#crimson corsair and the lost treasure of count dooku
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
okay who do I have to kill to get some half decent kix hair references to show my stylist next time I'm in?
#/incoherent noises/#star wars the clone wars#star wars kix#clone trooper kix#clone medic kix#ct 6116#the last clone trooper#lost treasure of count dooku#crimson corsair and the lost treasure of count dooku#501st kix
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
Last Line Challenge
Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).Â
Thanks for the tag @cacodaemonia ! I actually have a thing I started Iâm excited about. Its for Star Wars Rare Pair bingo and itâs Kix/Sidon Ithano (aka Crimson Corsair)
Two lines just for context:
Sidon sets the datapad down and steeples his hands together on the tiny desk, still not quite able to lean fully forward.
âNow tell me, what do you know about Skako Minor?â
No pressure tags: @imrowanartist @marbled-polecat @seascribbling and anyone else!
#last line challenge#tag game#sequels era#crimson corsair and the lost treasure of count dooku#clone medic kix#sidon ithano#kix x sidon#rare pair
14 notes
·
View notes
Text

The Crimson Corsair and the Lost Treasure of Count Dooku by Tyler Scarlet
#Star Wars#The Crimson Corsair and the Lost Treasure of Count Dooku#Tyler Scarlet#Covers#Cover Art#Sci-Fi
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sacred Woman (Part One)
Summary: You're the First Mate on the Meson Martinet, the ship that Sidon Ithano captains. A few years ago, you all accidentally found Kix, thinking he was the lost treasure of Count Dooku. Instead, you found an even better treasure. Now, youâre searching far and wide in the galaxy for the scientist who could possibly undo the progressive aging gene in Kix's DNA. You'll stop at nothing.
Pairing: Pirate!Kix x (fem) Pirate!Rader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Violence, Attempted SA, Blood, Angst, eventual Smut
WC: 3.3K
A/N: I've been working on this since APRIL. I'm so freaking excited about this story! Parts of this were inspired/used from "The Crimson Corsair and the Lost Treasure of Count Dooku" by Landry Q. Walker (Free on Kindle Unlimited). Photos found from Pinterest!
Sacred Woman Masterlist â TAGLIST FORM â Sacred Woman Playlist


âLook at this, Blitz⊠A pretty little thing⊠walking all alone down this dark alley.â A slimy voice purrs and you automatically start to grab your knife out of your boot.Â
One of the guys chuckles, obviously underestimating you. His mistake. Itâs been a while since youâve fought someone, but only because youâve been doing your best to keep out of trouble.Â
âShe thinks thatâs going to do something.â The other guy smirks, glancing at your knife.Â
Normally, youâd give a guy a warning. But with these guys⊠this couldâve been some other poor woman walking down this back alley, so you wonât feel too bad when you inevitably have to slit their throats.Â
You wait for one of them to touch you. You wait for them to make the moveâŠÂ
âCome on, sweetheart.â The first guy starts to touch your jacket.
Thatâs all you need. You strike first, grabbing his wrist and bending it back, making him gasp in pain. His buddy is taken aback and stumbles back, startled. Good.Â
âYou bitch.â The one in front of you, growls and you smirk, pulling your knife up under his chin, trailing it down to his Adamâs apple.Â
His snarl quickly turns into trembling fear and he automatically starts begging for his life. They always do⊠Except his buddy starts to grab for a blaster tucked in his jacket and you quickly throw your knife into his wrist, making him cry out in pain. Sending your fist into the first guyâs right jaw, you knock him right out. He drops with a satisfying âthudâ and you quickly slide over to the other guy, grabbing your knife out of his wrist and he starts to run away, leaving his buddy behind with no problem.Â
A set of footsteps brings your attention back the other way as you raise your knife, prepared for another fight. Youâre met with a tall Delphidian holding one of his hands up in a surrendering manner, the other hand holding a red Kaleesh helmet.Â
âWhat do you want?â You ask him, not tucking away your knife.Â
He smiles, softly. âIâm Sidon Ithano, the Crimson Corsair.â
âIs that supposed to mean something?â You lean down and wipe the blade on the shirt of the guy whoâs still out cold and then tuck it into your boot again before standing up.Â
âIâm a pirate.â
âOkay. And?â You ask him, still staring at him.
âI saw those guys starting to attack you and then tried to come help. But you clearly had no problem on your own, there.âÂ
You shrug. âDid you need something?âÂ
âI could use some muscle like that on my crew.â He smiles.Â
You let out a huff of a laugh, tilting your head. âYou want me to join your pirate crew?âÂ
He nods. âYouâre a Mandalorian, are you not?âÂ
You stare at him, harder. Youâve not called yourself that for a few years now. There werenât many of you left.Â
âUsed to be⊠How could you tell?â You ask, placing your hands on your hips.
âFrom your fighting. It was a Mandalorian style Iâve not seen in a long timeâŠâÂ
âRightâŠâÂ
âSo, what do you say?â He asks.Â
You walk past him. âNo thanks.âÂ
Who the hell is this guy? The Crimson Corsair⊠why does that name sound so familiar?Â
âDo you have another purpose here?â He asks you.
You stop, staring ahead. How could he see through you so well? Youâve been on this planet for a few months, temporarily living in a cheap hostel, doing bounty work on the side. Quite a life, youâve made for yourself, right? Your family would be so proudâŠÂ
It wouldnât kill you to start a new adventure. Or maybe it would. But either way, you canât help but be curious.Â
You turn around, staring at the tall pirate. âWhen do we leave?âÂ
Five Years LaterâŠÂ
âWhat do you think?â Sidonâs modulated asks you as you both stand over a dead Trandoshan.
The crew is still up in the ship and as Sidonâs first mate, youâre next to him at all times. He doesnât speak a lot, except to you. He trusts you to do most of the speaking on his behalf.
âWell, it doesnât look good.â You joke.Â
The planet youâre on isnât necessarily First Order run⊠but there is a presence here. Youâre supposed to be picking this guy up so he could take you to a scientist who youâve been searching for for two years.
âShould we leave him, Captain?â You ask.
âDo you think someone is leaving us a message?â He wonders, aloud, ignoring your question.Â
âCould beâŠâ You shrug in agreement.Â
âBut from whom?â Sidon murmurs, kicking the guy over onto his back. âThere are very few people who know who weâre looking for.â
His eyes are missing, leaving burnt crispy edges behind. Ew.Â
The truth is there could be any number of people trying to âleave you a messageâ. You have a lot of friends, and you have a lot of enemies. So to narrow it down is next to impossible.Â
âTell me what you think.â Sidon tells you, turning back to face you.Â
He glances past you at some of the crew peeking out the hatch. When they see him looking at them, they quickly make themselves busy.Â
âI think we should leave him.â You answer. âWeâll find another wayâŠâÂ
He nods, considering it for a moment⊠calculating⊠âWeâll leave him.âÂ
You start to head back up toward the hatch, Sidon only a step behind you. But you feel him pause, so you turn to look at him as he still stares at the body, deep in thought. After knowing the Captain for the last five years, youâre pretty well able to anticipate his moves and thoughts. It feels like youâve known him your whole life.Â
âWhat-â You start to ask, but all of a sudden, violent blaster fire is raining down on you.
You and your captain run toward the hatch, with you yelling into your comm to start the ship. Only seconds later, you hear the familiar sounds of boosters and engines starting up. Sidon pauses at the closing hatch toward the culprit of the blaster fire and more than likely also the dead Trandoshan.Â
Itâs always a trap, isnât it?
âAll hands to stations.â Your voice carries throughout the ship. âI repeat, all hands to stations. We are under attack.â
As you make your way through the Meson Martinet, up to the bridge, you run directly into your medic, Kix. Kix is a clone who once fought in the Clone Wars and got kidnapped by Separatists and held in cryo for 50 years. You and Sidon, and the rest of the crew found him a few years ago, thinking it was the lost treasure of Count Dooku. Turned out to be even better than treasure. Though youâd never admit that to anyone. You have a soft spot for the man. Heâs also who you were doing all of this for. That Trandoshan was supposed to take you to a scientist whoâs supposedly able to undo the progressive aging gene in Kixâs DNA, which once affected all clones.
âYou alright?â He smirks.Â
You nod. âYep.âÂ
âYou find the guy?â He asks, falling into step with you as you head toward the bridge again.Â
âYeah, but someone else got to him first apparently.âÂ
âDead?â
âYep.â You reply, popping the âpâ sound.Â
He considers this as you get into the lift up to the bridge. âWell, weâll figure it out.âÂ
âAlways so positive.â
âOnly because I believe in you.â He grins.
You ignore the warmth spreading through your veins and to your cheeks.Â
Get it together, youâre under attack right now, you chide yourself internally.Â
When the lift doors slide open, you nod to the medic and approach Sidon.Â
âGet us out of here.â Sidon commands Parth.Â
âYes, sir.â He replies.Â
The Meson Martinet lurches upwards toward the atmosphere, shaking slightly from taking fire. Yours and Sidonâs eyes remain forward out the windows, until you see the vast blackness of space.
âHyperdrive. Now.â Sidon commands.
The ship pauses ever so slightly before shooting forwards into the dancing bright blues of hyperspace. You can feel everyone visibly relax once Sidon sits down in the captainâs seat. You stand next to him, looking down at him.
âWhere to now?â You ask him.
He gently waves you off, to let him think. With a nod, you walk away to the deck command.Â
âReset the coordinates.â You tell the pilot, Parth, a young Rodian, but also one of the best pilots youâve ever seen.
âWhere for, maâam?â He asks, quietly.
You glance back at the pondering captain, who still seems to be deep in thought, before giving Parth the new coordinates. Itâs a quick split decision that you make. If Sidon decides that it was a waste of fuel, then fine. But for now, you know itâll be a safe place to go.Â
As you walk through the ship, you do your duties of inspecting things, checking the cargo, making sure people are doing what theyâre supposed to be doing, helping out when youâre needed. Youâve been Sidonâs first mate for the last four years. It was a hard job at first, but now it all seems to come natural to you.
Kix smiles and says your name from the open door of the incredibly small makeshift medbay when you start to pass by. Stopping to lean in the doorway, you cross your arms with your own soft smile.
Youâll never forget the first time you and Kix locked eyes when he woke up from that cryo-cycle stasis pod. He looked so scared and confused. It made your heart hurt right away, even though you did your best to hide that fact.Â
âYou donât understand!â He yelled, his voice breaking as he shoved Reveth, a red twiâlek. âIâm a medic, and I learned something⊠something horrible⊠Fives knew. Heâs the one who figured it all out after Tup⊠and it got him killed. But I kept investigating. They said it was a virusâŠâÂ
You see out of the corner of your eye Sidon gesturing subtly to Squeaky, a large Gamorrean, whoâs surprisingly kind and funny, and Pendewquell, a tall Ishi Tib man whoâs been on the crew probably longer than youâve been alive. The two guys start circling to either side of the poor clone.Â
âA chip in our heads. In all the clonesâ heads! And an order. A command to betray⊠kill⊠and it comes from the Chancellor!âÂ
Kix had grabbed Squeakyâs outstretched hand and flung him into Pendewquell. The effort is obviously too much for him though and makes him stagger a bit but he keeps talking, quicker this time.Â
âThe Seppies⊠captured me. Interrogated me to find out who else knew.â He seems to be sweating and shaking. He looks so sad, your heart is urging you to go to him.Â
Finally his eyes land on you and he starts to slow down.Â
âI⊠I never had a chance to tell anyone else what I learned. I didnât know who I could trust⊠But I wouldnât tell them anyway.â
You nod. Youâre sure your face is mirroring the heartbreak in this manâs voice. His eyes never leave yours as he continues.Â
âSo they said⊠they said they were sending me to someone I couldnât keep secrets from⊠To the Sith⊠the cold⊠the freezing, burning coldâŠâ He slumps immediately to the ground, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.Â
You rush to him, holding him up. His body still freezing cold, you take off your jacket and put it over him.
âStasis poisoning,â Reveth tells you quietly. âHe was trapped in there for too long.âÂ
âNoâŠ! I can still save them. SkywalkerâŠâ The clone mumbles intently. âGet me General Skywalker! Heâll help. We can save⊠save the Jedi⊠save the Republic!â
âWhatâs your ID, trooper?â Quiggold, a large nervous Gabdorin, asks him.
âCT-6116.â He coughs. âKix. They call me⊠Kix⊠sirâŠâÂ
And with that, he slips into unconsciousness. Reveth hands you a breather to place over his face.Â
Kix. You can already tell youâre going to do anything to help this man. No matter what.Â
Youâd barely made it out of that cruiser alive. A bunch of old super battle droids had powered up and then the ship had started to sink. Youâd gone to escape in the escape pods but there had only been one and Sidon pushed everyone into it and then pushed the activation switch, which had launched the crew at a high velocity through the Sea of Sand back on Ponemah Terminal, away from the burning and sinking cruiser.Â
Youâd stayed nearby for three weeks, camping out, scared to leave Sidon behind if heâd somehow made it. You werenât ready to be a captain yet. Youâd only been a first mate for a year. But supplies had started to run low and a desert planet was a really bad place to be without food and water.Â
Kix had recovered, physically. He was of course in deep shock over all the history lessons youâd gently given him.Â
You hear your name behind you and find Kix, who was after two weeks out of cryo finally looking a lot better.Â
At least, physically. He still woke up every night with nightmares, so you stayed nearby him at all times in case he needed you. Everyone would cast you knowing glances and Q even made the mistake of making a comment, but you threatened his life and he apologized and promised to mind his own damn business.Â
âAre you alright?â You ask Kix.Â
He smiles that heartbreaking smile and nods. Heâs incredibly handsome. Probably the most handsome man youâve ever laid eyes on. And since you arenât the type to sleep around or fall in love, this revelation of how Kix is making you feel makes you nervous.
Reveth and Quiggold walk over to you, intent clear on their faces. Well, mostly on Revethâs. Q just looks nervous as always.Â
âWhat?â You cross your arms.
âHeâs gone.â Reveth tells you. You know she means Sidon. âAnd we might as well have sunk with him. Weâve lost everything. Weâre ruined.âÂ
âI know⊠I justâŠâ You look at the massive indent of where the cruiser was three weeks ago. âOne more week. I mean maybe-â
âMaybe what?â She demands, clearly agitated. âMaybe the captain somehow tamed the giant worm and rode it through an explosive desert of sand and lava? Is that what youâre hoping for?âÂ
You shrug. Theoretically, if anyone could do all of that, Sidon could. But⊠you know deep down thereâs more than likely no chance and that itâd be best for the crew if you were to pack it in and start to head back to the Meson Martinet.
Except right as you start to tell everyone to pack it in, yours and everyoneâs jaw drops. In the doorway, stands the Crimson Corsair. Sidon Ithano. His cloak is in tatters and his red helmet is in desperate need of a polish. But here he is right now in front of you⊠alive.
âH-how?â Quiggold asks, clearly at a loss of words.
Hell, so are you. Youâre so happy, you could cry.Â
Sidon waves away the questions and instead tosses a metal cube to Kix.Â
âWhat is it?â You ask him.
He looks from you to the cube. âItâs⊠itâs a Separatist cruiserâs memory core.â Kix tells you. âThese were designed to self-destruct. But this one⊠it must have malfunctioned.âÂ
He looks up at you. âThis cube carries a complete map to every hidden droid factory ever built by the Separatists. Secret bases. Weapons warehouses. Everything.â
Reveth passes by and takes the cube, whistling appreciatively at it. âThis wouldâve been impossible to decode fifty years ago. Now? Easy. We track down those installations⊠thatâs our ancient buried treasure! Weâll be rich!âQuiggold whistles. âAnd we just happen to have an expert in Clone Wars-era military installations and their security systems on hand. Welcome aboard, Kix.âÂ
Kix turns back to you and smiles, making your chest tighten at the sight. You smile softly back at him. If he wants to join the crew, youâd be happy to let him. But if heâd rather go on his own, then youâd have to be okay with that, too.
âWould you like to join the Meson Martinet, Kix?â You ask him, trying to keep the hopeful tone down.
He looks around at the rest of the crew before settling his back on your own. âIâd like that very much.â
You try to ignore the excitement stirring in your stomach and instead cast your smile toward the alive captain.
âHow did you survive? The fire⊠the sand⊠the giant worm?â You ask him, unable to help the curiousness.
âYou know better than that, love. Iâm Sidon Ithano⊠I donât die so easily.âÂ
âYou busy?â Kix asks you.Â
You glance down the empty durasteel hall and then back at Kix, going inside the medbay, shutting the door behind you and leaning against the door, crossing your arms again.Â
âIâm sorry someone got to that Trandoshan guy before we could.â You murmur.Â
Kix was already showing some slight aging. Maybe that of a man in his mid 30s. The lines in his forehead form a little more each year, and his beard makes him look a bit older. In a good way. Distinguished. Rugged. Handsome.Â
The thought of finding this scientist when it could be too lateâŠÂ
âIâm not upset.â Kixâs voice is softer than it should be.Â
He should be upset.
âI am, though.â You look up from the floor, staring at him, coldly.Â
He opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by Parth comm-ing you to come to the bridge.Â
âOn my way.â You keep eye contact with Kix as you speak into the small device.Â
You and Kix stare at each other for another moment as his brown eyes bare into yours. With a sigh, you turn to go.Â
âIfâŠâ He starts, making you pause. âIf we donât find this scientist⊠it wonât be the end of the world.âÂ
You turn to glare at him. Maybe not the end of the world⊠but it would be the end of yoursâŠÂ
ïżœïżœYouâll need to move on-â He tells you, but you donât let him finish because you walk away, back up to the bridge.Â
How could he say such things? Although, itâs not like he knows how you feel. He doesnât know how youâd tear apart the entire galaxy to find this scientist. He doesnât know the things youâd do to give him a good, long, happy life. But you can show him.Â
When you reach the bridge, Sidon beckons you forward to him.Â
âConcordia?â His modulated voice asks, his head tilted ever so slightly.Â
You donât have to be able to see that heâs quirking an eyebrow at you, curiously. Heâs basically been prepping you to be captain since you joined the crew. He always tells you what a great leader youâre going to make one day. So, heâs not questioning your choice per se. But he is curious as to why. You know that.
You shrug. âThereâs someone that I think could help us.â
âIncoming aircraft, identify yourselves.â A familiar voice says, and you raise your eyebrows at Sidon, waiting for his final okay.Â
He thinks for only a few seconds before nodding. You nod once to him before turning back toward Parth and his command deck.Â
âVil,â You say your brotherâs name, letting them know youâre not a threat. âItâs me. I need help.âÂ
Itâs quiet for a long moment. Too quiet for too long. When finallyâŠ
âFree to dock. Wait to be boarded.âÂ
âCopy.â You sigh, then look at your crew. âOn your best behavior, everyone.âÂ
You can feel Sidonâs curious smirk as Parth lands the Meson Martinet.Â
âDonât give me that, right now.â You shake your head, amused.Â
âAye, Captain.â He murmurs, teasingly.
TAGS: @twistedstitcher27 @rebel-finn @rexandechosandwich @madameminor @dumfanting @rain-on-kamino @corona-one @tecker @ladykatakuri @brynhildrmimi @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @zoeykallus @maulslittlemeowmeow @littlemousedroid @arctrooper69 @rexxdjarin @padawancat97 @hated-by-me @sleepingsun501 @idledreams @redheadgirl @themcuwriter @ashotofspotchka @sunshinesdaydream @crosshairsimp73 @ariadnes-red-thread @rosmariner @heyitsaloy @starstofillmydream @high-ct5555 @echos-girlfriend @sleepywych @nekotaetae @justanothersadperson93 @aconstructofamind @book-of-baba-fett @chopper-base @palliateclaw @501st-rexster @dead-poolz @nahoney22 @where-is-my-mind-tho @jediknightjana @erishimoon @witching3 @queen-of-many-fandoms @wizardofrozz  @burningfieldof-clover @rebelsriley
#pirate!Kix#pirate!Kix x reader#clone medic kix#clone medic kix x reader#TFA Kix#Kix x reader#TFA!Kix#TFA!Kix x reader
93 notes
·
View notes
Text
Out of Time
Also on AO3 @whumptober-archive - day 23 (alt 2): aftermath of failure @clonefandomevents - Haunted clones week - day 2: left behind @clonefandomevents - 501st Bingo: time travel
Kixâs life has always been defined by countdowns: Until the war begins. Until his brothersâ deaths, or his own. Until the war â finally â ends.
After Fives, tracing the mystery of the chips, another countdown was added to the list.
He thought he had more time. He thought he could save them.
But then he wakes. And he's missed time running out. He's missed the aftermath, and the rebuilding. The galaxy fell apart and pulled itself back together in a different shape, unrecognisable.
And just yesterday he still had timeâŠ
Kix is still here, but everyone he knew is long gone.
---
Fun fact: this drabble is actually based on canon!
Following Tup's and Fives' deaths, Kix does some investigating of his own and finds out about the chips. However before he can act on his discovery he is abducted by the CIS and frozen in stasis. He is eventually woken by a band of pirates 50 years later, long after the fall of both the Republic and the Empire, making him the last remaining clone. - "The Crimson Corsair and the Lost Treasure of Count Dooku" Tales from a Galaxy Far, Far Away: Aliens: Volume I
#501st bingo#haunted clones week#whumptober 2023#no.23#aftermath of failure#altprompt#star wars#sw:tcw#drabble#time travel#clone medic kix#bingo fill
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
From Where We Stand
Chapter 4: Recollection
Post-Stasis!Kix x f!OC
<- previous chapter | next chapter ->
| main masterlist | series masterlist | read on ao3 |
Chapter Rating: M
Word Count: about 5.7k
Warnings: language, memory loss, mentions of alcohol consumption, angst (clone feels, tbh)
Chapter Summary: Bits and pieces of Kix's memory start coming back to him, and even though he has many questions that have yet to be answered, he decides to put his focus on other things - on someone in particular.
Note: as always, thank you to the darling @rowansparrow for beta reading! This chapter is in Kix's POV. #feels
This isnât right.
Heâs never seen him this⊠frantic before.
Heâs cornered - should he be worried? Maybe not for himself, rather, his brother who is approaching him cautiously, unlike anything heâs ever witnessed in the famously headstrong trooper.
It is worrisome. Something isnât right. Something is very, very wrong.
Is it the virus heâs supposedly infected with?
Wait⊠framed? Danger - us, the Jedi. All of us.
Ouch. Heâs grabbing him by the shoulders - trying to explain. All the way to the top? Conspiracy?
Kix wants to help - thatâs what he does.
He can help him. He will.
âThanks, Kix. I appreciate it.â The shaken-up trooper reaches for Kixâs arm - tapping away at the buttons of his vambrace. âHere. Here are the coordinates.â Several, short beeps followed by a longer confirmation beep signals that the location had successfully been inputted into Kixâs comm and had been sent off to their captain. He canât guarantee that Rex will bring the General; he made sure to tell him that.
He did his part - for now - but Kix knows in his heart that he could do more.
He can help him. He will.
Kix watches as his scared, anxious, almost unrecognizable brother secures a piece of his disguise atop his newly-shaven head - hiding the signature tattoo inked above his temple. Heâs hiding in plain sight, risking it all just to get his story out there. This has to be important.
As he walks away and without so much as a glance over his shoulder, he concludes, âJust make sure he meets me there.â
Kix turns to watch him leave, finally finding the words to say after the trooper had exited to the main area of the lively club as the door to the âfresher whisks closed behind him.
âRight. Good luck, Fives.â
<<<>>>
âHeâs gone.â
Rex stands before Kix, his head hung low, bucket at his hip. His captainâs expression says it all, but at the same time, doesnât say enough. Kix is able to translate grief because heâs known him for a long time, but aside from that, Rex remains as collected as a CO does when in the presence of another. Hiding the real pain; Kix has seen it before - not just with the physically injured, but with those who suffer with emotional turmoil as well.
Theyâre not droids. Theyâre men.
Did Fives make it to Rex? Did Rex witness what happened - or - is Rex what happened?
No. No, Rex wouldnât have. Couldnât have.
âYou were the last one to speak with him,â Rex continues - his voice forcibly remaining steady. âWhat happened?â Heâs digging - comparing the encounters.
So he did make it to Fives.
âHe must have been waiting to get either Jesse or me alone, because he followed me into the empty âfresher at 79âs,â Kix answers honestly - also keeping his voice as steady as possible. âHe mentioned something about a conspiracy - going all the way to the top - how he was being framed.â Kix pauses - his eyes holding with Rexâs in the thick silence. Searching.
âHow⊠did he seem?â Rex asks - stepping closer.
âFrantic, sir. Scared, even. I - I didnât know what to make of it. He asked me for help, to get into contact with you and General Skywalker. He was adamant about speaking with you two, alone.â Kix pauses again, pinching his brows together and looking down at his boots, then meets Rexâs eyes once again. âHe inputted and sent the coordinates himself, Rex.â
âYouâre not in trouble, Kix,â Rex assures with a gentle smile. Kix canât help but sigh in relief, though in all reality he knew he wasnât in any kind of trouble. Not with his captain, anyway.
Rex looks around the barracks and steps even closer - noting the few troopers who are cleaning their weapons at the far side - his chin hovering just over Kixâs shoulder. âIâve filed a grievance report,â he says quietly. âIâm coming to you because I donât think Fives was... wrong. At least not completely.â
Kix blinks - brows raising. âSir?â
âHeâd spoken of the same things when he had the General and me trapped in a ray shield. He⊠he just wanted to be heard. Did he mention anything about âchipsâ to you, Kix?â
Trapped in a ray shield? Chips?
âI donât recall, sir. I donât think so, no.â
Rex hums, and notices the new confusion growing in the medicâs expression. âInhibitor chips,â he begins to explain. âThe Kaminoans implanted organic chips into our genetic code, our heads, when we were embryos. Tubies. Supposedly, Tupâs malfunctioned, which caused what happened on Ringo Vinda⊠to happen.â A beat. âFives had removed his on Kamino, before the incident with the Supreme Chancellor.â
<<<>>>
Kix all but shoots awake in the dark room - only the dimly lit lanterns hanging just outside illuminates the sheer curtains hanging over the interior of the window. The thin but firm mattress barely gives to his weight as he shifts to sit all the way up. Itâs quiet, more so than it was as he was falling asleep just hours before, and he figures it must be early in the morning with the sounds of native, desert creatures chirping softly in the distance that can be heard through the thin walls of the room. Pushing himself to sit up against the wall at the head of the bed, Kix sighs - scrubbing his hands over his face and letting his eyes adjust to his surroundings. The canvas sack of armor still sits on the chair thatâs positioned in the corner of the room, hanging wide open from when heâd deposited the remaining pieces into it after stripping for the night, and exposing the familiar red insignia thatâs painted on his left shoulder bell.
His duty. Or - it was.
The dream - or was it a memory? Both? Kix pulls the sheet from his waist and lets the stale air hit his bare legs - the heated skin of his thighs and abdomen. His eyes burn a hole through the armor peeking from the sack, and the sight of the blue buttons on his vambrace laying just underneath the pauldron hits him with a realization: it was a memory - my dream.
Kix knows heâs too late. He knows heâs decades too late, and from the little information heâs gathered so far from listening in on Ahri and her crew speaking of the matter, his brothers are long gone. Ahri and the Twiâlek - Reveth - hadnât even been born when Kix last spoke to Fives.
Fives.
Kix was there, as one of the last people to speak with him. Fives died shortly after that, that much he can remember now.
What happened after that?
âWhat happened to me?â Kix mutters to himself - tearing his eyes from the heap of disassembled armor. He swings his legs around to the side of the bed and glues his heels to the ground, staring at his toes as they wiggle against the cool, smooth sandstone. Heâs instantly reminded of his first attempt at standing in the desert - the humor that came with the pirateâs words of warning.
âYou canât just use your legs after theyâve been asleep for five decades.â
His lips curl up at the corner. Ahri.
Thereâs something about her that is drawing Kix in, as if her gravitational pull is far too strong for him to escape unscathed. He canât say he minds it, though. Sheâs tough. Kind. Full of sarcasm. Beautiful⊠no, donât go there. Going through some shit that Kix can relate to. Easy to talk to. StrikingâŠ
Kix shuts his eyes and shakes his head - scolding himself. âDiâkut.â
Sheâs tough, he reiterates in his head. Tough enough to handle that relentless creep at the bar by herself - far from accepting Kixâs assistance when things sounded as if they were heading south. She can handle it - âitâ being anything, apparently. Kix isnât used to that with women, or with any civilian for that matter. Itâs all so new to him - not âneedingâ to help - to be told to stand down. He isnât sure where he stands in this future, but heâd be damned if he doesnât act if someone appears to need assistance.
Even if he gets chewed out by a gorgeous, fierce, redheaded pirate after the fact. Just as he had yesterday evening.
Heâd been sitting at the bar, Rev seated a little too close to him. The Twi had been sipping her drink and tinkering with something at the elbow of her cybernetic arm, not making much conversation of note after Kix had shot down her advance upon taking her seat at the stool beside him - sliding him one of the two drinks she had in hand. âWanna get out of here?â sheâd muttered while bringing the lip of the glass to her red lips. Kix had blinked at her a few times, pretty quickly realizing that she hadnât been joking. Rev had been making a blend of subtle and not-so-subtle passes at the trooper since he and Ahri had walked back into the cantina - actually, since heâd woken up in the damn desert.
The band had since resumed playing their lively tunes after the small scene Ahri had caused. The redhead had been quick to recover after their talk outside, standing right to her feet and nodding at him in thanks for lending his ear - his thoughts. Heâd followed her back inside, and she went straight to a booth in the corner; heâd assumed that was her go-to spot. Quiggold had brought her a drink and left her be after handing it to her, and Kix figured she could use a moment alone. So, heâd stepped over to the bar - taking a seat at one of the empty stools. Rev had joined him moments later, and with the offering of a glass of much-needed liquor came the punctuation of all advances made in a single rotation.
âSorry,â Kix had responded after staring at her for a moment - frozen in thought. âI, uh, I think I just need some time to adjust⊠first.â
Sheâd chuckled - speaking an amused âsuit yourselfâ.
Theyâd sat in silence after that, and Kix couldnât help but discreetly glance over his shoulder towards the direction of the booth Ahri was sitting in. She wasnât alone, now. Someone had joined her, and by her not-so-relaxed body language and the little sliver of her face that Kix could make out, she wasnât enjoying the male Twiâs company - her fingers presumably anxiously tapping at her glass.
âFuck off,â sheâd spat - clipped, feigning confidence but Kix knew what state her mind was currently in from their conversation twenty minutes prior. Kix had tried to separate the bustling tune thumping throughout the place from the guyâs irritating voice, and was able to catch little fragments of his arrogance.
âCâmon, baby. I havenât been with a human for a long time. You look like youâre in need of a little fun, am I right?â
Kix had nearly turned all the way around in his seat upon hearing that - his eyes narrowed in their direction. Ahri had slid out of her seat and stepped around to the assholeâs side of the booth - hands on her hips and glaring down at him.
âIâm not interested. Now fuck off, you blue cock sucker.â
Kix had chuckled internally at that, but kept his focus on the man whoâd been getting visibly more and more impatient and angry that his advances were getting passed on. Heâd watched as Ahri turned to walk away when the Twiâlek grabbed her upper arm - yanking her back towards him. Sheâd nearly fallen into the seat on top of him.
âHey-.â
Kix had reacted before taking a moment to think.
âShe said sheâs not interested,â Kix had forcefully reminded him - instantly standing at her side. âNow fuck off.â
Luckily, the guy hadnât been in the fighting mood. But Ahri wasn't exactly pleased with Kix for stepping in.
Sighing and shaking his head at that memory, his focus now shifts to the folded pile of clothes that lay on a different chair, one that sits turned towards the other. Civilian clothing. A basic tunic, basic pants. Items of similar look had been worn by the trooper only a small handful of times, mostly when he was on shore leave. Those rare times. Kix stands up now, dragging his feet towards the large standing mirror that leans against the shared wall of the tiny âfresher. Through the spidering cracks and layer of dust and sand coating the reflective material does Kix take a moment to notice his attire - or lack thereof. In only his gray, GAR-issued briefs, he scans himself toe to head - letting his eyes rove over the parts of his body that he rarely sees.
Kix canât help but smirk - smoothing his large hands over his toned pecs and defined abdomen. All these years later and I still got it, he thinks with a pleased look on his face. But more importantly, he notices how heâs unscathed, somehow. No bruises, scratches, nor abrasions. Strange, considering the state of which he was found trapped onboard a Seppie ship. He turns to check his backside - chin pointed down against his shoulder. No physical harm is detected on his nearly naked body. He drops his hands to his sides. No clues.
How did I get on that ship?
The rising Ponemah sun - the start of another day in this future - reaches Kixâs feet from where itâs pouring onto the floor from underneath the curtains. Skipping over the thought of taking another shower after having taken one last night just to slip on the same pair of underwear, he moves towards the folded clothes and slides the shirt over his head, and steps into the pants.
I need answers.
But what questions do I ask? What could this pirate crew even tell me after all this time?
Stepping back over to the mirror, he sighs - cocking his head to the left. The man that stares back - the person standing tall in the reflection - may look like Kix, but he doesnât feel like himself. Not really. His head aches - attempting to grasp at the shards of his memories that are too sharp to put back where they belong without cutting himself. Fixating on his frozen reflection, Kix thinks back to what felt like yesterday for him, how he was a medic in the Grand Army of the Republic, serving primarily in the Five Hundred and First Legion under Captain Rex - one of his closest friends - his brother. He recalls the good times - the sharing of juicy tidbits with Jesse, the drinking and laughing with the rest of Torrent at 79âs. The bad times - the very, very difficult times - also come to him just as easy; Kix could never suppress the memories of what happened on Umbara - the betrayal, confusion, stress, and despair he and the rest of the boys were feeling during and after that brutal campaign.
The most recent and newly discovered memory - Fives coming to him in desperation and the subsequent news of his death - haunts Kix. Itâs too incomplete for comfort; the tragedy is missing important details; he can feel it in his bones. The fallen ARC has something to do with what happened to the amnesia-ridden medic, and he needs to figure out how.
Kix canât do it alone.
Running his fingers through his thick hair, he shakes his head. âWho am I now?â
A cluster of short, hesitant knocks against the other side of the door pulls Kix from his existential haze. He straightens his back, making sure he is in fact wearing the clothes he believed heâd put on. Looking to the covered window, the sunlight stretches further up the curtains and coats the entire floor below with its glow.
Damn. How long have I been standing here staring at myself?
âHey,â he hears a familiar voice call from the corridor, slightly muffled by the door in between. âAre you, uh, hungry? I brought over some-â
The voice is interrupted when Kix pushes the button, the door sliding open and making the loose hairs hanging over Ahriâs forehead bounce briefly.
â-breakfast,â she finishes - eyes slightly widened. She forces a smile and extends her hand - a native-looking, brightly colored, spiky desert fruit and a triangular, vacuum sealed half pack of polystarch bunched in her palm. Kix eyes the sustenance before flickering his gaze up to hers. Exhaustion - he sees it in and sinking underneath her normally bright eyes. He can nearly feel the conflict going on inside of her from where she stands just a few feet away from him. A lot has happened since theyâd found him, he knows that, but wants to try to help ease her mind. Helping others is what Kix does.
Sheâs watching him as he observes her and the meal, looking down at her boots almost as if she feels guiltyabout the selection. Embarrassed, perhaps.
Why?
âThank you, Ahri.â Kix reaches to grab the items from her palm with a grateful smile stretching on his lips, his fingers unintentionally brushing over hers in the transaction. âThis is perfect, thank you very much.â She returns his smile with her version of one - dropping her hands to her sides. Instead of either party retreating to their respective rooms, they both stand there for a few moments longer. He continues to smile at her, and he can tell sheâs trying not to look him right in the eyes.
âWell then.â Ahri smacks her arms against her thighs. Kix canât take his eyes off of her - grinning like a fool at her demeanor. âIâll leave you to it. Come find us when youâre ready.â She spins on her heels and starts to head down the dingy, ill-lit corridor but pauses before turning the corner. With her head turning back to look his way from over her shoulder, she calls: âWe have a lot to discuss.â
She vanishes around the corner and itâs then Kix looks down at the food resting in his hands. Itâs been⊠fifty years since heâd last eaten anything? A few days? He isnât sure how this âwaking up in the futureâ thing works. Regardless of the timeline, Kixâs stomach starts to groan as heâs thinking about it. Heading back into his room and shutting the door, he makes his way towards the tiny, high-top table stationed near the small closet. The fruit is unlike anything heâs ever seen: palm sized and ovular in shape, bright pink with flat, emerald green âspikesâ protruding from the rough skin of it and curling at the ends. Itâs set down on the tabletop, rolling an inch or two from the unevenly balanced and wobbly table.
How in the hells do I eat this thing?
<<<>>>
Kix walks down the hall in the same outfit heâd worn the day prior, the same pieces of plastoid secured in the same places above the stolen clothing. He supposes that he really has no need to wear bits of his armor while omitting some of the more crucial - albeit, bulky and heavy - pieces of his kit, but it feels routine. Familiar, unlike the clothing draped over his body that the crew had stolen for him yesterday. Truthfully, the outfit theyâd plucked from the clothesline for him fits him quite well, and is actually pretty comfortable for the weather conditions of this desert planet. Although he would have been fine in his full kit, heâd agreed then just as he agrees now that heâd stick out like a sore thumb amongst the people of this town if he were to strut around donned in plastoid. Times are different now; he feels it, even if he doesnât know why.
Sheâd called me a⊠âstormâ trooper? The kriff does that mean?
Adding that to my growing list of questions.
His stomach no longer cries at him, though the portion-sized bread and small fruit didnât do quite enough to satiate his hunger. The vibrant desert fruit was pretty much completely mush by the time Kix got around to eating it - the pink skin and greenery peeled clean off, revealing a moist, white interior. Heâd poked at it and tore bits and pieces of it apart before bringing it up to his lips, and to his surprise, it was quite delicious - unlike any fruit heâd ever eaten. Still, Kix doesnât think that he had utilized all the edible parts of the fruit, but heâll try again next time. He has a feeling that there will be more than enough opportunities to get it right.
His boots knock against the sandstone floor as he rounds the corner, the corridor opening up to a little seating area. Ahri and the others are sitting around, sipping caff from clay mugs and watching the screen on Quiggoldâs âpad. Rev looks up, her expression quickly turning mischievous and eyes honing in on Kix as he slowly approaches the group - avoiding the Twiâs gaze.
âHowâd you sleep, pretty boy?â Rev asks with a grin.
Lifting his brows at her immediate blatancy, Kix looks to Rev and gestures to the âpad theyâre all focused on. âGood. Not long, but I donât think my body exactly needs much more of it right now,â he answers plainly. âWhatâs going on?â
âResearching transport thatâll get us back to the wreckage we found you in,â Ahri informs - her eyes not leaving the âpad. âHe could still be there, alive. Heâs survived worse.â
He? Oh. Captain Ithano, if I recall correctly. The man whoâd sacrificed himself for Ahri, the crew, and⊠me.
âDonât you guys have a ship?â Kix asks. All pairs of eyes are now on the trooper, and Ahri throws a âduhâ look and a slow nod his way. He backtracks - recalling that on-foot journey through the scalding, coarse sand. âMâsorry, but I donât remember getting back into town on anything resembling a ship.â
âWe cannot fly the Martinet over the Sea of Sand,â Quiggold replies. âIt is not a safe zone for flying ships of its size.â
âWeâll need another sail barge. Thatâs what weâre lookinâ for.â Ahri grabs the âpad from Quiggoldâs hands and shifts from the arm of the chair down into the seat. The three others look to Kix with nearly the same expression, and the trooper is able to read it all too well.
They donât believe their captain is still alive, or at least, they donât believe this idea is a good one. Theyâre doing this for her.
Ahri is lost in the device in her hands and the information displayed on the screen - her tanned, lightly freckled face splashed in the soft glow of the âpad. Her fine brows pinch together in concentration as her finger drags slowly across the screen.
âSheâs been going on all morning about how he shouldâve been back by now,â Rev murmurs to Kix - purposefully leaning in close. âShe is right, though. The Captain has made it out of far worse before, so there is some hope that he could return to town.â
âAhri had suggested going back to the wreckage, that maybe we would find Captain Ithano trapped inside,â Quiggold adds, though not as quietly as Rev. âI had countered with the suggestion of keeping the crew here for another couple of weeks to wait it out. I have to think of what is best for the crew. It is my duty.â The wise Gabdorin finishes with a nod and walks off towards the egress just around another corner. Squeaky shrugs and follows their first-mate - or, Captain, now, perhaps - as he ducks under the low thresholds. Rev stays put, though. Moments later sheâs tugging on Kixâs arm and leading him the opposite way, just out of Ahriâs earshot. Not that Ahri is paying any attention to the rest of the world right then - too lost in her thoughts. Doused with a determination that is concocted from anger and sorrow.
âIâm worried about her.â The Twi is much more serious now - her tone making that known. âShe hasnât been herself since⊠you know.â Kix nods, looking back over his shoulder at the redhead. Biting the inside of his cheek, he can only imagine what sheâs thinking about right now. âIt doesnât take long to find a sail barge around here, normally. A lot of them are shut up for repairs since that destructive storm came through not too long ago. Sheâs been adamant about going back, but, thereâs just no way. Maybe⊠sheâd listen to you. If you were to talk some sense into her, I mean.â A beat - her tone mildly accusing. âSomething tells me that you know exactly how sheâs feeling.â
Damn.
Turquoise eyes pin his honey ones down in the silence - Kixâs lips pressing themselves into a thin line. He sighs - a nonverbal accord - then backs away from Rev and returns towards where Ahri is slouched in the chair with the device held close to her face. He softly clears his throat - tentatively - to be greeted with that fiery look in her eyes that has since watered down by something else of which he is familiar. She flashes him a weak smile as she sets down the âpad on the little clay side table - bringing her legs up and crossing them in front of her on the seat.
âCan we talk, Ahri?â
What he wants to know is how he ended up in the future. He wants to know what happened after Fives had died, after Rex had met him in the barracks to deliver the awful news the morning after. He wants to know why he was frozen onboard the ship of a Seppie - of Count Dooku - of a Sith. He wants to know it all, but Kix, once again, pushes that desire for answers back behind the part of him that wants to help his new friend.
Or at least he thinks theyâre friends.
She lifts a single brow - studying him closely as he kneels down in front of her. His hands falling against his thighs, Kix rummages through his mind to find the right way to approach this. This, being how heâs supposed to talk this woman out of wanting to risk her life to find a man who is more than likely dead.
She clicks her tongue - cocking her head to the side. âWhatâs goinâ on, Kix? What did they say to you, hm?â
âRev said sheâs worried about you,â he answers honestly and probably a little too quickly. Her eyes widen at that, then sheâs silently standing up and pacing towards the egress - slipping right past where Kix is kneeling on the ground. He sighs as the door whisks shut. When he turns towards where Rev was standing, he finds that she is no longer there. Itâs just him in this little seating area, alone and mentally cursing himself for kicking it off that way.
Osik.
Go after her, diâkut.
Kix stands and bolts out the door, looking around the alleyway that the egress had opened up to. A couple of passersby holding canvas bags of fruits and bread from the nearby market meander towards the opening at the other end of the alleyway, and as his eyes follow them down, they land on Ahri. Sheâs leaned back against the stone wall, her arms crossed across her chest and right boot kicked over the left one. Her face is tilted down, staring at the sand depressed around where sheâs planted.
âAhri.â
His voice was too quiet, too soft and careful when it fell from his lips, but she heard. Kix walks in her direction, and is relieved when she makes no attempt at putting more space between the two of them. With his hands folded behind his back, he pauses at her side - her eyes returning to her boots.
âYou said so yourself that Captain Ithano had made it out of far worse situations.â Silence is his response, but he continues on - softer now. âI know how youâre feeling, Ahri. I know that the need to help in any way you can is eating you from the inside out.â
Kix watches her with pinched brows - the way her head moves in an almost unnoticeable nod.
âHeâs alive,â she whispers - looking up at him. âI know he is.â
âMaybe youâre right, but think about what Quiggold suggested,â Kix implores. âYou have to consider whatâs best for your broth- crew.â He catches himself - clearing his throat. âYour crew.â
âMaybe youâre right,â she echoes. âBut tell me, Kix.â Standing up straight, Ahri turns to fully face him. âWouldn't you have done anything you could to save one of your fellow troopers if they were in trouble? If you knew you could have done something, even if it seemed too risky?â
Unwittingly, her words hit Kix like a speeder.
Fives.
I helped Fives.
How?
I helped him get in contact with Rex and the General, I know this already.
No, thereâs more. Itâs deeper than that. I knew I could help, even after Fives was gone.
But how?
What was Fives going on about? âChipsâ? Rex had mentioned chips. In our heads - in the heads of all clones.
Chips.
Wait. Ahri had mentioned chips, too.
Organic chips.
No, Iâd mentioned chips when theyâd found me. Ahri only repeated what Iâd said. Why did I mention âchipsâ?
âKix?â
Thatâs me⊠Iâm Kix. CT-6116. Kix. Clone medic. Five Hundred and First Legion.
âKix?â
âChips.â
âKix?â
Blinking rapidly, Kixâs vision fades into focus on Ahriâs expression - her eyes wide and brows scrunched in concern. Sheâs close to him - analyzing his face.
âHm?â
âHey, are you okay? You... zoned out or... something just then.â Noticing her own hands on his shoulders, she slides them down his biceps before dropping them to her sides.
âMâfine,â he says - rubbing at his temples - the thick hair growing along his hairline that heâs still getting used to. âItâs just⊠never mind. Like I said, Iâm fine.â
âNo.â
He shakes his head - confusion lacing his features. âNo?â
She sighs. âCâmon.â
Grasping his wrist, Ahri leads him through the alley and out into the open - market stalls of various species of venders and their goods bordering the narrow path between residential structures. Neutral colored canopies and tarps hang overhead, stretching from the roofs of one structure to the next, casting shade upon the merchandise and the sentients shopping around. Vendors call out to shoppers and to other vendors, laughing and arguing and everything in between. It really is a nice day for a desert planet; the red sun is not as devastating as it must usually be. Nearing the end of the market, an Aleena shouts in Basic at Kix about her unique and rare jewelry and gems for sale - how such a pretty young woman deserves the finest desert jewels credits can buy as she winks and gestures towards the redhead practically holding Kixâs hand.
She isnât wrong.
Kix holds up his free hand and respectfully declines with a shake of his head. Ahri scoffs at the merchant when she takes notice of the Aleenaâs hassling and tugs Kix along a little quicker.
Itâs about a minute into walking when she drops his arm from her hold, though he still strides beside her, silently questioning where her head is at, and where theyâre going. Kixâs mind feels fuzzy, aching and incomplete; if that feeling were to be described, he wouldn't know how to in detail. The strangeness thatâs rattling in his skull is foreign to him. Unknown. Never before experienced by himself nor any of his brothers that heâd treated. Or at least, not that he can recall.
After several minutes, the pair comes up on a small hanger thatâs enclosed on three sides by surrounding sand dunes. Crooked pillars constructed of chipped sandstone frame the entrance; a sign with a faded, indiscernible scribbling is etched into the wood, marking the designation of the hangar. A few ships to the left appear to be under repair - pit droids hopping around and working in and out of the parked vessels. Crates opened with random parts haphazardly thrown around litter that section of sand. Junked speeders and barges that had been stripped for parts sit at the far side, and on the other end of the dingy hangar, several ships are parked that must be the vessels of those who are visiting the area. Thatâs the direction Ahri leads Kix in.
They pass the first couple of docked ships, but then sheâs stopping in front of a ship unlike one that Kix had ever seen. His brows raise as he appraises the large shuttle.
âThis is your ship?â
âThe Meson Martinet,â Ahri answers - rolling her eyes. âItâs not my ship, but, yeah.â Starting towards the rear of the ship, she looks back over her shoulder and calls to Kix, who is planted in place, unable to move for some reason.
âYou cominâ?â
He takes a few steps forward before pausing again. This ship is nothing like a Jedi cruiser, nothing like a gunship, nothing like a medical frigate. Itâs the ship of pirates, though that isnât why his legs are refusing to carry him the rest of the way. This is all so new. Different. Unfamiliar - boarding a ship that does not belong to the Republic and is not piloted by Republic pilots.
Clankers, and a lot of them. Surrounding me. Blasters aimed directly at me, but not firing.
Why didnât they kill me?
A ship - a small Separatist transport piloted by clankers. Nothing but clankers.
I was on that ship. On route to somewhere.
Somewhere not good.
Ahri extends a hand. âHey, itâs alright,â she assures - pulling him out of his haze once again with her soft voice. Heâs no longer standing; his knees are digging into the sand. âI told you we have a lot to discuss, and we still do.â
series tags (sorry, I'm not including my entire tag list):
@notfivefives @book-of-baba-fett @ashotofspotchka @threevie @dar-manda-rjct @moonstrider9904 @gotomarvelgal @saltywintersoldat @megafrost4 @wisegrape @revengeisaconfesionofpain @imrowanartist @salaminus @thefact0rygirl @murdertoothpick @kaorikoizumi @theroguesully @sugarpuffsstuff @droids-you-are-looking-for @rowansparrow @nyravioppri
If you wanna be tagged in future chapters, please let me know either in the replies, through inbox, or through DMs.
#from where we stand#fwws#djarrex writes#OC Ahri#kix x oc#kix x reader#clone medic kix x oc#clone medic kix x reader#clone trooper kix x oc#clone trooper kix x reader#clone medic kix#clone trooper kix#kix#kix x ahri#star wars fic#the lost treasure of count dooku#the Crimson Corsair#Sidon Ithano#Post-Stasis!Kix#resistance era kix#pirate!kix
85 notes
·
View notes
Text

The last surviving clone.... Kix!!!đ
#the Crimson Corsair#the lost treasure of count dooku#kix#medic kix#clone trooper kix#clone medic kix#Star Wars#the clone wars#my art
516 notes
·
View notes
Text
Kix was the last surviving clone trooper.
I just found this out and itâs 2:30am and Iâm super emotional about it so itâs time to rant. After Fives died, Kix knew that something other than a virus had caused him and Tup to supposedly âact out.â Being a medic, and a good one at that, he conducted his own research and eventually found out the truth, a little after the battle of Anaxes. Of course Dooku took notice of Kixâs findings, and Kix was captured and interrogated to find out if anybody else in the Republic knew of the information.
The Separatists believed Kix was lying when he said that no one else knew, and planned to send him to the Sith themselves. They brought him on board a Separatist cruiser known as the Obrexta III, where he was frozen and inserted into a cryo-cycle stasis pod, where he would remain until the ship arrived on Serenno. As the cruiser took off, it was ambushed by Republic forces and the ship was rendered barely functional, but the droid in charge of piloting the ship was instructed to not let Kix fall back into Republic hands at any cost. Knowing that the ship couldnât make it to Serenno but could still make one last jump through hyperspace, the droid selected a random sector in the galaxy it knew the Republic would have little to no chance of finding Kix. The ship crashed, the droids powered off, and Kix remained in stasis for the next 50 years.
He was woken up by the Crimson Corsairâs pirate crew, and, not having any clue that five decades had passed, immediately requested that the pirates transport him to the Republic so he could inform General Anakin Skywalker and save the Jedi. Of course he soon realized in devastation that he was too late to save the Jedi, and that his entire squad and life was gone. Kix ended up joining the crew to scour the galaxy for abandoned separatist factories.
Since this all happened around the time of events of the Force Awakens, this makes Kix the last living clone trooper. Iâm in pain
#The Crimson Corsair and the Lost Treasure of Count Dooku#star wars#iâll never get over it#the clones wars#attack of the clones#clones#medic kix#captain Rex#fives#tup
85 notes
·
View notes
Text

Castaways we are castaways âš
The kind of dynamic i'd picture reveth and kix having is more of like brother n sister, but the shitpost kind.
Haha serotonin go brr
#sidon ithano#medic kix#kix#Kix fanart#Revert#star wars#clone trooper kix#Kix clone trooper#crimson corsair#Meson martinet#pirate#we are castaways#clone wars fanart#star wars fanart#Lost treasure of count dooku
71 notes
·
View notes
Text
Because Iâve been yelled at for this multiple times, Iâm sharing it with the fandom at large:
god can you imagine Kix losing Jesse and then immediately being put in stasis? Â Waking up decades later still grieving for the husband he lost what feels like yesterday to him
#the clone wars#clone trooper kix#clone trooper jesse#jessix#cloneshipping#The Crimson Corsair and the Lost Treasure of Count Dooku#no i'm not sorry#i'm already considering going back to my tcw icon#yes that one
192 notes
·
View notes
Photo

my tendency to get attached to minor characters strikes again,, i love reveth a lot
#star wars#twiâleks#reveth#star wars adventures#the crimson corsair and the lost treasure of count dooku#also tagging this#eva reads star wars books#and#eva reads star wars comics#even though the meson martinet crew story in star wars adventures iSNâT OUT YET#my posts
38 notes
·
View notes
Text
I couldnât help myself and had to become obsessed with Kix, and everything that happened to him post-stasis. Reading the short story about the crew of the Mesen Martinet, and couldnât stop laughing.
*spits out tea* Well ok then.
The Crimson Corsair and the Lost Treasure of Count Dooku - Landry Q. Walker
#clone trooper kix#clone medic kix#Mesen Martinet#crimson corsair#the clone wars#star wars#star wars humor#clone wars#tcw#clone wars humor#space pirate#new republic era
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
Okay, but when did Kix go missing? The Crimson Corsair and the Lost Treasure of Count Dooku says nothing. All we get from TCW is that he doesnât show up after being picked up by the med-evac for Cody. It canât be on the med-evac, since Cody makes it back just fine. Iâd like to think itâs after Echoâs back and checked into the medbay but canon doesnât let them interact. We have so little information about the Outer-Rim Sieges.Â
Was he kidnapped during a battle and considered MIA? Was he kidnapped off their base? Was he kidnapped on their way to their next assignment â which, as far as I know, is either Mandalore or the Battle of Coruscant.Â
All I do know is that Jesse doesnât show up after the first Bad Batch arc episode until Mandalore, which could imply he went looking for Kix then. But that still doesnât answer any of my questions. I do have one question I can answer:
Did I make myself sad again writing this? Absolutely
#b talks#clone trooper kix#clone medic kix#medic kix#kix#so yeah it's 2 am and I am listening to ABBA and thinking about Kix again#arc trooper jesse#jesse
51 notes
·
View notes
Note
Honestly I also used to be very prequel and clone wars minded until I watched star wars rebels and more recently read the star wars (2015) comics (and Darth Vader and Dr aphra), thrawn novels, lost stars (would really recommend it's so good) and Leia princess of alderaan. I'm still not fully sold on sequel era but force collector is good. Star wars resistance too once you get past the start and of course the mandalorian is sort of that era. Also if you don't know about the crimson Corsair and the lost treasure of count dooku as a prequel fan look it up. Maybe you've already read/seem all this stuff sorry I've just got very into OT era lately as a former prequels only person. Sorry I'm rambling you probably already know all this have a good day your Obi wan book and screen list is great I don't necessarily want to know all the stuff Obi wan is even mentioned in but it's kinda fun sometimes I suppose.
Thank you for the recommendations!!! The OT and ST are pretty much foreign countries to me, so I do appreciate it. Iâve so far had trouble with finishing Rebels and Iâve only seen the first two seasons, but I do mean to see the rest of it soon!!
Iâm working on a chronological biography of Obi-Wan (weaving together all canon and canon-consistent legends material), so I totally understand if others are not as obsessed with him as I am lol I just want to be accurate in my analysis of his character so I have to be comprehensive in my literature review first.
#thanks again!!#itâs overwhelming tbh i have just kind of gotten a measure of prequel materials#but there is just So Much More#i appreciate you shining some light on it#star wars#got to love it#sw
9 notes
·
View notes
Photo
My precious son! đ« I hope we get more Star Wars content about Kix. A show about him with this group, coming to terms with everything that's happened, would be i n c r e d i b l e.

@lorna-ka_ka continues to throw books at me, this time it was LandryQWalkerâs Red Corsair story and I have to say, now I want more!
#star wars fan art#clone wars fan art#clone trooper kix#the crimson corsair and the lost treasure of count dooku#the crimson corsair#the force awakens
1K notes
·
View notes
Note
I've heard a couple times now that Kix was in some sort of stasis and survived past tfa, but where was this confirmed or where is this information coming from?
There was a comic called "The Crimson Corsair and the Lost Treasure of Count Dooku" that had Kix being discovered by a pirate crew we see in TFA, and as far as I know it's considered canon. You can read all about it on Kix's wookiepedia page!
113 notes
·
View notes