#nonbinary commander cody

[clownery-and-fuckery]

It's pride month so.... have my gay Bad Batch thoughts I suppose (based on vibes and vibes alone.)

Hunter:

Popular opinion that I agree with? Dude is FTM trans, and has the worst time with it bcus all his T-Shots were externally bought so the Empire cut his ass OFF. also. hes a little gay. A mini bisexual, if you would. prefers women by a long shot. (He/him all the way- he wont correct, but Wrecker will.)

Crosshair:

gay. gay. dude is a MAN kisser. hes scared of women. never seen a boob in his life and he intends to stay that way. he's The Homo of the group. yes, they do make fun of him for being a boy kisser. yes, they also make fun of him for pulling NO BITCHES EVER. (He/him too and he CARES. he will correct you meanly.)

Wrecker:

pansexual icon who will love anyone. He's also pulled more than Hunter, so, take THAT. He's a hopeless romantic who falls in love with at least ONE natborn per mission. He confesses this each and every time and has maybe kissed two people. He's always encouraged. (He/him mostly but he won't mind he/they, he'll just gently correct sometimes)

Tech:

oh. He's a true bisexual. A real man and woman kisser. Perchance at once if he's drunk enough. Phee and him look at hot people and go "Oh, wow, woa". He's the bi-wife. However, his acknowledgement of attraction only works for him. He'll acknowledge you're attractive, but good look with convincing him YOU find him attractive. As far as he knows, no one looks twice at him. (Also, his gender isn't real. Sometimes he's a man, sometimes she's a woman. Sometimes they're neither. It's easier to just say that Tech is Tech. Because how come Tech gets boobs AND a dick? Unfair. They/he/her)

Echo:

originally it was assumed that he was the token straight. Until they discovered actually there's no romantic attraction there at all so, Echo's our resident aro. He's dabbled in 18+ acts of course, but the attraction never went beyond that, so he vibes. He's down for platonic and brotherly affections, but don't you dare make a romantic gesture, gross. (He/him but... he did enjoy when people thought he a she when he was undercover once, so she?)

Bonus!!!!

Rex:

We found our token straight, lads. He's never seen a boob either, though. He'll get there, eventually. Very dense, very silly. He's too tired and busy for such things. (He/him only because he doesn't know of any other option)

Cody:

Now. I know what you're gonna think. Gay. But might I throw out a suggestion? Dude is just a mean bisexual. Heavy preference for men, but he CAN pick up a woman or two. (He/him, regs are borning/j)

Wolffe:

This guy. This guy gets uncomfortable when anyone who isn't his brothers holds his hand. THIS MAN is the true aroace of the GAR. he watches his brothers and he shudders. (though he Wonders. sometimes) he'll huff and puff his way through a romcom for the Wolfpack on movie night, I guess. (He/they only because he likes being an extension of the Wolfpack)

Gregor:

Pan-romantic asexual. Dude is down to date anyone, but the armour Stays On. He finds himself much more fulfilled with simple park dates and cooking at 2am, you know?? (ALSO they/he as per his identity crisis. He's a CLONE??? HUH???? wild)

Bly:

Another "token straight" but he'll never escape the bisexual allegations 😔 (because its true and him and his wife have so had a third party member before) but he's also rather curious. So. Bi-curious. (He/him)

Fox:

Oh lord. This man. Gay. He's gay but no one knows because he passes well. Also, ace. He's done his fair share of people, he doesn't understand the appeal. Down to make out messy in a closet though, he understands THAT. but nothing more. (He/him called "it" by the Senate and he doesn't care. But his brothers do.)

That's all you get. Happy gay month. If I missed someone you can ask and I'll give you their Vibes. ✨️

[kbirbpods]

[Podfic Link] | Length: 18 minutes, 27 seconds

Original Work: Ain't it a gentle sound by @other-peoples-coats

Clone Wars: Cody/Obi-Wan | Rating: G

Summary: 

She hefts the clippers again, and then pauses, flicks them off for a moment, and makes sure she's got the guard fixed on firmly. She doesn't mind going down to a bare blade; Obi-wan will. (Or; Cody, Obi-wan, and the queer domesticity of letting your girlfriend clean up your undercut.)

Notes: this was my 600th PODFIC!! so I took it back to my roots of my first ever podfic: a modern AU with trans!Cody & nonbinary!Obi-Wan, just in a different font 🧡 this was perfect and made me so so happy

[ebisul]

Fuck Marshall Commander Cody is transing my gender again

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Hey loves. Need a little art help, but not in the way you're probably thinking, seeing those words!

What word(s), phrases and/or quotes come to mind when describing Commander Cody's character?

I'm looking to incorporate a few adjectives or (preferably short!) quotes for some artwork I'm hoping to post on Cody Day (2/2/24); so any help from you, or the Cody Guys/Gals/Nonbinary Pals in your life, would be much appreciated. 🧡

Comment, reblog, tag a friend, DM me or send me a mouse droid if you have any ideas! Thank you!

[bleedingheart-s]

♡ howdy! i'm fawn, i'm 26, my pronouns are they/them and i'm way too obsessed with fictional characters! main is @ uncannily-adroit - icon by @/gh0stbra1nz and banner by me!

♡ this will mainly be a mishmash of blorboposting, self-shipping things, and aesthetics! this blog is also sfw!

☆ please dni: lgbtq+phobes, pedos, terfs, transmeds, islamophobes, zionists, antisemites, racists, radfems, ace/aro/nonbinary exclusionists, body shamers in either direction, if you ship or self-ship with real people, if you're an adult self shipping romantically with children, anti-self shippers obviously, if you interact with the h/arry p/otter fandom

☆ in addition to the above, i ask you don't interact if you ship vander/silco. i don't mind sharing vander with other self shippers, but that ship makes me extremely uncomfortable.

☆ i don't mind sharing f/os at all- you can even gush to me about them! spread the joy!

☆ please use tone indicators with me if possible! its really hard for me to read tone through text. i will do the same!

☆ i type in all caps a lot to convey intense emotions (positive and negative), if my shouting on your posts or in your tags makes you uncomfortable pls tell me!

☆ i will tag sensitive subjects as [ thing ] tw (no brackets), if there's anything specific i should tag let me know!

click read more below for full f/o, oc and tag list! (userboxes by ray-selfshipz and selfshipuserbox)

{ MY MAIN F/OS }

♡ vander - arcane (romantic)

♡ gale dekarios - baldur's gate 3 (romantic)- polyam

♡ halsin silverbough - baldur's gate 3 (romantic)- polyam

♡ the doctor - doctor who (romantic; eight is my focus but i talk about others occasionally)- polyam

♡ data soong - star trek (romantic)- polyam

♡ deanna troi - star trek (romantic)- polyam

♡ william riker - star trek (romantic)- polyam

♡ geordi la forge - star trek (romantic)- polyam

{ SECONDARY F/OS }

○ karlach cliffgate - badur's gate 3 (platonic/qpr)- polyam

○ wyll ravenguard - baldur's gate 3 (romantic)- polyam

○ lae'zel of creché k'lirr - baldur's gate 3 (crush)

○ shadowheart hallowleaf - baldur's gate 3 (platonic)

○ astarion ancunin - baldur's gate 3 (platonic)

○ jaheira - baldur's gate 3 (sort of parental)

○ minsc (and boo!) - baldur's gate 3 (crush)

○ nox - baldur's gate 3 (my tav- romantic)- polyam

○ kaylee frye - firefly (romantic)

○ river song - doctor who (romantic)- polyam

○ charley pollard - doctor who eu (platonic/qpr)- polyam

○ gwen cooper - torchwood (romantic)- polyam

○ lucanis dellamorte - dragon age: the veilguard (romantic)

○ samwise gamgee - lord of the rings (romantic)

○ titus pullo - hbo rome (romantic)

○ lucius vorenus - hbo rome (older brother)

○ usopp - one piece (romantic)

○ nico robin - one piece (romantic)

○ dr. james wilson - house m.d. (romantic)- polyam

○ abe sapien - guillermo del toro's hellboy (romantic)

○ demond hume - lost (romantic)

○ john locke - lost (romantic)

○ sayid jarrah - lost (romantic)

○ james 'sawyer' ford - lost (romantic)

○ obi wan kenobi - star wars (romantic)- polyam

○ commander cody - star wars (romantic)- polyam

○ anakin skywalker - star wars (romantic)- polyam

○ ARC trooper fives - star wars (romantic)- polyam

○ general grievous - star wars (romantic)

{ MY OCS }

♤ myri daraay - star wars

♤ lucia vorenus - hbo rome

♤ livia aldwir - baldur's gate 3 / dragon age: the veilguard

♤ nox - baldur's gate 3

♤ ledi - baldur's gate 3

♤ holly thorne - dragon age: the veilguard

[depressed-sock]

Masterlist for Sock's Star Wars Rare Pairs

Here's the main list for all the things I created for the Star Wars Rare Pair Exchange!! I'll be doing separate more detailed posts for all of these as well!

Reaching Through the Stars to Find You Safe | M/M; Agen Kolar/Jaster Mereel; Fic

Shooting Stars and Crashed Starships | N/F; Original Nonbinary Character/Original Female Character; Fic

Walk me back to the Light | F/F; Asajj Ventress/Ahsoka Tano; Art and Fic

Hard, the land we call our home | F/M; Shmi Skywalker/Jango Fett; Art and Fic

I kneel at your feet and ask you to bring me back to life | F/F; Asajj Ventress/Ahsoka Tano; Fic

Broken Deals and Weathered Hearts | M/M; Commander Cody/Darth Maul; Fic

Late Night Research | M/M; Nico Diath/A'Sharad Hett; Art

Bleeding Heart | F/F; Original Female Character/Original Female Character; Fic

What goes up Must come down | F/M/M; Padme/Anakin/Fox; Fic

Open your hands and set me free | F/F; Asajj Ventress/ Padme Amidala; Fic

My Bad | F/F; Shmi Skywalker/ Original Jedi Character; Fic

Follow me to the Grave and Rest your heart upon the Altar | M/M; Commander Fox/Maul; Fic

Then I set fire to our bed | M/M; Darth Maul/Dracule Mihawk; Art

Snatch and Grab | F/M; Alpha-17/Ahsoka Tano; Fic and Art

By the Flickering Moon We Dance | F/M; Mace Windu/Shmi Skywalker; Fic

Moments Away from Being there With You | F/F; Arla Fett/Shmi Skywalker; Fic and Art

So Many Sleepless Nights | F/F; Leia Oragana/Samara; Art

Breaking News: Duchess of Mandalore Caught with the Senator of Naboo! | F/F; Padmé Amidala/Satine Kryze; Art

[askthesteet31597fanonocs]

Star Wars Oc - Freji Tjr

Full Name - Freji "Sumin" Tjr

Species - Cathar

Pronouns - They/Them

Gender - AFAB Nonbinary

Sexuality - Bisexual

Age - 38 Years (Attack of the Clones)

Profession - Commander of 717 Brigade under General Cai Wen Kenobi (Previous General of the 717)

Adopted Fathers - Clah Bolo and Jyi Tjr

Wife - ????

Future Daughter - Jun Tjr

Best Friends - Cai Wen Kenobi, Obi Wan Kenobi, Alpha 17, Depa, Yujin Ghina, and Rzain Colati.

Close Friends - Cody, Mace Windu, Plo Koon, Wolfee, Jango Fett, Anakin Skywalker, Padme Amidala, Ahsoka Tano, Rex, and Satine.

Likes - Raw beef, fighting practice, wrestling with Jango or the clones, and cold climates

Dislikes - Palpatine, hot climates, Palpatine, carrots, losing the ones they love, PALAPTINE, and lose claw nails.

Injuries - Scar across face in a diagonal line, notch in right ear, scars on back from blaster shots, and large scar on left leg from a zillo beast

[night-terrors-official]

Star Wars moodboard masterpost

General:

Anidala childhood sweethearts/soft vibes moodboard

Obi-Wan Kenobi demiromantic bisexual & ambiamorous flag moodboards

Star Wars characters favourite color hc moodboards

Barrisoka lesbian & neptunic flags moodboard

Barris Offee demigirl flag moodboard

Barrisoka moodboard

Codex/Codyrex moodboard

Captain Rex gay flag & Commander Cody omnisexual flag moodboards

Clone Pride moodboards

Pan4pan Anidala moodboard

Echo aroace flag moodboard

Barriss Offee neptunic flag moodboard

Tech bisexual & nonbinary flags moodboard

Wrecker bisexual & demiromantic flags moodboard

Barrissoka “Ahsoka you useless lesbian” board

Rex & Ahsoka gay/lesbian solidarity moodboard

Lando Calrissian pansexual & genderfluid/bigender moodboard

Sister/Kix/Jesse moodboard

Obi-Wan Kenobi demian flag moodboard

Omega bisexual flag moodboard

The Bad Batch moodboard

Anidala demipan4pan moodboard

“Married on Mandalore” moodboard (for Codex Week 2025, day 2)

“Lovers in War, Lovers no Matter Where” moodboard (for Codex Week 2025, day 4)

AUs/OCs:

Lionel Saabem moodboard

Fic moodboard: The Legend of Lionel Saabem (true/happy ending)

Ben Kenobi-Saabem moodboard

Junior Chaos Trio moodboard

LionObi moodboard

Ken-Té Maroo moodboard

Forbidden Triad moodboard

Lionel Saabem pansexual & nonbinary flag moodboard

Prince Ken-Té Organa moodboard

LionObi moodboard #2

Padmé Amidala & Lionel Saabem pink/friendship moodboard

Wallpapers:

Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anidala wallpaper pair

Padmé Amidala wallpaper

Simple aesthetic Anidala wallpapers (part 1 - set of 9)

Simple aesthetic Anidala wallpapers (part 2 - set of 9)

Simple aesthetic Obi-Wan Kenobi wallpapers (set of 9)

Random Torchwood & Star Wars wallpapers (includes Padmé, Anakin, and Obi-Wan)

Barrissoka wallpaper

Barrissoka//Catradora wallpaper

Lionel Saabem wallpaper

Codex wallpaper

Sam Ryder & Lionel Saabem wallpaper

More moodboards in this category from other series:

The Crayon Box:

Obi-Wan

[RETURN TO MAIN MASTERPOST]

[three-fold-symmetry]

This cannot stand.

I fixed it.

[kbirbpods]

Original Fic: a poet's weapon by @flowerparrish on ao3

Relationship: CC-224 | Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi

Rating: General Audiences

Tags: Pre-CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, very very pre-slash, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Neopronouns, Mando'a Language (Star Wars), Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars), Clone Troopers Deserve Better (Star Wars), Trans Male Character, Trans Obi-Wan Kenobi, Trans Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Nonbinary Character, Nonbinary CC-2224 | Cody, Gender Identity, Clone Trooper Culture (Star Wars), Kaminoans Being Assholes (Star Wars), Pro-Jedi

Audio Length: 14 minutes, 37 seconds

Summary: "No group is a monolith," he points out. "It seems short-sighted that we assumed you would all use the same pronouns as your… template, I believe you call him?"

[starwarscolors]

STARWARSCOLORS PRIDE EVENT STAR WARS + NONBINARY COLORS — by @commander-codys

[darthskys]

Day forty-seven:

LITERALLY EVERY CLONE FROM STAR WARS: THE CLONE WARS IS QUEER

some form of (potentially trans) non-binary (at the least), in my opinion!

Calling Every Star Wars Character That I Can Think of Queer Because There Are No Cishets In Space: A Series

[mxartbotboy]

Hi everyone!

Welcome to my blog, the hub of my fandom presence online. I'm mxartbotboy, or Em (they/he). I'm a writer and poet, a sci-fi and fandom nerd, and a nonbinary trans man.

This blog is really me posting about anything and everything, but fandom content I primarily post about is:

Star Wars

Star Trek

Supernatural

Narcos

Miscellaneous sci-fi

I also post a lot of queer content and a lot of cats. This is not an NSFW blog, but I am an NSFW writer sometimes, so I politely ask that minors do not interact with me!

Blogs I run: @star-queers - the official Star Queers blog @aroalloenby - my aroallo blog @mishasgeorg - the chaos blog

AO3 Series Quick Links

The Typist and the Agent

Rating: E Fandom: Narcos The stories of Javier Peña and a DEA typist working in Colombia. This series is complete!

Taylir Ca'nara (Keeping Time)

Rating: E Fandom: The Mandalorian (LadyIrina AU) Moments of Din Djarin and Corin Valentis in a not-so-distant future. This series is complete!

today and tomorrow

Rating: E Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars Stories of Commander Cody and Obi-Wan Kenobi, featuring a trans Obi-Wan.

raise me from perdition

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This is a queer, trans, and Two Spirit positive, sex-positive, minority supportive space. I acknowledge the lands of the Indigenous people on which I live and blog from.

[mogai-headcanons]

Every single Clone Trooper from Star Wars is autistic, queer, and has PTSD. I'll go into specific troopers in a bit but I want to make sure I had this sent

(Don't worry, I won't do every named Clone, just ones that had more than one episode of focus within the shows, so that won't even cover all the Commanders. Also feel free to disregard any of them if transparents are too hard)

Clone trooper anon, can I also add that all the troopers are rabiespunk? Still working on the individual Clone headcanon list

Back on the clone troopers (assume they are all autistic, rabiespunk, queer, and have PTSD, but you don't have to include that since I sent in the headcanon of that earlier). Preferably use Clone Wars/Bad Batch designs over live-action or Rebels

Captain Rex is a butch pansensual biplatonic aroace autigender transmascfem nonbinary aroacegender gendersatyr clone with night terrors, chronic migraines, and survivor syndrome. It uses he/him and it/its pronouns.

Commander Cody is a butch gray-aroace cupiosexual veldian autigender transneutral nonbinary agenderfaun clone with night terrors, chronic migraines, chronic pain, and survivor syndrome. They use he/him, they/them, and it/its pronouns.

Commander Fox (red and white armor, there are two clones named Fox) is a gendervoid foxgender genderfox gendernull absentiagender aroace aplatonic gender apathetic foxkin clone with low/no empathy, chronic migraines, chronic pain, night terrors, depression, and dpdr. Fox doesn't care what pronouns are used for Fox, but prefers no pronouns among other clones.

Commander Wolffe is a futch wolfgender howlgender genderhaze aromantic aroallo bi transtidal zororic clone with low/no empathy, chronic pain, night terrors, survivor syndrome, anxiety, and is canonically visually impaired (disabled flag please?). He's okay with any pronouns except for she/her, and is testing out howl/howls pronouns.

Captain Gregor is a thistle femme transfem man pangenderflux genderfluid pan ace translunar transneutral kyureric clone with fluctuating empathy, psychosis, chronic pain, survivor syndrome, dpdr, depression, and a traumatic brain injury (possibly canon, but regardless disabled flag please?). They are okay with any pronouns.

Fives is a soft butch numbergender genderqueer guy genderflux audinic spacegender pan veldian demirose clone with ADHD, OCD, depression, night terrors, survivor syndrome, hyperempathy, and bipolar disorder. He uses he/him and they/them pronouns. They are twins with Echo.

Echo is a futch echogender digigender genderqueer guy fluidflux robotogender techgender electerin steerenic ply veldian-oriented aroace clone with ADHD, OCD, night terrors, survivor syndrome, dpdr, chronic pain, and is canonically an amputee (disabled flag please?). Xe uses he/him and xe/xir pronouns. He is twins with Fives.

Hardcase is a boomgender adhdgender adnurix autigender autix neurotix genderlight genderfloren clone with ADHD, survivor syndrome, and night terrors. He uses he/him pronouns.

Jesse is an audinic nonbinary genderfluid straightrian gai strayt clone with survivor syndrome, night terrors, and psychosis. They use they/them and he/him pronouns.

Kix is an audinic medigender medicalcoric autigender bluegender nonbinary straight transfem man genderlight clone with survivor syndrome, depression, hyperempthy, and chronic migraines. He doesn't care about what pronouns are used for him.

Tup is a ramgender droplen libramale waterren psychogender gendervague ply clone with survivor syndrome, depression, night terrors, psychosis, chronic migraines, and epilepsy. Tup uses he/him pronouns or no pronouns depending on the day.

Hunter is a nonbinary man who leaves his orientation unlabeled. He has chronic migraines, low/no empathy, synesthesia, and misophonia. Hunter exclusively uses he/him pronouns.

Wrecker is a boomgender explosivegender adnurix bungender veldian bunnygender clone with ADHD, chronic pain, social anxiety, a traumatic brain injury, and is hard of hearing and visually impaired (the last three are possibly canon, disabled flag please?). Bun uses he/him and bun/buns pronouns.

Tech is a digigender gendertech electerin psychiren logicgender clone who does not label their orientation. They have ADHD, OCD, social anxiety, and depression. Tech prefers they/them pronouns, but is fine with he/him pronouns.

Crosshair is a sharpgender gendernull agenderfaun genderfaunetflux omni clone with low/no empathy, chronic migraines, AsPD, and OCD. It uses it/its pronouns, with he/him auxiliary pronouns.

Omega is a femme intersex transfem audinicesse gendercute genderfaer clone who is questioning her orientation. She uses she/her, star/stars, and fae/faer pronouns, and fae is experimenting with other neopronouns.

Honestly I had more but I ran out of spoons, and these are the big ones anyways. Feel free to skip any if you can't find or make transparents

queued!

[generallynerdy]

Allowing the thought to stay the trigger, the heart to register its trembling (Grey/Depa Billaba ft. Caleb Dume)

Summary: “I’m not worth it,” Grey hisses through their teeth. “Please. Depa, please—” Their general, their Jedi, only shakes her head, her grip on their shoulders a death sentence. “I will not leave you,” she says. “Fight the voice, Grey. Fight it.” They sob and some part of their brain burns with the knowledge that little brown eyes are watching from the corner of the room. They scream, pulling against their bonds and the twisting darkness in their head. “I can’t. I can’t—” Something that isn’t Grey crawls under their skin and it speaks, twisted, Dark. “Traitors.”

Warnings: Mind Control, Violent Thoughts, Serious Injuries, Blood and Violence, Eye Trauma (not graphic but described briefly), Vomiting (in like one sentence, emetophobia gang rise up), Angst Word Count: 2,275

Prompt: Angstpril Day 3 - “I can’t.”

Author’s Note: more suffering! Yay! I like to think this ended happily but this is Angstpril so I’m not writing it lol. Also, I discovered that Kanan’s eyes aren’t actually brown, at least according to Wookieepedia but frankly that’s stupid as fuck so. Brown-eyed Kanan. And nonbinary Grey because I am apparently not the only one who loves that concept! (Also, sorry for late posting! I was unable to finish this last night :/ hopefully I can finish day 4 today as well and catch up)

Read on AO3

*

Good soldiers follow orders.

Good soldiers follow orders.

Good soldiers follow orders.

It's an endless loop in the back of their mind, an itch they can't quite scratch. At the Order, it breaks free and turns to a screech, a ringing thought that echoes in their head so loudly it hurts. They don't even feel themselves pulling the trigger, shouting for their squad to follow.

But when they finally come to, underneath the monster that's stolen their face, it's because they're standing over him.

Caleb. 

Commander Caleb Dume. Jedi Padawan. Traitor.

Ad'ika, their heart cries as they lift their blaster. Their shaking hands have it levelled at the boy's face, right between his big brown, tear-filled eyes.

"Grey—Grey, what are you doing? What—?" His pleading words are nearly unintelligible between his panting breaths. When the cold metal touches his face, he sobs. “Don’t! Buir, don’t—don’t—please—”

Their cheeks are wet. Caleb sees it and only sobs harder, afraid to move for fear that they’ll pull the trigger. With their trembling hands, the likelihood of a misfire is high.

Inside their mind, Grey screams. They claw at the walls of their mental prison, leaving their fingertips bloodied and their throat hoarse from their agonizing howls. The cell won’t budge. The chip won’t give. They can’t get out. They can’t save their son.

But someone else can.

A robed figure flies out of nowhere, tackling Grey to the ground and sending their blasters into the air with a flick of their hand.

“Caleb, the blasters!”

Depa.

General Depa Billaba. Jedi High General. Traitor.

Depa. She hates it when I call her General.

She pins them to the ground and presses the calloused pads of her fingers against their temple. Something like grief crosses her face. “Sleep, Grey. Sleep.”

The chip fights, but they don’t. They like to think it helps bring the darkness faster.

*

“Master?”

Caleb’s voice trembles when he asks, taking a hesitant step forward. Depa is still on top of Grey, catching her breath and making sure they’re passed out. She shuts her eyes tightly, centering her conflicted presence. Her Padawan needs her and so does Grey. This is no time to grieve for the rest of their battalion.

(She tried to incapacitate rather than kill, but they’re still gone. The light that she used to associate with them has been snuffed out by a strangling darkness that burns.)

“It’s alright, Caleb, they’re unconscious,” she says, mustering what little strength she has left.

At her word, he rushes over, clinging to the sleeve of her robe.

Any other day, he’d be indignantly distant, trying to prove himself on the battlefield and make Depa proud. But right now he reeks of terror and uncertainty. And she feels the same.

Execute Order 66, the Chancellor had said.

And then everything had gone to hell. The clones had disappeared, replaced by darkness, and the Master-Padawan pair had barely made it out with their lives. Depa hasn’t even been able to process the wave of lights being snuffed out in the Force and she knows her Padawan hasn’t either; his connection with the Force feels brittle and broken. The Jedi are dying at the hands of their closest companions, at the order of the Chancellor of the Republic, and the two of them stand in the center of it all.

“What’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” she admits quietly. She climbs off Grey and binds them with their own set of binders, something tight in her chest as she does. Then, she turns back to Caleb. “Are you alright? No injuries?”

He shakes his head and wipes at his eyes with the edge of his sleeve. “Just scrapes.” He glances at Grey. “That—That wasn’t Buir, was it? It felt...wrong.”

“Very wrong,” she agrees. “I don’t know what it was, but the Chancellor triggered it. We need to get off the planet.”

“Are we...going back to the Temple?”

Depa visibly hesitates. His face falls and he knows in his heart that they aren’t. Even if they did, there would probably be nothing and no one left.

“It isn’t safe. We need to lay low for a while and figure out how to save Grey,” she tells him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Caleb, look at me.”

He does and she smiles a little.

Even now, in what must be the worst moment of his short life, he’s ready to listen. He’s ready to do what he needs to.

She kneels down to meet his height, holding his head in her capable hands. “You will survive this,” she says like it’s a promise. She can’t say the same of her or Grey or anyone else they know, but she can promise that Caleb will live. Because she will die to see it through. “You will. Do you understand?”

Despite the fear in his eyes, he nods.

“Good.”

Depa allows herself a moment to breathe, but no longer.

“Now, we need a way out of here.”

*

Grey wakes to the buzzing of a ship and panics. The last they remember, they were on the surface of the planet, with Depa and Caleb and- oh, Force. Oh, fuck.

Did they attack them? Did they hold a gun to Caleb's head?

Their own is throbbing, something clearly wrong. Chills go down their spine as they sit up, finding their wrists held together by their own binders. They're on the floor of a cargo bay, in an unfamiliar ship, but familiar voices echo from down the hall.

"Master, they're awake!" calls Caleb after poking his head in.

He may not be showing it, or trying not to, but Grey can see the fear in his furrowed eyebrows.

He's afraid of them.

They feel nauseous at the realisation.

"Caleb—" they try to say. Their voice is hoarse.

Depa appears from the hall, a glass of water in her hand. She crosses to Grey, motioning for her Padawan to stay by the door, which he does without question. Kneeling before her commander, her lover, she examines their face. They can feel her prodding at them gently in the Force. She's trying to decide whether they're friend or foe right now.

“Are you with us, Grey?”

They hesitate, but eventually nod. “I think so.”

With a small smile, Depa helps them drink the water, but pulls it away quickly when it’s finished. She’s cautious and rightfully so, Grey thinks when they feel something in their head tug.

They must visibly flinch, because so does Caleb.

“Tell me what’s happening,” their general murmurs, putting a hand on their knee.

Shutting their eyes fiercely, they take a long moment to answer. “It’s—It’s hard to fight. It wants me to...to kill the trai-traitors,” they gasp out, finding the unknown force stronger when they speak that word. They open their eyes, horrified. “Shit.”

“You’re alright.” She takes their hand and starts tracing patterns. “Can you tell where it’s coming from?”

“No, but...kark, my head hurts. My head. I think.”

“Stay still,” she warns.

She runs a hand up their temple, her eyes shut in concentration. The Force prods gently at their mind and, when it finds the offending area, something burns. Grey cries out and Depa stops in an instant, pulling back with a fearful look.

“There’s—” Glancing back at her Padawan, she takes a steadying breath. “I believe there’s something in your head that doesn’t belong, Grey. Something physical, but it’s very dark in the Force.”

“Can we get it out?” Caleb asks, his voice smaller than he is, which is saying something.

She stands, frowning. “I don’t know. I’ll set a course for—”

Grey’s face twists as the thing inside their head roars to life. “Don’t—” they manage to growl out.

There’s a lot they can’t explain to Depa in that moment. For one thing, they’d like to tell her that if the Chancellor activated the thing in their brain, he might very well be able to track them or hear their conversations through it. For another, it’s quite possible that if Dark Grey—yes, they’re calling the evil thing in their head by that now—overtakes Light Grey—Cody would be rolling on the floor now. Is Cody alive? Is his general alive?—they might just straight up contact the enemy.

Even though they can’t explain all that, their beloved Depa Billaba stops instantly, her eyes shining with understanding.

“—somewhere we can lay low and find a doctor,” she finishes instead.

Dark Grey shoves, pushes for more information. It stabs at Grey, a physical pain that makes them hiss. Out of their control, they speak.

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

It makes Depa frown. She examines their face, watching as it shifts into something so unlike them it’s sickening.

“Good soldiers follow orders,” they snap again, like a mantra.

Dark Grey does not appreciate their plan.

Grey finally gets a hold of themself, dragging themself into consciousness with a heavy breath. When they look up at Depa, their gaze is determined.

“You need to leave me.”

“No!” cries Caleb fiercely.

Depa holds up a hand. “Caleb,” she warns, a reminder to mind his emotions.

He falls silent, watching his Master and his buir with something akin to horrified bafflement. Force, Grey has never seen him so openly terrified. Ever since he joined their little family, he’s been nothing but brave.

“I’m a liability and a threat,” they say, turning their attention back to Depa. “It’ll be easier to go without me.”

“We won’t leave you behind.”

They frown at her, lowering their voice. “He can’t die because of me.”

She doesn’t dare glance at Caleb, doesn’t dare give their worries away to the boy, who already has the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders. “It won’t come down to that.”

“And neither can you,” they add firmly. 

Depa’s expression tells them all they need to know. That’s one thing she can’t promise.

“He needs you.”

She huffs a rueful laugh. “So do you.”

If they could, they’d reach out to hold the back of her neck and keep her close.

Hold her neck and break it.

Grey flinches back. “No—”

“Tell me what it’s saying,” she encourages, reaching for them.

An agonizing pain rips through their skull, eliciting a scream. Despite the binders on their wrists, they claw at their scalp. The thought crosses Depa’s mind that she should stop them, but she doesn’t get the chance.

They drop their hands and gaze up at her with tearful eyes.

“I’m not worth it,” Grey hisses through their teeth. “Please. Depa, please—” 

Their general, their Jedi, only shakes her head, her grip on their shoulders a death sentence. “I will not leave you,” she says. “Fight the voice, Grey. Fight it.” 

They sob and some part of their brain burns with the knowledge that little brown eyes are watching from the corner of the room. They scream, pulling against their bonds and the twisting darkness in their head. “I can’t. I can’t—” 

Something that isn’t Grey crawls under their skin and it speaks, twisted, Dark. 

“Traitors.”

They lurch forward. Depa thinks they’re collapsing, but Dark Grey has other plans. They involve the vibroblade tucked into her boot, which is now in reach.

She never liked weapons that weren’t kyber-powered, lightsabers and lightsaber rifles in particular, but after a Separatist assassin nearly suffocated Grey right next to her, she became paranoid. Working through her fear was difficult, so her partner thought having a weapon under her pillow might put her at ease. For the most part, it worked. No one knew of its existence except Grey and she preferred it that way.

And now, CC-10/994 turns that trust against her.

With a fierce yell, he barrels into the Jedi traitor, ripping the vibroblade from its hiding place as she goes flying.

“Master!”

Before the other traitor can react, CC-10/994 flips the first over his shoulder, slamming her into the wall. Then, he flies at the smaller target, vibroblade tightly grasped.

The Jedi yelps and ducks his flurry of blows.

“Grey, snap out of it!” he says desperately.

CC-10/994 doesn’t flinch and leaps forward again.

“Buir! Buir, it’s me, Caleb!”

A single slash of the vibroblade has the traitor shrieking, falling back with an arm over his face. Before CC-10/994 can attack again, the Jedi Padawan throws out a hand, sending him soaring across the room. He slams into the wall with a vicious crack, all the air pushed from his lungs in an instant. For a split second, Grey rises again, ready to fight themself off, but it’s unnecessary.

Depa is there, shoving them into the cargo bay’s cell, ripping the vibroblade away, and locking the door behind them.

Grey collapses inside, gasping for breath and trembling as they stare at their own hands in horror. Blood stains their gloves. The sight makes them nauseous, so they tug the gloves off and throw them to the other side of the cell, desperate to get away.

It’s Caleb’s howl that makes them look up.

Depa is at his side in an instant but not fast enough. He pulls his sleeve away from his face and—

Grey throws up that time, into the corner of the cell.

Their blow struck true, slashing Caleb’s face from his right temple to the bridge of his nose. It’s a deep cut, one that goes into his right eye and bleeds profusely. The other eye, untouched, is blinded by tears.

“I can’t see,” he sobs, reaching for his Master, who reaches back. “I can’t—Master, I can’t—”

CC-10/994 lifts his head and smiles.

“Death to the traitors,” he spits. “Glory to the Empire.”

*

(Dark Grey uses he/him because Dark Grey follows orders, including gender assignments.)

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