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somestorythoughts · 2 years ago

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Protective Rage Obi-Wan Fic

So. @fanfic-obsessed has this cool Protective Rage Obi-Wan story idea that yall should check out because it's really good and they've got a ton of cool AU ideas. And I had an idea about an apology scene for it and then the plot bunny that makes you do things like overcomplicate worldbuilding said "you know you could do a whole fic" and now I have 4000 words. I was thinking of splitting it up into parts cause that's a long post but frankly I'm tired and should've been in bed like 90min ago cause I have work tomorrow and mornings suck so it's staying a one shot with the paragraphs spaces cause I am NOT reformatting that now. Enjoy.

Usually, when Quinlan’s pushing himself to finish a mission through this much pain, he’s running on determination, maybe some spite. This time it’s desperation.

He’s not sure if the shouting starts before or after he hits the door panel – or maybe it’s been going on the whole time – but he can see Obi-Wan through the spots in his eyes and that’s good, that’s good, he can’t finish this and maybe his friend can –

“Quin!”

It’s like leaning on stone, Obi-Wan’s mind wonderfully shielded under the worry in his voice and Quinlan holds up a datachip for the hands around his arms. “Coded. Please.”

“I’ll take care of it. I promise.”

He’s staring up at the ceiling now but that’s alright. Obi-Wan has the data. Quinlan can break now.*

Ahsoka isn’t panicking, but only because she’s had a lot of practice keeping her head and she’s not friends with Master Vos. She’s met him though, and knows Obi-Wan and he are close, and she’s scared for him.

“That’s an order Marrow!” Obi-Wan snaps and the medic someone called hisses in frustration from where Ahsoka’s holding him back. She isn’t sure why Obi-Wan’s so adamant that no one get closer to them, but she knows it’s serious. For all Obi-Wan hates the medbay he’ll work with the medics, let them see him elsewhere, and he knows better than to keep serious injuries from them.

“General his leg is gangrenous if he doesn’t get immediate treatment he could lose it! As the head medic-”

“Quin has to be seen by a Temple healer anyone else will make it worse. I don’t like it anymore than you do Marrow.” He’s resting a hand on Master Vos’ head and is holding his hand with the other, trying to sooth his mumbling friend.

“Can you explain why while we wait for Healer Eerin?” She asked.

Obi-Wan frowns, the look he gets when he’s trying to figure out how to explain something Force-related in English. “Marrow. The troopers who have trouble with excessive sound. If they were injured would you treat them in a noisy medbay?”

Marrow scowls, but he stops splitting his attention between Master Vos’ leg and how best to get around Ahsoka and says, “Of course not. Not if there was any way to avoid it.”

“Quin’s psychometric. It’s a useful skill, but sometimes it’s like Force hypersensitivity.”

Cody interrupts as Anakin enters. “Healer Eerin just arrived. She’s being escorted here.”

“Any idea what happened?” Anakin says. He’s waiting by Ahsoka, whether because he already knows approaching is a bad idea or because he got the gist from the way the medics haven’t gotten closer is anyone’s guess.

“Have to keep them safe.” Master Vos mutters and Obi-Wan’s face tightens, though his shields are still rock-solid.

“Who Quin? Who do you need to keep safe?”

But Master Vos never stopped talking, only just loud enough to be heard. He’s shivering too, voice breaking with groans. Whatever he was doing to walk on that leg – Ahsoka is very determinedly not looking at the swelling or the white that might be bone – he clearly can’t keep it up anymore. “Gotta keep them safe from the people and the senators and the Chancellor gotta do something useful with my unnatural powers what good are we if we can’t keep them safe apparently nothing I hoped I hoped I wasn’t gonna get my heart broken again I Obi they deserve better than this-”

His words are cut off by the sound of the door opening as Healer Eerin and a Padawan healer sweep into the room in unfamiliar robes and go instantly to the downed Jedi. Marrow scowls heavy as thunder at not being able to treat a patient on his ship as they do, Healer Eerin passing something to Obi-Wan as she takes his place by Master Vos’ head. Obi-Wan squeezes his hand and stands, moving in line with the troopers around them so that he can slide the chip into the device and examine whatever Master Vos was so desperate to bring him.

“Pop quiz Padawan Lele. Why do we use special gear for Master Vos?”

Padawan Lele didn’t stop what they were doing as they replied: “Because his psychometry is super strong and the pain has seriously damaged his shields. Without the robes or equally strong shields he’ll feel too much of our minds and memories as well. This could delay his healing or damage his mind.”

Marrow goes stiff and Ahsoka thinks that’s the first time she’s seen him look sheepish.

For a few minutes, the room is a quiet tension, little sound aside from the Healers working or Master Vos’ delirious mumbling, fading in and out of hearing. Cody’s giving him the same worried look Ahsoka is, Master Vos sounds like his heart is as broken as his leg and she knows enough about how people work to think that the amount of self-deprecation she can hear isn’t a new thing.

The rage, when it comes, is sudden as a lightning bolt and just as sharp. It’s gone just as quickly too – almost before Ahsoka and the other Padawan finish whipping around to stare at Obi-Wan who looks perfectly calm. Cody’s looking at him too, narrow-eyed in suspicion.

“Excuse me.” He says, still perfectly calm, and Ahsoka thinks of the weight of a sky prepared to burst and wonders if she should follow him, but the door is closed before she can decide.

“Been a while since I saw Obi-Wan get that angry.” Healer Eerin remarks.

“Huh?” Several of the troopers say. Anakin does too and the day has not been nearly overwhelming enough for Ahsoka not to role her eyes at how her oblivious master can lift a tank but not read anger when it’s shoved in his face.

“A little after Anakin first came to the Temple one of the teachers decided he was a poor fit for the Order and was trying to sabotage his work along with bullying him in class. Obi-Wan found out, asked Quin to watch Anakin for an evening, and went after the teacher. The man landed in the Halls of Healing with several broken bones and left as soon as he was cleared to move left for the furthest jedi outpost he could find. If he ever taught again I will be very surprised. Commander he’s safe to move but it would help if we had a clear path to the door.”

“You’re gonna catch flies Skyguy.” Ahsoka says faintly as Cody taps his comm to pass on the message. When he’s finished they all hear the trooper on the other end say, “By the way sir General Kenobi just left for Coruscant’s surface, said he had some business to attend to at the Senate.”

Cody nods, wearing the expression of concern and exasperation he gets whenever anyone he feels remotely responsible for does something dangerous without explaining why. “Check and see if there’s a way to find out what they’re doing.” He orders Crys as the Healers begin to maneuver Master Vos through the door.

“It’s one of the sessions journalists are reporting live sir.” Crys answers, pulling up the feed without needing to be asked, and they all group together to watch it.

Obi-Wan is, to put it bluntly, really fucking pissed. The anger in him pools like water, building and building, and he wills himself to keep calm control as he strides through the Senate building. If he gets too angry to think, things will go wrong.

Quinlan came to him because the things that had already gone wrong were even worse than any of them had been allowed to see, and he couldn’t fix it himself. He came to Obi-Wan for help putting things right.

Obi-Wan will be damned thrice over if he fails that mission.

He’s already sent the information on the datachip to the Council (though he doesn’t know when they’ll be able to see it), to all of the Commanders he has the contact information for (he’s not sure which of them made those particular lines of contact so secure but he trusts Cody’s view of them), and Madame Nu. They can’t afford to let this stay between the two of them, they need the backup. He knows the Council cares, is struggling as much as he is under the weight of the war, and the Commanders deserve to know and can keep their secrets. He includes Madame Nu because he doubts anyone would expect it, and the few interactions he’d seen between her and her single squad of troopers made him certain she adores them.

Plus, she studies Sith Temples. She’s gotta be more dangerous than she looks.

He walks into the rotunda where the Senate are debating the (very reasonable he’s read this one) Clone Rights bill, sees Palpatine, and allows his rage to fuel his leap for the podium.

“Tell me,” He says, cool as can be, as he smashes Palpatine’s face into the stand and kicks Amedda away when the asshole tries to interfere, “what the fuck the jedi did to you that you want our children murdered in their cribs?”

Order 66. Kill all the jedi. All of them.

“Who the fuck gave you the right to have an army bred and implant them all with control chips so that they couldn’t disobey, couldn’t be allowed to even think?”

Control chips that would wipe out the troopers’ minds, take away every thought and feeling and every piece of self that they’d fought to keep, chips that would turn the troopers his friends into the flesh droids senators liked to claim they were.

Palpatine snarled and shot off lightning. Obi-Wan deflected it and continued to ignore the screaming as he mused that perhaps Palpatine had decided there was no point in hiding when Obi-Wan was broadcasting these secrets to the Senate. Then he punched Palpatine below his sternum and then his ribs.

Ah, red lightsaber. There it is. He ducked and broke Palpatine’s arm.

“And while we’re at it, who the fuck allowed you to use those chips to control the Coruscant Guard and make them do your dirty work? Or withhold rations and bacta?”

It’s entirely possible he shouldn’t have included the information about the blackout missions and the extent of Palpatine’s control over the clones. That might have been the kind of thing they’d want to share themselves. Unless they couldn’t say anything?

“Even for the Sith you’re an exceptionally twisted shitstain.” He ducks the other lightsaber and wonders why this asshole had to learn to fight with two.

“You forced my family at blaster point to lead a war you orchestrate from both sides, forced our friends into slavery and now you want to take away everything our friends are when you use them to kill us and frankly Palpatine, I think the fuck not!”

The red lightsaber screams in his hand as he slices Palpatine’s head clean off.

Obi-Wan frowns as he takes in the scene. Huh, Amedda’s still here and oh that’s Master Windu and Master Yoda in the audience. He supposes some Jedi witnesses are a good idea. He grabs Amedda by the front of his robes and uses the Force to help him hold the heavy asshole over the edge of the podium with one hand, just to make sure he gets the point.

“Now you may have gathered that I’m very concerned about the clone troopers’ lack of rights. What about you?”

It turns out that Amedda is also very concerned about the clone troopers’ lack of rights. Good. “Full Republic citizenship and Senate representation that they elect instead of someone who make money off their bodies would be good too.” Obi-Wan adds, looking the Senator from Kamino dead in the eye. He’s pretty sure she’s calculating the distance between him and her pod when she nods.

If Obi-Wan had known all it would take to get his friends their rights was the public murder of one of his least favorite people, he’d have done that at the beginning of this thrice-damned war. The bill is passed very quickly and unanimously, and a couple Senators add a bit about backpay they’d had in the works as well and make some noise about allowing the clones to settle a moon or planet once they have the time to look the uninhabited ones over. That gets less enthusiasm but it’s not being shouted down and they can work with that, so Obi-Wan grins with all his teeth on display and says “I’m glad I only had to kill one politician today.”

The fear that ripples through the Force is unmistakable.

He puts Amedda down and heads to the Senate floor where the Coruscant Guard are waiting. Their shields aren’t bad but there’s awe shinning through them like sunshine in the dessert, bright and warm and painful with the twisting of old griefs and pains and shocked relief, and Obi-Wan says “I assume I’m going to be arrested?”

One of the men, who wears the rank of a Commander, takes of his helmet and asks, “Permission to speak freely sir?”

“Granted, forever and always.”

The man beams, and answers; “Then with all due respect sir, there is no way we’re going to arrest you.”

“Are you sure? I did just beat the Chancellor of the Republic to death.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. Everyone on the Guard wants him dead within their first week here.”

“Thorn put your helmet back on, we’re not safe unless that law’s enforced.” Someone snaps and a different Commander approaches, leading Master Windu and Master Yoda. His shields are beskar-strong, but judging by his voice Obi-Wan would bet he’s glaring at Thorn.

“I’m feeling a bit spiteful.” Thorn grins and Fox gives that familiar huff that usually means the trooper in question is rolling their eyes underneath their helmet.

“Don’t look at us like that we’re not locking you up either.” Mace says dryly when Obi-Wan looks at him. “I will however, make sure your Padawan gets mindhealing sessions if I have to drag him there kicking and screaming myself. He’s overdue anyway.”

Obi-Wan winces but agrees. Quin hadn’t found solid proof of Palpatine grooming Anakin to be his Sith apprentice, but the information he had found made him suspicious. And once he read that, Obi-Wan can see a lot of things that support it.

Windu pulls him into a hug, startling Obi-Wan. The other Master doesn’t often want a lot of physical contact, and for him to initiate hugs is unusual. He sinks into it.

“Do you know how Quinlan is? Bant had to take him to the Halls.”

Windu shook his head. “I’ll ask.”

“To the Temple we will go after, inform everyone, and let you see your friend.” Yoda adds.

“Vos?”

Obi-Wan blinks at the stern commander. His shields are still thick but every single one of the other Guards are radiating concern and Obi-Wan wonders if Quinlan started this investigation because it was the Guard he wanted to protect.

“He found the information on Palpatine and brought it to me. He was seriously injured and delirious when I left him with the Healers.” The Commander twitches, just barely visible, and Obi-Wan asks, “I’m sorry, I don’t know your name?”

“Commander Fox.”

“Vos looked out for us.” Commander Thorn adds when it’s clear Fox isn’t going to continue. “He did his best to keep civilians off our backs, brought us bacta, snacks, and sweets when he could, tried to make us laugh. He’s our jedi even if it wasn’t official. But we haven’t seen him in weeks.”

Obi-Wan nods in understanding, then turns as Mace looks up.

“He’s in a coma. I can tell you more on the way, I trust the Guard but I don’t want to say this in the open.”

“I’m coming.” Commander Fox states and Commander Thorn nods.

“And perhaps a couple of the men. So we know how he’s doing?”

“I was going to ask one of you if you wanted to come. One would probably be best for now, I don’t know if the Healers are allowing visitors.”

“Just Fox then. I’ll watch out for our vode.” Thorn knocks his forehead gently against Fox’s, murmurs something none of them can hear, and leads the rest of the Guards away. The Jedi and single Commander push through the crowds and pile into a transport.

“Details Mace.”

It’s a sign of how serious it is that Mace doesn’t respond to the tone with a raised brow or eyeroll. “The gangrene is too serious; they have to amputate his leg at the knee. They aren’t sure how far he fell to break it that badly, but they know it’s been untreated for days. Best guess is he was running from someone and couldn’t find a place or the time to take care of it. He’s got some bruising and infected cuts on top of that which makes things worse, but they’re pretty sure they can deal with those. However. He’s not responding well to the healing. It’s not physical, it’s something mental. They aren’t sure what happened.”

Obi-Wan takes a deep breath and exhales shakily. Mace grips his shoulder till he stops quivering and asks slowly, “Do you have any idea what exactly happened the past few days?”

“He was almost completely out of it when he got to me.” Obi-Wan murmurs. “He, he said a lot of bad things about himself and a few things that reminded me about how some people talk about the Force. You know, when people call us or our skills unnatural. He wanted to protect someone, I’m not sure if it was the Jedi or the Coruscant Guard or someone else.”

The rest of the ride is quiet and tense.

Cody meets his general and general Windu at the hanger and finds himself, once again, relieved he’s wearing his armor. He’s not sure he’d survive his general finding out about the highly inappropriate reaction he had to the sight of his General beating up the Chancellor of the Republic on behalf of the troopers. His only consolation is the fact that he’s absolutely sure all the vode that aren’t asexual had the same reaction.

He is surprised to see Fox there, he hasn’t spoken to him in too long, and when he had Fox had been exhausted and tense. He’s been getting worried. He falls into step beside Fox as Obi-Wan updates him on the situation and waits till there’s no one near their group and murmurs, “You can take off the helmet if you want Fox. I promise they’re safe.”

Fox pauses, then yanks off his helmet almost violently. There’s more grey in his hair than there was last time, and a pair of scabbed-over cuts on his cheekbone. He looks like he was tired to the bone last week and hadn’t gotten any sleep this week.

“Fox-”

“Shut up.” Fox snaps, almost quiet enough to be missed by the generals, and Cody hesitates but thinks of Fox coming here to check on a severely injured jedi and decides to wait.

The Healer tells them that they can see Vos, but that they must be quiet and keep calm. The handful of Cody’s men that followed him wait so it’s Cody, Fox, Obi-Wan, and Windu that follow the healer into the room, Cody to offer moral support to his general as needed.

“Commander!” The healer yelps in alarm as Fox pushes past her, stripping off his glove and reach for the General’s limp hand, and Cody thinks of Obi-Wan using a rare order to keep Marrow at a distance and wonders what the hell Fox is thinking before Vos twitches, bare fingers curving towards where Fox has his fingers laid gently on his palm.

The healer scowled and examined the machines Vos was hooked up to. “The rest of you, no touching. Keep calm. You,” she pointed at Fox, who ignores her, heartbreak plain as day on his face “don’t move.”

Cody stays near the door, watching. Obi-Wan’s eyes have flicked towards Fox a couple times, but mostly he’s focused on General Vos. Windu is the opposite. The healer finishes examining the machines and holds her hand above Vos’ forehead, before making quiet excuses and leaving.

She comes back with Healer Eerin who preforms the same examination. “Anything wrong?” Obi-Wan asks.

“I don’t think so but I’m staying for the next 20 minutes to watch.”

It’s twenty minutes later that Healer Eerin kicks all of them out to eat except for Fox, who she brings a chair for. “I don’t know why, but your presence if helping him heal. I’m sure you have things to do but if it’s possible for you to stay a little-”

“I’m not leaving him.” Fow states, and Cody thinks of General Vos’s words on the bridge and heartbreak that hasn’t left his face and thinks oh.

They leave the door open when they go just for a bit, and Cody can tell Obi-Wan had the same idea as him because there’s concern and something that could become anger on his face. General Windu’s as inscrutable as always but Cody’s heard enough from Ponds to know the man takes threats to the jedi seriously. He shushes his troopers outside and waits.

“I’m sorry.”

It’s enough time that Cody had wondered if Fox was gonna stay silent and the shaking in his voice alarms him almost as much as the words. “I didn’t mean it I promise Quinlan. It was just a bad day and I snapped I’m sorry. You force-damned idiot it must have been days to find that and get so injured you know the Guard would’ve done anything they could for you even if I was being an asshole, you think Thorn didn’t smack me around the head when I told him? You’re our jedi Quinlan and we need you to wake up, I need you to wake up I can’t apologize properly if you’re sleeping, please, the Guard’s lost too many people please don’t let us loose our crazy jedi too.”

Fox is crying by the end of that, shaky sobs that scratch his throat, and Cody hits the panel to shut the door and turns to the two jedi.

“Well that answers that question.” Windo states. “I think the Commander will be there a while.”

“If it helps Quinlan heal I can’t speak against it.” Obi-Wan muttered. He slumps into a chair, exhausted. “It’s been a day. Who wants to eat?”

“I do.” Cody says. “And then I want to head to the barracks and make Thorn tell me what’s been going on with Fox, because I feel like I’m missing something important.”

Things get better after that, some slowly, some quickly. The Separatists decide it’s in their best interests to surrender to General Kenobi, and the war wraps up quickly with some planets staying separate and many arrests in the leadership (interestingly, a lot of crime groups that deal with jedi more than they would like to also decide to go clean after that footage. Who’d’ve thought?). The troopers learn about their new home with glee and throw themselves into learning how to be things other than soldiers with a mix of joy and apprehension. It takes time for the Coruscant Guard to be fully comfortable with their other brothers, but it’s something that the rest of the troopers work on furiously when they learn how hellish Coruscant had been for them. Anakin gets so much therapy (as do many other people) and the Jedi use time they have now that the war’s over to start distancing themselves a bit from the Senate, trying to ensure that they can’t be forced to lead an army again.

Fox is there when Quinlan wakes up, asleep and holding Quinlan’s hand and there are tears and apologies and promises. The Guard cheers when they get their general back because they love their crazy jedi as much as the other battalions. And the clones and jedi start to heal together.

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luvvictoria · 2 months ago

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Hiiiiiii!! I’m sorry if this request sounds skrunkly but could you write 141 squad guys who are low key clones of original squad (which died in one of the missions) but have teeth of Mileena from mortal kombat and the reader is the scientist who has created them >:3 Thankies in advance >3<

That’s such a wicked idea — cloning TF141 but giving them Mileena’s teeth is crazy in the best way. The mix of science horror, a poly relationship, and a little spice? I’m all over it. You want it to have an unsettling but intimate vibe, right? Like, the reader created them, but now she’s theirs, in a possessive, eerie, yet tempting way?

I’m thinking something like:

They remember things they shouldn’t—fragments of the original squad’s lives.

They feel obsessive toward their creator, like they were designed to crave her.

Their mouths are a secret—until they show her what they can do.

Maybe she didn’t expect them to desire her this much, but now there’s no way out.

LET ME COOK !!!

Ghost (Simon Riley) – The Shadow That Haunts You

Moves in absolute silence, watching you from the edges of the room even when you think you're alone.

Knows things he shouldn't—your scent, the pattern of your breathing when you're anxious, how your pulse flutters when he's too close.

Keeps his mask on around others, but around you? He likes when you see his mouth, the nightmare you created.

Enjoys the way you pretend to fear his teeth but shudder when he gets too close.

“You flinch when I touch you, yet you never tell me to stop. Why, love? Is it because deep down... you want to see how far I’ll go?”

Would drag you into his lap just to feel you tremble, pressing his lips to your throat, teeth just grazing—never biting. Not yet.

Soap (Johnny MacTavish) – The One That Smiles Too Wide

The charmer of the group, but there’s a cruel edge to his sweetness. His grins are too wide, too sharp, all teeth.

Loves to make you nervous, backing you against a wall, leaning in, whispering things you shouldn’t like.

“Ye made us tae kill, bonnie. But we were born tae worship ye.”

Has zero sense of personal space—likes to press his chest against your back while you work, his breath hot at your ear.

Will lick the blood off his blades slowly, knowing you’re watching. “Bet ye think about it, don’t ye? What this mouth could do.”

When he finally gets to kiss you? He groans, deep and animalistic, like he’s been starving for the taste of you.

Gaz (Kyle Garrick) – The Soft-Spoken Predator

Quietly the most dangerous—he doesn’t need to threaten. His patience is unsettling.

Always watching, eyes too warm, too knowing. He enjoys watching you squirm under his gaze.

Calls you “love” in a way that should be affectionate, but somehow it’s possession, a claim.

“You say you fear us, but I see how you look at me when you think I’m not watching.”

Runs a gloved finger down your lips, thumb brushing over your lower lip. “Would you let me?”

He’s the one who eases you into it, drawing you into their orbit until you don’t even realize you’re theirs.

Price – The Commander Who Owns You

The leader of them all, the one who keeps the others in line—but he’s no better. He’s just more patient about his obsession.

Gravely voice at your ear, whispering things you shouldn't crave. “You think you’re in control, love? That you can keep us caged?”

Smokes cigars, and the scent lingers on you because he deliberately stands close enough for it to cling.

Doesn’t need to threaten. Just gives you a look—one that makes your stomach flip, one that tells you there’s no way out.

“You made us, darling. And I’m the one who decides what happens to you now.”

Lets the others crowd you, corner you, but he’s the one who delivers the final command. “Take care of her, boys. But be gentle. She’s ours.”

When he finally kisses you? It’s slow, deep, devastating. He makes sure you feel owned.

The lab was sterile, pristine, cold. A place where life should have been created with precision, not passion. Yet passion had seeped into the cracks of creation. You had made them—Simon, John, Kyle, and Price—perfect clones of the fallen, but twisted. Designed to be stronger, faster, more ruthless. Their scars were synthetic, their memories stitched from scraps of the originals, their hunger... primal. But the worst thing you had given them was their teeth.

You never meant to make them monsters.

"Doctor," Ghost rumbled, stepping closer, his masked face tilted ever so slightly downward. "You're running from us again."

You pressed your back against the cold steel table, fingers trembling as he closed the distance. They all did. Gaz leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes glinting with something unreadable. Soap loomed near the door, his usual easy grin sharper—too sharp. And Price... he was the worst, the way he loomed over you, the way he watched.

"I'm not running," you whispered, pulse betraying you.

"Liar," Soap chuckled, low and dark. "You made us. We're a part of you. We know when you're lying."

Ghost raised his hand, slow, deliberate, and traced a gloved finger along your jaw. The leather was soft, but beneath it, you knew what lay hidden. Those mouths — those teeth. You had crafted them to be efficient killers, but something about them was... alluring. Hypnotic. You should have feared them, but instead, you felt the warmth pooling deep in your stomach.

"Tell me, lass," Soap murmured, his Scottish lilt coiling around you like silk. "Did you make us like this on purpose? So we'd crave you? So we'd need you?"

Your breath hitched as Price’s gloved hands settled on either side of you, caging you between his massive frame and the table. His voice was thick with something dark, something hungry. "She didn't think we'd feel this way, did she? Didn't think we’d remember her touch even when she wasn’t touching us?"

"We remember everything," Ghost confirmed. "The way you looked at us in those tanks. The way your hands lingered when you checked our vitals. The way your breath caught when you saw what we were."

Gaz finally moved, stepping in beside Soap, trapping you completely. "You're ours, love. You made us. And we take care of what's ours."

You opened your mouth to argue—to protest—to tell them this wasn't right—but then Ghost leaned in, his mask brushing your cheek as he whispered,

"Say the word, and we'll show you exactly what these mouths were made for."

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pinascreatorcorner · 5 months ago

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A collection of beautifully captivating OCs

Updated: 11/18/24

Mira by @ndekvart

Mira concept art

Peonia Ylandra by @eternal-transcience

Incorrect Rexonia Quotes

Helena Hemlock by @mythical-illustrator

Meet Helena

OC Collection by @lonewolflupe

Lupe

Lone Wolf Squad

Silvio “Silvie” Rea by @vimse

Silvie Character Sheet

Grave Squad by @dickarchivist

Grave Squad

Aeviririn by @ghostymarni

OC Collection by @leenathegreengirl

Leena

Clone dividers by: @saradika-graphics

#piña’s oc archive #piña’s creator corner #fandom positivity #star wars #the bad batch #the clone wars

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ledbytheunknown · 8 months ago

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Pro Memoria

Summary: Crosshair alone in his cell on Mount Tantiss reflects on his life, his choices and all that brought him to that point.

Word count: 1590

Warnings: There is talk of pain, angst, medical issues and contemplation of death. Thoughts or regret and sadness

A/N: Written for @swprequels-big-bang The art is amazing and I just know you will al love it as much as I do when you see it.

it can be found here

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" Don't you forget about dying

Don't you forget about your friend death

Don't you forget that you will die "

Crosshair sat alone in the cell on Mount Tantiss, no natural light reached this far in. The garish industrial lights often hurt his eyes, making his head fill with the pain of a migraine. He’d lost count of the days, everyone being the same monotonous routine. Wake a morning serving of sustenance that made the old republic rations look like a gourmet meal on Canto Bight. Guards moving him to a lab samples taken from his right hand, the repeated jabs left his hand feeling weak and at times it had a tremor.

In the beginning he would be taken to a chamber much like the one Rampart and Tarkin used on him back on Kamino and his mind was probed and shocked as Hemlock tried to twist him and it to make him a perfect super soldier.

The gas Hemlock had used on him when he had tried to get a message to his brothers to protect Omega left his throat damaged and his voice even more gravely than before. It had all been for nothing. Omega was still found and brought here.

She visited almost everyday. Talked about planning and getting out. Crosshair fully believed that she should try, but that she should go alone. Leave him to his karma, his punishment, his prison.

He was not innocent. He blindly followed all the orders he was given by the empire for a long time. There were times when he closed his eyes he could see the faces of every single person he killed for the empire. He could also see the faces of those he knew die around him.

The rebels on Onderon, they honestly did not know where Saw Gerrera was, majority on that transport were civilians and Crosshair had led his squad in opening fire on them and cut them all down. Man woman and child.

Tightness grew in his chest as the many memories flooded in. Shortly after Onderon there was a mission to Naboo to bring in again so-called insurgents who were not separatists but members of the galactic republic who were resisting the Empire's new rule. The whole settlement was wiped out again man woman or child it didn’t matter they were gone in under a half hour and their bodies disintegrated leaving no trace. It was like that for a long time and Crosshair could always shut out what he did. Block his mind from remembering. But now their faces were all he could see. Hundreds and hundreds of people who he was directly responsible for their deaths. Either by giving orders to the troops or by his own hand.

His hand, the right one, had started to tremble shortly after his attempt at contacting his brothers to tell them to keep Omega safe. The tremors now were more frequent. Any time he thought about what he had done it started to shake. He reached across and held it steady with his left hand taking a deep breath and it started to settle.

Crosshair looked through the bars of his cell down into the stark utilitarian prison corridors that went in every direction. Almost every stall was occupied by former clone troopers, all ones who refused to serve the empire, all were tested and some experimented on but for what purpose He did not know. He often saw Nala Se in the halls and lab. She was his creator, not just in that he was a clone but it was her project that gave him and his brothers of Clone Force 99 their desired mutations. He saw sadness in her eyes when she looked at him and disappointment. It hurt him as he didn’t know if that was disappointment in his situation or in him and his actions.

He put his head back against the wall on his cell and closed his eyes again, this time his mind took him to Bracca, the place he almost burned to death in the fire of an ion engine. That was the start of his downfall, where his troops in the elite squad questioned his actions. It got worse on Ryloth.

Ryloth, it was all a flawed plan by Rampart to fully take over. To frame the hero of Ryloth Cham Syndulla of the murder of Twi'lek senator Orn Free Taa, but it didn’t go as planned and Cross hair was forced to arrest many clone troopers. Some fought back and for that they were killed.

But he survived. He survived the fall of Kamino and spent thirty-two rotations stranded there alone. He chose to stay, he could have left with the others on the Marauder but he chose to stay. But he questioned himself if he did it because he believed the Empire would find him or if he did it to die, to atone for all he did. The Empire did find him and after making a full recovery it was back to fighting back to killing, though he didn’t do much of the latter on the first mission with Cody. Commander Cody, where was he now? Was he safe? They said he left, that he defected, but in the Empire that could mean anything, that he went to the budding rebellion or that he disappeared to live in peace or that he had been killed. Maybe he was here in the halls in one of the many cells.

He sighed thinking of how badly he hurt his brothers, not just his batch mates but the clone troopers as a whole. Those who had stood against the empire how he treated them. Capturing them like he had Howzer and his troops or killing some of the 981st that had defected in the time between Ryloth and Daro.

How he had hunted Tech, Wrecker, Echo, and Hunter. He had been so close to them and now they only seemed like distant memories.

One of the times Hemlock and Nala Se worked on their experiments Hemlock informed him of Tech’s fall and subsequent death. It made Crosshair’s stomach and chest ache. They had been trying to find him, they had been trying to rescue him and now Tech was dead, and it was all Crosshair's fault. Just as Mayday’s death was on him as well.

He should have been able to save Mayday. He should have been able to get him back to base sooner so that there would be a chance of survival instead of dying in agony on the ground just beyond the walls of the base. He should have taken out more than just the lieutenant; he should have gunned down that whole base. But he was too weak.

Always now too weak to be of use, with a trembling shooting hand and headaches that would come and go but when they came they would stay, it would linger and pulse and beat away at his head, his brain throbbing as if trying to escape his skull.

He grabbed his head in his hands as he felt another of the headaches coming on he could feel the tremor of his hand against his head. This would be a fitting way to go, he had survived practically being incinerated, and being left to fend for himself on a dead planet but to have that pain in his head kill him make him atone for all he had done that would be perfect.

He tried to pry his eyes open to survey his surroundings one last time. In the hall beyond the ray shielded door of his cell he could see them. It was scary, bittersweet and calming all in one as his brothers lined the halls, Tech closest then MAyday and so many others, there were non-clone faces there as well, faces he recognized all too clearly as his victims. But they did not look mad, they looked sad or was that more looks of empathy, of pity? They were waiting for him. To escort him to hell no doubt it is what he deserved.

" We focus on your death,

We focus on your death.

You share not the blood of ours,

thus we focus on your death "

The words echoed through his head so many voices in unison. Calling him to his end. So he had taken their lives or failed to prevent their deaths, it was only fitting they beckoned him to his own.

The intensity of the pain grew, his eyes squeezing shut as if to try and stop the growing throb and the searing burning pain that filled his skull. He felt his breath catch in his lungs. Then calm, darkness and silence.

Beep……..Beep………Beep

Crosshair felt his consciousness leaving the void. The soft sounds around him, this was not hell, it was too calm, and smelled too clean. Way to clean.

“Ah I see you are finally waking up” a familiar voice said from a distance away.

Footsteps came closer

“We almost lost you there CT-9904, that would be unfortunate as you still have so much to give in our experiments”

Crosshair opened his eyes. He was alive but he had been wrong; he was in hell. The living hell of Mount Tantiss, and staring down at him as he was strapped to the medical table, the devil incarnate. Dr. Royce Hemlock. Crosshair looked around the room, the voices were gone as were the apparitions. So once again he would be left alone with his thoughts and his guilt.

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badbatchposts · 7 months ago

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Quiet Corners of the Galaxy, Ch. 25

Relevant tags/content warnings: Crosshair/Original Female Character, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Periodic Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, 18+/Explicit

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Chapter 25 summary: The squad copes with the discovery of the missing clones, and Crosshair learns more of Dara's backstory.

Extra content warnings for this chapter: blood/injury; grief; corpses/mass grave

Crosshair couldn’t tear his eyes away from the spot where Dara was rooted to the ground, kneeling over a pit containing the remains of the clone prisoners. He couldn’t see what she was looking at from this angle, but he knew it wouldn’t be pretty.

“I—I think you should take Omega back to the ship,” she told Hunter over the comms. “She shouldn’t see this.”

The Sergeant sighed, a tired, defeated sound. “Understood. Come on, kid—we’ll go get the Marauder for a pick-up while the rest of the squad finishes up here.”

If Omega had any objections, she wasn’t voicing them over the comm line as she and Hunter made their way through the forest in the direction of their ship. It would be a few hours before they could return with the Marauder, hopefully arriving around the time of the planet’s early sunset.

Dara still hadn’t moved. “Can the rest of you find some shovels and come to my position?” she requested weakly. “Kriffing Imperials just tossed them in the garbage pit. They didn’t even have the decency—” She cut off suddenly, clearing her throat.

“Affirmative. We’ll be there in a few minutes,” Echo let her know. Through his scope, Crosshair saw Dara finally get to her feet, staggering over to a nearby tree. She held herself propped against it for a minute, then—with a sudden violence that made him flinch—crashed her fist against the bark, over and over, until her blows steadily grew weaker and stopped. Then she was motionless again, fist still clenched, breathing heavily. Her shoulders remained tense, but her face was turned away from him—he couldn’t help but think that it felt deliberate, like she was guarding her expression from his gaze.

Tech, Echo, and Wrecker arrived just as Crosshair climbed down off the roof. Dara took one of the shovels, picked a spot a sufficient distance away, and started digging without a word as the rest of them leaned over the pit. There were bones scattered around its edges, no doubt the result of animal activity; in the pit itself, skulls, femurs, and rib cages were all easily identifiable, emerging from corpses in various states of decomposition, all mixed in with the facility’s other refuse. Wrecker lifted his helmet off for barely a second before he gagged and slammed it back on his head; Dara had pulled off her soiled poncho and wrapped a scarf from her pack around her face and nose. While Tech and Echo worked on disinterring the bodies from the pit, separating them from trash and giving the loose bones some semblance of order, Wrecker and Crosshair joined Dara and set to digging. They were silent for over an hour, interrupted only by the occasional grunt.

“Dara,” Tech called suddenly. He was standing by the pit, holding a small bone, entirely cleared of flesh. “Will you pass me your glow rod?”

She took a break from digging and dug it out of her pack, tossing it to him before returning, without comment, to her task.

Tech disappeared into the facility for a few minutes, returning with a look of grim satisfaction.

“It is just as I suspected,” he informed them. “The remains also glow in the ultraviolet spectrum. We can infer that the substance that we discovered was being tested on the clones.”

The rest of the men straightened up from their tasks and climbed out of the pit and the new grave they were in the process of digging, taking advantage of the distraction to take a few sips from their canteens and open ration bars at a distance from the stench of decay. Dara, however, didn’t even turn to look, just continued to remove dirt by the shovelful.

“So was it the chemical that killed them, or did the Empire just dispose of them when they decided they’d served their purpose?” Echo wondered darkly.

“It is difficult to tell,” Tech admitted. “So far I have not identified any injuries to the bodies consistent with violent deaths, although the advanced state of decomposition makes that challenging to determine. I have, however, scanned several samples and should be able to analyze them later to find out more.”

“How many are there?” Wrecker asked, his expression uncharacteristically grim.

Echo shook his head sadly. “Dozens. Probably everyone on the list that we found.”

As the three continued their discussion, Crosshair watched Dara, who was still digging at an incessant, even punishing pace. Sighing, he dropped back down into the wide, deep grave they’d managed to carve out of the soft earth. They had made good progress, although they still had a while to go before it would be sufficient for a burial.

Crosshair approached her cautiously, like a wild animal. His earlier avoidance no longer mattered to him, his resentment all but forgotten. There was something off about her, a palpable tension that threatened to uncoil at any moment.

“Burk’yc,” he said, as gently as he could. “Take a break.”

“I’m fine,” she muttered.

“No, you’re not,” Crosshair insisted. “At least get something to drink.”

“I said I’m fine,” Dara snapped back, finally turning to look at him for the first time all day, only to shoot him as venomous a glare as he’d ever seen from her. She dragged the back of one hand against her forehead, wiping away sweat and dirt. As she did, he caught a glimpse of her palm: a long gash leaked a trail of blood that smeared along the handle of her shovel. The skin around it was already blistered and broken, red and raw, and her knuckles where she had hit the tree were bruised and bloody.

At the sight of her injuries, Crosshair felt his stomach drop. It was obvious, from the moment she had found the pit, that she was distressed—none of them were pleased, this was a worst-case scenario for what they expected to find—but he hadn’t realized how far she would push. Somehow, against all logic, he was more worried for her safety now than he had been when she was shot. Did she even realize she was hurt? Couldn’t she feel it?

“You’re obviously not fine,” he growled, crowding closer to her and grasping at her hands. He turned them palms up, trying to get a better look past the blood and dirt. Her other hand didn’t look much better, and he winced when he noticed tiny shards of transparisteel still clinging to the skin. “Did this happen when you fell?”

Dara stared dumbly at her wounds for a moment before trying to shake him off. “It doesn’t matter.”

Crosshair only gripped her more firmly by the wrists. “This can wait. You need to—”

“I don’t need to do anything,” she interrupted, pulling away violently. “I’m fine, just— just let me keep digging.” She grabbed her shovel from where it had dropped at her feet and made to continue.

“Just stop!” Crosshair commanded, temper boiling over. “You’re not a clone. They’re not your brothers, they’re ours, so don’t pretend like it’s your job to bury them. Take a kriffing break so I can fix your hands, now!”

Dara did stop at that, fingers flexing around the handle of the shovel as she glared straight back at him. She looked like she was deciding whether to yell at Crosshair or punch him. Finally, she threw down her shovel and shoved past him, scrambling out of the hole. She grabbed her pack on her way past and stalked into the forest without a backwards glance.

Crosshair turned to where his brothers were staring down at him disapprovingly and crossed his arms.

“What?” he barked. “I was trying to be nice!”

Wrecker frowned. “Well, ya did a terrible job.”

Crosshair threw his hands up in exasperation. “I don’t know what her problem is!”

“Ah,” Tech began matter-of-factly. “It is likely that she is experiencing some acute psychological distress. Her discovery of this mass grave has, in all probability, reminded her of the Empire’s massacre of her home village.”

The others blinked at him, stunned. “Tech, how was I supposed to know about that?” Crosshair finally demanded.

Tech tilted his head. “Oh—yes. I forgot to inform you all of what I had discovered of Dara’s biography once we learned her birth name.” He cleared his throat and frowned down at his datapad as he pulled up the relevant file and began reading. “Keranji Daranjal, born on Onderon, childhood friend of Steela and Saw Gerrera. Attended university in Onderon’s capital city, where she began advanced graduate training in linguistics, specializing in non-human, primitive cultures. She has published some quite fascinating studies, in fact—”

“Get to the point, Tech,” Echo interjected.

“Ah, of course,” Tech acknowledged. “Apologies. Dara’s research was interrupted during the Clone Wars when her mentor, the linguist Palo Bragus, was gunned down by Separatist droids during a public demonstration. She then abandoned her studies to join the Gerreras in the formation of their insurgent group. After they succeeded in reinstating the former king, she left Onderon; a little over a year ago the Empire sought her out as a means to track down Saw. The village where she and the Gerreras grew up was burned down in the attempt to locate her. Many of the villagers were killed…including Dara’s only family: a brother, sister-in-law, and their two children.”

He cleared his throat again, glancing up at his brothers. “The Empire now has Keranji Daranjal listed as deceased, so I can only presume that she faked her death shortly afterward. As far as I know, Dara has never been back to Onderon. She never had the chance to bury her dead.”

There it was, then: everything Dara had built all those careful walls to protect, the origins of her rage and her grief, what Crosshair had been so eager to see exposed. A war she had fought in and survived, only for more utter violence and destruction to come when she thought it was all over. Death upon death upon death, and at the center of it all, Dara, still alive, but alone.

Her story was a lot like that of the clones, in fact. And he had somehow managed to rub it in that these weren’t even her corpses to bury.

The men avoided eye contact. Tech and Echo had done the best they could with removing the bodies from the garbage pit and had stacked them reverently to the side of the grave, awaiting their new resting place. They joined the others as they returned to digging, though Crosshair kept glancing out towards the forest, where Dara had disappeared.

Wrecker laid a hand on his shoulder. “She’ll be alright,” he murmured.

The sun was setting and they could hear the Marauder’s approach by the time Dara returned, carrying a wide, flat stone. Though the hole they’d managed to dig was no monument to wealth, the bodies of the clones were now safely blanketed in soil, deep enough to protect them from further disturbances, animal or otherwise. The squad stood quietly by the grave as she approached and knelt, gently laying the stone at its center.

Her hands somehow managed to have gotten worse, Crosshair noticed. Still, she didn’t seem to feel the pain, only clenched her fists, rose, and went to the ship without a word. On the stone, she had painstakingly carved a one-word epitaph for the clones, the Aurebesh letters rustic and clumsy. It read:

Brothers

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OC Sunday: CT-1666, "Banshee" (OC of @dickarchivist)

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GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC

Personnel Datafile

Name: Banshee

Rank: Clone Ordnance Specialist

Identifying number: CT-1666

Duty assignment: Grave Squad of the 404th Battalion

Status: AWOL

Service Record

Commendations: Outstanding Bravery

No Man Left Behind

Qualifications: Complete training in the creation and dismantling of explosives, as well as Stealth Operations, Hand to Hand Combat, and minor training in medical relief.

Medical record: Partial Hearing Loss in both ears. Selective Mute. PTSD. Scarring around throat, indicating several traumatic injuries. Allergic to bantha fur.

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Day 6: What If...

My "what if..." for Day 6 of @clonexocweek

So, what if CX-2 was Tech? Yes, it's cliche, but I enjoy the angst!

This is a Tech x Catrin pairing.

Artwork for this posted at the end since it contains spoilers!

This story is already posted over on AO3, but I ran out of time to write something new for today's prompt.

Summary: While on a mission with members of The Bad Batch, an uninvited guest shows up. When their paths cross, Catrin senses there's a strange familiarity about the clone-x assassin.

Warnings & Triggers: Depiction of Fighting, Violence, and Blood.

Words: 2030

She didn’t like being back on Coruscant at a time like this. It was too dangerous. But this mission was important, and Rex needed someone he could trust. And she needed a squad they both trusted. Still, she wasn’t happy that Hunter had brought Omega as well. She knew Omega was more than capable, an equal in all respects and worthy of working with them. But the Empire’s interest in her was troubling. Hemlock’s interest in Omega specifically could not be good.

She was deep in thought when Hunter’s voice broke through her concentration. “We’re at the extraction point. No sign of our contact yet.” His voice chimed from the comm unit on her wrist.

“Copy. No sign of anyone here either.” She replied.

“Nothing here.” Crosshair reported.

She sighed, and tried reaching out with her abilities again. She attempted to sense other living beings, other people. She could only sense her squad in the dark alley. It was difficult relearning to use her abilities, but she felt it was getting a little bit better each time. The loss of her powers on Eriadu had been a difficult blow, but one she didn’t regret. Out there, somewhere, Tech had to be alive. Otherwise, her sacrifice had been for nothing.

Time crawled by. Too much time. The tension in her muscles was growing, but not from strain, rather from anxiety. She felt a strange tingling sensation at the base of her neck. Something wasn’t right.

“I don’t like this.” She said quietly into her comm. “They should have been here by now.”

“I agree.” Came Hunter’s reply. “We’ll give it a little more time, then we’ll call it.”

“They’re not coming.” Crosshair said, his voice grave but direct.

Something caught her eye, the briefest flash of movement. She turned her head to look at what had moved at the far end of the alley. Something up on one of the buildings was different. That hatch hadn’t been open a moment before. A figure appeared from within the hatch and jumped onto the ledge below. They move quickly and silently. She recognized a clone-x assassin when she saw one.

“Incoming. Clone assassin. End of the alley, up on the north building edge.” She reported to the others. “Hunter, get everyone out of here now.”

“What about you?” Hunter asked.

“I’ll keep our uninvited guest busy and cover your retreat.” She told him, her tone leaving no room for debate.

There was a brief delay, then Hunter’s reply came back, “Crosshair, stay with her. Wrecker, Omega, and I will head back to the ship.”

“That’s not necessary.” She advised.

“Too bad. Do you copy Crosshair?” Hunter’s voice came through the comm.

“Copy.” Crosshair said in a dangerously low voice. She knew he was mentally preparing for the upcoming fight.

She watched the clone assassin stalk along the edge of the building’s ledge, keeping to the shadows. He moved carefully and skillfully, but there was also something oddly familiar about it. Could it be? She thought to herself. No. That’s just wishful thinking.

“Well, now we know what happened to our contact.” Muttered Crosshair, his deadpan tone coming through clearly on the comm unit.

“Crosshair, keep your position. I’ll draw him to you.” She instructed. It was time to find out who this mystery clone assassin was. She holstered her blaster and looked down. Only 2 stories up, an easy jump. She leapt down, landing softly on the ground below. Now to get their uninvited guest’s attention.

She sprinted across the alleyway like she was trying to move from one piece of cover to another without being noticed. She skidded to a halt behind some old cargo crates, then peered around the edge to see if it worked. It had. The clone assassin had seen the movement and turned her way. She could see him pull down a viewfinder from his helmet, clearly trying to get a better look.

She pulled out her blaster and fired a shot in his direction. He dove to the side to avoid her shot. She watched as he ran to the end of the ledge where the buildings met and a tangle of pipes and wires hung in chaos. He quickly climbed down them, dropping to better cover behind an outcrop from the next building. She fired 2 more shots in his direction, then turned and ran down the alleyway, in the direction of Crosshair’s position.

As she ran, she tried to reach out with her senses again, trying to hone in on the clone assassin. She found him, and could sense his cool and methodical temperament. Again, that strange familiarity washed over her. She shook it aside and focused on his location. He was pursuing her. Perfect.

“Status.” Crosshair comm’d.

“Coming your way now.” She replied, her voice coming in short huffs as she ran.

She sensed the blaster bolt a split second before it could find its mark, giving her the needed time to swerve sideways, the bolt barely missing her. A second shot pinged off of the wall inches from her head. She rolled to the side, taking cover. He was close, she could feel it. He was waiting, most likely for her to stick her head out and see where he was. She wasn’t falling for that. Let him wait. She mentally told herself.

She tried again to reach out with her senses. It was frustrating how ineffective her abilities were. Her old self could have neutralised the clone assassin in a second. Now she was barely more powerful than a youngling padawan.

There, he was moving again. Cautiously coming up on her hiding spot. She tensed in her crouched position, ready to spring. She saw the end of his rifle before seeing the rest of him. She launched herself upward, grabbed the rifle and yanked it down as he fired, the bolt hitting the ground uselessly. She followed through bringing her knee up into his stomach. He dropped the rifle, using his now free hand to aim a punch at her face. She blocked it with her other hand, the one holding the blaster, which sent it flying.

It was on. Now they were engaged in hand-to-hand combat. He was skilled, she had to give him that, but not as good as her. She blocked his blows, and managed to land a few punches. He threw a vicious kick at her side, and she spun to the side to avoid it. In that brief moment, the clone assassin pulled out a knife. As she finished her turn, he slashed at her chest with the blade. She blocked it with her arm, thankful for her heavily armoured bracers.

“Where are you?” Came the angry voice of Crosshair, muffled through her comm unit.

She didn’t have time to reply as the clone assassin slashed and stabbed furiously at her. She blocked and danced backwards avoiding the blows. She was waiting for a gap in his attacks, any opening to give her an advantage. He brought the blade down in a wide arch, from high to low. She spun past the attack, grabbed his arm and used his own momentum against him. She pulled down, throwing him off balance. But the clone assassin seemed almost ready for it and turned his fall into a roll. He sprung up and turned to face her.

That move. She knew it well. She’d taught someone that move before. Someone she had often spared with and taught him additional moves like it.

“Tech?” She whispered in disbelief.

The clone assassin launched himself at her again. She spun, aiming her kick high and catching him inside his arm holding the knife. The knife clattered to the ground, but he kept his momentum going and tackled her. They both fell to the ground, the clone assassin on top, pinning her. His hands went for her throat.

She had to know. She didn’t care that she should defend herself, fight back.

She shoved his arms away and reached up for his head, for the helmet. His left hand came back and locked around her throat. At the same time she found the face plate switch and jammed it with her thumb. The helmet’s face plate fell away.

She knew that face. It was the face of the man she loved, but she almost didn’t recognize it. It was twisted with hate and anger. He snarled down at her, his hand closing tighter on her throat. The rage in his eyes burned into her, it caused her more pain than any physical wound ever could.

“Tech.” Her voice came out as a desperate plea. “It’s me.”

Tech glared hatefully at her. She had one chance. One more time, she had to try and save him, like on Eriadu. She placed her hands on the temples of his head. He yanked his head back, trying to break free, but in doing so he loosened his grip on her throat. She lunged after him, clamping her hands onto his head, locking her eyes with his.

One chance. One moment. She poured all the power she had into her healing ability. The slightest orange glow shone briefly from her palms. She channelled everything she had and focused it on his mind, on his memory. Their eyes holding each other's gaze.

It happened all at once, in the briefest moment, and yet it felt like time slowed to eternity. She felt the blade of his knife slip between her ribs, tearing through her flesh. The pain, a hot agony, burning through her. As the blade found its mark, she saw the change on Tech’s face. The moment when his memory came back. The moment he recognized her. The moment all of Hemlock’s conditioning melted away. The moment the shock of what was happening was processed in his mind.

The hand around her throat dropped away. Tech looked down at her, confusion clear in his features.

“Catrin?” He whispered.

“Tech. Welcome back.” Catrin said weakly. She tried to smile, but a dreadful, liquid cough tore at her throat and racked her body with pain. She could taste the blood in her mouth.

Tech’s eyes widened, concern flooding his features. He tore his gaze away from her face and looked down to his right hand, the one still holding the handle of the knife. He let go of it, as if it had suddenly become red hot and burned him.

“What have I done?” He said, shock clear in his voice. He tried to pull the blade out, but Catrin grabbed his hand and stopped him.

“No. It will make it worse.” She explained. She wrapped her fingers around his hand, her other hand gently caressed the side of his face. “I’ve missed you Tech.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper. She wheezed, trying to breath, but it was getting more difficult.

“What have I done?” Tech repeated, more urgently, his anguish clearly audible. “What have I done!”

“Shhh.” She tried to sooth him, but it was too difficult to speak. She felt weak, her limbs heavy. Her arms fell to her sides. Tech placed his arms around her and cradled her gently.

“I-I…” She coughed again, more blood coming up. “I love you.” It was a barely audible whisper, but he heard her.

He pulled her close, holding onto her tightly. “What have I done?” He repeated over and over as he buried his face in her red hair.

It was getting harder for Catrin to see. There was a blur around the edges of her vision. Despite her eyesight fading, she knew a sniper shot when she saw one. The bolt of light flashed through the darkness before disappearing into its target.

She felt the impact through Tech’s body. Felt him go rigid, his hands digging into her as they gripped her like a vice. Then just as quickly, he let go, his body going limp. Tech rolled to the side landing beside her, the smell of burnt flesh filling her nostrils. The last thing Catrin remembered was the sight of Crosshair running towards them, Tech’s arms still wrapped around her, as the world went dark.

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The Original Voltron Adaptations Vs Their Original Japanese Counterparts.

Beast King Go-Lion:

Go-Lion/Voltron's backstory is that he got split due to his hubris after thinking he could take on the space goddess.

Voltron is a sentient being who lived long before time.

Voltron's title is king of the beasts.

All the pilots, save Fala/Allura, are from Earth.

All the boys are effectively in the same boat as VLD Shiro and have the gladiator backstory.

Earth is dead and gone, consumed by World War 3 by the start of the show.

Allura is canonically 16.

Raible/Coran's a strategist.

Altea/Arus's people were assumed to all be destroyed (especially the royal family), but they're all hiding out.

Allura's parents and siblings are executed by Daibazaal/Zarkon's hand while she was a year old baby. Zarkon didn't know she existed.

Hiroshi Suzuishi/Pidge is descended from Ninja.

There's so much blood and gore. People get cut in half vertically and horizontally. We get the privilege of watching people drop dead on screen with these horrifying faces and screams. Zarkon and Sincline/Lotor drink blood, too.

Honerva/Haggar has this bs called occult science.

Akira Kogane/Keith and Allura are so slowburn to the point it might not exist between them.

King Raimon/Alfor's ghost comes back from the grave to tell the paladins how much they suck.

Pidge threatens to eat the space mice twice.

Shirogane Takashi/Sven dies and and a later episode introduces his younger brother, Ryou/Sven, who was captured as a slave among others before Earth was fully destroyed.

Cannibalism

A tragic side character commits suicide at the end of an episode

Amue/Romelle's older brother is willingly turned into a robeast. Her older brother and father are both murdered by the Galra during a battle with Voltron.

Earth is completely destroyed and uninhabitable. The boys become honorary citizens of Arus.

A scene depicting Pidge's mother shows her seeing him off his mission. It's the last time he sees her.

Lotor has a dream about his mother where it suggests Zarkon had a hand in her disappearance. A flashback occurs showing us she was a good person and was killed for moral differences.

Coran's son, Saint/Garret, died as an infant while he and his mother were escaping from the castle. They are buried by a local group of people. The Galra dig up this grave to clone him.

Hys/Nanny is shot by Garret and dies.

A father-daughter bond is implied between Coran and Allura when the latter comforts the former after the Garret incident.

The Galran foot soldiers are living beings.

Romelle almost died via firing squad.

One notable robeast involved a snake like being who survived a civil massacre amongst her people and was introduced burying her deceased child. She adopts Pidge within the same episode. She dies at the end from blood loss.

Another notable side character was a sand person. Allura befriends this one by giving it her bracelet. The sand person is turned into a robeast. It's implied the sand person dies at the end, though it is unclear why.

During the final battle, Lotor sends out trapped prisoners in bubbles as bombs so Voltron can't move without killing them. Lotor also shoots them as missles. Haggar also shoots at the prisoners so Voltron can move and end Lotor's career.

Haggar's motive in helping Voltron lies in that Lotor killed Zarkon.

Haggar is Zarkon's mother.

Ryou dies fighting Lotor.

Honerva dies. Zarkon dies. Lotor dies.

Voltron: Defender of the Universe:

"We don't need clothes." Keith, 1984.

Arus is still alive, they just get attacked.

Voltron's backstory is that Haggar disguised herself as said space goddess and wrecked Voltron into five pieces.

Coran's a diplomat.

Voltron's title is King of the Robots

Galaxy Garrison exists here.

Allura grew up an only child and seldom saw her parents because they were busy.

Sven is severely injured and is, instead, sent to another planet to recuperate, but gets captured as a slave on planet Doom and thinks he's crazy.

Zarkon disrespects Haggar likes it's nobody's business.

King Alfor built Voltron.

Zarkon has a nephew

Pidge has a sister who's stated to be training as a pilot.

That same tragic side character is said to have returned to her home planet offscreen

Romelle's older brother is willingly turned into a robeast. He swims out to see in the middle of a battle with Voltron. Romelle's father in consequence goes mad and is implied to have died as a result.

Balto is ravaged by Lotor's forces. Pidge becomes an honourary citizen of Arus.

Pidge is an orphan and the scene of his mother depicts his adoption

Lotor has a dream about Allura instead. Allura's nightmare shows us she's afraid of Zarkon.

"Lotor, my beloved son, you're a nitwit." -Zarkon, 1984

Doom/Drule council.

Coran's son, Garret, and his wife are said to be alive in another dimension they were beamed to when the Galra attacked them. The clone is robotic like.

Allura when comforting Coran after the Garret incident, calls him a good man.

Lance is a country boy.

The Doom foot soldiers are robots.

Romelle was sentenced to be shot by a firing squad with stun guns.

Lotor and Haggar look for a new robeast victim among the Medusans. Audibly noting that they're all in a deep rest. That Medusan lady chooses to adopt Pidge. She also gets hurt, but it's implied she lives.

The episode about the sand people goes relatively the same way. However, the sand person is stated to be exhausted, but alive.

Sven is injured and sent back to planet Pollux to heal.

During the final battle, Lotor sends out robots in bubbles to trap Voltron. Keith can't move him because the bombs would blow up in their face. Lotor shoots them as missiles. Haggar shoots them down so Voltron can end Lotor's career.

Zarkon lives. Haggar lives. Lotor lives.

Pidge has a brother, Chip.

The same:

The Robeasts sometimes have unique tits (long, metallic, and spiky).

Lotor has three different kinds of chins and noses he alternates between.

Allura's only living relative is her aunt.

Armoured Fleet Dairugger XV:

The show begins with a strong theme linked to the lifestyle and aspirations of young sailors staking their life on the sea.

The Galaxy Alliance's goal is to create a star map of the universe, explore planets, and potentially colonize one.

Shinji Ise/Commander Hawkins is unsure if there are any lifeforms other than the three species in the Galaxy Alliance.

There are three planets in the Galaxy Alliance: Earth, Mira, and Sala.

Miranda Keats/Krik has telepathy.

Barros Karateya/Zandee is possibly from New York.

The cook can sing and cook.

Krik and Moya Kirigas/Cinda are Mirans.

Shota Kreutz/Wolo and Saruka Katz/Tangor are Salans.

The main fleet has spent 7 months in space.

Manabu Aki/Jeff hates spicy food.

Tatsuo Izumo/Shannon has no deeper reason to hate the Galveston/Drule other than they've been fighting one another recently.

Sim/Sandu dies as a pilot with his ship.

Wolo's brother dies.

Haruka Kaga/Lisa's singing when the force is stalled on the weather planet.

Murder

Captain Barataria/Brak kills himself.

Walter Jack/Cliff's brother's name is Jimmy.

Cliff has a magic hobby. He wants to be a member of the Magic Castle in Hollywood.

The Dairugger crew/Vehicle force sing the theme song when sending off Captain Dick Asimov/Stanley.

The planet Hawkins saw blow up was a consequence of the Galra not wanting a base to be built on that planet - Planet Apollo.

Krik on his shift as commander simply orders the teams to head to their vehicles.

The Vehicle Force are observing the artifact they collected in a previous episode with hopes and doubts the civilization survived.

Commander Hagi/Kernel Klaus dies.

Director Wakasa/Marshal Graham is peeved the people aren't taking Drule threat seriously.

Drake/Mongo dies. Teles/Hazar has a devastating reaction to it.

Graves

Krik is implied to be a prince.

Sirk/Dorma has no biological relation to Hazar and instead is his adjutant.

Hazar's father is a Homeworld secretary socrat and he's immediately dismissed from this position when Hazar returns to Galveston.

Planet Mira has flowers similar to purple orange-spotted flowers.

The Vehicle team learned space combat at the space fortress.

The queen of Eldora states the Galran frontline base is east of the planet Eldora, in the area where the blue light shines.

Earth gets attacked, and are fending off the Galra.

Yasuo Mutsu/Chip trained really hard at the space fortress' juvenile school in terms of science.

The pendant Lisa gives Jeff is what her mother gave her before Dairugger's departure from Earth. Lisa considers this a souvenir.

Commander Date/Kernel Kerbert* and crew die due to how damaged the ship is.

Patty Ellington/Ginger planted a seed she found in her room. She compares the growth of the plant to their perseverance.

A sunset reminds Cliff of his hometown.

Hazar gets promoted to commander of the attack fleet.

Pidge dreams of driving his mother to Mt. Fuji. We see her physically in the back seat.

Krik's letter is from his father who states harvest is good on Mira. Cliff's letter's from his father who sends his greetings to Ginger.

The photo of the baby is Jeff's newborn nephew. He has at least one sibling.

Chip is a lonely single child.

Lisa and Chip are childhood friends. They were in the same class in juvenile school, and they trained together at the space fortress.

Kazuto Nagato/Hutch and Tasuku Izu/Marvin insult the three girls. They're mad because Kai Shinobu/Rocky previously talked about Emma/Twyla continuously, whilst Hutch says he grows tired of the three. Ginger trips Hutch and he cries.

Commander Twyla dies.

The crew of the Space Explorer play rugby with a squad of Galra soldiers. They all die.

Both the buck and the fawn die.

The two dolphins die. One was a calf. The mother swims head on to a bomb.

Ginger is grievously injured, and is piloting her machine while fighting off sleep medication. She is dedicated to fighting by her team.

Hazar hesitates to land a killing blow and his gun is shot from his hand. Dorma shoots the body guard and in pain he shoots about wildly, accidentally striking Emperor Corsair/Zeppo - who dies.

The date by the time of the Drule evacuation is Feb 9 in the space year 2203.

Commander Newley agrees the Drules should have the third planet of the 26 system as they have nowhere to go.

Commander Hazar is assassinated by three Galveston soldiers. One of whom is Sandu's younger brother.

Jeff gives Lisa's necklace to Hazar's corpse.

Voltron: Defender of The Universe - Vehicle:

The Galaxy Garrison's motive is to find a second planet because Earth is suffering overpopulation.

It's implied the Vehicle Team and crew already encountered Hazar. He is described as a pirate.

The Vehicle Force call themselves the Voltron Force.

The Vehicle Force can only stay combined for five minutes.

Lisa is implied go be an alien.

Wolo's planet has seven moons.

There is a spy aboard the Galaxy Cruiser for the Drules. This is never touched upon again.

The food is crap.

Krik's from a water planet and it was at one point saved by Voltron.

Krik has ESP abilities.

The Drule have a confirmed child soldier among their ranks.

Shannon's brother was taken prisoner and is currently being held on Planet Doom.

Commander Hawkins pours hot chocolate from kettles.

Wolo's brother is implied to have survived the encounter with the beast.

Lisa talks about past African civilization when the Force is stalled on the weather planet.

Commander Brak says he'll move to another planet if the Galra choose to be peaceful.

Cliff is a country boy. Has a confirmed younger brother named Ginny* and two other brothers.

The Voltron Force are singing "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" for Captain Newley's farewell party.

Commander Hawkins saw a planet, Orus*, get blown up. The reason for its destruction is unknown.

Krik on his round as commander gives orders with great enthusiasm which is noted by his teammates.

The chef paints as a hobby and the Vehicle Force spend an entire scene roasting his painting.

Kernel Klaus lives and wants to continue building bases.

Marshal Graham is down in the dumps when people joke about him and other high ranking personnel.

Mongo took an experimental time travel ship 😭 and left the empire for good because he no longer wanted to be a part of war.

Hazar drops the photo of him and Mongo because he's clumsy. He looks at it and wishes the latter luck.

The Drule are searching for a new planet due to a transient sun while the Galaxy Garrison are searching due to overpopulation.

Commander Hawkins and Jeff's relationship is funnier than it needs to be.

Ginger got run over twice by joggers.

Lisa invented a carrot and cabbage cocktail she calls 'C & C'.

Pidge and Chip are twins.

Jeff's favourite food is spaghetti.

Jeff has been intentionally skipping Professor Page's plant seminars.

We see Krik's family photo.

Hazar and Dorma are brother sister and he has a good relationship with her.

Commander Nerok escapes in an escape shuttle.

The crew drinks hot chocolate in their downtime.

Earth gets attacked and wins against the Drule.

Ginger brought an unknown plant seed aboard ship and is growing a small plant.

Jeff explains a learned philosophical viewpoint to Commander Hawkins, and the latter's answer is that Jeff would make a great politician.

Lisa bought a good luck charm from a wizard on Planet Korb*. Jeff doesn't believe in that, but he wears the necklace the following episode.

"There is a good chance the lieutenant could be damaged." & "You're a brave fool." -Krik, 1985

Pidge and Chip studied solar energy as a hobby.

Kernel Kerbert* and his crew survive by fleeing in escape ships.

Jeff has a dog named Rover. He named a planet after said dog, an idea Commander Hawkins shoots down.

Krik's father bought another hydro bionic farm that he will inherit one day.

It's implied Cliff writes about Ginger to his brother as they want to meet 'that smashing Ginger'.

Jeff's family sent his baby photo. He thinks he's still cute.

Lisa and Chip are close enough she recognizes his hand writing.

Chip dreams about Pidge. He worries greatly about his brother after the lack of a letter.

Hutch insults the three girls based on their looks implying Twyla is hotter. Ginger trips Hutch after he, Marvin, and Rocky insult all three female members of the Voltron Force and he cries.

Commander Twyla escapes in an escape shuttle.

The Voltron Force play football with the Drule. Jeff finds Lieutenant Antor seriously hurt under rubble, but they heal him and he lives.

The buck dies but the fawn lives.

The dolphin is a single dolphin who somehow managed to disable a missile and survive.

"We just signed an important peace treaty right at this table. I've agreed to let Ginger slurp up her spaghetti, and she's agreed to let me slurp up my soup." -Cliff to Jeff, (Ginger present).

"Well I didn't sign and I want my own table away from you." -Krik to Cliff and possibly Jeff, (Ginger present).

Episode 45. Episode 45 is way too funny. Krik and Cinda crave coconuts out of the blue, ask Commander Hawkins if they can stop at a planet for some, and Krik salutes to his commander that it was a 'dumb idea'.

Ginger has PTSD from an experience as a child where she survived a ship blowing up.

The Drule home-world had destructive material buried under the surface.

Hazar spares Zeppo, but the latter's body is slumped on the throne.

Captain Newley relocates the Drule to a planet in the fourth quadrant in the far galaxy.

Hazar lives.

Krik is passive-aggressive.

The Drule blow up perfectly good planets they can't have.

The Same:

Krik has ESP abilities.

Krik can possibly play an instrument. He holds it the entire time, however.

Jeff, when he takes the first shift as Commander, is disgusted and reluctant to sit beside Commander Hawkins much to the amusement of the man.

Commander Hawkins is passive aggressive.

The Drule homeworld is getting hotter. All the residents have moved below ground, and starvation is prominent.

Krik pilots Voltron when Jeff is out of commission.

Krik shoves a whole gun into Jeff's pants.

The Sky Team ft. Krik drive a tank/enemy patrol car.

Dorma is kidnapped and asked to join the resistance which she steadily accepts.

Original Japanese:

All the foot soldiers are organic.

Consequences. Consequences everywhere.

A good portion of one note characters die.

Adapted Shows:

Stun guns. Stun guns everywhere.

All the foot soldiers are robots.

Bonus Voltron season 3:

King Alfor's ghost can bend the fabric of space. He can also shoot lasers without a gun.

Nanny lives.

Pidge has formed murderous intent towards the castle mice.

Fifth castle mouse.

Commander Cossack a.k.a. Cossack the Terrible.

Lotor drinks something called a mean potion that increases his meanness.

Queen Merla.

King Deus Ex Machina Alfor.

Lotor gets put in jail and has his allowance revoked.

"You don't know Zarkon like I do." -Lance, 1985.

Bonus Bonus Fleet of Doom:

Chip is taller than Pidge.

Hunk is buddies with Modac.

Wolo and Lance used to lightly "bully" Cliff.

Keith and Jeff are competitive with each other.

6 year-old Keith got lost in a forest.

Haggar has two wolves within her (not literal wolves).

*Not sure what the confirmed spelling is but I did my best to spell it like it sounds.

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dickarchivist · 1 year ago

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Let's Go On A Date: Grave Squad edition!

Word Count: 867

Rating: Pg-14, sexual situations but no smut.

Summary: The Grave Boys take you on a date!

Author's Notes: I started these on Valentines Day, but you know, better late than never! Enjoy some mostly fluff with Grave Squad!

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Ghost:

He'd show up 30 minutes early, dressed a little too nice for a movie date. He told you he was taking you to a show, and he wasn't lying, but it's not a movie like you thought. You decide to change, and you're glad you did, because when you show up to the Opera House, you can't help but laugh. "What? Thought you said you enjoyed the theater!" He laughs too, giving you a soft kiss.

He cooks for you later that night, smiling into every little kiss you give him, telling you he loves you. Somehow, even with your distractions, the food doesn't burn.

Phantom:

He shows up 15 minutes late, looking a little frazzled, but that smile of his as he pulls out flowers from behind his back, "I saw these, couldn't help myself." He tucks one behind your ear, and you do the same to him.

You take a walk in the gardens, he says everything is pretty, "but not as pretty as you", and showers you in little stolen kisses. When you show up to the restaurant, it's revealed that while he did make a reservation, there was a miscommunication. Unfortunately for the two of you, it had been for the day before. You end up eating take out back at your flat, but somehow it feels more intimate than the fancy place you were supposed to be.

Specter:

He shows up right on time, almost spooky how on time he is. It's definitely not because he arrived too early he tells you, no not at all, he didn't show up an hour early and then waited just down the street. It wasn't him you saw out your window, must have been some other white haired clone with a mohawk, no sir couldn't've been him.

You go to an art gallery, several of them in fact. He spends the day taking pictures of you, sometimes together, even though you know he hates staged photos. He puts his jacket around you when you get cold, and his scent fills your senses while his heat warms you. He takes your hand, his palm warms yours, and if he wasn't always scowling you think maybe he would be smiling. You look up, and he is smiling, smiling because he's with you. He gives you one soft kiss, and whispers in your ear, "You're the only masterpiece I've seen all day."

You end up back at your place, and after a passionate moment, you lay your head on his chest and listen to his heart, drifting off safely in his arms.

Banshee:

He's a little late, only about five minutes, not even enough for you to notice because you're still getting ready yourself. He signs how beautiful you look, bites his bottom lip, and oh just can't help himself. He gives you a tender little kiss and nuzzles your noses together.

You go dancing for a while, an off the beaten path little club with swing music and slow jazz. He can't keep his hands off you, always in contact in one way or another. Hand on the hip, your shoulder, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. You invite him back home, but instead of following you to bed, he insists on sleeping on the couch. Signs to you that he'd like to take it slow. He makes you breakfast in the morning, nothing spectacular, but it's special all the same.

Wraith:

He's early by 20 minutes, and has been going from his speeder bike to your doorstep, audibly arguing with himself about whether or not it's okay to knock on your door this early. You watch him from the window, until he's 15 minutes late, and finally goes to knock on the door. You open it before he can knock, and giggle when his face flushes a deep red. He stutters through an apology, and you shut him up with a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

You hit up a botanical garden, and you're surprised by the restraint he's showing. He hasn't stopped you in your tracks once to pull out his sketchbook and draw each and every plant and flower he sees. When you bring up his focus on you, he chuckles nervously, "I may have spent the last four days here doing just that... I- I wanted to be present for this, wanted the only flower I'm obsessed with to be you."

He squeaks when you kiss him, but soon melts, his hands on your sides, relaxing into you. On the ride back, you melt into him instead. Your arms wrapped around his waist, head between his shoulders with your cheek against him... even with the wind rushing passed and the world below a long drop away... you feel safe with him. When he drops you off, he kisses your hand, and you have to pull him back for a proper kiss. You watch from your window as he sits on his speeder bike, blushing and covering his face as he wiggles with heartfluttering excitement. Stars, what a Goofy man... you love him so much, and without a doubt, he loves you too.

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dickarchivist · 1 year ago

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Becoming friends with the Grave squad is one of the easiest things you’ve ever let yourself do.

Grim reminders of the war you’re fighting make any capacity for just letting things happen practically impossible; you’re always alert, always keen, always firm with decisions and tactics because there’s no space for shrugs and ‘let’s see how it goes’ when everything you know is on the brink of destruction.

So when you join the 404th and meet a group of pleasantly dispositioned clones with some of the coolest helmets you’ve ever seen, letting yourself go with the tides becomes so appealing.

They actively enjoy your company, wave you over when they spot you in a crowd, and flash you handsome smiles as you join in on any conversation they’d been having previously. Each of them has their own story to tell and you find little things to adore about each.

Yet one takes up your headspace more than the rest.

Banshee holds a presence stronger than you initially thought. The quiet, more serenely observing member of their squad never demanded your attention, whether just through implications or bluntly placing himself in front of you (like certain brothers of his), yet your eyes always drifted his way. There’s something to him you can’t place, something that makes his appeal stronger and pulls you into his orbit more.

So you ask questions. Verbally, when you’re grabbing food and ask him if rations are the best thing he’s ever tasted, to which he promptly places his plate down and tells you, it’s better than Specter’s cooking, at least, before scooping a pile of rice and going to his table, leaving you biting the inside of your cheek with the smallest little smile. Nonverbally, when you see him swaying slightly in the carrier. Tired? You mouth, to which he nods and rubs his forehead with a soft grimace, the preceding sigh and gentle parting of his lips too delicate for the world he’s subjected to.

It’s rare for the thought of his face and eyes and pretty smile to leave your brain. It’s always there, whether in the forefront or not, demanding a place burrowed deep into your psyche because it’s just so important.

Not that you’d complain or nag your mind to stop. Being relaxed and smitten is a privilege in wartime.

Especially when you do make a mistake and do falter slightly when you trip on your feet beside Ban and his fast reflexes save the day.

You yelp twice in a row; once when you feel your balance slipping, and once again when you feel strong, sturdy arms wrap around your waist and turn you to face the holder of them. Banshee’s eyes are far too pretty, and you hesitate to say anything when he catches you and stares down at your silly mess, promptly holding your waist and placing you back on your feet without a second thought.

Be careful, he signs, and you stammer, choking up a response you had not thought out fully even as you begin to speak.

“I–I’m trying!” You retort, voice weak. But Banshee still grins and nods modestly before both of you turn and continue walking. You proceed to bedim your face to hide your wide eyes and aggressively unyielding blush.

When you fight beside his brothers, you get to hear his voice. Phantom quips something witty about clankers and you grin, Ghost following suit with a reminder to keep your eyes on the prize, and then you hear the cry tear through the air.

“GET DOWN!”

Something bursts. Your legs crumble above the rubble and your knees are barely saved from scraping when you drop down. Fire ripples above you as if something mystical had let out a breath of scalding kindle, and your eyes widen in shock.

When it’s finally gone, and the view of dancing and orange blues is replaced with gray smoke, you take a deep intake of breath. Still pressed between his brothers on the ground, Banshee leaves his place behind the three of you and leans down, eyes scanning to your left to check on Phantom, then right to check on Ghost, then to you.

Alright? He signs, eyes not leaving yours.

With a fragile nod, his lips form a tight line as a way to respond and he pulls you up. Why he chose to grab you first, you’re unsure. The mere thought doesn’t occur to you hours after the fact in the solace of the barracks.

“RAI! THE PACKAGE! KEEP IT SECURE!” Banshee shouts again, and all of you follow suit in your urgency, darting to the next blockade.

His voice is what occupies your thoughts for the next few days. It moves along the same orbit as the rest of your curiosities and thoughts about him, posing more questions and fascinations; what does he sound like when soft-spoken? Would he ever speak for you? Mutter, even? You’d hear anything he’d be willing to say. If he wants you to hear.

Your avid, curious eyes get the best of you once again when he catches you gazing at the heart tattooed on his temple.

“I–I like it,” You stammer immediately, trying to seem less creepy.

Banshee presses his fingers right under his bottom lip to sign thank you.

“Why’d you get it?” You ask, then proceed to internally damn your dorkiness. He blinks, taking in your question before signing,

Athena drew it there once.

You smile warmly, then remark.

“She’s quite the artist. She should draw the tattoos for all of your brothers.”

His chuckle simmers in the back of his throat and he grins your way. You try not to let your heart leap (it does anyway).

You have a nice smile.

Ban’s eyes widen ever so slightly when he watches you sign.

I didn’t know you knew sign language, he responds, expression softer every moment that passes.

You shrug and sign back,

I’ve been learning. And I picked up some from you.

None of this is a lie. But it feels untruthful not to tell him why. Learning sign had never been a large priority for you before you met Ban. Picking up any hobby or wanting to accomplish something on the side during a time of war is not the easiest task. But you’d take time for something, someone as lovely as Ban. You do.

The sweetest little smile spreads across his lips and he signs,

I really appreciate that. I hope you know.

And you nod curtly.

“I do know. At least I think so.”

Something you can't quite place is etched across his features as he responds.

I want you to feel my appreciation for everything you do so there’s no doubt in your mind otherwise.

As he finishes his sentence, your heart seizes in its chest and your face turns a deep flush of red. Just then, does the shutter of a camera click to your right.

You turn. Specter’s distinct chuckling gives away his discreet spot behind a beam and you scoff.

“Seriously?”

He peaks out more, shrugging while lowering his camera.

“Just capturing the moment.” He pans out a hand as if highlighting his next words in bold colors for the general public to gaze upon. “‘Two dorks in their natural habitat.’”

“Vod,” Banshee chastises verbally, and the lightest giggle bubbles up Specter’s chest as he saunters away to the rest of their brothers watching avidly from afar.

All of the Grave squad is pleasantly agreeable. But on second thought, perhaps falling for Banshee is the easiest thing you’ve let yourself do.

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OC Sunday: CT-1666, "Banshee" (OC of @dickarchivist)

Hi Archie! I have a GAR Datafile for my beloved husband Banshee, just in time for OC Sunday! Thank you for celebrating with me 🖤🖤🖤

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Transcript in alt text and below the cut.

GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC

Personnel Datafile

Name: Banshee

Rank: Clone Ordnance Specialist

Identifying number: CT-1666

Duty assignment: Grave Squad of the 404th Battalion

Status: AWOL

Service Record

Commendations: Outstanding Bravery

No Man Left Behind

Qualifications: Complete training in the creation and dismantling of explosives, as well as Stealth Operations, Hand to Hand Combat, and minor training in medical relief.

Medical record: Partial Hearing Loss in both ears. Selective Mute. PTSD. Scarring around throat, indicating several traumatic injuries. Allergic to bantha fur.

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sinfulsalutations · 1 year ago

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𝕤𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕔 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕖

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ @dickarchivist'ꜱ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇ ᴏᴄ ʙᴀɴꜱʜᴇᴇ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☆ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴀɴꜱʜᴇᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʟᴀʀɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ.

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 1.2ᴋ

➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ☆ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Becoming friends with the Grave squad is one of the easiest things you’ve ever let yourself do.

So when you join the 404th and meet a group of pleasantly dispositioned clones with some of the coolest helmets you’ve ever seen, letting yourself go with the tides becomes so appealing.

Yet one takes up your headspace more than the rest.

Not that you’d complain or nag your mind to stop. Being relaxed and smitten is a privilege in wartime.

Especially when you do make a mistake and do falter slightly when you trip on your feet beside Ban and his fast reflexes save the day.

Be careful, he signs, and you stammer, choking up a response you had not thought out fully even as you begin to speak.

“GET DOWN!”

Alright? He signs, eyes not leaving yours.

“RAI! THE PACKAGE! KEEP IT SECURE!” Banshee shouts again, and all of you follow suit in your urgency, darting to the next blockade.

Your avid, curious eyes get the best of you once again when he catches you gazing at the heart tattooed on his temple.

“I–I like it,” You stammer immediately, trying to seem less creepy.

Banshee presses his fingers right under his bottom lip to sign thank you.

“Why’d you get it?” You ask, then proceed to internally damn your dorkiness. He blinks, taking in your question before signing,

Athena drew it there once.

You smile warmly, then remark.

“She’s quite the artist. She should draw the tattoos for all of your brothers.”

His chuckle simmers in the back of his throat and he grins your way. You try not to let your heart leap (it does anyway).

You have a nice smile.

Ban’s eyes widen ever so slightly when he watches you sign.

I didn’t know you knew sign language, he responds, expression softer every moment that passes.

You shrug and sign back,

I’ve been learning. And I picked up some from you.

The sweetest little smile spreads across his lips and he signs,

I really appreciate that. I hope you know.

And you nod curtly.

“I do know. At least I think so.”

Something you can't quite place is etched across his features as he responds.

I want you to feel my appreciation for everything you do so there’s no doubt in your mind otherwise.

As he finishes his sentence, your heart seizes in its chest and your face turns a deep flush of red. Just then, does the shutter of a camera click to your right.

You turn. Specter’s distinct chuckling gives away his discreet spot behind a beam and you scoff.

“Seriously?”

He peaks out more, shrugging while lowering his camera.

“Just capturing the moment.” He pans out a hand as if highlighting his next words in bold colors for the general public to gaze upon. “‘Two dorks in their natural habitat.’”

“Vod,” Banshee chastises verbally, and the lightest giggle bubbles up Specter’s chest as he saunters away to the rest of their brothers watching avidly from afar.

All of the Grave squad is pleasantly agreeable. But on second thought, perhaps falling for Banshee is the easiest thing you’ve let yourself do.

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