#he's nice and kind to droids ok

[hopegained]

@fairyt0ld: this… is a very bad idea. // accepting

An expected—wholly unsurprising—response coming from the protocol droid. Had there been a less dreadful way to approach this, Eron would've certainly gone with it, but his blaster was now in the hands of beings that didn't speak a word of Basic or any of the main languages in the galaxy. His life, as well as Threepio's, hinged upon the droid's programming.

Getting Threepio to step forward and actually say their intentions was another matter. Through the Force, Eron had sensed their fear, pictured in his mind like a massive barrage of fire raining on their planet, his brows furrowed. There could only be one entity capable of such destruction—the First Order had trespassed on their home.

And he couldn't leave them behind on their own to fend against that kind of terror. "It'll be fine. They're just confused and scared," he reassured the droid with an exhale, "you can do this, buddy. Tell 'em we're not here to harm them. We're here to help."

[werecreature-addicted]

Ok I’ve seen some art that I have for my idea of my mateeee

So the year is like 2046 or something, and robots are everywhere, but everyone treats robots like slaves and horribly. But you’ve always been nice to robots, this one robot took notice at work (a work assistant robot)

And it would stalk you,

Always assist you,

And unknowingly get knowingly flirt with you.

And it would go against its own code just to do what it wants with you,

YANDERE PLEASE, AND NSFW

they are 6’9

Good lord he's horrific <3

CW: Dubious consent.

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You didn’t understand how people could be mean to robots. Sure they weren’t human- but I mean. They were close, right? You had no idea how some people could say please and thank you to you but would sneer and mock your robot coworkers. And that’s what they were, coworkers, not “assistant droids”. Anytime one of the droids reaches something off a top shelf for you or brings you a cup of coffee you’re sure to smile politely and thank them. 

This behavior gets you a lot of attention. Not only from your human counterparts but the robotic ones as well- or at least. One robotic one. You sound crazy trying to describe it to anyone else- your personal assistant droid is too attached to you? He’s too eager to help? That’s what they do, they’re supposed to be there for you, what are you complaining about?

But there's something different about this one. The way he follows you with his eyes, it raises the hair on the back of your neck. And the way he literally follows you- he needs to be told multiple times he can’t go with you into the bathroom and- no just because you’re taking work home doesn’t mean he can go home with you too. They aren’t supposed to leave the office building but sometimes he still does, even if you don’t notice. And then there’s the touching. It’s subtle, innocent. When he brushes his metallic fingers over your forearm.

You’ve never though of robots as “creepy” before but, you sort of get it now, he’s tall, almost seven feet in height, and impossibly strong. Robots aren’t supposed to be able to hurt humans, but if he some how broke through that restriction in his coding… it would be so easy. 

Still. You do your best to be polite, and kind even to the Andriod that sets you on edge, and just try and get work done. But your performance starts slipping. It’s hard to focus on your job when you always have to keep looking over your shoulder. You end up spending staying late at the office more and more often. 

It’s weird working late in an office staffed by Robots, it’s not empty, but it’s quiet. They don’t talk when there are no humans around. Accept, of course, for your Assistant Droid. 

He stands in the corner of your office and stares at you. Most robots stare off into space when they aren’t in operation, but this one specifically always looks at you. 

“You seem stressed,” and the sound of his metallic voice almost makes you jump out of your chair. You want to tell him you are stressed- and that it’s his fault. You can’t focus on your reports when you can feel someone watching you. But you don’t  

“I guess so. These late nights are starting to get to me,” you admit. 

“Let me help,” it wasn’t a request but a demand. He was already standing up, and moving soundlessly to your side. 

Before you can say anything, he’s rubbing your shoulders. his hands feel… weird, not bad just… not human. 

“You’re still so tense… let me take care of you,”

“You don’t need to”

“It’s my purpose. Let me,” he insists and starts running his hands down your body. You protest weakly, but he ignores you… which he isn’t supposed to be able to do. You’re frozen as he trails his large metal hands up your legs, he’s no longer pretending to massage you and just blatantly groping. 

“You feel so soft,” he praises as he pushes your skirt up over your hips. “Let me make you feel good,” again, it’s not a request, you know some Robots are built to facilitate pleasure, and that they’re made with genitals, but would this one? This robot was an assistant. 

But he doesn’t need a cock to make you feel good, in the same way, he doesn’t need a heart to love you. He pushes his fingers inside of you and doesn’t stop hammering away at your cunt until you’re gushing around his hand. 

“Such a good girl, cumming just like I wanted you to… there, now you’re less stressed, didn’t that help?” he’s looking for praise. 

“W-we can’t do that again, I could be fired if I got caught- in the office,” really you feel guilty that you let a robot finger you at work… not that you let him touch you. He pulls back and nods. 

“Understood. Next time I’ll be sure to be somewhere private when I take you,”

[motherofdogs1010]

A Jedi in Arrakis II (Paul Atreides x Reader)

Summary: While on the run from Empire troops, Jedi padawan Y/N comes to find out that hyper-driving in a compromised craft can have some major setbacks when she discovers not only is on a new planet but a whole new galaxy as well...

Warnings: eventual 18+, eventual smut, pinv!sex, currently FLUFF, eventual NSFW, jedi!reader, simp!Paul, Bene Gesserit ideology, Bene Gesserit breeding ideology, spoilers for Dune I and II, angst, talks of questioning the Force and teachings

A/N: I am changing the timeline of the Dune plot and certain events

Dividers by @firefly-graphics Banner by @vase-of-lilies

Part I

A total of one month had passed since her arrival on Arrakis, the Duke have been kind enough to allow for her to stay with them. And during these few days, she had found Paul's company to be welcoming with the way he was intrigued about everything from the Force to her home on Naboo. It made her feel warm inside but she tried to ignore it, but she knew if Anakin was here, he'd been teasing her about it.

"What was that you did with the sandworm?" Paul asked, she looked at him.

"I used the Force", she answered with a frown. "Have you not heard of the Force?"

"No, never", Paul breathed, "it was... amazing. And what is that you carry?"

"It's my lightsaber", she answered as BB trailed next to her. "This is all so confusing, we are only a universe away and yet it's so different. This planet is really similar to Tattoonie and is very strong with the Force"

Paul let out a light chuckle in agreement, "it is. I would like to know more if you don't mind and tell you about Caladan, it's where I was raised."

"Of course", she said with a smile. "I'm only a padawan, if my Master was here, he'd probably get a big head and I'd love to hear more about your planet later."

"So, I'm assuming you're a student?"

"An apprentice, I don't become a Master until I am found ready to conquer the trials by the Jedi Council."

As she continued talking about the Force, the teachings, about Naboo, Paul seemed more interested as he listened intently and hanging off every word of hers. He did look over anxiously over at BB a few times before they came to one of the many loading bays at this compound as Paul asked, "can you really understand it?"

"BB? Yeah, anyone where I'm from understands basic droid language", she answered with a shrug. "BB's just a big goof, he's a prototype I was given."

BB let out a little offended noise and she patted his head.

"We have A.I. and robotics banned after we had a war with them", Paul said, she nodded.

"Atreides!" a booming voice declared and she saw a tall, tan skinned man with a big grin coming to Paul.

He looked like a warrior but the way Paul was excited to him let her know of the friendship the two had.

"Duncan", Paul said with a grin, "you're back from the South."

"With barely my life and oh! Who is this, Paul? A lady friend of yours", Duncan joked, she laughed. "I will say that those Fremen fight for blood."

"My name is Y/N and I... crash landed here when I hyper jumped", she said, BB whirled. "Oh and this is BB."

"I still don't understand how that is possible without Spice", Paul said. "You said Spice doesn't exist at all where you are from."

"I'm assuming my galaxy's technology is more advanced", she answered, "since we use droids and such, even our medicine is more advanced."

"Well, it is nice to meet you, Y/N, BB", Duncan said with a knowing grin, "I'm heading to my room to get some much needed rest."

Duncan turned and left with a grin as Paul watched as BB approached him, a finger poking BB on the head who let out a little war cry and began to bump Paul in the shins.

Paul had training to do and he had lend her to a quiet spot where she and BB could be, where she could focus on strengthening her Force training. Y/N had already done her lightsaber training, making sure she was still honing her skills even while on this odd planet.

"Ok, BB", she said, "let's get to it."

Sitting down with her legs crossed and her eyes closed, Y/N sucked in a deep breath and began to let her mind clear, remembering everything Anakin had told her and Ahsoka about being one with the Force. She had to empty her mind, allow herself to fully feel for the Force and as she evened out her breathing, she allowed for her mind and breathing to lull her...

🪐

The Reverend Mother had come earlier than expected and Lady Jessica found herself trailing behind her old teacher as the woman was scolding her for having birthed a son.

"What is this of a newcomer?" Reverend Mother asked. "I have heard whispers of a woman from another galaxy who possess odd abilities."

"She is no one", Jessica answered, "merely a lost traveler."

Jessica could feel the older woman's glare from behind the cage veil and felt like a student all over again.

"A lost traveler who held back a sandworm with a unseen power", Reverend Mother spat.

Jessica held back her emotions as she watched as a sudden thought passed over her mentor's eyes and Jessica felt unsure as to what she was thinking, but she held a hope it wasn't what she was thinking.

Had Paul been born a girl, he would have been married to na-Baron Feyd-Rautha of House Harkonnen, but Jessica had never intended to fall for Leto. It had been her greatest failure in the eyes of her Sisters when she chose to give Leto a son, that she chose to give her dearest love what he wanted: an heir.

At the time, her pride had made her even think Paul could become the Kwisatz Haderach, but now, she wasn't so sure and with the arrival of this strange girl, Jessica wondered.

She wondered if the Reverend Mother was plotting once again, she recognized that glint in the old woman's eye when she found a new individual to add to their growing breeding program.

Jessica tried to push down that curiosity and that anxiety that always seem to come when she thought about Paul's future.

🪐

"C'mon, Paul", Duncan encouraged, "focus. You need to always keep an eye on the enemy, it could mean life or death."

Paul nodded, "my mind was wandering, sorry."

The girl he had been dreaming about was here, he had first thought she could have been a Fremen with her garbs that she would sometimes be in the dreams, but no, she was from beyond their galaxy.

Paul sucked in a breath as he tightened his stance, trying to listen to Duncan's advice despite the way his mind was recalling the dreams.

The dreams where he could taste a unique drink as she smiled at him, it was a blue drink with the consistency of milk; another dream where they were here in Arrakis, the Spice in the sand glittering as they sat on a tall dune, watching a sandworm pass them by...

Arrakis was beautiful at night, Y/N concluded as she looked at the dark horizon; the air was cooler as she stood on the balcony. BB was in his hibernating mode to charge as Y/N was dressed in a thin nightgown meant for this weather, her robes folded up neatly as her hair hung loose from its hairstyle.

A knock came from her door and she sensed it was Paul, she walked over to the door and opened it.

"Paul", she greeted with a smile. "Shouldn't you be asleep? Being a Duke's son and such?"

"I wanted to talk more", Paul replied with a smile. "I decided my beauty sleep could wait a little longer."

"How kind of you", she joked, letting him in.

"I wanted to ask about your saber thing", Paul sheepishly said, "I've never seen anything like it and I wanted to ask more about you."

Y/N felt her eyes widen at Paul's statement about her, it made her heart thump in a way it hadn't before and she sheepishly looked away before moving to grab her lightsaber.

"It'd be too heavy for you to hold", she softly said, moving a bit aways so the heat of the saber wouldn't startle Paul. "Ready?"

Paul nodded with a boyish grin as she pressed the button, the hum of the lightsaber coming to life and the bright white of its color showing.

Paul looked at it amazed as she twirled it to show-off.

"How is it not heavy for you?" Paul asked.

"They train us from when we were young", Y/N said, "they give us little ones to get us used to the weight."

She shut the lightsaber off and put it on the dresser.

"Your galaxy seems so amazing", Paul softly said, walking in front of her. "I hope to see it one day."

"And Caladan sounds beautiful", Y/N replied back.

They were silent as they stared at one another, a small smile gracing Paul's lips as he said, "you look different with your hair down. I've never seen it."

"Oh", she said, flushed a bit. "Space Puffs are very popular on Naboo."

A strange feeling was in her chest, one that seemed to make her feel fuzzy and light as she stood in Paul's presence and she wondered if this is how Anakin felt when he saw Padme. One had to be a idiot to not see the glances the two gave one another.

"I better go back", Paul said after a minute, a boyish grin on his face. "If anyone saw me, they'd throw a scandal."

Y/N bite her bottom lip as she watched Paul leave and sucked in a breath as she contemplated these new feelings.

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[pinyeti]

EPISODE 6: RETURN OF THE JEDI

Is it just me or have they just not explained the Death Star properly?

I cant take Darthy seriously anymore, he’s just a bag of organs 

Whats quirrel doing here

OMG ELEPHANT SNAKE IS BACK

Isnt this that old caterpillar from Alice n wonfderlad

WOW LUKE REALLY SUITED UP FOR HIS MESSAGE- DID HE JUST SELL???? GOLDENFACE AN R2-oh right Hans in the carbon - way to go to the dark side Luke, triangular droid trade YOU ARE YOUR FATHERS SON LUKE 

So much of Star Wars is just running into the problem with a glowstick and hoping it dies

Wow hansolo has been imprisoned, thrown into garbage, tortured, thrown into carbon, imprisoned AGAIN all cuz he has can’t shut my mouth disease

What even is their relationship with Luke btw, are they his adopted fWOAH WOAH WOAH WHEN DID LUKE TURN INTO A MAN??? Last I saw he was a child who couldn’t get a plane out of a lake AND THEY LEFT THE LAST MOVIE WITH ALL OF THTEM BEING TOGETHER wow the text in the beginning is more important than I thought 

No seriously why is Luke dressed like a pastor whats going on

WOAH GOLD BIKINI LIEA - OKAY STORY TIME I USED TO WATCH PRINCESS RAP BATTLES AS A CHILD AND THE ONE I SAW WITH LEIA IN IT SHE SAID “I wore a gold bikini and the whole world lost its shit” ANF NOW I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

Ok yoda we get it you’re 900 no ones talking about your wrinkles anyway with pastor Luke in the room, projecting much?

Is yoda suidicdal???

WDYM LUKE IS REaDY???? HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING TO BE READY EXCEPT FLY FACEFIRST INTO A MILITARY BASE HIS TRAINING ARC IS SO SHIT

 Whos the other Skywalker?? lukes not even a Skywalker isnt his name Luke vader where’s skywalkers real son OH darthy’s deadname is skywalker

BABY WONKENOBIII IS BACKCKCKC-OMGWHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WDYM LEIAS LUKES SISTER WDYM HE SUSPECTED THIS AFTER MAKING OUT WITH HER FIFTY BILLION TIMES??? WHAT THE HELL

??? HELLO>>??? WHAT TH EHELL??? WHAT IN THE GAME OF THRONES IS GOING ON??????? How is Leia a princess then?? HahahahaHAHAHA SO YODA KNEW …… ABOUT THEIR LITTLE TRIANGLE

Nice the gang is back together, waiting for chewbakka to be revealed as darthy’s next offspring

YES YES GOLDENFACE GETTING THE RESPECT HE DESEREVEVVES I LOVE GOLDENFACEEE

I cant believe these are the idiots the emperors trying to kill

"yes I could sense you were my brother when my tongue was down your throat"

Oh yes Luke hands himself over- haha darthy sensitive over dead name 

Luke youre so stupid- but since jedis cant die is he gonna go to wherever yoda and obi wan is 

Lando is growing on me, also squid guy

This movie is gonna end with emperor and Luke dead isnt it

Is the emperor a jedi too how else does he have power or something something Sith

Id make a horrible jedi- im made of hatred

Hansolo my pathetic little idiot

I JUST REALIZED WHO LUKE EP6 REMINDS ME OF - TROY BOLTON

IS HE BEGGING DARTHY TO KILL HIM WTF

You’re telling me this big of an empire cant take down 6 idiots lead by a happy go lucky guy, never heard of this before

OHMYGOSSDDHD. LYKE YOU IDIOT NOW HE KNOWS ABOUT LEIA

Hahahah a hand for a HAND- wait what…. Why does he have a robo hand too whats going on 

Luke stop acting like you didnt hear about jedis 5 secs ago

Aw does darthy have a heart among his organs

OHMYGOD DARTHY IS A GOOD GUY????? ????? What A VILLAIN TTURNS GOOD ITS BEEN AGES SINCE I SAW A VILLAIN COME OVER TO THE GOOD SIDE

OMG DARHTY FACE REVEAL

Oh damn hes not as ugly as I thought he’d be

Kinda cute even - bro how did he even get this weak why’s he dying rn 

He has such kind eyes

Yeah ok I am so lost I NEED DARTH VADER BACKSTORY RIGH FUCKIN NOW

Is the empire this easy to penetrate? No but they did it with the power of lOVE and FRIENDSHIP 

Love lando 

YES HAN THATS THE REACTION I HAD AN HOUR AGO ACTUALLY WTF

Yes Luke its so sad your daddy that blew up an entire planet in ONE second without a single thought died IM NOT FORGIVING HIM THIS EASY

No way thats it??? They took down the empire just like that???? What??

Damn no one in this world can dance

OHMYGOD ANAKIN???? HOW CAN HE SEE THEM NOW??? IS IT CUZ HES BETTER AT WEILDING THE FORCE

ok fine anakin is cute

(3/9)

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #16

Wiggity what's up my fellow book clubbers, today we're taking a look at the ethics of treating artificially made intelligent lifeforms as second class citizens and what the qualifying factors are to determine a being as truly "sentient" and deserving of basic social rights. And by that I mean we're reading PKNA #12: Second Draft which is a comic where nothing bad happens!

This post is LOOONG btw.

okay we're just gonna start off our comic as normal and-

WOAH who's this handsome young devil in his little fancy suit??? What's that? Head of Ducklair Industries?..... yeah sure that makes sense I think.

Everett Ducklair 🤢🤢🤢 get a job stay away from him. Also this is a really nice way of saying you had to stop him from being overtaken by insane homicidal tendencies and putting guns in all his inventions btw

Haha woah what was that. Did the fabric of reality just tear for a second there or did my ADHD meds just kick in. Probably just me.

MASTER Donald???..... I don't even think I can write out the jokes I wanna make here they're too inappropriate for this blog sorry. But also what the fuck.

Uno stop mothering maybe I WANT to get frostbite and lose all my fingers

Not to take a sudden side tangent here but is this supposed to be like, a good thing? Don't the other seasons exist for a reason? I always thought fall and winter were meant to be like a cleansing period, they bring balance to the two other hotter seasons. If it's eternally spring, do some plants just never die? Are animals ALWAYS in the breeding season? Today we're going to overanalyze this one concept in an essay where-

OH MY GOD IT'S ODIN wait nevermind hiii Odin hiiiii. what's lookin good cookin. I mean- shit. fuck. shit.

I'm kind of obsessed with the way Odin is drawn in this comic. His whole body is all wiggly like a bendy straw. His stances go crazy.

gayass

Guys ever since I made that post about Odin's outfits and noticed that he's barefoot here it's been haunting me. Like it might just be a coloring error in this panel but also... why'd he take his shoes off. Also sorry for immediately revealing that it's Odin but um uhh I totally don't know who the OTHER cloaked figure is.

girlll you're giving away the game SHUT YOUR MOUTH

TWO Lylas?!?!?!

I'm loving Donald's shock lmao bro is fucking flabberghasted

This picture is so fucking silly bro. Nooo you can't put Odin in jail, he has such a nice suit on :(

Donald getting offended on Uno's behalf, not knowing that Uno is literally sitting right behind him. SURELY he'll figure it out eventually right.

Omg guys it's Geena!!! Remember Geena? From Portrait of the Young Hero? Anyways she has a gun now

Way to go Donald, you showed her basic empathy for like 2 panels and it gave her an actual sense of self value and NOW she thinks she deserves rights 🙄 she's gonna Detroit Become Human up in this bitch

beaming you with my evil lasers. what if he just fucking fried her brains here I think it would've been funny

Oh that's. probably bad.

ohhhh noooo.....

OOOOHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok so bad news, Geena fucking exploded and her droid rebellion is presumably over. The GOOD news though is that droids are destined to get their rights anyways, just in a less violent manor than in the timeline Geena had started. So... I guess that's a win?

Disappears in a cloud of beautiful sunset smoke... Goodbye Odin 👋

Donald. Please. DONALD.

Okay so there's a LOT to say about this comic (so much that I kept hitting the image limit and having to make edits to my post to make it more concise) but if I could summarize it into one word: damn. Like I'm just kinda sad now.

The whole concept of "do robots deserve to be treated like human beings" is a common argument to explore, we've seen it in all kinds of media before. The ethics that get touched on in this comic are nothing new, but I can't help but find this comic incredibly interesting to read in the year 2024. Maybe in 1997 the idea of robots integrating into our society seemed like a far-off concept, but in present day the ever-growing integration of AI technology really makes this chapter feel a little more close to home.

I mean, it's easy to be like "yeah, well of course the droids deserve to be treated like people." I mean, Lyla and Odin are droids, and we like Lyla and Odin! Odin is literally so lifelike that people don't even KNOW he's a droid. But I can't help but think about how this all ties back to the current ongoing debates surrounding the usage of AI, and specifically AI-made content. Obviously the AI we currently have is nowhere near the level of the characters in this series (chatGPT fucking WISHES it was Uno) but there's really interesting debates to be made here.

What qualifying factors determine whether or not a living being is deserving of the same rights we humans give to ourselves? Is it being biological? I mean, there are literally millions of types of animals on our planet, but we don't even treat them with the same level of respect we give to ourselves. So, is it intelligence? If we were to create a computer with the intelligence level of a living, breathing human person, would they be entitled to basic "human" rights? HELL IF I KNOW.

I love the way this comic handles exploring this topic. Geena isn't WRONG for wanting more, she's wrong in the way she went about it. Going as far as to literally alter the course of spacetime only further complicated things, for her AND for the other droids. Had Geena instead devoted her energy into droid advocacy in the modern day, things may have gone differently. This story isn't the end of droids getting rights, but it is unfortunately the end of Geena.

We ended on a happy note, but overall this story is a pretty melancholic one. Especially that whole "only machines can be rebuilt" like DAMN.

Anyways that's enough media analysis for today, time to take off my smart thinking hat and go back to being generally kinda stupid. I'm not gonna add anything about Angus Tales here at the end because I already hit the image limit lol. Umm shoutout to Angus Fangus for having like 110 parking tickets. Idiot.

[redstuffs-ig]

Assorted Krayt's Claw headcanons because I guess that's gonna be my niche now

How they formed:

Krayt's Claw was formed shortly after Boba Fett and Bossk broke out of the Republic Judiciary Detention Center. Feeling bitter about being left behind by Aurra Sing on Florrum and believing in strength in numbers, Boba pitched the idea to Bossk, who agreed to see what he could do with his contacts in the underworld. They first tried to sell the idea to fellow escapee Cad Bane, but he wasn't interested.

The first official member was Latts Razzi, who had fallen under hard times and needed some credits to afford her lavish lifestyle. At first she only considered signing on for a few jobs, but eventually decided to become a full-timer after warming up to the team.

Dengar joined shortly after. Already a successful bounty hunter during the Clone Wars, he saw something in the young Fett that convinced him this enterprise may be worth his while. He and Bossk knew each other from before, and kept a friendly rivalry of sorts going on. Dengar was only a part-timer however, as he was also an aspiring swoop racing champion.

C-21 Highsinger was the last to join the original ensemble. A prototype, one-of-a-kind Hunter-Killer, he went rogue and struck out on his own for motives unknown. One day Boba walked into their base with the towering droid in tow and introduced it as "Highsinger". No one knew how he had convinced that monster that sticking around would be worth its while, but they knew better than to ask questions.

Embo had been in talks to join the team for a while after being approached by Latts, but he only became an official member after Boba Fett vanquished Cad Bane during the last months of the war. He got along surprisingly well, and added a nice bit of street cred to the group.

Oked was only a hired goon brought in for the Quarxite job. He was not mourned nor missed.

Random shit I came up with:

Marrok, Embo's pet anooba, is the unofficial team mascot. Everyone finds themselves doting on the fluffy space dog, and even the impassible Highsinger allows it to rub against his leg. That being said, it has a habit of growling at Dengar whenever he says something stupid, which happens quite frequently.

Bossk's ship, the Hound's Tooth, was their only vehicle for some time. The first few rides were full of nothing but complaining about the smell and unfriendly atmosphere while the lizard silently seethed. It took a lot of convincing for Boba to finally agree to let them use the recently-reclaimed Slave I as their vehicle. Embo never flies with the group, instead using his personal transport, the Guillotine, for every mission. Just about everyone resents him for that fact.

Latts and Dengar are the fashionistas of the group, and tend to suggest outfit changes to the other hunters, a proposition that is rarely accepted. They occasionally rate their co-workers' choice in clothing; Embo has the best look by far, Boba's placing went up by a significant margin after he began sporting his father's Mandalorian armor, and Bossk has been the worst-dressed Trandoshan in Tatooine for a few consecutive years now.

Only Latts can wield her grappling boa scarf effectively, and at many points everyone has tried to employ it in some capacity at least once. None succeeded. How she does it is a mystery.

Dengar once introduced Manaroo, while the two were early into their relationship, to the rest of the team. The fact the poor Aruzan survived three hours of being intimidated by some of the galaxy's meanest-looking bounty hunters confirmed to Dengar that she was the one. They've been married happily since. I don't care what the sequels say.

During a mission to Coruscant, Highsinger inexplicably disappeared with no one knowing where he went. While the rest of the team wanted to leave him behind and get going, Boba demanded they at least try to look for him. He was eventually found at the Droid Spa, enjoying a relaxing oil bath as two beautiful androids scrubbed his joints clean of any grime. To say they were all pissed would be the understatement of the millennium.

After Boba regained his armor and bested Cad Bane in a duel, the following group dinner was filled with everyone taking turns to talk about how much they didn't like the blue cowboy. Whether they were trying to warm up to the new boss or maybe let loose some steam, no one knows.

Krayt's Claw eventually disbanded after Boba came of age and began taking solo jobs, though he remained in contact with most of the team and kept tabs on what they were up to. Nothing was known of Latts' whereabouts after she started her syndicate, however.

[marierg]

Of Light and Darkness: Ch 27

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

WARNINGS!: +18 and DO NOT ENGAGE IF THE FOLLOWING WILL CAUSE YOU PAIN OR TRIGGERING!Violence, Anxiety, Language, Angst, murder/ death, anger, delayed stress responses, mentions of exposure and sexuality, dark past....It's gonna be a ride. There's some nice fluff at the end though.

A/N: This is a more Anakin centric chapter, Him and Glitch and how they affect one another and those around them. We meet up with everybody towards the end. Again I know that some of these don't look like important details, it'll come in later. This is going to be an uncomfortable chapter dealing with Rules of engagement, battlefield morals and shades of gray, and also how stress can effect the best of people. The real question that would plague anyone is given the circumstances what would you do? DO NOT READ IF THIS WILL TRIGGER YOU!!!!

Picture Credit: Pinterest and Artstation.com

Words: 2414 ish

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The speeder bike was perched just over the ridge, two shadows making silent approach towards the enemy camp. The bombing run on the mortar positions had been a resounding success. Anakin was glad for all his pod racing experience, dodging explosion debris was a lot easier under a fighter canopy than an open cab. He knew that Master Y/n would be nervous that he and Glitch were taking longer than expected to return.

As the two infiltrated close to the droid control center Glitch held him back. “Hey you know what to do right? Ok, meet me back here in 10.”

“Are you crazy we should stick together.” Anakin was annoyed that she was changing the plan. “Where are you going?”

But the pink haired hellion had already dashed off into the darkness. Anakin crept into position, popping the control panel on the droid control and storage. Slicing into the matrix, reprograming the droids to turn and fire at each other as opposed to the rescue crews was easy enough. “This ought to do the trick.”

Glitch knew what needed to be done and since her hands were already filthy what was a few stains more she figured. There were only three Nikto males to watch the droid station and with them gone it would take time to reorganize for the Mercs. Glitch could deal with the simple creatures. As her old instructor on Vallan had taught her early and often, “Show some cleavage, flash them a smile and a wink, and they fall easily at your hands. We use what weapons the Gods granted us.”

Unzipping the front of her flight suit to show an ample amount of skin and setting her hair loose she approached the fire. The three glanced up just as the firelight danced an outline on her figure. She quirked her lips up, voice becoming breathy. “Hi boys...boss said you could use a little...relief.”

All three were too stupid to question their good fortune, even more foolish for allowing her in close. Tempting each one to come closer then slitting their thick throats. Glitch threw up her guts but finished the job, she swore that she would not do this again, yet here she was. Covered in blood she returned, grabbed Anakin and made the march back to the bike in silence. She could tell the kid was upset, but when he did finally look her in the eye Glitch felt all the worse. Not for the deed, no those Karks deserved what they got. No it was the utterly shocked and pale sick look that Anakin had.

Glitch sighed, “Just spit it out kid.”

Anakin swallowed thickly, not wanting to believe that there was blood all over his friends' clothing. The Glitch he knew was a kind, good person. The cold, dead eyed assassin who looked back at him was a stranger. Shaking his head he couldn't reconcile the sight. “Why? How could you just...?”

“To buy more time so that we can all go home. You're a good person Anakin, you deserve to sleep at night.... I gave that up a long time ago.” Glitch never let slip the reason she'd left home so young to anyone, it was dangerous enough getting close to others. Rubbing over the tattoo on her inner elbow nervously she could still see the young man was not satisfied. A chill overtook her, the tears falling regardless of permission. “Anakin... For those I care about, I would do terrible things. I hate and will never forgive myself for it, but I won't hesitate to do them. Doesn't matter if I make it out of this kid, no one would care or mourn. But you got a shot at life... you all deserve that shot.”

Anakin took a moment to breath and thought over some of his past missions with both of his Masters. Master Y/n rarely raised her saber and sought peaceful resolution, though when provoked she was efficient as any blademaster in the Temple. Lethal force was a last resort always, but it was an option that had come into play a fight or two since she had taken him as a Padawan. Master Obi Wan's style while different still sought peaceful resolution to any conflict. He still held a deathly edge to any encounter when words did fall short, whether with his fists or his saber the end was swift and finite. It made sense in a way that Glitch, who grew up on the lower levels, would act so drastically. Growing up on Tattooine he had seen similar, it was simple yet terrible math.

“I would care Glitch.” Holding out his hand she took a firm hold. Anakin let out a breath he hadn't known he held, “You did what was necessary."

“Thanks Speedster.” They both hopped on the bike and headed back to camp, stopping at a river so Glitch could clean up first. While Anakin may not like what his friend had done she was still his friend. He only hoped that his Sabac face would hold.

You were anxious the entire time Anakin and Glitch were away. Had you sent them to their deaths, were they hurt, had they been captured? You could sense them in the Force, but something felt like Anakin was distressed. Finally they came barreling through the front gate, dirty but unharmed. You had run to the two, crushing them in a hug, “Oh thank the Force you're both ok!”

Anakin smiled weakly and nodded, “Of course Master. Besides if either of us was foolish enough to die...”

“You'd raise us back up just to kill us for being insubordinate little shits!” Glitch finished sarcastically.

“Have I become that predictable? Well Glitch why don't you park that and join me in the tower for a bit. Come on Anakin let's go show Obi Wan you're safe.” At the young man's raised eyebrow you guiltily sighed. “He's still pretty steamed at me for letting you go.”

“But we were successful? Why would he...”

“You mean a lot to him kid,” It was a whispered reply given the nature of the admission. Jedi shall hold no attachments, yet here within this little family you three had managed to bend that. “He cares about both of us, sometimes more than for himself. Just don't tell him I said anything.”

Anakin was splitting off to head for the observation post when he turned back, “And you Master.”

“Oh Anakin.... What can I say, you're my minion.” you nodded and huffed a laugh at your apprentice's smile. Later though you would need to talk with Obi Wan. So preoccupied was your mind that you didn't notice Master Windu watching Anakin's pink haired accomplice.

“Yalvaberg.” Mace called after the young girl who had just parked the bike and now sat resting on a pilon. He had sensed Skywalker was holding back something in front of his Master. “What happened out there?”

The girl sat up straighter, cleaning her hands with a rag. “We blew shit up.”

“That's not what I mean young one,” Mace could feel the irritation as much as see it cross her face. “Did something happen with Skywalker?”

“Anakin did what he needed too.”

“And that was?” Mace probed at her mind only to find a wall there.

The girl dropped to the ground and faced him better, “That won't work on me Windy, I'm Vallandian. Don't worry his hands are clean if that's what you wanted to know.”

“So he was protecting you.” Mace could see the unease cross your face. He started to place the pieces together, narrowing his eyes at the girl.

“I had him hack the droids so they wouldn't be a problem.”

“And the guards that were likely there watching them?”

Glitch chuffed under her breath then started to walk by, pausing. “Don't tell me your conscience is any clearer than mine, I know the darkness in your eyes.”

“Is that why you were exiled?” He saw the answer when you stiffened. “Does Y/n know.”

Glitch swallowed, gritting her teeth. “Yeah...and despite all that she still likes me. So I owe her enough not to get Speedster involved in what happened.”

“Then why did you...”

“Like I said he didn't see anything,” she glared at Mace, “But I won't put anymore kids into those karking bags either.”

Mace shook his head, for one so young she was more hardened than some adults. “See to it that it stays that way.”

“Yes Sir.”

The explosions from the mortar positions were big enough to be felt at the LZ where evacuations were ongoing through the night. With the specialized night vision gear from Couriscant to aid the pilots better and quicker night flight operations expedited the evacuation. If all kept to schedule then the last of the rescuers could ex filtrate by the appointed time. No one was counting their luck just yet though.

When the enemy had tried to counter attack a few hours after the mortars were hit, their droids had indeed malfunctioned. The living mercenaries were angrier than a pack of wet nexu, reacting with mallace. They had surrounded the landing zone on the two higher plateaus, shooting at any approaching or departing craft. Additionally they kept the loading area under fire. The blasts and explosions in the night terrified the civilians to the point that two of the transports had almost become over run from the crush of bodies trying to escape. Master Windu, Obi Wan, and Anakin had to take over the check point to ensure the safety of all involved, even then a few poor desperate fools had tried to climb on the ships by hanging onto the landing gear. One had been found dead on arrival to the larger craft, others were lost to the darkness.

Obi Wan wasn't sure what time it was, long past midnight for certain. He had needed a respite, weary in body and mind right down to his bones. He knew you hadn't meant to snap at him, he knew that you were under a great deal of pressure, it still stung none the less. Truthfully he had avoided your presence somewhat from that, but also because he knew you had made the right call, loath as he was to admit that. He pulled up a crate in the pockmarked shelter at the bottom of the control tower. Most of the equipment that couldn't be broken down was being incinerated, including the command tent. He could feel that you were up above in the tower itself, still reaching out to him as always. Maybe it was time to let you in again...

You hated fighting with your Obi Boy, stars knew that... So when you did start to feel the lightest flicker of his signature against yours again you were relieved beyond words. Walking down to the little stairwell alcove you found him on a crate. You walked over, hands meekly in your pockets, till you stood before him. He was as dirty and damp as the rest of you, when he opened his eyes though your heart grew heavy. The light was dimmed again and you were at fault for that. Kneeling down, folding your hands and placing them on his knee you rested your chin atop them. “Hi Obi Boy...”

“Hello wee one.” Even his tone was tired, Obi Wan wasn't certain how to proceed so he let you take the lead.

“Kark I don't... I should never have yelled at you dear man, I'm so sorry.” Again the mental tirade against your actions was looping on repeat. As harsh as you were on yourself though seeing how much it hurt him was all the worse. “You always watch out for us, Maker knows how...”

“Y/n...”

“No, no I need to … You are the best of us and if Anakin turns out to be as amazing as everyone predicts then it'll be because of what you taught him. And probably a bit of what you had to un-teach him from me.” Swallowing thickly you sighed at the feeling of his hands on the crown of your head, slowly undoing your hair tie and finger combing the strands.

“You act as if I weren't also at fault. I shouldn't have undermined your command,” he kept combing through the strands.

“Doesn't matter, I shouldn't have yelled.” you mumbled, trying not to cry.

“Shh, shh none of that now.” He kept his tone neutral, inside though Obi Wan was starting to feel the familiar warmth he always did in your presence. You weren't always the first to start an argument, but you always were the first to apologize. He also well knew by now the mental brow beating that you delivered unto yourself. Obi Wan felt how you were holding partly back from him, waiting for him to accept and permit you in. As he combed the mud clods out of your hair and braided it he heard you continue.

“You're going to be a great council member one day... enduring continual headaches from me getting dragged before you for something stupid I'm sure.” This finally earned you a chuckle and a few fond caresses.

“Or for that temper of yours.”

“Yeah,” choking on the word you bowed your head, kissing his knee cap finally feeling his warmth intertwine with your own. “Don't know how it is you've put up with me this long... but I love you and I'm sorry for hurting you... I never meant to...”

“Wee one I know you are sorry and I forgive you. Can never stay mad at you.” Obi Wan tilted your head up to meet his gaze, stroking your head gently. “Though if you truly feel badly, my shoulders are a tad out of sorts.”

“I think I could definitely help with that.” You let out a small laugh, settling to sit behind him on the crate. As your hands kneaded the tension out occasionally Obi Wan would let slip a sigh or moan of satisfaction. After a bit you began dotting his neck and shoulders with light kisses, wrapping your arms around and holding him close. “When we get home I'm going to scrub and massage every inch of you properly.”

“I'll hold you to that darling,” Obi Wan was enjoying the comfort of your body holding onto his. All too soon though the crack of the comms interrupted the peaceful moment, calling them both to return. With a kiss they parted, back to the mission and if they were all lucky... home.

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[tenebrouspterodactyl]

I guess this is my Thursday routine now, rambling about The Mandalorian. So I enjoyed this latest episode. It was fun watching Din and Bo go all buddy cop while Grogu vibed with the royals. Fun cameos with JB, Lizzo, and Christopher Lloyd. The planet looked beautiful and I enjoyed seeing the droid bar and the kind of mad tea party going on. Do I still have issues? Oh, yeah. The big thing I see people saying is well, Din never wanted the dark saber, him giving it to Bo makes sense. Ok, sure. But is it satisfying to watch? No, sorry. I could get down with Din not wanting it or the responsibility and ultimately giving it up, if it were just handled a little better, and wasn’t jammed into the last few minutes of the episode. We never really know how he feels about having it. First he doesn’t want it. Then he fights Paz for it. We could surmise from that, that he wants to keep it, at least out of spite. Then in that same episode when he has to stow all his weapons away at the airport we see a moment of hesitation before he puts the saber in the box with his other stuff. We never see him really consider having it or what it might mean, not even a little. Even if he did decide to give it up, it would’ve been nice to see a bit more thought about it. If he did truly want to just let it go, why did he wait so long? He’s had chances since the first episode to rid himself of this thing, so why didn’t he? Even the logic for him giving it to Bo seemed a bit flimsy. And this is the 2nd(?) time she’s gotten this thing. I’m just tired of it now.

But honestly at the end of the day it doesn’t matter whether he keeps it or not. None of that matters. What matters is that Din has been given no room to grow. He is static. And it feels like all the growth and character development he might’ve had has been shifted to Bo. It feels like Jon fell out of love with writing Din and realized he’d prefer to write Bo instead. Again, I don’t mind her getting developed but damn, can’t we do both?

I know people have been saying well, it’s called The Mandalorian. Not the Din Djarin show. Yeah, that’s true but that feels so flimsy to me. Wouldn’t we all have been pissed if Aang had never gotten time to shine or grow and mature in atla? It’s the same thing here. Other characters were given time to grow and develop but we never forgot about Aang either. Whether you like him or not he still had the chance to grow. We haven’t really seen that with Din. He feels like such an afterthought. Even with all the cameos last season he still had his hero moments, he had his time with Grogu, we got the chance to understand how he felt. With a few exceptions there hasn’t been much of that yet and we’re almost to the end of the season. I don’t hate this season but it’s getting increasingly harder to care about this show. The way it was described before it came out, or at least how Pedro described it, it seemed that Din was going to take a more active role in the unification of the Mandos even if he didn’t decide to rule them. I know they can’t say much on these press tours but I don’t know, maybe they had to do some rewrites. But even so, it just feels sloppy to me. And even the argument of him not having to grow anymore cause he’s where he wants to be doesn’t really hold water with me either.

Yes, he’s back with Grogu and his clan but where are the tender moments between them? Outside of two very quick scenes in the first 2 episodes and that one duel with Ragnar we have not seen them interact much. And that’s the stuff I live for. Their bond should only be growing stronger. They should have more time for Din to teach him, and even to learn more about him. We don’t have any of that. We haven’t even seen Grogu’s little silver ball, something that was so close to him, another expression of their bond, and it’s nowhere to be found. Hell, we haven’t even seen any whistling birds. And no, it’s not just about toys and accessories. But these are tools Din has had from the beginning, things he could be using in some of the situations he’s been in, like with that crazy droid on Mandalore, and conveniently he just hasn’t used them.

I’ve got no problem with the focus shifting to the rest of the galaxy, retaking Mandalore, or other characters. But just give the main character some time to shine so it feels like you still care about him. He doesn’t have to be the ruler, or the chosen one. But he doesn’t have to be this stagnant character either. There’s so much untapped potential with him and Grogu and I feel like it’s just not being explored. It felt like they were setting something interesting up and then just decided to drop it.

[fulltimecatwitch]

ok a quick recap of my thoughts:

-not the episode being called The Apostate 🥲💀

- nice to see many More Mando's alive and the ceremony bit was so so cool, for a moment there i thought that was a young Din

- is that Paz's kid ? he kind of looked like a proud dad when the kid got the helmet

-you know my husband Din Djarin will always make a dramatic entrance

- that sequence of Grogu watching the purrgil and then snuggling with his dad was so soft it almost ended me right then and there

- but also PURGILL ?? is thay Ezra reaching out to Grogu ???

- Grogu and Mando watching the IG-11 statue and Din calling IG his friend actually ended me

- talk about character development

- also love that we get to see Grogu be a bit more independant and active

- little baby can finally walk like a toddler 🥺 and i like that they are showing us more how much he perceives things

- Really nice to see Nevarro thriving 👏

- High Magistrate Greef you will always be famous !!

- Greef was so extra with the little droids lifting his cape but also still a badass if needed

- RIP CARA DUNE 😎💀

- Din telling everyone his kid's name like the proud papa he is

- BABU FRIK !!! that whole sequence was *chef's kiss*

- Din is teaching Grogu how to fly !!! i bet Grogu will have to fly the ship in one the upcoming episodes

- the improvised seatbelt 💀

- hope those pirates are not a pain in the ass later

- Mandalorians have castles !!!!

- someone give my girl Bo Katan a hug, she is not well

- i thought we were going first for the part for IG ?? why did Din go straight to Bo Katan ???

- i missed my tin can man and baby ❤️❤️ so glad the are back !!! really liked the episode, it was a good set up for what is to come

[pesterloglog]

Jake English, Roxy Lalonde

Act 6, page 4586

golgothasTerror [GT] began pestering tipsyGnostalgic [TG]

GT: I still cant find dirk all i get is his jerkwad shades.

GT: Surprise sur freakin prise.

TG: jake enklish

TG: cant u see im fuck deep in all these stupid meowcats

GT: Oh.

GT: No?

GT: I cant see that actually.

TG: i m also

TG: fuck deep in busy

TG: what ist it

GT: Just seeing if you had heard from him yet.

GT: I would really like to speak with him today.

GT: You know like actually in person instead of through his aggravating liaison who is so far up his own ass with this hal 9000 schtick its ridonkulous.

GT: Is he avoiding me or something?

GT: I hope i didnt piss him off through some indiscernible slight. Gosh he can be sensitive.

TG: nah hes just

TG: biding his time i guess.....

GT: Huh.

GT: Well okey doke.

GT: Man i just had a crazy dream after getting coldcocked by his roughhouse droid.

TG: yeh theres been that goin around

GT: What?

TG: dreamin

TG: what was urs about

GT: Well i dont want to alarm you or anything...

GT: But it may just have featured none other than THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS????????

TG: WUT

GT: She had sharp funny horns and a nice blue dress and she may have been some sort of spidery vampire? I dunno. It was very brief but she waved to me.

TG: nonononoononno

TG: this wont do at all

GT: What wont?

TG: u slobberin over some alien dream girl

TG: fuck THAT im having enough a hard time keppin trach of the jakestakes as it is

GT: The jakestakes?

TG: the jakestakes

GT: Also who said she was an alien? I just thought she was some kind of pretty monster.

TG: listen bro i know u love adventures and dumb shit like that but you are forbidden from thinkin about her again

GT: Ok i mean this is a strange reaction roxy but ok.

GT: She was a figment of my imagination so what choice do i even have?

TG: exactically

TG: she was a fake girl so 4get it

TG: a fakey fakey fuke

TG: wait a minnit...

TG: has jane talked to u yet about anything?

GT: About anything? Yes i do imagine our last chat could fit that description.

TG: no

TG: i mean

TG: about anythin serious

TG: feelinswasy

TG: * wawys

TG: * waways

TG: * SHIT

TG: * about your emotions

GT: Not really.

TG: uuuuuugh

TG: i knew shed porcrastinate on this

GT: On what?

TG: can u just message her now

GT: Sure.

GT: But what are you talking about?

GT: Should i expect a serious exchange about feelings and whatnot?

TG: depenbs on the present magnitude of her tightassery

TG: someone needs 2 move you fuckers along an get some stuff out in the popen already

GT: Wait would this be about certain unrequited pinings you may have alluded to earlier?

TG: i didint say nothin and aint sayin anything to that effeft

GT: Indubitably. Miss zipper lips was it? Humorously misspelled of course.

TG: mmmmm!

TG: *zuip*

GT: I guess i cant help but wonder if that truly is the way she sees me or if it is just some wild ego stroking delusion on my part.

GT: I always get this sense that people sorta fancy me but who knows i could be just miles off the old rocker about that!

GT: Youre right i think its high time we cleared the air on some things even if there is a chance it gets all awkward and prickly.

GT: That is what being brave and adventurous is all about after all. It isnt just about summoning the courage to pilfer some priceless loot from trap laden catacomb. Or shooting at stuff with two guns at once.

GT: There are treacheries of the heart to consider!!!

TG: lol u f'n dork

TG: but yes do that

TG: shit i gotta go

TG: i think theres someone in here....

GT: Are you in danger?

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] ceased pestering golgothasTerror [GT]

GT: Hmm.

[stormyblue90]

Ok so these are some of the ideas that've been percolating in my brain. Introducing my (still WIP) Clone Troopers, "The Flock!"

Commander Keā: 🏳️‍⚧️ The leader of the flock, Keā is kind and compassionate, if a bit awkward in social situations sometimes. However, if you harm or threaten her brothers, you will see hell! She looks out for her brothers like the big sister she is. However she'd love nothing more than a peaceful life and to wear pretty dresses one day. She took a look at Padme in passing a few times and absolutely fell in love with her wardrobe! Would also be totally down for Spa Days. Grows her hair long to feel more feminine. 🏳️‍⚧️

This be her and the bird she is named after, a bird native to Aoteroa (New Zealand) of course!

ARC Trooper Lt. Cassowary: Simply called Cass for short, he is Keā's right hand man! Cass has some lethal legs, and like Cody WILL absolutely kick droids! Rumor has it he kicked the head off a B-1 clean off once. Confident and a bit sassy at times (sometimes he might be called "Sassy Cassy"), at least most of the time. If anyone so much as tries to flirt with Cass, he will mentally blue-screen. Once a Pantoran woman said he was cute and offered to buy him a drink at 79s and Cass froze and shut down for 15 minutes.

ARC Troopers Crow & Raven: The Corvid Twins! Crow and Raven are among the youngest of the Flock, but by no means less skilled then their brothers. Raven, who sports a white streak in his hair, in a skilled marksman and quick on the draw. He's often the quieter of the two, preferring to read in peace. (his guilty pleasure is romance novels or old fairy tales but shhh) Actually quite the gentleman at 79s, and would totally swoop in to save someone who was uncomfortable with some drunk's creepy advances.

Crow however is a rebel at heart, preferring to do things in unconventional ways, or think outside the box. He sports a purple streak in his hair, but would also GLADLY pierce his ears if allowed. He also has allllll the tea to spill. You might think he's tuning you out, or not paying attention, but he is listening, remembering. You want the latest gossip, you go to Crow.

Both of them also have this uncanny ability to mimic/do impressions of others. No one knows how the fuck they do it, but it's scary sometimes.

Clone Medic Stork: Resting Bitch Face extraordinaire! Stork may intimidate folks on first impression, but once you get to know him he's quite nice and polite. He only wants to help others in whatever way he can. If you need someone to vent out frustrations to, Stork will listen with no judgment. Also absolutely LOVES kids! Don't leave him alone with the bb cadets or in the Jedi creche, you will have a tough time getting him to leave. Would love to become a pediatrician though.

Clone Trooper Dove: Dove is by no means a "peace dove". Man loves action and excitement! Whether it be sports, making a bunch of battledroids explode, or action holos. Dove loves the adrenaline rush, and his brothers and sister wonder how he hasn't suffered more severe injuries or died yet. Absolutely loves pod-racing, and when he learned General Skywalker won such a race as a child he was awestruck and wanted his autograph.

Clone Trooper Sparrow: The youngest of the group, Sparrow is still a bit of a Shiny, and rather quiet and shy. Total opposite of Dove who always tries to convince him to "loosen up, blow something up". Sparrow looks up to his sister Keā as a sort of role model. Sparrow is close to his batchmate Jay, and has a deep love for animals. (Were it up to him their barracks would be full of stray tookas and massifs)

Clone Trooper Jay: Sparrow's batchmate and closest brother. Jay is less shy than his brother, with a bit more confidence in himself. Sometimes he instigates Shenanigans™ with Dove, including a prank war with the 501st's Fives and Hardcase. (currently in a truce) Jay actually enjoys tinkering with machinery and is quite a skilled mechanic for his team.

Thinking about some Clone Trooper OCs… Already got a naming scheme for the bunch, BIRDS! They shall be known as “The Flock”. Their colors are black and purple. Also their commander 🏳️‍⚧️ 😌

[skyvaikers]

unsuspecting — commander wolffe

SUMMARY — wolffe only realizes his feelings for the reader after they’ve been kidnapped and presumed dead.

WARNINGS — kidnapping, angst, gn!medic!reader, sad wolffe

REQUESTED BY — @raven-is-a-writer

———

YOU WERE KIND TO EVERYONE, and it wasn’t just your job. just because you were a medic didn’t mean you were automatically nice. if you didn’t like someone, they’d know. the boys of the 104th were like your own brothers, so of course, you were kind of them. now and then you’d tease them about a botched haircut, or they forgot a piece to dye, but it was all in good fun. the only person you rarely ever spoke to was commander wolffe.

he was intimidating. it wasn’t like you weren’t nice to him, it’s just his reputation and his lethal resting face deterred you from speaking to him further. you did your job when it came to him, and nothing more.

you and the wolfpack were on a mission when you were taken. it all happened so fast. you strayed off — the first mistake — to grab some herbs to aid in the process of healing. it was then you were grabbed.

ever since then, you’ve made a tiny cell on a separatist ship your home. it wasn’t comfortable at all, though. the bench was hard, the floors seemed harder, not to mention the smell was awful. you ignored the thought it could be you. you didn’t know how long you’d been there.

you awoke to the sound of footsteps and hushed voices. you slowly opened your eyes and sat up, the ache in your back presenting itself again. the door opened and your muscles prepared for a droid or another officer, but you were met with a kinder face.

“y/n?!” anakin skywalker exclaimed. he raced into the light, his eyes illuminated with joy.

“general skywalker,” you breathed a sigh of relief.

“we thought you were dead!” he huffed with joy as he helped you to your feet.

“what?”

“yeah, you’d been gone a month,” you were already feeling faint from the relief, but that information about took you out.

“maker…” you managed to get out before you passed out in anakin’s arms.

———

you wake up in the medical bay, the very place where you used to work. your mind was in a fog, but you knew where you were. you slowly sat up, adjusting to the brightness of the room.

“welcome back,” the soothing voice of plo koon reeled you back to reality completely.

“general plo,” you groggily responded.

“how are you feeling?”

“sore, tired, but i’ll be ok,” you answered. “i’ve really been gone a month?” you asked, your voice becoming more clear.

“yes, and i will admit, we all took your supposed loss pretty hard,” he confessed.

“‘all?’”

“commander wolffe included,” he clarified. your heart twisted with confusion and concern.

“where is he?” you asked the general. he thought about telling you to stay put, but he thought against it.

“he’s in the barracks,” he told you. you slowly rose from the bed, your back sore from the metal slab you’d been sleeping on for the past month. you shuffled out of the medical bay and towards the barracks, not caring to change out of the white robes you were dressed in.

you opened the door to the barracks, finding it surprisingly empty. you kept going until you saw a figure ahead of you, sitting lonesome on his bed.

“commander?” you called. you heard a sniffle before he stood to meet you. when he turned to face you, he nearly broke again, but he kept his composure.

“y/n,”

“please, sit,”

“but-”

“i insist,” you reinterred, sitting down on his cot. he joined you, hesitantly. there was an awkward silence before you broke it.

“general plo told me where you were,” you confessed. wolffe didn’t say anything; he figured he would. the commander sat there, the temptation to cry continuing to creep up on him, causing his face to twist. he still refused.

“we all believed you to be dead,” he spoke through gritted teeth, but it wasn’t because he was angry, it was because he was trying not to cry.

“i know,”

“you’re the medic, you’re not supposed to be the one they go after.” he sounded like he was blaming himself.

“they wanted to get to the pack,” you whispered, “what better way than take away their source of healing?”

“that’s the thing, y/n, you’re not some source, you are a human and i…we care for you,” he slipped up, and he knew it, but he was too far in to stop. you were surprised at his outburst, but you didn’t think too much about it.

“i’m back now, though. i’m ok,” you reassured him, daring to put a hand on his shoulder. he didn’t shy away from the touch, in fact, you swore he leaned into it. there were no more words said from him, only his sorry attempts to stop crying. you dared to turn his face back to face yours, having his gaze meet yours. no words were said, but he finally decided to open the flood gates. tears flooded down his face and he cuddled closer to you. the both of you stayed like that for a while, eventually falling asleep on one another.

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stop this was so cute AHHHHHH. i hope you enjoy this!!

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Shriv Suurgav meets Cad Bane at Maz’s Castle

Sketch commissioned from the AMAZING Stormytitan!

This is a scene from my WIP: To err on the side of caution; or, “Look! I’m taking another enormous risk!”

Chapter 1 is posted, more to come!  [AO3]

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Shriv recalled having one too many Parkellan Slings, finding himself up on his soapbox, talking to anyone who would listen about the atrocities of the Empire and the travesties they had committed against Duro and his species.

“Who does the “Emperor” think he is?!!  – A dried up Sriluurian raisin if you ask me.” Yes, he stooped that low. Shriv wasn’t one to unjustly pick on someone for their personal appearance, but this guy deserved it.

“Star Destroyers – pfft. More like compensation for something, amiright?  Just how big can you make them, hmm?” Shriv wouldn’t know what that was like.

“And why would you give your infantry white armor, anyway? Anyone can spot a Stormtrooper from a mile away – what about the element of surprise? Is that supposed to be some kind of power move?” Honestly, either this guy Palpatine was a genius, or a masochist who liked to watch his own soldiers die – maybe both, considering plastoid was a terrible aesthetic and functional choice in terms of battle armor.

It seemed Shriv was getting under a few people’s skin or microscales - his friends had warned him to keep it down. He didn’t listen, naturally, turning on a Duros in the corner who had his feet propped up nonchalantly while chewing lazily on a toothpick.  A little droid had been idly chattering away into his inner ear until Shriv felt the need to interrupt to get this man’s sentiment. They were the same species! Surely he would back him up!

“Hey, you! Old-timer wearing the excessively large hat! You get it, right!? It’s kriffed up what they did to us!” It was beyond a normal or acceptable circumference as far as hats would go, and Shriv couldn’t understand why he’d want to conceal himself behind it; it’s purpose – did it have one? Did he think it added something to his already distinctive, somewhat threatening appearance?

I’d look kriffin’ asinine wearing something like that! - Why do I feel like I know this Duros? -  Just where the hells does this guy shop? Where do you even BUY a hat that big?

Normally, he wouldn’t have been so brazen in referring to an elder Duros in such a careless, ill-mannered fashion, but alcohol did something to Shriv; that’s why he usually stayed away from it. People already seemed to think he was no fun to be around, and much less so when the filter that so loosely bridled him vanished resolutely into the ether somewhere at the consumption of a few distilled beverages.

That toothpick swiveled to the corner of this Duros’ mouth, his neck craning upward as he took in Shriv with a gaze that scrutinized, his brow ridge having curved inward to impress a scowl across his face. “S’a nice haat.”

Oh, so that’s why he wanted to hide … He had one mean mug, though Shriv wasn’t that put-off by him, at least at first. He wasn’t anymore terrifying than those stories of the cannibal arachnids they told back on Duro, anyway.

Thank Maker they all went extinct before I was born…  

“Did I say excessively large hat? I meant just the right size.”

Apprehensive? Sure. Overly cautious? Absolutely. But afraid?

The Duros had shifted, placing his feet upon the ground. He unfolded his arms and stood, rising like a gangly scarecrow to a height that would tower over a field of corn and him the crow. Shriv swallowed, realizing he had two blasters holstered at his hips and something he hadn’t noticed before; forearm gauntlets with a plethora of buttons; too many to take a count, and rocket thrusters attached to his … boots, apparently. There was a menace in his crimson, horizontal eyes that chilled Shriv’s green blood by a few degrees, his instincts driving him to take a step backward for no reason other than he was invading his personal space.

Ah, kriff, you’ve done it now.

OK, yes. Afraid.

Well, not so much afraid … but maybe more like, intimidated.

“I mean, it makes sense if you think about it, as you have such a large head. You need a bigger hat.”

A few people had glanced around; some laughed. Maz tsked, thinking this idiot was going to get himself killed before the sun came up.

“Not you in particular, I just meant … Duros. Duros would need larger hats compared to other humanoid hat wearing species with heads not as large as… ours, though you are the first I’ve seen to wear such an unusual piece.”

Oh boy, you really backed yourself into a corner with that one.

“Not unusual in a bad way… Of course, I think my head’s even bigger than yours if it makes you feel any better! It’d just make me look…ridiculous. That’s to be expected… not that… you look ridiculous.”

The other Duros had stood there, glaring, but not saying a single word. He bared his fangs in a display of irritation before he removed his toothpick and callously flicked it on the floor.

Well, that’s a bit unsanitary…

His fingers had moved; latched onto the edge of his no-fight holsters lined with fresh gas cartridges and power cells – he had enough to take out an entire army. Shriv wondered what he required all that ammunition for.

“You know, you kind of look familiar. Have I seen you somewhere before? Wanted posters, maybe?”

“Master Bane, remember the rules! Maz does not approve of fighting in her castle!” the little droid piped up.

Holy karkin’ snot! That’s why he looks so familiar!

“On closer inspection, I’ve never seen you before in my life …”  

Shut. Up. Just shut up, Shriv!!”

“Can’nit, Todo. D’ere wouldn’t  be’a fight … just’a quick death, dat’s all.”

Take a deep breath. Deeeeep breath.

“I am so sorry. I meant no disrespect. I am not deserving of your time, believe me – just a worthless Duros pleading for his life at this very moment - in case you were unaware that’s what this is - me, pleading, before none other than the greatest bounty hunter of all time. - It’s a pleasure to meet you, by the way… A living legend with an impeccable sense of style might I add.” The first part was true, but he could only hope the sarcasm dripping off his lack of lips in regard to his fashion choices was masked by the flighty, psychological response that was kicking on in the background. Surely Cad Bane could smell his stress levels.

“You could rival my old buddy, Lando! He favors a cape, though. Ever thought about wearing one?” Now he was just rambling; past the point of redemption - he talked too much – stream of consciousness – Shriv could hardly help it; sometimes his internal dialogue just … escaped. Something he might find himself needing to do rather abruptly in the next few minutes, give or take – that, or patiently await his demise.

“I suppose it might uh… just get in your way… not very … useful…”

Lando’s cape sure as hell isn’t useful.

“This fellow’s all right, Bane – just doesn’t know when to be quiet!  You should listen to your droid. He’s smart.” Maz had stared the other Duros down without a hint of fear. Shriv applauded her, mentally, realizing he needed to reign himself in a bit and that he was perhaps lucky he wasn’t dead already.

Cad Bane had growled low, a sound issuing forth from the recess of his throat. He turned to Maz, regarded her, then back to the man who couldn’t keep his trap shut as the droid named Todo chirped.

“Well, at least someone appreciates me.” Shriv felt like he could relate to that.

Try to cover your tracks a little better this time, huh Suurgav?

“What I meant to say before all that other stuff was … Duros just can’t catch a break, huh? You look like you’ve got a few stories to tell! What do you think about all this?”

Cad Bane had not hesitated. “Duro’s a sscughole – but de Empire will fall as Empire’s al’ways do – you sso angry, mebbe y’should step up t’da plate an’ quit yer yappin’ – get off yer chubbies an’ make yerself wurth sometin’ since you’re so… wurthless.”

“Well, when you put it that way…” Shriv had homed in on his accent; it was unique. He thought he must be from some dreadful place like New Tayana that he had never had the pleasure of visiting  - he was a “Capital City Slicker” and somewhat grateful for it. He had been “raised right” without any of his wants or needs having to go unfulfilled, yet far from spoiled – to use Human terminology, perhaps he was “middle class.”

“You might be onto something, er, sir.”

That’s two in one day … It -has- to be a sign.

He had watched sheepishly as Cad Bane paid his tab, tipped his giant hat to the proprietor of the establishment. His little droid followed him outside as he called back to Maz, waving his fingers in the air above the wide brim of that ungainly bolero atop his head. “Keep outta trouble, lil’ lady – an’ teach dat boy t’learn when t’shut up b’fore he gehets ‘imself mur’dered in ‘is ssleep.”

He had insulted Cad Bane and lived to tell the tale. “Was that a – was that a threat? Should I be… worried?” he had whispered to the pirate queen.

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Catch Me First

Chapter 5: Need A Little Help From A Friend

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; This is a tame chapter, but I still place the warning because its an 18+ fic as a whole. No real warning needed this time other than FEELINGS. 

Summary: You run from your feelings... again. Sinker calls you the fuck out. 

Pairing: Wolffe x Reader (Cis Female)

WC: 1537 (ooo tiny baby)

(There are not enough gifs of Sinker and I’m salty)

You avoid 79’s at all costs. You can’t bear to see his face; Seven hells, even seeing his brothers’ faces is hard, but you signed up for this. You did this, you pushed him too far. You tell yourself that you don’t have time to think about him, you pour yourself into your work. Luckily the subject material of your apprenticeship is complex enough to clear your mind most days. It’s only when you get home that you have to face yourself, to think about what you’ve done.

The hangar is bustling today, clones filling the space and the technicians skittering to and fro to do last minute fixes and diagnostics on ships as well as bring crates of supplies to be taken to the star destroyers. You’re elbow deep in a transport ship with your favorite droid, DU-57; he’s handing you tools and pointing to the datapad your mentor had given you to help you through this fix. You lean back from the panel you’re working on and look over your datapad, sitting back on your haunches, when you see a flash of gray amongst the swathes of white armor and something in your chest seizes up. Gray armor isn’t all that uncommon, right? It could be another battalion. But the universe isn’t that kind to you. One T visor is locked on you and you know immediately who it is, you’ve seen that armor enough times to know. Your legs shake and you sink down onto your rump on the floor, not able to look away as that expressionless helmet seems to stare straight through you. You quickly gather up your datapad and a few of your tools, tuck them back into their places on your belt, and turn away, beginning to walk back to one of the supply rooms. You can distantly hear DU-57 calling out to you, saying that you have all the tools that are needed for this repair. The footsteps you hear rapidly approaching you aren't DU-57’s; when you feel a gloved hand on your shoulder you shudder away from the touch immediately.

“Don’t touch me-” You begin, then go quiet when you realize it’s Sinker who had reached out to you.

“That sounds familiar…” He says quietly, and you feel your cheeks flush, your eyes begin to turn glassy as you avert your gaze. “I saw you leave that night. I know you were… listening.” His tone is firm, but cautious, it makes you flinch away from him again. DU-57 is butting in, stepping up between you and pointing his big eye up at Sinker.

“We need to finish these repairs, Sergeant, please let my technician return to her work.” His tiny, modulated voice quips, and Sinker smiles down at him.

“Your technician, huh?” His helmet is tucked beneath an arm and he rests it on his hip as he stares down at the pit droid in clear amusement.

“Yes. I have been assigned to this technician throughout her apprenticeship, and she has been assigned to repair this ship.” He states matter-of-factly.

“It’s ok, Dusty.” The droid turns to you as if to protest, but you place the datapad into his claws and point to the screen. “Can you solder this part for me? I’ll be right back, promise.” The pit droid nods and returns to the abandoned transport ship. You watch him go, afraid to look back at Sinker.

“Guess you’ve made a friend.” He muses, looking over his shoulder before fixing those damn golden eyes back on you.

“Yeah, it’s been nice working with him. It’s been nice working here… When that doesn’t happen.” You make a vague gesture towards where Wolffe had previously been and Sinker nods knowingly. He sighs.

“Like I said, I saw you leave. I know what you were doing.” You tense again, looking at the ground in shame, your cheeks burning so hot and yet not combusting you on the spot like you wish they would. “But something just isn’t sitting right with me… Aside from how much you hurt my vod.” Your eyes close in shame. You desperately want the tears to stay inside of you for once this week. “Why were you crying?”

You’re biting your lower lip, looking at his boots. “I-... didn’t mean to hurt him.” Surprisingly, Sinker doesn’t laugh or scoff or make any sounds of disbelief, only waits patiently for you to continue. “It’s not like he told me how he felt. I thought he was just messing with me all that time.” Sinker grunts and when you look up, he’s looking past you and nodding.

“He’s not good at using his words like a big kid.” You can’t help but laugh, a tear managing to slip past your defenses in the moment of vulnerability. You quickly wipe it away and clear your throat.

“Hearing him say those things... What he thinks of me- what he thinks I think of him… None of it is true. I wasn’t thinking. I just assumed-... I really fucked up..”

“Yeah you did.” Your breath catches in your throat at his admission. “But if he didn’t tell you what he wanted, that’s on him, too. The fact that he decided to speak up when you were doing that-” You make a soft pained sound, not wanting to think about the fact that Sinker knows what you were doing under that table. “I think he could have chosen a better time, is all I mean.”

“No, I deserved it. I deserve worse… I should just let him move on, he hates me enough as it is.” There is a moment of silence; Sinker doesn’t jump to correct you, and a wave of nausea hits you. You clear your throat again, ready to make your escape when Sinker finally speaks again, hesitantly, as if he’s divulging something secret to you.

“You know… Wolffe isn’t really the type to go out. It’s rare that we can get him to come out to 79’s with us- the boys, I mean.” You look back up at him in confusion, not putting the pieces together. “He was at that bar more times in the past few weeks than I’ve ever seen. He went straight to that damn cantina as soon as he stepped off the transport shuttle. You kriffing gutted him, you know.” You open your mouth to confirm that yes- you know you fucked up, but Sinker holds up his hand to stop you, making it clear that he’s not trying to wind you up. “You did all that, and he’s still looking at you like that.” He gestures over his shoulder to where Wolffe had been. You’re even more confused now.

“Yeah, he… hates me..?” You ask, your brow quirked at Sinker, clearly not following him. Sinker shakes his head and smiles.

“He wasn’t glaring at you.” You screw up your face in disbelief, looking at the silver-haired clone like he’d hit his head and is babbling nonsense.

“He was wearing his helmet, how could you even tell?”

“I know Wolffe, sweetheart.” Your chest tightens at the thought, the simple - tiny - hope that Sinker knows what he’s talking about. You bite your lip and look down at Sinker’s helmet, your cheeks flushing for an entirely different reason now and Sinker chuckles.

“It doesn’t matter.” Your eyes cloud over with sadness again, “He’s avoiding me.”

“You haven’t been at 79’s.” Sinker fires back, his hip cocking slightly. You look at him with a raised brow.

“And Wolffe has been?”

“No, but that’s not where I’m going with this. You’re avoiding him too. If you want to fix this-”

“I do.” You butt in, you can’t help it. You clear your throat again, feeling embarrassed by how fast you answered.

“-then you’ll need to talk to him. I don’t think all of my brothers and I combined could drag him back to 79’s as things are, so that’s no good.” You look at him in disbelief.

“You want to help me? Why?” Sinker laughs, you shouldn’t be surprised but you are. His smile is so genuine and warm that you trust him immediately, all your defenses burning down with the sheer warmth of that smile.

“Don’t know if it’s obvious, but Wolffe doesn’t… well-... He’s a hard nut to crack, he doesn’t like people. Think it would be a waste if this just fell apart because he doesn’t know how to tell someone what he wants.” You smile, you feel all the muscles in your face strain with the smile that splits your face now, and you don’t recoil when Sinker reaches out to pat your shoulder. “So.” He suddenly turns serious, his grip on your shoulder tightening. “You won’t be able to talk to him at 79’s, but I think I could sneak you somewhere that he won’t expect. You’ll only be able to talk to him if you catch him unaware, he’s a stubborn idiot like that.”

Sinker details his plan to you, and you listen with rapt attention, wringing your hands as you’re filled with a whole host of emotions. You’re mostly anxious, but that little flicker of hope in you seems to shine brighter and brighter with each word Sinker says.

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[rishi-eel]

thinking (yet again!) about the differences between the bad batch story reels and the season seven arc and like... some changes just blow my mind because all it did, really, was make the bad batch less likable.  

lets star with the whole “reg” thing. if i remember correctly, in the originals “regs” is said twice. the first instance is by crosshair when taunting jesse in the LAAT. the second is said by hunter: he tells tech (who’s hacking into the cyber center) that he and wrecker are going to “go get the regs” (i.e. rex and jesse). that is, hunter only used it among his squad when the others were not present (much like how cody informs that the bad batch are defective clones out of earshot. these words are descriptors, but there’s also an offense associated to being referred to by them). the idea that hunter has restraint referring to regular clones this way in their faces connects, i think, to how hunter was a tad more apologetic to jesse in the original script. “he means regular clones. don’t take it personal. it’s just that we don’t always follow protocol” carried an actual sense of hunter trying to convince jesse that it’s nothing to do with him.   

it’s interesting, i think, that in a context where you have clones and defective clones, that the bad batch (as defective clones) would find a way to talk about other clones in reference to themselves in a way that normalizes their own existence. it also introduces the idea that the bad batch experience a level of disconnect, and even animosity, in regards to other clones. all that can be conveyed by only using the word twice. the season seven episodes added three more instances, and in all of them the bad batch members comfortably throw the word around the clones who “are regs.” the sense of separateness (which, again, was already established/achieved by using it just two times) is only made stronger (thus more needs to be done to portray a sense of reconciliation or coming together. the reels succeed this to an extent because that barrier wasn’t built up as high). 

so yeah in the original... wrecker didn’t say “we always get shot down when we travel with regs,” he kept quiet as he helped people out of the wrecked gunship (in fact, wrecker lost a lot of subtlety going from the reels to the final eps, which i’ll get back to). hunter didn’t fake-compliment rex with a “not bad, for a reg”! and oh boy crosshair’s comment implying that echo is worthless and expendable because he’s a “reg”... yeah that was not in the reels either. in fact, not only does crosshair not call echo a reg, the meaning of his original dialogue was completely different.

in the original, after hunter voices his suspicions echo might be dead, crosshair suggests that if alive echo could be cooperating with the enemy, making him a traitor. rex takes this as an attack on echo’s character and crosshair explains that no, he’s not intending to insult echo, by saying: “oh i don’t blame him, if i were left for dead, i wouldn’t be so loyal.” and like!!!!! that’s such a radically different line of dialogue because crosshair seems to blame rex for having left echo behind, actually. if you betrayed the republic to survive, or even out of spite, i don’t blame you even if you now present a threat to myself and my family, is such an interesting, empathetic sentiment. and that contrasts with the lack of regard given to rex, making it read like he’s condemning rex for leaving someone behind. crosshair doesn’t seem to understand, as an experimental commando clone, the pressures rex as a legion captain is under, because he’s seen a less expandable (they’re a specially trained four man team, if one dies that’s 25% of the unit gone. is there a replacement for that member? you get the idea). so you’ve got a clash between different povs, but also crosshair being shown as having a set of morals, chief among them being that you do not leave anyone behind. so remember when rex says to move out and crosshair goes “commander cody is in no position to move” yeah i’d say that’s crosshair making sure cody isn’t being left behind. when crosshair saves anakin? that’s because he saw anakin go off on his own and followed him. because you don’t leave people behind. and like... the idea that yeah crosshair is an asshole. he’s unpleasant and that’s deliberate. he doesn’t care if people like him and he’s not trying to be liked. but that he values the lives of other people and looks out for them? that makes an interesting, flawed and multifaceted character. that got lost in the dialogue change because its no longer suggested that crosshair holds these values.

as for what i said earlier about wrecker: he lost subtle, nonverbal moments through the addition of lines that are either anticlimactic or only serve to make him seem loud or ditzy in an exaggerated fashion. he didn’t laugh when the LAAT came down. he was quiet as he helped people out of the downed gunship (no comment about regs!). he didn’t say “boom” when the ship exploded in the background after he flipped it over (the difference? a character moment that’s actually cool and impressive vs something that’s corny). when wrecker comes to crosshair’s aid by picking rex off of him, there was no quippy one liner. there was no need for anything to be said for it to be understood that wrecker is acting as a barrier and it trying to intimidate rex. when he’s afraid to get onto the elevator? that’s conveyed visually through camera angles and through hunter picking up on the fact that he’s scared. he doesn’t scream (if you can call a comical “aah what is that thing oh no its going to get me” a scream) when the organic decimator almost gets him. when they walk across the pipe? wrecker doesn’t whimper or talk to himself for comfort. he is scared of heights, that’s already been established, but he’s also a grown man and a soldier like he’s keeping that to himself? like we see wrecker hesitating to walk on the ledge but doing it anyway because he has to. in a piece of dialogue that was cut, tech said “does anyone want to know the odds of us making it across alive?” to which wrecker (who’s you know already having a bad time) interrupts with “don’t even think about it, tech” (if ur curious, this exchange was replaced with: wrecker: “keep walking tech!” tech: “that’s fine, but if you fall don’t take me with you” which???? uuh weird exchange). also, the fact that wrecker was mostly dealing with his fear silently means that when hunter tells wrecker to hold on because they’re almost there... that’s because hunter knows he’s scared and is checking up on him. basically... any kind of serious moment was cheapened by having wrecker talk in them. now i don’t want to say that DBB is a bad voice actor, but his expertise is making animal noises. he’s not able to do a realistic, deep voice, meaning that whenever wrecker talks he kind of sounds like a joke. it’s fine when wrecker is actual being lighthearted and jokey, but otherwise? the emotion just does not come across as genuine, which breaks the stakes or weakens credibility.  

and god the whole plot point about the bad batch being suspicious of echo was nonexistent in the reels. the “don’t worry, echo says he’s got a plan”/”that makes me feel so much better” exchange between rex and tech is in the original, but tech’s sarcasm isn’t from doubting echo’s allegiance, it’s because they’re planning to land on admiral trench’s ship and echo having a plan (that he himself doesn’t know) doesn’t exactly soothe his anxieties. rex acts like tech’s being a big joker and playfully shoves him, telling him to get on board. which is an interesting interaction because these characters are kind of starting to bond?? as for tech and echo, they kinda become nerdy friends really quick. like when tech warns echo not to send the signal right away because he first needs to make it look like it’s coming from skako minor, echo’s like “oh yeah good thinking tech.” and when echo figures out a way to shut down all the droids at once tech is impressed and lightly shoves his shoulder. again there is none of that “oooh maybe echo’s a traitor maybe he’s with the techno union” shit. like i understand that the writers wanted to up the stakes but it falls flat because the idea of echo being a traitor isn’t credible. it does not seem like an actual risk or possibility. so all it did was make the bad batch seem like assholes, cutting away at some very nice character moments.   

ok this is a long post and you might ask yourself “but tumblr user rishi-eel, why do you care so much about the story reels, this stuff isn’t canon now” and there are a couple reasons, first, i think it managed to tell a better story overall. so the question is: why is that? because you would expect that writers reworking the plot would add improvements and not downgrades. and to be fair, the s7 episodes had a bunch of upgrades, but not when it came to the characterization of the bad batch. another thing to consider is that changes were made in the context of setting the bad batch up as future protagonists of their own spinoff series (something the original arc was not intended to do because there were no plans for a bad batch series). were the characters made flatter and more archetypal to add to marketability? was the reg/defective clone rivalry (and dichotomy, even) amplified because this separateness serves a narrative in which the bad batch are heroes and the other clones villains?  

[chaos-ensue]

Together by Chance

Echo x female reader

Warnings: This part is mainly just light weight stuff. There's sexual references, but nothing really happens. (That's for the next part👻)

OK, so first off hi! This is my first fanfic I have EVER WRITTEN! (so pwease ne nice) I encourage anyone who reads this to give me their honest opinion about what they think, and constructive feed back.

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You've known clone force 99 for a few months now. You met the crew at cids originally. You were working in the market, polishing your new finds in hope it would catch the eyes of some customer's. While shinning up an old piece of armor, a little girl across the way caught your eye. She was at the bakers set up buying a heap of mantel mix, a whole five bags that is. She was trying to carry all of them at once. Feeling pitty for her you turned around and asked Mitch if he could watch the shop for a bit. You made your way across the street, smiling down at the little girl. "Do you need any help?" She looked up at you, "yes please." You took a few bags from her arms, and asked her where she was heading. "Just follow me", she replied already walking ahead of you. On your way to Cid's you two had talked up a storm and you each enjoyed each other's company. You followed her to the door way, when she turned a round and looked up at you, "Thanks for the help. You should meet my brothers! I think they'd really like you!" You agreed to it because she was adorable and so sweet you couldn't deny her offer. "These are my brothers!" She waved her hand in their direction, and you just stood there. Maker...they were all angels made by stars themselves.

Though one stood out amongst them, and it wasn't just because of his cybernetic arm, or the implants on his head. There was something about him that made your heart work double time, while it pumped fire through your veins. Ever since your little meeting you go and visit whenever you can. You listen to them while they tell you of their latest mission, and try to one-up another. It was kind of cute the way they did it. Whenever Echo did it however, his voice was the only thing you were focused on. He had your whole and undivided attention. The sound of his voice, was low and smooth like honey, and at times a little gravely. You'd be lying of you said you haven't dreamed of him. His fingers gliding over your skin, exploring every single curve and dip on your body. His mind painting a map of you, for the next time ne needs you but your not around. You wonder how his lips would feel against yours. Your tongues swirling around the others, as you'd moan into his mouth. His cybernetic arm working its way up your dress at a teasingly slow pace, as you part your leg for him inviting him. His flesh hand lazily dragging along your skin, toward your warming, liquid core and then...

"Y/N!" You were snapped out of your day dream and back to reality. Mitch, was standing in the door way, looking at you with a smirk on his face. He looked at you with an amusing stare, with one eyebrow arched. "Another one of _those_ thoughts huh?" You rolled your eyes and gave him a scoff st his remark. "It wasn't anything. I was just thinking." "Mhmm, thinning about Echo~" You looked up at him from your desk, he still wore that stupid smirk. You pushed your shair away from your desk getting up you asked what he needed. "The squad is here looking for supplies", he points his thumb over his shoulder, "figured you would want to see them." "Thanks." You broshed past him, and made your way to the front of the store. The whole crew was here. Usually Hunter splits them up, to make the shopping quicker. It wasn't often you saw them all here at once. It was a pleasant surprise. Echo was looking at the tools and different Droid attachments. He always felt self conscious looking at them in public, but he was always trying to find some new attachments. You took a deep breath in, and out, hoping that no one saw the redness spreading across your cheeks to your ears. You greeted the squad, looking a little too long into Echos eyes. You quickly darted them towards Hunter. Hunter's nose flared, and he gave a Lil smirk.

"Hey guy's, it's good to see you. What are you doing here?" "Well," Hunter began, "we need medical supplies. Tech noticed when he was patching up Echo." Echo? "We need some bandages, ointment, and pain medication and patches." "Yeah, it's in the back, I'll go box it up and get it ready for you." You make your way to the back of the store, stealing a slide glance at Echo, concern clouding your thoughts so much that you ran face first into the door. BONK! "Owwwwww." You rub your nose trying to rub away some of the pain. "You ok, Y/N?" Echo was the one that asked, and not only that, but he started walking over to you. "Oh yeah! I'm fine! It's just the stupid door." You whipped around and walked normally as quickly as possible to the back and shut the storage room door behind you. Not only was your head pounding but you just committed attempted murder on your pride. *Did I really just call the door stupid? Greeeeeeatt-.* You let put a sigh and started to get the supplies packed up. You carried out the boxes and set them on the counter, having to make two trips. You decided to give them a little bit extra supplies, they go through it like water. That's when you noticed.

"Where is everybody?" "Wrecker took Omega out to go see a new video or something. Hunter and Tech are at Cids taking care of business, so I'm tasked with carrying the supplies back to the ship." Echo came ul from behind you, his presence sending a jolt through you body. "Echo thers too many boxes to carry by yourself." "I'll be alright, besides, I've carried more." "I'll help you out." He paused and just looked at you. You wanted to help *him*? Him? Rhe thought made his heart flutter. You were beautifuel, no one could deny that, but he noticed more than your looks. He noticed the way you talked about your favorite topics. You would have this big, bright, beautifuel smile on your lips. Your eyes would light up with this inquisitive fire that he loved to see in you. When you tinkered with small gadgets, you nibbled on your bottom lip. Those plump delicious lips. He wanted to feel them, to taste them. He wanted to feel how soft they were. He wanted to be the one to nip at them. He wanted to lick them. He wanted to massage your lips with his own. Maker he just wanted you, all of you. He wanted to lick you, to bite you, to claim you as his own. Maker, if he had a credit for all the times he's thought about you, he could get himself a new speedbike. Some of them were harmless, just him imagining holding you close. While others were far from innocent. So many times he's drempt of you on your back, your legs spread out beneath him. You gasping for air while saying his name. But it could never happen. It's not possible.

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When the both of you had reached the ship, you helped Echo with the supplies. After you were done he commed Hunter to see how much longer they would be. "Yeah it looks like we're not going to be back for a while. It's taking longer than I expected. Also, wrecker commed me earlier, said there was a group performing in town, so he and omega will be gone for a while." " Alright" With that he ended the comm link. He sighed scratching the back of his head. "Well, uh, thanks for helping me out." "Oh it was no problem" you responded. You both sat in silence. The air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You rose to your feet and clapped your hands, "Well looks like I should be heading out." "Yeah of course. Thanks again." You looked back at him and gave him a smile. "You're welcome." He let down the door to the marauder, and you were just about to start your way home when Echo grabbed your hand, making you stop in your tracks. His hand was warm against your skin. His calloused hands proved the hard work and dedication he had done for the war over the years. He looked up, face flushed, and swallowed a vulo of air. His eyes went wide as if he realized what he did. "Uhhhh, sorry. I... I don't know-" He dropped his hand back down to his side. You studied his face, his eyes were scanning the floor, as if he was trying to search for some kind of trap door that he could escape out of. You gently grab his hand, causing him to look back at you. For just a moment you two stare at eachother. Exploring this new feeling, swimming in it. Echo looked down at you, and glanced toward your lips. His hand came up to your cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth along your cheekbone. You place your hands on his chest plate. You didn't see him lean in, you dont even remember leaning into him, yet hear you both were. Lips locked, stealing warmth from eachothers kiss. You break away, taking air into your lungs. Echo looks at you in concern.

"I have a confession to make." Echo looks at you half expecting you to say that it was just a spurr of the moment. Perhaps a moment of weakness. The other half was hoping it wasn't and what he was thinking was wrong. "Echo, you have to promise you won't hate me or make fun of me, or anything like that." Echo nods and you continue. "I've had these, um, dreams, about you." Echo went wide eyed for a second. "Dreams? About me?" You nod shyly. "Well what kind of dreams? Why am I in them?" You swallow and look at the floor. "How much do you want to know? Also you still haven't promised." He leans in closer leaning his forehead against yours and replies. "I promise you I won't make fun of you or ridicule you for anything you say. Your safe with me, I'd never hurt you." You close your eyes, take a deep breath, start to talk. "Well one fo my first dreams with you was when we were on a break from missions, and we were on Alderaan and we were walking alongside a river. We were enjoying the scenery and we picked a special spot on a hill top. I know it sounds cheesy, but we had a picnic. We layer underneath the warm sun and watched the clouds move across the sky, and when night fell we'd watch falling stars and see the lights dance across the sky." A small smile works over his lips. "That sounds like the perfect dream to me. What else have you dreamed of?" "Well there are others but I don't think-" "Y/N, I promise I won't judge you." "Well there is this one dream I had where we, um, kissed and stuff." Your cheeks story to flush. "And stuff?" He asked. "What kind of stuff?" You felt his hand snake around your hip and gently tugg you closer. "Well, you touched me too." He leans in closer. "Touched you where? How did I touch you?"

You could feel your whol face flushing. You could feel butterflies fluttering your stomach. Your legs were getting weaker by the minute, and you could feel your heat begin to build up in your core. "You kissed my neck. You were patient and considerate but I could tell that you were holding back. You wanted to go for more." He looks at you, his eyes look heavy, and they were half hooded with lust. Your breasts pressed against his chest. "Y/N, if you don't want this, if you don't want me, just say so." You look up at him and you or3ss your lips to his. You lean into the kiss. He wraps both arms around you, holding you tight against him. His mouth sinks deeper into your kiss. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip asking for entrance. You respond with your own tongue meeting his. You can tell by the way he kisses, he's starving. Echo can barely control himself. When your tongue entered his mouth he thought he was going to keel over and die. Your lips were softer than any flower petal he has ever felt. Maker, you are beautiful. He loved every part of you. Every inch of your body was perfection in his eyes. He didn't want to break away, but you both needed some oxygen.

When he broke a way you were trying to gulp as much air as you lungs could get. That beautiful chest of yours rising and falling with every breath tou took. "Y/N, since the first day at Cids, I couldn't stop stealing glances at you. I couldn't be around you with out blushing or stuttering like an idiot. The reason I didn't say anything before is because your just so amazing in every way, and I couldn't bare it if you rejected me." Your hands came up to his face to cup his sharp jaw line. "Echo, I would be a fool to reject you. You're so sweet and considerate. Your honorable and noble in everything you do, and don't even get me started on how much of a gentleman you are." He cracked a smile at that last part and gave a light laugh. "Point is, any girl in this whole galaxy would be lucky enough to have you." "Well that's a relief. " Echo let go of a sigh and looked back at you. Your eyes are like two stars in the dead of night. They were bright and full of joy and hope. That smile? Maker he would walk 100 miles just for ypu to smile at him. And those lips? He glanced back down at them, he wanted them again. He wanted to show you, just how much you mean to him. "Y/N, any man would be lucky to have you. Even though any man would, I'm hoping that I can be that lucky man. So Y/N, can I be the luckiest man in the galaxy, and make you mine?" You looked at him in shock. Is he...is this real? You couldn't think of anything to say except,"when?" He caressed your chin, bring your eyes up to meet his. "Tonight."