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[clonemando]

A Kiss a Day in May

Day 12- Goodnight Kisses

Jango & The Alpha Batch

Each day this month I have a 100 word drabble featuring a different clone with a kiss prompt. Not all are romantic and they include all sorts of pairings and relationships. Feel free to offer pairing/ character suggestions for future days.

Become the Clone template they said. We’ll pay you fortunes beyond your dreams they said. You’ll get to train the best army in the galaxy they said. Well now Jango was standing at the head of a line of 100 children dressed in their pajamas, many of them holding plushies as they each stepped forward to get their goodnight kiss pressed gently into their forehead.

“Goodnight Maze, Goodnight 84, Goodnight Spar, Goodnight 99, Goodnight Spar- wait, brat go to bed! You already got your kiss. 17 no, don’t… Ugh.” Jango grumbled as 17 started brawling with Spar on the floor.

[padawansuggest]

Sometimes I remember that there was an alpha clone (Spar, but be warned I’m writing this from memory mostly I haven’t read this wikia in years) who ended up with all of Jango’s memories, was absolutely disgusted by the cloning as a whole, left to Mandalore and successfully campaigned for the next Mand’alor. So, 1: don’t claim the Kryze fam as the last ruling fam lol it was still the Mereel/Fett legacy thanks and 2: Jango as a root person fucking hates the cloning process and 3: for those of you that want to make fics where he wasn’t a willing progenitor and it took Sith bullshit to get him to do it? Yeah it actually supports that idea so go crazy my loves I’m writing those fics too. And also 4: I just remember there is another Prime Memory clone out there who didn’t get a son and this can work with both fics where he adopts Boba, fics where he adopts Din Djarin, fics where he decides to keep Kenobi as his adult baby, whatever you want fam, all three if it pleases you. Thanks. Love you.

[yukipri]

Spar, Alpha-Ø2, Mand’alor the Resurrector.

My take on this super fascinating if somewhat obscure character from Legends! A clone with Jango Fett’s memories, who escaped Kamino to become leader of a faction of Mandalorians.

I’ve been exploring him a lot in my fic, the Prime Override, and I wanted to give him a shot visually. His appearance here is specific to my fic, where his story diverges considerably from Legends, so there are a couple of details that don’t match that of any of the three official illustrations that exist of him. But the changes are intentional! I still hope he’s recognizable 😅

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[clonememesfrikyeah]

Jangotat: “Hey guys, I uhh… might have gotten a girl pregnant. I don’t really know what to-“

Alpha-17: “WHAT?!”

Maze: “When?”

Fordo: “How??”

Jangotat: “… well, when a man and a woman love each other very much-“

Spar bursting through the door: “I know it took a while but i got the bantha milk! Did I miss anything while I was gone?”

Everyone: •_•

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Just Alpha and Ifrit sparring. They're both shirtless, Ifrit in those fuckass tiny Ghost shorts you know which ones, Alpha in grey sweatpants, both all sweaty and all up in each other's space, grunting as they roll around. Grinning like maniac even as they sport bruises and split lips. Maybe there's a bit of blood trickling down Ifrit's face, dripping on his torso, some staining Alpha's teeth as well. Their hair messed up, tangled, sticking to the nape of their necks. Throwing each other around until they devolve into what starts as agressively shoving their tongues down each other's throat but ends up being a long, lazy making out session.

[roseaesynstylae]

The funniest thing about Spar being Mandalore is that you know the rest of the Alphas are just, “No, you aren’t. You’re our dumbass brother, drop it.” They are incapable of taking him seriously.

Spar: I’ve taken the name Mandalore the Resurrector.

Maze: Pay your fucking taxes.

Fordo: Show me the Darksaber, then win a duel against Windu.

Alpha: Drop dead.

Spar: None of you are supportive.

Jangotat: If you weren’t working for the Separatists, we would be.

[yourfriendlybi]

Here's an idea that I REALLY enjoy and like to share

Ink teaching Dream that negative emotions are still normal/natural to have and that Dream doesn't have to be this overly positive person all the damn time

Because ya'll gotta remember, Ink still takes their negative emotions/vials and that would probably end up Ink explaining that negative emotions are still needed like the positive ones

[mamuzzy]

Peak Alpha-17 moment when the Grim Reaper comes for your chicken, so you start to beat his ass, BECAUSE NO ONE IS GOING TO TOUCH THE CHICKENS!!!

[uppercut-athletics]

Sparring highlights 🔥

[twinterrors29]

when Obi-Wan arrives on Mandalore to investigate claims that the Mandalorians are working with the Separatists, Alpha-17 insists on joining him

they still have to root out Pre Vizsla's Death Watch after the terror attack on Sundari, but quickly realize that the incredibly homogeneous armor paint worn by the Death Watch commandos they met doesn't match the recordings they have of Mandalorians attacking Republic supply ships

so they have to look further, eventually picking up a lead toward the Prime's birth world, Concord Dawn

where Alpha-17 is able to learn that the Protectors have been recently taken over with a man with a very familiar face: Spar, Alpha-02, the brother he thought he'd lost before the war even started....

and now Alpha-17 has to decide whether his loyalty to his brother outweighs his duty to the Republic, and to his Jedi partner...

[clonemando]

hi!!! idk if u know legends but if u can can you write something from Spar’s perspective when he and the Supercommandos fight clones?

I don't know Spar super well tbh. I know of him but I haven't read his stuff personally so it's mostly conjecture. I've read the Alpha-17 comics and the Jango Fett Comics from legends as well as a few Boba related things.

I appreciate the request but I think that this isn't going to be a ficlet I'd be up to writing right now. I might revisit this later and if I do I'll definitely tag you!

[taistelutaide]

POV: Your cocky pretty boy sparring partner has a record of 0-68 knockout losses against you, but he still comes back to make it 0-69...

[yukipri]

The Prime Override - Chapter 73 is up!

Hevy - Alpha Sparring

Sorry it took forever to update again! And forever to edit too *looks at the clock*...Anyway, here's the next chapter!

This Chapter: Spar beats the shit out of Ninety-Nine.

Ninety-Nine was the sole vod who reached maturity so quickly, even as his Alpha batchmates gradually followed in short bursts in the years after him. This meant that for years, he was the only adult vod (other than Jango—and Jango wasn’t allowed to count, not back then). He was also the sole vod who didn’t have a schedule that was constantly packed with training, training, and more training. He was the only vod who wasn’t being forged into something, a tool to sell—he was an anomaly, a single unit deemed past practical use, but kept around due to his value as an experiment, and as a means to control their Prime. All of this meant that Ninety-Nine alone had the means—both mentally, and in terms of his time—to begin building the foundation of what would rapidly grow to become the Ghosts. Even those who were ignorant of the Ghosts, as Hevy had been, always knew he was central to who the Vode were as a people. He couldn’t imagine Tipoca City without him. No one once doubted his value. Even if he was a non-combatant. It makes it all the harder for Hevy not to move, not to scream, when Ninety-Nine is ruthlessly hurled out of the ring. He hits the ground with a thud, heavy enough to shake the training room.

> > Read Ch 73 on AO3

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> Ch 74 - Part 1

[clonememesfrikyeah]

Stec: “Hey Maze!”

Spar: “Force sakes, just say corn, Maze is corn everybody!”

Fordo: “He calls himself that because he thinks it sounds more mystical.”

Jangotat/Nate: “Well I like the way he said it; Maze!”

All the other arcs: “Maze! mAze! MaZe!”

Trantos: “It’s fantastic!”

Alpha-17: “It’s a-Maze-ing.”

Maze: ” :/“

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Alpha & Pebble my beautifully fucked up boys ! Here’s them fighting because they don’t know how to communicate. Angst, but with some tiny bit of comfort ? Maybe ? I’m not sure it really is comfort but well.

Alpha’s not sure what the Sibling of Sin said, he only caught the tail end of a mean laugh, but it must’ve been about Delta ; it’s the only thing that could get that reaction out of Pebble. Snarl peeling his lips so far back it looks borderline painful, eyes blazing, tail whipping the air, claws extended.

The earth ghoul is about to pounce on the stupid, stupid human, rip them to shreds and risk being sent back to the pit for the offense it represents. Alpha acts on instinct alone.

The fire ghoul barely manages to catch the back of Pebble’s uniform just as the earth ghoul leaps toward the Sibling. Pebble didn’t see Alpha coming, too blinded by rage, and is caught by surprise ; in a second, and despite his vigorous thrashing, Alpha has the earth ghoul in a chokehold, his arm digging into Pebble’s neck in an effort to keep him from committing first degree murder.

The Sibling blanches at the display, finally realizing their stupidity, the amount of danger they’ve subjected themselves to by sheer malice, and scurries away while they still can. 

Alpha curses as he drags Pebble away, sharp kicks surely bruising his legs, claws raking along his arm in an attempt to make him let go. No chance. Alpha only tightens his hold, cutting Pebble’s airways even more off until the earth ghoul’s knees buckle under him and he let himself be thrown into the common room.

Alpha only grants him a few seconds to take deep, gasping breaths before taking two fistful of the front of Pebble’s uniform, hauling him up against the wall ; with the earth ghoul being a good head shorter than Alpha, and pretty light in comparison,  it’s easy for the fire ghoul to pin Pebble there, his feet barely grazing the ground.

« Are you stupid ?! » Alpha growls inches from Pebble’s face.

« Let go you fucking-»

« No, » Alpha grunts, baring his own fangs, « I asked you a question. Are you fucking stupid ?! That what you earth ghouls do, smoke your brains away ?! You know what happens to dumb sons of bitches who harm members of the Church ?! Do you want to be sent back, away from you greenhouse, your home, your pack ?! »

Pebble blinks, momentarily stunned by the reason behind Alpha’s anger, before his face contorts once again and venom creeps back in the pale green of his eyes.

« So you’d let that piece of shit say whatever they want ? Insult Delta whenever they like ? »

So Alpha was right, it was indeed about Delta. The fire ghoul doesn’t get to say what he wants, Pebble is on a roll.

« Yes, of course you would. Pack only matters when it suits you, yeah ? When it’s convenient. But the second protecting it might cause troubles, you back off like the coward you are. Is there any of us you’d take actual risks for ? Is there anyone outside of Omega, oh so precious Omega, you would sacrifice things for ? »

Alpha sees red, Pebble’s word cutting deep, hitting a nerve dead on. How dare he. How dare Pebble question everything Alpha did for the pack ? The fire ghoul doesn’t know if he wants to rip the earth ghoul’s tongue out or curl into himself to sob. 

Pebble opens his mouth to go on, and Alpha is absolutely sure he cannot take a drop more of the earth ghoul’s venom, that infamous venom of his that slithers into your veins, wraps around your heart, squeezes until it bursts.

Alpha throws Pebble to the ground, sits on his chest, raises a fist - aiming for his face, maybe his nose, anything that would make the earth ghoul shut up, shut up, shut up.

That’s when Alpha catches the glimmer of hope in Pebble’s eyes, realization dawning on him with the effect of a cold shower. Pebble itches for a fight. Wants to get hit, beaten up to a pulp, and who better to rile up for that than Alpha, short-tempered, sparring enthusiast Alpha ?

As always, Pebble is seeking what he cannot ask for, and seeking it from Alpha. 

The fire ghoul stills, fist still raised. Pebble waits, tense as a bowstring, eyeing it almost voraciously. But there, under the anger and inexplicable need to be hurt, something fragile, vulnerable hides. 

Whatever the Sibling said, Pebble took it to heart.

Alpha’s eyes slip closed, a shuddering sigh escaping him as he brings his hand down slowly, grabbing Pebble’s jaw firmly, but with unusual gentleness. The earth ghoul stiffens.

« You know damn well I take care of my pack. And, whether you like it or not, you are pack too. So the next time you want to be used as a fucking punching bag, you join me on the mat instead of running your fucking mouth and goading me into damn near killing you. »

Despite the simmering fury in Alpha’s voice, his hand doesn’t tightens, simply stays there, holding.

Pebble’s eyes flash with both desperation and rage.

« Don’t pretend to care- »

Alpha growls again, tail slapping against the floor harshly enough to sting.

« Stop telling me how I feel, Pebble. My feelings are mine, you don’t get to twist them into what’s more convenient for you. »

All the fight seems to rush out of the earth ghoul’s body at that. Pebble’s muscles all let go at once, his face growing weary, almost melancholic. He avoids Alpha’s eyes, nods curtly.

« Got it. »

Alpha can’t help the way his eyebrows skyrocket toward his hairline at that, but doesn’t comment. It’s as close an apology as he’ll get from Pebble.

The earth ghoul is staring at Alpha’s arm, jaw clenching hard. There’s a few rivulets of blood trickling from the claw marks Pebble left on it in his efforts to free himself.

For a moment, they stay frozen like this, something akin to « what now ? » floating in the heavy silence between them.

A door slamming in the distance snaps them out of it. Alpha let go of Pebble, stands up to let the earth ghoul do the same. Pebble runs a hand through his short, messy hair, strands spiking in every directions. 

Sighing heavily, Alpha adjusts his shirt, glad that he wasn’t wearing his own uniform, or else he’d have a lot of explaining to do as to why his sleeve would be in tatters. Again.

From the corner of his eyes, the fire ghoul spies Pebble awkwardly straightening his collar, somehow seeming reluctant to leave. Alpha watches him, and yet, he’s caught completely off guard when the earth ghoul grabs his injured arm, careful to avoid the cuts, eyes glaring daggers at the consequences of his own anger.

The strangeness of the situation keeps Alpha frozen, eyes glued to Pebble’s face. The near permanent crease between the earth ghoul’s eyebrows, the scar cutting through the bridge of his nose, the smattering of freckles across his cheekbones, the scruff eating away at his cheeks, everything is thrown into sharp focus by their sudden stillness.

When the earth ghoul looks up at Alpha, the fire ghoul wonders what he sees. Yellow eyes Pebble’s dying to gouge out ? Already crooked nose the earth ghoul longs to break into an even more unsavory form ? Deep claw marks on his cheek he’d like to extend ? But the look in Pebble’s eyes doesn’t hold any murderous intent. It’s conflicted, confused, the abrupt change in their usual dynamic rendering him just as silent as Alpha. 

For once, they are both out of words. A miracle, really.

Then, Pebble let go so suddenly you’d think Alpha lost control of his fire and inflicted him a third degree burn.

« You should get those checked out, » the earth ghoul mumbles, resolutely staring at his feet.

Alpha blinks, lost for a moment, before remembering his injuries.

« Those are just scratches. »

Pebble scoffs, but doesn’t add anything, fleeing the room without once meeting Alpha’s eyes again.

The fire ghoul heaves a sigh, scrubs his hand over his face. He feels weird, Pebble’s expression when he took stock of the damages he’d done lingering in his mind. 

Alpha hopes Mist will let him share a smoke with her tonight, Satan knows he could use her blunt honesty to understand whatever the fuck just happened.

But first, he has a Sibling to scare the living daylight out of to ensure they won’t breath a word of Pebble’s near slip up.

[roseaesynstylae]

In keeping with my firm belief that 99 is one of the Alphas, here’s some headcanons about his relationships with various Legends characters.

Alpha-17: Alpha loves his little brother and will happily pound your face in if you insult him. Fordo: He always brings 99 gifts and communicates with him while he’s on a mission. He’s not really a talkative person and 99 is well aware of it.

Spar: 99 picked up on what was going on with Spar before anyone else and got concerned. While no one’s ever come out and said it, the rest of the Alphas have their suspicions about how easily Spar snuck off of Kamino.

Mij Gilamar: 99 and Gilamar have a fairly good relationship, mainly because Gilamar is one of the few medics 99 trusts to work on him without doing any weird experiments. Walon Vau: 99 has very mixed feelings about Vau. On one hand, he hates how Vau treats his trainees and knows that they’re all going to end up traumatized and unstable. On the other, he does understand where Vau is coming from, at least on paper. He wants his brothers to survive and he gets that commandos need more intense training than average clone troopers. He just knows that Vau’s cadets are going to end up with PTSD long before they ever see a battlefield. Things are complicated by the fact that Mird, for reasons best known only to itself, has taken a liking to him, meaning that it has to come over for playdates. Between Mird and the fact that Vau is legitimately trying to toughen his cadets up so they’ll survive, 99 likes him more than certain other trainers.

Dred Priest: If 99 had the chance, he’d kill Priest without any remorse. (And Isabet Reau as well, but she and Priest are basically the same asshole.) As he can’t do that, he’ll settle for using his access to the utility control rooms to make their lives as difficult as possible.

Kal Skirata: 99 is aware that Skirata genuinely wants the Nulls to be happy and that he’s the main reason the Nulls weren’t decommissioned. 99 respects him for that (possibly connected to a certain fanfic idea that has consumed my mind), but something about the man just rubs him the wrong way. Skirata has never done anything to him, it’s just one of cases where you just dislike someone and can’t quite explain why.

The Nulls: Despite the Nulls and the Alphas having a tense relationship, 99’s never had any problems with them, outside of them knocking out the power to the science building and making his job harder. He knows that they could be a lot worse and they don’t intentionally cause him trouble. (See the parentheses for Kal Skirata.)