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This is how Rex knows that Cody’s landed safely on Coruscant.
Inspired by this post.
#rex: i wonder if cody’s okay#not a minute later:#codyfox#commander fox#captain rex#commander cody#mpreg mention#the clone wars#star wars#star wars the clone wars#swtcw#tcw art#star wars art#star wars fanart#cloneshipping#clone ship#marsdraws#marsrb
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Cadets
(aka trash children, chaos children, and children who understand 98 is getting graded on this)
Inspired by @thefoundationproject! Closeups under the cut:
jesse got this pic from jangotat:
#star wars#tcw#soft wars#doodling in the soft wars sandbox#i think that'll be my tag for these things#alpha 6#commander fox#commander neyo#alpha 17#captain rex#commander wolffe#jangotat#commander doom#commander davijaan#(probably?)#shebse#edee#chekar#i may have messed up the ages oops#but hey we can pretend that the shebse found rex when he was a baby/toddler but he didn't officially join the squad until he was older!#hopefully i did 6's expression justice#against his better instincts he loves his trash children but he is also so so tired of fishing them out of the garbage#6 is grumpy as always; 98 is smug as always; and 17 is too busy getting bitten by a baby to have any other concerns at the moment#(he is about to have many more concerns)#wolffe climbed up 17s back to bite him while he was distracted with the tubie gnawing on his arm#specifically to bite 17s neck because he saw a video of an actual wolf taking down a space-deer and wanted to try it out#i just realized the alphas were still in training for most of the cadet-raising#poor 17 had to write strategy essays or whatever with four 10 yr olds competing to see who can provoke him the most#and a 6 yr old chomping on his ankles#not to mention 16 in the soft wars eu dealing with half of 44's squad on top of his own cadets and probably assorted shebse too
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My partner had the cutest idea and I just have to share it with you.
Rex was so strict as a cadet. He tried hard to prove himself, stuck to the rules, made sure everything he did was in line with regulation.
However, a few command track clones took Rex under their wing: Cody, Wolffe, Fox, Bly, and Ponds. They knew Rex needed to relax a bit. He needed to have a bit of fun, not just stick to the regulations, so they kept trying to get Rex to play with them. Games like cards or more physical games like tag instead of having to run laps every time they did cardio.
Little baby cadet Rex was not having it. He was too nervous to step outside of the lines so they came up with an ingenious plan.
“It’s training, Rex!” Cody would say and he’d tilt his head to the side in suspicion.
“It looks like a card game.” Rex would throw back. Which is when one of the others would step in to say that it ‘tests your reaction time’ or ‘helps you strategize.’ He gave in, of course, and let them pull him away from responsibilities too many times to count.
He loosened up as he got older, realized that part of life is goofing off and having some fun. He didn’t have to be ‘perfect’ for them to still love him.
And imagine, down the line when Rex meets a trooper a lot like himself when he was younger. Someone who knows the regs front to back, can recite them without a second thought, and is tied at the hip with someone that would follow his lead anywhere. Someone who is still trying to prove himself and now wants to work extra hard in the 501st to be the best he can be.
Imagine the first time Rex strolls into the training gym and stops them in the middle of a spar and doesn’t like the way Echo’s back straightens like he’s about to get in trouble. Think about how he sighs and says:
“Boys, I think it’s time you got some more specialized training.” And Fives and Echo look at each other, confused but intrigued by what in the galaxy ‘specialized training’ even means. The only warning he gives is the same one he got from Cody as a cadet. “Don’t let me catch you.” before he takes off after them.
It’s tag. They’re playing tag. And it’s silly and a little stupid but by the time they’re done everyone is out of breath and they’re all half dead because their lungs are screaming at them but everyone is smiling and that’s really good enough for Rex.
He thinks of all the times a simple, silly game was called ‘training’ and he had to be tricked into it by people who love him and he knows he’ll do the same to make these two primarily Echo loosen up and get comfortable with their place in the 501st.
They have a lot to learn, but Rex knows they’ll make him proud. Whether or not they can win a game of tag- oh, wait, I’m sorry - whether or not they can win a ‘training exercise’ or a ‘spar’. They’ll get comfortable. And he’s sure there will be times they’ll make his life hell just like he did to everyone who helped him find his place.
It’s part of growing up and finding your people and figuring out who you are, your place in it all. Rex is more than happy to help.
#space chatter#the clone wars#captain Rex#arc trooper echo#arc trooper fives#commander Cody#I JUST WANT THEM TO PLAY AND HAVE SOME FUN IT IS WHAT THEY DESERVE#my partner mentioned this and I almost screamed#I wanted to combust I had to tell you#I may have a batch follow up post too we shall see
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-jobs I think some clones would have in a post-war “clones are legally seen as people” universe-
Cody: plant + animal farmer. sees it as both a new experience/challenge (land, terrestrial plants and animals) but also slightly similar to what he was used to as a marshal commander. likes the hard work & care required for this lifestyle but cares more about the payoff of it all. will underestimate mint at some point.
Rex: fisherman of some kind. i don’t really have a reason for this, it just seems very likely to me. probably enjoys the peace and solitude it can bring after years of being in the situations he’s been in, but likes the learning aspect and self-sufficient parts of knowing how to fish. could also like the thrill of wrestling large fish that have bodycounts and going to competitions about it, maybe all of these options at once. possibly worries a lot about everyone else and is always sending them photos of him fishing so they respond with their own thing.
Fox: nice try. stays unemployed in a comfortable cabin in some isolated town and loves it. if he needs money, he’ll cash in on favors or do small favors for his brothers.
Wolffe: also tempted to stay unemployed, but gets restless + depressed, becomes a woodworker. doesn’t care about it at first since it’s just a way to get money and stay busy, but develops a liking towards the methodical work and the feeling of creating something very meaningful and/or beautiful with his own hands. ends up liking to create furniture for his brothers getting settled down as a hobby, but creates gothic decorations to sell as his main thing. possibly gets less depressed.
Bly: security guard, would quit, then become a geologist. liked how similar being a security guard was to being a marshal commander at times, but overall hated being reminded of how a lot of people saw/see clones. found more peace in geology bc of how delicate/patient/focused he had to be (helps reinforce his belief that he’s not a violent machine capable of nothing else), also loves learning and sharing knowledge in general. doesn’t really like working with other geologists, tends to not communicate being angry since he’s used to shutting up to get a job done. but he’s dealing. sort of.
Doom: would probably also be unemployed but because he keeps quitting any job after about a month. just can’t find anything that calls to him or keeps him happy, but knows his end goal is to have a life involving lots of plants. doesn’t enjoy being unemployed because he tends to see it as a personal failing on his part, ends up very stressed. Wolffe tries to give advice on just jumping right into plant stuff and making money off it, but Doom is hesitant to make something he loves into a job he might end up hating and quitting again.
Bacara: part-time piercer, part-time bounty hunter. likes to call them both his “piercing jobs” to the discomfort of nearly everyone else. prefers bounty hunting since he thinks it’s more necessary + familiar, but would give it up first if he was forced to only choose one (more stable pay + might live longer). backup plan is to fake his death (unnecessary & regardless of situation) and become a librarian or historian with a fake accent. sort of a nerd anyway, so this isn’t the end of the world for him, and likes how he can get away with dissociating more than he used to.
Neyo: surprisingly, professional racer. refuses to explain how he got this idea, his motives, and where the next event will be, but likes it when his brothers somehow show up. loves the exhilaration, risk (huge adrenaline junkie) and how his outfit looks. also likes the bragging rights. backup plan is to fake his death (again, unnecessary & regardless of situation) and secretly live with Bacara, becoming a chef because he likes working with knives + feeding hungry people fulfills his desire to be useful in some way. has yet to tell Bacara any of this, actually finds not saying anything about it really funny.
#radio.static#neyo basically squatting in bacara’s guest room for like two months before neyo forgets his brother doesnt know he doesn’t live there#followed by the worst breakfast scare of bacara’s life#honorable mentions: st*ne = baker / h*rdcase & d*gma = mechanics / c*ric = surgeon / gr*e = marine biologist#commander cody#captain rex#commander fox#commander wolffe#commander bly#commander doom#commander bacara#commander neyo#star wars#the clone wars#star wars the clone wars#sw tcw#tcw#sw#clone wars headcanons#clone wars
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Anakin: master I need to borrow commander Cody. Obi-Wan: why. Anakin: because I need a clone trooper other than rex to throw around with the force. Obi-Wan: no. Anakin: master please. Obi-Wan: no no and no. Anakin: fine
#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi#commander Cody is Mentioned.#captain rex is mentioned#the clone wars#Obi-Wan is getting tired of anakin#Catch the rex#catch the Cody#captain rex is busy doing ahsoka
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It is 5am AND I JUST REALIZED THAT KANAN BLOODY JARRUS HAS JAIG EYES PAINTED OVER HIS VISOR, WHAT? Did Sabine just bestow this symbol upon him due to his bravery and continous self sacrifice for the rebellion and his little found family? Does Kanan even know that she did this? Why doesn't Rex say anything about it? Why hasn't the rest of the crew noticed this? I'm in tears, does anyone know why is this so?
Look at him! Why didn't I notice this sooner?
HE WEN TO A MANDALORIAN PLANET, TO SABINE'S CLAN WEARING JAIG EYES ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?? HOW IS THIS NOT A BIG DEAL? He is like oh "hello" I'm a JEDI WEARING A SYMBOL BELONGING TO YOUR RACE BESTOWED UPON ME BY MY MANDALORIAN DAUGHTER. I CAN'T even process this.
Edit: Where is the scene where Sabine lovingly paints it over his visor and Kanan doesn't know how much this means to her and her people. This symbolizes how brave and courageous Kanan is, that instead of being underestimated for his lack of vision he should be feared and respected and that my friends is what makes a grown ass person cry.
#I'm at season 3 episode 17#so far I've not seen anyone mention this or point it out so please let me know guys#sabine wren#kanan jarrus#jaig eyes#star wars rebels#star wars rebels season 3#captain rex#ct 7567#ezra bridger#the ghost crew#star wars
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Whumptober 2024 - Day 18 - Prompt: Loss of Identity
Rated: T | Words: 511
Fives and Echo.
Echo and Fives.
Now, it’s just Echo.
Echo.
Echo.
Echo.
“Echo,” Rex says, sitting down next to him, “How are you doing?”
Awful, terrible. Everything hurts, soul deep to the surface of my skin. Even my missing limbs ache, and they aren’t even here anymore. It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense…
“Better,” Echo says. He smiles, because if he doesn’t he’ll cry. He holds up his arms, the sleeves of the shirt he borrowed from the big clone – Wrecker? – far too long and drooping at the ends. “Although, I feel like a cadet in these.”
Rex chuckles. “We’ll be able to find you something with a better fit once we’re back to the base.”
It’s supposed to make him feel better. He knows it is. He knows. He knows. But the thought of trying to find something that will fit him, the way he is now instead of the way he was…there’s no comfort in it. He’s lost the muscle mass he’d gained, and gained cold metal where he lost his limbs.
No, he has to change the subject before he spirals to depths he won’t be able to climb out of.
Echo glances at Wrecker, snoring loudly in a crash seat across from the pull down cot he’s sitting on (they had tried to get him to lay down, to rest, but closing his eyes is the last thing he wants to do, the glare of ones and zeroes still seared to the inside of his eyelids). “Tell me about them. What’s their story?”
Rex follows his eyeline. “Clone Force 99? I don’t know much about them myself. Cody called them in. As capable as they are insane, that lot.”
“I assure you, insanity has nothing to do with it,” Tech says, coming into the hold, eyes trained on his data pad. “To properly answer your question, Echo, we are an elite squad of clones developed to have desirable mutations. Therefore, we are uniquely qualified for high risk missions given our advanced skill set.”
Rex sighs. “That’s exactly what I was going to say,” he mutters to Echo.
“Liar,” Echo murmurs back.
The attempt to lighten the mood almost works, and Echo pretends it does. Because, if he pretends long enough, that he’s fine, that everything will be fine, he’ll start to believe it. Because this is his new reality. A world separated by then and now, connected by a bridge long since burned that he can’t cross back over. And he will be fine. He isn’t dead.
Fives is dead.
Rex didn’t have to tell him, Echo didn’t have to ask.
But Echo will be fine. He’s already decided.
What’s two missing legs and an arm? What’s internal organs replaced and spliced with cybernetics? What’s a brother lost forever, his last word to you, your own name?
Rex bumps him with his shoulder, and Echo bumps him back.
“I’ll be fine,” he says, voice so soft it is almost just an exhale, answering the unspoken, reiterated question.
But what if I’m not?
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#whumptober2024#no.18#loss of identity#Star Wars: The Clone Wars#fic#depression#loss#emotional whump#echo pov#Star Wars: the Bad Batch#tcw captain rex#tcw echo#skako minor arc#echo's rescue arc#fives mentioned
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au where the clones are suddenly given powers powers based on their armour paint
the rest of the bad batch can puppet corpses (skeleton designs) and echo can astral project a million hands to slap anyone who makes comments about his scomp
jesse can summon kinetic shurikens in the shape of gears, dogma can do the same with a boomerang, hardcase has super speed as long as he moves in straight lines, and tup can turn into a puddle and slide around
fives can turn into a Rishi eel, Rex can turn into a shriek hawk (jaig), wolffe you get the idea
clones with the medic symbol like kix have healing abilities and cody, of course, has sunburst/light summoning powers
#leo says shit#clone trooper jesse#clone trooper dogma#clone trooper hardcase#clone trooper tup#clone trooper fives#captain rex#commander cody#commander wolffe#clone trooper kix#clone trooper echo#the bad batch#if you have any other ideas about the boys i listed/your personal favs/your ocs don't hesitate to add on#tw zombies#tw corpse#tw corpse mention#I can’t remember if it was waxer or boil who had Numa on their helmet but whichever one it is can telepathically speak to her#also now I’m just spitballing but maybe the amount of tallies they have dictates how many times they are able to use their power?
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Not to start beef on main but what was the POINT of creating and then endearing us to Rex, of making him such an integral part of The Clone Wars and Rebels as a protagonist and supporting character, making him not just Anakin's and Ahsoka's captain but also their friend and most loyal ally, if you're gonna fucking snub him from the plot completely?
#star wars#the clone wars#rebels#ahsoka#ahsoka spoilers#captain rex#man got at most 3 minutes on screen where he mostly just stood in the background and then nada#and the whole thing where Ahsoka doesn't even mention him as one of the people that supported her through and through? even at great cost?#yeah Felony Cowboy Asshat really loves retconning shit even the plot he himself helped create :/#This is not an invitation to start shit I am just supremely annoyed that Rex was integral to Ahsoka's story and survival#and that instead of acknowledging that he's been reduced to a 3 minute flashback with no real meaning
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I was rewatching Tales of the Jedi and just
Practice Makes Perfect
(that ending hurts)
but also Rex was so concerned for Ahsoka
"Don't worry Rex she'll wake up"
"I don't know how much she can take" like yeah
he obviously had Thoughts about Anakin making them shoot at their teenage little sister
#can you imagine how it went when anakin prwsented the idea?#anakin: imma need you to shoot at a kid#rex: excuse me?#anakin: specification#imma need you to shoot at /your/ kid#rex: EXCUSE ME???#star wars the clone wars#clone wars#the clone wars#star wars#tales of the jedi#totj#sw totj#anakin skywalker#ahsoka tano#captain rex#like even if it was stun bolts#there is damage#not to mention those are people very close to her that hes ordering to shoot her#an actual fourteen to sixteen year old#and rex clearly expressed his concerns to anakin at LEAST those two times#and there were pretty obviously more Thoughts#he stood there the whole time and was probably screaming inside#anyway tiny caleb cameo
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"You've got a mustache."
Hey guys! Sorry, my art style is like the least consistent thing on this planet... I just like trying new things out :)
Anyways, continuing on our Rex parenting journey we have Chapter 4 - Pancakes and Apologies.
Prologue: 00 Previous chapter: 03 Next chapter: 05
Summary: Rex gets some news on Echo, pancakes are made, tantrums are thrown.
CW: Implied/referenced child abuse, talk about injuries from landmines (nothing too in depth)
Chapter 4 – Pancakes and Apologies
Rex sunk down into his couch with a sigh, leaning his head against the armrest. Fives had been tucked in and the hallway light was left on. One kid taken care of, one to go.
Rex pulled out his phone and opened a text from Cody: I have some more info. Call me when you’re ready.
The phone only rang once before it was picked up.
“Cody, is he okay?” Rex tried to keep his voice down so he would not wake the boy sleeping in the next room.
“He’s…” Cody trailed off and Rex could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
“What? He’s what?” Don’t say dead. Please, don’t say dead.
“He just got out of surgery. They had to amputate both legs and an arm,” Cody was trying to keep if voice calm and leveled, but the words came out a little choked. “I’m so sorry.”
Rex stared across the living room and into the kitchen, he’d know the boy’s injuries would be bad if he had landed himself in the ICU, but the loss of three limbs? That was too much.
Cody continued, “Echo’s okay for now. He hasn’t woken up yet, so there could still be some complications, but they are optimistic about how the surgery went.”
“Both legs and an arm?” Rex asked, still processing his brother’s statement.
“Yes,” Rex heard Cody take a deep breath on the other side of the line, “He stepped on a landmine.”
“Wh- How?”
“I don’t know. No one told the hospital how it happened either.”
Rex was silent, but his mind screamed.
Screamed in anger.
In sadness.
In pain.
In guilt.
It was his fault. His.
“Rex? You still there?” Cody’s voice cut through the phone.
“Yeah,” Rex said a little absently. “Yeah, I’m still here.”
“Alright,” Cody said, tone laced with worry. “You should get some rest. I’ll text you any developments, but don’t stay up for them.”
“Thank you.”
“Are you going to be able to sleep tonight?”
“I- I’m not sure.”
“Try, okay?”
“I will.”
“I love you, Rex’ika.”
“Love you too, Codes,” Rex dropped the phone from his ear as he disconnected the call.
He rolled onto his side and curled up on the couch, pulling his knees up to his chest and letting the world melt around him as tears spilled down his cheeks.
Rex woke, panicked from a dream he couldn’t remember and drenched in a cold sweat. From what he could tell it was early morning, the living room was washed in a dim warm light. He was not sure when he had fallen asleep, but he could not have gotten more than four hours.
He reached for his phone on the coffee table and found it, bringing the screen close to his bleary eyes. He had some texts from Cody from around 3 am:
Just found out Kix is Echo’s doctor!
He came into the waiting room to tell me that Echo seems to be responding well to the surgeries.
He’s sleeping now, but he woke up for a bit while I was in there and asked for Fives.
Kix said he thinks you guys should be able to visit today.
Rex felt a surge of relief, Echo was going to be okay. He was going to be alright. Not only that, but Rex had known Kix since he’d been in a group home with him and he knew the boy was in capable hands.
Rex swung his legs over the edge of the bed, sitting up to type out a reply, thanking his brother profusely.
“M-mister police officer, sir?”
A small voice cut through Rex’s thoughts, and he jerked his head up. Fives stood stiffly on the other side of the coffee table. Rex was taken aback, when had the boy slipped into the room? At least the kid looked like he had slept well, “Yes? And Rex is fine.”
“Would you like me to make you breakfast?”
Rex was initially going to deny the request and insist that he make breakfast for Fives instead, but realized he could not assume Fives was only offering because it was something required of him previously. Perhaps the boy really enjoyed cooking. Rex wouldn’t know so instead he put down his phone and smiled, “Why don’t we make ourselves some breakfast together?”
Fives’s eyes widened a bit before he nodded consent.
Rex stood and stretched, “What should we have? I’ve got eggs, pancakes, oatmeal, cereal, or bread for toast.”
Fives seemed to debate something before looking up at Rex, “What are pancakes?”
“Pancakes?” Rex parroted, a little shocked.
Fives blushed and turned away, muttering a quiet apology.
“No, it’s okay, it’s good to ask questions,” Rex tried to amend quickly. He hurried over to his pantry and grabbed his box of pancake mix, showing the box to the boy, “This is what they look like. They’re really good and you get to put maple syrup on them.”
Fives whipped his head around to Rex at the mention of maple syrup, an excited grin plastered onto his face, “Maple syrup is from Canada.”
“Uh, yeah?” Rex said taken aback by the random fact.
Fives turned back to the pancake box, “Echo had a book about flags. Canada’s is a maple leaf because of all the maple trees there and maple syrup comes from the maple trees.”
“Do you and Echo like to read a lot?” Rex asked.
“Echo does,” Fives said, shoulder’s tensing. “He tried to teach me, but I’m no good.”
Rex didn’t like the boy’s defeated tone, “You know, I didn’t learn how to read until I was a little older than you.”
“Really?” Fives asked. “Because Echo learned when we were little.”
Rex wondered what “little” meant to the boy because in his eyes the twins were still very much just little boys. “Different people learn different things at different times, it’s not a contest.” Rex shrugged, taking the pancake mix from Fives, “Do pancakes sound yummy? They’re one of my favorites.”
Fives nodded, then shrugged, “But I don’t know how to make them.”
“That’s okay,” Rex said grinning. “I can teach you.”
Fives had been a surprisingly competent chef for a seven-year-old boy. He knew how to measure ingredients and pour things without spilling, and, once Rex had helped him up onto the counter, had proved that he could work a stovetop. Rex made sure the boy was aware he was not to be climbing on things or using the stove without permission first.
Rex watched as Fives took his first bite of pancake. The boy chewed slowly and then grinned up at Rex.
“Good?” Rex asked, taking his first bite as well.
Fives nodded enthusiastically and began shoving the rest of the plate into his mouth as fast as he could. He was finished before Rex had swallowed his third bite.
Rex pushed the glass of milk he’d poured the boy closer to him, “milk first, and then you can have more.”
Fives eyed the glass suspiciously before carefully taking it in both hands and downing it, seemingly without stopping for breath. When he put the glass down, he had a little milk mustache. Rex couldn’t stop himself from laughing.
“What?” Fives asked, looking down at his plate, searching for whatever was so funny.
“You-” Rex broke out into another chuckle, “You’ve got a mustache.”
“No, I don’t,” Fives said, folding his arms.
“Yes, you do. Go look in the mirror.”
Fives gave Rex a confused look before heading off to the bathroom.
Rex shook his head and finished up his breakfast, smiling to himself.
Fives emerged from the bathroom a minute later with a clean, smiling face.
“It was from the milk,” the boy explained, as if Rex didn’t already know.
Rex nodded as Fives joined him in the kitchen, “Do you want some more pancakes?”
Fives shook his head as he sat back down in his chair, then he looked up a Rex, “Could we bring them for Echo?”
Rex shook his head, giving himself a few seconds to figure out the best way to explain to Fives, “Right now Echo’s in the ICU. Do you know what the ICU is?”
“Like the hospital?”
“Yeah, it’s a part of the hospital where they put the people who need a little extra help to get better. It stands for intensive care unit.”
“Is he going to die?” Fives had clearly picked up on the fact that someone already in the hospital needing extra help was bad. His voice was so small.
“We think he got through the worst part. He woke up last night and asked for you, which is a really good sign, but we can’t bring him anything from outside the hospital because he had to have some really big surgeries and we don’t want him to get infected.”
“Oh,” Fives’s eyes darted back and forth before they made their way back to Rex’s. “Can- can we still-? Are we allowed to see him?”
Rex nodded, “We can head on over after we get dressed and brush our teeth.”
Fives jumped up out of his chair in excitement and made a beeline for Rex’s bedroom. Rex marveled in the boy’s ability to switch his emotions so quickly, and his inability to hide any of them.
As Fives got dressed, Rex washed all the dishes as quickly as he could so he wouldn’t have to keep the boy waiting for long. Not surprisingly, Fives finished getting ready before Rex put the last dish on the drying rack. The boy bounded into the kitchen, bouncing on his toes and grinning.
Rex couldn’t help but match his grin, “Alright, get your shoes and coat on while I get dressed.”
Fives nodded and hopped over to the entry way where his tiny set of shoes sat next to Rex’s boots.
Rex threw on his clothes and swished some mouthwash around in his mouth (brushing took too long) before joining Fives in the entry way. The boy was practically exploding with energy and Rex had to tell him multiple times that his shoes were on the wrong feet before he stopped jumping up and down and sat so Rex could fix them.
As soon as they got onto the road Fives asked how long it would take to get to Echo, and not wanting the entire 45 minute car ride to consist of 45 “are we there yet?”s, Rex made Fives his navigator. He knew the way to Kamino General well enough that he would tell Fives to remind him to turn right when they got to the next intersection or get off the highway when he saw a green sign with the number 79 on it. It kept the boy surprisingly occupied as he seemed to take his role very seriously.
As they neared the hospital and sat waiting in city traffic, Rex glanced at Fives in the mirror, “Fives, there’s something I need to tell you about Echo before we see him.”
Fives twisted forward to look at Rex from his position analyzing the city outside his window.
“He got really hurt and he- his-” Rex started to explain, struggling to find the right words.
“His legs were gone,” Fives interrupted, eyes wide.
Rex stared at the boy in his mirror, “You saw?”
Fives nodded, “Yes.”
“I’m sorry,” Rex didn’t know what else to say.
Fives shrugged, “Green light.”
“Huh?” Rex gaped before he realized what Fives was referring to as the car behind him honked, “Shi-oot!”
Rex slammed on the gas and turned into the hospital’s visitor parking lot, “Sorry about that.”
“S’okay,” Fives mumbled. Then his head shot up with excitement, “Are we here?”
“Yep,” Rex said, pulling into a spot.
Before Rex came to a complete stop, Fives unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door, ready to leap out. Rex stomped on the breaks and lunged back to grab the boy’s wrist, lest he fall out of the car, “Fives!”
The boy yelped as Rex dragged him back away from the door.
“No!” Rex yanked the boy towards his face, “No. You do not get out of the car until it’s stopped moving! Do you understand?”
“I’m s-sorry,” Fives stared at Rex, face going pale.
“Do you understand?”
Fives tried to yank his arm away, but Rex had him in an iron grip.
“Do. You. Understand?”
Fives’s tiny fist came up from where it was clenched at his side and struck Rex on the cheek. Rex was so surprised he almost let go of the boy as Fives began screaming “sorry” repeatedly, flailed his captive wrist around, trying to bash Rex’s hand down into the console, and used his free hand to hit Rex’s arm with as much force as he was capable of.
Rex caught Fives’s other arm to prevent any further damage to either of them and held him still while he struggled. Even though Fives’s eyes were screwed shut, Rex tried to soften his expression from the angry one he was sure it held a few moments earlier to one as neutral as possible.
Eventually Fives’s struggles grew weaker, and his apologies died down to a faint whisper. Rex realized the boy was crying, tears leaking out the corners of his shut lids.
“Fives?” Rex said softly, loosening his grip on the boy so if he wanted to remove his arms he could.
Fives opened his eyes and tears gushed down his cheeks, “’m ssssorry.”
“It’s okay. I’m not mad, see?” Rex held up his hands.
Fives stared up at Rex with big watery eyes before slowly reaching out one of his own hands and placing it against Rex’s opposing palm.
Rex curled down his fingers so his hand enveloped Fives’s, “Are you okay?”
In response Fives pulled his and Rex’s hand towards his chest.
“Hug?” Rex asked, remembering last night.
“Please?”
“Alright, come here,” Rex said, hoisting the boy up over the console and into his lap.
Fives held Rex’s hand to his chest as Rex held him to his and they sat just breathing in silence together until Fives shifted to look up at Rex, “Are- are you very mad at me?”
Rex squeezed Fives a little tighter and smiled sadly, “I’m not very mad at you.”
They sat together for a few more moments and this time it was Rex who broke the silence, “Can I explain why I got upset?”
Rex felt Fives nod against his chest.
“Cars can be very dangerous if we aren’t careful in them or around them,” He felt Fives nod in understanding and continued, “One of the rules when you’re in the car is that you always keep your seatbelt on and you never open the door unless we are parked in a driveway or in a parking lot, does that make sense?”
Again, Rex felt Fives nod against him.
He continued, “When you opened the door, I was scared that you might get hurt, so I got upset. But I was more upset that you might get hurt than I was upset at you.” Rex rubbed Fives’s arm, “I’m sorry for yelling at you and for grabbing you.”
“I’m sorry, too. For- for breaking the rules.”
“It’s alright. You were excited, I get it. But next time we don’t jump out of moving cars.”
Fives nodded, sniffling.
Rex grabbed a tissue and handed it to the boy, “Ready to go see Echo?”
Fives smiled, blowing into the tissue, “Ready.”
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In today's episode of "Convos from the 'Scord" we have:
And a bonus reaction from an observing party:
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I don’t know what possessed me to draw this but idk
based on this post
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Wait (Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader)
Warning: Angst, Mentions of Death, and PTSD. Words: 2.5k Pronouns used: She/Her - No psychically description given Period: Ranges from Clone Wars to Rebels. Mentions Order 66.
Execute Order 66. The three words that ended the war, almost annihilated the Jedi Order and spelled the true doom of the Republic. It was the order that turned millions of clones across the galaxy from free thinkers to robotic killers, human droids. The order forced the clones to turn on their friends in the Jedi and murder them under the guise they were protecting the republic, a republic that no longer existed. It was the order that sealed their fates and traumatized every clone apart of it, far more than anything than being on the front lines of the war could have thrown at them.
For Wolffe, the worst was yet to come. He'd gotten away from the Empire after breaking free from the inhibitor chip control, he couldn't say for sure what had broken its grasp on his mind, one minute the part of himself created as part of the Sith Lord's plan was in control, he was in the back seat screaming for it to stop, fighting to stop what he was seeing. And the next he was in control, the voice repeating Good Soldiers Follow Orders had ceased, the dream-like state had faded, and the bubble had burst. Reality had hit him far worse than anything he had seen on the battlefield.
But nothing could have prepared him for the overwhelming feelings of guilt, regret, and the crushing loss that hit him like a ton of bricks, just hours after he had settled with the relief of being free. Even now Wolffe couldn't tell you which of the three feelings was worse. The guilt was overpowering the best of time, but it was what motivated him to help the band of Rebels when they needed help taking Lothal back from Imperial control. He had to make up for his past doings, he had to make those mistakes right, no matter the cost to himself.
The regret for the things he wished to have done differently were things that constantly plagued him, the little things he should have done differently. Like being kinder to the shinnies when they came off the line, or telling Comet well done after a difficult job being completed. The missed opportunities to tell each of his brothers how much they meant to him, especially the ones who survived the war, but suffered a far worse fate. He truly did regret a lot of things, among them was not telling (Y/N) he loved her one last time, and not being able to truly save her from her broken mind.
By far the loss was the worst part of it all. Waking up from the chip's control to find the Republic was gone and he had helped to bring about its doom. To discover the Jedi Order had been destroyed, and he as well as his brothers had been the reason for it, the unwilling executioners that were forced to turn on and betray their friends and loved ones, only to further the revenge plot the now Emperor had been working from the shadows to see finished. The loss of Plo had hurt, knowing his last thoughts were questioning what was happening as his loyal troopers turned on him and shot him out of the sky, but the loss of his brothers was something else.
Those who got away from the Empire were met with two fates. Either they were left to fend for themselves in a galaxy that despised them and blamed them for what happened or they were hunted down and recaptured by those working in the Advanced Science Division. Either way, fate had cruelty in store for them. Either way, more trauma awaited.
Wolffe's fate after abandoning the empire was to be hunted down, as was Gregor's when he got away, and eventually those a part of the enhanced unit Clone Force 99, when their value to the Empire was truly discovered. At first, the battle-worn commander had gone out there alone, with one purpose. Find his beloved Jedi Knight, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). He'd heard the rumors of her survival, the stories on the lower levels of Coruscant of civvies taking pity on an injured Jedi, matching her description, they'd helped her flee the core world, to somewhere in the outer rim, and a few senators had aided in her escape.
Eventually, he found her, working with Rex to sow the seeds of what would eventually become the rebellion that fought against the Empire. A rebellion built on hope and sacrifice for a better future. A future she'd never get to see. Like with him, fate was cruel to (Y/N). It would answer her question about what truly happened to her best friend Anakin Skywalker in the worst way possible. A fate no one would ask for and was arguably worse than his own.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Zeb, gesturing towards the old mismatched-eyed Commander. Wolffe appeared to be staring off into space, not paying any attention to what was going on around him. Rex and Gregor had turned to their brother shortly after, Gregor noticing he held on to (Y/N)'s duel-bladed lightsaber, while Rex took notice of the hologram alight in front of Wolffe. The Jedi Knight and once hero of the republic who had stolen his heart. Both men knew Wolffe had lost his way when (Y/N) had been taken from him the first time, but he hadn't been the same since he had lost her for the second and final time.
"Give him time, he'll be okay" replied Rex, a sigh escaping him as he remembered (Y/N). She'd taken many secrets to her grave, unbeknownst to the Captain of the 501st, one of them she kept to protect him. The truth on who Vader truly was. "Sometimes the past gets to him, what the empire did and took away still haunts him. He's never gotten past losing the woman he loved" he worded, recalling when Clone Force 99, or the Bad Batch as they preferred finally found where Dr. Hemlock was stationed, when they infiltrated the base, hoping to find both Omega and Crosshair.
What they discovered was terrible, to say the least. Clones that once served the republic strapped down onto tables, tortured, tormented, and forced to suffer all in the name of science. Some were in tanks, others were left to die a slow and likely painful death. Others had been incorporated into Phase 1 of the Death Trooper program, to which the constant torture would have been far kinder. Among those rescued that day were Crosshair, Omega, Tech who had survived his fall, Cody, Wolffe, and Comet. Despite the best efforts, both Cody and Comet passed on shortly after returning to Pabu.
"That's (Y/N)" whispered Kanan, upon glancing to the hologram. She was one of the few Jedi the people of the Empire hadn't forgotten, remembered along with Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Plo Koon, Yoda, and Mace Windu. She was supposedly killed during Order 66 but eventually reappeared, being captured and taken Nur, nobody truly knows what happened to her there. For months many theorised she'd been killed by Vader or one of the inquisitors after being tortured for information.
In reality, the constant torment and suffering had done something far worse, it had broken her mind and shattered her will to continue fighting until she found strength in the dark side. Until she had willingly joined the inquisitors as the First Sister, second only to the Grand Inquisitor. She wasn't sent out to hunt very often, but when she was she never failed. More often than not (Y/N) was the one whom Vader called upon when he needed assistance with his mission to destroy what remained of the Jedi.
"Where is she now?" asked Ezra, not quite putting two and two together, or catching on to what haunted Wolffe every waking moment. Rex and Gregor could only share a common glance, knowing losing her once was bad enough for Wolffe, but twice was nothing less than cruel. Even when he'd spared her more suffering.
"Gone" grumbled Wolffe, his voice resembling that of a growl upon the memories he tried so hard to bury over the years came back. How his heart sank when he was rescued, learning (Y/N) hadn't been found since both of them had been captured. His refusal to give up hope had paid off, but it hadn't lasted long. When he was reunited with her, her once pretty eyes were the orange/red of the Sith, her mind twisted by the dark side and all she had learned to rely on was constant suffering. Her mind had become so twisted she no longer knew the difference between good and bad, and no longer recognized herself.
"When she was captured, the empire corrupted her mind via torture. She became an inquisitor" voiced Rex, recalling Wolffe's refusal to believe she couldn't be saved as others stated. Instead, he tracked her wherever she went, and became a thorn in her side even at the risk of his own life. When the opportunity arose to capture her again, he took it. Bringing her aboard the ship, he, Rex, and Gregor shared at the time, determination alight in his mismatched eyes, he was going to save her and help her heal, he wasn't going to fail her again.
"She's one of them?" accused Zeb, recalling his encounters with the pests known as Inquisitors. Although he'd admit he didn't know who they were before, just that they were out hunting for his friends, his family in Kanan and Ezra. Thrust they were his enemy.
"Was" corrected Rex, not taking any notice when Zeb fell into silence and Sabine glanced to Kanan and Ezra, seeing their surprise upon hearing one could stop being an inquisitor. "Wolffe refused to give up on (Y/N). When he had the chance to get her away from the Empire he took it, we tried for months to help her, and it worked for a time until it became clear they wouldn't let her go" he added, shivering at the memory of Vader hunting them, of the villages and towns he burnt and the innocents who were slain just to get to her.
"They killed her" guessed Sabine, not seeing any other fate that could have been waiting for the former Jedi Knight. Although the Mandalorian could only assume her death if it was at the hands of the empire, wouldn't have been quick. They would have seen her as a threat to them, those who rebelled against their iron fist rule would have seen her as a beckon of hope.
"No, I did" growled Wolffe, standing briefly before slumping back into his chair again. (Y/N)'s lightsaber tightly in his grasp, the only thing he truly had left of her now. A stray tear slid down his cheek upon remembering the day burnt into his memory. The four of them were on the run, looking for a way to lose Vader, and the Inquisitors hunting them, looking for a way to get off the planet. When it became clear they had no way out, when they became cornered, (Y/N) fought Vader and the Inquisitors off for as long as she could, all but ordering Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor to go.
But Wolffe had refused to leave, he couldn't bear to lose her again, lose another he loved. So he stayed at her side until she used her power to push him away. Speaking the haunting words of I Love You beforehand. The moment the former Commander of the 104th Battalion realized the inquisitors intended to turn her to the dark side again, he made the hardest choice. Once again he aimed his blaster, but this time at (Y/N), he closed mismatched eyes and pulled the trigger. He saved her from further torment, assured she would finally be at peace, but at the cost of shattering his own heart and being forced to live without her.
"It was the only way to save her" whispered Wolffe, knowing she was still with him. He felt her there during the moments when his PTSD got the better of him. He felt her hand on his shoulder and could swear sometimes he heard her voice willing him to continue his fight. He sensed her there during the toughest moments when he struggled with the past.
"That's why you went into hiding" commented Ezra, figuring the trio of clones hadn't just decided to "retire" due to their accelerated aging. They were among some of the best battle-tested minds there was. The rebellion needed them to survive, but it was becoming clear at least Wolffe needed a reason to fight. He'd lost his will the day he had to kill (Y/N) to save her from repeating the cruelty of being broken and twisted again until she lost herself once more.
"We know (Y/N) would have taken the opportunity to stick it to the empire if she was here" laughed Gregor, his golden eyes glued to the hologram of the Jedi Knight in question. To the hologram of the friend waiting for them. "She was a fighter, a shining light of hope we needed during the darkest days of the war. Let's not let her down now by sitting by and doing nothing"
"So you'll fight with us" questioned Zeb
"Yup" replied Gregor. "It's about time we remembered who we are, right Wolffe?" he added, nudging Wolffe who had since stood, the old Commander didn't pay much attention though, instead looking to the back door of the old walker. Where he could have sworn he'd seen a figure bathed in a blue glow standing. Where he saw (Y/N) standing, nodding with a proud grin, as if she was finally answering his call to see her again. As if she was encouraging them to fight for something they chose to believe in rather than something forced upon them like the Republic and Empire.
"You see her right?" asked Wolffe, too afraid to look away in case she disappeared again. Rex only offered a small soft smile upon seeing (Y/N), a guiding angel for them to follow, as she had been once before in what felt like a lifetime ago. A life that seemed far less complicated than the one they had now. Back then they were soldiers created to fight a war, to sacrifice. Now they were relics of the same past as the Jedi and the Republic. They survived the horrors the empire threw at them, abandoned and left to fend for themselves, broken and forgotten by the galaxy around them.
But now, it was time to rise and fight once again. Remind the Emperor why clones were created in the first place and remind him why they were better than the conscripted troopers he relied on to defend the weakening empire. This time they weren't going to be soldiers of the republic, commanders in a war they didn't choose. They would be beacons of hope amidst the shadow the empire cast across the galaxy, they were going to fight and sacrifice for a cause they chose to fight for.
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A NIGHT IN 79'S
Rex very drunk: you know fox I still kinda hate you for killing fives
Fox drunk but not that drunk: ok
Cody drunk: fuck yeah
Wolffe Drunker than 10 step dad's put together: I have a low tolerance for bullshit and that makes me sexy
Bly drunk: okay then
Fives: *bursts in* I'm back bitches
Rex: what the fuck is in my tihaar
Fox: I'm seeing it too
Cody: this is weird
Wolffe: yeah
Fives: I swear I'm real
Rex: That's what an imposter would say, say something to prove that you're fives
Fives: you hook up with commander tano
Rex: how do you know that
Cody: wait what rex what do you do
Rex: nothing
Bly: it's obviously something
Rex: nope
Wolffe: he fucks his commander
Rex: no no I don't
Fives: rex I have literally heard it before
Rex: yes I know ahsoka is loud
Cody: do I wanna know
Fives: no
Rex: fives I'm going to hurt you when we get back to the barracks
Fives: ok
#captain rex#star wars#commander cody#commander fox#commander bly#commander wolffe#arc trooper fives#arc 5555#fives#rexsoka mentioned#79s clone bar#fives is alive#rex fucks ahsoka
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I remember seeing dudebros complain about there not being enough men in the Ahsoka series but David Tennant was in every single episode so I don't know what the big deal is!
#ahsoka series#ahsoka tano#star wars#david tennant#professor huyang#not to mention baylan skoll and anakin skywalker and captain rex and thrawn and ezra and jacen and carson also showing up#but i know they really meant it's because all the leads were women and god forbid women ever do anything
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