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For Esprit: Do you think mermaids have live babies or lay eggs?

"Ooh, this is actually quite a fascinating thing to think about! While we have yet to document a species in this galaxy that fits the description of mermaids in fantasy, I think it's interesting to ponder this question and the logistics of it.

"I'm going to say it would be a live birth, akin to that of dolphins, whales, and porpoises. After all, it seems that the hypothetical biology of a mermaid is primarily mammalian, and that the portion of a mermaid that is a fish doesn't necessarily contain vital organs or characteristics that would dictate how it would live it's life differently from any other aquatic mammal. So, I would assume that mermaids would then follow a more mammalian path to reproduction and birth and be similar to other aquatic mammals.

"Of course, this is all hypothetical, we are talking about a mythical creature after all. However, it's fun to think about these kinds of possibilities and consider biology that would be foreign to us."

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Ever since @powdered-kneecaps mentioned me in their post/reblog about togruta/twi'lek anatomy, I've been thinking and thinking about my boy Esprit and finally setting down once and for all how his anatomy (biology? idk) works out.

Firstly, a very simple reference

So, first and foremost, hearing. It's fairly straightforward for him, thankfully (and to spare my sanity). He hears just like humans and twi'leks do, with no impairment to his hearing. His montrals, however, don't work properly. He technically can use them for echolocation, and they work in a similar way that dolphin echolocation does. His montrals basically funnel the sound to his ear canal the same way a dolphin's jaw does, and from there he can process it. But his echolocation is 'muddy', and isn't super effective. Like yes, technically he can use it, but it's not super helpful unless he puts in a lot of effort, so he basically just tunes it out for the most part.

Another way of putting it is that his montrals basically act like radar, but the radar isn't that great at locating things and produces a quiet white noise that he learns to just tune out.

Now, his lekku. He has two, and for almost all intents and purposes, they are twi'lek lekku. They don't have that connection to the brain that twi'lek lekku do, but they are sensitive and prehensile like them. Basically all muscle, fat, and nerves.

His montrals stop growing when he's about 17-18 y/o, but his lekku continue growing well into his twenties and get to be fairly long. Annoying, slightly cumbersome, but not impossible to deal with.

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Shriek: -she decides to be a little shit to esprit but to also apologize for the last time she was a little shit. In order to do this she's gotten a cake that looks like a bug and left it in his med bay with a note that says: Sorry for last time." She's left it unsigned but theres a pretty good chance he'll figure out who left this-

"Seriously?"

He does keep it, though.

"At least it tastes good. And it doesn't look that realistic. But no more bugs or bug-related things, Shriek. Please. The only exception is your brother, but nothing else. I don't think I could handle it."

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Big Stretch

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I feel like I should give a pronunciation guide to Esprit's name because I cursed him with French

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🍓🍩🍷🍕🍟 - for Haila, Esprit, and Nebula . goin for three!

Aw hell yeah, Haila's in on it too! This is gonna be so fun!

🍓: Does your OC have any particular scents they like? Or hate?

Nebula - He doesn't really like the smell of the medbay. The medbay can be a very touchy subject even for a well-behaved and perfect looking cadet like him, and so he doesn't really like anything to do with it, including the smell.

Esprit - He really likes lightly floral scents. If it's too strong he'll get dizzy, but something slight and gentle is his favourite.

Haila - She loves the smell of a fire, like a campfire or in a fireplace. She'll never admit it, but she loves the cosy feeling it gives her, and it's very soothing.

🍩: What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime they're most likely to get arrested for?

Nebula - I'm gonna think about crimes in his case as breaking the rules the Kaminoans set up. So most likely to commit, breaking curfew. Most likely to get caught, skipping training sessions.

(These do happen, and it does not end well for him)

Esprit - Most likely to commit for Esprit? The follow-the-rules guy? I can't think of any he'd be likely to commit. But I do know what he's likely to get arrested for: Aiding an assault. He was just at the crime scene, he didn't actually do anything, but he'd get arrested for that all the same because he always follows Haila to clean up her messes, and Haila... well...

Haila - Most likely to commit and most likely to get arrested for are the same for her; assault/aggravated assault. She can and will absolutely deck a bitch, and she's not sorry about it either.

"Listen, the Force was telling me to beat him up, and as a Jedi, I must follow the will of the Force. Plus he's a dick."

🍷: What's one of your OC's pet peeves concerning food?

Nebula - He doesn't really have a pet peeve with food. He's not the biggest fan of the meals on Kamino, but he doesn't hate them either. Food kind of just is for him.

Esprit - Noisy/messy eaters. He'll go absolutely crazy. Yes, he understands that sharing a meal with someone is a sign of friendship and something kind to do, but let this poor boy eat alone in peace.

Also like 90% of whatever the hell Haila is doing with her food. He's terrified of the kind of concoctions she's making (think like those posts on tumblr where people say "I combined these things. Do Not")

Haila - People who talk with their mouths full. She can't understand a thing they're saying, and it's kinda gross. Just finish your bite before talking to Haila during a meal.

🍕: How does an OC spend a lazy day?

Nebula - There's no such thing as a lazy day for Nebula. Even if it's a relatively slow day of training, he always finds something to do, some sort of adventure to drag 67 along into.

Esprit - He'll read, treat himself to some tea, and basically just lock himself away in his room all day. If you knock, he just won't answer. For all intents and purposes, he's gone. Don't even bother.

Haila - She plays video games, naps, and generally just does as much nothing as possible. It's her time to rest, damn it! Force help anyone who decides to try and interrupt her nothing, because they will get thrown, very very far.

🍟: What does your OC admit to be their guilty pleasure? What actually is their guilty pleasure?

Nebula - He says his guilty pleasure is sneaking off to spy on the CC cadets, because technically they're not supposed to do it. His real guilty pleasure is spending time with 67 in the library because, while it's not technically an act of rebellion, it's something that 67 feels genuinely comfortable doing, so Nebula will always want to do that.

Esprit - He claims his guilty pleasure is watching those funny videos of kids falling over. His real guilty pleasure is watching shitty sitcoms and dramas with Haila and talking about them with her. He is fully invested in the characters and whatever bullshit is going on in the shows.

Haila - She says her guilty pleasure is reading wlw romance novels (considering the Jedi aren't really supposed to have attachments), but just like Esprit, her real guilty pleasure is watching shitty sitcoms and dramas with him. She's thrown various things at the screen before because of a character doing something stupid or because of second-hand embarassment.

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Ok question about esprit: are his eyebrows markings, hair, or drawn on (like a lot of twi'leks in canon), or just a stylistic choice in your art

This won't make a huge difference but both twi and togrutas are hairless species so I was wondering how you thought of them

Y'know, I didn't give it much thought before, I was really just doing it cause I wanted it to be easier for me since expressions are hard, but I'm giving it thought now, and I got an answer. A goofy one, cause this boy is goofy

They're tattoos. When he was little, he just kept drawing them on every day, but as he got older he got tired of doing it. So, with Haila egging him on of course, he got them tattooed on so they'd be permanent

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I have yet to figure out who they're gossiping about, but they are definitely gossiping

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Progress

Now he has two outfits!

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For haila and Esprit: Who do you think actually tests the specific massiff food when they say that it has a new and improved flavor?

"I don't think they actually test i-"

"John."

"I'm sorry?"

"John. Every company's got someone called John, and he has to taste the food."

"You don't actually believe that, do you?"

"..."

"Haila..."

"Everyone hates John, in case you were wondering."

(Haila doesn't actually believe that. She and Esprit both think it's not tested and it's just some stupid marketing claim so they can sell more product.)

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-as Esprit looks for Shriek as she was ratted out he finds a trooper helmet goes flying and lands at his feet- Bitter: dank farrik... -he pats his chest and gives an apologetic look if somewhat annoyed look. Seems he got hit with something too for him to YEET his helmet like that.- Shriek. -he growls a bit confirming she's been here- she went that way -he points out where she went- Might get Charge or Fluke... good luck. -following Bitter's directions he finds the ARC Trooper hiding somewhat well behind some supply crates with a delighted smirk on her face. Clearly she doesn't feel bad about her pranks. Clearly she also thinks she's given the medic the slip. Well can't have her believing that for long right?-

"You know, surprisingly, there aren't a lot of places to hide on a ship. I mean technically there are, but no one ever thinks of all of them. I'm sure there are even a few I don't know. But you know as many hiding places as all the runners do. Which is to say, not a lot.

"And just so you know, being a good patient doesn't save you right now. So let's cut to the chase: you help me find every single fake bug you've planted, and I'll consider, consider, letting you slip away next time you're in the medbay for something minor.

"Of course, your other option is try to fight it, and get stuck with cleaning duty for the medbay for the next five rotations. Supervised cleaning duty. Hopefully you don't mind cleaning up bloody bandages and dealing with the smell of disinfectant as you rinse out the bacta tank tubes for a few hours. It makes you a little dizzy, but nothing anyone on this ship can't handle.

"Your choice. What will it be?"

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Blank: -he comes to the medbay looking like a miserable sad tooka kitten. He needs help getting the glue off Doc has escorted him to keep him safe from whatever has been started- W-what'd I do? 🥺🥺 Doc: You did nothing wrong vod'ika... I think a prank war has started and you got caught in the crossfire. Don't worry Esprit will help me get the glitter and glue off you... -he sighs and gives Esprit an apologetic look- You... might want to watch your belongings for a bit... General Mira wont stop this unless it gets out of hand fast... -When Haila goes back to her own bunk her belongings have all been gift wrapped. The pillow, the bed, spare clothes, chairs, the walls, even the kriffing bed sheet has been tediously wrapped in wrapping paper. Everything. As she tries to figure out where to start she hits a trip wire and water balloons filled with ketchup and confetti rain down from above splattering against her. All the while every thirty seconds somewhere in her room something just goes "beep". Going for a towel to clean her face she ends up smearing purple dye along her face. Placed on the mirror for her to find is a note unsigned that reads. "You hit Blank. Shouldn't have done that." Is it the macaron maker? Or did she just get hit by multiple assailants for her retaliation and start a full scale prank war?-

"I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL I GET THE MACARON VILLAIN. FORCE HELP YOU I WILL ELIMINATE YOU ONE BY ONE UNTIL IT'S DONE, YOU HEAR ME???"

Her yell is heard even in the medbay down the hall. Esprit sighs.

"Well, at least we know she won't target you again. I'm so sorry about her," Esprit says as he hands Blank a fresh change of clothes. "I don't know if I can really call anywhere safe, per se, but you can take my cloak and use it to shield yourself from any broader pranks."

"I don't want to ruin it..."

"This is my fifth one this year because of Haila. Don't worry, I'm very used to it. Too used to it." He sighs, and hands over his cloak to Blank as well, pulling up the hood and tightly pulling it around him so he stays protected. "And Doc, your concern is appreciated, but I've already accepted the fact that my things will be taken, wrapped, messed with, whatever. Best I can do is damage control.

"But, uh, if you could do me a favour? Tell the others she didn't mean to get Blank? I know she didn't, and she'll apologise herself once this is over, but she's very one track minded. She'll only focus on her 'macaron villain', so if you can ask the others to either calm down or rat out who did it, I'd really appreciate it. It'll let this get done and over with a lot faster."

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Shriek: -She sneaks in to hit both Haila and Esprit. She booby traps the toilet with party snaps ( see attached pic 1 XD) so that when one of them sits it'll apply pressure and make then go SNAP loudly to startle them. Next she leaves an innocent plate of macarons ( pic 2 XD) but the filling has been replaced with tooth paste. She leaves no note with the macarons, she doesn't want to be obvious it was her doing. Even if it's probably clear she did this-

Esprit is suspect of everything when working with the 213th, so he tests everything. He sets off the party snaps purposefully the minute he steps into the refresher, but he still leaps into the air when they go off. Being prepared for a scare doesn't mean he'll be any less startled.

Haila, on the other hand, suspects nothing. It's rare that she's on the receiving end of a prank, so she happily digs into the macarons that she thought Esprit made. Esprit did not make them. She's disgusted, but mainly heartbroken and hurt that a treat deceived her.

"They're filled with lies."

"It's toothpaste..."

"Toothpaste made of lies."

"Okay."

"They won't get away with this."

"Haila, no-"

"I must plot my revenge."

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for Haila and Esprit: What color would you like if you had to eat a crayon straight from the box?

"What."

"Purple."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I'm eatin' purple. Then I'll really know what purple tastes like instead of just saying grape stuff tastes purple."

"They're crayons! They'll all taste the same!"

"I don't see you answering the question."

"How's tha-"

"Answer the question, Esprit :D"

"... orange..."

"Heheh, orange, cause oranges, heheheh. Nice."

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Esprit finds Jam, Beat, and Bitter all tied up and dropped off in his med bay with a note from Doc that says "Your turn to deal with these di'kuts.-Doc" Beat looks like he got into a fight and is soaking wet and shivering. Jam looks about the same and is also soaking wet and shivering. Bitter has clear plastic tape wrapped around his face, with air holes thankfully, and some scrapped up knuckles and the most irritated look on his face. Seems Doc found their shenanigans to be very stupid and opted to shove this off on another medic and Kix obviously said no, so this time he didn't ask. ( Here have some funny shenanigans from the 213th to deal with!)

"I'd ask, but I don't even want to know." Esprit rips the plastic off of Bitter's face and tosses it out. "Suffocation hazard out of the way, I'm going to be as clear as possible: I will treat you, one by one. If you don't listen, I will strap you into the cots here and leave you until Doc decides to come and pick you back up. If you do behave, I'll give each of you a treat to leave with. Understood?" The three clones nod.

"Good. Bitter, you're first." Esprit unties the mess of clones in front of him and helps Bitter to his feet, bringing him over to a cot and grabbing some bacta as he goes. He makes sure Jam and Beat are still in his line of sight.

"Do you feel dizzy or lightheaded? Continued discomfort or difficulty breathing?"

"'M fine."

"Alright, just give me a second then." Esprit applies the bacta gel to Bitter's knuckles. "All set! I have a kettle in my room, just grab some instant caff and feel free to make yourself a cup there. Should give you some peace and quiet for a bit." Bitter seems to perk up a bit at the prospect.

"Thank you," he mutters as he leaves. Esprit turns to glare at the twins.

"Now, you two." Jam and Beat shrink back a little. "Oh calm down, I'm not Doc. Just stop being a problem for a few minutes, alright?" They nod. "Thank you. Now come on, up on the beds." They get up onto the cots closest to them. Esprit goes to Jam first.

"Okay, I see some slight bruising. Were any serious hits thrown?"

"Ah, no..."

"Mhm... Anything hurt badly?"

"Not really, no."

"Just take some rest, then, the bruising will fade." Esprit shifts to look at Beat. "Hmm, same situation?"

"Yeah, just aching." Esprit still gives him a quick once-over.

"Alright. I didn't notice anything serious with you two either. There are some dry clothes in the back, I'll get them for you. Don't move.

"Yes sir."

"Got it, sir." Esprit leaves and gets the extra clothes as quickly as he can. They're behaving now, but he doesn't trust them without someone keeping an eye on them.

"Okay, here we are, dry clothes for the both of you." Esprit pulls a curtain around the beds they're sitting on to give them privacy. They push back the curtain afterwards, looking a little like kicked tookas.

"Well, both of you were better behaved than I expected. I'll get you some of my fruit tart later today, since I'm already making it, alright?" That makes both of them cheer up a little.

"Really?"

"Awesome, thanks!"

"Remember, this is a treat for being good patients, not for whatever it is you two did. Now go back to the barracks and rest, I'll bring you each a slice when it's done." They nod enthusiastically and run out of the medbay.

"Force, it's like they didn't even hear me..." Esprit mutters.

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dumb ask that i cant word right:Bunch of clones getting sick. Esprit has to help. What do?

I would like to preface this with the fact that I do not understand anything medical and that I pulled most of this out of my ass (as well as the various medical drama clips tiktok likes to give me)

That being said, here's some Esprit in the medbay (surprisingly not angsty)

He’d heard it was urgent and rushed down to the medbay as soon as possible, but he wasn’t expecting… well, this. This being a whole platoon of clones laid up in the medbay, not an injury in sight. Not good.

“Symptoms?” he asks a passing medic, fresh off Kamino by the looks of it. Poor kid’s completely frazzled.

“Ah, uh, fever, coughing, lethargy, some are nauseous. It, it could be anything, I don’t know.”

“Alright, thank you.” The medic nods, but there’s still a glint of worry in his eyes. “Don’t worry, we’ll sort this right out. Just stick by me for a few more minutes, I think I’ll still need your help.”

“O-Okay, I mean, yes sir!”

“Esprit is fine. No need for formalities, we’re all doctors here.” He gives the medic a gentle smile before leading him to the closest cot. He picks up the chart at the end of the bed and gives it a quick once over before adressing the soldier in front of him.

“Checks, right? How are you feeling?”

“Not great, but I guess that’s obvious,” Checks says with a smile. “Any clue what’s going on?”

“That’s what I’m hoping to find out. I’ll just need to draw some blood for testing, nothing too drastic right now.”

“Hope it stays that way.”

“Me too. Now, I’ll just need to see your arm real quick.” Checks gives a nod, and Esprit gently takes his arm to draw the blood. It doesn’t take long, and he gives Checks a quick pat on his shoulder when it’s over. “This won’t take long, I’ll let you know what I find.”

“Thank you, sir.” Esprit nods, and waves the young medic over as he goes to the next bed.

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t catch your name. You are…”

“Coil, si– … Esprit.”

“A nice name.” Coil gives a small smile.

“Thank you…”

“Coil, can you help me with this? There’s a lot of blood to draw and test, divide and conquer is the best way to go about it.”

“Of course!”

“Wonderful. I’ll stick to this half of the room, can you do the other half? We’ll meet in the lab for the tests.”

“Yes si– Yes Esprit, I’m on it!” Coil runs off to get the equipment he needs to start working on his half of the room. Well, only thirty-five patients to go…

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“The good thing about this lab is we can test large batches,” Esprit says as he floats the last of his vials into the tray Coil brought. Coil nods sagely at the comment.

“This place is a lot nicer than what the Kaminoans were preparing us for.”

“Yeah? Did they have you practice in a battle sim room?”

“Sometimes, yeah. But most of the time they’d let us work in their labs with almost no equipment. So we’d get used to not having much, they said.”

“Mmm.” Esprit seals the tray and places it into the scanner. “I see where they’re coming from, with having you practice with less. Us medics have to learn to do what we can with only a little available to us. But it’s just as important to learn what to do when we do have the equipment we need.”

“I don’t think they thought the same…”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re here now, then.”

“Mm. I guess so, yeah. It’s nice to be able to actually do things. You know, like properly do tests and have actual surgical needles and thread for stitching instead of disinfecting whatever we have on hand and hoping it’s fine.”

“Yeesh, really?”

“Oh yeah. Even our shifts in the Kaminoan medbays were kind of a nightmare. This is a lot better. And… uh, no offense, but you’re a lot nicer than I thought. I was told the older medics get real scary.” That pulls a laugh out of Esprit.

“Oh, they do. I just don’t like being mean. Look at your older brothers, and you’ll see terrifying medics aplenty. They have to be to get anyone to listen.” Coil laughs too, a little giggle that brightens the room.

“Are they really that bad?”

“You have no idea how many people have to get dragged to the medbay, clone and Jedi alike. It’s insane.”

“Then how do you get people in?”

“Bribery.” Coil snorts. “A lot of people will do anything if you promise them a sweet.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I’ll give you my stash of lollipops, then. Hide them, though, or people will just start stealing them and not actually come in.”

“Got it. Thank you!”

“Of course.” The scanner beeps, and Coil pulls the tray out while Esprit reads through the results. He sighs when he finishes scrolling through the report.

“So, what is it?” Coil asks.

“Just a cold. They’ll be fine in a day or two, they just need some rest.”

“That’s it?”

“Yep. Time to kick them out and make room in case anyone gets injured.”

“We’re in hyperspace, though…”

“You have no idea how stupid people can be when they’re bored. Come on, we’ll give them some medicine then send them on their way.”

“Alright.”