#his name is Aurek and I love him very much

[hey-leopard-wheres-my-face]

shitposting his backstory because no one else will smh

[sapphire374]

my fav girl Eva (I probably wont read it rn because of spoilers but i will save it to read later). I really like Eva as the protagonist, I feel like she is such a real feeling character and just so fun, she is a fresh of breath air, I love the sibling duo and I love her.

Yesssssssss I LOVE Eva!!! She’s probably one of my fave characters of all time and such a role model. Also don’t worry, I understand you haven’t seen much of the show so I shall try not to spoil anything for you to the best of my ability!

Favorite thing about them:

I love how her character loves science and introduces STEM to the younger generation. How even though she would sometimes get made fun of for it she doesn’t care, she lets herself be free with her curiosity and love for science and astronomy. How she can immediately start a conversation about it is just so fascinating.

Least favorite thing about them:

Hmmm this one is hard but I guess it’s how she would sometimes wouldn’t notice when she’s a little too harsh on Ruben. Like she would most of the times want to time travel to see JJ but then tells Ruben that he can’t time travel for his own reasons. Ngl it’s funny but also wrong since she too has her selfish reasons 😆. I understand though that it’s a typical sibling lol. Completely get it.

brOTP:

Her and Mercedes!!!!! Mercedes is a literal sweetheart and I just love how supportive Mercedes is of Eva and same thing of Eva to Mercedes. I find their friendship mutual and full of love. I love her friendship with Delaila too but found her and Mercedes to just feel a little bit more special. Mechi acted like a best friend and even a mature older sister/mom too all in one, it was very adorable and I love their bond so much.

OTP:

Jeva for life!!!!!! Aurek and Tiago are cool characters and all but JJ and her are just so so so so cute!!! (I know I’ve used the word ‘cute’ too many times but it’s my favorite word to use 😆). JJ as a character literally gets better and better throughout the seasons. I love how respectful, empathetic, sweet, and caring he is. You can tell literally how much he loves and truly cares about her. How he easily worried about her and always thinks about her and she always thinks about him. They’re soulmates 😌

nOTP:

Her and a specific character named Danilo. That’s a spoiler but don’t worry cause I only mentioned his name and it was only part of a minor change from a timeline. Either way I felt bad for the poor guy and it was just so random. 😆

Random Headcanon:

Eva probably didn’t believe in love much. Like she did since she would want a love like her Nono and Nona but didn’t think she would find one especially since she doesn’t feel like she fits much into this era. After discovering 1957, when she finds JJ is when she realizes that it was part of her destiny, in the cards for love to find her and that’s JJ. She probably wasn’t expecting someone to truly be in love with and neither was he till they met each other.

Unpopular Opinion:

So this part isn’t really a spoiler, just an opinion since instead of there being Aurek in season two there’s Tiago. I personally feel that yes Tiago is a great guy but doesn’t fully appreciate Eva, love and appreciating are two different things. I don’t doubt that he loves her but I don’t think that he appreciates her. I noticed that he didn’t really have a crush on her till later on while JJ no matter what, is always there for her. He would go to the end of the world for her. He has an internal commitment to her and I just find that special. Her and Tiago are cool and cute at times but her and JJ feel like the real deal.

Song I associate with them:

Happier by Olivia Rodrigo

Look Up at the Stars by Shawn Mendes

Today was a Fairytale by Taylor Swift

Favorite pictures of them:

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 ((@silverkitsune​ tumblr wont let me reply so i have take a screenshot like some kind of animal))

Alrighty so there is:

Captain Jewels, CC-6859. HIs name comes from that he has a genetic mutation making his eyes blue and a trainer said his eyes looked like jewels. He’s a commander clone, but when his Jedi General’s padawan showed up he had to be officially demoted (I’m not sure if clones can be commanders if there are padawans so). Unofficially, Jewels and the padawan work together as commander, sharing the work equally. Off-duty he is pretty laid-back, kind of a “don’t do any property damage and don’t kill anyone and i dont care” clone. on active duty (not even on the field) he’s strict and will not tolerate any bullshit. on the field it’s that but 1000% more intense. (in general he 110% always needs a drink)

More under the cut

Lieutenant Spice, CT-7890. His batch was an experiment to try to turn pain receptors (congenital insensitivity) off because if you can’t feel pain you’re able to keep going past ordinary limits. Spice was the only clone the experiment worked on (not completely though, if he got really burned or his hand was chopped off then he could feel it), but not without the side effect of amped up dopamine production, which is how he got his name. He was the only one of his batch not culled for defects. Due to extremely close monitoring on Kamino and being the only survivor of the experiment, Spice is terrified of the Kaminoans and has a really deep-seated hatred for people who experiment on living things (whether it be animals or sentients)

Lieutenant Ringer, CT-4965. He got his name from the fact that he loves to wear hoop earrings and rings whenever off-duty. He’s kind of like the therapist of the 604th bc any clone can go talk to him and just have a bitch fest with him for hours and really unload and get good advice. And because clones were never banned from being in commercials (well until Ringer), Ringer did a cosmetic holo-vid because a Space Sephora realized how amazing clones look with eyeliner.

Clone Medic Inquire, CT-4968. He’s batchmates with Ringer and thus super close with him. He got his name because he was always asking questions as a cadet (the tattoo on his left temple is actually a question mark in galactic basic). Just wouldn’t shut-up. It got him in trouble a lot because soldiers aren’t supposed to question orders, but once he switched to the medic track it got his bonus points because if you don’t ask questions the patient might die. Ironic as it is, but while Inquire is super over-protective of his brothers and gets on their cases about staying safe and getting treated right away, he’ll dive headfirst into danger to help and after battle he’ll ignore his own wounds for hours, one time even days, to patch up wounded clones. Ringer, for all the chill that he is, will get super pissed about Inquire’s self-sacrificial ass. 

Sergeant Siege, CT-391. He was on the 1st battle of Geonosis, which is where he got his name. Despite the fact that he’s one of the oldest clones left, he 1) never made it past sergeant because he can’t think in larger terms and 2) is immature most of the time (it’s pretty much a coping mechanism at this point). Because he’s been around so long, if a clone needs battle-related advice, or advice with a more serious tone, they’ll go see Siege. And when on leave, if a clone doesn’t want to go to 79′s or stay in the barracks, Siege is the go-to clone because he knows all the best (and safe) places a brother could go.

Sergeant Jag, CT-5032. No one knows how he got his name because everyone who was with him dead (Jag would be happy to tell his brothers how if he could only remember). He’s actually dating his padawan commander as the Pantoran really doesnt give a shit about the Code and the general turns a blind eye b/c it’s war-time. it’s a huge power imbalance which makes older/higher-ranking clones (not Siege who was actually his wing-man) skeptical and kind of protective of Jag, but they make it work. He really cares about his squad and would probably (definitely) kill anyone that threatens them even if they aren’t a Seppie. Within the officers he’s kind of like the kid brother, but he’s a complete mother-hen with his little brothers squad. 

Glint, CT-7779. In Jag’s squad, Flow Squad. Got his name like Jewels; he has a genetic mutation making his eyes green. He was the first clone to have green eyes, so before clones started really individualising themselves, he was somewhat ostracized and teased by his brothers and trainers (all of this making him really paranoid of people who are genuinely nice to him). (Side note: Glint, for a really long time saw his eyes as something to be ashamed of, while Jewels embraced his blue eyes because it made him stand out from other clones which is good for commanders.) Now that he’s off Kamino and around clones that all change some aspect of themselves, he’s able to try relaxing.

Aspen, CT-6502. In Jag’s squad. Aspen should actually be a sergeant because he’s really good tactically on the field, but isn’t because he passes every time a promotion comes up. He’s really struggling to even handle being a trooper and living, he doesn’t think he’d have the ability to take care of a whole squad (which is why Glint would be acting sgt. if Jag died on the field). The whole left side of his face and some of his side is burned badly due to his first squad’s gunship being shot down and exploding during battle. He struggles with a deathstick addiction and while deep down he does truly care, he’s really apathetic and it’s hard for him to care beyond the required mission.

Riff and Raff, CT-4985 and CT-4986. They are tubemates and got their name from a trainer calling them riff raff. They’re somewhat pranksters and like to break the tension and help their brothers calm down and relax. Riff has a tattoo for Isk (galactic basic ‘i’) while Raff has a tattoo for Aurek (’A’), both have it on the left side of their neck. They kept the standard haircut and even as clones, are practically indistinguishable from each other (Jewels made them paint their armor differently so he’d be able to identify them on the field). They border unhealthily codependent as they work extremely well together but when separated they fall apart and you’ll never see one without the other.  (If you’ve ever read Percy Jackson, they’re like the Stoll twins.)

Swear, CT-498. (I actually forgot to include him on my line-up D:). He’s the second oldest right after Siege, but as a sniper he doesn’t fit leadership role very well. He’s technically under Siege and in the 604th, but is 1) treated like a lieutenant in terms of respect and 2) loaned out frequently to special ops mission as he’s a really fucking great sniper. like. one of the best. He got his name because even as a cadet he was constantly cursing and bitching about shit (it was always relevant and made sense, but on Kamino there was a lot to be pissed off about so). He actually almost took a name related to languages because he was alway he’s always learning new languages for the sheer sake of having the right swear word.

And them the kids. I apologize if you asked and expected a few short sentences lol. And thanks to anyone who is actually reading this b/c that means you read about my clone kids. anyone have question PLS ask me im always willing to talk more!

[uldren-sov]

a second chance at ...

Just some musings.

Generally a “redeemed/LS” SW and a redeemed Arcann have quite a lot in common. So have some speculation in fic form!

The hologram blinked out of existence again as she sliced through it with the heavier training saber she currently wielded. It was 0430 and while her arms and legs were burning with use, the rest of her body leaden with exhaustion, Elora could not find the peace of mind to fall asleep.

Logistics swam behind her eyelids every time she closed them, the needs of now three separate faction’s call for aide rang in her ears at every quiet moment, and the constant warring with Valkorion - the perpetual vigilance she had to maintain against him - echoed in her thoughts, leaving her almost empty with the hole he left. She hated to admit it but the fear that he wasn’t really gone also lingered in the gaping wound he left in her psyche.

“And you, a lone Sith, betrayed by your master and left for dead,” his voice reverberated in her thoughts - a phantom of him reaching out to seize her by the throat nearly manifested in her vision. “I gave you a second life, anointed you my Wrath, forged into being worthy of the Eternal Throne. Without me, you are nothing.”

For a full year she’s been on this path of redemption and succeed through the Alliance, but lately with Vaylin, with Nathema, and even with Valkorion she’d been forced to face things she’s consistently overlooked. Her rage and her ties to the Dark Side which sought to consume her, her loss of Ziost and exploration of Nathema which reminded her the same void would be on her homeworld, and her place as Commander when Valkorion had planned on much of it. It had all sat heavily on her mind these past couple months.

She exhaled slowly in the empty room below Oggurobb’s lab, eyes closed, emptying her lungs with a low breath.

The thought passed.

“Again!”

The computer’s gentle, female-toned, voice reacted to her command. “Simulation Aurek-Ten booting. Previous iterations have seen a 10.5 second average increase in completion.”

Elora wished that the computers would be sophisticated enough to give her feedback, where exactly her attacks were lacking or where her form was off. She could only see the video playback and speculate on her own which was a recipe for making bad habits and mistakes permanent.

For now she attributed her poor performance to her exhaustion, but she’s had to fight in worse conditions and in more exhausted states. She had to be ready, just because Valkorion was dead didn’t mean others weren’t still out to get her. As she readied herself against the featureless humanoid hologram, which spun it’s “blade” and held it high at the ready, she almost believed her own excuse. It wasn’t paranoia and perfectionism when such things were necessary.

Four minutes and 16 seconds later, ten seconds above average, she spun and struck clear across and through the hologram’s neck.

“That’s supposed to be me,” a rumbling, low, voice intoned behind her. It was a statement rather than a question. In fact, the only question she had was how many of those four minutes had Arcann been watching? Or had he been watching her, silently, even longer and she’s been too sloppy to notice? Even in this pause the weight of her exhaustion seeped into her skin, into her bones. An explosion may go off and she felt as though she’d be dull enough to not notice. 

“It’s a recreation from what we gathered from video feed and from what I could recall from our duels. While the Jedi and Zakuulan Knights may teach me much about the Force, suffice to say none can match me in combat,” she replied matter-of-factly. It was an easy thing to say to hide the sinking suspicion that her martial prowess might be one of the only reasons she was Commander in the first place. She turned to face him, shrugging off the thought, and not wanting to give the once-Emperor her back. 

He was all straight posture with a hard, blue, and inscrutable gaze. She couldn’t help but feel as though he saw through her brusqueness, at least a little, with that look. Despite his serious demeanor Arcann nonetheless was more casually dressed than in the formal armor he normally wore. He gave a small bow of his head and she flicked her hand to beckon him closer. They hadn’t spoke one-on-one very often outside of official capacity, though she had meant to. She set the training sabers aside wiped her hands on her tied off training pants.

“I apologize, I hope I didn’t wake you in some way with my practice.”

“You didn’t,” he responded at once. “If you’re in need of a partner-”

“I’d rather not give the people here more images of us fighting; not yet, not even in this capacity.”

“I was not aware of the audience you have now.”

She smiled to herself and looked away, it wasn’t unkind but she was suitably chastised. He stopped before her. He was still rough in trying to engage the others, with so much bad blood between him and the Alliance she wasn’t surprised. But, she should have made a more conscious effort to have them appear as a united force, not only in battle but outside of official work as well.

“In private, then, I’d greatly appreciate the assistance Arcann,” she ventured with a far more tired a smile than she intended.

“I’m here to help the Alliance in whatever capacity I can, Commander. That means you as well,” he replied solemnly. The whole thing felt stilted, he was a comrade, an associate, and she didn’t have that same rapport she can drum up with most anyone else. Stars know she wasn’t the most genial of people, nor the most charismatic, but she felt like she still had leagues over him given sheltered life he must have lived.

She had to approach this like any other problem, it was just another obstacle to overcome. Besides, who else could relate to what they were going through? That was common grounds enough to establish something, no?

“I’ll keep it in mind. Though I imagine as former Emperor there are better places for you to help as well. For instance, I’m sure any help you give will be invaluable to rebuilding Zakuul; learning about it as well,” she offered.

“With all due respect, Commander, I await the day I can put my former title behind me. It’s not something I think you could understand,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. It gave her a moment’s pause to plan how to best attack this unfamiliarity between them.

She settled on a direct method.

“Please, just - Elora, and believe it or not, Arcann, I can understand that. Far too well,” she confessed. More than one way around an obstacle and she wasn’t one to shy away from a challenge. To his credit he looked perplexed but didn’t prod, merely waited if she chose to continue.

“My time as Wrath still haunts and follows me to this day. The first thing I had to try to prove, to still prove, to our allies and commanders from the Republic, was that I was no longer an enemy. To our allies from the Sith Empire I had to remind them I was no longer the executioner meant to kept them in line, no longer the thing that goes bump in the night,” she explained. The weariness in her tone bled from her physical exhaustion in part, but only in part. It had been a long fight to be accepted, one she still fought for.

“I remember what I read about you Sith and what my father told me of your role. An unchecked enforcer - beholden to no one in your Empire,” he said and she nodded.

“ I give you that I may not know exactly how it’s like to leave a galactic power I used to lead. But, I know exactly what it’s like to work with people whose family and friend’s blood is on your hands,” she said. She met his gaze with difficulty “We’re both dealing with that, at least. And now we do together.” 

“Among other things,” he replied gravely. There was a beat, a moment. “I noticed, when you - stopped - my sister. Your rage, your emotions were raw; a darkness I thought was only attributed to my father, took over you.”

“Another thing I need to work on,” she replied. It was hard listening to it said, admitting her fallacies not only to herself but to someone else but, hearing it was a relief. It needed to be said. Somewhere the stilted nature had gone - maybe misery just loved company.

“Yet you stand redeemed in the eyes of your followers. A worthy goal to have accomplished and one that still eludes me.”

“When I reach it, you’ll be the first I’ll tell. Until then - we both have much to do to prove ourselves. To…” she paused, it wasn’t helping either of them if she damned them both with even well-meaning words.”... put more back into the galaxy than we’ve taken, I think.”

She couldn’t quite read the look he had but he let his arms fall to the side. Maybe for a moment neither of them were up on a pedestal not of their own making, stained by the legacy of their station. They could meet somewhere in the middle and not have to pretend they weren’t as invincible as they both appeared to be.

“It seems I have much still to learn even now – Elora,” he struggled with her name and she smiled.

“You and me both,” she managed around a yawn. “I look forward to our spar, Arcann.” She passed by him with a nod, a bit of weight lifted from her mind despite her confessions. She hoped maybe she lightened a bit of the weight on him as well. Either way, it was something else they could work on.

No longer did they have to do it alone.