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aliettali · 1 year ago

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I wanna know more about your clone ocs!

thank you so much for asking this you have opened the floodgates i am so sorry!

i have nine: tidbit, crypt, oops, flipside, sher, intel, three-two, pint, and dangle. i’ve only (officially) drawn crypt and tidbit so far, but i do have a sketch for oops that i’ll be putting in here as reference. it is also worth mentioning that only crypt and tidbit are actually alive - the others all died so they dont have as much lore!

everyone except tidbit (crypt + co) are batchmates. the large majority of them die before they can individualize so they don’t have many unique designs my bad! also they’re all relatively young- i’d like to think that they’re fresh out of kamino and get assigned to the 501st on umbara almost immediately. and that goes SPLENDID (all of them die except for crypt, who is left to deal with losing every single one of his batchmates within a single campaign)

putting things under a "keep reading" section because it gets pretty long

crypt ct-4342:

well he WAS going to be a medic and them umbara fucked him up so severely (physically and mentally) that he couldnt deal w the hypothetical consequences of having blood on his hands anymore

now hes a slicer (he goes back to get medic certified because he does want to save people but that’s a separate character arc)

honestly i signed him up for bad things happen bingo and he just has to deal with it

doesnt get a name until after umbara, chose it because a) encryption, slicing reference b) crypt -> grave -> his brothers never got one

facial/corneal scarring that holds his right eye slightly open+ some hearing loss that he makes up for with (unsanctioned) modifications to his bucket. outer arm scarring too because he shielded his head

tidbit ct-2719:

field medic ! hes also a little bitch but a) older and b) aware of concepts such as “emotional maturity” and “compartmentalization” so he’s doing ok

he and crypt hit it off pretty quickly because it took him exactly three whole days of being stationed w the 501st to sprain an ankle by doing a cartwheel on a sloped floor (dangle dared him to)... but he was polite and nice and compliant in the medbay which is rare

theyre the most brother figures to ever i love them dearly

anyway tidbit keeps his hair short because he got fed up w it getting in his face when leaning over people you know how it is. never plans on getting a tattoo because he’s seen too many people in the medbay with ink related infections for that to happen, settles for hair bs instead

got his name because he tells his patients random bullshit to distract them

mostly closed off bc he’s seen a lot of troopers die (he cares far too much and it’s becoming a problem) and if he can’t save them in time then it means he’s losing those he loves because of his own incompetence

oops ct-4748 (dies on umbara):

this motherfucker decided to catch an activated thermal detonator and tossed it back so late that he burnt his eyebrows off permanently (he also has burns on his hand but they wear gloves)

the only thing he said was “oops” so that’s his brand now

overall he was a pretty chill guy too bad he died saving crypt

(he dies draped on top of crypt, who wakes up half thinking that they’re back on kamino in a batch pile but nope! oops is dead sher is dead pint is dead three-two is dead he can only pray that dangle and intel are alright) (crypt gets up and casts oops off and has to leave him behind, stumbling through a veritable graveyard, almost blind in one eye and teary-eyed in the other, and almost gets shot when he finally finds more troopers) (they’re the 212th but its okay they're alive and okay) (he gets through the disguise clusterfuck and crypt races over to tidbit to ask about dangle and intel) (they’re dead and gone and he has never been so alone)

flipside ct-4344 (dies on umbara):

little bitch, got his name because he really hated the kamino bunk pillows and kept flipping them over to get at the cooler side (he just ran really hot for no reason)

dies in a classic krell “push forward no matter the consequences” maneuver- he's the first of the batch to die actually good for him

was probably the closest to straight up defecting out of everyone

sher ct-4190 (dies on umbara):

the calm normal guy, he and intel are probably the reasons the batch got off kamino in the first place

slightly longer hair than regulation - he wanted to grow it out into a ponytail but guess what happened

was an older brother out of necessity but the others realized how hard he was taking it whenever any of them did something reckless and got hurt as a result so they toned it down a bit

forces crypt to go on without him when he gets shot and subsequently dies alone

he was going to be a sniper bc he always had steady hands (his batchmates always asked him to cut their hair for them) (he was trembling when he died) (i think he was too kind to survive much longer than that anyway)

intel ct-4223 (dies on umbara):

REALLY focused on making plans, the second most responsible

“guys, please, what’s the plan? we have intel for this test, we just watched the other group take it-”

“you and your intel. i say our plan is to FUCK IT and BALL”

he and sher try really hard to manage the others. sadly kamino does not manufacture child leashes

gets killed on umbara like a good soldier who follows orders (krell tactics again)

he dies painfully aware of his own insignificance bc preciously he was driven by some hope that hey!!! if we get past this training/test/battle we won’t be forgotten but exactly three people end up remembering him as a person lmao (tidbit, crypt, rex)

i think he and dogma fucking hated each other

pint ct-4337 (dies on umbara):

the only one of them to have paint on their armor pre-umbara and thats through sheer bad luck - he walked into a room and kicked over a can of paint and got some of it on his boot toe

dies alongside intel

three-two ct-4332 (dies on umbara):

never chose a name, pretty withdrawn from the rest of his batch bc he, unfortunately, is hyperaware of his circumstances and what will happen to his brothers after the war

aggressively regulation haircut

as soon as intel and pint are killed in front of him he realizes that they might not matter in the long run but his brothers wormed their ways into his heart and now they're gone before he even chose a name. he didnt even get to tell them his name and they're dead (messes up and gets shot moments later)

dangle ct-4322 (dies on umbara):

suspiciously flexible, probably hypermobile, loved dangling (!) from the top bunk with his legs on the bed and his entire upper body just. hanging there

saw shaak ti do a sick jedi trick ONCE and decided that was his brand so he liked practicing cartwheels and splits and backbends in his spare time

they didnt have music (cant have shit on kamino) so he hummed his own and imagined dances to them

dies on umbara ft the clone eating plant thing because he was under the impression that crypt was just killed

#star wars tcw #tcw #the clone wars #clone trooper oc #clone trooper crypt #clone trooper tidbit #clone trooper oops #clone trooper flipside #clone trooper sher #clone trooper intel #clone trooper pint #clone trooper dangle #blast batch #lmao i care them #expect comics sometime #cer asked

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phantom-of-the-501st · 4 months ago

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So I can't work out if I hate this or not but here you go

This feels very different from the other fics I've written before. More supernatural vibes I guess? Still depressing tho. I seem to be incapable of writing happy fics.

But enjoy... whatever this is!

Tagging @saturn-sends-hugs and @inkstainedhandswithrings

Depths of Despair

Echo and Fives find themselves in a dire situation

CW: blood, violence

They just wouldn’t stop. Wave after wave after wave. Joints creaking, mouths gaping, hands grasping. Fives shook his arm as he felt another creature dig its fingers between the plastoid of his armour and into soft flesh. He had already determined from an alarming number of close encounters with these things that they didn’t have claws, but their nails were so ragged, and carved so deeply, that they may as well have done. Fives was fairly certain that he was bleeding under his blacks, but now was hardly the time to focus on that.

A blaster shot. The creature shrieked and crumpled to the floor, looking no less off-putting as a malformed heap on the ground than it had done when it was scrambling towards him just a few moments ago. Fives glanced sideways at his brother, who had gone back to fighting his own attackers after saving Fives from another close shave with death. If one thing was for certain, it was that he was glad to have his brother here with him. Suffice to say, without his brother having his back, he would have been toast more than once by now.

Although, if there was a second thing to be certain about in this very moment, it’s that they were both certainly going to be toast within the next few minutes unless a miracle happened, like these creatures dropping dead, or disappearing, or simply deciding that tearing two ARC troopers to ribbons was not nearly as fulfilling as they currently seem to think.

Simply put, they were done for.

Firing his blaster at anything that was within shooting distance, Fives inwardly cursed his superiors every which way he could. Rex and Cody had recruited the twins for a scouting mission, pitching a simple drop and search of an abandoned building in the middle of a wet, rotting forest. Admittedly, “abandoned building” and “wet, rotting forest” were two perfectly good reasons to have said no and to curl up in a bunk with a warm cup of caff instead. However, the two had insisted that it was fine, and that a commander, a captain, and two ARCS were more than capable of handling a mission where the worst of their worries would be wet socks and bug bites.

In comparison to the current situation, wet socks and bug bites sounded like an absolute dream.

The four had decided to split off into pairs in order to cover as much ground as possible, and for a for a while, nothing of note seemed to have appeared for the twins. The planet was exactly what you would expect for something covered in old, damp forests: wet, mulchy and rather gloomy. The smell wasn’t great either. A plethora of leaf litter meant that everything smelt like decomposing vegetation, and that smell clung to their clothes like a sad, mildewy fog. The building had definitely seen better days, with cracked tiles, window arches without any glass, and weeds sprouting from every crack they could squeeze through. And on top of all that, the air felt heavy. Not just because of the (frankly near-unbearable) humidity, but because the air almost seemed to thrum with energy. Fives wasn’t quite sure how to describe it other than the atmosphere seemed to vibrate at a low frequency that was starting to give him a headache, and the air felt dense enough to carve a knife through it. It wasn’t exactly paradise.

He and Echo were verging on turning back and finding the others to announce their rather lacklustre findings, when they had stumbled across an old atrium. Wide and circular, with a domed roof that seemed to have stayed far more in-tact than the rest of the building. There were no windows, so the only light filtering in was through the arches down the corridor they had just exited from, making it even more gloomy and depressing than everything else Fives had had to wander through up until now. It had seemed rather nondescript. Kind of cool (if you were into old, mouldy architecture) but non-descript, and Fives was ready to turn around and find somewhere dryer where he could put his feet up.

Or at least, that was the plan. The moment they turned around to head back the way they came, the ground had started to tremble. A low rumble that sent a strong vibration through Fives’ bones and made his already nagging headache twinge even more. Some of the floor had begun to move down and before they could fully comprehend what was happening, the twins had found themselves standing on a pillar of stone in the middle of a gaping chasm with absolutely no way to get back to the exit. Brilliant, thought Fives, this is just what we need.

Although, looking back on it, the initial confusion and annoyance was far better than what had come next. At first it had just been a whisper in the dark, a low hum at the bottom of the deep column of black around them. And then it started to get louder and louder, a series of shrieks and clicks and snarls that grew in volume and in number until gnarled hands started appearing over the edge of the platform. The place was clearly nowhere near as abandoned as they had originally thought.

And this was how the Domino Twins had found themselves fighting for their lives against hordes of… things that Fives wasn’t even sure how to describe. They were vicious: biting, tearing, clawing. It was starting to look rather dire. They didn’t seem to stop. As soon as one was taken down, another would appear from the dark, just as nasty as the one before. Exhaustion was starting to kick in, a deep ache that was dragging Fives down, making it harder and harder to keep fighting. Echo seemed to be fairing no better, looking just as bloody and beaten as he felt. Fives flailed as his foot skidded on a loose pebble behind him. His boot managed to find stable ground just a fraction of a second before he had to duck out of the way to avoid an outstretched hand that had almost gouged out his throat. He was really not looking forward to the fate that lay out before him. Being left in pieces, smelling like iron and mouldy leaves. Definitely not the hero’s ending he had imagined. And definitely not an ending he had imagined sharing with his twin. The Domino Twins. Live together, die together.

And get found by their superiors in a miserable heap together (assuming Rex and Cody hadn’t already met a similar fate. Fives was starting to hope that they had).

Fives felt sticky. Whether it was from sweat, or blood, or the general humidity, he wasn’t sure. Probably a combination of all three. His blacks were clinging to him uncomfortably and he could feel drips of moisture running into his eyes, making it harder to see the creatures attacking him. Fives grunted as he felt something shove him in the centre of his back and he whirled round to blast the monster, pushing the corpse off the precipice with his foot to take one of the living ones down the hole with it. He spun to take out another one that was gunning for his side and struggled to keep his footing as his boots slipped on the damp stone beneath him. There was no time to stop, to breathe, to take a break. The attack was relentless and Fives wasn’t sure how much he could take.

He heard Echo grunt beside him and glanced over to find that his brother had been knocked on his back, helmet cracking against the ground. Fives battled tirelessly to fend off the attackers gaining ground on his twin, who was trying to reorient himself as his head spun and black dots danced before his eyes. Fives’ watched Echo shake his head slightly before he lay, groaning, staring up at the ceiling above him. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. He started pushing himself up, only to flop back down, looking intently at the dome above him. Either that or he had fallen unconscious. Fives really hoped it wasn’t the latter.

“You with me, vod?” Fives yelled over the shrieks and growls of the creatures around them. “Echo? Are you with me?”

“The ceiling.” Echo wasn’t moving much and Fives was beginning to struggle even more with the number of things he was trying to fend off.

“What about the ceiling?” He grunted as he dodged another swipe at his head. “This is hardly the time to be admiring the construction work, Echo!”

“No. I mean, there’s something written on the ceiling. It’s hard to read though.”

“Okay, brilliant, someone decided to carve some words into a ceiling. I’m not exactly sure how that is helping us right now!” Another set of teeth came at him and he staggered as he tripped over his own feet trying to avoid it. “Are you able to get up? Are you injured?”

“Maybe.” Echo groaned. “Probably.” He began to shift slightly but showed no signs of picking himself up off the floor. His blaster was held in a trembling hand as he shot in the direction of a monster coming at him over the edge of the platform. This was hardly ideal. Fives was struggling hard and his brother couldn’t even bring himself into a sitting position. Hope was dwindling. And fast.

“There’s something strange written up there.”

“Kriff, Echo. Are you seriously still trying to read it? This isn’t helping! I don’t see how some nonsensical ramblings from some person who is probably long dead are going to get us out of this mess!” Fives could feel tears stinging at the corners of his eyes. They were going to die. This was it. Yes, Fives had been in a number of situations where he had questioned his own survival, it was part of the job, but this was different. This time it truly felt like it was over.

“It could be important!” Another grunt and another weak shot from Echo’s blaster. “This is obviously some kind of trap! What if the words can help us?”

“What sort of moron writes the escape plan to a death trap on the ceiling? Nobody! It’s pointless!”

“Okay, well maybe it’s not a trap then! Maybe it was a challenge of some sort!”

“The biggest challenge I have right now is trying to keep your sorry ass alive while you ramble on about ancient scribbles!” Fives fell as he was pushed again from behind. He scrambled up and skirted sideways to avoid stepping on his twin, who was still sprawled on the floor. Echo’s foot flew outwards as he kicked one of the creatures off the side and his arm swung out sideways to smash his blaster into the face of another.

“I’m telling you, there’s something there, Fives!”

“Stars, Echo, I don’t need this right now! Are you able to get up or are you going to lose consciousness on me!” Fives was starting to get desperate and it was making him snappy.

There was no response.

“Echo? Echo!” Panic ran through him like ice in his veins. “Are you okay, Vod? Oh kriff no, please stay with me.”

“I have it.” His brother’s voice sounded distant and weak.

“What?”

“I know how you can get out of this.” Well that was unexpected. Fives’ heart stuttered as his brother slowly began to push himself up off the ground, loosely waving his blaster at the never-ending tide of monsters.

“Really? How?”

“You’re not going to like it.”

“Okay, well this isn’t exactly an ideal situation here! I think anything would be better than this!” Fives strained against the deep ache in his bones and the pain that coursed through his muscles. “Wait… Did you say how I could get out?”

Echo refused to look at him, keeping his attention entirely on the creatures around him.

“You meant we, right? Like both of us? Because I’m not leaving you behind!” Still no response. “Echo!”

“We can’t get out of this. Not together.” Echo’s voice was hard and cold. That worried Fives. The only time his brother’s voice ever went like that was if it was bad news or if Echo wasn’t going to take any arguments. This felt like both and that terrified him.

“What do you mean, Echo?” Another dodge, another swipe, another groan of pain as Fives rolled out of the way of more blows. “What do you mean?”

“I’m going to get you out of this, okay?”

“Please, vod. I need you to stay with me here."

“Either one of us goes, or we both go. I’d rather you got out alive.”

Fives felt pain and anger course through him. “And you want me to leave you here to die? Are you insane? I can’t do that, Echo!"

“You have to”. Echo’s voice was still cold but there seemed to be an underlying weakness, like his throat had closed up and he was trying to swallow down his emotions. “I need to do this, Fives. You're my brother. I have to protect you.”

“But what about you? I’m supposed to be protecting you too!”

“You’ve done more than enough, Fives.” Echo stumbled over, fighting his way towards Fives. He grasped his brother’s shoulder and looked at him, eyes obscured by the scratched visor of his helmet. “I love you, you know that right?”

“Echo…” Fives’ voice trembled. “Please, vod. What are you doing? What are you doing!”

No response. Echo simply gave his shoulder one last squeeze before he turned and ran forward, grabbing two of the creatures in front of him, clinging to them as he dragged them along the platform.

And right over the edge.

“Echo!” Fives fought as hard as he could, pushing his way over bodies and through flailing arms and ragged nails. More monsters came, clambering over the edge, mouths wide open, strings of saliva hanging from their lips. But no Echo. Fives felt his heart clench and his eyes sting. He gasped and struggled, trying to fight his way to the precipice, to where his brother hadn’t returned.

Suddenly, everything went white. He felt a burning sensation behind the eyes as a bright light filled his vision. His breath came out staggered and uneven. His chest felt tight and sore.

“Fives? Fives can you hear me?” Fives felt cold.

“Come on, vod, come back to me.” The light began to fade and the atrium began to reform in front of him. He felt a cool presence along his back, hands resting on his arms. They were cold. He could feel it. But there was nothing there.

He could see himself fighting, moving, swinging and blasting and scrabbling to fight off the hoard. But he couldn’t feel it. He couldn’t feel himself moving, the strain of his muscles, the strength of his grip. He couldn’t feel himself moving. It was like someone was moving his limbs for him, puppeteering him.

“Come on, Fives. I need you to concentrate. Come back to me.”

Fives tried to focus. The voice. It sounded comforting. Familiar. It sounded like-

“Echo?"

“Heya, vod. You back with me yet?”

But Echo wasn’t here. He couldn’t see him. The invisible hands were still on him. The coolness was still there. He had to be dead right? This didn’t feel normal.

“Echo?” His voice was weak and trembling. He could still feel his body being moved even without him trying.

“Fives, I need you to focus alright? This isn’t going to work with just me controlling you. That wouldn’t be any better than us fighting individually.” The voice sounded like it was next to his ear, but not quite. Close but distant. Warm but cold. “You know what to do. Keep fighting and you can get you out of this. I can help you.”

Fives fought to come back to his senses. He felt the sting in his muscles as he swung his arm at an attacker. He felt the joints in his legs creak as he launched himself forward. And then he felt light. Each move felt easier and quicker. Each blow fell harder, each blast hit cleaner. He felt the cold grasp on his arm tighten, felt the coolness sharpen. Everything felt like a blur. Creatures shrieked and fell and tumbled and crumbled and collapsed. The floor became even slipper with blood but Fives kept going, kept pushing. Because he felt stronger, faster.

Like two people fighting in one body.

He doesn’t know how long it went on for, how long it lasted, but eventually, the tide began to dwindle. Fewer monsters came. Fewer claws grabbed at him. And then… they stopped. There were no more. Fives stood, breathing heavily, surrounded by bodies and drenched in sweat. It was over.

“You did good, vod. Well done.” We felt a ghostly hand squeeze his shoulder and then nothing.

He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see. The world came crashing down around him as he struggled for breath. He could feel the ground below him tremble again as the chasm began to rise up, as the floor sealed back into place, bringing everything back up with it. Every body, every broken and bent creature and…

And Echo.

Fives gasped and heaved. He wanted to throw up but he couldn’t. His body wouldn’t let him. His throat burned. His eyes watered. He wanted to look away but he couldn’t. He was frozen. It was too hot. He could feel himself burning. The sweat was running down him and he just couldn’t catch a breath. His ears rang and he felt so utterly and completely alone. The coldness was gone, the presence was gone. He felt heavy and drained and broken.

Echo was gone.

There were footsteps thundering down the hallway, but Fives couldn’t hear them. The sound of blood rushing in his ears was deafening. He still couldn’t look away.

Cody and Rex came barreling into the room and stopped.

Fives stood, gasping, panicking, scratched and bruised, surrounded by bodies and staring. Staring and staring and staring at the crumpled heap of blue white and red in front of him.

And then he screamed.

#this came out far longer than i intended #so oops!#not sure if I'm happy with this one #but i decided just to put it out here #i would have just talked myself into hating it more otherwise #i tend to write things focusing on echo more #so it was interesting being in fives' head insteas #everything still be angsty #star wars #the clone wars #the domino twins #echo and fives #echo #fives #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo

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