#phase-I clone trooper armor

[jastervhett]

Phase-I Clone Trooper Armor

Although the Phase-II Clone Trooper Armor always got a lot of love…The Phase-I Clone Trooper Armor was always the best design to me due to the Phase-I Armor's likeness to Jango Fett's Mandalorian Armor.

From the Phase-I Clone Trooper Armor. To the Phase-I Clone Commando Katarn-Class Armor. And especially the Phase-I ARC Trooper Armor with its numerous Mandalorian influences (Helmet mounted Rangefinder, Kama, Jetpacks, Wrist Rockets, etc.)

Phase-I Armor for the Win...!

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Captain Keeli enjoying his neat new phase-2 armor 🤩 He loved Rex‘s helmet design, so his ori‘vod helped him getting him his own 🫠 this happened and I hoard that hill very dragon-coded you hear me 🐉❤️✨

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Thank you beautiful people so much that you like and keep enjoying my art 🤩✨🫶 I get so much loving support in here and I‘m so thankful for the incredible connections I feel so gifted to find here! 🥰💗

Ramble under the cut 😽

Heh! 🤪 Maybe you already thought I‘ll drown completely drunk at the GAR Goth Night forever? 🤩 No worries – at everyone – I‘ll dance a bit more at that event, but I tell you, my notes are exploding with ideas and my WIP stacks are stacking! 🤯✨

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Oooh, and speaking of Fox, I’m also looking forward to the continuation of some beautiful collabs 🤩🫶

Get a Keeli portrait close up 🥰

And a close up of the close up 🤩👀✨

I indulged some hours of crosshatching (dopamining ✨) I hope you like and enjoy 🤩🫶

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[whalehaven]

Clone Sergeant Benevolent encounters a shady merchant while stationed on Coruscant.

[swtechspecs]

Kaminoan Armorsmiths Ltd. Phase I Clone Trooper Armor

Source: The New Essential Guide to Weapons and Technology (Del Rey, 2004)

[crosshairscrustysock]

Oc Scooter sketch 🛴 🛴

I’m not great at full blown character designs but I love to just sketch out small profile drawings 🥰

[astheforcewillsit]

Thinking about how when the Jedi died out they took the warmth with them amongst their troops. Like the stark lack of warmth and friendliness when the Jedi die and consequently stop taking command of the troopers hurts so much.

The clones are just cold. Not to each other, but there's a desperation in the way they are protective of each other because no one is outwardly protecting them anymore. Especially not their superior officers.

When the Jedi fell it impacted the galaxy, but there's no better example of how the fall of a Order that cared for sentient lives eventually contributed to dehumanization on a wider scale than how the clones absolutely lost what little rights they had after the Jedi died off.

Because they were some of the few who wouldn't have allowed it.

The clones collective individuality is slowly phased out too. There's no painting on the walls or the ships. Cody's armor isn't yellow? They all seem demure, and not in a good way. There is an emphasis on them being clones and nothing else.

It's as if the life is being sucked out of them all. The empire sees them as expendable, and they know it. And there's no one they can speak to to challenge that because the Jedi are dead.

You can tell just how much work the Jedi put into recognizing them as their own people and making the clones as comfortable as they could, because they clones were somewhat happy. And because when the Jedi are gone, there's a stark contrast in how different their environment is.

It's just cold and dark. Even the color scheme is different.

And while I do have many complaints about the clone and Jedi dynamic overall, there is no doubt that their command of the clones protected them as much as possible and for the most part they tried with what they had.

[peanut-d00dles]

Phase 1 and phase 2 armor studies I did in 2023! The 212th one on the left is an original clone character of mine, I don’t have much lore for him lol. The one on the right I named Wasabi, but his design is based off of a Lego trooper I have :)

[areyoufuckingcrazy]

“Spice, Sabacc, and Stray Feelings”

Hound x Smuggler!Reader

The underworld of Coruscant never really slept — it just blinked slower, as if the planet’s lower levels were always two seconds behind the rest of the galaxy.

And in those two seconds?

You could make a fortune… or vanish into a garbage chute and never be found again.

You adjusted your grip on the handheld scanner, eyes flicking over the crates lined up next to your half-gutted freighter. Spice. Not the high-grade stuff, just raw, unrefined ryll — enough to make a profit off-medworld, nothing serious enough to turn Republic eyes.

At least, that’s what the broker promised.

Then again, brokers lied.

“You sure this is all?” you muttered, squinting at the readout.

The Rodian dockhand shrugged and snorted in annoyance.

You rolled your eyes. “Helpful as always.”

You weren’t proud of jobs like this. Freelance smuggling meant dealing with whatever scrap you could get — transport runs, forgery gigs, hot cargo you didn’t ask questions about. You stayed unaffiliated for a reason: syndicates like Black Sun or the Pykes wanted blood loyalty, and you weren’t giving that to anyone.

But a freelance run paid in clean credits, and clean credits meant fuel, food, and staying off the Republic’s increasingly watchful radar.

Well. That had been the plan.

Until a low growl rippled through the shadows behind you.

Your hand went instantly to your sidearm. You turned, heart thudding—

And saw a pair of glowing eyes watching you from the dark.

Massiff.

Your instincts screamed.

The beast crept into the half-lit landing pad, muscles rippling.

A long tongue lolled out of its snarling mouth.

“Easy,” you said slowly, hand still hovering near your blaster. “Nice beast…”

“You might want to keep your hands where I can see them.”

The voice was low, confident, and far too calm for your liking.

From behind the creature emerged a figure in crimson-red armor — Phase II clone trooper design, the kind you’d seen in bounty briefings. Coruscant Guard. Elite peacekeepers for the Republic. Unflinching, by-the-book, absolutely not the type to take bribes.

The clone’s helmet glinted in the overhead light as he stepped forward, weapon holstered but hand near it.

“I’ll only say it once, ma’am,” he said evenly. “Step away from the cargo.”

You didn’t move.

“Funny,” you replied, voice light. “Usually, I get a knock before someone invades my hangar.”

“This dock’s been flagged for suspicious activity. Your ship doesn’t match the beacon filed with the port authority. And this—” he nodded toward the crates— “looks a lot like spice.”

You let out a humorless breath. “If I told you it was just medicinal herbs for some Outer Rim clinics, would you believe me?”

“No.”

“Didn’t think so.”

The massiff edged closer. You noted the way his handler moved — calm, deliberate steps, but not afraid to get close. He hadn’t drawn on you yet.

Either he was cocky… or confident.

“Name?” he asked.

You smirked. “Most people buy me a drink first.”

“I’m not most people. And this isn’t a date.”

“Shame.”

He paused. You couldn’t see his face under the helmet, but the brief flick of his head said enough. Either amused… or annoyed.

Maybe both.

“Look,” you said, lowering your hand slightly, showing you weren’t about to shoot — yet. “I don’t deal with syndicates. I fly solo. I was told this cargo was clean. Just moving it for a middleman. I don’t even know what’s inside.”

“Then you’ll forgive me if I open it.”

He stepped past you, crouched beside one of the crates, and popped the latch.

Pale purple powder drifted out on the stale dock air.

Spice.

“Kriff,” you muttered, backing up half a step.

He stood slowly, the tension shifting in his body. No threats. No smugness. Just resolve.

“You’re under arrest,” he said.

That fast?

You weren’t going down over a job this small. You’d worked too hard to keep your name off Republic bounty boards.

He moved toward you — and you bolted.

You ducked under the ramp of your freighter, hearing the click-click of boots behind you, the snarl of the massiff giving chase.

You cursed under your breath, yanked a pipe loose from the stack of maintenance droids nearby, and used it to trip the beast mid-sprint. The massiff yelped but rolled and sprang back up. Tough bastard.

“Grizzer!” the clone barked. “Stay!”

The beast halted — but his handler didn’t.

You grabbed onto the side ladder of a stacked cargo container and scrambled up it like your life depended on it — because it did.

“Running only makes this worse!” the trooper shouted.

“Then catch me and write it down in your damn report!”

You leapt down the other side — and stumbled.

The clone was faster than you expected. You heard him hit the ground behind you hard, then felt the grip on your arm a second later.

You twisted, using his momentum to throw him off — but he was strong. Too strong. He caught your wrist mid-swing and yanked you around, pressing you against a rusted wall with practiced force.

Your breath caught.

His visor was inches from your face now. You were breathing hard. So was he.

The spice crate rolled to a stop near your foot.

“Going to shoot me?” you rasped, eyes defiant.

“No.”

He snapped binders on your wrists in one smooth motion.

“I don’t shoot unless I have to. But running, resisting, interfering with a Guard investigation — that’s enough to get you thrown in a deep cell for a long time.”

“Should I say thank you?”

He tilted his head slightly. “If you feel like it.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What’s your name?”

He hesitated — just for a beat.

“…CT-6701. They call me Hound.”

You glanced at the massiff now padding toward you again, eyes gleaming with a strange… respect.

“Let me guess. That’s Grizzer.”

He gave the faintest nod.

You shook your head. “Great. I get taken down by a pair of matching dogs.”

For the first time, the edge of his voice dipped into dry amusement. “You fought well. Most smugglers don’t run uphill.”

“Most smugglers don’t get caught.”

“You did.”

You looked at him again — really looked. This close, you could see scratches on his armor, patches of carbon scoring, a faint dent on the side of his helmet. Someone who’d seen action. Someone who didn’t rattle easily.

You exhaled, tension bleeding from your shoulders.

“Guess I’ll need a new gig.”

He glanced at the spice, then back at you. “Freelancer?”

You nodded.

He considered something for a moment. When he spoke again, his tone had shifted — less rigid. Still professional, but not cold.

“You’re lucky I found you first. Pykes would’ve gutted you for mishandling product. Black Sun would’ve used you as a warning.”

You blinked. “Wait. You believe me?”

“That you’re freelance? Yeah. You fought like you had something to prove, not something to protect.”

That… stung a little. Because it was true.

Grizzer nosed your cuffed hand, grunting softly.

You glared at the dog. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Hound gave a quiet chuckle. “He likes you.”

“Must be losing his edge.”

“So’s his handler,” Hound murmured, more to himself.

The transport touched down moments later, red floodlights washing over the loading dock.

You sighed. “Well. This is going to be awkward to explain at the next freelance meet.”

“Don’t worry,” Hound said, guiding you toward the gunship. “First offense. With a clean record and no known syndicate ties? You might just get off with mandatory labor.”

“Oh joy. Picking up garbage for the Republic. A dream come true.”

“You’d be surprised what a little honesty gets you in the Guard.”

You looked sideways at him, eyebrows raised.

“Are you flirting with me, officer?”

He paused. Just for a second. Enough to let you know you hit something.

“Just doing my job,” he said.

But under the helmet, you had a feeling that smirk was there.

Maybe getting caught wasn’t the worst thing after all.

Blaster cuffs clicked tight around your wrists as Hound marched you out of Docking Ring 7B, Grizzer trotting at his side with his head held high, clearly proud of himself.

You… were less enthusiastic.

The pain in your shoulder from the scuffle was flaring, but it wasn’t the worst part.

No, the worst part was the LAAT gunship waiting just beyond the sealed perimeter — red floodlights bathing everything in that familiar Coruscant Guard glow.

You hadn’t planned on being picked up tonight. You’d had exits mapped, bribes lined up, fallback excuses prepped. But not for this.

Certainly not for him.

“Got a live one for intake,” Hound said, giving a nod to the gunship pilot. “Smuggling charge — possibly spice trafficking, resisting detainment.”

You snorted as he helped you into the seating harness. “You make it sound so dramatic.”

He ignored you — or tried to.

You could feel him trying not to look at you too long.

But when the gunship lifted off and the red lights flashed overhead, you saw something flicker behind his visor. Not regret. Not disgust.

Something closer to… confusion.

Maybe even disappointment.

You didn’t dwell on it. You’d learned to tune that kind of thing out.

Still — you weren’t ready for what waited at the Guard outpost.

The landing platform was busy with late-shift troopers, most of them still suited up and carrying out dock and street patrol rotations. When the gunship settled and the ramp lowered, a few turned your way as the boarding light went green.

And then one of them grinned.

“Well kriff me, if it isn’t the freelancer with a mouth like a vibroblade.”

Hound turned.

Thire was waiting at the base of the ramp, arms folded, helmet tucked under one arm. The scar along his jaw was unmistakable in the harsh hangar lights.

Sir?” Hound asked.

“She’s not new,” Thire replied, tilting his chin toward you. “Last time we picked her up, she was running counterfeit ration cards through a shipping scam on Level 1215. That was—what? Eight months ago?”

“Seven,” you said, lifting your chin. “And the cards worked. Quality craftsmanship.”

“You escaped through a sewer grate.”

“I crawled through a sewer grate. Let’s not cheapen my effort.”

Another voice spoke up, deeper and rougher: Commander Fox, the highest-ranking clone in the Coruscant Guard.

Fox had appeared quietly behind Thire, arms folded, expression unreadable beneath his helm.

“Caught again?” he said dryly. “What was it this time?”

“She was moving untagged spice on 1313,” Hound answered, still clearly confused by the unfolding familiarity.

Fox let out a tired sigh. “And here I thought you’d smartened up. Didn’t you tell me once you ‘only smuggle things that don’t hurt people’?”

You grinned, teeth bared. “I was lied to. What a shocking twist.”

Hound stared at you. “You’ve been caught before?”

Fox quirked a brow. “You didn’t run her background?”

“She said it was her first offense.”

“I implied it,” you said innocently.

Fox gave Hound a look that said rookie mistake, then looked back at you.

“You want me to put her through the usual holding process?” Thire asked.

“No,” Fox replied. “Take her down to Processing. We’ll pull her record and flag her with Judiciary. If the spice load checks out, she’s looking at a full felony haul this time.”

You felt the air grow tighter around you. Felony meant prison. No bail. No sneaking out a side hatch after bribing some underpaid clerk.

Hound stood stiffly beside you, helmet still on but the tension in his posture obvious. His silence spoke volumes.

He hadn’t known.

“Let’s move,” Thire said, reaching for your shoulder to steer you inside.

But Hound raised a hand. “Wait.”

Everyone paused.

“I brought her in. Let me finish the process.”

Thire gave him a brief, unreadable glance, then shrugged. “Be my guest.”

Fox added, “She bites.”

You smiled sweetly. “Only when cornered.”

As the others turned away, Hound finally looked at you — really looked at you.

“You’ve lied before. Broken the law before. Why keep doing it?”

You rolled your eyes. “You act like people like me have choices.”

“You could’ve asked for help.”

“Oh, please. From who? A Jedi? A senator? You?”

He didn’t answer.

You leaned in slightly. “You’re a good cop. Straight lines. Clear rules. The Republic loves clones like you. People like me? We’re just a liability until we’re useful. And when we’re not anymore? We disappear into the levels.”

A pause.

Then Hound said quietly, “You didn’t disappear tonight.”

“No,” you admitted. “Your mutt’s got a good nose.”

He almost smiled.

Almost.

“Let’s go,” he said finally, guiding you toward the corridor. “You’ll need a full scan and cell assignment. I’ll make sure they don’t rough you up.”

You arched a brow. “A little late for chivalry, officer.”

His voice was steady, but something behind it had changed.

“I’m not being chivalrous,” he said. “I just don’t like seeing smart people throw themselves into cages.”

You stared at him as the door hissed shut behind you both.

Maybe you’d underestimated him.

Or maybe you’d finally met someone who wasn’t so easy to charm… or to outrun.

[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.

[undonewall]

Serenity near the end of the Clone Wars

A sequel of the Shiny Trooper artwork I did a while back, now he's in phase 2 armor and near the end of the Clone Wars where the trooper has a moment of peace, appreciating natures beauty before a certain order arrives.

The month of May is half way done and its been fun watching Star Wars from time to time, Andor especially has been an amazing series. I am glad to see Andor's story told leading towards to Rogue One Cheers to a great show and to the many others that have aired too!

[jellomarsh]

Some Clone Troopers. Made for Part 3 of my lore series on Jango Fett

Teen Clone Cadet

Adult Clone Cadet

Phase I Clone Trooper

ARC Heavy Gunner

Republic Commando (black Katarn armor)

[bluetoothschizophrenic]

Courtesy of a dear friend of mine, I’ve been thinking a lot about Ralph Mcquarrie’s contributions to Star Wars. Specifically, how weird it is that Disney is absolutely obsessed with them. They were the artistic backbone of the first ever Disney Star Wars project, Rebels, alongside some designs inspired by the old Kenner toys. They inspired the Force Awakens X-Wings, TK Troopers in Bad Batch, and the Arrestor cruisers in Solo and Andor. To be fair, some of those designs, like the TK Troopers, Arrestor cruisers, Chopper, Lothal, and those weird Imperial dome things, absolutely stuck the landing. I just find it very strange how much of his work Disney era creatives have tried to find a place for. Star Wars always has a way of using cutting room floor ideas for future content, look at the name Mace Windu or the Twilight from Clone Wars, but this has just felt like they don’t want to make something new so they go back to use his stuff. As much as I adore the TK trooper design, they’re the perfect example. There are half a dozen armor designs bridging Phase II clone armor and Stormtrooper armor, and instead of making a new one, they used the concept art, which I think says a lot.

[coimbrabertone]

Offtopic Offseason #4 - Clone Wars Rewatch Thoughts: Part II.

So, the Clone Wars rewatch.

I'm about halfway through season five now and God the show got an amazing glow-up in the later seasons.

The timeskip in the middle of season three is a big one but I didn't realize that it was actually somewhat staggered - Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka get their redesigns in S3E10, but the Clone Troopers don't go to the Phase II armor until season four. We also don't really see many clones in the Mon Calamari episodes or on Naboo, so the Phase II armor doesn't really get focus until the Umbara arc.

From that point onwards season four is amazing. Season four is my favorite of the original run and overall, it's up there with season seven - and that's high praise considering the Siege of Mandalore arc in the series finale is some of my favorite Star Wars content period, not just in Clone Wars, but in general.

It's got Maul, it's got Mandalore, it's got Ahsoka, and it ties directly into Revenge of the Sith. What more could you want?

In fact, just before writing this I saw a clip on twitter of the moment Rex gets Order 66 and the RotS music kicks in and it's just...chef's kiss.

The animation is beautiful, the characters are fully fleshed out and realized at this point, and we get to experience the high drama of Revenge of the Sith from their perspective. It's wonderful.

Tying into Revenge of the Sith, there's also the main thing I wanted to talk about today: the Clone Wars saves Anakin's character.

Already from Attack of the Clones we see a dark, brooding Anakin that's chaffing against Obi-Wan's teachings, that can't control himself around Padme, and the darkness in him is obvious. Sure, the Jedi didn't know exactly what Anakin did to the Tusken Raiders, but we literally see Yoda and Mace Windu feeling the ripples in the Force and instantly knowing it was Anakin.

Then, after that, Anakin tries to derail the hunt for Dooku on Geonosis because of Padme, and Obi-Wan has to literally scream at him to keep him on mission. Obi-Wan literally yells "You'll be expelled from the Jedi Order!" but then we never see the Jedi follow up on this. Sure, Episode III implies that Obi-Wan knew about it and kept quiet, but we never really see a justification as to why.

Episode III tries to make up for this by showing some friendly banter between Obi-Wan and Anakin, particularly while they're rescuing the Chancellor, but it doesn't really land - especially not since we see Anakin get angry at the Council to their faces after the whole master thing. Not to mention his connections to Palpatine, him killing Dooku, and the fact that he's clearly troubled during his meditations with Yoda.

In short, the Anakin we see in the movies is clearly troubled, clearly going down a dark path, and nobody seems to give a shit about it. They just let this problem keep steamrolling until it's at the Jedi Temple committing Order 66.

Now, this is not a ridicule against Hayden Christensen, because he's doing what he's told to do. In fact, I'd say that Hayden Christensen plays Anakin's dark moments better than Matt Lanter does in Clone Wars.

What Matt Lanter does, however, is show Anakin's redeeming characteristics.

Clone Wars has the time to go out and show that Anakin has a charming side, a funny side, that he cares about his friends, and that he's an immense asset for the Republic war effort. We see enough moments between Anakin and Obi-Wan that it becomes clear why his master would give him the benefit of the doubt, and there are even a few reasons why Yoda and Mace Windu would give him a bit of a leash.

And, as many people have pointed out before, the whole drama with how Ahsoka left the Jedi Order just as she was about to become a Knight means that Anakin did fully train a Padawan. He did all the work to be considered a Master, but because of the Council's actions during the Sabotage arc, he's screwed out of the rank. This means it is an outrage, it is unfair.

Anakin's not being a petulant child, he's getting cheated out of a rank because the Council doesn't trust him.

There's also the fact that a lot of Anakin's dark moments in Clone Wars, particularly early on, are because he's trying to save his friends. He Force Chokes Poggle the Lesser to save Ahsoka from the brain worms, he strikes first and brands himself a cold-blooded killer because Tal Merrik is threatening to blow up the ship, and in the Mortis arc, Anakin turns to the Dark Side now in a misguided attempt to stop the greater evil of him becoming Darth Vader.

The show establishes early on with the Lair of Grievous episode that the war is driving the Jedi closer and closer to the Dark Side, and that includes Anakin. The war gives him convenient excuses for going for the dark option over and over again.

Then we get the Zygerrian slavers arc and the Obi-Wan undercover arc back to back.

We see Obi-Wan and Ahsoka get uncomfortable with Anakin's actions during the slavers arc, but he's given the benefit of the doubt because one: Obi-Wan knows his freudian excuse, and two: the slavers are objectively terrible.

Then just after Anakin gets dragged through that stressful situation, he's thrown into another one as the Council fakes Obi-Wan's death and sends him undercover, all without telling Anakin. When he does find out, Obi-Wan fails to address Anakin's real concerns. This sets up for Episode III perfectly because it erodes Anakin's trust in the Council, makes Obi-Wan part of that mistrust, and drives Anakin closer to Palpatine.

Palpatine, who is clearly taking an interest in Anakin's duel with Count Dooku.

Stuff like this gives Anakin a slower, more believable fall to the Dark Side.

Now consider the fact that the Clovis episodes of season six were originally meant to be early in season five before getting temporarily canned. This means that not long after Zygerria and the undercover plot, we'd get an arc focusing on Anakin's increasingly toxic and possessive side with Padme.

Hitting the dark notes one by one...and then the Sabotage arc serves to take Anakin's Padawan away.

He's losing his trust in Obi-Wan, he doesn't trust the Council at all after they were ready to blame the bombing on Ahsoka, and his relationship with Padme is taking an unhealthy turn - and on top of all that, Anakin just lost a positive influence in his life. Ahsoka isn't there to keep him responsible and to provide a check on his actions.

Anakin's alone, but Palpatine's there, whispering the Dark Side into his ears.

Then, as we go into the events of Episode III, a returning Ahsoka is sent to Mandalore to fight Maul along with Rex, while Obi-Wan is sent to Utapau to finish off Grievous. Once again, Anakin's positive influences are kept away while Anakin is stuck on Coruscant. The Council wants him to spy on Palpatine, he doesn't want to, and he immediately blows the scheme to Palpatine.

That's when Palpatine makes his move.

Anakin pushes away for a moment and goes to Mace, but Mace tells him to stay at the temple.

Anakin can't, he goes there, and he cuts Windu's arm off - the point of no return.

Clone Wars is there to recontextualize Anakin's actions, flesh them out a bit more, and make his fall to the Dark Side more believable. That's the biggest service it does to any character in the franchise, and it makes Star Wars as a whole stronger.

So yeah, the show is good.

I think I covered most of the stuff that happens later on in the show in this one, but I'm still watching so maybe I'll do a part three next week if something stands out. That being said, the Rolex 24 is this weekend and that means the offseason is coming to an end, so perhaps it's about time for this blog to get motorsport-y again. We'll have to see though.

All I can promise is that next week, I'll write about whatever's on my mind. If that's Clone Wars, then it's Clone Wars, if it's race cars, then it's race cars, if it's some other third thing, then it's some other third thing.

So...tune in next week to find out!

[silverwings22]

Forget-Me-Not Blue, In Red (Commander Fox One-Shot)

SFW, but injury, Order 66, and angst

This idea hit me out of nowhere, and I don't know if it'll turn into anything bigger like my Tech one-shot did. But have fun with it!

He’d woken up to the truth a little slower than some of his brothers, but Fox had woken up eventually. The Republic, the war, the Empire, it was all a farce put together to turn the galaxy upside down in someone else’s image. He and his kin had simply been the bullet in a loaded slugthrower, and the order had been a finger on the trigger. 

Order 66. 

He’d been aimless afterwards, watching things shift around him. Smoke belched from the burning Jedi Temple for days, while he and the Coruscant Guard ensured order. There were riots, there were planets resisting… then there were TK troopers and suicide missions as clones were phased out. Squad by squad, legion by legion, until no one was left between him and the chopping block. He’d always thought he’d go first, before the younger brothers. The shinies, the ones he looked after and protected. He’d always taken the first week of any posting when a new delegate requested a clone guard detail, so he could see what they were like. The bad ones got older, hardened brothers who could take it. He’d never let little brothers suffer under someone like Palpatine… that’s why he’d stayed so long. He could have transferred, there was one posting he’d always wanted… but he stayed. He took the abuse, the bruises and scars, the unexplainable gaps in his memory, the injuries that looked like lightning strikes on a planet that didn’t have lightning… 

He’d done it for his brothers. Now, most of them were gone. Some turned up dead, on missions or in the barracks without explanation besides a cold look from an Imperial officer. Others just went missing. There were rumors, whispered between clones, of a place you could go and words you could say. If you went, you didn’t come back. Like tales of fae on Stewjon, the mysterious Other Ones would whisk you to a new place. What it was, no clone had returned to tell. Some were willing to risk it. After a year under the Empire, Fox was willing to risk it. 

It was a derelict hangar bay in the lower mid levels. The instructions had said come alone, with only what he could carry and to give up the rest. “I’m looking for a ride home.” He said quietly, just enough he hoped someone heard. He hoped someone came, and it wasn’t a trap to weed out the traitors among the clones. His only answer then would be a blaster bolt to the chest for treason-

“You’re in direct violation of Order 66. You are guilty of treason, and will be executed.”

“Fox?”

The sound of footsteps made him turn, and he found himself looking at 501st blue paint on the white standard armor. Jaig eyes were on the helmet, covered in tally marks to represent fallen brothers… he knew that armor. His comrade, his friend, his brother. “Rex?”

“Fox.” Rex pulled his helmet off, revealing his blonde buzz cut and a new scar on the right temple. “I was hoping you’d show up one day.”

“The reports said you were dead.” Fox reached for his arm with unsteady hands, clasping Rex tightly. If the captain noticed his hands were shaking, he didn’t comment. 

“It’s better if the Empire thinks that. Come on. You’re safe now, vod.”

When Rex took him off Coruscant, Fox was whisked to a field hospital. He wasn’t even sure what planet he was going to, Rex apologizing when he told him the secrecy was needed. “There’s a chip in your head, vod. That’s why you carried out the Order. We have to take it out, and make sure you’re okay before you decide what you do with the rest of your life.”

“What have other clones been doing?” Fox asked, sitting blindfolded in a seat of a shuttle beside him. 

“Some decided to keep fighting. There’s a resistance, mostly clones but with some nat-born help. Others have been retiring. They’re exhausted. I can’t blame them… some go to a place a couple friends of mine found, called Pabu. Others have settled on Pantora. Senator Chuchi’s been helping us.”

“I can’t go to Pantora.” Fox said, too fast and he knew it.

“Did something happen, Fox?”

“I did something… during the Order. Something unforgivable.”

Rex patted his brother’s shoulder. “We all have regrets. It wasn’t your fault, it was the control chip in your brain. We’ll get it out soon, and you’ll be free. I promise.”

Fox wanted to call his brother a liar. He’d never be free from what he’d done. He wanted to confess right there, but his jaw locked and his throat closed at the memory of the night the Republic fell. “C-can I tell you?” He finally managed to rasp. “You should know… who you’re saving. What I’ve done.”

“You’re my brother, Fox. That’s all that matters.” Rex said it kindly, but Fox didn’t feel like he deserved any of it. “But I’m listening.”

Fox nodded, fists clenched in his lap. With the blindfold on, he could imagine every word he spoke as he stuttered out the story. The worst thing he’d ever done, the reason he had to get out of the Empire.

Kandri Chitose had been Senator Riyo Chuchi’s personal assistant, a golden-eyed beauty who always wore her rose-pink hair in a set of twin buns held with golden pins. He’d met her when Chuchi requested a clone detail for her, and Fox had arrived for his customary week-long observation. 

Most delegates, even the nice ones, didn’t address the clones at first. Most were nervous being around military personnel, and didn’t know how to break the ice. Some were intimidated. Many just didn’t view the clones as people, and acted accordingly. 

She’d offered him a cup of caf before he was fully in her office. “Good morning!” She’d been balanced precariously on a stool, set in a rolling desk chair, trying to reach the bag of caf on top of her office shelf. “Hold on a moment, I’ll make us both a cup if you’d like. My menace of a brother came to visit and he put my caf all the way up here! Do you like caf? I have tea if you’d prefer.”

“Do you need help, ma’am?” He could only watch her on the tippy toe of one foot, blue calf disappearing under her red dress. Her favorite color, he’d find out eventually. 

“I think I’ve- aha! Got it.” She clambered down with a smile. The gold tattoos on her face formed a bar over her nose and triangles on her chin and cheekbones. “Now then. I’m Kandri. What’s your name, and please don’t tell me a CT number. I get mixed up with numbers, but I’m good with names.” 

“Commander Fox, ma’am.” 

She held out a hand to shake, and her nails were painted red. He’d remember that polish forever. “It’s nice to meet you, Commander. Caf or tea?”

“Caf is fine, but you don’t have to go to the trouble-”

“It’s not trouble. There’s creamers in the fridge by my desk, pick whichever you like.” She headed to the caf maker and got it going with deft fingers. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever put creamer in caf.” He frowned, but took his helmet off so he could at least enjoy the offering she was so insistent on giving him.

She wrinkled her nose. “To each his own. If you ever change your mind, it’s right there. Here’s the sugar. Now, I know they didn’t tie up a Commander like you to babysit little me, so you must have stuff you need to get done. Can you do it here, or should we go to your office after caf? I can work anywhere. Riyo just has me drafting her speeches today.”

By the end of the week, Fox almost didn’t leave the posting. She made him caf every morning, and let him get work done. When there was time, she asked him about himself and his brothers. And he’d tried every creamer in her fridge.

He assigned her a shiny, because he knew she’d be good to his little brother. She’d given him her comm frequency and told him he had an open invitation to have caf in her office, and to call her if he ever needed anything.

Fox infamously didn’t like people. He liked Kandri after that. 

He didn’t intend to call her. He felt bad as he dialed the frequency, but it was 0300 and he had no one else to call for help. She hadn’t asked any questions, just showed up at the senate building in a red peacoat over her white nightgown, feet in a pair of ballet flats. He was on the bottom of the stairs with a broken foot and gash over his eye. Kandri had pulled his weight, armor and all, onto her narrow shoulders and helped him to her office so she could take a look at him. She’d cleaned his cut and put a bacta patch on it, then tried to argue with him that he needed to go to the hospital. 

He feigned embarrassment and told her he’d fallen down the stairs. Kandri had put her hands on her hips and stared him down, her hair out of its buns and falling in gentle waves down almost to her waist. He’d never thought about how pretty she was until then, in her pajamas with no makeup, golden eyes bright with worry. He eventually did let her take him in her skycar to the garrison medbay across the city sector, where she’d sat with him until a clone medic set and put his foot in a boot. Then she’d driven him to the barracks, taken one look at how many stairs he’d have to manage, and shook her head. “You can sleep on my couch, Fox. Call Thire and tell him you’ll be out until you’re better.”

“I can’t let everything pile up on him, Lady Chitose-” 

“Then I’ll pick up your datapad tomorrow and you can call it light duty. But you need to rest, or your foot won’t heal right. And please… just call me Kandri?”

After his foot healed, he made time to see her more often. She always had a cup of caf and a smile for him. Sometimes she picked up lunch for herself and Senator Chuchi and “got an extra” that always coincided with something he’d mentioned wanting to try or liking before. He watched her, bit by bit, moderate herself for him. 

If he mentioned that a certain phrase reminded him of the senator that threw a full cup of hot caf across the room at him or a brother, that phrase disappeared from her vocabulary. If he mentioned a delegate who mistreated clones, she stepped between them and her shiny guard the next time they met in the hall. Fox noticed, if he didn’t see it live he’d find out on security holo review later. Bit by bit, she showed him she was safe. She was kind. She could be trusted. 

Eventually, he started letting her visit his office after hours, when he was catching up on things and no one else was there. She sat in the chair by his desk, moving it closer day by day… until one day she was sitting on the desk corner itself. His helmet was sitting beside her, and her hand rested lightly on it. 

“Fox?”

“Hm?”

“How’d you get that scar across the bridge of your nose?” Her voice had been so quiet, so fretful and hesitant. Like she was afraid she’d scare him off.

He paused, stylus in hand, and looked at her. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I see how many other ones you have. Your hands, your arms under your blacks, your chest… when you stayed at my apartment, I could see there were so many…”

“I’m a soldier, Kandri. Scars are a part of the job.”

Her pink eyebrows furrowed, red painted lips parting as she fixed her eyes on him. “Fox. I know you didn’t fall down the stairs that night.” 

Fox stiffened. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yes you do.” She slowly leaned a little closer. “I see you. The first one to step between your brothers and danger. The last one to back down. You didn’t even flinch when that Zillo creature attacked this building, but you twitch when we pass certain senators in the hall. You look around when you hear the Chancellor’s voice. And you’re a clone commander, the most graceful and battle-ready people in the galaxy. You didn’t fall. Someone pushed you. Tell me who.”

“I can’t do that.” He shook his head, unable to tear his eyes away from hers. 

“But they hurt you.”

“I’m a soldier. A clone. We’re meant to be expendable.”

“That’s not fair, Fox.” Kandri kept leaning in, though her hand on his helmet tightened its grip. “It’s not right. You don’t deserve it.”

“Lots of people think so.” He swallowed hard. He had an idea of what she was going to say next, and he wanted to hear it just as much as he didn’t. Once the words came out of her mouth, he’d never forget them. They’d mean too much to him.

“I would never hurt you.” Kandri whispered. “But I know you can’t believe that. Too many people have already let you down.” 

He’d never been more seen than that moment, in the light of those golden eyes. There was no formality or procedure to hide behind. He’d already let her in too close, he couldn’t close the door again. “I want to believe you.” He admitted. 

“Would you let me try to prove it?” 

The galaxy had moved much too fast when he nodded. “... how?”

“Like this.” She’d kissed him, so soft and sweet and unlike anything he’d known since the day he came out of the growth tube. She pulled back after a moment, checking his expression for hesitation or distaste. When she found none, her cheeks flushed indigo and she slowly reached up to cup his face in both her hands. He closed his eyes when her thumbs stroked under them, tracing his scar and temples, where his black hair had started to gray far too early even for a man with accelerating aging. “I would never hurt you.” She said softly. “I’ll keep telling you until you believe me.” 

He was one of millions of men, made to die indistinguishably as numbers on a strategy board. He’d accepted it in his exhausted way, told himself he’d do what he could for as long as he could to keep the vod’ikase safe. But for a moment, under Kandri’s soft blue hands, he felt like he might actually matter. He didn’t quite believe, but he wanted to.

Her second kiss was on his forehead. He adored her after that.

Stolen kisses during caf time turned to sneaking out of the barracks into her apartment, or either of their offices. Riyo Chuchi wasn’t stupid, she knew there was more than a friendship and simply let Kandri off the hook early some days. If her skycar was still at the senate building when the Senator left… she didn’t say anything. 

Fox knew he was in love with her when she had to go back to Pantora for a month with Chuchi. She’d kissed him goodbye in an alcove behind the barracks, promising she’d be back soon. He’d missed her every single day, and thought about comming twice an hour at least. Only the reality that they both were working stopped him… but he found himself thinking about her constantly. Every petty jab from a senator who viewed him as barely more than a droid was easier to take when he imagined her rolling her eyes and whispering what an asshole she thought they were. Even the innate dread he felt whenever he was in Palpatine’s office eased slightly if he distracted himself with the thought she was coming back soon. 

The Chancellor had noticed. Fox should have realized that was odd. There was no outward sign, no change in behavior, he’d been sure of it. But Palpatine had looked suspicious, like he’d both anticipated Fox’s discomfort and felt slighted by its absence. He’d been worse than ever after that, but Fox ignored it. It didn’t matter. The job, the Republic, wasn’t his entire life anymore. It was just an assignment, something to get through so he could go back to where he wanted to be. Kandri waited on the other side of whatever shitty day he was having, with open arms. 

When she’d sent him a message that she was back, he’d asked Thorn to cover for him for the first time in his life. His brother had been delighted, grinning like a moron. “Please tell me you have a date. And please tell me it’s that cute Pantoran girl with the buns.”

“That’s classified.” Fox had left his helmet in his office, he was in such a rush. He never forgot equipment, and failed to give a fuck when he realized what he’d done. He’d get it again when he went back to work. All that mattered was getting to her apartment. 

Kandri had met him at the door, in a red sweater over her day dress, and threw her arms around his neck. “I missed you so much.” She’d whispered, snuggling into his chest. “It’s good to be home.” He’d understood then, that Pantora wasn’t her home anymore. He was, like she was his. He’d spent the whole night in her arms, lighter than he’d felt since he was a cadet. She was almost asleep on his chest when he kissed her rosebud pink hair and murmured. “I believe you.” 

Kandri had smiled, looking up at him in the dimness of her bedroom, the city lights from the window casting dynamic shadows across her face as she smiled at him. Her fingers trailed over the bridge of his nose. “I love you too.” 

“Execute Order 66.” 

When the Order went out, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. His head was in a vice, his thoughts muddled and discoordinate. He’d walked out of his office with other members of the Coruscant Guard, up to Palpatine’s office. The window had been broken. There were dead Jedi, traitors. The 501st was marching on the Temple, and he was to catch any who escaped them. 

All Jedi had to die. 

It had been a blur. His boots on the ground, orders given, the sound of breathing in his helmet, and then he’d turned down into an alleyway. 

Two kids, barely more than ten or twelve, were clinging to each other. They were dressed in brown robes, with beaded braids by their ears. Next to them were a pair of Pantoran adults, a male and a female. They were comforting the padawans, clearly trying to help them. When he turned the corner, the woman stiffened at the sound of his boots. Before she even turned around, Fox had recognized her red dress. “Kandri.”

“Fox.” Kandri’s eyes were wide, but she looked relieved to see him. “What’s going on? These padawans said the Temple was attacked! We were out walking-” She took a step towards him, but froze when his blaster lifted. 

Run, Kandri. Run. Take the padawans, take the other Pantoran. Run. Memory begged her, but she hadn’t. She’d pushed the other Pantoran and children behind her. “Lofi… take them and go.”

Lofi. Her brother, the one who hid her caf. She talked about him, he was a disability advocate and teacher at the fiber arts college at Coruscant University. He was blind. She was so proud of him. They were twins. Fox remembered all the facts but he couldn’t lower the blaster. 

“You’re in direct violation of Order 66. You are guilty of treason, and will be executed.” His own voice had said, dull and uninflected, like he was complaining about the pre-programed weather and not pointing a blaster at her. 

Kandri’s eyes watered up with tears. “Fox… please.”

“You are a traitor to the Empire.” There hadn’t even been an Empire yet, but he’d said it like it had existed for decades. 

The tears spilled over, tracking down her cheeks. There were freckles across her nose, darker blue and barely visible in the dim alley light. A constellation all his own, or it had been. “I love you.” She whispered, because of course she had. What else could she have said, in the moment before he pulled the trigger? Before the blaster bolt struck her dead in the chest and she collapsed backwards, head slamming into the pavement. Sprawled on her back, one bun coming loose and dipping pink hair into a puddle, knees tucked together and one foot bare where the blast had knocked her right out of her shoe. 

He’d ripped his helmet off and vomited immediately, tears in his eyes. 

He’d shot her. He’d killed her.

Kandri. 

He wished she had run. He’d never have seen her again, and she’d have thought he was a child-hunting monster for the rest of her life but she would have been alive. Instead, she was dead in an alleyway. And Fox should have called it in, but he couldn’t make himself get any closer to the corpse of the woman who’d only this morning had been alive and sneaking him a breakfast pastry from a Senatorial banquet just because she knew he liked cinnamon. 

Fox had left her there, because he couldn’t make himself look at what he’d done.

When he finished the story, Rex just let him squeeze his hand. “I’m sorry, vod. I’m so sorry.”

After the chip was removed and he recovered, Fox didn’t know what to do with himself. He refused Pantora, he was hesitant about Pabu… so he decided to join Rex’s fight. Senator Chuchi was helping Rex, and it was a fight worthy of going to battle again. It was something he could imagine being proud of eventually, if he could ever be proud of anything he ever did again. 

No matter how much his vode assured him that the chip had forced his hand, he still remembered he’d been the one to pull the trigger. He’d hunted those padawans. He’d declared Kandri Chitose a traitor. He’d killed her for the very thing he’d fallen in love with, her willingness to stand between someone and what hurt them. She’d been willing to save someone. She’d saved him, and those padawans, and her brother. 

He couldn’t save her from himself.

“The base here is staffed with mostly clones, but there’s a couple civilian volunteers. Trace and Rafa Martez own the hangar you came to, you’ll see them. There’s a couple mechanics, one really smart and obnoxious droid technician, and a cleaner.” Rex explained, walking Fox in. “Don’t eat anything Howser says he cooked. Don’t stand near Gregor if he says he’s got an idea…. Anything else he should know, Vik?”

The bearded clone beside him, with gray eyes and a tired expression born of a place Fox had only heard whispered about, “Tantiss”, nodded. “Be nice to Kitty. Every clone in here will punch you if you make her cry.”

“Kitty?” Fox frowned. 

“She’s the cleaner. A couple of the guys who defected like you did found her barely alive on their way out. She had a sucking chest wound, but they had some spare bacta and managed to save her. She doesn’t talk, we’re not sure if she can’t or just won’t. But she makes little noises like a tooka, so we started calling her Kitty and she seems to like it.” Vik explained. “She looks after everyone, especially the new guys who just got out of the Empire. She likes to bring people food.” 

Fox nodded. “She sounds nice.”

Rex smiled. “I keep trying to get her to leave base, to see if we can find out who she is. She doesn’t seem to remember anything… but if anyone so much as mentions it, she hides. I found her in a walk in freezer once.”

“She didn’t get sick?” Fox frowned. 

Vik shook his head. “Pantorans can take the cold better than us.”

Fox winced, but nodded. 

“Here she comes. Someone must have told her we had a new arrival.” Rex nodded. 

Sure enough, coming from the back of the base was a Pantoran girl with pink hair tied into a messy braid. She was wearing what looked like clone blacks bottoms and an undershirt, with a gray poncho tucked into her belt, and too-big boots, while very proudly carrying a tray of fruit. Vik smiled as she got close enough to make out the details of her face. “Hey, Miss Kitty.”

Kitty made a definitively tooka-like purr-myrr sound and held up the tray towards him. 

Rex nodded. “She’ll get upset if you don’t at least eat a little.” He whispered to Fox. “She keeps this place spotless, and we give her little odd jobs outside of that to keep her happy.” 

Fox nodded, turning back towards her as Kitty walked up with her tray. Just as her boots stopped, inches from his own, he dropped his helmet to the floor.

There was a constellation of freckles across her nose, sitting under liquid gold eyes that looked back at him with a guileless smile. She wore no makeup, no gold pins in her hair, but Fox’s mouth went dry at the sight of a ragged blaster-burn scar peeking just out of the top of her shirt. Her braid, pulled over her shoulder, was tied with a tattered ribbon in a bright, cheerful red. She held up the tray again, squeaking at him curiously with tone instead of words. 

“Th-thank you.” Fox whispered, taking a piece of melioruun. Kitty kept squeaking until Rex and Vik took a piece, then trotted off after Howser in the distance. 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Vik frowned.

“You don’t need to take her off base to know who she is.” Fox whispered, the fruit dripping juice down his gloves when he unconsciously squeezed it. 

“You know her?” Rex glanced over at Kitty again. He’d been trying to figure out what to do with a girl who could barely seem to look after herself, but who was determined to try to look after the clones fighting for their lives against the Empire.

“I’m the reason she can’t talk, or remember.” Fox swallowed hard. “It’s her.”

“Her?” Rex frowned.

“The one I told you about… Her name is Kandri Chitose.”

[cybernetic-side-eye]

Excuse me commander, if you don't mind me asking, why did you change your armour so often during the clone wars?

One of the major changes came when we went from Phase I to Phase II armor, but I guess you're referring to my paint job.

Troopers sometimes paint their armor gray to mourn the lost. I've lost my fair share of brothers. Turns out I also enjoy paining and I think of them every time I paint a replacement piece.

[zarilia]

Sims 4: Echo's Armor S1

Domino, former ARC Trooper, war hero, more-machine-than-man, down-to-earth grumpy survivor, bad pun master, rebel clone and Mom to the Batch. Is there an Echo here?

Did you notice how they photo-shopped the official show poster with Echo:

Clearly there are some limits to bending this arm construction, which might not look great in promotional merch. Anyway, I found a way to animate it without adding any bones (which I can't do yet), and while it's not perfect, it looks good at most angles. I will be creating a separate arm accessory together with robolegs next.

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Other cc (not mine): - face overlay by @nesurii - chiseled face contour by @golyhawhaw - portrait pose pack by @samsstudio - clone phase 1 helmet by Kynd

Echo sim based on ArthurKirky's TBB Batcher available in my in-game gallery (just search for "Batcher" with pet filter).

Set is base game compatible. Custom icons. Armor found under jumpsuits, for helmet check brimless hats. Batuu enabled.

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