#Clone Trooper Stec

[wyvernsrus]

I really enjoy thinking of small things the Alpha's do that also kind of show who they view as family.

For example my designs for Stec and Fordo have matching earrings. Stec has maroon, blue, and red for fordo, 17, and maze while Fordo's are the same just switch the maroon for teal (Stec)

Maze has three braided bracelets from when they were younger that match Fordo, Stec, nd 17's armor colors

17 would never admit to it but he has his younger siblings colors painted on the inside of his right vambrace (the left has his command squads)

Sull and Queenie, though they never got along, view eachother as a form of family so Queenie has a hair clasp thats the dark blue of Sull's armor and Sull has a bracelet that matches Queenies gold.

Fordo was also really close with Spar as kids and has an anklet that matches the red of Spar's old armor.

Just little things that show who they're close to or who they view as family

[mrsfeiix]

My special needs children are here

Thank you @lychgate

[insomnis-noctis]

Just scrolling and saw this. This— but imagine nothing but Clone Supremacy.

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[trudemaethien]

Muunilist ten between engagements for the WIP game?

So this was intended to be for Fordo week last october but i got too busy and my muse abandoned me. Maybe I will have it done in time for next year!

I love Fordo, and moment in the 2003 show right after CT-43/002 gets killed and he goes berserk with a railgun lives in my head constantly. That kind of unit camaraderie, the loyalties between and closeness of a group of soldiers who did not choose each other but unavoidably live on top of each other, is what I wanted to write about.

The Muunilinst 10 on screen count actually varies between 9-19 and includes distinct classes of troopers (ARCs artillery and infantry) so I was filling out their ranks.

We know Fordo was their highest clone officer, as a Captain, and he had Lieutenant Stec under him. I think Seventeen was there as well, before he worked with Kenobi, before he got hurt and sent back to Kamino to train more ARCs, also a LT. There were I believe a couple more ARCs who I hadn’t filled the slots for.

Able-472 was a callsign for an artilleryman, and of course the casualty, CT-43/002 was infantry. My artist OC fic took place in a temporary Muunilinst 10 barracks, so Walk-Away, Roach, Driver, and Granted were going to make another appearance. Nulls helped train some spec-ops, so I assigned Copyright to Jaing and/or Prudii, even though they are probably not appearing.

And despite the fact that this unit served with a variety of Jedi Generals (Kenobi, Windu, Mundi, Yoda) I wanted to give them a “permanent” Jedi, Jon Antilles.

They routinely face Ventress, Grievous, and Durge.

Despite the focus on battle scenes in the 2003 show, I wanted to focus more on the between times you don’t see, the recovery and readiness, grief and care. The mundane things.

It will hopefully end up a short fic, but I do all this background work of who knows who and what their training is, what action they’ve seen, etc., to try and help it feel more real, have depth.

Just needed some more time to marinate, I guess!

[arc-77]

@t0hno

"Sir, I've got another life-sign. We might want to check this one out."

The salvage mission had been running for approximately 48 hours since the last Separatist forces on Zaadja had been mopped up. Clones, labor droids, and contracted civilian teams worked in shifts to drill through the collapsed remains of the droid factory, searching for anything of value. Intact tech, intelligence, raw materials. Maps before the war indicated the factory was built on the remains of a Mandalorian stronghold, which the ARC Captain was markedly more interested in than iterations on the latest B1 Battle Droid designs, or whatever the hell it was they were building there. News was slow on that front.

Though it was not meant to be a rescue mission, the nature of the factory's destruction presented a training opportunity for his search and rescue team. When the mound imploded, it was filled with Geonosian workers — the entire hive's worth, sheltering from the planet's cold weather. They were finding and pulling bodies out of the rubble left and right. Survivors were used as subjects for some hands on medical training. They were treated until stabilized, and then promptly euthanized, rather than kept as prisoners of war. It was grim work. After a dozen or two of these cases, he'd begun to find the practice too distasteful even for him, and ordered it to stop.

"We're not digging up any more bugs, Corporal. Ignore them."

The ARC Captain sat on a rock, turning a Mandalorian helmet over in his hands. It came from the only non-Geonosian body they'd uncovered thus far, which he ordered to be catalogued and bagged for repatriation. He stared into the helmet's T-visor, wondering what events had lead to the man's death. His own reflection was its own response.

"Sir, this one's human. Do you think it's—?"

Human?

The ARC Captain tossed the helmet aside and grabbed the scanner out of the trooper's hand to look at the screen. Sure enough, there was someone down there, trapped in a small cavity roughly four and a half meters beneath the rubble. It couldn't have been Mandalorian, and as far as they knew, no other Separatist member-species were present on the planet.

It was her.

"Stec! Bring the load-lifters over here, we've got something!" He shouted across the cavern, shoving the scanner back into the trooper's chest. "Corporal, go get the medics, all of them. Tell them I need a triage set up in this cavern ASAP."

[totallycorrectjediorderquotes]

Fordo: Congratulations, you idiots! You won gold and silver in the Moron Olympics!

Stec:

Alpha-17:

Stec:

Alpha-17: ... Okay, but, Who won the gold-

Fordo: SHUT UP!!!

[commanderbengiskywalker]

98. Fordo, Kit, and Plo whump where Fordo's finally done with the republic?

98: “I am done with…”

Characters: Fordo, Monnk, Plo Koon, Kit Fisto and Bant Eerin.

Summary: Fordo gets a call to come down to the Temple.

A/N: I apologize for getting this in late. I hope you enjoy it. This is set in the Shadows of Republic Verse. The other is on the way.

Beep…

Beep..

He groaned, as he tossed to his other side, pulling the blankets closer. He sighed, attempting to return to dreamless sleep. There was creaking above him as his vod’ika turned, beeping clearly disturbing the other.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

“Fordo…” the voice above him sighs.

There was no response.

Beep.

Beep.

“Ori’vod…” they said again, growing irritated, tossing. “Ori’vod, get the comm.”

Still no response from the one below, only the sounds of tossing and turning.

Beep.

Beep.

Bee–

“Ori’vod!” The other hissed, banging the bunk.

“...Yes, Stec?” The one below huffed, tiredness edged at his voice.

“Answer the comm, Fordo,” Stec hissed. “It’s been beeping for half an hour.”

“I know.” Fordo replied flatly, though muffled by the pillow.

“So answer it.”

“The vod’ika know not to call me after the fourth ring. It can wait.”

Beep. Beep.

Beep. Beep.

“Clear it can’t, Fordo.” He states. “Now answer it.”

There was a sigh and the sound of shuffling underneath.

Fordo huffed, reaching for his comm on neat nightstand. He blinked as the bright blue light of the holocommunicator sprung to reveal another one of his younger brothers.

“Monnk,” he said, gazing at his clearly dressed brother. Presumably it was morning where he was. “What is it that you need?”

Monnk was fairly capable like all his brothers were. He rarely needed assistance like Kote, Rex or Wolffe did, but he wasn’t like Doom or Gree who preferred being a solo platoon. Then again, he was more suited for diplomatic missions when the underwater missions weren’t available.

“Master...Fisto..” Monnk starts, glancing somewhere off screen, seeming worried, “has been... irritated lately.”

“How so?” He asked, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes.

Kit Fisto was a...difficult Jetii to deal with. Not disobedient or uncooperative on missions per se–at least from Monnk’s opinion–but is rather hesitant to trust. He always says that he patrols a ways away from him, while being as always as upset. Though the leading General could not blame him. The Republic is full of a bunch of shebs. With only a few trustworthy ones–which are few and far between, in his opinion.

“I assume you read the reports of the Umbaran incident?” Monnk asked, clasping his hands on his helmet, rubbing it.

He raised an eyebrow. “No...we’re a bit preoccupied with the Hunter crew. Why?”

“The...Besalisk, Pong Krell was killed on Umbara.” He continues carefully.

“So? He’s a sheb and sheb’urcyin to the Republic. I fail to see why Master Fisto is upset.”

His younger brother was silent for a moment, glancing once more at presumably Fisto, who was presumably standing angrily somewhere.

“I think it’s best that you come to Coruscant, Ori’vod.” He said, gazing back at him.

He hums. “Very well, Monnk. Just don’t call unless he becomes more upset. Jate ca.”

“Nuhoy pirusti, Ori’vod.” Monnk said, as he turned off the comm.

He sighs, setting the comm back on the nightstand.

“What do you think it is?” Stec asked.

“I don’t know,” he grumbled, as he laid back down, “but if Fisto seems more agitated than usual, then it either has to do with the Grandmaster or…”

“The Koon?” He inquired.

“Hopefully not.” He replied. “Jate ca.”

“Jate ca.”

____________________________________________________________

They landed on Coruscant two weeks later after completing their mission. He and Monnk walked through the be’Jetiise Temple, passing by younglings who peeked behind their Masters’ legs or behind marble columns, looking at them with fear in their young eyes. While their elders frowned distasteful at them. The vod had free reign of their only home. It was natural for them to be upset, even if they seemed used to it at this point of the War.

As they walked, slowly but surely, the types of walls changed from those that were old, stained and cracked—to those of better conditions. They were more of beautiful marble that glistened with the sun shining through the tall windows, almost giving an air of peace and tranquillity. It almost gave him a false sense of hope for why he was called here in the first place.

“Is this wing closed off?” He asked, as he glanced about, noting the decrease of Jetii in the area.

“You could say that.” Monnk replied casually.

Though he did not say a word since he arrived, his casual nature seemed offsetting to him.

“This is Councilors Hall,” he continues, smiling, “or as it’s also known as–the Favoured Hall.”

He frowned. “What?”

The younger one asked, he halted in front of a pristine beige colored door. He glanced around the empty hall before he raised his hand and knocked.

“You remember the bounty hunters that were causing trouble for the Republic?” He asked, as they waited.

“Yes.” He answered, adjusting his helmet under his arm. “The ones who were ‘kidnapping’ the Jedi, yes?”

“Indeed.” He nods, as he glances once more before knocking again. “They were apparently the ones who killed Krell on Umbara.”

He chuckled. “They had every right to.”

The red head nods in agreement.

There were rumors of bounty hunters kidnapping Jedi and taking them to who knows where. Originally it started with those in the Outer Rim, picking up Padawans and Knights. Before becoming more bold and taking those of who Guarded the Senate Building. The head of security went missing halfway through the previous year. Since then, security has been lacking at the Senate Building with Senators becoming furious by this.

Though they weren’t the only ones, apparently. There were hushed rumours of the Grandmaster of the Order becoming more distant and irritated by the event.

Monnk sighed, as he knocked once more. “Fisto. It’s us.”

They were greeted with more silence.

“What’s wrong?” Fordo asked.

“There was...an investigation on Krell’s death.” He said slowly, knocking. “There’s a Padawan and a Knight missing from the mission.”

“I see...though not too worrying.” The General nods.

“Well that isn’t the—”

The door suddenly opened and revealed a Mon Calamari standing in the doorway. They were short, with big blue eyes staring at them, rubbing their hands on a towel. Though, Fordo couldn’t help but notice how parts of their dark blue robes and brown pants were stained with–what he hoped wasn’t–dried blood.

“Who—”

“Enter.” The Mon Calamari said simply, as they turned back into the apartment.

He glanced at Monnk, who calmly followed after the Jetii. He followed them into the rather large apartment, but it was hardly what he would call up to code with med kits covering the floor, packets of juice littered the counter and the dining table, the liquid staining it. Whereas the caf table–that was pushed to the side of the room–was piled with new or used gauze, a suture kit, and a few glasses of juice.

For a moment, he could’ve sworn that the fan must’ve been turned on low, as there was a faint whirring sound that buzzed through the apartment before he gazed at Fisto, as he sat cross legged on the floor with–what he feared the most–Plo Koon.

They sat there with Fisto holding him close, resting his chin on his head, while the other rested his head on his shoulder, wheezing as he slept. Though from what he could see, there were half attempts at bandaging laceration wounds along his back, sides and arm, as blood seeped through the gauze and onto the Nautolan’s robes and pants. If he cared he would have changed it by the looks of it, as he stroked his broken wrist.

“What...happened?” He grits out, glaring at the injured Kel Dor, fist clenched.

“Umbara.” Monnk answered, frowning with his arms crossed.

“What?” He hissed, glaring at his vod’ika. “Explain.”

“I told you, the Knight and the Padawan were unaccounted for after the mission was completed on Umbara while Krell was killed by the bounty hunters. Rex and Wolffe only mentioned that Krell was killed by bounty hunters, but failed to tell as to why the two leading Guardians were unaccounted for.” He explained calmly.

“Knight Skywalker and his Padawan?” He asked.

There was a faint whistle from the Kel Dor, but Master Fisto hushed him while stroking his forehead.

“Yes,” Monnk answered. “They are considered important as they are a part of the Grandmaster’s line.”

Kit hissed at the mention of the Grandmaster, glaring over his shoulder at them before returning to Plo.

“I understand...It is usually more of the...lesser known and easier to catch Jedi. Not much investigation being done for them.” Fordo mused. “Though it does not explain why they would harm Plo over it.”

“Well he was the other senior Jedi there with them, as well as having close ties with Skywalker and Tano.” Monnk said, stroking his chin. “The only other one was killed.”

“So? They interrogated the only suspect they had?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Indeed.” He nods. “The kidnappers got away through the ceiling so he and the vod say.”

He gazed at the wheezing Kel Dor, curled on his side, clicking softly at the Nautolan. His breathing sounded off, making small noises as he attempted to breathe.

“They nearly killed him over this.” He seethes, tightening his fist as he turns to walk to the door. “I am done with this karking Republic.”

“Who said it was the Republic who did this?” The Mon Calamari Jedi asked, as they leaned against the sofa behind the Jetiise.

He paused in his step.

“The injuries on Krell were too precise to be any given bounty hunter,” they continued, as they glanced down mournfully at the other Jedi. “The Grandmaster believes that most of the blows dealt to Krell were from a highly trained individual. With the final one being a Lightsaber to the chest which ended Krell.”

Fordo glanced back at his vod’ika.

“Skywalker and Tano are the recent ones who were taken. The other being—”

“Cin—” Master Fisto whispered.

______________________________________________________________

Mando’a translations:

Ca: Night

Jate: Good.

Nuhoy: Sleep.

Ori’vod: Big brother/sister/special friend.

Pirusti: Welll.

Shebs: rear, backside and butt.

Sheb’urcyin: “Butt kisser”.

Vod’ika: Little brother/sister/younger sibling.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. I apologize for the delay and take full responsibility for it. I really enjoyed writing it and hoped it had a proper tone of suspense. 

[lordechostan-can-draw]

for @threetinyshinies's May I Prompt You? event Day 9: Hevy!!

The paint is inspired by @meridiansdominoes fic, Dominoes!

[ID: An edit of clone trooper Hevy from The Clone Wars. It is from the 2003 Clone Wars series. He is hefting a Z-6 rotary cannon. His armor and helmet are decorated with flames. There is a gunship visible behind him, and you can see the legs of two Alpha-class ARC Trooper Lieutenants behind him. Hevy's thumb is on the trigger of the Z-6, and his other hand is holding the handle on the top of the handheld cannon. End ID]

original image and version without the paint under the cut

the version with no paint, same as above, but the paint is gone

and the original image, with Stec there instead of Hevy

[panther-os]

random fordo headcanons in no specific order

looks like Generic Clone (TM) except has a y-shape scar on the right side of his face from the corner of his mouth and from just below his cheekbone back into his hair and the shrapnel that did it also sliced off part of his ear on that side

speaking of ears, he loses his helmet mid-battle like obiwan loses his lightsaber and is hard of hearing for various explosion shaped reasons. stec and the rest of the m10 accommodate him well enough it doesn't become an Issue with the kaminoans until far enough in the war for him to get hearing aids instead of euthanized

("but panther! him losing his helmet is clearly not the case in clone wars 2003!" consider: clone wars 2003 is in-universe propaganda (bad propaganda bc palps) about the negotiator and the hero with no fear and is largely not representative of the bodies actually fighting the war or their general disposition)

although i will allow that part of the m10's accommodations are relying almost exclusively on hand signals in combat because a) their co can't keep his comm on his goddamn head and b) even if he could it's 50/50 whether or not the audio quality is bad enough he wouldn't be able to understand them anyway

he's good with teaching cadets and enjoys it v much but when it comes to being around children in any other setting, he's that guy that leans away from them as they come closer. kids ofc think this is hilarious and so make a point to swarm him at any given opportunity which does not help endear them to him as individuals or as a concept

he went to the ct-27-5555 school of showing brotherly affection (or more accurately vice versa)

thinks either extremely deeply or not at all, there is no in-between

started mimicking 17 as a cadet just because it was funny and it has not stopped being funny since so he has not stopped either

in general just a rock solid absolutely batshit insane dude who delights in being a chaotic contradiction and faux contrarian bastard but has an emotional intelligence and easy insight that makes him most trooper's go-to for good advice

also he/they neptunic enbian for relationships and also views sex as a social interaction which is fun with just about anyone and everyone

[clonememesfrikyeah]

Stec: “Hey Maze!”

Spar: “Force sakes, just say corn, Maze is corn everybody!”

Fordo: “He calls himself that because he thinks it sounds more mystical.”

Jangotat/Nate: “Well I like the way he said it; Maze!”

All the other arcs: “Maze! mAze! MaZe!”

Trantos: “It’s fantastic!”

Alpha-17: “It’s a-Maze-ing.”

Maze: ” :/“

[mis-mcgifsten]

Absolute utter perfection. Bitey baby Cody!

I really wanted to do a baby Cody for Cody Day and who better to show their nephew how to bite than the Alpha disaster twins! Stec might not have been prepared to almost lose two fingers today.

[wyvernsrus]

Hey hey hey, remember when I said I wanted to give Maze some love?

I did it!

Here's a little writing I did for Maze get that good ol' Kih'vode loving and also Alpha-17 getting sweet sweet revenge!

And if you prefer to read it here on tumblr it'll be right under the cut!

Maze would much rather be curled up in his bunk, reading the new novel he downloaded on his datapad, than be standing here as he and General Zey waited for Skirata and Omega to disembark from wherever they decided to travel this time. 

He rolled his eyes- safely hidden behind his helmet- at the quiet chuckling coming from Zey and instead focused on nodding to Ordo when the group got closer. Zey stepped forward to greet the group and ask about their mission but the stomping of running feet immediately stole Maze’s attention. The others had also glanced over at the sound, distracted from their conversation, and were front-seat spectators to the captain being tackled by two blue blurs. 

Maze grunted toppling over from the combined weight of two troopers. The shout clawing its way up his throat left as a strangled shriek when one of the troopers shifted from the tangle of limbs and popped their head up- he could tell the vod was grinning behind the helmet, the shabuir was grinning!- crowing regardless of their current audience. 

“Ori’vod!” He wrenched an arm free from the pile to swat at the vod- of course, it was Stec, his vod’ika did what he wanted regardless of superiors present- only to growl when his hit missed and was rewarded with a helmet thunking roughly against his own. 

Maze wheezed when Stec slipped and fell back down onto the pile. The Alpha let his helmeted head drop down to the permacrete, resigned to his fate. He could hear Zey laughing. It was a full belly sound that warmed you up from the inside. If Zey was laughing no doubt the rest of Skirata’s clan were either laughing or shocked into silence.

Softer footsteps circling them had him tilting his head enough to see familiar red armor and jaig eyes staring into his soul. 

“You’re their Captain, Fordo” He hated to admit it but pleading to his littlest vod’ika might win him some dignity back. “You let your men body people in front of their commanding officer?” His only response was a tilted helmet and the subtle shaking of shoulders. His fellow captain was laughing at him. Fordo moving his hands brought Maze back from his lamenting and what he saw made him give up all belief that he had any hand in raising these two.

“Seventeen says hello, Ori’vod” Fordo signed. He had that same smug head tilt that all Kih’vode did whenever they pulled one over on their Ori’vode. Maze felt all hope slip from his fingers as Stec and Galaar- it had to be him the pilot practically suctioned himself to the twins after Hypori- let themselves go limp and practically smothered Maze into the ground. 

General Zey peered down at him with an amused smile. His hands were clasped primly behind his back as the general watched Maze give in to the terror that was little brothers.

“I see you will be busy for the rest of the day, Captain. I will go ahead and confirm your request for leave.” He then turned away back to the Skirata clan who were watching the scene with varying degrees of confusion and or-oddly enough- heartache, if Maze was reading Sergeant Skirata correctly. 

Galaar took the time to thank the General for giving Maze leave, stating that he knew Maze was not lying when the older Alpha talked about how good the man was. Zey looked pleasantly surprised and his smile grew warmer as he nodded to the pilot and stepped away to lead Omega and the rest of Clan Skirata away. Fordo had crouched down by then and was digging through the pouches in Maze’s belt to find the snacks the captain had stored there from habit since they were little. Stec was busy chattering away at Maze- who was ignoring him, no he was NOT interested in the fact Seventeen nearly threw them in a river again- while Galaar had taken to sitting on the older Alpha’s legs and sneaking snacks from the other side of his belt.

Scavengers, the lot of them. He thought to himself while staring up at the Coruscant sky. His attention was stolen again as the parting group got further away.

Maze was going to pummel his Kih’vode into the mats after hearing Fi’s departing remark. 

“I guess even the Alpha class is susceptible to the wills of Kih’vode.”

[totallycorrectjediorderquotes]

Fordo: I CAST FIST!!!

Stec: OOOOOW!

Fordo: NOW, GET OUT OF HERE!

Stec: I, Alpha ARC Stec, can’t feel my teeth...

[totallycorrectjediorderquotes]

Stec: Where winks, suggestive remarks, and body language won’t get me what I want

Stec: A well aimed semi-automatic will

[cassian-my-beloved]

Boost

Inc

DD

CC-01/425

Patch

Striker

Edge

Ross

CT-1410

Five-Seven

Four-Nine

Hawk (Kamino)

Toomer

Law

O-Four

Chopper

CT-014/783

Sparks

Hardcase

Guts

NT-311

Wildfire

Monnk

X1

Bly

Clutch

Silver

Cannon

Bogey 1212

Delta 32

Zeta 654

Beta 963

CT-1312

Trapper

Fury

Boba Fett

Kosmos

Ven (Qiilura)

Mag

Gamma 022

Soot

Rho 557

Klick

Kappa 473

Hevy

Stoker

Shadow Twelve's gunner

Eyeball

Del

Zag

TK-622

Keller

Three-Five

Gaffa

Shadow Three

RC-1415

TK-421

Able-472

King

Epsilon 234

Howzer

Squad 2

Keeli

Shock

Stak

RC-0473

Jet

Ion Team's comlink specialist

Cody

Punch

Darman Skirata

Rex

Theta 198

Matchstick

Crasher

TK-422

CT-43/002

Skifter

Wave

Boro

Xi 778

Lock

Prudii Skirata

Beta 030

Comet (ARC trooper)

Bravo 4

Jinx

Ram

Vaize

Flanker

Hock Malsuum

CT-2711

Jester

Cameron

Rho 773

Spark

Corr

Theo

CT-2805

CT-1710

CL-33/890

Theta 269

Omega

Tyto (Bacta Company)

CT-57/11-9048

CT-2312

Psi 487

CT-2005

Chi 178

Axe

RC-1927

Zak

Gearshift

Vin

Gamma 264

Deviss

Mad Clone of Kaikielius

99

Seven-Four

DV-523

Jark

Red Leader

Red

Freedom

Mixer

Trantos

Heater

TK-875

Mapper

Kom'rk Skirata

Forry

Yellow Leader

Sarge (commando)

Ponds

Rho 571

Niner (Vassek moon)

Thire

Falco

Levet

Joc

CT-5/373

Rys

Twelve

Mojo

CT-66-3232

Xi 999

Four-One

Threepwood

Barrage

Spitter

Muzzle

Gold Leader (Anaxes)

Flash

Zeke

Hotshot

Rattle

Bogey 5632

Oake

Upsilon 941

Davijaan

Sharp (Devil Dogs)

Tarvyn Lareka

23

Charlie

HOB-147

Jorir

Glitch

Delta 607

Chatter (radio communications)

CT-66-3339

Alpha 989

Mort

Atin Skirata

Justice

Tracer

Syke

Dom

Kano

Faie

Treve

Chainly

Derel

Two-Eight

Lock (Breakout Squad)

Slick

Gar'ika

Gamma Four

Ven (Kothlis)

CT-1977

Ince

Coric

Dandy

Scraps

Slammer

Basher

Bammer

Amp

Gus

Brolis

Longshot

Delta 855

Kef

Digger

35

Byl

Switch

Sconto's father

Crys

Dyre

Fives

Xutoo

Tranter

CT-327

Blasty

Shadow Three (Kadavo)

Doom

Cut

Baris

Redeye

Bren

Ayar

Droidbait

Iota 432

Remy

Whiplash

Gree

Sketch

CT-66-3238

Rain

Ghost

Tel

Jumpy

Blackout

Trap

Trueblood

Crane

CT-66-3233

Wrecker

Burner

CT-2901

Neyo

Breaker (Breakout Squad)

Ordo Skirata

Gearshift's comrade

Bry

Ando

Lunn

Tranquility clone trooper captain

Forr

Knuckles (182nd Legion)

Recon

Tenn

A'den Skirata

Vere

Hammer

Racket

Alpha 332

Splice

CT-2911

Jind

Kagi

Wooley

Swift

Scythe (ARC trooper)

Taler

Sirty

Goji

Vill

Engle

Can

Dev

Drak

Razor

Drayk

Epsilon 905

Wingnut

Comet

Ox

KE-829

TK-9091

Jax

Havoc (ARC trooper)

Gregor

CT-9/85

Green Wizard

Alpha-17

CT-1507

Throttle

Bogey 4409

Buzz

Lucky

Green Leader

CR57

1139

Boil

Shadow Ten

Hawk

Sprint

CT-1226

Valiant

Kupe

Flybane

Joker

Havoc (clone trooper)

Jek

Stinger

Spade

Yellow Five

Tavo

Cutter

Barr

Crag

Tup

CT-914

Gamma Five

Mar'ek

Trench (Gamma-383)

Banks

Kicker

Jaing Skirata

Ace (ARC trooper)

Bacara

1151

Stec

TK-119

Scythe

Fox (Order 66)

Ace

Hound

Stripe

Thill

Jangotat

Fox

Fixer

RC-7770

Dash-1129

A'den

Bolt

Rho 106

Shadow Twelve

Tacks

Seefor

Cards

Husk

Slim

Knuckles

Lex

RC-0079

No-Nines

CT-802

CT-8770

Oz

Fixer (cold assault trooper)

Racetrack

RC-1080

Ennen

Turbo

Alpha 662

CT-3632

Mixx

Ridge

Rookie

Torrent

Upsilon 733

CT-2006

Mack

Slug

Climber

Shooter

Niner Skirata

Korbel

Clone0000005

Epsilon 497

Cov

Sinker

Vaughn

Broadside

Dox

CT-1008

Tau 753

Mereel Skirata

Lost Prophet

Tech

Shadow Five

Gamma Two

Delta-42

Zeer

Rod

CT-3636

CC-4816

Flak

Quo

Sharp

Deadeye

Omikron 621

Trigger

Aven

Trauma

Ras

Cutup

Blue Six

Wrench

16

Koho

Torrent Four

Gold Leader (Muunilinst)

Retired clone trooper

Crosshair

Frost

Denal

Tam

Shadow Seven

Aeon

CT-1509

Sten

Bogey 9662

Fil

Breaker

Tucker

Getter

Colt

Vargus

CT-307

CT-4/619

CT-2602

Chatter

CT-8868

Rogue assassin

Thorn

Connor Freeman's father

Mortar

Xoni

Dogma

Bouncer

Mu 262

Tag

Dice

Reed

Hamm

1137

Gold Two (Muunilinst)

Omega 370

Gamma Three

Maze

Echo

CT-1405

Hardcase's Kamino commander

Fi (clone trooper)

Sarge

Sync

Flashpoint

Fireball

Bellows

RC-0476

Bek

Swoop

Ronto

Kaylon

Phi 022

Tau 616

Hunter

Bellow

CRC-09/571

Attie

Kite

Peel

Jenks

Charger

X2

Kappa 773

Sev's ARC trooper

Patches

17

Big-Mouth

Scorch

Sull

Carg

Dropkick

Jesse

Clone0000004

Blue Leader

CT-915

Sev (Lambda Squad)

RC-0155

Fi Skirata

Tau 378

Killer

6/298

Nu 783

Upsilon 168

CT-5/501

Stance

Jez

RC-7305

Dash-1044

Nub

Clanky

Dov

Cooker

Sev

Yover

Dec

36

Nilo

Jester (ARC trooper)

Fyn

Tyto

Trace

Close-Shave

CT-8867

Horns

Fil (clone trooper)

Corvis

Tracker

Nax

Seeker

Evader

Marrt

CT-3423

Green

CT-1477

Pi 610

CT-4/163

Barlex

Phi 854

Salvo

Orion

Red (Kamino)

Squawk

Gamma 935

Shadow Four

TK-3388

Delta 23

Styles

Gunner

Warthog

RC-1066

Voca

Twitch

Spots

Gamma 789

Sticks

CT-8910

CT-8508

CT-1807

Blitz

Scope

Jek-14

Appo

Galle

Gamma 785

Moz

Crest

Boss

Lassar (Jogan)

Tojo

Six-ten

Grey

Kickback

Trapper (Malastare)

Remo

Zeta

Pulsar

RC-5093

CT-8869

CT-1103

Flyby

Gamma One

Ringo

Di'kut

Rede

Sicko

Cale

Spar

Sandcat

Shadow Six

CT-9932

Draa

Kix

Kaddak

Menace

Wolffe

Able

Jag (Jai'galaar)

Zap

CT-282-SD00001-983725138

Sister

Waxer

O'Niner

Blunt

Jayk

RC-3423

Chi 987

Chaos

Archer

Bogey 3856

Hash

Ged

Jay

Rafe

Theta 687

Contrail

Parsec

RC-0451

Hez

Stone

Olun

Kappa 429

Troy

Spanner

Ding

CT-27-3555

CT-9779

Ganch

Hil

Arkat

Gett

Bow

Boomer

Checkers

Tooth

CT-8863

Sterling

Herc

Sarlacc-Face

Lio

Hawkeye

Shiv

35 (Excelsior Company)

Bel

CT-2504

Chatterbox

Fordo

RC-2020

CT-2110

Nye

CT2

Crazy Legs

oh you like the clone wars? name every clone

[totallycorrectjediorderquotes]

Stec, about Grievous: Tell him to eat shit, Fordo.

Fordo: What? No, tell them yourself

Stec: EAT SHIT FALL OFF YOUR HORSE!!