#clone trooper broadside

[moxie-girl]

501st(+extra) Mando'a names! (Rex + Appo are here)

same as the last one, green names are canon from the Mando'a dictionary, yellow could probably be canon, orange is a little messy and red is mostly made-up combinations that are a little so-so

and like last time, I'm taking suggestions for better names if y'all have any!

[anstarwar]

Broadside and Matchstick finally got that drink, Axe and Slammer joined them

In which Matchstick and Axe survive and are alive and just fine

[left to right: Slammer, Axe, Broadside, Matchstick]

Thanks for sending in this request @coggedcorset !

[kingtransgender]

introducing: shadow squadron

[dukeoftheblackstar]

P I L O T S ♥

Sauce. Sauce.

[starfireproductions]

Shadow Three: Broadside

Project for a friend who wanted another clone to add to their expanding collection of troopers. Always fun to go back to this animation style and it was a good project to do.

Full details can be found on my DA page here: https://www.deviantart.com/starfire-productions

[ahsoka-its-all-of-us]

Yo this is amazing!!!

In case anyone needs it, I have the "library" of every clone that has an official name in the Clone Wars.

It's a sheet of gifs but it still has everyone (except the newest characters from Bad Batch they haven't been added yet.)

A gift.

[littlemissmanga]

Maybe Among the Stars

Pairing: Broadside x (gn)Reader

W/C: 2,737

Summary: Broadside was literally built to withstand risk and danger. He’s willing to take the chance this will all end badly. But that was back when the only one at risk was him. How can he face that same danger knowing it’ll roll over onto you now?

Warnings: Angst/comfort, the realities of loving a soldier, slight nod to intimacy but think like PG-13 rating. Lots of longing, but it's got a happy ending.

A/N: Goodness, I had this drafted out so long ago but real life and brain pain made this take forever. I’m terribly sorry @sunshinesdaydream for the slight delay, but here is your Broadside fic for the @rare-clone-fic-exchange! I had a lot of fun researching Broadside, Shadow Squadron, their planes and getting to dive into a starfighter’s mentality. I hope you like what I did with his personality since there isn’t too much in canon to go off of, other than his limited screen time showed me a very confident man. And what’s better than a fic about a man in crisis with himself?

Also, submitting this as an entrance for my @clonexreaderbingo card, the “Hope” square. 😊

Inspiration song, The Word of My Body from Spring Awakening: “Oh, I’m gonna bruise you. Oh, you’re gonna be my bruise.”

dividers by @saradika

It wasn’t fair. To either of you, but he understood the risk and was willing to face it. He knew what could come next and didn’t care if it meant one more chance.

But you …

You put up a great front. It took him too many rotations to see the softness under your steel. Weeks of finding reasons to fuel up at the café you worked at before he was shipped off just to tease you and get under your skin. It was a challenge that gave him a little lightness to his step before he and his brothers were back in the heat of battle, the memory of a cheeky smile on pretty lips settling his battle-tossed nerves.

Eventually, the face behind the smile was the thought that gave him comfort. But he’d never say it. He could keep you at an arm’s length and still get his fix as long as he didn’t cross that line.

And you never backed down from this game you couldn’t have known you were playing, giving as good as you got but never with cruelty. Your responses had even gotten downright flirtatious recently, a taste of normal that he couldn’t resist.

Until the last time.

Right after the Battle of Coruscant. Broadside had been flying high even with his feet solidly on the ground. Shadow Squadron had taken impressively minimal damage as each trooper flew beside General Skywalker bravely and proved integral to the safe retrieval of the Chancellor.

He’d opened the door to your café with a swagger that would make even his General blush, ready to leverage his status as planetary savior for a free slice of meilroon pie.

But instead of the sweetness he was expecting, the salt of your tears was all he could taste for hours after. The relief couldn’t erase the deep worry lines on your face at the sight of him, and while Broadside wasn’t above imagining what you’d feel like in his arms, the reality of your half-choked sobs racking your form as it melded to his when you pushed into him and held him like he would float away weighed on his heart.

“They were showing the dogfights over the holonet. I saw … there were so many … I didn’t know if …”

The realization hit him like a proton canon blast: He had become someone important to you. You felt the same way about him as he did you.

And ever since, elation and dread warred within him.

Since the Battle of Coruscant, Shadow Squadron had been requested to handle more escort missions for the Chancellor, meaning more time on Triple Zero.

More time with you.

But proximity to the Chancellor and by extension the Corrie Guard meant no room for deviation from the regs … including the one about not fraternizing with spunky natborns who’d be brought to tears at the thought of a trooper in danger.

A specific trooper. Him.

A gorgeous soul who kept him on his toes, challenging every truth he thought he knew. Who’d started saving a serving of his favorite meals when they were on special without knowing if he’d be coming in that day. Who’d throw an extra serving in for a customer going through a bad day but feigned ignorance when questioned. Who fought off the thugs and lowlifes that’d crawl in from the lower levels with a broken broom without an ounce of fear but shattered at the sight of his Squadron in danger overhead.

He was going to hurt you.

Maybe, just a little, he understood why the Jedi didn’t allow attachments. Because more and more, Broadside could feel the craving to see you again rise and overshadow the knowledge of just how thoroughly he’ll ruin you.

***

“Is this where you’re gonna murder me?”

Broadside threw an exasperated look over his shoulder. “Why would I drag you all the way here just to murder you?”

You cocked an eyebrow as your head swiveled to take in the narrow, at to be fair rather dingy, ally he was leading you through. “To throw the cops of your trail, duh. It’s like you don’t even listen to those crime holos I send you.”

He heard the smile in your voice and felt its match stretch on his own lips at your macabre humor.

“Those are all full of fluff anyway. It’s all nonsense.”

“No, they’re-”

“Shush.” He turned back and continued leading you on. “We’re almost there.”

“Would be great to know where ‘there’ is. Or what’s gonna happen there.”

Despite your grumbling, Broadside could feel your grip tighten around his hand. All at once, your simple show of trust filled his chest and brought him to his knees.

He didn’t deserve it. But he hoped he’d earn it.

Reaching a nondescript door ­— one of many to line the ally — Broadside stopped in the entranceway, pulling you over to face him.

“You already know the answer, mesh’la. You came up with this idea.”

Confusion covered your face with an aching cuteness. He could see the wheels turning inside, your eyes giving everything away as you searched for an answer.

“Closing time ... I was helping you sweep ... You asked what civvie experience I wanted to have …”

Your eyes sharpened in a playful glare. “And you said, ‘working in a diner’ just to be an ass.”

He leaned in close, towering over you and invading your space just to rile you more. He couldn’t help it. Broadside was addicted to that spark and needed it, needed you, like a hit of spice. “Not just to be an ass. But that’s not the important part. What came next?”

“You … You asked me what I’d want to do …”

Your eyes were wide as moons when you looked back up at him, disbelief filling every inch of your expression. “No …”

“Yup.” He confirmed, entering the access code and opening the door to reveal the back entrance to the hanger where Shadow Squadrons brand-new Y-wings were lined up all nice and pretty.

This time, he didn’t take your hand. Broadside strode through the hanger like he owned it, confidence grounding every step and growing at the sound of your quick footsteps franticly trying to keep up with his.

“Broadside!” You hissed quietly, earning a rich laugh at your idea of stealth. “This can’t be allowed. We’re gonna get caught!”

He stopped next to his new ship, ladder at its side at the ready. “You know, I’m actually insulted. You think I haven’t thought this through.” Turning, Broadside gestures broadly at the hanger. “See? No one around. Maintenance has been reassigned and my squad is grounded right now.”

Your eyes followed his across the cavernous room and you nodded in agreement. But your lip was still caught between your teeth, a telltale sign.

Letting the levity slip away, Broadside brought his hands up to cup your face and pull your gaze to his. Once again, he invaded your space but this time, all teasing was gone. “No one will know we’re here. I’ve got you.”

You gave him that look again. The same one as that day, the one that screamed to him just how unsure you really were underneath all your strength and bluster. The one that broke his heart with how much he wanted to erase it from your face. The same one that told him, just maybe, that you knew how tenuous this all really was.

And then you stepped closer.  

You turned to reach for the ladder, stopping to look at him one more time. He gave you an affirmative nod, fighting every cell that cried out to shatter in relief. Maybe this would go better for you both than he thought.

Following closely, he climbed up the ladder after you, settling behind you in the cockpit.

It was a tight fit, only being designed for one person at a time. Broadside struggled for a moment, trying to get his legs to fit around yours in the narrow space until you took matters into your own hands. A touch was all it took to get him to sit still, your hand holding down firmly on his thigh.

The look you sent him over your shoulder is so soft, Broadside wanted to preserve it somehow. To freeze time so you’d always look at him just like that. To make a galaxy where you’d have no reason to ever look at him any other way.

“May I?” Your voice was steady, but barely a whisper.

“Yeah,” he rasped back.

Lifting yourself up, you moved your legs to straddle his before resting yourself on his lap.

“Sorry, but I think this may be the most comfortable configuration.”

Broadside reached around you to start the operating procedures, reveling in the feel of you so close. It was a mockery of an embrace, but it was enough for now.

“No need to apologize, angel. We’re all good here.”

Once all systems were engaged and optimized, he pressed his comm. “Shadow One to Tower. All systems go, here. Ready for clearance.”

You spun in your seat to level him with an intense glare. “No one will know we’re here?”

And Broadside couldn’t resist stoking your fire, sticking out his tongue like a cadet just to revel in how riled you got. “No one who will say anything. Corkscrew is on tower watch tonight and he owes me a favor or three.”

“Tower to Shadow One. Request for test flight confirmed. You are clear for launch. You have 30 minutes.”

“See? Just a standard test flight for the new fighters,” he said smugly.

With that, Broadside went through the launch procedure without a second thought, focusing instead on every way you shifted on his lap, how your hands fumbled for purchase on the sides of the ship before gripping hard on his knees. His hand curled around your hip, holding you in place for all the good it did. The turbulence had you shaking against him and by the Maker if that friction wasn’t the most sensational thing in the entire galaxy.

But everything settled when they broke the atmosphere, the stillness and quiet covering them and isolating them from the chaos of the city planet below.

He watched with delight as your head moved on a swivel, turning back and forth to take in the vast array of stars in front of you.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed.

“Yeah, it is.” Broadside’s response was just as quiet as he took in your awe before adding louder, “But we didn’t come up here just to look at it.”

“No?”

Before you could do anything else, he grabbed your hands. Without asking, he brought them to the steering column, molding his over yours.  “No. You’re gonna fly.”

He could see the broad, devious grin overtake your face in the reflection of the transparisteel and for the briefest moment, Broadside second-guessed whether this was a good idea.

Worry quickly gave way as he lost himself fully in the joy you exuded. Playful cheers filled the small Y-wing cockpit as he instructed you through a few of his simpler maneuvers. Eventually, he began taking a bit more control, showing off with several rolls and drops all in hopes of earning just one more delightful shout, one more squeeze of your thighs around his. All while his hand kept you in place on his lap.

Leveling out after his latest round of showing off, you leaned back against him fully, losing all tension in your body to rest soundly against his chest.

“So, what brought this on?”

His pause is palpable, creating a stillness that could rival space itself. He knew it would happen eventually. But he hated that it could ruin everything.

“I … I don’t know when I’ll be able to visit you next.”

His eyes were trained onto every inch of your body, so he saw the moment your shoulders tensed.

“I see. Even though I know Shadow Squadron has been assigned to escort the Chancellor from now on.”

Broadside took a breath, preparing for his practiced spiel, but you wouldn’t give him the chance. “Oh, yes. Don’t think I don’t follow the news. I do. Of course I do, because how else would I know where you were, what you were doing, if you were okay. You don’t tell me these things when you visit. I have to piece together rumors and suspicions. So I know you’ll be around more. But sure, tell me the lie. Tell me you won’t be able to see me. I’ve been dumb enough flirt with you. To start feeling …”

Your voice tapered off. He couldn’t see your reflection anymore, your face cast downward, but he could see how tightly you were holding yourself.

“Maybe I’ll be dumb enough to believe the lie,” you whispered.

He reached forward, snaking his other arm around to encircle your waist and pull you impossibly closer. Like a child clutching a soft toy, he curled around you in the cocoon of the cockpit.

It must have hurt. His armor was hard and unyielding. He could imagine all the ways it dug in to your pliant skin, how your curves arched around its firm plains.

Even his embrace was painful to you.

And yet you didn’t fight. You didn’t pull away or even adjust yourself. No, you pushed yourself closer, folding yourself in to fit into him like a missing piece.

“It’s not a lie,” he whispered, hoping for all the galaxy that you heard his promise. “It’s not safe.”

“For who?”

“For both of us.”

The silence lingered, and he knew you understood. If you really had been following the war, if you’ve been slicing through the holonet for information, then you had known the truth of his words for a while.

Shifting your hips, you turned in his hold, folding your legs under you to sit sideways on his lap. You didn’t look at him, though. Instead, you tucked your head under his chin, staying as close as possible. “Is that why you brought me up here? Show me the stars so I have something pretty to look at when you tell me it’s over?”

His grip tightened. “No.”

“Then why?”

He brought his hand up to cup the back of your head. He needed you as close as possible. “Because I can’t say it’s over. I want to. But I can’t. I will knowingly put you in danger just to see you again, to hear you again.”

He pressed his lips to the crown of your head. His first kiss has the aftertaste of salt and bitterness, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“Bringing you to see the stars like you always wanted is the least I can do. I’ll give you anything within my power ’cause I’m taking so much more.”

You wriggled in his grasp, pulling away just enough to look him in the eye. Your cheeks were stained with tears he didn’t even hear begin to fall. Instinctively, he brought his thumb to swipe it away, but your hand stopped him.

“You’re not taking anything, dumbass. I’m giving it willingly.”

Broadside’s eyes close as relief surged through his body. He relaxed even more at the feel of your forehead pressed against his.

“I don’t care about the danger. And take as much time as you need to make things as safe as possible. But you’re not the only one who can’t call quits, so don’t act like you’re carrying the burden alone.”

He couldn’t help the smile that spread easy as sin across his lips at your declaration. Knowing that you were as far gone as he was. Now that he had your knowing consent, that you could handle all that came with being together, there was nothing holding him back.

“So, I don’t have to plan such extravagant dates?”

You let out a peel of laughter in response, your delight breaking the last remnant of grief. “Oh, you absolutely have to try and top this next time. I’ll accept nothing less.”

Fueled by hope and the fire of his wanting, Broadside pressed his lips to yours, tasting starlight and a hint of the blumfruit juice you had earlier.

“I’ve created a monster,” he murmured into the kiss.

“Indeed, you have.”

Your smile against his lips is all the reassurance he needed to not care.

You can find the rest of my fics on my Masterlist here. And you can sign up for my taglist to be alerted to any new fics here.

[scrabble-scribbles]

Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-7567 | Rex & Ahsoka Tano, Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, CC-2224 | Cody & CT-7567 | Rex, CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Ahsoka Tano, CT-7567 | Rex, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody, Padmé Amidala, Riyo Chuchi, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-5597 | Jesse, Coric (Star Wars), CT-6116 | Kix, CC-1010 | Fox, Blackout (Star Wars), CT-1284 | Spark, Clone Commander Thorn (Star Wars), CC-5869 | Stone, so many clones - Character Additional Tags: Time Travel Fix-It, ill add more tags later, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Fix-It of Sorts, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Force Shenanigans (Star Wars), the force is sad so it makes it ahsoka and rex's problem, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture, Aftermath of Torture, queer clones, queer jedi, just overall a lot of Queer ShitTM, because the author is a sad queer crackhead, who loves these guys, Trans Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Original Character(s), Chatting & Messaging Summary:

Ahsoka died seven years before the Empire fell. Rex died minutes before the second Death Star was blown to pieces. Both wake up screaming, echoes of red plasma cutting through their hearts, and nearly three decades worth of memories that have not yet happened.

(time travel fix it)

[nimata-beroya]

Easy is the path to wisdom for those only not blinded by themselves.

—Broadside.

[cassian-my-beloved]

Boost

Inc

DD

CC-01/425

Patch

Striker

Edge

Ross

CT-1410

Five-Seven

Four-Nine

Hawk (Kamino)

Toomer

Law

O-Four

Chopper

CT-014/783

Sparks

Hardcase

Guts

NT-311

Wildfire

Monnk

X1

Bly

Clutch

Silver

Cannon

Bogey 1212

Delta 32

Zeta 654

Beta 963

CT-1312

Trapper

Fury

Boba Fett

Kosmos

Ven (Qiilura)

Mag

Gamma 022

Soot

Rho 557

Klick

Kappa 473

Hevy

Stoker

Shadow Twelve's gunner

Eyeball

Del

Zag

TK-622

Keller

Three-Five

Gaffa

Shadow Three

RC-1415

TK-421

Able-472

King

Epsilon 234

Howzer

Squad 2

Keeli

Shock

Stak

RC-0473

Jet

Ion Team's comlink specialist

Cody

Punch

Darman Skirata

Rex

Theta 198

Matchstick

Crasher

TK-422

CT-43/002

Skifter

Wave

Boro

Xi 778

Lock

Prudii Skirata

Beta 030

Comet (ARC trooper)

Bravo 4

Jinx

Ram

Vaize

Flanker

Hock Malsuum

CT-2711

Jester

Cameron

Rho 773

Spark

Corr

Theo

CT-2805

CT-1710

CL-33/890

Theta 269

Omega

Tyto (Bacta Company)

CT-57/11-9048

CT-2312

Psi 487

CT-2005

Chi 178

Axe

RC-1927

Zak

Gearshift

Vin

Gamma 264

Deviss

Mad Clone of Kaikielius

99

Seven-Four

DV-523

Jark

Red Leader

Red

Freedom

Mixer

Trantos

Heater

TK-875

Mapper

Kom'rk Skirata

Forry

Yellow Leader

Sarge (commando)

Ponds

Rho 571

Niner (Vassek moon)

Thire

Falco

Levet

Joc

CT-5/373

Rys

Twelve

Mojo

CT-66-3232

Xi 999

Four-One

Threepwood

Barrage

Spitter

Muzzle

Gold Leader (Anaxes)

Flash

Zeke

Hotshot

Rattle

Bogey 5632

Oake

Upsilon 941

Davijaan

Sharp (Devil Dogs)

Tarvyn Lareka

23

Charlie

HOB-147

Jorir

Glitch

Delta 607

Chatter (radio communications)

CT-66-3339

Alpha 989

Mort

Atin Skirata

Justice

Tracer

Syke

Dom

Kano

Faie

Treve

Chainly

Derel

Two-Eight

Lock (Breakout Squad)

Slick

Gar'ika

Gamma Four

Ven (Kothlis)

CT-1977

Ince

Coric

Dandy

Scraps

Slammer

Basher

Bammer

Amp

Gus

Brolis

Longshot

Delta 855

Kef

Digger

35

Byl

Switch

Sconto's father

Crys

Dyre

Fives

Xutoo

Tranter

CT-327

Blasty

Shadow Three (Kadavo)

Doom

Cut

Baris

Redeye

Bren

Ayar

Droidbait

Iota 432

Remy

Whiplash

Gree

Sketch

CT-66-3238

Rain

Ghost

Tel

Jumpy

Blackout

Trap

Trueblood

Crane

CT-66-3233

Wrecker

Burner

CT-2901

Neyo

Breaker (Breakout Squad)

Ordo Skirata

Gearshift's comrade

Bry

Ando

Lunn

Tranquility clone trooper captain

Forr

Knuckles (182nd Legion)

Recon

Tenn

A'den Skirata

Vere

Hammer

Racket

Alpha 332

Splice

CT-2911

Jind

Kagi

Wooley

Swift

Scythe (ARC trooper)

Taler

Sirty

Goji

Vill

Engle

Can

Dev

Drak

Razor

Drayk

Epsilon 905

Wingnut

Comet

Ox

KE-829

TK-9091

Jax

Havoc (ARC trooper)

Gregor

CT-9/85

Green Wizard

Alpha-17

CT-1507

Throttle

Bogey 4409

Buzz

Lucky

Green Leader

CR57

1139

Boil

Shadow Ten

Hawk

Sprint

CT-1226

Valiant

Kupe

Flybane

Joker

Havoc (clone trooper)

Jek

Stinger

Spade

Yellow Five

Tavo

Cutter

Barr

Crag

Tup

CT-914

Gamma Five

Mar'ek

Trench (Gamma-383)

Banks

Kicker

Jaing Skirata

Ace (ARC trooper)

Bacara

1151

Stec

TK-119

Scythe

Fox (Order 66)

Ace

Hound

Stripe

Thill

Jangotat

Fox

Fixer

RC-7770

Dash-1129

A'den

Bolt

Rho 106

Shadow Twelve

Tacks

Seefor

Cards

Husk

Slim

Knuckles

Lex

RC-0079

No-Nines

CT-802

CT-8770

Oz

Fixer (cold assault trooper)

Racetrack

RC-1080

Ennen

Turbo

Alpha 662

CT-3632

Mixx

Ridge

Rookie

Torrent

Upsilon 733

CT-2006

Mack

Slug

Climber

Shooter

Niner Skirata

Korbel

Clone0000005

Epsilon 497

Cov

Sinker

Vaughn

Broadside

Dox

CT-1008

Tau 753

Mereel Skirata

Lost Prophet

Tech

Shadow Five

Gamma Two

Delta-42

Zeer

Rod

CT-3636

CC-4816

Flak

Quo

Sharp

Deadeye

Omikron 621

Trigger

Aven

Trauma

Ras

Cutup

Blue Six

Wrench

16

Koho

Torrent Four

Gold Leader (Muunilinst)

Retired clone trooper

Crosshair

Frost

Denal

Tam

Shadow Seven

Aeon

CT-1509

Sten

Bogey 9662

Fil

Breaker

Tucker

Getter

Colt

Vargus

CT-307

CT-4/619

CT-2602

Chatter

CT-8868

Rogue assassin

Thorn

Connor Freeman's father

Mortar

Xoni

Dogma

Bouncer

Mu 262

Tag

Dice

Reed

Hamm

1137

Gold Two (Muunilinst)

Omega 370

Gamma Three

Maze

Echo

CT-1405

Hardcase's Kamino commander

Fi (clone trooper)

Sarge

Sync

Flashpoint

Fireball

Bellows

RC-0476

Bek

Swoop

Ronto

Kaylon

Phi 022

Tau 616

Hunter

Bellow

CRC-09/571

Attie

Kite

Peel

Jenks

Charger

X2

Kappa 773

Sev's ARC trooper

Patches

17

Big-Mouth

Scorch

Sull

Carg

Dropkick

Jesse

Clone0000004

Blue Leader

CT-915

Sev (Lambda Squad)

RC-0155

Fi Skirata

Tau 378

Killer

6/298

Nu 783

Upsilon 168

CT-5/501

Stance

Jez

RC-7305

Dash-1044

Nub

Clanky

Dov

Cooker

Sev

Yover

Dec

36

Nilo

Jester (ARC trooper)

Fyn

Tyto

Trace

Close-Shave

CT-8867

Horns

Fil (clone trooper)

Corvis

Tracker

Nax

Seeker

Evader

Marrt

CT-3423

Green

CT-1477

Pi 610

CT-4/163

Barlex

Phi 854

Salvo

Orion

Red (Kamino)

Squawk

Gamma 935

Shadow Four

TK-3388

Delta 23

Styles

Gunner

Warthog

RC-1066

Voca

Twitch

Spots

Gamma 789

Sticks

CT-8910

CT-8508

CT-1807

Blitz

Scope

Jek-14

Appo

Galle

Gamma 785

Moz

Crest

Boss

Lassar (Jogan)

Tojo

Six-ten

Grey

Kickback

Trapper (Malastare)

Remo

Zeta

Pulsar

RC-5093

CT-8869

CT-1103

Flyby

Gamma One

Ringo

Di'kut

Rede

Sicko

Cale

Spar

Sandcat

Shadow Six

CT-9932

Draa

Kix

Kaddak

Menace

Wolffe

Able

Jag (Jai'galaar)

Zap

CT-282-SD00001-983725138

Sister

Waxer

O'Niner

Blunt

Jayk

RC-3423

Chi 987

Chaos

Archer

Bogey 3856

Hash

Ged

Jay

Rafe

Theta 687

Contrail

Parsec

RC-0451

Hez

Stone

Olun

Kappa 429

Troy

Spanner

Ding

CT-27-3555

CT-9779

Ganch

Hil

Arkat

Gett

Bow

Boomer

Checkers

Tooth

CT-8863

Sterling

Herc

Sarlacc-Face

Lio

Hawkeye

Shiv

35 (Excelsior Company)

Bel

CT-2504

Chatterbox

Fordo

RC-2020

CT-2110

Nye

CT2

Crazy Legs

oh you like the clone wars? name every clone

[wanderinginksplot]

Riye (A Favor) - Alpha-17/f!Reader fic

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Third installment of my Alpha-17/fem!reader fic!

Word-Count: 3,100

Warnings: aggressive flirtation, Alpha is rude.

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You carefully straightened the neckline of your shirt, eyes on the refresher mirror. It might be silly, but today marked a full month since you had come to Kamino, and you wanted to look your best.

Your outfit had survived the morning, despite a meeting with several Kaminoans who wanted updates on your progress. You had been able to deliver good news - that you were right on schedule - but a sense of doubt overshadowed any triumph you might have felt. The first deadline had been met, but the next one promised to step up the workload, and you were already feeling overwhelmed at the idea.

Still, you were determined to push the negativity out of your mind. You would figure out a better schedule to complete the work later. Today was a celebration.

The bad thing about taking more care with your appearance was that it attracted more attention than usual from the cadets. You had politely turned away two different groups of young men by the time Alpha was due to arrive in the cafeteria. Another cadet - alone, this time - was doing his best to keep from being dismissed as well.

"Was it raining when you came in, ma’am?" he asked, leaning over you. "I have flight drills after this and it gets even more dangerous in the rain."

You did your best not to smile at the obvious way he was hinting about being a pilot. "You know, I think it was raining the last time I was near a window," you told him, voice grave.

"Then I'm going to need some luck to survive," he said dramatically, flashing you a smile he clearly hoped would be charming. "I've heard a kiss from a beautiful woman is a good start. What do you think? It might help me survive the afternoon."

"I wouldn't count on it," a dark voice warned.

The cadet stood as straight as possible as Alpha approached. The captain brushed your new pilot friend aside with a twist of his armored shoulders and sat down. He proceeded to start eating, ignoring the cadet completely.

Any other cadet would have backed away, thankful that Alpha hadn't decided to throw them directly into the oceans of Kamino, but this one was more determined than most.

He winked at you from behind Alpha's head. "By the way, my name is-"

"She doesn't want to know your name," Alpha told him. "Get out of here before I decide that I want to know it."

"Very flattering, Captain," the cadet said cheekily. "But Jango's face isn't the one I want to wake up to, yeah?"

Alpha swallowed his mouthful of food and deliberately set his fork aside, standing slowly from the table. He drew up to his full height before turning around. He was taller than the cadet, forcing the younger man to look up.

"Now I'm extremely interested," Alpha said slowly, his slow and methodical voice dripping with menace. "What's your designation?"

Behind him, you winced. You hated how glaringly obvious it was that the Kaminoans considered these men products. Also, this cadet might die in front of you and that would almost certainly ruin your ability to eat in the cafeteria anymore.

"CT-7115," the cadet said with a grin.

"Ah, part of Zackra Trem's group." Alpha raised his comlink. "Trem."

"Alpha," a female voice returned immediately.

"I've got one of your pilot cadets here in the cafeteria. 7115."

"Broadside," Trem said, clearly recognizing the number. "He's one of my best, Alpha. Don't break him too badly."

"No promises," Alpha replied, turning slightly back toward Broadside. Since you were seated directly behind Alpha, you couldn't see his expression yourself, but it was enough to make Broadside's grin slip for the first time.

"I'll make you a deal," Trem offered. "I'll give him hell here and then send him back to you tonight. I'm sure he could help you demonstrate something unpleasant to your ARCs."

Alpha considered that for a long moment while Broadside shifted uncomfortably. Eventually, he conceded, "That works."

Trem laughed. "Do I even wanna know what he did to you?"

"Harassed an uninterested female."

The laughter emanating from the comlink's speakers cut off abruptly. "In that case, I think we should coordinate punishments. I'll be in touch, Captain."

The transmission cut off suddenly and Alpha looked at Broadside once more. "You had best get to your training, son."

Broadside, looking suddenly concerned, nodded and hurried away. “What was that?” you asked quietly when Alpha had sat down across from you once more.

“I told his superior officer about his behavior.”

“What more than that?” you pressed.

Alpha grinned suddenly, and it was half a snarl. “It just so happens that his superior officer is Zackra Trem. It’s not my story to tell, but she’s got more reason than most to hate that kind of osik behavior.”

You could very well guess the rest of that story. Your heart twisted for Trem, though you had never met her. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Nice, but she wouldn’t appreciate the sentiment,” Alpha told you, not unkindly. “Feel sorry for your little pilot. She’s a Weequay who ran with Mandalorians for the past few decades. Whatever she makes him do, it won’t be pleasant.”

You chuckled at that, trying not to actually feel sorry for Broadside. In the time you had been hanging around Alpha, most of the cadets had eased up a bit on flirting, but every now and then, someone crossed the line.

Alpha picked his fork up again and shot you an intense look. “Why are you dressed like that?”

Though your immediate instinct was to be embarrassed about being overdressed, even mildly, you rolled your eyes at him. “Anything looks like too much when everyone else wears uniforms all of the time. Remember that day I wore a necklace?”

“Yeah, I remember,” Alpha said, snorting. “A necklace. What are you, a Senator?”

“Your ideas of fancy clothing are extremely skewed, I hope you know that,” you told him, adjusting your collar again.

“Hazards of the job,” Alpha replied with a casual shrug as he returned his focus to his food. “Looks okay, though.”

You paused, staring openly at him. Had Alpha just complimented you? Surely not… The universe wouldn’t survive such unexpected behavior, not without signs that space was collapsing in on itself.

Alpha noticed you watching him and lifted an eyebrow in question while he chewed. You just shook your head and applied yourself to your own lunch, avoiding his curious eyes. Explaining your thought process there would be an intensive effort, especially if your goal was to keep him from being uncomfortable.

Fortunately, avoiding Alpha’s eyes let you notice the approaching cadet sooner than your companion did, and you had time to brace yourself before the young man - even younger than you were used to seeing - opened his mouth.

“Excuse me-”

“Kriff,” Alpha said loudly, dark brows crashing down over his eyes. “Go away, kid. I’ve already ruined one cadet’s day and I have no problem adding to the list. She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“N-no, sir, of course not,” the cadet told him, nodding respectfully at you as he went on. “I wanted to talk to you. Is it true you served with General Kenobi?”

"What?" Alpha asked, sounding uncertain for the first time since you had met him. You quirked your brows, unsure of whether to be amused or concerned.

"General Kenobi," the cadet repeated. "And General Skywalker, too! I heard you went on a mission with both of them. What was it like?"

"Look, kid, I don't have time to answer all your questions about Jedi-"

"That's fine!" the cadet told him. "I already know everything there is to know about the Jedi. I want to know more about your experience, specifically."

The muscles in Alpha's jaw flexed and you quickly interrupted. "What's your name?"

"Dogma, ma'am," the cadet told you, making an apologetic face. "I know names are against regulations, but my batchers won't stop calling me that. My designation is CT-4287."

“Nice to meet you, Dogma,” you said politely.

Dogma's cheeks darkened and he gave a tight nod. "You too, ma'am."

"Stop flirting with the poor boy," Alpha chided and you gaped at the captain. So much for trying to help him.

"Dogma, I'm sure Captain Alpha would love to answer any question you have," you told the young cadet, grinning triumphantly at Alpha.

"Wait," Alpha ordered, catching at your wrist before you could stand up. His hand was ridiculously huge and you found yourself shackled by his gentle grip. "You haven't finished eating."

You grinned wider at him, slipping your wrist out from between his fingers. "I'll take it with me. Have fun, you two!"

Dogma gave a half-hearted wave while Alpha glared.

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The rest of the afternoon was spent locked away in your office, working on the second major project you had to complete. Your concerns about the deadline were unfortunately proving correct. The icy grip of stress and fear were squeezing your heart, and you were honestly relieved when someone knocked on the door of your office.

“One moment!” you called to the unseen visitor, but they didn’t seem to hear you. Instead, they continued to pound on the door until you opened it. You were unsurprised to see Alpha on the other side, glowering down at you.

“You’re mean for a nat-born,” he grumbled, brushing you aside as he pushed into the office.

After letting the door slide closed once more, you followed him over to your desk and plopped down in your chair. Rather than sit in one of the chairs opposite you, Alpha leaned his hip against the side of your desk, much closer than you were comfortable with.

In a show of belligerence, you crossed your arms and lifted your chin as you replied, “Serves you right for being rude about my outfit.”

“I didn’t say anything bad about your clothes!” Alpha denied, befuddled.

“Yeah, well, you didn’t say anything nice about them, either,” you argued childishly, conveniently forgetting his half-compliment at lunch.

Alpha frowned. “You want me to… talk about clothing with you?”

Well. Put that way, it did sound a little silly. Of all of the things you were sure Alpha did well, deep discussions about fashion might be beyond him. Honestly, they might be beyond you, too. You sighed. “No, I don’t want you to talk about clothing with me, but I was trying to look nice today. I put a lot of effort into this.”

“I don’t understand why,” Alpha said. “You look… fine… every other day.”

“Fine,” you repeated dryly. “Thanks, I was going for fine.”

“I don’t understand what I did wrong.” You were able to hear the growing frustration in his voice. “What do you want me to do?”

“Maybe don’t act like I’m wearing a ballgown to work if I show up wearing a necklace!”

“What is a ballgown?”

You stared at Alpha, the simple question making your brain screech to a halt. It was like a chasm had opened between you, and it made you reconsider a few things. Since you had arrived on Kamino, you had treated the clone troopers as if they were people you might meet out in the galaxy, but that wasn’t exactly true. You still believed that they were people - of course you did - but you were only just coming to realize how different they were from anyone you had ever met. While the troopers shared their own experiences on Kamino and had been trained to be perfect soldiers by the time they shipped out, they were startlingly young by the standards of the rest of the galaxy.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter.” You fiddled with one of the many datapads littering your desk rather than meet Alpha’s intense gaze. “I am sorry for siccing Dogma on you, though.”

“You should be,” he growled. “He asked ten questions before I could shake him off. Ten!”

“Wow, that’s what? Five days worth of questions?” you teased.

“Five days for you,” Alpha told you seriously. “For anyone else, that’s more than I would ever answer.”

You were unreasonably touched by the reminder that Alpha let you learn things about him that no one else would ever know. Moved by a sudden surge of warmth for the ARC captain, you repeated your prior sentiment, but more fervently. “In that case, I honestly apologize for unleashing Dogma. If there’s anything I can do to make him back off, please let me know.”

Alpha’s stare was level and unwavering. “Yeah?”

“Of course,” you agreed immediately, not understanding what a wildly stupid idea that was. That was fine - you would learn… and it didn’t take long.

That night at dinner, Alpha came in and sat across from you, but instead of starting the meal in silence, he leaned across the table slightly to get your attention. Lowly, he asked, “Are you still willing to help me with Dogma?”

“Yes,” you agreed simply. “Do you have a plan?”

“Yeah. Flirt with me.”

You fought not to react visibly to that. Carefully keeping your face blank and your voice flat, you replied, “What.”

He leaned even closer, eyes lit with excitement. “I’ve been threatening and trying to alienate Dogma all day, but the only time he was uncomfortable was when you flirted with him.”

“I didn’t flirt with him!” you reminded him. “I just said it was nice to meet him.”

“Fine,” Alpha conceded. “We’ll just have to do better than that if we’re going to convince him to leave me alone.”

Abruptly feeling like this was the worst idea anyone had ever had, you tried to speak in your own defense. “Alpha, I don’t think this is a good idea-”

“You said you would help me,” he reminded firmly. “He’ll be here in a minute. I need your answer.”

Your heart was pounding, one of many warnings that this was a bad idea, but you nodded anyway. Alpha smiled - he actually smiled - and the expression looked menacing on his face. “Good.”

In a moment, he had circled the table to sit beside you, his huge frame making you feel ridiculously tiny in comparison. He wasn't wearing any armor at all now, and you could feel the heat of his skin through what little space there was between you.

You tried not to obviously tense as he spoke next to your ear. "There he is, get ready."

Impossibly, Alpha managed to get closer to you, tugging behind your knee slightly so that you were angled toward him. When he had finished posing you, Alpha’s large hand lifted to cradle your face. His fingers brushed over your cheekbone before trailing down to your jaw.

"My little neverd," he murmured to you, face filled with affection.

You didn't have to feign embarrassment at the warmth in his tone matched with the intense eye contact he was giving you. When you replied, you tried not to sound squeaky but only managed to sound shaky instead. "You know Mando'a is my weakness."

He laughed, a low chuckle that sent delicious chills running over your skin. “Why do you think I use it?”

“Alpha…” you chided, managing to sound mildly flirtatious.

“Come on, little one,” he urged you, voice velvet in a way you hadn’t known it could be. “Let’s go back to your- Ah, one moment, neverd. Dogma, sit down.”

You looked over to see Dogma standing at the other side of the table. You had never even noticed, your entire focus narrowed down to Alpha. Dogma looked as embarrassed as you felt. While you were focused on Dogma, Alpha’s arm snaked around you, pressing against your waist to pull you flush against his side. Your face flamed and Dogma glanced away.

“Sir, I- I’m sorry, I forgot I’m on duty tonight,” Dogma muttered, speaking so quickly it was difficult to understand him.

“Sorry to hear that, cadet,” Alpha replied gravely, flexing his fingers against your side. It made you push a little closer to him in reflex, the tip of your nose brushing the space under his jaw as you tried to look up at him. Alpha shivered, and you weren’t sure how much of the motion was acting. “Maybe later.”

Dogma gave an awkward nod and hurried off.

Alpha started laughing even before he let you go, his muscular chest shaking against your shoulder. After a moment that felt like it had stretched an hour, he pulled his arm back and slid away a bit. You immediately felt the loss of his closeness and suddenly you were horribly uncertain of what expression you were wearing. Just in case it said more than you wanted it to, you looked back at the entrance of the cafeteria.

“I feel bad,” you admitted.

"Don't," Alpha advised, looking toward the door as well. “He’ll be fine. He’s a good soldier, just a little…”

He trailed off, apparently content to let his thought stay incomplete. You glanced over to him with an eyebrow raised, but his eyes were fixed on the door. “You can see every access point in the room from here.”

“That is why I chose this spot,” you agreed.

“Switch with me tomorrow.”

“Not a chance,” you refused. “This is my spot.”

“Then I hope you like sitting next to me,” Alpha told you. Surprised, you laughed up at him and he met your eyes. “You know, I’ve never seen anyone blush on cue.”

“Hidden talent,” you explained vaguely. Alpha didn’t seem convinced, so you changed the subject. “What does neverd mean?”

“Civilian.”

You laughed before you could stop yourself. “Civilian? That’s what you used as a term of endearment?”

Alpha blinked blankly at you. “What’s wrong with it? You are a civilian.”

“Yes, but,” you thought over it for a second, “-it’s not very romantic. Usually, people say things like ‘dear’ or ‘sweetheart’.”

“How should I have known that?” Alpha asked.

It was the ballgown situation all over again, and more than you were willing to tackle that day. “Well, some warning before you want me to go undercover would be helpful.”

Alpha snorted. “How much warning do you need?”

You pretended to consider that for a moment. “Two business days, minimum.”

He frowned fiercely. “If you get two full days of warning, I expect more. I need you to show up in a disguise with three different accents ready.”

“Harsh terms,” you told him with a smile. “With those negotiation skills, you’d make a great senator."

Alpha gave you the darkest scowl you had ever seen him muster. “Watch it, neverd.”

Idly, you wondered if Alpha would protect you from himself, but the amused glimmer in his dark eyes told you it would be unnecessary.

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A/N - Pretty sure Broadside is wildly OOC, my bad. Also, sorry for the weird image for this chapter. I didn't really want the text bubbles in there, but I needed to keep Alpha's sassy hip lean.

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[jenstar1992-2]

✨Clones + Their name meanings pt.7✨

WOLFFE

* Wolffe is a variant spelling of Wolf, and is often used as a surname.

BROADSIDE

COMET

ENGLE

HOUND

*Not my gifs*

Part 6 -> Part 8

[mindofbooks]

So I’m writing a fanfiction and part of it is set during the clone wars and I’m wondering what you guys think on clone birthdays? Like do you think they celebrate birthdays? Do they even think of having birthdays? They may not celebrate them but I think it would be incredibly sweet if some Jedi actually remembered that it was there birthday. Would squads all share the same birthday? Do they choose the squads based on when they were born? 

[captain-loud]

So I've decided that I'm going to celebrate a Clone each day for as long as I can ( im prone to forgetting things so probably no every day but I'll try) so without further adue;

Today's Clone of The Day goes to Shadow Three, or as he's better known - Broadside, a veteran pilot and total champion 👌

[nothinglikethesimulations]

*the arm cross of disappointment*

Banter but you forget General Dad Koon is there

[starfireproductions]

Star Wars Speed Challenge 15: Jump

In 2017 I set myself an art challenge to do a Star Wars Clone Wars or Rebels picture each week and to do the projects as fast as I can. Challenges like this are a good way to push myself as an artist and choosing a subject I know so well makes it easier on the image and puts all the challenge into colours and layering.  Another request during my speed challenges of a Clone Pilot so I went for Y-Wing Pilot Broadside :) Full details can be found on my DA page here: https://www.deviantart.com/starfire-productions