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ironmandeficiency · 5 years ago

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anatomy lesson

pairing: cody / reader, waxer / reader

word count: 2756

summary: cody and waxer go to retrieve you for a briefing and were concerned to find you still sleeping. even worse, you were in a pool of your own blood. (let the fluff ensue)

a/n: reader is 18+. i love the hc that most (if not all) non-medic clones have no idea what a menstrual cycle is and absolutely lose their shit upon first exposure (except for gree & the entirety of the 41st, they have their shit together but i digress)

when the calls came in from master plo and anakin and you still weren’t there in the briefing room, obi-wan was concerned. it was unlike you to oversleep when on duty, being ever punctual with your duties as a padawan and commander. he told you the night before the exact time you’d be needed for the briefing and you’ve never been late to a briefing ever since you joined him as his apprentice.

he caught cody’s attention with a slight wave and tried to dispel his worry. “cody, will you retrieve y/n from her quarters? she’ll be needed before the briefing.”

cody nodded, giving a brief response before leaving the room. “right away, sir.” he shared the general’s concern although no one would get him to admit the origins. cody knew there were days you were awake before he was, already preparing for the day with a mug of tea in hand. you had the same air about you as the general, a negotiator in the making. being late was an anomaly in your normal behavior, which meant to him that something must be happening.

that’s why his concern elevated to panic when you weren’t answering his (rather loud) knocking on the door to your quarters. “commander! y/n, are you alright?!” his fist pounded on the door with no response.

a couple brothers gathered around the spectacle, unsure why cody was so frazzled. “if you don’t answer me in the next five seconds i’m coming in!” more pounding, no answer. it was time to go in.

cody busted the external controls and the door swished open, his eyes quickly absorbing his surroundings. waxer followed cody in because this was an extremely strange series of events. why was cody busting into your quarters, and why was he so tense?

spotting your form lying still in your bunk, cody nearly fell on his face running the short distance towards you. he inspected you for a moment trying to see if there was a problem. cody was coming up short until waxer pointed to a pool of blood on the blankets, hands slightly shaking.

they carefully lifted the blankets covering you and nearly threw up. there was so much blood, more than should ever be out of a person that wasn’t dead, and here you were just laying in it without a problem!

wait, were you dead?!?! both of the troopers simultaneously reached for different pulse points, relieved when they felt a steady heartbeat. you weren’t dead yet.

waxer ran into the hallway and shouted for someone to retrieve a medic, his voice bordering on panic and ferocity.

“there’s no time! i’ll run her there while you notify general kenobi in the briefing room!” cody scooped you into his arms and sprinted toward the medbay, ignoring the shouts and worried looks he got from his vode. you were his only concern, and may the force help whoever got in his way.

waxer reached the briefing room in record time and if he wasn’t trained for combat, the running would have taken his breath from him. “general kenobi!”

obi-wan turned towards waxer’s shout in the doorway and was startled to see the man so frantic. the holo forms of master plo and anakin following obi-wan’s gaze to the trooper, looks of worry similar to obi-wan’s etched onto their faces.

“waxer, what’s wrong?”

“it’s the commander, sir! we found her in her bunk covered in blood, cody’s taking her to the medbay!”

the news pummeled the jedi with the force of a raging gundark. plo nodded for obi-wan to take his leave, anakin’s face was beginning to twist into something almost unidentifiable from worry.

obi-wan’s voice when he spoke was not the mellifluous cadence everyone knew him for; no, it was rough and pained and curt in an effort to shove away the lump forming in his throat. “we can finish this later. i’ll notify you both when i have more information.” he shut off the call with a harder than necessary press of a button and immediately followed waxer toward the medbay.

what could have possibly happened to you? you were in one of the most well-guarded and armed ships in the GAR and had the loyalty of the entire 212th behind you. why would anyone want to harm you, if that happens to be the case? obi-wan didn’t like the way waxer’s force signature burned, and making sure you were okay seemed to be the only thing that could ease the feeling.

you woke up… not in your bed, which was peculiar, but you were even more confused when you were moving. unsure as to why you were being jostled more than some unfortunate soul trying to tame a bantha, you take in your surroundings. you were still on the negotiator, and you were being carried? that would explain the movement.

coming into consciousness, you could easily distinguish cody as the one carrying you and the hard set of his jaw told you something was wrong.

“cody, what’s going on?” your voice was still grainy from sleep but cody had never heard anything so comforting.

cody seemed relieved to hear your voice but was ferocious in his reply. “what’s going on?! y/n, i found you unresponsive in a pool of your own blood! you’re headed straight for the medbay!”

oh no. no kriffing way.

you tried to move out of cody’s arms but the man had a vice grip on you. wriggling about could only get you so far when you were still trying to wake up completely and it showed by the way you weren’t able to free yourself from his arms. “will you stop moving?!” he shifted his hold slightly, making it even harder to escape. kriff.

“put me down, cody! this isn’t a concern for the med team!”

“like hell it isn’t! do you see how much blood you’re covered in?! i’m surprised you’re even conscious right now!”

he was still running and you were wishing for something, anything to happen to get him to put you down. but alas, cody was determined and did not put you down until it was on a cot in the medbay, aranar and a med droid immediately approaching you. “what’s wrong, commander?”

“i found her in a pool of blood and she’s trying to tell me it isn’t a concern!”

“cody, i-“

“someone tell me what’s happened!” you recognized the voice of your master immediately and you groaned, wishing the cot would somehow miraculously fly itself through the side of the shuttle and free you of this torment.

could this get any worse?

“master, i am perfectly okay! i haven’t been able to explain-“

obi-wan cut you off. “you most certainly are not okay! i was told you were found covered in blood! when is that ever a normal occurrence for anyone?!”

aranar, being far more medically inclined, soon discovered what the “problem” was. you sent him a scathing look that explicitly said “explain this to them now!” but aranar, being one to hold a grudge against jedi that didn’t report their injuries, shook his head with a grin. the smirk he sent your way told you everything you need to know, which was thus: you were on your own.

were you seriously going to have to give an anatomy lesson to everyone? apparently so.

you sighed before you began to explain the situation. “i’m suffering from what’s known as the menstrual cycle.” the word “suffer” seemed to raise some heads, some being nearly two entire squads. apparently word travels faster than you had thought.

your master’s face was almost blistering from the blush that had risen to his cheeks. you didn’t need your training bond to tell you that he was absolutely mortified (he was also quite relieved at the fact you weren’t about to die). he looked more like he got a sunburn on tatooine than was just embarrassed by failing to identify his padawan’s menstrual cycle. he left the room quickly, knowing that he didn’t exactly leave his fellow jedi on a promising note.

you turned back to the growing cluster of clone troopers surrounding you, making quick work to reassure the worried gaggle of clones that it wasn’t deadly. “it’s a completely normal thing, don’t worry. every month or so, my body naturally builds a lining in my uterus to prepare for a pregnancy. if i don’t get pregnant, my body sheds the lining out through vaginal bleeding.”

there was a brief silence as the men processed the information. it was gruesome in their opinions, the way women were able to do everything men could do and be actual growth tanks for other creatures.

“so the blood,” cody began with understandable hesitation, “was just lining that you’d need to carry a child? you’re not going to pass out from blood loss when it happens?”

“does it hurt?” waxer was concerned, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it.

“you’re not dyin’ on us or anything, are you sir?” jester’s playful tone disguised a deeper fear quite well and would have fooled you if you weren’t a jedi.

you decided to answer the most pressing question first, a soft smile on your face at the worry in his tone. “no jester, i’m not dying anytime soon.”

you probably should have (or had someone else) explain this to them earlier, but you never thought it’d become a problem. it was relatively easy to hide the cycle from your men prior to now and they had never seemed to pick up on any changes that coincide with your cycle, so you just kept on with your routine.

but since you were here, you might as well tell them everything to watch out for. “sometimes it does hurt like a bitch, not gonna lie. i can get stomach cramps and my muscles will be sore for a while, and i’m a bit more sensitive to touch than normal.”

the men in front of you nodded in understanding. “are there any other symptoms we should know about, commander?” boil’s question seemed to be on the minds of the several men around you. aranar had taken to shooing out the ones farther away because he was starting to feel claustrophobic, hating the way he could barely move about the medbay without bumping into someone.

“nothing too drastic, just appetite changes and some changes in mood.” they looked to aranar and when their brother nodded his agreement, their shoulders released the collaborative tension in all of their shoulders. you could feel their worry dissipate into the force, satisfied that you were, in fact, perfectly fine. “now i thank you all for your concern, but i would really appreciate some privacy so i could change out of these clothes.”

several of the men filed out, thinning the crowd the same as aranar had until you were left with cody, waxer, and jester. the latter took his leave once he got a quick hug from you and more reassurance that you were completely fine and there was no reason to fuss.

waxer took jester’s spot seconds later, a set of blacks in hand. “i hope these will suffice for now, commander. at least until you’re able to get to your quarters and into something more comfortable for you.” he extended them towards you gently, and there was even a pair of boots included. you knew as well as he did that they wouldn’t properly fit you but the sentiment behind giving you these was no less strong. in mando’an tradition, sharing armor with someone was one of the highest forms of trust and affection one could show and you were reeling from the implications.

(what you didn’t notice was the gleam in cody’s eye and the way waxer looked to his ori’vod for reassurance. it wasn’t like you would have known what the look was about, but seeing as you didn’t know it happened in the first place, there was nothing to speculate.)

you took the blacks from him with a soft smile. “these are extremely appreciated, waxer. thank you.” you swung your legs over the bed and walked towards him, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. if you weren’t mistaken, he softly hummed and leaned into your hand like a tooka getting scratched under the chin.

“would you like to get breakfast with us, commander?” cody questioned, a hopeful gleam in his eye.

you weren’t going to refuse in the first place, but your stomach wanted to guarantee a trip to the mess with the men in front of you with a growl. the men grinned at the noise (well, the way you looked down to hide your face afterward) and you nodded your agreement. “give me just a moment to get cleaned up and i’ll gladly go with you.”

they nod and tell you they’ll wait up outside before leaving you alone.

thank the stars there was a private ‘fresher in the room you were in. you were quickly out of your bloodied nightwear and once you were clean and armed with a tampon to plug the leak, you grabbed the blacks from their neatly folded pile.

you’ve carried sets of blacks before, but these felt strangely lighter. almost all sets of blacks were made the same because everyone that wore them had nearly identical measurements. personal modifications were near obsolete, exceptions being made for clones that were granted prosthetics instead of decommissioning (at the cursed d-word you quickly pulled your thoughts back; you and your master both had numerous issues with the treatment of your men, and your current emotional vulnerability would do nothing but cause trouble).

you started with the pants. when you got both legs in, you were shocked. why were they so snug? you knew for a fact that you didn’t have the same measurements as your men, and yet… the pants fit like a glove. a perfectly-fitting glove.

maybe you were imagining this. you had to be. the moment you emerged from the room, you’d be able to flap about in the outfit like a young padawan wearing their master’s robes. cody and waxer would laugh and smile, one of them probably daring you to eat breakfast in the blacks (which you would take them up on without hesitation).

but then the shirt fit just as well, if not better, than the pants. that couldn’t be! your chests were completely different! you had boobs, for kriff’s sake! the size of your bust was inconsequential, it was the fact that blacks were made to fit the clones, who didn’t have boobs last time you saw one. what could possibly explain it?

as you let your thoughts roam, you slid the boots on and realized with a start that holy shit these are my size. and if the boots are my size, then that means…

you were given a custom set of blacks.

they saw you as one of their own, their vod. you were their highly respected jedi commander, but you were also family. every member of the 212th knew that you’d put your life on the line for them (despite it being the opposite of what they wanted in battle) just the same as they would for you. the gesture was one of deepest sincerity and camaraderie, if that word was even strong enough to define the feeling.

“waxer! cody!” you called for them to come in. you could feel your throat getting blocked by the overwhelming love you felt right then, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

the two burst in, worried something actually did happen this time. then they noticed you were decked out in your new blacks with watery eyes and a wide grin on your face.

“you fit right in, y/- oof!”

cody’s teasing was cut off by you nearly taking him to the ground with a hug, arms wrapping tight around him. you let go after a moment and brought waxer in too, letting yourself be encased in the light and happiness and safety being spread through the force. a gentle hand came to rest at the back of your head, and another rubbed your back soothingly.

“i take it you won’t need to change before heading to the mess?” waxer’s smile was heard in his softly teasing words, and it made your heart sing.

“you bet your ass i won’t. now let’s go, i’m starving.” you untangled yourself from the embrace of the men in front of you before letting them escort you to breakfast.

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teletraan-meets-jarvis · 4 years ago

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Monster - Part 2

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Characters: Commander Fox (Main), Commander Wolffe, Commander Cody, Captain Rex, Commander Stone, Corrie Medic Triage (OC).

Summary: Fox deals with the aftermath of his actions, unsure as to whether his brothers can forgive him.

Warnings: 16+, swearing, mentions of death.

Word Count: 3.5k

Part 1 here

Author’s Notes: I've been agonising over this chapter for far longer than necessary so please take it from me. Hopefully it's not complete gibberish. Feedback is appreciated as always, it's my first time writing such prominent clones all as proper characters in a fic so would be great to know what went well and where I can improve! This fic ends with this chapter but the ending leaves it open for imagination, if anyone has any cool thoughts for what may happen my inbox is always open to discuss further! Fic is below the cut, enjoy 😊.

When Fox next came around he was on the cheap sofa in his office. The rigid object making his back stiff, he must’ve been out for a while. He groaned as he attempted to sit up. He felt weak, his entire body sore and sensitive as he shuffled about.

“Welcome back, sunshine.” Stone greeted him while Triage appeared and started poking at him. Stone must’ve relieved Thorn from Fox babysitting duty. The thought made the Commander groan.

“How you feeling, boss?” The medic questioned as he started shining a small light into his eyes.

“Shit” he replied truthfully. “What happened?”

“You had a breakdown, a bad one.” The matter-of-fact bedside manner of the Guard’s chief medical officer was something Fox usually favoured, except when he was on the receiving end of it of course.

“Oh”

“It’s lucky Thorn found you when he did.” Triage chided while tapping away at his Datapad. His clean-shaven face focused as he went about the task. “You’ve got a visitor by the way”

“Hey vod” the gruff voice was followed by an even gruffer Commander strolling into view. What was Wolffe doing here?

“Thorn called.” Hm apparently he’d asked his question aloud.

Fox hadn’t seen Wolffe in months, he was always away on missions and rarely got down time when his Jedi had to return to Coruscant. His scar still stood out prominently against his tanned skin, but it looked better each time he saw him again, like it was slowly settling in to being a part of him. His armour was tattered, the grey paint scratched and chipped while the white plastoid was covered in the dirt of battle.

“Well I’m fi-“

“Don’t try it mir’sheb. I know what happened.” Fox flinched. Wolffe’s tone was flat when he spoke, his face unreadable and despite being one of the eldest of their batch, Fox felt very vulnerable under his little brother’s gaze.

As cadets and during command training, their batch had always been close, but Fox could confidently call Wolffe his best friend out of the lot. Their competitive nature pushed them to always be the best, their dry humour so cutting that only the other could truly understand it for what it was. Both of them were blunt, but over the years, the war had moulded them slightly differently. Where Fox was hardened and distant from his time on Coruscant, surprisingly, some of Wolffe’s ragged edges to his personality had softened. Not really noticeable if you didn’t know him from before, but Fox chalked it up to the friendship and mentoring of his wise Jedi and also his position as a Commander. Wolffe had lost his entire battalion early on in the war and Fox had held his heartbroken vodas he swore he would never let anything come between him and his men ever again. From that point on, Wolffe had gotten to know each member of his squad personally, always ensuring that they knew that despite his hard exterior, he’d always be there for them if they needed it.

Despite all this and how well Fox knew his brother, all that knowledge was doing nothing for him in his current situation. Wolffe knew that he’d killed another clone, yet he hadn’t lashed out yet. Was he just waiting until they were alone? The tension in the air threatening to smother them with each second that passed. Fox wasn’t ready for this conversation.

“We’ll give you two some privacy.” Triage announced before dragging a worried looking Stone out behind him.

Fox didn’t say anything, he just waited for the onslaught from his younger brother. He was sporting his signature frown which could mean a hundred different things.

“Before we even get into this, I just need you to know that we don’t hate you, Fox. We’ll always love you, you di’kut.” Wolffe’s voice finally carried some emotion now that they were alone. It held a mixture of things, brotherly frustration at Fox’s self-loathing, a fear for finding out things he might not want the answer to and the smallest twinge of betrayal for what Fox had done. But among the rest of it, among the words said, there was love. Fox huffed out a humourless laugh.

“Beats me as to why”

“We’re family. We don’t need a reason. We’re stuck with each other, whether you like it or not.”

Silence lingered between them as Fox finally found the courage to speak about the elephant in the room.

“I don’t know why I did it. I didn’t mean to.” His voice was faint, almost like if he said it any louder it’d all be real.

“I know ori’vod”

Fox finally launched into an explanation of what happened. His chest constricting further and further, threatening to rob his body of air as he pushed himself to get the story out. His hands shook in fear of what his closest brother would think of him, of what he’d done. Wolffe hadn’t spoken during the entire story, resigned to just watching him from his perch on his desk. Fox was panicking.

After what felt like the longest silence of Fox’s life, the younger Commander exhaled roughly, his bare hands rubbing at his scar out of habit as he processed the information. “You told Rex this?” Fox was shocked that out of everything to ask, that that was his question. The Guard Commander shook his head.

“Well, we better get him over here” Fox jumped out of his seat and placed a hand over his brother’s comm link.

“Kriff Wolffe, the poor guy has suffered enough. Last thing he needs is me begging for forgiveness for something he can’t forgive. I killed one of our own, one of his last few best friends. He hates me. And I really don’t blame him.”

“Maybe so, but he deserves to hear the truth from you. Whether or not he believes it is up to him.” Reluctantly, he let his arm go and stalked back over to the sofa. “I’ll comm Cody, he’s over there with him now.”

“Didn’t realise you were both planet side.” Fox grunted out, he could really do with some caff, his body was exhausted.

“The 104th were on their way back since Plo had some Jedi stuff to do, we touched down this afternoon. As for the 212th, they finished their last mission and once they heard about everything that’d been going on, General Kenobi requested they come back to help out. Though I have a feeling that was Cody wanting to check in on Rex.”

Fox wanted to ask how Rex was, but the searing guilt that burned in his chest couldn’t bear to ask the question. So he decided to check on some people who potentially hated him a smidge less, only a smidge though.

“Have you heard from the others?”

Wolffe nodded and went on to tell him about what the rest of their batch had been up to. Gree had recently been assigned to General Yoda, who he was absolutely terrified of. Fox didn’t blame him, the Jedi was extremely powerful for someone so pint sized, he’d also heard that he had a wicked sense of humour which would definitely stress Gree out, much to the amusement to the rest of his batch. Ponds was getting on nicely with Mace, they’d recently had a successful campaign near the outer rim and were due back on Coruscant soon. The eldest of their batch, Bly, was doing well too. Apparently Wolffe thought he had the hots for his General as Bly apparently refused to shut up about how amazing and strong and caring she was. Fox wasn’t sure if he was messing with him or not, but the thought brought a small smile to his face nonetheless. Trust Bly to fall in love with his Jedi General.

“What about you? How’s life in the Corrie Guard?” Wolffe asked.

Where could he even begin. Fox never offloaded about his problems onto anyone, except maybe his fellow Commanders in the Guard who he shared the burden with. Wolffe wouldn’t understand. A part of him also wanted to be the dutiful big brother and not place any worries or fears onto his vod’ika.

“Not much to report, same as always” he wasn’t lying at least. It was easier this way, for them not to know. They could keep thinking he was safe away from the battlefield. Their hopes in this war were already pretty low, they didn’t need to know about the horrors that lurked away, hidden among the senate corridors and the low levels of Coruscant.

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Anxiety gripped at Fox’s chest as he paced a hole into his metal office floor. Waiting for Cody and Rex made him feel as if he was waiting for a death sentence. He thought of all the ways he could potentially escape but he knew Wolffe would be all over him. The 104th Commander always was a fan of tough love and things didn’t get tougher than this.

There was a slight commotion outside which pulled the both of them to attention.

Rex came storming in, his face set like stone, an angry frown marring his features and deepening the creases in his forehead. Once he set his sights on Fox nothing could deter him. “Rex, wait!” Wolffe shouted but he couldn’t stop him in time. Rex’s fist slammed into Fox’s nose with a sickening crack, sending the Commander sprawling backwards, catching himself on his desk as his nose started gushing blood.

Cody ran in from nowhere and locked Rex’s arms behind his back, trying to calm their little brother. “Rex, will you just listen to him.” He shouted down his ear while Fox recovered from the blow, cradling his now broken nose as Wolffe came to his side to help him back up.

“Why? Why should I listen? He didn’t listen to Fives!” Rex screamed back as he writhed in Cody’s arms. His words cut into Fox, making him grimace.

“I know. I’m so sorry, Rex.” Fox apologised with a burning sincerity, but it only deepened the frown on Rex’s face.

“I don’t want your apologies.” The Captain shouted back, gone was his usual professional composure. Right now he was a broken man who’d lost one of the last few people he’d let get close to him. There was no rank in this room right now, they were just a group of hurting vod, trying to pick up the pieces.

Rex spat his words out at Fox with a look that could kill, he probably wanted it to. He looked like he wanted Fox to hurt as much as he was right now. “Maker, I know Palpatine had you wrapped around his finger, I just didn’t realise how much.” Ouch.

“Rex” Cody reprimanded, his Marshall Commander voice coming out as he tried to defuse the situation. The Captain’s face was still masked in hurt and anger, but he did back down slightly after his verbal blow. “The past couple days has been hard for you vod, we know that and we’re here for you. But we wouldn’t be asking you to listen to Fox right now if we didn’t think it was worth it. Please, just give him a chance.” Once he finished, he nodded at Fox to signal him to get started. He took a deep breath and readied himself to try and explain the unexplainable.

“I know it sounds ridiculous but what happened back there, It wasn’t me” he started, and Rex just scoffed, still struggling against Cody’s hold. “Look, I can’t explain it. But I set that gun to stun, I swear to you, Rex. I know you all think I’m some cold, order-following droid but I would’ve brought him… I would’ve brought Fives, in for questioning. You- you have to believe me.” Fox pleaded, blood still trickling down his face from his broken nose. He wasn’t their usual, sarcastic, caffeine deprived big brother. No, Fox was a complete mess as he tried to reason with Rex. He couldn’t bare his brothers thinking that he did this willingly, that he’d turn on his own kind with just a simple order.

“What do you mean it wasn’t you?” Rex’s gaze was still unsure, but he’d never seen Fox like this before. He looked desperate, much like Fives had.

“I- I blacked out. One minute we were moving in and as soon as I saw Fives, and I know this sounds crazy, it’s like something else took over. I was just watching from the sidelines.” Fox gave an exasperated sigh as he tried to explain himself.

“Like something was controlling you?” Rex asked, the cogs in his brain turning as he waited for a reply. Fox just gave an ashamed nod and dreaded realisation dawned on Rex’s face.

“Maybe Fives wasn’t crazy” he said it as barely a whisper but with the silence in the room they all managed to hear it.

“What do you mean?” Cody questioned as he finally let his vod’ika go, content that he wasn’t going to assault the Guard Commander further. Rex used the freedom to go and lock the door to Fox’s office.

“What I’m about to say doesn’t leave this room, understand? No one can know, not our vode, not your Jedi, nobody.” The three of them nodded.

“Before he died, Fives was trying to explain what was going on to General Skywalker and me, he said that there’s something in our heads that could make us do whatever someone wanted… Even kill the Jedi.” Wolffe and Cody’s eyes widened at the thought, finding it impossible to even comprehend hurting their Generals who they cared for deeply.

“And if, if, he’s right about that, well, he said the Chancellor is in on the whole thing. That he set him up. And as insane as it sounds, that could explain why he sent Fox, of all people, to hunt him down.” Rex finally spared him a glance that wasn’t filled with complete hate, there was a slight bit of pity in for good measure instead.

“You’re saying that the Chancellor has some sort of control over me?” Fox replied. The colour draining from his face as he considered the option.

“I’m saying… it’s a possibility. After seeing what happened with Tup, what you’re saying happened to you doesn’t seem far off. He had no idea why he killed General Tiplar. Said he didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“Okay hold on, so you’re trying to tell us that Fives uncovered a plot by the Chancellor which involves all of the clones having something in their heads which allows them to be controlled, with the likely purpose of it being to kill the Jedi?” Wolffe asked with the hopes that he might wake up from this weird dream he found himself in.

“Pretty much” Rex replied.

“Ozik” Cody cursed. “And you believe him? Fives? You sure he didn’t just lose it?” The Marshal Commander needed this final confirmation from his brother.

“I-” Rex exhaled and dragged a gloved hand down his face “I think I do. I wasn’t sure before but with what Fox is saying, it’s all a bit too much of a coincidence. I believe him enough to at least look into what he was talking about. He wouldn’t have risked everything he did for nothing.”

Fox tried to keep breathing as the conversation went on. Controlled. A plot to kill the Jedi. Maker this was too much. Surely they had to be wrong. But then he remembered his shit show of a life, the things that the chancellor made him do, things he’d never do willingly if he had the choice like a true sentient being. Maybe it wasn’t such a faraway reality. He repressed the shiver that threatened his body.

“You do realise we’ll get executed on the spot if we’re found looking into this. This is treason. If what you’re saying is true, then it sounds like they went to some pretty serious lengths to keep Fives from outing them.” Wolffe added, ever the pessimist. Not that Fox blamed him, they were moving into dangerous territory with this talk.

“You three can walk away, but I owe this to Fives and Tup.” Rex said, conviction written all over his face.

“I’m in” Fox announced as he wiped most of the blood away from his nose and mouth. The ache from his broken nose setting in as the adrenaline from his and Rex’s confrontation started wearing off.

Wolffe and Cody shared a glance, a silent conversation taking place between the two of them. They both shared strong bonds with their Jedi in different ways, they wanted to do everything in their power to protect them, but could they keep this a secret for long enough? Obi-Wan and Plo were very in touch with their Commander’s emotions. There was a chance they’ll figure out something was up sooner than they’d like. They would just have to work fast. Cody nodded at Wolffe, and the decision was made.

“We’re in too” Wolffe confirmed. “I don’t want any more of our brothers to die if we can help it.”

“What about Skywalker? He was with you and Fives, do we at least have him on side?” Cody asked and Rex pulled a disappointed face.

“As soon as Fives mentioned the Chancellor being involved, Anakin wrote the whole thing off… It’s just us.”

“We can work with that” Cody comforted with a hand on his little brother’s shoulder and a small smile. The Commander’s comm link started chirping and he gave them all a sorry look. “It’s the General, I better take this and head back. But we’ll catch up later.”

“79’s?” Wolffe offered. Despite none of them fancying a night out, there was no better place to get privacy than a noisy bar filled with identical faces. Cody nodded and quickly departed.

Eventually they had to call Triage back to deal with Fox’s nose. He’d done well to hide the pain during the chat between the four of them, but it had quickly started to take over his thoughts. Thankfully his CMO came armed with pain stims and for once, Fox didn’t get absolutely ripped into by the medic as this injury wasn’t a result of his own stupidity. Well, to be fair, he was sure that assessment was up for debate, especially from Rex who was talking quietly with Wolffe around Fox’s desk.

Fox poked at the metal brace and bandages on his nose, the Bacta patch under it was a squishy texture. Triage knocked his hand away like a parent would a child who was reaching for the last cookie. “Don’t touch it” he warned, and Fox moved his hands back down to his side. “Given our accelerated cell regen and the Bacta patch, you should be good to wear your helmet again by tomorrow” Fox gave his thanks to the medic by clasping his wrist in a handshake before he was left alone with his vode again.

Wolffe conveniently dipped out to use the fresher, leaving Rex and Fox alone for the first time since the incident. Fox’s heart rate sped up as he thought about it, the scenes of Fives’ death playing over and over again in his head like a horror film on repeat. That look on Rex’s face when their eyes met over Fives’ body, seared into his brain as a constant reminder of what he did.

They stared at each other from across the room, Fox was still sat on his cheap, rock solid couch while Rex was stood by his desk.

Fox couldn’t hold the eye contact; he broke it off and shifted his gaze to his hands.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me. It’s not what I’m asking for, you're well within your rights to hate me. But I just want you to know that I wouldn’t hurt you like this willingly. It’s the last thing I’d ever want.” Fox broke the silence. Still not brave enough to meet Rex’s eyes, to see the disappointment and betrayal which would likely be waiting for him.

He heard some shuffling and the couch sink down slightly beside him. He dared a look over and saw Rex’s scratched leg armour.

“I don’t hate you, Fox. I know you were put in a tough situation. I know I like to think I would’ve handled it differently, but truth be told, I don’t know what could’ve happened if Fives didn't put us in that ray shield. And while I don’t want to think about it, I have a feeling someone would’ve got to him eventually. It was inevitable.” He paused and took a shuddering breath. “I just… I just need a bit of time.”

“I appreciate that, take all the time you need.” They both shared a small smile, content that they’d get past this together. There was light on the other side of this dark tunnel.

Rex really did care about Fox; he’d always looked up to him over the years. He remembers the small stuff, the words of encouragement when a training simulator went wrong, the proud look on his face when he got promoted to Captain, the many nights of drinking Thire’s rocket-fuel moonshine in Fox’s office when Rex needed to escape from the war for a few hours.

They’d be fine, time was always the best healer. Fox just hoped that they had enough time left.

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AND THE WINNER IS OBIVENTRESS HATEFUCK EXTRAVAGANZA, RING DING DING NOW CATCH YOUR PRIZE!! (REPOSTING BC TUMBLR IS A DICK AND DIDN’T ADD THE CUT AND MADE A NEVER-ENDING LONG ASS POST! SCREW YOU, TUMBLR!)

Ship: Obi-Wan/Ventress

Warnings: Could be read as dubcon if you squint, read at your own discretion, don’t like don’t read blah blah blah

Tags: force-choking, choking, rough sex, hate sex, oral sex, dominant Ventress, submissive Obi-Wan, kissing, blood, biting, scratching, piercings, virgin!Obi-Wan, as in “never boned anyone but yea he jerks off on occasion”, humiliation, teasing, kind of a slowburn, scar kink, humiliation kink, awkward aftermath

Obi-Wan sighed out in relief.

Ventress escaping the force-binding handcuffs with which she had been secured in the aftermath of a strenuous battle between the Sith commander and the Jedi general and then attacking Obi-Wan mid-flight as he prepared to leave the force-forsaken outer rim planet where they had been fighting, thus forcing him into a poor landing that had cost the ship’s left wing and effectively trapping them there until rescue arrived was no reason to sigh out in relief, of course

The alternative seemed much worse than a broken wing on his ship, so “trapped in a ship with an angry, murderous sith” would have to do for now.

Obi-Wan quickly flicked a few levers to have the coolant systems wash over the engines, shutting off anything that wasn’t strictly vital for now so that engine and shit wouldn’t make matters worse by catching fire. Such a quick response to crashes had been acquired after the many years of traveling alongside Anakin having the apprentice as their pilot. Obi-Wan was almost glad Anakin wasn’t there to see this – he had to give the impression of not being foolish enough to leave someone like Ventress out of sight.

Obi-Wan stood up from his seat, rolling his still stiff neck over his shoulder.

“Now here’s a puzzling thought: was the whiplash of the abrupt landing the reason my neck is aching, or was it your attempt to choke me in the pilot seat?”

The impact had made Ventress lose balance, and she was still trying to get up to her feet as Obi-Wan calmly walked towards her, watching the nightsister look up at him with her clear eyes that shimmered with hatred.

The emergency red lights bathed the two solitary occupants of the now dented and scraped ship, which – Obi-Wan noticed with relief, momentarily looking out one of the narrow windows– had finally ceased to smoke for good.

The red that spread over Ventress’ chalk-pale skin made her dathomirian features more evident, the tattoos on her bald head almost disappearing from sight. She placed one knee on the floor and seemed ready to pounce like a cat, the Force energy in her displaying a sheer aggressiveness that was impossible to miss.

Obi-Wan stared down at her, his own presence in the force much calmer, but still attentive, wary. The red light also shone beautifully over his brown hair and beard, highlighting the few red hairs here and there. It gave an interesting reflection to his blue eyes, that would almost resemble a sith’s if there wasn’t such unbreakable kindness in them. Many men would’ve slain Ventress at this point of the war, for all the suffering she’d brought to the Republic by this point. Many Jedi, even. Who could say that killing her wouldn’t be a blessing to the universe?

But there was Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Negotiator. Kind in the same measure he was skilled. He wouldn’t employ violence unless absolutely necessary. And that was his mistake, Ventress thought with a smile that was all teeth, shifting her foot on the ground, force in her coiling up like a snake.

“Don’t-” Obi-Wan tried to warn, but in the very next second, Ventress was pouncing on him

Obi-Wan landed on the floor hard and kriff, his neck still hurt. There was little time to think, and he blocked a punch from Ventress with his forearm, shifting under her and quickly kneeing her in the gut. Ventress winced but pinned him down still, curling her fingers with a vicious look in her eyes; Obi-wan felt the constricting pain in his neck, she was trying to choke him again, and the Jedi gave her a strong shove with the force as well, enough to push her off of him and half a meter across the floor, effectively breaking her concentration and allowing him to breathe properly. Ventress scrambled back to her feet but as she stalked forward, Obi-Wan reached for his lightsaber pointing the threatening hilt to the sith.

“Don’t.” he repeated himself, more sharply this time “I’ve had enough of dancing with you for today, Ventress.”

Ventress stopped at the exact distance the lightsaber’s blade would take should the jedi decide to ignite it.

“Well, I haven’t.” she replied in her smooth, silky voice; there was a hint of mock-disappointment to it “Don’t you know a gentleman should not leave a lady craving for more?”

It was always like this. Cody and his men… Kriff, Anakin himself had mentioned more than once that the ongoing banter between Obi-Wan and Ventress during their battles often made them look like lovers, or at the very least, ex-lovers.

“Well, I apologize” Obi-Wan said, reaching for the spare handcuffs on his belt and slowly walking closer to Ventress “But it appears this time I will have to leave you unsatisfied. Now why don’t you behave and turn your back to me so that I can adorn you with these gorgeous bracelets? Behave now – I’ve already sent a distress signal to the Republic, and soon the other will be here.”

Ventress’ eyes kept narrowing until her pupils were black slits lost in a sea of pale blue. Her pale hand moved to her robes, to the window that displayed her chest, tugging it down so it would be low enough to give a view of her cleavage, and the small device clipped to the inside of her robes.

“I called some help myself as well.” she offered him a lopsided grin “You really should do a more thorough search of your prisoners if you don’t want them to carry comms on them.”

Obi-Wan set his jaw. He hadn’t thought of that. For a moment, though, his thoughts strayed from the possible incoming separatist reinforcements and lingered on the sight of Ventress’ careless display of her figure. She unhooked her finger from her shirt with a wider grin.

“Strange feeling in the force, my dear Obi-Wan. If I didn’t know you well enough, I would say you feel… disturbed.”

Obi-Wan swallowed down, fixing his stance and drawing a deep breath that absolutely did not clear the sight of Ventress from his mind.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Ventress grin was sharp, and her eyes trailed from Obi-Wan’s boots to his tensed up face as she took a few slow, calculated steps towards him.

“Oh, I think you do.”

Ventress dashed forward and by the time Obi-Wan had ignited his lightsaber she had slammed his wrist against the wall. The blade cut through the ceiling above them, sending small bits of durasteel cascading over the two of them and drawing a burning trail over the material as Obi-Wan still tried to regain his grip on the weapon. Ventress slammed his arm against the wall again, free hand pressing the Jedi’s face against the wall as she did. On the third attempt, she managed to push Obi-Wan’s hand against the window’s plastisteel, punching a crack on it with a well-driven force blow. The next slam of Obi-Wan’s hand against it sent the Jedi’s weapon flying out of the window and over the thick layer of snow outside, and Obi-Wan’s hand was cut in the sharp cracked plastisteel that still remained attached to the frame.

That made things easier for Ventress – she might have no idea where Kenobi had hidden her sabers, but now Kenobi himself was unarmed as well.

Obi-Wan looked at Ventress with mild annoyance, like she had spilled his cup of caff, not just tossed out his weapon out of a window while they were both stranded in the middle of nowhere both waiting for backup. He pushed her away sharply, hissing at the pain in his hand as he clutched it in order to assess the damage.

“Very clever. Now what? Do you want to keep fighting pointlessly until my men arrive and we can arrest you again?”

Ventress stretched her neck muscles, and if she had eyebrows, she would be raising one.

“Why not? I sure could continue to beat you until my master arrives and decides your fate. Don’t worry, we won’t leave without killing every clone and Jedi that tries to rescue you.”

And when Ventress elbowed Obi-Wan in the gut, he simply could not understand how he could let his guard down so easily. The question kept repeating itself in his brain when she managed to get the next punch in, and when she easily pushed back his attempt to contain her with the force, kicking his shin hard and kneeing him in the gut as he went down to then elbow him on his back to send him tumbling to the floor. What was happening to him? What?

“You seem distracted, Obi-Wan” Ventress purred as she climbed on top of him, knees on either side of his thighs as her hands moved over to his neck “Careful, or I might take the pleasure of killing you.”

Obi-Wan tried to reach for the force, but his brain felt foggy as Ventress strong fingers curled at the back of his head, curve of her thumbs exerting pressure over his windpipe and slowly but diligently cutting off his air supply. Obi-Wan’s hands flailed, grabbing at Ventress’ forearms weakly, and the Sith cocked her head to the side.

“Maybe I will take other pleasures instead.”

And she leaned down, pressing her lips against Obi-Wan’s. The jedi huffed, breathless, and Ventress pushed the air of her own lungs in, forcing Obi-Wan to breathe through her. Obi-Wan kicked his legs tentatively, the cycle of carbon dioxide going in and out of him added to the oxygen deprivation making him dizzy.

When Ventress slithered her tongue between Obi-Wan’s half-parted lips, Obi-Wan’s thought about biting her to have a chance at fighting while simultaneously thinking of how… pleasurable this felt.

Of course, he could do without the lack of air and the feeling that he might lose his consciousness by any minute, but the warmth of her lips, the way her slick tongue moves against his… this feels good.

And he wants more.

Oh, stars above, he was in trouble.

When Ventress finally eased up the pressure in his neck and pulled back some, Obi-Wan barely had time to breathe properly, heaving gulps of air and Ventress was kissing him again, deep, wet and sloppy almost like she wanted to eat him whole. Her body felt warm over his, and she shifted now, kissing his cheek, moving over to his earlobe and nibbling at it. Obi-Wan breathed out, small noises in his throat leaving him with the air.

“Haah… Hah…” he tried his damnest to regain composure “Ventress… Stop…”

“Doesn’t look like you want me to stop.” Ventress said it carelessly; she didn’t seem to want to convince him it, almost like she was already certain of it herself

And that was when she roughly tugged on the neck of his robes, burying her face in the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck to then bite down on it hard enough to pry a loud gasp from Obi-Wan. She shook her head still biting down like a hungry predator trying to bite off a piece of their prey, and Obi-Wan whimpered between clenched teeth, knowing that it would most likely give him a long-lasting scar.

The pain was enough to finally make him snap out of whatever had gotten hold of him, and he pushed Ventress off him to the side, but the firm grip she still had in his robes made him roll along, and now the Jedi was on top of the Sith warrior, his forearm pinning her down over her neck.

“Stop. This.” he ordered sharply, and Ventress laughed at his face “I mean it! I don’t know what your little game is-”

His train of thought was very abruptly brought to a halt when Ventress right hand slipped under his robes and over his pants, giving a tight squeeze to the bulge there.

“Oh, I think you know exactly what my little game is, Obi-Wan… and you want to play as well.”

Obi-Wan breathed deep, jaw wound so tight his head hurt as he snapped his hips away from her, still pinning her down with his forearm.

This… This feeling wasn’t new or anything. Any jedi, as disciplined as they were, encountered the wish for carnal pleasure at some point in their lives. There was no wrong in it, or so had Qui-Gon taught him. Nothing wrong in satisfying these desires by oneself when in privacy – moons above knew how he demanded a nightly visit to the ‘fresher after spending an entire day guarding Duchess Satine and smelling her perfume, watching the dimples of her smile, noticing the lingering gaze she would offer him from across her offices.

Some Jedi, Obi-Wan knew, would seek to satisfy these desires with actual partners – he knew that there was no way in the galaxy that Quinlan never had brought company into his barracks, and the smile on Aayla’s face during some morning meetings clearly meant she had taken a lover in the previous night.

But Obi-Wan preferred to never give much attention to that… part of his mind, and what it did to his body. He believed that it wouldn’t be right to seek personal pleasure in times of war. It struck him as a selfish thing to do, and he wouldn’t indulge in it, no matter how after a though battle and a few shots of whiskey he kept picturing himself kissing some of the people he saw at the bar, maybe even taking them to a more private place and allowing himself more intimate touches.

His voice is lower now, losing its sharpness around the edges.

“S-Stop this…”

“Oh, poor Obi-Wan…”

Ventress’ eyes were full of a mocking pity, and she reached up to his crotch again, fingers more or less managing to grab at the outline of his shaft, her thumb moving to rub circles over the head of his cock. It’s not comfortable at all, the fabric of his underwear dry against the sensitive skin, but Ventress’ fingers are skilled, and she shifted to press her palm against Obi-Wan’s hardening cock, moving up and down and pressing almost painfully at it, and Obi-Wan doesn’t know what to make of it. His usually calm and focused mind seems to be helplessly fogged by the arousal that grows with every touch from Ventress.

Obi-Wan shifted some, pulling the arm he had over Ventress’ neck in order to be able to support himself on his hand as he weakly grabbed Ventress’ wrist with his free hand in order to pull it away. For some reason, he didn’t make more than a weak attempt, and when she moved he hand to his crotch again, he didn’t stop her.

“Makes your blood boil, doesn’t it?” Ventress asked with a purr, raising her upper body on her elbows and pressing a wet kiss to the side of his neck, sharp tip of her nose dragging against his skin as she nipped at a tendon there, her hands moving up to the outer belt of Obi-Wan’s robes, undoing the clasps with ease “The bloodlust of a battle, all this anger, the heat in your body…”

“No, I don’t… A jedi doesn’t feel… anger…” he frowned, swallowing down hard “And I- I don’t feel any…any heat at all, I don’t… ah-!”

Obi-Wan couldn’t stop the moan that was pushed out of his throat, even as he could feel Ventress smiling against it. It didn’t take much effort for her to flip the two of them over, straddling Obi-Wan and grinding down against him, a wide and victorious grin on her face as she roughly tore Obi-Wan’s robes open, dragging them down his shoulders up to his elbows and baring the Jedi from his waist up. Ventress licked her dark crimson lips as her gaze fell to the broad chest and the sheen of sweat that had beaded there from the constant struggle.

She placed her splayed hands over his chest, and her touch was almost burning hot, or so did Obi-Wan felt it. Maybe he was the one burning up, heat pooling in his lower stomach making his cheeks burn with shame. He wanted Ventress to unhand him. But he didn’t. He hated what she was doing to him. But he craved it.

Kriff, it wasn’t like he personally liked her, or even felt attracted to her per se. Stars above knew that the two of them had been fighting each other ever since Obi-Wan had been recently knighted. For all he cared, he could just turn her to the Republic and never had to think of her or the violence and death she would so often leave in her wake. But now… Right now, at this precise instant…

Force, he wanted to fuck her.

Obi-Wan fought the thought of it, all the while Ventress kept undressing him, leaning down to suck and bite at every inch of skin exposed as if she meant to make sure he would remember this even as the sudden pang of lust faded away and the wave of shame and self-loathing took him, most likely in the showers after he had finally landed back in Coruscant.

Obi-Wan shuddered, biting a moan he didn’t mean to let out as Ventress nibbled at one of his nipples, free hand blindly and clumsily undoing his belt, occasionally moving lower to stroke the bulge in his pants as she did.

“I can feel your arousal, Obi-Wan.” she muttered with a smile, shifting lower down, stroking his cock over his pants once again “Both in your body and in the force.”

Obi-Wan moved his mouth in mute words of denial that he knew were lies. He stared up at the wrecked ceiling of the ship and felt Ventress undo his pants, tugging them down roughly; Obi-Wan didn’t dare to look down as if the sight of his hardness would make the arousal he still denied irreversibly real.

The next thing he felt was one of Ventress’ hands on his hip, grip like a vice as she wrapped the fingers of her free hand around Obi-Wan’s cock – hells, her hands were calloused but for some reason he enjoyed the rough touch - and then suddenly there was warmth all around him, wrapping around the head of his cock, a heat that made Obi-Wan feel like he was melting, and something slick coiled against it…

Obi-Wan raised his head to look down, and only the sight of it destroyed what little part of him that still tried to deny the pleasure he was feeling – Ventress’ lips were wrapped around the head of his cock, her tongue pressed flat against his head and teasing the slit. The fact that he was mostly naked under her while the sith was entirely dressed and dominating him like one of her own personal little droids made him keen with arousal.

Ventress sucked him deeper into her mouth, and Obi-Wan threw his head back, upper body sinking back on the floor. Moons above, this felt good. Ventress’ mouth was obscenely warm and – Obi-Wan gasped loudly – she had started stroking him while bobbing her head up and down with Obi-Wan halfway into her mouth.

The thought of holding Ventress’ head down on him made Obi-Wan scowl at himself, and he balled his hands into tight fists to prevent himself from acting on it, the small moans breaking out of his mouth with increasing ease, turning into a mewl when Ventress pulled back with a loud pop from her slick lips. Her eyes were lidded, staring up at Obi-Wan through her dark lashes. Her dominant presence in the force both threatening and arousing.

“I would never have taken the Negotiator for a loud one.” She pumped her fist on Obi-Wan’s cock that had never felt so hard before, prying another moan from him “My, my, what would your mighty jedi order have to say about this…”

Obi-Wan scrunched his face in what he wished to believe wasn’t seething anger. Of course he wasn’t proud of this. Of course he didn’t want to be there, helpless under her sinful touch and being looked down to like a prey before its predator. Of course he didn’t want to carry this any further.

Except he did, and it was driving him insane.

Obi-Wan gritted his teeth, baring them for Ventress with a snarl and reaching for her wrists. He took the sith by surprise, removing her support and forcing her to land on her side with a loud thud and a pained grunt. He climbed on top of Ventress and the two of them struggled for some time, during which Obi-Wan managed to kick off one of his boots and then the other one, the pants that had been tugged almost down to his knees tangling up some and making it harder for him to get a proper stance on the ground. Ventress managed to break one hand from his grasp, using it to yank him closer by the robes still caught on his elbows, pressing a messy kiss to his lips and biting down hard.

Obi-Wan screamed angrily, feeling the copper taste of blood and pulling away some to be met with Ventress blood-stained grin. The wide look in her eyes was truly something to behold, pupils blown wide as black devoured the pale blue.

She was right. It did make his blood boil.

Obi-Wan clumsily moved one of his hands to her hips, finding the edge of her robes and tearing them open, exposing her toned, pale legs up to her mid-thigs. He ground down on her, pinning her down under his weight as his hands moved to roam over her thighs and up towards her ass, tight grip on hot, surprisingly soft skin making Ventress let out a breathy laugh.

Ventress was feeling him up herself, hands grabbing at the strong arms to then be almost gently placed on his chest – she clawed at it, almost tearing skin, and Obi-Wan growled, leaning down to lick a broad stripe over her neck and suck at the skin there. Ventress shifted some in order to free her left leg from under Obi-Wan, now managing to wrap both of her legs around his waist, heels digging at the small of Obi-Wan’s back.

“Do you know what comes next or do I have to teach everything to you?” Ventress asked in an annoyed tone, hissing when Obi-Wan sucked another mark on the side of her neck “Are all Jedi knights, not enlightened in the ways of desire and pleasure?”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, pushing himself up to his knees and looking down at Ventress. She looked stunning, chest rising and falling with her sharp breaths, thighs parted and body exposed; Obi-Wan could see her underwear, something discreet and white, darkened by a small damp patch – she was wet for him, and the thought made Obi-Wan twitch even as he shoved his pants past his knees and kicked them away for good. He leaned forward some, undoing Ventress belt to grab at the hem of Ventress’ shirt, bunching it up her stomach; he felt her bra under his thumb as he moved up and just pushed it along with her shirt, baring her breasts for him.

Obi-Wan honestly didn’t know what to expect; in fact the thought of undressing Ventress had never crossed his mind until this day. Still, he definitely did not expect to realize that Ventress was in fact a very beautiful woman. Her breasts were somewhat on the smaller side, and they were perky, pale pink shade on her hardened nipples that had small piercings on them. The alabaster skin of her upper body had some scattered scars, a few of them healing and fading, others apparently much older and permanent.

He recognized some of them. He had made them himself. Ventress seemed to be having similar thoughts, her finger dragging a line over Obi-Wan’s hip that he knew to be a small memento carved by the blade of her lightsaber.

Obi-Wan stared at her, at the blue eyes, crimson lips and the moonlight-pale skin, and Ventress smirked at him. The force in her still burned, feeding the fire within Obi-Wan’s own. He licked the nick on his lower lip, tasting blood still.

“Oh, look at you staring.” Ventress smirked, running her fingers over the scars on her stomach “Do they turn you on, Kenobi?”

Obi-Wan leaned down to suck hungrily at her breast, his free hand squeezing the other tight enough to ensure the shape of his fingers would be branded in red over the pale skin. He nipped at her nipple, relishing in the rich purr out of Ventress.

“Seems like you know something, at least.” she groaned

“Can you stop talking?” the sharp words felt odd in Obi-Wan’s tongue as he sucked hickeys on Ventress chest and breast; Ventress’ answer was a another breathy laugh

“Make me.”

Obi-Wan cursed himself for feeling hotter at every tossed word of banter and insult, his hand roaming over Ventress’ stomach, feeling the muscles coil under his touch as he moved lower and lower until he was slipping under her underwear and feeling the smooth skin there; Ventress let out a reluctant moan, clearly more sensitive in that area, her body jerking up to meet Obi-Wan’s their naked chests touching. Obi-Wan was well-built, his body covering Ventress’ slender form with ease, and the jedi enjoyed the sight of Ventress throwing her head back as he reached even lower, middle finger meeting the hot slit.

His fingers were calloused from the years of training with a lightsaber, but Ventress didn’t seem to mind, digging her nails in his bicep and shoulder as he pressed his finger against her clit, sharp sigh out of him at the realization of just how wet Ventress was. He creased his forehead, rolling his finger in circular movements, still pressing down some, and Ventress moaned out at once. Obi-Wan couldn’t keep the victorious smirk off his face.

“How long have you been wanting this?” he teased, shifting into up-and-down movements now, leaning to kiss the crook of Ventress neck

“Can you stop talking?” Ventress groaned

“Make me.” Obi-Wan quipped back, taking the opportunity to slide his hand lower, nudging his finger into Ventress hot, slick pussy

Ventress grabbed at the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, pulling him into a deep kiss, and this time Obi-Wan allowed himself to enjoy it, his tongue meeting Ventress and slithering against it in erratic movements that had never been learned or practiced. He wondered distantly how much of this he was most likely getting wrong. The way Ventress wiggled her hips, spreading her thighs wider for him begged to differ.

Obi-Wan pushed deeper into the heated folds, slowly pumping in and out, feeling the muscles inside clench and almost pull him in deeper. This felt good… he couldn’t stop thinking of how it would feel to have his cock inside her instead.

Like she was reading her mind – and at this point Obi-Wan couldn’t be certain that she didn’t; his barriers in the force seemed to have fallen down and he was currently a mess of heated, careless emotions – Ventress reached between them for his cock, giving it a couple of tight pumps.

“Get on with this already.” It could have sounded like a plea but she had the face of a woman in charge, demanding and she sneered at Obi-Wan’s blank expression “Stop pretending you don’t want it.”

Obi-Wan just kept there on his haunches and staring at her, at the bite marks and hickeys that littered Ventress’ pale skin now, at the hard nipples and the piercings that glistened under the red light. The unwavering heat of her body and her arousal in the force. Hells, he wanted her. Ventress smirked, wrapping her legs around Obi-Wan’s waist and locking her ankles behind his back. Her pussy pressed up against the base of Obi-Wan’s hard cock, prying a groan from him.

Ventress raised her body with ease using only her core strength, straddling Obi-Wan. Ventress rolled her hips, rubbing her slickness against Obi-Wan’s shaft and throwing her arms over Obi-Wan’s shoulders, leaning to whisper at his ears.

“Can you imagine if they knew? Your precious Jedi friends, the Council you’re so proud to be a part of?” she bit the meat of his shoulder, laving the aching skin with her tongue “All of those pompous Jedi masters, watching as you fuck a sith on a dirty ship’s floor…”

Obi-Wan felt weak at the words. It sounded like a nightmare, but at the same time it made his cock twitch, pressed up between him and Ventress.

“No…” he murmured, breathing hard over Ventress’ shoulder “No, don’t say that…”

“Your eager little apprentice” Ventress kept whispering, nipping at his jaw now “who’s so proud of you, watching you suck on my breasts and bite on my neck…”

Obi-Wan keened at that, the horrifying thought unexplainably arousing at this moment. He felt downright filthy. Why were her words having such an effect on him? Ventress shifted some, now supporting her knees on the floor while still grinding up against him.

“Just what kind…” she licked Obi-Wan’s lower lip, sucked at it “of training…” her hands moved to his arms, lowering down to his hips “did your masters give you?”

And that was what wrecked him for good, the thought of Qui-Gon knowing what kind of vile thing he had ended up tangling himself with, and the arousal it gave him made his cock almost ache with how hard it was.

That was when Ventress raised her body, reaching between the two of them and lining Obi-Wan’s cock up with her entrance; she lowered herself on him, letting out a low hissing noise as the blunt head pushed through the engorged folds, only stopping when he was fully sheathed inside her, Ventress firm ass seated on his lap.

Obi-Wan gasped through all of it, the feeling of being engulfed in tightness and heat making him moan loudly. Ventress gave him a knowing smirk, like she had won some kind of game, and Obi-Wan wordlessly grabbed at her hips, pressing her even lower down on him.

They didn’t speak much after that.

Ventress was riding Obi-Wan as if there was nothing in her mind other than the desire of bringing him down, soil him with lust and desire and ruin him for good. The thought of it spurred Obi-Wan, making him want to fight and resist while simultaneously wonder what would become of him should he fail.

Obi-Wan clawed at Ventress’ back, blue eyes looking up at her like a humble worshipper before a deity, flushed face beading with sweat, lower lip still sporting the fresh nick of her bite. Obi-Wan was trying and failing not to beg – he wasn’t entirely certain for what. The words just kept pouring out of him on occasion yes, please, moons above, oh please, I need it, give me, yes yes yes…

Ventress was mostly silent aside from her panting and moaning, but she would press Obi-Wan’s face to her chest, speaking words that could sound almost like praise that it, yes, just like that, deeper..

It didn’t look like lovemaking in any way; it looked more like a fight than anything. The two of them kept trying to bind one another’s wrists, leaving dark hickeys that looked like injuries and bites that nearly bled.

Obi-Wan bucked his hips to meet the thrust of Ventress’ hips and she gasped, tongue rolling over her lips obscenely. Obi-Wan had her hands pinned over the small of her back, pulling her down on him over and over, and Ventress clenched a fist, constricting Obi-Wan’s throat with the force. Obi-Wan bared his teeth, outline of his veins popping up on his forehead, eyes watering. He fucked into her harder, hips snapping up sharply as he struggled to breathe, scowl turning into a mad grin as Ventress moaned louder, urging him on with feverish nods.

Obi-Wan was already becoming dizzy when she let go off him, and the sharp inhale made him throb harder inside of her. Ventress wrestled out of his grip, licking her fingers to then slip her hand between the two of them, rubbing her clit as she bounced her hips faster.

“You’re close.”

It wasn’t a question. And Obi-Wan knew she was right. He bit down on her shoulder, hands squeezing and spreading her ass. He could feel her insides coil and tighten, force within her burning hotter and hotter like a flame being fanned.

“So are you.” He muttered, cursing as she leaned closer and caught his lower lip between her teeth

Ventress’ movements were becoming more sloppy and erratic as she pulled her hand back and focused on rolling her hips faster, clinging to Obi-Wan’s shoulders and spitting out swears and moans. She clawed on his back harder than ever, and Obi-Wan was pretty certain that some of the burning lines on her wake might be bleeding. Her insides tightened over and over around his shaft, the pressure and heat maddening. He couldn’t hold on much longer, not with the pleased sounds Ventress kept making and the wet, messy kiss she pressed to his lips now.

Obi-Wan thrusted his hips up a few more times and the building pleasure became unbearable. Ventress pulled her hips back, letting Obi-Wan slip out of her and reaching down to wrap her fingers around his hard cock, pumping her fist fast, squeezing towards his head on the way up; it felt wonderful, too wonderful, and Obi-Wan moaned out shamelessly, warm release spurting out of him and onto Ventress stomach, each spurt losing strength until he was spilling against the entrance of her pussy.

He twitched and throbbed still, cock feeling sensitive and almost aching as Ventress slowed her movements until she stopped, letting go of him as he softened.

Obi-Wan breathed hard still as he slumped on his back, watching mesmerized as Ventress caught some of the release with her fingers and sucked them off, eyes trained on him. His cock twitched softly at that, despite the fact that he most likely wouldn’t be up again any time soon.

Ventress leaned down to press a soft, chaste kiss to the corner of Obi-Wan’s lips, raising her body and trailing her gaze over his body. It was almost like she was admiring the mess she had made of him. She got up without a word, reaching for a nearby rag to clean herself to then tug her shirt back down and pull the underwear still caught on her heel back up. She then reached for her robes, wrapping them around her waist and tying her belt over it, all the while not paying any attention to the jedi that was still barely sitting up.

Obi-Wan felt exposed lying on the floor still, and was glad that Ventress had been thoughtful enough not to look at him as he scrambled for his clothes, pulling his underwear and pants with a grimace – he felt sticky and dirty down there, but did not want to think about it at the moment – he threw his robes over his back, shoving his arms in the sleeves, and he was about to tie his belt carelessly just to feel dressed again when he heard Ventress’ voice behind him.

“Where are my lightsabers?”

Obi-Wan hesitated to then tie his belt again, hands moving awkwardly like he had forgotten how to make the familiar knot.

“They’re…” Obi-Wan wetted his lips, an uneven scab where Ventress had bit him; he nodded at the wall on his left “They’re behind that panel.”

He heard the hissing noise of the panel being opened, and he pulled his own lightsaber to his hand with the force.

“Shall we keep our little dance, Ventress?” he asks, eyes cast on the floor and his back still turned to Ventress; he didn’t feel aggressiveness in her, not yet, so he waited

Ventress sighed behind him, a small and quiet laugh out of her nose as she placed her weapons in her belt and walked to the back of the ship.

“Not this time. I guess you’ll have to miss me for a little while again.”

Obi-Wan heard the sound of the door being opened, and the wind outside. He remained in the small corridor, under the red light for a time that could’ve been five minutes of fifteen. He should try and chase after her, he should-

“Master!” Anakin’s voice came through the comms “Master, we have a visual on your ship. Is Ventress secured?”

Obi-Wan swallowed down, his voice perfectly level as he walked to the panel and pressed the comm button.

“I’m afraid she escaped after she caused our crash.”

Anakin didn’t sound at all pleased.

“Damn it… Well, don’t worry, we can catch her next time. We’re gonna bring you home and everything will be back to normal.”

Obi-Wan looked over his shoulder, to the narrow red-lit corridor where he had been moaning and begging and doing unspeakable things just a while ago.

“Yes… everything will be back to normal.”

#my fics #dubcon #obiventress #lemon/

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artemiswinnick · 5 years ago

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Kiss the Cook

AN: So TNT’s Animal Kingdom is another one of my obsessions and here’s the first chapter to a fic I’m working on. I don’t think it will be finished any time soon, but I just loooove Pope and I wanted to put this out there. The Peaky Blinders fic I promised with Michael Gray as the protagonist is in the works as well, and I’ll drop a sample of the first chapter as soon as I make a few changes to the opening chapter. This isn’t a final draft of this and once it’s done I’ll be posting the completed work over on my wattpad and on my new AO3 account :)

J’s new girlfriend weirded Pope out immediately.

She looked totally normal, just like all the other giggling girls he brought by the house. Except she didn’t giggle-- she smiled, big and bright and genuine. Admittedly, that wasn’t particularly weird either. Except she gave him a once over first, her eyes traveling up from the tips of his toes, up past the apron he was wearing, the casserole he was holding, and finally up to his frozen expression. This was supposed to be a family only dinner. Even Craig hadn’t brought any of his groupies--

“Kiss the cook, huh?” She asked, flitting from J’s side to give Pope a quick kiss on the cheek. The contact of her lips on his skin, brief as it was, burned him. Kiss the cook? He looked down-- that’s what it said on the apron he was wearing. Right. “I’m Dawn, it’s nice to meet you.”

He stared at her. J stared at him staring at her, obviously wondering if his dinner date was going to cause a classic Pope meltdown. Noticing the sudden tension, a quizzical little frown settled over her features and she looked to J and then back at Pope.

“This is usually where you say, ‘Hi, Dawn, nice to meet you to my name is so and so,’” She prompted him. He knew that if he spoke his voice would break and embarrass him like it always did around attractive women-- attractive? When had he registered that she was attractive?-- so he stayed silent and just made the stare more menacing. She squinted at him.

“This is my uncle, Pope,” J attempted to salvage the situation, approaching in that stupid, quietly confident way of his. Pope saw a little flicker of recognition in her eyes. This was it. This was usually when recognition was followed by a flash of fear-- he’d built quite a bit of a reputation in Oceanside-- but, instead, the bright smile made a reappearance.

“Oh? Well it’s nice to meet you, Pope,” The only thing that changed about the expression was a little quirk in her brow, like she found his hostile stare amusing. J was at her elbow now, greetings somewhat successfully exchanged, to tug her away towards the patio. Pope thought he was free of her gaze but she looked back at him, grin widening. “We’ll continue the staring contest later!”

And with that she was out on the patio with everyone else. As Pope continued his meal prep in the kitchen, he decided he didn’t like her. He didn’t like her one bit. What was with the smiling? And the kiss? And the childish comment about staring contests? She was obviously just using J as an in, but what she really wanted was a Cody. Any Cody. If she wanted drugs, she’d go after Craig next. If she wanted money or power though, maybe she figured she could try for Pope. That wasn’t usually a popular strategy because of… obvious reasons, but maybe Dawn didn’t realize that J was Smurf’s current favorite and not him. He realized, even as he thought through all the possible conniving machinations this new girl was trying to pull, that he was probably making a bigger deal of this than necessary, but he hadn’t made it this far by not putting his paranoia to good use.

He watched through the large, sliding glass doors as she said hi to Craig and Deran. Deran, being Deran, hardly looked up from his phone. Craig, on the other hand gave her a bear hug, lifting and squeezing. Pope rolled his eyes. He’d only done that so he could feel her boobs. So stupid.

Dawn smiled at Craig when he put her down, but it was different this time. Tight, uncomfortable, it didn’t reach her eyes… Pope kept his eyes fixed on her, studying that expression. He wasn’t particularly good at identifying emotions besides fear, anger and general shadiness. But even with his gut instincts and never-ending supply of suspicion, she didn’t look like she was trying to seduce Craig as she quickly got away from him. Well, too early to tell anyway.

Lena was sitting on the stairs in the pool, right in Pope’s line of sight with her floaties on. He ruffled as the girl didn’t move to say hello to her, going to one of the lawn chairs and putting down her purse. Not saying hello to Lena… even Craig’s groupies did that! He chopped the carrots a little more aggressively while J got close to her, putting his hands on her hips. They whispered together for a moment. He kissed her. Pope annihilated the vegetables under his blade. J wandered off and Dawn pulled her t-shirt over her head. His knife paused, hovering over the cutting board as she unzipped her shorts. He quickly looked away as she pulled them down and continued with his task.

His head snapped back up when there was a sudden splash.

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So… Pope already hated her, Deran was a dick, and Craig was probably going to try and grab her ass before the night was done. Awesome. Like she hadn’t already been uncomfortable being at the Cody household. She wasn’t sure why J had invited her over here in the first place, it wasn’t like she’d been insisting on meeting his family. They’d been hooking up on and off for a few months, but she hadn’t thought it was anything serious. Come on, he was a Cody-- everyone knew they didn’t do serious relationships.

Now that their grandmother was in jail indefinitely though, it seemed like he wanted to take advantage of his newfound freedom and fuck her in his own bed-- AKA, his grandmother’s bed. Or so she’d extrapolated. J was a man of few words.

After Craig felt her up, she was already thinking of excuses for getting the fuck out of Dodge.

“I think I’m probably going to dip before dinner,” She whispered to J. “I don’t think your uncles want me here.”

J smirked a little, a subtle expression just like all the other ones he had in his repertoire.

“Ignore them,” he told her. “I thought you wanted to use the pool, anyway? And, if you stick around, maybe later…”

He put his hands on her hips and her mouth twisted up in a half-smile. He knew the sex was good and that it was the main reason she was here, observant little bastard. He leaned down slow and gave her a kiss, just the tip of his tongue reaching out to hers for one brief moment before he pulled back. It was enough to send a shiver down her spine. She snorted and shook her head when he pulled away.

“What?” He smiled at her response.

“Fine!” She exclaimed good naturedly, before leaning to his ear and whispering. “I’ll stay so you can fuck the shit out of me later, but if things get too awkward I’m leaving, okay?”

“Fair enough,” He acceded before kissing her again. “Beer?”

“Yes, please,” She replied. He walked away in search of alcohol and she looked around for something to occupy herself. Scanning the patio, she realized there was a little girl sitting on the stairs, playing with some toy boats. She’d been so quiet she hadn’t even noticed she was there. Dawn couldn’t help but frown a little, watching her play by herself. J should have said something instead of letting her ignore her like an asshole.

She stripped down to her bikini quickly-- ignoring Craig’s eyes on her rack as she bent over-- and approached the little girl.

“Hi,” She smiled at her, sitting at the edge of the pool next to her. “Whatcha up to?”

The little girl looked up at her with huge brown eyes.

“...Who are you?”

Ah, she had all of her uncles’ social skills.

“I’m Dawn… what’s your name?”

“Lena… are you here with uncle Craig?” The girl turned those big eyes back to her boats.

“Nope,” She popped the P. “J invited me over so I could use the pool… do you swim?”

The little girl glanced up at her and showed her the floaties on her arms.

“A little but uncle Pope says I’m not allowed in the pool without my floaties,” She sighed.

“You’re uncle is a smart guy, this pool is pretty deep… It’s perfect for cannon balls, actually,” Dawn observed casually.

“Cannon balls?” Lena looked at her dubiously.

“Yeah, cannon balls. You know how to cannon ball, don’t you?”

Lena shook her head. Dawn’s mouth dropped open with an excited little gasp.

“It’s super easy, Lena. You want me to show you?”

“Okay,” She nodded, a tentative smile finally appearing on her face. Dawn got up and extended a hand to her.

“Alright, so,” She lead her around to the deep end of the pool. “What you do is you stand running distance away from the edge… like… right here?”

She backed up about five feet from the edge and Lena followed suit.

“And when you’re ready you run to the edge and jump in, putting your knees to your chest,” She crouched down so she could tuck her knees as described. Lena imitated her. “And then put your arms around your knees so you become a little ball. See?”

“I’m a cannon ball!” Lena exclaimed. Dawn laughed.

“Now you’re getting it! Alright, you wanna try?”

She nodded enthusiastically. J had returned to the patio with two beers and smiled a little at her before taking a seat to wait for her.

“Okay, on the count of three. 1… 2… 3!” With a shout and laughter they rushed towards the edge and jumped in together. Dawn resurfaced to find Lena already bobbing at the surface, shrieking happily.

“Again! Again! Again!”

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J’s girlfriend didn’t leave Lena’s side for the next half hour while Pope cooked, splashing around in the pool. There were a couple times when Lena started running on the wet pavement that he almost had to come outside, but Dawn was faster than he was.

“Hold your horses, kid!” He could hear her exclaim, coming to her side quickly and taking hold of her hand. “Remember, you don’t run by the pool unless you want to fall on your butt!”

That made Lena laugh. She hadn’t stopped laughing, actually, since that girl had started talking to her. Pope watched her from the corner of his eye as he began setting the patio table for dinner. Spotting him, she immediately walked straight to him, Lena in tow. He kept his head down, hoping she would walk right past. Of course, she didn’t.

“Would you like some help?” She asked tilting her head a little to catch his gaze. “Lena and I can put the dishes out, if you want?”

Pope just looked at her a second and then cleared his throat. His voice was not going to break.

“Okay,” he agreed. Lena was already holding out her hands, so he handed her the cutlery. For her, his favorite and only niece, he cracked a smile. “But you’ve got to be careful and not drop anything!”

“Duh!” She was already gone to start arranging the knives and forks. Which left Dawn, smiling at him expectantly.

“Uh… Plates are inside,” He said, avoiding eye contact as he turned heel and went back inside. She followed him. He handed them to her silently, but she lingered.

“Hey, I… I wanted to apologize for earlier. I shouldn’t have just, uh, kissed you without knowing if it was okay first. I know some people don’t like being touched and it was rude of me. It’s just you were wearing the apron and I was nervous and I thought it would be funny for some reason, but it obviously wasn’t…” She rambled, but stopped herself with a shake of the head and a shy little smile. “Anyway, sorry for being all up in your space.”

As though she knew he wasn’t going to respond, she immediately went back outside after her apology, leaving Pope staring after her. He didn’t like being touched by strangers, that was true. But no one had ever apologized for that before, they’d just eventually learned to back the fuck off after a couple of glares thrown in their direction. Or being punched a couple of times, depending on how insistent they were being about invading his personal space. He continued what he was doing, gathering plates of food and bringing them to the table, Dawn lithely stepping out of his way so he could set them down without bumping into her as he came in and out of the house. He could hear her talking to Lena through the open door.

“Finished!” Lena informed her as she set down the last knife.

“Ooh, good job! That was really fast,” Dawn told her, putting down the last of the plates. “Let’s ask your uncle if there’s anything else we can do to help, huh?”

Pope came back outside, and, making eye contact only with Lena, said:

“That’s about it, why don’t you go tell the boys dinner is ready?”

“Okay,” She ran off to do as she was told, rallying the lounging men up from their lawn chairs. Dawn smiled after her.

“She’s a great kid,” She commented to Pope. He grunted his assent. She looked at the spread with her hands on her hips. “Christ, this looks good! Did you cook all of this?”

He grunted again in response but couldn’t help his eyes from flickering over to her this time. He found her looking back at him waiting for him to actually say something. A little startled, he went back inside to grab a beer instead. Under the guise of doing this, he watched as the boys gathered around the table. Lena dragged Dawn to the chair next to her, talking animatedly.

What was this girl’s deal? He continued his surreptitious observation of her as dinner rolled along. She was completely ignoring Craig and even J, not that they weren’t trying to talk to her. For once, the conversation was centered around Lena, who was telling Dawn about school. Dawn looked at her while she spoke, laughing and nodding like this was the most interesting conversation she’d ever had. Like the girl had reminded them their niece existed, Craig, J and even Deran started asking her questions.

Pope saw how they watched Dawn’s reactions, how she helped Lena articulate was she was thinking and found the humor in it. Lena was smart and funny, just like her mom had been. Pope knew that, but it wasn’t usual for her other uncles to spend so much time talking to her. Dawn was still in her bikini, which explained Craig’s sudden interest, at least, but J just kept smiling softly in her direction throughout the meal. Weird.

It was already odd enough that he’d brought her to dinner at all-- since Mia and Nicky, he hadn’t had a steady girlfriend. Dawn was one in a long line of female visitors, but they never sat down with the family, preferring to sneak in and out under the cover of night. J was a quiet dude, probably to cover up the ulterior motives Pope knew he had, but she was actually making him... laugh. And a genuine laugh, too, not just that fake flirtatious crap he pulled to convince girls he wasn’t devoid of personality. Weird. Very weird.

“They’ve been teaching us guitar at school,” Lena continued telling Dawn.

“Really?” She asked. “That’s so cool! I used to take lessons for a long time before, too.”

“Do you play?” Craig asked, blue eyes crinkling with an interested smile. She flashed him a polite version of her own—not half as nice as the one she’d been using earlier, Pope noted.

“I do, actually,” She replied before turning her attention to Lena again. “Maybe you and I can do a duet.”

Lena giggled but shook her head. “Guitar is hard… I’m not good at it.”

“What?” Dawn exclaimed. “I don’t believe that! Here, give me your hand for a second?”

Lena put down her fork and Dawn took her small hand in both of hers, inspecting her palm and fingers with exaggerated care.

“Ah, just as I suspected,” She said, nodding to herself as she released Lena’s digits.

“What?” She asked, staring down at her hands for signs of whatever Dawn had been looking for.

“She’s got guitar-playing hands,” Dawn informed the table sagely. Even Deran had to crack a smile at that. Pope thought he saw J’s hand move to her leg under the table, but she didn’t seem to notice, smiling as Lena cracked up. “You have to practice more, but you’re talented. I can tell by the shape of your fingers.”

She gave Lena a wink.

“You know, I play guitar too,” Craig spoke up. Pope rolled his eyes. Of course, he just had to be the center of attention.

“Oh? Maybe we can all play together, then,” She smiled a little more genuinely at him now. There it was, the flirtation Pope had been waiting for-- but then she looked over at him shyly. “If your uncles don’t mind me stopping by again, of course.”

“Can she?” Lena asked him, pulling on his sleeve.

No! He wanted to yell it from the rooftop. He wasn’t sure what she was up to, but whatever it was he was certain it would be no good and he had every intention of just grunting vaguely as a response until Lena gave him her patented puppy dog look, ripped straight from her mother’s old playbook.

“Please?” She stuck out her lower lip. Pope squinted at her.

“Fine,” He finally exhaled. A huge smile spread across Dawn’s face.

“You owe me a staring contest anyway,” She reminded him. Craig and Deran looked over at Pope who shifted uncomfortably under their puzzled gazes.

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up,” He muttered at his plate.

“Well, if you’re scared I’m going to win, I’ll just play against Lena,” She shrugged nonchalantly. Lena laughed.

“You have to play now, uncle Pope! Unless you’re scared…” She reached over to tickle him. Pope couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Maybe, we’ll see,” He told her, purposefully keeping his eyes away from Dawn until the conversation had moved on. Only then did he sneak a glance back at her. J was looking at him now, though, hard. He held his eyes unwaveringly until his nephew broke eye contact. Hm. Maybe he was good at staring contests.

#animal kingdom #tnt animal kingdom #pope cody #j cody #craig cody #deran cody #pope x original character

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maulusque · 6 years ago

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here’s an idea

some of the jedi actually have their shit together re: the morality of a slave army.

Namely Aayla Secura and Plo Koon. From the start of the war, they both voiced opposition to taking part, specifically citing the clones’ situation. The Council convinced them to take part as generals anyway, on the basis that at least they could do some good for the clones as generals, whereas if they sat out and let another take their place, they wouldn’t be able to do anything. They feel like hypocrites, like slave owners, but they both vow to do everything in their power to see the clones freed. After the war. And the war just keeps, happening, you know? It seems like there’s always somewhere where they and their troops are needed, innocent civilians to save, and they can prioritize civilian lives over the clones’ lives, right? I mean, at least the clones are trained for this. They both care as much as they can for the men they have, but they still lead them to battle, lead them to their deaths, requisition more troops from Kamino with the same forms they requisition more blasters with.

Eventually, as the war drags on and on and on, and their best intentions for the clones are stymied by exhaustion, death, and bureaucracy, both Plo and Aayla realize, independently, that they need to take drastic action if they want to be able to consider themselves Jedi, or even good people. Because they haven’t done right by the clones. Whatever their intentions, they have been complicit in slavery, in child abuse, in murder and torture. Making the clones wait until the end of the war for their freedom is cruel and inhumane, and unless they prioritize freedom and justice for their men now, then they are no better than the slave lords of the outer rim, who sit in their massive palaces with fortunes built on slavery. So, they reach out. They talk to their Commanders. Bly and Wolffe put them in touch with Cody, and with each other. Cody and the other Commanders have been talking, in secret. They, too, have realized that the war isn’t going to end anytime soon, and even if it does, what happens to them?

Cody is reluctant to trust Aayla and Plo, but Bly and Wolffe vouch for them. He asks them, if you are truly willing to help us, you have to realize that this might mean quitting the Jedi Order. This might mean turning against your fellow Jedi. Are you willing to do that? Are you willing to, say, kill Mace Windu, or Depa Billaba, or Ahsoka Tano, if it means our freedom? Aayla and Plo say yes, they are. And they are. This had been one of the toughest choices they’ve had to make in their lives, when it should have been one of the easiest. They are Jedi, and they will fight against injustice and slavery wherever it may be, no matter who is perpetrating it.

So Cody sets them to work. Aayla reaches out to her old master, Quinlan Vos. In this universe, instead of being a racist dickhead, his anti-clone sentiment is born from the fact that he utterly disagrees with the idea of Jedi waging war, and has transformed that into resenting the clones. He’s spent the entire war being literally as far away from it as possible, ignoring the Council as much as he can. Eventually, though, he undergoes a mr. darcy-like transformation, realizes what an asshole he’s been, and when Aayla comes knocking, he’s already been smuggling troopers slated for decomissioning to safe planets.

Plo Koon reaches out to Ahsoka. In the time since she’s left the order, she’s done a lot of growing up. Outside of the stress of constant war, and the influence of the Council and Anakin, she’s done a lot of thinking and also undergone Character Growth, realizing how unfair the clones’ situation is, and how she contributed to it, how she ignored the power differential between them. She jumps at the chance to help. (it does take her a bit to get used to the idea that she’s not a leader here, not a commander- she’s a useful agent, and her input is appreciated, but she and the Jedi with her are not in charge). Ahsoka approaches Rex, he tells her what happened to Fives. Ahsoka does some digging, and uncovers the chips. She takes the info straight to Rex, who, with the other Commanders and the medics, coordinate a massive, secret de-chipping operation under the guise of every trooper needing a vaccine to combat some new disease making the rounds.

Once Cody and the others are fairly sure that the majority of the army has been dechipped, the Commanders make their move, and the entire GAR goes on strike. Every Commander has passed down orders to their captains, and the captains have passed it down to their men, so everyone is briefed on what to do and how to behave. Any troops currently engaged in battle abandon whatever objective they had, fighting only to their extraction point. GAR ships abandon contested space, re-centering around Republic planets and bases. Troopers are ordered to only perform the duties necessary to keep the ships running and keep everyone alive. Food, sanitation, medical, and defense if they are attacked. Many battalions are essentially dead in space, or on whatever planet they were on, because their Jedi leaders won’t relinquish the bridges of their ships, but their troops refuse to fight. So Aayla, Plo, and the other allied Jedi are able to take their troops to these stranded groups, giving them supplies, taking the wounded, helping them defend against separatist forces if they need it.

Cody and the other Commanders have put together a document, and they send two copies. One to the Senate, and one to the Jedi Council. It is a list of grievances, followed by a list of demands.

Needless to say, the Jedi Council are forced into a negotiation pretty damn quick. The Commanders insist that a representative of the Senate, someone with the authority to speak for them, be present too. The clones refuse to send their representatives to Coruscant, because they don’t trust the Jedi Council or the Senate not to execute them. Anakin Skywalker volunteers his ship as a neutral place- sure, the 501st is on strike, but it’s a Jedi ship, so both parties should feel about as equally uncomfortable.

At the negotiations, representing the Clone Troopers: Commander Cody, Commander Wolffe, Commander Bly, and Captain Rex. Plo Koon, Aayla Secura, Quinlan Vos, and Ahsoka Tano are there to, mostly to say what the clones say, but louder and with a Jedi voice, so the council might actually listen. Present on behalf of the Jedi: Yoda, Mace Windu, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ki-Adi-Mundi, and, ironically enough, Plo Koon, who volunteered when Yoda asked for Council members willing to participate in the negotiations. Present on behalf of the Senate: Senator Bail Organa, Senator Halle Burtoni of Kamino, and Chancellor Palpatine. Anakin is there, too, of course. It’s his ship, after all. Cody starts off by re-listing their grievances, the crimes committed against the Clone Troopers (he’s left the chips off the list- they’re still not 100% sure who’s behind it and don’t want to endanger the troops still chipped). Yoda and Mace try to interrupt him many times, but Cody just keeps talking over them, and Plo Koon keeps going “no let him finish this sounds interesting”.

When Cody finishes, Halle Burtoni erupts into a rant about “traitors” and “defective products”. Senator Organa thinks Cody has a point. A good one. A lot of good ones, actually. Palpatine is quiet, silently calculating how he can turn this to his advantage. Yoda spouts off with a bunch of Jedi platitudes about perspective, the greater good, blah blah blah. Cody just looks at him and says “sir, you’re full of shit.” Before anyone can get on his case for it, Rex stands and starts reading off their demands. Obi-Wan keeps interrupting, with things like “surely, we can negotiate” or “I agree that you and your men have a right to these things, but in war, certain sacrifices must be made” and “can’t this wait until after we defeat the separatists?” Rex tells him to shut the hell up and listen for once in his goddamn life (quote). Obi-Wan turns to Anakin and says “Anakin, I thought you taught your men more respect than that!” but Anakin says “Actually, Master, I agree with Rex.” Before THAT can blow up, Yoda tries to calm things down with “discuss your requests, we must” but Wolffe’s like “Not requests. Demands. We are not here to negotiate, we are here to tell you what you must do if you want to keep your army.” There’s arguing. There’s yelling. Aayla makes an impassioned speech about freedom. Anakin and Ahsoka have a quick hushed aside, in which it takes Anakin about 30 seconds to decide he’s quitting the Order, too. Yoda and Mace ask Plo to back them up, but he just points at Wolffe and goes “my son”. Cody, Rex, Bly, and Wolffe are doing an excellent job of looking like the only professionals in the room.

Eventually, Bail Organa asks everyone to calm down. “Commanders, I hear your grievances, and I understand that you have been treated wrongly. I propose that I introduce a bill in the Senate, to legally grant your demands-by the way, can I have a copy of that list?- We might have to do some arm-twisting to get the votes, but if you and your brothers hold steadfast in your strike, I’m sure it won’t take too long for the Senators to come around- especially those whose planets are close to Separatist activity.” Yoda mumbles something about needing to meditate before taking any action. Bail turns to Palpatine, who hasn’t said a word so far. “What do you think, Chancellor? Such a bill would move through the Senate much faster with your backing.”

Palpatine has been watching the proceedings, and thinking. This could totally work out for him. Anakin and Obi-Wan are on opposite sides of this debate, and he didn’t even have to do anything to drive this wedge between them. Anakin is primed to declare against the Jedi Order. If he plays his ace card soon, the Clone Troopers massacre the Jedi, and, combined with their current strike, is more than enough justification for him to declare them all defective traitors and have them all killed via the chips, leaving Anakin with no one and nothing. Then, it’s a simple matter of unleashing him on the Separatists, having him commit more and more atrocities in the name of victory... unless, of course, Anakin decides to help the clones and participate in Order 66 himself, in which case, his job is done! And he might not even need to kill Padme to do it! At least, not until after the children are born and he can assess whether he wants one of them as an apprentice instead of their father. So Palpatine stands, walks over to Cody, and says, “Commander Cody, the time has come. Execute Order 66.”

And Cody says “Fuck you, Chancellor.” and punches him in the face. In the ensuing shitstorm, a lot of stuff is revealed. Palpatine is a sith lord- the angry Force lightning kind of made it obvious. Anakin has good reflexes, jumping in front of the lightning and absorbing the blast to protect Cody (he’s the most powerful Force-sensitive in a thousand years at least, he’ll be fine). Rex has good aim and good priorities- his pistols are drawn and Palpatine has two smoking holes where his eyes were before Anakin has finished screaming and collapsing dramatically. “Oh my fucking god,” Mace Windu says, realizing that they’ve been living in the pocket of a Sith Lord for a good decade and that he is an idiot. Wolffe is trying to get past Plo Koon, who jumped in front of him the moment Cody punched Palpatine. Aayla and Bly both tried to jump in front of each other (Bly won, because Aayla may be a Jedi but she’s shorter than he is), and Ahsoka, who didn’t get the chance to jump in front of anybody, just goes “yikes”. Obi-Wan, who is currently evaluating all of his life choices and also just how well he really knows his Commander, goes “agreed”.

Anyway Bail gets the bill passed and is elected chancellor, and immediately enters into negotiations with the Separatists (dooku mysteriously vanished, high-tailing it out of there when his master died, and suddenly the separatist forces are much less blood-thirsty and sentient-rights violating when he’s not leading them). Yoda retires to a swamp planet, Mace decides to de-centralize the Jedi Order, re-write a lot of rules and Jedi philosophy, and moves to a new Temple being built on Hoth or something.

The clones are freed, given citizenship, backpay, and reparations, funded mostly by the Senate taxing the shit out of the Banking Clans and the Trade Federation. They objected strenuously, but couldn’t really do much about it with an entire clone army breathing down their necks. There’s a big search for a home for the clones, and a planet that will agree to host them. This is when the clan leaders of the Mandalorian Houses come forward- not the New Mandalorians, but the Mandalorians of the traditional, warrior culture, kicked out of Mandalore by the new government, living as a diaspora all over the galaxy. They say they will claim the Clones as theirs, accept them as their own clan. Their motives are manifold- one, the Clones were trained by Mandalorians, including Jango Fett, and clone culture borrows a lot from the Mandalorians. Secondly, it’ll really piss off Satine Kryze’s government, Thirdly, the promises made to the clones in Organa’s bill could be leveraged into a win-win for the Mandalorian Clans and the Clones. The Clones get their citizenship, and the Mandalorian Clans get recognized as an independent political entity, separate from New Mandalore, and as such, not subject to their laws, and entitled to a Senator of their own, as well as protection and recognition for their citizens spread throughout the Galaxy.

Additionally, many planets offer citizenship programs to the clones, especially those whose populations had been decimated by the war. Governments are desperate for able-bodied people to come in and fill in the economic gap left by the war to stave off economic collapse. The Senate further creates programs to make it easier for clones to gain citizenship on planets that might not be so eager for them to live there, and for clones who are disabled and unable to work. So many clones end up with dual citizenship- Mandalorian Clans, and their home planet of choice.

Many choose to stay in the army- it’s familiar, it’s easier than trying to find a job and pay rent (especially when you’ve never heard of a job, salary, or rent growing up), it’s where their brothers are, and hey, they’re getting paid now. Anakin talks to Rex, and together, they take the 501st to the Outer Rim and wreck shit on the Hutts and their slave empire. After fulfilling his childhood dream of liberating Tattooine, Anakin retires to raise his children with his wife. Wolffe spends a few years traveling the galaxy alone, seeing new places and meeting new people. Eventually he returns to Coruscant, and when he leaves, a newly retired Plo Koon goes with him, and together they see as much of the galaxy as they can. Cody and Rex spend a while helping to settle their vod’e, taking the cadets and babies from Kamino and setting up home bases all over the galaxy, where they are raised by their older brothers. Cody discovers that he loves teaching. Rex finds out that he really likes kids. Eventually, Cody and Rex retire, but they still spend a lot of time with the clone children, and with their brothers. Ahsoka drops by every once in a while. Bail spends his career rooting out corruption and establishing requirements that Republic planets must elect their senators by popular vote. Everyone is reasonably content, oh and also Fives didn’t really die, he was wearing a blaster-proof vest and went into hiding, he rescued Echo and they both live the rest of their lives happily together.

#Clone Wars #SW TCW #cody #rex #aayla secura #plo koon #jedi not being stupid

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hitsugayarose · 7 years ago

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Tales of Team HAZL Chapter 2: Well This is Annoying

Artemis’s POV:

Training with my team is a pain, it’s not like they are bad people. But they don’t listen, well accept Levi. Though he does keep flirting with Zara and that’s a bit annoying, and then he and Hyō keep cracking jokes all the time. And that’s the other thing every time Levi wants to get Hyō’s attention he just yells ‘HYŌ’. It scares the shit out of Hyō, so that’s a little funny. I’m just glad that at the end of this week I’ll be working at the bar so I will have a weekend away from them.

That weekend I went to my apartment to get ready for my shift. Once at the bar I began to go around taking orders, running drinks and so on.

Hyō’s POV:

Backstage I was getting ready for the set. “Hey guys, my team is going to be coming tonight.” I inform them excitedly.

“Are you the leader?” James, the lead guitarist asks.

“No. Artemis the waitress is.” I reply.

“Then it’s not your team. It’s Artemis’s team.” Cody, the lead bassist says.

“Oh ha ha. Very funny.” I chuckle.

“Hey Hyō? You and your boyband ready? It’s time to go on.” Artemis says stepping into the room.

I turn and glare at her and throw a water bottle at her back as she leaves. She catches it not even turning around. “Thanks.” She takes a sip. “Bet you feel like shit now?” She laughs letting the door shut behind her.

We get ready and go on stage and start the set.

Artemis’s POV:

While Hyō and his boyband play I walk back to the front of the bar. Seeing that a couple had sat at one of my tables I walk over. “Welcome to Tails Bar, can I take your order?”

Before I have time to react a hand reaches out and grabs my tail gently pulling on it. “Is this real?” a voice I recognized asked.

Wrenching my tail free I smack him upside the head. “Yes Levi, it is. Don’t do that again.” Looking at the other person at the table I saw it was Zara. “What are you two doing here?”

“Hyō invited us.” She says. “Why didn’t you tell us you were a faunus?”

“Because I don’t need a bunch of humans staring at me. I mean have you seen the way some of the other students treat the faunus? It’s not something I really want to deal with.”

Levi turns to Zara and points at her laughing. “You’re the minority now.”

Both Zara and I looked at him confused. “What are you talking about? Everything is even, two girls two boys, two faunus two humans. How am I the minority?”

“Because I prefer the company of faunus.” He says.

I roll my eyes. “Yet another reason I didn’t say anything. So what do you two want?”

They ended up ordering two waters and some nachos. After taking their order back to the kitchen I walk over to another table. “Welcome to Tails Bar. May I take your order?”

“Artemis what are you doing working in such an establishment, being a student such as yourself?” I recognized that fast talking anywhere. Looking up I was met by the faces of Professors Ozpin, Oobleck and Glinda Goodwitch.

“Yes I would also like to know why you are here.” Goodwitch says looking over her glasses arms crossed. Ozpin simply leaned back in his chair, all three sets of eyes were on me as I explained.

“Well when I first moved here I needed a place to live so I got a job at the bookstore, but I couldn’t pay for my apartment with just that. I got a job here as a DJ but then Hyō’s band started playing cutting my days. So I had to pick up some extra hours as a waitress.” I quickly explain with a nervous laugh while they all just look at me.

“You know we have dorms.” Ozpin says slowly.

“Oh yeah I know I live in them.” I laughed nervously again. “It’s just when school isn’t in session I still need a place to live.”

“What about your family.” Goodwitch asked.

My tail drooped a little and I could tell that it did not go unnoticed by Ozpin and Oobleck. “Well my family and I are estranged.” One of my other tables waved me over. “I’ll give you a moment longer to look over the menu. Please excuse me.” I leave and go over to the other table.

By the time my break rolled around I was grateful. I stepped outside was glad for the cool night air behind the bar, taking a deep breath I leaned against the wall.

“Artemis.” A voice called out my name, turning my head in the direction I saw Ozpin walking towards me. “Can we have a moment to talk?”

Getting up off the wall I turned to him. “Of course Professor.”

“You know that there are programs at the school that can-”

I shook my head cutting him off. “I know that Professor Ozpin, but I need to make my own way and I don’t want to be in debt so I don’t really wanna borrow any money I have to pay back. It’s ok really, the owner makes sure that rowdy people don’t come back. It’s really not to bad.”

He looks at me for a while. “Well in that case, just be careful and let me know if you ever need help.”

“I will thank you.” He gives me a soft smile then heads back inside.

When my break is over and I get back inside one of my regulars is making a scene. He was drunk, again. With a sigh I go over and slip his arm over my shoulders. “Hey want me to call you a cab?” Out of the corner of my eye I could see Levi watching, I’m assuming in case he decided he needed to step in.

“I’m fine!” The man says his words slurring as he leans into me.

“Sir, I do believe that you are intoxicated and as such I do believe it would be better if you were to relocate to a different establishment, perhaps your home?” Oobleck says coming up next to me.

“I’m not drunk, you’re all DRUNK.” He hiccups gesturing around the bar. He tightens his arm on my shoulders. “Hey Artemis you should come home with me tonight.”

“I do-” before I finish my sentence Oobleck had be behind him and Levi had flashed over and gotten the man off of me.

“Hey bud how about I get you that cab and we leave the nice girl alone. Hm?” Levi starts walking the man out and before they are out the door I hear the man yell ‘I’m Catbug.’ And Levi sighed.

Once they were safely outside Oobleck turned to me. “Artemis are you aright, he didn’t do anything did he?”

“No I’m fine. That wasn’t really necessary. He’s harmless, normally I just laugh him off and get him into a cab. Honestly he means no harm.”

“Ah yes but it only takes one time for a man that intoxicated to do something that could harm you. You should be a lot more careful working in an establishment that sells alcohol such as this.” He pats my shoulder and goes back over to the other teachers.

By the time he left Levi was walking back over. “Are you-?”

I cut him off with a nod. “Yeah I’m ok. Thanks.” I flash him a smile then go back to work.

When Hyō’s set was done and my shift was over we sat with Levi and Zara at their table.

“This place is so cool.” Levi says looking around. “So many good looking faunus girls.”

“I don’t think I like where this is going.” I groan. “You can’t sleep with every single faunus girl you meet.”

“Challenge accepted.” Levi says with a cocky smile.

We laugh and Zara speaks up. “So Artemis what kind, um…” She trails off nervous.

“What kind of faunus am I?” I ask.

She nods and Hyō pipes up. “She’s a BITCH.”

I smack him with my tail. “I’m a snow wolf.”

“See like I said a bitch, like a female dog. Eh get it?” He laughs at his own joke and so does Levi while Zara and I face palm.

The four of us talked and joked around until it got late. With a yawn I stood and bid my teammates a good night and start waking back to my apartment.

Third Person POV:

As Artemis walks home she was unaware that she was being followed. Normally with her nose she could smell it, but the city was filled with strange scents so she had no idea that was until one familiar one crossed her nose and she froze.

‘It can’t be her, I left her, a while ago…’ Artemis thought looking around. ‘But there is no mistaking that scent it is definitely her.’ “You can come out Rouge. I know you’re there.”

A girl with long black hair and a devilish smile walked out of an alley her tail swinging slowly behind her. “It took you a while. You’re losing your touch.”

Artemis growled and glared at the new comer. The girl just simply smirked. “Rouge what are you doing here?”

“Adam has requested that you come home at once.” Rouge says leaning against the wall.

“I’m sure he wants that but I’ll have to decline.”

“Oh, because of that school of yours? You really think that the school, that your team, is going to accept you when they find out about...”

Artemis cut her off with a loud growl that tore through her throat. “Don’t you dare push me. You have no idea who you are dealing with.”

“Oh I think I do. Besides, I was there the day you left.”

“If that’s true then you know not to push me.” Two men grabbed Artemis from behind and she struggled against their grip. “Let me go!” She growls.

“Oh you really are a wolf aren’t you?” One of the men ask and he takes off her hat revealing her wolf ears.

“Hm you have two animal traits?” The second of the two men asked.

“Let’s go.” Rouge says.

As the group was getting ready to leave a shout was heard behind them, and the sound of running footsteps heard.

“Let her go!” Levi shouts.

“Oh dear looks like your team is here.” Rouge says to Artemis. “They could be trouble. Maybe I should stop them here.”

“You wouldn’t stand a chance.” Artemis scoffs.

“Adam told us not to get into a fight if we didn’t need to.” The first of the two men says. “Let’s go.”

The group of Faunus run off with Artemis and Levi yells at them to stop. “Zara, Hyō, go after them! I’ll go back to the bar and get the teachers!” Levi says before popping away.

Zara and Hyō go after their leader making sure to keep to the shadows as they follow the group.

Back at the bar however Levi was trying to find his Professors to tell them what happened. “Professor Ozpin!” Levi shouts seeing them.

“Levi what is it? What’s wrong? What has gotten you acting in a state such as this?” Oobleck asked.

“Some people came and took Artemis. They were Faunus.” Levi explains.

“Where did they go?” Ozpin asks.

“I don’t know but Hyō and Zara are following them. They will let me know where and then I can teleport us there.”

“Right. Let’s go outside and start heading to the last place you saw her. We can find clues there.” Ozpin says calmly. “Glinda head back to the school and make sure its secure.”

She nods and heads off, while Levi leads Ozpin and Oobleck to the place where Artemis was taken.

“Hyō they’ve stopped.” Zara says to her teammate. She was hidden behind a crate on the docks. “But why bring her here?”

“I don’t know.” Hyō answers. ‘If Adam was planning on bringing her back by force, then why did he send me to keep an eye on her? What is he planning?’ Hyō thought as he watched the group.

“I’ll let Levi know.” Zara says pulling out her scroll and calling him.

Artemis was struggling against the chains they put her in. “You really think these are going to hold me?!” she laughs.

“They will because you aren’t going to use that pesky semblance of yours. If you do and the school finds out I’m sure you will be expelled.” Rouge laughs.

“Look around, they aren’t here, and nobody is on the dock. What is stopping me?”

“Just because they aren’t here now doesn’t mean somebody won’t be quickly. Be it your team, or your professors, or even a civilian. Besides you and I both know that you can’t control it. And you are too afraid to hurt somebody to really let loose.”

Artemis bit her lip. Rouge was right, she doesn’t want to hurt anybody, but she also really, really doesn’t want to go back to her brother. With a growl, her eyes got bluer and colors started fading as her arms started growing fur. Her teeth got longer and she barked at Rouge. “You underestimate how much I don’t want to go back to my brother.” Artemis struggles on the chains and pulls them tight trying to get to Rouge. “And how much I hate you!”

“What is happening to Artemis?” Zara whispers to Hyō.

“Just stay back, trust me.” Hyō says hand on Zara’s shoulder ready to pick her up and run.

“Oh please I know this is just a show.” Rouge says. “You don’t have what it takes to follow through.” Artemis changes back falling to the ground. Rouge was right, she never could be as ruthless as her brother was.

An airship lands behind them. “Looks like our ride is here. Oh I can’t wait to see what Adam plans to do with you. He told us to keep you alive because he plans on dealing with you personally.” Rouge laughs.

Just as the two men grab the chains binding Artemis three figures appear before them with a pop.

“I will thank you kindly to release my student.” Professor Ozpin says coolly. With another pop Levi had himself and Oobleck next to Artemis and the two men holding her. “Not that I am giving you a chance.”

As Ozpin says his last sentence, Levi and Oobleck knock the men back. Oobleck grabs Artemis and Levi grabs Ooblecks arm and teleports them behind the crates next to Hyō and Zara.

“Bout time.” Zara says. “Artemis are you ok?” She asks worried about her team leader.

“Yeah I’m fine I just need to get these chains off.” Artemis says as Oobleck sets her down on her feet.

“I got the key.” Levi says getting them off.

Artemis sniffs the air. “There are more of them coming from the airship. Ten in all.” She growls.

“Why do they want you miss Artemis what have you done to anger them so?” Ooblek asks.

“They are trying to take me back to my brother.”

Sounds of fighting start as Rouge and Ozpin start fighting.

“You four should call your weapons I don’t think we will be getting out of here without a fight.” Oobleck states before joining the fight himself.

Team HAZL call their weapons and prepare to fight. Even with the two teachers at their side the fight was proving difficult. At some point Artemis started fighting Rouge.

As they traded hits back and forth it appeared to be evenly matched, both sides fighting with their hands as opposed to their weapons. The rest of her team was faring well, Zara keeping back by the crates to snipe hits from the cover they provided, seeing as she was not an experienced close-range fighter. Levi using his various collected semblances to stay out of their reach and getting them to attack each other. Hyō dodging around with his agility and knocking them out with his billy club.

The only fight that seemed to be taking the longest was Rouge and Artemis.

“You don’t belong with the humans. Come home willingly and Adam will take it easy on you.” Rouge teased dodging a punch.

“No! I will never go back! The White Fang are nothing but bullies now! And Adam is no longer my brother and you can tell him that.” Artemis says dodging a kick.

They continue to pass blows until Rouge aims her electrified whip towards Oobleck’s back and Artemis, using her semblance to give her speed a boost, blocks it. “Ah!” The whip wraps around Artemis’ wrists that she had held up to defend her face.

“You can’t beat me without using your semblance. Just admit it. You are weak, and I’m going to kill you, and then your team here.”

“You will not touch them!” Artemis shouts.

Her eyes again became bluer and color started fading from her vision as she glared at Rouge. No now she wasn’t a person or even a Faunus, now she was Artemis’ prey. Fur started covering her arms starting from the hands and traveling up the arms then down her legs to her feet. In a swift movement she broke free of the whip and ripped off her jacket letting it fall to the ground. The jumper she wore ripped as her size doubled. Her hands started growing claws and her tail got bushier. She rips off her bag and it falls to the ground along with her weapon along with the shredded remains of her jumper. Her body now fully covered in fur and becoming more wolf like by the second.

Rouge aims her whip again and as she swings it in the air Artemis grabs Oobleck and dodges out of the way setting him back down on the ground. “Run!” She barks at the others.

“WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW!” Hyō shouts, he grabs Levi and runs back to Zara. “IT’S NOT SAFE HERE! LEVI, GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE NOW! TAKE US TO BEACON!”

“We can’t just leave her here!” Levi says.

“Fine but at least get us to a rooftop away from here.”

Levi looks around grabs his teammates and with a pop they are on a rooftop a little distance away but are still able to see the fight. “What is going on with her?” Levi asks looking at Hyō.

“It’s her semblance. She becomes an actual wolf. But one that is two times the size of a real one, she has the speed strength and mentality of a wolf. Friends and foe disappear from her mind, she will attack anybody who gets in her way. She can’t control it; that’s why she told us to run.” Hyō says as he watches the scene unfold in front of him, his voice is initially void of any emotion. As he remembers the last time he saw this happen, his stare intensifies, and his panic starts showing in his voice. “We either need to calm her the hell down now, OR WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE HERE TONIGHT MAN!!”

He had not been there for the fight but he saw the aftermath, it was the day Artemis left the White Fang. Adam was not happy by his sister’s choice to leave and when he tried to change her mind, a fight broke out and the camp was nearly destroyed and Adam was nearly killed. The camp was in ruins and several people had been hurt.

Rouge lets out a laugh. “You must learn to control that temper of yours, that is why the cats always win against stupid dogs like you.”

Artemis now down on all fours, her feet now paws, runs after Rouge. Catching her, Artemis swipes at her, scratching her arm as Rouge jumps back just a second too late.

“I think I’ll take my leave now.” She and the other Faunus who were apart of the battle retreat to the airship and leave.

Artemis lets out a howl as the transformation nearly completes itself. The only remaining part of her that resembles a human is her face, which is covered in fur.

“We need to get her back to normal.” Ozpin says as Artemis turns to him and Oobleck. “And we can’t let her get into the city in this state.”

“I know but how are we supposed to stop her? We must be careful not to hurt her and that we don’t get to hurt this is truly a dilemma though she is a dog perhaps I have an idea!” Oobleck quickly runs over to some of the broken crates and grabs a plank of wood. As he does this Artemis lunges for him but Ozpin intercepts her as the last moment pushing her away. “Here girl!” Oobleck calls holding up the piece of wood and waving it in the air. “Fetch!” He shouts throwing it away from where Ozpin had tossed her.

The rest of team HAZL just stood dumbfounded at what Oobleck had just done from their safe place on the roof.

“Did he just yell at her to fetch?” Zara asked.

“I think so.” Levi says.

“What’s worse is I think it worked…” Hyō adds.

Artemis, upon seeing the piece of wood stopped growling and looked at it curious. When Oobleck threw it she watched it as it sailed through the air. For a second it looked as if she might go after it but she then turned back to Oobleck and growled.

“What was that?!” Ozpin said as dumbfounded as team HAZL.

“It was worth a shot.” Oobleck ran up to Artemis and dodged a swipe of her paw. “Bad Artemis. This is not how we treat our friends or our teachers, you need to change back this instant the threat is gone and therefore there is no longer any reason for you to continue to act in such an unfriendly manor!” All the while he was saying this he was dodging swing after swing of Artemis’ paws. After the last swing of her paw he jumped in the air and landed on her back.

Artemis was confused and looked around for the fast-talking professor, it wasn’t until he landed on her back that she knew where he was. She proceeded to thrash about trying to knock him off.

Oobleck thinking he had nothing else to lose, and not wanting to have to resort to knocking his student out cold, began scratching behind Artemis’ big ears. After a moment her tail started wagging and she backed her head into the touch letting out a happy bark. Slowly she began turning back. Oobleck shed off his jacket and put it over Artemis before all the fur was gone from her body.

When she had finally transformed back she was out cold, and she hoped she stayed that way for a while because she knew that she would have a lot of explaining to do when she came to again.

The rest of team HAZL popped over, Hyō and Zara got Oobleck’s coat on Artemis and Zara buttoned it up. Once they were finished Oobleck picked up his student and carried her over to Professor Ozpin and Levi, who had retrieved Artemis’ weapon bag and jacket.

“So let me get this straight.” Hyo said. “Fetch doesn’t work but scratching behind the ears does?!”

Oobleck shrugged. “My only other option was to knock her out and seeing as she is a student and I would prefer not to do such a think I decided it was best to, try something else. If that had not of worked then I would have knocked her out, but it all worked out in the end.”

“We should all head back to the school.” Ozpin said. And the group headed back with lots of questions in their heads.

#Tales of Team HAZEL #bartholomew oobleck #bartholomew oobleck x oc #rwby ozpin #ozpin #rwby

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throwingideasatthewall · 4 years ago

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Clone Wars Kidnapped

Also, yeah how do you follow up an episode like that?

Also isn’t this like the second kidnapped episode?

You know we actually needed the levity so that I am completely OK with the saving a thing plot,

Gives time to breathe-

Ho-nest, This place looks pretty neat,

[Though they still knowingly enabled Tox be hav-ior]

This is the equivalent of someone ditch -ing productivity, And att -em pt Ing To Go Straight To creat-iv-ity Before anything’s set up,]

And I should really be careful not to get distracted by the pretty lights,

Wa- rr ior-

Well least tox

Whe lp, In- Sti gators , Fe ck, - Oh hey that war we enabl -ed

Whelp

Okay, seriously who is that guy? (Normally I wouldn’t be so nervous (but the last few episodes Not Krell The under water One) Introduced a guy of a random species that we have never heard or seen of and he died before we ever did,

So,

I’m a Little Nervous , (I like different species,)

His design seems nice ... Neu tral.

Yet we won’t assume the amount of accoun- tability necessary to enforce it Don’t get me wrong; I don’t want an infinity war

But if you enable, be prepared for the consequences and/or to push it back, (what ever You Left,) Whenever it comes for your life, For the rest of it, (Or until you snap and hold it accountable,)

Pro-tection

Usual spiel but it works.

You know that would’ve worked really well with overinvolved positivity,

Though at this point it’s pretty clear they are going for the clear-cut Jedi- are Posit Ive Ly Over- Involv e -d- (Sith - negative)

And more so general “everyone is a shithead,” Kinda Vibe.

Which is perfectly fine,

Why?

That’s a lot

[also never mind with the - warning - or get into lines,]

Obi-Wan looks really young-er in the scene for some reason

-His face

-it’s too smooth

- and are his eyes a bit bigger?

Also yeah they specifically told us not to get involved and that they were going to do it on their own I-n. Ia tiv e

But screw that

“Let’s escalate the situation!”

Despite that being literally what the dude fears and probably his nightmares

[screw respecting other adult’(s) initia tive]

I know Dooku is implied to be really feckin tox also

But talk means nothing

Dude has to have the actions Attempt it on himself and decide what to do for himself,

He’s decided to enable, Ain’t nothing that can be done about that,

[What was that look?

[also did Obi-Wan not ask what happened down there?]

Great

Time for warfare

For the Jedi that can’t take a “no,” For an an -swer

Gr -e a-t - ? Voice -act -ing - People Shield - What, I’ve- Watch -ed The Watton Boar - Arc- - -Battle

Yeah but it’s -also pretty bullshit - (when have the separatist ever respected the Gen eva convention?)

Rex- Has a Feck’in Point

(Also that doesn’t tell them anything this could be basic clankers when no in fact they are commando droids )

Ana Kin’s Voice De-eper?

Com -man do-

[I have a feeling they’re really trying to contest the we have no fig -h-ters)

Lin e- - A-g ain-

O-h Sir, Oh, , Also, how?

But also ok that guy,

Surprisingly, calm ly spoken-

So this could make a great scene contrasting Obi- won’s I believe moral nature, With another strategist that seems to be believing some kind of chivalry

[Also, OH SHIT, is that where they’re keeping the pris oners,

Whelp

Anakin is a dick to holograms,

Seriously you could’ve just turned it off,

[if you had news or opinion to share ?)-

Ok, where the fuck?

[Don’t, get me wrong I know Anakin, was an ex slave, Everything else is new.. .

Including his rage towards it,

Me,

Hey, they’re being smart about this, - Up- s- et-

Yes, thank you, did I miss something?

P-ast

Doesn’t justify any of this bullshit. .

I mean,

Literally no one is smarter than anyone else

So Ana Kin, , OK but that’s a whole different species and/or a group - - this is not “past” this is I just hate feck -ing sl-av er s - And possibly un-vented anger at trauma- - Either way pretty damn va -lid - Dis- trust - Whe-

Oka-y , I don’t-

Also is that an animal or sentient? - A game I find myself playing to no One ‘s Cha -grin- -, Oh

Arro gan -c- e

Ah- tak e? , Also he has a non-evil pet - That’s kinda cute

But also kinda sad, Hint,ing at the fact Dude was probably intended to be some kind of animal focus (Someone who works around or just generally likes animals - special ity)

Before he went corrupt

(Showing some interest in keeping them out of the battlefield, And Fond-ness)

Or this could just be a short han d-e d symbolism For slavery and grooming - Both -work - Do -Tell - [oh yeah dude totally gave away his plan,]

Despite Obi-Wan almost clearly not being in earshot

Nice interaction * introduction

Also ,doesn’t he already know, Holo-gra -m - Formal in- tro duc- tions - Are Nice, - Er-

Seriously what is up with these two people?

Also why did dude growl?

For people that look like cats they sure act like dogs (Bor- d -er) (Nothing wrong with that- just- curious- “ -i

How?

Also they’re just really shout-ing their plans out here aren’t they?

S-u -rr en- der- - Obi- won still playing along.. —— W-help - He gave him a chance - Whelp-

O-k

Honestly he’s acting pretty calm and diff-erent-ly characterized, The Kenobi we know wouldn’t raise a hand to help even himself (In ani.) Also I’m surprised Aniken hasn’t stumbled across anything by now,

Thought that would be the crutch of the narr-ative tension in the office,

But Aight , Calling the chips early is completely fine I will never have an issue with chara- ter -(s- acting slightly smarter than expected,

Though wish Anakin had shown some kind of initia- tive-

Like the stories telling us that he’s really pumped up “about the whole slave thing,” . . . But has just found nada when it comes down to rescuing the slaves, Or just finding any hints about this oper -ation in general,

To summarize; What the heck has Aniken been doing the last minute and a half ~ ? No-thing

[like if everyone had told him to chill due to his clear aggression believe he caused some harm in his rage,

And sent Ahsoka in-stead

That would make a lot more sense,

[and make up Obi- wan look like less of a Irrational Dick By sh(ar-ing) Anakin‘s backstory without any permission or reason,

While there he might have to explain to Ahsoka why he’s sending her and not Anakin,]

Just- Writer Th- ough -t- - Treat- ment - “ You have broken through my defenses,”

Emotionally or ... physically? . . Never mind-

Would’ve been nice if someone actually took him up on that offer - (Like some villain(/enabler) is like you know what my job sucks, my boss sucks, I could really use an nap...

Sure] .. They were just standing there ... doing nothing,

Like, Dude literally just said there were bombs planted all over the city,

And, no one’s in a ru-sh to fix that-

Or use them to find the kidnapped people..

[I mean fair ... but geez.

Colo -nists,

Again, where are they? . . . You supposedly sent Anakin to find - them but we haven’t seen anything - Also yeah the dude is totally going to give up his only bargaining chip . . . After being out gunn -ed- - Well - Also you have one button that only activate(s one mine?

Like did you, set that up just for the purpose of in-timi dating people

Also congrats you likely threw away your only bargaining chip - because from his point of view the explosion already went off- - And he doesn’t know that you had one specific button just for that one mine- - (Like it doesn’t sound that loud but he could’ve gotten hear-ing probl-em (s-) from the near- by explosions, )

We- ll-

“Col-on-ists,”

Oh good thing you told him after you destroy-ed the thing-

And he didn’t go into attack mode and you have a light saber press-ed to your throat-

dumb

I’m sorry but that’s just so adorable

Look at it;

Man like(s soft squishy things and he doesn’t seem to be hurt ing- -it,

Like, How ?

Also, did no one check for that shit?

Like, No-

Me- dic

Wh- el p-

Bo-

Several people -just died And he comforts the robot.. .

Dick

Also, Maybe It’s be cause Cody is Obi-Wan’s Gen. (Generation or General) Doesn’t make much of a dif-ference? - That this flies? (I mean I can understand him not giving too much of a heck, Due to this being a war caused by this guys’ Gen, But seriously,)

Also yeah kinda ,dick , Screw medical attention,

Well,

That’s a lot of faith for a whole lot a nothing,

Also let’s go do the thing we were supposed to be doing this entire time,

(I think)

My brain started going numb and I half paid attention - Oh, wait

now we’re getting into the back story?

After they’re on the planet

Without any pre-emption?

-Er

My brain cells are asleep, - Al -ive - Seriously, what is up with the -bird thing,

(I really hope it factors into his character)

Or is brought up

Frust- trat- Ion

“Zy,”

Dude they’re slave traders I really don’t think you want to do that (Just a thought)

Also maybe suggest trading him some exotic animals,

Dude seems to have a pen -chant

And he seems to treat them re- lati vely well,

(There are some in cages but that just seems to be for transport, ) - no I thought you should ever take animals out of a pre- ferr ed Safe climate

But he could have one set up abet a smaller one,

Wha? (The voice acting there was weird,)

Also, really?

That’s the competition?

(Is there ever a tradition..

That isn’t fighting?)

Also, okay,

but is it like some kind of style of fighting?

(I swear he you challenges him to sword fighting.)

Then again Zy- ger- Ian- fighting-

Dif-ferent rules could be interesting

Possibly establish Obi-Wan as a well traveled man,

(So long as he isn’t allowed to use his feck -in light saber, -) (Which Anakin hasn’t been doing at all,

Also lower ed risks are nice,

Again, not saying anything about deactivating em,

Also what the fuck is with that guy’s facial expressions,

Like ever since that moment it has gone insane, (As in I can’t for my life read what they’re trying to express, And that is the closest translation; I can come up with,

Never mind - he’s an asshole - Even th-

Screw It

(The logic is not on the high setting with this one.”

Any way, Per-

That’s

[do you know how back when I was revie- wing the movie I thought about how the escalation one from 1 to 10 and the characterization switched on a dime?

-Not to insult,

But this is starting to feel a lot like that-

My brain already very checked out at this point-

Because I really don’t need it for this- - W-

Constant Characteri-zation?!

What-

[Excuse me while I sit over here drinking my ‘wtf just happened,’ juice

You know when I was reviewing (Earlier) scenes like this; I used to give it somewhat of a pass saying; (Some thing along the lines of)

Well people change on a dime,

Which I’m starting to realize getting further into this; Is that you need some kind of sentiment Or pre- -empt To Connect Those Thoughts - The eyes need to narrow - The body language needs to change - The music (perhaps) a subtle change in tone; - It can’t change on that much of a dime -

I don’t need a lot; Just some kind of indication about what the feck just happened, - Because otherwise it’s just spaghetti - Like I’m sorry but it’s true- - The expressions before were completely unreadable and down right- unhuman,

There was no word ,cues to indicate anything

And the music which could’ve been a brief Cue, Of whether this is supposed to be abrupt or instigated, Well I don’t, think there is any,

Fix scen; e

This guy smirks, possibly chuckling, the bird leaving his arm-, possibly pre-facing it with, “ well then, let’s be-gin,” or a body posture is simply leaning in before pouncing,

Telling me this is part of the plan,

And that’s Zygrians value a more wild style of fighting with the element of surprise being emphasiz ed-

Which makes sense considering what seems to be a hunting focus,

With snark following up either confirming or denying,

That as true (Or False)

That his actions were prec- edent- ed or not,

As it stands,

There was no Cue

And I’m completely lost. . . . Whel -p

Well that was a bunch of nothing . . . Which is a shame because it had a lot of good subjects to focus on, Slavery, the difference between Wild and Order, tam-ing, groom- Ing, Cap- tivity - The concept of an invasive species,

Unfortunately the writing is so inconsistent, And generally poor, That it can’t carry a beat for longer than a few min-utes

Well I’ve noticeably praised the attempt to take on a higher intensity material

That doesn’t give an excuse for the apparent drop in quality

Often; i’ve said that stupid villains are fine

However the thing that often irritates me in those episodes; Isn’t that the villain’s Stupid

It’s the lack of self-awareness (Not in the poking fun of one’s self way)

Is that it isn’t framed that way,

(No snark, very little realistic the consequences without drawing attention to it, And very little change except the villain is now Stupider Though it attempts to keep the same dramatic tension and stakes)

In sum -mary:

While I think this episode had a lot of interesting concepts to work with they will unfortunately Wasted By the episode lack of commitment, consistency, and constant characterization,

Most notably;

- Anakin’s resent -ment Of slavery (His care of it turns off and on like a light switch and his intensity varies)

Functioning less like a Berzerk/. accountability button (Mild Responsibility)

And more like an excuse to have him flip his lid,

Make odd facial expressions,

And generally put, shout put emphasis In a nonsensical bordering on inhumane way

What seems to be a disturbing trend (with the characters ;)

Specifically the Zygarian here

And Ani

-The difference between wild and tamed; Along with a constant theme of slavery, It’s paired with the constant imagery of animals in cages

Which would be fine if it was actually presented as an excessive detail,

But the focus is put on it and nothing ever seems to come of it

(Almost as if it’s expected that just by having it there, the motif comes with it)

Which no

Animals in cages and... What?

Like, I have an idea what they’re trying to hint at,

But until the story commits;

“These animals are very much like you,”

Then it remains in limbo,

As wasted time And wasted emphasis, -

The Zy- Gar Ian (s) backstory; Note this works off another point about captivity,

Now, from the little bits, I could get from the conversation;

The Republic inter fer r e d, Note; this seems to be a pretty big deal

The antagonist esp ecially affec t- e-d

By It,

But we never learn much about it or him (How it affected)

Yeah he re-peats Some po-ints; But it’s never elaborate- d on

What exactly hap-pened to him?

What exactly hap-pened with the conflict?

How?

To be more precise; This presents the idea of a rather fas- cin- at ing conflict about the over- involve-ment of an outside species into a Nother’s Planet - And I don’t think it really utilizes it

Drop ping it almost instantly, For an almost emotion- less fi- gh t, Where are dude repeats ‘they were happy, And generally everything except “I” (How he was affected) Or any authentic emotion

Just unread able inhumane expressions . . . Not much in the way of themes, motifs, Or anything of real sub- stance- - Sub Category; The clones got injured in an attack; This is not treated with any sort of heaviness - Or even note (Nor to the status/ theme of captiv- ity- or Sta Tus In The Empire-)

Or represen-tation of order,

(And is quite point blank pointless)

Not to speak of the ending where the Anakin is almost point-blank informed That the captives are being held on Ty- Ger ia/ By the Ty- ger-ians

Po-int being; This is pretty subst antless Sn -ack, That lacks any kind of consis tence

- And isn’t. worth the watch,

(With nothing set up)

(Might’ve wanted to go with an R2-D2/ (CpO?) episode) Work on that tone first

Before trying anything serious, With that robots scream of absolute terror upon its death..

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Clone Wars Episode 20

Innocents of Ryloth

Oh no it’s a two-parter

Writers, You have struggled to make one normal part Episode of above Mediocre Quality -One- To Date,

You’re Not- [not sure ‘skilled enough’ is the Correct term, but I- Don’t Have Faith you Can Do This Well-] Just No-

And it’s called “Innocents of Ryloth,”

Oh no

Might as well get this out-of-the-way;

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

With my subsequent rage out of the way;

Before we get into the episode;

Let’s Get into it!

The cost of war can never be truly accounted for

.............Okay?

Okay... [Aight, don’t remind me of last episode

That’s not something you should refer to with any fondness...

Anyway...

Basic Recap Over. [Though They Do Have Obi-wan and Mace Windu Work Ing Together]

The Jedi’s Second ranked (Highest) Jedi Master With what seems to be the Lowest (Besides Anakin, Who Doesn’t Count As a Master)

I can’t Imagine He’s Kind Based On What He - Enabl-

Going on - With the episodes;

With Obi-Wan and Windu talking

Obi-Wan acting semi adult - Almost to the point Of A Real One...

Anyway ...

Windu Being Semi- Encouraging —- And Focus -ed — Natives - He’s Not Rolli -ng His Eyes — App arently - Not - - Very - Slow - De s c- en d-

- Okay

- What-ever - Alright - Clouds! - Oh - Now - Here- - These droids seem -relatively -Sandy-

Like they don’t have as much color - Also - That - Dude’s - Just lay - ing back chilling - With - - Holo- Gram- - - -

You must not allow - - Dude he’s rocked up in a cozy chair...

I just don’t think he’s going to be that much help (Just A Thought)

Also how did your last in superior go after you said that?

Fair enough correlation Is Not Cau- sation

(And the last guy apparently did make it out in an escape pod!) - - Proton - - Cannon

Dear God I know he’s a robot But mG is he Dry,

Like the Desert!

“On your Cannon,”

Then he might be screwed - Because initiative is the only Strength Humanity happens to have Over Robotics; And why children surviving any sort of robot attack; Is debatable

On one hand; They’re trained with a laser sword

So, that Might Work

But anybody trying to just yeet the fecker (Or have any initiative Beyond cannon fodder,)

Might kill Them

(Because the whole point Of ro botic Exercises Is To Think Around Some-thing With Semi-sentient Reasoning- With-out Hurting A Sentient —- And going against something you can’t physically overwhelm . . Normally. . . Children ... Can’t...

Do That ...

With that lesson in robotics over ...

Dude is willing to kill a bitch (I- don’t like this Roomba- - (It’s terri fying! - Good job writers- No I don’t think I’m supposed to be more scared of him then your primary antagonist . . . Aight

I mean

They’re Adults. .

They can take care of them selves

(Though that was admittedly part of the mission)

Okay, Whelp,

That’s not - ominous

Nope- Not at All-

Okay - Here..

To prove that you’re not completely useless to the Jedi Council . .

We came to aid the Twileks . . We came to enable the Abusers! (And neglecters, No Stretch,)

Aight ... Okay . . Destroy their home . .

You fucked it up so severely i’m surprised there isn’t a warning on the aid packet; May destroy your home (Ca -ution!)

Cody

Dude whenever has Cody been characterized as such? you two (You and Anakin) had a snipe contest Not To Long Ago . . . About how Rex was more likely to be the berserker ...

And yeah he is ....

Time has shown he’s willing to escalate the situation at every point.

So why are you riding Cody‘s coattails for?

Oh no he’s just telling Cody to give the instructions...

“No rockets or Detonators,”

The whole league of machine gun guys: Awwww (Sadly packs away artillery

Rex; (Some-where); Lam-e!

(Continuing on with the (actual) story; Check your aim, that one guy;

He had Five fecking guns

(And he’s clearly trying)

Oh he’s the (designated) complainer for this episode

Ado -rable

How long till he commits war crimes?

Oh he’s already racist

And plotting murder

Oh this is going to be a fun episode

(Ser- iously how did the guy end up on the rule abiding squad?

Shouldn’t he be on Anakin’s team? )

Enemy Is in range...

Slightly less genocidal Roomba . . .

Is helpful . . .

Whelp

. . .

Shit

That’s great . . .

Shouldn’t they retreat . . . out of range . . To a safer altitude level

Or end up like that guy?

[least it isn’t anakin fucking up this time.] . .

Move! Give an order!

[seriously? Was no one watching that?

No Shit!

Oh no they pissed off Windu!

First bitching at Kenobi

[Fair Fair,]

Just thought he’d do more than that

Being second in command and the second most “powerful”

Take out those guns

Do your fecking job Kenobi

[Master -Windu - At some point

Kenobi’s like adult voice time

“Pull back,”

Windu; I-

Return- ing to the actual story

Alright, Well, Feck

(Hope they’re okay)

Challenge

Dude someone just got shot down you dip shit

Hyping up = last thing you should be doing

First thing; checking up on those guys!

Like Seriously; Are they ok?

Two Ships-

....

No Rein -force Ments-

Well, that sucks!

“here we go again,”

Ha-ha, hah!

That is the only correct reaction to Kenobi

(I feel bad for his men but there was no other reaction to the lay-about trash fire that is Kenobi

Good for them for having some humor about the situation Bad for them for enabling (the trash fire) and staying inside (the) toxic situation

Whelp only one ship left

No point in landing out of their aim

No Obi-Wan had to land right on it And for his dramatics those men had to die

(Good job Kenobi)

Transports

(Gunships)

Ship One Ship

(Good job Kenobi!)

“Just as I calculated,”

Okay, that was actually kinda funny

Right, Okay

Predators

Subtle there’s always a bigger fish

Okay, Some One Else Sur vived!

[A Damn miracle]

- -

Running - - Running - - Running

... into the Forest!

(Off they go)

That’s Big

Oh no the babies (Again I don’t really give a shit for the adults)

They can get out of this)

Holy - That’s some big guns - And they can - move! - Well fuck

Some one’s clearly winning the arms race - And it’s clearly not General “No explosives,” Kenobi

Or the , ”clones don’t have the necessary equipment to take down a tank,” Republic

Okay, Prepare for their ground assault, Right

Aight —- Okay

Movement

Aww, They talk when he isn’t around

Also, did they not-

Communication is key

If they did the Jedi would be surrounded and dead by now

They actually did find some thing instead of making them the butt of the joke

Good job writers, you wrote smart side characters/ Minions,

Whelp

Hey the clones are actually doing something useful

They haven’t had a chance in a while

Good on them

Not for enabling the military complex

But at least for doing their job competently

“Go, Go, Go,”

You shouldn’t be encouraging this

Cover is your friend, Cody

It’s not Obi-wan’s

Completely one- sided

His hatred of it

The flipping light saber things shouldn’t make them immortal

You need some limits movie

It causing noticeable physical exhaustion

It requiring extreme focus

That move is too over powered (And while humans are space orcs we do have some instances we can’t survive)

(Depending on willingness and skill of healer)

The vacuum of space, Surprise Murder, Anything from the higher tier list (Deserts, Frozen Waste Lands, Metal (Depending on efficientness of healer) Glass, Poison Flowers (Etc)

And including whatever shooting out of the guns which I’m certain is on the higher tier

Note; also this only applies to things that are “Surprise” As, if you can see it coming, You can use your abilities To manipulate the environment And Get out the way

My Crits regarding “Them not surviving this,” Are mostly they decide to play Death Tag And the Force being synonymous with subjective accountability Protec.

Point being; they survive this

Also they’re focusing a lot on Cody right now

Is he going to get shot?

Whelp

Someone died

“The banker is going to be a problem general,”

Yeah...

“Leave the bunker to me,”

I’ll do nothing about it

“Bringing your troopers at my signal,”

Great idea

“You two wanted of action,”

No they wanted a smooth mission This is gaslighting Obi-Wan

Only one of them is a war criminal (In the making)

And he wanted to blow things up (Nothing like you said)

“Follow me,”

‘Well damn, that’s an order, whether or not it’s true...

Okay, Whelp

Abandoning their squad clearly won’t change any of their choreography (Or movement patterns) .... Okay .... Alright

Let’s take them out

Now

Whelp

Also now they have explosives...

Okay,

We only see them when they don’t need the Jedi to make a cool moment

But... Okay

Help

Hey they managed

So did you not just say no explosives?

Like I thought that was a whole thing right before...

Dear God... the one time you shouldn’t use explosives

And Obi-Wan can handle the situation

He decides to put innocents in danger

There are “innocents” behind that wall

*how much is dependent

We did hear a baby cry though

Oh it’s electric

Ok, never mind proceed

(Though that could’ve gotten someone)

Jedi Cheating

Good Job

Also, what’s with that bell noise?

It’s not wrong, Just a little weird

(For an electric noise)

“Covered Us,” Kinda

Obi-won did help -

Alright - Cool - Ass-kickin

“Outer Defenses,”

Good communication

Overrun the village perimeter

That’s... a lot of initiative, for a bot

I mean...

Find out how the Jedi plan to attack - - Nice

Roger ... Roger

Good For Him

Stealth Expert

Smoke

Whelp what’s going on there?

Also part of the wall is a secure

The others might not be aware But it’s good to keep subtlety

We didn’t see them take on that whole wall

Are we moving onto the Guns, - Which And Where

Droids have in store for us

Irony!

Best man —- Fair

*Also does this mean the commanding droid thought those were two of his best? Cause Awww

“Scout,”

Double Irony!

Dramatic irony?

I think so

“Boil, Waxer!”

Fair? (Why is there a war criminal On squad, Again?

Best

Cocky sons-

Good for those guys

Aight ... �� Whelp

Okay,

Whelp

Yeah

In-habitants

This isn’t a city but all right - Where are they?

Pro -bably

That

(Or the droids...”

You two split up

Great splitting -up

(O’6-

Oh he didn’t tell the other guys that

Trust?

Yes sir Ob edience

Neat

Glad they told their names at the beginning of the section

Is a bit hard

In the ar-mor-

-Creepy

Weren’t you the one down to like nuke everything?

Like, you should be used to ruins

Think they killed all of them

Oh sorry might’ve gotten them messed up

“Homes,”

Which one is the war criminal again?

Because that kind of characterization just kinda dropped

With both being semi- curious

(Maybe he got the fight out of a system?)

Unlikely..

....

Had a what...

Okay, pretty sure that’s him

Huh..

Choice

That’s bullshit the adults at least had a choice

Enabling a war Is a choice

Okay ....

Aight

Getting back to the plot relevant stuff

Aight

They’re very good at hiding

Looks like clone helmets stacked on the trash

Not necessary suspicious

Okay...

Whelp

Neat..

Nice

Whelp

Surprised they found something ahead of the scout Team But it happens

Also that Guy’s name is Woolly ... Inter esting name

Is All

Whelp . . .

Shit..

That’s a tank

Heck .... Whelp

Wait

Twi’leks

Survivors .... Hostage

Inte rest Ing

Odd

“We have to report this,”

Good Idea

Whelp

There’s a thing

Inter esting-

Aight

What -ever

Is there a more fuck you way to message?

It’s glowing.!

Also good for the droids for getting one win

It’s small surmountable details that make this work

Shields

Windu

Why...

...

Impossible...

Don’t spell your whole entire plan Kenobi

Plan...

...

Okay,

Just general stuff

Also “You have faith in general Kenobi,”

No you don’t

No one does

(Man is a dump -ster fire

So we’ve seen ....

Everything we have

You’re making it too easy for them Kenobi

General Kenobi

The Dumpster fire

“Deceptive maneuver,”

Laying around and maybe pulling something out of his ass, last minute

Roger .... Roger

Download his file

“ wow there’s nothing here-”

And all my jokes, that file is going to be the death of this guy

The Files bought the last guy in

Maybe it speaks for whatever kind of guy Watton-boar is

That, that’s how he demands leader ship. Which isn’t a bad idea...

.... By assumed authority standards

Aka, they are going to get their ass kicked either way

Right, Oh things are happening over here,

Right, Okay

Right-

Kay

Aww, it’s a BAAABY

(In a war zone)

And those or authority claimers (Both now and by the end of the story)

Oh no authors

What’re you doing to my heart ...

Girl ...

Fair

That is kind of the numb emotionless expression I was going for

Maybe less nervousness?

But that could just be natural response to pressure

It’s possible

And alright so far

[not Ahsoka levels]

And pretty passable ...

Whoa whoa whoa

Also I think this is a good time to address; The Moving Of An Under Duress Generation; The order typically goes;

1. Create a safe base for the child to permanently habitat (Till 22)

2. Move child

As they don’t have a safe place to move the child (where it won’t be in danger of over-involvement of either kind

Waxer/Boil (Is tech nically correct with his hesitance)

Un- fortunately the best situation here is very likely to leave the child

Well it’s very unfortunate

And I won’t even try to sugarcoat it

They are just not in the condition, where they can taking in a child Without causing it further harm

And that —— has to be acknowledged ... And accepted

....

For the time being

Anything ..... ... Something

It’s an unfortunate circumstance ...

The best thing you can do is fix the world

. And come back for them

* If you remember

“Take her with us,”

Slow us down

Or get kil-led

*She ducked away from loud voices

I am mildly concer n ed

“look she’s afraid of us,”

Yeah,

Also, “Afraid,”. Not so much, More so she’s been ordered to do that

Children aren’t aware of self

So, they aren’t capable of fear *Or Em -otions

Quick, Hide,

It’s good logic

Her parents (Enablers) Wouldn’t tell her to hide from other people

Likely told only to come out if she saw people “Heard People,”

Or avoid the ones with guns

Both would explain the behavior

Whelp

That’s Good

Recon ..... Movie

“Her here,”

Ouch-

Fine we’ll take her

Armed

“Ow,”

Her parents must’ve ordered

Surprisingly they did get that scene right,

There was no malician

Just orders

“Scarying Her,” Activat-ing flee orders

Droids

No- more so an order about the gun

There we go - human

You can see the connection - - The Eyes - - Slight Change

Half Starved

Child- Can’t get food for Them -selves

Rely ing fully on society for the appropriate food for their development

And those that require they use that food (For matters other than their own development) Make it a close neck and neck for survival, develop -ment stalled, And Deb at -able Sur -viv al

-More than it should be

Does she even eat that?

(I don’t think that’s the proper nutrition based on Omni-)

Food is food in that situation (Already established they can’t currently do better) Ob- -ject ive- bett -er ment Is Poss -ible-

Eat - Don’t take food from strangers (Minus)

Aight

Hey it is that guy

Nice But Toxic

(Generation toxic rules, don’t apply to new generations So long as you fix everything, It’s considered even)

OY, Snarker

Nara, Nara

Oof, Generation -al Region -al Language -Diff erences

“Waxer,”

Dude if you’re going to be fixing the problem what’s the point of her learning your names?

Nara, Nara

You made a friend

That’s a child

[You make friends with people in your generation And (Maybe) some -one with repeat amb -ition over the age-]

This is neither

Mission Accomplished

Dude is bitter

Come On

You’ve only been with her for a few minutes

It takes longer than that for you to become her new authority

And she might not have orders that specific [Odd]

Want to Go

CHILD!

(I’ve already covered that children can’t want)

Monster was fine

Well scavenging for food

But that’s gonna run out...

She looks like he’s going to follow

There she goes

Oh conflicting orders (Not necessary would make a sound)

? ...

Okay

Hi Adults let this happen ......

Cute Relationships (Even if they are enablers)

Relatively Enablers ... This Guy .. Light ing . . Creatures Ready ..

Oof

Heck

Nope

Frick...

..in

Nope

“Attack us,”

You’ re Made Of Metal (Cooper and all that stuff but still)

“ I need a test,”

“ I need to verify my theory,”

Oof

The Battle roomba!

(He kind of deserved it...)

They are a part of the military complex

I can’t feel bad for that

Woof

Organic Meat

Less brutal than intended

(Or I thought!)

Well that’s a relief

Don’t sass him

It will not be for the clones

Brutal

Mate,

Generous supply

Oof

Okay, Alright

Oh, (Gestures)

Aight,

Family

Probably Dead...

Or... Enablers

(Really doesn’t get much better for her)

Hopefully, she’ll survive this mess

Un-likely

Also, that’s a change of tone

I’ll allow it

Focus forward mate

Forward is where the problem’s are

Whelp, Okay

“what happens to her?”

Nothing good

After we leave

Either starvation Or..

Don’t get any ideas...

We are not taking her with us

You were ok with this five seconds ago

Oh so yeah you don’t really want her around Grooming Kenobi

...

She’s Gone...

Biter..

Oof

There

A “follow From Behind Cover + Don’t let anyone see you + Unless your living, non-armed rescuers look for you,”

Sensible Orders

Boop [Do not boop children]

In Front

From behind cover

Nera, Nera,

Aight

Run

Recon Droid

Oh No

Droids get her

Fair Point .....

Whelp

Alive...

Oof

Darn if I know why

Aight

Reasonably fast bean [Child]

Woop

Last dude is a show off

Whelp

Correct reaction - perfectly neutral

Going-

Some-where ordered

Cover

Perfect

Ordered Hand In Front Of Mouth

Rescuers looking

Peeking out Good Job

Order Resume...

Feel Sad...

Okay

Wait

Miners? *Binders

Correct reaction

*To that state ment

Feel Sad Bring Them

Narrow eyes Be Sad

Walk

Doing

Following an ordered child to

Some thing Of Great Import Ance?

Home

Whelp

Oof

This Was Her Home

Oof, This has got to be rough for them, Their “parents”, They were created without any intention of giving them unconditional love, (Intentions don’t matter but still) Groomed (Pretty Thoroughly) Raised around thousands of others so there’s no question of unconditional, And Given almost a direct order to die, Then Ena- Bling (Neither her nor any of the child characters seem to be 22 so there’s a chance of them redeeming themselves, (to the younger generation at least)

But I can’t blame dude here for being bitter

Specifically, Because no one came back for him

Not to mention the presence of the younger generations

And what that means he got screwed out of, against his choice, if he wants to be moral

That’s got to be shit

Moving on; (Without any lightness)

All

There wasn’t much to lose

(If this is the situation)

It’s unpleasant

A Doll

A squeaky toy

Feel Sad

The Dangers Of Loss ...

And of harm to oneself (One I don’t cover for good reason) Rule of extreme severity (Against Children)

.....

Feel sad + com -fort + Con -dit on al Love (From ex per- ie nce)

And Damn Potent - Good For You - “Find Comfort In Adults,”

Order - It’s not gonna Help ....

Either a Sol -ution Or Not - Con dol ences- �� A Small Balm, If True

A terrible insult, if false,

Because only action is a solution ...

Okay,

Helpful

Oof In literal darkness ...

In enabling and toxicity

Don’t cry kid, we’ll keep you safe,

Not the correct words

The world needs to be safe..

I Promise

That’s going to be �� a dang hard promise ...

Find Com-

.....

You ever think someone said something like that to him?

And then broke it?

Like a Jedi, Or one of the older clones?

Because he does seem relatively bitter

Would makes sense

Cute

Providing safe harbor to feel emotions ...

Waxer and Boil Aren’t back from scouting

Seriously is no one going to notice that thing (I want to get shot)

(Or Tricked)

Either works

That isn’t like them

So that’s why they weren’t given him a curfew - - -

Trans Miter —- They Care - - -

About the Enablers - - - Moving - - - No one’s going to notice that ....

Move ....

Release the beast . . . Ok, Oh No,

Whelp, Ouch

Right - - - Neat

“What’re we going to do,”

Fear of likely past abusers (Enablers) And likely toxic peers

This is why you have to do accountability immediately - You start overthinking and internalizing

“Wait how are we going to explain all this”

Ow, Heart

How are we going to explain all this to the toxic groomer who okay’d this and enabled both that And your Situation

You don’t, you hold the fecker accountable, you send them to the edge That is that

You live a happier life

The abuser is gone

And every subsequent generation lives in the world at peace

Assuming you don’t fuck it up

And moved the child (Add itional) To a safe (Providing) location (Healthy)

Everyone better for the wear

You’re asking me?

Someone has to assume accountability or nothing gets better

We’ll tell him we ran into a bit of trouble - -

Worth A Try

Yes it is

Keep her away from GROOMER KENOBI! (He Sucks!)

This will end badly (Yes hold him accountable!)

Whelp Crud

Gunker

Bit too much emotion but I’ll allow it

Whelp

Kid never came back here

Orders

See what happens when we don’t follow orders,

Oh no, Honey, sweetie, no

Get out of here,

Into the one-way building?

Whelp those doors are steadier than assumed Won’t Give Up, You tried the door

There you go

That’s gonna piss it off more

Exactly Whelp

Oof

They just had that . . . .

In their house

Weird Shot

From the girl to over her shoulder, to them

No realization-

There you go

Move For Your Life!

Into The Hole

Geez

Heck’in Nope

Heckin Run

Heck’in Stampede

Whelp

Obi-wan had a moment there

Whelp, Yeet

Move!

(What did you think shooting guns at them was going to do?

Fall Back

Obi-wan Lightly Shoots

“The republic ground troops have been routed,”

Hologram

A mere?

That?

Heck?

Offen sive-

Brutal

Un- Likely

Statistics Off

“You better be right,”

Dude sounds practically puny compared to this thing now

“I am a droid,”

Dead- pan

“I’m always right,”

Oh, The count says no

What are you model ____? Of your unit?

Whelp,

Wait, now they’re fighting these fuckers?

I thought they were running away from the bird things!

How?

Whelp, Sucks,

Obi-wan Show Ing Off

Now he helps

But it makes sense

No-

That’s nice

Okay

Well

Whelp Incred ible

Quiet, Rookie

Dick Move

“Shoot the bridge,”

Dick Move

(Seriously you couldn’t lead them to some of those nice ostrich feckers?)

Two problems at once

Dick Move

Now he has skills

To show off

Whelp

Neat

Light Saber... Okay ...

Feck Thought it was a snake

Can hear that but not floaty obvious droid

Don’t Shoot

No Shit

Okay,

Well Heck,

No point in sneaking her out the back way . . .

Okay

They still salute after all this bullshit . . . .

Two Slackers Dick (Toxic)

We got sidetracked

The Droid idea was better

I think I know what sidetracked you

Creatures

Numbers are thin

Two- Three Guys- (Counting the siege) -Of the wall

Prepare for their final attack

“Hello little one,”

Run

Tunnels

He knows boomer (In every language)

Optimal Emotion? (Too Much,)

Priso -ners

Neat

Div -ersion

Whelp

Good for them

Right, Okay,

...

Whelp ...

Neat

Okay

Right

Okay

Aight

Sucks to be that guy

(Unless he likes his job)

Then good for him

Aight Okay,

“Yep,”

“Worst job in the droid army,”

Good For Him

Whelp ..... Crud

That’s- relatively comedic

What

And it just went into overtime ..... Awww

Also THEY LET HIM HOLD THE CHILD?!

He’s already dragging it into danger,

Soon he’ll be giving it a Feckin light saber!

Whelp

Hey there are it’s actual parents!

‘Obi-won, No!’

‘Feckin Damnit!’

Whelp

You keep her here,

Yes hand it back to the actual responsible adults (Possibly)

Whelp, Okay, Right

That’s Occur -ing -Also

Right

How’s that gonna-?

Okay- Right

Good Bean, Whoever - No wait he gave her an order I can’t condone that!

Cute, though

Right, Leave the kid there, on a follow order..

Right.. Okay

That’s Happen -ing Well ...

Whelp ... Neat ... Neat ... Alright .. Neat ... Whelp . Okay ... Yep ...

Aight... ... Brutal

Some-one’s trigger-happy - Team work - Aight - Nice - - - Polite Ness-

- - - Crud - - - Frick’ in

Sucks

Fall back

Good Idea - - - Nice-

Good-

A’ight

These Guys,

We have a problem

Wasn’t two seconds ago -

Jedi - Free-ing

- Pris-

Punch Es In Buttons

-What

.... . Oh turning around

Aight . . . Was expecting worse . . .

How?

Okay

S’up Numa

‘Hi enabler.’

There

That isn’t happy, music . . . They allowed this to happen

Come With Me!

Screw the child!

Whelp, down

Heck -ed Over

Big Truck

Time to run some - Sh*t-

What?!

Okay!

What?!

Neat... Okay..

Pilot-ing one of those gun things!

Cool

Well....

Shit, Kenobi

Heckin’ Damn

That’s- That a lot of fire

Screw no explosive rounds!

Whelp Shit.

Oh yeah Dude’s just been chilling in a Tank this whole time

Shit

Feck

Didn’t know - They were at the same locale-

Hit

Ha!

Enabler, go smack!

Oh, No

Aww

Be Kind -order

Help

SEE! Those enablers could defend them selves!

Yep

Good Job!

No!

The enabler can get up himself

[Dramatic prick ]

Narc!

Ha-ha Good job Obi-wan, your Narc got a child killed!

Unbelievable bastard

You Lose

Narcs United strong!

“Does not compute,”

I thought they’d enable my murder of a child

This is out of character!

When enablers stop enabling, Wars end.

Aight

If you didn’t want her to see war you shouldn’t have started one (Or dragged her Gen into it), And Contin ued- Over- Involv-

Okay, Whelp ....

WHOO!

Brutal

(But Dis- Er -v -ed)

Cool - Imperialism - Also who told Windu? - Or did he decide if it’s not fixed when I get down there, I’m going to make it fix’?

Cause valid

Aight Okay - - Not Need -ed

The enablers stopped enabling for a minute

‘Aww!’

[War Ended]

Windu Aight -

Great job getting rid of those cannons

Idk

We haven’t heard back from those other three ships worth of guys

Wouldn’t Hold Your Breath

Now we have a more difficult objective...

Getting Kenobi not to be a groomer..-

[i’m done making jokes about that, for now,]

Capital

There’s a capital?

Free This World

Aww, Numa’s Actual Dad

“See you later little one,”

Yes, come back and take Her away from the enablers!

[Head ruffle]

Aight

Numa

“Stay out of trouble,”

She’s a child

Orders

“Afraid,”

Children are not capable of feeling fear —- “Back”

Good

Right

Oof

That’s A-

“Brother,”

My Heart-

While Numa obviously doesn’t know this - the “Brother,” Generation Is used For an Older Generation Cheap ened Out Of Child Birth - By The Pro- Duct Ion Of a “Younger Gen-” By Their Progenitor Rule Breakers- - I really liked this episode.

A fact that would probably be helped If I could get the bittersweet taste of this good portrayal of child soldiers after last episode horrendous example

[And the pattern of having one good episode. After a whole lot of mediocrity

And the fact that the best episodes are the ones that don’t feature our main leads

For the episode itself, I think it was good;

Two criticisms I would have to speak though;

The set up between the scouting team and normal team seems a little mixed up; it would make more sense for Waxer and Boil, to be on the normal team that split up, instead of the scout team; Making sense how they didn’t find the information

And I think they could’ve gotten a bit more emotion out of the clone characters (Being former child soldiers themselves)

But those are nitpicks bordering on aesthetic dis -pleasure

It had an absolutely chilling villain. (I’m not sure Wattonboar is going to be able to follow up on that, Having less character, [and how do you follow up on a mega lo maniacal Robot Bent on destroying its enemies with ruthless efficiency?

It’s like humanity nightmare 101 ]

But I do wish it the best of luck

And that it sticks to similar tone

* without the concern ing musical choices preferably,”

*Third, Apologies

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