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figgiforever · 1 year ago

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My first story set in Figgiverse is ready! 🎉🎉🎉

I decided to post it here because it wouldn't exist without Tumblr and my dear mutual @mandalorian-general <3 but I will upload it to my new account on Ao3 too.

This short (3 916 words) story is a sneak peek into my my AU called Figgiverse which focuses on my OC Tiggnella and her husband clone commando Fi. It's also my first try to write in English so I hope you'll like it :)

The title: Double date

Contains: some fluff, some angst, no gore or blood

It was another warm summer day in Kyrimorut. Tiggi was working in the garden. It was so hot and dry that they had to water the plants to get any vegetables and fruit this year. Their independence from outside sources of food improved since moving in here. The fields were full of golden wheat – almost ready to harvest. They had now plenty of nunas, marlello ducks and robas. The garden was full of vegetables and few kinds of berries brought here from other planets. After a few years of hard work and many mistakes they have learnt a lot and could be proud of setting up their own family farm. Somehow clones managed to become great farmers. But other residents were of great help, too. Right now Makke and Aku were assisting Tiggi in watering the garden. While her older daughter was using a watering can with a gentle manner, her youngest son was roughly splashing water from the bucket. Tiggi didn’t tell him anything because she was glad that he was helping her at all. He would rather be with his buir but Fi was helping Darman prepare roba before it will go to those chosen for the kitchen duty this week. He didn’t want his young son to accompany him during such a dirty job.

Tiggi put down a watering can and stretched her back. She missed using garden hose. The last one got broken in mysterious circumstances that involved Burk’yc and a sharp knife (rumors says Sh’ehn freaked out that it was a snake about to attack Makke). He was now with Mij on the barn’s roof. They were repairing it after the last thunderstorm. Briikase and Shukur were collecting vegetables for today’s dinner. The first one apparently enjoyed being on the kitchen duty while the other was just happy he didn’t have to do his chores with Sh’ehn and Kot. Those two were helping Levet with the animals. Tiggi looked around trying to find the last of her clone children when a piece of mud landed on her face. Aku was playing in the pool of muddy water he made between the loth carrots and marble-berries. She sighed.

“Could you stop wasting water, please?’’ she said in the nicest tone she could manage. “The plants need it to grow.”

Aku just ignored her.

“Maybe you would like to help ba’vodu Mij with the marlello ducks? I heard that one of them decided to have ducklings later than others and now ….”

“No.” he said and continued to play in the mud.

Tiggi just added two bars of soap to the already long shopping list. Their children were better in making clothes dirty than she had ever been. Without Fi she wouldn’t be able to take care of them. He seemed to find himself well in the role of the father. He was caring and helpful. Changing diapers and doing the laundry wasn’t a problem for him. It was making her happy that everything seemed to go well in their new life. Together they were able to face all the challenges. Tiggi just wished that she could spend more time just with Fi. Taking care of nine children was really time consuming and they barely had an occasion to be just with each other.

The movement at the edge of the garden caught her eye. It was Etain going somewhere with her younger child, Werda, in a baby carrier. Tiggi called her to come.

“Have you seen Baatir?” she asked when Etain managed to find the path between the carrots.

“He’s with Niner. They are hunting in the woods.” the younger woman replied. She looked much healthier than during the war. She finally gained some weight and didn’t look like a skeleton. Her skin got tanned from working in the fresh air.

“Oh, right. I’ve forgotten. Thanks.”

“Remember he’s not a child anymore, right?”

“He may be biologically twenty but for me he is still that seven-year-old-looking-fourteen frightened ad’ika I adopted…”

Etain smiled softly. “I guess it’s going to happen with all of us eventually, eh? You’ve just happened to experience it earlier… Anyway it’s easy to lose track with so many children. Maybe you need a break? One free day or at least an evening? I know you’re trying to do your best as a mother… but it’s not going to hurt to think about yourself sometimes. Soon you’re gonna develop bags under your eyes so big that they’ll fit Kandosii! Wait… Where is she?”

“With Lenne.” Tiggi’s voice tensed slightly.

“… I still can’t believe you let her take care of your baby.”

“She’s my mother. She can teach her things I can’t. Not since I’ve lost my wings…”

Two women were standing there in awkward silence for a moment.

“So… How do you sleep recently?” Etain asked to change the topic.

“The right question is: DID I sleep recently…”

“You really need to take a break.”

“And leave Fi with all our kids? I couldn’t do that.”

“Maybe you and he could take a break together?”

“And leave NINE kids with someone else?”

“Asking wouldn’t hurt. Someone might agree. You know, it’s not a bad thing to ask for help. We’re all family now. It’s been a hard time for all of us trying to find ourselves in this new reality. We all get tired. You don’t know how many times I think about how I used to spend time just with Darman… Our little dates on Coruscant… Or when you, me, Dar and Fi were just sitting and chatting like average young people who are in love... Of course, Qibbu’s Hut wasn’t the most romantic place. And the food wasn’t the best. But these memories are priceless. I wish I could relieve them... Being a parent demands to do some sacrifices but I wouldn’t change it for anything else.”

Etain affectionately kissed the top of Werda’s head. The toddler replied with a joyful giggle.

Tiggi smiled softly at them. She wished she could find herself in the role of the mother as easily as Etain did. It made her more mature and wiser compared to the young girl they met on Qiilura.

“If you’re so eager to help… Do you have any idea what to do with him?” she pointed her head at Aku playing in the mud.

Etain looked at the boy then she came closer and crouched next to him.

“What a nice paddle of mud you have here.”

Aku looked at her suspiciously.

“Can I join you?” she asked with a friendly smile.

The boy stared at her for a moment as if he was wondering if he could trust her. Eventually he accepted her and moved aside to make some space in the mud for her.

“I made it myself!” Aku said proudly.

“Wow! That’s amazing! Good job!”

Tiggi just stared at them in confusion while Etain started to play in the mud with Aku. Werda was wiggling in the carrier. She wanted to join them. One of the balls of mud that Aku had made earlier started to shake and then move slowly towards her.

“Hey! It’s mine!” Aku yelled and stopped the ball. Werda stared at him angrily.

“Why don’t you share some mud with her too?” Etain asked politely.

“Because then you will tell me to bath her!”

The young woman almost chuckled. “How about sharing the mud with the plants instead? And make them some nice fortresses to protect them from ants!”

She put some mud around the stem of a berry bush and shaped it into a little fortress. Then she added a leaf as a flag. Aku liked the idea and soon all mud was put under the nearby bushes.

“Good Job! They look amazing! And now the plants are safe.” Etain praised the boy. “Now, after you clean yourself, would you like to join Kad and ba’vode Vau? They are making wooden ships to launch on the lake later this afternoon.”

Tiggi watched in shock as Aku happily agreed and ran to the bathroom in the main building.

“How’s that possible that everyone has better relation with my own son then me?”

“Be patient and understanding. I believe you’ll find a common ground with him in the right time.”

“Yeah… Anyway. Remember what you said about relieving those romantic moments on Triple Zero? How about doing that again?”

Etain blinked in surprise. “You mean… You want the four of us…”

“Yes.”

“…to go back to Triple Zero…?”

“No, no ,no, no, no! I meant setting up an event here on Mandalore.”

“You mean… a date? For the four of us?”

“Regular folks call it a double-date. So what do you think?”

“I would love to but… how? Where? I don’t remember any romantic places in Enceri. Unless you want to go all the way to Keldabe…”

“Not necessary. How about preparing a romantic dinner nearby home, at the lake? Let’s say tomorrow evening? You and I could do the shopping in Enceri in the morning – I have a long list of things to buy anyway – and get something special for our boys, eh?”

“Uh-huh. You’re really into this idea, I see. Okay but who will take care of the children?”

“We’ll find someone.” Tiggi said with confidence. She was already setting up everything in her head.

***

Next morning Tiggi and Etain took the speeder and travelled to Enceri. Nobody got suspicious because it wasn’t uncommon for the two women to go shopping together. Few people even asked to buy something for them. In the city they split to find everything faster. Few hours later they were coming back home with all stuff from the list and more…

“Woo-hoo! You’re back! Did you buy extra spicy warra nuts I asked for?” Fi was already searching through the bags.

“Hey! Maybe help us bring everything inside first!” Tiggi said with a chuckle.

“Alright, alright!” he picked up few bags.

“Wait! Not this one!” she took one package from him.

“Oh? What’s inside?” Fi got intrigued.

“It’s a surprise.”

“A surprise? I love surprises! Is it something to eat?”

Tiggi chuckled. “You’ll see later! I hope you don’t have any plans for the evening…”

“No, I don’t. Why?”

“You’ll see~”

“Tell me!”

“No! It’s a surprise!”

“I don’t want to wait!”

Darman watched them argue playfully while bringing bags inside the house. He said to his wife:

“I wonder what they are up to.”

“I have no idea.” she replied in innocent voice. “But I hope you too have a free evening.”

“Huh? Yeah, I do.”

“Great.” she stated and left him even more confused to bring her secret package to the kitchen.

***

Much later that day Darman found Fi walking impatiently near the closed door to the kitchen.

“Hey, have you seen Kad’ika and Wer’ika? I can’t find them.”

“Nope. Sorry, vod.” Fi tried to look through the keyhole.

Darman stared at him in curiosity.

“What’s going on, vod?”

“They locked themselves in the kitchen!”

“Who?”

“Our wives! They are preparing a surprise for us.”

“Oh? I’m curious what it will be…”

“Me too! Do you still have the hydraulic ram? We could use it to open the door slightly and try to sneak in…”

The door suddenly opened and Tiggi came out of the kitchen. “No need to do that. It’s ready.”

“Yay! Where is it? Can I see it now?” Fi couldn’t constrain himself. His wife chuckled.

“It’s in the basket. And no, you can’t see it until we reach our destination.”

“Which is?” he followed her closely in excitement trying to take a peek into the basket.

“The lake.” Etain explained. She was holding another basket. “We’re going to spend this evening nicely… Just the four of us.”

“Yay!” Fi yelled happily and rushed to help his wife with carrying everything.

“But what about our children? I can’t find them anywhere!” Darman worried.

Fi froze in the middle of opening the basket. Tiggi used this moment to take it back from his hands.

“Don’t worry. We’ve found babysitters.”

“For all of them? For... ELEVEN children in total??” Darman was in a shock.

“Yes, darling. No worries.” His wife assured him. “This evening we can rest, relax and spend some time only with each other.”

“Perfect!” Fi grinned and picked up Tiggi with the basket. Darman and Etain just giggled, grabbed each other hands and followed the other couple to the lake. It was going to be a pleasant evening.

***

After a few minutes of walking they reached the lake. No one wanted to go all the way around it to reach their spot so they took the wooden boat. It wasn’t very impressive (the clones built it themselves) but big enough to fit the four of them and two baskets. The men persisted to paddle instead of using engine attached to the backside of their vehicle. In the meantime their wives were supposed to sit on the bench and enjoy the view.

The surface of the water was shining in the rays of the setting sun. Insects with glittering wings were flying right above the lake all around them. It reminded Etain of Qiilura and how she met Darman. It still wasn’t a fully pleasant memory – she had a very tough time there. But it made her stronger and gave her the most loving and loyal husband she could ask for.

Darman was staring at his wife with adoration while paddling. For him she looked beautiful everyday, even early in the morning, but in this moment she was even more stunning. Her gaze focused far away while she watched the nature around them, apparently lost in her thoughts. Her ginger hair seemed to burn in the last rays of the sun. He felt so happy at this moment.

In the meantime Tiggi was half-heartedly arguing with Fi.

“I can’t let you do all the work while I’m just sitting here and resting.” she stated.

“You and Etain have prepared everything for this date so it’s fair enough if we pay off by taking us all to the destination.” Fi replied while admiring how pretty his wife was while trying to be frustrated at him. Her eyes were betraying her. Whenever she looked at him they were always full of love and it was making him feel like the luckiest man alive.

“Besides, I thought you like to stare at me…” He winked.

Tiggi chuckled. “Oh, I absolutely love to admire your body~” she wiggled her eyebrows. “So… I suppose I can’t make you change your mind, huh?”

“No. Unless you swap me and I’ll be able to take a peek inside the basket...”

“Absolutely not!” Tiggi pulled the basket closer to herself and they both burst out with laugher.

Soon they reached their destination and pulled the boat onto the shore. There was a small beach with soft, golden sand. Close enough to see the bastion between the trees but far enough not to be bothered by anyone.

Together they spread out the a picnic blanket. Fi gazed at Tiggi pleadingly.

“Okay, okay!” she chuckled. “You can unpack the basket now.”

Fi grinned cheerfully and attacked the basket with the shout of victory. Darman followed him closely. They laid out on the blanket all the goods they had found. Smoked roba strips, roasted nuna wings, baked sweet potatoes, four types of warra nuts, some fruit from their garden plus some exotic ones from the market. And a bottle of wine.

Their eyes were sparkling in excitement as they started eating without hesitation. Etain and Tiggi giggled. The feast begun. The men let their wives take as much food as they wanted then consumed the rest with a great delight.

When their stomachs were full the couples snuggled together and enjoyed the wine. Fortunately Etain remembered to pack the glasses.

“Mmm… This tastes much different than ne’tra gal… Where did you get it from? Keldabe?” Darman asked.

“From Xi’leen.” Tiggi replied.

The rest stared at her in a shock.

“What? I’ve got it as a present from senator Mevena, my dear friend. He said to use it for a special occasion. I managed to take it from the Jedi Temple before… you know…”

“So is this occasion special enough?” Fi tried to steer the chat away from painful memories and nuzzled his head against her.

“Surely.” she kissed his temple with affection.

“You know, I like it now. We should do it more often.” Darman stated while rubbing Etain’s arm. “I mean, I love our children but… it’s nice to have some time just for ourselves.”

Etain rested her head on his shoulder. “I absolutely agree.”

They all sat in silence. Two couples in their loving embraces enjoying the peacefulness, their company, the last rays of the sun above the trees, the beautiful nature around them, just their special moment…

***

“I’m going to ask one last time… Where is Aku?” Mij had been staring with a deep frown at the group of young clones. All of them had perfectly neutral faces. One of them stepped out to the front.

“I’ll talk with them and find out… but please leave us alone for a moment.”

Mij sighed.

“Fine, Baatir. You have three minutes.”

He went to the other room where Tallisibeth was showing something on the microscope to Makke. The little girl seemed fascinated. Not too far behind them, Uthan was watching the children with a proud smirk.

“How are the ladies doing?” Mij asked his wife and stood next to her.

“Very well, my dear. Tall’ika is showing Mak’ika what’s hidden in the water from the lake. The young one is curious about everything yet very careful for her age. She is skilled to be a scientist one day.”

“I’m glad to hear that. We’re going to have another apprentice soon.” he said with a proud smile while he watched their daughter patiently teaching Makke how the microscope works.

“How about the boy?”

Mij sighed heavily.

“That bad?”

“They locked him somewhere and don’t want to tell me where.”

“Heh. I’m glad I’m taking care of the girl then.” She smirked.

“You’re not helping…”

Baatir’s head popped through the door.

“Sir, I know where he is.”

Uthan patted her husband’s shoulder. “Good luck, dear.”

Mij walked towards the door.

“It seemed easier back then on Kamino… Maybe I’m just getting too old for that.” He mumbled to himself and entered the other room. The clones stood in a perfect line. Baatir spoke for them.

“Sir, I’ll tell you where Aku is and I’ll take the blame on me...”

“No way! You can’t do that!” one of the clones opposed.

“We’ll take the blame on us as a team!” the third one said and the rest agreed.

Mij had to stop himself from sighing again.

“Fine, just please tell me where he is.”

All of them pointed at the bulletproof chest in the corner of the room. Gilamar walked over there, unlocked it and slowly opened. Aku burst out immediately, punched him in the face and sprinted towards the door. He tried slaloming between his brothers but Burk’yc managed to catch him. The boy started screaming and wiggling in his arms.

“Let him go…” Mij groaned while holding a hand to his bleeding nose. Burk’yc let his younger brother go and they all watched him storming out of the room in silence. Baatir just gave Mij a tissue.

Aku ran at full speed through the corridor, dodged Laseema and Jilka chatting and slipped into a random room. He closed the door, turned around and realized where he got himself locked. Next to now empty fireplace in an old armchair Walon Vau was sitting and knitting. Nearby Kad was playing with his toys on the floor. Werda was laying in her carrier and being closely watched by Mird. The old man didn’t even look up.

“Greetings, young one. You seem lost. Come, sit down. I bet Kad will gladly share his toys with you.”

The boys stared at each other in silence. Eventually the older one extended his hand holding one of his toy speeders. Aku came closer, took it and started quietly playing with him. Suddenly something hit him in the back. He turned around and realized it was Werda’s teether. The little girl was grinning at him cheerfully. Mird made disappointed growl and took the teether back to her only for it to be thrown at Aku again. Mird whined in frustration and stared at its owner.

“Mird’ika, the young ones have to train their aim somehow. Besides I would be grateful if you could keep your own offspring in line…” Vau raised a thread of wool from which the tiny strill hung.

“Lord Carud, please, let it go.” he gently unattached it and put it back on the ground. The puppy whined in protest.

“Go play with your siblings.”

It looked at the other two puppies playfully fighting nearby. The last thing it wanted was to get another beating from its siblings. It walked over to Werda and curled up on her belly. She began gently petting it and soon both of them fell asleep.

Walon smirked slightly. He enjoyed the peaceful moment and continued knitting another blanket for Werda.

***

The sun was almost fully set. In the last of rays of the sun on the rooftop a winged woman was crouching. First wrinkles were decorating her face. The evening breeze was blowing her loose hair gently. A sharp gaze of her blue eyes was wandering across the lake to the opposite shore. She smiled softly at the view of two couples relaxing and enjoying each other company on the blanket. Some voices reached her ears and she looked down at the front yard beneath her bare feet.

It was already covered in shadow so the residents of Kyrimorut started bringing the tables and benches out to eat dinner there. She closed her eyes and breathed in a cooling evening breeze. The infant in her arms cooed.

“Shh…” she rocked it and wrapped her wings tighter around them both.

Below some children were laughing and running around. The older ones were helping adults bring the food and plates to the tables. Briikase and Shukur were arguing on which side of the plates forks should be placed.

The baby cooed again.

“Shush… Don’t worry little one, I’m here…” She smiled softly and gently stroked baby’s pouting face. “Your mamawill be back soon. Don’t worry, she didn’t abandon you. She wouldn’t…” the woman’s voice cracked. “She’s not like me…”

She gazed down again. The view of the family full of life, with lots of joyful children running around, with everyone helping each other, with their laughs and little talks… It all reminded her of her own home. The one she lost long time ago.

“Hey, Lenne!” Ruusan shouted from the ground. She was holding her little daughter in her arms. “Come down! The dinner is ready!”

Lenne smiled at the two. Not everybody in Skirata clan accepted her presence (Fi hardly ever gave her more than a disgusted look) but Ruu was always nice to her. The woman waved at the young girl in her friend’s arms. She smiled and waved back.

“I’m coming. Hold on, Kandosii.”

The moment she spread her wings the baby giggled happily. Lenne couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You surely have an allasian soul… Off we go!”

She floated down to join her… companions. She wouldn’t dare to call them family. Not yet… Maybe never.

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lisbetadair · 2 years ago

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Hello Lisbet! A small idea for skullface murderblorbo that had popped up in our head, a long time after I sent you the ask, "What job/occupation would Mr. Riley have?"

Perhaps in the comics, we can take it into consideration that Simon chose to be a butcher's apprentice as a teenager, maybe to earn a bit on the side and help his family keep afloat and to learn new skills. But it doesn't really sit with us right that Mr. Riley terrorized Simon by bringing dangerous animals at home, because that brings up many questions. Like where did he even get those animals?

Then our wife brought something up. Animals, you say?

Maybe Simon was influenced to become a butcher because of his father, and it could be that his father worked as a trapper, or a taxidermist. After all, it would be believable that maybe Simon thought the taxidermied animals were real, due to being a child and perhaps his father was a bit entertained in watching his child be afraid of the dead animals he worked with. (Simon got over his fear when he was around eight, when his father let him touch the antlers of a deer.)

Generally speaking, I think that Simon's father was portrayed as an unpleasant, neglectful man in the comics, though as an Avid Ghost Comic Heretic, we think that a one-sided, abusive father is just lazy writing, and there is so much potential on portraying the complications that come with writing about a difficult and sensitive subject.

Maybe Simon was raised in a family where both his parents worked with animals. He was frequently brought to museums, where his father would excitedly show the lifelike animals behind the glass screen, and he would take the time to read the information on the plate--and his mother would be immersed in piles of documents she procured, perhaps working for the British Pest Control Association.

Because of this, a deep fascination about animals stirred in him ever since a young age, and now that he was sixteen, he could become a proper apprentice of a local butcher (who ran a farm and was good friends with his mommy and daddy) and learn some useful skills while he was there. His mother and father bonded over their shared taste for rock music, though both were respected and revered by their colleagues.

This is the good ending of the Ghost comics, where Simon is Not traumatized and doesn't sign up for the army to run away from his family's problems, as we think that even if the comics were a cheap cash grab by Activision, it's effort in showing that Simon is a uniquely ambitious lad who went back to his family and tried to help them with their problems, leading to his brother Thomas going into rehab for his drug addiction and comforting his mother--though as we all know, tragic backstory no.9678, his family is dead and he has a spiteful argument with his father in the hospital and he's a badass motherfucker who got revenge on Manuel Roba and now has anxiety (and probable depression + C-PTSD on the side with a dose of anger issues.)

We'd love to hear your thoughts on this! Thank you for taking the time to read it!

Much as I'm also not crazy about the Ghost comics, I do also agree with you that there are some nice themes and points that I do think can continue to be of value in creating a background for the character.

I definitely like keeping the apprentice butcher thing, because Hereford is definitely known for high quality food and farming, and whilst I do see Ghost as having predominantly an urban upbringing, I like to think that where he worked was somewhere that valued their craft and that's something he carries with him now that he's living in a rural area with access to farm-fresh produce.

Taxidermy is a craft thing, so I guess if you see his Dad as being someone who has artistic talent, then that might be a good choice to have animals in the house, and a weird studio area filled with partially completed pieces? Working as a gamekeeper is a really niche occupation here, and we'd be talking about a seriously rural upbringing attached to a landed estate, so personally, because I see Ghost as having an urban upbringing (as that fits with East London voice acting) that doesn't appeal to me.

I like the idea of Ghost not coming from a tragic background, but equally, working as I do in an area with high levels of social deprivation that brings me into contact with people who have suffered from parents who have been neglectful or abusive, seeing how hard their lives have been as a result and how challenging it has been to move forward from that trauma, I'm wary of discounting that background as being too clichéd to be of value as a whole as a whole given that I think it does reflect reality in some of its themes. I know the comics do deal with those issues in a very superficial way, and I can also agree with just removing those themes wholesale to do something completely different, because that is also interesting to theorise other ways for Ghost to end up as he is.

The whole Manual Roba thing can, in my opinion, get in the bin. I am torture-brainwashed weary at this point.

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