#rc 1136

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Darman

ten+ headcanons for this guy coming right up! from this meme

He’s not really quick-witted or quippy, rather a deep thinker. He likes to ruminate on a concept for a good long while, then when he discusses it he has rock solid points.

Next to his own RC-1136 designation, Taler was the RC-1135 he asked after while delaying to load up post-Geonosis, and he misses his closest brother immensely.

Boss (RC-1138) was from their decant batch as well, and Fixer (RC-1140) from the next one. Thus they’re all just a little bit more well-known to each other than the other members of Omega and Delta.

Vin and Jay often haunt his mind as well. He knew the other three Thetas the longest of all the people he’s ever been on a squad with.

He’s lost a lot of people, and though he’s quiet about it, he never stops grieving.

He likes doing various mathematical calculations (like detonation yields) and so does Fi (like sniper windages), so they often play number games to pass the time.

Once he successfully wraps his mind around Corr not being a 1-to-1 replacement for Fi, he allows himself to enjoy his company more, and he’s the brother Corr gravitates to most often. They like to chat about explosions in ways that horrify everyone who hears them.

His name is a bit of morbid humor, a play on dar’manda, which can be translated in a variety of ways, none of them pleasant. (dead man, lost soul, no longer mandokarla, etc.) He stuck with it because it made Skirata uncomfortable and he thinks the sergeant should have to face the reality of the clones’ status at all times.

He likes kids even if he is not ready to be a parent himself.

The memory of meeting Etain in that glade on Qiilura is a feature of his spank bank. He’s a little sentimental and it was really pretty, okay?

He’s slightly demisexual in that he finds the people he likes more attractive as he gets to know them better.

He’s very loyal and focused, but not necessarily to one singular recipient, both romantically and in a more general sense.

He holds a grudge like nobody’s business.

[clone-anon-after-dark]

Being Known (Darman Skirata x Fem Reader)

Word Count: 1448

Warnings: younglings be gone, NSFW, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), unprotected PiV, aftercare

A/N: This is my first time writing this character. I wrote this with an established relationship and per request from @trixie2023, first relationship for Darman. They’ve been intimate before, but I still wanted there to be some sense of newness.

The way he desperately kissed you made your heart melt. His fingers traced every part of your body, feeling the fabric and yearning to touch the skin underneath.  He hadn’t even gotten his armor all the way off. He came through the door, put his helmet down, and within two strides had pulled you into his arms. Darman had never been with anyone like this before you. He had never been trained for anything other than being a commando. He couldn’t explain why his legs felt like jelly when he first started talking to you. He swore the entire universe stopped the first time you kissed him. He felt like he was fumbling the first time he had sex with you, but you gently reassured him that the first time can be awkward and you loved him. That had only been a few weeks ago, but things were better already. He was learning your every vocalization. And somehow he was still surprised you were interested in learning his. He wasn’t quite used to this type of attention.  Now here he was, home for the night and he wasn’t going to waste a moment. 

“I want you,” you said. He couldn’t stop the flutter in his chest. The wanting and being wanted.  He picked you up and took you to the bedroom. He kneeled in front of you and helped you out of your clothes. As he went to pull your panties off, you stopped him.

“Your armor,” you said, indicating he was still wearing most of it. Although he couldn’t wait to have you, he still took his armor off with a kind of reverence. It meant a lot to him. It kept him safe.

You grinned at him as he turned around and slipped out of his blacks. You finished stripping and laid naked before each other. You cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply, feeling his rough digits trace along your shoulders and down your arms. He tentatively reached for your breasts and ran his hands over them gently. Your skin pebbled and you let out a sigh. He whispered how much he adored you between leaving kisses on your neck. You ached to touch him. He grinned as you pushed him back onto the bed and kissed a trail down his chest. Your hand grasped his cock and he threw his head back slightly, still getting used to the feeling of you touching him. His breathing was already quickened and he groaned as you licked the underside of his length. You popped each ball into your mouth gently, letting your tongue tease him.  He swallowed hard.  You took the tip into your mouth and started sucking, taking in more of him with each bob of your head.  You smiled as you felt him throb in your mouth and loved the feeling of his velvet skin against your lips. You paused, grinning up at him as you continued to work him with your hand. You were just as greedy for him as he was for you. 

“You better stop or I won’t last long,” he said.

“I don’t mind,” you replied. “We could always go another round.”  You thought of the first time you gave him oral. He was so overcome with the sensation that he came almost immediately. You’d smiled up at him, surprised and impressed that you had such an effect.  He didn’t want it to be over quickly this time, as much as he was enjoying himself.

Darman shook his head sweetly. “I want you. I want to taste you. Please, cyare.” You nodded and he laid you down. He wasn’t going to rush to the finale.  He held your hands and kissed your knuckles. He left trails of kisses all over your belly and breasts.  His hands cupped your rear and he kissed the inside of your knees and thighs as he lifted your legs over his shoulders. He was still new at this, but he was proving to be a fast learner. He looked into your eyes as he gently spread your folds. He started little kisses before his tongue started licking each fold on the way up to your clit. He traced your entrance and pushed a finger inside before he started sucking on your clit. It was gentle, but enough that you instinctively spread your legs further for him. You felt him smile and kiss your clit as he added a second finger. The rhythmic motion of his hand now timed with the attention to your sensitive bud had you panting his name.

“Can you come twice for me tonight,” he asked. “On my mouth and on my cock?”

“I can if you keep this up,” you replied, looking down into his deeply expressive eyes. He continued to press his fingers to that spot inside you as he swirled his tongue around your clit. He had learned your body and what touches worked best, but he felt like he was really starting to get the hang of it as you whimpered. He loved watching your squirm under his touch, knowing that he was making you feel good. When you came against him, a rush of heat radiating through you, he was breathing almost as heavily as you were.  He nuzzled his head against your thigh as he smiled at you, taking a moment to enjoy you laid out before him. 

You weren’t done yet.  You sat up and he got back on the bed.. “How do you want me,” you asked as you kissed him.

“Whatever pleases you,” he replied.

You raised an eyebrow.  You knew he wanted to be everything you needed, but you wanted so badly to please him too. “Darman, my love. How do you want me?” This time the question was pointed. He took a breath and swallowed.  He had to admit to having one position on his mind.

“I want you sitting on my lap.” Heat pulsed through his ears at making the request. It was rather innocent, but this was still new for him.

“You want my tits in your face,” you added, feeling excitement just thinking about it. He nodded with a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.

He sat up, his back against the headboard, and you got on top of his lap, lining yourself up and sitting on his cock.  He moaned as you did so. His arms wrapped around your back as you started to ride him, taking him in long strokes.  As you buried him inside you, your breasts bounced in front of him and he held one in his mouth, playing with your nipple. You huffed out a series of moans at the sensation and he gave your other breast the same attention.  You arched your hips so that your clit made contact with each thrust and you picked up the pace.  You felt him start to come undone beneath you.  Despite trying to hold on it was all too much and he came inside you.  The feeling of being filled by him, loved by him, hearing his groans, sent you over the edge and your own climax hit you in waves of pleasure.  He held you while you rode out the sensation, leaving a sweet kiss on your shoulder when you came to a halt.  He laid back down with you on top of him. He held you close and kissed your forehead. You both took the time to catch your breath. 

As you laid there together in the afterglow, he couldn’t stop thinking about how this was his purpose. Not just making love, but making you happy. Allowing himself to be seen and loved as he was and making a life with that certain someone. Being known by someone in all ways. He may have been built for war, but that was not his sole purpose in life. He wanted nothing more than to be with you and share his life with you.

As if you could read his mind, you searched his face and thought about how happy you were to be his.  You kissed the underside of his jaw.

“I love you, Darman.”

“I love you too, cyar’ika. I always will.” He kissed your lips sweetly. 

Once you both rested, you got up, bringing a warm wet cloth to clean you both up. He normally would do this, but you wanted him to feel cared for as much as he cared for you.  You each put on comfortable clothes for a quiet evening in. He interlaced his fingers with yours and held your hand as he walked you to the kitchen. Just his little extra way to show you he cared.

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[trixie2023]

Putting this out there to all of you talented writers. I need some hot, sexy, horny Darman in my life right now. I’m absolutely obsessed with him. 😫❤️

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Hold Me Tight

Summary: 3 years after the end of the Clone Wars, you live on Kyrimorut alongside the rest of the clan. As the apprentice Armorer to Clan Skirata, you rarely have time to spend with your favorite person. However, today is different.

Pairing: Darman Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 1009

Warnings: Smut, Dom Darman

Prompt: Bonfire

A/N: Sorry that this took so long, and I'm also sorry if it's not good. I still have a fever today.

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You stifle your giggle as Darman drags his lips down your throat, his hands are tight around your waist as he clutches you close to him. Your Darman can be a greedy and possessive man, especially when you haven’t been able to spend a lot of time with him.

And, lately, you’ve been so busy at the forge that you barely had time for food, let alone for Darman.

But today is different. Today is the last day of the Harvest season, which means everyone gets the night off. It also means that Kal has set up a massive bonfire for the members of his clan to enjoy, and there’s a gigantic pot of tinglaar for everyone to share.

Though, you haven’t been able to get a bowl of food.

After all, as soon as Darman saw that you were free from the Forge, he grabbed your wrist and tugged you to a secluded location a little bit away from the rest of his brothers.

His words were plain, he doesn’t want to share you with anyone for a bit.

Honestly, he’s lucky that you love him.

Darman releases a happy hum, and you shiver when he presses his nose against the juncture of your shoulder and neck. “Cyare,” his voice is almost a purr, and you shiver again. “You smell like the forge.”

You lightly card your fingers through his curls, and he presses firmer against you, “And how does the forge smell?”

“Like smoke and beskar,” Confident fingers move to pop the seals of your armor, setting each intricately designed piece on the ground to join his armor, which you removed from him only a little earlier. He pulls away from your neck to remove your shoulder guards, and he has a mischievous grin on his handsome face, “It makes me want to fuck you senseless.”

You slide your arms around his neck, “So that’s your plan,” You tease.

“Guilty as charged.” He kisses you, slow and deep, and then nips your lower lip roughly enough that a soft moan falls from your lips, “What are you going to do about it?”

You flash him an impish grin and then slide one hand down his chest to lightly palm his cock through his blacks.

Darman groans and his hips jerk towards you, he looks pleased though. “Naughty girl,” He catches your wrist and pins them both over your head with one large hand, “You need me as much as I need you, don’t you?”

You could break free if you wanted, years of working an anvil have made you stronger than you look, you don’t want to. So, instead, you toss him your most angelic smile. “Well, I just want cock, really. Whether it’s yours or not is a moot point.”

Your words have the desired effect, as shock and then dark jealousy cross his face. “Is that right?” His hands tighten around your wrists, “Well, just for that smart comment, cyar’ika, you’re not getting my cock. Not yet, at least.”

You pout at him, “Stingy.”

“Brats don’t get rewarded,” Darman corrects, using his free hand to push your bottoms down to your knees and then shoving your top up to expose your breasts to the cool evening air, “Look at you, no underwear at all.”

“I had hopes,” You reply loftily.

He chuckles, “Should have thought of that before you ran your smart mouth,” Darman shoves the hem of your shirt into your mouth, “Here you go, cyar’ika. Gotta keep you quiet.”

Then Darman leans back to look you over, a pleased look crossing his handsome face, “You really are so pretty like this. All exposed and wet and pliable for me.”

He’s still dressed in his blacks though. Oh, sure, you can see that his cock is hard and straining, but Darman clearly has no intention of giving himself any relief anytime soon.

Darman looks you over one more time, and then, swiftly, he flips you around so that you’re facing the tree, and he presses his free hand between your shoulder blades, pushing you down further and further until you’re bent in half.

Then he taps the inside of your foot with his, silently instructing you to spread your legs as far apart for him as you can.

“There we go,” His warm hand slides down your spine and over your ass, where he takes a moment to give you a firm spank, “All nice and exposed for me.”

He trails his fingers further down and unerringly finds your clit with one strong finger. He slowly circles your clit, rubbing it in such a way that will slowly push you to your orgasm.

Too slowly.

And he knows it.

Darman’s warmth presses against your back as his finger abandons your clit to slide further back to gather some of your arousal on his fingers, and then moves back to your clit, “I have an idea,”

You whine softly, trying to wiggle against him to encourage him to touch you properly, but a second firm smack to your ass makes you still.

“If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you ride me.” His voice is low against your ear, “And by good girl, I mean if you don’t cum until I tell you.” He gently takes your earlobe between his teeth pulling a quiet moan from your lips, “and if you disobey me, I’m going to take you home and tie you to the bed and edge you until you’re begging for my cock.”

You squirm under him again, and he chuckles.

“You’re not going to win, cyar’ika. But that’s okay, you’re going to have fun no matter what.” He kisses your cheek one more time and then pulls back, “Remember, you’re not allowed to cum without my say-so.”

And then his finger starts rapidly circling your clit, and you squeeze your eyes shut. Darman knows your body better than anyone, he’ll wring an orgasm out of you in a matter of minutes.

But that’s okay. Because you’re going to enjoy everything that happens tonight.

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[mamuzzy]

MAMUZZY READS HARD CONTACT: Prologue

I said I would write about Prologue + Chapter 1 in one single post, but then I ended up actually having more topics to talk about in this chapter. :) It was quite a new information for me that Hard Contact (2004) came out earlier than the game itself (2005 which is also the year of the Revenge of the Sith) which means...

Hard Contact Prologue is actually the first entry of not just Darman but the Delta Squad too!

What you will find here - First glimpses of Darman - First appearance of the Delta Squad - Comparing the events of the book to the game - Commando Squad culture: Names - First differences spotted between Kal Skirata's and Walon Vau's training method

The prologue is using 1st POV in present tense while the rest of the book uses 3rd Past tense. Prologues being in this format actually became a tradition throughout the series, we see different character's povs in the beginning of each book.

I actually have personal preferences for 1st person compared to 3rd person, so I didn't find this disturbing and honestly, it really helped me to get immersed and invested in right away in the character.

This is the first appearance of Darman (RC-1136), member of the Theta Squad and we see the partial events of the Battle of Geonosis through his eyes. The chapter was short, you don't really get the details about their mission objectives, on the other hand it was a really good presentation of a soldier who only has the current task in front of him, and nothing else and using first person view was actually a good choice for this effect.

Also, the memories of the game's first level and Battlefront (classic!) geonosian mission emerged from the depth of my mind, making me reminded why I ragequit all those years ago. :D It was brutal, it was chaotic and unforgiving.

I really liked this starting sentence. Raw, no-nonsense like Darman himself.

If your are not sure about how much bomb you need, use a lot. :DDD And this P for plenty is also a returning common saying throughout the series. Later we actually get to know that Darman is the demolition expert of the team.

The events of the books and the game differ from each other, but Darman is mentioned, so does their mission objective:

Delta Squad's original mission was killing Sun Fac, chief-advisor of Poggle the Lesser, Archduke of Geonosis, and then they were tasked to finish what the Theta squad couldn't. The game is implicating that Darman's squad was already wiped out by this time.

In the books, they are actually communicating, Darman's squad is just about to break in to the Foundry and the Deltas waited for Theta to detonate. Though he wasn't named, Boss is on the other side of the line:

First conversation between clone babus and they are already bickering. :D I love them so much. Interestingly all the Clone demomen are enthusiastically loves to rearrange architechture (as Boss would say), like Scorch or Wrecker, so compared to them, Darman is actually pretty chill even under the pressure of time and an annoying Delta on his back. :D /affectionate

Because I replayed the first mission of the game just for the sole reason I got myself those quotes, while playing and rewatching the captured video, I realized something: Boss rarely called the team members by their choosen/given names or numbers. Scorch calls him Boss, Sev refered him as 'Eight, Fixer calls him Sir which is already giving away some crumbs about their personality too. But Boss always says Deltas. Clone advisors also refer them as Deltas, or Boss as Delta Lead.

But also referring the other squad as Theta, while Darman calls him Delta.

It really got me thinking about this chapter-starting quote later in the books:

It really got me the thinking that Clone Commandos are not particularly taking pride in individuality or at least it's not the priority.

As four-people they are squad. Alone, they are nothing. If you think about it, the Commando squad are highly elite soldiers and their purpose was together team being basicly a four-men-army and do the jobs a regular trooper can't. They were trained to act together, work together, think together, and encouraged to look after each other. Refering them as a whole is not considered as an insult to their individuality.

Meaning, there is no "I", there is no "you", there is only "we" and "us" as a whole.

I want to talk about this topic in the chapter 1 further because in there there is actually mentioning what is the difference between a Clone Commando and a regular trooper, but regarding names it is already an interesting discovery.

But there is already a difference between Delta and Theta. Though you won't know it from this chapter, but Delta is trained by Walon Vau while Thetas are Kal Skirata's trainees and they are known to had entirely different views on how clone cadets should be trained and handled.

Darman refers the member of the Delta Squad as Delta, but his own squadmates by their names even in the narrative, that's why we know the other Thetas are called Taler, Vin and Jay.

This is implicating a less hierarchical structure within their squad and the only way you know that Taler is the sergeant because he gives the shots. Darman also didn't refer Taler as sergeant.

Out of curiosity I checked if wookiepedia has something more about them, and I was able to find their designation numbers:

- RC-1133, Clone Commando Sergeant Taler - RC-1134, Vin - RC-1135, Jay - RC-1136, Darman (SQUADBABYSQUADBABYSQUADBABYSQU-)

Speaking of designation numbers, Boss's number (1138) is actually an easter egg, a constantly recurring number in the Star Wars universe.

Chapter 1 will have another heartbreaking relevation about the names, so I will continue this there.

As for the rest of the chapter? Darman stays behind with E-Web and watches the rest of the Theta die. :'))))

I hope you enjoyed the first entry of my blogging! ^^

I really didn't think I could actually gather content for the prologue but when I saw on the wiki that Darman's name mentioned in the game, I really got inspired to include the game content as well!

Thinking about collecting and mentioning instances of when Dave Filoni smuggled aspects from Repcomm into the TCW or Bad Batch too.

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Star Wars: Republic Commando: Hard Contact, Chapter 1

"Republic Commando 1136 studied every face in line waiting to board the gunships.

Some were helmeted, and some were not, but -- one way or another-- they all had his face. And they were all strangers."

While I do not feel particularly friendly toward Karen Traviss, I will give her credit for her skill in writing military-related topics. She used to be a journalist, or so I hear, so that tracks.

"The loadmaster turned to him. He was one of the very, very few outsiders whom Darman had ever seen working with the Grand Army, a short, wrinkled Duros with a temper to match. 'Are you embarking or what?'

Darman continued wiping his helmet. 'I'm waiting for my mates.'

'You shift your shiny silver backside now,' the loadmaster said irritably. 'I got a schedule.'

Darman carefully brought his knuckle plate just under the loadmaster's chin, and held it there. He didn't need to eject the vibroblade and he didn't need to say a word. He'd made his point."

I'll forgive this one. Darman's just come out of an extremely stressful situation, training or no, and I'm pretty sure he's subconsciously aware that the rest of his squad is dead. Small wonder he's reacting badly.

I'm making note of this because of certain moments in future books. (Jaing's gloves, anyone?)

"The field of barq flowed from silver to ruby as the wind from the southwest bent the ripening grain in waves. It could have been a perfect late-summer day; instead it was turning into one of the worst days of Etain Tur-Muken's life."

Etain, honey, you have no idea.

"'I got bottle of urrqal. You want to have party?' He had a remarkably large vocabulary for a Weequay, all of it centered on his baser needs. 'I fun when you get to know me.'"

Either Etain has some prejudices she needs to sort out, or Hondo is an exceptionally well-spoken and eloquent member of his species.

"'...later, but right now, di'kut, I need you to...okay? Or I'll cut...'"

This is purely to kick off the Di'kut Count.

Di'kut Count: 1

"'I'm Fi,' he said, and held out his hand for shaking. 'So you lost your squad too.'

'Niner,' RC-1309 said without taking the proffered hand."

I just wanted to show Fi and Niner's introduction.

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[wolverina2002]

Sometimes Aliit Is Four Stressed Commandos, A Jedi And Their New Pocket-Sized Padawan

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends: Republic Commando Series - Karen Traviss

Relationships: RC-1136 | IC-1136 | Darman Skirata/Etain Tur-Mukan, Omega Squad & Etain Tur-Mukan

Characters: Etain Tur-Mukan, RC-1136 | IC-1136 | Darman Skirata, RC-1309 | IC-1309 | Niner Skirata, RC-8015 | Fi Skirata, RC-3222 | Atin Skirata, Feemor (Star Wars), Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars)

Additional Tags: Team as Family, Clone Troopers and Jedi as Found Family (Star Wars), Kushiban Species, Fi is loosing his mind, Atin is having fun, Niner is so done, Darman is holding the braincell, Feemor is here to spectate, Etain loves these idiots but boy howdy are they IDIOTS sometimes, Master & Padawan Relationships (Star Wars)

Language: English

Summary:

Etain gets her padawan. It´s a kushiban. Omega Squad copes.

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[sevdidntdie]

Why Sev didn't die.

Ok folks so I'm kinda new to tumblr and all that and I've been neglecting my original purpose for coming here which was to rant about Republic Commando since I wanna show a friend that memorizing the numbers of about twenty clones actually is useful.

lemme time myself rq for the MCs

Omega:

RC-1309 Niner

RC-1136 Darman

RC-8015 Fi

RC-3222 Atin

Delta:

RC-1138 Boss

RC-1140 Fixer

RC-1207 - Sev

RC-1262 Scorch

Took me approximately 33 seconds to type.

A n y w a y

yes so i was reading a fic on ao3 about an alternate version of post RC Order 66 when obi-wan goes to Mandalore with Luke instead of Tatooine and happens to know kal bc he let Kal let Mereel murder Pong Krell. and that fic became a twenty part series iirc. anyway so the story goes that Sev was captured by Trandoshans (logical, since Trandoshans were working with the seppies on kashyyyk) and brought to Wasskah like Ahsoka (remember, tcw fans?)

couple chapters full of action, they release him into the wild to hunt him down, and he fakes his death and stuff, and then Vau and obiwan go and rescue him.

BUT ANYWAY

it's very logical right? i mean Sev being who he is and all

and the trandos being essentially the same as they were in tcw

it'd make sense right?

and i felt i needed to say this just bc i love delta's introvertedness (but omega are my boys) and i hate leaving Sev behind. DELTA WOULD NOT HAVE LEFT HIM BEHIND. that's the one thing i disagree with karen traviss on (also etain and camas and not showing Levet or the rest of the Nulls with Jaina and not writing another book but whatevs)

[canuckianhawkbi]

the Mando polls were fun, so

[trixie2023]

Awwww. 🥰🥰. Evening walks with the man you love. Talking for hours about everything and nothing. Blurting out “I love you”, not your best moment but having him saying it back is just🥰🥰🥰🥰.

Enough

Darman Skirata x Fem Reader

I got a request from @trixie2023 : How about reader being bullied in teenage years because she was the last one to “blossom” in their click. So, now as a young adult feeling insecure. Falling in love with Darman but reader feels like he’s ignoring her and not interested and it breaks her heart. She’s absolutely crushed. She’s finally had enough and yells at him with “Am I not good enough?”

Okay so fair warning this is obviously going to be angsty.

You'd started walking with Darman in the evenings. The moon of the planet always provided plenty of sunshine as you headed on your usual path. You enjoyed these times. It was peaceful. You'd gotten to know each other and you fell for him. Hard. To say you were in love almost felt like an understatement, but you weren't sure how he felt.

Darman hadn't really done this before. Sure, he noticed women and thought they were beautiful, but duty always came first. He'd never considered falling in love, at least not like this. He figured he would always put duty above all else, but he never quite realized that duty didn't have to mean duty to the Republic or the Empire. He wasn't sure how to bring up his feelings, but he always made time for your walks together. He loved learning about you and seeing how you saw the world. He loved how you wanted to hear his perspective and he really felt like you listened to him.

One evening, though, he told you he wasn't going to make it the next day. You tried to smile and pretend it was okay, but asked why.

"Mireal asked for my help," he replied. She was new to the area, but you thought she had taken a liking to him. She always smiled at him. You tried to push the thought away, rationalizing that she smiled at everyone. Still, it nagged at you. Mireal was beautiful, thin, smart, funny, and so friendly. You couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of Darman with her. Of course he would fall for her, of course. She was like every girl you grew up with. Growing and shining before you did and getting all the attention. You tried to push the memories aside and just enjoy your walk.

Once he walked you home, Darman wished you a good night. The next evening, you went to your usual spot and waited in case he changed his mind, but he didn't show up. The day after you waited and got a comm message. "Helping Mireal again tonight" was all it said. You sobbed your eyes out and walked home.

He didn't leave you hanging for a third day. You both started walking down the path and you wanted to catch up, but your stomach was full of butterflies as it twisted in uncertainty.

"So how did it go with Mireal," you asked, trying to seem unbothered.

"Oh it was fine," he replied. "She just needed some help."

Was he making fun of you? Did he think you were stupid? You spun around and before you could stop yourself the words fell out of your mouth. "Am I not enough?!"

He looked at you with shock. "I don't know what you mean. Of course you're enough." He reached forward and held your hands for the first time. You gasped at the touched and tears stung your eyes.

"Don't you know," you asked quietly, "I love you."

Darman's face contorted between confusion and smiles as he processed this, replying, "I love you too."

"Then what was going on with Mireal?"

"She needed a couple of us to help her move into a new home. But I'm not interested in her. She just wanted some friends to help her."

"Oh." You felt a rush of heat in your cheeks. You weren't sure what to say.

"Maybe now that this is out in the open, we can be a little more honest with each other," he suggested. "For instance, I'd like to kiss you."

You grinned and leaned toward him. He carefully placed his lips on yours and kissed you sweetly.

"Don't worry, cyare," he said, looking into your eyes, "I'm not going anywhere. You're more than enough."

[lamaenthel]

Human Shield

[read on ao3][masterlist]Febuwhump prompt: human shield

Darman could smell rain on the wind that gently blew their bedroom curtains. The sun was just beginning to rise, clouds filtering the pink light into cold gray. He buried his face in Etain's hair and took a deep breath.

Characters: RC-1136|Darman Skirata/Etain Tur-Mukan

Wordcount: 876

Darman could smell rain on the wind that gently blew their bedroom curtains. The sun was just beginning to rise, clouds filtering the pink light into cold gray. He buried his face in Etain's hair and took a deep breath.

"Morning." She shifted uncomfortably. Her belly had officially reached massive status, though Darman would cut his leg off before saying it to her face. "Mm. Lemme just…" She flung a sleepy hand in the direction of the window, closing it with her Force powers.

Darman chuckled and kissed the back of her neck. "You could have just asked me to close it, you know."

"Why get up when I can…" She wiggled her fingers. 

Darman took another deep breath of her dewberry blonde hair; she insisted it was brown, as though she'd never seen her own hair in the afternoon light. Her shampoo smelled like sunshine and had some sort of cactus he didn't recognize on the front of the bottle. "I like doing things for you."

"I know you do." She struggled to turn over in his arms. "You don't have to wait on me, Dar. You're not subservient to me."

"I absolutely am." He kissed her neck, and ignored the scowl that popped up in favor of gently biting the thin skin over her pulse point. "I'm your riduur. You're carrying my child. I am subservient to you in every way imaginable, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

"You're incorrigible," she grumbled.

He laughed. "And how are you feeling this morning, ner Et'ika?"

Etain looked dolefully down at her giant stomach and sighed. "Enormous." 

Darman kept kissing her neck, considering it the smarter option over confirming her opinion. "Do you want a massage?" he mumbled into her skin.

"Maybe later." She caught his hand and guided it to her belly, smiling. "Do you feel your son?"

He nodded, his throat going tight. There was a fluttering pulse under his palm. "He's kicking," Darman said in awe.

"Yeah he is." Etain adjusted herself again and frowned at her big belly. Darman sympathized with her. He'd jumped out of more than one larty hauling more in equipment than what his runt of a wife weighed soaking wet and seven months pregnant.

"He's feisty. Like his mama." Darman kissed her cheek.

"He's a pain in my shebs like his daddy," Etain corrected him. 

"Oh, you know I love it when you speak Mando'a, ner cyar'ika." Darman said, nuzzling her neck. He blew a snozzberry in her throat and made her laugh. "Ner jet'ika, ner mesh'lane cyar'ika, gar dinui ner runi mirjahaal. Ni kartay'li gar darasuum."

"I love you too," she sighed, lacing their hands together over her stomach. "I'm sorry, Dar."

"About what?"

"That we never got to do this." She blinked her big, sad green eyes at him. "We deserved this, but we never had it."

"What are you talking about, Et'ika?" Darman sat up, confused.

Etain just looked at him patiently. "You know what I'm talking about."

"I…" Darman couldn't draw a full breath.

"It's not your fault. You did nothing wrong, my love."

"I…" Not my girl! Not my girl!

"Hey." Etain pulled his face close, pressed their foreheads together. "It was my fault. I've been using a lightsaber since I was four years old. I knew better than to try and stop one with my body."

"Then why did you?" Darman whispered, shaking. "What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't." She laughed softly. "I wasn't thinking, Dar. I acted on instinct and made a stupid, stupid mistake that cost me my life. I'm sorry you had to watch."

"I miss you." Darman squeezed his eyes shut. "I miss you so much, Etain. I wish you could see Kad. He's… he's like you. He needs you, but he doesn't have you."

"Lucky for him, he has the best dad in the whole galaxy." She kissed his fingers. "I love you, Dar. I will always love you. Ni kartay'li gar darasuum, ner riduur." 

"Etain," Darman said frantically, "Etain, wait—"

"Daddy?"

Darman shot up, instantly awake. He'd never lost that ability, even though it'd been four years since he'd seen active combat. The smell of Etain's shampoo lingered in the air. "Kad?" He held out his arms to the silhouette in the doorway. It was early; the sun had just barely risen, the gray rainclouds above Kyrimorut bleaching the pink dawn into cold gray.

His son dove into his arms eagerly. "You okay, Daddy?" he asked, getting situated.

"Of course, ad'ika. Just a sad dream." Darman fluffed his son's dewberry-blond hair, the same as his mother's. "Let's get some breakfast. Daddy's hungry."

"Was it a mama dream?" Kad didn't seem eager to leave his arms.

Darman sighed. "Yeah. It was a mama dream."

"Well, that's okay then." Kad smiled. "That just means she misses you. That's what she says when I have mama dreams. She comes and sees me 'cause she misses me so much."

Darman didn't want to cry in front of his son, but it was a damn close call. He forced himself to smile instead and threw off the covers. "Come on. Let's make some waffles." He reached up to close the window he'd left cracked the night before and paused.

It was already closed.

Mando'a Translations riduur: spouse ner Et'ika: my little Etain shebs: butt ner cyar'ika: my sweetheart ner jet'ika, ner mesh'lane cyar'ika, gar dinui ner runi mirjahaal. ni kartay'li gar darasuum: my little jedi, my most beautiful sweetheart, you give my soul peace. i hold you in my heart forever ad'ika: child

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

[stardustloki]

Being trained by Vau left scars, and not just the kind that marred Atin's body.

Teen +, No Archive Warnings Apply, Gen

Characters: RC-3222 | Atin Skirata, Kal Skirata, RC-8015 | Fi Skirata, RC-1309 | IC-1309 | Niner Skirata, RC-1136 | IC-1136 | Darman Skirata

Additional Tags: Past Abuse, Angst with a Hopeful Ending, Atin has no frame of reference beyond Vau as to what a training sergeant is like, Skirata is trying to be a good parent and has already mentally adopted Atin, Not that Atin knows this, potential warnings for anxiety causing some mild dissociation, Sergeant Vau's A+ training methods

[seven-oomen]

TIL about a clone trooper who had a relationship with a Jedi knight in Legends and even had a son with her.

So to me that just means; the clones aren't sterile. They can reproduce. Some even fell in love with their Jedi masters. Like this dude.

(And Bly, and Cody, and-)

[kazhan-draws]

I'm trying to get rid of the RepComm brainworms.

It's not working so here, have a moment between Darman and his son.

[thelightismine]

Love this interpretation of Fi's character and behaviour; I also found it jarring for KT to say in ImpComm that they'd not spoken to Fi in two years, when in O66 Dar mentioned snatches of conversation and messages back and forth - as you said, it would simply be strange for them to know their brother is alive, witness the start of his healing, but never speak to him once he's doing better, even disregarding the fact they served together for half the war.

One other element to this to consider, separate from his own internalised emotional issues, is that by virtue of his presence on Kyrimorut Fi knows about Kad, about Ko Sai, about all the dealings going on at Kyrimorut that Kal (at the point in O66 that Darman mentions speaking to Fi) has not come clean to Omega about. Poor Fi is probably terrified to open his mouth and reveal something prematurely, especially considering I doubt he had much contact with Etain after she left, so wouldn't have any idea if she had told Darman about the pregnancy yet, and could only ask Kal or the Nulls what was going on outside Kyrimorut. I can't imagine being essentially stuck on a planet lightyears away from your closest brothers, surrounded by evidence of secrecy and witnessing events like Kad's birth, and being unable to say anything to them. This ties in with what you said above, about not wanting to bother them/worry them with anything serious so they can stay focused on whatever’s on their plate - but also folded into this, alongside the guilt of perhaps getting to live the life he spoke of so often whilst they do not, of sitting out the remainder of the war, is probably a certain feeling of guilt for knowing things of great significance that they don't, yet.

This happens in ImpComm, when he brings up the Jedi on Kyrimorut to Darman and puts his foot in things. Imagine if he'd told Darman about Kad before Etain or Kal did? How differently those confrontations would have played out? Poor Fi, trapped with all this information and no way to tell anyone about it.

So in Imperial Commando, Niner says that he hasn't spoken to Fi in nearly two years, and that bothered me a little. (Well, more than a little.) I just find it a little strange that we know that Skirata personally takes the time to check up on the hundred or so commandos he trained, yet he can't find time to arrange anything between Fi and Omega and make sure that Omega gets to check up on Fi. It also makes me wonder whether Omega ever asked to communicate with Fi directly (even just to record a message for him or something,) because it seems like they would so *what happened and why didn't they.* Basically I'm wondering how to square Omega being so tight-knit and caring about each other with the fact that they don't actually interact with Fi for almost two years once he's on Mandalore, and I find it difficult to believe that at no point during those two years did they have even 5 minutes to talk to him. My instinct here is to ask why Skirata might find it beneficial to keep Fi and Omega apart, and I can't tell if I'm unfairly on an anti-Skirata kick here, but maybe he sees their separation as something that will help establish Kyrimorut via Omega's dependence on him as the "keeper" of Fi? (I know this is very rambly and I apologize but I want your thoughts here!)

Hi! Again, you don't have to apologize for rambling. I'm not exactly free of sin myself here, and I don't mind, anyway.

So I was thinking about this, and I checked, and you're right that in IC Niner and Darman both comment that they haven't seen Fi in a couple years. Darman even goes one further and acts relieved that he's able to talk to Fi now, which sort of implies he wasn’t able to before:

Which surprised me a bit, because I remembered this part in Order 66 (that I had to go back and find to make sure I wasn’t imagining things), where Darman mentions that Fi left them messages sometimes:

Granted, leaving messages isn’t really the same thing as being able to talk. It’s still something. It’s less clear if they’re able to respond, but them receiving texts from a dead man apparently isn’t a security issue, so I feel like they must have a secure enough method of communication that they might be able to reply too, at least sometimes.

And I mean, at the very least, they should have been able to use Jusik as a messenger, since he’s noted to have been updating Omega on Fi’s condition this whole time, and they are able to talk to him.

It’s likely KT just forgot, and she sort of went off the rails with characterization continuity in IC anyway, but I agree with you that it’s strange if she shifted to the idea that Omega never got to talk to Fi. I mean, canonically it didn’t happen. They did have some form of communication as per the above. But it would be very strange.

But since it didn’t, and in order to square it with Darman and Niner’s comments in IC, I’d bet that communication coming from Fi has been exceptionally sparse and thin on substantial topics, and doesn’t feel emotionally satisfying. They’ve gotten updates, but they haven’t talked. If you only saw someone you love for barely ten minutes over a year ago and barely exchanged hellos, will you count that as “seeing” them within the last two years, or will you count the time instead based on the last time you saw them where you were also able to spend quality time with them? (Holy cow, that sentence.)

That’s the best explanation I could come up with, anyway.

As for the rest, I agree that it doesn’t really fit with Kal’s MO, either, except in the way that Kal tends to forget about people having relationships that don’t involve him. I don’t feel like he’d deliberately cut Fi off, not even in that way he does where he tells himself he has a good reason for it. He’s too proud of Omega as a concept. Rather, I think it’s more likely this is similar to the way he doesn’t ever really think about the Nulls talking to and missing each other in a way that doesn't involve him, so he probably just doesn’t even think about whether Omega are talking to each other or not. Not even in the vein of wondering how Fi’s doing. Not deliberately malicious, but just a consequence of his own self-centeredness. Being fair to him, though, while he is someone Fi respects and looks up to, and while his advice would carry a lot of weight with Fi, Skirata’s not actually responsible for Fi’s recovery. He’s not a medical professional, and unlike Parja he hasn’t tried to insert himself as a medical authority in Fi’s life regardless. If he’s keeping his nose out of it unless specifically requested, that’s not wrong of him (though a check-in probably wouldn’t really be amiss, I’m pretty sure it just literally has not occurred to him).

So I wouldn’t really place the blame for this at his feet. If I were to try to come up with an in-universe rationale for this, I’d probably say that it looks a lot like Fi’s self-isolating.

Whoever is helping him with his recovery should be encouraging him to reach out to people who care about him, but either they’re not, which isn’t great, or they are but Fi’s dodging the issue, which isn’t exactly something they can help. Lead a horse to water and all that, and they can’t make Fi utilize his support network. Unfortunately, I do think it’s very likely Fi would dodge communicating with Omega every chance he gets. He likes to pretend things that upset him aren’t happening, and with his own struggles with his self-worth, I can see him neglecting to communicate with his squad. It might make things too real for him, it might make him wonder why he’s “wasting their time”, and he might even be resentful of them sometimes. The rest of Omega isn’t in a situation to apply force to the situation either, not until Atin makes it to Mandalore (after which, we rarely see Fi anywhere without him, so).

This was interesting to think about. Let me know your thoughts?