#mimban trooper

[colleybri]

Cassian Andor taking on an Imperial garrison…

The subtle use of echoing lines in Andor (frequently right through to Rogue One) is so well done, and one example shows Cassian’s character development very clearly…

When Cassian is first being briefed by Vel about the heist on Aldhani, he reacts with horror at the news about there being an Imperial garrison nearby. Luthen didn’t mention it, and you get the sense that he might not have agreed to take on the job had he known about this extra danger . But of course, he commits and the heist is a success – of a kind.

But afterwards… he doesn’t want to do anything like that again. He wants to “win and walk away” to “somewhere warm and easy” . The irony is – his actions have helped to inspire Maarva, who refuses to leave Ferrix - while praising the actions of the “brave” “heroes” of Aldhani. She’s just indirectly praised him, and you can see that he’s delighted by a split second little spontaneous smile of pleasure that he quickly suppresses. Ouch. He’s finally done something she could be proud of, but he doesn’t want to give her a reason to stay so he has to stay quiet.

^ Awww 😞

But what’s really interesting is the editing in this masterful and moving scene. On Maarva’s words ‘If there are heroes brave enough to take on a whole Imperial garrison I’m brave enough to stick it out here” we see the flashback of 13 year old Cassian approaching the Troopers with a cudgel, revealing at long last the details of the assault that landed him in youth prison for three years and Mimban after that. The horrifying execution of Clem combined with the injustice and pain of his own punishment has not just traumatised the adult Cassian, it’s also made him somebody who will now avoid a conflict – and therefore the Rebellion– wherever possible. 

‘It’s all useless… it’s better to live!’ is what he told Luthen before Aldhani, but the precise placing of the shot here is very telling.

Cassian is starting to subconsciously associate that act with bravery rather than recklessness. He hates the Empire for what they did to Clem but it has so far translated to trying to ‘live’ and ignore them as much as possible; but his teenage self wanted to fight, to get revenge. Nonetheless it was an emotional response, an impulsive act that was not thought through. This is in total contrast to the calm methodical shots of Wilmon Paak preparing the bomb at the start of Episode 12. Wilmon is balancing emotion with rationality in planning his own revenge, in an arc which otherwise is like a replay of Cassian’s own.

Later in Episode 12 Cassian hears from Brasso his mother’s last words for him - all proof not just of how much she loved him but of how much she knew him too. He does indeed now ‘know everything he needs to know and feel everything he needs to feel’. His reasoning and his emotions are now able to work together to be that ‘unstoppable force for good’. He won’t be making emotional but futile attacks like rushing armed Troopers with a stick anymore. He will think, plan, observe and react. But he will act. He is not going to walk away any more. And he’s not going to leave loved ones behind if he can help it…

…Because in a final bit of lines-linking brilliance - immediately after hearing these words of his mother, Cassian prepares to go into the hotel, via the tunnels she checked were open, to rescue Bix.

Incredulous, Brasso says: “Are you going to take on a whole garrison?”

And Cassian doesn’t verbally reply. The look says it all. ‘I’ve done it before, twice, l’ll do it again, and I’m doing it now.’

It sums up Cassian’s arc so well. From oppression, to fighting back, to running from the fight, to taking up the fight again (now an even more exact mirror of Jyn Erso’s arc too). But this time… having learnt from experience. One lesson being: teamwork matters…

…Because thanks to Brasso and the riot the Troopers are ordered out of the Rix hotel, which is the Empire’s base. Making it possible for Cassian to extract Bix, with the “Imperial garrison” deployed elsewhere. A technique so effective, it will also be used on Scarif to give Jyn, K2SO and himself a chance to reach the data files.

“Light it up …

..Make ten men feel like a hundred “

And that’s how you make a realistic hero. Cassian is somebody who learns and grows despite some bitter experiences.

Better deploy that garrison, because Cassian Andor is taking it on.

[badbatchsprincess]

The Dark Room

(Inspired by @aynavaano 's Dark Paradise)

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I'm so obsessed with the fic mentioned above that I wanted to do my own spin on this amazing work! Enjoy!! and thank you @aynavaano for creating this spicy masterpiece

With the deep bass music thrumming through the floorboards, 79’s was busy as ever, with many battalions on shore leave, the club was packed nearly to the brim with warm bodies and the smell of Corellian fine liquor and Republic supplied beer. 

Binx squeezed inside, looking for the recruitment officer that had told her to meet him and the other civ medics to get to know some of the men she’d be shipping out with in two days. Of course 79’s was naturally the best place to meet the clone troopers without all the pleasantries required on base.  

She pushed through the crowd of muscular bodies, passing by the various cliques of clones dancing together until she reached the packed bar sliding between two men engrossed in conversation. 

Go-go dancers danced on some elevated surfaces showing off their fit bodies and sparkly outfits nearly mesmerizing her like a undarian serpent charmer. Binx had never seen something like this on the lower levels. Most of the bars were too seedy and sketchy to spend too much time in  anyways so this was like an entirely new world to her. The girls were beautiful.

“Hey! Binx!” She spun around seeing the Nat-Born officer approaching, waving a hand to her along with some other nats trialing behind. She took off towards them happy to see some familiar faces, “Hi!” 

“Saw you come in, sorry I didn’t know it was going to be so busy tonight, most the boys have come back to celebrate.” 

“Celebrate?” 

He smiled, “Yeah, there was victory on Mimban. Everyone’s relived to be home.” 

Binx looked around wide eyed. She studied the crowd watching the way the soldiers threw back their cups of beer and cheered. 

She couldn’t help but smile, their excitement was contagious. 

“So what’s your name?” One of the other civ-medics asked. 

“Binx!” She yelled over the noise, “What's your names?” 

“Coves.” 

“Locke.” 

“Layla!” 

“Rain!” 

Binx shook their hands in greeting, before settling into the booth listening to their various stories of their exploits while stationed. 

They were all telling her about their next adventures before asking where she was going to be placed, “I don’t know yet!” Binx replied with a shrug. 

“Hopefully you’ll be on a Jedi Venator, they’re usually the most comfortable. Field work is difficult.” Layla purred into her cup. 

“Hey, I like the field work! You get to see all the action.” Coves smirked. 

“Yeah, you would like that.” Layla rolled her eyes. 

“Hey,” A deeper voice with a mandalorian accent came from her side, “I haven’t seen you around here before… Care to dance?” 

Binx looked at the clone soldier before looking at her friends. Layla waggled her brows encouraging her to go, so she decided to say fuck it, and took the troopers’s hand. 

He smiled happily before dragging Binx out onto the floor, “I don’t know how to dance!” She laughed letting him spin her around messily.

“No worries! Neither did we!” He laughed bringing the medic closer, “So, you a new recruit?” 

“Yeah!” She smiled stepping to the beat, trying to move the way everyone else was. 

“Lucky me.” He moved to the beat, “Where you from?” 

“Lower levels!” Binx replied turning around to grind back against him experimentally. 

“Got a name, lower levels?” 

“Binx.” She leaned back against him feeling his warm strong chest against her back, “You?” 

“Fives.” 

“Fives?” 

“Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his head, “My CT number is all fives, so thats my name.” He pointed to some other soldiers in similar colors, “That’s Echo, Dogma, Rex, and Tup.” 

“I like your names.” Binx spun around to face him keeping him close. This dancing was fun she realized. He boldly moved his hands up and down Binx’s sides feeling the fabric of her clothes along with her curves. She purred as his hands confidently bunched the sides of her dress tugging her even closer. 

“Yeah?” He smirked pushing some of her hair back over her shoulder, “Wanna meet them?” 

“Maybe later.” Binx returned the smirk and pushed up against his body, liking the way he felt against her. 

He was ridiculously attractive. The holonet videos only did so much, but seeing these soldiers in person, it was actually stunning to see and feel how attractive they are in real life. 

“So, you’re in the medic program?” Fives asked swaying along with Binx’s smaller frame. 

“Yeah, I’ve been in school for a few years and I was offered the opportunity. I want to get off this planet and see the galaxy.” Binx studied Fives’ honey brown eyes. 

He nodded, “Looking to join the action?” 

“Not sure.” Binx shrugged, “I’ve never been in a conflict zone before.” 

“Well just make sure to listen to the captain and you’ll be fine.” Fives bent down to spin the medic around again bringing her ass to his front as he moved the two of them to the music. 

Binx giggled and laughed which made Fives smile in return. The two of them danced for two more songs before deciding it was definitely time for a drink, to which Fives lead her to the bar and shoved over his brothers to make room for her in the booth. 

He ordered something fizzy which Binx was pleasantly surprised by while Fives downed a shot of something hard. 

Binx’s attention was then brought to a group of rowdy soldiers who play fought by the back most part of the club. They shouted and shoved one another as a couple fights broke out making fives scoff.

“Probably fighting over some girl again.” He knocked back another shot, “Can’t seem to stop the fighting off the battle field either.” 

Binx’s eyes then trailed over to the staircase behind them slightly covered with a red curtain. She watched multiple people, nat-born woman, and clones ascend the stairs until they disappeared into a seemingly dark hallway. 

“What’s over there?” Binx asked pointing to the back of the building. 

Fives followed her finger and looked over the brawl to see the stairs. 

He smirked. 

“What?” Binx asked playfully. Fives just grinned.  

“That’s the dark room.” He picked up a glass of water and took a sip. 

Binx scrunched her brows, “The dark room?” 

Fives looked at the little medic with a mischievous grin, “Some nat-borns want to fuck clones. The dark room is an anonymous hook up. Totally pitch black in there, you can’t see a thing. Nat borns get to work out their kinks and the soldiers get laid. It’s a win-win.” 

Binx nearly choked on her drink. 

“Like a brothel?” She giggled. 

Fives laughed, “No, it’s not a brothel. Everyone’s a consenting adult. It’s just a place to blow off steam.” 

Binx then turned to face the bar and tilted her head towards Fives, “Have you been?” 

“Yes ma’am.” He replied. 

Binx finished off her drink and set the glass down. 

“Wanna go?” Fives proposed suddenly. He waggled his brows playfully making Binx suck in a gasp.  

Binx’s heart suddenly fluttered and began to beat faster than the music. 

She turned to face Five’s who wore quite the smoldering gaze which was suddenly fixated on Binx’s blushing face. He couldn’t explain it, but this little medic was quickly growing on him. Her eagerness to experience the world was attractive. She was damn beautiful too. His pants tightened slightly thinking about her plush ass up against him again. Fuck, he prayed she said yes. 

What Five’s didn’t know, was that Binx’s panties were growing wetter by the second. The idea of Fives having her in a dark room full of strangers, hot and sweaty, made her bite back a pathetic whine.

Binx thought about it, but the reality of her new job smacked her right in the face, “Isn’t that like something we probably shouldn’t do? I’m not a civvy anymore.” 

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” He winked making Binks chew hew lip. He reached over running his fingers through her deep space black hair making her shiver as his fingers teased over the delicate skin of her neck. 

Right as she was about to open her mouth to answer the clone, one of the aforementioned soldiers called him over. 

“One second, cyare.” He pulled himself from the bar groaning at his friend, “What, Echo?” 

Binks forced herself to take a shaky breath before turning back to the bar to order another shot for bravery. 

What the hell is she thinking? She could be fucking posted with Five’s battalion and would make everything complicated if she went into that tempting room, but somehow she was finding it more and more difficult to care. The longer she watched him interact with his clearly stoic brother, she couldn’t help but drool over his broad shoulders and battle hardened figure. 

Fuck. 

Binx grabbed the shot of whatever the hell the bartender had passed her, and knocked it back like a champ letting the burning liquid warm her throat and belly. 

She watched more and more people disappeared into the mysterious back room, and was starting to get antsy… and frankly… horny….

Deciding that life is too short, especially for nerves to get in the way, Binx decided she was going to be a proactive kind of girl. 

She peeled herself from the bar counter and began maneuvering through the crowd until she approached the soldiers in blue. Zeroing in on her target, Binx outstretched her hand and ran her fingers gently across Five’s back, subtly getting his attention, as she continued walking past throwing a seductive look over her shoulder at the man before beginning her climb up the stairs to the dark room. 

She briefly heard one of them mutter a low fuck, before she continued upstairs reaching the darkening hallway. 

She heard him arguing with his brother begging him to let him go which made Binx smirk before she pushed through the first door. She knew Fives was close behind which made her entire body vibrate with new excitement. She realized she’d never done anything quite as adventurous as this before, but something about all this newness in her life was making her want to take advantage of every single experience she could get her hands on, which included letting Fives get his hands on her. 

Once she pushed through that second door, she was entirely engulfed in darkness. This room was significantly different than the club. The energy was much heavier, and heady. Binx tried to take amount to adjust to the darkness, but she couldn’t, it was just that dark. 

Inside, there was the scent of sex everywhere and the sounds of pleasured moaning and skin slapping against one another. 

Deep vibrational music was playing making her entire body pulse. She heard the door close behind her, then the sensation of hands were on her and everything suddenly became hot. 

Binx let out a startled yelp as the hands began to explore. All over the hands wandered and then suddenly she was brought back up against a tall and muscular figure. She reached out in the dark trying to feel for anything, but she was suddenly met with the chest of another. 

“And who is this?” A very deep smoky voice snapped her head forwards. The man in front of her began to run his war worn hands over her shoulders up to her neck, brining his head forwards, he pressed his nose into Binx’s skin taking in her clean scent before licking up a stripe up to her pierced ear. 

She sighed into the touch feeling his silky hair dance against her skin. She reached up, carding her fingers through his. It was long. Binx then felt along his face feeling his sharp jaw line making him chuckle. 

“You smell so good, ad’ika.” 

“I found her first.” The man behind Binx, drawled. His silvery voice sent a shiver down her entire thumping body. He cupped her breast possessively making her moan and lean into his warm body. 

“You can share, trooper.” The man with the deep voice pressed a sloppy kiss to the woman’s neck making her melt against him. His arms wrapped around her body to support her as his incisions dragged teasingly against hear warmed skin. 

The man behind her snarled before relenting, “Yes, Sarge.” 

Sarge? Like as in Sergeant? Binx’s heart fluttered knowing a high ranking officer currently had his hands all over her, and his mouth. Fuck this was too hot for her to handle. 

“Relax, little one.” Sarge purred, “We’ll take good care of you.” 

She didn’t answer, she couldn’t, instead she just panted and moaned as the trooper behind her skillfully began to peel open her clothes. Skilled fingers undid her dress zipper until Sarge could peel it off of her. They worked like a skilled team as they stripped Binx down to her birthday suit. Once all of her clothes were on the floor, Binx was guided carefully down to the ground where she was met with a pile of pillows and more warm muscular bodies. 

She moaned out as another set of even bigger hands wrapped around her and cupped her breasts and massaging them, rolling and pinching her hardening nipples making Binx absolutely purr at their attention. 

“She sounds pretty.” The man currently pinching her nipples bellowed from behind her back. He certainly felt larger than the others. Binx wasn’t certain he was even a clone. But it didn’t matter, those thoughts were suddenly gone as more hands began to feel and touch and pull along her lithe body. 

Hands then began to push her knees up and further apart as someone neared her core. 

“Fuck, she’s wet.” The smoky voice said and Binx guessed he was the one currently nearing her core now dripping core. The suddenness of all of this was making her weaker by the moment. She couldn’t believe she was up in this room fucking total strangers. 

She leaned back into the large man pinning her to his front while the others maneuvered around her. 

Her chin was suddenly gripped before being turned to the side to be met with soft skilled lips. Binx moaned into the strangers mouth letting him take control of the kiss while the sergeant cupped her pussy. The hand on her chin traveled down to her neck where he applied delicious pressure making Binx squirm around in their possessive hold.

She moaned some more into the kiss as sarge began to finger her and prepare her while the others stimulated her body. 

“Move over.” A different man now approached from her side to knock the one kissing her away. Her chin was grabbed once again, and angled to meet the new trooper. He was a lot less demanding than the other, and much more calculated as his tongue entered her mouth to explore. 

Sarge then leaned forwards to bring his mouth to her cunt where he pressed sloppy kisses to her clit making Binx buck against him desperate for more. 

“Fuck, please!” She bit out and squirmed. 

They just chuckled and huffed a laugh before continuing their onslaught. 

As sarge continued to lick and suck on Binx’s dripping core, her hand was guided to one of their fronts where she grasped a hard and hot cock. Binx gasped feeling its soft hardness as he began to stroke it slowly. She squeezed and pumped it feeling the trooper lurch forwards chasing the sensation. 

Her other hand was guided to another, and then the first trooper gently lead her chin in the direction he wanted. She leaned forwards to open her mouth and experimentally lick his tip. He groaned quietly as she then took more of him inside her mouth. 

“Fuck, her mouth feels good.” The silvery voice above her fisted her long hair, and guided her as he trusted faster into her waiting mouth. 

Binx tried her best to suck him off despite the awkward angle. 

She continued to jerk off the other man while Sarge now lined himself up with her entrance. 

The man underneath her, shifted suddenly. 

“Plan 25.” One of them barked and suddenly there was a whirl wind of motion. 

Bodied rearranged themselves while, Binx was suddenly flipped onto her hands and knees and planted firmly on the pillows below. 

Someone was behind her and in front of her now, and both cocks suddenly were pushed inside of her. Binx groaned around the cock in her mouth as the man behind her filled her to the brim. 

Once again, that same hand threaded through her hair to guide her pace. Binx hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head this time, doubling down to blow him better. He growled chasing his high while the man behind her plowed into her mercilessly. 

Binx had to use every muscle she has to combat his thrusts before she was pushed too far onto the man in front of her accidentally gagging on the thick cock in her mouth. 

“What a good girl.” The sergeant spoke from behind her. 

She whimpered pathetically as the sergeant slithered his hand between her damp thighs to rub little circles on her throbbing clit. 

Binx cried out feeling her own orgasm approach rapidly while the others did too. The man inside her mouth suddenly thrust forwards one last time shivering while cumming into her waiting mouth. Binx swallowed his cum eagerly, and licked him clean before starting to swivel her hips back against the sergeant making him squeeze her hips even harder trying to control himself. 

“Fuck.” He bit out. 

Suddenly there was a new man in front of her. Binx was guided to his leaking cock where she opened up her mouth for him to push forwards. He sighed feeling her warmth surround him as she got to work. 

Sarge suddenly stopped his thrusts and surged forwards pumping his seed inside the deepest parts of Binx’s pussy. Sarge bowed forwards until his chest was resting on Binx’s arched spine. He pressed a few sloppy kisses on her shoulder before sitting up and pulling out letting a stream of his cum drip down her thighs. 

“Mmm, my turn.” The fourth said excitedly before shuffling in behind her. 

Binx was too busy sucking off the soldier in front of her to realize that the other man’s mouth was suddenly on her, licking her cunt like a desert. 

She yelped as he ate her out from behind with no abandon. His tongue lapped at her clit and messy entrance making her shudder. He didn’t seem to give a fuck about his sergeant’s cum leaking out of her making her thrum with excitement. 

“You ready, pretty girl?” He asked. 

She made a face at the pet name knowing he can’t see her, or even know what she looked like, but she didn’t seem to care. 

Binx muttered a “Mhmm.” 

Before she knew it, she felt the thickest tip she’s ever felt in her life nudging at her entrance. 

Binx squirmed around a little nervous at what she was feeling. 

“Easy, mesh’la.” Sarge’s voice cooed from the side as his calloused hands petted her spine trying to calm her. 

The one behind Binx began to push forwards stretching her impossibly wide as his cock breached her small entrance using sarge’s cum as lube. 

“Fuck!” She cried out feeling her legs start to turn to jelly as she was impaled on his monstrous cock. 

Binx heard the others let out a quiet chuckle as she struggled to adjust to his size. Clearly this has happened before…

Damn he was big. 

Feeling her start to adjust, Binx bent forwards again to search out the other solder in front of her. Once she found him, she ran her hands along his sculpted abdominals making her flush. Fuck, were all troopers this cut? She was mesmerized at the sinew muscle covering his entire frame.

Then there was movement and Binx cried out again as the one with the massive dick started to thrust slowly. 

Binx whined feeling absolutely overwhelmed with pleasure. Every single nerve inside her was being stimulated and she shuddered in his grasp. She was thankful he was there to hold her up because she’d be face first in the floor right now if it wasn’t for him. 

Meanwhile, the soldier in front of her seemed like the most patient. He allowed her to get herself back together before helping her find his aching cock. She once again hollowed her cheeks and began to suck diligently, determined to make him cum too. 

She felt him begin to stutter and then her mouth was suddenly filled with salty cum. Binx moaned as he came swallowing everything he gave her. She pressed a kiss to his abdomen before he retreated leaving her to be fucked boneless by Mr. Big Cock. 

Binx’s wines flooded the entire room as she began to quake in his hold. Her orgasm took her by storm as she came around his length feeling a sudden burst of liquid from her core. 

“Hell yeah!” He cheered feeling Binx squirt all over him, “Add another point, Tech!” 

“You have an anatomical advantage, this competition hardly makes sense.” 

Binx was too blissed out to hear a damn thing. All she remembered was more hands finding her skin and bringing her to another blinding orgasm. 

The rounds began to blend together as she would be flipped onto her back, brought to her knees, standing on occasion, or the big man would pick her up and carry her around like a rag doll. And She had one mind blowing orgasm after another. Never in her life had she felt pleasure like this… her mind was barely cognizant. 

By the time Binx had had it, and the troopers seemed sated, she wandered back to where ever her clothes had been dropped. She picked up whatever fabrics she could find and threw them on. Was she supposed to say something? Or just leave? 

She realized saying something would probably take away from the anonymity of it all, and decided on the later. Clearly people only came here for one purpose…

Pulling on a random pair of someone’s cargos, and whatever t-shirt she could find, Binx stumbled out of the dark room feeling all the cum dripping out of her still. She had to take a few moments to regain her eye site in the dim hallway before trying her best to walk normally down the stairs.  

When she re-enetered the club, she made for a quick exit so no one could see the state of her, especially her new friends at the medic unit. 

Grabbing a cab, she headed straight home knowing she’d be sleeping until she shipped out…. 

~ Two days later ~

Feeling refreshed and rested, Binx reported in for duty at the GAR main hangar to find her assignment for the next 6 month campaign. 

She straightened out her medics uniform and clutched her personal effects bag closely as she waited for the recruitment officer to hand her, her data pad. 

She prayed her makeup covered up the love bites and bruising decorating her neck, that for the life of her, she couldn’t get rid of in time. The bacta only worked so fast and who ever had made them, had made sure they’d leave their mark. 

“Alright, Layla you’re on base duty and processing. Coves you’re with the 212th and Binx, you’re with…” He double checked the information seeming to be slightly confused, “You’re with Special Forces, Clone Force 99… the Commandos.” 

“Newbie gets all the action.” Coves groaned clearly disappointed with his assignment. 

“Alright you all know where to go, Binx come with me.” The recruitment officer lead her down the tarmac towards a much smaller omicron attack vessel nestled in it’s own area of the hangar.

The Havoc Marauder. 

She’s seen holonet specs of their ships before. Her heart fluttered with excitement knowing She’d be diving head first into all kinds of foreign places. The special forces units always got to go on exciting missions. 

“Alright, Binx there ya go!” The recruitment officer turned on his heel to walk away leaving the medic a little perplexed and alone. So much for introductions. 

“Umm.” She whipped her head around back to the ship before watching her officer disappear into the distance, “Alright…” 

She turned back to the ship to walk forwards noticing that the boarding stairs were down and there was some commotion coming from inside. 

Stepping forwards, Binx approached the ship, only to be stopped in her tracks when a tall goggled man came trotting out of the vessel while an equally as tall silver haired man flicked a tooth pick at him complaining about something. 

They didn’t look like clones. 

They stopped whatever they were talking about when the silvery one locked eyes on Binx. She stood there staring right back at them still clutching the strap of her duffle. 

Then another man popped his head out from the ship’s door, “What-are-ya lookin at? Ooohhh…” The big man stood fully up right starting at the medic with wide eyes, “She’s Prettttyyyy….” 

“You lost, kitten?” The silvery one plucked a fresh pick into his mouth crossing his arms. 

Binx bristled squaring him up and resting her hands on her hips defiantly, “No, I’m your new medic.” 

The silver haired one raised a brow skeptically. 

“It would appear that information is correct.”  The goggled one answered looking at his data pad. 

“What the hell is taking you all so damn lo-“ 

That voice…

Binx’s body reacted immediately. 

Her heart began to race and her core made a traitorous pulsing sensation as her heart sunk into the absolute pit of her stomach. 

“Sarge?” The big one looked to their leader confused at the sudden change in behavior. 

…Fuck…

“I believe there was a mistake.” Binx began to back peddle. 

The silver one suddenly made a mischievous face and turned to their leader, “What, you fuck her or something?” 

They all did. 

Sarge just continued to stare at Binx smelling her very distinctly delicious scent he’s been trying to chase the traces of on their clothes for the past 48 hours. Fuck she was the woman at 79’s they spent hours debauching the other night before shipping out… 

Binx however, was having flashbacks to the night int he dark room. That silvery voice and his possessive hands. The politeness of the goggled one, his properness seemed to predominant, then the large one. Binx had to swallow thickly remembering how much he had stretched her and fucked her into another universe. She could still feel the soreness as she stood there before them.

Sargent cleared his throat and descended the stairs. 

“Apologies.” Sarge approached the medic, “I’m Sergeant Hunter, and this is Clone Force 99.” Okay, so he’s going with the oblivious route… 

“This is Crosshair, Wrecker, and Tech.” He held out his hand to shake, which Binx took hesitantly feeling his familiar hands again made her struggle to breathe. 

“I’m Binx, your new medic.” 

“I wasn’t aware we were being assigned a medic, it was a bit of a shock.” 

Binx smiled awkwardly, “Understandable.” 

The two of them exchanged knowing looks briefly before he turned back to the ship, “I’ll show you around, we’ll have to figure out a bunk situation for you it’s a smaller ship than usual…” 

She followed behind Hunter noticing the way Crosshair eyed her closely as she passed by. 

Once she entered the ship, she first noticed the smell, then the disorderliness of the place. Hunter brought her towards the back showing her all of the compartments, the bunks, the gunner’s mount, the under belly, then finally the fresher before leaving her to settle in. 

Binx realized the big one, named Wrecker, was uber curious about her. He watched her with child like fascination as she settled in. Meanwhile, the sniper named Crosshair was making her a bit unsettled. He watched every little micro movement she made as she tried to familiarize herself with the ship. 

She remembered how passionate his kisses were and how possessive his hands were on her body, she were certain it was him who had choked her and fucked her face after attempting to claim her all for himself before Hunter had ordered him to share. That little tidbit of information made her body shiver.

Binx shuddered thinking about it. She could still feel the ghost of his touch on her skin. 

“Take a picture it will last longer.” She barked out playfully as he unpacked her clothes. The sniper behind her didn’t made a sound as he peeled himself from the wall. 

Without an invitation, he reached forwards taking Binx by surprise as he yanked back the collar of her uniform revealing the various love bites both him and Hunter had marred her with. 

“Well aren’t you an adventurous little kitten.” He snarked. 

She smacked him away readjusting the fabric. 

“Hunter’s too polite.” He smirked cornered Binx towering over her, “But he recognized your scent the second he saw you…” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Binx raised a brow.

Crosshair hummed and shifted the toothpick in his mouth, “And I remember putting my mark right about here…” He poked her neck right where the makeup was caked on, “You and Hunter can play dumb all you want… but know that I know.” He smirked making Binx’s core pulse. 

He looked down at her like he knew exactly which memories were playing in the forefront of her mind at this very moment. 

Crosshair then crossed his arms and playfully raised a brow, “I did find you first…” 

[therainjumper]

Clonetober Day 6: 224th Mimban Trooper

A dash of Halo 3 ODST against a very Star Wars background, how it could do?

[cortosis-ct]

Nightmares - 501st edition

"The—the mission, the one in our dreams… that never ends. The one in our dreams... Oh, brother." -Tup

(Coming from the interpretation of this quote that every clone has a recurring nightmare of his worst mission or battle.)

Rex: It changes often for Rex. There always seems to be something worse waiting around the corner. He already has the nightmare as a cadet. The longnecks putting him through endless check-ups and tests to see if he's worth the investment. Later he dreams about his merciless training. Then there's the first battle of Geonosis. More missions, one worse than the other. Zygerria gives him nightmares about being tortured and abused. After Umbara his nightmare stays the same gruesome battle aftermath of brothers he shot himself, until order 66 comes around. The mission in his dreams doesn't change after that, ever. Always the same ship, always the same words echoing through his head. Good soldiers follow orders. He can still hear them over the screams.

Jesse: He dreams about the Battle of Mimban. He lost two of his batchmates in just one day, both dying in his arm only few hours apart. The mission of his dreams changes after Umbara. It's usually him, often next to Fives but sometimes with another vod, standing at the execution site and staring at a row of blasters while Dogma screams "fire".

Dogma: His nightmare is a training mission, one of the special advanced missions that last for weeks that only the better troopers are assigned to. He's good. His friend is there, too. More reckless than clever. Dogma learns the hard way why rules and regulations are important to follow. He wishes he'd been more keen about it sooner to prevent a needless death. He's reminded of what carelessness can do every day in his sleep.

Echo: He's on Rishi Moon. He sees Droidbait and droids shooting, he hears Cutup's screams as the eel carries him away, he feels the ground vibrate as the base explodes with Hevy still inside. It's Fives' nightmare, too. This changes for them after Lola Sayu.

Hardcase: His first mission. It was a bloodbath, a complete fail with heavy casualties. He was fighting in the first row from beginning to end and saw everything.

Kix: He doesn't dream about a specific mission. The setting is always the same anyway. An improvised field infirmary in a stormy night. There's at least twice as many men as beds, everyone except him is severely wounded and he's alone to save their lives. The faces change. Unknown clones, people he's lost or saved, batchmates, friends, comrades, sometimes even his own general.

Tup: His first mission is his worst. Umbara. It's like jumpscares coming from everywhere. He's shooting, fighting, people around him die. Sometimes he sees his brothers' faces behind the Umbaran masks after shooting them. It's absolute chaos and everything's too dark or misty to see properly until it's too late.

Fives: The citadel. Each night he's back on Lola Sayu and fighting against battle droids with Echo by his side. His twin always dies, sooner or later. Fives doesn't know if he should love his nightmares because he can see Echo again or hate them for ripping him away time and again in the most brutal manner. He always has wakes up when the bomb goes off, soaked in sweat, without Echo.

[arc-77]

@elena-captain-of-the-stars continued from [here]:

"When we make it out of here, I'm going to kill that goddamn Inquisitor."

This was bad, incredibly bad. The two of them were shot down behind enemy lines on Mimban of all planets, with only a general heading to work off of. If he hadn't been in the cockpit when the missile came in and glanced at the screen, he wouldn't even have a vague idea of their exact location on the planet's muddy surface.

"We're somewhere in the southern marshlands. There was an outpost on the border the Army used to use for incursions into this quadrant, but without our longitude the best direction I can offer is to go north until we're back in friendly territory. Delivering the strongbox will have to wait."

It had been several years since he last set foot on the swamp planet, and he had hoped that time would be his last. The native red-skinned Mimbanese were some of the toughest guerillas in the galaxy, hiding themselves in the mud and springing out to attack patrols when they least expected. Though the intensity of the fighting had cooled down in the years since Mimbanese Liberation Army leader Iasento was killed — and thank the force he _was,_ because he knew everything about guerilla warfare that Fordo did and more — the planet would never truly be free from war for as long as the Imperial Occupation continued. Clearly the men that just tried to kill them had little regard for the Imperial declarations of 'victory.'

The Dark Trooper crouched at the body of one of the MLA fighters and began to remove the panels of thatched reeds that adorned them, beckoning Elena over to help with the dexterous task. "You're not going to get far without camouflage. Tie these to your arms and legs like they have."

[arc-77]

He glances at her upon the outburst, but resumes his actions just as quickly as he stopped. This was an incredibly dangerous game he was playing here. Her grasp on reality seemed tenuous as best, no matter how she tried to fight against the delusions. She might kill him over some unknown provocation, one completely within her mind. Or maybe just because it would be the smart thing to do.

What was he even doing here? Did he have a plan going into this? What happens after? He had chased and cornered her like a cat, throwing scraps of food at her, hoping it'll make her like him. She was no cat. She was a violent and unpredictable ex-jedi, traumatized to a degree few have ever experienced, sick in the head, seeing things that weren't there. Did he think he was helping her? If he hadn't confronted her in the first place, she would not have run herself so ragged to escape him. And if she didn't kill him for this, someone else in the Empire would for failing to put her down when he had the chance.

One step at a time.

Syndra. He searches his memories for any level of familiarity but comes up empty. There were ten-thousand Jedi then; he couldn't have known every one. Should he try and probe for a legion? No. It doesn't matter anyways. He would speak, and she would listen.

"I was an ARC Trooper — a Captain. Battles on Muunilinst, Hypori. Jabiim, Mimban. Coruscant. Fought just about everywhere, at one point or another."

Out of the pack comes a reflective aluminized emergency blanket, which he partially unfolds and nudges towards her, followed by a basic medpack and other small survival accoutrements. When it is finally empty, he places it on the blanket. The fabric bag would be a poor excuse for a pillow, but it was better than nothing.

"Worked with a lot of different Jedi. Obi-wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Bultar Swan, Shaak Ti — Master Yoda, a few times. Considered a few of them to be good friends, people I'd have laid down my life for. If I'd been there with any of them when it happened, I like to think I would have."

Fordo rambles for over ten minutes while the rations warm, wisps of steam rising from the flameless heater. As promised, he goes over what he remembers of the purge — how his unit was not attached to any Jedi when Order 66 came down from the Supreme Chancellor, now Emperor. How he did not learn the full extent of the damage until almost a day had passed. The immense uncertainty of that transitional period. He fills her in on the information he's pieced together since. The existence of the control chips, thanks to his Clone contacts in the Rebellion, and how his batch never had them. Emperor Palpatine's nature as a Sith Lord, and the likelihood that this had been planned since the GAR's very creation.

He neglected to shield his mind from the force's influence, allowing her, were she able, to glean his intentions and whether or not he believed what he said. His presence in the force had lost its intensity, now merely warm, crackling coals, glowing like a campfire in the dim crevice.

The aroma of fragrant spices fills the air as he cuts open the fully heated retort pouch. It's a meaty, goulash-like stew that must smell utterly intoxicating on a nearly-empty stomach. In a smaller pouch is a warm, fruit-filled pastry. He sticks a plastic spoon in the stew and pushes the food over to her, before tending to some trail mix himself.

"Picked these out of my stash, a few of my favorite menu items. Tastes better than the living force, I hope."

The first thought to hit her mind is she doesn't recall ever seeing any of them reaching the golden years to gray like that. Weathered and wrinkled, it's a far cry from the fresher faces she saw during the Clone Wars. But by now? That was so long ago wasn't it? Despite the wandering mind, her gaze is no less transfixed. The hatred does not quell itself from her mind as those burning eyes remain aware, never leaving his presence even as he begins to drag out all manner of objects to prepare.

What was he doing? What was his game?

She tries still to probe his mind, to find a way in to lurk and gain answers that plague her terrorized mind. At first she does not speak, she does not reach for the nourishment that her body practically begs for. Huddled where she was, she remains completely still. Too long without food, too long without sleep. Her bond with the Force could only keep her sustained for so long.

Matted damaged hair hangs stiffly in front of her face. Gloved fingers gripping at the curve of her own knees. The hunter is vulnerable, weakness exposed, and that aching part of her mind that feels the ever present pull of the Dark Side calls to her. To indulge in that hatred, to take advantage of this lapse of judgement and remove his head from his shoulders.

But her body is worn. Weary. Cautiously, eyes still not faltering, she reaches for the energy bar left at her side. Wasting no time ripping into it like the animal she had become. Scarfing through it, and her body properly reacting to being so neglected in the chase.

He's going to kill you. The voice says. He's going to do what all of the others did and you won't be able to stop him. Her jaw tightens, her features visibly bristle. Struggling with this, she clashes at odds with the things her mind wants her to do.

'Are you going to let him just sit there? Are you going to give him the chance he's looking for?'

"Shut up!" She looks off to her side, away from the both of them, spitting venom at a presence that's not there. Before a moment passes and she pounds at the top of her head with the balled up fist not holding onto that energy bar. Trying to find her barings. Trying to figure out if he was even really here... Silent for another beat.

"Syndra."

[coaz-photography]

I was never much cared about casualties. It’s war, people are going to die. Any general who concerns himself too much with the lives of those below him is just going to get more men killed. I earned my position and I was employed by the Empire to win battles, not concern myself with the machinations of dropouts and criminals.

- General Carner

[starwarsyeahboi]

My top five stormtrooper variants!

While I might like clones more than stormtroopers I do love some of the designs!

5:

The range trooper! I wish we could’ve seen these guys kore in solo because I love the design! I love the bulkiness of it with the thick clothes and fur. The boots are also a very cool concept that we’ve never seen before!

4:

The shadow stormtroopers! I love the reflective-ness of the armor as well as the silver accents on the the teeth on the helmet. The pauldron is also a nice touch to add to a elite stealth trooper!

3:

The mimban stormtroopers! These guys are also from solo and looked amazing! I love the capes, ammo packs, the and backpacks you see on different troopers in the movie. The weathering is amazing and the modified helmet gives it a nice WW1 touch! Very gritty and real!

2:

Probably not expected to be this high up but I absolutely love the hovertank troopers design! Rouge one had so many amazing trooper variants but what sold this trooper design for me was the helmet. I love it’s triangular shape and the whole design is amazing.

1:

Number one goes to yet another solo trooper! The mud trooper! I adore this design and it’s steampunk esque gas mask and googles. Like the mimban stormtrooper I love the ammo packs and capes as well as the dirtied up clothes below the armor. This armor really feels gritty and warlike and i love it. The whole story behind the mud troopers is amazing as well

Honorable mention goes to the Jeddah patrol trooper!

This guy didn’t make the cut because he’s basically just a new sand trooper. That doesn’t mean I don’t like the design though! I love the new rouge one stormtrooper armor and the added backpack and pauldron really make this guy stand out

[thecasualtrooper]

Reinventing The Shocktrooper (Drop Pod Battle On Sullust)

[fakegingerrights]

Kiss and Tell ~ Fives

[Enemies to Lovers? I'll raise you another: Enemies and Lovers. Fives x Smuggler!reader]

For all your time, you never quite got used to Republic cells. They were just cold metal and a bench, the red of the rayshield casting an eerie glow over everything as you lay on your back in the middle of the cell, hair splayed out around you. You hear clone voices outside your cell and grin slightly as the rayshield goes down and a familiar armored figure leans against the frame of the cell door.

"I must say, the CIS cell I was in the other day was much more comfortable than this one. They gave me a blanket and there were fresh flowers and a window and everything." You say, looking at the grey featureless ceiling.

"Yeah? Did they catch you with the same contraband we did?" Fives's voice is dry, humoring you.

"Pfft, contraband. No, they wanted me for my connections to the GAR." You spit back, leveling a glare at the ARC trooper you so often dealt with.

A flash of worry crosses Fives face, then he rolls his eyes. "I'd hardly call stealing our medical supplies and weapons on a regular basis 'Connections.' Those were going to support injured troopers on Mimban, you know." Something in his tone stings you.

"Puh-lease." You drawl, pushing up into a sitting position. "The republic is rich. Far richer than poor worlds in the outer rim. They can replace some bandaids and blasters like it's nothing."

Fives snaps. You don't fight as he grabs you under the arms and hoists you up against the wall of the cell, out of sight of the surveillance camera.

"Men are dying out there. My brothers. It could just as easily be me, Troublemaker. They don't have time to wait."

There are bags under his eyes, and his usually neatly trimmed goatee is shadowed by grown out stubble around it. His pale skin makes the 5 tattoo stand out like a bruise on his temple.

"Neither do the people of Lysatra. And you can fight seppies, they have flesh opponents to deal with.” You spit back. “The republic professes peace but all you do is turn a blind eye.”

“That’s not-“

“You fight the CIS, who were peaceful until provoked, but never the openly hostile terrorists. Death watch, the Pikes, The Hutts, Black Sun, Kessel, all of them have flourished.”

“You honestly think I have a kriffing choice? I get tossed around like a hot potato, always waiting for my next mission.” Fives sounds so tired. “And you aren’t making this any easier.”

“You call me Troublemaker for a reason. Now, are we gonna sit here and argue more or can we get on with this show, Trooper.”

Fives sighs heavily. “Always pushing your luck, Mesh’la.” He sets you down and leans against the wall above you. “I told you last time I can’t keep getting you out of this cell.” You smile coyly.

“Well, meet me on Nar Shadda in a week and I’ll trade you intel for a proper reunion.”

The corner of Fives’s mouth lifts and he tilts your chin up to kiss him, the overgrown stubble scratchy against your skin. He bites softly on your bottom lip, then something hot and metallic and distinctly not his teeth presses into your mouth. Fives squeezes your wrist slightly as you tuck the lockpick under your tongue and pulls away, kissing up your cheek until he’s right by your ear.

“Bay 7, I left your ship just as it was. Nothing has been unloaded yet. You have ten minutes, Troublemaker.”

“Thank you.” It’s barely a whisper as you slide your fingers in the gaps of his wrist armor, reveling in the small taste of warmth as your fingers graze his blacks. “I’ll see you on Nar Shadda.”

“You’ll be the death of me. I’ll see you there.” He pulls his wrist away from your grasp and stalks towards the door, glaring at you.

As you smile with the lockpick glinting between your teeth, there’s also the flash of something soft in his eyes.

[someinstant]

Finished my Yuletide story, so now I'm trying to figure out what I want to write next (it's going to be something ANDOR related because that's the only thing in my brain rn), and so I'm working on figuring out Cassian's Timeline of Trauma (tm).

Thus far I have it as:

* Kassa is born ca. 31 BBY on Kenari. Because if Cass is 13 when he's imprisoned the first time after Clem is hanged, and it's been 13 years since Clem's death at the time of S1, Cass is 31 at the time of ROGUE ONE, not the laughable 26 the post-ROGUE ONE material tried to sell. This is far more reasonable, and makes me happy.

* Something Very Bad happens on Kenari, ca. 26 or 25 BBY. (Based on the age of the youngest kids in the group, the adults had to be gone about 4 to 6 years before Maarva and Clem arrive on Kenari.)

* Maarva and Clem Andor arrive on Kenari, taking Kassa away from his sister, ca. 20 BBY.

* Clem Andor is hanged by Imperial clone troopers in 18 BBY. Cassian attacks them, is arrested and sent to Sipo Youth Center for three years.

* Cassian gets out of prison ca. 15 BBY, and is conscripted (?) or joins (?) the military (not terribly clear what side) on Mimban. He serves as a cook and deserts after six months.

* Speculation time! Cassian tells Luthen he was on Mimban for two year-- which is a lie. But it sounds like a lie Cass is VERY used to telling, and how would a 16 year old kid have the credits to get back to Ferrix anyway? So I figure he's not on Ferrix during this period. I think Cass spent 14-13 BBY picking up some shady skills. After all, he's a VERY good thief by the time we meet him.

* 13 BBY to 5 BBY: Poor Choices Ahead! I think it's at this point Cass comes back to Ferrix, and is a bit of a mess. Clearly has a relationship with Bix at some point which crashes and burns. Borrows a lot of money. Develops a bit of a Reputation. At some point, steals a Starpath unit from Steergard.

* 5 BBY, Cassian Andor goes to a brothel. All hell breaks loose. Five years later, a blue-eyed kid blows up the Death Star.

[therainjumper]

Commission work from one of my fellow Clone fans in IG. Sludge that is.

Love his design, reminds me a lot of Mimban troopers.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

WAIST-DEEP IN THE BIG MUDDY -- IMPERIAL ARMORED DIVISION EDITION.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on concept art (and end result) of a Mimban Imperial Stormtrooper, a.k.a., "Mud Trooper," of the 224th Imperial Armored Division, from "SOLO: A Star Wars Story" (2018).

Resolution at 1741x2872 & 1366x2048.

Source: https://dapsmagic.com/2018/09 & www.fxguide.com/fxfeatured/solo-a-star-wars-supervisor-rob-bredow.

[countessofbiscuit]

rising damp

Commander Fox Week - Day 7: Brothers | Hug Commander Fox & Commander Charm (OC) No Warnings Apply Teen, 1000 words @loving-fox-hours ​ (also on ao3)  A new garrison is being organized. What had been the responsibility of under-performers from the Coruscant Guard, seven-uppers, and units rotating in for refit is now the zero-fail mission of the Kamino Security Brigade. And Commander Fox gets to deliver the good news. . . .

Kamino could be many places. The snowbanks of Mygeeto. Pasaana, dry as bone. An earthenworks maze like Mimban. Its simulated environment capabilities were most impressive.

But it would never be Coruscant, and that was going to be a real blow to CC-4444.

“As you were,” Fox said, sitting down on his temporary desk to regard this young guardsman in his dress greys.

Poor bastard. He’d be in that drab color for the rest of his life.

A new unit was being organized. Its mission? Defend, safeguard, and monitor the cloning facilities of Kamino.

The Separatist attack two months ago had illuminated the need for a standing force on-planet. Profit margins on clones were too thin for a planetary shield. If anyone got past the fleet at the now-unsecret hyperspace exit—a valuable training ground in its own right—someone needed to have their boots on around here.

Major Melke, still on Kaminoan payroll, still as charming as an eel, was overseeing the project. It was mostly a copy-and-paste job from the shock, point-defense, and policing functions of the Guard.

And six months after leaving, Fox was back in Timira City, to be briefed on this new sister unit to the CG. His staff would retain all the datawork decisions and ultimate command; but for the first time in Guard history, opcon would be handed to a Jedi. One General Shaak Ti. She’d inherited a personal detail of Alpha ARCs, who’d inherited most of the training supervision from the Prime. They’d gotten wiped out. The only one left had requested a transfer and gotten it.

One less poor bastard.

Fox picked up a prepared datapad.

“Commander Cadet Charm,” he said, beginning to recite Charm’s record aloud. Like all clones, he’d been combat ready since seven standard; just hadn’t grown into the armor yet. Two years later, Charm had reached requisite dimensions and had performed to expected regimental command levels. Hadn’t come dead last—he was standing here—but these scores were landing places with Stone’s penal units nowadays.

“Passed ARF quals, got dumped from ARC, had your shock stripes to catch you, and you earned those with aplomb.” A pause for breath. “Survived the Opoko Tsunami of ‘76 and escorted the Prime Minister at—well, look at that, my passing-out parade. If memory serves, that was for saving a scientist?”

“Yes, sir.”

Lucky longneck. Fox set the ‘pad aside and crossed his arms. “Why do you think I asked you here, Charm?”

“I can’t begin to speculate, sir.”

Liar. But a humble one. Melke had cut a company from the upcoming command batch for a bonus exercise: opening Kamino’s locked doors and risk-assessing everything behind them. Charm had displayed the most initiative. And made the fewest derogatory comments, when others forgot Umbarans could hear your breath before you breathed it.

“The Guard doesn’t have the casualties to merit the pipeline of talent coming out of Timira,” Fox said, sweetening the pill. Dissembling a little himself. There’d always be room for excellence on Corrie; Fox would make room by shifting squibs back here. “You’ve been tabbed for command of the new Kamino Security unit.”

Charm’s face had remained at attention. It suddenly drooped well into unease. His gaze slid to the window. Then it slid back again, damp like the view. “I … I’d do dock security on Corrie, sir.”

They pumped Timira’s urban ops facilities with a potpourri of pollution and an unholy soundtrack of life on metal. Even the gradated air pressure was adjusted per objective. The marriage of the physical and simulated was almost seamless. Almost. Eventually there was always a door or a drain cover that led to nowhere. A blaster bolt that dissipated into thin air, lost to a backstop that mocked a clear horizon.

Rain, rain, always rain on the other side.

“Major Melke thinks you’re made for something better than checking manifests. This is a brigade-level command,” Fox reminded him.

“It’s Kamino, sir.”

Charm’s tone was plaintive, not shirty. But this wasn’t a negotiation.

“That’s right it’s fucking Kamino. Cradle of the Grand Army. Does that mean nothing to you? You’re a guardsman.” If Fox had a religion, that was its byword.

“I understand you, sir,” said Charm, above a sigh that discipline prohibited him from taking. “It would be an honor.”

To Watch and Ward. The Guard’s official motto. Unofficially, it was observe everything, admire nothing. Fox had found fulfilling that one a bit difficult. Senator Chuchi’s existence begged his admiration, as sweetly as she demanded his dances.

Charm would have to be consoled by something else.

“And an honor is all it ever will be,” Fox began, sternly. “You will be commandant of the fun police. You’ll process troopers that’d rather be shitcanned to a penal than come back here for special processing—it happens, though my staff does their best to make sure it doesn’t. You’ll get guardsmen rotating in because they fucked up, and they’re gonna be as happy as a bag of sick kittens about it. Brought a few platoons with me, in fact, for you to cut your perfect teeth on. The deadbeat SpecOps sergeants will try to pull all kinds of kark and you’ll have to tell them where their privilege ends. In terms of job satisfaction, I’d say commanding the KSB will be up there with rabid-nerf herding and wet-testing synthdroid cunt … and you’ll smell of tatsushi.”

Fox’s breath hadn’t been wasted. It’d blown the welling self-pity straight off Charm’s face. He just blinked and said drily, “Yes, sir.”

“So,” Fox said, willing his own blood pressure down, “on days like that, I’d see yourself over to the nearest nursery wing and pick up a little brother. One of the fresher ones. Round and dewy from the jar. And give him a hug. We don’t have any of them on Corrie.”

Fox held out his hand to the cadet. To another kid who was carrying a ticket in his chest that would never get validated. “Congratulations, Commander Charm.”

. . . . . 

(ao3) 

[coaz-photography]

Man down!

[dovetart]

Day 6; 224th Mimban Trooper OC I made. He is an older clone who served the Empire for a long while. I don’t have a name for him yet, but I hope to make a character sheet for him sometime in the future.

Day 7; 13th Iron Battalion from Jedi Fallen Order. Yes, that’s the clone who gave Cal a high five before everything went down hill 🥲 I like to think him and Cal were best friends before Order 66 and so I drew them with special Halloween themed donuts based off some Krispy Kreme ones I had in Japan.