#Obi-Wan Kenobi/212th attack battallion

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Medical trance, hummm?

Synopsis: Obi-Wan Kenobi is asked by the medic of the Ghost Battalion to come to his office.

Confused, Obi is flustered when he learns that Regret has heard of what the general does with some of the other clones, and wants to make sure there is no long-lasting impact, especially mentally.

Unfortunately, or fortunately if you ask the Jedi, he seems to have the same effect on Regret than he does on any other of his men, and Obi-wan is nothing but thorough in making sure the soldiers under his care can live their fantasies.

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Star Wars belongs to disney, I claim credit for nothing but Regret.

Author's note: NOTHING about the writing of this fic was purposeful. I wanted to read some force-sensitive clone fics, and then it evolved to Jango/Obi-Wan, which made me learn of the Stejowni fanon, and then I ended up in the 212th/Obi-Wan corner of Star Wars shipping. Oh well.

There were quite a few mind-control/drugged sex/biological submissiveness in the munch. Read quite a few. Liked most of them. I did think that I wouldn’t mind a story where Obi consented before being put in a hazy headspace to be pampered by the clones, won’t lie. So, such a series came to my mind (my first NSFW stuff on Ao3, once I decided to actually write it. I’m baffled). ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But, because my mind apparently hates me, even if I wanted to start with sexless hypno-stories of pure pampering, he brought back some Venom/Eddie/Anne/Dan fics I’ve read, and there are quite the medical kinks fics in the Venom fandom. And so, this story came about when I actually tried to write for this AU of mine.

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When Obi-Wan received an email from Regret about him booking an appointment with his general, he wasn’t quite certain what it was about, as Master Che is every Jedi Commander’s regular doctor.

Even now that he is in the Negotiator’s medical bay, he has no idea why the medic of the Ghost Division is flashing a torch in his eyes and demanding a brain scan. Behind the helmet, the doctor must realize his general has no idea why anything is happening, so he lets an audible gasp as his shoulders slump.

“General… You know the men like to talk.” ���I follow the sleep recommendations!” Obi-wan blurts.

“No you don’t if you think that’s why you were summoned here, Sir.” Is the blunt answer to his outburst. Regret lets another sigh escape his lips. Obi-Wan must admit, he doesn’t know the medics of the 212th as much as the clones occupying some other positions, but he really did not think Regret was the kind to easily show annoyance. Cody, Gregor and Boil rather portrayed him as a cold man who didn’t squirm, no matter what he saw, and was always filled to the brim with melancholy.

Maybe the melancholy they referred to shows itself as Regret always sounding tired? If so, Obi-Wan makes a mental note to book the medic an appointment with a mind healer. “I’m talking about you. Your. Hummm…” Despite the helmet, Obi-Wan doesn’t even need the force to feel the discomfort of the trooper.

That’s when it hit him. “Oh! You mean the fact that I let the men have their way with me! Don’t worry about it, Regret, they are very gentle!” Maybe too much, Kenobi thinks for a fleeting moment. Several of them seem to adore treating him like his body is a temple, giving him only whispers of the touch of their lips on his flesh, trying to avoid any blemish on his skin. Except Cody and Crys. Those two really treat Obi-Wan like he wants it.

“Yeah...” The poor medic’s emotions are filling the sterile room with more than mere prudishness. “Are you… Uncomfortable with the fact that I have intercourses with my men?” Obi-Wan really hopes it’s not this. Most men in the 212th love their Jedi, and he loves them in return. It is hard to fight with many men on the battlefield, live with them between battles, feel their emotions at all times and not feel like there is a connection transcending all description forming. Of course, some of the men only like women. Some have crushes on other clones and don’t care much about Kenobi’s ginger locks and soft demeanor. Obi-Wan will accept whatever his men want their individual dynamics to be.

“I… Don’t like to think about any intercourse, Sir. but I am worried about your mental state. Especially since…”

Obi-Wan blushes. “Oh yes. I suppose the men do share everything.” Even with the even-sided cross, apparently a symbol of health professional in some cultures, covering his helmet, Obi-Wan feels like Regret is about to kill him by strength of will alone when he pines his nat-born commander on the bed, holding both of Obi-Wan’s wrist with one gloved hand.

“Yes. We share everything, and I do not like that our Commander uses his Jedi magic to turn himself into a dumb slut for the men. So, if you want us to boss you around so much, let me get a scan of your brain to see if there are no side-effects, General.” The harsh words have an unfortunate effect on Obi-Wan’s mind, and he refrains a Yes, Sir while gulping.

“O-Of course! If I became a liability, all the Vod’e will be in danger, I’m sorry I did not think of any of the potential consequences.” Well, he did think of some. And others, Cody thought of them for him. “I doubt any of the men thought much of it either,” Regret growls “not when they were too preoccupied by the idea of their pretty General on his knees, thinking only of servicing the men he is supposed to command.”

Despite the jedi robes, it is obvious his words have an effect on Kenobi. Discomfort shines in the Force. “I am sorry.” Obi-Wan whispers. Regret releases him and stands tall and proud. “Don’t be. I was asked so many questions, saw so many things. Did you know some of the men find the idea of physical check-ups arousing? Kaminoans didn’t know how to take it, but because no nat-born was ever supposed to be in our medical wings, our tents, they presumed it was unnecessary to decommission good soldiers over it.”

If the mention of the fate of some of the men, dead for things outside of their control before they could see the world outside of the cloning facilities, is there to cut through Obi-Wan’s arousal, it works. Mentioning the men’s interest in physical tests did not. He remains pensive as he lets Regret do his job, putting complex machinery around the Jedi’s head.

After a while, Regret’s scientific curiosity seems to win over his disgust over the subject of the relation between the men and their general. Or maybe he just wants to be thorough. Hard to say, even with the Force.

“So, how did.. that even happened, the first time?” Obi-Wan is, he admits it freely, a bit shameless. “Well, Longshot was too disgusted by his lighting scars to believe me when I said I still wanted him. And I was really annoyed that he did not believe me. I know, it was neither proper of a superior officer to presume what was okay or not in a relationship with a soldier who was just out of medical leave, and the Jedis are supposed to let go of any negative feeling in the Force.”

Seeing that Regret is focusing on him and making certain, what exactly? That Obi-Wan doesn’t accidentally put himself under just thinking about it? In any case, seeing that he has the undivided attention of his interlocutor, the general continues. “I really wanted to find a way to get in a situation where he wouldn’t doubt my words or my interest. I wondered if I could use some form of Force persuasion to get in a state where I only could say the truth, and, uhm. Longshot found me in his room, on my knees, naked, and drooling while awaiting the one I called love.”

Before Regret can say anything, Obi-Wan rushes, his hands making wild movements: “But he did nothing!!!” Seeing the head tilt of confusion on the doctor, he continues more slowly. “Instead, he called for Cody, who slowly got me out of it by making me focus on things that weren’t Longshot, and also. Well, when he realized I was being more blunt than usual.” Cody had called it being more honest, but Obi-Wan likes to think of himself as an honest man, so he ignores it. “He tried to make me confess some habits I did not want to share and secrets I would not tell even him. It was… Not the best plan, but it did make me resist the urge to obey and answer.”

He notices that the clone has started to write down on his datapad. I am putting my up-most in patient-doctor confidentiality, Sir. Even Cody will not be able to force anything out of me if you don’t explicitly give your permission.” “I trusted you to do so, do not worry. I am just confused by what interest this has from a medical stand-point?”

Regret’s face turns so fast towards him the Jedi almost gets whiplash. “Oh. I did not expect you to question it. Most Troopers would prefer to have no idea what we write down and don’t say. If there is a risk of decommission or long-lasting injury, we tell them at once. The rest of the time, they do not wish to know.”

“And I need to get an idea of what could trigger such a state, who should be called if there is a doubt, if anyone can force you to do something under his spell. Imagine a brother pretending he wants you under for sexual purposes but actually gets you to reveal high-level secrets because he defected and is spying?”

“Cody already worried about it, my dear, and tested me under to make sure there is nothing I can be forced to do. From his result, there are no security breaches coming from this side. Even he can’t force me to do anything. It is entirely based on what I am ready to do and accept, and I stand by my oath of secrecy regarding information and their circulation.”

Kenobi can tell in the Force and the way regret’s shoulders soften a bit he is taking a weight away from the clone. “Some of your brothers made it look like they could make me do anything, didn’t they?” Obi-Wan chuckles. “Crys swears he can use a word you agreed on to make you believe you are a droid he created.” “Well, yes, actually.” Obi-Wan looks at his feet, his face probably redder than a Criss’s eyes. “But I can resist it if I feel it is inappropriate to the current situation, and I alone can turn a word into a trigger, and allow only a few men I have the out-most trust in to have such power over me, even if more limited than some might make you believe.” He tries to show a gentle smile to the Ghost bataillon’s medic.

Regret is furiously typing on his pad as new light shines on previous declarations his brothers made. “I do think you trust us too much, General, and yet admit that is more than I was hoping you would share. Thank you. Now, I ran multiple tests, please keep the head unmoving next time, thank you very much, and there doesn’t seem to be any physical trace of what you’ve done to yourself, even if I can’t promise the Masters in charge of you back on Coruscant won’t be able to detect something, if you used the force to put triggers in your mind.”

“I feel a But in the Force.” Obi-Wan jokes. He thinks he sees where this is going. Regret is not producing the same type of attraction as most individuals do, but there is still something similar to intrigue coming off him, and such a thorough man will want to observe what Obi-Wan’s brain is doing while under, he can suspect it without using his abilities. He shudders a bit.

“Kriff. Well, only if you want, but.” Regret takes a big exhalation. “I do want to see what it is like when you are affected.” “Of course!!!” Kenobi tries to not sound too interested and knows he failed miserably. “Do you have any idea about what you will make me do, or will you just see my brain? Consent is key in everything, I think you knows it more than almost anyone else on this ship”

Even if too forward, his words do make Regret pause in apparent contemplation. “Well, you see… I have only unruly patients…” The Jedi lets the trooper pick his words carefully. He might have a small weakness, oh who he is kidding, he would die for his men and also the ones who aren’t without a second thought, when it comes to the clones, he does deserve his reputation as a diplomat.

“And I never got to put my practice on a nat-born.” “So, just a regular check-up while I don’t really think, then?” Kenobi muses. He must admit, given the creativity some of the men come up with when it comes to fantasies, he expected more. But he really needs to stop thinking such lewd thoughts about uninterested men, even in his mind.

“Well, if you let yourself be handled like you were a marionette, just doing what I tell you to without thinking, letting me touch you in any way I want, following the doctor’s orders because a good patient just does what his medic tells him to do, no questions asked.”

That is… getting Obi-Wan more hot and bothered than he feels he should. But also, he did much worse with Quinlan. He croaks: “Want to have.. humph… control after one.. huh… too many unruly patients?”

The covered face simply stares at him, not allowing the Jedi to know if Regret is looking at him with shame, annoyance or confusion. Regret’s presence in the force is surprisingly light. “The men know better than to make a fuss, General. You know, the Kaminoans.”

“OH DEAR! Regret, I’m sorry, I did not..” “Yeah, yeah. You’re trying more than most nat-borns, General, but even you sometimes project your own experience on us when you really shouldn’t. I know, the men talk a lot, as you said. So, when you are ready, General.”

Kenobi bites his cheek to not say “Please, call me Obi-Wan.” This is about a medical examination, and he suspects Regret respects rules such as avoiding closeness to the patient.

“Well, I’m doing it now. At your machine, Doc.” He tries to snark before applying a light pressure on his mind with the Force. With all the times he did it in the last month and a half, it is very easy to lose himself near-instantly in the gentle haze, the whispers of “no worry” “no thoughts” “gentle, soft, pliant” and his favorite “obey obey obey”.

His vision is blurring at the edges, but he sees Regret typing on his datapad, apparently interested by the readings. The quick pacing of the clone fingers on the screen doesn’t help Obi-Wan to go quicker into trance like Gearshift’s singing or Eyeball’s rhythmic way of touching the screen. He changed his datapad so that any finger typing makes the same sound as if a physical button, so calming.

Wait. Obi-Wan was to focus for just a little longer. He has to follow Regret. No. it should be the Doctor. A little force persuasion towards the language part of his brain, and he knows Doctor isn’t called Doctor, but hard as he tries, every time he looks at Doctor, he thinks “Doctor.” It escapes him as a moan, but he is deep enough he doesn’t feel the slight bit of shame.

Needs to follow the Doctor’s orders. He is Patient, and a patient follows his Doctor’s orders. He pushes with the most strength he is still able to muster this idea to himself: Patients follow Doctors’ orders, and they don’t think.

Follow Doctor Orders and don’t think.

Follow Doctors Orders and don’t think.

Follow doctor.. orders… Don’t… Think…

Patient feels his mouth gapes.

Doctor makes a sound, and the patient turns towards him. 

“That is very interesting, Obi-Wan. I saw your brain go through several stages of lower activity. I am not wrong when I say you can’t think right no, am I?”

He thinks the Doctor is talking to him. Thinking is hard… Doctor asks if he thinks, right? “Struggling… to… think… Doctor….” He isn’t sure if the Doctor understood, but he can’t bring himself to do more than spell each word one at a time.

“It’s okay.” Someone, the Doctor maybe, is rubbing his back. Everything is a blur, his senses turned off because that wasn’t asked of him. “I don’t need you to think for now. Good Patient.” “Follow… Doctor… Orders…”

A giggle. “Oh, that’s nice. I see why the rest of the men like to see you so much like this. So free of worry, so true in your wish to please.” He feels a gloved hand giving him scratches under the chin. 

“I am about to take your robes and shirt off. Do you mind? You can simply nod your head, if words are too complicated.

A slight negative. It’s fine. Whatever is best, according to the Doctor.

“Okay? And? General Kenobi.” Patient lets out a little whine. Doctor is confusing.

“Look at me, please.” The phrase is said in a low tone, a tone of command. As arousal reaches some corner of the Patient’s mind, it’s like the whole world is clear now. Doctor is shining a torch in his eyes. “Thank you. Now, let me see what your brain looks like when I order you.”

Despite the words, Doctor leaves. Had his arms not feel like they belong to a different person, he would have tried to grab the armor of his Doctor.

“Raise your left arm, put it in my direction.” Doctor says behind a screen. Patient’s arm is holding out in mid-air before he can think about it. “Arm down. Do you ever feel the movement of your arm?”

The Patient makes a little no with his head. “Fascinating. There is barely any activity in your mind. Based on what I’ve heard of the force, this is much stronger than a normal force persuasion. Well, I suppose we will talk about it when you are more… awake. Anyway, I will take your pressure. Arm up again.”

The patient sees that a pump is on his arm and inflating, but he can’t feel it. When the Doctor checks the other arm, he doesn’t either. And still not when Doctor checks his pressure on the left arm again. Doctor then listens to his patient’s heartbeat. With his ears.

Under the helmet, Doctor’s hair is messy. Patient isn’t sure where that thought came from. He should be focusing on something, he supposes. Doctor is taking his blood.

“Did you feel anything?” No. “Really, that Force oshik is really strong.” The Patient isn’t sure if he was supposed to answer, so he doesn’t.

The Doctor puts away the machinery near his Patient’s head and orders him to lay low on the examination table. He takes away his gloves and starts rubbing the Patient’s chest. Little moans escape Patient’s lips. “That’s a Good patient you are, Obi-Wan.” Doctor whispers. “But I want you to be louder. Can you turn your entire body into an egregious zone for me?” Loud gasps start to feel the room, and Doctor grabs his Patient’s chin and starts rubbing his thumb over the Patient’s lips. “Such soft skin. You are very beautiful, you know.” Patient try to speak up, but Doctor takes it as an invitation to put his thumb inside the Patient’s lips.

A reflex makes Patient start to suck the unexpected visitor. Over him, the deep brown eyes of the clone are focusing on every detail. Patient has a slight urge to reach those beautiful lips, but the other hand starts to play with his nipples, and he loses all the concentration he had, almost biting the thumb in his mouth.

Doctor makes Patient sit, and tilt his head again and again. “Fuck! You’re so obedient! General, I know you probably won’t like it, but I need you to respond with a full phrase: do you have some clothes I could put you in? To make you really pretty?”

Being forced to think a bit, to look in the memories buried under a layer of Force persuasion, a habit he took due to the wide array of fictional situations and backstories some of the troopers give him, makes Obi-Wan come out a bit to the front of Patient’s mind.

“Yeah.. Yes... The men have made a whole room they filled together.. Accessories, costumes, even some stage sets for the most creative ones... So I would fit their fantasies.” A low rumble comes from Doctor’s throat.

“Ours. You are as much ours as we are yours.” “Yes, Doctor, Yes. Yours. The clones’.”

“I have one last thing for you to do.” Patient pick up. “I see how aroused you are, even if I’m not sure you realized.” Him, aroused? He looks at his pants and sees it. “Oh.”

“Yes. So, as your doctor, I need you to come, and then release yourself from this trance. You were perfect, General.” The praise combined with the order, drives Patient over the edge.

“Well, hello there.” Obi-Wan says. “You were more respectful than I expected. I was all yours.” “As I said, General, I do not find much interest in the flesh. But you were really pretty. I ain’t wrong you were sometimes just asked to go on a date with the men?”

Kenobi smiles. “Indeed. And there is no need for me to be under. As long as the men accept that I am not theirs alone, they are always welcomed to join our, well, it’s not such a small group anymore.” He laughs.

Regret responds in kind. “I hear you, General. Perhaps I’ll take your offer, but now, I need to write down some notes while the memories are still fresh.” He gives the Jedi a paper towel. “Now clean yourself, please.”

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Sas Vom ~Star Wars OC

So I’d like to thank @/queen-breha-organa for this really cool pdf form that looks like a wookiepedia page, and it forced me to be really concise in how I described Sas. I say compact because I have at least three, one specifically that breaks her story down by important years and people in her life, but since I’m constantly editing as I develop her- that is a major work in progress and it contains big spoilers for what I have planned for White Lie. I debated for a while on what picture to use for headshot, because technically my faceclaim is Zoe Saldana as Gamora, but if we’re talking specifically Clone Wars then I tend to use the Gamora model from Tell Tale’s Guardian of Galaxy game. But I’ll have several images linked down below. I’ll also have a few more descriptors down below, they’ll either be with pictures or marked with a ** to show that it was information I could not fit in the pdf.Theres so much more that I could write, but I think this gives the best overview, of the important things I’ve settled on after taking a year to develop her. If the picture is hard to read, I have it all laid out under the read more line.

So thank you, Ivy for sharing this wonderful form- I don’t know if you’ll ever see this because of how you said to tag you, but if you do, Thanks again!

Sas Vom

Quote: "You call yourself peace keepers, but what about for the people who have never known peace? What about them? Do you keep peace from them? Sometimes keeping peace means upsetting the balance  so that everyone can actually know peace."

- Sas Vom to Obi-Wan Kenobi

Biographical Information:

Homeworld: Zolan

Born: 52 BBY Died: 27 BBY

Physical Description:

Species: Clawdite/ Pantoran

Gender: Female

Height: 5′5

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Skin Color: Green

**Tattoos: Painted on, yellow crescents above her eyes and a broken crescent below her eyes under her cheeks. Sometimes they look more like petals if she's in a hurry to paint them on, or she might not have them at all

Portrait done by @emptyspace008 Once again thank you so much friend! She looks amazing in your style!

Chronological and Political Affiliations:

⦁Clawdite Rebel movement

     ⦁ Scout and supply runner

⦁Unarri Crime Syndicate

     ⦁ Sniper and advisor

     ⦁ Later is responsible for its collapse

⦁Hondo’s pirate crew

     ⦁ Advisor and smuggler

⦁Blaster Babes

     ⦁ Founder

⦁Clawdite Alliance

     ⦁Smuggler

⦁Confederacy of Independent Systems

     ⦁ Spy for Ventress ⦁ Grand Army of the Republic      ⦁ 212th Attack Battalion recon consultant ⦁Alliance to Restore the Republic

Summary: Sas Vom is a Clawdite and Pantorian woman that often planet hops between Zolan, Pantora, and Christophsis, to intercept cargo ships carrying food, and medical supplies. She doesn't consider herself a pirate, despite many others calling her one, as she rarely keeps the stolen cargo for herself.  She considers herself a rebel and a smuggler on her home planet of Zolan, but has also worked with and trained under Bounty Hunter Zam Wessel, and Pirate Lassa Rhayme. Her ventures would eventually have her and Her sister Crix in the custody of Asajj Ventress who then forced her to spy and report on the 212th Attack Battallion and 501st Legion during the battle for Christophsis.  After revealing herself, and convincing the two jedi generals to retrieve her sister and while searching for Jaba's son she would go on to be contracted as a reconnaissance specialist for the 212th. She served for the duration of the war and became very close to Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi who she later went into exile with after the fall of the republic. 

Personality and Traits: Sas has a strong sense of justice and is self motivated and rarely needs prompting to take action if someone is in trouble. Some can consider her reckless, as she relies heavily on her abilities to get her out of tough situations. She prefers to call herself confident. She tries not to bring other people into her issues and problems, nor wants people doing fighting on her behalf. Some might say Sas is rather playful, even in stressful situations and she does value a good sense of humor and a level head at those times. She can be incredibly stubborn and self sacrificing without intending to.

Face claim from Gamora in TellTale’s Guardians of the Galaxy

Powers, Skills and Abilities:

Shape Shifting: Like many of her people have the ability to change their appearance at will. With much discipline and training, Sas can make herself appear like any person she comes across from memory. Though this ability is useful it does cause her excruciating pain over time. However she it does not deter her from using her abilities.

Marksman: Over the years Sas has built quite the reputation as a sniper.  Though she rarely misses a shot she often chooses not to kill her targets and aims to disorientate

Swordsman: After collapsing the Unarri Crime Syndicate, Sas trained under Lassa Rhayme as a swordsman, though did not fully hone her skills until the Clone Wars

Equipment:

Collapsible Long Rifle: A blaster she inherited from her father, Zam helped her modify the weapon so that it would be easier to conceal and transport. For many years, this was her weapon of choice as she disliked physical confrontations

Holo adjuster : A small device that projects a holo around the user to give the illusion of changing height or adding mass to the shape shifter.

Phrik sword: Acquired during the clone wars, to defend against sith lightsabers

Picture was done by @inky-axolotl​ Dude This is literally my phone wallpaper I can’t get over how cute this is. They have my whole heart and just the little hand hold gets me every time.

Relationships: **Because I could not list her relationship with individual characters, this is just generally how she interacts with people important to her. I might make something that outlines her relationships with people on an individual level at a later time.

Due to her charismatic nature, Sas tends to draw people to herself. She is very close and affectionate with her family and friends. Her relationships with her family and friends. Though she has pursued romantic relationships in the past they often fall second to her duties as smuggler for the Clawdite Alliance. **The most important person in her life is her little sister Crix. She is the most protective of her and would go to any length to protect her sister. As stated she is very affectionate with her friends, this goes for Jankari Ismaren, and Pyrrha Eskel, the other two members of the Blaster Babes, as well. The three women grew very close over the years leading up to the clone wars, and often consider each other sisters as well. During the Clone Wars this bond was tested as the four women were pulled into different directions during the war: Sas consulting for the 212th, Crix studying and writing legislation with Padme’s guidance, Pyrrha trained Clones on Kamino, Jankari continued Bounty Hunting. Because of her work with the 212th Sas naturally grew close to jedi general Obi-Wan Kenobi as well as the troops in her charge. Her relationship with Cody was very rough in the beginning due to the circumstances of their meeting, but over time, and after a few daring rescues the two became good friends and a very competent command team under Obi-Wan. Sas’ relationship with the jedi has been questioned over the years that she’s known him. Though they also had rocky first meeting, after helping to recover stolen weapons, giving tips on how to track Senator Amidala’s true attacker, and surviving the first Battle of Geonosis together, he was glad to bring her into his command team for the duration of the Clone Wars. Over the course of the three years the two became very close friends, and eventually- though hesitantly- chose to have a romantic relationship. Their relationship is built on a mutual trust and understanding of what their duties require of them during and after the war.

And thats all for now. If you’ve found yourself interested in this character, I highly encourage you to take a look a the fanfics I have posted on my account, they’re all pinned to the top. Questions and feedback are always appreciated. As always thanks for reading!

[icouldntfinditsoiwroteit]

What if the clones changed places with diferent battalions because of The Force shenanigans for one week?

501:

Rex: He gets sent to the 187th battalion of Mace Windu, he proceeds to have almos two heart attacks per day with Hardcase causing his usual caos, when he is not trying to prevent Harcase from painting Mace Windu’s robes blue he is chating with Ponds and taking any moment to try a recover their lost time and of course bitch about their Generals (I headcanon that Mace is just as much of a disasters as other Jedis, the diference is that he can hide it.)

Dogma: He gets sent to the Wolfpack battalion of Plo Koon, Dogma is almost shocked to death by how Plo Koon treats him and the other clones that where sent to his battalion, Plo Koon helps him understand that following orders without thinking about them is not the best thing to do, he surprisingly gets along with Comet and alongside with the CG commanders is babied and almost adopted by Plo Koon, when he learned about what the CG go trough he finally learned that people need to earn your loyallty and has sworn to do anything to help his brothers, no matter where they are from.

Tup: He gets sent to the Coruscant Guard, Tup sticks t Fives even more than before since they are in a unkown place for him, he also  tries to keep Fives from causing any more trouble and animosity between the CG and the 501th battalion than there already is, being court martialed because of painting Commander Cody’s armor pink, and of course half of the CG want to keep him when they see the cinamon roll that he is and how tired he ends because of Fives.

Fives: He gets sent to the Coruscant Guard, he is constantly stoped by Tup from doing almost anything fun, he gets along with Hound like there is no tomorrow, probably since Grizzer loves Fives and Fives isn’t scared of him, whne Fives is with Tup he has to basically prevent him form being kidnaped by half of the CG. “He Tup where are you going? Oh, I’m going to see what Spot wanted to show me earlier today.(Fives notices the badly hidden ropes of Spot) No your not(Fives picks Tup like a sack of potaoes) Fives what the kriff!, Tup is MY VOD and you can’t keep him!!!(Fives yells while being chased by Spot and other troopers)”

Echo: He gets sent to the 212th battalion of Obi Wan Kenobi, Echo isn’t that out of it in the 212th battalion since he and Fives where deployed with them a few times already, but he is going to lose it if he has to prevent someone being murdered by Sinker because they mocked his battallions name one more time or howled when he walked in. He has also learned that no matter where he goes a brother will take Five’s place and in this case Thorn is that brother.

Hardcase: He gets sent to the 187th battalion of Mace Windu, Hardcase decides to see how fast he can cause Rex to grow grey hairs and Ponds is a plus, especially since this is Mace Windu’s battalion, although poor Rex and Ponds have no idea that Mace is on it. “Hey Hardcase, whats that you’ve got?(Rex asks seing the suspicious bag Hardcase is carying) Coffe grains!!(Hardcase answeres befoere runnig of while munching some of them) Nooo!!!(Rex remembering what happened last time Hardcase had one caf runs after him, willing to stun him and ignoring the rest of the men in the room laughing.) (In the mean time Mace is hiding his amused laugh after he gave Harcase the coffe grains.)”

212:

Cody: He gets sent to the Coruscant Guard, Cody takes the time he has and sleeps like he has never slept before, at the start he helped Fives to keep the CG from stealing Tup, since he knows how it feels that the CG is trying to steal one of his shiny vod, after Fives tried to paint his armor pink, he stoped and decided to enjoy Five’s suffering.

Longshot: He gets sent to the 501th battalion of Anakin Skywalker, Longshot and Jesse are Kix’s new nightmare, since they also decided that making Wolfee’s comn to howl like a wolf.

Boil: He gets sen to the Wolfpack battalion of Plo Koon, Boil wonders if the universe entertaines itself with his suffering, because from all the vod he had to love it had to be Waxer and from all the existing battalions they could magically apear on it was Plo “I adopt any living creature that barely breathes in my direction” Koon, although he isn’t as against at the idea of finding Numa as he says he is, and Waxer knows it. He was one of the troopers that helpes Stone in making Fox rest, it’s the least he can do after he learned what they go trough.

Waxer: He gets sen to the Wolfpack battalion of Plo Koon, Waxer and Plo get along to a scary level, multiple troopers have to restrain him phisically and distracting Plo long enough that they can’t go in a journey across the galaxy in search for Numa. He also discovered what the CG go trough and felt ashamed of what he thought of hi brothers before, he alongside Boil have decided to spread this information, to at least make sure that their brothers have more support.

104 Wolfpack:

Wolfee: He gets sent to the 501th battalion of Anakin Skywalker, Wolfee thanks the universe for assigning him to General Plo “Coff Coff Buir”, instead of the walking disaster that Skywalker is and at the same time begs the universe for patience in order to prevent himself from murdering any other Vod that makes his comn howl or any joke about wolf in his presence, even if it’s Commander Ashoka or how General Buir calls her “Little Soka”.

Boost: He gets sent to the 187th battalion of Mace Windu, Boost is having the time of his life alongside Waxer and to his shock General Windu, by giving early grey hair to Captain Rex and Commander Ponds, this may seem cruel to some and even to him at the start, but when he learned that General Windu was doing this in order to boost the rest of his men morale after a really hard capaing he was sold, besides some humor never hurt anyone, right?

Sinker: He gets sent to the 212th battalion of Obi Wan Kenobi, General Kenobi is not a bad Jedi and by all means he thinks he enjoys the chats he has with the Jedi but may the universe have mercy on the next fool who makes a joke about his battalion’s name or howls while he enters the room, he doesn’t care about the consequences and fortunately Echo has prevented a lot of bloodshed caused by his hands, he hopes that when he’s back with the Wolfpack the ARC gets deployed with them more often, he likes him.

Coruscant Guard:

Fox: He gets sen to the Wolfpack battalion of Plo Koon, Fox apreciates the Jedi, since he ans his men don’t have on he had no idea what to expect and lets say that Skywalker didn’t give him high expectations and since he can’t do his paperwork he was cuddled to death by stone and by a few other brothers that learned of how they are treated in Coruscant. Plo has to be stoped by the Wolfpack who fake injuries in order to prevent the Jedi from storming the Senate, when he found out of how the CG are treated one didn’t need the force in order to feel the bloodlust in the man, and even if the Wolfpack shared this feeling they can’t let their Jedi be acused of treason..

Stone: He gets sen to the Wolfpack battalion of Plo Koon, he is thankfull to any force in the universe for giving him this time to finally force Fox to sleep, since Thorn isn’t here it’s his duty to care for the di’kut he calls a vod and commander. He didn’t cry when the Wolfpack as a whole decided that the CG needed help, he really didn’t, it was just a bit of dirt in his eyes, but having brothers outside of the CG watching his back is conforting, and Fox won’t admit it but they have a soft spot for Dogma.

Thorn: He gets sent to the 212th battalion of Obi Wan Kenobi, he want’s to help Sinker with a bunch of his plans to make the 212th suffer except for Wooley, Wooley is nice, fortunately for the 212th Echo stops Sinker most of the time and the poor ARC looks so tired of it, so Thorn has decided to help him around, he remember one time Fox talked about the time he worked with the ARC and another one named Fives, Fox saud that Thorn where painfully similar and may or may not have admited to have liked working with him, “but you didn’t hear that form him alright Echo? Echo? Wait you recorded it, no stop Fox will murder me!! (Proceeds to run after a cackling Echo)”. 

Thire: He gets sent to the 501th battalion of Anakin Skywalker, he is not surprised at all when he see’s the daily disasters that happen on Torrent, and even if Commander Tano and General Skywalker are fun to be around, he can see where the battalion got the recklesnes from and he will feel no regret when Rex comes back and he is back on coruscant.