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Frostbite Legion
Frostbite Legion :)
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Frostbite Legion (9216 soldiers)
Commander: Frost (CC-6347)
1st Regiment (2304 soldiers)
Commander: Glacier (CC-4621) - Expert in heavy combat under extreme conditions.
Lead Medic: Cinder (CT-8672) - Expert in the treatment of burns, thermal injuries and the development of innovative protective measures against extreme heat.
Lead Pilot: Glace (CT-4923) - known for his cool and precise air operations in extreme conditions. Glacier is a master of control in difficult environments and ensures absolute air superiority during every mission.
1st Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Chill (CC-1157)
2nd Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Blizzard (CC-3890)
3rd Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Sleet (CC-7418)
4th Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Shard (CC-2283)
2nd Regiment (2304 soldiers)
Commander: Iceberg (CC-7845) - Tactician with a penchant for patient and precise manoeuvres.
Lead Medic: Coal (CT-5398) - specialises in deep tissue healing, shock stabilisation and medical care in complete darkness.
Lead Pilot: Blizzard (CT-2837) - Ability to fly in icy and stormy conditions. Blizzard conducts precise air strikes and secures strategic advantages through his masterful control of difficult aerial manoeuvres.
1st Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Frostbite (CC-9931)
2nd Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Permafrost (CC-4446)
3rd Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Frostwind (CC-3239)
4th Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Icefang (CC-6753)
3rd Regiment (2304 soldiers)
Commander: Boreal (CC-9823) - Leads with a strategic overview and a strong focus on reconnaissance.
Lead Medic: Burnout (CT-4381) - Specialises in treating exhaustion, physical and mental stress, and restoring combat capability after intense combat.
Lead Pilot: Ice (CT-7462) - unwavering calm and precision during air strikes in extremely cold environments. Iceman leads the Legion with exceptional efficiency, ensuring that air support is optimally utilised even in the most adverse conditions.
1st Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Snowy (CC-2190)
2nd Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Hail (CC-8852)
3rd Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Wind (CC-5574)
4th Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Claw (CC-1187)
4th Regiment (2304 soldiers)
Commander: Crystallus (CC-5762) - Well-known defence specialist, leads precise formations.
Lead Medic: Vex (CT-4317) - Skilled in pain management, treating serious injuries and quickly stabilising soldiers in extremely dangerous battles.
Lead Pilot: Chill (CT-8132) - operate with perfect precision in icy battles. Chill conducts air operations with a mixture of determination and control, allowing him to maintain the upper hand even in extreme conditions.
1st Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Blade (CC-4561)
2nd Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Avalanche (CC-2394)
3rd Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Polar (CC-6682)
4th Battalion (576 soldiers): Commander Peak (CC-3375)
#clone troopers#clone wars#clones#star wars the clone wars#commander shade#clone trooper#the clone wars#fanfiction#jedi general helena#commander frost#cc 6347#commander glacier#commander iceberg#commander boreal#commander crystallus#13. sky corps#hellfire legion#oc#ocs#oc showcase#star wars#stars wars the clone wars#star wars clone wars
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Few reaction pictures for y'all. Feel free to use~
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May the 4th feels like a good a day as any to release them!
#frosts fandom freakouts#star wars#tbb#the bad batch#tcw#the clone wars#tbb omega#tcw fives#tbb crosshair#tbb tech#tbb hunter#tcw kix#commander cody#here have a meme
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it strikes me once again in episode 10 when crozier says that he "knows little's nature" and that he would be there with men and guns at day's end, he's absolutely right. he does know edward's nature. it's almost exactly what little said to rally the men, "we have hickey's camp outnumbered and outgunned." edward is ready to march all the men he can gather to rescue crozier, just as francis thought he would. what crozier doesn't know is le vesconte's nature. he doesn't know the nature of the men. he isn't aware that edward himself is being mutinied against because he's once again unable to see the similarities between himself and his second. because, just like in terror camp, he's placed expectations on edward without realising that the context in which edward is operating has very drastically changed. he's thinking of edward's loyalty but not edward's own duty to the men (a duty crozier shares!) and that edward's orders don't exist in a vacuum. it's just the debate about arming the men played out again but with debatably worse consequences
#and edward refuses to see the similarities between him and crozier as well!#he's blind to this mutiny playing out before him until it's far too late#he's failed to properly understand dundy like crozier once misunderstood jfj#and at this point they're both trapped by the men who they're duty-bound to lead#because so much resentment and mistrust has built up between them#and the degree of thawing keeps being frosted over again by more mistrust and failures of disclosure#their personalities are such that together they could lead so well#at the start of the expedition it's clear that they Do work well together!#but as the stakes got higher this trust soured. but it never disappeared.#so edward still dies at crozier's side. both of them having failed in their command#the toxic father-son relationship of my heart and soul#the terror#francis crozier#edward little#crolittle fatherson fail dynamic
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anyone wanna hear about my Martian Au?
#i got another one fellas#Jack's vibing to Commander Hofferson's playlist to prevent the despair of being stranded on a planet 140 million miles from home consume hi#he's hanging on by a fucking thread#im back on my Martian shit again#god i love that book and movie it's so good#of course im making them a bit older in this au because like?? theyre astronauts?? they got degrees?? and doctorates??#jack frost#jackson overland frost#hiccup haddock#hijack#the martian au
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I GOT THIS (jeez don’t look at me like that I really got this)
Day Night 1
“God, that’s disgusting,” Wolffe, as Obi-Wan has learned - not that anyone has introduced themselves yet -, says and flicks off sticky, charred Sithspawn flesh from his shirt. “I’m gonna use all your hot water, Codes.”
“Just come over here and help me.”
Cody, as Obi-Wan has learned about him in the last ten seconds, is a very considerate gentleman, carefully bracing Obi-Wan and checking him over not unlike his CMO back on the Negotiator.
Wolffe crouches down in front of him, shining a light into his eyes. “Hey, buddy,” he says, a bit distracted. “You don’t look so hot. And creepy,” he adds under his breath.
Obi-Wan’s forearm detaches itself from his elbow without his say so.
“Ugh,” Wolffe grimaces. “So disgusting.”
“I am sorry to inconvenience your sensibilities,” he manages to say. It takes everything out of him and he’d like to sleep for a couple of days but Cody’s chuckle is lifting his spirits either way.
Wolffe’s fingers are gentler than his demeanor as they poke him. “Don’t talk, Rob Zombie, your skin is peeling off.”
Hm, interesting. From a scientific perspective this is all highly entertaining.
“His pupils don’t dilate or expand at all,” Wolffe mutters. “How are you feeling?”
“Dead,” he croaks out.
“You look it, too,” Cody comments drily. Generally Obi-Wan appreciates honesty…
Wolffe prods some more at Obi-Wan’s apparently falling apart face. “Huh. The skin is fusing itself together again.”
“You can heal?”
I’m only newly not dead, he wants to say around his tongue that feels twice the size it should be. He shrugs and remembers his dislocated shoulder.
“I wonder,” Wolffe starts and rummages at Obi-Wan’s side.
It all strangely doesn’t hurt. His body is there, so is his awareness of it. Hurt, nerves, any kind of receptors to what should be incredible pain is absent.
“Ha, good as new. Don’t lose it again, buddy.”
Obi-Wan stares at his re-attached arm. He moves his fingers.
“Rude,” Wolffe says blandly to his experimental gesture while Cody fails to stifle his laughter. He sits back on his haunches, critical look taking in Obi-Wan before he turns to Cody. “I volunteer your apartment for a more thorough assessment.”
Cody heaves a sigh, shifts behind Obi-Wan. “Hospital is out of the picture, I guess.”
“You want to explain all that to the police?”
“No. No, you’re right.” Kind brown eyes fill Obi-Wan’s vision and perhaps, because he’s clearly out of practice, Obi-Wan forgets to breathe. “Hey, there, do you want to try to stand up?”
“Or he can carry you,” Wolffe suggests, sharp look narrowing in on him. “He’s extremely gullible when you invoke his hero complex.”
Obi-Wan narrows his eyes right back, feeling a smidgen of satisfaction as Wolffe jerks back. Instead of trying to speak, he twirls his fingers in an upward motion, and with their help he’s back on his feet.
He has no concept how long he’s been dead, where he is, why he is alive or here in this place.
“May,” he gets out after a few tries, slowly shuffling forwards between them, “I bother you for a cup of tea?”
#I got this modern!au#codywan#obi wan kenobi#commander cody#commander wolffe#zombie au#body horror#romcom frost style#my wips
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Between Two Lungs (Codywan, 3.1k words)
Rating: Teen
Tags: Stranded, Character Injuries, Smoking, Shotgunning, Sexual Tension, Soft Finish
Summary: Cody and Obi-Wan share a cigarette.
Author’s Note: This fic was born out of conversations with the wonderful @frostbitebakery, who generously collaborated with the absolutely stunning cover art. Thank you, dear friend, for inspiring a story I never would have written otherwise and for bringing it to life in a way I could never have imagined. And thank you to everyone who takes the time to read and gaze!!! I very much hope you enjoy. <3<3<3
CW: Detailed descriptions of smoking, discussion of grief
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“You should take them,” Cody said – because one of them had to broach the subject, and Cody found it best in these situations to get his general on the back foot – to press his advantage before Obi-Wan could dig in too hard.
There could be no doubt what Cody meant. They'd both been staring at the ration bars almost since the moment they’d gotten the emergency shelter set up. The four silver wrappers – their seams ironed flat from being pressed into the containers on Cody’s belt – were arranged on the ground between them like grim hash marks: the material sign of how little had survived their crash landing on Hadron III, at least a day and a whole hyperspace lane off course from any place the 212th might conceivably think to look for them.
They’d had mere seconds to fire off a distress call after shaking the tri-fighters that had taken out their hyperdrive and starboard engines. And neither of them had needed working biosensors to know they could hardly have picked a worse place to get stranded. Hadron III had been one of the cautionary case studies in Cody’s planetary politics module: nearly all of its ecosystems had been wiped out by biological weapons during the previous decade’s extinction-level civil war. And while a combination of the steri-pen in Cody’s belt and some Force-powered superheating would probably ensure enough drinkable water to avoid fatal dehydration, any attempt at ingesting local flora or fauna would have to be treated as a last resort.
So they were back to the ration bars. The ration bars, the small pile of remaining bacta patches, and the sleek gray data stick that contained all the intel they’d been sent to retrieve a week ago: intel that would now die with them – along with the civilian population of Morag it was meant to save – if no one was around to put it in GAR hands.
Read the Full Fic on AO3
#codywan#commander cody#obi wan kenobi#smoking#cw: smoking#cw: cigarettes#my fics#literally breathtaking art from frost
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Updated Com info <3
Love doing oc/fanart commissions. Anythaanggggg.
#jack frost#hiccup haddock#rise of the guardians#digital art#how to train your dragon#rotg jack frost#hiccup how to train your dragon#astrid#httyd fanart#fanart#hazbin hotel#hijack#helluva boss#commission#art commisions#deadpool#hiccup haddock x jack frost#jackson overland frost#astrid hofferson#frostcup#httyd#fanfic#merthur#ur wish is my command <3#character design#gimmeee ur ocssss
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I got lazy and made xr do the jack frost pose for silly
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404th Roadtrip q&a 2024
Hello Friends!
In light of my very very stressful week this week, would you play a game with me to help keep me grounded?
Anon is on!
Send headcanons/assumptions/or questions you have about/for The 404th (Grave Squad, The Cold Command, or the Jedi!) And I'll answer them, maybe even in character!
This impromptu event will be tagged "404th roadtrip q&a 2024" and will go until August 1st!
Taglist:
@anxiouspineapple99 @wolffegirlsunite @wizardofrozz @eclec-tech @dystopicjumpsuit @clonethirstingisreal @wings-and-beskar @multi-fan-dom-madness @starrylothcat @n0vqni @sev-on-kamino @mythical-illustrator @523rdrebel @littlemissmanga @atomickidsoul @moonwreckd
#from the archivist#grave squad clones#the cold command#404th clones#404th roadtrip q&a 2024#ask event#star wars#clone oc ghost#clone oc phantom#clone oc specter#clone oc banshee#clone oc wraith#clone oc stone cold#clone oc frost#clone oc shiver#clone oc winter#clone oc zeros#jedi oc athena bello#jedi oc dax'malkin
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The first Look
Summary: Helena and the 13. Sky Corps meet for the first time and receive their first mission.
Words: 4.4k
Author's note: I'm kinda pleased with this - but I'll probably change some things over time. I hope I didn't mess up the logic, but I'm just so tired sooo.. I'll have a look tomorrow
The golden evening dawned gently over the endless skyline of Coruscant; the city lights cast a warm glow on the landing platform of the Jedi Temple. Plo Koon stood quietly and erectly, his hands clasped behind his back, as he looked at Helena standing opposite him. She seemed almost delicate in her light Jedi robes, but her brown-green eyes revealed the moment’s seriousness. ‘Helena, my Padawan,’ Plo Koon began in his deep, warm voice. ‘Even though you no longer bear that title, in my heart, you always will be. It’s hard for me to let you go, but I know the galaxy needs you. You’re ready.’ Helena smiled at him lovingly, her voice soft and full of respect. ’Master Plo... I owe everything I am to you. Your patience and wisdom have made me the Jedi I am today. I won’t disappoint you.’ Plo Koon inclined his head slightly, his eyes radiating warmth and care behind the mask.
‘Disappointment was never an option, Helena. I have complete faith in you. You will go your way, guided by the Force. But don't forget to take care of yourself.’ Helena smiled and nodded, her voice in a gentle, playful tone. ‘I promise you, Master, I’ll take care of myself. But only if you do the same and ensure Wolffe behaves.’ A soft laugh escaped Plo Koon’s lips. “A fair deal. I’ll make sure that Wolffe behaves. Even if that might be a bigger challenge than a fight against Grievous.” Helena laughed softly, her eyes shining with affection. ‘I’m sure you’ll manage, Master. Wolffe needs your patience more than anyone. Tell the Wolfpack that I’m thinking of them.’ A moment of silence fell, broken only by the gentle rustling of the wind. Both sensed the unspoken bond that united them and knew this farewell would stay with them for a long time.
Plo Koon placed a hand on Helena’s shoulder, his voice a quiet expression of paternal warmth. ‘May the Force be with you, Helena.’ Helena looked him firmly in the eye, her voice soft but determined. ‘May the Force be with you, Master Plo.’ She turned and walked up the ramp of the waiting transport ship, followed by two Coruscant troopers in silent watchfulness. Before she entered the ship, she stopped once more, turned around, and bowed deeply to her Master. Plo Koon bowed as deeply, his gesture full of respect and esteem. A last smile flitted across Helena’s face, her eyes shining with unspoken feelings before she entered the ship. The ramp closed with a soft hiss that broke the silence, and the ship lifted off, floating into the golden expanse of the Coruscant sky. Plo Koon remained behind, his hands still clasped behind his back. He followed the ship with his eyes as it continued to move further and further away until it finally disappeared into the distance. Quietly, almost in a whisper, he murmured, ‘May the Force be with you, my Padawan.’
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Once in orbit, my gaze immediately falls on the massive cruiser waiting for me, silent and menacing like a lurking predator. The Invictus hovers motionlessly in space, its overwhelming size, yet it exudes an almost serene calm. As our ship approaches, I watch every movement from the cockpit, my eyes fixed on the bridge. As the massive hangar deck opens, we glide into the metal hall. From a distance, I can see a massive gathering of clone troops. And immediately, five familiar colour patterns caught my eye because I had already seen them in the report of the Sky Corps. In the front row are soldiers in black and grey armour. They form a wall that appears almost impenetrable, protecting and preserving what is behind it. They seem to swallow up and absorb all the light in the hanger. Behind this wall, however, four beautiful colour schemes greet me: the left block is like a meadow in late summer, and dark green armour adorns the rows of soldiers. The block beside it shows a stark contrast—ice-blue armour, as cold as the winters on Orto Plutonia. The next block is the complete opposite; the fiery red armour forms a sea of flames and boiling lava.
On the other hand, the block on the far right is completely different from the previous three. A Viollet, as seen on the kings and queens of the finest nobility, stands there in rank and file with a rare elegance. They all look stunning. The colours are unusual, even if they are not the first of their kind in the clone army. The green has a much deeper and darker radiance than the 41st Elitelegion. The blue is much harder and colder than that of the 501st. The red is much more aggressive than that of the Coruscant Guard. And the violet was much more pompous than the 187th Legion. They were fascinating and, in my eyes, beautiful. A moment of pride overcomes me, as I can now call this my troops. Not to mention that my new Commander, Shade, makes me feel it, too. I barely finished my thoughts when the ship came to a stop. The ramp opens. ‘Good luck, General.’ The pilots turn to me one more time. ‘Thank you.’ I say a brief and concise goodbye and then leave the ship. The cool air of the hangar surrounds me instantly, and my bones shake. But I will not show any weakness in front of these soldiers for the sake of mine and theirs. They deserve a leader who can prove himself and does not shiver because of cold air. The ship behind me takes off and leaves the hangar again, and at that moment, I start walking. My step was firm and determined, heading towards the wall of black-grey armour. The ground beneath my feet was firm, and with every step I took, the presence of the Hellfire Legion around me grew. The wall now seemed even more powerful and stable as it stood directly before me. At that moment, behind the troops, a door opened at the other end, and five clones emerged. The one in front, in black armour, walks ahead, hands clasped behind his back. Behind him, on the left side, is green armour; next to it, it is blue, then red, and on the right side, it is purple. All five are equipped with visors, kamas and shoulder pauldrons. In addition, their rank is marked on their chest.
Commanders, no question. Shade is, of course, at the front. As the marshal commander, he is my right hand. However, it could be challenging to teach him that. And behind him: Viper, Frost, Havoc and Hawk. They have been at Shade’s side since the beginning, fighting hand in hand on the battlefield. Each has their unique area of expertise, making them an invincible weapon. They are a team, and I certainly agree that a Jedi would only throw them off track. So that means it’s five to one. The thought makes me feel queasy. Especially when you consider that we are still running towards each other. We are getting closer and closer until we finally... stop. Standing in the middle of the hanagar, we face each other for the first time. Their presence is overwhelming, their posture full of discipline and power. They are a good head taller than I am, and their helmets look down on me. You would think the helmets would protect a shooter from the looks thrown at you, but the helmets alone look at least as threatening—especially the helmet right in front of my eyes.
He was the centre of this place, the darkness in this sea of colours. His armour seemed to absorb even more of the light in the hangar. It was black, almost like the night itself, with a presence that seemed to suffocate even the room. Everything around him was suddenly a bit darker as if his presence had plunged the entire hangar into shadow. His posture was perfect, as straight as a die—an image of severity and discipline.
Then, suddenly, a sharp order broke the silence: ‘Attention!’ In a single, fluid movement, the rows of clones began to form. They were now standing even more attentively. Any order given could set them in motion. Shade is aware of this and has no problem demonstrating it.
‘General,‘ he said with an undertone that almost sounded like a challenge.
‘Commander,’ I replied calmly, without hesitation. It wasn’t a reaction to his tone but an observation of my attitude. His games would not influence me.
Shade seemed to pause for a moment as if testing the waters. But instead of intimidating me, it only strengthened my resolve. I was here to lead and would do so no matter what he tried.
‘General,’ he began in a rough voice that lacked all politeness, ’I assume you’ve already rehearsed your speeches. Spare me the speech.’
His words did not come as a surprise, but their sharpness was impressive nonetheless. I raised my chin slightly to answer him directly: ‘I’m not here to make speeches, Commander. I’m here to ensure that our missions are successful.’
Shade didn't move a muscle. Instead, he lowered his arms only to fold his hands behind his back. ‘Missions, yes. And how many battles have you watched from the bridge of a Jedi cruiser? Or better yet – how many times have you given orders that have cost us our lives?’
I held his gaze, or rather, the blank expression of his helmet. His provocation was challenging, but I didn’t let it rattle me. ‘As many times as it took to win. And how many times did you disobey orders because you thought you knew better?’
His posture stiffened for a moment before he growled softly – a sound almost lost in the hum of the machines in the hangar. ‘Better judgement is the reason my Corps still exists. I take orders that make sense, General. Not because they come from someone swinging a lightsaber.’
The contempt in his voice was unmistakable. I took a step closer and stood directly in front of him. ‘And I suppose that’s because you believe no one could understand what you’ve been through? That only you know what’s right for the men under your command?’
Shade laughed briefly, a bitter, rasping sound. ‘Understand? You, General? You have no idea what it’s like to lose men every damn day because someone in a Jedi Council seat decided that a planet was worth more than we are.’
His words were heavy and charged the room with an almost tangible tension. Nevertheless, I held my ground against his onslaught. ‘You are not the only one who knows loss, Commander. But I am here to make sure that there are fewer of them. Whether you believe it or not.’
He stared at me for a moment, motionless like a statue, before gesturing to his men almost casually. ‘We’ll see. I don’t need promises. I need results.’
Shade turned slightly to the side and nodded at Viper. The Commander in the deep green armour took a confident step forward. His armour glowed like the skin of a snake. Only now have I noticed the matching snake pattern. Scale over scale covered the armour and made him look like he was wearing a snake’s skin as armour. In keeping with this, two large fangs were drawn on the visor of his helmet. Every step he took made the tense atmosphere even more intense.
‘CC-8965, Commander Viper,’ he introduced himself, his voice sharp and concise like a knife blade.
‘The Fang Legion is specially designed for fast and deadly attacks. We are like a shadow in the jungle; when we strike, the enemy dies before realising what happened. We prefer small, highly mobile units that leave no trace.’
I was visibly impressed and let it show: ‘It’s amazing how well these men fit into the Legion in terms of their movements and charisma. It’s hard to imagine how well they fight under your leadership.’
Viper barely flinched, but I could see a hint of pride in his stance as he replied, ‘That’s the plan. Only the best come through with us.
‘The Fang Legion is impressive, but why a snake? What inspired you to choose that motif?’
Before Viper could answer, Havoc, who was standing behind him, mockingly shouted, ‘Because he’s just as venomous as a snake.’ Frost, behind him, added, ‘And just as devious.’
I was surprised by the teasing. On the other hand, Shade seemed less so, as he didn’t want to comment on it. I could hear Viper growl softly before he finally fell into line.
Shade nodded slightly and turned his attention to Frost. The Commander in the ice-blue armour stepped forward, his movements calmer but equally controlled. Here, too, I noticed new details. The pattern of ice shards spread over his armour, almost like a frozen sheet of ice.
‘CC-6347, Commander Frost. The Frostbite Legion requires patience,’ Frost began in his calm, almost monotone voice. ’Our tactic is to wear down the enemy step by step. We favour the long-term attack, in which we weaken the enemy as much as possible until he finally gives in. Our strategy is based on control and precision, not brute Force.’
I listened carefully and looked at the Frostbite Legion. Their armour was also decorated with ice-blue markings that impressed me. ‘I imagine you are very effective in this form,’ I finally said, without taking my eyes off Frost. Frost just nodded and said nothing more.
Then Shade turned his attention to Havoc, who was moving forward slowly. His fiery red armour looked even more imposing up close. The flames on it depicted him as a wildfire. Havoc radiated a hardness shaped not only by training but also by survival.
‘CC-8080, Commander Havoc,’ he introduced himself, his voice deep and powerful. ’The Inferno Legion specialises in operations in the worst possible scenarios. We go where no one else wants to go – and we come out again, no matter what it costs. When you need us, General, you can be sure there’s no other way.’
His words carried a weight that was impossible to ignore. Havocs tone was a mixture of challenge and respect. Finally, he stepped back, folded his arms, and held his ground with the calmness of a man accustomed to difficult situations.
Last to step forward was Hawk. His violet armour is as beautiful as the finest garment, and his movements as smooth as those of a monarch who never bows his head.
‘CC-9142, Commander Hawk,’ he began, his voice calm but not rude. ’I lead the Hawks Talon Legion. We are flexible,’ Hawk explained calmly. ’We adapt to whatever is necessary. A fixed plan should not limit our strategy. We rely on quick reactions and precise attacks tailored to the circumstances. Our strength lies in our adaptability.’
‘I see,’ I said, looking at the Legion. “Your adaptability is remarkable. And I imagine it gives you an advantage.’
‘It is our philosophy,” Hawk replied with a slight nod. ’That is all.’
With that, he, too, stepped back into line, his posture as controlled as before.
Shade allowed a moment of silence to pass before speaking again. ‘These are your men, General. They are the backbone of this Corps, and each of them leads their troops with a precision and discipline that you won’t find anywhere else.’
His gaze wandered over the Commanders before returning to me. "Don’t forget: only success counts here. Every mistake you make reflects on us. And I won’t allow anyone – not even a Jedi – to weaken this Corps.’
It was a blunt and direct warning, and it was clear that Shade had no patience for weakness or carelessness. I took his words with stoic calm and nodded slightly.
‘I expect nothing less than excellence, Commander,’ I replied, my voice calm but firm. “And I will do my part to ensure we achieve every success together. I am here to fight – and lead.’
Shade studied me for a moment before grunting a short, disparaging grunt. ” We’ll see.’
A brief moment of silence fell until Shade finally commanded, ‘Hellfire Legion, attention!’ In the next second, Viper, Frost, Havoc, and Hawk fell into step with me, giving way to the Hellfire Legion troopers of Shade’s Legion, who marched up and stopped immediately before us.
The Hellfire Legion clones were unmistakable – their dark, battle-scarred armour and grey accents made them look like a unit straight out of a nightmare. They stood still, with a discipline that bordered on ruthlessness.
Shade turned to me as he began: ‘This, General, is the Hellfire Legion – my unit. They are not just part of the 13th Sky Corps but the core of our operations. Their reputation precedes them. And yes, they have earned it.’
He paced in front of the formation. ‘These men are the best and most brutal that the Republic has to offer. They carry out what others dare not even plan. If there is a nightmare for the enemy, these men are at the forefront of it.’
‘Everyone in this legion knows that mistakes will not be tolerated,’ Shade continued, his voice darker and more menacing. “And everyone here is willing to die for the success of the mission. Because success is all that matters.’
I raised an eyebrow. ”Results matter, Commander, I’m not disputing that. But a good leader knows how to preserve resources – including soldiers – for long-term success.’
‘Resources?’ He repeated, and the distortion caused by the helmet lent a dangerous undertone to his voice. “You call them resources? Interesting. I wouldn’t have thought that you were so pragmatic.’
‘I call them resources because that’s what they are, Commander,” I replied, keeping my voice firm. ’But I also respect them as people – something I’m not sure you do.’
There was a moment of silence, the other Commanders standing motionless like statues, but I sensed their tense attention. Shade’s posture stiffened a little. ‘Respect will not win us victories, General. Tactics, determination and sacrifice will.’
‘That may be, Commander,’ I said, my voice a little cooler now. “But respect makes the men under your command follow you because they want to, not because they have to. That’s the difference between a soldier and a weapon.’
He tilted his head slightly, a barely noticeable movement. ”An interesting perspective, General. I’m curious how you plan to prove this theory in practice.’
‘And I am curious, Commander,’ I replied, ’how much better this Legion can be when we combine your tactics and my leadership.’
The tension in the air was palpable, but Shade finally took a step back as if he wanted to end the conversation for now. The Commanders behind him remained silent, but I couldn’t shake the impression that they had registered every word – and that this duel of words had more effect than they were willing to admit. I decide to end the discussion.
‘I see men who are willing to give their all. That’s good – because that’s exactly what I expect. I will not fail, and I will ensure that we win every battle ahead of us together. There is no other option.’
And then he took off his helmet. A face like millions of others in this army. Short brown hair, visibly shorter on the sides than regulated, brown eyes, a warm skin colour. A scar adorned his lower lip, curved into a slight, slightly mocking smile. ‘Good,’ he said curtly. ‘Then prepare yourself, General. War waits for no man.’ He saluted. The commanders saluted. The entire hangar saluted. And so did I. My men. My 13th Sky Corps.
A brief moment of silence fell, our words echoing in the cool air of the hangar. Then he turned around and shouted with sharp authority, ’ Legion, prepare!’
The clones moved as one single organism. Black, green, blue, red and violet rows broke ranks, marched with flawless precision to predetermined positions and disappeared into the corridors leading deeper into the cruiser. Shade stopped briefly, then turned back to me.
‘Follow me, General. It’s time you saw what the Hellfire Legion is all about.’
Without waiting for an answer, he started walking. I didn’t hesitate and followed him, my thoughts clear and focused. The confrontation was over, but I knew this was just the beginning. The real challenge lay in the battles ahead of us and the balance between Shade’s ruthless leadership and the ideals I embodied as a Jedi.
As we walked the metallic corridors of the Invictus, I felt the weight of the eyes that followed us. The Hellfire Legion soldiers watched me with curiosity and scepticism, their movements precise and their faces hidden under their helmets. But there was an almost tangible loyalty in their attitudes – not to me, but to Shade.
I was determined not to undermine this loyalty but to use it for the common cause. Because no matter how cold Shade was, no one could deny that his Legion was one of the most efficient and deadly forces the Republic had to offer. And I would learn to work with them.
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Shade has already received our first mission that we would lead as a unit. The bridge of the Invictus was quiet, almost eerie, as I looked at the assembled clones before me. Shade stood with his usual posture, almost like a statue, while his eyes moved across the holography. The commanders were standing around us—Frost, Viper, and the remaining leaders of the 13th Sky Corps—all ready to play their part. The room was filled with tension that hung heavily in the air.
I took a step forward, closer to the display showing the planetary coordinates of Vahora III. The map showed a dense, rugged jungle landscape stretching to the coast. The enemy station was nestled between the mountains and the coastal belt. I pointed to the relevant places. ‘The station is located near the coast, protected by several outposts. We must take them out quickly without getting involved in a protracted conflict. Our task is to destroy the communications infrastructure and isolate the enemy.’
I let my words hang in the room while everyone listened intently. Shade nodded, almost like a mechanical automaton, his eyes fixed on the map. ‘The Hellfire Legion will lead the attack on the coastal town,’ he said with his usual coldness, ‘We eliminate the outposts and secure the station. No consideration for collateral damage. Fast, precise, brutal.’
It was his way of saying things. Without mercy, without room for doubt. And yet I knew that his cold-bloodedness was a strength. In such moments, when life-and-death decisions had to be made, only success counted. Everything else was secondary.
I turned to Frost. The man was always calm, almost imperturbable.
‘I will secure the mountain passes in the north with the Frostbite Legion. Should enemy reinforcements try to cross the mountain pass, we will intercept them. No one will escape from there. The road must remain clear for the Legion.’
His voice was calm, almost monotonous, but it had an unwavering determination. Frost was a clone you could always rely on—there was no doubt about his ability to do what was necessary.
Viper stepped forward, his voice sharp and focused. ‘The Viper’s Fang will neutralise the air defences in the east. Once air superiority is secured, we can effectively launch the ground assault with the support of air troops.’
His plan was simple and effective: neutralise, secure, and advance. It was the only way to survive in a war like this without being stopped by the separatists’ air force.
Shade, always the strategist who had everything in view, spoke again. ’The rest will stay on the Invictus. We’ll secure space and support the attack from above. We’ll be in a good position if we need to retreat.’
His words echoed in my ears as I imagined the scale of the operation. The plan was sophisticated, precise, a machine-like sequence in which nothing was left to chance. But something in me – something I couldn’t always put my finger on – wondered if we were prepared to pay the price.
‘What about the Shinies?‘ I asked, my voice a little sharper than I had intended. Shade seemed to have expected the question.
‘Staying on the Invictus,’ he replied coolly. ‘They’re not ready to prove themselves in this chaos. We can use them as a reserve in case we encounter something unforeseen. They're not part of this advance.’
I nodded, a little disappointed, but I knew it was the right decision. The Shinies weren’t ready yet. They were fresh and inexperienced, and this mission was not the moment for a first test. In my heart, I hoped they wouldn’t stay in the shadows for too long. Every clone deserved to prove himself. But not today.
‘Once we’ve neutralised the station, we’ll retreat to fend off reinforcements. But we have to be quick. No delays.’
I knew that the pace of the mission would be crucial. Every moment we waste puts us in greater danger. If we hesitated too long, the enemy could gain the upper hand, and this planet could turn against us.
‘Exactly,’ Shade added, his voice as firm as steel. ’We only have a small window. We eliminate the target and secure the retreat. No compromises.’
I took a last look at the display. The coordinates, enemy movements, and everything formed a clear picture. The destruction of Vahora III was not only a matter of annihilation but also of efficiency and rapid retreat.
‘It will be fast and brutal,’ I said, my eyes fixed firmly on the clones, who were now all taking their places. ‘Everyone knows what to do. May the Force be with us.’
And with that, the plan was set. The attack would begin. I could feel the tension in the air, the unmistakable knowledge that, at this moment, we were all not only warriors but also parts of a precisely coordinated mechanism. There was no choice, only the urge to move forward. Soon, Vahora III would be engulfed in fire and destruction. And only the unstoppable brutality of the 13th Sky Corps could ensure that the plan was carried out.
‘Now,’ I said. ’Execute the mission.’
#clone trooper#clone troopers#clone wars#clones#star wars the clone wars#the clone wars#commander shade#jedi general helena#fanfiction#newcomer#13. Sky Corps#hellfire legion#grumpyxsunshine#the invictus#commander viper#commander frost#commander havoc#commander hawk
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Where are they, Jennifer? Where are my boys? :(
#frosts fandom freakouts#star wars#tbb#the bad batch#tbb tech#tech tbb#tech#ct 9902#commander cody#cc 2224#here have a meme#because I miss 'em#we all miss 'em...
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#i didnt have enough options to include commander frost 😭 sorry man#sci speaks#clone oc#oc: the 398th ordnance corps
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Betrayus,Carter, and Frost wish you a happy and chaotic holidays with your loved ones!
#pmatga#pac man and the ghostly adventures#pacman and the ghostly adventures#pmatga fanart#lord betrayus#betrayus#commander betrayus#pmatga au#pmatga oc#oc art#creepies#betrayus spheros#frost will punch carter after this
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yeah i think frost views kuai liang kind of like her mom. what about it
#this is about the dialogue of her saying she killed her mom#to me it implies that she’s always had an issue with authority/someone being in charge of her/her thinking that she knows better despite#being naive and reckless#and she acts the same way with kuai liang#be it in the og tl of her taking the medellian and losing control of it or in the reboot tl finding his peace treaty with scorp to be wrong#she just thinks she knows better and doesn’t learn#and to have kuai liang try and command her and even punish her akin to a parent is similar to a parent scolding a child#and a parent is an authority figure necessary for a child to have but frost does not want an authority figure! she wants to be the authorit#ah man. i wish she was explored more esp with giving her a backstory and her and kuai liang's relationship#i've been sitting on these thoughts for a while and finally was able to figure out how to say it lol#talking;#frost
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I was Using gacha life 2 since it come out for android (like a few days ago ) so , I made so ocs and other characters , also Betrayus fanart
I think my favorite is Betrayus, god I don't know how I managed to get it right in that game.
#pmatga#lord betrayus#pac man and the ghostly adventures#pmatga betrayus#betrayus spheros#commander betrayus#betrayus#betrayus sneakerus spheros#fire umbran queen#queen rojalyn#Rojalyn#Rojalyn the fire umbran queen#king frost#the ice umbran king#pacster#pacman#pac-man#pacster namco
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