#Major Trooper

[becasbelt]

you know this season is insane when the closest thing we have to comic relief is fucking jinx and sevika

[l0nesome-dreams]

You know when you say you aren’t gonna render a drawing then you end up rendering it? Could never be me…

Behold 10 hours of my life 😔✌️

[mwolf0epsilon]

Ahsoka meeting Bean Rex for the very first time.

It takes a while for the clones to feel comfortable enough with the Jedi to share the existence of the Trooper Beans, but some had their suspicions that there was more to their troops than met the eye. Mostly because the Trooper Beans got up to shenanigans that left evidence of "unseen pests" on board.

When you have a living extension of yourself (that embodies both your emotions and personality) hanging about, it's not too unusual that you'd feel a little apprehensive about sharing their existence. Especially when these curious little beings are more often than not, the only remnant you may have of vode you've lost in the past.

Most Jedi don't take the initial lack of trust too hard.

[dangraccoon]

As Ever

Day 21 ~ time loop ~ (Alt. Prompt)

Fives

Word Count: 2097 Content: Bio Chip Arc, Fives dies, actually he dies multiple times, the time loop resets if he dies or gets reconditioned, so because time loops can get fuckin dark, so I'm saying a soft Mature 18+ (recommended), Sheev Palpatine is his own warning anyway

“The mission… the nightmares… they’re… finally over.”

“Fives? No, Fives…”

—

His eyes fluttered open, squinting at the harsh light of the medical room.

“I… what…”

“Do not worry,” AZI chirped brightly. “Brief confusion is normal when waking up after a surgery.”

“Surgery,” Fives repeated, his hand coming up to the side of his head.

The patch. From the surgery. The chips? “You removed the chip?”

“Yes,” AZI said, whirling around to pull the two slides from his drawer. “Identical in structure.” He held the slide up side by side. “However, it appears that the one I found in your friend had mal–”

“Tup’s chip malfunctioned, but mine was fine,” Fives thought aloud.

“That is correct,” AZI chirped. “There is no way of knowing what will happen to you now that we have removed your chip.”

Fives’ mind felt clearer in this moment than he’d ever remembered.

Hadn’t he done all this already? He could so clearly remember seeing the chancellor–you don’t forget when a seemingly kindly old man orders his guards to murder you–escaping, finding Kix in 79s, and talking to General Skywalker and Rex. Oh, Rex. The memory of his ori’vod holding him close, crying as the second of the shinies he’d practically adopted faded away. 

Is this what happens when you die? He thought bitterly as he scowled at the floor. You have to relive the worst parts of your life? What’s next? Umbara? The Citadel? Kamino?

“Are you experiencing anything out of the ordinary? Anything that could be a potential sign of the mental decline your friend experienced?” AZI broke him from his bitter thinking.

“No, no,” he said, waving him off. “I don’t… think so. Maybe–do you think he had deja vu?”

“There is no way of knowing what Clone Trooper Tup experienced before his death, however feelings of deja vu are not a common indicator of an impending mental break.”

Fives sighed, pushing off from the table to pace the small room. “I swear, it feels like I’ve done this before.”

“Like you’ve done–”

“All this,” Fives groaned, his hands gesturing vaguely. “You removed my chip, we go to the records hall. They take me to the chancellor, he–”

Fives went still, his mind working over his options. 

“ARC Trooper Fives?”

“AZI, I think this goes much deeper than the chips in our heads.”

—

“General, you have to believe me, I can show you–”

“You’ve gone too far, Fives.”

“Stand down, soldier!”

“No, Fives!”

—

“General Ti,” he said. The general came to his side. “The-the doctor injected me with something… I-I don’t feel well.”

“I’m sure it was just to help you relax, Fives,” she smiled sympathetically. 

“No, no,” Fives shook his head. “It… doesn’t feel like last time. This one… this one’s gonna kill me. Please–”

“Fives, I do not understand–”

“I…can’t see’i- ‘nym–”

“Fives? Fives!”

—

“Fives, what are you doing in here?” Shaak Ti questioned, still in her meditation pose. “You are meant to be completing the tests necessary to put you back in the field.”

“General, when we were cadets, you helped me and Echo find our place in our squad. You did us a huge favor and I have just one more to ask of you before I’m sent away.”

He could see the skepticism in her eyes, but she nodded. “What can I do for you?” 

“I need to know something about you. Something you’ve never told anyone before– something that you’d need to investigate if someone said it back to you.”

“Fives–”

“I know, General. But please, once I go back to that testing room, I’ll either be sent to the front to die or I’ll have my memory wiped. Either way, I know too well that I’ll be a dead man.”

Fives could feel something touch his mind. He let his eyes close, allowing the Jedi to prod him for answers.

“Something small,” he pleaded quietly. “Just something that would tell you to talk to me.”

As the general’s touch eased from his mind and she simply searched him with her eyes, he began to lose hope.

“Apologies, General Ti,” he said finally. “I’ll leave you to your meditation.” He gave a slight bow and turned for the door.

“Fives,” her voice reached his ears right before he opened the door. “Nannariums.”

He turned to look at her, finding a soft confusion still covering her face, but her eyes were curious. 

“They are my favorite flower. No one else knows this.”

Relief stole over him. He nodded his thanks to her, then walked to his seemingly inevitable death.

—

“Perhaps it would be best if clone trooper Fives and I discussed this without your presence,” the Chancellor said, his smile warm and sickly sweet. Fives fought the urge to punch him.

“Chancellor, I must object,” General Ti scowled.

“Please, Master Jedi,” the Chancellor cooed. “Trust me. I will not be alone.”

Whatever that aiwha-bait doctor dosed him with was fogging his mind. 

“N-no,” he protested, instantly sure that this must have been the pivotal moment. This is where everything went wrong. “General, please. Don’t leave me alone with him,” he pleaded, stepping towards the kind Jedi. “He’s not the one at risk, General.”

The General startled. “Fives, what are you–”

“This is obviously the delusional ramblings of a defective clone,” Se protested.

“On the ship, on our way here,” Fives breathed, all too aware of the glare boring into him from the Kaminoan. “The doctor injected me wi-with something and I can’t… Please just stay with me.”

Shaak Ti’s eyes scrutinized him. 

“You can… you could see if something was affecting me, couldn’t you?” he said, his eyes searching hers as much as she searched his. “Making my head all foggy?”

“Master Jedi?” Palpatine probed. 

He could feel the general’s gentle touch at the back of his mind.

Fives tried to calm himself, pulling only one memory to his mind. Too many would confuse her–he found that out last time.

A quiet meditation room on Kamino. The quiet confusion and curiosity on her face.

Her own voice.

“Fives. Nannariums. They are my favorite flower. No one else knows this.”

Shaak Ti gasped quietly, her eyes going wide. She thought for a moment. “If it would be a comfort to this trooper, perhaps it would be better if I stay.”

“Thank you, general,” Fives sighed, relief flooding his body.

“Of course,” Palpatine said, his voice still that of a kind old man, but his expression soured as he looked at Fives. “All will stay present, but perhaps we should all just let the man speak.” He looked to the general and the doctor, who both gave a nod.

Fives’ teeth ground together. “Thank you, sir.”

“Please, Fives,” General Ti nodded. “Tell us what is going on.”

Fives could feel his hands shake, his focus solely on the General. “There is a plot against the Jedi, General. There is a Sith in this–” his eyes nervously turned towards the chancellor. “In the Senate. They’re controlling this war from both sides.”

“This is lunacy,” Nala Se muttered. “Chancellor, this clone has clearly gone mad without his chip. He must be–”

“Doctor, we all agreed to let Fives speak,” the general said, fixing her with a stern look.

“The chips have… orders written into them to kill the Jedi. We would be forced to obey the order without a second thought,” he said, determinedly continuing to speak over Nala Se’s renewed objections. “It isn’t supposed to happen until someone triggers it, but Tup’s malfunctioned and it caused him to execute the general.”

Shaak Ti’s face betrayed her whirlwind of emotions. 

“Master Jedi, I find I must agree with the good doctor,” Palpatine muttered. “This is obviously a very, very sick clone.”

“General, I swear on- on nannariums, I’m telling the truth,” Fives insisted.

“I am taking ARC Trooper Fives to the Jedi temple for evaluation,” the general said suddenly. “He has made many… disturbing claims, yet I can sense that he truly believes them.”

The chancellor stood aghast, stammering “But Master Ti, I believe–”

“I will bring him to plead his case before the Jedi High Council and our temple’s best mind healers,” she said, her voice exuding confidence. “I’m sure we can all say that we want what is best for the Republic, yes?”

“Well, of course–”

“And what is best for the Republic is to learn the origin of this clone’s… delusions.”

Shaak Ti ignored the protests from the doctor and chancellor as she pulled Fives from the room by the arm.

“Thank you for believing me, General,” he practically gushed. “I don’t know how to tha–”

Before he could finish, Shaak Ti spun on her heel, her saber hilt pressed to his chest. “How could you know that?” 

“G-general?”

“That is something I’ve not told even my dearest friends,” she elaborated. “Clones are force-null; you cannot have seen it in a vision, yet the memory felt real.”

Fives’ eyes darted around the room. It was empty except for them, but he couldn’t shake the feeling they were being watched.

“Take me to the Council, General,” he pressed. “Please.”

She fixed him with a hard look but placed her lightsaber back on her belt. “I will.” She turned back to continue.

He sighed. “Thank you, again, General. I’ve been–” 

She stopped, eyeing him over her shoulder. “Do not speak until we are before the council.”

He tensed and she looked away and sighed. “I have already been… biased, but the rest of the council must receive the full story.”

A chill ran down Fives’ spine. “Yes, General.”

He sat in silence as the transport took them to the temple. Over the last… oh maker, he’d lost count of how many times he’d been through this–this was the first time in a while he started to feel that tiny spark of hope deep in his chest–perhaps a little further down than where Fox had shot him about half of these days. If he thought about it too hard, he could feel that hole burning into his chest, he could hear Rex’s anguish. He’d do anything to stop that from happening again, to stop hearing that broken cry of his name spilling over his brother’s lips. If all of this was real and he was being given so many chances to get this all right, he’d do it for Rex, for Tup, and for all their brothers.

“Your thoughts are… quite loud,” the general hummed as they arrived at the temple, her eyes–filled with curiosity–meeting his for the first time since leaving the Senate building.

He felt his cheeks flush. “Oh! I’m sorry–” 

“No, no, it is alright,” she waved his concern off. “Perhaps I should not have been eavesdropping.”

“That’s okay,” he murmured. 

“While I find your… situation… to be perplexing, your dedication is commendable… and perhaps a bit inspiring,” she smiled as the doors to the transport closed behind them. 

“Uh, thank you, General.”

“Fives, you are aware that the things you have claimed are extremely unbelievable, yes?” she said as they entered the halls. Idly, Fives wondered how many clones had entered these halls before.

“Yes, sir,” he nodded, adding that “it was unbelievable to me too, the first dozen times” under his breath.

She took him directly to the High Council Chamber, telling him–and the pair of guards by the door–to “stay put. I mean it, Fives. Do not lose this opportunity” before entering the chambers.

He glanced at one of the guards. “I’m not going anywhere, but if I don’t move my legs right now I’m going to lose my mind.”

The guard didn’t answer save for a small nod. He thanked them and began pacing.

“You’re not the first to wear down the floor out here,” Plo Koon said, the chamber door closing behind him. He couldn’t be sure, but Fives was fairly certain he was smiling beneath that mask. “And I am certain you won’t be the last.’

“General Koon,” Fives chirped automatically, standing up at attention. 

“At ease, Trooper,” Koon answered. “If you are ready, the Council is ready to hear your story.”

Suddenly, the weight of everything happening to him seemed to hit him. Not just his own fate, but the fate of all of his brothers rested squarely on his shoulders. The fate of Tup’s honor sat there, as well. If he could prove that what happened with General Tiplar wasn’t Tup’s fault…

“Fives?” Shaak Ti whispered. He hadn’t noticed her come out. “Are you ready?”

Fives took a deep breath, squaring his shoulders.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, General.”

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[the-bi-space-ace]

I’ve Got You

Summary: in the safe room after half of their team was infected with a deadly drug Echo holds Rex through his final moments

This! I had something written with this exact same premise but then I remembered that I had the perfect opportunity for a dark AU of the Calling Me Home series. This is set in Chapter 11 of Keep These Shadows Out where instead of The 212th arriving in time and saving everyone Rex, unfortunately, doesn't make it.

Warnings: whump, Major Character Death, blood

Tagging people I think might want to read this one: @saturn-sends-hugs @phantom-of-the-501st @happybean17 @writingmonet

I apologize in advance for the tears :'(

“He’s so hot, Cody. Hunter can’t stop throwing up. He’s going to dehydrate. They both are.” Echo shut his eyes as Hunter started heaving again. He couldn’t listen to Hunter anymore, so ill he couldn’t sit up. And Rex, lax and shaking in his lap as the poison ripped apart his insides. Cody was watching him with big, sad eyes. Sadder than he’d ever seen before. “We need water. They need a medic. They need a medic now.” Their mission had gone to shit, regardless of if they finished it or not, and now it was like the world was caving in. Half of them were infected with the drug, painful symptoms ripping apart their bodies, while the other half tried to hold them together. The only solace they had was Cody’s strength. When it came to Cody he always thought the commander knew what to do, knew how to handle it. 

Until Echo’s world crumbled in a matter of minutes. 

The next time Rex coughed it felt like a bomb went off in his chest. He felt it, the gurgling noise practically shook Echo’s body. Something was wrong. So much worse than he thought. Rex was practically convulsing, chest stuttering as Echo held his brother in his lap.  

“Talk to me, Rex!” Echo yelled but the man didn’t seem to hear him. Echo felt along Rex’s neck for anything out of place, getting nothing but a minor stir that made his veins turn to ice. Echo’s eyes searched Rex’s for something, anything, finding frantic fear in place of typical confidence.  

Cody put a finger to his comm. “I need a back up! Now! Captain Rex is down, I repeat, captain Rex is down!” 

“We are still an hour out, commander.” Waxer’s voice was immediate, pained. 

An hour. Rex didn’t have an hour. They were lucky if they had ten minutes.

Rex’s body shook, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth, the smell drifting through the air and stinging Echo’s nose. Options flashed through his mind. He could leave, attempt to take a ship and fly them out of there, but they wouldn’t make it in time. The med kits were an option but they were all empty, used already to treat the infected troopers and now left barren. They were out of options. 

Echo tried to ignore the gasps for breath that Rex was taking in. The sounds only made his hand shake worse, his mind spiral. Instead he cuddled his brother closer, shutting his eyes when Rex flinched as if he’d been burned. 

“An hour. Only another hour - see!” Echo assured, squeezing Rex’s shoulder in comfort. “You just have to hang in there.” Rex was writhing. His body squirmed as if trying to get away, trying to wrench himself away from Echo’s touch. He didn’t want to hurt Rex, never wanted to hurt him. Tears filled the big, terrified eyes of his captain - his brother - and rolled down his cheeks. Rex opened his mouth but the wheezing breath he took made him cough, body contorting in pain while his lungs tried to expand. Echo couldn’t stop the fear from rising in his chest, choking him. He didn’t want Rex to hurt but the man was in shock, barely recognizing who was touching him to begin with. 

Fuck this drug and this fucking compound. 

They weren’t going to take Rex away from him. Not his big brother. Nobody was taking Rex from him. 

Echo bit his lip to keep from making a noise as he rested his cheek on Rex’s forehead, watching horror dawn on Cody’s face. Beyond him the rest of their team was watching - the batch, Obi-Wan - all of them silently pleading the same way Echo was. There was a shout from Rex that ended in a whimper, one that made Echo have to hold his breath not to react. His heart pounded as the writhing started to settle, at least for the moment. The warmth and safety of Echo’s body curled around him soothing his fever-addled mind. He cradled Rex to his chest, attempting to avoid upsetting him further. “Don’t worry. I’m here. You have nothing to worry about.” Rex let out a cough so wet, so soaked in blood, that Echo’s chest plate was splashed in red. 

He didn’t want to think about how Rex’s body was burning up, how easy he was to maneuver, how he hadn’t spoken in what felt like ages, how Cody’s eyes had grown glassy. Echo’s hand shook but he didn’t let it deter him from hugging his brother closer, rocking the man in his lap like he was a child and carding fingers over short buzzed hair. 

“Don’t move. The 212th will be here any second.” Echo put a hand to Rex’s chest. His heart sank, heavy with grief. His body was starting to still, breath coming out in panicked puffs, his fingers clawing at Echo’s arms to try and bring his only comfort as near as possible. Echo let him, allowing himself to be held tightly, hearing the desperate sobs that were now tearing apart Rex’s throat. They were losing him. He was confused, afraid, and they were his only safety. 

Rex wasn’t making it an hour. They’d be lucky if they got ten minutes. 

A wretched sob tore out of Rex’s chest and Echo nearly flinched. All he could do was curl protectively around the man in his lap and hope. Hope he was going to make it out of this alive.

“I - uh,” Tech had appeared by Cody’s shoulder, holding out a rag, a deep frown set into his face. “You should wipe his mouth. The blood…” Echo couldn’t move, didn’t want to untangle himself from the cocoon he’d formed. Instead Cody took it, sniffling as he dabbed the blood around Rex’s mouth. 

The door to their safe room opened then, Crosshair walking through it but pausing when he spotted the scene on the floor. His helmet was off the second Echo looked up at him, kneeling down next to them and casting wide eyes around the room. Hunter, Wrecker, and Obi-Wan were suffering in near silence, huddling as they took their symptoms as well as they could. 

A broken whimper eked out of Rex’s mouth and drew Echo’s attention again. He shushed Rex as he began drawing tiny patterns over his scalp in the way he knew the man loved. Gentle, sweet, soothing. At times it was the only thing that put Rex to sleep and he was hoping it brought enough comfort to distract from the pain that must be rippling through every bone in his body. 

Rex gasped, hands loosening their grip on his armor but desperately clawing to remain conscious. Echo squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the sting. Rex’s face had paled considerably, worsened by the red blood that covered his chin, stained his cheek. Wide, terrified eyes searched Echo’s face, settling when his thumb brushed against a blood spattered cheekbone. 

“It’s okay, Rex. I won’t leave you. You're not alone.” Echo’s voice broke and another whine came out of Rex’s mouth. “I love you so much. You hear me? I know you’re tired. I understand.” Tears rolled down Rex’s face and Echo brushed them away with his thumb, salty tears mixing with rusty blood. Rex’s eyelids drooped, body relaxing into Echo’s lap as life began to drain out of his face. “I know it hurts. You can let go. I’m right here. You’re safe with me.” Fuck, it hurt his chest to say it out loud. To grant permission, to give Rex what he needed to stop fighting. 

As a last goodbye, a little comfort to accompany Rex as he died, Echo leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He could remember all the times someone he loved had done this for him. Fives, when Echo had his first ever nightmare, writhing while his brain tortured him with images that plunged his body in ice. The gentleness of Fives’ voice had terrified him more than he’d expected but he’d relaxed when Fives kissed his forehead, fingers scratching his scalp to soothe away the pain. 

Months later he had been confined to a bed, terrified and delirious with fever as a disease tore apart his body, infected his muscles and left him gagging at the mere smell of food. He’d refused to stay in bed, actively endangering himself by trying to escape the medics who were trying to heal him. Echo hadn’t understood then. His fever brain didn’t remember who they were - despite the careful observation from Kix - and wanted out. It wasn't until Rex sat in the cot with him, brushing sweaty hair off of his sweat slick forehead and whispering gentle soothes while pressing a kiss to the skin that Echo calmed. He remembered what it felt like to be cared for and comforted. He remembered the love he’d been given. 

And this was his chance to give it himself. 

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Echo whispered against the skin, rocking carefully as the trembling calmed. The whines in his ear quieted to gasps and Echo had to hold his breath to keep from letting Rex see him grieve. 

The last breath took Echo by surprise. It was as if the world paused. The body in his arms stopped shaking, lungs stopped breathing, and Rex’s eyes stared at the ceiling, unblinking. He didn’t even recognize it for a split second, still holding his brother in his arms and not knowing that he was gone. Not until Cody dropped his head, breath punched out of him. That’s when Echo lifted his lips from Rex’s forehead and stared down at the now still face of his big brother. A man that protected him, guided him. A man he never thought he would lose. 

A sob tore through him before he could stop it, clutching Rex tightly to his chest in a desperate attempt to comfort himself. Hot tears slid down his cheeks while he begged, pleading for this to be a nightmare. This wasn’t real. Rex wasn’t gone. He couldn’t be. He can’t. 

No one dared to touch him, to try and pull him away. They left him to grieve, losing control on the floor of the safe room, silence only broken by his horrid cries. Control wasn’t possible, not now, not when he had Rex’s blood on his hands and his body in his lap, clutched to his chest.

His big brother was dead. 

[monako-jinn-stories]

It’s late, and I haven’t posted for a while, but happy pride month from me, you’re local Jinn, and Jawa Squad!🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🖤🩶🤍🤎

My personal identities include omnisexual and genderfluid!

I put each of my oc troopers from Jawa Squad’s flags on their respective helmets (bomber was killed before phase 2)

Flags in order,

Left side: Ally, Bisexual, Omnisexual

Right side: Aromantic-asexual, aromantic-asexual gay, gay

[vivaislenska]

Major TBB S3 Spoilers: CX-2 Theory

I was inspired by @apocalyp-tech-a to bring some of my lil list from Twitter to Tumblr too. There are so many hints about CX-2’s identity, that, at this point, it will just be cruel if it’s not him haha! Also, I’m bonkers and delusionally looking for any and all signs that Tech lives and that he will be reunited with his family … sheesh— tall order 😳

If you have evidence to the contrary, differing theories, or simply want to tell me how insane and obsessive I'm being, share it here! Also, if anyone thinks CX-2 has been cloned from Tech, please tell me that's possible. CX-2 is savage, and I don't want it to be him... but truly believe it is.

1. When CX-2 lands his ship on Teth, he looks like he's bouncing his heels in anticipation/nerves. ( à la Tech in 1x1 "Aftermath," in the Kamino brig) [3x6 "Infiltration"]

2. When CX-2 moves those boulders to egress the base on Teth, his strained noise of pain/exertion is the same sound in 2x2 "Ruins of War" when Tech tries to move the crate off his leg.

3. Which other Fett clone in the entire galaxy would state "They are both” like this?

4. CX-2 programmed his ship to do ... a Tech Turn (or a variation of it)? It’s noticeable in 3x11 when he’s about to load Omega onto his creepy red light district dagger-ship.

GIF link:

httpss://x.com/vivaislenska/status/1777454756245443057

5. Domicile. The man said domicile. Casually and with Tech’s same accent.

[cloneshipficquotes]

“Have you finished your staring?”

Jesse smirked. “Nope. But I would like your name.”

The medic answered with a sharp grin. He leaned forward, his elbow on Jesse’s bed and his chin propped up on his fist. “What makes you think you should have it?”

— eyayah_oya & Wooley Simp (orphan_account), from I never knew what I was missing

[edusolsa]

In DQ8 there is a Monster Arena side quest. It was kinda boring and too RNG dependant to me to be fun. I aproached the Dark Prince demo with caution, but go surprised on how much fun I was having the game. Yeah, the monster doesn't do exactly what I want all the time, but is limited just for the arenas and is much more managle with all the config options. I may try a challenge run of this game in the future with the flexibility for team customization it provides.

[lbibliophile-sw]

Missing you at my side

Also on AO3 @whumptober-archive - day 10: "you said you'd never leave" @clonefandomevents - Haunted Clones week - day 3: marching far away (but still beside me) @clonefandomevents - 501 Bingo: facing fears

When Fives looks over his shoulder and finds the space empty, he hurts twice.

First, because Echo is gone. A split-second wrong decision, a ruined helmet on blackened ground, and only one Domino returned from the mission.

Second, because Echo is gone. Brothers never truly leave — a whispered warning of danger in your ear, a comforting hand in the dark. Yet Fives is alone.

When Fives dies, looks over his shoulder and finds the space filled, he hurts three times:

Echo was gone. And Echo did not return. Because Echo is alive...

Meaning Fives is the one who abandoned him.

[dangraccoon]

Conspiracies

Day 28 ~ CCTV ~

Echo

Word Count: 1215 (heh, that's my birthday (which is the reason Fluke's number is that in reverse)) Content: conspiracy, reference to major character death because apparently I can't leave Fives' death alone, righteous anger, confrontation, sith magic (Fox), star wars sign language

Mando'a Guide: vode - brothers hut'uun - coward; worst possible insult to mandos osik'la - shitty sheb'palon - asshole dini'la jetii - insane jedi di'kut - idiot

Echo’s eyes turned glassy as he watched the footage. The audio was corrupted, but he could see his twin’s anguish, his fear- he could feel it in his own bones.

As Fox fired, Echo recoiled–as though he’d taken the hit himself–jerking his arm back, still stuck in the scomp port. 

He groaned, willing the scomp to twist and release him from the images being burned into his mind.

He’d been a fool. Rex told him everything he’d wanted to know about Fives’ death. He told him everything Fives said, everything he said. Every dismissal from his former general. That particular newfound blame and resentment would have to be left to simmer in his gut. He couldn’t confront a general. A commander, however…

Echo had collected himself quickly, rushing back to the officers’ barracks they’d housed him in, covering himself in the new armor he’d received. 

The walk wasn’t long, fortunately, but he struggled to push that horrid image from his mind.

“Fives, stay with me, Fives! Fives!”

“The mission… the nightmares… they’re finally over…”

“Fives? No, Fives… come on, Fives. Don’t go! Stay with me. Stay with me.”

He shuddered beneath the chill that rolled down the cybernetics that lined his back. He wasn’t sure he’d ever forget the haunted final words of his twin. 

The door to the Coruscant Guard office slid open, and the trooper currently condemned to front desk duty sat up, clearly confused by the sight before him. He seemed to be a shiny and looking up to see a brother, wrapped in burn scars, metal, and unique armor with a particularly pissed expression? Well, Echo couldn’t blame the slight panic he saw flash across his face.

“Where’s Fox?” he growled, all hints of calm or politeness eradicated from his voice.

The shiny pointed down a hallway. “His office,” he nearly whimpered. “Last door on the left.”

“Thanks,” he muttered as he stormed down the hall.

He didn’t bother knocking, scomp whirring the door open.

Fox sputtered, rising from his chair. “What the hell? Who the kriff are you?”

“Who the kriff are you to go around murdering your brothers?” Echo roared, closing the short distance between him and the commander.

Echo grabbed Fox’s chest plate, slamming him against the wall, his scomp pressing into his ribcage. “How many vode did you kill today? Does the number even matter to you?”

Fox’s scowl didn’t change. “You must be that ARC Cody told me about. Not surprised to see you here.” He tapped a button on his vambrace. “Call Captain Rex, 7567 from the 501st. Tell him to get his ass down here yesterday.”

Echo chuckled humorlessly. “What, are you gonna murder me in front of him just like you murdered Fi–”

“Fives didn’t give me a choice,” Fox said, his voice too calm, too even, despite the way his head seemed to jerk painfully. “He tried to assassinate the Chancellor–”

“He’d never do anything like that without a reason!” Echo snarled, throwing Fox to the ground. He was about to jump on him when a familiar voice stopped him. “Fives, no!”

“Echo, stand down!” Rex shouted as he pulled his brother away from the commander. Cody moved past to Fox as Echo struggled against his Captain.

“This hut’uun murdered Fives right in front of you!” Echo raged. 

Rex growled. “Echo–”

“I was following orders,” Fox spat. 

Cody sighed, “Fox, don’t–”

“That order was wrong and you know it! Fives needed help, not a kriffing blaster bolt to the chest!”

“That’s enough, Echo!” Rex screamed, finally wrestling his friend into a headlock until he stopped struggling. He dragged him out of the office into an interrogation room.

“Echo, you know it wasn’t his fault,” Rex panted. He ran a hand over his face. “The whole osik’la situation was kriffed from the beginning. He didn’t have a choice.”

“We always have a choice!” Echo cried. “I read the files on Umbara; I know Fives, Jesse, and Hardcase stood up to that shebs’palon sith wannabe. I know you did, too!”

“Umbara was different,” Rex sighed. 

“It proves–”

“Echo, stop.”

“–that if an order is morally corrupt–”

“I mean it, Echo.”

“–it shouldn’t be followed just because–”

Rex was on him in an instant, grabbing Echo by the collar. “I said stow it, trooper! Before I bust your ass back down to cadet.”

Echo’s words died in his throat, coating his tongue with a sour taste. He couldn’t think of a time he’d heard Rex more angry.

Rex took a deep breath, releasing his grasp. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, moving to lean against the table.

“Rex, I–”

“You know I’m not defending Fox, right?” Rex said, his eyes trained on the room across the hall. “Fives… he wasn’t himself. He should’ve known better than to pick up my pistol. I still don’t know why he did it.”

Echo closed his eyes. He could see the security cam footage behind his eyes–not that his neural interface would let him forget it. 

“You found the footage, didn’t you?” Rex asked, his voice softer.

Echo didn’t need to answer but he nodded anyway. 

“I know why you’re angry,” he continued. “I was angry for a while, too. We always expect to lose our brothers, but not at the hands of another one.”

Echo’s thoughts were back in the files from Umbara. 

“We all know what it’s like to receive orders we don’t agree with,” Rex said, his eyes finally landing on Echo’s face. “You should know that, too.”

Echo sighed. “I’m sorry, Rex.”

“I’m not the one you threw to the floor.”

“Right,” Echo said, turning towards the door.

“Maybe thank Cody while you’re at it; his soft spot for me is probably the only reason Fox didn’t put you on your ass.”

Echo knocked this time and waited for the door to slide open.

Cody let him in with a raised brow.

“Commander,” Echo started. “I acted without thinking. I’m sorry.”

To his surprise, Fox chuckled. “Yeah, you’re one of Rex’s alright.”

Echo’s brows shot up. “I– what?”

“Little Rexy here was a firebrand back in the day, too,” Fox smirked, nodding to the captain as he joined them. “Always jumping without looking. Why did you think he got stuck with Skywalker? That dini’la jetii is the only person in the galaxy crazier than this di’kut.”

“Guess that does make sense,” Echo hummed, lips pulling in a slight smirk. 

Fox sighed. “For what it’s worth, Echo, I– I didn’t… agree with the order. I thought it was extreme.”

Echo nodded. “Thank you, Commander.”

“I was–” Fox started, before stopping with a slight gasp and groan as he clutched the side of his head.

“Are you alright, Commander?” Echo asked, startling slightly as Cody placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head slightly.

“I’m– ugh, fine,” Fox growled, his eyes meeting Cody’s as his hands moved somewhat rapidly.

Cody sighed as he looked up at Echo’s confused expression. “He’s using Basic Sign Language. He said ‘I am silenced, but I’m so sorry.’”

Fox nodded as Echo looked at him, continuing to sign as Cody translated.

“‘You’re part of this now.’”

Fox gestured to Cody and Rex.

“Part of what?” Echo breathed.

Cody sighed as he translated again. “‘Your twin was right about the chips, and he’s alive.’”

Mando'a Guide: vode - brothers hut'uun - coward; worst possible insult to mandos osik'la - shitty sheb'palon - asshole dini'la jetii - insane jedi di'kut - idiot

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I'm trying to create a Clone pilot OC, and so I've been spending 30 minutes of my fucking life, reading how the hell the US military decides on what rank you need to be to be in charge of a Fighter Squadron, and I am so confused, there are too many options and I understand none of them.

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“Please, put it DOWN.” + Tup/Dogma >:D

Thank you for this excellent prompt from the angsty prompt list.

Warnings: Major character death, Early activation of order 66 :)

"Please, put it DOWN," the clone screams. "Please Tup, please!" he begs, voice cracking painfully in the middle and tattoo warping.

CT-5385 does not lower his blaster. The clone blocks the target but he can see the Togruta behind him. No matter, this close a body cannot stop a shot. He pulls the trigger.

Good soldiers follow orders.

[gijoe-forever]

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My Dystopian Star Wars AU: The Summary

it's about time I posted this

I'm gonna try to make this as brief and understandable as I can. But ofc, if anyone interested has any questions or is confused about something, by all means feel free to comment/dm your questions and I'll be more than happy to answer them with more depth. So let's get started below the cut and warning, IT'S A LOT

To start off, I do not have an official name for this AU, so we'll stick with Dystopian AU till I can come up with something (feel free to suggest stuff based on the summary).

So the overall plot is overthrowing a corrupt leadership and his government. That leadership being Providence. Formerly known as Artemus. Providence started out as a mortal elf many, many thousands of years ago. He was once a Jedi, actually. Trained by Master Mercury, the Universal God of Time, Providence was taught many secrets of the cosmos. Mercury's goal was to train Providence to be one of his successors.

However, with such an open mind to the world and it's ways, Providence began realizing just how much bad was in the world. He grew to despise this, even moreso at the lack of aid the gods were providing to their people. Providence hated the cruelty, the lack of fairness. The only one capable of understanding and listening to him was Captain Rex.

Rex had been Providence's closest friend during his time as a Jedi. But as time went on, and as Providence's anger grew, so did Rex's perspective. The clone captain was taking more and more notice of Providence's anger, watching him turn to the Dark Side. Concerned for his friend, Rex eventually approaches Providence about this, which then leads to an intense argument, and a verbal ending of friendship. Ashamed, enraged, and hurt, Providence reaches his breaking point. Providence goes off on a violent spree, slaughtering the gods he deemed horrible. After knowing them for so long, he's learned their weaknesses, and knows what can kill such gods. Mercury, distressed that his apprentice has turned, tries to reason with Providence. But fails, and ends up getting slaughtered himself.

Providence found no use in obtaining the other gods' powers, but Mercury's could allow him to do so much more. He knew of his old master's history, and therefore knew he was not only the God of Time, but also Reality. Seizing this opportunity, Providence takes Mercury's place as the new God of Time and Reality, and thus bends his world to his whim.

Providence desperately tries with many attempts to recreate the world he once had, but a better one. One with less corruption, and more importantly, one where he keeps his friend, Rex. To his disappointment and confusion, each reality Providence creates, has to be violently purged and discarded because every single Rex always ends up remembering what had happened. Their argument, and brings it up. Providence cannot figure out what he's doing wrong. Why Rex is always remembering, not only their argument, but each time Providence purges a reality. Each gruesome death Providence puts him through.

But as far as the story, it centers around ARC Trooper Fives. Or, former ARC Trooper Fives. Fives is one of the citizens living within the capital city of this unnamed world/galaxy/maybe even universe. Unfortunately for him, the city is old, falling apart, and rundown. Everything is in horrible quality. And it's hard to really afford anything because the jobs that exist don't have enough funds/supplies to pay it's workers much. So Fives, his brothers Kix and Jesse, try their best to survive within the slums.

Fives's associate, Echo, lives a much different life. Echo serves as one of the court guards within the city and sometimes the capital palace as well. Echo takes his job seriously, even if it means having to beat down a few citizens and fellow clones, who couldn't make it nor were deemed important enough to make higher positions. Still, after having to deal with Fives and how smart mouthed behavior, he's grown just a tad soft to them. He'll sometimes help Fives out and fetch some proper meds for them, or food, anything they really need at the moment.

Then there is Adam, Providence's second in command and advisor. Adam was created by Providence to help him try to figure out what is making Rex remember the things he isn't supposed to with each reality. Adam, working hard as the chief scientist as well, tries his very best to please his Superior. He also acts as Omega's mentor. Omega is Providence's "adoptive" daughter and was given the title of Princess. As a sign of good favor, Providence even granted the young girl Force sensitivity.

Eventually, after years of oppression, manipulation, and injustice, all 3 of the clones group together and form their own rebellion. They have to work hard though, and in secret, for Providence has his ways of finding things out, and keeping his eyes on the people. After just several months of carefully formulating plans, they're suddenly found out.

Throughout his spare time, Adam had secretly been experimenting on his own project. Adam is in awe with the idea of interdimensional travel, and figures his personal ship makes a good test subject. So, for years he's studied and studied. Tested and tested. Failed and failed. But in a desperate attempt to flee their pursuers, Adam tries to get his personal ship's dimensional navigator up and running. The first few tries are a fail, granted they're currently being chased and Echo's having to fly the ship.

Miraculously, Fives fixes the error and thus helps the crew successfully escape Providence's efforts. To their luck, they land in another dimension, one similar to the one Providence grew up in. But not only is the crew faced with the problem of Providence hunting them, but so is this alternate world. Knowing that Providence would tear this world to shreds, they team up who they believe to be their best option of allies; Artemus, Rex, and Mercury.

Omg that was so much I'm so sorry