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razena8 · 1 month ago
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“Echo.” Echo’s mouth snapped shut and he turned towards Wrecker. The batcher looked as battered as ever, but his face held a lucidity that had been lost a few hallways down into the base. “You’re hurt bad. You know what Tech would say ‘bout that.” Echo swallowed, haunched over and cornered.He wanted to kill Hemlock. He wanted to save his new brothers. He wanted to protect Wrecker. He wanted to protect Tech.He wanted to find his squad. He wanted to find Omega. He wanted…
(Echo has some thoughts. They get the heck out of dodge)
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skybreakprimeonao3 · 4 months ago
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With the amount of Clones created, there was always going to be an overlap of names.
Marshall Commander Cody of the 212th was not the only Cody.
Jesse of the 501st shared a name with many soldiers across many battalions.
There were so many Foxes, younger Clones naming themselves after the Marshall Commander of the Coruscant Guards in a bout of hero worship.
But there was a set of Clones on each Venator that, after passing their normal tests and combat training, went into specialized training before their assignments. A majority of them didn’t have names before the specialized training, and those that did, weren’t really attached to their names and chose their new names amongst the others they worked with.
Obi-Wan met them on the flight deck, the group disembarking from the drop ship and saluting the Jedi.
All of them would join in on the battles and train with the others during hyperspace flight, but it was fairly quick to see that these soldiers worked together in a specific way.
“May I know your names?” Obi-Wan asked. He was still hesitant in asking, knowing names could be a private thing amongst the soldiers.
“My name is Spoon, sir!”
“Cup, sir!”
“I’m called Whisk!”
Eyebrows rose, and a glance to Cody told Obi-Wan that this group was a bit of a surprise to him.
“Are all of you working in the mess hall?” Obi-Wan, not bothering to hide his amusement.
“Of course, sir,” Whisk answered. “We’re all trained in ways to make the nutripaste more appealing, and not to give the soldiers food poisoning. We also know how and what to hunt and forage in case we run low on supplies during a campaign.”
“I see,” Obi-Wan said. And it did make sense. Many Padawans got the same training, especially if their missions took them to the more remote planets.
Obi-Wan continued to smile as he got the names of Fork, Lid, Pan, Pot, and Kettle, but he paused when he heard a second Spoon. He glanced back at the first one for a moment before looking at the second one.
“It’s not often that squad mates share a name,” he offered.
The second Spoon shrugged. “You can call me little Spoon if it helps, sir, but it’s silly if a kitchen only has one Spoon in it.”
The snort of amusement from Cody was more surprising than anything, and Obi-Wan accepted the explanation with a nod and chuckle of his own.
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amarcia · 10 months ago
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Jedi were not meant for war.
✨🌙 ART LOG -> @404ama
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momojedi · 11 months ago
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i was bored and i needed to draw
they’re not a ship btw, just really good friends
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lightspringrain · 4 months ago
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I can't tell you how excited I become whenever I commission @collophora . Her work never fails to impress. These pieces are for chapter 3 "Devour Hope" of my on going CX-2 Tech AU "Return From Darkness." Hope you enjoy!
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arianna-creates · 3 months ago
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Something something... mama's boy... something something... doomed yaoi...
Guys I'm gonna be honest here and say that I think that Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne— the boy who became Robin to save Batman and keep Robin's legacy alive, the boy who was haunted by this poor dead boy and constantly hallucinated his existence, the boy whose middle name is a constant reminder that his father is dead— would NOT want to name his kid after a dead person! I know lots of people are fans of him naming his kids Jack/Jackie or Wendy, but I can't really see him naming his kid after a TV character...I wish I was good with baby names so that I could branch this out a bit,,,
N E WAYS this silly little phone sketch was bc of @hyperblue 's post!! <3 Thanks for the inspo!
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wombywoo · 5 months ago
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family.
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sugashook · 6 months ago
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dad and son !
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inquisitor-apologist · 6 months ago
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One of the things to remember about Star Wars Rebels is that it is the best Star Wars show ever made
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kotemf · 2 months ago
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If soldier, why so buir shaped?
  Fox was never particularly fond of cadets.
  During their training on Kamino, they were sometimes assigned to watch younger troopers and train with them. Fox hated those training sessions. Cadets were... they were tiny. Fragile. Fox always spend the session in fear of breaking their little bones. The cadets for their part were usually afraid of Fox. Fox didn't really know why. It certainly wasn't his face, the cadets liked the rest of his batchmates just fine and they loved Cody and Wolffe.
  Nat-born children tended to fear the clones, even if the Coruscant guard was there to help them, to protect them. They all learned not to take it personally, the armor probably did look rather intimidating to normal people and there were also loads of anti-war propaganda that usually antagonized clones because they were the ones who were fighting, it didn't matter to them that they only fought because they had to.
  So yes, Fox was quite surprised when a random Zabrak child ran up to him, hugged him and refused to let go. He looked around. There were no anxious parents looking for a lost kid.
  "Hey, what are you doing here all alone?" Fox tried his best to not look like a big, scary clone commander. He could tell his efforts weren't successful. In his defense, appear non-threatening in a full set of armor and a blaster strapped to your thigh was a pretty difficult task. The child didn't look scared of him, though. Quite the opposite.
  They didn't answer.
  "What's your name?" Fox tried instead. He wasn't good at guessing people's age but this child was at least five standard years old. Five years old nat-borns were old enough to know their name, right?
  The child muttered something Fox didn't quite catch.
  "Can you say it louder?"
  "I don't have a name."
  "You don't?" Now that was a situation Fox wasn't prepared for. As far as he knew, nat-borns were supposed to have names. According to everything he's ever read about nat-borns, parents usually named their child whie they were still a baby. They weren't like clones, who had to wait for when their batchmates picked them a name, usually based on something they did or something they liked.
  The little Zabrak nodded. After taking a closer look, Fox guessed they were most likely male but he wasn't certain.
  "Where are your parents?"
  "I don't know."
  "Alright. I will take you to my office now and we will find them."
  "No! I'm not supposed to find them."
  "What do you mean?" Nat-born children were supposed to love their parents, or at least Fox has always thought that. Because why wouldn't they? Nat-born parents weren't like the Kaminoans, emotionless and only caring about perfection. They weren't like the trainers, only trying to get the best results out of their trainees no matter what it cost. They weren't a genetic template who only wanted one son and money and didn't care about anyone else. No, parents were an entirely different thing. They loved their children, they protected their children and they provided for them. So why exactly wouldn't this nameless kid be supposed to find their parents?
  The child shrugged. "They left me here and told me not to follow them."
  Alright, that was weird. It almost sounded as if these parents wanted to get rid of their kid so they just left him alone on a random place on Coruscant? "Do you like your parents?"
  "No."
  "Why not?"
  "They are mean."
  So apparently parents could be mean. Fox supposed he was going to have to work with that. "And why did you come to me?"
  "Because you feel kind."
  "What?"
  "You feel kind," the kid repeated themselves. Fox had no idea what that was supposed to mean.
  "Okay. Now we will go to my office and get you something to eat, what do you say?" Fox hoped he was doing this right. He had no idea how to talk to children.
  "Okay."
  Bringing a child into the Coruscant Guard's headquarters was a big deal, apparently. Fox didn't do anything more than sit the kid in his office and give him a glass of water and some of the priced treats Fox sometimes got from the nicer senators that he liked to give shinies and his comrades in particularly bad situations. The only other food available were ration bars and that was no food for a child.
  Not that the kid was in need. Ever since Fox brought him in, troopers have been coming into his office, bringing the child treats that Fox didn't really know where they got from, makeshift toys or just to take a look.
  "Aww, he's so tiny!" Thire cooed upon seeing the kid.
  "Told you he's a cute little thing."
  "Shut up, Thorn. It's not my fault I had senate duty and couldn't come to look at him sooner."
  Fox made a show of covering the kids ears. 'Shut up' wasn't by far the worst thing that the troopers said and Fox usually didn't mind but there was a child in the room!
  "I never would have guessed that marshal commander I have a stick up my ass Fox would become such a buir." Thorn grinned at him. He seriously had to stop swearing around the child or else. And Fox shouls also probably get rightfully offended to save his reputation of having, as Thorn put it, a stick up his ass.
  "So that's how you address your commanding officers?"
  "Apparently."
  "You know, senator Clovis requested a bodyguard to accompany him to a meeting with banking clan..."
  "No. Not Clovis. Please. I beg you." Thorn seemed terrified. Any trooper would. Senator Clovis was always rather awful to clones and he was so suspicious the Corries had a betting pool on when he openly defected to the Seppies. 
  "Maybe if you will kindly stop swearing in front of a child, I might consider looking further, even if you certainly have all the required skills."
  "Yeah, sure. Anything. Just not Clovis."
  Fox decided to take that as a promise. The kid didn't seem to get what was going on but he wasn't complaining. A darling really.
  It was a few hours later that the boy started to get bored. Fox tried entertaining him with a holo movie but that didn't work, the child felt the need to share what was going on the screen every minute or so. So Fox downloaded him a video game. That seemed to work. Until now.
  "Do you really have to work?"
  "Yes."
  "Why do you have to work so much?"
  "Because I have things that need to be done and I have a certain amount of time for each of them. Like this form that I'm filling right now, this one needs to be done today," Fox did his best to explain. In his humble opinion, he was getting pretty good at answering the kid's curious questions.
  "Oh... Okay. And will you play with me when you're done?"
  "I will have some more work then but we can play when I'm done, okay?"
  "Okay."
  The kid was clearly trying to be quiet. He wasn't very good at it. He was either kicking into Fox's desk, opening random drawers and then always sighing in disappointment when there was nothing but stacks of paper work, or quietly humming to himself. It was distracting but Fox let it slide. He remembered how difficult it was for him and his batchmates to stay silent when they were cadets. The only thing keeping them quiet was their fear of the Kaminoans and the trainers and he didn't want this sweet little thing to ever experience something like that.
  "Fox?"
  "Yes, kiddo?"
  "Will you get angry if I make things float?"
  "What?"
  "If I make things float," the boy repeated himself.
  Fox wondered for a bit if floating had any other meaning than, well, floating. He didn't think of anything so he just assumed it was some kind of a game. "Of course I won't get angry."
  The child beamed at him. Then the boy reached out with his hand and made the data pad Fox borrowed him float.
  And that's how the Coruscant Guard got their Jedi.
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shentezzu · 25 days ago
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commission!! :D
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87000beesinapersonsuit · 4 months ago
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do u ever just... yeagh
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godweaver · 2 months ago
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red pearl
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iszapizza · 1 year ago
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more doodles of haren and teo ft. master baizé
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majorpaw · 2 months ago
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JP&John drawings!!! Last one is with one of my moots clones, Lenny! (Go follow them on instagram they’re super awesome @/krait2000)
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ajdhbear · 3 months ago
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Just sharing some of my personal OC’s on here 🫡💛
I am not a literature genius so bear with me:
Pwu and Day are jedi Master and Padawan. After surviving order 66, the two escape to a remote planet where they live as mother and son. Pwu eventually abandons the jedi lifestyle and starts her own little family. Day tries to live with the traumas the Clone Wars have left him. Unlike his master, he is not ready to leave his jedi past behind.
In the meantime Dusk is looking for these two. He is convinced Day never wanted to be a jedi to begin with, somehow cheating his chip this way, and wants to “save” the young man from his “corrupted” master. He always saw Day as a son. While Dusk is chasing Day, his brothers are chasing with help from the Clone Underground.
Rage and Bear have their own problems back on Dathomir: Rage just wants to leave that godforsaken planet after losing his mate and daughter, and Bear gets a bit in trouble with another witch Clan. Their plan is to escape and find Day, but they soon realise it’s easier said than done.
Feel free to ask! I realised my little ramble isn’t doing justice to my babies…
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