#Clone Trooper Dancer

[artbypockets]

omg somehow tumblr accidentally posted the unfinished version of this post that I foolishly had in my drafts, with unfinished art and no caption 🙄

anyway, meet Junkyard, Double Check, Dancer, and Betcha! Junkyard and Betcha belong to the wonderful @lightbeyondthegrave and I love them with all my heart 💕💕

(if you reblogged this before I realized the mix up can you please reblog this version with the caption instead? tysm)

[brokenphoenix99]

For @loverboy-havocboy ☺️

Sinker poses for his ballet photos....

And Boost can't help suggesting some...alternative poses └(⋟‿⋞)┘

Boost: "Wait.... you look yolked!"

Sinker: "Do I actually!?" *excited tappy tappy running to look at the shot*

BONUS!!!! 😏

Inspired by Havoc's very hot fic, Eighteen (2.0) (where it's mentioned that Sinker does ballet), and references used from this tiktok that Havoc shared, of the incredible male ballet dancer, Parker Rozzano-Keefe during his very fun photo-shoot with photographer: Eva Nys Photography

Tiny art Tag list: @loverboy-havocboy @chaicilatte @elismor

Also on AO3 (RedDragon99)

[saggitary]

Do you think that 79’s had Karaoke Nights that soon became a very competitive sport? Like they’d have judges to score different Karaoke performances and battalion with the most points would get bragging rights.

Eventually the troopers started bringing their Jedi commanders in (this is pre bar hours of course because children) and the commanders and troopers would have so much fun to karaoke competitions.

[badbatchsprincess]

The Dark Room

(Inspired by @aynavaano 's Dark Paradise)

Masterlist

I'm so obsessed with the fic mentioned above that I wanted to do my own spin on this amazing work! Enjoy!! and thank you @aynavaano for creating this spicy masterpiece

With the deep bass music thrumming through the floorboards, 79’s was busy as ever, with many battalions on shore leave, the club was packed nearly to the brim with warm bodies and the smell of Corellian fine liquor and Republic supplied beer. 

Binx squeezed inside, looking for the recruitment officer that had told her to meet him and the other civ medics to get to know some of the men she’d be shipping out with in two days. Of course 79’s was naturally the best place to meet the clone troopers without all the pleasantries required on base.  

She pushed through the crowd of muscular bodies, passing by the various cliques of clones dancing together until she reached the packed bar sliding between two men engrossed in conversation. 

Go-go dancers danced on some elevated surfaces showing off their fit bodies and sparkly outfits nearly mesmerizing her like a undarian serpent charmer. Binx had never seen something like this on the lower levels. Most of the bars were too seedy and sketchy to spend too much time in  anyways so this was like an entirely new world to her. The girls were beautiful.

“Hey! Binx!” She spun around seeing the Nat-Born officer approaching, waving a hand to her along with some other nats trialing behind. She took off towards them happy to see some familiar faces, “Hi!” 

“Saw you come in, sorry I didn’t know it was going to be so busy tonight, most the boys have come back to celebrate.” 

“Celebrate?” 

He smiled, “Yeah, there was victory on Mimban. Everyone’s relived to be home.” 

Binx looked around wide eyed. She studied the crowd watching the way the soldiers threw back their cups of beer and cheered. 

She couldn’t help but smile, their excitement was contagious. 

“So what’s your name?” One of the other civ-medics asked. 

“Binx!” She yelled over the noise, “What's your names?” 

“Coves.” 

“Locke.” 

“Layla!” 

“Rain!” 

Binx shook their hands in greeting, before settling into the booth listening to their various stories of their exploits while stationed. 

They were all telling her about their next adventures before asking where she was going to be placed, “I don’t know yet!” Binx replied with a shrug. 

“Hopefully you’ll be on a Jedi Venator, they’re usually the most comfortable. Field work is difficult.” Layla purred into her cup. 

“Hey, I like the field work! You get to see all the action.” Coves smirked. 

“Yeah, you would like that.” Layla rolled her eyes. 

“Hey,” A deeper voice with a mandalorian accent came from her side, “I haven’t seen you around here before… Care to dance?” 

Binx looked at the clone soldier before looking at her friends. Layla waggled her brows encouraging her to go, so she decided to say fuck it, and took the troopers’s hand. 

He smiled happily before dragging Binx out onto the floor, “I don’t know how to dance!” She laughed letting him spin her around messily.

“No worries! Neither did we!” He laughed bringing the medic closer, “So, you a new recruit?” 

“Yeah!” She smiled stepping to the beat, trying to move the way everyone else was. 

“Lucky me.” He moved to the beat, “Where you from?” 

“Lower levels!” Binx replied turning around to grind back against him experimentally. 

“Got a name, lower levels?” 

“Binx.” She leaned back against him feeling his warm strong chest against her back, “You?” 

“Fives.” 

“Fives?” 

“Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his head, “My CT number is all fives, so thats my name.” He pointed to some other soldiers in similar colors, “That’s Echo, Dogma, Rex, and Tup.” 

“I like your names.” Binx spun around to face him keeping him close. This dancing was fun she realized. He boldly moved his hands up and down Binx’s sides feeling the fabric of her clothes along with her curves. She purred as his hands confidently bunched the sides of her dress tugging her even closer. 

“Yeah?” He smirked pushing some of her hair back over her shoulder, “Wanna meet them?” 

“Maybe later.” Binx returned the smirk and pushed up against his body, liking the way he felt against her. 

He was ridiculously attractive. The holonet videos only did so much, but seeing these soldiers in person, it was actually stunning to see and feel how attractive they are in real life. 

“So, you’re in the medic program?” Fives asked swaying along with Binx’s smaller frame. 

“Yeah, I’ve been in school for a few years and I was offered the opportunity. I want to get off this planet and see the galaxy.” Binx studied Fives’ honey brown eyes. 

He nodded, “Looking to join the action?” 

“Not sure.” Binx shrugged, “I’ve never been in a conflict zone before.” 

“Well just make sure to listen to the captain and you’ll be fine.” Fives bent down to spin the medic around again bringing her ass to his front as he moved the two of them to the music. 

Binx giggled and laughed which made Fives smile in return. The two of them danced for two more songs before deciding it was definitely time for a drink, to which Fives lead her to the bar and shoved over his brothers to make room for her in the booth. 

He ordered something fizzy which Binx was pleasantly surprised by while Fives downed a shot of something hard. 

Binx’s attention was then brought to a group of rowdy soldiers who play fought by the back most part of the club. They shouted and shoved one another as a couple fights broke out making fives scoff.

“Probably fighting over some girl again.” He knocked back another shot, “Can’t seem to stop the fighting off the battle field either.” 

Binx’s eyes then trailed over to the staircase behind them slightly covered with a red curtain. She watched multiple people, nat-born woman, and clones ascend the stairs until they disappeared into a seemingly dark hallway. 

“What’s over there?” Binx asked pointing to the back of the building. 

Fives followed her finger and looked over the brawl to see the stairs. 

He smirked. 

“What?” Binx asked playfully. Fives just grinned.  

“That’s the dark room.” He picked up a glass of water and took a sip. 

Binx scrunched her brows, “The dark room?” 

Fives looked at the little medic with a mischievous grin, “Some nat-borns want to fuck clones. The dark room is an anonymous hook up. Totally pitch black in there, you can’t see a thing. Nat borns get to work out their kinks and the soldiers get laid. It’s a win-win.” 

Binx nearly choked on her drink. 

“Like a brothel?” She giggled. 

Fives laughed, “No, it’s not a brothel. Everyone’s a consenting adult. It’s just a place to blow off steam.” 

Binx then turned to face the bar and tilted her head towards Fives, “Have you been?” 

“Yes ma’am.” He replied. 

Binx finished off her drink and set the glass down. 

“Wanna go?” Fives proposed suddenly. He waggled his brows playfully making Binx suck in a gasp.  

Binx’s heart suddenly fluttered and began to beat faster than the music. 

She turned to face Five’s who wore quite the smoldering gaze which was suddenly fixated on Binx’s blushing face. He couldn’t explain it, but this little medic was quickly growing on him. Her eagerness to experience the world was attractive. She was damn beautiful too. His pants tightened slightly thinking about her plush ass up against him again. Fuck, he prayed she said yes. 

What Five’s didn’t know, was that Binx’s panties were growing wetter by the second. The idea of Fives having her in a dark room full of strangers, hot and sweaty, made her bite back a pathetic whine.

Binx thought about it, but the reality of her new job smacked her right in the face, “Isn’t that like something we probably shouldn’t do? I’m not a civvy anymore.” 

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” He winked making Binks chew hew lip. He reached over running his fingers through her deep space black hair making her shiver as his fingers teased over the delicate skin of her neck. 

Right as she was about to open her mouth to answer the clone, one of the aforementioned soldiers called him over. 

“One second, cyare.” He pulled himself from the bar groaning at his friend, “What, Echo?” 

Binks forced herself to take a shaky breath before turning back to the bar to order another shot for bravery. 

What the hell is she thinking? She could be fucking posted with Five’s battalion and would make everything complicated if she went into that tempting room, but somehow she was finding it more and more difficult to care. The longer she watched him interact with his clearly stoic brother, she couldn’t help but drool over his broad shoulders and battle hardened figure. 

Fuck. 

Binx grabbed the shot of whatever the hell the bartender had passed her, and knocked it back like a champ letting the burning liquid warm her throat and belly. 

She watched more and more people disappeared into the mysterious back room, and was starting to get antsy… and frankly… horny….

Deciding that life is too short, especially for nerves to get in the way, Binx decided she was going to be a proactive kind of girl. 

She peeled herself from the bar counter and began maneuvering through the crowd until she approached the soldiers in blue. Zeroing in on her target, Binx outstretched her hand and ran her fingers gently across Five’s back, subtly getting his attention, as she continued walking past throwing a seductive look over her shoulder at the man before beginning her climb up the stairs to the dark room. 

She briefly heard one of them mutter a low fuck, before she continued upstairs reaching the darkening hallway. 

She heard him arguing with his brother begging him to let him go which made Binx smirk before she pushed through the first door. She knew Fives was close behind which made her entire body vibrate with new excitement. She realized she’d never done anything quite as adventurous as this before, but something about all this newness in her life was making her want to take advantage of every single experience she could get her hands on, which included letting Fives get his hands on her. 

Once she pushed through that second door, she was entirely engulfed in darkness. This room was significantly different than the club. The energy was much heavier, and heady. Binx tried to take amount to adjust to the darkness, but she couldn’t, it was just that dark. 

Inside, there was the scent of sex everywhere and the sounds of pleasured moaning and skin slapping against one another. 

Deep vibrational music was playing making her entire body pulse. She heard the door close behind her, then the sensation of hands were on her and everything suddenly became hot. 

Binx let out a startled yelp as the hands began to explore. All over the hands wandered and then suddenly she was brought back up against a tall and muscular figure. She reached out in the dark trying to feel for anything, but she was suddenly met with the chest of another. 

“And who is this?” A very deep smoky voice snapped her head forwards. The man in front of her began to run his war worn hands over her shoulders up to her neck, brining his head forwards, he pressed his nose into Binx’s skin taking in her clean scent before licking up a stripe up to her pierced ear. 

She sighed into the touch feeling his silky hair dance against her skin. She reached up, carding her fingers through his. It was long. Binx then felt along his face feeling his sharp jaw line making him chuckle. 

“You smell so good, ad’ika.” 

“I found her first.” The man behind Binx, drawled. His silvery voice sent a shiver down her entire thumping body. He cupped her breast possessively making her moan and lean into his warm body. 

“You can share, trooper.” The man with the deep voice pressed a sloppy kiss to the woman’s neck making her melt against him. His arms wrapped around her body to support her as his incisions dragged teasingly against hear warmed skin. 

The man behind her snarled before relenting, “Yes, Sarge.” 

Sarge? Like as in Sergeant? Binx’s heart fluttered knowing a high ranking officer currently had his hands all over her, and his mouth. Fuck this was too hot for her to handle. 

“Relax, little one.” Sarge purred, “We’ll take good care of you.” 

She didn’t answer, she couldn’t, instead she just panted and moaned as the trooper behind her skillfully began to peel open her clothes. Skilled fingers undid her dress zipper until Sarge could peel it off of her. They worked like a skilled team as they stripped Binx down to her birthday suit. Once all of her clothes were on the floor, Binx was guided carefully down to the ground where she was met with a pile of pillows and more warm muscular bodies. 

She moaned out as another set of even bigger hands wrapped around her and cupped her breasts and massaging them, rolling and pinching her hardening nipples making Binx absolutely purr at their attention. 

“She sounds pretty.” The man currently pinching her nipples bellowed from behind her back. He certainly felt larger than the others. Binx wasn’t certain he was even a clone. But it didn’t matter, those thoughts were suddenly gone as more hands began to feel and touch and pull along her lithe body. 

Hands then began to push her knees up and further apart as someone neared her core. 

“Fuck, she’s wet.” The smoky voice said and Binx guessed he was the one currently nearing her core now dripping core. The suddenness of all of this was making her weaker by the moment. She couldn’t believe she was up in this room fucking total strangers. 

She leaned back into the large man pinning her to his front while the others maneuvered around her. 

Her chin was suddenly gripped before being turned to the side to be met with soft skilled lips. Binx moaned into the strangers mouth letting him take control of the kiss while the sergeant cupped her pussy. The hand on her chin traveled down to her neck where he applied delicious pressure making Binx squirm around in their possessive hold.

She moaned some more into the kiss as sarge began to finger her and prepare her while the others stimulated her body. 

“Move over.” A different man now approached from her side to knock the one kissing her away. Her chin was grabbed once again, and angled to meet the new trooper. He was a lot less demanding than the other, and much more calculated as his tongue entered her mouth to explore. 

Sarge then leaned forwards to bring his mouth to her cunt where he pressed sloppy kisses to her clit making Binx buck against him desperate for more. 

“Fuck, please!” She bit out and squirmed. 

They just chuckled and huffed a laugh before continuing their onslaught. 

As sarge continued to lick and suck on Binx’s dripping core, her hand was guided to one of their fronts where she grasped a hard and hot cock. Binx gasped feeling its soft hardness as he began to stroke it slowly. She squeezed and pumped it feeling the trooper lurch forwards chasing the sensation. 

Her other hand was guided to another, and then the first trooper gently lead her chin in the direction he wanted. She leaned forwards to open her mouth and experimentally lick his tip. He groaned quietly as she then took more of him inside her mouth. 

“Fuck, her mouth feels good.” The silvery voice above her fisted her long hair, and guided her as he trusted faster into her waiting mouth. 

Binx tried her best to suck him off despite the awkward angle. 

She continued to jerk off the other man while Sarge now lined himself up with her entrance. 

The man underneath her, shifted suddenly. 

“Plan 25.” One of them barked and suddenly there was a whirl wind of motion. 

Bodied rearranged themselves while, Binx was suddenly flipped onto her hands and knees and planted firmly on the pillows below. 

Someone was behind her and in front of her now, and both cocks suddenly were pushed inside of her. Binx groaned around the cock in her mouth as the man behind her filled her to the brim. 

Once again, that same hand threaded through her hair to guide her pace. Binx hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head this time, doubling down to blow him better. He growled chasing his high while the man behind her plowed into her mercilessly. 

Binx had to use every muscle she has to combat his thrusts before she was pushed too far onto the man in front of her accidentally gagging on the thick cock in her mouth. 

“What a good girl.” The sergeant spoke from behind her. 

She whimpered pathetically as the sergeant slithered his hand between her damp thighs to rub little circles on her throbbing clit. 

Binx cried out feeling her own orgasm approach rapidly while the others did too. The man inside her mouth suddenly thrust forwards one last time shivering while cumming into her waiting mouth. Binx swallowed his cum eagerly, and licked him clean before starting to swivel her hips back against the sergeant making him squeeze her hips even harder trying to control himself. 

“Fuck.” He bit out. 

Suddenly there was a new man in front of her. Binx was guided to his leaking cock where she opened up her mouth for him to push forwards. He sighed feeling her warmth surround him as she got to work. 

Sarge suddenly stopped his thrusts and surged forwards pumping his seed inside the deepest parts of Binx’s pussy. Sarge bowed forwards until his chest was resting on Binx’s arched spine. He pressed a few sloppy kisses on her shoulder before sitting up and pulling out letting a stream of his cum drip down her thighs. 

“Mmm, my turn.” The fourth said excitedly before shuffling in behind her. 

Binx was too busy sucking off the soldier in front of her to realize that the other man’s mouth was suddenly on her, licking her cunt like a desert. 

She yelped as he ate her out from behind with no abandon. His tongue lapped at her clit and messy entrance making her shudder. He didn’t seem to give a fuck about his sergeant’s cum leaking out of her making her thrum with excitement. 

“You ready, pretty girl?” He asked. 

She made a face at the pet name knowing he can’t see her, or even know what she looked like, but she didn’t seem to care. 

Binx muttered a “Mhmm.” 

Before she knew it, she felt the thickest tip she’s ever felt in her life nudging at her entrance. 

Binx squirmed around a little nervous at what she was feeling. 

“Easy, mesh’la.” Sarge’s voice cooed from the side as his calloused hands petted her spine trying to calm her. 

The one behind Binx began to push forwards stretching her impossibly wide as his cock breached her small entrance using sarge’s cum as lube. 

“Fuck!” She cried out feeling her legs start to turn to jelly as she was impaled on his monstrous cock. 

Binx heard the others let out a quiet chuckle as she struggled to adjust to his size. Clearly this has happened before…

Damn he was big. 

Feeling her start to adjust, Binx bent forwards again to search out the other solder in front of her. Once she found him, she ran her hands along his sculpted abdominals making her flush. Fuck, were all troopers this cut? She was mesmerized at the sinew muscle covering his entire frame.

Then there was movement and Binx cried out again as the one with the massive dick started to thrust slowly. 

Binx whined feeling absolutely overwhelmed with pleasure. Every single nerve inside her was being stimulated and she shuddered in his grasp. She was thankful he was there to hold her up because she’d be face first in the floor right now if it wasn’t for him. 

Meanwhile, the soldier in front of her seemed like the most patient. He allowed her to get herself back together before helping her find his aching cock. She once again hollowed her cheeks and began to suck diligently, determined to make him cum too. 

She felt him begin to stutter and then her mouth was suddenly filled with salty cum. Binx moaned as he came swallowing everything he gave her. She pressed a kiss to his abdomen before he retreated leaving her to be fucked boneless by Mr. Big Cock. 

Binx’s wines flooded the entire room as she began to quake in his hold. Her orgasm took her by storm as she came around his length feeling a sudden burst of liquid from her core. 

“Hell yeah!” He cheered feeling Binx squirt all over him, “Add another point, Tech!” 

“You have an anatomical advantage, this competition hardly makes sense.” 

Binx was too blissed out to hear a damn thing. All she remembered was more hands finding her skin and bringing her to another blinding orgasm. 

The rounds began to blend together as she would be flipped onto her back, brought to her knees, standing on occasion, or the big man would pick her up and carry her around like a rag doll. And She had one mind blowing orgasm after another. Never in her life had she felt pleasure like this… her mind was barely cognizant. 

By the time Binx had had it, and the troopers seemed sated, she wandered back to where ever her clothes had been dropped. She picked up whatever fabrics she could find and threw them on. Was she supposed to say something? Or just leave? 

She realized saying something would probably take away from the anonymity of it all, and decided on the later. Clearly people only came here for one purpose…

Pulling on a random pair of someone’s cargos, and whatever t-shirt she could find, Binx stumbled out of the dark room feeling all the cum dripping out of her still. She had to take a few moments to regain her eye site in the dim hallway before trying her best to walk normally down the stairs.  

When she re-enetered the club, she made for a quick exit so no one could see the state of her, especially her new friends at the medic unit. 

Grabbing a cab, she headed straight home knowing she’d be sleeping until she shipped out…. 

~ Two days later ~

Feeling refreshed and rested, Binx reported in for duty at the GAR main hangar to find her assignment for the next 6 month campaign. 

She straightened out her medics uniform and clutched her personal effects bag closely as she waited for the recruitment officer to hand her, her data pad. 

She prayed her makeup covered up the love bites and bruising decorating her neck, that for the life of her, she couldn’t get rid of in time. The bacta only worked so fast and who ever had made them, had made sure they’d leave their mark. 

“Alright, Layla you’re on base duty and processing. Coves you’re with the 212th and Binx, you’re with…” He double checked the information seeming to be slightly confused, “You’re with Special Forces, Clone Force 99… the Commandos.” 

“Newbie gets all the action.” Coves groaned clearly disappointed with his assignment. 

“Alright you all know where to go, Binx come with me.” The recruitment officer lead her down the tarmac towards a much smaller omicron attack vessel nestled in it’s own area of the hangar.

The Havoc Marauder. 

She’s seen holonet specs of their ships before. Her heart fluttered with excitement knowing She’d be diving head first into all kinds of foreign places. The special forces units always got to go on exciting missions. 

“Alright, Binx there ya go!” The recruitment officer turned on his heel to walk away leaving the medic a little perplexed and alone. So much for introductions. 

“Umm.” She whipped her head around back to the ship before watching her officer disappear into the distance, “Alright…” 

She turned back to the ship to walk forwards noticing that the boarding stairs were down and there was some commotion coming from inside. 

Stepping forwards, Binx approached the ship, only to be stopped in her tracks when a tall goggled man came trotting out of the vessel while an equally as tall silver haired man flicked a tooth pick at him complaining about something. 

They didn’t look like clones. 

They stopped whatever they were talking about when the silvery one locked eyes on Binx. She stood there staring right back at them still clutching the strap of her duffle. 

Then another man popped his head out from the ship’s door, “What-are-ya lookin at? Ooohhh…” The big man stood fully up right starting at the medic with wide eyes, “She’s Prettttyyyy….” 

“You lost, kitten?” The silvery one plucked a fresh pick into his mouth crossing his arms. 

Binx bristled squaring him up and resting her hands on her hips defiantly, “No, I’m your new medic.” 

The silver haired one raised a brow skeptically. 

“It would appear that information is correct.”  The goggled one answered looking at his data pad. 

“What the hell is taking you all so damn lo-“ 

That voice…

Binx’s body reacted immediately. 

Her heart began to race and her core made a traitorous pulsing sensation as her heart sunk into the absolute pit of her stomach. 

“Sarge?” The big one looked to their leader confused at the sudden change in behavior. 

…Fuck…

“I believe there was a mistake.” Binx began to back peddle. 

The silver one suddenly made a mischievous face and turned to their leader, “What, you fuck her or something?” 

They all did. 

Sarge just continued to stare at Binx smelling her very distinctly delicious scent he’s been trying to chase the traces of on their clothes for the past 48 hours. Fuck she was the woman at 79’s they spent hours debauching the other night before shipping out… 

Binx however, was having flashbacks to the night int he dark room. That silvery voice and his possessive hands. The politeness of the goggled one, his properness seemed to predominant, then the large one. Binx had to swallow thickly remembering how much he had stretched her and fucked her into another universe. She could still feel the soreness as she stood there before them.

Sargent cleared his throat and descended the stairs. 

“Apologies.” Sarge approached the medic, “I’m Sergeant Hunter, and this is Clone Force 99.” Okay, so he’s going with the oblivious route… 

“This is Crosshair, Wrecker, and Tech.” He held out his hand to shake, which Binx took hesitantly feeling his familiar hands again made her struggle to breathe. 

“I’m Binx, your new medic.” 

“I wasn’t aware we were being assigned a medic, it was a bit of a shock.” 

Binx smiled awkwardly, “Understandable.” 

The two of them exchanged knowing looks briefly before he turned back to the ship, “I’ll show you around, we’ll have to figure out a bunk situation for you it’s a smaller ship than usual…” 

She followed behind Hunter noticing the way Crosshair eyed her closely as she passed by. 

Once she entered the ship, she first noticed the smell, then the disorderliness of the place. Hunter brought her towards the back showing her all of the compartments, the bunks, the gunner’s mount, the under belly, then finally the fresher before leaving her to settle in. 

Binx realized the big one, named Wrecker, was uber curious about her. He watched her with child like fascination as she settled in. Meanwhile, the sniper named Crosshair was making her a bit unsettled. He watched every little micro movement she made as she tried to familiarize herself with the ship. 

She remembered how passionate his kisses were and how possessive his hands were on her body, she were certain it was him who had choked her and fucked her face after attempting to claim her all for himself before Hunter had ordered him to share. That little tidbit of information made her body shiver.

Binx shuddered thinking about it. She could still feel the ghost of his touch on her skin. 

“Take a picture it will last longer.” She barked out playfully as he unpacked her clothes. The sniper behind her didn’t made a sound as he peeled himself from the wall. 

Without an invitation, he reached forwards taking Binx by surprise as he yanked back the collar of her uniform revealing the various love bites both him and Hunter had marred her with. 

“Well aren’t you an adventurous little kitten.” He snarked. 

She smacked him away readjusting the fabric. 

“Hunter’s too polite.” He smirked cornered Binx towering over her, “But he recognized your scent the second he saw you…” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Binx raised a brow.

Crosshair hummed and shifted the toothpick in his mouth, “And I remember putting my mark right about here…” He poked her neck right where the makeup was caked on, “You and Hunter can play dumb all you want… but know that I know.” He smirked making Binx’s core pulse. 

He looked down at her like he knew exactly which memories were playing in the forefront of her mind at this very moment. 

Crosshair then crossed his arms and playfully raised a brow, “I did find you first…” 

[jo-harrington]

Luminous Beings - Episode 6: Hopeless

Art by @monologichno || Beta Read by @undead-supernova Part of the @eddiemunsonbigbang

Summary: Eddie's ship is gone, he might be hunted by the Empire...everything seems hopeless. Now what?

Word Count: 7.1k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (Thalia Trieste)

Warnings/Themes: Star Wars AU, Fluff, Angst, Humor, Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Miscommunication, Distrust, Mention of Alcohol and Substance Use, Minor Canon Inaccuracies/Adaptation, Galactic Politics, Mention of Death, Vague References to Order 66 and the Jedi Purge, Discussion of the Force, Abstract Spirituality

Note: Big big thanks to August for all of her lovely beta-reading and for striving to make me a better writer with her critical eye. Seriously, you push me to be better.

Thanks again to everyone for reading.

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Bogano, 10BBY

The first steps out of the Stranger Mantis were disorienting. Eddie always felt that way after a long trip through hyperspace, but more so now. A new planet, a new…everything. Bright suns, fresh air, gentle clouds, and grassy plains as far as the eye could see.

It was a paradise, and it felt like a punishment. Like they'd given up.

Once again, he felt out of control.

There had been a collective sense of mourning aboard the Mantis between himself and his friends. The loss of a ship, the loss of a purpose. They sulked for days. However, they soon realized that everyone aboard—save for Benny, Bob, and Thalia—felt that way.

The first night, one of the kids had cried to her brother about how she missed their family, their friends, and their home. And her brother, only a few years older, had responded with a wisdom that was well beyond his age.

"It's okay," he attempted, trying to soothe her woes. "I miss them, too, but they'd want us to be safe and happy above all else."

So the crew of the Dragonborn felt like they couldn't really complain about missing out on things like scantily-clad dancers and sub-par drinks when these people, these kids, lost practically everything they'd ever known.

Still, as Eddie's eyes scanned over the generally uninterrupted horizon in front of him, he couldn't help but loathe the sense of displacement. He'd always been used to cities. Civilization. Something. Not...whatever this was.

There were huts and large tents big enough to house dozens of people, with a few small, sturdily constructed buildings dotted around the camp and further out in the distance. Short barrier walls around the perimeter were reinforced with sandbags. Big pieces of mechanical equipment, generators and moisture vaporators, were also familiar shapes around the encampment.

It was a stark difference from what he was used to. What any of them might have been used to, surely.

Benny, the good captain that he was, rolled out as much hospitality as he could.

"Alright," he announced as he herded everyone out of the ship. He clapped his hands together excitedly. "Follow me."

He led the group of nervous passengers around and gave them the grand tour. One of the buildings at the edge of the camp closest to the landing pad housed refreshers, and they were nice, but they felt a little sterile. There was soap that didn’t have a scent and cramped shower stalls. Benny said that they were remnants of the Clone Wars, that he had a buddy who was able to help them source everything through surplus dealers. 

As the Latero droned on about everything that had been crafted for clone troopers, Eddie remembered how Wayne’s work buddies used to grumble about the war on nights they came over to play sabacc. How the Galactic Senate had allocated insane amounts of credits to war efforts, and just like everything else in the damned galaxy, it was all left to rot once the sham of a war was over and the Empire came to power.

“But hey,” Benny’s laugh broke Eddie from his thoughts. “If we can get a real toilet out of it, instead of shitting in a hole, I’m not complaining."

He showed them an old building at the perimeter. Not a pre-fabricated building like the others, but something more makeshift. Something the crew of the Dragonborn were used to seeing on Bracca, with its mismatched durasteel walls and rickety-looking roof. It was where he and Bob stayed when they were on-planet. Not necessarily traditional living quarters, but certainly a home.

And then, Benny gave them all a home too.

They went, tent by tent, and he welcomed them, all the while narrating about how Bob and Thalia struggled how to set everything up and worried that the beds would be uncomfortable or the sheets and blankets too scratchy. Was Bogano too hot or too cold? Would they be happy here?

Eddie didn’t need Force powers to know that happy wasn’t the right word. Happiness took time. Contentedness? Sure.

"You kids can run around and play to your heart's content." Benny laughed as he spoke to the younger refugees. One set of arms folded across his torso while another arm scratched the back of his head. "Don't know about school...but I'm sure none of you will be too bummed about missing out. I'll let Bob know to scrounge up some holobooks on our next supply run. Otherwise holovids will be your teachers. What could possibly go wrong?"

There were a few swoop bikes tucked behind the structure that housed the refreshers. They were off limits apparently, but Eddie and his friends all gave each other knowing looks; it's not like anyone could stop them from taking a joy ride.

"We'll come up with some sort of chore rotation," Benny explained towards the end of the tour. "I'm your resident chef, though. Used to run a little snack window on Takodana once upon a time. Those pirates get hungry. Speaking of hungry, I hope everyone likes shaak stew. I'll make us all a little food. Think of it as a welcome dinner."

He was about to head back to the ship, but he turned to everyone and held his hands out to them. It was a gesture of sincerity and trust.

"I know it doesn't look like much, but this is what we have to work with for the foreseeable future. I...I'm not the best with words. I should've had one of the others do this, but I drew the short straw. What I wanna say though is...there's nothing you need to worry about anymore. You're home now. And you're safe."

It might've been the force abilities that he apparently had, it might've been the stress of the past week, it might've been that he wasn’t a kriffing idiot.

But Eddie had a hard time believing that.

"What would you say if I told you this feels like home for me?"

"I would ask how long you've been here because this place kind of stinks."

Thalia let out a laugh and took his words as permission to enter the tent.

Eddie was the last of his friends to unpack his meager belongings. Their new living arrangements weren't too bad, actually. Bigger than the bunk room on the Dragonborn, with enough space for their instruments and a charging station for D5-TN, who was currently powered down and sulking in his own way.

The others had taken it upon themselves to start helping around the encampment, but they let Eddie have the time alone.

He should have known there would be a limit to how alone he could truly be. And that Thalia would destroy the distance he’d created between them as he avoided her.

“This is nice.” She looked around the tent. “Nicer than where I’m staying.”

“I didn’t know you were staying,” Eddie huffed.

“Well, I’m sure they’re gonna be looking for a blue-haired force user now,” Thalia ran a hand into her hair and ruffled her curls. He could see the slightest bit of growth at the roots, that muddy brown from his memory. From hers. “So I think I need to lay low for a bit.”

"Well, could you lay low somewhere else?" he groused at her.

"Where's the fun in that? Besides, I have something to ask you."

"Ask me? Or tell me?"

"Both."

"Knew it."

He gestured for her to take a seat on Jeff's bunk, across from him. She sighed deeply as she sat and her whole body shrank in on itself at the small comfort.

The wind blew just outside the tent and the kids shouted to each other in the distance, playing some game, as Eddie and Thalia got reacclimated to each other's presence. There was relative silence for a few moments as they sat and watched each other.

Then Thalia finally spoke.

"You know," she started, looking down at her hands settled neatly in her lap. "I had...a different plan, if you can believe it."

"I don't believe in making plans," Eddie responded after a beat. He sniffed judgmentally and then leaned back in his seat with his arms folded across his chest. "They always end up changing."

Thalia hummed in response, amused. "I had a feeling you were gonna say something like that."

"I'm an open book, sweetheart."

"Uh huh."

"Unlike someone."

"Do you want an apology?"

"For blowing up my ship? For forcing my friends and I to come to this abandoned planet? For ruining our lives?" He nodded. "Yeah, I would, actually."

"I'm sorry," she said solemnly.

He poked a finger in his ear and wiggled it. "Can you say that again? I didn't hear it."

"I'm sorry," she repeated and then lifted a brow expectantly. "That good enough?"

"How about some groveling?"

"You're pressing your luck."

"Then I accept your apology." He held his hand out to her to shake. "And if there's a way for me to get a reimbursement of the credits I left behind on Coruscant trying to save your hide."

"I'll talk to Bob." She chuckled lightly. "Not like there are many places you can spend it here on Bogano, though."

"I'll figure something out." He grinned. "I always do."

There was another stretch of solemn silence.

"The force..." Thalia broke the silence, then took a deep breath. "Works in mysterious ways."

"Why do you say that?" he asked. She paused again, then reached into her jacket and pulled something from where she'd tucked it. Hidden it. She carefully passed it across to him and he felt his eyes widen.

It was a little leather-bound journal; the cover was a deep mahogany and crafted well, with shapes embossed into it and a loosely knitted cord around its middle. Pieces of rough paper were carefully folded and sewn together inside.

Eddie knew it well, because it was his.

"You...where did you get this?"

"Stole it," she teased lightly. "I...I was planning to give it back to you. And I would've if the inquisitors hadn't shown up. I think it would've been a nice goodbye. A real goodbye."

"I thought I lost it," he muttered. "It's been a while since I'd seen it."

"I know." She nodded. "Found it in a camtono while I was organizing the ship. There were all sorts of things inside. Tiny figurines, dice...but this was the thing that caught my eye the most. It felt lost. It was excited for someone to open it again."

"And did you? Open it?"

"I might've," she said slyly.

Eddie eagerly untied the cord and flipped through the long-forgotten pages. He traced his fingers over his own scratchy handwriting inside; stories that he used to write to entertain his friends, little notes and ideas for their games. They'd come up with names and planets that didn't exist and creatures, and he'd lead them through the little made-up adventures to pass the time. Both back home and when they started travelling.

It got boring in space.

"Why a journal?" Thalia questioned. "Why not a datapad?"

He looked over at her and saw the way her mouth quirked at the corners. Not quite a smile, but enough of one.

"Something tells me you already know," he accused lightheartedly.

"Oh yeah?"

"So why ask?"

"Because I'd rather hear the story from you," she assured him. "Than experience it through echoes in the Force."

He looked down at the little book again. He was nervous, but it was an acceptable answer; he could do this...he could tell her.

"My uncle Wane gave it to me," he began. "After my mom died, my dad had a hard time. He loved her but he couldn't handle his...grief, I guess. Wane always said I was just like him...itching to get off planet. But mom was the only thing holding him down. So once she was gone, he didn't really have a reason to stay."

Not even me, he thought bitterly for the millionth time in his life.

"Anyway." He cleared his throat and held up the journal. "Wane took me in. And he says he's a homebody, that he has no interest in doing much more than keeping his head down and sticking to the status quo. But he's just as curious about the galaxy as I am. As Al was. Full of stories that he's heard over the years. Some are fun, others are a little more...cautionary.

"So when he saw me tapping away at my datapad, writing little stories, he marched his ass down to the Terrace and got this for me. Sat me down and told me this...I mean, I guess I know it's true now. But back then it was unbelievable."

He remembered being eight or nine, hearing the story and thinking Wane was just being his usual old coot self.

"This planet...Taris...used to be a bigger metropolis than Coruscant. Skyscrapers and resorts and casinos and pleasure barges. If it wasn't in the Outer Rim, it could've been the Capital of the Old Republic. Took thousands of years to build...and a single year to destroy. All of the people, all of the technology, all of the money couldn't save them. But what did survive? Books. Hand written and printed books, unwanted, deep in the undercity. Along with the few survivors.

"So he said to me, 'Ed, don't you trust any of your important thoughts to a datapad. You better write them all down.' And he handed me this journal, and the rest is history. Honestly, I don't think that I would've ever gotten the courage to leave Bracca if it wasn't for Wane and this journal. Everything I ever thought was important to me, I put in here."

He stopped at a page that had his rough little sketches of a ship and the name Dragonborn scrawled across the top. He felt his eyes sting with unshed tears, then he looked up at Thalia and forced a wry smile.

"So, did I tell the story better than your...Force Echo?"

Her fingers twitched on her lap, and in his mind's eye, Eddie could see her reach across to comfort him. He almost wanted her to. But she stayed on Jeff's bed and simply stated, "You absolutely did."

"Why, thank you." He held his arms out and did a little bow in his seat, hamming it up to try and push past the heavy emotions that lingered. "So...what does this have to do with the force working in mysterious ways?"

Thalia scoffed and rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath before stating, "You know, there have been plenty of scholars in the history of the galaxy that have questioned whether we truly have freewill. Or if there is some predetermined fate that the Force keeps us moving towards."

Fate? Well, that was bantha shit in Eddie's opinion.

Still, he asked her, "What do you think?"

Of course, she avoided the question in the way only she could.

It seemed it was her turn to tell a story.

“The Jedi..." She paused in thought. "They take...took...children from their homes when they were very young, to begin teaching them the ways of the Force very early. To teach them to follow the light. And to prevent them from forming an attachment to their homes or their families. For some, that meant they were taken as babies. For me? I was...old enough to remember. Not much. But faces and names and places. Feelings. Things.

“The first time I came here…well, that’s a story in and of itself. I came across another survivor of the Purge, who urged me to try and find Master Cordova. I hired Benny and Bob to take me to a remote planet no one had heard of, but once I got here…everything clicked. Everything felt right. I could feel Master Cordova’s signature in the force. He might still be missing, but his presence is here if you know where to look. I could feel the planet itself urging me to reconnect with the force, taking me on a journey of self-discovery. Most of all, I could feel the long-forgotten memories of my childhood return.

“Bogano reminds me of the home I remember. Fields and marsh mud and soft wind…and nothing. So much nothing. So much death.”

Eddie felt a chill down his spine.

“Death? You feel…death here?” he asked, but she ignored it.

"One of the last things I remember, before the masters came, were letters. Paper letters. Electronics were shoddy at best, but the colony was safe enough for children to run around alone. My mother handed me a letter to take to my aunt who lived by Olaris Spaceport."

Eddie frowned.

Olaris...why was that familiar?

"You know why," Thalia responded, as if she could hear his thoughts.

"I'm gonna need you to stop doing that, sweetheart." He scoffed. "Or teach me how to stop you."

"We'll get to that," she said dismissively, then leaned closer and grabbed Eddie's hand. "You know why Olaris sounds familiar. Think about it. Really think. You know the answer."

Olaris. He let the word bounce around his thoughts for a moment. At first he could hear the echo in Thalia's voice.

It quickly changed to his uncle's, in the tone he used when he spun tales for Eddie's entertainment. Stories to get him to fall asleep on those long nights when he missed his parents.

The Sinking City. Olaris Spaceport. The Verdant Marshes.

Marsh mud and soft winds and death.

He looked down at his journal and muttered, "You're from Taris."

Thalia smiled sadly.

"Your uncle tells you a story and gives you a journal to write in. Paper to write on. Because of a half-destroyed planet where technology failed them. You write down all of your dreams, and one day those dreams take you halfway across the galaxy where you meet someone from that planet. Someone who tells you that...that you're something special. Something worth protecting. Something worth saving.”

"Bob said you'd done research on me," Eddie whispered.

"There are some things that you can't find out just by slicing, Eddie," she whispered back with a nervous smile. "I think...I think that's fate."

He pulled his hand away from hers and stood. He paced the length of the tent, mind racing as he tried to find some flaw in her story. Flaw in her logic. He pivoted to face her many times, only to keep pacing, unable to find some point to bring up.

"I didn't listen when you offered to bring me to Bogano. But you blew up my ship and brought me here anyway.” He pointed at her. "How is that fate? You forced me to come here."

"I didn't know the inquisitors were going to show up!" Thalia threw her hands in the air. "I was going to try one last ditch effort to get you to come, with the journal. But they beat me to it. Regardless of what I had planned—of what you had set your mind on—we ended up here."

"But you blew up my ship!"

"But I blew up your ship!" She got to her feet abruptly and closed the distance. She grabbed the lapels of his jacket to get him to stop pacing and shook him. "Do you want another apology? Or a smack in the face? I'm trying to ask you something important here, Eddie. I’m trying to ask if you want to learn the ways of the force.”

What?

“But you're too kriffing stubborn,” she continued, all the while still shaking him. “All roads led you here. To this minute. To this planet. To me. Whether you wanted it to or not."

"Fine!" he shouted at her.

"Fine! And you're here now."

"And I'm here!"

"So do you want me to teach you how to harness the Force? Or not? You big...scruffy...stupid...moof-milker!"

"Yes, I would like that a lot actually!"

"Gah!" She shoved him with all her might, sending him back a few steps. There was fire in her eyes as she seethed at him. It was funny. It was cute. "I knew you would say no! I hate you so much. You're such a little—"

"Thalia!" Eddie took a step towards her but she kept on yelling. "Thalia! I said yes!"

She went silent immediately, shoulders heaving as she caught her breath.

"You did?" she asked after a beat. She straightened her shoulders and ran a hand through her hair, trying to compose herself. "You did."

“Against my best judgement, yeah.” He huffed a bit of a laugh. “I guess I believe in fate after all.”

“Great.”

"Good."

"Good." She nodded and then headed out. "We'll get started in the morning then. Meet me at the edge of camp, by the vaporators, after breakfast."

And once she was gone, Eddie really let it all sink in. Let it all hit him.

What the hell had he just agreed to?

Eddie Moonsun and routines had, historically, never really gotten along.

He'd always been late for his classes at the Training Institute back on Bracca, rarely did his homework with any sort of timeliness. Once he was the Captain of his own ship, he knew not to delude himself into thinking he would grow up or take any more responsibility. He was going to be a great smuggler, sure, and his friends relied on his leadership to succeed, but that didn't mean he needed to wake up early every morning. Or adhere to any sort of schedule.

The only time that he could be considered reliable to stick to a schedule was when he promised to deliver something to a client on a certain date. That was just because money was involved.

So, it shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone, least of all to Eddie, that he was hopeless when it came to the expectations of routines that Thalia set for him.

He was late to meet up with her after lunch. He and Benny had been discussing a plan to replace the Dragonborn when he realized. He'd run across camp, interrupting the small group of kids that Thalia guided through meditation.

Their eyes all popped open in unison, giggling at his flustered appearance. Hair disheveled, out of breath, cheeks flushed.

"Sorry, I thought it was just going to be the two of us, sweetheart," he apologized as Thalia pulled him aside.

"They need to learn the basics," she explained. "Grounding themselves, their abilities. Learning to control them. You...it's going to be a little different. You're older."

"I'm still a kid at heart."

She laughed. "Oh I don't doubt that.” 

Then she explained what it was she expected of their time training together:

Wake up, walk the perimeter of the camp—some kind of patrol perhaps?—breakfast, chores, lunch, meditation with the kids, dinner, then bed.

"What about fun?" he questioned when she told him.

"What about fun?" Her brows shot up in surprise.

"You didn't give us any time for...I don't know...playing sabacc or reading, or...anything!" He threw his arms up in the air. "What about lightsaber training?"

"What about lightsaber training?"

"Stop repeating what I say!"

"You're not going to start with a lightsaber." Thalia scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Younglings don't get a lightsaber for...a few years at least."

"What?" Eddie screeched. "I have to wait a few years?"

"If you even get one." Thalia grabbed him as he tried to walk away from her. He mumbled expletives under his breath. "You need to learn how to channel the force first. Then to control your abilities. Then we can talk about a lightsaber."

He looked over her shoulder at the group of kids, all sitting restlessly, and he wondered if they would get a lightsaber eventually. Or now. Would this be different if he'd been found at their age?

He let the thought roll around in his head for a second, let it simmer with the doubt inside of him. When he'd agreed to this, he supposed he'd gotten caught up in the novelty of it. Be taught the ways of a Jedi? Become a hero? Sure. That was an easy yes. But how could he be one? He was just...a scoundrel. A no one.

"What if you were wrong?" Eddie asked abruptly. "I...I don't have...I can't move things with a wave of my hand or feel any echoes. You said you had a list? What if...if my name was on it by mistake?"

"I'm not wrong," Thalia insisted.

"But what if?"

"I'm not," she repeated. "But if I am...well, we just have to find out in the first place, right?"

She gave him a knowing, smug look and waited for him to agree.

"I guess," he said reluctantly.

She took a step forward and took his hands in hers, then looked deep into his eyes with a sincerity he hadn't known in anyone outside of his uncle and his friends. It was shocking, especially coming from her.

"I believe in you, Eddie," she muttered gently. "I hope I can help you believe in yourself."

He didn't know how to respond. So he just nodded.

She stepped back, pulling him along with her. "We just have to start. So, let's go."

She led him over to the group and made him sit, legs crossed, amongst them.

Meditation was difficult.

Day after day, he simply sat there amongst the kids, waiting for something to happen. Anything. To the point where he was starting to get desperate.

He wasn't really sure what he should've been doing; he looked around at the others. Max's hands rested on her knees, Will kept his eyes closed, and El was practically buzzing with energy even though she herself remained perfectly still. The atoms around her shifted imperceptibly, or so it seemed.

But for Eddie? Nothing worked.

He couldn't stay still enough, keep his eyes closed for long enough, or stay in one position. There were too many noises, too many feelings, too many bodies near him.

And the frustration he felt over failing at the simplest activity led to more failure and discontent with everything else expected of him. He stayed up late every night with worry, slept in every morning, missed all of the one-on-one time that Thalia had planned. He grumped and groused, threw insults at everyone who could take it. It happened to the point where he'd even pissed Hop who was apparently El’s adoptive father. El, the so-called force protege.

He even began to annoy his friends.

"You're being a real piece of bantha shit, Ed," Jeff called him out when he'd grumbled through chores for the 3rd day in a row. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Eddie hissed.

D5-TN rolled by, honking and whistling in a way that almost sounded like Eddie's own grumbling. It earned laughs from the rest of the crew of the Dragonborn—former crew, that is—but Eddie simply kicked the back of Dustin's can-shaped body and stormed off.

He walked.

And walked.

And walked.

Past the edge of the camp, past the small body of murky water that he and Thalia were supposed to meet every morning but never did, past the series of machines and satellites that Bob had erected to pick up any stray comms.

Until he was well and truly alone for the first time in...well, had he ever been this alone?

Eddie observed his surroundings. The small outline of the camp from the direction that he came and, up ahead, a spire of stone cut through the burning, setting twin suns. He closed his eyes and savored the warmth of it on his face, smelled the sweet grasses and peaty soil around him. Little critters jumped and chittered around him—boglings—but it was generally peaceful. Quiet.

He let instinct control his body, let himself fall to the ground with his legs crossed and hands rested on his knees. He breathed deeply, tried to focus on...focus on nothing. Wasn't that what Thalia instructed them all to do?

Breathe deeply, clear their minds until they were the only ones there. Push out all of the distractions of the outside world, then they might find the light within them.

But what light was there in Eddie? He couldn't feel that within him. When he thought of the force, when he thought of the Jedi...he thought of the heroes of his childhood. He thought of the austere monks that could move things with their mind and preached peace and justice and balance. Even Thalia, the self-proclaimed not-Jedi, was surrounded by calm.

He was...he was chaos personified. He was wild and unpredictable. He was always looking for the next place. He was restless. He was less than. He could never be like that. Wise and powerful and serene. It was simply not him.

"Is that what you think about yourself?" Eddie's eyes popped open and shouted in surprise at Thalia's sudden interruption of his...well, it wasn't really meditation, was it? "Probably not," she answered his thoughts again.

"Stop that!" he growled at her.

"No," she scoffed and dropped to the ground before him, knees almost touching his. "It's fun to mess with you." He refused to look at her. "Oh, come on, don't tell me you didn't try and mess with me before either. I know you enjoyed it."

"I don't like having the privacy of my mind invaded," he spat at her.

"I'm not reading your thoughts, per se," she explained. "Some people can. But I'm simply feeling the way you interact with the world around you. And you were projecting a lot of...self-doubt."

"I told you I didn't think this force thing was for me," he snarked. "Of course I doubt myself."

She rolled her eyes.

"Why are you so hell-bent on this?" he questioned.

"Because you're barely even trying, and you're already quitting."

"I can't do what the others can. I can't even meditate."

"Everyone is different." She reached across and poked him, hard, in the chest. "Did I, or did I not make that clear when I explained that I wasn't given the opportunity to be a Jedi? I'm not a soldier. I couldn't...wave a lightsaber around and take a life. But that doesn't mean I couldn't do other things."

"Like what?" he scoffed. "Your little mind tricks. Your little force echoes. Your little...memory walks."

"Yes."

"How useful."

"It is useful. It's a gateway. It's how I found out how to do more, how to be more. How to redeem myself. How to be this. How to find you."

"And once again I say, I'm useless. I'm nothing."

Thalia sighed again, but closed her eyes this time.

"Listen, I'm no teacher," she began, but Eddie was quick to interrupt her.

"Well, don't look at me. I barely paid attention in class."

She ignored him and continued. "That doesn't mean I'm going to give up on you." Her eyes opened and stared deeply into his. "Those kids? They could be the next Jedi Order. They could be the ones that take down the empire, protect the galaxy. But doesn't that just put us right back where we started? A Jedi Order that doesn't care to do things the right way? One that values soldiers over...peace? I can't do that to them. I need to protect them from that.

"But you, Eddie...you're...nothing. You're a blank slate and a loose canon, and you don't fit in any one slot because you aren't meant to. If the Jedi didn't come and find you, it's because you didn't fit their mold. And that's a good thing. Maybe that's what we need right now to save the light that is left.

"A single spark of courage," she concluded, almost reciting some quote she knew from her past life. "Can ignite the fires of hope and restore peace across the galaxy. We are that spark. You are that spark."

His eyes darted between hers, a warm feeling building in his chest at her words.

"You know," he muttered. "You might find a career in motivational speeches since Star Tours isn't gonna end up working out for you."

Thalia snorted and gently pushed against his shoulder. Then she took his hands in hers and told him to match her breathing.

Breathe. In. Out. Breathe.

"The Jedi," Thalia explained as she wrapped a scrap of cloth around his head to cover his eyes, "were focused on these higher realms of thought. Find the light within and suddenly the whole universe opens up for them. One being dies and they become one with the force, part of a greater whole. Fulfill their destiny to strengthen the force. Which is true!

“But, it didn't ground them into reality. In fact, they were so focused on the rest of the force that they even went without themselves. They clung to their emptiness, convinced themselves it was superior. No emotions, no attachments. No fear, no love. And when it was time for them to face reality, they were unprepared to deal with the fall they took."

"I don't see why that means I need to keep my eyes closed, sweetheart," Eddie muttered as she tied the cloth tighter.

They stood at the edge of camp, late at night. Everyone else was asleep, even the droids, but they were wide awake and training. A small warming fire was glowing nearby, but they were almost entirely bathed in the darkness of night. The only other light they had was the star-filled sky above them.

It made the blindfold almost doubly-redundant.

"Because you're the opposite. You’re…unique. You’re you, and you feel so much. When you try to meditate, you can't stand the thought of finding the light within yourself." Eddie tried to protest but she stopped him. "And that's good, for what we want. It means you're inclined to the Living Force."

He could practically hear the unspoken like me in her voice.

"And what does that mean?"

"The Living Force is exactly what it sounds like. All things living. All life is unique and special and part of the greater whole already. We live our destiny. To live, before we become one with the force, is a gift.”

On and on she went, and he could feel her pacing around him; she explained everything she expected from him calmly and in great detail, but didn’t dumb it down or condescend to him at all.

They were all incredibly confusing concepts, and Eddie made a few self-deprecating jokes about thinking it was only as simple as sword fights and good vs evil. But Thalia was patient with him, and explained how the Living Force affected those things. It was eye-opening, pun intended, and it made him more eager and excited to finally find where his strengths in the force lay.

When she got to the end, she took one of his hands in hers and settled the other on her chest, right over her heart.

“What are you doing?” He tried to tug his hand away, to pull it to his own chest but she held it there steadily.

“These are the first steps,” she explained. “But we need to jumpstart your training. I had hoped getting you up early before the rest of camp was awake, you’d be able to feel the little changes in the world as everything came to life for the day—”

“I’m not a morning person.”

“—but you aren't a morning person so we need to try a different approach. This is it. We get you to recognize how the living force manifests in me, then we branch out to the rest of the camp. And eventually…eventually you’ll be able to find it within yourself too.”

“Again I ask, why the blindfold?”

“Your eyes can deceive you. Sight is both the strongest and weakest sense. You won’t truly feel what it is that you need to feel if you keep relying on what you see.”

“That…” Eddie let the thought mull around his head for a moment. “…makes sense.”

He could hear the smile in Thalia's voice when she said, “Glad you’re finally seeing things from my perspective."

"Don't expect it to happen again."

"Uh-huh. Now, I want you to feel. Feel the physical aspects of me as I stand here in front of you. With you. And then we can build from there.” She squeezed one hand, and then pressed the other hand further into her chest.

He took a deep breath. Once, twice. Tried to sync his breathing along with hers like they'd done the other day, so he could focus on what he felt.

The steadiness of her pulse beneath his fingers, the stitches of her jacket that indented into his palm, her unexpected calluses that brushed against the back of his hand. She was solid and real and tangible in his grasp. She felt like Thalia, which seemed a little obvious since she was Thalia...but there was just something intrinsic that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

It felt the way it did when he kissed her. Calm and bright. Quiet and powerful. Human. Alive. Here with him, here for him.

He'd been a little shit to her, but she had been there for him. He couldn't deny that. She was right, the small little things that connected them. Maybe it wasn't fate in the way that you would think of it, but she hadn't given up on him. Hadn't given up on trying to save him. And how many others could he confidently say had done that for him in his life?

She squeezed his hand. He squeezed back.

And then his touch went through her. He reached into her.

She evaporated and he fell forward, stumbling ahead a few steps. He waved his arms frantically, trying to find her; he called her name but got no response.

Panic settled in, shortness of breath and the sudden urge to rip the blindfold off and run away. In fact, his hands had immediately went to his face, fingers gripping the cloth. But, for some reason, he stopped.

Calmness settled over him, deep breathing that wasn't his...but who did it belong to?

He tried calling for Thalia again, to no avail, and then he thought beyond her. Because he wasn't really alone. They were just at the edge of camp. He focused on the crackling of the fire and the distant beeps of machinery, then further beyond that. Dayv's snoring, G'areth farting, Benny checking readings in the cockpit of the Mantis before he went to sleep himself.

There were over a dozen consciousnesses in the depths of sleep; just out of reach, past the edge of his blindfold. He could feel them, practically see them. See their dreams. Nebulous clouds and colors of their minds, of their souls, floating and swirling in innocence and imagination. Pinpricks of light, like the millions of stars above him.

No, not just above him.

Every being in the camp...they were all made of starlight.

Then the stars began to converge, forming shapes around him in his sightless landscape. Until he could see again, see everything. The camp, the fire, the sky above and the planet below. All living creatures, not just the members of their ragtag little party, but the wild creatures that lived beyond the confines of their camp, too. He could even see the millions of electrical signals relaying on D5-TN's motherboard.

Was this it? Was this what Thalia felt? Saw? Was this what she was trying to get him to see too? Was this it? Was this the Living Force?

Was he doing it? He couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe that this was the Force, and that he was doing it...he did it. He had it.

It was overwhelming, and out of his control.

It was exhilarating.

Suddenly, he felt himself being pulled back and the weight of a hand settled back into his. He squeezed first this time, and she squeezed back. Without him taking his blindfold off, she began to take shape before him.

Gleaming and glowing, Thalia's luminous inner starlight formed her gentle smile and her wind-swept curls, the shape of her body and the depth of her soul. She burned and glowed brightly under his touch.

She was beautiful.

Then it was gone as she abruptly reached up and pulled the blindfold from his eyes. He blinked and found her there, tangible and whole and human, in the flesh before him. Even in the low light, he could see the blush that burned her cheeks.

"Alright." She cleared her throat awkwardly. "That's enough for tonight."

She tried to pull her hand away from his but he held fast.

"I did it," he whispered, tears building in the corners of his eyes. "I really...I did it." The defensiveness melted from her posture and she took a step closer, squeezing his hand once again.

"I told you that you could," she insisted. Pride was evident in her voice.

Eddie started rambling, relaying everything to her. The entire experience. He was full of wonder and disbelief as he spoke a mile-a-minute, fumbling over his own words like he couldn't tell her fast enough.

He paused to catch his breath and his eyes darted from her to the camp, then out into the wild and back. It wasn't as vivid as it had been as the blindfold was on, but he could still see the little remnants of energy that emanated from the world around them.

"I just..." He ran a hand into his hair and started laughing. "Is that...well, no wonder you keep reading my mind, sweetheart, if that's what you see all the time."

She let out a chuckle, and opened her mouth to say something. Eddie could sense the snark that was building in her chest, about to come from her lips.

But before the words could escape her, he closed the distance and pressed his lips to hers, arms circling her.

Thalia stiffened in his grasp again, and then settled against him. Unlike the reluctance she showed on Outpost 86, she accepted his embrace this time, accepted his kiss.

Their lips moved together and their hands softly explored of their own volition. The heat between them roared and crackled, like the warming fire beside them. It was hesitant and gentle, but still bright and burning.

He thought about other kisses he'd experienced in his life—shit, he could even sense the vestiges of Thalia's recollection of kisses she'd had in the past—and he decided that he liked that there was something different about this experience with her.

For the first time in his life, this kiss felt like hope.

Next Chapter: Episode 7 - The Force is With Me

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[queenofdragons12]

𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙍 𝙈𝙀 𝙊𝙍 𝘿𝙄𝙀, the bad batch

It shouldn't be like this, you weren't meant to be here. But the Jedi Council sent you to Kallar, to a place where you could feel something was wrong, so wrong. The Force whispered of shadows clinging to the bright tapestries of life; of a dissonance threading through the melody of the universe. You stepped cautiously on this unfamiliar ground, senses heightened, knowing that whatever awaited was more than it seemed.

Your wings, black as the void between stars and speckled with their glittering essence, sliced through the crisp air. You soared above a winter wonderland that was anything but peaceful. Below, a young Padawan dashed along a snowy path, his breath puffing out in frantic clouds, with a squad of all-too-familiar troopers on his heels.

Stars and curses, you mused with a hint of amusement, your inner dragon itching for a bit of chaos. With a roar that could rival the fiercest space storm, you announced your presence. The droids, those clanking metal menaces, swiveled their heads towards the forest from whence you emerged like some mythic beast from the tales of old.

With the grace of a ballet dancer and the precision of a Jedi Knight, you positioned yourself directly above them. A mere flick of your majestic wings sent you gliding into attack position. Then, with a dramatic flair worthy of the grandest stage, you unleashed a torrent of blue fire from your maw, turning the droids into a scrapyard bonfire.

Just then, as if on cue for comedic relief, the Bad Batch bulldozed through the trees, each member looking more bewildered than the last. "Talk about making an entrance," one of them quipped, eyeing the fiery spectacle you'd created.

The biggest of them, Wrecker, let out a dismayed sound that could only be described as the most endearing grunt of surprise. The other troopers just triangulated their gazes as you landed with a thud on the snowy ground, sending a flurry of white powder in all directions.

The Padawan rushed up to you, embracing your leg with the fearlessness of youth. "Nightshaper, you're here!" he beamed up at you, his eyes shining with relief and admiration. You purred, a deep, gurgling sound vibrating from your throat, and dipped your massive head to give the brave young Padawan a gentle nudge. It was a moment of warmth amidst the cold, a touch of humor in the face of danger—a perfect snapshot of the chaos you both lived for.

You turned to face the Batch, young Caleb still clinging to your leg. "Hello again," you said, your voice as smooth as a river and as glorious as birdsong. The Batch exchanged puzzled looks.

"Uh, do we know you?" asked Echo, his visor reflecting a hint of confusion.

You snorted, smoke curling around your black horns in an almost playful display of your power. Stepping forward, Caleb got the hint and released his grip on you.

"You do," you affirmed, lowering your head to meet the gaze of all five men. Your presence was undeniable, a force of nature with a touch of mystery, and a sense of humor that seemed to dance in the air like the very smoke that wreathed your horns.

"Don't think we do," Crosshair retorted, his arms crossed as he studied you from top to bottom with that sharpshooter's scrutiny. "And you took out our objective."

His words were pointed, but there was a flicker of intrigue behind that stoic facade. He might not remember you, but your actions had certainly made an impression.

A chuckle made the troopers freeze up before they realized it was you. Your forked tongue flicked out to lick the air, playfully catching a snowflake that melted instantly. You smirked and turned to face Hunter, the leader of this batch of clones.

"Surely the leader of this batch remembers the scent of the Indoraptor that saved their sorry asses," you teased with a hint of mirth in your voice, reminding them of past adventures where your paths had crossed—and where you had been the difference between their victory and defeat.

Hunter's head tilted slightly, a silent question forming as his eyes narrowed. Then, with a sharp intake of breath that cut through the cold air, he reached up and pulled off his helmet. "Nyx? Is it really you? I thought you died," he said, his voice a mix of shock and a hope he hadn't felt in a long time.

The rest of the Batch seemed to turn to stone, the news hitting them like a blaster bolt. "Nyx?" Tech repeated, his hand absentmindedly going to his head, pushing back against the logic that had been challenged. "That can't be possible. The reports... they all confirmed her death at Mandalore."

The moment hung between them, heavy with the ghosts of past battles and the weight of a history rewritten. There you were, Nyx, the shadow that had slipped through death's fingers, standing before them as if conjured from their deepest memories—a tale not yet finished.

Your throat bobbed, and they all watched as your head tipped up, snout to the air, in that characteristic way of yours. Laughter rang out, smooth and playful as always, filling the space between the snowflakes.

"It is me, Tech. Trust me," you said, your voice carrying the warmth of familiarity. "And those reports are overly exaggerated. I didn't die; I simply..." You trailed off, a dramatic pause hanging in the air before you lifted a claw. It was sharp, pristine white ivory that gleamed even under the muted light, a testament to transformation. "Transformed."

Wrecker's laughter, a deep and infectious rumble, filled the air as he stepped forward, arms outstretched to embrace you in his customary bear hug. However, Crosshair, ever the embodiment of caution, extended an arm to halt his brother-in-arms. "That can't be possible. No one survives a gunfight like that, least of all Nyx," he stated with a cool detachment, his voice a fortress of skepticism.

Your gaze, sharp and piercing as shards of ice, locked onto him. With measured grace, you closed the distance between you until your snout barely grazed the cold metal of his chest armor. "I knew you'd be the pessimist, little Cross. You always were," you taunted, your tone laced with a playful edge. "You don't remember when I made you cry out my name, do you?"

The words hung heavy, a challenge thrown down before him. A flush crept up Crosshair's neck, a rare show of emotion from the stoic sniper, yet he remained motionless, a statue under your scrutiny.

With a subtle flare of your nostrils and a knowing smirk playing on your lips, you circled your tongue around your jaws, a casual display of confidence. "Huh. That's what I thought," you declared, leaving no room for doubt, your presence commanding the respect of legends whispered in the halls of soldiers.

You turned to the others with a warm smile softening your features. "But I am here, and I am back. Sorry it took so long to find you," you said, your voice carrying the weight of unspoken stories and the warmth of rekindled camaraderie. The sincerity in your tone bridged the gap of time and battle, reaffirming bonds that had never truly been severed.

Hunter reached out, pressing a hand to your snout with a familiarity that spoke of shared history. You purred, allowing yourself a moment of vulnerability as you closed your eyes, just taking in his scent. It was comforting, familiar, and you realized just how much you had missed it—missed their scent. The unique blend of each member of the Batch was a reminder of the camaraderie you once shared, now reignited in this unexpected reunion.

And in that moment, with the warmth of connection and the silent vows exchanged through touch and presence, you knew—you would never, ever leave them again.

[readingreddingread]

As a former dancer who did some gymnastics I had a moment of painful empathy for the clone troopers of Star Wars in regards to their shortened life spans

In the arts there are plenty of which mastery comes with age, you don't lose your skill and talent over time

Dance is not one of them, age steals your mastery from you no matter how good you are or how hard you've worked it will be taken from you and there's no stopping it.

What horror it must be to created and trained to perfection for one purpose and one purpose only then have your ability to perform that purpose taken from you by your own body decided by someone else. To be built to fail.

[ladyzirkonia]

Captain Vaughn

Hey my beloved clone enthusiasts I need your help! After seeing this man on my dash board today, I can't get him out of my head. I love that a character like Fox, who played such a little role in canon, has become such a cool character because of the community. So show Captain Vaughn your love, we can do that for this man too! Share your headcannons and if you feel like it maybe art and spread the love!

I will try to summarize the whole thing at the end and this is where I start:

Music Enthusiast: Vaughn loves music and is an exceptionally good dancer. Although normally reserved, Vaughn becomes a graceful and mesmerizing dancer when the music hits. He has a natural sense of rhythm and can move effortlessly to the music and hee occasionally surprises his clone troopers with impromptu dance sessions to lighten the mood.

Protector and Mentor: Despite his tough exterior, Captain Vaughn has a softer side when it comes to his troops. He takes on the role of a mentor and protector, ensuring the well-being and development of his clone troopers. Vaughn goes out of his way to support and guide his soldiers, earning their loyalty and respect in return.

[veryace-ficrecs]

Obi-Wan Kenobi & Ahsoka Tano Fic Recs

I'm posting this today for @theadmiralbitch happy birthday!!! 🎂

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

a worthwhile endeavour by wrennette -Rated G

They were currently at nearly 36 hours since Obi-Wan last slept, which meant that tonight, they'd be breaking out the big guns. Ahsoka knew the routine by now, the major points practiced enough that she could improvise a little to keep her Master from catching on. Co-Commanders Tano and Cody have a plan.

Mall Rat Ahsoka by phoenixyfriend - Rated G

Ahsoka falls into the mall fountain, gets fished out by a security guard, and gets Obi-Wan to lie and claim he's her father to get out of trouble. It works.

Diplomacy by Phosphorescent - Rated G

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka's mission to Tatooine does not go according to plan. Anakin's really going to be sorry he missed this... “The Mighty Jabba has been looking for a new dancer ever since our last one… required replacement,” the droid said. It moved closer, head swiveling back and forth between the two Jedi. “You are a fit specimen. Please report to the tailor droid for a fitting of your dancing outfit.” Ahsoka had her lightsaber in hand and ignited practically before the droid had finished speaking.

The Thread That Binds Us by Did_you_see_the_light_in_my_heart - Rated G

Ahsoka is running out of time to get her formal robes for the Yearly Ball For All Sentient Beings and no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to get Anakin's attention long enough to help her solve the problem. But maybe someone else can help her. “Tell me, my dear, what’s troubling you?” Master Kenobi asks. She lowers her fork and stops, swallowing hard. “I… I don’t have anything to wear for the ball,” she says quietly. Set early in Ahsokas apprenticeship. Relationships are still fresh.

Accepting Emotion by LazarusII - Rated G

Dealing with the stress and anxiety of being a prospective Padawan, Ahsoka Tano struggles to manage her emotions. Obi-Wan Kenobi finds her practicing in the dojo, confidence in tatters. His words make all the difference.

Chosen, not assigned by Lysore - Rated G

"It looks like our problems are solved. Fresh troops, new supplies, and perhaps they brought my new Padawan with them," Obi-Wan had said. Though there seemed to be a misunderstanding regarding the identity of the Master of said Padawan.

carried in your heart by grumpyhedgehogs - Rated G

“I am always with you.” Obi-Wan tells her. Her heart thumps painfully in her chest as her grandmaster rests his palm over it. The organ betrays her, beats away like it can crack her ribs apart and slip between them to leap into Obi-Wan’s chest and stay there with him, always. Slowly, tentatively, Ahsoka lets Obi-Wan guide her to rest her own palm over his heart. It pulses under her fingers, reminding Ahsoka at least one Jedi still lives on. “You are always with me.”

Negotiator's Garden by NyeLung - Rated G

The curious thing is that the clone troopers keep bringing Master Kenobi those cuttings, he accepts them gratefully and then he puts them in soil and waters them and they don't wither and die. They should wither and die. That Alderaani snow zherry cannot withstand hyperspace travel. That Kashyyyk begonia is carnivorous and what Master Kenobi has put into the soil as roots are actually the tentacles it uses to catch prey. The oneshot where Obi-Wan is most likely some kind of space fae, Ahsoka is a botany nerd and there's debatably sentient plants.

these battle scars (don't look like they're fading) by CallToMuster - Rated T

If there was one thing Ahsoka knew about her grandmaster, it was that he hated medical treatment and those who gave it. She just never knew why.

Waiting and Learning by otherhawk - Rated G

During a brief period of time when Ahsoka Tano is working with the 212th under Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka takes part in a mission to obtain separatist codes. Unfortunately the mission involves a lot of downtime without much entertainment as they wait for an ambush. Along the way Ahsoka gets to know her grandmaster better and makes some new friends.

[mereelskirata]

Not me making this list just so I can remember all these characters and where they are in the universe. Nope. Not I.

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Star Wars OCs:

Axi "Axil" Taarki (She/Her) - Mechanic (Sigr's padawan in Jedi!AU)

Veenirdyn Sigr (Nero Sinclair Jedi/SW!AU) (They/Them) - Jedi Knight, General of (idfk still thinking about it), retrieval of ancient Jedi artifacts. Smoocher of Captain Keeli . Totallynottheonlyreasonwhythisauexistsinthefirstplace Still working on background things for him!

Tinali (Xe/Xey/Xem) - Clothing Store Owner, Lock's S/O.

Corde Pavan (He/They) - Mandalorian

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Clones (All assigned to Sigr and Axil in AU)

Hope (He/Him) - Medic, 212th

Rain - (He/Him) Heavy Gunner, 212th

Laughter (He/Him) - Riot Trooper, Coruscant Guard post-Umbara (originally 501st)

Bruiser (He/Him) - ARC Trooper, 104th

Ten-Four (They/Them) - Captain, Coruscant Guard

Lock (He/Him) - Massiff Unit, Coruscant Guard

Mal (He/Him) - Medic, 41st

Cariad - Pilot, Unknown

Hops (She/Her) - Heavy Gunner, Unknown

Needles (Any) - Medic, Unknown

Fuse - Commando, Vespa Squad

Cuyan - Commando, Vespa Squad

Wraith - Commando, Vespa Squad

Crow - Commando, Vespa Squad

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Non Star Wars/Fandom OCs:

Aoife Dia - Final Fantasy XV - Hunter - Pinterest

Asher Madain - Final Fantasy XV/Kingsglaive - Kingsglaive - Pinterest

Nero Sinclair - Final Fantasy XIV - Warrior of Light

Cora Thuraine - Final Fantasy XIV - Dancer - Pinterest

Arethasgr - Dragon - Pinterest

Avery Shay - Doctor - Pinterest

Shiloh - Medium - Pinterest

Sebastian Blake - Barista - Pinterest Cain Holt - Hitman - Pinterest

1419- M "Max" - Android - Pinterest

[nopynopa]

Trip to Bayuka

part 8 : Waxer x Jaci

Warning: none

A/N: I’m not really good in English, but I will improve it. I created Jaci’s character to love children just like Waxer so they can have a good chemistry 🥰

It started at they got on duchess Ranee’s private ship. Senator Amata said it was boring that just sitting and waiting for arriving on Bayuka so she persuaded everyone to join her in karaoke room. Absolutely, Waxer and Jaci joined her. They sang love song together. Cherrish said they were very good singers. Not only singing together, but they danced together also. Amata sang, and everybody danced with their couples. Jaci never expected that clone troopers were good dancers.

“Me again ?” Jaci said when Amata gave her a microphone.

“The last song” Cherrish said and yawned.

“Singing together ?” Jaci turned to Waxer who looked sleepy.

Waxer sang the last song with Jaci. In karaoke room, there were less than ten people left although there were more than twenty people when the party started. Some had gone to bed already. After they had finished their last song, they went to bed, and slept for long next days.

After Ranee’s ship arrived at the capital city of Bayuka, everyone disappeared to their trip. Jaci and Waxer had to hurry because their gate pretty far.

“You don’t have to hurry like that” Jaci told him while they were running to the gate. “It half hour left!”

“Sorry, I’m just too excited” He said.

“Who isn’t excited? We are going to one of top ten traveling cities” She said.

They got on the ship which brought them to the city on mountains. The ship flew over thin fog. They could see wild and mountain below. The ship landed on top of mountain. There was a city here! On top of the mountain! There were glass bridges and ferris wheels connected with other mountains. After they had gotten off the ship, Waxer suddenly ran toward edge. He could see thin fog like endless sea.

“Tomorrow fog will ticker” Jaci said from behind. “In the past, they had to walk to other mountains”

“It must be difficult” Waxer said. Jaci nodded.

“Do you want to cross a bridge ?” She asked.

“Sure!” He answered.

On a bridge, Waxer were standing with his shaking legs. He looked below, and his face paled. “It’s too high! I can’t do it” He yelled.

“Just close your eyes so you don’t know how high you are” She yelled. “Hurry up”

“B…but how can I see if my eyes are closing” He yelled. Lucky enough that no one was here, so no one complained about their noise. Jaci walked toward him. She led her hand on his shoulder.

“Walking together ?” She held his hand. They walked until they reached the other side. There was a little boy crying. Jaci looked around and nobody around them.

“Are you okay young one” She asked the little boy.

“I’m scared” He sobbed.

“You know, I’m scared too, but I have her with me. Maybe we can stay with you until your parents found you” Waxer console the boy.

“What are you doing here alone” She asked him with her sweet voice.

“I played hide and seek with my brother. Now I’m lost” He began to cry.

“It’s okay” She stroked his back. “Maybe we can help you find your brother” She offered him a help. The boy nodded.

“Alright let’s go. What is your name little one” Waxer held his one hand, and Jaci held the others.

“Nick” The boy answered.

“Nice to meet you Nick. My name is Waxer this my girlfriend Jaci” Waxer said while they were walking through the glass bridge.

They walked until they passed the bridge. A boy was running toward them. He stopped in front of them and breathed heavily. The little boy released his hand from them, and ran to the other boy.

“Nott!” The little boy said while he was running.

“Finally found you, mama not gonna kill me” He hugged the little boy.

“So you’re Nick’s brother ?” Waxer asked the boy who just ran toward them.

“Yes, and you ?” He answered him.

“I’m Waxer and this is Jaci. I found your brother alone on the bridge” Waxer told him.

“Oh we played hide and seek together. I thought I gonna lost him” Nott said. “Thank you” Two boy walked away. Nick moved his hand to say goodbye to them, and they did the same thing.

“They pretty cute brothers right ?” Jaci smiled at him. “If I had sons, I’d like them be just like them” Waxer’s face turned red.

“They will be cute. Don’t you want daughters ?” He said with his shaking voice, and didn’t look at her face.

“Absolutely not, girls are very cute, aren’t they ? You have been with Numa” She answered him immediately. “I think they’re cute so I want my children to be just like that no matter they’re boys or girls”

They went to check in at hotel. It wasn’t that big, but it looked comfortable and warm. There were many trees in the garden. They sat on a bench under a tree. Jaci laid on Waxer’s lap. They looked up to the tree which had fruit on it.

“I wish Boil came here” Waxer said.

“Ahhh I think he’s having a great time in the sea” Jaci said.

The next day, they sat on a cable car. The fog was thicker than the day before. It just like they flew above clouds. They still see trees below, they were green, but some were blue, yellow, orange and pink.

“Beautiful right ?” Jaci asked him.

“Absolutely” He answered while looking below. “Look!” He pointed at a big pink bird that flew pass their ferris wheel. Then a big group flew pass them. Jaci moved to his side. The gab between them was less than centimeter. She turned to him, but her lips touched his cheeks, made its color just like the birds.

[thisiswerethefunbegins]

Characters

as I make new OCs more will be added to this list. I have not listed all of my OCs, but they are listed in the link to my Star Wars OC master list at the bottom of the post if you want to see the other ones.

Disclaimer: some of these OCs belong to my IRL Aiden , but I have been given permission to do what I want with them, and I know them well enough where I believe I can play them confidently.

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Sludge: A stray corsocaunt Tooka Cat

Prequels:

Master Jinera Vestria: a levelheaded and kind Jedi master with a deep sense of emotional stability, and a firm belief in romantic love

Gen Mentel: a Jedi knight and younger brother to Pical, he’s very carefree, but his values often clash with the order

Master Pical Mentel: (IRL’s OC) a strict, no nonsense, Jedi master and older brother to Gen. He cares deeply about his loved ones, but has a strict code of order that can often cause arguments.

Zac: (IRL’s OC) a young Padawan, who’s just trying to find his place in everything

Reese Tal: a rambunctious Padawan, who just wants to spend their time being a kid, instead of having to be a Jedi. Their reckless abandon often get them into trouble.

Sunni Tokka: a shy and responsible Padawan, forced to grow up too quickly.

Rose: A love sick and very romantic Clone sharpshooter

Kev: a brotherly, Clone Trooper with a passion for painting, they are a squad, captain and all-terrain vehicle specialist.

Digits: a war, torn, Clone technician, who makes himself seem much more cold than he really is (you are welcome to speak with him from the bad batch era)

Switch: a charismatic and outgoing, Clone medic, who just wants to find a place to fit in (you are welcome to speak with him from the bad batch era)

Imperial Era:

Airic Tevat: a former dancer, and now copilot aboard the pirate gun ship juggernaut, she is blunt and sarcastic, and loves to gossip

Brothers in arms:

(role-plays with them will inevitably be not serious there’s no way I can make them serious)

Bob: a former padwan turned sith turned storm trooper, don’t think the force helps him. He’s still terrible at his job. (you’re welcome to talk to him as a Padawan.)

Alan: if a manic, Pixie dream girl was a scout trooper, bless his soul he’s trying

First Order:

Tagdh Dowd a Lieutenant Colonel in the first order that just want to do his job and not deal with the reality tv show that is first order high command

AUs:

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Others

you can role-play with characters that do not have links to posts because even if I haven’t posted about them, I know my character

STAR WARS OCS

[saggitary]

Ok I don’t know where I saw it but I saw someone’s headcanon that Jedi learn how to dance for like political stuff. They learn different cultures dances so if they need to attend a formal event during peace times they can respect the different cultures and I really liked that idea.

Masters could pass down certain dances to their students and some lineages might even have a signature style they do really well. They also teach classes at the temple so Jedi can learn dances from the planet and culture they came from.

Fast forward to the war and there isn’t as much time for masters to teach their students so it becomes a required course that Padawans take. The teachers make videos for their students so they can practice on the Venators and perform once they find themselves back in Coruscant.

Obi-Wan is a good dancer and made sure that Anakin knew how to dance. Anakin can dance but he’s not the best at it and doesn’t enjoy it as much as Obi-Wan does so whenever Obi-Wan finds himself on the 501st’s ship, he makes sure to dance with Ahsoka.

Ahsoka likes dancing, she readily picked up on performance styles like ballet, it also helps translate over to her fighting style. She’s always happy when her grandmaster offers to help her with partner dances but he isn’t always around when she needs him. Anakin helped her a little bit but she could tell he would rather be else where so she quickly gave up on him. This left her to turn to her next best option: the Clone troopers.

When Ahsoka first asks Rex if he can help her with dancing, he’s very confused. He never leaned how to dance nor did he think he’d ever need to. However Ahsoka was happy to reach him so he could in turn help her learn. She had to learn a style of partner dancing called Swing Dancing, so she had to teach Rex the leading part first. Other troopers stopped in the training rooms to watch and joke around much to Rex’s annoyance.

After an hour Rex was exhausted.

“Alright thank you Rex for helping me today.” Ahsoka told him.

“Don’t know how much I helped kid.” He huffed with a laugh.

Someone cleared their throat behind them.

“Could I maybe try sir?”

Ahsoka turned to see Echo standing behind them.

Turns out he’d been watching the dance lesson for a while and had begun to pick up on the ques and steps.

Ahsoka was surprised at how quickly the ARC picked up on it once she started instructing him. She could tell Echo was enjoying it as well, which made it more fun.

Once other troopers saw the ARC start to learn, they also asked to be taught, most picking up the skill easily.

Next time Obi-Wan is on board, he’s surprised to walk in to see Jesse waltzing across the training room with Ahsoka.

[dhampiravidi]

SWTOR/Clone Wars SW OC - Rela'Vasani

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BASIC DESCRIPTION

Full Name: Rela'Vasani

Nickname(s): Mute (by fellow Younglings), Rela Vasani

Alias(es): Shadow Alpha (Rebel codename), Darth Venator (verse dependent; pronounced “Ven-Ah-Ter”)

Age: 19-50+ (born on Denon in 3670 BBY/39 BBY; era dependent)

Era(s): The Old Republic OR Rise of the Empire/Rebellion

Species: Twi'lek

Gender: Cisgender Female (she/her)

Sexuality: Pansexual (Demiromantic)

Alignment: The Republic (Lawful Good)

Class: Jedi - changes study from Sage to Shadow

Languages: Galactic Basic, Twi'lek + Jedi omnilingual Force ability

APPEARANCE (FC is Rachi Sitra)

Rela is a female Twi'lek who stands at 5'7" (1.7 m). Her purple skin is patterned with white tapering lines. She has blue eyes. Like most of her species, Rela is naturally slender in build, but her Jedi training has toned her figure. After the explosion she survived, Rela has a hearing implant and some scarring on the left side of her face. As a Jedi, Rela wears beige robes. They have dark brown seams & the gaping sleeves stop just below her elbows to meet dark brown wrist guards. Her boots are dark brown as well & they come up to her knees. Thin dark brown bands decorate her twin lekku.

PERSONALITY

What her fellow Younglings called strange and antisocial, the elder Jedi praised as studious and dedicated. In a way, Rela is all of those things. Unlike most creatures, who regard the Force as a phenomenon or energy, she has always seen it as a friend who is generous if you ask for its help. She spent her childhood in the Temple talking to the Force. As a result, she developed the capacity to learn the less visibly impressive techniques of the Jedi quickly. Aside from that, Rela is a naturally intelligent person who enjoys knowledge. In her free time, she reads histories of various species, which makes her knowledgeable about many cultures and customs. When she interacts with others, she is always polite and open-minded. She is one of the Jedi who sees the clone troopers assigned to work with her as comrades rather than underlings. Her Jedi elders have noted that she can be indecisive regarding decisions that directly affect the happiness of other (non-hostile) creatures. They also disliked her relationship with her Master, which they believed (without evidence) bordered on romance.

BACKGROUND (each era is a different verse)

Rela is discovered by the Jedi when she is already three years old. Her parents only give her up because they are poor and want her to have a better life. Other kids at the Temple think she is weird, due to her habit of reading by herself on high ledges. When she is almost 13, Rela fears she won't be chosen as a Padawan, as she is almost too old to be an Initiate anymore. Maglos Nerot, a Miraluka, chooses her to be his Padawan & they become very close. On one mission, they race to stop a bombing & get caught in the explosion. He dies & she spends weeks in a bacta tank. Because she and her Master managed to save the people targeted, Rela is promoted to Knight once she wakes up. She is 20 at this point.

In the Old Republic Era, Rela simply continues to serve the Republic. She switches from studying to being a Sage to being a Shadow as the war worsens because she wants to take a more active role.

In the Rise of the Empire/Rebellion Era, she’s a freelance Jedi Shadow, helping where she can. In 19 BBY, she survives Order 66. It may be because she joins Sidious & Vader after a confrontation on Mustafar, where she takes the name Darth Venator. Otherwise, she hides out on Denon, where she finds her parents. Later, she moves to Nar Shaddaa, to work undercover as a dancer in a club. Once she hears about the rebels, she promotes herself to Master (this is in her late 30s) & helps the Alliance on missions. The Rebel Alliance ends in 4 ABY, when she's 43. She’s still helping people & investigating the beginnings of the First Order. The Mandalorian takes place in 9 ABY.

In the Legends timeline/verse, Rela awakens in 30 ABY, when the One Sith are founded on Korriban. This is because she was taken out of her bacta tank in 20 BBY to make room for someone determined to need it more. The doctors placed her in a cryo-cycle stasis pod, thinking they'd revive her a week later, but the pod ended up being misplaced.

SKILLS

(strengths)

Force Enlightenment - used to help her learn Force-based abilities; Rela's specific connection to the Force makes her proficient in this

History - her hours spent studying holocrons have informed her about ancient Force techniques & long-forgotten events

Farsight - this can be used for astral projection, detecting when allies are in danger, or predicting an enemy's next moves

(weaknesses)

Piloting - Rela gets anxious when piloting, so she asks the Force to guide her craft rather than manually flying it herself

Intimidation - she's brave, but she really doesn't like to be mean

Diplomacy - long conversations tend to be awkward for her

FIGHTING STYLE

Rela initially uses a single blue lightsaber, but after her Master dies, she adds his yellow lightsaber to her arsenal. Her connection with the Force enables her to learn dual-wielding fairly quickly. She mostly opts to retreat and attack as necessary, rather than open herself up to the possibility of being disarmed. When on the defensive, especially in close quarters, Rela uses slight movements to deflect blaster fire & melee attacks. She often uses a subtle Force push to tire her enemies out in duels.

HOBBIES

Reading - she absolutely loves learning new things

Meditation - it's extremely calming & almost "fun" for her

Animal Watching - they have a connection to the Force that Rela finds to be fascinating & unique

[renton6echo]

Kix always carries a handful of sweets with him to give to troopers who are having a tough time or need a pick me up. Clones love sweets but no one messes with Kix’s stash. He will sedate you.

Echo hates retracing his steps or backtracking. He finds it’s incredibly inefficient and he gets really grumpy about it. He prefers doing a complete circuit.

Fives is a natural dancer. He loves and admires ballroom dancing. He would be the Patrick Swayze of the Stars Wars universe.

Rex is super awkward around anyone who flirts with him. You can see it in his eyes-“I was not trained for this. Does not compute.”

I’ve been dealing with ✨the horrors✨ and they’ve been kicking my ass so tell me your favorite headcanon about the clones or fun fact about something you’re interested in or link a fic you wrote or art you drew. Just. Anything.

[vodika-vibes]

This is the Masterlist for all of the Follower Event Requests

Vodika-vibes Follower Celebration Announcement - ENDED

Love and Loyalty - Commander Cody x F jedi!Reader Fairy Tales - Captain Rex x F!Reader Affection Returned - Alpha-17 x Reader I Promise - ARF Trooper Hound x F!Reader It Could Be Love - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader The Promise - Captain Rex x F!Reader Tiny Dancer - TBB Tech x F!Reader So This Is Love - ARC Trooper Echo x F!Reader You're Late - Clone Trooper Dogma x F!Reader A Promise Made - TBB Tech x F!Reader Accidental Injury - Commander Wolffe x F!Reader Accidents Happen - Commander Wolffe x F!Reader Lust For Life - TBB Echo x F!Reader Please Watch Me - ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader Fireworks - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader Did You Know - TBB Tech x F!Reader Welcome Home - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader Regrets - Commander Fox x F!Reader The Journal - Clone Commando Sev x F!Reader (Smut) Fathers and Daughters - TBB Hunter & TBB Omega It Wasn't Love At First Sight - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader (smut) I Don't Want To Forget - Clone Medic Kix x F!Reader It's A Secret - Captain Rex x F!Reader (Smut) For The Love Of A Sniper - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader On Your Order - Clone Commando Fixer x F!Reader For Eternity - Commander Cody x F!Reader Burning Hot - Demon!Alpha-17 x F!Reader (Smut) Homecoming - Clone Commando Boss x F!Reader (smut) A New Love - Commander Fox x F!Reader A Confession - Darman Skirata x F!Reader (spicy) The Journal pt II - Clone Commando Sev x F!Reader (smut)