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violetjedisylveon · 11 months ago

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Amnesia Chapter 15 - Trouble Arrives

Omega centric au

Summary: The bad batch arrives on Massanii and stirs up some trouble with the locals.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: 🚫stalking, tracking, swearing, threats of violence🚫

A/N: I haven't started season three so don't give me any spoilers. Anybody know where I can watch it that isn't Disney plus? I wanna watch it this week. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

Bad Batch Amnesia AU Masterpost

Ao3 link for the whole story

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Clone Force 99 arrived on Massanii in a day's time. Sneaking past the sector's own security had proven to be a serious challenge since it wasn't recorded anywhere and they were thoroughly unprepared for the sector's defense.

Echo was convinced that officer had only let them through for shits and giggles, they were no real threat to anyone, and they'd most likely be followed very closely.

There were only a few imperial escort vessels stationed in the capital city, but nothing else. The sector could handle it's security just fine.

The marauder landed about three clicks away from the town where the photos had been taken in an empty field.

They still needed a plan, Hunter had forgotten to make one in his rush to get here.

"So? What's the plan?" Echo prompted his little brothers.

Hunter opened his mouth, then closed it. He had no idea what he was doing.

"Information gathering should come first. We want to know what we're dealing with here, both in terms of the people and the Pantoran we'll be talking to." Tech said.

"More like harassing." Echo grumbled under his breath.

Hunter gave him a side glare, which he ignored.

"I'll go-"

"No." He, Tech and Wrecker said in unison, cutting the former sergeant off.

"You are not mentally stable enough to handle this." Tech stated bluntly.

"You also look horrible, you'll scare everyone off." Echo added.

"I will go instead." Tech said.

Hunter tried to interrupt but Echo just spoke over him.

"Sounds good, I'll do some digging around with the locals." He said.

Again, Hunter tried to get a word in. This time Wrecker spoke over him.

"What should I do?" He asked.

"Keep Hunter on the ship." Echo ordered.

Hunter tried to object but Echo was faster.

"Maybe make him take another nap. He needs it." He added.

"Hold on!" Hunter shouted.

Echo made a point of looking down at him.

"Hunter, you're in no shape to do any good, you look like a walking corpse." He said before his little brother could object.

Hunter scowled at him, clearly thinking about ignoring him and going out anyway, he was probably going to pull rank. Echo placed his one hand firmly on Hunter's shoulder.

"Stay here, Ori'vod's(big brother's) orders."

XXX

Freyu caught a glimpse of the trooper, at least she thought he was a trooper, his armor was very different from the typical model, that had been tailing her whenever she came to town for the last week.

The first few days they had just watched her, occasionally showing up in a different spot but mostly stationary. She had felt the eyes on her the whole time.

Then they had moved and followed her a bit more and today, they were definitely following her.

They might have been trying to be inconspicuous, but their bright armor gave them away. Still, she carried on like she was unaware of her new shadow. She was way too observant to have not noticed them.

The Empire clearly had their eye on her, aside from the obvious that her brother and mother were once Jedi, she didn't know what they wanted or why she was so interesting to them. That definitely didn't warrant stalking in her opinion.

It was especially bad today because she'd brought Omega, disguised of course, with her. She had a very bad feeling about that trooper seeing Omega.

She rounded a corner and headed back to Alask's stall where Omega was waiting for her. The trooper followed her.

Freyu stamped her irritation down and booked it to Alask.

"Someone's following me." She said quickly in Massanese before they could come into hearing range.

"Do you know why?" Alask asked.

"No, think it's some Empire bullshit." She shook her head.

"Freyu!" Omega erupted from the back fo the stall and charged at her, slamming her body into her with a hug.

"Have fun with Alask, Jicelli?" She asked.

Fear briefly flashed through Omega's warm brown eyes before she nodded.

"Yeah, I had lots of fun!" She said, voice shaking.

Freyu heard and sensed the trooper closing in on her and pretended to still be unaware, right up until they got just that bit too close for comfort.

She turned on him with her arms crossed, smirking at the surprise she could see in his goggled eyes.

"Can I help you with something?" She prompted dryly.

"I…" he briefly glanced at Omega hiding behind her.

"I have a few questions for you." He said eventually.

Freyu groaned dramatically and scrubbed her face.

"I already got interrogated, your boss said you'd leave me alone after that." Freyu said.

"Yes, well there is something they forgot." He told her.

Freyu raised an eyebrow at his blatant lie. He wasn't a trooper, he was more likely a very bad bounty hunter. She gave his mind a subtle suggestion of confusion.

"Really? Where's the warrant?" She asked.

He froze for a second.

"Can't make me do anything without one of those." She said.

He glanced at Omega again, Freyu glared at him.

"You're talking to me, remember?" She reminded him.

He glanced at her with narrowed eyes.

"What is your name?" He asked.

"Go ask your boss." She snapped.

The man glowered down at her, she glared right back and tapped her foot irritably.

"Are you done? Gonna leave me alone yet?" She asked after a moment.

He didn't give her any response. It didn't even look like he was looking at her, his eyes flicked around slightly. He must've had some sort of H.U.D. in his helmet, so he was scanning her at the moment, she cocked her head at an angle that covered part of her tattoos. If he was going to scan her, she wasn't going to make it easy.

"If you aren't about to fuck off, then tell me what you really want." She said.

The man glanced away from whatever display he was looking at and frowned.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Doesn't matter, fuck off." She ordered.

"The Empire-"

"Like I'm buying that, if you really worked for the Empire, you'd know my name." She cut him off.

"What? Do I look like someone who takes chances like that to you?" She asked, gesturing to the scarred side of her face.

"Now, if that's all, I've got to get going. I'm a very busy person." She said, waving him off dismissively.

"C'mon Jicelli, time to go home." She told Omega.

She put a guiding hand on the younger girl's shoulder as they started to walk away.

"Bye Alask, see you around." She waved to her friend.

She shot a glare over her shoulder at the man staring after them. She had a bad feeling about him.

"I don't wanna come to town for a while." Omega whispered to her once they were out of earshot.

"I think that's for the best." Freyu agreed.

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Tech returned to the marauder hungry and frustrated with his lack of results over the past week. The most important thing he had learned was that the Pantoran was hyper vigilant and she was very wary of strangers.

He had tried running a scan on the markings she and the younger girl shared, seeing as they were family it could have given him something to work off of, but she had moved and concealed too much of it to be useful.

It seemed she was a very intelligent, cautious, and possibly paranoid, person.

With the context of the tattoo over her eye, she likely had good reason to be. Old Pantoran tattoos with simple slashes across the face were often done to symbolize betrayal.

As interesting as that was, he still had no leads on who she was and if the girl with her was his vod'ika.

Hunter won't be pleased. He sighed.

He could hear the argument before he opened up the hatch.

Echo and Hunter couldn't do anything else these days.

Hunter whipped towards him as he came in.

"Report." Hunter demanded.

"Nothing." Tech said shortly.

Echo groaned and threw his hands up, leaving the cockpit.

"Nothing? You have been out there for a week and you've learned nothing?" Hunter asked darkly.

Tech made a point of checking his mostly blank datapad before meeting Hunter's angry gaze.

"I did learn something, that Pantoran is smart and cautious. I am fairly certain that she will not be bringing the child with her for her next visit." Tech stated.

"Is that better?" He asked dryly.

He went around Hunter to the bunks so he could grab something to eat and go to sleep for a week.

Echo was in his hammock with his arm over his face.

"I don't suppose you learned anything useful?" Tech prompted his brother once he sat down to eat.

"She's a doctor of some kind, didn't really get much other than that. The locals trusted me about as much as she trusted you." Echo sighed.

"This is going to be difficult." He groaned.

"Really? I thought that much was obvious." Tech smirked at his older brother's glare.

XXX

Freyu sat across from Omega, legs crossed and hands resting on her knees.

They were meditating, it helped soothe Omega after a stressful event. She could sense the tension in Omega from their little run in earlier today.

Meditation was something she had started doing with her brother when he was around. He had said it would help her focus and it kinda worked. She had mostly used it as a way to check on Maatsu when he wasn't home.

She had stopped after he died since her mind would instinctively search for someone she couldn't find anymore. She had been a bit more regular with it lately but she was still training herself out of searching for Maatsu.

It was certainly helping Omega, and helping her understanding of Omega's condition.

Freyu didn't think her initial diagnosis of dissociative amnesia was correct anymore. She hadn't had much information at the time, so it was an easy enough mistake to make, but after almost four months of Omega living with her, it seemed a lot more like memory repression.

The memories were still there, somewhere locked off in her mind, they came to the surface in a confusing mess that was extremely difficult to make any sense of, but they were still there.

She hadn't ever had any real interest or reason to look into Omega's repressed memories, even when she started acting strange. Though her quick healing was certainly odd, she didn't need to find an explanation for it.

Until today.

The run in with that clone or bounty hunter or whatever was unsettling. The way he kept trying to get a look at Omega, it gave her a very bad feeling. He wasn't the first bounty hunter to go after Omega, she needed to know why so she could make a decision on what to do next.

She needed to get into Omega's head without triggering her, and she couldn't tell Omega exactly what she was doing. With the Empire and bounty hunters watching them, it was dangerous to reveal herself.

Though Omega probably suspected something was odd about her, she clearly knew when not to ask questions.

"Next time you go to Mlikix, can I stay home?" Omega's quiet voice broke through her thoughts.

Freyu smiled and nodded.

"Of course, if that's what you want." She said.

She felt Omega's tension melt away. While at the same time a stubborn nugget of some emotion remained.

"Thanks." Omega said softly.

"It's not a problem at all, Meg'ika." Freyu said.

XXX

Freyu didn't go to sleep when she put Omega to bed. She had far too much to do.

First on her nightly to-do list was to check the ammunition stocks hidden in various places around the house, and make sure the weapons stored with them still worked. They hadn't been checked or cleaned in a couple of years, so she should probably give each a quick cleaning.

She also had to check the security system and the house's defenses. Tesi had been managing them the last seven years, she could probably tap the droid to give the system a bit of a boost and a warning for intruders.

And once all that was done, she needed to make notes of what she had seen poking around in Omega's head today.

Then of course she had to train and stay on top of her orders. She could take a nap sometime before Omega woke up.

Freyu nodded to herself and went about her busy night.

She wasn't going to be caught with her guard down this time.

XXX

Freyu checked her surrounding before she stepped out into the street. That clone bounty hunter guy wasn't here today, she was safe enough right now.

She'd thought about telling the Empire about it's misbehaving troops, but she decided against it, she didn't want any more attention from them than she already had.

She crossed the street to Cai's shop. Someone in the family was always there, and she could easily contact him through it. And he was probably working somewhere nearby.

Eppur was sitting at the desk, he was definitely the type for the more in door side of work, but all of them took turns, Massii couldn't stand to be inside for too long.

"Freyu." Eppur eyed her with narrowed eyes.

"What have you gotten yourself into that you come here to contact us and not the ranch house?" Eppur asked, straight to the point as always.

"I'm being followed by someone, I don't know why." Freyu explained quickly.

She hadn't gone to their ranch because she didn't want to drag them any further into a possible mess than she had too. If someone was really stalking her, it was best for her to be discreet about everything.

"Would you like to borrow one of our birds?" Eppur prompted.

"If he's comfortable with that, I would greatly appreciate it." Freyu nodded.

"I'll let him know, head on back to pick a bird." Eppur told her.

Freyu quickly slipped behind the counter into the back room. There were a few birds of prey, but that wasn't the true purpose of this room.

She waited in the bird room until Cai came in through the back door.

"What do you need?" Cai asked.

"I need eyes, ears and information."

XXX

Freyu left the shop with a basket of the family's products, including a new blanket for Omega from Xillyn, xir first professional blanket.

She spotted something out of place immediately.

A human disguised as a droid. It was a decent disguise, though it wouldn't work on any species that could smell or sense what was really in there.

She got that same gut feeling she got with that bounty hunter impersonating a trooper from him.

He spotted her and started walking her way. Freyu headed towards the market, both for the safety in numbers there and to gather some things she needed for a surprise. She picked up her pace, but he caught up with her quickly.

She cursed her height.

"May I have a word?" The stranger asked politely.

Freyu rolled her eyes and kept walking.

"Have two, Fuck off." She snarled.

“I really do need to talk to you.” He said.

She whirled around, vibroblade in hand, and faced him.

He wisely didn't get any closer and actually took a step back.

“I don't know what your deal is with me and my sister, but you better fuck off before I really get pissed.” She growled.

“I'm just trying to talk.” He insisted, putting his hands up in defense.

Freyu glared at him. He may have only been talking but she knew the other wanted something from her.

“Tell your buddy to come out.” She ordered.

He hesitated a moment before motioning for his companion, the same guy who had been stalking her, to come out. The companion moved slowly and carefully, afraid of setting her off even more.

“Whatever you want here, you won't get it. Whoever you think my sister is, she's not. And I would be greatly appreciative if I didn't have to kill anyone, I just polished my blades and I don't want to deal with the bodies right now.” She said.

The disguised man lowered his hands and glanced at his companion. His companion gave him some signs, Freyu glowered at the pair.

“I'll do my best to convince them, I can't make any promises. I am very sorry for the inconveniences we've caused you.” He said.

“I won't poison you then.” Freyu said.

She sheathed her blade and continued down her path towards the market, catching the pair's confusion as she left.

“Did she say poison?”

“Yes. I did say she makes medicine, she must work with toxic healing plants.”

“That sure is good to know.”

She made a mental note to poison her blades for her next trip into town, just to be safe.

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I finally got them all on the same planet! It only took 15 chapters but I did it!This is where the fun begins alright!I'm so excited to be at this point in the story!

I realized Omega's situation is definitely more memory repression than any type of amnesia, so it's actually memory repression that she has, I'm still gonna use the name amnesia because that's what this is always called and in all my files it's amnesia and that's too many to change.

I hope you all have a good day, whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!

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itstimeforstarwars · 5 months ago

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I have to like. Physically sit down and imagine OCs for stories. Because in general, I don't really imagine characters so much these days? Like when I'm reading it's a fuzzy character and mostly what I'm imagining is the action going on. I will read a new story and finish it with no opinion on what the main character looks like. To me, gideon the ninth is red hair and sunglasses and sword and ???? That's all that matters really. Bicep.

#chit chat #have to make character sheets for OCs so that i can add physical descriptions to the stories other than 'he was pantoran'#tbh idek what tseenik looks like other than butch lesbian rodian jedi #that's as specific as it gets y'all can figure out the rest #I've had to draw kyrgun elmga and derry just to have something specific to refer to #my descriptive prose does not come naturally for characters it is through hard work and dedication #meanwhile i can describe the landscapes all day #the mirror caverns? the mandalorian camp? galidraan city cave network? i knew exactly what they looked like from step 1

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jgvfhl · 2 years ago

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The Number Lads Go Snooping

Here we are folks... Sevenset is tasked with keeping Fives entertained while Tup is examined after the tragic and mysterious execution of General Tiplar on Ringo Vinda. Unfortunately for them, and Echo's blood pressure, Sevenset and Fives have strange ideas of what constitutes entertainment. BEHOLD, THE ORDERS ARC BEGINS!!

Words: not quite 8K (longest chapter to date oop) Warnings: Canon typical suspense with canon atypical swearing :) Link to Master List of Chapters on Tumblr Link to the full story on Ao3 Happy reading!

CrispyDomino: hey sevenset, need a favor

RedBoiiiii: o7 reporting for orders

CrispyDomino: Fives is bringing one of our boys to Kamino for a med eval

RedBoiiiii: yikes that’s not fun

CrispyDomino: Yeah, you mind making sure he’s not worrying himself sick over the kid?

RedBoiiiii: I will do my best! When are they arriving?

CrispyDomino: Should get there in a few hours

RedBoiiiii: You got it, buddy! I’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything too stupid

DEATH: That’s not particularly promising

RedBoiiiii: oh COME ON

d0nut man: lkdjafkd

Double Trouble: oh my gods XD

CrispyDomino: Don’t worry, Sevens, I have faith in you

RedBoiiiii: THANK you echo

Leafs: We really can’t go ten seconds without something huh?

RedBoiiiii: THE COMMANDER STARTED IT

CrispyDomino: Anyway, thanks Sevens, means a lot

CrispyDomino: I’m on campaign, but feel free to send updates if you want

-scene break-

Sevenset had gotten a message from Fives as soon as he’d touched down, it had appeared. He’d grumbled a little at his batchmate’s mothering, but he’d conceded it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get out of his own head while his friend was in medical. But, first Fives had to be assessed as well, so Sevenset had been left to his own devices for a bit, waiting for Fives to comm him after he was cleared.

He had chosen to use this time to be, as most people called it, a menace. He called it practicing his environmental awareness and stealth skills, although no one else seemed too keen to agree with him. After successfully pranking Colt on the Venator after their last mission, he’d doubled-down on finding some way to get at Alpha-17. A death sentence? Possibly.

But he would be legendary if he pulled it off.

It did leave him with the slight problem of finding where the grumpy captain spent most of his time. He was a very private man, and most of the time he wasn’t in his rooms anyway (which would be great news once Sevenset found them). His search had brought him almost back around to the main medical wing of Kamino. No, not the medical wing for the tubies, or the medical wing for the scientists, or the other medical wing for surgery and … whatever else they did over there. This was mainly for soldiers who came in with injuries too mysterious or serious to treat on the field, so it was undoubtedly where Fives and his friend were now.

His plan so far was based solely on lying, and hoping someone was fooled into giving him Alpha’s room number, or at least which wing he lived in. So far, however, he’d only encountered clone officers who knew better than to talk to him outside of necessity, Kaminoans who really didn’t know what to do with him half the time he approached them, and some of the nattie trainers. He didn’t feel like talking to many of them. They were fine, for the most part, but… eh. Not his thing.

An alarm went off, harsh against his ears without his bucket. He flinched, looking around and waiting for an announcement.

“Security breach. All nonessential personnel report to a safe room for lockdown.”

The round door at the end of the hallway slid open suddenly, making him pivot in that direction. The hall flooded with red emergency lighting. A pantoran woman strode out, followed by the sounds of hustle and bustle a bit too bustling for normal medical procedure.

“This place is about to be locked down,” she told him. “Better get a move on, ARC.”

He fell into step beside her as she walked, seeing no point in sticking around if that was indeed the case. He glanced over her person, trying to remember if he’d seen her around for long. He definitely recognized parts of her armor. She was one of the few Mandos left on Kamino, her armor mostly a deep blue, with pink and yellow clouds rolling along the bottom of her chestplate. Her pink hair was cropped close to her head on the sides and flopped over loosely on top. She was only about as tall as his shoulder, probably approaching forty years old, but this woman had two gold jaig eyes tattooed on her forehead.

There was no messing with her.

“Why?” he asked.

“Undisclosed. Someone’s up to no good in the medical wing.”

The alarm continued to blare.

Sevenset glanced behind him at the closed door. Fives hadn’t contacted him yet… did that mean he was in lockdown without his armor? They had to remove their kit for med evals, so maybe with the security, he hadn’t been able to get his comm back yet. That had to be it. Fives was ARC. He hadn’t survived this long by doing rash things like… whatever this trooper was doing.

“What’s your name, ma’am?” he asked, choosing to collect whatever information he could about this Mando.

She glanced over at him. “Maral Tumun.”

He nodded. “I’m Sevenset. I’ve seen you around once or twice.”

“I would hope so. I’ve been training you lot for ages. I trained some of the command batches up from tykes.”

Oh, had she now? That was worth poking into a little bit. “Which batches?”

Before she had an opportunity to answer, his comm went off. He glanced at the frequency and frowned. He didn’t recognize it. It wasn’t anyone in his squadron, or any of the Numbers. Weird.

“Sorry, I gotta take this,” he mumbled, answering the voice transmission. “This is ARC seven seven seven seven.”

“Hey, Sevens, it’s Fives. Listen–I uh… I might’ve done something.”

Oh no.

He hastily muted the comm, but didn't disconnect it, staring at Trainer Tumun, whose gold eyes had locked on him as soon as she'd heard Fives' name. "Wrong number?" he tried.

Her brow rose. "You often get wrong numbers who know your name?"

"Uh, yeah, all the time. Pretty common name among the newer batches, actually," he rambled on.

"Let me hear him," she said.

"Why? No. Ma'am."

“If you don’t, I am still under obligation to report any incidents related to what that trooper has done in medical to my superiors,” she said. “And I believe you would prefer this knowledge remain out of the Kaminoans’ hands for as long as possible, yes?”

He blinked at her. She was… helping? Was she helping? Obviously, whatever Fives had done, he wanted to know as much as he could before making decisions on how to help. She did have reasonable authority to march him down to one of the commanders or one of the doctors and make him sing, and he did not want to do that.

“You won’t get him in trouble?”

She crossed her arms, her beskar clinking. “Any more trouble, you mean?”

“Yeah…”

She shook her head. “Not yet. I know well enough to hear him out.”

Okay. It was as good as he was gonna get. He unmuted the comm.

“Heyyy…. Fives, sorry about that–”

“What the hell was that?” his friend demanded. “What happened?”

“I ran into a trainer, okay?” he shot back, trying to keep his voice down. “I–she heard you, I had to explain some things–”

“Who? What? I thought you were gonna help, Sevens!”

That hurt. He put a hand on his hip even though Fives couldn’t see him. “I’m trying, okay? This is the first time someone’s commed me after putting a whole wing of medical into lockdown, Fives! That was you, right?”

Trainer Tumun stepped closer. “What happened, trooper?”

“It’s–-there’s—something’s wrong with Tup. Yeah, Nala se was gonna cover up all the data, she switched the cases and everything.”

Sevenset exchanged a quizzical glance with the trainer. “This is the guy you were escorting here?”

“Yeah, yeah, he—kark, I dunno, mate, he got all kinds of messed up on Ringo Vinda.” Fives didn’t sound like himself. Far too agitated to be the collected, quick-witted soldier Sevenset knew. “He… he killed a Jedi, Sevens. And the Kaminoans aren’t doing enough to figure out why. All they want to do is kill him and take him apart afterwards.”

Sevenset sucked in a sharp breath, instinctively glancing up and around for witnesses. Without warning, Trainer Tumun grabbed his arm and pulled them both into a storage room toward the end of the corridor. It was dark, except for the white light from his comm, giving both their faces an eerie glow.

“Explain,” she ordered once they were both inside. At least the alarm was quieter here.

“He lost it! He was—he was—agitated, he was violent, he wasn’t responding to his name at all. He tried takin’ a swipe at General Skywalker too! Tied down to a gurney.”

“So what are you doing, Fives?” Sevenset wanted to know. “Why don’t you have your armor?”

“Armor? Armor—no, no, no, no, armor was too recognizable. Grabbed a plain set. He’ll be fine, barely a concussion—”

“You stole armor?”

“Well, no one’s giving it away, are they?” Fives replied sharply. “I may have… I kind of convinced a droid to perform a medical procedure on Tup, and when Nala Se found out, she freaked out. Said they had to do more extensive testing, still says it might be a virus, or a–a parasite—”

“Extensive testing?” Sevenset asked, his brows furrowing. Initial testing was usually pretty thorough. Why the need to go extensive? “Not the hyper testing, I hope. That will kill him.”

“But I found something!” Fives said. “I found something in his brain with the scan I did, right? But Nala Se said it was nothing, said the machine was calibrated wrong.”

Trainer Tumun tilted her head. “Those machines are never calibrated wrong.”

“Exactly! There was something in his head—maybe not just him, maybe there’s more—”

Sevenset held up a hand. “Okay, hold up, where are you?”

There was a heavy pause. Then, quietly, “Storage room, near the genetics wing.”

Another pause landed. “How? Why?” Sevenset demanded.

“I’m in disguise, aren’t I? They were gonna kriffin’ wipe me, Sevens! Now are you gonna help make sure Tup’s okay, or not?”

Sevenset sucked in a sharp breath almost without thinking. Reconditioning was more of a rumor than anything concrete on Kamino. Hearing his friend say it out loud like that…. Kark. This was worse than he’d thought.

“Yeah, and how am I supposed to keep Tup safe and you out of harm’s way at the same time, huh?”

“I’ll look after Tup,” Trainer Tumun said, cutting into their conversation suddenly.

“What?”

“I am Trainer Maral Tumun,” she said for Fives’ sake. “I don’t trust these Kaminoans when they’re this excited to dispose of a soldier. If they are so keen to find you, then they are keen to cover up what’s happening to Tup. I will find out, and I will make sure he gets to a doctor who knows the value of sentient life.”

There was another long pause as they both took in the information. Finally, Fives said, “Thank you, ma’am.”

“How are you gonna do that?” Sevenset asked. So he was a little skeptical. He had reason to be.

She smiled. “I am of Clan Ves. We do not disappoint.”

“Yeah, that’s great, I was talking more logistics?” he said. “Where are there doctors to treat him? How is he getting off Kamino? How are you even getting him off the medical table?”

Trainer Tumun sniffed, lifting her chin. “I know a guy.”

“It’s not Commander Nero, is it?” Fives asked with much sarcasm.

She looked down at the comm, shifting her stance slightly. “I do not have to answer that.”

“Nero?” Sevenset repeated. “Wait, he’s Commander Sixes’ batcher, right?” He recalled her remark about training command batches. “Holy kark, you trained those grumpy bastards, didn’t you?”

Once again, she lifted her chin and shuffled her feet slightly. “They were my best.”

“They’re kriffing sociopaths, ma’am,” Fives blurted.

“No, they are not, I had them tested.”

Comforting. But not important right now. “Okay, okay, fine,” he said. “You’ll find Tup and use Commander Nero’s infinite source of strings to pull to get him off-world. Fives, I’m gonna find you and make sure you don’t do anything stupid by yourself.”

Trainer Tumun gave him a look. “Not the usual phrasing of that expression.”

“Story of my life, ma’am,” he told her.

“Sounds good. My locator should still be on, Sevenset should be able to track me with that. I’m heading to the Genetic Records Hall.”

He sighed, rubbing his head. “Copy that, I’ll find you.”

“Stay outside until I come out. And thanks… again…”

The comm disconnected, leaving them in almost total darkness. Almost, because of the tiny dots of light on their vambrace controls.

“Okay.”

She nodded. Probably. “Let’s go.”

He followed her out into the hall, selecting the frequency Fives had used to comm him and tracking the corresponding locator signal. He turned this way and that a couple times, never the best at directionality.

“Okay, Genetic Records Hall,” he said. “No clue where that is.”

“I know it,” Tumun nodded. “I’ll need access to a different part of the medical wing, so I’ll send you the coordinates while we walk.” Without leaving room for debate, she turned and began walking, leaving him to catch up at a slight jog.

This was a bad situation, obviously. Sevenset wasn’t that tone-deaf not to realize that. But he also knew the value in taking the opportunities presented to him, and right now, he had direct access to a woman who had known Commander Sixes since he had been able to walk. There was no way in any of the nine hells he was letting this chance pass by without using it to find out something.

“So… Chaos Batch, huh?” he said by way of introduction. “You uh… you made ‘em like that?”

“I trained them,” she replied. “They were already like that.”

He gave a low whistle. “Okay, so Commander Nero has always been two degrees away from being a serial killer?”

“Well, he did try to kill a Kaminoan when he was five standard.”

He gaped at her. “He did what? And he’s alive?”

“That’s when he was transferred to the Chaos Batch,” she answered easily. “And also when he was tested for sociopathy. He just has a very rigid view of right and wrong, and a penchant for finding the simplest solution to his problems. But his emotional depth is perfectly normal.”

Sevenset could only nod. So the weird vibes he’d gotten from Commander Nero were well deserved. Granted, he’d never felt actively threatened by the man. He just had understood that if Nero had wanted it, Sevenset would have been dead faster than he could say his own name.

“Uh…huh,” he answered. “And Commander Sixes… has he always been that prickly? Grumpy, as some would say.”

She shook her head. “No, Bacara’s the one they call Grumpy. Sixes was… well. Geonosis One changed a lot of your older brothers. He’s a sweetheart to his core.”

A what? A sweetheart? The guy in all-black armor whose callsign was Death was a sweetheart? Sevenset’s mind reeled.

“Not that he’d ever admit it,” Tumun continued as they turned the corner to the neighboring corridor. “They’re all stubborn as hell, but they had determination and ingenuity like I’d never seen in a squad of cadets before. Bacara once stayed up all night putting together what he called a ‘flawless battle strategy’ for the four of them, and it was. He took into account each of their strengths and weaknesses, and they absolutely demolished the squad they were facing the next day.”

“No kidding,” he said. Small wonder the Marines were some of the most efficient soldiers in the GAR. With a commander like that… well.

“But they also invented Knife Monopoly while drunk for the first time,” she mused, a fond smile on her face. “And Sixes and Nero once shot each other during a concocted ‘duel,’ and they both have scars from it.” She shook her head. “Even genetic manipulation can’t stop teenagers from being teenagers.”

Sevenset was honestly approaching speechlessness. All that came out in reply to those world-shattering revelations was, “Oh.” His mind felt like a speeder without altitude stabilizers.

“We’re here,” Tumun said, stopping near an arched door back into the medical wing. She raised her vambrace, tapping a message. “These are the coordinates to the Genetics Hall. It’s near the incubation wings. I’ll go find Tup.”

“Got it,” he nodded, his brain struggling a little to recover from the previous conversation.

“What is Tup’s designation?” she asked.

“Uh…” He commed Fives.

“Are you here?”

“Starting there now. What’s Tup’s designation?”

“CT fifty-three eighty-five.”

Tumun nodded. “I’ll go find him. I promise,” she added, pressing a closed fist across her chest. A Mandalorian salute.

He nodded back, then took off at a jog toward where he knew the incubators were. He didn’t know what kind of time frame Fives was on, but he had to assume it wasn’t a long one. He offered passing excuses and thank yous as he dodged around doctors and troopers in the hallways, but honestly, Colt had made him run enough laps through the city that even if someone asked him what he was doing, he’d just say tell them that. No one would even blink.

Ten minutes. It took him almost ten minutes to get there. Something closer to seven, probably, but still. It felt too long. When the door was in sight, he opened his comm again.

“Fives, I’m near the main doors, what’s your status?”

“This shit just gets worse and worse, I’m telling you–” he replied angrily.

The door opened, making Sevenset look up hopefully. But no. Kaminoans were filing out of the room. Quietly, seemingly unbothered, but… no. Too quickly. Too orderly.

“Buddy, they know you’re in there,” he said, keeping his voice down.

“Yeah, I see it.”

Well. Sevenset was nothing if not recklessly impulsive at his core. “I’m coming with you,” he said, disconnecting the comm before Fives could argue, then darting towards the door.

The Kaminoans didn’t stop him. They moved out of his way, if anything. As he passed the threshold, he heard more hurried footsteps approaching from the opposite corridor from which he’d come.

“Time go, pal!” he called, now out-right sprinting to Fives. Force, he looked weird in shiny armor.

“You’re a kriffing moron, Sevens!” he shouted, following an AZ medical droid towards… oh, an emergency hatch in the ceiling. Smart.

“Yeah, tell me something I don’t know,” he shot back.

“There!” someone shouted behind them. Then stun rings began blazing past them as they ran.

Maker’s sake, they really wanted this guy! Sevenset would have been impressed, if he weren’t running away from them too. He practically flung himself up the yellow rungs of the ladder behind Fives, pulling himself into the emergency hatch after him and stepping back so the AZ could weld it shut.

Then he turned to Fives.

“Okay, so you’re in a stupendous amount of shit.”

“You didn’t have to follow me!” he shot back.

“Too bad! You’re my friend, and I have reckless tendencies,” he replied, tossing his hands in the air.

“I do not meant to interrupt,” said the droid, holding up one of its metal fingers, “but we have research to finish.”

“Finish?” Fives repeated, looking at it. “You didn’t get everything you needed?”

“Hey, I’ve an idea,” Sevenset cut in. “How about we walk and talk, yeah? Where the hell are you going?”

“What information do you still need, AZ?” Fives asked the droid.

“Well,” the droid began, sounding, as many droids did, way too calm for the amount of pressure riding on the current situation, “we know it is an organic chip, created and implanted into clone Tup’s brain.”

Sevenset put his hands on his hips and looked at Fives.

“We found a thing in Tup’s brain, it’s not from the original genetic material from Prime, so someone had to put it there,” he supplied.

“What I am not sure of,” AZ went on, turning his body around and rummaging in his storage compartment, “is at what stage of development the chip is implanted, and its purpose.”

“And we don’t know if it’s in my brain too,” Fives added, which made Sevenset’s gaze snap back to him.

“Excuse me?” Fives had reason to believe that whatever made Tup execute a Jedi General was also in his head?

The droid spoke up, now holding a glass slide containing something suspiciously flesh-colored. “Your scans did not indicate—”

“Neither did Tup’s, until we looked deeper,” Fives insisted. “If they missed it in Tup, they can miss it in me. We have to check.”

A horrible thought came unbidden to Sevenset’s mind. If this thing was in Fives and Tup… then it could be in his head too, right?

“And if it is?” he heard himself ask.

His friend looked at him.

“If it is in your head too?”

“Then he takes it out,” Fives said firmly, tilting his bucket towards AZ.

The droid rose in the air slightly, his visual receptors shining a bit brighter in shock. “That is a dangerous surgery. When I removed clone Tup’s chip, his overall health greatly worsened.”

“I’ll risk it.”

“Hey–wait, what?” Sevenset held up his hands. “‘Greatly worsened?’ What does that mean?”

“He’s still alive,” Fives said, then turned back to AZ. “Are you gonna help, or not?”

“We will need to return to a medical facility,” the droid said, drifting slightly towards Sevenset, intending to pass him.

“Fives, mate,” he said, stepping in front of the droid. “This is a lot. Are you sure you’re—”

Fives stepped over the round hole in the floor where the hatch was. “Tup is one of my best friends. He’s hurting because someone put this thing in his head. Maybe they put this thing into all of our heads. Now, the Kaminoans know something they’re not willing to let me find out.”

“And that might be a good thing,” Sevenset argued. “Listen, I’m not one to trust the long-necks, but we’re not scientists, Fives.”

“This thing made Tup kill a Jedi!” his friend exclaimed. “You want that? You wanna wake up one day a prisoner in your own head, watching your body hunt down General Ti and shoot her?”

“Don’t do that,” he told him, his voice dropping to a dark pitch.

“It’s the truth,” Fives told him. “I need to know how far this goes. You should too.”

Truthfully, Sevenset was curious. Inherently so, some would say. But he wasn’t an idiot, like the others would also say. What Fives was doing was dangerous. A medical procedure like brain surgery wasn’t without risk, even when performed by a droid designed like AZ. But something nagged at the back of his mind, like a child very softly tugging at a parent’s clothing for attention. He couldn’t ignore it forever.

The truth was, Fives wasn’t an idiot either. Hell, he was one of the most caring brothers he’d met, and that included himself.

He sighed, rubbing his face roughly. “Gods, Echo’s gonna kill me for helping you.”

“Yeah.” His friend’s voice sounded hollow at the mention of his batchmate. Probably not the kindest thing Sevenset could have brought up. “AZ, lead the way,” he said.

The droid whirred as he rose higher up the ladder, and Sevenset let Fives follow him before bringing up the rear. They climbed about three levels before the droid cut left. They followed doggedly, turning a few times before dropping back down two more levels. Finally, AZ paused, hovering over a hatch.

“Is this it?” Fives asked, squatting down.

The droid appeared to nod. “Yes. This is a hatch to the D-wing of the medical building. As of now, I can detect no noise on the other side of this hatch.”

Fives hesitated briefly, then took a breath, handing off his stolen blaster to Sevenset so he could hop down to open the hatch. He twisted the yellow wheel slowly, trying to minimize the noise. When it was finally open, he let it down as slowly as he could, and Sevenset reached out to grab the back of his utility belt to steady him as he leaned down.

“All clear,” he reported. He sat back up, then lowered himself down.

AZ followed him, and Sevenset tossed down the blaster so he could have his hands free to follow them. AZ let them into one of the medical examination rooms. It all went so smoothly, Sevenset found himself momentarily baffled. Wouldn’t the Kamino Guard have troopers posted at every emergency tunnel entrance in the whole medical wing? Weird.

“Okay, let’s get this over with,” Fives said, removing his helmet and setting both it and his blaster on a tray beside the bed. Bed was a generous term. Table was better. He lifted himself onto it.

“And you’re sure this is the thing to do?” he asked again. He already knew the answer, he just couldn’t help it.

“It’s just gonna be a scan and maybe some surgery.”

“Yeah, it’s the maybe I’m worried about, Fives,” he said, watching AZ pull up the scanning machine and begin to program it.

“Knowing what I know now about these chips,” the droid said, poking buttons on the touchscreen, “I do not need to scan at the atomic level. Due to the inorganic compounds present in these chips, a molecular examination should suffice.”

“Is that good?” Sevenset asked as Fives lay down.

“A molecular scan does not put as much strain on the subject.”

He nodded vaguely. So it was good.

AZ brought the ring-shaped scanner around to position it around Fives’ head. “Please remain still and do not speak during the examination,” he said, sounding routine. “Close your eyes and keep them closed until told to open them.”

Fives did as instructed, and Sevenset stood at the foot of the table to watch. AZ tapped a button to begin the examination, and the ring-shaped machine whirred into action, a slow green-ish blue light beginning to travel around the inner circumference.

The exam was probably pretty short, considering the number of actions AZ completed during the time, but the seconds felt like they were moving like drying mud to Sevenset. The droid hovered next to a screen on the side of the room, where a diagram or image of Fives’ brain was slowly developing. After what was probably a minute or so, a red dot appeared on the screen.

AZ hummed a short note of… what, surprise? Acknowledgement? Droids… so hard to parse. Then he flew back over to the scanning device and tapped a few buttons to power it down. When the interior light had fully faded out, he moved the device away.

“You may open your eyes,” he said cheerfully.

Fives blinked his eyes open slowly, looking groggy all of a sudden. Sevenset moved to his side.

“You alright, mate?” he asked, holding out a hand.

“Bit of a headache,” Fives admitted. “But it’s fading.” He took his hand and hauled himself up into a sitting position. Sevenset eyed him carefully. “What’s the word, AZ?”

“By ‘the word,’ I assume you mean the results of the scan?”

“Yes.”

“They are identical to clone Tup,” the droid chirped, moving to the side so Fives and Sevenset could see the screen. “The same tumor appears in the same location in your brain.”

“Sithspit,” Fives hissed, rubbing his head. “Can you take it out?”

“Of course.”

“Then do it,” he said, resuming his previous position on the table.

As AZ began preparing, Sevenset’s comm went off, so he stepped away to answer it. It was Trainer Tumun.

“I have Tup secure,” she reported. “Someone is in transit to collect him and get him to safety.”

He looked up to Fives, who had turned his head to listen. “Hear that?”

Fives nodded, a brief wave of relief washing over his features before he settled back to let AZ begin.

Sevenset turned away. He was fine with blood, but he had no desire to see the inside of Fives’ skull. “Thank you, ma’am. We know the one-eighteenth can be trusted with this.”

There was a pause, since Tumun hadn’t known of their affiliations with Nero’s battalion. But, time was waning, and she must have thought better than to waste any by starting down that winding path. “If I can, I’ll let you know when they have him secure.”

“Much appreciated, ma’am.”

“Hopefully, the ruckus I caused can help you and Fives get the information you need.”

He nodded. “Absolutely. We’re working on it.”

“I wish you the best. Good hunting, ARCs.”

The comm disconnected. He could still hear AZ working, so he kept his attention firmly on the set of window controls below the oval window separating this room from the next. Currently, it was opaque, but the buttons underneath could turn it transparent or translucent if so desired. He was impressed by his own ability to not mess with them.

Mainly because his mind was too busy reeling over the information he’d learned in such a short time.

Somehow, both Fives and Tup had little semi-organic chips in their brains that had been implanted by… someone, who knew whom that had been, and that was uncomfortable enough. But Tup’s had looked… sick. He’d lost his mind, almost as literally as a sentient being could, and that alone sent chills down his spine. If more clones had these chips… then way more of them than just Tup were capable of outright murdering Jedi.

Or anyone.

“The operation is complete.”

He jolted. How much time had passed? He hadn’t checked the time before. Shit. How long had they stayed in one place? That was dangerous. Fives was waking up. AZ held a second glass compartment, examining the contents.

“Well?” he asked, walking over to put hands on Fives to remind himself he was okay.

“This is new,” AZ said. “The chip removed from clone trooper Tup was severely degraded in function and structure, but this one is entirely healthy.”

Fives groaned quietly, his hand rising to his head, only to bump into the metal device still implanted there. His hair had been shorn around it, making for a rather unsightly haircut. Maybe he could pass it off as a fade if he shaved the other side to match?

“Okay, so… Tup was an accident?” he said. “He didn’t mean it. He was sick.”

“That is the most likely scenario,” AZ replied, his body rotating around so he could place Fives’ chip in his storage compartment with Tup’s.

“What are the chances this thing’s in my head too?” Sevenset dared to ask.

“Given you are from the same generation of clones,” the droid said, tapping his fingers together with something resembling nervousness, “the chances are not exactly… low.”

He’d already suspected as much. Judging by the look on Fives’ face, he felt the same. Nice of him to not share it until Sevenset was ready. Alright, well, if he was ever going to have brain surgery, having it on his own terms seemed like a great time for it.

Holding out a hand to Fives again, he helped him off the table, giving a look that asked if he was alright, and receiving a nod in return. “Might as well mark brain surgery off my bucket list,” he said, hoisting himself onto the table.

“You haven’t been scanned,” Fives said, gesturing to the machine. “You don’t know if you even have this thing.”

Sevenset rolled his eyes, desperate to cover up the anxiety rising in his system. “Yeah, I think we all kinda know it’s gonna be there. Better to just save myself the headache, right? We’ve been here too long as it is.”

Fives couldn’t argue with the last point. The longer they stayed in one place, the more likely it was someone would find them. They needed to move, and if this got it done faster, then so be it. His friend looked a little helpless for a split second before nodding and stepping back.

“Are you sure?” AZ asked. “Without a scan, I will have to estimate where the cells are located—”

“And you’re a smart droid,” Sevenset cut in, lying back on the table. “You’ll do fine. It’s probably exactly where Fives’ was. We are clones, after all, right?”

After a second or two of processing, the droid nodded. “Very well.” He flew over to a barely visible cabinet underneath the display screens at the back wall, and retrieved what supplies he would need. Normally, they would have been laid out, but he’d used them on Fives already. He held up a large syringe which Sevenset was not thrilled about. “This will not hurt—”

“Yes, it will,” Fives cut him off.

“It will only hurt a bit,” the droid corrected, and Sevenset braced himself.

It did hurt. Quite a bit, actually, like injecting fire under the skin of his neck. But, after only a few seconds, the pain had faded, and the rest of the world faded out as well.

-scene break-

He woke up to his comm blinking at him, telling him a new message had arrived. As he had suspected, AZ held a sample identical to the one that had come out of Fives' head. Holy Force. Once AZ gave him the all-clear, he opened his comm, scanning it quickly as he and Fives readied themselves for whatever came next. There wasn't time to process what had just happened.

“Where are we going next?” he asked,his eyes fixed on the thing AZ had taken out of his head. Gross. It made his skin crawl like an itchy sweater he couldn’t take off.

“The incubation rooms,” AZ answered, flying over to the door. “We must find out how many clones have these implanted chips, and when they are implanted into your cell structure.”

Sevenset nodded. “Alright. Let’s visit some tubies.” He paused to open his comm. “Uh… I take it we’re keeping our activities unknown to your batcher?” he asked.

“Please,” Fives said, looking terribly guilty.

He started typing a reply as they hurried out of the room.

CrispyDomino: Rex says he’s on his way back, how’s Fives?

RedBoiiiii: peachy!

CrispyDomino: oh good

CrispyDomino: do you know how Tup’s doing?

RedBoiiiii: uhh more tests?

d0nut man: aw that’s too bad :(

d0nut man: might it have anything to do with the 118th’s unplanned visit to Kamino right now?

CrispyDomino: What.

RedBoiiii: I’m sure it’s nothing Zero

Double Trouble: guys he just used capitalization correctly…

RedBoiiii: dosido i do no t need this right now

DEATH: And where is Fives in this conversation?

RedBoiiiii: he doesnt have his comm

RedBoiiiii: they had to clear him had to get his kit off

CrispyDomino: Do you know he’s okay?

RedBoiiiii: like i said, peachy

d0nut man: uh yeah, i wasn’t joking about an unplanned stop in the Kamino system.

d0nut man: what are we doing here

DEATH: I have a terrible feeling about this

DressedtotheNines: Please don’t say that, every time Kenobi says that, bad stuff happens

Leafs: Wait, Echo left Sevenset in charge of Fives?

CrispyDomino: Yes

Loopy: wait why

CrispyDomino: Bc I assume he got to ARC trooper SOMEHOW

RedBoiiiii: look hes’ fine!!! I’m still with him!!

DEATH: Nero’s hiding something. The 118th is definitely going to Kamino for crimes.

CrispyDomino: CRIMES???

d0nut man: oooohh yay I hope it’s kidnapping :)

d0nut man: that’s my favorite crime

d0nut man: been in a high crimes and misdemeanors kinda mood lately

Leafs: I have so many questions I do not want answers for.

CrispyDomino: Okay okay, since I’m about to go into another firefight

CrispyDomino: I am choosing to believe the crimes and my batcher are unrelated.

RedBoiiiii: good choice

Double Trouble: they are so related

Loopy: yeah, definitely

Submarine: Hey… probably a bad time to ask, but is anyone else going on leave soon?

d0nut man: well we were suPPOSED TO

Loopy: not official leave, just stopping by 000 for a restock n stuff, but yeah

Leafs: I do have leave soon, yes

DressedtotheNines: Yeah, we’re here already, set for a couple weeks

DEATH: Get some noodles. I’m sure Mira and Saleha will be overjoyed to see you.

RedBoiiiii: aw that’s actually sweet!

DEATH: They haven’t met you yet, don’t get your hopes up.

RedBoiiiii: :/

RedBoiiiii: Hey sir

RedBoiiiii: Is it true you and cmdr bacara invented Knife Monopoly when drunk the first time?

Double Trouble: THEY DID WHAT NOW???

Submarine: Oh is that why so many Novas play that game?

Leafs: Wait it’s an actual game?? With knives??

Loopy: it better have knives, i’ll be disappointed if it doesn’t

CrispyDomino: Sevenset you are supposed to be watching my brother

CrispyDomino: not tempting Death himself

DressedtotheNines: I … I’m not sure what to think

d0nut man: I think Seven’s about to vanish under mysterious circumstances

Submarine: Yes, it does involve knives. I’ve never played though.

DEATH: Echo, I have it on good authority that the kid you sent to Kamino is in good hands

CrispyDomino: WHOSE AUTHORITY

DEATH: My old trainer

RedBoiiiii: she didn’t mention anything else…?

DEATH: She told me everything.

DEATH: But for now, all these laser brains need to know is it is being handled.

CrispyDomino: There’s an EVERYTHING???

RedBoiiiii: an Everything that is fine, yes!

-scene break-

All of them.

Every single clone.

Sevenset looked from the glowing green lights on the display screen to the tower of growth tubes before them.

All of them had these things in their heads, waiting for activation. Activation for what? AZ hadn’t been able to figure out what these bioengineered things could be used for. The only data point they had was Tup, and he had been whisked off somewhere by Trainer Tumun. Hopefully.

“So that means…” Fives said, pulling off his helmet, “we’re all part of this. Whatever reason these things exist, it… it affects all of us.”

“It would appear so, yes.” Even AZ looked as surprised as he could.

The sudden sound of a door hissing as it slid open made them all spin around, Fives automatically raising his blaster.

Kark.

It was Nala Se, one of the head doctors on Kamino, and a distinctly unpleasant person. She approached with raised hands.

“Stay where you are,” Fives told her sharply. Sevenset wanted to edge closer to him, just in case he did something really stupid, but he didn’t move.

“Why are you doing this?” the doctor asked.

“Take a guess,” he shot back before Fives could. “You thought you could cover up putting bioengineered hardware into our brains, and no one would notice? No one would get curious?”

The doctor ignored or otherwise dismissed the blatant threat Fives posed, and continued to approach them with her hands visible. “Curious about what?” she asked peaceably.

Sevenset moved to the side, revealing the display screen and gesturing at it. “This?” he demanded. Fives flanked the doctor and corralled her towards the screen. “What is it?”

“That is a structural inhibitor chip,” she explained, her voice never changing. It always freaked him out that Kaminoans had little to no inflection. Like somehow, their scientific findings had placed them above emotions. “It is supposed to prevent you from being aggressive,” she went on, looking over her shoulder at Fives, who still had a blaster on her. “Like your source, Jango Fett.”

Sevenset laughed. Dry and cynical. “Less aggressive?” he said. “I’m sorry, have you met some of the Alphas? And who thinks of putting an inhibitor on aggression in soldiers, eh?”

“Jedi Master Sypho Dias instructed us to introduce these structures during the growth cycle,” Nala Se replied evenly.

Fives blinked, casting a glance at Sevenset. “The Jedi did this?”

“No way.” Sevenset shook his head. “If the Jedi wanted this done—if they were the ones to blueprint this thing—then why did General Ti have no idea about it? She’s been here for ages.”

Nala Se’s enormous eyes narrowed. “I do not pretend to know the workings of the Jedi.”

“The Jedi wouldn’t do this,” he repeated, pointing to the tower of tubies next to them.

“It is not uncommon to put inhibitors in clones.”

AZ had spun his body around and dug out Tup’s chip. “I have analyzed clone Tup’s inhibitor chip. Apparently, it has failed.”

“Until this point,” Nala Se said, glaring at Fives, “there has never been a problem.”

“Well, I specialize in making my own problems,” Sevenset told her, taking a step toward her.

“And you’ve got a big one right now,” Fives growled, nudging the nose of his blaster into the small of the doctor’s back for emphasis.

Sevenset saw the door open this time, allowing General Ti and a few Kamino Guards into the room. Fives darted around Nala Se, keeping her between them and the new threats.

“Don’t move!” one of the guards ordered as they ran.

They came to a stop upon realizing the doctor was between them and their targets. General Ti ignited her lightsaber. “Drop your weapon,” she demanded.

“Did you know about this?” Fives replied, jerking his head to indicate the display screen. “The inhibitor chips the Jedi ordered them to put in our brains?”

She surveyed them, calculating. “I have no recollection of any one of my Order informing me of such things. Do you have evidence?”

AZ whirred forward, still holding Tup’s chip. “Right here,” he said. “This is the chip taken from clone trooper Tup. As you can see, it appears blackened and rotten. This sickness caused the malfunction.”

“But what caused the sickness?” the Jedi wanted to know.

“We don’t know,” Sevenset admitted.

“It doesn’t matter!” Fives argued. “What matters is it happened. And it could happen again. More clones could turn against their Jedi, or their brothers. The entire Republic Army could be compromised if someone figured out a way to activate these chips on purpose!”

That was something Sevenset had not considered yet. It hadn’t occurred to him that these chips might have a purpose outside of… well, they didn’t know yet. What if there was a manual activation? Or a secret code?

“There is no proof of any of this!” Nala Se interjected, finally showing some of the frustration she must have been feeling for a while. “This is an isolated incident. Besides, when you removed Tup’s chip, his health deteriorated immensely.”

Rude.

“We’re fine, aren’t we?” Fives said, raising an eyebrow at her.

“What does that matter?”

“We removed our chips as well,” Sevenset said, pointing to the bandage over the incision on his skull.

AZ held up the chips. “Here they are, very healthy.”

“Then you are both threats and should be considered dangerous,” Nala Se said sharply. “Master Jedi, they should be terminated immediately.”

“I am not a piece of kriffing hardware!” Fives exclaimed, and Sevenset had to agree with him on his anger.

“We’re ARC troopers,” he added. “We’ve laid our lives on the line for the Republic countless times, and you want to terminate us because we found out about your chips?”

“Because you have removed your chips,” Nala Se hissed at him. “And technically, you are both property of the Kaminoan government.”

Sevenset blinked, honestly shocked. He knew the Kaminoans weren’t to be trusted, nor did they place any real value in a trooper’s life, but to hear it like that? To actually be labeled property? He’d have gotten no better on Nal Hutta. Or Zyggeria! Were these chips… they couldn’t be slave chips, could they?

“Correction.” General Ti’s strong voice cut through his spiraling thoughts. She extinguished her blade and lowered the hilt to her side. “Technically, they are ‘property’ of the Republic.”

“They are a danger to themselves and to others,” Nala Se argued, her small head swaying on her long neck as she struggled to remain civilized. “They must be terminated.”

“Oh, for Maker’s sake,” Sevenset spat. “Just say killed. It’s what you mean, right? You wanna kill us? Don’t hide behind words as long as your neck.”

“I believe,” said General Ti, cutting off the doctor’s reply, “their fates are for me to decide.” She lifted her chin. “Fives, you are coming with me to Coruscant. Sevenset will accompany him. You will tell your story to the Chancellor.”

The Chancellor? He was going to see the Chancellor himself? Not an aide, not Mas Amedda, but the actual, real-live Chancellor, who got his robe unravelled by Commander Thire that one time?

Nala Se finally moved, harshly pushing away the blaster Fives had been holding half-heartedly at her chest. “Master Jedi—”

“Sounds great, when do we leave?” Sevenset interrupted, hurrying to get ahead of her.

He could feel Nala Se’s enormous grey eyes boring into the back of his head.

“The chancellor wanted all the data on Tup, correct?” General Ti continued, a confident light in her eyes as she typed something into her comm unit. “We’re sending the data, Tup’s tumor, and the two other samples, and Fives and Sevenset will go with them.”

The Kaminoan doctor drew herself up to her full, impressive height. “Then I am going with them.”

Oh, please no. Sevenset had exactly zero desire to spend several hours in hyperspace with her anywhere near him. He saw Fives felt similarly, and he turned his gaze to the general, hoping to communicate just how much he didn’t want this to happen.

But her hands must have been tied. She narrowed her eyes slightly, but agreed. “As you wish, Doctor.”

The door opened yet again, admitting a small team of Kamino Guards bearing two stretchers between them. Sevenset watched Fives sit down on one before doing the same on the other.

“Thank you, General,” Fives said as the Jedi began to turn away. “For believing us.”

“It’s not a matter of belief, Fives,” she told him, her face impassible. “It is simply the right thing to do.”

…Jedi.

In watching her leave, Sevenset was caught off guard by one of the guards approaching him with a syringe in his hand. He instantly shied away from it, holding a hand up. “Whoa, hold on. What is that?” He looked over to Fives, seeing him rub his neck as another guard walked away from him.

“A weak sedative.”

“I don’t want a sedative,” he said. “I don’t care if it’s weaker than a day-old porg.”

“It’s preventative.”

“Against?” he asked, a little flummoxed. “What, you think I’m gonna jump up and escape? Escape where?”

“It’s not my call,” the guard replied, sounding a little apologetic.

He glanced up at Nala Se, whose back was to him as she followed the general out of the room. Probably standard procedure. Probably. He still didn’t want it.

“Don’t give it to me, or I will jump up and do something about it,” he said, then lay back on the stretcher. “Now get going.”

The guard looked confused, standing there without purpose. But eventually, the guard manning the stretcher just shook his head and turned him toward the doors. Good. His method of wasting people’s time until they gave him what he wanted was still effective. Now… on to Coruscant.

What will happen on Coruscant?? What will the chancellor do?? Will Nala Se finally hit her head on a doorframe?? All that and MORE next month ;) Unless I can't help myself and I post it for the Number Lads 1 year anniversary this month In addition: Maral Tumun is another OC by my friend 23-bears and me. I drew her during OC-tober last year, here.

@23-bears @theultimatesandwich @mercurydancer @persimminwrites @beskarmermaid @darth-void @rndmpeep

#i write things sometimes #star wars fanfic #the clone wars #tcw fanfic #clone trooper ocs #star wars ocs #pantoran oc #mandalorian oc #arc trooper sevenset #arc trooper fives #clone trooper tup #nala se #shaak ti #kaminoans #number lads #numbers gang

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tired0artist · 2 years ago

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| paz vizsla - doodles |

hi again! so this is related to my previous paz vizsla piece, since here I was trying out different faces, scars and species for him (before i settled on the boring human lol). so these are basically just some sketches, that i wanted to share since i know that there are some people out there with headcanons about paz’s race and all that so here you go!

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swartists4palestine · 11 months ago

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Meet the team!!

Here’s a little bit about the people behind the project.

"Hi! I'm Moss, my comfortless comfort character is Boba Fett, and I'm offering icons and busts! Also, I'm big on AOTC but I turn it off right before the battle of Geonosis starts." -@baufraus

Howdy! I'm @maulfucker but you can call me Youni, I love alien ocs and villains the most, and my favorite star wars is Phantom Menace :]

Hi! I’m Ty! (they/them) I’m offering half or full body drawings of your OCs or fave characters! At the moment I’m pretty into rebels and the clone wars :)) -@tyquu

“Hii! I’m gooserolls! (they/he/xe) I am offering pencil or colored digital portraits of ocs or canon characters! I love all things mandalorians, although the clone wars has a special place in my heart too :] -@gooserolls

"Hiya, I'm Mel (or Melon) (she/her) I'm offering coms of ocs or canon characters! I especially love drawing togruta and prequel era characters but have fun with most any portrait :>" -@notsomeloncholy

"Hello, I'm Nova (he/they) and I'll be offering commissions of your OCs! I am obsessed with Mandos, Chiss and the First Order, and a big fan of Empire strikes back". -@mandalorian-general

"hello hello, I'm Crypt, (they/them) lover of animation, ocs and all things silly. Offering half body and full body sketches and doodles. Favourite characters? No one in particular, but I'm fond of the clones and Hondo" -@dragon-subway

“I’m Ben, (he/him) an art student who aspires to be a character designer. I’ll be offering character portraits and sketches! My favorite Star Wars tends to be animation, in particular the Clone Wars and the Bad Batch!” -@phi-guy

"Hey I'm @stealingpotatoes, (she/her) but you can call me Potes! I'm offering half-lined doodles for donations! My favourite sw character is Cal Kestis (closely followed by Ahsoka and the Skywalker fam), but I can't wait to draw your faves too!"

Hello! I'm Anemonet and I will be doing coloured sketches ^-^ I'm a big Aayla Secura fan and togruta enthusiast, I am also very fond of the prequel trilogy (its so bad, I love it to bits). -@tenomenema

hi, i’m caws!! (he/him) i’m a big fan of the prequel trilogy, the clone wars, and rebels :) i’m offering colored digital sketches of ocs and canon characters! -@cawsceries

hihi! I’m Ophelia, doing comms of ocs or canon characters! Offering digital art—big fan of pantorans but I’ll do my best with anything -@sithbian

"hi!! my name is deck. im offering colored half body drawings of ocs and canon characters. im all about prequels era and tcw but tbh like anything" -@ddeck

“Hi! I’m sam (he/they), I’m an art student who loves the original trilogy, clones (especially cody)and mandalorians. I‘m offering colored sketches and painted pieces, from headshot to full body, depending on the amount donated. I’m alright with most subjects, oc and canon, but I particularly love drawing clones and most sw alien species :)” -@aspic31

Hello there! My name is Lee and Im a big ole fan of clone wars, bad batch, and the Mandalorian! I’m happy to do half body digital drawings of canon clones, clone ocs, and mando ocs (if you have an approved Mandalorian Mercs armor happy to do them!!! -@ofteasandherbs

"Hello, I'm S_C_G! (she/her) I'm offering short one shots. I love the prequels, jedi, mandalorians, and star wars in general." -@s-c-g-s-c-g

“Hello there! I’m @steepedfoxglovetea (they/she/he) and I’ll write medium length one shots. I love writing about The High Republic, the Rebellion, and just after RotS”

“Hi I’m @lost-in-derry (she/they) on tumblr and ao3! I can write short to medium length one shots about Rebels and Clone Wars”

“hi!! i’m lee (she/her), i’m offering short fics between 300-600 words of canon characters/ocs from the prequel/tcw era or original trilogy era.” -@kookyburrowing

"Hi! I'm Lil, (she/her), and I'm a big fan of the Bad Batch, but open to drawing any Star Wars characters or OCs with clear references. I'm taking comms for bust, half-body, and full body colored sketches. Willing to do flat color for higher donations! From the river to the sea." -@the-little-moment

Hi! I’m Trip (they/them) I’m a disabled artist and I’ve been a star wars fan since 2008 I am a really big ahsoka fan, Cody fan, Just mostly a clone wars guy but I love all of star wars all around I will draw any star wars characters but I prefer clone wars era :) -@triple-a-artist

my name is cer (he/him) and i draw sometimes. i also write but poorly so i probably won't do that. i like drawing clone troopers and ahsoka...mostly anything star wars the clone wars 2008 related. i still don't know how to draw anakin but i can definitely figure that out given time -@aliettali

i am ochi and i draw/animate (mostly draw)!! i like star wars the clone wars 2008 a lot and also bright colors and lighting. happy to be here!! -@ochi-does-art

Hi, I’m @chiliger and I’m offering sketch and simple flat color portraits of OC’s and canon characters. I especially love the clones, but Rogue One and Screecher’s Reach have a special place in my heart.

#artists for palestine #meet the team

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adhd-coyote · 25 days ago

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Sooooooo I’ve got a new Mandalorian oc!!! Meet Kalaar Hett’tra!!

“Kalaar” is a combination of the Mando’a words for “blade” (kal) and “song” (laar), and “Hett’tra” directly translates to “burning sky.” I spent a while on that name and I am very proud of it :D

He’s a bounty hunter in the Clone Wars/Early Empire era. His parents were members of the Haat Mando’ade (True Mandalorians), but they were killed in the Galidraan Massacre when he was still a teenager. He went on the run and built a reputation as an elite bounty hunter. When hunting, he goes by the name “Genet”, the Mando’a word for “grey.” To Mandalorians, grey is the color of mourning. No surprise that a grieving teen chose that name to go by.

What species is he? To be honest, you could probably call him a humanoid mutt. He’s got the typical Mandalorian genetic soup. His most prominent features, the red hair and blue-tinted skin, come from an Icarii ancestor, along with his ability to recover quickly from severe injuries. He’s got fangs and claw-like nails from some Cathar or Farghul heritage, and excellent memory and agility from a Kage. There’s a few other undefined species thrown in there as well; he’s never tried to figure out what parts of him come from where.

After the death of his parents, he’s spent most of his life alone, save for his charhound, Edee, who he found as a puppy not long after his parents’ death. And, within the last few years, he’s started picking up some kids of his own. Truly living up to his Mando’ade heritage, lol. He’s got Prri, a Pantoran/Theelin hybrid; Osor, a Pantoran; Meeko, a Squib; and an as-of-yet unnamed Twi’lek (or Twi’lek hybrid). All but Meeko belong to various internet friends, and I’ll talk about them later <3

For now, that’s Kalaar!! Feel free to ask any questions, I’d love to talk more about him :3

#my oc #star wars oc #mandalorian oc #mandalorians #kalaar hetttra #the clone wars #bounty hunter oc #my art

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stars-n-spice · 1 year ago

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I finally went and did it! After fucking months of planning, coming up with ideas, procrastinating, and not doing what I should've been doing to get this done, I finally managed to start on my Khea Nultez fic!

I seriously started this first chapter maybe like,, four months ago. I wrote maybe 1k words and then came back to it, fucking scrapped what I had and rewrote it. Now I've got a 4k first chapter!

To be completely honest with y'all, my ideas are all over the place and I don't actually know how consistent I'm going to be with this or how many chapters there's going to be, but I just really fucking wanted to write something for Khea because I love her and I want you guys to love her too :D

Anywho, without further ado, Jate'Kata: A Course to Steer By!

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The blaster shots echoed through the loading dock, each red bolt another desperate footstep on wet, concrete floors—one after the other. Every other beat was filled with the sound of a thumping heart pounding, rattling, inside the skull of the unlucky soul on the other end of the blaster fire.

An unlucky soul by the name of Khea Nultez. Mandalorian of Clan Nultez. A Mandalorian who was having an unfortunate, frustrating, just kriffing wonderful night filled with pirates and being shot at. A Mandalorian who, if she didn’t hurry, was either going to miss out on getting her credits or was going to meet the Maker themself. Honestly, she didn’t know which one was worse.

“Dank farrik, this is what I get isn’t it?” She muttered under shallow breaths, holding her side as she pushed on through the fog surrounding her, gradually losing the trigger-happy pirate goons on her trail. At her hip, her skin crawled and every step with her right leg sent a subtle, sharp spark of pain up her side, all thanks to a newly acquired blaster burn from a stray blaster shot. Thankfully, it seemed to finally be clotting, but it stung and burned enough to be a literal pain in her side. Even worse, it tore a nice little hole in her kute and now she was going to have to patch it up.

If she made it back alive to actually patch it back up.

“Ero! Ero! Come in!”

Khea’s strained voice echoed through her helmet, her eyes darting around as she rounded the corner and pressed against a shipping container to catch her breath, confident she finally lost the guys on her trail. She looked down at the blistering wound in her side and made a face, scrunching her nose and sticking out her tongue at the sight of it. That was definitely going to need a bacta patch soon.

She groaned and covered it back with her hand, “Ero, you better pick up you blue son of a-”

“I’m here, I’m here. What happened?”

Khea sighed in relief at the sound of her friend’s voice through her comms. There wasn’t a lick of concern or worry in his voice (rather, it was more irritation than anything) but Khea was going to skip over that fact because at least for once he managed to pick up.

“I’m going to need a bacta patch when I get back. Some bastard kriffing shot me,” Khea glanced back down at the wound, frowning slightly, her voice making it out to be some minor inconvenience rather than something that would’ve been a major concern for anyone else who wasn’t constantly shot at on a daily basis.

“Oh yeah? Gee, I wonder why they did that,” Ero scoffed on the other end, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Khea could practically see him roll his eyes.

However, a heavy sigh followed it and his tone changed into something a little more sympathetic; “Where? Is it bad?”

“On my side, my kute is ripped and it’s all blistered and clotting…It’s disgusting,” Khea answered with a huff, making another face at it before her head shot back up at the sound of shouting coming from not too far away from where she’s hiding.

“I thought your beskar was supposed to save you from this kind of stuff,” Ero teased, making Khea roll her eyes in annoyance.

“It doesn’t cover everything, di'kut. You know that.” Khea hissed back, lowering her range finder as she poked her head out from the side of the shipping container, trying to pinpoint where the voices were coming from.

Just a few shipping containers away from her, she spots them–three pirate goons, one of them a Tradoshan who was sniffing the air for her, all of them with blasters, and who were no doubt hot on her trail. With a frustrated sigh, she pulled away from the edge and started moving again, a hand on her wound, the other on her blaster as she hoped the further away she got the harder it would be for the Trandoshan to sniff her out. Those damn Tradoshans and their excellent sense of smell would be Khea’s demise one day, she just knew it.

“So are you going to have the bacta patch ready or not?” Khea asked in a low voice, the other end of her comm going silent aside from the sound of shuffling around.

“Yeah, yeah, I will,” Ero responded a few seconds later, sounding just a tad bit irritated, “Did you get the vials?”

Khea laughed softly, “Of course I did. Why do you think I got shot?”

“Dunno, thought maybe you accidentally shot yourself while cleaning your blasters again,” Ero chuckled, his voice slowly becoming the more playful and teasing tone Khea knew all too well.

“That has never once happened, Ero and you know it,” Khea responded, wanting to sound threatening, but her voice came out in a nervous laugh, revealing her lie.

“Sure thing, burc'ya,” Ero snickers before falling silent. A few moments pass as Khea navigates through the shipping yard, occasionally glancing back to make sure she’s still good when he finally speaks again.

“Get back safely.”

Khea smiled softly at those words, chuckling to herself as the comm line immediately goes dead after Ero’s said his piece.

“Sure thing, burc'ya,” Khea replied in a slightly mocking tone, echoing his words from earlier to the silence in her helmet before she hurried along, getting closer and closer to her tucked-away ship. Therefore, getting closer and closer to getting paid. Oh, and seeing Ero again and getting fixed up, of course. But most importantly, getting paid.

Of course, there were better, safer, ways of getting paid, but this was what Khea knew. It was everything she was familiar with. Thrill and danger, risk and reward. A peculiar dance that Khea knew all the steps to, even if she tended to trip and stumble from time to time. A profession that found her and stayed with her, no matter her attempts to try and leave it. Funny how fate works like that.

A handful of years ago, Khea had found herself on Takodana, trying to run from everything she ever knew; Mandalore, her parents, her brother, her mistakes, regrets, and memories. On Takodana, she could start anew. She would be a new face, a mystery, a person who walked the line between lies and reality, a free hire, a girl wandering the planet, searching for a purpose.

It was there where she met Jaawl Wobarc. A filthy Nikto pirate lord who was in need of someone like Khea; an ‘assistant,’ someone who could do his bidding, both personal and business, to ensure his safety and occupy his time. It gave her something to do, it paid well, she had benefits, a ship, and most importantly, a purpose. Or at least, what felt like a purpose.

It didn't take long for her to realize blindly following someone's orders wasn't what she wanted from life and that maybe somewhere out in the vast, now quickly changing galaxy that maybe there was some better purpose out there for her. Sure, five years was technically a long time but it could have been longer, right?

So with the help of one, Ero Teval, a Pantoran she managed to befriend (and who she seemed to be unable to get rid of) during her time in Takodana, she managed to get away.

For a second time.

That’s how she ended up on Ord Mantell, hiding from Jaawl who thought she was dead, hiding from the Empire who seemed to hate bounty hunters, and hiding from the calling to change what the galaxy was becoming.

After all, there was no point in returning home, not after what she did, not after what happened. And while Khea held a deep, burning hatred for the newly formed Empire and what they were doing, she knew that there wasn’t much she could do. Just to stay low, keep out of trouble, and figure out a way to make ends meet.

At first, that meant setting up a repair shop with Ero, fixing things up for once instead of destroying them, a little place they could pretend to call home on the strip of shops and places that lined the market streets. Someplace where they could lay low from everything and pretend they were normal civilians and not a Mandalorian bounty hunter and a Pantoran assassin trying to make ends meet.

But old habits die hard.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Khea's eyes widened at the sudden sound of blaster fire and she cursed under her breath. She looked away from the vials in her pouch, mentally kicking herself for letting her mind wander, as she quickly took off again, firing behind her as she weaved through the shipping containers to where her ship, The Jade Rabbit, was waiting.

The chase was back on again.

Khea ran, hand at her side, blaster firing over her shoulder blindly at the three pirates after her. They were shouting something at her and she was shouting too, nothing that could be made out over the blaster fire, not that it mattered anyway.

"Kriff this…" Khea muttered eyes narrowed in frustration and irritation.

"Might as well give it up now boys!" She shouted back at them as she quickly switched tactics and took to the skies, turning to give herself a better shot at them. "No one likes a try-hard!"

The Tradoshan snapped and hissed back at her, but Khea couldn't care less about what he was saying about her mother and instead, she lowered her range finder at the three and fired her rocket before they could shoot her from the sky.

She watched with wide eyes and a grin as the rocket hit its mark, blowing the three back and off their feet. It was glorious, as explosions go, and though she should've dipped the moment the rocket hit its target, she couldn't help but watch for a second or two in admiration.

Three seconds…four seconds…five-

KA-BOOM!

About a klick away something exploded. Khea looked up to see a great big ball of smoke, flame, and rubble where the pirate’s ship had been. Debris rained down on the ocean and harbor below the ship, hitting other containers and speeders, making them blow up and catch fire just the same as the ship had done. She had just been on that ship, having grabbed what she needed, killed who she needed to, and dipped. There wasn’t a need to blow the ship to pieces, so Khea hadn’t bothered to waste precious explosives on the ship. So whatever that was, for once, was not her doing, and she couldn't help but be jealous of whoever caused it. Her own little explosion looked like nothing compared to the explosion that was happening overhead.

Of course, all of that didn't really matter. Snapping out of it, Khea shook those useless thoughts away and took off toward the direction of her ship, letting the sound of carnage disappear behind her. She was determined to make sure that one little (big) explosion wasn't going to be the reason she didn't make it back to Ero with what she promised to get for their buyer. Besides, she didn't want to explain to Ero that she got shot out of the sky because she was too busy looking at an explosion and being jealous. He'd never let her hear the end of it.

"Ero..hey, Ero.."

Khea muttered into her comms as she hobbled up into her ship, finally safe, readying it to take off.

"Oh, she lives," Ero’s voice responded almost immediately, making Khea chuckle softly to herself.

"Yes, I'm headed over now," she informed, sitting down in the pilot seat with a bit of a hiss as pain shot up her side.

"You alright..? How's the wound?" Ero then asked, hearing the hiss of pain, now sounding just a little more concerned than he usually let himself be.

"Fine. I'll live," Khea responded, preparing the ship for take-off, ignoring how her side started to sting again as the adrenaline started to wear off.

"You better…" Ero muttered before adding a quiet, "Get back safe."

Khea smiled softly and rolled her eyes fondly, "I will…"

The line went silent for a bit before Ero finally spoke again, "And if it's no trouble for you, we need more caf."

Khea laughed and shook her head, "Fine..I'll get it on the way. But you owe me."

"I'll owe you a bacta patch, how about that?" Ero snorted on the other end.

"Rude," Khea laughed.

"I think you mean 'fair,' burc'ya." Ero cooed on the other end.

"Whatever, I'll see you soon," Khea chuckled softly before cutting the line and taking off.

With a sigh, Khea watched as the remnants of the explosion smoke and glow ablaze not too far from her and she silently wondered who exactly caused the explosion and why. She just couldn't help herself. After all, it hadn't been her. Was someone else on the ship? Was it a malfunction?

As bad as she wanted to know, she had to get out of there, so ignoring her growing questions, she finally took off, and charted back to Ord Mantell. Had she stopped to think about it for a few minutes longer, she would've seen the ship that took off a few klicks away. A ship carrying a batch of some rather disappointed and frustrated individuals who were having just a kriffing wonderful night.

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un-named-dumbfuckers · 4 months ago

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My sweet baby girl Tasaia Stralkost wearing symbols of Her Clan

gold- clan Stralkost, though one of the younger clans like clan Kryze, has origins in Beskar mining. They were one of the first houses to mix beskar with other metals preferring to mix it with gold to increase flexibility, lowering the melting point as well as making it easier and lighter for jewelry making and cloth weaving. leading to the use of Beskar thread and beskar-lined clothing with modern mando'ad.

white- for Mandalorians white symbolizes new beginnings and its one of the colours Her father Danx chose to cover up the elements of gold on his armour after he ran away and became a bounty hunter.

Red- for Mandalorians the colour red means to honour a parent and for clan Stralkost it symbolizes to honour all that have come before.

Orange- for Mandalorians orange means a lust for life. this is also one of the colours Danx chose to cover up the gold on his armour after becoming a bounty hunter.

the snake- built from the symbol of house Kast the symbol of clan Stralkost is a cobra positioned in a spiral holding a dagar with melted gold on the tip.

the green detailing is just a pretty addition i liked and conveniently ties in her mother Barriss and brother Korivad

#star wars #star wars fanart #starwars oc #art #original character #pantoran #mandalor #mandalorian oc #mandalorian lore #mandalorian culture #mandalorians #mandalorian clan lore

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violetjedisylveon · 9 months ago

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Amnesia Chapter 16 - Kir'manir(to adopt)

Bad Batch Omega centric au

Summary: Freyu is planning something special for Omega, unaware of the revelation her ward had that she's been holding close to the chest.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: self loathing, self deprecation, perceived child abandonment

A/N: Hello there from College Hell! I haven't watched any of season 3 yet, no spoilers please.

Enjoy!

Bad Batch Amnesia AU Masterpost

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Freyu got to Mlikix very early in the morning, the sun hadn't even risen yet but she wasn't worried. She hadn't been bothered since giving her threat five days earlier, and the town would still have enough people around that she felt safe. And Cai would provide what she had requested.

Besides, it was a good day. It was a really great day.

Four months ago today, she had found Omega.

Tesi had been encouraging her to do something for it, a third of a year spent living with someone wasn't nothing. She had relented eventually and was now in town to pick up what she had gotten for Omega.

It was sorta like a birthday? They could call the original date she was found her birthday since they would likely never know when the date actually was, and that seemed appropriate, but waiting another eight months was way too long. She could ask what Omega thought of it too before making anything “official”.

Besides, Omega had been upset lately. Freyu could sense the churning emotions she was hiding, she wasn't going to force the answer out. This little celebration should cheer her up.

Freyu hadn't really celebrated anything in years, Maatsu was the one who liked to celebrate all those traditions and holidays. She hadn't really seen the point in celebrating when he wasn't there, she'd of course do something for Jicelli, but those celebrations always felt so hollow.

Then when Maatsu died they became empty reminders- Nope! She wasn't going there! This was going to be a good day.

She couldn't help the smile on her face as she picked up the crate from the shipping dock, and not just because of the worker's expression at her lifting the crate with ease, it wasn't that heavy anyway. No, she was giddy and smiling because… she hadn't really felt this happy in a while.

She was excited.

She hadn't felt this sort of giddy excitement in years.

Freyu made it back to her house without any incident. Her threat really must have worked wonders, maybe they had even left entirely. That would be nice.

…Maybe a little too nice given her history…

Freyu set the crate on the table and got to work.

XXX

Omega smelled something sweet as she sleepily came downstairs.

Freyu's making something tasty! That excitable, buzzy part of her brain said, silencing the heavy, bitter part that hung around the edges of her mind every time she woke up.

She smiled and excitedly descended, shaking off her negative headspace.

“What are you making Freyu?!” She asked as she jumped the last step.

Boa yipped and sat on her hind legs, licking her cheek with her slobbery tongue. She giggled while patting between the Chrysocy's horns. Cassony padded up and rubbed her legs, curling a tendril around her arm in her usual greeting. Omega made sure to give the older Chrysocy some love too.

“I'm making a surprise! Don't come in the kitchen, why don't you turn on the holonet and watch something, or practice some Mando'a.” Freyy instructed from the kitchen.

Omega peered around the corner and found the kitchen curtain had been drawn, blocking her view of whatever Freyu was doing.

The Pantoran suddenly popped out from behind the curtain and gave her a pointed look.

“No peeking Meg'ika.” She ordered sternly.

“Fine.” Omega huffed, crossing her arms for extra pouting effect.

“Nice try but I am immune to the effects of pouting.” Freyu said, tapping her nose gently.

“Now shoo, I'm busy.” She made a shooing motion and disappeared behind the curtain.

“You've got something in your hair!” Omega called out.

“I know!” Freyu called back.

Omega rolled her eyes and went over to the couch to watch something. She and Freyu had been watching the How To Train Your Mythosaur series together, she felt like watching that today.

Once the show started, Boa lept onto the caf table and curled around her feet. Then Cassony jumped up onto the couch and sat on her lap. And then Iri flew down and sat on her head.

Oh I see what they're doing. Omega scowled.

“You gonna have Asichi come sit on me too?” She shouted towards the kitchen.

“No, Asichi is helping me in here.” Freyu answered.

“Wait, what? Really?” Omega craned her neck to see if she could spot the horse's shadow.

“No, Meg'ika, I'm just messing with you. Asichi is out grazing. Tesi is helping.” Freyu told her.

Omega crossed her arms, to the best of her ability with Cassony laying fully on top of her, and tried to be angry. But Cassony was too cute to ignore and she quickly gave in to the temptation to pet the adorable creature holding her hostage.

It took a little while, and the smell from the kitchen was absolutely amazing. Sweet and spicy and citrusy smells were mixing together in a pleasant aroma that made her even hungrier.

“Freyu, are you going to tell me what you're making yet?!” Omega called out.

“Nope! Hey, what's your spice tolerance? Eh never mind, I think I have a pretty good handle on that.” Freyu called back.

Omega waited a little bit longer, catching spare bits of a conversation between Freyu and Tesi. From what she was hearing, Freyu was nervous about something, which was definitely strange, Freyu wasn't ever nervous, and Tesi was talking her down.

Soon after that, she heard the curtain get pulled open and, before she could react, hands covered her eyes.

“Freyu! What are you doing?!” Omega giggled.

“Making sure you don't peek.” Freyu said.

The Pantoran easily lifted her over the couch and set her on the ground.

“Okay and walk forwards, nothing's in your way.” Freyu told her.

Still giggling, Omega walked forwards with her arms out to feel for the table, though she trusted Freyu to keep her safe. She grabbed onto the table when she found it and stopped.

“Okay I'm taking my hands off but don't peek.” Freyu instructed sternly.

“Alright.” Omega agreed.

She heard Freyu step away and set something up before walking back around to her again.

“Open up.”

Omega opened her eyes to see the table filled with food and a very anxious Freyu.

“Is something important happening today?” She asked.

Freyu didn't make this much food at once unless they were having company.

“Oh! Well, you've been here four months today, Tesi suggested doing something and, well I guess I got a bit carried away.” Freyu said, anxiously fidgeting her fingers.

“You're acting funny.” Omega pointed out.

“I- yeah… I probably am.” Freyu chuckled nervously.

“So um, food! I made some food, what do you want?” Freyu asked.

Omega looked back to the assortment of options laid out for her?

Why would Freyu do all this for me? She knew how much trouble she had brought into her guardian's life.

Only a few options looked familiar to her.

“What is there?” she asked.

Freyu brightened almost immediately.

“There's lots of things. Tiingilar, it's usually really spicy but I made it less spicy for you, Cufiasnip, we've got some fruits from the greenhouse, and I made some tarts from Pantora! It's got raspberries in it.” Freyu pointed to the couple of tarts with blue and purple filling.

“I made an Uj'alayi too, oh, that's a type of cake, it's Mando'a. And there's some snowgrass soup, and I made a couple types of bread, so you can really just take what you want.” Freyu said.

Omega eyed her ori'vod. Freyu was definitely acting weird, but she was smiling and looked happy…?

“Aren't you going to tell her what this means before she partakes in this ritual?” Tesi prompted Freyu.

Her ori'vod's face flushed indigo with embarrassment as she turned on the droid.

“I was going to!” She shouted.

Freyu stubbornly turned away from the droid and looked down to her.

“Snowgrass is an important food for Pantorans, a snowgrass soup is a very… significant dish, even more so when it's being presented to someone outside the community or… or a family…” Freyu trailed off with her face turning purple.

“Okay… why are you being so weird still?” Omega asked.

Tesi rolled her electronic eyes and patted Freyu's shoulder.

“You're a mess, cyar'ika, let me handle this.” Tesi said.

“I'm not a mess.” Freyu huffed indignantly and crossed her arms.

Omega giggled, she didn't see Freyu pout that often, it was funny when she did, her cheeks puffed out and sometimes her cheeks turned purple.

“Cyar'ika, you're the color of a rue leaf.” Tesi chided before turning to her.

“What your ori'vod is failing to say without changing color is that this is a Pantoran welcoming ritual, they share significant foods to bring someone new into their family, and it's an offer of a gai bal manda, that's the mandalorian adoption ceremony. It's a welcoming into a family from both cultures, ad'ika.” Tesi said.

Adoption ceremony. Freyu wants to-

“What?” Omega looked to Freyu with wide eyes, surprisingly, her ori'vod almost looked scared. Freyu was never scared.

“You want me in your family?” She asked in astonishment.

She wasn't that great, not really. Her first family hadn't wanted her, she knew that very clearly now. With the bounty hunters and troopers and her unknown past, she was already far too much trouble for Freyu.

She had been too much for her first family, that's why they left her, threw her out and let the galaxy do what it pleased with their unwanted daughter.

Why would Freyu ever want her to join her family? Sure it was nice to think of Freyu as a big sister, but why would Freyu want her to worry about?

Why would Freyu want her when… when, when someone else clearly didn't!

Why would she want someone who had already been tossed out?

Omega felt tears on her face. When had she started crying? She rubbed the stubborn tears away.

“Omega? What's wrong?” Freyu asked, voice raising in alarm.

She turned on the Pantoran, crossing her arms. She couldn't speak, if she tried, her stupid emotions would overtake her and she'd be a sobbing mess. Something was telling her that response was wrong and shameful. Just another reason she was unwanted-

“Are… did I upset you?” Freyu whispered hesitantly, fearfully.

Why does she sound scared? That didn't fit with what she knew about Freyu, but then again, there was a lot she didn't know about Freyu.

“Why… why would you want me?” Omega asked.

“Meg'ika-” Omega didn't let her finish.

“Why would you want someone who no one else does?!” Omega balled her fists as the memory flashed through her mind once again.

She had begged. She had pleaded for them to stay. She had screamed for them to not leave her behind.

And they didn't listen.

She wasn't worth enough to keep around so they tossed her out and left her behind without so much as a second thought of what would happen to her after they flew off. They left her alone to fend for herself in that horrible, hostile place.

They abandoned her because she was so worthless!

“Why would you want someone worthless like me?!” She snapped, whirling around to face the Pantoran.

Freyu was kneeling in front of her, one hand over her mouth as she stared at her in shocked horror.

This is it. She knows how worthless you are now, she'll throw you out too! She thought bitterly.

“I found out why I ended up here.” She stated as bitter anger flowed through her body.

“Yeah, turns out whatever family I had didn't want me. I wasn't worth enough to them to keep around. I was too needy and costly for them! They never cared. They threw me, their stupid, dysfunctional, worthless freak of a child out the second it benefited them! They never even cared!” Omega screamed, she screamed in Freyu's face.

“So there it is! Now you know why I ended up here! They didn't want me!” She snarled.

She seethed, feeling the anger rush through her body with only silence ringing in her ears

“I want you.”

Omega looked up at the small, quiet voice. Freyu was still staring at her, Omega couldn't exactly read her expression, but she recognized anger somewhere in the mix. The rational part of her brain told her Freyu was angry at her first family, but she felt like Freyu was angry at her for the blow up.

“Why would anyone want me?” She scoffed.

“I want you.” Freyu repeated.

“uh huh, why? Give me one reason you would want me.” Omega growled.

“I love you.” Freyu said immediately.

All trace if rage or nervousness was gone from her face, there was only fierce determination.

Omega felt the brunt of her anger fade into confusion and pain, she was hurting inside, she didn't know why.

“Why?” was all she could think of to ask.

“Because I care about you. I love you.” Freyu said.

Omega stared up at those golden yellow eyes looking back down at her with such warmth and honesty. She could believe Freyu's words, her actions more than backed it up.

“You love me?”

Freyu leaned forwards and gave her a light keldabe.

“I love you, Meg'ika.” Freyu said.

Omega cried and hugged her ori'vod. A distressing mix of emotions churned around her insides, anger, confusion, grief, joy, relief, and a hundred others she couldn't name.

“Whoever those demagolka(real life monster) were, they deserve aar'ika(to suffer).” Freyu said.

“If I ever meet them, I will make them feel the pain they caused you.” She swore.

Omega nodded, as bad as it might be, she liked the idea in the moment.

“This is very sweet and all, but the food is going cold.” Tesi said.

Freyu groaned in the droid's general direction and got up.

“Let's get some food, vod'ika, we can talk about whatever you want while we eat.” Freyu said, holding out a hand for her, waiting for her unlike them.

Omega took the offered hand and rose off the floor.

“What's that mean anyway? Vod'ika, you keep calling me that.” Omega asked.

Freyu's face flushed again.

“Little sibling.” She admitted.

“And what's ori'vod?” She asked, she had been using it without knowing the meaning for a while now.

“Big sibling, or special, close friend. It's an important word, it has a lot of responsibility. It's every ori'vod's job to protect their vod'ika.” Freyu explained.

Omega hugged her again, feeling her tense up.

“You're a good ori'vod Freyu.” She said.

“You're a pretty great vod'ika too.” Freyu responded, patting her head lightly.

At Tesi's insistence, they quickly got to eating. Omega helped herself to a heaping serving filled with just about everything at the table that Freyu said she could eat. Some of it was naturally poisonous to her.

Everything was super tasty, each bite was packed full of flavor and it was the best meal she had ever eaten in her life.

Omega got more of the snowgrass soup and the blue and purple rice. It was fresh from Pantora, Freyu had picked it up this morning along with a few other things she had used to make this feast.

“Are Pantoran adoptions really this simple?” She asked.

Freyu glanced up and smiled.

“There's a bit more, the meal is a sign that you're welcome and if you accept, it's a celebration for the following inking ritual.” She answered.

“Inking?” Omega echoed.

“Tattoos, you get the family markings, at least that's how my family does it, I don't know how they do it on Pantora anymore, but that's how it used to be.” She said.

“Do I get a tattoo like you?” Omega asked eagerly, she really liked Freyu's tattoos.

“Oh, no, the flowers aren't ready yet. That's where we get the color from. But once I have it ready, you could do it if you want.” Freyu said.

“That's gonna be so cool!” Omega insisted.

Freyu chuckled and went back to eating.

“Are you forgetting about the gai bal manda?” Tesi asked, leaning towards them from her place at the table sipping some… thing, Omega honestly did not understand that droid one bit.

“No, I just haven't gotten there yet.” Freyu huffed.

“What's the gai bal manda?” She asked.

“You'll find out.” Freyu said cheekily.

XXX

Omega laid on the couch with an overly full stomach, Freyu had accidentally over-estimated how much humans could eat, Pantorans could eat much more. That just meant lots of tasty leftovers the next couple of days.

Freyu was finishing up with cleaning, she'd refused her help when she offered. Tesi had said something about her stalling which had Freyu shouting for Tesi to shut up with a purple face.

A few minutes later Freyu came out with a metal pot full of something. The pot was heavily decorated and looked really old. Freyu set it on the caf table and took a deep breath before turning to her.

“I'm going to let you know something that you can't ever tell anyone else, it's extremely important that you understand how secret this is.” Freyu insisted.

I knew there was something she wasn't telling me! Omega thought.

“Omega, this is serious, if it wasn't I would have told you already.” Freyu told her, snapping her fingers to get her attention.

She cocked her head to the side.

“How serious is it?” she asked.

“The Empire would try to kill me.” Freyu said.

Omega gasped, Freyu covered her mouth before she could say anything.

“I didn't say they would kill me, I said they would try to, okay?” She said.

Omega nodded and Freyu removed her hand from her mouth.

“You can't tell anyone about this.” Freyu said one last time.

She sat on her knees and closed her eyes, holding out her arms in front of her chest.

“Oh and stand back, don't wanna burn you.” She added.

Before Omega could ask what she meant, Freyu snapped her fingers and a blue spark burst forth from her hands, erupting into a blue and purple flame that danced above her finger tips.

She stared down at the flickering flame with a saddened smile, then glanced up to her and extended her hands, and the fire, towards her. Omega backed away from the definitely not normal fire and Freyu withdrew her hands, pulling the fire back close to her chest.

Her saddened face was illuminated by her own flames as she moved one hand from beneath the flame.

“I didn't lie to you… but I didn't tell you the truth either.” Freyu said after a moment.

With a flick of her free hand, part of the flame pulled away and danced around her fingers.

“Freyu… how are you doing this…?” She asked.

“You remember when I told you about Maatsu, right?”

She nodded.

“And when I told you about the Force?”

She nodded again.

“I can use it.” Freyu turned her head away as she spoke.

Omega stared at the fire and Freyu, the flames danced calmly as they hovered over her hand. A million questions raced around her head but only one came out.

“Like a Jedi?”

Freyu nodded.

“You said you couldn't be one.” She felt the need to point out.

“I was too old and emotionally unstable for them to be comfortable, my mom didn't make it very far there either. Guess they didn't want to have another failure like her.” Freyu said almost bitterly.

“Your mom was a Jedi? Why didn't she do well?” Omega asked.

“My mom didn't talk about her life much, I didn't know she was one until very recently.” Freyu admitted.

“Okay… so you can do the stuff Jedi can… why is that so bad? It doesn't seem like something that would get you into trouble.” Omega said.

Freyu sighed and closed her palm around the flame, she didn't extinguish it, but she made it incredibly small.

“Do you remember anything about the clone wars? Aside from what people have told you.” She asked.

“No… why? What happened?”

“Honestly I don't really remember, I never paid much attention to the war shit cause I didn't need to, there was just war one day, no war the next time I checked. But there was a bunch of nonsense about the Jedi being traitors, which I seriously doubt is true, and there's that purge you've heard about. I just assumed that the Empire wouldn't react so kindly to someone like me around.” Freyu said.

“It’s not so different from normal, I've never been open about this, I don't just walk around lifting stuff with my mind or starting fires, that isn't smart. I can usually get away with a lot of stuff because I live here and things are just like that here, but I really don't want the Empire finding out. I don't think it would be very fun.” She added.

They'll attack her! She already said they would try to kill her! Omega realized with a jolt of fear.

“They'll take you if they find out, won't they?” She guessed.

Freyu shot her a sympathetic look, nodding.

“They will probably try, but we don't have to worry about that, because they won't find out.” She said confidently.

Omega gave her a small smile and nodded. She would take this secret to her grave. She wasn't going to let anyone take her family away from her again.

Freyu smiled back.

“Alright, let's get on with this.” With a flick of her hand, the lid of the pot she brought in was removed and whatever was within was set ablaze by the spark in her hand.

The flames danced in front of her, bathing the room in a flickering blue and purple light.

“Are you ready?” Freyu asked.

“Yeah, I am.” I'm ready to be wanted.

Freyu took her hand and held it palm up over the fire. She could feel the heat on her skin, but she knew Freyu wouldn't let any harm come to her. A cool liquid was poured into the center of her palm.

“Once I say your name, we turn our hands over.” Freyu whispered.

Omega nodded.

Whatever was in their hands would go into the fire once it was done.

Freyu took in a deep breath and gave her a nervous, excited smile.

“Ni kyr’tayl gia sa’ad, Omega.”

Together, they turned their hands over and let the liquid trickle off into the flame below.

The fire surged, green flashed through the blue flame. For a moment, the flames enveloped her hand but she felt no pain. Freyu held her hand as the fire danced around them before settling back down.

Then she covered the pot again and the fire went out.

“Welcome to the family, Meg'ika.” Freyu said.

Omega slammed herself into her big sister's side and hugged her, Freyu hugged her back and patted her head.

“Just so you know, you're stuck with me forever now. Even if you hate me, I'm going to stick with you no matter what you say, so I hope you're ready to deal with me for the rest of your life.” Freyu teased.

“I wouldn't ever hate you.” Omega told her honestly.

Freyu raised an eyebrow.

“Just wait til I embarrass you in front of someone you have a crush on.” She said.

“Freyu!” Omega whined.

“Now that's more like it.” Freyu said, playfully ruffling up her hair.

XXX

Freyu glanced up from her book as Tesi came into the living room. She and Omega had been watching a movie and Omega fell asleep on her.

“It's good to see you like this again.” Tesi said softly.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Freyu asked the droid, shifting Omega's weight slightly to be more comfortable.

“Happy, peaceful. It's truly been too long since I've seen you comfortable in your own skin.” Tesi said with her literally shining smile glowing softly.

Freyu smiled down at Omega snuggled up next to her.

“It feels good too.”

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Pyrokinesis is a thing in Star Wars

I hope you all have a good day whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!

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