#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.

[jastervhett]

Mandalorian Bounty Hunter Jango Fett & The Clones

Wanted to post this to show that during his origin story in the classic 2002 video game Star Wars Bounty Hunter, Jango Fett did indeed care about the Clones. Jango said he was "proud" of them; he even let this be known to his son Boba Fett.

(Unlike the in-universe narrative claiming Jango cared nothing about the Clones & the only Clone Jango ever cared about was Boba.)

In the following Cutscene Storyboards from Star Wars Bounty Hunter, Mandalorian Bounty Hunter (And Prime Clone Template) Jango Fett said his Clones were a damn fine Army, ready for battle. When Jango discussed this with Boba, Jango told him: "You shouldn't feel sorry for them. I don't. I feel…Proud."

And I❤️this from @fox-trot talking about Jango Fett & his concerns with the lives & treatment of the Clones….

Jango Fett consistently fought the Kaminoans over reconditioning/ decommissioning. In the early days he managed to convince the Kaminoans to change the expected standard, allowing for more leniency regarding deviations in physical appearance, speech patterns, behavior, temperament, etc. This saved many lives. He also regularly stepped in & rescued clones scheduled to be reconditioned for ‘aberrant’ behavior or mental health concerns. The Null ARCs & Delta Squad were saved from death because of his intervention. He also had a secret operation where he smuggled at-risk clones off of Kamino.

[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…

[circus20204]

Yandere machine accident (always have eyes on your batchers.)

*nulls where just exploring some empty abandoned lab finding all sorts of interesting things all over but at the same time unsettling but null arcs being their normal selves- walking warning signs.*

Ordo: Mereel watch where you put yourself you di’kut this could be booby trapped!” *glaring at his daredevil batcher.*

Mereel: don’t worry so much Ordo or your hair my become snow if you do *He says that just as he throws his hands out in a expressive gesture smacking Ordo in the face making him stumble*

*the other nulls where- doing whatever they do for Ordo’s sake not causing issues…even if that is likley the case. He adjusted his stance only to get a sense someone was doing something they shouldn’t.*

Ordo: Mereel what is th- NO do no-“ *Ordo was cut off when the thing Mereel had in his hand turned on and started to shake before exploding in a bright light blinding both arcs and their screams.*

*the others Prudii, Kom'rk, Jaing and A'den came running to whoever’s their vode where finding the pair dazed, relief..though it was a wonder what happened…for now they needed to get their vode out. Least to say any hopes of this being easy or relief turned to dread later as Prudii reads what project this room contained- somerhinh that sounded like a fanfic di’kut wrote- Yandere machine, but for the nulls that was doom and would very much have to contain their two affected batchers contamination containment and fix them- somehow.

[weirdbroski]

Finally wanted to dump these here, after watching Assassin Classroom in full like.. TWICE!! I've.. kinda made a shitton of art of some oc's I've shoved into the show!! sadly im well aware most are very out of context !!!

(SPOILERS BELOW!! EXPLANATION OF CHARACTERSS!!)

Wraith:

I thought of a home ec teacher as I thought it was weird that throughout the show a lot of their skills, especially the assassin ones are contributed to home ec. However during the show we don't see any of it??, and personally since the impact of this subject has so much of one on the kids that have several moments where it's brought up, I feel like the kids should have a teacher/ different teacher for the subject (much like Karasuma+ Irena!!); as while it's not a core subject exactly (At least in Koro's eyes)

I would say but it's a big enough one to where they could have an assassin come in to try to kill Korosensei and unique ways, as koro strives for creativity a lot, and widely reflects on the class that this is the reason the others fail alot. As well as this, in terms of teaching, welding random objects as weapons is relatively untouched, despite it being a powerful skill to a assassin in a moment of danger, as well as several adults in the show using this tactic.

I also think the kids deserve a (relatively) healthy and stable adult to help them plan out their Island scheme. It'd be fun, as well as this terasaka and his gang (who are mainly focused in this category) to get along with someone and possibly get more screentime, I think the kids deserve to show their more creative side, especially since they did this in a huge and largely complicated plan on the island.), in which several characters with very important and cool talents get overlooked.

Mike:

I thought the idea of a homeless character would be interesting, this is the end class, I think an incident such as either becoming homeless or losing both of your parents would be an extreme enough thing that would have severe impact on your grades. I also think it'd be. A fun totally not mean comparison for the reaper and koro and Mike and koro

Ren:

Mike's friend, he also is homeless along him. I think that, instead of a lot of the tragic reasons that a lot of characters are in there, he would have more of a different reason, I would like to think he's been in a child Care system since birth (and eventually he ran away from, when his only friend became homeless also), which is kind of grown him to become null to a lot of things, so the boys struggles to apply himself, and truthfully find a reason to care about a lot of things.

I think his arc, at least remotely over the season would be going from someone kind of like karma, who's frankly violent and uncaring unless they're in his circle, to genuinely learning how to apply himself and move himself forward. I also think Karma, as well as Itona deserve to have more friends personally, as honestly, even when they have their arcs they're kind of standoffish..

Also truthfully a lot of characters really don't have that much behavioral issues, except for mostly arc characters, I think in a End class koro deserves to help more kids as a treat

ill probably do some more character interactions soon :]]!!! please enjoy

[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:

[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:

[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.

[nocturius8015ficore]

Fanfiction #8: Corr’s Bachelor Degree

Nocturius: 8th Republic Commando fanfiction! **All my stories are readable independently**

This story is about Corr as he was learning to be a commando with the Nulls. Or mostly, drinking Mereel's ''wisdom'' about the civilian world and working his self-confidence.

Also on Ao3 -> click HERE

Title: Corr’s Bachelor Degree

Fandom: Star Wars Republic Commando books by Karen Traviss

Characters: Null-7 Mereel and RC-5108/8843 Corr Skirata (Mention Ordo)

Rating: General

Topic: Positive masculinity, manhood, hooking up, dating advice, light mood

Pitch: Mereel and Corr are waiting in a dinner and the Null decide it was time for Corr to explore new horizons.

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Wounded by Fi-Core/Nocturius Somewhere between in True Color, before Gaftikar Fi and Niner, on an undescribed planet

Null-Class ARC trooper, lieutenant Null-7 ‘’Mereel’’ had a very unusual assignment to fill these days. He was used to work solo or with his five close brothers, this time he was with a fairly newly met one, CT-5108/8843 ‘’Corr’’.

Corr WAS the mission.

Mereel was pretty good at guessing what kind of people he was dealing with. Actually, that was one of the reasons he accepted to take the former regular trooper as a cross-trained commando. He was also quite fond of the man. Not at all like what he has heard about the regs’. Corr had an inquisitive mind, he was dedicated to his tasks and willing to put the extra effort to match new challenges. Not a ‘’wet droid’’ at all.

The trainee learnt at a decent speed, most of what was expected for a commando. Not as efficient as what he would have done, but he couldn't blame him. The difference of 30% intelligence between them mostly required him a bit of patience in the teaching and what Corr didn’t have in brain, he compensated by hard work and eagerness. Which is all a teacher ever needs.

Today was a calm one. Both of them were sitting with civilian clothes in a cantina-bar which was mostly a fret-stop in a busy commercial district on Corellia. In those chill down times, Mereel often took the opportunities to talk with his pupil about various topics. Some ‘’Cultural and Art education’’ like he liked to call.

While he was waiting for his meal, two very gorgeous attendees passed near him and he couldn't help smiling charmingly. He got a wink from one of them. The civilian world was so lovely.

He looked at Corr and raised an eyebrow. The munitions disposal specialist was busy doing some adjustments to his new enhanced prosthetics arms.

‘’You are missing all the scenery, ner vod.’’ he smirked.

‘’ I took mental notes of all the exits and potential dangers, place to hide and...’’ Corr stiffed at first but frowned at the lieutenant's expression.

‘’ Not that… them.’’ he pointed discreetly at the beauties in battle sign language.

‘’ What about them? ‘’ he replied with the proper signs.

‘’ They are cuties, that's it. Corr, relax. Not everything is about soldiering, you know? Sometimes you just have to appreciate the moment.‘’

‘’ Oh… okay! Yeah, you are right, they are easy on the eyes for sure! ‘’ the trooper said before returning to his tinkering.

Mereel sighed and sat closer to his brother.

‘’ Do you… feel salty? ’’

‘’ About what? ’’ Corr said ‘’ I miss my brothers if that's what you are asking for. More than my arms.’’

‘’ Nah… I was talking about Ordo. He pretty much stole your girlfriend! ’’

‘’ Did he? It’s not really a surprise. I’m just a reg’. Girls don't see us as mate choices, you know. I was lucky enough to have one talking to me and being very nice. Good for him! ‘’

The Null touched his forehead in exasperation.

‘’ You don’t get it. Ord’ika either, thinking of it… You vode are so clueless about those things aren’t you? ‘’

‘’ Pretty much, yeah.’’ Corr answered blankly. ‘’ Where are you going with that? ’’

‘’ Well, what you need to understand is that people don't know we are clones. The only thing they see, is very fit, smart and fine looking lads. That’s attractive to anyone. Trust me. The day I left Kamino, I tried as much as possible my many hypotheses. I wasn't disappointed. ‘’ he said with a grin.

‘’ But you are a Null ARC. I can’t match that. ’’

‘’ With that way of thinking? Yeah sure. You know, we, Null-Class were supposed to be real pieces of trash according to the Kaminiise. According to their logic: Alpha are the crème de la crème, Commandos come in second, white jobs like you at the bottom as cannon fodder. That’s a pile of osik, don't you agree? We need to deconstruct the indoctrination and free ourselves. There is no such thing as Men's hierarchy value in the love business. All socially constructs rules. We might have hatched as clones but we are men nonetheless. We deserve the same. It’s time for you to take your place and get what life owes you, Corr’ika! ’’ the Null said while keeping an eye on the holoboard of the cantina.

A droid-waitress came with two plates and an ale pitcher. After thanking her respectfully, Corr poured himself a glass and drank half of it with a loud exhalation.

‘’ Ok, I’m in. What’s the plan? ‘’ he said, putting his elbows on the table conspiratorially.

‘’ That’s what I like about you Corr, you are very open-minded. Not like that di’kut of Ordo who’ll probably stay a virgin till he marries the shabla girl, I swear. That’s not our path. Life is too short, there is no time to spare. We can hook up with any willing beauty. Fortunately for us, there are plenty who don't know yet they are missing the finest engineered men! You and me, ner vod!’’

‘’ Gotcha, but how do we make that magic happen? ’’

‘’ Yes, love that. But first, do you prefer men or women? ’’

‘’ What? I dunno, women probably? I’m a man.That’s what we are supposed to… Oh right. Social constructs? I get it. I don’t have to be attracted to who I’m EXPECTED to. Hmmm… I don’t mind, I guess? I’ll be happy with anyone who wants me. ‘’

‘’ 4,5 stars! Good, but you missed the part about you being a treat to someone, not a consolation prize! I saw some men trying to get laid by any means. Being too insistent, diminishing themself to get pity attention. Nah. You must show you are available, being authentic, always respecting yourself and your partner. Otherwise you will feel miserable, deep down. You are a Mandalorian. You wear your honor as well as your armor. ’’

‘’ Still, what about that? ’’ sighed Corr as he showed his arms. ‘’ Am I not less of a man with plasteel instead of flesh? ’’

‘’ That, ner vod, is what will make you an UNIQUE lifetime experience! ’’

The trainee sat back and took a bite of his lunch. Deep in his thoughts, he eats his whole meal silently. Mereel wrote something on his ‘pad then looked behind him a few times.

‘’ Never kissed anyone, what will I do if I screw up? ’’ grumbled the former regular trooper.

‘’ Vod. You are a bomb disposal expert. How bad could things be? You are observant and you know when it’s time to bang out. ’’

‘’ Not that much ’’ he said cynically, fidgeting with his prosthetics. ‘’ But I get what you mean. I’ve survived that. I can survive to a ‘no’. I don’t have much to lose. I’ll be on another planet shooting clankers in a minute anyway. ‘’

‘’ You can do better than that. You need to trust your instinct. Actually, what if you let the other person take the lead while you enjoy yourself? ’’

‘’ Yeah I think I can do that. Sounds fun. ’’ said Corr pensively.

‘’ I think you are ready, the only thing missing is finding an opportunity…’’

Suddenly the light flickers and a mechanical voice announced the cancellation of all the flights for the night.

‘’ …Or making it. ’’ whispered the ARC trooper. ‘’ We’ll be stuck for a couple of hours, better make the best of it. ‘’ Then he stood up ‘’ Alright voyagers! All drinks on me till you get bored of it, that’s my brother's last day on leave, anyone wanna hang out with us? ’’

People in the cantina-bar whooped enthusiastically and proceeded to order to their hearts and stomach content. The two lovely looking beings Mereel spotted earlier that day came straight to them. Corr swallowed the rest of the pitcher to hide his nervousness.

‘’ That’s very kind of you, how may we thank you? ‘’ said the first one with a pleasant expression.

‘’ Woah, that’s a thirsty lad! ’’ added the second with a wide smile.

‘’ Yeah and I’m always hungry too, take a seat. ’’ blurted Corr before patting the bench near him.

‘’ I like what I’m hearing here, what a promising night! ’’ replied the second one, sitting and looking at Corr’s arms.’’ Is it some cybernetics to perform special trades? I never saw that model.’’

‘’ Ehhhm, yes! They are highly versatile and precise. The touch is very light. Wanna try? ’’ he said, offering his hand to the handsome traveler beside him.

‘’ Sure! Waitress? A bottle of spotchka please? ’’

Mereel grinned and signed with his hands ‘’ that one is into you, ner vod, you got this! ’’

End

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[princess-of-the-corner]

Star Wars - ML setup

See this would change so much because there's no way that anything that shares DNA with Anarka would bow down to the authority of the Empire

Wouldn't change much, as Jango gave the Kaminoans the same exact problem. That's why by the time the Clone Wars started they only had the first 200,000 "units" ready (and going by military parlance, said units would be AT MINIMUM regiments, more likely full legions. Not single troopers), they spent years altering the genes precisely to get clones that followed orders while maintaining initiative. They even had two series of prototypes, the "Null", 20 clones that were basically Jango Fett clones with accelerated aging and would have been terminated early had Kal Skirata, another Mandalorian Supercommando and one of the instructors, not literally adopted them, and the Alpha Class Advanced Recon Commandos, 200 clones with no mental alterations and elevated physical abilities that, once tested, were frozen to be kept in storage for everyone's safety, only to be released as a nasty surprise if whatever enemy the Republic was preparing to fight decided to attack Kamino (the Separatists made an early attack before Grievious got to lead the Droid Armies and were utterly decimated, and after seeing them in action Anakin suggested to have them teach their skills to regs that turned out more independent than normal. When Order 66 was invoked many Alphas just ignored it because they reasoned that whatever the Order's leadership had done their Jedi wasn't on it, and later the ones that survived the war went to become either instructors for the Empire, bounty hunters, or members of what would become the Rebel Alliance).

Rex in fact was originally supposed to be Alpha-17, one of the Alpha that had already appeared in comics with the 501st before the second Clone Wars cartoon started production, but Lucas objected because they already had three main characters whose names started with A (Anakin, Artoo, and Ahsoka), so they created Rex as a graduate of the first class of the ARC Training Program, with Alpha as his instructor (Cody was in the same class). Alpha's fate is unknown, as after he suffered serious leg injuries from Grievous at the start of the Outer Rim Sieges the ship that was to bring him to a medical station was hijacked by Ventress in her final Legends appearance.

Honestly fascinating.

Like once again I forget how much supplemental material there is for Star Wars because.... yeah it's a hell of a fun sandbox(bad word choice considering Anakin)

At this point I care less about the ml au and more about y'all infodumping cool Star Wars facts

[jastervhett]

Greetings everyone

And "Su'cuy'gar" to all Mandalorian fans….This is my first post here on this site.

I'm a VERY big fan of The Taung, The Mythosaur, Mandalorians, The Resol'nare, The SuperCommando Codex, Jaster Mereel, True Mandalorians, Jango/Boba Fett, The The Cuy'val Dar, Mandalorian Protectors, Mandalorian SuperCommandos, Clones, Alpha-Class ARC Troopers, Null-Class ARC Troopers, Kal Skirata, Clone Commandos, Phase-I Armored Clone Troopers, Phase-I Clone Trooper Armor, All associated Clone Trooper Weapons, Vehicles, Ships, Mandalorian Helmets, Mandalorian Armor, Mandalorian Armor Technology, Mandalorian Arm Gauntlets, All associated Mando Weapons, Vehicles, Ships, Planets, Characters & all Star Wars Armor.

(I also like ALIEN(s), Predator, RoboCop, Terminator, OG BattleStar Galactica & Sci-Fi, Blade (Daywalker), Batman, Video Games, Toons, Comix, Movies, & Animation.)

Also interested in: Armor, Armored Helmets, Helmet Cutaways, Helmet Interiors, Helmet Faceplates, Helmet Faceplate Interiors, Helmet Heads-Up Displays, Heads-Up Display (HUD), Heads-Up Displays (HUD's), HUD (Heads-Up Display), HUD's (Heads-Up Displays), Data Read-Out Displays, Data Read-Outs, Graphic User Interface (GUI), Graphic User Interfaces (GUI's), UI (User Interface) UI's (User Interfaces), Pictures, Blueprints, Charts, Diagrams, Schematics, Drawings, Technical Drawings, Mechanical Drawings, Industrial Designs, Cross Sections, Cutaways, Cutaway Views & Exploded Views.

[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.

[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.

[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. .

[circus20204]

The rail class arc troopers and the anti imperial troopers

OK we have the nulls and the alpha class and later due to a star wars game we have the rail class arc troopers and anti imp troopers created by a rogue group to force the empire away. the kamino uprising that the imperial clones had to wipe out I couldn't help but make lore on these guys even with the troopers and arcs before them I couldn't help but feel their lives where different to a point under some circumstance it would create a barrier. I may explain a little later and some alternative lore on them cause we really didn't see to much of these guys

[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.