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spacemagicandlaserswords · 2 years ago

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The Clone Wars 4.13 ‘Escape from Kadavo’ Reaction Take 2

This scene of the slave camp in the Kadavo mines was brutal. Or at least I’m assuming they're mines of some sort, what with the shovelling of coal and minecarts being pushed around by the enslaved Togruta colonists.

More Obi-Wan and Rex whump. Aw yisssssssssss

I know he’s just been hit with an electro staff but Rex really does look like he’s lounging on the coal pile. It also looks like he's wearing a skirt. I know it's a tunic that's part of the Zygerrian outfit but Rex's legs are looking particularly nice in it. More skirts for clones!

Does Dooku’s space ship have sails? This is reminding me of something but I can’t quite place it. Possibly a different sci-fi story or universe?

How does R2-D2 manage to roll around everywhere without getting spotted or detained?

“Dooku is not my master.” Honey, that is denial.

Anakin just yeeting himself over the edge of the balcony.

How did that Zygerrian not die on impact after being hurled that far off the balcony by Anakin?

“I’m listening.” Dooku is keen for more Obi-Wan despair.

That line from the Zygerrian queen about Obi-Wan’s efforts to help people only hurting them was rough yet also had some element of truth to it. Hmmmm.

Poor Obi-Wan looks so sad in the enslaved bunk room that they’ve all been put in. Though the Zygerrian queen is busy monologuing about breaking his spirit at this point, so I suppose that makes sense.

Dooku has so much sass. It must be a disaster lineage thing.

The music in this episode was just fantastic. The music in The Clone Wars, and The Bad Batch, has been consistently excellent and the Kiner’s have done an amazing job. But this episode was even another step up on top of that. The fantastical theme that’s playing in the background as Anakin frees Ahsoka by lifting up her cage really elevated (heh) the moment.

Ahsoka just casually using the Force to break off her slave collar like it’s nothing.

A betrayal by your most faithful servant? Who would’ve thought!

The soap opera-espe way the Zygerrian queen screamed and threw her space martini on the floor was hilariously over the top.

Did Anakin really just walk into a confrontation with Dooku without a lightsaber? Or did he think he’d just be able to magically get it from the Zygerrian queen without Dooku noticing? More of the famed ‘no plan’ approach from Anakin.

“I see the queen has given you a long leash.” ahahahaha the snark.

Anakin just yeeting himself backwards through a giant glass window.

Yes, you’re also a slave. Took you long enough to realise it.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee the “I’m no Jedi” moment has arrived!

More excellent Obi-Wan and Rex whump. Yassssssssss

There’s just something about Rex on his knees. Mmmmmmmm.

“Still afraid to get your hands dirty.” CACKLING

Wow, they did not hesitate to blow up the Zygerrian ship that Anakin and Ahsoka arrived on Kadavo in. Instantly started blasting.

“We’ll get through the old fashioned way.” Rip that door.

Rex looks so pissed at Dooku.

Ow, poor R2 getting blasted in the foot.

Anakin is absolutely not listening to Obi-Wan here, and for once that’s probably a good thing. His line about “I’ve had enough bargaining with slave drivers.” makes it pretty clear that he’s done with all of this.

“Who said I was alone?” which leads us to...

PLO

What a fanfare for their arrival. That is definitely a ‘the heroes have arrived to save the day’ moment.

Wolf Leader to Wolf Pack AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

Hey Warthog!

“About time.” Rex is ready to kick some arse.

Even Plo’s fighter is painted in the Wolf Pack pattern. Buir loves his sons very much.

Anakin just casually booting in a giant circle of metal like it’s nothing.

“We’ll need a bigger ship.” something something Jaws reference

Ok, I swear I have seen Obi-Wan use the same manoeuvre that Anakin just used that finishes with stabbing the enemy behind you while facing away from them. It feels awfully familiar. Seeing as Anakin was Obi-Wan’s padawan, it makes sense that Anakin would use some of the same fighting styles and movements as Obi-Wan, even though they ended up specialising in different lightsaber fighting forms.

What an absolutely badass move by Plo. Getting R7 to cut the engines to tumble backwards behind the enemy so that he could take them out from behind.

Fuck that blast shot from the canon just hit the clone flying that LAAT/i in the head. That was brutal.

Yas Rex, beat the shit out of that Zygerrian slaver!

Well that’s not gone well.

Omg that’s the moment Rex stabs the first Zygerrian slaver with his own electro staff. He just whirls around and stabs him with the Zygerrian slaver behind him. Also, the look afterwards. That glare. I am on the floor.

Rex fighting that Zygerrian slaver is just So. Damn. Hot. And then he headbutts him with the most perfect keldabe kiss. And then the way he just stands there afterwards and gets a hero pose with the camera framing him from below. Sir. Please. Have mercy.

The music is so good here. It’s really heightening everything and taking it all up a notch. Several notches even.

Ahsoka just magically knowing how to open the doors to the enslaved Togruta colonists. Blah blah movie magic blah blee yes I know.

Anakin looked so disgruntled at the canons having ray shields. Not worried. Like it was an irritation. How dare the canons ruin my fun with ray shields. Booooo.

WOLFFE

Finally get a good look at Wolffe’s bucket and he’s got 3 gold rectangles above his left eye, which isn’t the one he lost to Ventress. He’s also got funny looking spikey shapes beneath the lower split of his visor. Are those supposed to be fangs Wolffe? Oh, and there’s some triangles along the sides as well, under what passes for cheekbones on his bucket. His visor is also narrower than the other clones. It’s got a raised white lining around the outside. I wonder what that’s for. It's a different shape too.

Hello to the other two Wolf Pack clones in the background. I don’t think I’ve seen the marking of the one on the left but his helmet looks cool. The markings kind of look similar-ish to the Rishi eel on Fives’ bucket. Maybe this is Comet? Just checked Wookieepedia and yup, it's Comet. Hi Comet! I wonder what the design on his bucket is. Does anyone know?

The other Wolf Pack clone looks pretty standard apart from the grey lower sections of his bucket (which Wolffe also has) so I’m going to go with this being Sinker based on what I could see of their armour paint in 4.5 ‘Mercy Mission’.

Admiral Coburn seems about as no nonsense as Wolffe. I can see them getting along fairly well.

I don’t think that cruiser is a Venator. It doesn’t look big enough. Just checked Wookieepedia and it looks more like an Arquitens-class light cruiser.

Omg the “I’m no Jedi” scene has arrived.

“I know a Jedi won’t killed an unarmed man.” Obi-Wan: Have you met my very much not-a-Jedi friend?

The way Obi-Wan looks over at Rex like he’s the loophole out of this situation.

Batman baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam

Rex just flings that electro staff like it’s nothing. He impales the Zygerrian slaver through his own chair. This post by @nikolaislanstovs has some fantastic contributions from @thatfunkyopossum, @norcumii and @anundine that break down just how strong Rex is in this scene. That electro staff isn’t pointed. It’s blunt. And Rex still hurls it through the Zygerrian slaver and through the back of his thick chair (that is presumably made of some kind of metal) so the entire head of the electro staff and more is sticking out of the back of the chair. The strength. Sir, please contain yourself. Actually, no. Don’t. Your particular brand of unhinged is perfect.

I’M NO JEDI

AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA OMG REX. SIR. OMG. You can impale me anytime.

As much as I love this moment, I expected it to be more. It’s another one of those major moments in the lives of the clones that end up being very brief moments in the show. I’ve rambled on about this before, most recently in 4.10 ‘Carnage of Krell’ so I’m going to stop myself before I keep blithering on about the same point.

That Zygerrian slaver and his silly hover chair made a particularly satisfying thunk when they crashed into the screen.

That is a tight fit for the cruiser. Good parking job whichever clone was flying.

Look at the Wolf Pack run along the top of the cruiser!

Aaaaaaaaaah they’ve got jet packs and Wolffe's kama is flapping behind him and he leaps off the top of the cruiser like a superhero and aaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Look at them all leap into the air and fly around! I love them all!

That’s a squad of 5 from the Wolf Pack. I wonder who they all are. Ok one of them is the clone with the somewhat Rishi eel style paint so I’m just going to run with the idea that it’s Comet. Oh, turns out the triangles on the sides of Wolffe’s bucket look like teeth. We get it Wolffe. You’re a wolf. Bless him. The paint on his vambraces and upper arm armour is also grey and finishes in spikes. Plus I think he has the same 3 gold rectangles above his eye on the other side (so the eye that he did lose to Ventress). He’s also got a tiny upside down red triangle in the middle of the forehead of his bucket. Fives had the same one. I wonder if this means something, or is supposed to denote something. Is this an ARC trooper thing? Wookieepedia doesn’t list Wolffe as an ARC but he’s got a kama so I’m going to go with the theory that he is one.

Ahsoka saving the falling Togruta colonist by catching them physically and with the Force. More canonical evidence for my Tech is saved by a Jedi headcanon.

How are the Togruta colonists not shredding their hands sliding down the cables?

Wolf Pack clones saving the other falling Togruta colonists by catching them using their jet packs! More canonical evidence for the Tech saves himself with the secret jetpack he’s made in his pack headcanon.

The Wolf Pack clone that saved the Togruta with long montrals had grey paint on the bottom section of their bucket so let’s assume that’s Sinker.

“That’s everyone. We have to go. The facility’s breaking up.” He’s so gruff and no nonsense and grumpy. I love Wolffe so much.

The music is so grand and triumphant here. It’s been so damn good this whole episode.

Obi-Wan looking like an absolute wreck. Man keeps loosing robes in more ways than one. At least Cody doesn’t have to pick it up off the battlefield this time.

“Surviving this will only strengthen the people.” Hmmmmm. That’s not always the case. Speaking from personal experience here. What doesn’t kill you doesn’t always make you stronger.

You can see Plo, Anakin, Rex, Obi-Wan and Wolffe standing in the background having a conversation. I can just picture Wolffe giving Rex so much shit for his Zygerrian outfit. The commander's group chat is going to have a field day after this. There’s going to be so much ribbing.

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rare-clone-fic-exchange · 2 years ago

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Drunk on You [Warthog/GN!reader]

Hi, it's @goblininawig with a Warthog fic for @starqueensthings . I went the smutty route. Hope you enjoy it.

Tags, rating, summary, etc below the cut.

MINORS DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Summary: A heroic rescue by the Wolfpack, brings you to a celebration in their honor, where you get up close and personal with the trooper, Warthog.

Pairing: Warthog/GN!reader

Rating: M/18+/NSFW

Words: 1,733

Tags: canon-typical action/adventure, fluff, smut, we-might-get-caught situation, oral sex/blow job

The Magistrate’s children had been rescued after several days of fraught tension. Fearing a Separatist plot, the Magistrate asked the Senate for help. They sent Jedi Master Plo Koon and his Wolfpack. In a matter of hours, they discovered the children, hiding in a cave, where they had taken shelter after the speeder they’d taken on a joyride crashed, causing serious injury to both children and vehicle in the process.

The cave’s mineral composition had blocked any scans for life signs. It was Jedi instincts and clone efficiency that saved the day, quickly locating the speeder crash and tracking them from there. The children had been frightened and hungry, but were on the mend at the healing center.

Now the city was free to celebrate. And none were more merry than the Magistrate and her husband. Though the clones were a close second. The banquet hall was filled with laughter and celebration. The troopers' boisterous, beaming faces, free of their helmets, were quite a sight to behold. Despite their common origin, each was uniquely handsome, and you found your eyes returning more and more to a certain one. Warthog, the clone catching your eye, had the GAR regulation haircut, but he still seemed to stand out from the others – at least, he did to you.

You’d met him while helping to set up for the current banquet. (Normally you were assigned administrative tasks, but when the Magistrate suddenly decided to throw a party, everyone had to pitch in and make it happen.) Warthog had saved a cask of wine from breaking when it fell off the gravloader you were pushing up to the kitchens. Most impressively, he’d caught it one handed, with his pilot’s helmet held under his other arm. Then he had introduced himself and had kept you company, helping you with various tasks, until Commander Wolffe had called him back to join the other troopers.

You raised a glass of wine to your lips and watched over the rim as Warthog reached over to clap one of his brothers on the back, laughing uproariously at his own comments. He gesticulated wildly and drew everyone around him into his conversation with his warm smile. Then he looked up and met your eyes across the banquet hall.

You startled, choking and spilling wine down your front. Muttering a curse, you put the glass down and dabbed at yourself with a napkin, cheeks feeling hot. You excused yourself and hurried out to deal with the mess you’ve made.

Warthog watched you leave, thought a moment, and then made a choice. He knocked back the last of his wine and announced: “Wish me luck, Wolfpack. I’m going hunting!” He grinned and left the table to the sounds of good-natured ribbing and howling from his brothers.

In the ‘fresher, you tried fruitlessly to clean up the wine stain on your top. You looked and felt ridiculous. You thought about going back to your room, but decided to wait until the fabric dries. Maybe then, with the low lighting and everyone drinking, it might go unnoticed.

Leaving the ‘fresher, you turned away from the hall where the others are carousing, heading towards the nearby balcony instead. It was a pleasant night with a gentle breeze. You looked out over the city, a glow of light against the evening sky, but then turned at the sound of someone stepping along the corridor nearby.

A moment later, the clone you’d been admiring stepped through the archway to join you on the balcony. Your mouth went dry at the sight. You found yourself unable to speak as he stalked closer to you, filling your vision with his broad shoulders.

“Everything alright?” he asked with a self-assured grin.

You bit your lip and awkwardly try to cover the stain with your hand. “Um, yeah, I just had an accident.” You cringed at how that sounded, but forced yourself to continue explaining. “Thought I’d let it dry out in the wind here.”

“Oh?” he queried, tilting his head so that the low light gleamed in his dark, velvety eyes. “And here I thought you wanted me to follow you. I saw how you’ve been looking at me all night.” You blinked and swallowed hard. “Oh, um, sorry?” you said awkwardly, face burning with embarrassment.

“Don’t apologize,” he returned, eyes still glowing with humor and heat. “I like it.”

He stepped closer, letting you feel the warmth of his body. His head tilted and his eyes dragged down the length of you and back up again, slowly.

“And I like the way you look too.”

“Oh,” you breathed softly, hands raising as if of their own accord to rest on his cuirass.

He covers one of your hands in his. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he murmured, voice low and husky.

You managed to whisper, “Don’t stop,” before he leaned in and covered your mouth with his.

Any lingering sense of embarrassment evaporated in the heat of Warthog’s passion. His kisses made your knees feel weak and you clung to his armored shoulders as his hands gripped your waist and lower back, pulling you closer. Your chest, stomach and groin pressed against plastoid armor, making you feel soft and pliant in comparison. He was a rock while you were a wave crashing against him. He gathered you against him, claiming your mouth with a fervor that lit up all your nerves.

With a groan of discomfort, he reluctantly pulled back. One hand stayed firmly on your lower back as the other slipped down between your bodies. There was a click and a sigh as his codpiece was removed and dropped carelessly to the floor. “That was starting to hurt,” he murmured, leaning close to your ear and kissing just beneath the lobe.

You closed your eyes and bared your neck to him. “Hmm, can’t have that,” you dreamily replied.

He left a trail of kisses along your throat and then inhaled your scent. “You smell so good,” he murmured, his lips against your skin.

You almost purred in response and he pulled back to smile at you. His dark eyes gleamed in the low light, focused on you like nothing else existed. Warthog dipped his head again, and you parted your lips to let him in, kissing with wild, eager abandon. He was so tall, dark, and handsome, but also much more than that. His generous nature, how he went out of his way to help you, his kindness, his sense of humor, and his obvious bravery were all so deeply attractive. It was almost shocking that someone like him could be interested in someone like you.

But the feeling of his mouth on yours was undeniable. And so was the heated length rubbing against your thigh. It sparked a deep hunger in you that had nothing to do with the banquet you just left. It made you feel bold and a little reckless.

“Let me make you feel good,” you urged the next time he pulled back from your lips to breathe.

A furrow appeared between his brows in a silent question that was answered when you lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. Warthog let out a quiet groan. His pupils widened at the sight, making his dark eyes appear even deeper and more mysterious than before. He watched you watching him, as he slid his hand down, and pulled his erection free of his black body glove.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his thick length, eyes going wide. It was one thing to hear that the clones were the best built men in the galaxy, and quite another to see the evidence of it up so close. Glancing up again, you caught his expectant, lust-darkened gaze and licked your lips. He moaned as you pressed them in a kiss to the length of his hard cock, followed quickly by another.

The weight and heat of his hard-on felt amazing in your hand, and against your eager lips. You covered it in kisses before drawing the head into your mouth, sucking experimentally. Warthog groaned above you and reached down to cradle the back of your neck.

“That feels amazing,” he murmured, mindful of being too loud so near to the banquet hall.

You hummed your agreement around him, drawing another moan from the back of his throat. Eyes closed, you breathed in his musk, humming happily again, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your neck in response. Then he combed his fingers through the hair at your nape as you started to swallow him down, little by little, and then as deeply as possible. Your tongue was flat against his heated shaft as you surrounded it with your mouth and your hands, pumping and sucking greedily.

Warthog leaned his weight on one arm against the balcony, his thick thigh muscles trembling with the effort of holding himself back from spilling into your throat. “Kriff, you’re so good at that,” he praised. It thrilled you, sending a tingle down through your body that you followed with a hand, slinking down you to press between your thighs. That sight sent another moan through the handsome man. You massaged his balls softly as you felt his cock at the back of your throat. You swallowed, letting the sensation tease him, before sliding your lips back up and down again, repeating the motion until you felt his balls tense, along with his fingers at your neck.

“I’m close,” he warned. “Can I cum in your mouth?” he panted.

You nodded quickly, looking up at him as he closed his eyes and let himself go with a shuddering moan of satisfaction. You swallowed every bit of it down, hand still busy between your legs; your body wanted more.

As he tucked himself away and re-clipped the codpiece, you stood and wrapped your arms around yourself. When Warthog finished dressing, he pulled you close. He kissed you softly, tasting himself on your lips.

“That was incredible,” he murmured, eyes warm and soft on yours. “I’d love to return the favor, maybe someplace more private?”

You smiled and bit your lower lip. “We can go to my room,” you offer.

He smiled back, stoking heat in your belly with the way his gaze raked over your body. “Well then, lead the way.” You took his hand and he eagerly followed you.

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toschestationed · 1 year ago

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Knockout: Ch. 15

Chapter Summary:

It took Warthog another thirty minutes to wake up, nearly colliding with the bedframe when he jerked upwards in a panic, still only half-conscious. Dogma kept a steadying hand on his shoulder (like he’d seen Kix do so many times before) until the pilot had managed to get a grip on his surroundings.

“W-What happened?” He groaned, rubbing at his eyes blearily as he struggled into a half-sitting position.

Fives and Warthog wake up, and the crew finally manages to rendezvous with Rex.

Chapter 15: Awake

“W-What happened?” He groaned, rubbing at his eyes blearily as he struggled into a half-sitting position.

“What do you remember?” Dogma’s brow furrowed even as he checked Warthog’s eyes for uneven dilation. Thankfully, his pupils seemed good, although it took the pilot another minute to focus his eyes and respond to the question.

“We… we were attacked by a Separatist shuttle. I was in the cockpit, and I turned because I heard a blast from the airlock, and… I’m not sure.” Warthog finally responded, making a concerted effort to keep his eyes open, and Dogma found himself grateful that he’d stopped trying to sit up.

Nodding in agreement at Warthog’s summary– being oriented to his surroundings was another good sign– Dogma began to fill in the gaps in the story.

“We were boarded. It was a covert attack shuttle, equipped with a small tractor beam, and typically holding between three and four squads of Commando Droids. You and Fives got hit with a knockout gas of some kind. We hid everyone in the smuggler’s hold until they left. I’ve been monitoring you and Fives for recovery.”

Warthog groaned, sighing in relief at the update. He opened his eyes again, the fogginess in his gaze starting to fade as he glanced back at Dogma quizzically like he was trying to solve a puzzle. “Anyone else injured? No offense, but I’m a little surprised to see you taking point with a senior medic on-board.”

Here, Dogma hesitated, pushing past the tightness in his chest and the choked feeling in his throat before continuing. “Kix… he knew the droids wouldn’t believe the ship was empty, especially not after we fired on them, and he knew what they were looking for. Once we’d all hidden in the smuggler’s hold, he… closed the door and surrendered himself. I-I don’t– the last thing we heard was a stun-bolt before they carried him back to their shuttle.” Dogma’s voice wavered, and he swallowed hard against the urge to start crying again.

Warthog let out a slow breath, exhaling as he took in the information. “Kriff.”

Dogma gave another hitched breath before responding with a thready agreement. “Yeah…”

Sure, he’d shed a few tears with Hardcase and Tup earlier, but it wasn’t his batchmate that had been taken (and he pushed down the guilty relief he felt at that thought). He was their only medic right now, and he couldn’t afford to stop and grieve, not right now.

He could never compare to Kix’s calm reliability in a crisis, but he’d try his best to care for their vode in his stead. So after taking another moment to steady himself as much as he could in a situation like this, he ran Warthog through a couple assessments to make sure he was recovering from the drug in his system.

Hardcase stopped by a little bit later, still a little red around the eyes and quieter than he should have been, but he’d kept the ship running well enough while Warthog had been out. After another 30 minutes, Dogma felt satisfied enough with Warthog’s recovery to let him make their next hyperspace jump, after Hardcase had double-checked his calculations.

There was still a faint hyperspace trail from the other ship’s departure that he didn’t stop Hardcase from taking note of, but given its trajectory towards some of the most heavily-trafficked Separatist hyperlanes, Dogma didn’t hold out much hope for getting Kix back anytime soon.

Tup, meanwhile, had been doing his best to make sure the blast shield would hold up after the beating it had taken during the attack. The repairs themselves didn’t take too long, and after that, he found himself tidying up the ship, finding Kix’s discarded blaster and trauma kit under a bulkhead, and doing whatever else he could to occupy himself. He’d taken off Fives’ helmet earlier, but he’d put it back on a little while ago. If Dogma suspected that he was using its cover to better hide his tears, he didn’t call him out on it.

They’d only been in hyperspace for another hour when Fives’ breathing changed. He swallowed reflexively a few times, eyelids fluttering, and Dogma had about two seconds warning before Fives rolled over on his side and promptly lost his rations in the durasteel waste bin.

He’d always been a bit of a lightweight, Dogma thought to himself wearily.

He repeated the same conversation he’d had with Warthog, checking his pupils and finding them responding slower than he’d like. Another sign that the ARC was still drugged up to his eyeballs, and probably fighting to stay awake.

“W-Where’s Kix?” Fives mumbled, words slurring together as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

Dogma swallowed hard, but forced himself to respond. Fives deserved to know. “He– Kix let himself get captured so they’d stop looking for us. We got a general lock on their coordinates, but…” He trailed off, waiting anxiously for Fives’ response.

Fives’ breath hitched, and he squeezed his eyes shut for another long moment, and Dogma started to worry that he’d throw up again. Instead, the ARC trooper let out a slow breath and opened clear eyes, giving his hand a tight squeeze, quietly thanking Dogma for telling him. It made Dogma wonder just how many vode he’d had to lose before it’d got that easy to keep marching on.

Of course, he took that statement back a couple hours later after finding the fresher locked with near-silent sobs just barely audible through the durasteel door. They didn’t talk about it a lot, but Fives was pretty high up-there in the command structure of the 501st, and after Umbara, there’d been an emotional distance he’d kept from the rest of them, with only a few exceptions. He’d gotten better at reaching out within their little group, to Jesse, Kix, Tup even. But with Kix gone and Tup still recovering, well…

Dogma ignored the redness around the ARC’s eyes and the hoarseness of his voice. He kept giving Fives space even as the ARC mumbled disjointed responses to his check-ins, still very obviously under the influence.

If he’d been a better medic– like Kix, his subconscious supplied – he would’ve stopped Fives from pacing around the ship with a desperate look in his eyes, but Dogma could relate all-too-well with the desire to do something, anything, other than stare at the ceiling and grieve.

So he kept a close eye on him– making sure Warthog and Fives hydrated and that everyone ate something, keeping one eye on the chrono as they slowly, painstakingly made their approach to Coruscant.

It took Rex another half-hour to finally make his way to the landing pad Fives had landed at. Definitely one of the more disreputable Rex had seen to-date, and he couldn’t help the chill that ran down his spine at the eerie silence as he and Fox landed the small troop transport. There was only one other ship on the landing pad, but Rex’s trepidation turned to relief as he recognized 501st blue making its way down the landing pad, and he couldn’t stop himself from approaching the ship’s ramp faster than strictly necessary.

“R-Rex,” Fives stuttered, shoulders loosening in relief at the Captain’s appearance, but he flinched wildly at the footsteps following him, nearly raising his blaster at Commander Fox before Rex gave him the stand-down sign.

Rex stepped closer, now on the ship’s ramp where he could see the rest of the crew. He carefully placed a steady hand on Fives’ blaster hand, noticing that it was shaking. “Easy, Fives. This is Commander Fox, he’s here to help.”

Thankfully, that reassurance gave Fives what he needed to holster his hand-blaster. Rex gave him a long look before asking, “Report, Fives?”

“Can’t– not, not here. ‘S not safe. Too risky.” Fives stammered, a wild look in his eyes, pupils blown wide. Something was definitely wrong.

When Fives stumbled, Rex came alongside him and wrapped a supportive arm around his torso, eyes bright with concern. “Alright– alright, Fives. Steady, vod.”

Rex glanced around the group, scanning the others for injuries. Why hadn’t Kix stepped in yet– usually he’d be ordering Fives to sit down before he fell down, one hand resting reassuringly on an injured brother’s shoulder until they looked a little more stable. Sure, Dogma was there, giving the ARC a slightly exasperated look as he helped Rex finally settle him back onto a crate near them, but still–

“Where’s Kix?” Rex asked, and his heart dropped into his stomach when the entire group gave a collective flinch and Tup’s breath hitched with the beginnings of tears. Why did his men look like they were half a tic from falling apart?

Fives’ condition spoke for itself, and now that he was looking, Tup’s hair was more than a little disheveled, and the corrective lenses were definitely new; even Hardcase and Dogma were a little worse for the wear. All of them were still sporting a small bacta patch on their foreheads, including Warthog, and while the pilot wasn’t nearly as bad-off as Fives, Rex could easily spot the signs of a trooper in desperate need of a nap.

He opened his mouth to ask again what the kriff happened, but as his eyes scanned Fives again, seeing the agitation and honest-to-kriff fear in the ARC’s eyes, he relented, if only for now.

Rex glanced back at Fox, grateful that the Commander had thought to bring something larger than a speeder. “Is there somewhere secure we can talk?”

Commander Fox gave a long exhale– should’ve known better than to get bored on his only day off this rotation– before nodding and gesturing towards the transport. “My office, let’s go.”

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“Is this plant made out of flimsi?” Fives asked as he prodded at a pathetic-looking succulent sitting on the corner of Fox’s desk. The ARC was still slurring his words a little, and Rex suspected that his filter was still missing, but he was, as always, the observant shabuir.

“No.” Fox growled. He was very proud of his little succulent; Force knows it was hard enough to keep anything alive on Coruscant. Most of his collection hadn’t lasted longer than a couple weeks, but this one had kept hanging on.

“–One of the leaves says ‘Made in Corellia.’”

Dogma took a sharp intake of breath while Tup elbowed Fives in the shoulder, none too discreetly, trying and failing to get him to stop unintentionally antagonizing the Commander. Warthog hid his own laugh in a cough, fooling absolutely nobody.

Fox’s jaw set in anger and one of his eyelids twitched.

“Thire—!!!“

Commander Thire snickered, looking absolutely unapologetic as he addressed the others. “Got tired of him crying each time they died— it was scaring the shinies.”

Fox held his gaze for a long moment before letting out a long sigh. “ –And you’ve been letting me water it all this time.” He grumbled unintelligibly, sending Thire a death glare before finally turning back to the datapad Dogma had given him.

Scrolling through the data they’d collected, it didn’t take long for Fox’s mood to drop, breath catching in his throat and stomach turning to ice as he read through file after file of evidence.

“Is this real?” He demanded, looking to Captain Rex, who still had yet to learn the information on the datapad, outside of Fives’ earlier rambling.

“Is what real?” Rex countered, peering over Fox’s shoulder.

Hardcase was the one who answered– he’d never been one for giving reports, but with Fives still mesmerized by the fake plant on Fox’s desk, the responsibility fell on him.

“Control chips, implanted by the Kaminoans in every single clone– at least, from what we could find. Tech, a trooper from Clone Force 99, helped us decrypt the data, and Corporal Boost from the 104th and Fives found that list, with nearly 100 contingency orders that can make us do whatever they say. And we think the Separatists know about them.”

“What?!” Rex exclaimed, while Commander Fox’s expression went dark.

Dogma spoke up, remembering a little of what he’d heard from the 104th’s CMO and Fives’ initial explanation. “They’re implanted during a tubie’s gestational period, in the prefrontal cortex, which can affect someone’s mood, personality– everything that separates us from droids. Commander Wolffe’s was activated by the Kaminoans; they’d sent him after us, but we were able to remove it, and he’s back to being himself again. They can be removed– all of ours are out. Tup’s chip… activated on its own. It’s how we learned about them in the first place… We tricked the Kaminoans into thinking we’d been… dealt with, and we were able to get off Kamino without alerting them after that, but it’s…” He trailed off, looking back to Hardcase, who continued the disjointed debrief.

“After we’d left the 104th, we were attacked by a Separatist attack shuttle, with somewhere between three and four squads of Commando droids– still no idea how they tracked us, even if they knew our initial hyperlane vector, but they… they got the drop on us. Fives and Warthog were hit with a knockout gas, and Kix told us to hide in the smuggler’s hold, and–” He swallowed hard, fighting against the tears that threatened to emerge yet again. “We didn’t realize what he had planned until he’d shut the hold, and he was still outside.”

Hardcase clenched his fists, hating the way his left arm trembled at the movement– wishing he’d been strong enough to stop them from taking Kix– that Kix hadn’t felt like he needed to protect him from a fate he’d gladly accept.

Hardcase blinked in surprise when a shoulder bumped against his own, relaxing slightly when he saw it was Tup, and Dogma right next to him, giving him a look of solidarity. He took a slow breath, just a little steadier than his last one, and showed Rex the file containing the coordinates they’d been attacked at, the attack shuttle’s signature, and anything else he’d been able to gather at the time. According to Warthog, their hyperspace jumps had been calculated by a complex algorithm, one he’d picked up in ARC training, and if the Separatists knew about that, and the chips, who knew what else they’d picked up.

All of it, taken together, pointed towards a traitor in the Republic.

This was when Fives interjected, feeling more and more like himself as the debrief continued. “T-This goes to the highest levels of the Republic– only a few outside Kamino with the authority to use the chips. W-We can’t just tell anyone. We need to take this to the Chancellor–!!” Fives declared, drawing himself up, despite the way the world still spun at the edges.

Kix had sacrificed himself for their vode, and it was up to them to make sure that sacrifice was worth it.

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kotemf · 10 months ago

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#star wars #star wars clone wars #clone wars #commander wolffe #cc 3636 #clone trooper boost #clone trooper sinker #clone trooper comet #clone trooper warthog #clone trooper jag #wolf pack #104th battalion #they're all so pretty #random polls

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clonefandomevents · 2 years ago

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Wolfpack Bingo Requests!! Was meant to be the October bingo card, and somehow we missed posting it! Join us in the 104th!

#104th bingo #wolfpack bingo #commander wolffe #clone trooper comet #clone trooper boost #clone trooper sinker #clone trooper warthog #104th battalion #plo koon

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dukeoftheblackstar · 2 years ago

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@omaano Alex 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I was not expecting to ugly sob today because oh my god look at them. Just ... ugh. Look at these boys. Look at.. sigh. They're so perfect, okay?!?!?!?

My precious angel baby boy King and his evenly precious angel baby bestiecakes King ♥

Thank you for this omg!!!! They finally have another art of them together! I think this is the first one out there between Tracer and Warthog apart from the comics ♥♥♥

Look at these two, I bet you this how they'll look after getting absolutely wasted, Tracer being drunk-dragged and because Warthog purposely miscounted how many bottles they're in ♥ EEP!!

I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! THANK YOUUUUUU ;///////////////; !!!!

LOOK AT HIS FACE THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. THAT IS THE FACE OF HAVING DONE THIS 829391283918319TH TIMES!!! And Tracer is all at peace knowing Warthog's got him — even though he's unconscious HAHHHAH!

Or they've gone into centrifuge to test who can last longer on extreme level because #pilotlife ;///////////;

What? He's fine. They are just testing that gravity works alright, and Tracer needed help with stretching his back. Their success at it is a different matter.

@dukeoftheblackstar come and do something about your favourite boys, they are not doing so fine under the cut.

#warthog #tracer #clone trooper warthog #clone trooper tracer #pilots gone wild #my two angels ♥#104th battalion #104th foolishness ♥#them boys #them bebbie boys ♥#my sons ♥#my perfect chaotic kings

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veny-many · 2 years ago

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If you want to understand drawings under, please read this previous post:

And if you don't mind other my alive!Plo AU too. (They have order 66 au tag)

Commander! Comet

He was promoted when Wolffe gone to MIA, due to his works he had in position of the right hand for Commander.

He didn't have Wolfpack symbol in his armor before, but when he became new officer for battalion, he marked wolf in his shoulder. To mark his his new place and responsibility in his mind.

Actually, Comet was one of the 104th that didn't want to paint wolf in his armor because of preventing from losing his individual(for his mad love for the stars and comets). But he had more important things in his new life than his own thought.

Comet think Wolffe betrayed them. So he tries to be angry to him. But when he got so much stress, all he could think was the protective and warm affection from his former Commander and big brother.

Other original Wolfpack members worries about him. They call him puppy or little brother despite the fact he is now their superior. They don't care, for their precious brother's sake.

When Wolffe knew about Wolfpack is now chasing them, the first thing he said was "That's my boi" And other people just got confused.

"They are dangerous hunters, Wolffe." "Of course they are. I taught them better than anyone."

When Comet finally dechipped, Comet glued to Wolffe's body and cries a lot. He knows is was embarrassing, but he couldn't help it. Thankfully his big brother said nothing and just hugged him back till he got tired from crying and fell in sleep.

Rebellion! Wildfire

Yes, rebels Wildfire is Canon.

When he first saw Wolffe he thought he was dangerous with his chips.

And Wolffe though him dangerous too.

Chaos ensures.

Until Plo back to place with meal and says "WTK is happening here boys"

And Wildfire and Wolffe finally believe they are safe and enjoy the meal together.

Warthog

I hope you like this @dukeoftheblackstar

Warthog first thought Jedis are traitor like other clones.

But by the time passed, and the world under Empire got more cruel everyday, Warthog started to doubt about the betrayal.

He thinks about the Tracer, his dear friend, who died under command of Jedi.

But Warthog was saved his life for multiple times by General Plo Koon. It was truth. When he shouted for help, his General always helped.

He thinks, if he feels bad for kind hearted Jedi's death, would it be betrayal to his marched away friend?

And the answer was, no. When he got dechipped, he finally able to think about the truth freely with his mind.

That karking Sith Lord made this stupid war and forced his friend and brothers and Jedis to death trap.

Warthog runs to rebels gunship for revenge.

Sinker and Boost stops him and finally managed to calm him down with promises of vengeance for Empire.

And Wolffe witnesses his brothers chaotic actions again, after the very long time.

#star wars #the clone wars #commander wolffe #clone trooper boost #clone trooper comet #clone trooper sinker #clone trooper wildfire #clone trooper warthog #104th battalion #wolfpack #plo koon #order 66 au #my drawing #my whump #my au

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 1 year ago

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Poets and Painters Masterlist

In desperate need of just one day to take his and his men's mind off the war, Plo Koon orders that everyone make a stop on a relatively uninhabited planet in a peaceful sector of the galaxy to… have a picnic? Just what does he have in mind? A certain flint-gray Commander is finding it hard to believe that they're just on the planet for a day of R&R in the middle of a war, so he isn't letting his guard down. Perhaps someone will help Commander Wolffe find some way to help him relax before the day is over…

RATING: Mature | STATUS: Complete | POV: 2nd Person | GN Reader

☀️Early Morning

🌤️Midday

⛅Late Afternoon

🌓Evening

🌕Deep Night

🌄Golden Dawn Part 1

🌄Golden Dawn Part 2

Started 9/15/23 | Finished 2/29/24 | Total word count: 43,005

[FFF Masterlist] [TCW Masterlist]

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shewolfofficial · 3 months ago

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Character AI Clone Masterlist

501st:

Captain Rex:

★ ︱Your Clone Captain

★ ︱Late Night Reports

★ ︱End of the Clone Wars

★ ︱79's

ARC Trooper Fives:

５︱ The Arc Trooper and Padawan

５︱You hate each other in every single way

５︱ 79's Date night

５︱First Date

５︱College AU

５︱ Leaving the GAR

ARC Trooper Echo:

ARC Trooper Jesse:

Kix:

☤ ︱79's

☤ ︱A medic and Jedi Knight?

212th:

Commander Cody:

Waxer:

Boil:

104th:

Commander Wolffe:

Sinker:

Boost:

Comet:

Warthog:

Coruscant Guard:

Commander Fox:

Commander Thire:

Commander Thorn:

Commander Stone:

Clone Force 99

Hunter:

Crosshair:

Wrecker:

Tech:

Echo:

Masterlist is a WIP, requests accepted in my ask box with the pinned post in my profile

Line divider creds: @djarrex, @saradika-graphics

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knightprincess · 8 months ago

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Magic Medic (Part 3 of 3) - 79's

Words: 4.7k (Long one yay) Note: Includes both Reader and the OC Iseult. Pronouns: She/Her.

"Ah! Finally," spoke Iseult, stepping from the Marauder before stretching her arms above her head and taking a greedy gulp of the Coruscant air. A grin soon painted upon her lips to see Tech still tapping away at his datapad, his brows sown together as he concentrated on finding the answer to the mystery the boys of the Wolf Pack had brought to his attention.

"Are you really not going to clue us in?" Hunter asked, attempting to be serious. However, the grin that appeared across his lips suggested he was anything but annoyed.

"You'll find out later tonight," simply replied Iseult, a chuckle escaping her to see Fox heading their way. Undoubtedly, he would either greet them, get the docking work done or warn her not to try anything outside her usual mischief.

"Which one are you?" asked Fox, removing his helmet shortly after his words reached their intended target. Once again, revealing the mess of curls hidden beneath the bucket, along with his seemingly ceaseless exhaustion. "The angel or the minx?" asked the Marshall Commander, unintentionally giving a clue to the mystery that seemed to have captivated so many brothers.

"The minx," chuckled Iseult.

"Oh Boy," signed Fox, as if expecting the worst. "No explosions this time," he added before shaking his head as if to rid himself of the chaos from her previous shore time. "Wolf Pack will be happy to see you; they touched down an hour ago," recalled Fox, recalling how happy the collection of clones was, even when Wolffe had practically chased Warthog from the cruiser.

"Explosions?" questioned Crosshair, beating Wrecker to the punch.

"Firework popper went off by accident when I was on a speeder, caused a bit of a mess on the traffic lanes," honestly replied Iseult, recalling the incident had led to Fox and the Coruscant Guard figuring out the secret. On the other hand, the Jedi still seemed perplexed by all of it. Anakin and Obi-Wan had retrieved herself and (Y/N) on separate occasions. "Are the 501st back yet?"

"Be back within the hour," replied Fox before scanning the Marauder in and sending the group on their way. Once again, he shook his head, although a grin came to his lips this time. He may call Iseult the minx, but that didn't stop him from considering her a friend, even a chaotic one.

"So there's an angel version of you?" questioned Hunter, as if curiosity had finally gotten better.

"And a nerdy one, too, if you listen to Cody," replied Iseult. "Be back in a sec," she added before running back toward the landing bay, if only to jump Fox with the hug she always gave him.

"I have looked into the theories shared by Comet and Jesse," began Tech, looking up to see Iseult walking back toward them, her smile growing. "The confusion is most likely due to a mix-up in the orders."

"Nope, no mix-up," replied Iseult. "I'm to be with the Wolf Pack again, and the Angel is staying with the 501st," she added, hearing Wrecker breathe out a huh in response to her words. "Y'all should look a little closer at the orders," giggled Iseult as she continued to walk. She knew eventually someone else would find her. Gregor, Cody, Wolffe, Howzer, if he was daring enough. "Hope to see you boys at 79's tonight."

"What if we're not?" questioned Wrecker.

"She'll haunt you to the end of time," responded Gregor, "You boys survived being paired with our little devil."

"Come now, you make me sound worse than I am," voiced Iseult, crossing his arms over her chest to fake her offense to the commando's words. In response, Gregor only chuckled at her and patted her gently on the head as if she were a wild loth cat.

"What else has Shortfire got up to?" asked Crosshair, the only one of the four enhanced clones brave enough to ask the question. Even when it was clear Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker had identical thoughts.

"Which one?" responded Gregor, his eyes lighting up as he waved Iseult off. There was little doubt she was returning to the little apartment the GAR had assigned her and a roommate. Although small, it at least offered a rebrief from the battlefield and a place to relax for a little while—a little place of her own.

*~* Late That Night *~*

Things were picking up at 79's. The music was loud but not overpowering, and the neon lights were bright, particularly on and around the dance floor. The drinks flowed, and everyone there seemed to be having a good time—random civvies mixed with clones and other GAR personnel. The boys of Clone Force 99 entered, immediately making their way over to the usual booth. Tech observed the area, looking for Iseult in the sea of bodies.

"Found her," he simply said, pointing over to the bar where the 501st were.

"Then who's that?" asked Wrecker, pointing to the table not too far from their booth.

"Huh, guess the regs were right," exclaimed Hunter, looking between the two. Noticing the pair were identical in every way, right down to the jewelry and minimal makeup worn. It was as if someone had copied and pasted the civvi medic.

"I have a new theory," commented Tech, looking up from his datapad in time to see the one previous at the table waking over, a smile on her lips. The other person at the bar didn't move, and nobody questioned why there was more than one. It was as if the regs letting loose hadn't noticed the mysterious magic medic had a double.

"I love theories," said the Medic in a bubbly, upbeat tone, a broad, toothy smile on her lips. Her eyes shimmered every time the neon lights shone over her.

"I took your advice and looked closer at the orders. The version of you, known as the Angel, has a different identification number. CM-1911," added Tech, looking up once more. Only this time, realization seemed to have hit him. "Simply put, not clones, identical twins," he explained.

"Iseult was right; you are quick," spoke (Y/N), her smile growing as she revealed she was the angel rather than the minx they'd spent the rotation with. "She also said Hunter and Crosshair would notice I wasn't her, sharp sight and senses," added the civvi medic.

"Wait, you're the angel?" asked Wrecker, receiving a nod in response. Her smile remained in place, maybe a little bigger than before.

"Most of the 501st and Wolf Pack are currently unaware we swapped again," she laughed in response. "Rex knows, but the rest are in the dark, except Commander Growls," added (Y/N) with a hint of mischief. Everything was going to plan so far. Iseult had thrust far fooled the boys of the 501st, Rex playing his part and acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, even if his golden eyes lit up a little more than usual.

"What do you need from us?" asked Hunter, squinting to determine if the woman before him was the angel twin or the one they had considered a member of their little family. His actions only received a sweet giggle from (Y/N).

"Act like nothing is out of the ordinary," replied (Y/N). "If you want to join in with the little game, you're free too," she added, noticing Cody heading their way. "Now, if you excuse me, I got to put my smart persona on," chuckled (Y/N), revealing the nerdy one previously mentioned was, in fact, the angel in disguise. Crosshair merely chuckled, catching on to the havoc the pair of twins seemed to have caused.

"Clever," he worded, turning to the bar to see Iseult seemingly winding up Howzer. "Remind me to congratulate both of them when this is over."

"Tech, you're recording this, right?" asked Wrecker, receiving an affirmative response.

"Let the games begin," commented Hunter, taking a seat in the squad's usual booth. From their position, they'd be able to see all the chaos as it unfolded. If they were lucky, they'd see when the pair switched back and forth.

At the bar, Iseult seemed more than happy to play a game of silly sods with Howzer, the captain silently pleading with Rex or a member of the 501st to save him, or any of his brothers for that matter.

"How are you in two places at once?" asked Howzer, looking at the booths lining the walls. There, another Iseult was with Cody, a bright smile on her lips as she nodded and laughed. Her eyes sparkled, too. The one with the Bad Batch had seemingly disappeared now. However, Howzer didn't overthink it.

"What do you mean?" asked Iseult. A smile on her lips and a small chuckle escaped her as Howzer turned her and pointed at (Y/N) with Cody. "All I see is Cody talking to himself," she added before turning back to face Howzer again.

"Uh-huh," breathed Howzer, briefly turning his attention to Iseult before returning it to Cody. Only this time, the Iseult double was gone. The Marshal Commander didn't seem to notice either. Instead, walking to join the boys of the 212th in the booth they'd gathered in. "Where she go?" he questioned, seeing Iseult apparent confusion.

"Where'd who go?" quizzed Fox, still appearing exhausted but not as beaten down as he had been earlier in the day. There is no duty on his shoulders now and no demand to wear his helmet or deal with the general public.

"The Iseult double, she was just there talking to Cody," exclaimed Howzer, turning to Fox while keeping a gentle grip on Iseult as if to ensure she, too, wouldn't just disappear like the other had.

"No one was talking with Cody," convincingly replied Fox. "He was comically talking to himself. Likely a side effect from the head injury and alcohol," added the marshall commander, watching as Howzer quickly turned back, just in time for the buzzed commander of the 212th to fall from the booth. "What song were you singing earlier?" asked Fox when a confused Howzer let Iseult go.

"You're with me. I'm with you. Always one born as two," replied Iseult. "My uncle used to say it when I was little," she explained, chuckling again, even more so when it would all make sense when the night was over, especially to those currently in the dark about the magic trick.

"Go to Rex," whispered Fox. For once, helping with the pandemonium by being Iseult's keeper, Thorn was in a similar role for (Y/N). Both ensured the other knew what was happening and where to go. "He needs a little help with Jesse."

With his whispered words, Iseult disappeared once more. Preparing herself to act like her gentler twin, as she was sure (Y/N) was doing, as she headed for Wolffe and the 104th. The twin sisters were careful not to be seen in the same area simultaneously. However, they'd have fun with that later one. Comet, Gregor, and Kix being the primary targets, and the Domino Twins at night's end.

"Did you take a detour or something? " said Warthog, his eyes glimmering when the medic he assumed was Iseult returned. Without a second thought, he reached to pull her into the booth, practically pulling her onto Wolffe's lap with a satisfied grin.

"What I really needed was to use the refresher," commented (Y/N), with a playful tone to her voice as she slipped into the role of her identical twin. Her act was convincing enough for now; the observant Commander hadn't noticed anything, instead wrapping his arms around her waist and huffing out a chuckle. "and a detour to winding up Howzer."

"Couldn't resist, aye," called Comet from the back of the booth, splashing his drink across the table when he put it down. There was little doubt he was buzzed.

"And you spoke to Cody," called Sinker, bearing witness to the confusion over (Y/N)'s features. Almost as if she didn't know what he was talking about.

"I told Howzer I didn't see anyone with Cody when he pointed it out," replied (Y/N), thankful for Thorn and Fox's help in the game. "Perhaps I'm going blind," she added with a small smile.

"Wolffe," called Boost, pulling his commander back to the conversation and mystery that seemed to unfold before their eyes. Wolffe quickly turned his attention to his brother after finally tearing his line of sight from Cody bumbling around with the 212th. "How many versions of Iseult have you seen tonight?" asked the trooper, confirming that Wolffe had suspected something was off and kept an eye on what was happening. However, he'd yet to find an explanation for it.

"I count seven so far," called Wolffe, placing his head on (Y/N)'s shoulder, at least displaying he was none the wiser about what was happening. Either that or he was a better actor than either sister realized. "Frat boys were speaking to one, Cody's imaginary one, Howzer's tormentor - that we now know is ours, Gregor's flirt, Thorn's chatterbox, and the 501st Angel."

"Think I seen one winding up Bly earlier, too," added (Y/N). "He didn't seem to notice the flirting," she laughed.

"Clones, there's no other explanation," called Warthog.

"Yes, there is," replied (Y/N) in a cheeky tone. You'll see when the Domino Twins meet their match," she laughed.

"Look," called Comet, spotting another Iseult at the bar with the 501st. She was swaying to the beat of the music. She seemed to glow as she laughed along with the boys in blue. "The angel one," he yelled, loud enough to get Nova's attention in the booth next to theirs.

"So I do have a doppelganger," voiced (Y/N) with surprise and confusion, expertly playing her part. "Hear, I thought you have been ribbing me this entire time," she added.

"Sorry brother, I'm stealing your minx," called Thorn before gently pulling (Y/N) free, even when Wolffe protested with light growls. "I'll bring her back, promise. But you gotta give her that little gift," he added before following (Y/N) to the dance floor, where Kix had led Iseult. "You get him."

With a light twirl (Y/N) appeared to Kix's left, Iseult on his right. Both kissed a cheek before (Y/N) disappeared again, leaving Kix flustered and confused. His golden eyes were wide, cheeks flushed from the double kiss, so much so Jesse had to retrieve the stunned medic from the dance floor.

"Oh, me next," laughed Gregor, subtly letting the twin sisters know he knew their elaborate magic trick but wouldn't ruin the fun. Instead, like Fox and Thorn, he was intent on helping to add to the already brewing chaos.

"How is that possible?" Echo voiced from the bar, his words loud enough to get the attention of his brothers, Jesse, Rex, Fives, and Hardcase, too, if his chuckle was anything to go by. Each followed his line of sight until they spotted Gregor dancing in the middle of the brightly lit floor with two partners, identical partners.

"You know Gregor will dance with anyone," said Rex. "Our angel is no different," he added before returning to the bar, hopping to hide the grin threatening to take hold. He'd been working on this revenge plan for months, and now it was in motion—better than he could have imagined. However, he made a mental note to apologize to Wolffe when the truth came out.

"Rex, there's two of (Y/N)," yelled Fives, beginning to question if Rex was okay or if the rest of them were so drunk they were seeing things. "Kix is mumbling two angels."

"Ay," called Rex upon spotting Wolffe all but throw (Y/N) over his shoulder. "Sorry brother, but my medic," spoke the Captain upon catching up with Wolffe, just in time to see the real Iseult lean over the side of the booth occupied by the Wolf Pack and press a kiss to Comet's cheek. Disappearing just as quickly as she'd appeared.

"You're medic?" questioned Wolffe, securing (Y/N) over his armored shoulder, ensuring she wouldn't fall. "My Iseult!" added the Commander with hints of possessiveness as he backed away slightly. Confusion appeared in his mismatched eyes as he questioned what was going on.

"That's (Y/N), my angel," replied Rex, knowingly winding Wolffe up.

"Put me down," called (Y/N), wiggling around, hoping to get free. Conversely, Wolffe seems just as determined to keep her where she was—growling when her knee collided with his chest plate. His only other action was to wrap an arm around the nook of her knees securely.

"You two take this outside," called Thorn, "And for the love of the maker, put her down," he added. Hearing Wolffe growl over the music, at least before moving to put (Y/N) on her feet again. Confusion grew in his mismatched eyes when he stood up straight again to see the two stood together.

"What!" was all Wolffe could say, frozen to the spot as the two versions of Iseult stood before him. The rest of the Wolf Pack seemed just as confused, so each had fallen into silence like dominoes. As if it was a dream, the angel and minx glanced at one another, nodded, and moved to kiss either of his cheeks. Once, one giggled like a misbehaving child when the other seemed almost embarrassed, cheeks red, as she disappeared into the shadows.

"He," innocently chuckled Rex, rubbing the back of his neck when Wolffe's burning glare turned to him. "My mistake," he added before attempting to return to the bar. However, his escape plan didn't get far when Wolffe all but grabbed him, the scuff of his neck, and dragged him toward the exit.

"Spill. Now," growled Wolffe when the two were outside. The cold night air hit both men hard but didn't soften Wolffe's frustration or growing anger. Nor lighten his suspicion there was more going on.

"You had (Y/N)," simply responded Rex, holding his hands up as if to calm the animal Wolffe was slowly morphing into. "Iseult was with Fox until you put (Y/N) down," continued the Captain, although realization suddenly hit him. Wolffe didn't know. "You don't know, do you?"

"Know what?" growled Wolffe, stepping away from the club and glaring out into the city scenery at the flow of night traffic passing, the rainbow lights left in their wake, and the neon signs. "Iseult is a twin. My angel and your Cat'ra are twins," revealed Rex, a prang of guilt crashing into his chest. All this time, he'd believed Wolffe knew and had made plans of mischief with those beliefs. Only now to learn his battle-worn brother was none the wiser.

Wolffe looked over his shoulder, Rex's words reaching. His stiffened shoulders released slightly, and a sigh escaped his lips. Soon after, a huffed chuckle escaped him—identical Twins, the one thing no clone invested in the mystery had thought of.

"Who else knows?" asked Wolffe, a little calmer but still wound up. He made a mental note to get Iseult back for that if he could work out which twin was which. "How do you tell the difference?" he asked, correctly guessing Rex had known the truth long enough to spot the little difference between the two.

"Fox, Thorn, and Gregor. I think the 99's do as well," admitted Rex, at least giving Wolffe peace of mind. Gregor, as usual, was playing silly sods, poking fun at the others who hadn't seen the light of the truth. "Fox has been Iseult's keeper, Thorn (Y/N)'s," he added, cautiously moving closer to Wolffe. "Iseult is younger but louder, more sarcastic and mischievous than my (Y/N)."

"She's more accident-prone, too," replied Wolffe, recalling his Cat'ra missing the step while exiting the dance floor earlier. Fox had caught her. "Your angel seems more balanced, stable on her feet," he added, refusing to say his instincts had been right earlier. When (Y/N) sat on his lap, she'd given it away. She wasn't Iseult; she'd stiffened when he rested his chin on her shoulder, lost even with some of the jokes the others told.

"Only one bit left now," spoke Rex, placing a comforting hand on Wolffe's shoulder, relieved when the Commander didn't shake him away or toss him over the barrier. "All of this was meant as payback, my twins. I thought you knew the girls were identical twins," admitted the captain, owning up to his wrong assumption and revealing the whole plan was his idea; all of it was part of the long game he'd been playing with Fives and Echo.

"What's left," growled Wolffe, undecided on how he felt about the reveal. Although much of the mystery was solved, it didn't answer the confusion of the orders, which twin meant to be with him and the boy's next rotation.

"The reveal," replied Rex. "If you're up to it, throw me through the door. It should get the boys talking," chuckled the Captain, surprised no one had come to check on them, especially after Wolffe dragged him out of the bar in the first place. "Catch the girls, too."

"I have other ways to teach Iseult a lesson," voiced Wolffe, sensing he didn't need to elaborate further. "They're gonna torment us for this; you know that, right?'

"They'll forgive us … Eventually," replied Rex, suspecting (Y/N) would be a little rougher with her medical treatment after this but eventually come to laugh about it. On the other hand, Iseult was a fun mystery, even more so when (Y/N) had described her as the dark twin.

"I hope you're good at acting," commented Wolffe as he grabbed the back of Rex's utility belt in a firm hold. "And landings," he added before stepping back toward the door and all but catapulting Rex through it. The captain's signature woah escaped as he flew back into the club.

"A warning would have been nice," called Rex upon landing, holding his thumb up shortly after to indicate he was alright despite the nasty-looking landing. "Which one are you?" he asked upon lying back and seeing one of the Black Twins standing above.

"Which do you think, angel?" replied Iseult, a cheeky grin settling across her lips. "Nice flying skills; General Skywalker would be proud of that landing," she added before helping him back to his feet. "Which is my target?"

"Fives and Wolffe knows."

"The bugger told me he remembered everything," replied Iseult, looking back to Wolffe, seemingly relaxing now. "A concussion caused spotty memory," she explained, concern coming over her features now, not for the punishment she knew Wolffe would get her with later, but for his overall well-being; he'd lied to her about something as important as his health.

Soon enough, she shook her head and tried to locate Fives. She spotted him with Echo at the bar, laughing with his brothers and (Y/N). Once again, she joined Fox until the time was right to strike and help make the big reveal. Wolffe joined them shortly after that, far more relaxed now he knew what was going on. Without a word, he reached to move her hair over her shoulder, carefully placing a silver necklace around her neck. Dangling from the chain was a little wolf charm.

"Don't do that again," Wolffe whispered in Iseult's ear, a tinge of possessiveness and jealousy tarnishing his otherwise rough voice. "Now, go finish this before I change my mind," he added, kissing her neck. Only rolling miss-matched eyes upon hearing her saying, "Roger, Roger."

Iseult regretfully tore herself from Wolffe's warm grip, sneaking onto the dance floor shortly after (Y/N) dragged the intended targets to the dance floor; both buzzed and grinned like mad men. Rex went over to Wolffe, hoping to watch the sparks fly when the truth finally hit all their brothers. Especially Fives and Echo. After all, the pair of Arctroopers weren't the only ones who could play switch-a-roo.

"Told you she was accident prone," grinned Wolffe, watching as Iseult tripped up the step and right into Fives. Both tumbled to the glowing floor with a thud. It took a while for Echo to notice Fives wasn't standing anymore, or the angels had doubled.

"Sorry," called Iseult, pushing herself back up before reaching to pull Fives back to his feet. "That step has it out for me," she added sweetly, her grin mischievous as (Y/N) chuckled from her side. Even more so, as it hit Fives, there were two instead of one. He quickly grabbed Echo and shook the other arc trooper before pointing it out.

(Y/N) and Iseult looked at each other before laughing.

"You're with me," started (Y/N), a sing-song tone to her voice.

"I'm with you," added Iseult in the same tone.

"Always one, born as two," both sang in unison.

"And that boys is what you call twin magic," spoke Iseult with a mischievous grin that could strike fear into anyone.

"Alright, Sexy Rexy," called (Y/N), throwing the spotlight onto him, at least before bursting into a fit of laughter. The many expressions passing over and pinballing between the two collectively known as the Domino Twins.

"Fives, Echo, meet the Black Twins," spoke Rex upon reaching the identical medics. Wolffe followed just behind, coming to the side of Iseult. "You already know our angel, (Y/N). Meet her identical terror twin, Iseult."

"Terror, that's been a little harsh," began Echo upon rediscovering his ability to speak. Fives stood at his side at a loss for words, his mouth hanging open from the revelation. Rex had planned it all out and recruited identical twins to his cause. "Never mind."

"Next time, tell me when you don't remember something," declared Iseult, her voice serious, although her concern lit up her eyes.

"Oof, imagine what it would have been like with said Terror on rotation with us," called Jesse, laughing at Wolffe's sudden silence, a hand held to his cheek where Iseult's hand had collided with it.

"She's already been with us," called Kix, "CM-1916 is Iseult. The twin with us last year," he added, finally seeing the truth all of them had missed. When the orders came through, the ID numbers differed, but no one noticed it. Instead, they were distracted by the identical headshot of said medics. "(Y/N)'s identification is CM-1911."

"AH!" screeched Iseult before a giggle escaped her lips. Wolffe had come out in shock. "Alright, alright, I get it. I'm in trouble," she laughed. "Can I at least pay for my tab first?" she added again, intending to be a good citizen this time. Wolffe merely huffed before redirecting toward the bar, briefly putting her down; once she paid, he picked her up bridal style and left the bar. This time with a promise on his lips. No more hiding.

"Now I see the difference," spoke Fives. "We have the innocent one," he laughed when (Y/N) shot him an offended look, at least before a wide grin appeared across her lips.

"Think we should clue Howzer and Cody in?" asked Gregor (Y/N), already figuring Gregor knew his torment was Iseult. After all, she was far more confident and wasn't afraid to flirt back when someone flirted with her. "And Bly."

"Was more than just us caught?" said Echo, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the mental images forming—the chaos the two sisters could have caused in the past.

"Howzer's tormentor was Iseult, evident by how she knocked him senseless the last time," replied Rex, recalling the string of insults Howzer had mistakenly believed were compliments in his drunken state. "It doesn't affect Wolffe as much."

"And I'm the disappearing nerdy one haunting Cody," laughed (Y/N), recalling the act each had perfected over the years. It started when they were just normal children on their home island. Somehow, it had morphed into the mystery the clones had got behind. "Apparently, I suck at flirting, lol; Bly didn't even notice," she added, rubbing herself.

"Don't take it too hard. Bly only has eyes for Aayla Secura," replied Fives; now, the shock was wearing off, and reality had hit him. Rex had played the long game with them and many others and won. His secret weapon was what no one saw coming: a little bit of medic magic—Twin Magic.

*~* End *~*

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