~My Hero~
Self indulgent OC lore!
A story of a Jedi and his medic.
Sol wasn't his name then, but his prior name is lost to the sands of time.
The Jedi fingered the simple pendant that hung around his neck as he flew through hyperspace on their return to Utapau. It was one of a few necklaces that he never removed, and he would unconsciously play with it often. All of them bore an intense significance to Sol, but this was the most important thing he owned. He would sooner give up his saberstaff than this small shard of plastoid armor. He still wasn't sure where it had been obtained, but he had his ideas....
He rubbed his thumb once again across the rough carving in the pendant, a set of four numbers carved in painstakingly, that meant everything to the former jedi. 6116. As in CT-6116, the clone medic Kix, of the 501st battalion in the Grand Army of the Republic. His eyes closed, cutting off unshed tears as he again slipped back into memories.
~~ some years earlier~~
Ahkeema placed a hand gently on Sol's shoulder, "my padawn, you are ready for this. You've got the finest soldiers under your command, and you know how to lead. These boys would follow you into an active volcano if you let them"
Sol smiled at his master and friend. "Well let's hope it doesn't come to that, eh Master Sukrii? And be careful, don't jinx me!" They shared a laugh as he loaded onto the gunships that would take them to the front lines....
Sol had recently turned 18, and it was his first solo mission with the 413th Company. Scout, his soft spoken and trustworthy Lt, helped him lead and the fighting was fierce. They had been dispatched as back up to help supplement the 501st in this battle, and had helped to turn the tide.
Despite their efforts, the battle was still brutal and Sol and a dozen or so troopers had been separated from the main force of their company. Sol didn't know how they'd been separated, which was a problem in and of itself that he would worry about later. He pushed his growing shame and disappointment away and focused on keeping himself and his squad alive for the moment, as they were pushed farther and farther into the ravine.
As they were backed up against a far wall, Sol defended his beloved troopers with his saber, falling deep into the Force; as his boys fired from behind. The droids fell, but not fast enough. Somewhere behind, he felt the explosion of a grenade, and heard Scout cry out as the clone collapsed unceremoniously into a heap behind him. Sol screamed in rage, flinging his arm out, pushing back the front line of droids and disrupting the line, as he kept marching forward. Twitch, the squads medic ran to his side to make sure he was still breathing, shooting droids the entire time. Sol could distantly hear one of the men giving coordinates and calling for help, but it was drowned out by constant blaster fire.
The conflict must only have taken minutes, but it felt like hours as their strength and resolve flagged, and the droids seemed neverending. Sol was hit in the shoulder, and while the shot was blocked by armor, it hit hard enough to deaden his arm instantly, the impact shattering his collarbone, and his saber clattered to the dirt.
Falling to his knees, he grabbed the still lit saber with his left hand, and attempted to keep deflecting shots away from the troopers, but it was getting much harder to do through the pain. He took another shot to the side, and heard another of his troopers cry out. It was nearly over, but Sol', the Jedi and future Mandalorian, would fight to the death for his men if necessary.
"I am one with the force, the force is with me." He repeated the mantra that his master had taught them long ago, in what felt like a galaxy far far away.
Moments or perhaps hours later, the battle ended. Sol heard the sweet sounds of DC-17 fire coming in from behind the droids, and saw the bright white and blue of the 501st as they mowed down the opposition from behind. He sighed in deep relief, battered body shuddering in pain, saber lowering slowly to the ground before it deactivated, as he saw their knights in shining, scuffed armor coming to their aid, lead by the always impressive captain Rex. Sol's eyes glazed over as the adrenaline fled his body and the pain from his injuries took over, and he saw the medic dash forward, catching him before he hit the ground.
"My hero." His shaky voice whispered out, as his eyes slipped closed and his thoughts went dark.
Sol awoke some time later, in the medbay of the transport ship, sore and exhausted, but alive.
"Welcome back" said the soft voice of the medic, as he turned towards them, holding a datapad, and Sol was met with the warmest brown eyes he'd ever seen.
"I'm Kix, CT-6116" the man paused with a smile, "how are you feeling?"
(And then the Republic never fell and order 66 didnt happen and everyone lived happily ever after...... 🙃)
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how about that uhhhhh Fantasy Julie. she gets her sword <3 no one can take it from her <3
rambles:
SIKE you get an extra, lower quality doodle
SIKE AGAIN here's the rambles
yeah... i caved and gave her a tail... I'm Not Sorry! it's cute! i wanted to stick with her sorta flower motif - it's stronger in her princess look, since I imagine that when she was part of the royals she was very blatantly flower power based. it was her Thing!
but a Julie free of her noble shackles... she deserves her big sword. like yeah, she has flower magic, but who needs it when she has a Giant Blade??? on the royalty vein, and if we're classifying "rainbow monster" as a species, i feel like horn size/curve would be a status symbol of some kind. maybe Julie would have kept her horns filed short. but if she ran away from that life... longer horns! i like to imagine that they'll keep growing until she has a pair of Extra Weapons attached to her head! curved forward like mammoth tusks maybe!
i imagine that like Frank, she goes with minimal armor - range of movement over protection, yk? some scale mail over her front, a thick leather flower over her chest w/ scalloped leather pauldrons, wrist armor and metal knuckles! i'd think that the faux-suspenders include a back sheath for her sword... i wish i'd thought of that Before i finished the little ref! i don't feel like going back and editing!
i imagine that she was forced to cut her hair when it got caught in something (a gelatinous cube, mayhaps). it didn't look good! don't let anime and Mulan fool you! cutting your own hair with a blade will not look nice! but someone - Eddie, probably, he's good with scissors i'd assume - cleaned it up for her. and hey, it didn't look bad! plus, Julie probably liked being able to just tuck up her long strands into her hat when she's feeling a bit more like a Julius than a Julie!
it's been a fun challenge transforming their canon outfits into a similar variation with fantasy flavoring and twists! i want them to suit the setting but still maintain Themselves! Julie's was tough i gotta admit. i was messing around with the princess look and the fighter look side-by-side. it worked better when i sat back and thought "fighter Julie is Julie unrestrained. that version would be more aligned with her canon look"
i wanted her princess form to look Restrained! she has to be a ~delicate flower~, a noble woman, pristine and poised and very much a princess. soft colors, poofy clothing, bright white gloves that are not to be sullied. carefully bundled up hair! jewelry! that dress must be Heavy and hard to move in! her tail must be so cramped under there!
but Julie Unleashed? violent pinks! rose gold accents! short skirt so that she can sprint and Kick! fun boots that she can be active in and delight in watching them get dirty! her hair is free to whip in the wind and get caught in things! fun straps and Deadly Accessories! a sword that she stole from the royal armory on her way out the window! she has forearm wraps both to match Frank and to support her wrists!
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