeing it critically.

“I suspect it will move of its own accord,” Tech said dismissively. “If it does not, then I suppose I should start translating a warning about Wrecker’s inventory of portable ordinance.”

Trip snorted. They still didn’t know which of their laser-brained communications attempts, if any, had actually managed to work. Maybe none of them had. Maybe the Commander and their brothers had figured it all out on their own.

Maybe the Force had just taken a little pity on them.

Trip had passed ‘exhausted’ hours ago, and he still hadn’t taken any real stims, but a high-pitched whine still managed to draw his wandering attention back towards the temple’s main exit. It was hard to tell, over the sound of the Raiders talking excitedly around the holoprojection table, but still, that had sounded like… “Was that a starfighter?” he asked.

Tech turned to glance over his shoulder and made a non-committal noise. “The pitch does suggest a small craft with a single ion engine,” he said. “The time would be correct for Ridge’s relief team to arrive.”

The room suddenly stilled.

Trip froze, weary brain still registering mild alarm, but slow to catch on to what the problem was.

“Trip, behind you,” Wisp said from the other side of the holoprojection table, his expression almost fully concealed on the far side of the glowing map.

Trip whirled.

The tunnel stood open again, exuding that same feeling of unnatural calm that Trip hadn’t trusted before and he certainly didn’t trust now.

“Hunter, do you read me?” Tech was already saying directly into his vambrace.

Trip fumbled with his helmet so he could hear whatever response might be incoming, but the way Tech’s shoulders slumped in relief was answer enough.

“… Taking a while,” Hunter was saying, sounding about as weary as Trip felt. “Frag sprained his ankle.”

“Technically, I sprained Frag’s ankle,” Commander Tano confessed, sounding very apologetic.

They were alive. They were all alive, and if a sprained ankle was the worst of it…

Trip’s brain fuzzed out a little, from relief and too much caf on too little food. His brothers, his Raiders were slapping him on the back, congratulating him like he’d done a kriffing thing to help. Reef and Eidan were giving Tech the same treatment, and that seemed a little more appropriate.

A familiar hand tugged him back by the elbow. Wisp. Of course it was.

“How about you sit down before you fall down,” his batchmate said in a low tone, for Trip’s ears alone. Which was fair, even if Trip didn’t want to admit it. Maybe he just needed a minute. Or ten.

He couldn’t see when the others finally emerged from the crypts, not with his brothers packed around the entrance to the catacombs, but their uproar felt like it had physical weight. He caught sight of striped montrals and familiar armor amidst the crowd, and that was enough.

Or it was, until Lighter had pushed his way out of the group and glowered down at Trip.

“What stimulants are you on?” Lighter asked, sporting far more than a day’s worth of facial hair growth and quite visibly annoyed.

Trip just stared for a second, caught off guard by the absurdity of his medic’s irritation. As if Trip was the one who needed medical attention just then.

“How’s the kid?” he asked, not even trying to prevent his medic from leaning over and popping the seals on his helmet, tugging at the high collar of his blacks, and digging two fingers into the pulse point on the side of this throat.

“Apparently he never heard of Togrutan eye shine and got himself tackled in self-defense,” Lighter answered dryly. “But other than that, fine. Now, what stimulants have you taken?”

“Uh, caf,” Trip admitted. “A whole lot of caf.”

“Lucky di’kut,” Lighter said, but he sounded relieved. “Means you can take this.”

He slapped a single use pill pack against Trip’s chest. Trip caught it and looked down at the label blearily. It was a heavy sedative.

Trip laughed, but it was barely more than a tired exhale. “Good to have you back.”

AN: Other chapters are available here.

Dividers by freesia-writes using helmets by lornaka. More designs available here.

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Reki Kyan (Lune)

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES

Annabelle Cane (Myco)

Gerard Keay (Kendal)*

Michael (Myco)

TOONTOWN

Brian (The Prethinker) (Eddie)

Graham Ness Payser (Caspian)

TOUKEN RANBU

Higekiri (Nils)

Mikazuki Munechika (Laila)

TWISTED WONDERLAND

Azul Ashengrotto (Aria)

Leona Kingscholar (Aster)

Silver (Jin2)

UNIKITTY!

Master Frown (Rascal)

XENOBLADE

Noah (Delta)

ZENO

Aki Maeno (Krypto)

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fredcasden · 2 years ago

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For the past few years I’ve been keeping track of every game finished over on twitch.tv/fredcasden, and here is the list for 2022. This year’s total stands at 60. How many will be repeated next year... we’ll just have to wait and see

01/07 - Pokemon Shining Pearl 01/17 - Fist of the North Star: Lost Paradise 01/20 - Life of Fly 01/24 - Battletoads 01/25 - Mortal Kombat vs DC Universe 01/26 - Gears 5 01/29 - Disney-Pixar Brave 02/08 - Life is Strange: Remastered 02/13 - Life is Strange - Before the Storm: Remastered 02/15 - Kingdom Hearts III 02/19 - Life of Fly 2 02/22 - Tell Me Why 02/26 - Mortal Kombat IX 02/28 - Light Fairytale Episode 1 03/01 - Street Fighter Alpha 2 Gold 03/01 - Street Fighter Zero 3 Upper 03/01 - Super Gem Fighter Mini Mix 03/07 - What Remains Of Edith Finch 03/09 - WWF SmackDown 2: Know Your Role 03/12 - Teen Titans 03/14 - Sonic Generations 03/15 - P.O.W. Prisoners of War 03/15 - Beast Busters 03/16 - Ugly Americans: Apocalypsegeddon 03/21 - Contrast 03/23 - Gears of War: Ultimate Edition 04/02 - Apocalypse 04/19 - Mass Effect 2 04/23 - Dragon Ball Z: Budokai 05/17 - Chrono Cross: The Radical Dreamers Edition 05/22 - Marvel vs Capcom: Clash of Super Heroes EX Edition 05/30 - Lego Batman: The Video Game 06/02 - Ghostbusters: The Video Game (Xbox 360 Version) 06/11- Capcom Fighting Evolution 06/18 - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Shredder's Revenge 06/21 - Persona 5 Royal 07/11 - Doctor Who: The Lonely Assassins 07/18 - Persona 4: Arena 07/23 - Tekken Tag Tournament 2 07/25 - Castle of Illusion Starring Mickey Mouse 07/30 - Persona 5: Strikers 08/06 - Stray 08/12 - My Little Pony: A Maretime Bay Adventure 08/22 - Mass Effect 3 09/02 - Under Night In-Birth Exe:Late[cl-r] 09/05 - LEGO Indiana Jones: The Original Adventures 09/12 - Murdered: Soul Suspect 09/16 - The Quarry 09/20 - Tekken 7 10/03 - Overwatch 10/10 - The Last of Us Remastered 10/14 - Persona 5: Dancing in Starlight 10/28 - Until Dawn 11/18 - Persona 3: Dancing in Moonlight 11/21- Star Trek Prodigy: Supernova 11/22 - Dragon Ball FighterZ 11/23 - Fallout 76 12/09 - Persona 4: Dancing All Night 12/13 - Games of Thrones: A Telltale Series 12/20 - Abzu

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chemicalbrew · 2 years ago

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i think i did it!

1. Title screen music

Title Theme (Super Mario Maker)

Main Theme (Papers, Please)

Pizza Deluxe (Pizza Tower)

Title (DynamiTracer)

Main Theme (Super Smash Bros. Brawl)

2. Opening level music

Toasty Buns (Parappa the Rapper 2)

Mines of Narshe (Final Fantasy VI)

Naraku – Upper Strata (Shin Megami Tensei IV)

Mines C (Spelunky)

Everblight Plain (Xenoblade 3)

3. Music from a shooter (I don't play those so I have no way to get more than the minimum)

Alterna Challenge Stage 4 (Splatoon 3) ~ the bang bing

Mountain Retreat (Resident Evil 6)

4. Music from a console-exclusive series

godsibb (Xenosaga 3)

Dog Ninja (Rhythm Heaven DS)

Labyrinth I - The Green Green Woodlands (Etrian Odyssey 1)

Arena Entrance (Fire Emblem 4: Genealogy of the Holy War)

Sky Diving (Pilotwings SNES)

5. Hub/overworld music

Hermit's Garden (Trails in the Sky the 3rd)

Large Map (Shin Megami Tensei III: Nocturne)

Scuttle Town (Shantae and the Pirate's Curse)

The Phantom World (Gurumin)

Harlech (Xanadu Next)

6. Music that makes you feel relaxed

In the Deep Woods (Stardew Valley)

Sponge Cave Spelunking (Yoshi's Woolly World)

We Have to Leave This Town Because I Have Done Something Unforgivable (Peter Talisman: Lord of the Harvest)

Aurora's Theme (Child of Light)

The Elemental Stars (Golden Sun)

7. Music from an indie game

Howling Wind (Sakuna: Of Rice and Ruin)

Balcony (Cave Story)

A Conspiracy (Cosmic Star Heroine)

click (Cookie Clicker)

Come Closer (Coffee Talk)

8–bit music

Overworld (Kid Icarus)

Factory (MOTHER 1)

Vampire Killer (Castlevania)

Theme 2 (Tetris NES)

Fever (Dr. Mario NES)

9. Music from a licensed game

Pizza Theme (Spider–Man 2: The Game)

Dreaming of Crits (Battle Chasers: Nightwar)

HACHI – Matryoshka (featured in Hatsune Miku: Project Mirai DX)

Simple and Clean (Kingdom Hearts)

Pepsi Man Theme Song (Pepsi Man)

10. RPG battle music

Rude Buster (Deltarune ch.1)

Kiss of Jealousy (Live a Live)

Gale (Radical Dreamers)

Battle 2 (CrossCode)

First Reaping (Grimm's Hollow)

11. Puzzle game music

Thiana's Theme \ Forest Stage (Panel de Pon)

Tutorial (Brain Age)

Wario Puzzle 2 (Mario's Super Picross)

Luke's Door (Professor Layton and the Last Specter)

Fruit on Grass (Baba is You)

12. Music that makes you sad

Radiant Historia (Radiant Historia)

Depression Blues (Legend of Mana)

Ending 1 (Brandish 1)

Undertale (Undertale)

Schala's Theme (Chrono Trigger)

13. Favorite from a game you don't like

Forest Chillin' (OMORI)

Meridianus (Birth ME Code)

Village of Rynoka (Moonlighter)

Character Select (ARMS)

Strato (Owlboy)

14. Music featuring lyrics

Main Theme (Daytona USA)

Drifting Away (WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgame$!)

The Pantheon (Ain't Gonna Catch You) (Bastion)

Shadowbringers (Final Fantasy XIV)

Satisfy (The World Ends With You)

15. Boss battle music

Boss Battle 1 (Kid Icarus: Uprising)

Battle! (Reshiram\Zekrom) (Pokemon Black\White)

Chaotic Dance (Baten Kaitos)

Death Match with Torna (Xenoblade 2)

Limit Force (Legend of Heroes V)

16-bit music

Pascal's Theme (Shin Megami Tensei)

Funky's Fugue (Donkey Kong Country)

Theme of Bass Fishing No. 1 (Shigesato Itoi's Bass Fishing No. 1)

Here's Some Weapons (Mario RPG)

Sanctuary Guardian (EarthBound)

17. Music you never get tired of

Dreams of Love and Literature (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Main Theme (Pandora's Tower)

b0f (Rinne)

The Bloodless (Hades)

Rollerdisco Rumble (Rhythm Doctor)

18. Music from a game released the year you were born

Ghost Gulping (Paper Mario)

Rhythm and Balance (Sonic Adventure 2)

2 AM (Animal Crossing)

Forest of Hope (Pikmin)

Monsoon Forest (Wario Land 4)

19. A(n official) cover of VGM

Stranger (Brandish 2, from Falcom Vocal Special J.D.K. BAND 3)

Title (Mario Kart 64, from MK64 on Club Circuit)

Brat Overflow ~ Branched (13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim, from 13SAR Remix & Arrange Album - The Branched)

Road to Where the Dragon Sleeps (Zwei 1, from "zwei!!" SUPER ARRANGE VERSION)

First Steps (Celeste, from Celeste Piano Collections)

20. Music from a racing game (I don't play those :D)

Rainbow Road (Super Mario Kart)

Mute City (F-ZERO)

City Trial (Kirby Air Ride)

21. Music you associate with frustration

Temple –Heritage– (Brandish 4)

Proper Rhythm (Unbeatable)

Mausoleum Mash (Crypt of the NecroDancer)

Paternal Horn (NiGHTS into Dreams…)

DARKNESS (Ghost Trick)

22. Town/village music

My Village is Number One (Xenogears)

Village of Inoa (Alundra)

A Day in the Village (Chained Echoes)

Harmonious Moment (Tales of Phantasia)

Frontier Town –Casnan– (Ys: Memories of Celceta)

23. Underrated music (PC-98 music)

Abandoned District (Possessioner)

Tied Up (Ace of Spades)

vac_09 (Doki Doki Vacation)

Hometown (Remix city) (Grounseed)

Level 5 (Revival Xanadu 2 Remix)

24. Music you have stuck in your head \ find catchy

Desert (Normal) (Monarch Monarch)

Narrative of an Illusion (Vantage Master Japan)

Rockmen (Explore) (FTL: Faster Than Light)

Clarification (Zero Escape: Virtue's Last Reward)

Block Destruction (3D Dot Game Heroes)

25. Music that gets you pumped

Bloody River (Sorcerian)

Megalith -Agnus Dei- (Ace Combat 04: Shattered Skies)

Eclipse of the Sun (Hyrule Warriors)

Price (Persona 5)

Teknopathetic (Jet Set Radio Future)

26. Music from a game you haven't played

Propaganda (Beyond Good and Evil)

Low Layer Area (Breath of Fire V: Dragon Quarter)

Buying Goods at Palmira (Evergrace)

Sims Vacation (The Sims: Vacation)

What U Need (Sonic Rush)

27. Music from a handheld game

Twilight Wanderers (Ys vs. Trails in the Sky)

The Great Sage's Theme (Miitopia)

Rhythm Code (Kirby: Planet Robobot)

Burned Relic (Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Blue Rescue Team)

Kinshicho - Kinshi Park (Shin Megami Tensei IV: Apocalypse)

28. Music that makes you feel nostalgic

Opening (Dragon Slayer)

Dreams of Our Generation (Rhythm Heaven Fever)

level 3 (Botanicula)

Investigation (Astral Chain)

Quake (Soukaigi)

29. Final boss music

Zanza the Divine (Xenoblade 1)

The Azure Arbitrator (Trails to Azure)

Serpent Eating the Horizon (Bravely Default)

The Strongest Foe (Ys: Oath in Felghana)

Impossible (Transistor)

30. Credits music

Turnabout Revival (Ace Attorney 1)

Come and See (Katana ZERO)

Bound Together (Pyre)

Quietus (999: Nine Hours, Nine Persons, Nine Doors)

Happy Shabby Parade (Chulip)

(bonus) 31. Game Over music

Agnostic Shutdown (Head AS Code)

Stay In Your Coma (OFF)

Time For A Chance Meeting (Dinosaur)

I Closed My Eyes (Secret of Mana)

Game Over (Zelda: Minish Cap)

Kind of want to redo the 30 day video game music challenge. And this time without limiting myself to one answer per question and trying to be as diverse as possible

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animepopheart · 3 years ago

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Master List of Christmas Anime Episodes

Last year on my blog, we posted a full list of every Christmas anime episode known to man (well, maybe not quite...more on that below), based both on an old forum post that I think is now lost to time, and additional efforts to add missing episodes and update it.

Check out the list below if you want to anime-style Christmas cheer! And please help us make the list more complete by reblogging to get this out there and replying with which episodes we’re missing or any we got wrong! We’ll be happy to credit you if we add any episodes you tell us about.

Note: Linked reference notes below lead to articles we’ve written about those specific Christmas episodes.

.hack//Quantum (three OVAs)

009-1 (OVA) (Ep. 2) – “Holy Night”

Accel World (Bonus) (Ep. 7) – “Achel World Seven”

Acchi Kocchi (Ep. 10) – “Bear Encounter ⇔ Lovelymas”

Ace Attorney (Ep. 8) – “Turnabout Goodbyes – 1st Trial”

After School Dice Club (Ep. 10) – “Happy Holy Night” [1]

Aggretsuko (Ep. 11) – “We Wish You a Metal Christmas”

Ai Yori Aoshi ~ Enishi (Special) – “Beautiful Snow” [1]

Aikatsu! (Eps. 12, 114, 165) – “We Wish You a Merry Christmas!”, “Happy Tree Christmas☆,” “Luminas☆Christmas”

Amagami SS (series)

The Ancient Magus Bride (Eps. 16-17) – “God’s mill grinds slow but sure.,” “Look before you leap.” [1]

Angel Beats! (Ep. 7) – “Alive” [1, 2, 3]

Asteroid in Love (Ep. 8) – “Winter Diamond”

Astro Boy (Ep. 13) – “The Light Ray Robot”

Azumanga Daioh (Ep. 17) – “December / Incredible Santa / Christmas Meeting” [1]

B Gata H Kei (Eps. 4) – “Throbbing Christmas Eve. What Does a First Kiss Taste Like?”

B Gata H Kei: Yamada’s First Time (Ep. 11) - “Year 2 Class H’s Christmas Eve! Take Me To Bed!” (via DaijoubuJoeKun) NEWLY ADDED

Baka to Test (Christmas special)

Baka to Test to Shōkanjū (Ep. 8) – “Runaway and Maze and the Summoned Beast Instrumentality Project”

Bakuman (Eps. 23-24) – “Winning and Losing,” “Imagination and Presentation” [1]

Bakuon!! (Ep. 8) - “Winter Break” (via DaijoubuJoeKun) NEWLY ADDED

Bartender (Ep. 10) – “Christmas Miracle” [1]

Big-O (Ep. 11) – “Daemonseed” [1, 2]

Blend S (Ep. 12) - "I Love You!" (via DaijoubuJoeKun) NEWLY ADDED

Blue Period (Ep. 6) – “Serious Mental Breakdown”

Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo (Ep. 2) – “Let’s Get Wiggy With It”

Bokura Ga Ita (Ep. 24) – Episode Twenty-Four

Boys Be… (Ep. 11) – “The First Snowfall”

Canvas 2: Niji Iro no Sketch (Ep. 23) – “Christmas Colored Decision”

Cardcaptor Sakura (Eps. 35, 62) – “Sakura’s Wonderful Christmas, “Sakura, the Cards, and the Presents / A Present For the Cards” [1, 2]

Cardfight!! Vanguard (Ep. 454) – “Examinees’ Merry Christmas”

Carole & Tuesday (Ep. 21) – “It’s Too Late”

Charger Girl Ju-den Chan (Ep. 10) – “Present!?”

Cheer Danshi!! (Ep. 7) – “Strain”

Chi’s Sweet Home (Ep. 58) – “Chi Wishes Upon A Star”

Chihayafuru (Ep. 23) – “The Night is Nearly Past”

Chocotto Sister (Ep. 24) – “Happy Christmas” [1]

Chrono Crusade (Ep. 12) – “Holy Night” [1]

Citrus (Ep. 8) – “war of love”

City Hunter 2 (Eps. 37-38) – “To Kaori From Ryo, With Love At Christmas: Episode 1”, “To Kaori From Ryo, With Love At Christmas: Episode 2” (via tomodachi-to-koibito)

Comic Party (Ep. ?)

Clannad After Story (Ep. 10) – “Season of Beginnings” [1, 2, 3]

Crayon Shin-chan (Eps. 32, 127, 213, 258) – “Action Mask and Xmas,” “Miss Yoshinaga’s Eve,” “Christmas Party with Schoolchildren / Selling Christmas Cakes / Looking Forward to My Present from Santa,” “Miss Matsuzaka is Not Alone on Christmas”

Cyborg 009 (Ep. 11) – “Christmas Eve Mirage”

Dai Guard (Ep. 13) – “Things That Can be Forgiven, Things that Can’t be Forgiven”

Death Note (Eps. 33-34) – “Scorn,” “Vigilance” [1]

Delinquent Hamsters – “Christmas Eve Punks,” “Chris Moose is for Good Ham”

Denkigai no Honya-san (Episodes 3, 9) - "Party Hard," Snowy Night" (via DaijoubuJoeKun) NEWLY ADDED

Detective Conan (Ep. 42, OVA 2) – “Karaoke Box Murder Case,” “The Santa Claus of Summer” (via tomodachi-to-koibito)

Devil Lady (Ep. 11) – “Box”

Digimon Adventure 02 (Eps. 38, 42) – “A Very Digi-Christmas (Holy Night the Digimon Big Gathering!),” “Digimon World Tour, Part 3 (Love and Borscht, The Ferocious Battle)”

Digimon Universe: Appli Monsters (Ep. 13) – “The Christmas Disappeared!? The Calendar Thief Calendarmon!”

Dinosaur King (Ep. 45) – “Santa Saurus!”

The Disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya (Movie) [1]

The Disappearance of Nagato Yuki-chan (Eps. 1-2) – “Precious Place,” “Joy to the World”

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. (Season 1 Ep. 32, Season 2 Ep. 1) – “Frolic! Silent Night,” “Another Christmas Challenge!”

Doki Doki School Hours (Ep. 7) - "Santa Girl and New Years' Fun" (via @lancernolancing) NEWLY ADDED

Doraemon (Ep. 486, 87, 488, 489, 643, 652, 692, 956, 1332, 1428, 1523 – “Day Changing Calendar,” “Nobita and Doraemon’s Christmas (part 1),” “Nobita and Doraemon’s Christmas (part 2),” “Mini Santa,” “Nobita’s Christmas Play,” “Snow in March,” “Flying Christmas,” “Time Skipping Pulley,” “Santa’s Chimney,” “Santa Mail,” “Santa Bag and Christmas,”

Dr. Slump Arale-Chan (Ep. 35, 87, 138, 162, 236) - "Bad Bad Santa," "Arale the Super Prize Girl," "Painful Christmas Day," "The Christmas Lie," The Horror of Black Santa!!" (via Matthew Lucas) NEWLY ADDED

Dr. Stone (Ep. 21) – “Spartan Crafts Club” [1]

Dropkick on My Devil! (Ep. 3) – “Episode 3”

D.N.Angel (Ep. 25) – “The Black Wings”

The Duke of Death and His Maid – Episode 9

Ef – A Tale of Melodies (Series) [1]

Ef – A Tale of Memories (Series) [1]

Excel Saga (Ep. 12) – “Big City Part II”

Di Gi Charat (Eps. 16, 21) – “Usada Explodes,” “Di Gi Charat Christmas Special”

Fairy Tail (OVA) – “Fairies’s Christmas”

Fate/Grand Order -MOONLIGHT/LOSTROOM-

Flint the Time Detective (Ep. 13) – “Cavemen’s Christmas”

Food Wars (Ep. 79) – “A Midsummer Christmas”

Fresh Pretty Cure! (Ep. 45) – “We are Four Pretty Cures! Separation in Christmas Eve!!”

Full Moon wo Sagashite (Ep. 37) – “A Present from Full Moon” [1]

Futari wa Pretty Cure (Ep. 44) – “A Holiday Visitor / I Couldn’t Be Happier!? Nagisa’s White Christmas”

Futari wa Pretty Cure Max Heart (Ep. 42) – “A Rink Full of Sweethearts? Slipping and Falling into Grave Danger!”

Futari wa Pretty Cure Splash Star (Ep. 45) – “Cake, Kazuya and Christmas!”

Gabriel DropOut (Ep. 9) – “Christmas and New Year’s Eve Surprise”

Gal & Dino (Ep. 1-2) - "Nice to Meet You! & Look, Kitties!", "My Friend's Coming Over & I Ran Into Your Ex" (via @lancernolancing) NEWLY ADDED

Gakuen Babysitters (Ep. 12) (via DaijoubuJoeKun) NEWLY ADDED

Ghost Hunt (Ep. 12-13) – “FILE 5: Silent Christmas Part 1,” “File 5: Silent Christmas Part 2”

Gintama (Eps. 37, 200-201) – “People Who Say That Santa Doesn’t Really Exist Actually Want to Believe in Him,” [1, 2] “Santa Claus Red Is Blood Red,” “Everybody’s A Santa” (via squirrelstothenuts)

Golden Time (Ep. 24) – “Golden Time”

Golgo 13 (Ep. 37) – “Christmas 24 Hours”

Gosick (Ep. 22) – “A Christmas Carol Decorates the Windowsill’s Happiness”

(MS) Gundam 0080: War in the Pocket (Ep. 5) – “Say it Ain’t So, Bernie!”

Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz (OVA)

Gunparade March (Ep. 12) – “Whenever You Say Goodbye”

Gunslinger Girl (Ep. 4) – “Bambola – Doll”

Hamtaro (TV) (Eps. 25, 77, 129, 180, 231, 232, 283) – “Merry Christmas!,” “A Wonderful Santa Claus!,” “Mimi’s Christmas,” “The Mysterious Gift,” “Arriving to Your Smile!,” “It’s Santa,” “Merry Christmas!,” “A Christmas Ride!”

Hanamaru Kindergarten (Ep. 12A) - "A Hanamaru Christmas” (via DaijoubuJoeKun) NEWLY ADDED

Happy Lesson (OVA) (Ep. 3) – “Unsettling – Happy Mamas!”

Haven’t You Heard? I’m Sakamoto (Ep. 10) – “Demon Lord”

Hayate the Combat Butler (Ep. 1) “‘Unmei’ In English Is ‘Destiny'” [1]

HeartCatch PreCure! (Ep. 44) – “A Christmas Miracle! We Met Cure Flower!”

Heaven’s Lost Property (Ep. 13) – “Queen of the Sky”

Hell Girl (Ep. 8) – “Miracle of Christmas Eve”

Hetalia (Eps. 28, 31) – “In The World,” “Academy Hetalia Christmas” [1]

Hetalia World Series (Eps. 19-20) – “How Everyone Spent Their Christmas,” “America and Christmas”

Hidamari Sketch (Ep. 12) – “December 25: Goodbye Ume-sensei”

Himouto! Umaru-chan (Ep. 8) – “Umaru and Christmas and New Year’s” [1, 2]

Hinako Note (Ep. 11) - “From One Year To The Next” (via DaijoubuJoeKun) NEWLY ADDED

Honey and Clover (Ep. 4, 9) – “Actually, I don’t like Christmas all that much… …” [1, 2], “Did she notice? Why is it that I don’t tell her? / That brooch was so heavy”

Horimiya (Ep. 12) – “Hitherto, and Forevermore”

How Heavy Are the Dumbbells You Lift? (Ep. 10) – “Do You Like Christmas?”

I Can’t Understand What My Husband is Saying (Ep. 12) – “Fusion Sage Day” [1]

The Idolm@ster (Ep. 22) – “On Christmas Eve” [1]

The Idolm@ster Cinderella Girls (Ep. 24) – “Barefoot Girl.” [1]

I”s Pure (Ep. ??)

Ichigo Mashimaro/Strawberry Marshmallow (Ep.12) – “Present”

If Her Flag Breaks (OVA) - "Christmas? Do You Think I'd Make Use of Something Like That?" (via DaijoubuJoeKun) NEWLY ADDED

If I See You in My Dreams (OVA) (Ep. 3) – “One Snowy Christmas Eve…”

Invaders of the Rokujyoma!? (Ep 12) – “Invasion Going Well!?”

Irresponsible Captain Tylor (OVA) (Ep. 6) – “White Christmas” [1, 2]

Is the Order a Rabbit? (Ep. 11) – “The Girl Dons a Red Coat and Drives a Team of Rabbits Across the Christmas Eve Night Sky” [1]

Is the Order a Rabbit? BLOOM, episodes 10-11

Itsudatte My Santa! (OVA) [1]

Jeanie with Light Brown Hair (Ep. 25) – “Alone on Christmas Eve”

Jewelpet (Ep. 38) – “Merry Merry ☆ – Santa Comes to Town”

Josee, the Tiger and the Fish (Movie)

K-On! (Ep. 7) – “Christmas!” [1]

Kaitou Saint Tail (Ep. 12) – “Surprise! The Large Lizard Santa Claus?!” (via tomodachi-to-koibito)

Kakushigoto (Ep. 9) - "Your Lie in December" (via DaijoubuJoeKun) NEWLY ADDED

Kamichu (Ep. 13) – “We Do What We Want” [1]

Kämpfer (Ep. 12) – “Their Christmas: The Entrails’ Miracle”

Karin (Ep. 19) – “A Couple’s Eve is Embarrassing” [1]

Kasimasi – Girl Meets Girl (OVV)

Kids on the Slope (Ep. 4) – “But Not for Me”

Kill Me Baby (Ep. 10) – “Santa Icicle Snow Mantra”

Kimagure Orange Road (Ep. 38) – “Kyosuke Timetrips! The Third Christmas”

Kimi ni Todoke (Ep. 22) – “Christmas” [1, 2, 3]

Kin-iro Mosaic (Ep. 11) – “Try and Guess How Much I Like You”

Kissxsis (OVA, Ep. 2) – “Christmas for Two”

Kobato (Ep. 19) – “…White Christmas.” (via art-of-wandering)

Kodocha (Ep. 38, 89) – “The Special Christmas Kiss,” “Hallelujah on X-mas eve? My heart…”

Koi Kaze (Ep. 9) – “Wind Flower”

Koikimo (Ep. 4) – “On This Holy Night”

Kyouran Kazoku Nikki (Ep. 21) – “Black Santa is Sleepless in the Night”

The Legend of the Mystical Ninja (Ganbare Goemon) (Ep. 11) - "Santa Claus is a New Villain!" (via CancerDog) NEWLY ADDED

Linebarrels of Iron (Ep. 10) – “Over Drive”

Log Horizon (Season 2, Eps. 5-10) – “Christmas Eve,” “A Lost Child at Dawn,” “The Suifū Maidens”(The Maidens of Watermaple),” “Akihabara Raid,” “The Changing Battlefield,” “Guild Master”

Love Live! Sunshine!! (Season 2, Ep. 8) – “Hakodate” (via avatar-of-thevast)

Love Hina (OVA) – Christmas Special [1, 2, 3, 4, 5]

Love, Chunibyo & Other Delusions (OVA) – “Glimmering… Explosive Festival (Slapstick Noel)”

Lovely Complex (Eps. 2, 10) – “The Ex-Girlfriend Love Triangle?!,” “A Confrontation With The Ex-Girlfriend?! The Epic Breast-Baring Battle!!”

Lucky Star (Ep. 11) – “The Various Ways for Spending the Holy Night” [1]

Lupin III: Pt. 2 (TV) (Ep. 12) – “The Sleight Before Christmas”

Macross (TV) (Ep. 35, 64) – “Romanesque,” “Christmas is in the Hands of the Goddess” [1]

Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha A’s (Eps. 9, 11) – “Christmas Eve,” “A Gift for Christmas Eve”

Magical Princess Minky Momo (Ep. 41) – “Please, Santa Claus”

Magikano (Ep. 11) – “Was it Really a Holy Night?”

Mahoromatic: Something More Beautiful (Ep. 5) – “Will I Catch a Cold Tomorrow?”

Maison Ikkoku (Eps. 2, 18. 39-40 – “Love is in the Air? Which One Does Kyoko Love Best?”, “Kyoko’s Gift! What, You Mean It’s For Me?”, “Love Takes Guts! Godai’s Part Time Job Ploy!”, “A Bittersweet Favor! Budding Christmas Love!?” [1, 2]

March Comes in Like a Lion (Ep. 10) – “Something Given (Part 1) / Something Given (Part 2)” [1, 2]

Maria Watches Over Us (Season 4) (Ep. 7) – “Blank Map of the Future”

Marmalade Boy (Eps. 40-41) – “A Holy night. I’m alone on Christmas Eve/The morning of lovers. Merry Christmas”

Martian Successor Nadesico (Ep. 13) – “There Is No Single Truth”

Mermaid Melody Pichi Pichi Pitch (Ep. 38) – “A Christmas Present”

Mermaid Melody Pichi Pichi Pitch Pure (Ep. 38) – “Battle on Christmas Eve”

Minami-ke (TV) (Ep. 12) – “Of Christmas And Eves” [1]

Miss Caretaker of Sunohara-Sou (Ep. 12) - “Kotatsu, Year End, Santa” (via DaijoubuJoeKun) NEWLY ADDED

Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid (Ep. 10) – “Troupe Dragon, On Stage! (They Had A Troupe Name, Huh)”

Mitsudomoe (S1 Ep. 9. S2 Ep. 2) - "Santa Claus is my Eccentricity," “The Marui House Is Full” (via DaijoubuJoeKun) NEWLY ADDED

Mother of the Goddess Dormitory (Ep. 8) - “Kiriya Wishes Upon A Christmas” (via DaijoubuJoeKun) NEWLY ADDED

Momokuri (Eps. 23-24) – “Excitement! Christmas,” “To the Day of a Cold: Part 2”

Motto! Ojamajo Doremi (Ep. 45) – “Merry Christmas with Everyone!” (via Henry, comments)

Motto To Love Ru (Ep. 9) - “For Whom The Bell Tolls” (via DaijoubuJoeKun) NEWLY ADDED

Ms. Vampire Who Lives in My Neighborhood (Ep. 10) – “The Vampire and the End of the Year”

My Little Monster (Ep. 10) – “Christmas [1]

My Love Story (Ep. 17) – “My Christmas”

My Hero Academia (Ep. 101) – “Have a Merry Christmas!”

My Senpai Is Annoying (ep. 3) – “And Then, It’s Christmas”

My Wife is a High School Girl (Ep. 26) – “I will always love you…”

Mystic Messenger (Christmas DLC) – “Christmas Eve”

Nekopara (OVA) – “Nekopara OVA Extra”

Neo Ranga (Eps. 35-36) – “What Happened to Christmas Eve?”, “Christmas in Crisis”

Neo Yokio: Pink Christmas

Nichijou (Ep. 22) – “Nichijou Episode 22”

Ninja Nonsense (Ep. 10A) – “The Ninjas Have Christmas”

Nisekoi (Eps. 3-4) – “Need,” “Mother”

Nodame Cantabile (Ep. 3) – “Lesson 3: Queen of Percussion”

Nodame Cantabile: Paris (Ep. 5) – “Lesson 5: Chiaki and Nodame Cross Paths” [1]

Nogizaka Haruka no Himitsu: Purezza (Eps. 3-4) – “Ah, It Hurts…”, “Yūto’s Scent…” (via squirrelstothenuts)

Odd Taxi (Ep. 11) – “If We Could Go Back to That Day”

Oh My Goddess (OVA) (Ep. 4-5) – “Evergreen Holy Night,” “For the Love of Goddess”

Ojamajo Doremi (Ep. 45) – “Help Santa!” (via Henry, comments)

Ojamajo Doremi Sharp (Ep. 44) – “A Happy White Christmas” (via Henry, comments)

One Piece (?)

Orange (Ep. 11) – “LETTER 11” [1]

Oreimo (Season 1 Ep. 7, Season 2 Eps. 14-15) – “There’s No Way My Little Sister Can Write a Novel,” “I Can’t Confess to Her,” “My Little Sister Is This Cute”

Oregairu (Season 2, Eps. 6-9) – “Without Incident, The Congress Dances, But Does Not Progress.”, “However, That Room Continues to Portray An Endless Everyday Scene.”, “Even So, Hikigaya Hachiman.”, “And So, Yukinoshita Yukino.” [1, 2]

Patlabor (TV) (Eps. 10-11) – “Eve’s Trap,” “Eve’s Terror” [1]

Persona 4: The Golden Animation (Ep. 8) – “We’ve lost something important again”

The Pet Girl of Sakurasou (Ep. 14) – “Windows and Lights on Christmas Eve” [1]

Ping Pong (Ep. 6) – “You Love Table Tennis More Than Anyone Else!”

A Place Further Than the Universe (Ep. 10) – “Partial Friendship”

Pokemon (Ep. 65) – “Holiday Hi-Jinx”

Polar Bear’s Cafe (Ep. 37) – “Christmas Planning / Christmas Trouble”

Popotan (Ep. 8) – “Christmas”

Pretty Cure (Ep. 44) – “A Holiday Visitor”

Pretty Cure: Max Heart (Ep. 42) – “A Rink Full of Sweethearts? Slipping and Falling into Grave Danger!”

Pretty Cure: Splash Star (Ep. 42) – “Cake, Kazuya and Christmas”

Pretty Rhythm: Rainbow Live (Ep. 38) – “The Happy Bell on Christmas Eve” [1]

Prince of Tennis (Ep. 165) – “The Tenipuri Family Goes to Hawaii?! – Christmas at the Tenipuri Family”

Punch Line (Ep. 3) – “Mars Attacks!”

The Quintessential Quintuplets, season 2, episode 4 – “Seven Goodbyes Part 3”

Rainbow Days (Ep. 1) – “Episode 1”

Ranma 1/2 (OVA) (Ep. 2) – “Tendo Family Christmas Scramble”

Ranma 1/2 (TV) (Ep. 75) – “Step Outside”

Re-Kan! (Ep. 6) – “A Super Awesome Holy Night” [1]

Read or Die (Ep. 10) – “A Christmas Carol” [1, 2]

Recovery of an MMO Junkie (Ep. 1) -“IRL, Online”

Rental Magica (Ep. 12) – “Requiem for the Holy Night”

ReLIFE (Ep. 16) – “Date” [1]

Rent-a-Girlfriend (Ep. 8) – “Christmas and Girlfriend”

Rilakkuma and Kaoru (Ep. 9) – “Snowman” (via squirrelstothenuts)

RIN-NE (Ep. 22) – “Christmas in the Derelict”

Robotics;Notes (Ep. 15) – “I’ll Show You a Dream”

Rock Lee & His Ninja Pals (Ep. 39) – “Christmas is the Last Chance for Love! / Cleanup is a Chance to Wash Away the Past!” [1]

Sakura Quest (Ep. 20) – “The Phoenix in the Holy Night” [1]

Sakura Trick (Ep. 8B) - "A Cherry Blossom-colored Christmas" (via DaijoubuJoeKun) NEWLY ADDED

Sailor Moon S: Hearts in Ice (Movie)

Saiyuki Reload (Ep. 13) – “~Lovely Baby~ Just a Tiny Tiny Story” [1]

Samurai Pizza Cats (Ep. 48) – “The Cheese Who Stole Christmas / Nyankii Santas Fly Through the Air” (via squirrelstothenuts)

School Rumble (Ep. 19) – “Here, There, Everywhere Is Christmas! Bravely Moving Forward For Christmas! Shatter, Christmas!” [1]

Science Ninja Team Gatchaman (Ep. 64) – “A Christmas Present of Death”

Seitokai Yakuindomo (Ep. 11) – “Santa’s Sexual Desires”

Senran Kagura Shinovi Master (Ep. 1) – “CHANGE THE WORLD”

Sgt. Frog (Ep. 39, 90, 192) – “Keroro Christmas Battle,” “Keroro Spring Cleaning Battle,” “Keroro, I Cannot Say Merry Christmas,” “Keroro, Christmas Prevent!/Keroro Platoon Cake is a Man’s Battlefield!”

Shaman King, 2021 (Ep. 20) - "Joco’s Christmas" (via art-of-wandering / @art-of-wandering) NEWLY ADDED

SHIROBAKO (Ep. 12) – “Exodus Christmas” [1]

Shugo Chara (Ep. 10, 12, 13) – “Character Transformation!”, “Amulet Clover!”, “Sad Christmas Eve!”, “Big Disturbance! New Year Live!” [1, 2]

Sing Yesterday for Me (Eps. 9-10) – “Christmas Carol,” “A New Year of Beginnings”

Sister Princess (Ep. 20) – “Christmas Love Destiny”

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle, (Ep. 12) – “Sleeping Princess of the Demon Castle”

The Slime Diaries (Ep. 11) - "Where is Santa Claus?" (via DaijoubuJoeKun) NEWLY ADDED

SoniAni: Super Sonico The Animation (Ep. 11) - "A Saint Comes to Town" (via eyevocal) NEWLY ADDED

Space Brothers (Ep. 96) – “Astronaut and Father”

Steins;gate 0 (Ep. 3) – “Protocol of the Two-sided Gospel: X-Day Protocol”

Stellvia (Ep. 12) – “Confession”

Strawberry 100%) (TV) (Ep. 14) – “Christmas of Past Loneliness”

Strawberry Marshmallow (Ep. 12) – “Present”

Super Gals! (Ep. 39) – “Holy Night! – Ring! Ring! – Emergency Bell of Love!”

Sweet Blue Flowers (Ep. 11) – “Winter’s Fireworks”

Sword Art Online (Ep. 3) – “The Red-Nosed Reindeer” [1, 2, 3]

Tamayura Hitotose (Ep. 11) – “A Christmas Eve Story♪”

Tenchi Muyo: Daughter of Darkness (Movie)

Those Who Hunt Elves (Ep. 21) – “Those Who Wait For Noel”

To Heart (Ep. 12) – “The Season of Emotions” [1]

To Heart: Remember My Memories (Ep. 10) – “A Long Night”

Tōka Gettan (Ep. 9) – “Snow”

Tokyo Godfathers (Movie) [1, 2, 3, 4]

Tokyo Majin Gakuen Kenpucho (Season 2, Ep. 6) – “Militant Fist Chapter: A Christmas Eve Without Smiles”

Tokyo Mew Mew (Ep. 37) – “The Shining Tear: Celebrating Christmas with just the Two of Us”

Toradora (Eps. 17-19) – “Mercury Retrogrades at Christmas,” “Under the Fir Tree,” “Christmas Eve Festival” [1, 2, 3, 4, 5]

Toriko (Ep. 87) – “Merry Feasttmas! Gourmet Santa’s Present!”

Tsuki ga Kirei (Ep. 11) – “An Encouragement of Learning” [1]

Tsurezure Children (Ep?)

Urusei Yatsura (Eps. 10, 79) – “Pitter-Patter Christmas Eve,” “Mendo Family – Summer Christmas”

Usagi Drop (Ep. 3.5) – “Dear Santa” [1, 2]

Uta no Prince Sama (Season 2, Ep. 14) – “Shining Star X-Mas” [1]

Vandread (Ep. 10) – “White Love” [1]

The Wallflower (Ep. 12) – “Oh, My Sweet Home!”

Wedding Peach DX (OVA) (Ep. 3) – “Reunion ~ We Even Fight on Christmas ~”

White Album (Ep?)

Why the Hell Are you Here, Teacher? (Ep. 10) – “Tenth Period”

Winter Garden (TV)

The World God Only Knows (Ep. 6) – “Flag.6.0 I’m Ordinary?”

Wotakoi (Ep. 6) – “Bleak Christmas” [1]

Yawara (Eps. 116-117) – “Rich Idiot!”, “The Greatest Present”

Yes! Pretty Cure 5 (Ep. 42) – “Nozomi and Coco’s Christmas Vow”

Yes! PreCure 5 GoGo! (Ep. 44) – “Open! Everyone’s Present!”

Yo-kai Watch (Season 2, Ep. 23) – “A Very Christmas / The Koma-Santa Clause / Yo-Kai Ol’ Saint Trick”

You’re Under Arrest (Ep. 11) – “Santa Claus Panic”

Yuki Yuna is a Hero: The Great Mankai Chapter (S3, Ep. 5) – “Brightness Unleashed”

Yumeiro Patissiere (Ep. 12) – “The Seven Year Merry Christmas!”

Yuri on Ice (Ep. 11) – “Gotta Super-Supercharge it! Grand Prix Final Short Program”

Yuri Yuri (Ep. 7) – “Christmasery”

Yuru Camp (Eps. 11-12) – “Christmas Camp!”, “Mount Fuji and the Laid-Back Camp Girls” [1, 2]

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