#Wulff yularen

[andorshitdaily]

Wandor Wednesday Wars #8 - Round One

DOUBLES CORNHOLE MATCH - WHO WOULD WIN?

[calebjorgens2024]

Star Wars: Agent 02.

this is yet another idea that had come into mind. This time it is of Tech redeeming his CX-2 persona by choosing to secretly remain in the Empire as a hidden double agent for the growing rebellion, by using what remains of his Imperial Conditioning and utilizing his exceptional mind, Tech would rise through the ranks of the Empire with a ruthless streak and even stand side by side with Thrawn!

in this AU, regardless of his service to the dark side and to the Sith Order, Darth Vader, once known as Anakin Skywalker will still care for all clone troopers no matter if they still work in the empire or are rebels…

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[twinterrors29]

@somestorythoughts exactly, you get it!

Obi-Wan, reviewing their battle strategy: ah, they're shifting to guerilla tactics; I used this same strategy to raid the food supply depots to keep the younger children from starving after my Master left me on Melida-Daan as a Padawan. fortunately for us, once the deception is revealed, it's easy for the defenders to counter, as I learned the hard way Cody, equally non-chalant: oh yes, this reminds me of the time we had to hide one of my batchmates from the trainers for several weeks so they couldn't decommission him for failing his training simulations, and we had to smuggle food for him. it only worked for a week or so until the Kaminoans figured us out and put an end to it Admiral Yularen, on the other side of the conference table: *whispered* what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck-

[nieithryn]

@mutatiio asked: Send me a ✘ for my muse's reaction to finding yours asleep on their couch. ( anakin for yularen )

When he'd first come under the command of Anakin Skywalker, he had thought the choice an odd one. Among the admiralty he might be considered something of a reckless youngster, and pairing him with a Jedi of such reputation had seemed...ill-advised.

In the course of serving with the younger man, however, he had come to realize that they balanced quite nicely. Where Anakin was a brash tactician focused on the objective before him, Yularen was a bold strategist, looking at the larger picture and angling for overall success. And despite early clashes, they had settled into something of an easy push-and-pull, give-and-take.

The mid-shift on the bridge had come to a close, the evening and night shifts had begun. In an odd twist, Yularen had not seen his Jedi for some while, and even his padawan didn't seem to know where he was. Odd, of course, but not unheard of. Still, the admiral had remained on the bridge an hour or two past his scheduled end time, listening to the quiet murmur of clone and navy officers at relative ease. When it seemed his General was not coming, he had finally elected to retire, leaving one of the navy captains in charge of the bridge.

He was more than ready to make a cup of tea and settle in with his 'padwork. Whatever else he was...Yularen was no longer a young man, and a few extra hours on his feet certainly wore a little more than he remembered it doing.

"Wulff, you're getting old," he muttered, amused, as he keyed into his admiral's quarters- and paused, dark blue eyes widening in surprise.

Apparently, the mystery of where Anakin Skywalker had gone had been solved: he was on the admiral's couch, fast asleep.

Quietly, the admiral slipped into his quarters, leaving the lights dim and taking care to step quietly as he toed off his boots and moved to make some tea. After a moment's consideration, he grabbed his Alderaani press, and started some caf as well. It couldn't hurt to offer it when the other inevitably woke up.

[moodboards-aesthetics]

Teen Alexsandr Kallus aka Royal Imperial Academy's Top Student, Wulff Yularen's Star Pupil

[thecrusadercomrade]

Star war rebel day. Legacy of mandalore. Getting to see Sabine family, Gar saxon. (Sabine group. Doesn't do the can't show your face thing like Din's group?) Through Imperial Eyes. The rebel would have been toast if they had more people like Thrawn. Thrawn knew it was too easy. He probably studies his maps so well he knows they mess with it. Also seem he capable fighter. The old empire general was Wullf, one of Anakan general during Clone war and was for some reason the recap voice guy.

Not the best first impression of Sabine's family, but they came around in the end. I suppose that's just Mandalorian culture.

I'm surprised that Gar Saxon was taken out so easily. I would've figured there'd have been more of a boss battle with him, and that he'd be an ongoing issue for the Mandalorian side of things. It's definitely a good thing he's out of the way, that might make dealing with the other clans easier.

Din's group of Mandalorians are explicitly said to be hardcore traditionalists when it comes to things like that. They strictly follow rules like that, while the other groups are much more loose about such things.

Thrawn has proven himself extremely dangerous so far. Vader might be a massive threat in a straight-on fight, but when it comes to strategy and the bigger picture, Thrawn might just be the best in the Empire. I definitely wouldn't be surprised if he has that sort of information basically memorized at this point.

I remember Wulff Yularen from Clone Wars! A shame he ended up as a part of the Empire. I guess it just goes to show that the rot was already there even before Palpatine seized total control. The Jedi were surrounded by enemies from the beginning. I imagine they wanted to give him an actual character because his voice was so iconic.

[nimata-beroya]

Thank you @annwayne and also my bestie @photogirl894 for tagging me!! Since today is fic back Friday, let's do this too!

Gai Bal Manda (Mandalorian OC)

Lost for words, Volas stares at the surrounding destruction and lets out a curse. The last thing he imagined when he had to land on this backwater planet to make emergency repairs to his ship was that soon after the place was going to be destroyed by a groundquake. Little of the small village he is in remains intact. The most affected area is the residential part near the river, where most people live.

The Tables Have Turned (Kalluzeb)

Captain Rhamis walks through the discreet entrance to Seduza, his favorite brothel in Galssop, a nearby town to the garrison in Cophrigin, where he’s stationed; far enough to keep his activities under the radar, but close enough to come and go as often as he can. He’s taking tonight off to indulge in his vices. Little does he know that his evening will end in nothing as he expects.

The Enemy Within (Kalluzeb)

“Easy, Big Guy. Wait till the Ghost is down.”

Zeb is glad that embarrassment is less obvious in Lasats than it is in humans. He doesn’t flush with mortification as light-skinned humans do—and even if he did, his fur would hide the change of color well. He also does his best to control how his ears move, which are the only part of him that can betray how Rex’s amused warning gets to him. For much that he wants to play it cool, it’s hard to miss that Zeb has failed in epic proportions. His eagerness to return to Yavin IV is easy for anyone to see.

Ramaanla (The Mandalorian)

As soon as the body slumps on the ground, Din turns the Darksaber off, and the gathered crowd burst into cheers. He sees the excitement in his people for his new victory, but barely can hear them. The drumming of his heartbeat in his ears drowns the noise.

High Above the Ground (Foxiyo)

Fox wakes up to the soft chirping of birds outside, sunbeams of the breaking dawn bursting in through the crack between the curtains, and a warm body clinging to his torso in bed. Despite having woken up in a similar fashion a thousand times before, he can’t stop marveling at the delightful sensation that is Riyo cuddling next to him. It makes him feel like he’s high above the ground, and he never wants to come down. A fond smile spreads on his lips, even before opening his eyes to look at his beautiful wife. Will he ever be tired of loving her? Only when it snows on Tatooine, he figures.

Something in the Dark (Foxiyo)

The lights in her office flicker once, twice, and then go out, leaving Riyo in darkness. Every second that passes, it gets darker. She can see out of her office window like lights are extinguishing and darkness rolls over the entire city like a tide. Her first thought is that Coruscant is being attacked. Again.

Running Out of Air (Kalluzeb)

Kallus has the instinct to claw at his own throat to fight against the invisible force constricting his windpipe, but with his hands cuffed behind his back, there’s nothing he can do. Panic clings to the marrow of his bones as Darth Vader approaches him, and lifts him until only the tip of his boots is grazing the ground. Kallus struggles to gain purchase and reduce the strain on his throat, to no avail. He gasps and wheezes hard, almost rivaling the sound of Vader’s mechanical respirator. He wills for precious oxygen to fill his burning lungs, without success.

How to Save a Life (Foxiyo)

The unnerving sensation of walking as if his body is a marionette controlled by a puppeteer is stronger than it has ever been. His steps are taking him in the opposite direction of where he wants to go. Fox should turn around and chase after Riyo; his heart is asking him to. The memory of tears streaming down her face and her eyes dulled by sorrow makes his chest hurt, knowing that they're his fault.

Deconstructed Reality (Kalluzeb)

17 BBY Coruscant

With wary expectations and his hands clasped behind his back, Colonel Wulff Yularen observes through the one-way transparisteel as an 8-trooper squad brings the prisoner into the lab. As a general rule, he’d think using that number of escorts is excessive, but this isn’t the average insurgent that he usually deals with. Three platoons under the orders of Yularen’s best student were needed to bring the man down.

Welcome to Yavin IV (Kalluzeb)

By when the Ghost touches down on the new rebel base, Kallus holds himself upright by the sheer power of his will alone. He’s running on fumes but wants to keep the extent of his injuries from everyone. Alexsandr is sure that the rebel crew—Garazeb, in particular—would pity him and waste the ship’s meager medical supplies on his wounds. He won’t allow that. He can’t.

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1. Fishing for Compliments - Merman!Crosshair x F!Reader

A sigh passed the young woman’s lips as the sun began to disappear beneath the waves. The waves rocked her quaint vessel as if it were a mother soothing her child. Her meal as well as a plate of identical food remained untouched as she kept her gaze to the depths. Every ripple of its surface a reminder of the mounting minutes that her company kept her waiting.

2. Drop Me a Line - Wrecker x F!Reader

The young woman stifled a yawn as she continued to work the mass of dough to her standards to be plopped into pans to bake. She continued working the dough sparing glances to the chrono on the wall as the sky outside began to lighten with the sunrise. Her pulse spiked when the chrono was checked again. She abandoned the lump of dough as she snatched up a pastry box. The bell chiming as the door opened and closed.

3. Budding Romance - Rex x F!Reader

“And you’re sure you’ll have them there.”

“A bit of faith would be nice, Anakin.”

4. Skin in the Game - Wrecker x OC (Rina) (18+ Please view responsibly)

Wrecker was on the hunt. Thankfully the Marauder held only a few spaces to hide away as he searched the ship. His target tucked away by the sensors. Vibroblade twirling between his fingers while his idle gaze stared at the screen. The demolitions expert took a breath, hoping to find answers.

5. Hair Support - Tup x Reader

The days of the Clone Wars tended to drag on in between assignments. Thankfully, the Republic saw it fit to dispatch your research team with a clone legion escort to ensure the lush jungle planet would not eat you and your colleagues alive. It was in the sweltering heat of the afternoon that one of your study binges was interrupted. You shook your head knowing who dared tread into your tent.

6. Interrogations - Echo x F!Reader (18+ Please view responsibly)

The former arc trooper sighed. Another fruitless attempt at slipping free of his bonds. The chair he was bound to chilled any amount of exposed skin. The room kept dark to prevent him from gathering his bearings. He bided his time, waiting for the tell-tale clicking of his keeper. It was a whisper at first but grew louder as the automatic doors parted.

7. Personal Tastes - Hunter x F!Reader

Strands of meat sizzled and spat as she flipped the tangled mass. Her work distracting from the pair of eyes watching you from the doorway. Her culinary tasks from the staccato chops of a knife to peppers to the accented clink of a mortar and pestle offered a calming tune.

8. Just This Once, Everyone Lives - Rex x Reader

Your bottom lip remained captured between your teeth as the speeder came to a stop. The building looming over the city streets twinkled in the night. A beacon for personnel to gather while dressed to the nines. A hand curled around yours, smoothing over your knuckles.

9. Keep Away - UniversityAU Wrecker x Reader

You filed out with your fellow undergrads as your last class for the afternoon let out. the professor's voice offering mention of the end of the first sprint. You traversed amongst the student body's current before veering off to a corridor. The current loosening its grasp the closer you ventured toward the sanctuary of paper and ink.

10. Nothing Fight - Crosshair x F!Reader

It could be easy to say Clone Force 99 had a culture separate from the sea of clones. Clone medics would be reassigned in the blink of an eye and nat born medics often assigned whoever pissed off the higher ups. This led to your current long term assignment. Having a medic on board being the main reason one of your patients was released to his squad early pending observations.

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[reythemandalor]

Thrawn (2017) Spoilers with no context

[itsagrimm]

Rewatching a few TCW episodes and omg is Admiral Yularen ANNOYED by Anakin Skywalker.

The man carries himself as if he crosses his fingers, hoping for any other Jedi than Skywalker to work with every new deployment order.

No wonder he was so chill about babysitting Thrawn later during the Empire. Always-calm-hyperfixating-on-art-Thrawn is a walk in the park compared to bouncing-his-legs-so-hart-the-table-shakes-Anakin.

[andorshitdaily]

Wandor Wednesday Wars #8 - Round Two

DOUBLES CORNHOLE MATCH - WHO WOULD WIN?

[iskelan]

Star Wars Rebels Star Trek AU sketchy characters concepts, commission for @ysalamiri-queen​. Characters choices and races were talked out with Jess and we like how it goes. This AU is for fun and we don’t accept criticism here. Takes place some time after the Dominion War. Orion Hera Syndulla Betazoid Kanan Jarrus with eyes cyber-prosthetic Half-Klingon Sabine Wren Deserted Vorta Rex Half-Vulcan/Half-Betazoid Ezra Bridger Zeb is just Zeb who got there straight from Star Wars :D EMH AP5 Exocomp Chopper True Way Cardassians Arihnda Pryce, Alexander Kallus and Wulff Yularen Ferengi Hondo Ohnaka Tellarite Melch Ferengi Eli Vanto Founder Thrawn P.S. A situation that was so conveniently possible in this AU that I couldn’t resist to draw it:

Hera: What did he do? Thrawn: I’ll let him tell you. Ezra: I did nothing wrong! Hera: Bridger, I will throw you back to wash the floor on Hondo’s yacht. Ezra:... Thrawn: Captain Syndulla is waiting for your report, Ensign. Ezra: okay I peed in his bucket and I regret nothing! COMMISSIONS OPEN

[catfur-and-greenscales]

A thing about Wulff Yularen

One character whose actions had made me quite surprised is Wulff Yularen.

Yularen is one of few nat. born members of GAR who made it through the war. He is often seen side by side Anakin, Ahsoka and Rex. He sees Jedi in action, he sees them as persons, hears how Ahsoka cares about him and in general if I'd be able to work with Anakin, Ahsoka and occasionally other Jedi like Obi-Wan, I would be super excited. And they seemed to get along rather well, even Anakin probably caused him early graying.

So. I am baffled, a bit sad and hurt and even confused how did Wulff Yularen agreed that yes, sure the Jedi were evil, I am now going to serve this new Empire thingy.

I am curious how he justifed it to himself or was he just greedy oppurtunist?

[ladylonely47]

A Bond Left Unbroken

((I have many feelings from this newest episode and I needed to write them down. Please Dave Filoni, please just let them hug. Cross posted to AO3.))

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 7, EPISODE 6 "DEAD NO DEAL".

Anakin stood at the bridge, mere meters away from Admiral Yularen, as he heard the older man dealing with what sounded like two young women struggling to come up with excuses. When suddenly they hung up and the Admiral started muttering something under his breath about “disrespectful youths,” he watched as the transport flew right past their ship, and as it did so, he felt something familiar. Something that made his blood boil and his heart drop all together.

He composed himself quickly and asked, “Who was on board that transport?” Turning to face the Admiral with an aloof expression, as if what he sensed didn’t bother him.

“Oh just some rookie pilots apparently on their first maneuvers.” The Admiral answered with irritation in his voice. With the years on his life adding up quickly, what was diminishing was his patience for ignorance. “I was just about to send a detachment to arrest them.”

While this was standard protocol, arresting anyone who flew into military-sanctioned routes without clearance, that feeling still stuck to him. Like a dark claw squeezing his heart, he fell into the temptation and closed his eyes.

The Force did not guide him. Instead, he followed the steps to a place he has been many times before. The doors were closed, locked ever since that fateful sunset on the stairs of the Jedi Temple. He had attempted to reach out before, to strengthen that once great bond they had shared, but he never received an answer. He never expected to, of course, as she was adamant about making her new life without the Jedi.

Without him.

There were times he reached out when he felt flashes of pain or fear. Times when he reached out when a depression waved over him harder than a tidal wave. There was only one time, though, that he selfishly reached out for her for his own needs. To make sure she was still on-planet. That, if something were to happen to her, he could be there. Even if she didn’t want him to be.

So, now, as he stood before this locked fortress of a mind, he finally reached forward. Hesitant, still, but needing to know the answer. He “knocked” on the door only two times, in a quick succession. Then waited. In his mind, he pictured himself laying his hand on the door. Leaning his forehead against it. Wishing for it to only open for a moment for him to say something – anything – to her again.

There was a soft knock back that made him feel a vibration into his hand.

“Should I…send a detachment, General?” Admiral Yularen spoke again, this time, unaware of what his higher up was attempting. Yularen had been close to the girl, too, having almost lost his life because of her recklessness then watching her grow and form into a well-respected soldier on the field. He had been told what occurred in those halls of the Jedi Temple, and what was said within the Senate Court. He knew it all. The 501st were anything except quiet when regarding their superiors.

Anakin let out a soft sigh through his nose, his hand still vibrating as he pulled away from the image. “No,” He said, opening his eyes and casting them to Yularen once more. “It’s nothing.”

The older human nodded and returned to his duties with the clone in front of him, watching in case anyone else decided to step foot into their designated lane. Anakin watched for only a second before he looked back out at the large windows of the bridge of the Resolute. His heart pounding, his hand shaking, he tried to steady himself for men and others around him.

Even though all he wanted to do was hop into his own Starfighter and follow his Ahsoka to wherever she was going.

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Hearing Admiral Yularen’s voice had been startling. It made her tense up and throw her mental shields into a higher lockdown. Since she left the Jedi, they had been closed and sealed greater than the Archives Vault. But hearing the older man’s voice in its signature orderly tone made her fearful.

The Martez sisters attempted to spin some kind of story. Trace being a new pilot (even though it was true – how did she expect to be a great pilot without a license?!) and Rafa attempting to show her around for the first time. The Admiral did not buy it, because of course he didn’t, he wasn’t some low-life single-minded creature that the sisters had to deal with their entire lives in the Lower Levels.

Ahsoka leaped forward and hit the end button, still feeling as tense as she did when he first spoke. “Just get in the transport lane,” She ordered to the younger Martez, “And fly.”

The two scowled, Rafa closing her arms over her chest and pouting and Trace looking away with shame before moving over to the proper lane. Ahsoka remained standing, biting on one of her newly polished nails – a hobby she had gotten into quickly after leaving, as non-cultural adornments were usually prohibited in her past life.

Why didn’t she think this through? What stake did she have with these sisters that were making her follow them on another money-making scheme Rafa cooked up? This had been the second one in less than a week, and though last time only attempted to get her killed, this time she was almost exposed to everything she left behind. At least, she thought she escaped.

She froze again, mid-bite, and felt a familiar presence walk up to her shields. The presence was warm, if a bit cold from worry, and smelled like oil and the sun. He had come to her before, and each time, she had turned him away. Not out of hate. Not out of anything against him. She just needed time to herself. Time to figure out who Ahsoka Tano was outside of a Jedi Padawan, a Commander, and a child soldier.

She was still trying to figure that out.

The presence lingered, hesitant to knock again. He had done so before, especially back in the early days of her absence. He had reached out, wanting to keep close and in touch. He was doing it out of his own fear, she knew, fear that he would lose her. Because despite the “No Attachments” rule, he was attached to every single person he ever had in his life.

He had knocked on a night where she was cornered in one of the lower levels, before she changed her appearance and tried to adopt a new identity. He had been screaming that night. He had knocked on the night where, lost in the pouring rain, she slept within an alley in drenched clothes and only a cloak she stole from a dumpster. He whispered then.

Now, it was only two knocks at her mental door, and she didn’t know if she should answer.

If she didn’t that could mean they would be pulled over and questioned for their recklessness – and thus, brought into Republic custody. That was a place she would never go. Of course, she couldn’t just open the door for him after so long. What would she do, what would she say? He would have access to her thoughts again, her feelings, and with everything going on with the Martez’s lately…she didn’t want to chance it.

So, instead, she knocked back. A quick tap on her end to signify to him that yes, it was her. Yes, she is okay. No, she was not being kidnapped in the “Silver Angel” and that no, she did not realize how bad of a pilot Trace was.

There was nothing else from the presence. A silence overcame them as Ahsoka relaxed and let out a sigh, the presence walking away. This wasn’t easy. She wanted to talk to him, she wanted to reach back to him, but she couldn’t. Each time she considered it, she thought back to the Trial. She though back to the life and friendship she built with Barriss Offee, and how she was betrayed and nearly killed for her ideals. This wasn’t the part of war people talked about – nearly dying because your old friend chose to disbelieve what you were taught for so many years.

Now, though, she was only left staring into the windows as hyperspace was pulled into view. The racing of stars across the sky, the lingering stench of oil and sun, and the talking of the two in front flashed her back to her times in those bridges. Where she would be right next to her brother, her Anakin, and she would have her place in the world.