#null trooper

[mamuzzy]

When ARC troopers feel threatened they raise their shoulder pauldrons like collared lizards.

[clonememesfrikyeah]

Scenario

Due to an employee error the ration bar factory accidentally laced all their product with space weed, what do you think happens to the GAR?

[nocturius8015ficore]

Kal Skirata, Jango, Orum Wa and the Nulls (by me, Nocturius)

Nocturius: Oh crap, I thought I've already shared that one here, but, hey, enjoy!

It's a piece I made on Krita last Winter. It feel aaaaaaaaaaaaages ago since do RC and TBB content (well... mostly memes tbh) on a regular basis.

It took me over 50h to do. 9 characters, Tipoca City and the work of light and storm. That was an hard one for sure! Still not 100% happy with the perspective, shading and composition but that's a ''me'' problem as an artist. I tried hard to respect the books description and also material from The Clones Wars and Attack of the Clones for the visual as reference pictures. I found some useful concept art online too. That was a very formative project. I think it was the first time I did piece directly on Krita instead of scanning a sketch. I was getting more confident with my stylet and wacom!

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Here some WIP, for the funzies.

Go well with that fine fan-made audiobook reading of that exact scene! (no need to have read the first book to enjoy ^^)

[artbypockets]

stupid star wars doodles 🌈

[nereiix]

A space dad and his favorite son.

I took some liberties with their armors. I made a mix of the canon ARC armor and the official representations I could find for Ordo. And I did whatever I wanted with Kal, because I can't imagine he wears the exact same armor as Jango but in gold. Added his Bantha jacket too, because it's implied he wears it on his armor (in this scene in Triple Zero where Darman is on fire).

Rough sketch under the cut.

[loverboy-havocboy]

ordo skirata for @mamuzzy <3

[babyscilence]

Kal if anyone disrespects a clone:

[roseaesynstylae]

So, the idea of the Bad Batch (minus Echo, plus Emerie) being the other half of the Nulls has consumed my goddamn mind. Therefore, as you do when an idea takes up residence in your frontal lobe for the foreseeable future, here's some headcanons.

The Bad Batch (except for Echo and Omega, who have no clue what's going on) hate the Nulls. As in, "murder on sight" hate them. From an in-universe perspective, there could be a myriad of reasons, ranging from feelings of abandonment to resentment over them having a better life. From a writer's standpoint, it's because I love me some good old familial dysfunction and angst.

The more...unhinged...tendencies the Nulls are known for manifests in the Bad Batch more as "let's jump off this cliff and use explosives to direct our fall!" and less as "hey, check out my new skin gloves!" Of course, if you push them too far, it's a different story. In order of least to most likely to pull a "lemme turn you into an art installation," it's Omega, Wrecker, Hunter, Crosshair, and Tech. Omega wouldn't do that, at least not at this point in her life. Wrecker, when enraged, goes for the just-hit-them solution. Hunter's a decent human being and usually wouldn't do something like that...Unless his kid's been kidnapped by a crazy Imperial doctor for the fifteenth time, on which point he starts becoming a little deranged. Crosshair hovers close to the line but wouldn't do it to someone unprovoked. Tech is a special case, in that he has to be pushed, but when he is, the results make the rest of the Nulls go "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST."

The Nulls want to reunite with their lost siblings and build a relationship, but that's kind of hard to do when said siblings (except Omega) keep trying to kill them on sight and none of them were built for intricate and deeply complicated emotional issues. Still, they persist. Eventually, they could probably get to the level of "awkward conversations" but it'll take a lot of work.

The Bad Batch have what makes the Nulls superior to regular clone troopers, plus their unique enhancements (which in this version are less defects and more Nala Se picking an attribute for each of them and cranking it up to 11). They feel that it makes them better than the Nulls, something they're not shy about expressing.

Emerie is the same height as her estranged (I can't think of a word that applies to this specific situation but this one will do) brothers, because I stan a tall queen.

Nala Se is smug as hell whenever she sees Orun Wa. "CT-9904 just broke all records for accuracy, CT-9902 discovered a new element, CT-9903 crushed beskar like it was paper, and CT-9901 tracked a man through five systems and a solar storm. What are your clones doing, again?"

There is no understating the sheer "wtf" that goes through the Nulls' heads when they first see Omega. But, of course, this is Omega. Imagine the cutest image of her you've seen, fanart or canon. That's what the Nulls see when they meet her. Unsurprisingly, the Nulls, who got the Mandalorian gene to adopt anything that isn't nailed down, go from "wtf" to "so smol 🥰" in roughly a minute.

Kal Skirata is in the corner. His attempt to interact with the Bad Batch did not go well. He casually calls Hunter "son," as he does with various characters, and the resulting explosion puts a thermal detonator to shame. Since it's clear that his presence is not making things better, he's sort of just in the corner.

The rest of Clan Skirata, and associates, are staying out of this. Gilamar and Vau took one look and retreated to the bar because they know better than to get involved. Everyone else witnessed one of the less acrimonious encounters and collectively decided that they are not jumping into the emotional equivalent of a pit of rabid wolverines.

Echo is the go-between. He does not want to be the go-between. But he's the only neutral party in this thing aside from Omega, and the rest of the Batch don't trust the Nulls with her.

Spare a though for 99. He raised four of these guys, often with the aid of leashes. Truly, he is an unsung hero of the Clone Wars

[sevdidntdie]

Just brainstorming here, but I’m pretty sure there’s three types of ARCs.

First, we got the OGs: the Alphas and the Nulls, like Ordo, Spar, Alpha, Jangotat, Fordo, those guys, right? Funny thing is, those guys are never assigned to any battalion, right? Fordo leads the Muunilinst 10, Jangotat led his own detachment, Alpha becomes a training officer and advisor, and Ordo and the rest of the Nulls are single-man black ops.

Second, there’s the promoted-ARCs — the regular clone troopers who get to undergo ARC training to become battalion-attached ARCs. I mean, Fives and Echo weren’t serving as one-man armies, as the Alphas were supposed to, right? They were serving as special forces attached to only the 501st! Same with Jesse. So while the original ARCs are the single-man fighters, these ARCs are the ground troop fighters, serving with the infantry.

Finally, not so sure about this, but I’m pretty sure the third type of ARCs are the clone commanders and captains, like Cody and Rex. After he got back from Jabiim and all, Alpha started teaching a class of some command skills he thought the clone officers could use for commanding their respective units. Sure, these guys weren’t called ARCs, but I think it would be a similar function to how the 101st Airborne has “STRAC”, or how US military officers go through the Leavenworth school.

I started thinking about this because Commanders Colt, Blitz, Havoc, and Hammer are all supposed to be ARC troopers, but there just weren’t any ARC commanders, and also assigning 4 ARCs to one battalion seems like a bit of a waste.

(?)

[mamuzzy]

Teaching gf the differences between blorbo and precious meowmeow. Both are beloved fictional characters, but not the same.

Tup is a blorbo but Dogma is a precious meowmeow.

Tech is a blorbo but Crosshair is a precious meowmeow.

Niner is a blorbo but Darman is a precious meowmeow.

Scorch is a blorbo but Sev is a precious meowmeow.

The Nulls are precious meowmeows.

A blorbo cannot do wrong, a poor meowmeow is a miserable mental mess who commits warcrimes.

[lalogawrites]

MRW reading the RC novels for the first time 🥰

[arliganzey]

talk about ordo if you want~ or like the nulls in general and their relationships with each other and other clones :3

Oh man where to start.

Ordo and Mereel are very near and dear to my heart, maybe I’ll start there. They’re close, right? And I see them as foiling each other in a lot of ways: Ordo is like a steady, straight line and Mereel is a squiggly line going erratically around him like a V-tach EKG. Mereel can hold it together better than the rest, and he’s always A-OK around Kal, but with Ordo he feels safe… not being okay.

I still don’t think Mereel allows himself to completely fall apart around anyone (INCLUDING HIMSELF). Ordo is the only exception. I think it’s still important to Mereel to seem “okay” even to the rest of the Nulls. (It’s totally unsaid that they all know none of them are truly “okay” but you get what I mean.) We had talked about when Mereel is really struggling he needs to let it all out somehow and like Ordo is the one who will both let him do that and also be there to reel him back in (see what I did there? Reel? ok done).

This is probably explained better narratively. Stay tuned??

Next up: Kom’rk. I’m taking his little-to-no screen time face and holding him in my hands. Here’s some headcanons:

- he spent a LOT of time alone out in the field hunting Grievous, and this was extremely difficult for him (and the Nulls and Kal)

- to cope, he as a very dark/dry sense of humor

- he spends a lot of time in cantinas and places where he can feel less alone, which is why he is included with Mereel when they talk about Corr’s “rich social education”

- just for fun I’m sprinkling in that he volunteered to do the big solo field mission so the other Nulls didn’t have to, love me some self sacrificing nonsense

I love everything about this scene!! cries

send me asks to get me through all day training hell!

[mamuzzy-creates-stuff]

Surprise self-rec time! Pick 3 of your favorite things you’ve written / draw and share them here, then put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate already written fics 💞

I realized that I had this in my inbox for a while and also @runekirikjartan tagged me for this game, and I finally have the mood for eh, fuckit, why not. Thank you for the ask and tag <3

PLEASE MIND THE CONTENT WARNINGS!!!!!!! And the descriptions.

KNIFE GAME - CW: SELF-HARM Republic Commando Characters: Kal Skirata & Null Cadets Gen fic, whump, hurt/comfort Word count: 407

Kal is having self-harming tendencies and I experimented with the thought that children who are isolated from society, how would react to something that a "normal pristine pure citizen of society" would shun and would react with disgust, helplessness and fear. But not the Nulls.

DEVOTION The Clone Wars Characters: Sheev Palpatine, Commander Fox Ship: Sheev Palpatine x Commander Fox Word Count: 302

Have I mentioned that I love messed up toxic fictional dynamics? Now I mention it. I present you my favorite toxic workplace dynamic, Sheev x Fox.

I DO DESERVE BETTER (Cloneship) The Clone Wars Character: Clone Trooper Dogma, Clone Trooper Tup Ship: Dogma x Tup Word Count: 559

This plays after winning the campaign of Umbara, and before taking away Dogma. Basically a break up fic. I love this fic, because I had a chance to experiment with Dogma's character how I see him, closest to the canon.

As for art... not sure, currently I don't really have anything I'm particularly proud of and I'm probably would choose the one with the most notes.

Eh FUCK IT. Fuck the notes.

YOU LIED TO ME - CW: VIOLENCE CW: BLOOD When you click on the link, there is a thumbnail. the actual picture is under the cut. Darman beat the shit out of Kal after learning that Venku was his child all along.

This art was the reason I started the febuwhump in the first place and eventhough i never finished the challenge itself, I was really proud of myself ^^

FALLOUT!ORDO I absolute loved this style I drew Ordo.

ANIMATIC: EXPECTATIONS Fanon treats Tup as a baby, and Tup has enough of that :PPPP /jk TCW x Joshiraku animatic I really enjoyed doing this silly animatic~~~

I hope you enjoyed my little tour of my stuff. ^^

NPT if you want to do it ^^

@insertmeaningfulusername @hastalavistabyebye @aerjnn @starwarsanthropology @nocturius8015ficore

@five-oh-thirst @mereelskirata @nooneherebutusghosts @trashcanmando @wyvernsrus

[lamaenthel]

Waterboarding

[read on ao3][masterlist]Febuwhump prompt: Waterboarding

Kal dips a towel in the bucket and folds it in half. "What we are doing today is called waterboarding," he says, pretending like he's alone. It's a dummy on the table, not a real little boy. Not his little boy. "It feels just like drowning." "Can it kill you?" Ordo asks. "Yes, but it's hard to do accidentally." Kal picks up the filled pitcher. "I'd have to keep going after you went unconscious." Ordo nods, filing the information away in that magnificent brain of his. "I'm ready whenever you are, Sir." Kal wants to scream, punch someone, burn down the white, sterile hell they're trapped in until it's nothing but black ash, anything except what they came to do. Instead, he puts the towel over his son's face and starts to pour.

Characters: Null-11|Ordo Skirata, Kal Skirata Wordcount: 759

Kal hates the rain and the way it makes his shattered ankle ache, he hates the food, he hates the way he knows he's trapped on the dar'mandla planet, but what he hates most of all about Kamino is the fierfecking sterility of it all. White walls, white floors, white clothes on the longnecks with larval-white skin and white rings in their eyes, it all makes him dizzy. He's forgotten what mud smells like. Sometimes he breaks the inkballs at the practice range on purpose just to see some color on the walls.

At least they were smart enough not to dress little boys in white. Ordo's kaminii'a fatigues are red to differentiate him at a glance from the rank-and-file cadets in blue. In Kal's opinion, anyone with a set of eyes should be able to do that at a glance based on the defiance and mando'kar that sparkles in the eyes of his ad'ikase, but he isn't paid for his opinion. Those little red fatigues are thin, made from duraweave and were designed to not show dirt and dry quickly when wet. 

"Do you know why I brought you here today, Ord'ika?" Kal asks his boy, squeezing his little hand twice.

Ordo squeezes back. "I assume it's enhanced interrogation resistance based on the last time we used this room," he replies casually. 

"My clever boy." Ordo's five years old, looks ten, and speaks like he's twenty. Kal's heart breaks even more for what he has to do. "Yes, we're training for that today."

"And that's why we're alone." Ordo smiles at Kal's nod, happy to have gotten it right.

"Yes. This is best done solus bal'solus."

"One and one?"

"Yes, one and one. Means just the two of us Mandos." Kal smiles and keys the door. It's a small white room without a defined purpose—a rare thing for Kamino, where everything has a purpose—set up today with only a metal table, a pile of white towels, a white sanitation bucket, and a white pitcher. Even the water comes out white when he turns the tap on.

"Chilly in here." Ordo hops up onto the metal table and sits with his hands in his lap like he's at the doctor, though a normal kid would kick their legs back and forth instead of sitting deadly still like a snake in the corn. 

"That's on purpose. Water evaporates off your skin and takes your warmth with it. That's why we sweat." Kal turns the tap off and takes a long breath to steady himself. "I'm going to have to hurt you today, son. You know I hate to do it, but you've got to learn."

Ordo's eyes are wide and dark in his little copper face. He nods, solemn like always. "I know, Sir."

Kal presses their foreheads together in a brief kov'nyn then draws back, distancing himself emotionally as well as physically from his son. "Take your shirt off and lay down with your head at the edge of the table." 

Ordo, good lad that he is, folds his shirt before he obeys precisely. He keeps his arms straight down at his sides, standing at attention even while laying down.

Kal dips a towel in the bucket and folds it in half. "What we are doing today is called waterboarding," he says, pretending like he's alone. It's a dummy on the table, not a real little boy. Not his little boy. "It feels just like drowning."

"Can it kill you?" Ordo asks.

"Yes, but it's hard to do accidentally." Kal picks up the filled pitcher. "I'd have to keep going after you went unconscious."

Ordo nods, filing the information away in that magnificent brain of his. "I'm ready whenever you are, Sir."

Kal wants to scream, punch someone, burn down the white, sterile hell they're trapped in until it's nothing but black ash, anything except what they came to do. Instead, he puts the towel over his son's face and starts to pour. He watches Ordo stay still at first, then start to struggle once he runs out of air. Kal holds his boy down with a firm hand on his chest. "Thirty seconds, trooper, that's an order," he barks sharply. "Put all of your fear and pain into a box like I taught you. It's not happening to you. It doesn't even exist. Endure this."

As Kal watches Ordo fight his own instinct to survive, he can't help but wonder if the children he sired with Illipi didn't have the right idea about declaring him dar'buir after all.

Taglist: @starwarsficnetwork, @febuwhump, @soliloquy-of-nemo Divider: @saradika-graphics

[cienie-isengardu]

"Your buddy ... ," Darman teased.    "Rather have him for a friend than an enemy."    "Ooh, he likes you. Hobnobbing with ARC officers from the Bonkers Squad, eh?"    "We have an understanding," Fi said. "I don't laugh at his skirt, and he doesn't rip my head off."    Yes, Ordo had taken a shine to him. Fi hadn't fully understood it until Skirata had taken him to one side and explained just what had happened to Ordo and his batch on Kamino as kids. So when Fi had thrown himself on a grenade during an anti-terrorist op to smother the detonation, Ordo had marked him out as someone who'd take an awfully big risk to save comrades. Null ARCs were psychotic-bonkers, as Skirata put it-but they were unshakably loyal when the mood struck them."

Republic Commando: Triple Zero

[thealluringsink]

Awkward clone valentines part 2, featuring the Null ARCs