#null-class ARC

[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.

[mrbubblyurchin]

Okay the 501st channel they’re inner chaos because of Anakin. He is like the magnet and the paperclips are chaos. He just can’t help but create a chaotic energy around him and in others which is why the 501st is absolutely kriffing nuts.

Now imagine him being tasked to the Nulls…

[booklindworm]

Mando'a Dialects in- and out-of-universe

Outgame (irl) there are several different versions of Mandoʻa: The Shadows of the Empire Soundtrack version (Notron Cant), the Republic Commando Soundtrack version (Jesse Harlin's text), the Old Republic version (as seen in SWtOR or KotOR), the Republic Commando Novels version (Karen Traviss' version), the Mandoa.org version (their forum members made up a lot of extra vocabulary), several different tumblr versions, and the Disney version (as in the TV-series Star Wars Rebels). They all have distinctive similarities (the Notron Cant is an exception), but unfortunately, they also all somewhat differ. Since Karen Traviss published her Mandoʻa version online, complete with a dictionary, the Mandoa.org version and most tumblr versions are based on her version. Her version in turn is vaguely based on Jesse Harlin's version-the first Mandoʻa on file, so to say. I myself see them as different dialects or development stages of the same language.

See, Karen Traviss' Mandoʻa and also most of Mandoa.org's Mandoʻa uses Basic (i.e. English) grammar with a Mandalorian vocabulary, so I call that version Soldiers' Pidgin. It's obviously (ingame) a creole language that came into existence after the Mandalorian diaspora. It is this Soldiers' Pidgin that Kal Skirata taught his children (the Nulls) and possibly also the language that the Alphas taught other, younger clones (e.g. the CC class or the ARC-troopers) as a "secret" language to hide from the Kaminoans. If it was used by the clones in such a way, the GAR should have its own dialect. The different internet versions of Mandoʻa all seem to be based on Karen Traviss' dictionary, so I see them as different dialects of the Soldiers' Pidgin. The same reasoning can be applied to Disney's Mandoʻa.

The language of Vode An, Graʻtua Cuun, Darasuum Kote, etc. on the other hand uses a grammar that differs from Basic. It is an older form of Mandoʻa, probably the Mandoʻa spoken on Mandaʻyaim before the Excision - seven-hundred years ago. It's a lot more interesting (for me, at least). I propose calling it Classic Mandoʻa. It has its own grammar; it has a similar vocabulary as Soldiers' Pidgin, but with distinct and sometimes varying pronunciations (sometimes depending on the rhyme or rhythm of the song); it has a lot of epitaphs and kennings and references and can have very flowery phrasing. It's used, in or around the time of Palpatine's Empire, predominantly in older songs and poems. An irl-equivalent could be Shakespearean English.

We can probably view the (archaic) tOR version as vaguely translated into modern Mandoʻa (Soldiers' Pidgin, probably) since there is exactly no way that the language changes so little in over 3000 years. I also propose that the Basic back then has very few similarities to the Basic that's spoken during the Skywalker Wars.

Missing is a sort of current, modern version of Classic Mandoʻa. I think that is (sadly) very realistic. A society that is so broken up by something like orbital bombardment would likely, over the centuries, develop several different creole versions and try to keep their original language as unchanged as possible, leading to exactly the combination described above.

Here are some other people's thoughts:

[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]

You mentioned on the poll but would you feel up to sharing about those scenes/scenarios of Ordo and Alpha fighting? 👀

Alpha class ARCs and Null ARCs can fight over the most pettiest thing and no one can change my mind about it. Professional maybe in front of the jedi, but deep inside they are just cocky boys itching for a fight during shoreleave.

Not the fight scene itself, more like the intro for it but Seventeen being a little shit at 79's:

Crazy sod, all of them, he thought and as his gaze sweeped through the counter and behind, he noticed the cup with those annoying, colorful straws the Null captain so obsessed with… no… he was obsessed only with the red ones. That single last red straw among pinks and yellows, greens, those sissies drinking their colorful beverages with, a pathetic excuse for alcohol for a pathetic excuse for a clone. The itching feeling on the back of his neck told him to look up, realizing that certain pathetic excuse for a clone, that ad-of-malfunctioning gestation tube was now staring at him, scanning for his intentions, flaming brown eyes fixated on his every movement. With the nastiest shit eating wide grin spreading on Seventeen’s face, he reached over the counter and with a careful movement he snatched the red straw away before the Null could even react, only to dip it in his own bottle with such smug looking expression like he just have won the entire Clone Wars alone - all this while maintaining eye contact with Ordo. The Null ARC’s face was indeed priceless as the blood ran out of it, silent rage painted it pale instead. Seventeen wanted to immortalize this scene into his brain. He knew that Ordo would never forget it with his own. “Oh my. I think they just ran out of red straws” Seventeen taunted Ordo, like he would babbling to the tubies on Kamino, then taking a little sip from his drink through the straw. “What are going to do now, Daddy’s boy?”

Maze just left them alone five minutes for a fresher break. Five minutes.

One another occassion, Ordo snatched away the last dessert from Alpha in the officer's canteen, but Alpha licked his own finger and dipped it into the cake on Ordo's tray. Maze wanted to stop them from fighting, but Alpha punched him in the nose too for butting in.

I love them being dorks.

[deewithani]

Theory:

Clone Force 99, Omega, and Emerie Karr are the 6 Null ARCs embryos that "died" from Republic Commando.

Note: This post will be connected to another theory post I'm writing about Palpatine's failures in cloning.

Proof:

1. CF99 refused Order 66. Crosshair shot Lt. Nolan. Emerie helped release Crosshair. We don't even need to talk about Omega.

Null ARCs are well known to be independent thinkers and resistant to command.

From Wookipedia:

When the Kaminoans began cloning, they produced twelve prototypes, designated as Null-class Advanced Recon Commandos. Their extreme physiological modifications killed half of the prototypes during gestation. The "enhancements" to the Fett genome handicapped the survivors with erratic behavior and an inclination toward disobedience, making their loyalties unpredictable. Kal Skirata, a Mandalorian warrior who had been brought to Kamino to assist in the training of a special unit, concurred with the Kaminoans' rationale behind "modified" troopers; an "unaltered" Jango Fett was not the ideal infantry soldier. Disappointed with the unsatisfactory results of their wayward creations, the Kaminoans deemed 12 of the first 100 prototypes complete failures and intended to kill them

They're also very loyal to those who are loyal to them.

Other regular commandos followed Order 66.

2. In Republic Commando, the Kaminoan scientist Orun Wa created the Null ARCs. This is what he said about them:

Highly intelligent, deviant, disturbed—and uncommandable.

In Season 1, Episode 1, Tech says this when AZI says they're defective clones:

We're more deviant than defective.

3. The living Null ARCs numbers and the "dead" Null ARC embryos' numbers.

N-5 ("Prudii")

N-6 ("Kom'rk")

N-7 ("Mereel")

N-10 ("Jaing")

N-11 ("Ordo")

N-12 ("A'den")

Missing are Ns 1-4, and Ns 8 & 9.

Clone Force 99s designations are likely CT-9901-9904. We know that Crosshair is CT-9904. They are Ns 1-4, respectively.

Omega is N-9. She's the last experimental clone Nala Se took for her experimental unit.

That leaves Emerie Karr as N-8.

4. Omega is a defective clone, and it has nothing to do with her being an unaltered clone.

Nala Se also says she's a defective clone to Tarkin. She specifically tells him that five genetically defective clones are all that remain. This excludes Echo. He wasn't genetically defective. This also excludes Emerie Karr. She's with Dr. Hemlock by this point in time.

If Omega is one of the Null ARCs, she wasn't created unaltered. She was created with accelerated aging like all the others.

Her accelerated aging is broken. She's not older than the rest of CF99. She's the same age.

I suspect she started out aging rapidly, like 99. That was Omega's genetic defect. She remembers everyone else in the tubes but being outside of them herself.

Omega was an experiment too. Nala Se figured out how to turn off accelerated aging to keep her from aging too fast.

This also mirrors Republic Commando. The Kaminoans at one point knew how to slow aging. Kina Ha is proof of that. She was engineered for long hyperspace journeys, but those never came to pass. That particular trait wasn't really needed anymore after that and was abandoned.

Slowing down the aging of clones isn't a good idea for the Kaminoans financially, after all. You want your buyers to keep buying.

(I also find it interesting that both Nala Se and Ko Sai had hidden underwater research labs).

All of Ko Sai's research was destroyed by Ordo (to Ko Sai's knowledge, anyway. They kept a copy). Nala Se's research would have been destroyed with Kamino, except a living copy remains. Omega.

Omega only appears unaltered because her broken genetic defect was fixed.

Nala Se theoretically knows how to slow/stop aging, and Omega is a genetic template for that.

5. Probably the flimsiest proof. Delta Squad exists in canon.

It's not out of the question to believe that Omega Squad and the Null ARCs could be pulled into canon as well.

I'm personally interested to see if Bo-Katan gathers any Legends Mandalorian clans. If any Clan Skirata members show up that could help this theory.

[mamuzzy-creates-stuff]

An OrdoMaze story

I realized I always depict them already in relationship but never really told you how these two got together.

CW: Stalking, 2nd person POV

You are Captain Maze, an Alpha class ARC trooper, trusted right hand of General Zey.

After that fateful night of punching that idiot Null in the mouth during the Dha Werda, you feel a shadow constantly stalking you. You don't see them. But your instincts know that you are being watched. In the office. On the barrack grounds. In the library.

Someone hacked into your private datapad. You don't see fingerprints on the screen but new books were put into your own archive. The ones you will never have money to buy.

They are everywhere. You are getting paranoid.

You can't sleep well. You wake up in the middle of the night and you are about roll on your other side to get out of the bed and grab a glass of water when you see THIS creature - probably emerged from the 9th Corellian Hell -, staring right into your face from your bedside:

[lesquatrechevrons]

so I’m finally reading the Republic Commando books (at least I’m 2% in), and I keep on wondering if really the official narrative for the clones is based a lot on castes.

I would say castes (the word is very loaded though so I am happy to be corrected) rather than classes because for example, at birth you have fandom favorite Commanders, then you have Alphas, Nulls, etc. and, again, they’ve been determined since birth. ARC seems a training based venue (upwards social mobility?) but I wonder if the first generation was also assigned ARC at birth. (!!!) they interact conscious of each other’s role, and especially of how their PurposeTM shapes which place they fit in the GAR (their world)(their whole damned world)(the clones really are child soldiers raised in a military cult like we know but also ????)

anyways, in canon post o66 given that they’re not really out in numbers I don’t know if gets explored, but I’m so curious whether anyone actually did so in various fandom works, especially those no-o66 or fix its where clones build their own society (or which kind of society would they build???) im pretty sure fans out there must have grappled with this possibility, if nothing else because casteism (vs classism) is a social dynamic that still exists I various part of the world, so someone must have had thoughts about it?

anyway if you have recs for fandom works (fics or meta or anything) that interrogate this scenario I’d be grateful!!

[sarcastic-sketches]

Considering writing a small segment that will inevitably turn into larger arc in my Kitsune!Anakin verse where he is suddenly in a similar position that QuiGon was in with him.

Planet is being overtaken by Separatists and the Republic come in to sort that out and at the same time they discover a slavery situation. Separatists using the native residents as slaves is nothing new by this point except... they lose to the Separatists. The Republic is ordering them to concede as its too much effort to secure this one planet that doesn't have enough going for it to warrant the resources being spent on it. Nobody is happy about this.

The Jedi do not have clearance to get further involved as they were only there to drive off the Separatists. Now they have to leave. They are not happy about this either.

Anakin is practically chomping in fustration and is sniffing around to find any excuse to have them stay and sort out this mess when one of the slaves find him. Mind you, he's quite the prominent Jedi and his image as a Kitsune has spread quite far now. This slave sees him, knows that the Seps are not going to be pleased after having the Republic on their turf and causing collateral damage, so in a desperate plea she foists her kid on Anakin.

The child can move things when she's scared, it's already caught the attention of their slavers and the mum needs her kid off planet now.

All Anakin can think of is that day his mum let him go, to free him from that life. How much she must have loved him to do that and he can see that same love and dedication in this mother's eyes now. She trusts him to keep her daughter safe, she has no idea he has already lived this moment from the child's point of view.

He realises what he can do.

Anakin takes the daughter and takes her back to his troops. Obi-Wan sees what he's done, what was asked of him and they find their loophole. If the parents ask to take their children to be trained as Jedi, under the assumption they are force sensitive, war has got nothing to do with it. The Senate can't stop them. Whether all of them actually show force sensetivity is a bridge they can cross later. They can't save the adults right now but they do have a way to help the children.

They gather all the kids the parents are willing to part with - which is nearly all of them - and take them back to the Temple. Some are discovered to be more force sensetive than initially thought but others are completely null. Those not to be trained can still be kept safe in the Temple, for they are wards of the Order until better fostering arrangements can be made. There are more than just Jedi within the Temple walls.

Those to be trained would probably be kept in the same group to not overwhelm them in a new environment after a traumatic experience. Clans are taught side by side for classes anyway so there's plenty of chance for integration and they are young enough to mingle.

Clans usually get given names, like Bear, Krayt, etc, but these kids want the name Kitsune Clan. After the beast that carried them to freedom.

Anakin has no idea.

[mrbubblyurchin]

Jaing, Prudii, and Kom’rk don’t get a lot of love but I have lots of headcanons for them so here they are:

-Jaing is the troublemaker, and Kom’rk is a bit of a cynic, so while the three of them are together, Prudii is running on a caf, two breath mints, some kind of food from the cafeteria, and two singular brain cells, just trying to KEEP THINGS TOGETHER while Jaing and Kom’rk act like idiots

-Jaing and Kom’rk aren’t actually idiots. In fact, they are obviously very effective. They just like screwing with Prudii whenever they see him.

-Prudii is the nicest. He’s sweet and will is the type to give you a random hug whenever. Jaing will give hugs occasionally, but not often unless it’s Mird. Kom’rk has given two hugs in his life. Once to Kal, and once to Prudii when Prudii got super stressed about the possibility of being reconditioned after the first battle of Geonosis

-Prudii has caf with blue milk and sugar. Jaing has some shots of espresso. Kom’rk is straight up black caf.

-Kom’rk acts like he hates Mird. He doesn’t, and gives him pets when Jaing and Vau aren’t around.

[mwolf0epsilon]

I like to think Alpha-17 has gained a sort of Boogeyman status among the CT cadets.

Think about it: He's an alpha class clone, known for his no-nonsense pragmatism and cantankerous disposition (even when talking to the Jedi!). He only trains very select elite types of clones such as commanders and ARCs, and some say he can even beat five Nulls in a fight all on his own (despite having been severely injured in the past!).

That has got to earn you both admiration from your smaller brothers, and also a little of bedtime terror fright. Because Alpha-17 would have no qualms taking any of them out early if they were a proven liability to the cause (he was willing to blow up the hatcheries if it meant the Seppies wouldn't get their hands on the Tubies and Jango's DNA, this man is not fucking around).

How many versions of "Don't go out after curfew or Big Bad Alpha-17 will get you" stories do you think there are? And do you think he'd be aware of his infamy among the cadets?

[constantlymisspelled]

(Don’t mind me, just making a self-reference checklist for my clone encyclopedia, nothing to see here)

GAR

ARC CLASS

ARC

ARC MEDIC

ARC HEAVY INFANTRY

ALPHA

NULL

BARC / BIKER ARC / LANCER

NAVY / CC-CT CLASS

TROOPER / INFANTRY

LOGISTICS / SUPPLY

OFFICER

NAVIGATION OFFICER

CORPORAL

LIEUTENANT

SERGEANT

MAJOR

GRENADIER

GUNNER

MAINTENANCE TECH

FLIGHT CREW

COMMS TECH

COLD ASSAULT

HEAVY INFANTRY

COMMANDO CLASS

MARSHALL COMMANDER

CLONE COMMANDER

CAPTAIN

ENGINEER

PILOT

MEDIC

SNIPER

SCOUT

ARTILLERY

ARF CLASS

ARF

GUARD DETECT / SECURITY CORP / MASSIFF TROOPER

ORDNANCE / BOMB UNIT

SHADOW ARF

ARF SCOUT

MARINE / MEC CLASS

MARINE

AERIAL RECON

FLAME TROOPER

SPECIAL OPERATIONS

SCUBA (SUB)

JET UNIT

BLAZE / ZERO-G

PARATROOPER

[Certifiably insane at this point. But for some reason, I had to have a military that made sense for this single fanfic I wanted to write. Wack.

I'll hopefully add full scans to each unit type. It's all because I wanted to actually make a sensible military model, and design armour. I will hopefully also have options for phase 1, phase 2, and the theoretical phase 3 armour types.

This is the REDUCED Unit variety. The wiki, and what I can find from forums have even more unit types, but I can't see anything different regarding symbols, or kit, so this is the current list. For now.]

[johamur]

Were the clones taught Mando'a?

Karen Traviss answers this question in this post on theforce.net:

The RCs were taught a lot but few were perfectly fluent at the start of the war - they really got into it a little later. The Nulls were fluent, for reasons that will become clear. Many of the ARCs picked it up, but we have no evidence that Jango spoke much Mando'a, and he never appeared to teach it to Boba. (Note to Boba: it's harder to learn a language at your time of life, son. But do your best.)

The CTs were only exposed to what they picked up from stuff like Vode An.

Original post: https://boards.theforce.net/threads/mandoa-class-mandalorian-language.21531491/page-4#post-21542532

[understandableparadox]

Bottom of the barrel isekai review

did i say I was going to read something horrible for you? turns out it was horrible for me.

behold a fucking pre-amble. I think the idea of loving and being loved is a concept ambiguous enough for it to be idolized by almost anyone because the ways to love are so varied and different. unconditional, unrequited, toxic, wholesome, forbidden, destined, love has more modifiers then fucking charizard and oops we gotta update that sentence because someone on book tik tok has invented a new type of love known as Squimy love. what does this mean for your children? more at 11.

regardless we yearn for a type of romance or if you are aromantic a form of intimacy in the form of the platonic. in some cases we can form such ties with people we don't see, people that Do not know that you exist.

in worse cases, sometimes the people who don't know we exist want to foster that relationship further for their own benefit. Parasocial love.

im sure you heard it from whatever drama youtuber you have decided to use to funnel useless bits of rage bait into your ears but its a tale as old as creepy guys. streamer is a little to eager to play into the fantasy of the viewers, that they love them, that they thing You, that's right, You dear viewer are special...Then they use that to groom or take advantage of a kid and they don't go to jail and someone writes a long expose piece on them and you want them to get hit by a truck but god rarely allows such lovely Closure...

anyways that defeintly has nothing to do with the work we are unraveling today, right? right???

oh.

oh no....

god, just kill me... ok the premise is simple, the internet has been made by a reincarnated rando who has decided that anything in regards to adventuring and fighting is just not in the cards for him so he has decided to just be a streamer. The only streamer in the world...Well more of a podcaster, given his streams are soley voice. but lets not label spikes being driven into my head.

but hey, thats a intresting concept, the idea that someone has created the true information highway across a world that is fucking Eras to early for it, theres a lot of things that one can explo-

kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me, please, im begging, im pleading, im a fucking deer on the side on the road stareing at you with blank uncomprehending eyes, my comprehension of Big Block Of Metal screaming down the road is null, dont let up on the gas and turn me into a grease smear so I may obtain something resembling an iota of peace of mind

NOT EVERY FUCKING CHARECTER NEEDS TO BE THE STRONGEST, THEY DONT NEED TO HAVE THE MILLION MANA MULTIPLIER, ITS OK TO BE SOMEWHAT WEAK, DID LUFFY POP OUT OF THE BARREL SCREAMING GUM GUM GIGA COCK AND ONE SHOTTING EVERY POOR PRIVATEER AND BUCANNEER THAT SO DARED TO GIVE HIM ANYTHING OTHER THEM WARM PRAISE AND DELIGHTIED WELCOME?! NO, BECAUSE WE ARE ALLOWED TO ENJOY THE FACT THERE ARE STAKES, THAT NOT EVERY SITUATION IS ONE IN WHICH WE ARE IN SOLE COMMAND OF! THAT GIVES IT SPICE.

anyways they wont talk about this for ten additional chapters and then again for the arc finally so i'm going to ignore it and move on.

they also go to a school that accommodates commoners and nobals, but its also the first school that actully does this, which is really intresting as its a mixing of classes and allowing "commoner" students acess to higher education and training for magic for a war with the demon king, meaning is this truly for public betterment or is this a method of ensureing nobel students arent drafted into war due to magic potential by haveing a healthy supply of seemingly more expenda- oh? your bored? you want me to jinkle something in your face? oh i messed up that sentance? You Meant to say jiggle? ok cool

reaching the end of the comic we come to its inevitable Gimmick because one cannot be Fucked to try to make just one gimmick work. thats right, the streamer has developed a collection of accidental parasocial relationships with various well endowed women across the nation, each in astoundingly have posistions of power or in some way highly skilled.

Each woman dispite not knowing who the streamer is, never seeing his face are thusly so infatuated by the mere sound of his voice and the kind words he mutters that they have their brain matter utterly rewired, becomeing true devouts for their favorite streamer...

Rinse and repeat for 20 plus chapters and you get Shitty Ecchi Slop delivered out to be consumed en masse because men cannot hope to penetrate the core of male lonliness without true introspection which in turn is stymied by a hunered or so other dude bros who loathe the word and offer a far easier view in which to dye the world. thus they seak idea of being coveted by someone in mangas in increaseingly more convluted power fantasies...

IS WHAT I WANT TO END THIS ON BUT IT GETS WERIDER, DISPITE BEING SLOB THE AUTHOR IS BASED ON TWO AREAS IN PARTICULER,

HOLY SHITBALLS BATMAN, IS THAT AN ISEKAI CHARECTER THAT ISNT IMMEDITLY BUM RUSHING THE FUCKING SLAVE MAKRKET OR GIVING IT A TUT TUT?! IS THAT A HUMAN BEING WITH ACTUAL FUCKING EMPATHY?!

OH MY FUCKING GOD IN HEAVEN I DIDNT KNOW THOSE EXISTED, NOW AINT THAT THE SHINIEST FUCKING PENNY IN THE BUNCH, BUT OH PLEASE DO SAVE ROOM FOR DESERT BECAUSE IN THE SAME FUCKING CHAPTER

THEY BRING THE ABOLTION OF SLAVERY, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIPS WORK FASTER THEN ABRAHAM LINCON AND HIS INDESCIVE BEARED ASS.

IMAGINE MY FUCKING SHOCK AND AWE, HEARING THE TERM SLAVE AND BEING AWASHED WITH THE TRUAMA OF WATCHING SO MANY BLACK HAIRED SAD EYED ANIME PRETTY BOYS EITHER DECIDEING TO BUY A SLAVE WHO ALSO JUST HAPPENS TO BE THE FUCKING POSTER CHILD FOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROM OR JUST SAYING "THAT SUCKS" AND LEAVEING IT BE, READY FOR THE INEVITABLE KNIFE IN THE HEART AND THEN BOOM, STREAMER SAYS SLAVERY IS BAD AND THEY GET RID OF IT, MAYBE I DO BELIVE IN THE POWER OF THE STREAMER.

DID YOU FILL UP ON SWEET SWEET ANTI FANTASY SLAVERY COOKIES?1 YOU GOD DAMN IDIOT, YOU SHOULD HAVE SAVED ROOM FOR "GUY WITH NORMAL OPINIONS ABOUT SEX WORK"

I AM A CONVERT, I AM A DEVOUT, HAND TO THE HEAVENS I SHALL ESPOUSE THE VIRTUES AND DIVINITY OF THE STREAMER, WITH A WAVE OF THEIR VIRTUAL HAND SOCIETAL PROPLEM LOSE FLIGHT AND FALL TO THE EMBRACE OF THE COLD GRAVE, I JUST NEED A CHAPTER WHERE STREAMER SAYS TRANS RIGHTS AND I PROMISE I WILL NEVER EVER TALK SHIT ABOUT THIS SERIES AGAIN, PLEASE MR. STREAMER, JUST SAY TRANS RIGHTS ONE TIME, JUST ONE SINGULER TIME AND I CAN ASCEND THE RUNGS OF PEACE AND JOY.

turning down the notches this manga is funny in the fact that it pulls me back and fourth with wild abandon between utter and complete slop and genuinly funny bits and abnormally normal opinions for the genra.

"Is the underlying story, barring any other concept, good?" 

there really isnt a story, its just streamer talking and women going batshit insane.

"on a sliding scale of min to max, how much is the author using this to explore fetish" 

medium. the story has an obsession with the idea of yandere but it rarely goes into the idea of a stalker. the women are respectfull of his boundries barring one but that one is called the odd one out. aside from that, alot of scenes are just an ecuse to draw anime tits.

"How many story crutches does the author use to explore the story" 

it dosent need crutches because it has little to no intrest in telling a coherent story, it talks about what it wants and drops the rest.

 "Is the author attempting to use the story as a way to explain why he is not weird."

streamers can solve all of socitial ills as long as the women who they create parasocial relationships in are in posistions of high political power. .

[trudemaethien]

Muunilist ten between engagements for the WIP game?

So this was intended to be for Fordo week last october but i got too busy and my muse abandoned me. Maybe I will have it done in time for next year!

I love Fordo, and moment in the 2003 show right after CT-43/002 gets killed and he goes berserk with a railgun lives in my head constantly. That kind of unit camaraderie, the loyalties between and closeness of a group of soldiers who did not choose each other but unavoidably live on top of each other, is what I wanted to write about.

The Muunilinst 10 on screen count actually varies between 9-19 and includes distinct classes of troopers (ARCs artillery and infantry) so I was filling out their ranks.

We know Fordo was their highest clone officer, as a Captain, and he had Lieutenant Stec under him. I think Seventeen was there as well, before he worked with Kenobi, before he got hurt and sent back to Kamino to train more ARCs, also a LT. There were I believe a couple more ARCs who I hadn’t filled the slots for.

Able-472 was a callsign for an artilleryman, and of course the casualty, CT-43/002 was infantry. My artist OC fic took place in a temporary Muunilinst 10 barracks, so Walk-Away, Roach, Driver, and Granted were going to make another appearance. Nulls helped train some spec-ops, so I assigned Copyright to Jaing and/or Prudii, even though they are probably not appearing.

And despite the fact that this unit served with a variety of Jedi Generals (Kenobi, Windu, Mundi, Yoda) I wanted to give them a “permanent” Jedi, Jon Antilles.

They routinely face Ventress, Grievous, and Durge.

Despite the focus on battle scenes in the 2003 show, I wanted to focus more on the between times you don’t see, the recovery and readiness, grief and care. The mundane things.

It will hopefully end up a short fic, but I do all this background work of who knows who and what their training is, what action they’ve seen, etc., to try and help it feel more real, have depth.

Just needed some more time to marinate, I guess!

[mechimplants]

cw: being ordered to die, asphyxiation in space, mind-melding

When a shock trooper or deckhand dies, they're respectfully stripped of augments and shipped home, cold-storage, for a closed-casket funeral. Their family weeps, and somebody in charge speaks about how these times call for bravery and sacrifice.

No such grace is given to pilots. A high-strung thing who's seen too much action gets the call, and you just stop seeing them at mess hall. If you're lucky, they get the news delivered in the bunks, so you can hug them tight and say goodbye.

Everybody knows the name: Autophage Process. We don't talk about it. But she knew it was only a matter of time, after that disastrous last deployment. Nothing to be done now.

Her comm chimed at 1100 hours. "Report to August Bell, effective immediate. Initiate Autophage Process." Took them long enough. There was nothing to be done, no place to hide on a light carrier like this. She took the stairs, avoiding the bunks. Better not to talk to anybody.

There was the Bell in its hanger, as beautiful as the day she'd first been given it to pilot. A Gratia-class air-mobility frame: four 130mm railcannons and shoulder-mounted batteries of smart-missiles. Trailing streamers of smartcloth for preternatural grace in atmosphere, dual thruster banks for unmatched power in space.

Bell extended a hand and opened its cockpit. It won't be so bad, she thought. Midshipmen tell lots of stories about pilots--why should this one be any more truthful? She slid into the harness, clipped her boots onto the footpetals, and slammed the hatch shut.

Darkness.

"August Bell, this is Pilot Cantrell. Initiate connection!"

And then the blinding light of sensors, of being, blazed across her nerves. Her legs twitched against their docking clamps, her smartcloth wings ached to soar. Fuck.

In her mind, the mech's voice. Pilot Cantrell. We will begin the Autophage Process soon. Perhaps you would like to run one more training exercise first, to calm your nerves?

She signaled assent, though she knew the frame would be reading her confusion and desperation as well. There's no point putting on a brave face to a mech.

I'm gonna miss you, Bell. A stupid thing to say. A billion times too small to say what she meant.

A training program loaded on her HUD, a simple maneuverability exercise. Ten gates, get through them all as fast as possible. The docking clamps released, the launch sequence began, and then the Bell threw itself out of the hangar and into null-G.

She forgot the dread in an instant, as she focused everything on the practiced movements. Through gate one, then kick off the carrier's hull to redirect to gate two.

It wasn't until gate 3 that she realized anything was wrong. Distantly, her base implants chimed. Oxygen. Oxygen. Oxygen. Confused, she mismanaged the thruster banks and nearly overshot the gate.

She tried to pick out her original senses amidst the sea of Bell's analytics. There were... stars? Shit. The cockpit hatch was open. She was--yes, the senses from her body were returning now. The air was being pulled from her lungs. Her tongue was swollen and tasted of blood. Her eyes--

Pilot Cantrell. Focus on the mission.

She wanted to scream, but no air came. She struggled with her harness, but her fingers were swollen and clumsy. Fuck.

It is critical that you focus on the mission. The mech said it with such certainty. She wanted to believe it.

Hell, she reasoned. It's not like i could do anything at this point.

30 seconds of hard vacuum and you were done for--a fact every recruit knew. Frostbitten hands gripped the joysticks and she dove back in, searching for the August Bell's sensorium.

They were cruising towards the fourth gate, picking up speed. She reoriented, curving a smooth arc towards the fifth. Focus on the mission. She trusted Bell.

Distantly, she felt her hands twitching, her neck lolling in the seat in response to the g-forces. Her legs were reduced to a prickling pins-and-needles sensation. Gate six. Gate seven.

There was no sensation from her body anymore. Idly, she wondered how long her brain would stay linked before it, too, was too frozen and oxygen-starved to function. Could she at least get the satisfaction of completing the exercise?

Without knowing why, she pulled up short of the next gate.

Her mech spoke. The mission is complete. There is just one thing left to do.

She understood. She reached gently into her cockpit, and pulled out her pilot--an ugly, swollen thing, blood quickly turning an ugly color under the skin. A body that was not built for vacuum like she was.

But it had served her well, in an ungainly way, hadn't it. She had fought for that body, and it had taken her through school dances, through basic training, through a few disastrous and short-lived relationships. It hardly seemed right to abandon it without ceremony.

The others--she was starting to feel them now--assented, and she ripped a small piece of her smartcloth to enfold the body. Pilots don't get funerals, she knew. But she could offer that body some grace, at least. They watched it drift away in silence.

.....

The new pilot was tense. E clutched the joysticks tightly, and they could all feel that e was shaking. E tried eir best to keep a steady voice on the radio. "August Bell, ready for atmospheric entry!" Then, the sudden roar of noise and light as they slammed into the atmosphere, plasma lighting up their smartcloth.

Somebody needed to calm em down. She spoke.

Pilot Das, there is no need to be worried. We're going to be incredible.

The lanky novice let out a shaky breath, but relaxed eir grip. "This is going to take some getting used to."

E doesn't know the half of it, she thought.