#clone commander beans

[autumnalfallingleaves]

@codywanweek Day Four: One of Cody's antennae is linked to a tracker in Obi's lightsaber

I am all for "Obi-Wan's lightsaber really likes Cody and that's why he finds it every time it gets lost", but this is a very funny prompt as it stands and I just had to get silly with it :)

reblogs are highly appreciated, and please do not repost my art

[sleepingsun501]

I drew this months ago, and I’m so happy I can finally post it. Just sleepy, post-war, happy AU Fox finally getting the rest he deserves. Oh, and he got a tooka cat, Bean lol. Happy Fox Day everybody!!

[clone-trooper-cheese]

From top to bottom:

Fours (left) and Polar(right

Brick (and Aisacc on his arm, but he's not a clone lol)

Brick (again. The top one) and Havek (the bottom one)

Captain Nitro

Captain Nitro(left) and Commander Beans (right)

Mickey

Mickey (but he got too silly)

Fours!

Fours and Omega

And last but not least, the force boy himself; Omen!

you, star wars artist, show me your clones

both canon and oc 👍

[mwolf0epsilon]

How is it the clone beans eat?

With their little mouths of course! (which are not visible in the sculpts because I didn't want to overly deform the faces, I intend to one day 3D print them after all)

Granted the Trooper Beans being a manifestation of the clones's personality and emotions don't really NEED to eat... But it's a very enjoyable activity that they take pleasure in partaking in! Especially if they have access to their particular trooper's favourite snacks.

There is the occasional mishap, however...

Not every good little Trooper Bean resorts to nibbling like a polite little hamster. Some like Dogma Bean, for example, serve as emotional outlets for their troopers... So they tend to have very little self-control and over-indulge in things they enjoy doing with no real regard for the consequences of, say, swallowing an entire cheese bun?

Thankfully Trooper Beans that are tied to medics have enough sense to take the welfare of their fellow Beans just as seriously as the medical officers they manifested from.

Swallowing stuff whole isn't the only questionable method of eating, however. There are some Beans that prefer a more unconventional approach...

If I were any of you, I wouldn't dare stick my fingers anywhere close Cody Bean. He's especially fond of the Goblin Shark method...

[s3ap0tat0]

I got bored- So naturally I decided to draw fox, But an actual fox

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[enigmatist17]

To the rude anon who sent me an ask, why yes!

I do love Fox ❤️

Yes, I am very aware he killed Fives, and I extremely doubt he would have willingly. I personally think he was most likely violated via Sith stuff from Palps before he and his men were sent on the hunt, and that he carried incredible guilt until the day he was murdered. That doesn't mean he deserves condemnation, and if you don't much care for my writing about him, then just don't read it? The Corrie Guard are fascinating and tragic for what they ended up doing, and I love all my of clone children regardless of where they serve 💜

I love my Corrie Commander, and you're just lucky I can't draw, as I'd flood my tumblr with him ❤️

[a-single-tulip]

Star Wars OC List

Hey y'all! I know it's been a while since I've posted anything myself on here, but most writing I've been doing these days has mostly just been OC stuff in a server with my buddies, so I've decided to share my OCs with you guys <3

This includes both a mix of regular OCs (all of whom are from tcw era), as well as clone OCs!

I'll keep most of these descriptions pretty brief/to the point, so if any of y'all have any questions about any of these guys, feel free to hop into my inbox and ask away!

Dr. Waylon Vrand

Some of you might actually been familiar with Waylon, who was in the first fic I ever posted here! I actually posted a small origin story of sorts for him a bit ago, but to make a long story short:

Dr. Waylon Vrand, aged 22, is originally from a small village on the planet Dosuun (out in Wild Space, for those who didn't know), coming from a line of small-time family doctors, but moved out to Coruscant at the age of eighteen after receiving a scholarship for a medical academy there. If Mon Mothma can be a senator at 16, Waylon can be a doctor at a young age upon proving himself capable, do not perceive me

Feeling much like a fish out of water in a setting dominated by those with much higher prestige than him, Waylon found himself not exactly being all too up to socialize with his peers. Instead, he found friendship in an unexpected group, that being the clone troopers assigned to work with the medical academy.

Upon growing closer to graduating after enrolling in accelerated courses, he found himself studying and applying to work directly with the GAR as a medic specifically for clones, wanting to provide medical assistance for them on the front lines.

Following being officially instated as a medic for the GAR, he floated around wherever his assistance was required right up until he found himself assigned to Clone Force 99 for the remainder of the war.

Dr. Cais Varru

Dr. Cais Varru, aged 30, is a Zabrak originally from an Iridonian colony planet who works on Coruscant as a Psychiatrist, primarily doing work in Familial Affairs, and following the start of the war, he started doing VA work as well.

He moved to Coruscant at 24 following an experience that made him strongly desire a change of scenery, taking up a job far from home where he wouldn't be reminded of said incident.

Despite that though, he has a very calm temperament and remains in contact with his family consistently, and is very dedicated to the work he does in helping families displaced by the war, along with many troopers who find themselves desiring guidance.

Delilah "Dee" Murphy

Delilah "Dee" Murphy, aged 24, is a respectable journalist for the Coruscant Chronicle by day...graffiti artist by night.

Originally from the lower levels, after being left on her own at age 14, she found herself needing to support herself from a very early age. Now as an adult, she's made a relatively comfortable life for herself and prides herself on her career as bringing the truth to light in the work that she does.

That, however, doesn't make her immune to having her vices...with her primary one being her hobby in tagging buildings.

Though her identity when tagging remains anonymous, that doesn't mean that the Coruscant guard doesn't actively try to pursue her for her misdeeds.

Her primary tag is this guy below:

Wrench Ward

Wrench Ward, aged 28, is a mechanic in the lower levels of Coruscant working alongside her father in their family workshop, "Ward Family Repairs".

Following an incident that unfortunately claimed the life of her mother, she also lost part of her left arm up to the elbow at 8 years old. Following that, she was raised by her father and became well-acquainted with her way around fixing and repairing things.

Despite growing up on Coruscant, her father is actually originally from Dosuun, meaning she's also picked up his accent as well.

Wrench is just a nickname, but she'd rather die than tell anyone her real name that isn't someone close to her.

Sam Ward

okay...don't make fun of me, but this is his face claim:

Yup, that's right...Sam Elliott. Don't judge me, I named him before I decided on a face claim for him, and Sam Elliott being in Star Wars is just an inside joke between me and my friends now.

ANYWAYS

Sam Ward, aged 65, is the proprietor of Ward Family Repairs and the father of Wrench Ward. Originally from the planet Dosuun, he came to Coruscant as a young man to make a life for himself, which is where he eventually met his wife and later on had his daughter.

Following the loss of his wife and having to adapt to raising him daughter on his own, he dedicated himself to performing to the best of his abilities in providing for Wrench, and teaching her the skills she would need in working alongside him.

And now for Clone OCs

the next five clones listed below are actually all batchmates!

Commander Monroe

CT-1109, Commander Monroe, is a clone commander for the 428th High Corps (courtesy of @wizardofrozz <3), where they serve as troopers who escort doctors to refugee sites to provide medical assistance to injured civilians. Funnily enough, they work quite closely with the medical academies on Coruscant when they aren't off-world, so that in turn is how Monroe finds himself acquainted with Waylon of all people. The two of them became great friends following their first meeting.

During his time on Kamino, Monroe was solely dedicated not just to finishing the new training he'd been given upon proving himself to be further advanced than other cadets, but also making sure that his other batchmates made it off of Kamino at all. His brothers all had their own quirks and differences as cadets that were not entirely favorable to the Kaminoans, which made the prospect of being decommissioned a very real issue that they had to fight against. Monroe, as the eldest of his batch, made sure that nothing happened to them so that they could make it out and be able to serve the Republic.

Various things occur following Order 66 that unfortunately lead to him being one of the many clones on Mt. Tantiss...which then leads to him enduring various forms of experimentation that I'll elaborate on if anyone is interested at all in learning more about it.

Cupid

CT-1402, known as Cupid, serves as a trooper assigned to the Coruscant Guard. He earned his name due to his tendency to fall quite easily, along with his innate desire to set up people with one another in his free time. He's a very loving guy, and quite the social butterfly.

As a cadet, he was nearly decommissioned due to having a pacifistic nature when he was younger.

Jinx

CT-1713, known as Jinx, is a clone assigned to the 501st who specializes in working with demolitions. Ever the wildcard, he has quite a brash personality and earned his name due to how often he seems to get himself into some sort of trouble, typically learning to injuries that often lead to Kix lecturing him about being more careful. He happily leans into the whole "bad luck" thing, often teasing his fellow troopers by threatening to spread his bad luck onto them.

During a campaign at some point, he found an orphaned black tooka kitten that he secretly took in, much to his brother Snitch's chagrin who he begged and pleaded with not to tell on him (one of the FEW exceptions Snitch has ever made). Jinx appropriately named the tooka Eris, and that's where the paw prints on his armor came from.

He was nearly decommissioned as a cadet due to his reckless behavior and not being a team player.

Snitch

CT-2130, known as Snitch, was also assigned to the 501st much like his older brother Jinx but that's where their similarities end. Unlike his brother, he is a real stickler for the rules, having read the reg manuals cover to cover and is the sort to happily point out when someone is breaking the rules, and will even report on it. This doesn't exactly make him all too well-liked, but in his heart, in his own funny little way constantly worrying about the rules is his own way of showing he cares, something he has a hard time doing in a typical fashion.

As a cadet, he was part of a program that studied clone cadets showing signs of neurodivergency and would have been decommissioned if he had faltered in performance quality.

Beans

CT-4900, known as Beans, is the youngest of his batch and was assigned to the Coruscant Guard along with his older brother Cupid. Originally earning his name due to his high-energy personality making him much like a jumping bean, his name only grew to become even more appropriate once he developed a strong affinity for caf. Ever the excitable type, he's a chatterbox and will talk your ear off if you let him, with half of whatever he might be talking about being unintelligible due to how fast he talks if he's had too much caf.

As a cadet, he was nearly decommissioned due to him not meeting typical growth milestones and requirements on time, which earned him the nickname "Teenie Beanie" from his brothers when he was little.

Nimrod

CT-8250, known as Nimrod, is a shiny assigned to the Wolfpack that "affectionately" earned his name from @wizardofrozz's Sergeant Sawbones, due to the poor guy's tendency to make not-so-smart decisions without really thinking about whether or not he should even go through with such decisions in the first place. Got a stupid dare? He'll do it. Dumb plan of attack that definitely won't work? He didn't stay around long enough to hear the plan was stupid and is already getting himself into a predicament.

Boost and Sinker are the usual suspects when it comes to those who dare him to do something stupid, but despite all of their hazing, they love their dumb vod.

He's sweet as can be, despite how often he gets himself into shit.

Stretcher

CT-3880, known as Stretcher, is a clone medic for the 327th Star Corps. He earned his name due to a genetic mutation that ended up making him taller than most clones, at about 6 ft. 5 inches.

Personality-wise, he's relatively quiet and has a sort of intense "resting murder face", which can make him kind of intimidating to those who don't really know him when combined with his height and visible strength. The truth of it though, is that he's actually a sweetheart, he just has a hard time when it comes to talking to others who are new to him and can be kinda introverted.

When talking to others he's unfamiliar with, he comes off as direct/a bit deadpan (which is really just him feeling awkward around those unfamiliar to him, and trying his best to not mess up the interaction), but once you get to know him you can see the cracks in that initial demeanor. His fellow troopers of the 327th even know him as a little bit of a worrier when it comes to their well-being, a softy for his brothers.

When he's with them, taking care of them, his expression does actually soften just the teensiest bit while muttering about how they ought to be more careful and try not to get hurt again if it was something small, but that he's glad they're okay.

Aside from that though, he does a good job as a medic for his fellow troopers, and doesn't let his internal awkwardness impede his work in any way.

One notable thing is his friendship with Bly, who's probably one of the few people to get him comfortable enough to behave in a jovial manner, cracking a smile and revealing his dry humor.

No proper reference for him atm, but here is one for his general hairstyle/facial hair

Swindle and Hoodwink

CT-7777, known as Swindle, and CT-7878, known as Hoodwink. These troublesome twins get lumped together because they come as a pair...a pair of bastards, that is. Assigned as troopers to the 327th Star Corps, from their names along, you can guess how they got their names.

These two have been turning tricks since they were cadets on Kamino, making bets and rigging games to get what they want. After leaving Kamino, in their downtime, they found themselves hopping from bars and running scams on natborns and fellow clones alike to rake in credits.

On the surface, they like identical, which isn't a surprise since they're clones, but these two go out of their way to look exactly the same to a tee, with their armor painted with basic markings and their hair kept in standard reg cuts. A smart way to tell the difference between the two though is that Swindle has a gold-colored tooth just on the right side of his top row, while Hoodwink has a gold-colored helix piercing on his right ear of a horseshoe.

Under their armor though, they're pretty tatted up, which is how they express themselves.

Once you get to know the twins though, you can see through the persona that they put up, and they're a lot like night and day.

Hoodwink without Swindle is a little on the quieter, more introverted side, less likely to talk as much without him. He's patient, and a little more likely to be remorseful about tricking someone than his brother, a sweetheart at the end of the day who looks up to his older brother.

Swindle is cocky, full of himself, and gladly presents himself to be an asshole flirt who's ready to trick someone into practically giving their credits to him. Beneath all that though, you have a jaded clone who has a very limited amount of trust in others, who believes that in this galaxy it's solely him and his brother against everyone else.

Especially because he and Hoodwink were the only ones of their original batch that made it off of Kamino.

Those the pair do trust though are limited...they respect Bly enough to listen to him when he's being serious whenever he scolds them for getting in trouble, and they hold Aayla in very high regard because she treats them well.

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[squidsponge]

He really went and copied Commander Cody's entire outfit - visor, jetpack, head strips, flashlight, chin piece, paint scratches, wireless routers, modem lights on chest to monitor which antennae are connected to a network, and all - and nobody is talking about it.

I have to believe Rex choked when he first showed up like this after his promotion.

CAPTAIN VAUGHN | CT-0292

[lonewolflupe]

A Wish Come True (One-Shot)

This is my entry for week 10 of The Clone Wars Winter Spectacular 2024 / @clone-wars-winter-challenge !

I wish I could have spend a bit more time on this, but I had an extremely busy week. I hope you'll enjoy anyway!

Summary: When Hunter’s senses kick in, you’re determined to see if he’s alright Rating: Teen and up Tags: fluff, developing friendships, found family, Clone Force 99 Words: 1.209 Pairing: Hunter x gen!reader (platonic; might evolve into more) Prompts: Coffee/Caf Break / Northern Lights / *Clone Force 99* / Mistletoe Read this one-shot here on AO3 week 9 < | ↓ | > week 11

For once, the items littered over the Marauder's durasteel floor were put there deliberately. It almost resembled a command post; datapads sharing crucial information, a star chart on the ship's screen illuminating the ship's interior, a physical map of a city covering the floor. But it still had Clone Force 99’s touch. A vibro-blade stuck in the floor through the map to mark the target, Lula being used as a datapad stand, a toothpick giving away Crosshair's tactical position within the city.

Hunter sat on the floor, hunched over the map as he pointed out both strategic and weak points, preparing the squad for their upcoming mission. Tech sat in the pilot’s seat, glancing back and forth between his datapad and the physical map laid out on the floor. Wrecker was in the seat beside him, watching intently as Hunter pointed out every move. Echo was already calculating a hyperspace route, whilst Crosshair stood leaning against the wall, keeping a sharp eye on everything.

You felt out of place between these seasoned soldiers as you watched over Hunter’s shoulder. You hadn't been with the Batch for too long, and although you were aware of all the squad members’ desirable mutations, you were still getting used to them. And thus you were slightly confused when Hunter suddenly straightened himself, the little muscles around his eyes slightly tensing as focus covered his gaze.

It was almost as if he pricked up his ears, and you weren't sure if he was alarmed or something else had caught his attention. It likely wasn't a rare sight, for the other squad members paid little attention to his sudden shift of demeanour. Abruptly, he got to his feet, making you move aside hastily to give him some room.

“Caf break,” he said at last, his voice low and serious. His sudden announcement was received with mixed reactions; Wrecker's face lit up in an instant, whilst Tech’s became rigid; he’d rather finish the briefing before moving on to the next objective. With a sigh, Crosshair tossed his toothpick to the other corner of his mouth and Echo just rolled his eyes before getting up to prepare a pot of fresh caf.

Without sharing another word, Hunter stormed out of the ship into the night beyond. You blinked your eyes a few times as you watched him disappear, before moving over to Echo. “Is he.. Is he alright?” you asked softly, your eyes still on the Marauder’s entrance whilst Echo casually added some ground caf beans to the machine. “Don't worry, he probably sensed something. Happens every now and then,” he smiled at you, his voice kind and reassuring.

Still bothered by it, you couldn’t leave it behind as easily as the others. “I'll just go check on him,” you said softly, almost under your breath, but Echo heard you loud and clear. He granted you a quick look before chuckling in amusement. “You do that. Caf will be ready in a few minutes,” he shot at you whilst continuing to prepare the caf. Already lost in thoughts, you nodded in response before silently making for the ship’s boarding ramp, cautiously exiting the ship. And when you stepped outside, you were welcomed by the most magical sighting.

The clear, dark sky was filled with a mesmerising light. It was constantly moving, changing shapes and form, the greenish-blue illumination dancing in the sky like a rippling river meandering through the land. You knew all too well what northern lights were, but had never been lucky enough to see them with your own eyes. Not until now. Without realising, a gasp of wonder left your lungs as you stood frozen to the ground, your gaze caught in the beautiful spectacle far above you.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Hunter’s low yet warm voice brought you back into reality, snapping you from your thoughts. You nodded in agreement, the awe of the phenomenon reflecting from your eyes as your gaze slid down to meet his. “And you could sense it?” you asked softly in admiration, as you found yourself slowly walking over towards him.

He was sitting near the Marauder, his leg arched and his arm casually dangling on top of his knee. He hummed in affirmation, a careful smile sliding on his tattooed face. You sat down at his side as he continued to elaborate. “I find nature comforting.. It doesn't overstimulate my senses, like technology does.” You weren’t too sure how his senses worked yet, but you understood the healing effect of nature. “It’s very pretty,” you whispered, your gaze locked on the dancing river of light in the sky again. “It sure is,” he confirmed softly, looking straight at you whilst speaking those words before joining you in the skygazing.

“I, er- I didn’t know wishes could come true,” you said softly, wrapping your arms around your body as your shoulders relaxed. You felt comfortable, and the way the light reflected on the surface of the planet had a calming effect on you. Hunter shot you a quick, confused look. “What do you mean?” he asked curiously, watching you closely as memories crossed your mind, making your eyes shine.

You felt somewhat vulnerable getting this personal. But again, you felt comfortable with him, and you were part of the squad now; you had to trust each other. And that meant becoming personal every now and then. “Every Life Day, I made a wish. And every year, it was the same; I wished to see the northern lights,” you confessed to him, hiding your face behind your arms when you felt a rush of warmth washing over it.

Hunter hadn’t taken his eyes off of you, and seeing you flustered from your own confession amused him in the most endearing way. He chuckled affectionately, putting his hand on your arm in an attempt to reveal your face again. You huffed softly before complying. “I know, it’s silly,” you continued with a sigh, “All my friends wished for a kiss under the mistletoe, to find the partner from their dreams, raising kids, to live happily ever after.. Wishing for things that actually matter, I guess.”

As soon as you looked up to him again, he shot you the most understanding smile. “I don’t think it’s silly. Seems to me you’re more aware of your surroundings. Seeing the beauty of the galaxy instead of thinking like everyone else. And who knows, maybe those other things will come for you as well,” he encouraged you, and the warmth of his voice wrapped you like a blanket. It made your mind soar and your heart beat faster, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. So you smiled at him before leaning slightly against his shoulder. Only after another moment, you found your words. “Thank you, Hunter. For taking me in with the squad. For looking after me,” you whispered, allowing your gaze to wander the mystical sky again.

His muscles seemed tense for a moment, but with a deep exhale, he relaxed, allowing you to lean further into him. “Don’t worry,” he cooed softly, and the low, rumbling sound of his deep voice resonating through his body made you feel safer than ever. “You’re part of us now.”

[autumnalfallingleaves]

@codywanweek Day One: "I love you like the sun"

I, unfortunately, will not be able to participate in the majority of the week, but I will do my best to do at least a little bit!

Anyway this is probably one of my favorite illustrations/paintings that I've done ever, hands down lmao. Sun imagery my beloved <3

reblogs are highly appreciated, and please do not repost my art

[the-starry-seas]

I uno-reverse your tag on my corries and ask you to talk about Kit ♡

omg hi <3

First things first, he loves novelty candy. Gummy sharks. Fun Dip. Toblerone bars and their funny little triangles. If it comes outside of the standard chocolate bar shape, he thinks it's the coolest thing. He has a shoebox in his locker that has the wrappers to his favourites. (And in a modern AU, his favourite candy is Kit-Kats. Yes it's because he shares half a name with them.)

His favourite fruit is peach, but he hates the fuzzy skins. So his solution is to peel them and then eat the fruit without the skin. Fox hates this, it genuinely unsettles him, but he grins and bears it. His second favourite is maraschino cherries.

Kit and Fox have done those BeanBoozled boxes several times (box of mystery flavour jelly beans and half are horrible). Fox doesn't care about any of the bad flavours and sometimes prefers them but Kit will spit those things out without hesitation. They both think the other is a little weird for their jelly bean tastes.

He wants to join the scout corps to be a massiff scout trooper like Sergeant Hound and Grizzer. When Hound finds out, he suddenly has a mystery injury that requires him to be in medbay overnight, and he asks Kit if he could pretty please babysit Grizzer so that Grizzer's not alone all night long? Fox tells Kit to get the damn dog out of the bunk and let it sleep on the floor... and then give up when Kit doesn't listen the first four times.

Fox makes him wait until he has more experience before sending him off to his permanent assignment, which is eventually massiff scouts! In an AU where Order 66 doesn't happen/Fox doesn't die/insert other happy ending of your choice here, Kit helps oversee the breeding program for massiffs for the other troopers. He baby-talks each and every pup and helps find good homes for the ones that flunk training.

The entire Guard will maul, maim, and murder on behalf of the marshal commander's shiny. Their shiny now. They will be fighting for joint custody. Kit is aware of this and is absolutely 100% fearless as a result because what can hurt him when he has an entire army behind him? This stresses Fox out immensely.

He likes fantasy media that bears no resemblance to his life. He's in the dark about the worst of the way the Corries are treated, because Fox would protect him from anything, but he still knows a lot. Media is his escape to a world where maybe Fox wouldn't have anything to hide from him.

He can't watch/read anything set on Coruscant because there's inevitably some detail that the producer/author gets wrong and he's just >:| every time. Very strong feelings about it.

His other weakness is funny throw pillows. He only has one pillow, because there's only so much room in his bunk, but he has a stack of pillowcases as tall as his arm. You can keep a calendar by the regular rate that he switches pillowcases.

He cried when he got his face tattoo and thought he was a total wimp for it until he met another trooper with a face tattoo who validated that it was in fact extremely painful. (He also didn't think through the face tattoo. It was an impulse decision and design.) Fox thought that Kit was reapplying a sharpie doodle for three weeks, he's kind of embarrassed about that.

There's a second tattoo on the inside of his left wrist. It's an outline of a fox head, with a second smaller outline inside it. A fox and its kit :)

He's tried to grow plants several times but he's killed every single plant he's ever touched. He's a little bit genuinely upset about that because plants are so pretty and he really wants to have one.

He re-dyes his hair once a standard month so that his roots don't grow out too much. He's shaved the sides into patterns a few times but generally prefers his hair to be as low maintenance as possible so he doesn't really do that any more.

He didn't realise he was faceblind for years after being deployed to Coruscant. All the clones look the same and all the Kaminoans look the same, how was he supposed to figure it out before that?

Not great with heights, but only when he can see how far down it is. Put him on a bridge and he'll be nervous. Put him on a windowless troop transport and he'll be fine.

Fox literally gave him a stylus to use as a chew toy until they figured out what chewelry was. Kit's is, of course, red. He keeps it in his locker when he's on duty because he doesn't want to lose it or have it confiscated somehow.

[mereelskirata]

Please tell me everything there is to know about your OC Lock 🙏🏻 What an absolute cutie pie. He is soooooo adorable. It should be a crime 🥺

@the-bad-batch-baroness

I'm glad you like my little sunshine lad~ @the-bad-batch-baroness <3 I don't give him as much attention as my other ocs but he is a precious bean..

SO *rubs little raccoon hands together* Lock originally started out as a one-time character created solely to make our dear Commander Fox miserable back when I was super into him (and the Corrie's) having blackouts. It would be during one of these blackouts that Fox would end the life of my lil guy. Had even made a small post about it pretty much plotting what I had wanted to draw/write out (actually did sketch it out but I abandoned that now lol).

Then an awful thing happened 💀 I ended up getting attached to this one-time character that I had sent to his demise.

I gave him a reason why he had a target on him in the first place and gave him a name to match. Next thing you know, he becomes this "forever shiny" who's mostly got a positive outlook on everything despite how awful the clones are treated by those who despise their very existence.

Lock absolutely adores his Massiff partner, Ci (prounounced Key because Lock and Key. Also Welsh for Dog xD Figured why not) and though it's not his job, he's taken up a hobby of slicing into things. He has dreams about a future he could possibly have once the war is over. He also does his best to make sure his brothers, and others who he cares about, are happy.

Especially his very tall Nautolan s/o (WHO I HAVE NOW NAMED TINALI EHIEQHI) who he had met during a night out at 79's. Lock's a terrible flirt so his first and second attempts of asking them out went poorly. His close brothers and friends (also ocs of mine, Laughter and Ten-Four) have a dreadful thing of betting against him so they definitely lost a couple of credits between them when Lock finally managed to succeed in winning Tinali over after future attempts.

Aaaaand that's my once-doomed boy Lock who I begrudgingly got attached to. Thank you for asking about him~ :D

[mwolf0epsilon]

"Fascinating beings, these little ones..."

"They're very full of life, and seem quite predisposed to receiving affection."

"Trooper Beans are very social creatures. It is in their nature." "I can see that... Ah... Do you hear shrieking?" "Don't worry about it, general."

"Err... Commander, correct me if I'm mistaken, but is that not captain Rex's Bean that yours is erm... Dragging by the neck?" "That would be correct sir. They're right on time."

"I take it this is a recurring issue?" "very much so. Coh really enjoys carrying Rex Bean around like a tooka kitten...A very feisty tooka kitten..."

Obi-wan witnesses what is, at this point, a very familiar and expected occurrence pertaining Commander Cody's bizarre little terror of a Bean. He still doesn't think the little guy as terrifying and off-putting as Anakin insists he is... Why, he finds Coh very polite!

[roseaesynstylae]

Star Wars: Republic Commando: Hard Contact, Chapter 3

"The Neimodians had a taste for elaborate and wholly inappropriate grandeur, and Ghez Hokan despised them for it.

Lik Ankkit's huge villa was set on top of a hill overlooking a kushayan plantation -- a foolish choice given the prevailing winds, but it seemed to satisfy the Neimodian's need to show he was boss. The location might have made sense from a military perspective, but -- as Ankkit was a bean-counting coward like all his kind -- he didn't need defensibility, either.

No, the Neimodian was a di'kut. A complete and utter di'kut."

Say what you like about Hokan, but he's a great person to kick off the Di'kut Count.

I've always felt that the Neimodians get way too much hatred in-universe. The novel Brotherhood agrees with me.

I agree with Hokan's feelings on ostentatious grandeur; in fiction or in reality, it gives me a massive headache.

Di'kut Count: 3

"Fulier couldn't have been good at calculating odds or he'd have never on Gar-Ul in the tavern. But at least he was prepared to stand up for himself, despite all that mystical nonsense he spouted. Hokan admired guts, even if he rarely tolerated them. They were always in short supply."

This is coming from the villain, so I was debating whether or not to put it on the Jedi-Bashing count; after all, we aren't supposed to side with him. But, as I've previously mentioned, I am not cutting this series even a molecule of slack when it comes to how it regards the Jedi. Can't you just hear Traviss behind the page, commenting that a Mandalorian would have calculated the odds and defeated Hokan easily?

Jedi-Bashing: 4

"Niner wanted to laugh, but you didn't laugh at a Jedi, especially one who seemed to care what happened to you."

This is one of the lines that wouldn't be a problem if it was written by anyone else.

Also, "seemed" to care? Again, if it were anyone else... I'll just say that Plo Koon is living proof that the Jedi genuinely care about the clones.

Jedi-Bashing: 5

"Ah. For all their skills and wisdom, there were still some things the Jedi didn't know. Niner hesitated to to lecture Jusik.

[...]

It wasn't Jusik's fault. He had far bigger issues to worry about. There was no reason for a Jedi commander to concern himself with the details of a clone commando's life. But Niner thought he probably would, and he admired the Padawan all the more for that."

I don't know how many times I'm going to end up saying this (I suspect a lot), but I would not have any issues with these lines if they weren't written by Karen Traviss.

Jedi-Bashing: 6

"He meant good luck. He wanted them to survive.

Niner, who had known for as long as he could remember that he was a soldier bred to die, found that intriguing."

Okay, this is just depressing. The clones' lives are incredibly sad and become more so with every new installment.

Jedi-Bashing: 6

Di'kut Count: 3

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angstpril day 16: cry for help

deep inside, you cry cry cry

For the first time since he was created, Robotboy did something against his own will, while being aware of it.

It was horrible when he walked, when he listened to Kamikazi, when he was instructed to kill Tommy, how could anyone even think of something so horrible?

When he Superactivated and started shooting at the boy.

In that moment, Robotboy wanted to shoot himself.

He felt like he was locked in a cage with no key, and he could only stand and watch.

He was sure that the screams of the ten-year-old would keep him up at night. He wanted so badly to stop, to stop shooting, to tell Tommy that Robotboy doesn't do that!!! It's not Robotboy!!! but his own body wouldn't listen to him.

His little metal heart was breaking in half when Tommy screamed and cried and asked him Robotoboy, it's me Tommy! and he couldn't do anything. If he had hair it would probably all be pulled out by now with all his frustration.

No matter how hard he tried to give his body the commands, stop shooting, leave the boy, stop, go back to normal mode, it didn't work.

"*When I break free, you can be sure Kamikazi, I'll get my revenge," he promised himself in his head, and his eyes glowed red for a moment.

As Tommy ran into the room with no way out and the clones caught him, Robotboy (mentally, of course) fell to his knees. This is it. The end. Robotboy is about to kill his best friend, without being able to stop it. He felt like screaming and crying and to think that it was the crying that led him to where he was, because he wanted to cry, because he wanted to be like a real boy and-

Tommy started crying.

Robotboy cried mentally along with him, but something changed.

He felt one solitary tear run down his cheek and....

He could move.

HE COULD MOVE!!!

Without wasting another moment, he dealt with all the clones nearby then returned to normal mode.

"Tommy?" he spoke up, frightened that maybe something had happened that he hadn't noticed, if he had accidentally hit Tommy after all and-

"Ro?" Tommy replied, leaning out of his hiding place, and Robotboy was never so happy to see the boy.

"Tommy!!!"

They both rushed to each other, meeting in the middle. They hugged each other tightly after which Ro let himself be held by Tommy.

"Ro! Boy am i glad to have you back to normal. "

Robotboy at that moment wanted to tell him so many things. I'm sorry, please forgive me, I should be more careful, it's my fault.

But in the end he put on a joking tone.

"Robotboy happy Tommy crybaby."

"Wait, I'm..." he sighed, but smiled slightly "me too, buddy."

Yes.

Robotboy was definitely glad that Tommy was a crybaby.

that episode really scared the crap out of me when i was a kid lmao that and the tune up (they really did a number on me) i love these little beans with all my heart

*a little callback to what tommy was also saying while running away from ro

[echo-lover]

Me: *sees a random named Clone with some scars and/or fancy haircut*

Me: Oh, look! The love of my life!

My number one.

My sweetie pie.

My one and only.

My lover.

My dearest.

My soulmate.

My hero.

My sergant.

My captain.

My commander.

My soldier.

My lover boy.

My cutie patootie.

My little bean.

My sunshine.

My honey.

My other half.

My partner.

My future husband.

My Romeo.

My precious.

My first and last.

My object of affection.

My treasure.

My ...

(Me when clones)