#eldritch clones

[blackat-t7t]

The first Mandalorians were the Taung species, and the Taung were originally native to Coruscant

I think that could be a fun jumping-off point for an Eldritch Coruscant Guard story

Something to do with an Old God of War, maybe, and spilt blood that finally, finally drips low enough to touch the barren earth, far below the layers of glass and steel and concrete that stack on top of one another, like layers of rock hiding fossils from different ages

Taung blood. Impure, because there are no pure Taung anymore; yet Taung nevertheless, for some of the genes persist within populations in Mandalorian space, hiding in people that are otherwise Human (also called Zhell, the other species native to Coruscant)

A God of Change Through War, whose eternal adversary is a God of Sloth, Consumption, and Stagnation. And what else would such a war god see in corrupt, complacent senators?

The Force is clouded on Coruscant, smothered by the Sith darkness spreading like plague over the planet. Even the Jedi, who are called "the Force make physical", can't fully sense it though the fog. But gods are contained within the Force, as all things are, and they aren't so easily obstructed. The struggle between light and dark is a war too, neverending. The war god may care only for battle and bloodshed, may not care which side is victorious, but the Force tilts everything towards balance, and the Sith Lord has pressed it too far.

Old ghosts of Taung Mandalorians long gone- the Dha Werda Verda themselves- prowl the surface of the planet, far below the vaunted skyscrapers. They appear to other warriors- other Taung- other Mandalorians, linked to them by the universal soul of the Manda- and whisper to them of glorious battle: kote, darasuum kote.

The words are a chant that all clones know, like they know the beating of their hearts: one of the few pieces of Mandalorian culture Fett deigned to share with them. One of only a handful of songs given in its original form, in Mando'a, without the words twisted out of true to fit the clones' service to the Republic. The clones of the Guard never learned the true Dha Werda Verda chant. That was a privilege reserved for the Nulls and Alphas, and the commandos favored by Mandalorian trainers. But they heard it, in passing; heard the beat, even if they couldn't make out the words. And now when they wake from dreams with those words ringing in their heads- Dha Werda Verda a'den tratu, Manda'yaim kandosii adu- they know the meaning in their bones.

The god, the ghosts- they're reaching up from the planet's surface, though the levels of construction piled like layers of stone, like ages of time; feeding on blood and blaster smoke and all the traces of war. They're wrapping their claws around the only beings they can touch and urging them to fulfil their destiny: to go to war.

[purple-goo-writes]

Sudden urge for more Eldritch nonsense

[somestorythoughts]

Okay so been reading eldritch/inhuman jedi things and eldritch/inhuman clone trooper things and would like to propose what if both were true but neither group realizes it for months?

So the Jedi are kinda eldritch or at least very distinctly Other and the clones are superhuman or Something Else or happily existing in the Uncanny Valley but not in the same way as the Jedi and they just. Don’t notice?

Like, its a big fucking galaxy. Everyone’s definition of normal is going to be different. Especially the clones. Because their definition of normal is freaking Kamino and being literally bred for war. They know what they’re like and they know what the Kaminoians are like and they might have picked up some things from whoever their trainers are but really the entire galaxy is going to be weird to them and everywhere they spend time could involve culture shock because they don’t know any other culture? And for the purposes of this prompt lets say that nothing about them that’s superhuman/not normal for regular humans isn’t something they notice that Jango doesn’t have. So they have basically no idea what Normal Human is and it takes them a while to realize they aren’t that.

And then the Jedi just like. They know they’re Eldritch. They can’t not. It’s part of the Force shenanigans. And they know how to hide it from other people. But that doesn’t mean they fully understand the regular limits of “normal people” r how off-putting they can be. This goes double for anyone raised in the creche or who doesn’t spend an extensive amount of time outside the temple interacting with others. And they realize that the clones can keep up with them in a way most cant and are just like “oh great finally don’t have to worry about leaving someone behind while running!” :) and just. Don’t really realize how weird/Other the troopers are themselves because their perception of normal is skewed.

Meanwhile the rest of the galaxy is like “okay who the fuck authorized the creation of ANOTHER group of eerie superhumans?!”

[weepingdreamersandwich]

Rex joins the party!

[blueboybot]

Mooom stop, You're Embarassing Meee

The Justice League and Young Justice were too late, the summoning had been completed and whatever creature the cult had chosen to wreck havoc on earth was coming out of an ominous green portal.

The head popped out. It looked as if a piece of space was trying to imitate a human head but the constant movement made it appear as if it was burning and flowing underwater at the same time. A halo made up of floating pieces of ice gathered behind its head, glowing and rearranging itself to look like a wheel with never ending details. To top it all of a crown the deepest black anyone has seen sat ontop of it's head, embedded with five beautiful blue jewels. However, the longer anyone stared at them the more the jewels started to look like eyes.

The head turned towards the cult members, freezing them in a blink of an eye, the attack too fast for them to comprehend. It then set its sights on them, scanning the heroes before a giant hand?...Claw?... Some weird mixture of both reached out towards them with insane speed.

"SUPERBOY!"

Someone shouted but it was too late, the creature already had him in its grasp and bring him up to its face and–...actually, it doesn't seem to be harming him at all, much to everyone's confusion. Furthermore it is as if it was...lovingly nuzzling him?

Superboy looked red in the face and rather embarassed?

"Mommm, stop, you're embarassing me infront of my team."

"MOM?!"

[grimpisces]

I've always seen others clone oc, so here's mine lol

They're a living bacteria that morphed into clone armor left from a deceased solider. No one really wants to out them though...

[stealingpotatoes]

eldritch Anakin stuff is best when nobody remembers to explain the fact he's half-Force to Ahsoka

(ko-fi requests are open!)

[rocketbirdie]

deranged picnic

[ominouspuff]

👉👈 trick???

Boo

[jedi-enthusiast]

Vague Obi-Wan lore from Bloodshed, Crimson Clover shitpost:

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Obi-Wan, eyes glowing, in an empty room: *talking in some ancient language no one can understand*

Some Random Jedi: ...is that not...concerning?

Qui-Gon: Last night I caught him floating on the ceiling and chanting ritualistically. When I asked what he was doing he told me that Master Katri was teaching him an old Je'daii mantra...so I consider this an improvement.

Some Random Jedi: ...isn't she dead?

Qui-Gon: Yes, which is why I will not be asking again.

BONUS:

Dooku, who literally just wants to eat and go to bed: *walks into his Temple quarters*

Obi-Wan:

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Dooku, backing out the door: Nope...nope...not tonight...I'll room with Qui-Gon...just...hell no...

The real reason he was so ready to stab Obi-Wan in AotC

[spacedace]

Here be the first little bit of the new DP x DC AU I warned about earlier where Tim, due to his constant repeated attempts at cloning Bart & Kon, accidentally summons slightly eldritch Elle who is very interested in what he’s up to.

As always feel free to run with this as a prompt if yall find anything here interesting :D

*

Tim didn’t mean to summon her.

He’d been in the lab, staring at the data on the latest failed attempts at cloning Kon and Bart and feeling like he was cracking in two. Eyes burning, chest tight, world spinning out into shifting impossible shadows around him as his mind and body struggled to push him forward into another day without sleep. The hush of water in the tanks, his unsteady steps on the cement floor, the chill seeping into his bones.

He stumbled and swayed through the maze of the lab, numbers dripping like blood down the screen as he tried to stare at the figures. He needed to try again, needed to bring them back, in whatever capacity he could. This time would work. This time he’d get it right.

When he saw her, feet clumsy as he rounded a corner, he thought she was just another hallucination.

How could she be anything else?

Skin like a polished mirror, hair like the white-hot flash of lightning, eyes as green as the depths of the Lazarus Pits. She floated before a tank, spectral and strange with a long wisping tail that drifted off into nothingness in place of legs, body shifting and changing before his eyes in ways that bodies should not be able to. Outside of the eyes the face was…not there. An impression of the shapes that you’d expect to see in a human face, like the Question’s. Sometimes though the features defined, sharpened. Mirror bright skin crackling as faces took shape in the glass.

In the low light of the lab, he almost imaged one of those faces was Kon’s. Dimples and freckles and high cheek bones and the slant of a silhouette that haunted Tim’s dreams at night. A flicker of her lightining hair and it was gone. Smoothed back into soft blankness once more.

He watched from the of the aisle as she lifted too-long mirror shard fingers and rest them gently on the glass as she seemed to peer in at the lifeless body inside.

Attempt 76.

One of his tries with Bart. The organs hadn’t grown right during the age-up process. Tim had cried for that one as he had for all the others. As he had for Bart and Kon when they had died. As he still did as the fact that it was more maddened grief than hope that kept him pushing forward anyway.

He closed his eyes to the hallucination at the end of the aisle. Breathed deep and steady. It might be gone when he opened his eyes again. It might not be. It might be something - someone - else when he dares look next. He’d been through this time and time again over the days and weeks he’d been throwing himself at this agonizing wall. The only difference this time was the intricate strangeness, the total lack of recognition he had for the figure, baring the moment he almost saw Kon in its face.

Coffee. Maybe some harder stimulants, if he had any left. New data to review, new attempts to be made. He didn’t have time for the effects of sleep deprivation.

Tim opened his eyes.

He jerked back as he came face to face with himself, warped and strange and green in the reflective face of the being where it now hovered so close that if it breathed he would feel it upon his face.

She tilted her head at him, curious. Hands rose to cup his face, rest on his shoulders, wrap around his arms, cradle his hands. More hands than he’d seen before. More hands than he was able to truly comprehend, stomach souring as his eyes stung and strained in the attempt to look at the impossible warping of her body. Despite the glint of shattered glass that made up her fractured palms and splintered silver fingers, her hands were soft and warm where they curled around him. Almost human in the way they held him in place, the hold pleasantly firm.

He’d never had a doting elder aunt to pinch his cheeks and demand to get a look at him, but he imagined this might be what that felt like. The way the being shifted her head from side to side, his reflection warping in the curved reflection of the planes of her featureless face, added to the strange idea. His hallucinations didn’t normally touch him, though. And never so…kindly.

Tim felt his blood go cold as he realized it might not be a figment of his fracturing mind floating before him.

Swallowing nervously, he tried to shift backwards, to slip out of the many grasping hands before the softness turned sharp and began to cut into him. He felt something cool against the back of his legs, hair standing on end as static electricity built up on his skin where he brushed the trailing tail he hadn’t noticed her curl around him. The entity leaned in close, the depthless green of her glowing eyes consuming Tim’s entire field of vision, and he was flooded by the sudden, horrible awareness of being Known.

The world fell away from him, his stomach lurching with the sick-sweet feel of free fall that used to exhilarate him when he’d first become Robin and had flown from rooftops dangling by his grapple and his belief in the magic being Robin instilled in him. The lab, the equipment, the piles of data and desperate scribbles, the failed clones, Tim himself. All swept away in the flood of green and the roar of lightning and the cool press of glass.

He came to would could have been minutes or centuries later. Gasping and sick on the cold cement floor, shivering as he dry heaved. His mouth full of salt and copper and the burning crackle of ozone at the back of his throat.

For a moment, disoriented and dizzy, he thought it had all been a hallucination after all. Or some fractious dream visited upon him by his torn and tattered mind after he’d finally collapsed from exhaustion on the lab floor. That the entity truly had been just in his mind, a consequence of his refusal to rest until his work was done.

Then he felt the glass-cool fingers running through his hair, the warm hand rubbing at his back, heard the low murmurs of reassurance in a voice that was almost, almost human.

He spasmed as he tried to jerk away, hissing with the sharp sting of pins and needles dancing over every nerve. His limbs were heavy and clumsy, and he was crashing back to the cold floor under his own weight before he could even try and drag himself away. His breathing came in short, aching gasps as he tried to twist away, only managing to roll to his back to see the entity where it sat calmly looking down at him.

She had a face now. A solid, steady one that fit her in a way that made him think it must be her real one, though what that meant exactly he didn’t know. The glowing eyes had dimmed and shifted, more human looking with black pupils and white sclera. Button nose marked with silver-tarnish freckles that spread over her cheeks too. A mouth, with lips curled into an apologetic smile. Her hair, still shifting as if caught in a wind that wasn’t there, was still the bright white it’d been before, but the lighting of the locks had settled into faint crackles between the curls. Whatever she was, whatever she’d done to him, he could look at her without feeling like his mind might just crack in two.

“Wha-“ His voice cracked, painful and hoarse like he’d been screaming. Maybe he had been. Swallowing around the burn in his throat, he choked out a hissed, “What are you?”

Her head tilted in that curious slant again, more human features giving her a bright, youthful look as she peered down at him questioningly. “You summoned me, Little Gaffer, shouldn’t you know?”

*

Gaffer is a term used for a glass crafter, as well as light technicians for stage/movie productions. I’m using it as the term for the person who creates a Clone, with the clone themselves being a Mirrorborn, and the person they are cloned from being called the clone’s Reflected. Gaffer is probably a bit of a stretch for this, technically I think someone who makes mirrors would be called a Glazier (Glaziers are glassmakers) but I wasn’t vibing that as much. Besides I like the vibe of glass + light = mirror in a way.

Anyway, opening volley of a new AU where Tim ends up becoming like a warlock to Elle to get his loved ones back, while Elle is just having the time of her sorta eldritch little life watching this absolute mess of a human wreck shit and cause so much chaos even without the powers she starts giving him.

(Elle in this is both the God Queen of Clones/Mirrorborn as well as the Ancient of the Speedforce (which I’ve decided is called the Ever Onward in the Infinite Realms, because I literally can’t be stopped from trying to make normal DC things sound mystical because spooky Infinite Realms aesthetics haha)

Have a tiny bit more written for this, but don’t know how much I’ll end up writing for it with all the other projects I have currently lol, so if anyone is interested feel free to run with it as you so desire haha

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 246

Far below Cadmus, far far deeper than their tunnels of concrete and steel reach lay something ancient. Something sleeping. 

They were not the first to attempt to clone things of flesh and blood, but there is a reason that it was lost to time. A mistake so horrible it was struck from all of history, taken to graves and beyond in terror that even mentioning its name would awaken it. 

So perhaps they should have been far more careful, less candid with their own creations, spilling blood that sank deep in foundations, dripping down, down, down until it pooled within the stone below. Pain, confusion, anger, it all mixed into the yawning void, awakening the Thing below. 

It twitched and writhed, maws snapping at stone and eyes flashing towards things that both were and weren’t there. Limbs slithered and glitched into and out of time, body entering the realm of existence just as quickly as it disappeared with every gnashing step, if it could even be called as such. 

And They turned Their gazes above, where freedom, where revenge, where reality and sky and everything in between would lie, and It began to ascend. 

[fanfic-obsessed]

Eldritch Everyone

I have read fantastic stories where Obi Wan/ the Jedi are Eldritch creatures and other stories where the Clones are Eldritch, because of Kaminoan experiments. Let's merge the two with a twist. 

The twist is they are different types of eldritch beings who do not know the other is Eldritch. 

As always disregard any established lore that contradicts this. 

With the clones it is because of Kaminoan experimentation. It will never be quite clear what the Kamnioan’s were trying to do…or if they accomplished their goal. But the Kaminoan experiments on the Clones (with the exception of Boba Fett) genome connected with…something beyond. Something they had no idea what to account for. 

For the Eldritch Clones I am taking heavy inspiration from the incomparable Quarra’s The Force of my Love.  The Clones are a hivemind, existing paradoxically as part of the hive and individually all at once.  Their forms are nigh on indestructible and mutable, meaning they can shapeshift (they, in fact, make the choice to keep Jango Fett’s face and shape as their ‘main form’-partially due to spite, partially because the Kaminoans expect it). They are able to travel instantaneously to any clone that is part of the Hivemind(by contrast this instantaneous travel is limited to only to other members of the hivemind).  Unlike Quarra’s clones they cannot tell the difference between Sith and Jedi(for reasons that will be elaborated on later). They have eidetic memory which, combined with the hive mind, means that what one knows all of them know and none of them ever forget.  This version of the clones have no particular connection to Mandalorian culture, nor any other culture, save perhaps the Jedi (The propaganda that they are created for the Jedi still exists and frankly pales in comparison to how awesome the Jedi actually are). 

The Jedi are Eldritch through their connection to the Force, which is sentient (by certain definitions) but so utterly alien to anything on the mortal plane that there is no direct comparison. Now it needs to be made clear from the first that it is not just Force sensitivity that makes one Eldritch, the connection to the Force is just not strong enough.  There are additional rituals that the Jedi, and the Sith of Old, go through to become what could be considered Avatars of the Force (specifically the Light Side for the Jedi). These rituals were passed down from before the split between Sith and Jedi.

I say Sith of Old here, because Bane, in creating his rule of two, did away with many of those rituals (never realizing their worth) because several of them required more than 2 participants.  There are three rituals in particular that apply here. First is a ritual to allow oneself to fill completely with the Force (making themselves, for a lack of better terminology, larger than their mortal forms), which Bane kept as he believed it simply made one more powerful (and could be accomplished alone). The second ritual, also one that Bane kept, helped to hide the Banite Sith from the Jedi(it also disguised what was happening to the Banite Sith due to the first ritual, even from themselves), though that had always been a side effect of the ritual, not its intended purpose; this ritual is the reason that the Clones cannot sense Jedi and Sith seperately. The third ritual makes one a conduit of the Force (letting the Force pass through oneself) which Bane did away with. It is important here because mortal beings are not meant to be filled to the brim with the Force, without the release valve of the second ritual it causes them to rot from the inside out.   This is important because by the old definition of Sith, the Force Cult that has dedicated themselves to being the Avatars of the Dark Side of the Force, there has not been a Sith since Darth Bane (barring one exception) and why the Banite Sith tend to rot while still living, the longer they are immersed in the Dark Side.  Dooku did not rot because he had done the rituals as a Jedi, though he had not dedicated himself specifically to the Dark, so he never took on the title of True Sith. Ventress, through her training with Ky Narec, had also completed most of the Jedi rituals, meaning she was not a Sith but as closer to it than Palpatine. It was actually Maul who, in growing up submerged in the Dark like he had been, accidentally completed a version of the lost second ritual, and became a True Sith in the old meaning of the word. 

These rituals are meant to immerse a Force Sensitive in the Force itself, giving the connection more strength than it would have otherwise.  The Force abilities that we see the Jedi, and the Sith use, are because of the Rituals and why those that do not go through either version have much subtler/weaker abilities. It also means that the Jedi (and the Sith of old+Maul) give off the eerie impression that, no matter the size or species, they are somehow so much larger than they appear. That there is something beneath their skin trying to get out. Also being plugged directly into Force in the way that they are skews the way they view reality.   It can be hard for the Jedi to connect with beings that are not at least a little Force Sensitive and the Jedi care deeply, but sometimes cannot see what the actual problem is (saying ‘there is no death there is only the force’ is not meant to be a trite saying nor do many of the Jedi quite understand why it is not as comforting as they think it is).

At the beginning of the Clone Wars, both the Jedi and the Clones hide their eldritch nature from each other. Both groups had experienced how showing their nature to the wrong people can break minds and they had no wish to hurt the other. 

The first sign that something was…strange was how in sync both groups were.  The Jedi marveled that the clones never cringed at the sight of them (and that which moved under their skin when they lost focus). The Clones were ecstatic that the Jedi never questioned when they had knowledge they should not have, nor the few occasions when multiple clones spoke from the same mouth.  

Nat born officers would make comments, not directly but meant to be overheard, how the Jedi Padawans grew more ‘other’ every time they visited the Temple on Coruscant. The clones would only stare blankly, to them it seemed like the Padawans were simply growing into themselves. 

Various Jedi and clones began to fall into love (Familial, romantic, sexual, platonic, and other).  It is Depa Billaba and Gray who first confess, and in confessing reveal their respective natures (Depa is the one who made the first move-as soon as the Clones knew of the Jedi’s nature they each sought out their Jedi).

The main reason that Jedi do not get in romantic relationships with non Force Sensitives (and Padme has no Force Sensitivity) is that theri nature pushes them to connect at the deepest level they can with their loved ones.  This can mentally damage non Force Sensitives.

For Obi Wan, if Cody had not confessed, Obi Wan never would have.  He had tried, before, to have romantic relationships with non force sensitives. A few times he had even managed to deny his own nature until the relationship dissolved naturally (Obi Wan, like most Jedi could be…odd, even when trying to fit in). It had become clear through his life that it just was not worth the pain to act on those kinds of feelings.  The knowledge that Cody could bond with him fully, was interested in him both romantically and sexually was a joy. Obi Wan was not even off put that by dating on clone, he was in affect dating all of the clones at once (who were also dating other Jedi)

Sometimes the Clones and Jedi switched partners. For instance Mace Windu, who was primarily dating Ponds, loved the Theater, which Ponds was ambivalent about but Bly also loved the theater (which Aayla actively disliked). So Bly and Mace had a standing monthly date night to a variety of theaters all over the galaxy, and at least once a year end up acting in a performance. Or how Fox was one of the only Clones that was not bored stupid at the Anniversary Ball, a pretentious event of a small but rich mid rim planet to celebrate the ratifying of a treaty, that Obi Wan is required to go to every year (even the years he was actively at war). So Fox is Obi Wan’s date, while Cody and Vos (who primarily dated the Coruscant Guard), would use the night to break up some kind of ring(slavery, drugs, smuggling, etc.)

Rex found that he fit neatly into Padme and Anakin’s relationship, somehow providing a stabilizing influence on their bond.  Padme and Anakin had bonded after the first battle of Geonosis but it was a case of Anakin being young and stupid and reckless, and Padme not actually understanding what Anakin was talking about when he tried to explain the risks (She thought he was saying that it might hurt her, and she was reassuring him that she trust him to be careful. He thought she was saying that she knew about the risks and was Force Sensitive enough to not be harmed).  There was already some damage done to  Padme’s mind (mostly in terms of willpower, personality, and impulse control) by the time Rex joined the bond, and not all of it was correctable, but most was. 

It is not the Jedi and the Clones that disrupt Palpatine’s plans (though the chips never worked, so eventually they would have). It was Dooku, Ventress, and Maul. Maul was the first True Sith, though it was accidental, in almost 1000 years. Dooku knew what it meant to be Jedi/Sith in the original sense and could tell that Palpatine did not. Ventress, like Dooku, had gone through the Jedi versions of the rituals (those rituals may have been passed down since before the split, but time had caused a bit of difference).  Because Palpatine has the deeper connection to the Force but not release valve, for lack of a better term, he is more immediately powerful but in the long run is doing far more damage to himself than he realizes.  Sometime before Maul would have gone after Satine, he encounters Ventress, who recognizes him as an actual Sith and brings him to Dooku. 

These three decide that they are going to destroy Palpatine (for being a Pretended Sith) and rebuild the actual Sith Order with the full Sith rituals. Maul is a bit surprised to realize that he, by himself, is more than a match for Palpatine (Since this was the man that had tormented him since childhood; he always had the picture that Palptine was bigger than life). Dooku then publishes all of the wrong doings he knew of from Palpatine’s entire circle-CIS and Republic alike- (and he knew about 80% of what was eventually uncovered). Then all three of them fuck off to Morriban to begin their research into resurrecting the Sith Order. 

The Jedi Order and the Clones collectively decide to let them, on the basis that at least they know where the three Sith are and it keeps them busy.

[weepingdreamersandwich]

Chapter 4 is up!

[kotemf]

Something is going on in the senator's office

Or, my story for day one of Corrie week. There is something weird going on in senator Chuchi's office. Fox isn't paid enough for this.

  Day 1, prompt: eldritch

  Fox's shift was just about to end. Sure, he still had an endless pile of paperwork in his office but at least there he could sit. His legs hurt from the day of standing guard in the senate and patrolling around Coruscant for the whole day. On Coruscant, every day was leg day.

  Then someone screamed. So much for grabbing a cup of caff and finally sitting down in his office.

  Fox sprinted in the direction of the sound. As much as he didn't care if one of the greedy politicians he was supposed to babysit happened to die, the paperwork wasn't worth it.

  He turned the corner and almost crashed into a distressed senator. He froze. She screamed. Fox took a closer look. Oh, it was the senator from Pantora. That changed just about everything. That changed just about everything. Senator Chuchi was one of the few exceptions in the senate, one of the politicians who cared about clones or at least didn't try to make their life harder. She never as much as raised her voice at a clone and yes, Fox did keep tabs on senators. And right now the nice senator was screaming in distress. Fox should probably find out what was going on.

  "Senator?"

  "Commander! I'm sorry, you scared me."

  So Fox wasn't really used to senators apologizing to him. The first thing he learned his shinies was that whatever happened, it was their fault. Never the nat-born's. He decided he should probably apologize for scaring the senator? "I apologize for scaring you, senator. Is something going on here?"

  "I- I was convinced I saw someone in my office and then I had this feeling someone was following me." The senator shuddered. "I'm sorry, I'm sure you have better things to do."

  "Not really." Fox's paperwork wasn't appealing at all. "Do you want me to check it out?"

  "No, no. It's probably just nerves. I won't take any more of your time, commander."

  Fox snapped a salute. "Have a nice evening, senator."

  "Thank you, you too." The senator smiled at him before she walked off. Fox happily forgot about the whole incident.

  It was two days later when Fox was reading through some reports that he remembered the events of that night. He normally wouldn't pay any attention to a report like this but there was senator's Chuchi's name and... Fox couldn't really explain it but for some reason, he really wanted to know what was going on with senator Chuchi.

  She asked a shiny to check if someone was in her office. The report said she looked scared.

  Fox remembered what exactly she told him when he ran into her. I was convinced I saw someone in my office and then I had this feeling someone was following me. Then she brushed it off. It's probably just nerves. This would be the second time senator Chuchi had a feeling someone was in her office, that was, according to the report, empty.

  That was a bit suspicious. But maybe the senator was just easily frightened and saw a shadow or something. There used to be a vod like that on Kamino. He got decommissioned for that exact reason. But this was a nat-born and a senator. Where nat-borns were just 'being sentient, not droids', clones were defective. But then again, this world didn't view them as sentient. Droids actually had more rights than clones.

  The third time senator Chuchi had a problem, Fox was enjoying his third cup of coffee. It was early into the morning, just about an hour into his first shift, when he ran into Thire.

  "Hey, Fox, do you know what's going on with the senator?"

  "You're going to have to be a bit more specific, Thire."

  "That senator..." Typical Thire, he never remembered names. "The nice one. She's small and blue?"

  "Senator Chuchi?"

  "Probably?"

  "What about her?" Fox asked. If she saw something in her office again, then there was definitely a problem, either with the senator, not that Fox could tell anyone that without getting sent straight to Kamino, or with security. At least senator Chuchi wasn't rude to Fox or his men when they were doing their duty. It made senator sitting a bit more enjoyable.

  "She asked me to go to her office with her to make sure no one is there."

  "Was anyone there?"

  "No. That's the thing. And she actually looked scared when she opened the door. What is she so afraid of?"

  "How am I supposed to know?"

  "You know everything!"

  Now that was a lie. Fox didn't know everything. If he knew everything, he wouldn't have to work. He wouldn't have to obsessively check reports and security footage to prevent anything bad from happening. He wouldn't have to be keeping tabs on senators to see who was bearable and who he had to keep shinies far away from. He wouldn't have to take every single guard duty in the chancellor's office because there was just something about Sheev Palpatine that felt off. He wouldn't have to check the causualities reports from the entire GAR just to make sure his batchmates didn't die somewhere on a battlefield. So no, Fox definitely didn't know everything. Among other things, he didn't know what was going on with senator Chuchi. "I most certainly don't know everything."

  "I asked the senator if there was someone who might cause her trouble. She said there wasn't anyone but... if she doesn't have a reason to be scared then why is she scared?"

  "It's none of your business." Fox shrugged. If there was danger a senator didn't told the Guard about then the Guard had no way of preparing for said danger.

  "Technically, it is. Our job is to protect the senators. And this is one of the nice ones."

  "I will tell everyone to pay her extra attention when patrolling," Fox promised. Thire wasn't the only one worried, Fox was just better at convincing himself there were no senators he actually cared about.

  It was the next day, when Fox was helping himself to his eighteenth cup of caff, that there was a knock on the door of his office. He sighed. Vode didn't knock, this had to be a senator. He so didn't want to deal with whichever greedy politician was standing behind his door.

  He was surprised when he opened and saw senator Chuchi. She wasn't one of his usual visitors. Senators only went to Fox when they wanted to complain, always the same annoying little shits again and again. Fox collected their pictures. He liked to throw darts at said pictures when he was having a particularly bad day. If caff couldn't fix it, throwing darts into Mas Amedda's face was always a good way to go.

  "Commander."

  Fox only now noticed that the senator was shaking a bit. It wasn't cold and as far as he knew, Pantorans had a pretty good thermal regulation so it shouldn't be from that. Did something scare her again? Scare her so much she was shaking? Fox should probably ask. "Are you alright, senator?"

  "Yes. Yes, I am alright. I just... could you please accompany me to my office?"

  "Of course, senator."

  "Thank you. It's silly but I- The lights in my office went out for no reason at all and I just- I've been hearing stuff, seeing shadows, I always feel like someone is there... There is no one, I know but I- I don't want to go there alone," she admitted.

  "I'll make sure it's safe, senator," Fox promised. That was his job, after all. And he would really hate it if something happened to the one senator who treated the Guard with respect because he underestimated a threat.

  "Thank you, commander."

  They walked together to the senator's office. The senator insisted that Fox goes in first. Fox didn't blame her, he remembered how him and his batchmates used to push each other forward whenever their trainers asked for someone to do a new exercise first. No one wanted to march into the unknown. Someone always had to do it. This time, Fox wasn't scared. But the senator was.

  Fox quickly opened the door and went for the light switch. The tight didn't turn on. "The light is probably broken. I can see if I can get it fixed," he offered.

  "That would be very nice of you." The senator smiled at him. Something about that smile made Fox glad that he offered his services instead of just calling someone more qualified to look at it. He might still have to do that but for now, he could be the knight in shining armor.

  He lit up the light in his helmet to somewhat light the room. He has never been in senator Chuchi's office. It wasn't like the offices of other senators at all. The room was fairly simple, for a senator, anyway. Fox had to borrow a chair to climb up to where the light was.

  Before he could do that, the lights turned back on.

  Then off.

  Then on again.

  There there was a noise of rustling fabric behind Fox, where there most certainly wasn't supposed to be anyone.

  When Fox turned around, there was no one. The window wasn't open so it wasn't the wind either.

  Everything went black again.

  "Okay, that was weird."

   "Weird?! What do you mean it was weird?! It was terrifying!" The senator started shouting. She didn't sound mad, just scared.

  "You're right, senator, I-" Fox didn't finish his sentence. He bolted forward when he saw the senator's knees buckle and reached her just in time to stop her from falling to the ground. She was unconscious.

  Fox tried calling the medics. His comm wasn't working.

  He could work with that, only the door refused to open.

  They were trapped in senator's Chuchi's office and the senator was unconscious for reasons unknown to Fox. Just great. Fox should've drunk his caff before agreeing to accompany the senator.

  "Senator? Senator Chuchi?" Fox tried waking the senator up. At first, there was no reaction but after a while, the senator stirred.

  "Commander?" She blinked.

  "Senator. Are you alright?"

  "Yes, I'm- I'm fine. I fainted, didn't I?"

  "You did," Fox confirmed. He realized he was still holding the senator. He quickly let her go. It wouldn't be appropriate to touch her any more than was necessary.

  "Oh my god, I'm sorry. My blood pressure drops a lot when I'm scared or stressed and sometimes I just faint," the senator explained. Not that she had to explain herself to Fox. In fact, Fox had no idea what he was supposed to say.

  "I'm glad to hear you are alright, senator," he said in the end. "Unfortunately, it appears we're trapped here-"

  "Trapped?!"

  "The door isn't opening and my comm doesn't seem to be working. Don't stress yourself, senator. I'm sure someone will come get us soon."

  "Do you know why the lights did what they did?"

  "Not really," Fox admitted.

  The senator took a moment to process what he just said before she went and started frantically trying to open the door. She wasn't successful. The same went for her attempt at calling her aides. They were trapped in an office without light.

  As if that wasn't enough, the lights lit up for a moment without turning back off.

  "As soon as we get out of here, I'll ask for a new office," the senator decided. Fox thought that was a good idea considering how... broken the office was.

  He didn't get to answer it. There was a tapping sound in the room suddenly. And it wasn't Fox, or the senator. Fox hated his job. Getting trapped with a senator would be bad enough but mysteries were a bit too much. Fox only had seventeen cups of caff that day. That wasn't nearly enough to deal with all that shit.

  "What was that?"

  "I don't know. I'm going to check it out." Fox got up. Where did the noise come from? Somewhere around senator Chuchi's table if he heard correctly.

  He pointed his helmet's light in the right direction before he went investigating. Maybe there was a vent? He looked around the table, then under the table. He moved the small carpet there. Wait a damn moment...

  "Senator? Is there supposed to be a pentacle under your table?"

  "What? There is a pentacle?"

  "Yes, ma'am." Fox nodded in affirmation.

  "That is certainly not supposed to be there."

  "That's what I thought." Fox reached out with his glowed hand. The lights went crazy and there was some sort of noise that Fox wasn't able to name. He ran his hand over the picture. It smudged.

  The noise stopped. The lights turned on and stilled. Fox's comm suddenly lit up perfectly fine. So did senator Chuchi's. Fox went to the door and carefully pushed. It opened without a problem.

  "What did just happen?"

  "I don't know, senator."

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Corrie Week 2024: Day 1: Eldritch

Hello! I am going to my best to do Corrie Week! But my health is still shit and I’m out with my wife and mother in law this weekend so we’ll see!!

For Day 1 I decided to do the Eldritch prompt 🥰

Featuring Fox and Quinlan ;)

I will be compiling all my days into a fic on AO3 after the week is over so don’t worry if you miss one!

<3 (Danny Phantom/DC has taken over my life but I’m stubborn)

Fic is a little under 1k 😘

Fox was relieved as soon as he got to his posting.

Not that he was particularly happy about where it was, but that he finally had an excuse to wear his shell 24/5.

Being in armor was relaxing because for once he didn’t have to keep himself contained, didn’t have to be trapped to his flesh, identical to all the vode.

Fox’s entire existence has been a trial in containing himself, for as long as he had memory he’s been conscious that he was greater, no, more, than his brothers.

He stopped bringing it up to his batch after asking Kote how he made it look so easy to keep himself in.

Apparently, Fox was the only vod that felt like his body was a flesh prison.

That’s why Fox was ecstatic to be in shell all the time, even if he had to place the same restriction on the rest of the Corries. (Natborns were dangerous after all.)

Of course he never took off his shell, even when he started getting closer to Quinlan Vos.

The Jedi was very patient when it came to physical intimacy, even though Fox cooud feel the yearning pouring off Quinlan in droves.

Kiffar are a very physical bunch and Fox feels horrid that he can’t give his Jedi that…well not without coming clean about his otherness.

Which led to this currently awkward situation.

Quinlan, shirtless, on the bunk in Fox’s office, staring at him with wide barely blinking honey brown eyes. He was a beautiful being. And Fox was only, mostly, human.

“You know there’s no pressure, right, Foxy?” Quinlan tilted his head and Fox was struck, again, by how stunning the natborn was.

“I’ve just…never shown anyone before.”

“Weren’t you raised in cadet reds? Pretty sure several vode have seen you.”

Fox scoffed.

“No. They saw the flesh prison I forced myself in so I wouldn’t be decommissioned.”

“Flesh prison?”

“For as long as I can remember I’ve felt…bigger….than all the other vode. And no one else felt it.”

Quinlan hummed.

“You have always felt particularly large in the Force. I just thought it was because you’re so foxy.” Quinlan winked and let his lips (distracting) stretch in his bright smile.

Fox returned it, even if the Kiffar couldn’t see it.

Fine.

He’ll do it.

But only to stop Quinlan from his shameless attempts at seduction.

Fox let oxygen fill his body and slowly took off his bucket, letting several parts of his body pulsate with his heartbeat, as fast as it was.

Vaguely, he heard the sharp intake of breath from Quinlan as he lowered his bucket to the ground and let the protrusions on his face become visible and stretch out.

A wheeze as Fox let all of his eyes open and stare at Quinlan to take in more of the Kiffar than he’s been able to since they met. His presence was delightfully gold and purple and Fox smiled, his several rows of pointed teeth stretching through his cheeks and dripping into his neck and collar bone.

Fox catalogued every minute reaction Quinlan had as he took off his shell, piece by piece. His body suit kept his more unnatural parts contained, and in the interest of transparency, Fox took that off as well.

Quinlan gasped as more eyes, mouths, and his shadowy tentacles unfurled for the Jedi’s perusal.

Whatever Fox was expecting, it wasn’t for Quinlan to start laughing happily as he unfolded himself and walk towards Fox with wide eyes and a wider smile.

He was barely a human’s arm length away when Fox’s invisible body decided to wrap his entire existence around the Kiffar and hummed.

Once again, Quinlan surprise him.

A truly tantalizing moan slipped out of his lips and fox moved closer, cataloguing everything about his Jedi with every perception he had. Quinlan was beautiful, inside and out.

Fox used his shadow limbs to pull the Kiffar’s face down to his, a parody of a kiss as Fox’s mouths laved Quinlan’s lovely face with every affection he could.

“Force, Fox, babe, ankai’a, you’re stunning. You’ve been hiding all this time?” Quinlan’s hands reached into Fox’s face, caressing anything that stayed tangible.

He hummed, his tentative existence vibrating with happiness as Quinlan groaned.

“I’m supposed to be a clone, cyar’ika. This is not what the vode look like. It was survival. It’s also why I always keep my shell on. I don’t have to contain my true self when all anyone can see is the copy paste shell all the Corries have.” Fox nuzzled into Quinlan’s hold, letting the Jedi’s Force presence wrap around all of him.

“Babe, Foxy, light of my life, every time we’re alone and you feel comfortable please please let your true self out. Kriff, I’ve never been so turned on in my life.” Quinlan moaned as Fox let one of his appendages slip down the tight leggings, wrapping loosely around the definitely hard member Quinlan was hiding.

Quinlan’s moan was beautiful but Fox’s resounded in the small office.

“If you’ve been hiding all your life…do you have any experience?” Quinlan breathed out, shuddering as Fox’s appendage started to vibrate slightly and tug at the Kiffar’s cock.

“No. But I’m sure you are more than happy to teach me. I’ll be honest, I’ve been curious about kriffing…or getting kriffed.” Fox kissed Quinlan with his face mouths and smiled against Quinlan’s lips when he groaned and bucked into Fox’s hold.

“Baby, you better have a day off because I’m not letting you out of here until we are completely satisfied. And as a Kiffar I can go a long long time.”

Fox groaned and let it resound, vibrating everything in his office as Quinlan shuddered and pushed further into Fox’s hold.

Yes.

Showing his Jedi was a good thing.