#alternatively: commander cody is a bottom????

[jelenina]

Obi-wan: *obnoxious tea slurp

Cody: *standing up and slamming his head into the shelf above obi-wan's bed

Cody: *a very, VERY loud groan

Obi-wan: oh, cody, dear

The giant group of clones huddled around the door trying to figure out if their CO's are fucking, hearing, in rapid succession:

A slurp

A slam

A groan

A pet name

The group: ....what the fuck

[spiritofthenortheners]

A little snippet I’m writing for @codex-week (Day 5 with an alternate prompt ’Sea of Duner’ by Colin Arc). My first Codexweek sooo I’m a bit nervous, hopefully this will turn out ok 😅

Their encampment is not that far actually but Cody wanted to have a chance to explore the strange reddish dunes a bit. Because for once they have a couple of days of – not downtime exactly but not full-on war either. This is a convenient way to scout the surroundings while also. Well. Cody swallows, side-eyes Rex who’s bucket is tilted and who seems to be observing tiny lizard-like creatures who are able to sprint around on sand. Rex mutters something about envying them but his voice is warm, even through the helmet. Cody bites his bottom lip and glances at the surroundings. If the directions his scouts sent are correct…

And yes. A little rocky mound shimmers in the harsh sunshine.

”We could take a break over there,” Cody suggests. His voice is thick even in his own ears.

Abruptly, he feels very stupid and awkward. He doesn’t know if this is a good idea, if Rex would even want to do anything like this because - because they are not sweet or cute or even actually together.

Rex has stopped admiring the wildlife and is watching him. Cody shifts, starts towards the rocky formation and waves Rex along. “Won’t be far,” he mutters, feeling heat spreading over his cheekbones.

Rex follows.

They climb towards the top of this little haven of not-sand and oh Force yes there is the cave. As promised.

The cave is dim and rocky structures making up the walls are deep reddish orange, color stronger than in the sand. Rex’s curiosity is like a tingle along Cody’s spine and he can feel it in the way Rex steps close, removes his bucket and kneels to slide his gloved hand along the smooth surface under their feet. Cody lets his pack slide on the ground and watches Rex, takes off his bucket and drags a hand over his face. Sweat and sand. As rays of the setting suns light up the entrance, Rex’s blond hair glows orange, reminiscent of the color in their armor paint. Cody swallows. Rex lifts his gaze, eyes wide and questioning and beautiful.

”Why did you want to come here?” He frowns. “Commander.”

Cody knows he should keep his distance. He should not get attached because one shouldn’t get involved with one’s subordinates and -

His mind is blank.

[hawkeykirsah]

Codywanbingo Fill 1

So, it’s been months since I got my alternative professions bingo card for the @codywanbingo​ but I finally got hit with inspiration (thank you, @glimmerglanger​!) for the first prompt fill today. Enjoy this Modern AU with Obi-Wan meeting his niblings’ kindergarten teacher for the first time!

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Commander Cody Prompt: Teacher Words: ~750 Rating: G

Ficlet and card under the cut!

Obi-Wan pulled into the school parking lot and cast a quick glance at his watch. He had made it just in time to pick up his brother’s kids. 

Letting out a slow breath, he pulled the key out of the ignition and got out of the car, making his way over to the side entrance leading to the kindergarten after checking his trunk to make sure he had car seats along for the twins. He did, luckily. He wasn’t sure what he would have done otherwise.

As soon as he opened the door to the building a cacophony of noise crashed over him.

He passed through the din of high-pitched kids’ voices excitedly showing their parents or grandparents or other legal guardians their creations of the day and the sound of rubber boots thudding down the hallway to a classroom further down. Padmé had been so kind to tell him both the name of the twins’ teacher and the room they were in.

The door was open.

“Oh no!” a voice with an Aussie or Kiwi accent, Obi-Wan wasn’t quite sure which, called out theatrically from the inside, “I have been overwhelmed! The minions of evil are too powerful!” Squeals and delighted laughter followed as the man groaned and fell silent.

Obi-Wan peered inside, intrigued. Some children stood in a circle around a lump of bodies in their midst. The teacher, Obi-Wan presumed, at the bottom and five children, his niece and nephew among them, trying to pin him to the ground.

“Mister Fett! Mister Fett! You can beat them!” a black girl called, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “You’re stronger than them! You just gotta get up!”

“You think so?” came a muffled voice from the floor.

“YES!” shouted the kids in the circle.

Smiling, Obi-Wan watched transfixed as the conglomerate rose off the floor until finally the man stood, three children clinging to his arms, and one to each leg. His smile froze as his eyes took in the orange henley pulled taut by broad shoulders and let his gaze trail slowly downward. He swallowed.

The man—Mr. Fett—turned, the children still holding on for dear life, and looked over at the door and then up. Obi-Wan swallowed again, mouth helplessly dry, because this was the handsomest man he had seen in a while.

“Okay kids, looks like time’s up for today. Everybody double check their seat to make sure everything is cleaned up!”

Other adults pushed past Obi-Wan, greeting the teacher as they went in to gather their children. The man greeted back, excusing himself from one parent, and made his way toward Obi-Wan.

“Can I help you, sir?” Mr. Fett asked, coming to a stop in front of Obi-Wan, a serious look on his face.

“Ah,” Obi-Wan said, eloquently, while his brain tried to kickstart, “yes, pardon me. I’m here to pick up Luke and Leia.”

The teacher lifted an eyebrow. Clearly that was not enough information

“My name is on their pick-up list. Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he went on. “I probably should have said that first.”

A smile broke out on Mr. Fett’s face and by the gods, Obi-Wan clearly needed to get laid if he had so much trouble thinking around an admittedly extremely handsome person. “No worries. Had to check, though, just to be safe.”

“Yes, of course,” he replied, smiling back. “I’ll be picking them up every Tuesday for the next few weeks and possibly on some days in between as well.”

“Uncle Obi!” Leia called, barreling into him, Luke following immediately behind her. They had their bags slung over their backs, ready to go.

“Well,” Mr. Fett said, warmth suffusing his voice and a smile tugging at the scar curled around his left eye, “I guess we’ll be seeing more of each other then.”

“Yes, certainly, I look forward to it,” Obi-Wan blurted, cursing himself internally as soon as the words left his mouth. “I’m sorry, we need to get going. Until then, Mr. Fett,it’s been a pleasure meeting you,” he said, making a hasty retreat before he could make more of a fool of himself.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” came the reply, “and the name’s Cody.”

Their eyes met one more time before Cody turned away to talk to the woman from before and Obi-wan ushered the twins toward the exit. 

Perhaps, he thought, watching the twins buckle themselves up, he could pick them up more often. And perhaps, just perhaps, he could get to know Cody a little better.

[zinzinina]

Hi hi Sam!! 💕 Could I please send a ✨ for ‘Hierarchy of Needs’ (one of my favorite fics, btw)? I am thinking about the part where reader first sees Rex on the Resolute, and she’s senses his energy signature. I’d just love to know what he was thinking about! 💖

Hi Jess! Thank you so much, my love! I had a lot of fun with your suggestion x

Pairing: Captain Rex x F!Reader Words: 950 Rating: Mature (Non-explicit) Warnings: Canon-typical mention of violence and war

This is a reworking of a scene from this fic, told from Rex’s POV.

from a certain point of view ask game ✨

Rex’s mind is so deep into strategy he’s barely aware of the quiet murmuring around the edges of the holodisplay from the figures waiting for the briefing to begin. He needs to mobilise a small detachment without attracting attention from the main deluge of fire; he’s already considering which troopers are most likely to manage to make planetfall without coming to any harm.

But then he hears the familiar, smooth lilt of Skywalker’s voice behind him.

“…is Captain Rex, of the 501st.”

He turns at the sound of his name, and there you are.

Rex isn’t flustered easily. He can’t afford it. It doesn’t help anybody in the heat of battle when the commanding officer is left without a plan, regardless of what happens. His men look to him in the midst of death and dismemberment and horrors beyond anything they could have imagined sitting through simulations in training. It’s his job to stay calm, even if his stomach is turning with the sights and smells of warfare.

Which makes the sheer intensity of his body’s response to the sight of you even more alarming.

His heart jolts like he’s been thrown out of a moving transport without warning. Every thought of flight paths and ballistic vertices leaves him, his head completely empty except for this: what are you doing out here? You’re only supposed to be providing ground support for relief missions; evacuating civilians, accompanying official convoys safely to their destinations. This is an active combat zone. It isn’t safe. But as he watches you tilt your head, listening intently to whatever Skywalker’s saying now, he’s reminded that nowhere in the galaxy is safe anymore. Not for soldiers, not for civilians, and not for Jedi.

Your eyes turn up and meet his, and he’s caught for the first time in your direct gaze. His breath leaves him. Maker, you’re beautiful. Even more beautiful than he remembers, in the way you’d gently crossed your arms over your chest during the last holoconference, your fingers tapping lightly against your own forearm. He could nearly buckle under the weight of this; how close you are, close enough to smell the faint sweetness of incense on your robes and hair. He feels like a cadet again; as though he’s experiencing the same embarrassed, slightly dizzy groundlessness of falling from a height during a training exercise and being teased by his older brothers. He can nearly hear the grin in Cody’s voice ringing in his ears: “Get up, vod’ika! It’s not naptime now!”

Your lips part slightly as you gaze across into his face, and he feels the prickle of heat under the high neck of his blacks as this thought intrudes above all others: your bottom lip looks as though it would be so soft under the gentle press of his thumb… or his teeth.

It only takes him a second to shuffle through this storm of emotion and shove it all down — hard. He knows he was pretty quick, but as your brows draw slightly together in confusion, he worries for a moment he wasn’t quick enough. With a focus bordering on frantic, he draws up thoughts of his DC-17s; mentally disassembling them, cleaning out the interior components, checking over the carbines. He realises that his distracted nod of acknowledgement to you is gruff, bordering almost on surliness, but it’s better than the alternative.

He ignores Skywalker’s sideways glance of amusement, maintaining his concentration as the briefing commences. Even as he directs every thread of his attention to avoiding them, the thoughts still turn over in the hidden quiet of the underneath-part of his mind. At one point, your hand comes up unconsciously to touch your chin, your index finger brushing the side of your mouth. And if he weren’t already watching you, he’d have missed it; but there it is, and you glance at him again for just a second, your eyes darting nervously away.

He’s seen this before. With the soft-spoken archivist on Coruscant. With the funny, glamorous translator aide on that mission to Malastare. Glittering, confident women in bars during nights off, and shy, sweet women on remote farming worlds. He’s not unaware of the presence he carries, and he’s had enough women stroking their own lips while looking at him to know what it means. In the same moment that the realisation swells with joy in his chest, it breaks his fucking heart.

Rex has never allowed himself to want anything too deeply. Some of his brothers relish in their shore leave; glutting themselves on civilian food, drinking and dancing until they’re nearly too exhausted to stumble back to the barracks. He can’t begrudge them this. Not when any night could be their last. He’s never shared in these activities with quite the same level of enthusiasm though, finding it foolish, close to dangerous to want something that he couldn’t have. Every fresh-cooked cantina meal only made the ration packs the next morning taste that much blander by comparison.

So instead he’d managed to almost completely convince himself that everything he wanted, he already had. To serve the Republic with dignity and pride. To protect the people who couldn’t protect themselves. To be a brave, strong leader. A good brother. A good soldier.

But looking at you as you nervously readjust the wide sleeves of your robes, your eyelashes flicking sideways as you glance at the tally marks on his thighplate, he realises how very wrong he was. There was never any danger in food or spirits, cards or dancing. The danger was here all along, right where he’d stumble blindly into it. And now that he’s faced with the one thing so far removed from the realm of possibility as to be almost physically painful, he’s never wanted anything so badly in his entire life.

[ao3feed-obikin]

Desperate Times

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43492813 by Starstarc “Well it certainly looks like you enjoyed yourself regardless.” Cody said with a side eye that rivalled Windu’s. By now they were in a blessedly empty corridor where Obi-Wan could easily interrogate him. “And what do you mean by that Commander?” “Oh nothing, you just look very relaxed although a bit sore given how you're walking, must’ve been a hell of a fight down there.” The smirk in place did little to comfort Obi-Wan as he attempted to keep his face perfectly neutral. “Oh you know how it is, those sith are rather ruthless when they want to be.” He smiled amicably and prayed to the force that the matter would lay to rest. “Oh of course…” Obi-Wan smiled and felt his shoulders relax, “But that doesn’t explain the rather impressive hickey on your neck.” --- Or Obi-Wan makes a habit of flirting meaninglessly with his enemies, however he may have met his match in a new Sith apprentice. This leads to various innuendoes, sexually charged fights and the occasional tender moment as the universe throws every conceivable trope at them. Words: 22689, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Hondo Ohnaka, Padmé Amidala, CC-2224 | Cody Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Getting Together, Dooku Is So Done (Star Wars), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Flirting, Sharing Body Heat, Hurt Obi-Wan Kenobi, BAMF Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Raised as a Sith, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Choking, and it's the sexy way ;), Dancing, Trapped, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, Top Anakin Skywalker read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43492813

[lemonsunset-bookshop]

The Not Good, Very Bad, Terrible Jedi

By Maddy_B

30 hours on Millbillillie

"The… party, sir?" Cody had that sinking feeling again. "Oh right!" Skywalker said, and then leapt up onto a crate to address the gathered men. "Alright troopers, consider yourselves on leave for the next 30 hour rotation!" he shouted, to cheers from the men. "Now," at that, he dramatically ripped his tunics open. Rex made a choking noise next to Cody’s ear. "LETS FUCKING PARTY!" They're all going to die, Cody thought.

An early book, before I really got the process down, so the first cover was wrong but the second worked out. I hadn’t gotten my Cricut yet so the numbers were made with my Stampin’ Up set, and the rest of the title is my label maker.

This is the story I learned to book bind for. This is so much fun, just some big belly laughed and delicious scenes with some good character exploration. Ugh, I just love this. Obi-wan and Anakin are just completely unhinged, Ahsoka is getting so much love, Rex is having the time of his life, the chat is getting the BEST gossip, and Cody is having an AWAKENING! It is amazing, go read it, and read the whole series!

A Most Elegant Dinner Party

"You're not… cooking, are you?" asked Obi-Wan warily. "No! Of course not!" she said cheerfully, dusting her hands off on the apron she was wearing. "You know I'm not allowed to cook Obi-Wan, don't be ridiculous."

Printed with the first story, I wanted to have them match so I did a blue cover with the colorful detail. The wine glass is from, again, Stampin’ up and the title is with the label maker.

This one builds on the previous in the best way. We’re going to a dinner party with a bunch of ridiculous people. It goes nicely, but it’s ENLIGHTENING. It’s lovely, it’s spicy, funny, and just a great time. GO READ IT!

Commander Fox is Completely Fine

Cody was still staring at him. Fox wasn't sure what made him keep talking. "It's always the shinies who think they're invincible," he muttered, "who think they're above the rules." Cody nodded slowly. "Yeah," he said, voice a little hoarse, "that's usually how I lose them too." Fox watched as his little brother finished the rest of his drink and stared down into his empty cup. It wasn't the same, he wanted to say. That's a battlefield, this is the centre of the Republic, it's different. The truth is that it's not as different as it should be.

Gave myself a minor heart attack taking pictures of this one as I was STILL READING IT BUT CHOOSE TO MOVE THE BOOKMARK ANYWAY; terrifying. Just a typical galaxy fabric cover. The cover image is the Coruscant logo I used my Cricut to get out, and I am very proud; except for that mess near the bottom, I’m still learning how to work with vinyl. The spine image and page breaks are alternate versions of the Coruscant Guard logo.

Contrary to what the title says, Fox is not Okay, but he gets better. This is all the year or so leading up to 30 Hours, the first book, and everything going wrong. It hurts a lot, but it’s also really freaking GOOD! We meet some amazing original and canon characters, have some profound conversations, lots of humor, lots of spice, and just an amazing read. This not only lives up to the standard the first two books set, but surpasses it. Please, please, please, go read this series and tell Maddy_B how amazing she’s doing.

There’s also several shorts to enjoy and another long story featuring REX! Our favorite blond captain is getting his own story, with a hunky Jedi for himself, but he’s got to suffer first.

[jessiebanethedragon]

Jealousy makes the heart grow fonder (5/?)

This part follows both parts of chapter 4 :) 

You have already given this planet a special spot dedicated in your brain for how much you hate it. It’s covered in pollution, it’s way too hot and all of that combined with the smoldering remains of whatever came this way before the separatists is giving off a slightly ominous oder. Wolffe’s face is a tad bruised and Crosshair is still limping but other than that they both seem fine. And even though you hate walking in silence it's better than the alternative which is fighting. That is until Crosshair climbs atop a rusting pile of speeders to get a better look at the terrain. 

“I don’t think he’s in any condition to be climbing…” You begin, but of course he’s already started making his way up the very sketchy looking tower. 

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Wolffe asks, very unconcerned. 

“He could fall and die!” You protest, tilting your head to keep an eye on him as he gets further and further away. 

“Eh.” Wolffe shrugs, “it is what it is.”  

“Heard that!” Crosshair calls from his perch, finally reaching the top and pulling his rifle out. You don’t know what it is but there's something about him looking through his scope and shouldering his gun that is a-okay with you. 

“You’re drooling.” Wolffe shoves you playfully but his stare is anything but. You hear Cross make a shot at something, and by the sound of something hitting the ground a few clicks out you’re guessing it wasn't anything friendly. He hastily makes his way back down. 

“Report?” Hunter asks, being one of the few people trying to remain focused. 

“Well, now we have proof i'm the best looking…” 

“The surveillance Crosshair” Hunter interjects before this whole thing goes off the rails. 

“Probe droid, east-words. Won't be a problem anymore, I’d say they’re not worried about being found considering there was only one.” He says, popping a toothpick in his mouth. And the group heads off again.  You’re talking nonsense with Boost and Sinker while Wolffe is up ahead. 

“You guys are such shit disturbers,” You sigh after a story about them painting a wolfpack logo on the backside of one commanders armour, and said commander not noticing for weeks. 

“I would say we are the best in the whole GAR” Boost announces with a smirk and a nod. 

“Oh I wouldn't say that…” You contemplate, watching the offense take over their faces. 

“Yeah and who could top us?” Sinker jumps in, ready to know who’s reputation they have to beat. “Fives? Jesse?” 

“Me.” You say with pride, if there was one thing you knew how to do it would be medicine, but like, shit disturbing is a very close second. 

“No way” They both huff and scoff at you, and the glint in your eye has them both taking a metaphorical step back. 

“Five credits says I can get Wolffe more annoyed than you’ve ever seen him.” You whisperer leaning into them so there's no chance he can overhear you. 

“You are so on.” Boost says thinking about the time they were yelled at for half the night after he, Sinker, and Warthog took all his blaster apart and changed them for other parts of the same kind. He’d spent so long trying to figure out why his gun wouldn't fit back together before realizing something was amiss. You grab Sinker's hand and drag him closer towards the commander so he is definitely in ear shot, Boost follows behind trying not to look suspicious. 

“Sinker, have I ever told you how pretty you are?” You sigh as dreamily and dramatically as possible. Wolffe turns his head just slightly, teeth clenched. You also gained Crosshair’s attention, ‘two for one’ you think with a smile.

“Like, it's just your hair is so pretty with the blonde and your eyes…” you trail off thinking a bit more. 

“This is just cruel meds” He whispers with a small laugh. 

“You’re, oh what was that word you said to me…” You pretend to think for a moment. “Oh I know! Mesh’la” it’s the use of the mando’a that does it.

“Break it up.” Wolffe growls, glaring at Sinker like he’s about to shoot him. So you leave his side and basically skip over to Wolffe. 

“It’s okay,” You tell him, with a voice so airy and soft it’s like you’re singing. “You’re still pretty.” And you know what you say next might actually make him explode. 

“But commander Cody is just downright sinful.” You don't know why, but there are some commanders who do not get along and Cody just seems to ruffle Wolffe’s feathers. Maybe it has something to do with facial scars, you don't know, but you do know that you can see the anger in his eyes right now as Wolffe grips one of your wrists, growling slowly as you innocently look up at him. 

“You best start backpedaling.” He grits out, and you’d be tempted to listen, except the way he’s glaring at you is having the opposite effect on you. 

“I think it’s the scar. I really like Cody's…” Wolffe sees red. He knows you’re baiting him, he knows you don't really like Cody's scar. And he knows that you are both surrounded by other people but he doesn't care. Because he pulls you flush against him, both of your hands landing on his chest plate and your sentence dying on your lips.

“What was that? I didn't quite catch what you were saying.” He murmurs, tongue slowly coming out of his mouth to move along his bottom lip. Oh krifing hells, you can’t speak, can’t think, and you can’t even breathe when he’s looking at you like that. And as you stand there gaping at him he just lets out a satisfied huff.

“That's what I thought.” The world starts swaying and you think you might actually swoon and pass out in his arms, even though there's so much blood in your cheeks and head there's no way your brain doesn't have enough oxygen. 

“Care to keep things professional Commander?” The voice is a hiss, and the word commander is spat like a curse. Crosshair. He’s standing just off to the side, hands crossed and looking positively out of shape about the scene in front of him.       

“Does the underweight ostrich have a problem?” Wolffe addresses him without taking his eyes off of you. Crosshair stalks over to the two of you. 

“Keep your sit-covered paws off our medic.”  He spits, grabbing the top of Wolffe’s left arm. 

“Move your hand if you want to keep it.” Wolffe retorts, letting his hands slip away from you.  Neither of them move, and you’re raising a hand to Crosshair's shoulder, making him look at you. But his face drops dramatically, as he sees something off in the distance behind you. You’ve only just started to turn and look when he’s shoving you out of the way as the first blast lands.   

taglist: @persaloodles @peacefulwizardfox @haloangel391 @mangoberry43 @the-silentium 

[maulusque]

cody/rex for that one weird headcanon one sad headcanon etc thing?

ooooh man i love these two they’re so great together and so TRAGIC

Weird Headcanon: Mutual complaining is their foreplay. They get together and bitch about their Jedi, the Council, the Senate, their troops, Fives specifically, the war in general, paperwork, etc., and it always leads directly to sex. Neither of them have stopped to think too much about why bitching to their partner turns them on.

Sad Headcanon: towards the end of the war, Rex and Cody’s relationship became strained. They saw less and less of each other, and while Rex was starting to doubt the Republic and everything he’d been told he was fighting for, Cody was still staunchly loyal to the Republic. Rex’s experiences with Cut, Umbara, and especially Fives, caused him to become disillusioned with the cause, and he felt lost and adrift, no longer sure of what he was doing. In a way, he lost his sense of identity, because you can’t be a Captain of the GAR if you think the GAR is a bullshit sham. Cody, on the other hand, started to cling harder to the indoctrination they were taught as kids. he couldn’t not believe in the Republic whole-heartedly. He had to believe that the war, and all the men who had marched to their deaths on his orders, were worth it, because he couldn’t face the alternative.

So when Rex came to Cody, lost and hurting and scared and looking for comfort, Cody rebuffed him. Rex tried to tell Cody about the conspiracy Fives had unearthed, but Cody refused to believe him. Rex desperately wanted Cody to believe him, wanted to save Cody, but Cody threatened to remove him from his command if he persisted, and told him that he was toeing the line of treason with what he was saying. Rex begged Cody to listen to him, but Cody refused, and subsequently had him deployed to Mandalore as a warning. That was the last time Rex ever saw Cody. Rex’s biggest regret was always that he never got to tell Cody one last time that he loved him.

Unpopular Opinion: Rex is a bottom. i’m sorry i don’t make the rules that’s just the way it is. rex is a subby subby bottom and he absolutely loves it when Cody takes charge and tells him what to do, and he loves it when Cody holds him and tells him he’s good, and he loves how Cody makes him feel safe and loved and like everything will turn out ok (except then it DOESN’T)

send me a character or ship and i’ll give you one Weird Headcanon, one Sad Headcanon, and one Unpopular Opinion

[feikoi]

The test run was done in miniature because not only was this my first time with actual colorworking but I also had to teach myself doubleknitting. I used super cheap leftover yarn which unfortunately turned out to be different weights, contributing to the yellow wrapping around one edge slightly.

(We don't talk about the other edge. It is a messy, poorly-tensioned eyesore.)

But whatever. Practice piece. It's fine! (It's fine.)

Anyway, next up is the "do as I say, not as I do" pattern for a Commander Cody teddy bear scarf! Mix and match the motifs as you like: I'm indecisive af but hopefully they will be useful to someone.

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Let's knit!

Required Skills:

Invisible double knitting cast-on: it feels incredibly similar to the long-tail cast-on.

Double knitting: can you do a 1x1 rib and hold two strands at once? you're probably good.

Kitchener stitch to bind off.

Knowing how to read a stitch chart helps, but we're using it purely for the colors. And knitting flat is for the fucking birds, but that's also a requirement for this. Alas.

Required Materials:

Color A: One ball of white yarn, aran/worsted weight is fine.

Color B: One ball of warm yellow (goldenrod, orange-leaning, whatever floats your Venator) yarn, same type and weight. (Don't be like me, use the exact same weight!)

Knitting needles of smaller-than-recommended size, circular or straight. (I used 3.75mm circulars because. I don't think I own any small straight needles? Huh.)

Two double pointed needles or two circular needles in vaguely similar sizes, for binding off.

A blunt tapestry needle, also for binding off.

Directions:

1. Cast on 13 stitches of each color, using the invisible doubleknitting cast-on method.

2. Set up (rows 1-2)! This is covered in the linked tutorial, with one change: In Row 2 ONLY, all knit stitches should be knit through the back loop. This is to compensate for the twist direction of the cast-on method.

3. Choose your end motif, A or B, and follow the chart directions from the bottom up. Since this scarf is reversible, the alternating rows will have the inverse (the gold "wrong" side, but can it really be wrong? Nope!) facing you.

4. No color working, just plain double knitting for the next 48 rows.

5. If your brain is melting from boredom, it's central motif time! If you like the fic version, continue plain double knitting for 36 rows.

6. It's back! 48 rows of plain double knitting.

7. End motif again, this time knitting the chart from top to bottom.

8. Kitchener stitch bind off. **HOWEVER FOR CLARITY'S SAKE, if you're depending on a tutorial like me, you're gonna take the tapestry needle around the right side under the knitting needle points every time you switch from back to front and vice versa. no tutorial indicated this movement and I had to redo stitches an embarrassing number of times.

9. IT'S THE END DOOT-DOO DOO-DOOT-DOO-DOOT

(unless you wanna add fringe, which is totally valid)

Which end motif do you prefer? I'm also open to suggested changes, as the human-sized pattern will require modifications regardless.

I considered other central motif designs like ニ一ニ or 212 in Aurebesh, but they weren't quite balancing in such a narrow space. Aurebesh numbers, in particular, seem to be on a 10x10 grid? Suggestions/chart requests welcome! ^^

Commander Cody Teddy Bear Scarf

Inspired by @jessepinwheel's Star Wars fic, Dielectric Breakdown.

There is a gift waiting for Cody when he visits the Archives to do some work a few days later. It is a double knit scarf in 212th colors--gold-on-white on one side, white-on-gold on the other. It is a wide scarf with a stylized sunburst pattern at both ends, which looks shockingly similar to the pattern he had once painted on his armor.

Modeled by Butters!

(knitting pattern to follow)

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Fic title idea: "Heart of Kyber"

Heart of Kyber

Summary: With part of the Open Circle Fleet docked forsome much-needed shore leave after a harrowing battle, Obi-Wan gives the restof the 212th the slip and wanders planetside alone. As per his usual style,everything descends into chaos, especially when Anakin decides to join theparty. Humour, angst, fluff. Set mid-Clone-Wars era.

A sequel to Little People(Where Obi-Wan is interviewed by the Holonet Press) But no need forprior reading.

Characters:Obi-Wan Kenobi, AnakinSkywalker, Commander Cody, Captain Rex, Satine Kryze (mentioned)

Note: I’m cross-postingthis to fanfictiondotnet as well because of the length and premise.

It is not easy to slipunseen out of a Venator-class star destroyer.

Obi-Wan slides the smallmaintenance hatch shut, and is faced with the words ACTIVATE MAGNETIC SOLESNOW painted there in bold capitals. He ignores this; there are nomagnetic boot-soles in standard Jedi boots.

He hangs there for amoment, and considers the half-kilometre drop down to the bottom of theRepublic naval dockyard.

If he had cared to lookup, Obi-Wan would be faced with the yawning cavern of a ventral turbolaser; buthe does not, and so he simply swings gently in the breeze. Twenty years ago,when he was a young and green padawan, he might have paused and gave somethought to the fact he is hanging by one hand off the belly of a stardestroyer, right in the blasting path of a turbolaser emitter; but the thoughtdoes not even flicker through his mind, now.

So.

Hidden in the shade of themassive destroyer’s shadow, Obi-Wan spies a perfect landing spot. He closeshis eyes, feels for a gap in the breeze, and loosens his hold on themaintenance bar.

He drops like astraight-backed statue, russet cloak streaming up above him. Then he tucks hisknees into his chest, and his cloak presses against his back as he curls intothe cushion of the Force, slowing his fall.

His boots are silent asthey impact the duracrete, precisely in the small cul-de-sac between threecargo crates.

Obi-Wan straightens, runsa hand through his windswept hair, and readjusts his cloak.

It is not easy to slip outof a star destroyer.

But it is not anywherenear difficult, either.

He saunters out of thecargo area with an easy step and makes a discreet motion to the slack-jawedguard at the gate. The guard snaps both to attention and his mouth shut,nodding in understanding.

“Not a word, sir,” theguard says, in a hushed voice. He is not a clone. The Republic’s prizedclone troopers are too valued for combat to be wasted on a cargo bayguard-post, out here on an affluent Mid-Rim planet.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wanreplies, smiling.

Raising his hood, hedissolves into the crowds in the plaza adjacent to the docks. For the nexttwelve hours, there is nowhere he needs to be.

So he goes anywhere.

Obi-Wan is well awarethere may be a mild panic aboard ship when his absence is discovered. Buthe has not been derelict in his duties; he has used the first three hoursof official leave in visiting the wounded among his men, and made sure Codyknew he had left the ship. There is less to worry about with hissecond-in-command there to fend off any questions from the rest of the 212th.

What is left of the 212th,that is.

He slows his walk.

Their last battle hadended in victory, but a victory so hard-won that Obi-Wan had thought, in thecramped corners of his mind not occupied by deflecting blaster bolts andshouting orders and hauling wounded men away, that he would really havepreferred it if Anakin were there.

But Anakin was not.General Skywalker and the 501st had been called away six hours before thebeginning of the battle; doubtless to another world under Separatist siege, toface the horrors there.

And there, on a namelessplanet, surrounded by enough natural resources to fuel a small army (partly whythe Separatists took it in the first place), the 212th were cut down to halftheir number.

Obi-Wan’s boot catches onan irregular paving stone. He does not trip; but there is a stutter in his pacenevertheless. A passing Rhodian nearly collides with him. He senses rather thanhears the angry shout.

The last time they hadcome out of a battle this badly was Point Rain.

Obi-Wan ducks out of thecrowd and into an alcoved doorway, pressing a hand to his side. The smashed rib- yes, smashed, not bruised or cracked or even broken - from thatparticular incident is aching, as it does every so often. It is supposed to befully healed.

It occurs to him that manybattlefield wounds are supposed to be fully healed, when they are not.Especially those not seen.

“Are you all right?”

Obi-Wan glances up at thevoice, startled.  The door beside him is held open by a middle-aged maleTogruta; the Togruta frowns worriedly at Obi-Wan, apron crinkling as he bendsto peer under Obi-wan’s hood.

Obi-Wan steps smartlybackwards and lowers his head, evading those questioning eyes. “I’m quitefine, thank you,” he murmurs. “My apologies for blocking your doorway.”

The Togruta’s magnificentmontrals tilt into the bright late-morning light as he follows Obi-Wan out ontothe stoop. “I’m not sure who you are, mister, but you look like you needsome good caff in you.”

“I prefer tea,” Obi-Wanreplies, not allowing his wariness to bleed into his tone. He watches carefullyfrom beneath the rim of his cowl instead.

“We have that, too,” theTogruta says cheerfully, rubbing a hand on his apron. “Come on in. Youlook winded.”

After a moment’shesitation, Obi-Wan steps though the doorway. He finds himself in a brightlittle cafe, with a polished bartop and small, real-wood tables scattered abouta chequered floor.

The cafe is filled with alively number of patrons, though it is not so packed to be uncomfortably full.Obi-Wan takes the barstool indicated to him, and blinks in surprise when asmall plate is slid in front of him.

“Our compliments to newcustomers,” the cafe owner smiles at him. “You haven’t tasted Oi-oi berryshortcake until you’ve tried ours.”

“…Thank you.”

“The name’s Kuthun, by theway.”

“It is good to make youracquaintance, Kuthun.” Obi-Wan picks up his fork, still keeping his eyeslowered.

Kuthun places a papernapkin down by Obi-Wan’s plate with a calloused ochre hand. “I know you donot have a face, but surely you can afford to give me a name?” The question isteasingly affable.

“I’m…” Obi-Wansearches for a name that is not an outright lie. “…Ben,” he saysfinally. “I’m Ben.” Mandalorian starlight, and far-away Sundari…

“Forgive me for asking,Ben, but why the hidden face?”

The first forkful of Oi-oishortcake makes its way into Obi-Wan’s mouth. He is not surprised at howdelicious it is. Two months of field rations will do that to a man.

He takes his time chewingand swallowing before answering the question. “I have a well-known face,”he says, simply.

Kuthun pauses in arrangingthe caff-cups behind the counter. “Ah. Got caught on the bad side of the law?”

“No, I’m not running fromthe law,” Obi-Wan replies softly, head still lowered to allow his the shadow ofhis cowl to fall over his face. A thought occurs to him, and he grins ruefullyto himself. “Quite the opposite, in fact.”

“A celebrity, then? I’mafraid I most likely won’t know who you are. I don’t keep tabs on the popularstuff. That’s all for the younger generations.”

“Indeed,” Obi-Wan murmurs,spooning up another forkful of cake.

“What tea would youprefer?”

“Do you have Sapir?”

“Of course. It’s cominginto short supply now because of the war, but we even have some Noorian-blossomSapir here if you would-”

Obi-Wan’s heart leaps inhis chest. “Yes. Noori- I mean- Noorian-blossom Sapir. Please.”

“I’ll just be a minute,then.”

As Kuthun turns away tobrew the tea, Obi-Wan notices the voices coming from the holoscreens on everycorner. He risks a glance upwards at the closest one.

To his horror, he sees himselfon the screen.

It is that interview,given a few weeks ago. The one and only holonet press interview he has everbeen coerced into in his life, and a disastrous one at that. The interviewerhad seemed to ask all the wrong questions; memories Obi-Wan had kept carefullyrestrained had threatened to rise to the surface, and he had almost but notquite lost control when the interviewer asked a particular question about hismen.

And then Obi-Wan noticesthe other patrons.

The friendly cacophony inthe cafe lowers in volume as customers turn in their seats and give the screenstheir full attention. Kuthun reaches past Obi-Wan to turn up the volume on oneof the screens; Obi-Wan hurriedly adjusts his hood again. It will not to do berecognised, especially now.

The Obi-Wan on the screensits with languid grace.

The Obi-Wan in the cafe huncheson his barstool, hoping to make himself smaller. He cannot risk keeping hisface upturned to the screen, so he listens keenly instead.

Oh dear. It seems to bethe part about romantic attachments.

The producers appear tohave have edited the interview with customary holo-press aplomb. With thescreen flashing alternatively between the presenters’ comments and Obi-Wan’sactual words, he seems…evasive.

“Oh, the poor dear,” anelderly Twi’lek lady pipes up from behind Obi-Wan. “He’s obviously shy.”

“Considering that he’scalled The Negotiator, I should think not, ma’am,” Kuthun calls cheerily in herdirection. There is an answering chuckle from the rest of the cafe.

The presenters on-screenare talking very fast, now. Obi-Wan can imagine pictures being pulled intoview, gossip and slander and speculation-

“Heseemed to be hiding something, don’t you think? Now I can’t speak for him,obviously, but an anonymous photographer came forward with some veeeeryinteresting holos captured just half a year ago, at a landing pad in the SenateDistrict of Coruscant.” 

“Now,dear viewers, I believe that’s Duchess Satine Kryze of Mandalore!”

Obi-Wan has snapped up hishead to stare at the screen before he can stop himself.

The holo is not clear. Itwas obviously taken from a very long distance, and most likely by paparazzifollowing the Chancellor, and gleefully cashing in on the sudden appearance ofGenerals Kenobi and Skywalker - but what it shows is unmistakable.

A ring of Mandalorianroyal guards facing outwards, and in the centre-

Satine, caressing hischeek.

I’m stillnot sure about the beard.

Why?What’s wrong with it?

It hidestoo much of your handsome face.

Someone wolf-whistles inthe back of the cafe. The sound jars Obi-Wan out of a place somewhere in theaether, where he his doing something akin to screeching. But Jedi do notscreech. They…spar.

He really, really wishesAnakin were here right now. They always could fight out the worst of theirmoods together.

The cafe is a murmur ofexcitable voices now.

“Do you think they kneweach other from when they were younger?”

“Forbidden love! How romantic!”

Obi-Wan nearly chokes onhis last forkful of cake. On second thought, he might not want Anakin hereafter all.

Six months, thatphotographer had those photos. Obi-Wan muses that perhaps the photographer waswaiting for the highest bidder.

“A cup of Noorian-blossomSapir, perfectly brewed,” Kuthun says proudly as he places a steaming ceramiccup before Obi-Wan.

“My thanks,” Obi-Wanmanages. He is glad his voice is somewhat hoarse, because he can hear hisnormal voice issue from a speaker directly above his head.

“You don’t care for theJedi generals?”

“I’m sorry?” Obi-Wan says,surprised by Kuthun’s question.

“You don’t seem to takethe same interest in them as the rest of us do.”

“Ah.” Obi-Wan sips at histea; the heat takes away some of the ache in his side, and brings to mind thetranquil days of his apprenticeship. It centres him, and allows him to speakwith clarity.

“I would think thatthat they are presented as something other than what they are,” he says softly.He senses Kuthun frown.

“If you’re talkingabout how they’re presented as heroes, that’s exactly what they are,” theTogruta says firmly. “Generals Kenobi and Skywalker, especially. I can’t imaginefighting three campaigns back-to-back like they usually do. I don’t know whereI heard it from, but those Jedi have hearts of kyber.”

“Hear, hear,” a heartyvoice sounds out from near the window.

“I wonder if they reallyare so…perfect,” Obi-Wan murmurs, staring at his tea. “It seems rathercontrived.”

He had endeavoured tospeak softly, but it would seem the rest of the cafe has heard him anyway,there is an immediate clamour as his words are denied.

“Now, you seemed like alikeable person before, Ben,” Kuthun says, calming the customers. “But thiskind of talk isn’t right. The Jedi fight for us. We should thankthem.” His voice is overly loud in the sudden silence; there is only thetittle-tattle of the presenters on-screen to counter him.

“You should also thank themen who fight with them,” Obi-Wan whispers, curling both his hands around histea. He is glad he is wearing his standard Jedi robes. Bracers would be a deadgiveaway.

“No doubt,” Kuthunreplies, seemingly mollified. “Without the clones, we’d all be Seppiefodder.”

“They all look the same,though,” a voice rings out. “Do you think the Jedi can tell them apartwith some mystical sort of power-”

Obi-Wan stands abruptly.The screech of his chair on the tiles drowns out those last words. He drainshis tea swiftly, and hands the cup back to a wary-looking Kuthun.

“My thanks for the tea.How much do I owe you?” Obi-Wan says, emotionlessly.

Kuthun blinks at him.

Obi-Wan raises his headjust a little, enough for Kuthun to catch the clear blue of his irises and thesharp edge of his auburn beard.

Kuthun’s intake of breathis sharp, shuttered.

“I had no idea,” theTogruta whispers. His eyes are wider than the small cake-plate between them.

Obi-Wan raises a finger infront of his lips.

“The tea is on the house.”

Obi-Wan falls completelystill.

“It’s the least I coulddo,” Kuthun says. Some of his easy affability is bleeding back into his bodylanguage, now. “Thank you.”

“And I thank you inreturn,” Obi-Wan says, not without warmth. “I’m afraid I won’t be able toreturn and sample your Oi-oi shortcake any time soon.”

“That’s fine,” comes thewhisper. “You do have hearts of kyber, you know. Every one of you.”

Obi-Wan searches for anappropriate farewell. His customary one will not work.

“Goodbye,” he says, withfinality.

As the door closes behindhim, he hears Kuthun dismiss the first of many questions from the customers.

Obi-Wan stands on the edgeof the crowded square for a moment, and takes a calming breath.

The whine of repulsors suddenlycuts across the square. A sharp wind roars into the crowd from above. There arescreams, at first; but then the screams turn into squeals of excitement.

Grasping the edge of hishood, Obi-Wan squints up at the sky.

He fights the urge togroan as he senses the same time as he sees.

Anakin.

“Hey, Obi-Wan!” Anakinyells down at him from the open side of the LAAT/i, hanging precariously fromthe sliding door with one hand. “I’m back! And Admiral Yularen wants ameeting!”

Obi-Wan closes his eyes,and opens them again.

The tracker in his communit. Of course.

Without any choice in thematter, he steps forward and lowers his hood. “Anakin,” he shouts up atthe transport. He hopes the severity in his tone carries up even in this din.But then the wind from the LAAT/i repulsors picks up again, and there is arenewed squeal from the onlookers at his sudden appearance, so he gives up on that,too.

“Come on up!” Anakinhollers. “I wouldn’t have come to get you, but it was urgent! Leave yourcup of tea for later, old man!”

The crowd is positivelyshrieking, now.

Standing there, with hiscloak whipped about his knees and street debris fluttering about him, Obi-Wanwonders what sort of disciplinary action this will incur from the Council.

And then he decides hedoesn’t care.

He flexes his knees andleaps upwards. The Force buoys up under him and carries him to Anakin’s forearmclasp and into the LAAT/i. The next moment he has risen from his crouch and isgrasping a support strap from the ceiling.

“Sir,” Cody says, from hisright.

“Sir,” Rex repeats dryly,behind him.

“Cody. Rex.” Obi-Wanacknowledges, looking at nothing at all. Especially not Anakin.

But he does see something,right before the LAAT/i door closes and they rise up away; he sees Kuthun runout of his little cafe and spring into a salute.

The LAAT/i door shutsbefore Obi-Wan can return it.

The inside of the LAAT/ismells as every LAAT/i does: Metal, sweaty clone, and the tang of blood.

But the taste of Oi-oishortcake is still on his tongue.

END

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Everything Coming to Apple TV+ When It Launches on November 1

With Netflix, Amazon Prime, Crave and other streaming services available at the tap of a button, there’s no shortage of access to quality film and television programming. Now, Apple is throwing its hat in the ring with Apple TV+, a new video subscription service, and a seriously impressive lineup that hits screens on November 1.

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Hala After its Sundance premiere and subsequent screening at TIFF this year, this film by Minhal Baig—who has worked on acclaimed TV series like Bojack Horseman and Ramy—was picked up by Apple for wider distribution. It tells the story of a Pakistani-American teenager grappling with her sexuality, faith and Muslim upbringing as she gets ready to graduate from high school.

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Desperate Times

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43492813 by Starstarc “Well it certainly looks like you enjoyed yourself regardless.” Cody said with a side eye that rivalled Windu’s. By now they were in a blessedly empty corridor where Obi-Wan could easily interrogate him. “And what do you mean by that Commander?” “Oh nothing, you just look very relaxed although a bit sore given how you're walking, must’ve been a hell of a fight down there.” The smirk in place did little to comfort Obi-Wan as he attempted to keep his face perfectly neutral. “Oh you know how it is, those sith are rather ruthless when they want to be.” He smiled amicably and prayed to the force that the matter would lay to rest. “Oh of course…” Obi-Wan smiled and felt his shoulders relax, “But that doesn’t explain the rather impressive hickey on your neck.” --- Or Obi-Wan makes a habit of flirting meaninglessly with his enemies, however he may have met his match in a new Sith apprentice. This leads to various innuendoes, sexually charged fights and the occasional tender moment as the universe throws every conceivable trope at them. Words: 22689, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Hondo Ohnaka, Padmé Amidala, CC-2224 | Cody Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Getting Together, Dooku Is So Done (Star Wars), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Flirting, Sharing Body Heat, Hurt Obi-Wan Kenobi, BAMF Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Raised as a Sith, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Choking, and it's the sexy way ;), Dancing, Trapped, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, Top Anakin Skywalker read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43492813

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Never Let Me Down Again

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42590334 by AnAdventureInFandoms Obi-Wan Kenobi is a rarity in the Jedi Order because he is one of the only remaining members who can morph into a lightsaber that can be wielded by a compatible partner. Enter Commander Cody, who has what he believes to be a foreign lightsaber dropped on his head, a lightsaber that is excessively warm and that he insists he can hear releasing the occasional exasperated sigh. Words: 10167, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Ahsoka Tano, CT-7567 | Rex Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Vader, CC-2224 | Cody & CT-7567 | Rex, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Obi-Wan Kenobi is a Lightsaber, Lightsabers (Star Wars), Lightsaber Training (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody Uses Obi-Wan Kenobi's Lightsaber, That's Not How The Force Works (Star Wars), The Force Is Weird (Star Wars), The Force Loves Obi-Wan Kenobi, Eventual CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Unrequited Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker - Freeform, Top CC-2224 | Cody, Top Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42590334

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Major Beck

(copied from the original blog)

Basics: Name:  Quentin Beck Alias: Major, Executive Officer Age: 40 Job:  Soldier Alignment:  Good Gender: Cis Male Sexuality:  Heterosexual Height:  5'11" (6'3" w/ boots and helm) Weight:  240 (320 w/ suit) Hometown:  New York Current Location:  Wherever he needs to be Family:  Henrietta Beck (mother, deceased), Elmore Beck (father, deceased), Vanessa Beck (wife, deceased), Cody Beck (son, deceased), Allison Beck (daughter, deceased)

Appearance:

A middle aged man, Quentin is in good health.  He has brown hair and eyes and, as a super soldier, is stronger than his lithe form would imply. His hair is typically neatly styled along with a short beard.

He’s nearly always in uniform, whether it’s the Class A (shown above), Class B (above minus jacket), training gear, his combat uniform, or his casual uniform (neutral colored shirt and pants).  Despite uniform regulations, he’s also commonly wearing his cape.

Quentin is missing most of his left arm, due to an incident early in his military career.

Abilities:

Energy Conduit:  Quentin is capable of channeling energy of an unknown origin through his body for a variety of effects.  The energy naturally manifests as a billowing green smoke that seems to have no effect beyond obscuring vision.  When channeled through his hands, the energy can be concentrated into beams of concussive force that are also capable of stunning or burning the enemy.  Alternately, the energy can be warped into a shield around Quentin or an all.  When channeled around his bottom half, the energy can be used to levitate in or propel Quentin through the air.  The energy can also temporarily pull him to where it is from, allowing for short range teleportation–and inter dimensional transportation.

As the energy is not Quentin’s own, using his abilities actually has very little impact on him and his body under most circumstances.  However, he does still need to possess the focus to channel it properly and to account for recoil and other factors of controlling the raw energy.  

The nature of the energy tends to cause him to overheat.

Super Strength: Quentin is a low level super soldier, capable of lifting approximately one thousand pounds.  However, despite his increased strength, his durability isn’t very high.

Equipment:

Combat Suit:  Quentin’s suit is about as straight forward as it looks.  A chainmail mesh covers most of his body, with plate armor over his chest and back.  A retractable helmet made of a specialized liquid glass is stored in the back of the armor.  The cape is made of a rubber material that has a cooling effect.  A similar effect is woven into much of the suit.

The suit is designed to combat his two primary problems: his low durability and his tendency to overheat.

Prosthetic Arm: Quentin does have a prosthetic that he sometimes wears.  Although technologically it works fine, he lacks finesse in the arm from years of not using it. From a distance it’s convincing, but up close, it lacks natural details.  Under his armor, it’s entirely indistinguishable. The prosthetic is also incapable of channeling his magic.

Skills:

Quentin is an incredibly intelligent soldier and leader.

Master Manipulator:  Natural talent combined with years of standing in command of other men has left Quentin’s manipulation skills sharp.

Master Strategist: Quentin is a military commander who is capable of making tough strategic calls on a moment’s notice.

Combat Master: Primarily a very powerful ranged fighter, but Quentin is well trained in close quarters combat as well.

Personality:  To be added

Bio:  

Quentin Beck had a concerning youth.  A certain maliciousness followed him, a blatant disregard for the lives of the people around him.  A powerful human, the magic surging through him undeniably strong.

Some say he checked all the boxes for a stereotypical psychopath.

Like most powerful individuals, he was drafted into the military once he turned 18, and most people in his life were grateful he was leaving.

Unfortunately, a stubborn individual not used to anyone standing in his way was not a good fit for the military.  Put under the command of the stoic but big-hearted Colonel Tyson Riggs, it only took a few weeks before Quentin had intimidated the rest of his platoon into acquiescence, taking informal charge regardless of what his rank was.  This put him into heavy conflict with his commander, who, for now, was content to observe and learn the best way to handle the unruly young man.  

The conflict came to a heed on a training mission.  Intended to be a simple mission with simulated threats, the training was interrupted by the arrival of an E3 threat–far too powerful for the young rookies to face.  Colonel Riggs quickly commanded the platoon to retreat. However, while he was looking away, Quentin leapt into battle with the giant, carnivorous plant monster. Within minutes, the monster wrapped a powerful vine around Quentin’s arm, shredding the muscle with sharp thorns.  Quentin fought against the creature, sending blast after powerful blast at it–unaware that the monster was absorbing his energy to become stronger, the hold on his arm only increasing as he thrashed, strong enough to crush bone. Another vine slashed across his back; acid like spit burned across his body.

Unknown to Quentin, Colonel Riggs was alerted by one of the other soldiers and jumped into the battle, successfully smashing the creature with his earth powers and saving Quentin’s life.  Although Quentin survived the fight, his left arm had to be amputated due to the severity of the damage.

Quentin spent the next two months suspended–recovering from the fight and adapting to the injury.  Instructed to do basic janitorial duties in Fort Duquesne while recovering, he overheard a conversation between two women about theoretical drone technology–enamored by the one lady, he feigned interest in the topic for a chance to talk to her.

Meanwhile, Colonel Riggs spent the time in heated debate with his comrades.  Many insisted that Quentin could and should be discharged for his behavior in the mission, but Colonel argued steadfast that Quentin was his soldier, and what happened to him was ultimately his choice.  After all, some of the blame rested on him for his inability to control his own soldier. In addition, he felt that the young man learned a sudden and devastating lesson that his actions had very real consequences and while he may have been the king of his classroom, he most certainly was not the king of the world.  

(What went unvoiced was his fear that if Quentin was not harnessed and honed into a force of good, he’d become a terrifying force of evil.)

With that, he took a more active role in Quentin’s (and the rest of the platoon’s) lives, planting himself as an immovable rock that Quentin specifically could not bully or intimidate out of the way.  He taught the platoon the ideals of family camaraderie that all platoons should live by, and it took a while before Quentin warmed up to the idea (and the effect was barely noticeable when he did) but Colonel Riggs was proud of the young man’s progress.  One mission, he observed Quentin jump out to shield the platoon from an attack before telling his partners to flank and take down the creature, and Colonel Riggs knew he made the right choice. Once he graduated from training, his platoon was added into Battalion 12:  Bravo Company, Platoon 3.

Quentin Beck always had something associated with his name, but as the years went by, he increased further and further in military fame.

Within a few years, Quentin was leading his own squad of men, and in 2011, his platoon was on a mission to investigate a series of strange readings around a volcano. They were assaulted by a massive lava bug–Quentin was almost useless in the battle, discovering, for the first time, his weakness to heat. His platoon leader was killed in the fight, and a few weeks later, he was promoted to fill the position. Work began on a customized suit, as was common for all men and woman of that rank and higher, to combat his low durability and weakness to heat.

Within Battalion 12, Quentin responded to what later became known as the Invasion of 2012–a massive, intergalactic invasion that happened near his home city. The truest definition of war that Quentin ever fought in–a chaotic, deadly battle that lasted months before the enemy force was destroyed. By the end of it, three fourths of the battalion he was serving in had been wiped out, and similar casualties had been reported across the board.

Rumors and fear were spreading across the globe. The world held fast for a few months, but attack after attack occurred; not even necessarily by portal. There was no denying it anymore–extraterrestrial life existed, and they could either adapt to fight that battle as well, or they would be wiped out.

The months felt like torture to Quentin, who was ordered to wait on standby until further news arrived. With a broken platoon of traumatized men, all he could do was provide support where he could, and wait like everyone else. He and his battalion was sent to Fort Duquesne to recover. He reencountered the same woman he’d interacted with on numerous occasions, ultimately fathering a son from the meeting.

His promotion to Captain happened without warning or fanfare. A train arrived and Colonel Riggs’s son, now promoted Lieutenant Colonel Riggs, arrived. Quentin was put in charge of Charlie Company, with the rest of the Battalion mostly being organized into his company, while others were exported out to Epsilon Battalion.

In the course of a day, Quentin experienced a swift and messy merge into the Unified Global Military Force. The battalion he served in was now called Battalion Rho and Fort Duquesne was renamed to Base Resh.

The actual celebration, coupled with the memorial for all the fallen soldiers, happened a year later. Quentin proposed to the mother of his son not long after.      Perhaps it was the rather nonsensical appearance of his suit; perhaps it was the distinct nature of his magic.  Whatever it may be, Quentin became one of the most famous commanders in the UGMF.

    It came as no surprise when he replaced the Executive Officer after the previous one died to illness in 2020.  The next year, however, Colonel Riggs passed, wounding both Quentin and Lieutenant Colonel Riggs.  In some ways, the death of the man helped the two soldiers become closer, and solidify the structure of a battalion in the middle of a confused and shifting army.  In other ways, both men grew bitter and hostile towards one enough.  They are good leaders, but there’s a sort of unsaid tension between them.

For the next several years, everything was as well as things could be in the world. They fought as necessary, lived as family within Rho Battalion, and Quentin occasionally got to see his wife and kids.  

So fixated on the intergalactic threat, the world failed to notice another threat sneaking up on them–in the form of earthquakes, tornadoes–the Elementals arrived and began wreaking havoc on the world.  By the time the UGMF started paying attention to them, they were too powerful.

Battalion after battalion arrived to combat them–the air one fell; the earth one fell; and the water one fell, but the fire one was left ravaging the world, slaughtering thousands of men.

LTC Riggs and Quentin were held back–most of the battalion were weak to fire, and they knew it would be foolish to combat it.  Quentin had no choice but to watch on the news as Base Resh was crushed under the fiery assault, more than likely signing the death certificate of his family.

Soon, they had no choice: nearly every other Battalion had been struck into tatters, leaving only their own.  They flew into battle knowing their weakness and knowing their death.  Unable to do anything more, Quentin called upon the power he knew he had, summoning forth a streak of energy from another dimension, striking himself and some of his soldiers out of the universe, saving them if nothing else.

He arrived in another universe feeling a failure, but knowing there was nothing left to do but to find his companions and continue fighting.

The World

It’s been like this as long as the world can remember.

Strange creatures, constant threats, slithering from between the worlds, looking for any snacks they could get ahold of.

And people had the ability to fight them.  Unbelievable strength, abilities unlike anything else seen in nature; an entirely incomprehensible reality that no one tried to understand because everything they had was put into fighting back.

Bigger.  Better.

Weapons. Armor. Transport. Early warning systems.  Defenses.

Anything that could be used to stop the threat steadily encroaching on their world.

To serve in the military is considered a great honor.  To die for the people a bigger one. Most people voluntarily serve, but the strong enough ones are forced to even if they don’t want to.

(You don’t want to refuse them.)

And for many years, huddled in small civilizations, protected by the military, traveling mostly by train, humanity persevered.

The Invasion of 2012 changed that.

Near the settlement of New York, a massive portal opened in the sky, thousands of strange creatures flooded through, beginning to wreck monumental damage.

Nearly every battalion in the continent had to respond to the massacre lasting months before the enemy’s mothership was destroyed.

Humanity got no rest from then on.

Attack after attack rocked the planet, and it soon became clear: band together or face extinction.

Generals from across the world gathered.  It took months, years, even, is still a work in progress, but the entirety of planet Earth’s forces banded together in one unified army.

For years, the fragile truce worked, the army combatted anything that showed up, destroying the threats and keeping the population (mostly) safe.

…But, while their attention was on the sky, the interdimensional threats struck once more.

It started simple–cyclones. Earthquakes. Tornadoes. So much damage had occurred before the world had realized they weren’t natural threats.

Fire.

The fire elemental was nigh unstoppable. Despite the combined might of humanity, battalion after battalion fell. Leaving an already ruinous planet as nothing more than a burning rock.